#no one is going to change their tastes w this soul searching!

[jaesqueso]

Phantom

pairing: commoner!xiaojun x princess female!reader

summary: you think something is blooming between you and the innocent book merchant but he might not be so innocent after all

for the Aristocracy collab by @junjungsunwoo​

word count: 1,462

warnings: angst, vengeance, sword, death

a/n: it might not be within the deadline but it’s here! 😅 hope ya’ll enjoy it! ❤

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

Another ball at the palace. Your parents sure love hosting, mostly likely to show off the wealth that surrounds you every day. But honestly you don’t really care, there’s not much to do around here anyway. Your days are usually spent in some corner with daylight reading a book. Occasionally you sneak into town and on to the book store. Xiaojun has this cute habit of reading the lines out loud and he always gets you the books you want, no matter how rare and hard to find.

As you search the crowd that’s who you expect to find. Surely a commoner like him isn’t allowed in an event like this but today you think you can only make it through with his company. So you made a whole scheme to get him in and since it’s a masked ball nobody’s gonna know.

Standing in the balcony that faces the ball room, your mind drifts off to Xiaojun’s smile that melts your soul, his intense gaze that sees right through you and the melody of his words swaying their way inside your ears. You recall it so vividly it’s almost like your hearing it right behind you. In instinct you turn around and there he is. A black shiny mask covers half his face but you’d recognise those lips and those eyes anywhere.

“You made it.” You happily sigh, taking a step towards him.

“Of course I did.” He kneels down taking your hand and kissing the back of it. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

While you stare at each other with loving eyes, the music changes into a sweet ballad and everyone downstairs smoothly gathers into pairs.

“Would you do me the honor of this dance?” He offers his arm that you gladly take.

“My pleasure.”

In no time you join the other dancing couples and you’re pleasantly surprised. You didn’t know he was this good of a dancer, but it seems like every time you learn something new about him it just makes you like him more. Like when you discovered he not only loves to read but also write, or how he dreams to one day go to Paris.

As you sway around the dance floor, your gaze is fixed on his as his’ on yours. How do you always get so lost in his eyes? You two are so different yet you’re just the same, two souls meant to find each other in this cruel world. You never danced together but it feels like you’ve always been living by the same melody.

For a second your sight drops to his defined lips and you find yourself wondering how they feel, what they taste like. Oh, how you wish you could kiss them. And like a dream he seems to move closer. How crazy would it be if he would close the distance between the two of you right here, right now. Scandalous. Everybody would stop and stare for sure. And what would the king and queen say? You know you’re bound to be arranged into a marriage someday but it certainly wouldn’t be with someone like Xiaojun. But would your parents change their mind if they saw you two kiss?

“Why don’t we go somewhere more private?” His face approaches your ear instead as he whispers the tempting proposal.

“Where?” You just hope he won’t be able to feel the heat come from your cheeks.

“Somewhere no one will interrupt us.” He looks back into your eyes as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Perhaps your father’s study?”

“No one should be there right now.” Smiling, you nod. “You go ahead, I’ll make sure there are no guards.”

“I’ll be waiting, my princess.” Xiaojun takes a bow before disappearing into the crowd.

Stepping into a corner you grab a glass of water trying to calm yourself down and giving it some time so it doesn’t look suspicious before you walk the halls to the study room. Luckily he choose a location on the fair end of the castle for you to meet, which means less chances for you to get lost. On the way you check for guards and the ones you find you make excuses for them to reallocate somewhere else. The place is like a maze but with so much excitement you don’t even bother to how he knew the way.

“Xiaojun?” You call as you open the door but what you hear it’s not the sweet voice you were hopping for.

“Don’t come in!”

“Oh, don’t be like that to your own daughter. Please join us, princess.”

Your eyes widen when you spot the scene: the king, on his knees, in front of the one you thought you were about to have a pleasant encounter with, holding a sword in front of your father’s neck.

“What are you doing?!” You ask incredulous, as if you were in a dream, or worse, a nightmare.

“Dear princess, I think it’s time you know the truth.” The eyes that once looked at you so lovely are now full of darkness, the lips that once smiled at you like an angel now showing the devil.

“Please, let him go.” You beg. “What has he ever done to you?”

“Should I tell her or should you,” he asks with a scoff, “your majesty?”

“Tell me what?” Your gaze moves between Xiaojun and your father looking for answers.

“Do whatever you have to do with me, just let her go, please!” The king speaks, yelping as the blade tightens on his skin.

“Why should I be merciful with you when you didn’t do the same for me.” He squeezes the handle so hard you can see his knuckles go white. “For my mother.”

“Your mother?” You knew she had passed a few years before, but you never asked how.

“Well, I guess I’ll be the one telling the story.” Xiaojun takes a deep breath. “Your father is not the nice man everybody takes him for.”

“Daughter, leave!” Your father yells getting himself a kick in the back.

“Stay, princess.” The insane look on his face freezes you in place. “You’ll want to hear this.”

“My father has done nothing but the good for the people!” You claim.

“See, there’s where you got it wrong.” His mocking voice makes your blood boil in your veins. “He does good things. But only for the ones who do what he wants. Let me ask you something: is the king faithful to the queen?”

“Of course he is.” Your voice is full of conviction.

“Wrong!” You gasp when the sword cuts through the first layers of skin, smalls red drops running down your father’s neck. “Sorry to break it to you, but the almighty king has slept with half the women in town.”

“That cannot be true!” You say looking at your father for confirmation, but his eyes squeeze shut making you doubt your words.

“Oh, but it is.” Xiaojun continues. “No woman has the guts to tell him no, after all he is the king, right? But my mother… She was a kind woman. And she loved her family. Me. And my father. So when this pig got into her house and tried to lay hands on her, she slapped him across the face.”

“Father…” You can barely see with the tears clouding your eyes. “Please tell me this isn’t true…”

“Unfortunately he won’t be doing that.” He shakes his head. “It’s not very good parenting to lie to your own daughter, is it?”

“Please…” At this point, all your father can do is beg, not sure what for anymore.

“But our kind king doesn’t take no for an answer does it?” Xiaojun looks down, faking a sympathetic face. “So he had to take a different approach to silence her. When I walked into the living room all I heard was your dear father yelling ‘witch!’ before one of his guards slit her throat.”

“No…” Your knees go weak and you crumble to the floor, hands covering your mouth in shock.

“Yes.” He scoffs. “And now it’s time to make things even.”

“Is this why you got close to me? Revenge?” Suddenly it all comes together in your head. “I thought you liked me…”

“You know, for a moment I thought so too.” You see a trace of hope in his eyes before they become dark once again. “But for family, you do what you gotta do.”

You close your eyes as the blade finishes what it had started and the king’s scream echos around the room. He had it all planned out since the beginning, you were just too blinded by passion and desire to see. That was the day you swore never to love another living soul.

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#xiaojun angst #wayv angst #nct angst

[walker33961]

B R O W N S & B L U E S 🤎✨💙

- Simon was getting ready for the celebration of a mission being completed. Soap, Gaz, and Price were already at the location, it was only the guys' party since the girls already planned a little celebration party at the base. Their girls helped them get ready properly and Simon was the only one left to reach the place... They left early and there were around 2 hours for him since the location was close to the base but they had their other work so they got going.

Simon was searching for his black Half sleeves t-shirt but since he's always in the black aesthetic... Yn chooses to bring him up to something different .. She brought a Dark Blue full-sleeve t-shirt for him. wasn't sure he's gonna like it but she imagined him looking like a total Husband Material with it.

They've been in a relationship for more than 5 years .., this news is only in between the base people. They were happy for the most traumatized guy in the 141 smells the love in the air now...

Simon :

What do you have?

You know I don't wear pink stuffs..

Yn :

I still have the picture Simon.

You were looking like a baby sleeping on that pair of pink flamingo night fits!

Simon :

Fuckin' hell Yn...

Hurry up yea!

*Yn giving him that Dark blue tshirt*

Simon :

Dark Blue?

Am I a sea or a whale?!

*scoffs*

Yn :

Yes.

You're my sea of love and that ghost is just a tiny whale comparing to it. ..

*Simon turned red, not expecting this kind of praise*

*He changed to that shirt and came out , fixing his hair in front of the small mirror*

- Yn was in awe, blushing. She wanted to take him out for a little time spent.. Not remembering that she was on the plans of the girl's party. Simon noticed her staring at him. He came near and pulled her by the waist, directly looking into her soul. The brown eyes were freaking shining as like a pool of honey was waving at the summer sun rays..

Simon :

Damn lucky I am to have you....

I don't wanna go to the party... I just want to stay with you and watch something together....

Yn :

These times will wait... You go and have fun..

I'm sure the boy--

Simon :

*on call*

I'm not coming sergeant.. Yn is having a sudden fever and I just can't let her be like that in the room.... I'm staying in...

Sorry for it...

Soap :

Aye no problem ya LT. If you need anything just grab my keys from *soap's/gf/n* Will miss ya man.. But take care of her...

Yn :

Why did you cancel Love?!

- Simon came close to her, she took her steps back but the wall brought her to a dead end.... Simon grabbed her hands , pinning over her head... Kissing down from face to neck, leaving light purple spots on her neck....

Yn :

Si -.. ...

Simon :

Let me enjoy the taste of my own celebration ...

#cod mw #cod mw2 #mw2 2022 #alejandro cod #call of duty fanart #cod imagine #gaz cod #price cod #rudy cod #aesthetic #cod x y/n #simon riley #simon riley ghost #simon riley fluff #simon riley fanfic #simon riley mw2 #simon riley headcanons #ghost mw2 #mw2

[brivetaroundtown]

Is it almost 3am on the day the collab is due? Yes. But you know better here then never right? THANK YOU SO MUCH @seita for letting me join your Corrupt A Virgin collab. Go check out the other awesome contributors! It’s very yummy if I do say so myself and I do say so

Link Here

Also I did look up if ducks could drown so that’s now a thing in my search history.

Aged Up Tsukishima Kei x Fem Reader

TW: LEMON ALL THE LEMONS. NSFW SMUT. Dub Con, Tsukki being an asshole, Corruption kink, yan vibes, my writing, virginity loss. use of lamb asa pet name. If you see anything else PLEASE let me know so I can tag it.

2,342 words

Tsukishima wondered if you had grown up in a bubble. That could be the only way someone could have been kept so pure, so innocent. So utterly unequipped to handle even the most mild of flirtations. Surely, you had to know that everyone on the Sendai Frogs has been flirting with you at some point or another. More importantly, he has been flirting with you. Sure, he isn’t the most generous when it comes to niceties, but my god woman you had to have had some sort of clue by now.

But as Tsukishima stares down at your innocent face, he realizes that you have absolutely no idea the effect you have on him. That only makes him want you more.

“Y/N” the smirk couldn’t leave his face even if he wanted it too “you want me to walk you home.”

“I don’t want you to go out of your way or anything! I-its just getting dark and I am not used to this side of town…”

“Of course not, wouldn’t want our little manager to get lost.”

Such a sweet thing you were, thinking of others. Let’s see how far he can push that… accommodating… spirit.

30 minutes later they had finally arrived at your place. Kei could have cut that time in half by taking a short cut you knew nothing about, but where would the fun be in that? Besides, as you got to your apartment door, he knew that you would feel obligated to let him in. Kei did go out of his way to help you home after all, it was the least you could do.

“Thank you for walking me home Tsukishima-san! Ah w-would you like to come in for a drink or anything? I feel bad for making you walk all this way.” Blush staining your cheeks, you unconsciously bit the corner of your lip, a nervous habit of yours. Kei doesn’t even think you know that you do it. “Of course, a water would be nice.”

Kei’s first look at your little studio apartment confirms his earlier assessment of you. Innocent. Still classy, what with the greys and blues in the modern style but the stuffed narwhals and other cutesy sea creature decorations offset the steel bookcases and matching steel appliances. What also doesn’t surprise him is how organized the place is, having seen some of your spreadsheets for the team and your current struggles to organize the equipment closet.

Kei watched you move around your little kitchen. The way you stood on your toes to grab a glass, shirt lifting enough to give him a teasing glance of your smooth skin underneath. It was enough to make a lesser man beg. Thankfully, Kei considered himself not to be a lesser man. He wouldn’t be the one begging tonight.

You felt nervous with Tsukishima’s eyes on you. It’s always hard to normal tasks when someone is watching. But it’s especially more intimidating when that someone is Tsukishima Kei. He was so smart and quick. He made you nervous, you felt clunky around him being so much shorter than he was. Rounder too.

But whenever he included you in on a joke or smirked at you, you felt the butterflies in your pulse, heat rising to your cheeks. Special. It was a little crush, one you were pretty sure was one sided. And now that crush was seated at the island bar in your kitchen. Looking ridiculously tall in such a little space.

You slide him the glass of water while rapidly trying to think of something to say, feeling like an awkward duck drowning in a pond. That’s how dumb you felt, you’re not even sure ducks can drown.

“Can ducks drown?” Wincing at the realization that you said something that stupid out loud. You go to save yourself trying to ramble about your weird thought process but were thankfully stopped short.

“I guess if they weren’t able to produce the oils to stay a-float they would. Why do you ask? Save a drowning duck recently?” The warm chuckle and smirk were comforting. In its own weird way.

‘Look at you,’ the thought comes, ‘breaking the ice and being able to maintain your awkward status. You should win a medal.’ Thankfully, this is not a thought that comes out loud.

“N-no, that would be silly, not even sure what I would do in that situation.” The giggles come unabated, a pleasant combination of flustered joy.

“It’s one of the many things I like about you,” Tsukishima continues “you always have the most interesting thoughts.”

“You have things you like about me?” Your face is hot. Butterflies turning into waves as you try to assess. The whole moment is overwhelming.

“Do you think I would have walked you home if I didn’t?”

Tsukishima doesn’t expect an answer. Enough is enough, if not now when? Taking advantage of your flustered state, Kei had rounded the little island, cornering you to a counter. Hands placed on either side you.

“You asked me to walk you home because you liked me too, didn’t you?” his voice was low in your ear, breath hot on your neck. All the sensations, the heat coming from his tall body, the smell of his cologne and him was becoming too much. Everything was just so new for you.

“I..i..i”

“Well now you have me here. Wanting you like you want me.” He quirks a brow “you do want me don’t you? Or are you just a slutty tease? How cruel of you.”

“N-no!” You weren’t a tease, you did like him, you did want to get to know him more. This was just all.. s-so so much. Too much. “I like you, I..i do! I-“

With his soft lips against yours Kei cuts you off. Its unexpectedly soft for someone re-known for their vicious tongue. Who knew that that the words of a devil hid behind the soft lips of a saint?

Easily lifting you to sit on top of your counter, Kei slips his body between your thighs as he continues to taste you, drinking your soul that comes out in whimpers. “So sweet Y/N-chan.” His lips keep softly pressing along your jaw, softly nibbling on your ear.

“Do you know what I think? I think you have been wanting me for a while. Tell me, do you think of me when you touch yourself here” long fingers teased along your inner thighs, under your skirt, to trace along your quickly dampening panties. Your head shaking no, body feeling thick with the unknown powers of lust, words not able to make it past your lips. Then he rubs your clothed clit, and it is nothing like the brief moments you have touched yourself. It’s a test that Kei has definitely studied for, your body instantly reacting, the lust building, knotting in your stomach.

Moans singing from your throat, you didn’t even realize that you had gripped onto his arms. As if they could anchor you to reality when all of your nerves were shooting off to space. Kei watched as you climbed higher, and once you were close to the precipice, so close to shattering he pulled back, kissing you soundly. “Now now, don’t want to be selfish. Don’t you want us to come together?” His grin is sharp but he still kisses you so softly. The difference makes your head spin.

“I..i have never done anything before… s’much too so-“ your whimpers are silenced by the soft lips of the devil. “I haven’t done much before either” he lies “but don’t you want me like I want you?” Of course you couldn’t, Kei thought, he wanted to own you.

“I never thought you would be so selfish Y/N” your head began to shake on your own. You weren’t selfish, you did like him. You did! Your frantically whispered “please” had the sharp grin in place.

Kei lifts you towards your bed in the corner of the room, thankful for your studio layout. Sinful tongue tracing down your neck as you are laid upon the bed. He slips skillful fingers beneath your clothes, taking his time exposing your skin. The slow burn of your innocence rising like smoke. In this moment you experience the clarity that, whatever happens tonight will change you forever. And you are powerless to stop it.

Too much too soon too much too soon too much too soon “ahhh” the shocked scream leaves your throat as Kei suckles a nipple into his mouth. The knot tightening in your stomach, winding you higher, overwhelmed by all the new textures and sensations. Nothing was as you imagined, you could have never prepared for this. “K-kei” his name spilling from your lips did something to him, grazing teeth against the sensitive nub.

As he continued to show attention to your sensitive nipples, his fingers had been tracing your bare pussy lips, gathering the wetness from between your folds. The long digits searched lower, gaining entrance into your wet heat. Stretching you open, exploring to depths that you have never dared go before. Pleasure rising within you, you begin to pant as you reach a higher peak than before, knot tightening and yet you still could not break.

“We should come together.” Kei mummers against your skin as he slowly rises up your body. You are just so small compared to him. Kissing you deeply, he moves your legs to be around his waist, letting you feel the warm hardness of his length. Looking down, nervousness began to coincide with the rising of your impending crash, he was thicker and longer than you would have ever imagined. Similar to the rest of him, the red tip angry and leaking precum as Kei rubbed it along the wetness leaking down your thighs.

“Its not going to fit” you whimper out, head tossing at the pleasure of his tip hitting your clit. “Shh shh my little lamb, don’t get selfish, you can take this like a good girl. Watch, I will show you how good you can be.” With a groan Kei grabs his length aiming at your entrance. “We will go slow, let you feel all of me”. With that he began to rock in, tip breaking through the first ring.

Head thrown back with a groan he continued to slowly rock his dick inside of you, inch by slow inch. Thumb constantly playing with your clit, rubbing against the side of the hood as he paused to let you stretch. You were so unbelievably tight, even beyond virgin expectations. Your breathing was labored, your whole world focused on the stretch between your thighs, unknowingly clenching against the intrusion. Too much too soon too much too soon.

“Easy lamb, breathe for me” Kei spoke through gritted teeth. He was capable of kindness, you were his after all. There would be plenty of time to slam into you later. You began to loosen as he cooed at you, Kei never stopping the slow rocking of his hips. After what felt like eons, he had finally broken through, balls deep inside of you, letting you adjust to his length while he caught his breath, gloating at being the one to experience your tight heat enveloping him, of being your first. And your last, if he had any say about it.

“My sweet little lamb, being such a good slut for me” Kei cooed kissing away your tears that you hadn’t even realized were on your face. “Lets cum together yea? Would you like that?” you nodded your head, ready for the fall, for the anything you just needed him to move. “Use your big girl words” Kei admonished still holding still, even his thumb had stopped moving.

“P-please Kei please move, I w-want us-s to cu-m together-r” you moaned, not even finished with your desperate pleading before Kei pulled his hips back to begin ricking his cock in. A steady yet faster pace than he had originally intended, but he was only human after all, and he needed you to cum with him. He needed you to need him.

You were overwhelmed, only capable of strangled moans of Kei, and too much, and don’t stops. His thumb continuing its assault on your clit, the pace of his hips steady and fast and deep. You could swear you could taste him, he was hitting so deep inside of you, his thick length dragging along your walls. Driving you higher and higher, to where pain was pleasure and pleasure was pain.

Kei was close. He knew you were close, could feel it as you fluttered around him. Lifting your legs to his shoulders he changed the angle, searching for the spot inside of you that would completely push you over the edge, would ruin you. With a keen cry tearing from your lips he knew that he found it. Angling his thrusts he kept up his pace knowing that it was only a matter of time.

“S’too much stop. cant cant cant” your head knocked back and forth, your body on fire, electric almost nuclear reactive. “Yes, you can. Cum for me lamb” Kei demanded. His voice hard, determined. As if his words could control sin, you shattered, body spasming as you fell back to earth, hitting every rock along the way. It was a relief filled with sharp edges, causing tears to fall and shakey breaths. Kei cooed at you, telling you what a good little slut you were for him as he fucked you through your orgasm, quickly cumming himself as you milked him dry, painting your inner walls white.

Kei pulled out, a stretched out beside you, gathering you on top of his chest. “What a sinful little lamb you are, letting me do all of that to you.” Exhaustion was overtaking your body, as you gathered your wits about you, shame starting to replace pleasure.

You tried to defend yourself, but Kei interrupted you “its ok to be a slut for me lamb. Because you want me, and now I have you.”

#seita collab #Corrupt A Virgin Collab #tsukishima x reader #Lemon #no minors allowed #minors begone #dreaming of Kei's fingers #yandere #Brivet Writings #Brivet Filth #Brivet Dark Filth

[taichoushadow]

Make love to me - Taehyung imagine (M)

A/N: Hallo lieverds. It’s been awhile since I posted something. It’s been a tough year since last summer and everything just changed after I to had to let go of my dog Brammetje after a sick bed. In the end you find out,already do knowing how much you love that little soul and that he held you together and kept you sane. Knowing that it will break your heart when you kiss his little nose one last time as he crosses the rainbow bridge.

but I hope with writing again I’ll find myself a little more and more. It’s thanks to @taeandpuppies​ patience and understanding that I managed to write something and so this one has been dedicated to her.  This doesn’t mean my requests are open yet, as I only get to write when my mind allows it to. 

This contains love, kissing, making out, oral and sex. 

Enjoy ~

‘‘Y/N?’‘ 

You just hummed, putting the last laundry away after you folded them, thinking back to the delicious dinner Taehyung made you, surprising you full out not thinking he would make your favourite stew. Then again, Taehyung was always full of suprises. 

‘‘Y/N?’‘ He tried again, this time bumping his hips against your side making sure he got your attention.

‘‘Do you want to make love?’‘ 

This had your attention immediately, wipping your head to the side to look him in the face and what you saw was blinking eyes, arms wrapped over his chest as he seemed to patiently wait for your answer.  You blinked too, not finding words as you didnt really know what to answer because well you were sure you both knew the answer to that. ‘’Um, well yeah?’’ 

Taehyung huffed and dropped his arms at his side and shook his head with a chuckle. ‘’Ah. that doesnt really sound convincing.’’ and put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. ‘’I was just thinking about it. You sit down and I will clean it up here.’’ he mumbled against your lips as he placed a quick kiss on them and you felt his warmth dissapear. This left you stuttering. Ever since he asked you that question, images automatically flooded your mind and with that you could surely feel you wanted him now. Honestly.. you always wanted him and you were pretty sure he knew that too but what just occured left you so confused that you turned around and snatched the towel of the bed, he was neatly folding and grabbed onto both his arms. 

‘‘Hey! I was folding that baby!’‘ Taehyung whined, a pout sitting on his lips. ‘‘No, no. Ask me again.’‘

‘‘Ask what again, babe?’‘ 

‘‘You know..’‘ you trailed off, ears slowly blossoming red. ‘‘The making love..’‘

Taehyung clicked his tongue and nodded and raised an eyebrow in amusement. His hand settled down into your hair, curling a strand around his finger ‘’Let me reprase it, if that’s okay with you?’’ without one breath you exhaled out a yes, feeling his biceps move under your arm. ‘’

‘‘What do you think about when you think of me making love to you? What do you want me to do to you? Tell me.’‘ 

This time, your breath hitched in your throat and unknowingly stepped closer to the man infront of you, the man who now placed his free hand just above your buttcheeks, feeling yourself throbbing already. 

Eventhough your heart was raising and your whole body flushing at the idea you held eye contact with the man gazing at you intently. ‘’I picture you sitting me down on the bed.’’  Taehyung hummed. ‘’And how? ‘’

‘‘W-what?’‘

‘‘How would I sit you down on the bed?’‘ Taehyung tilted his head to the side with a smug smile on his face. ‘’Show me.’’

You looked at him, he looked back and maybe it was the way he was looking at you. As if he knew you wouldn’t do it, would only stutter however he should have known you were someone that liked to prove people wrong and so you fingers clamped onto the waistband of his shorts, bringing him in closer.  ‘’You know..’’ you began, grabbing his chin between your fingers. ‘’I will show you.’’

Letting go of his waistband, you tapped his lips and pushed against his shoulder gently to sit him down on the edge of the bed, followed by you wrapping your arms around his neck and your waist beside his hips, wandering your hands through his hair, ‘’Like this.’’  your voice was low, holding eye contact. 

The lighting in the bathroom set up a romantic vibe, the soft orange glowing in the corner near the window as you could see the leaves moving on the ryhtym of the rain as you felt his lips on your neck, placing open mouthed kisses. 

‘‘As always, you taste delicious. ‘‘ Taehyung grinned when you pulled him back, the kisses getting you going a little too fast. You huffed at that with a smile, grasping onto his cheeks and capturing his lips. A passionate kiss was shared, your legs trembling around his waist as you slowly grinded down onto him while you moaned into his mouth and Taehyung answered with a low groan. 

‘‘W-wait.’‘ He stuttered when you pressed yourself onto him more and more causing Taehyung to almost fall down on the bed. Also what you intended but he stopped you by pressing a hand against your chest. Tilting your head to the side in confusion you sat more up right not being able to hold back a pout while trying to catch your breath, both of you were. 

‘‘y/n..’‘ A chuckle was heard through the room, pulling you back into his embrace. ‘‘Don’t pout on me. I just want to take it slow, thats all.’‘ and comforted you by running his hands up and down your back. You answered him back by burying your face in the croock of his neck, lips puckering against his skin. 

The dark felt somehow strangely private, not as scary as you always thought it was while gazing out the window again taking in the feel of the man holding you. You always felt safe whenever you were with him, feeling like no harm could come to you. ‘’Hands up.’’ came his words and you did what he asked you. Sitting more upright again, you held your arms high so he could take off your shirt, pecking your lips once it was off and flung it somewhere in the room. 

This time his hands traveled towards your chest, his eyes zero’ing in on your purple bra, laces of flowers embracing your beautiful curves. To him, you were magical, to him you were not human but someone from outer space. The cute childlike eyes that he always gazed in especially when they changed to a more mischevious look had him twitching in his sweatpants. The combination of those two.. 

‘‘Tae.’‘ You whined, your hands searching for his and once you felt his fingers tracing the lace of your bra, you grasped onto them moving them towards the clasp of your bra. ‘‘Please.’‘ His fingers ghosted over your skin and you shivered yet Taehyung let out a small chuckle thinking how you most likely forgot what he told you mere minutes ago but he decided not to say anything and unclasped the purple bra. Sighing out in relief when you felt the bra loosen, you kissed his cheek, his eyelid back to his nose and to his lips. Taehyung however slowly removed the bra straps down your arm while basking in your kisses. 

Once the bra too was somewhere thrown in the room, he didnt hesitate a moment to cup your breasts into his palms, gently kneeding the flesh, listening attently to your breathing how it picked up, how you dropped your head onto his shoulder, your hands clutching his shirt and thats when you breathed out ‘’W-why are you still wearing a shirt.. It has to go.’’  His breath hitched when you pushed up the hem of his black shirt, black fabric make the golden skin even more bronze. Your fingertips grazed his nipples and his breath hitched again, more noticable this time. The loss of his fingers playing with your own nipples as he had to lift up his arms in order to take his shirt off caused to better thinking and you knew what you wanted to do next. 

Slipping off his thighs you crouched down, grasping his knees as you crawled between them when he spread and tugged at the waisband of his black boxers. Taehyung lifted his hips helpfully, his body seeming to move on auto pilot. You slid your fingers up his thighs once his boxers were off, eyes zooming on his cock that stood proudly up against his abdomen, waiting to be touched. The further you got to his inner thigh, the more harder he became. So far for wanting to go slow, his body clearly told him something else. 

You liked the way he started to leak more pre cum once you grasped him into your palm, his hips jerking forwards, a silent ‘fuck’ leaving his mouth. He watched you, eyes fully focused on your hand. Thumb rubbing slowly over the tip the way you knew he liked very much so, Taehyung threw his head back with his eyes shut, fisting the sheets.

You didnt waste any moment and leaned down to take his cock into your mouth, further down your throat, tongue circeling around his grith while your hand pumped what you couldnt reach with your mouth. Hearing his gasp, your own heat started to throb more and more, begging for some relief as you felt your own panties dampening by the second but right now it was pleasuring your man who’s chest heaved up and down faster by the second, his fingers searching for something to hold onto, you knew he liked to have his hands in your hair but he didnt want to hurt you so he desperately searched and you knew the sheets weren’t enough so you slipped up the bed, eyes watching his face, searching for his hand and when you felt his fingers you turned his hand around and interwined your fingers together, letting him tug. His lower lip was caught between his teeth and when his eyes met yours a muscle in his jaw jumped. 

You knew he was close, tasting more and more precum on your tongue. You were never really fond of swallowing cum or tasting for that matter however that was until Taehyung entered your life, his moans of your name when you didnt stop blowing him when he was about to come and feeling his cock twitch in your mouth was something incredibly hot to you and so you bobbed your head up and down in a slow rythym, focusing on making him cum. 

Taehyung’s eyes were shut again, mouth fallen open and his eyes shut, lashes fluttering, his head lulling from side to side. ‘’I’m so close.’’ it seemed his whisper into the dark room, your glasped hands he brought up to his mouth and grazed his teeth onto your skin. With one last tug on his cock as you swallowed around him he gasped loudly this time biting down as he came down your throat. 

You felt his thighs trembling, as you swallowed as much as you could, your free hand caressing the trembling limp and let his member fall out of your mouth once you felt him soften his hips jerking away from overstimulation. 

Climbing on the bed, throwing your legs around his waist, your stroked his cheek, smiling down when you noticed his content smile on his face. His eyes fluttered open, kissing your intertwined hands especially on the bite marks he left but you didnt mind, it didnt hurt however Taehyung didnt seem to take his time, his mouth instantly on yours, letting your hand fall to your side as he cupped the back of your head. 

Lips were growing more pliant, ravishing your mouth slowly, tenderly, angling your head to the side as you licked his lips, Taehyung answered within a heartbeat and let your tongue press into his mouth with a growl. You didnt know how long you two kissed but once he pulled away, leaving you to whine and chase after his lips you saw how red his were, wet, slick and swollen. 

You also noticed how he was pressing against your clothed core and you slowly rocked into his lap needing to feel some friction yet Taehyung wasnt having any of it and rolled you over to the matress, him hovering over you with a smirk. 

This time it was you that your breath got stuck in your throat, your dark orbs looking into his own while his fingers wandered down from your neck, down the valley of your breast, circling your belly button to the hem of your panties. ‘’You know.’’ He began, his voice an octave lower, bending his head down until it was right beside your ear ‘’I can smell you from here.’’ 

You whimpered, thighs rubbing together ‘’And you smell devine.’’ He took in a deep breath, lips finding its place on your neck while he dipped into your purple panties that were just damp from your arousal and you couldnt help but blush once you heard the obvious sounds of how wet you were when he touched your slit. ‘’Oh my.. I knew you were wet but this wet..’’ Taehyung chuckled lowly, kissing down your neck, pressing his tongue just below your ear. 

‘‘Taehyung..’‘ Your voice trembled, wrapping your fingers around his wrist pressing his hand against your core. ‘‘What do you want me to do. How do you want me to make love to you, y/n?’‘ He lifted his head up, other hand once again settling down ontop of your left breast as his gaze focused on you. 

This man was way too gorgeous for his own good, just looking at his face, his red lips, dilated pupils and messy hair had you throbbing and you knew Taehyung definitely felt that one, him not hesitating to sink in one digit down your heat, and slowly moved his wrist, slipping in and out of you before he followed with one finger more. Your walls clenched around his finger, legs kicking up while you bit your lip trying not to cry out. ‘’Tell me, y/n. Please.’’ 

Face hot, abdomen muscles clenching, fingers digging into his arms you moan his name loud and clear when he begs you to say something, needs to hear you say it before he starts what he craves. He is a little impatient, he knows that but he promised to himself to go slow and so eventhough he begs you, he waits while slowly pumping his fingers into you, his thumb rubbing softly your clit. 

‘‘I..’‘ You start, closing your eyes shut, rolling your neck from side to side as your  legs tremble. ‘‘Yes.. say it, let me know.’‘ Taehyung cups your chin, tapping your lips as he slides in his thumb, pressing down on your tongue before sliding out. 

‘‘I want.. ‘‘

‘‘Yes.’‘

‘‘Your mouth.’‘ 

‘‘Where, sweetheart. Where do you want my mouth?’‘ 

‘‘Taehyung, please.’‘ Taehyung nudges your throat with his nose, sliding his fingers out as he traces his path downward with his lips until he is face to face with your clothed core and he cant help himself but to take a whiff. ‘‘Devine.’‘ he mumbles more to himself before he hooks his fingers into the waistband and slide them down your hips, while grazing the bare skin of your inner thighs with his knuckles. 

Spreading your legs fare enough to lay between them, he winks up to you and bite his lips with a teasing eyebrow raised and laps up your arousal from your slit. This has your tighs immediately closing around his head but he tuts against your core, hands finding its home on your thighs as he holds them. ‘’Let me make you feel good. ‘’ The vibration of his voice causes your hips to stutter, butt lifting from the matress, almost grinding against his lips. ‘’It’s okay. I’ve got you.’’

Teeth find your bundle of nerves, and rolls them between them, tongue carefully flicking against it, his grip on your legs thightening when he feels them tremble. He sucks, lips covering your mound as he crawl closer to let go of your thighs to settle them on your buttcheeks and lift them up from the matress now being able to suck you a little more deeper. 

He notices how his fingers are close enough to your lowerlips to spread them open and he does, sinking his tongue down into your heat and you let out a scream, hips bucking into him, legs shaking in the air. 

‘‘Taehyung.’‘ You stutter, gripping the pillow behind you as you feel your release building up, your body feels hot, too hot. Your cheeks burn from pleasure, your mouth falling open as you feel how he never stop pleasuring you, his nose rubbing your clit, tongue licking your inner walls and with one last stutter of your hips, you cum. You feel your body tensing before it lets go completely and you find Taehyung’s bicep. 

He laps you up, licking up your arousal with a grin on his face and crawls towards you, letting his body rest ontop of yours. ‘’How was that?’’ 

You just watch him with a tired but satisfied smile on your face. ‘’As usual. That was amazing.’’ you manage to get out and cant help but to giggle as his grin grows wider. ‘’I love you.’’ Taehyung mutters, wiping the hair that sticks to your skin from your forehead and leans up to peck your lips. While he leans up to kiss you, you both moan as you feel his hardness press against your core. 

He looks at you, licks your lips and both close your eyes as you open up for him, this time its his tongue that kisses yours, grinding his cock against your slick heat. Moans tumble out and he does not wait, his hands lay flat against your slick heat, moving up and down until he grips his hard cock and pumps it a few times making sure your arousal lays on his member as lube and guides himself towards you core. Once he feels the tip slipping past your lower lips, he lets go, settling his hand down beside you and he moves his hips forward, falling deeper and deeper into your heat until his hips meet yours.  

Your own arms lay around his neck while he taps your thigh and you wrap your legs around his waist and apparently that movement has him sinking in that one last inch, now being fully settled in. 

He buries his face in the croock of your neck and slowly pulls his hips back to only move it tenderly slow forward again. ‘’You feel out of this world.’’ Taehyung’s own voice trembles, fingers touching the back of your neck featherlight. He strokes your scar, rocking his hips slowly into you, grunting out your name over and over. The sensation of his cock tickling down your walls, his fingers caressing your scar as he keeps his eyes on you once he takes one sharp thrust where you dig your fingers into his shoulderblades. ‘’Look at me. Look at me when I make love to you. Does it feel good?’’

‘‘Yes! It feels so so good!’‘ Your tongue doesnt hesitate to let those words fall from your mouth while trying to remain eye contact with your boyfriend. 

‘‘It feels too good. Taehyung, please.’‘ You cry out, tears pooling in your eyes from all the pleasure you’re feeling. His rocks his hips a little faster, in and out of you, taking bliss into the wet sounds he hears from your arousal. He feels how your arousal drips down his member and he breaks the eye contact for his own pleasure as he sits back and lift you up, you’re now seated in his lap, his arms caging you against him. 

The way he sits still in your heat, has you clenching around him your body asking for his thrusts and his body instantely responses, bucking his hips up into you and Taehyung throws his head back in pleasure, a loud grunt bouncing off the walls and you are following suit with a whimper slipping past. 

‘‘You gotta help me, princess.’‘ His jaw clenches as he grabs your waist and begins to buck up his hips, hitting your spot over and over again and sink down onto him when he thrusts up. 

‘‘Yes, just like that beautiful. Just like that.’‘ 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and fight against falling over, feeling no strength at all but Taehyung has a tight grip onto you, and you see how his eyes are focused on how his cock slips in and out your heat while he bites his lip, a layer of sweat both coating your bodies. 

‘‘Taehyung..’‘ 

He hums. 

‘‘Taehyung.. ‘‘ You try again, desperately fighting against your orgasm as you only want to let go when you have his eyes locked on you. And he doesnt make it any easier when he starts to rub your clit soothingly, never stopping the ryhtym of his hips until you start to clench harder down on him and he knows, he knows and snaps his face up to you when he hears his name loud and clear. 

Your expressions tells him everything, the way your eyebrows are scrunched together, your mouth falling open while deseperately gazing into his warm eyes has his own hips stuttering. ‘’I know. I got you, babe.’’

And you do, your vision blurs. sounds fade away as you let go, release bursting through your body, your walls clamping down on his cock in a tight grip and you drool, you cant help but drool when your release feels like an enternity and Taehyung.. Taehyung cries out a loud loud moan and you collapse against him with a tired laugh, not believing how good you are feeling. He catches you and lays you down on your back and he follows, resting his body ontop of yours as he takes a few minutes to come down from his high. One hand plays with his hair, other hand strokes up and down his back while placing pecks all over his face. 

‘‘I love you too, Tae. More than I ever can explain.’‘

resting his cheek against your belly, you catch a content smile on his face.  He is silent, wanting to bask in your warmth before he slides out of your heat and rolls off of you and lays down beside you. ‘’Hmm. I wouldn’t know what to do without you. You are literally my home.’’ and with that he plants a loving wet kiss against your lips, and cages you into his arms, your back to his stomach. 

‘‘Should we shower?’‘ You ask after a few minutes. 

‘‘Yes, yes we should.’‘ 

Yet the two of you dont move, enjoying the peaceful stillness of the night while listening how your hearts slowly beat to a softer pace.  

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TOOTHSOME ⇋ OJIRO ARAN X F!READER.

TAGS: strangers to soulmates. suggestive themes [no smut]. constant changes of pov. slowburn fluff with angst ending.

W/C: 3.3K

SUMMARY: a simple study of intimate bonds and tasting love.

⇦ SEWER SOULMATE SYNDROME COLLAB MASTERLIST ♡

there’s something about the world that’s absolutely and wholly dull. waking up to blistering rays glaring through open windows, working at a lackluster club, coming home to your barebones apartment that you’ve never bothered decorating. you only look forward to collapsing into a steaming bath, dreading the fact you’ll have to repeat this all over again once the sun starts to peek up from the horizon.

it’s what’s deserving of such an uninspiring, miserable personality. you’re not interested in much outside of the bubble you crafted. you’re indifferent to the fickle things; love, bonds, and that mouthful of flavor when you meet your soulmate for the first time. it doesn’t interest you in any capacity. 

you know that there’s a lot to be desired with you. your people skills need tinkering and while your work ethics are respectable enough, all you can think to describe yourself is boring.

you’re interested in surviving and supporting yourself. living long enough to enjoy yourself, but short enough to not have to work hard—you’ve never been interested in the company and passing affections of others.

the idea of a soulmate is a delicate one to some, daft to others. you’re more indifferent on the topic, leaning closer to disdain, about the idea of a fated second half. 

how naïve you are for thinking that you’re lucky enough to escape it, unaware that in a short twelve months, it’ll only take one stranger to ruin your perception of love, of the world, of yourself. 

just like everyone else, you’ve been taught about soulmates, raised around the idea that finding them would finally open you up. from an outsider's perspective, you understand how they work, how they feel. you’ve spotted that glazed over look in their eyes more times than you care to count. you’ve witnessed soulmates bumping into each other for the first time, seen how eyes light up, and heard the crashing of heart beats from across rooms. you swore you could hear them salivate at the taste of each other’s presence. 

you’re certain that’s something you’ll never experience. you hope you’ll never meet them, hope that they're dead or far away in some other continent, or that they’re as much as a homebody as you are. you covet to be in the majority that never meet their soulmate, and have to settle for yourself and 

you’ve made it this far alone. why bother searching for your other half now?

• • •

even at 27, aran’s still hopeful he’ll find the person he’s supposed to spend his life with. it’s a silly little fantasy, one that has settled deep in his core, meeting the love of his life and instinctively knowing. all through his teenage years, he’s been teased for being a hopeless romantic. but who could blame him? what’s more serene, more absolute than the idea of finding the person who will love you for who you are, for the rest of your life?

his romanticism has mellowed out over the years, and he’s become a reasonable man with a successful career and lifelong friends and a dog he spends a fortune on every month. he’ll let life take its course, pray for the best, and continue on.

everyone has a soulmate. he hopes it’s only a matter of time before he meets his. but it’s not a necessity for him.

• • •

the first time you see him, your soulmate, is outside some onigiri shop, bathed in the purple shadows of sunset. you instantly turn the other way, stumbling into some random convenience store and ignoring that lightheadedness, and the urge to gag at the rich flavor soaking into your mouth, hoping he doesn’t feel your proximity. 

all of a sudden, you’re not that hungry anymore.

• • •

aran feels it. his knees grow weak, his heart swells twice as big, there’s a pressure in his sinuses that almost has him stumbling back. and then that feeling’s gone. when he looks around, no ones there, but the residual feelings still linger.

this is the taste of aran’s soulmate. he always expected love to taste like bubblegum or the strawberry mochi he used to split with his sister. he expected to savor the color pink, or red, delicate colors that remind him of spring and joy.

instead, there’s a bitter, heavy metallic soaking into his mouth; like antimony and lemon rinds. it clashes against his taste buds causing his face to scrunch up in distaste.

it tastes like gray.

• • •

the overwhelming taste in your mouth is pastel green, tooth-decaying sweet, and tart. it drips down your throat, makes your gums and your heart ache and throb. it feels like you’re going to choke right here, in the snack section of a convenience store.

granny smiths, heavy molasses and acerbic echoes of sumac sticks to the insides of your cheeks. the emotions so saturated it starts to burrow deep in your teeth.

you hate how warm it makes you feel.

• • •

you recognize him immediately when you’re flicking through the channels waiting for your dinner to reheat. of course the universe decides to pair you up with a fucking olympic volleyball player with amazing things going for him. you can’t change the channel, can’t ignore that he looks a little too good panting and covered in sweat. his voice rumbles smooth, his eyes glimmer, his quiet chuckle makes you throb. 

you’ve been laying in bed and trying to push out the sneaking thoughts of him, trying to erase the green flavor that creeps back in ever since. 

it’s been two weeks since you’ve been anywhere near that shop. the fear that you’ll bump into him again is… overwhelming. but you’re exhausted, working through the day for the second time this week. and of course, you forgot your umbrella at home, forcing you to run through the muggy rain in a ratty shirt and soggy sneakers. 

you told yourself you’d take the long way home, but now that cutting through this block will get you out of the rain faster, knowing it’ll get you back home in time to catch that cooking show while you take a bath, tempts you too much.

but of course, nothing that life hands you seems to go your way.

and of course he’s out there again. out of all days. you hope he’s not some mindless sap that waits outside of the shop everyday, aching for the chance to bump into his soulmate and live happily ever after. that might be the only thing that would make this soulmate bond even more painful.

you really should’ve just gone the long way home.

he looks happy and, you begrudgingly admit to yourself as you wait for the crosswalk to turn green, even more handsome than on your tv. big. he’s on the phone, protected from the rain under the shop’s awning. the taste of green’s already oozing it’s way back in.

apparently, that perspective ability you admired while watching one of his first matches bleeds outside the court too, because he immediately makes eye contact with you. eyes widen, he hangs up immediately, and his hand raises in a wave.

and the first thing you can do is run.

• • •

he can sense that his soulmate’s near, that sharp tinny taste overpowering the onigiri osamu forced him to finish. it has his nose crinkling up before he whips his head up, staring at a girl. his heart soars a bit, finally he gets to meet you, before crashing down upon seeing that expression of horror on your dripping face, before you trip your way into some alley. he doesn’t second guess running into the sheets of rain, not hesitating at the sudden chill of rain.

he can tell that you’re scared, terrified, disgusted at the idea of having a soulmate. is it because of him?

the taste of each other is overwhelming, gunmetal grating and foiled and loud crashing into his. can barely swallow it down, eyes rolling back. 

you can’t handle the onslaught of pungent syrupy sour, it’s soaking into your head more than the rain. it makes you hunched over and soaked, retching bile and the remnants of breakfast, you want to die.

you want to tell him to fuck off, let you drown in apples, in the vomit and the rain, but he’s insistent. he keeps a polite distance, a safe distance, from you. arms flex in his soaking pale t-shirt while he looks at you like some kind of wounded, rabid animal.   

“let’s get you warmed up, ok?”

that tart taste eats away at the rancid bile in your mouth, and you hate to admit that his charcoal eyes start to slowly thaw you.

you’re a mess of chattering teeth, goose pimpled skin. your nipples are poking stiff peaks into your shirt and your fingers are shaking, but he politely ignores both, stepping over the puddle of vomit to pick up your dropped bag, hot hand on the small of your back as he leads you in through the back entrance of the onigiri shop.

two identical faces, the only thing separating them is the shock of pale blond hair, are watching you from a distance as aran presses soft cotton into your arms and leads you into the locker room. they both feign boredom as you shuffle by them, but even in your bleak state, you can’t ignore that interested glimmer in their eyes from behind the register.

the sound of slopping clothes dropping against the cold tile makes your skin crawl, your eyes sting, and your head ache like it was just banged into the concrete. you don’t know whether to be humiliated or thankful, unsettled or grateful that ojiro aran’s actually nice. such a simple word. just these last 10 minutes has proved his heart of gold and, as you tread back into the main room, you think you’re going to cry.

no one talks as you collapse and curl up on one of the farthest seats, as you start to lose yourself in the sounds of thunder and the stifled radio, the cold bleeding it’s way into your brain. you can start to feel yourself dissociating, vision starting to blur, losing yourself in the numb. 

the delicate placing of six onigiri snaps you out of it, aran’s look of concern makes you curve over your knees as you drag the plate closer. his eyes tickle at your soul, baring deep into your bones, as if he can see how much you're hurting, how much you don’t care. compared to him, you look like a drenched rat, hair still damp and feet bare. 

you really might cry. 

because it hurts. the thought that he’d treat you good like this, every day, for the rest of his life. you can tell he’s kind, the way he sets down a cup of tea and brings you some food. the way he offers you a change of clothes. he’s a gentleman, and you feel pity for him, that he’s attached to you. 

the tilt of your lips in gratitude probably translates more as a grimace than a smile.

he waits until after you finish eating to start talking, “i’m ojiro aran.”

“i know,” you respond back. “that volleyball player.”

your droning voice doesn’t make him flinch back as you hope.

“i hope i’m not overstepping, but i can tell that you’re not the happiest with — ” finally he hesitates, flicking the sugar packets, eyes tracing over your face. you make it a point to not return the eye contact. 

“look. i’m not sure if it’s because of me, or you’re not happy with the idea of soulmates in general.” he overlooks the way your fingers twitch around your mug. “and i’m not going to force you to do anything, because i can tell that you’re on edge right now.”

he lowers himself so he’s not towering over you, balancing on his toes, still toying with the condiments on your table.

“to tell you the truth, i’m a bit of a romantic,” something sweet starts slipping into his voice. “i can tell that you aren’t. we don’t have to rush into anything, say the word and we can forget we ever met. but i think this can work out. we just need to pace to our comfort levels.”

and as you stare into his eyes, him squatting in front of you and holding your still shaking hands, the utter care, eyes almost pleading, and a soft smile that he’s emitting, it makes you feel peace for the first time. the stains of melancholy in your bones start to fade, and pastel green leaks from the sides of your cheeks making the corners of your lips involuntarily twitch up.

maybe, just maybe this’ll work out.

• • •

it’s been months, and aran’s learnt more about you than you know. he’s picked up that you despise physical affection just as much as the rain, but that you crave the heat from his body.

he thinks about you constantly. he replays your ‘dates that aren’t dates’ on repeat at practice, printing your face in his head on his morning runs, and he welcomes that metallic bitter that comes with you before he goes to sleep.

you’re standoffishness is soft and appealing at first glance, like antimony you taste like. the more time he’s in your presence, the more that lack of intimacy burns at his eyes, and his lungs. his hands sting with rejection every time you inch and shrug away from his touch or grimace when he laughs at your half-jokes. he knows there’s a separate woman bedded underneath. he saw her at the restaurant, he sees it whenever you watch the sunset. he notices it most behind the closed doors of his apartment. 

he’s come to appreciate your hands. your hands convey the things you’re too nervous to say. he can feel the adoration pulsing underneath the fragile skin in your fingers and your wrists, whispering the things you can’t always say out loud. they speak to your sense of comfort with him, the vulnerability you only show with him. the way they sneak under his shirt to run down his smooth back when you're cold, only to pull back and hope he didn’t catch your slip up. 

he notices the chipped polish that you pick at when you're stressed over deadlines. how your hands shrink in comparison to every part of him, tracing the callouses and scars from decades worth of volleyball. he loves how you bring his hands up to kiss on his knuckles after hours in bed, before you make up excuses as to why you can’t spend the night.

much to your annoyance, it makes him want to try that much harder. 

• • •

love. a complicated, sinister, four letter word you never thought you were built for. you think about it a lot, in tandem with aran. probably too much to be healthy. he’s the first thing you think of when you wake up, plaguing  your mind as you work, and leaving you always wondering what time he goes to sleep.

it's embarrassing. the three hours you spend with him every weekend has turned you into some sort of sap, haunted with his musky scent, that soft smile and that embarrassing craving for him to pat your head again. like your some fucking puppy. and you swear, that syrupy green apple taste is stained into your taste buds, it’s seeped into your bones and ruined you.

the last thing he deserves is you. you know that. but he doesn’t think that, he’s letting that metallic taste run him around lovesick. he makes you feel blistered; every touch and adoring glance burns into your flesh in permanent, achy reminders. he has your number, knows where you live. but he respects you and the distance you’ve placed.

he’s getting too comfortable too quickly, and he keeps surprising you with how patient he is. he’s adaptive, tenderhearted, almost philanthropic with the way he took in the charity case of you. 

it didn’t pan out the way you expected the first few months. you expected failure, for him to snap at your constant rejections and complaints. apparently, experiences with his childhood friends prepared him for you.

he's too helpful of a person, wanting to talk about feelings and cooking you food when you didn’t ask for it. it scared you, how fast he accepted this soulmate thing, how fast he was able to care. his hugs lasted too long. he's suffocating you in adoration and care, and you can tell he’s almost to the point of being in love with you.

poor aran. you’ve been destined to be with this man, who’s been destined to be alone since birth, all because the universe promised you to him. 

you know you’re going to destroy this beautiful bond that the universe crafted. you’re bitter and mean and unable to open yourself up to him; he almost knows nothing about you, and you know almost everything about him. you know how his younger sister wants to become a physical therapist, how the owner of that little onigiri shop has been one of his best friends for almost two decades. and you know his favorite food’s ritz crackers, that he’s a morning person. he loves dogs and hates horror films, and his two greatest joys are his family and volleyball.

there’s an unspoken hint that he wants you to join the former.

and it’s unfair; who wouldn’t fall in love with that scar on his neck. you try to focus on his bad parts, of which he only has one. his stupid dog, adzuki. that mammoth of a german sheperd that follows you around, places it’s paws on your lap when you come over for dinner.

he laughs every time you grimace at him, looks like we both have a weak spot for you.

• • •

you shatter his heart on the first year anniversary since you’ve been bonded. you were already dangling by a heart string, and that little band of gold and red he gifts you is where you force yourself to draw the line. 

all you can think about is how you need to abandon him before either of you get too attached. you’re teetering on the edge of ignoring your gut instincts, of collapsing into him, wanting to let him see the shattered pieces inside you. but then he’ll do something as mundane as calling you over for dinner, and you remember.

he terrifies you. 

there’s a reason you haven’t spent the night again. the intimacy of you and him, and his ugly dog, and that picture frame of your date at the beach hung right next to one of his family portraits. 

he loves too much and too hard, he’s too intense. he makes your skin prickle in hot fireworks, the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight with unease. he’s beautifully passionate about everything he lays his eyes on. he lives life to the fullest and all of a sudden, you want that too. he makes you crave domesticity, waking up next to warm umber hands tracing patterns in your skin, cooking breakfast together, a house in tokyo. a wedding band on your finger.  

this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

you remember the dulling of gray eyes, and his hunched over figure bathed in the ashy violet rays of the sun setting. you try to hold onto that flavor of green before you swallow it for the last time, saliva and tears welling up, before you press one last kiss on his cheek before stepping out. pastel green fades to emerald fades to black. you can’t taste apples or sumac anymore.

no, as much as you wanted to be, you weren’t built for love.

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[mypimpademia]

Valentines Day HC's

Taishiro (fatgum) x black!reader, Bokuto x black!reader, Levi x black!reader

TW: Swearing

Note: I'm late w this bc I procrastinate but I hope yall like this💖

Yall are in quarantine for taishiros bc I thought it'd be a nice lil spin. And a modern au for Levi

I dont claim any pictures used! The pictures belong to the original posters

Thank you to @photosbyameil (aka thee bokuto expert) for helping be on bokutos part💖

TAISHIRO.

You will have the absolute sweetest valentines day ever, literally and figuratively

Hes gonna go all out (as much as he can at least, considering you're in quarantine)

You do a gift swap make little baskets for each other🥺

Full of candy, snacks, gift cards, and other little trinkets

You made them be each other favorite colors too

Yours for Tai would be something like this:

He'd eat every edible thing in the box in a heart beat, and that's how you know he's appreciative of it

His for you would be something like these (more tailored to your liking and in your favorite color if you dont like these of course):

And if you like to get your hair and nails done he'll throw in some packs of braiding hair, crochets, wigs or whatever you do, with some cash

You'd make a nice lil dinner together, consisting of both of your favorite foods and lots of soul food too (you got him hooked)

All of it would be homemade, Taishiro most likely knows how to cook really well considering how much he eats so he would love to make anything with you

You make a huge dinner together, one that will leave you with weeks of leftovers

After dinner, Taishiro runs a nice bath for the both of you (or just you if you dont like that)

Dim lights, candles, bubbles in the bath, rose petals, soft towels and robes, and champagne (or something different if you dont drink champagne)

If you get in together, it's gonna be so soft and one of the most vulnerable moments in your relationship

Holding each other, soft kisses, and Tai will absolutely confess his love for you all over again

If you prefer being in the tub alone, he'll leave you a cute little love note to read while you're in there and go set up a movie

When you get out of the tub and put on some comfy pajamas, you start up a movie together

For dessert you eat your gift baskets together (and lowkey steal from each others)

You eventually crash on the couch, you knock out first because Tais use to staying up from late night patrols

He realizes you forgot your bonet/scarf so he carries you to the room and puts it on for you :)

The next day his final gift to you is doing your hair, because he can do hair and you cant change my mind <3

"Happy Valentines Day, gumdrop."

BOKUTO.

Hes just the sweetest ball of energy

He makes everything a surprise

Koutaro is probably an early riser, and always wakes up way before you

So you wake up and hes already got a bunch of surprises for you

A giant gift basket full of heart shaped candy boxes, snacks, and a bunch of hair products

And im talkin oils, masks, treatments, shampoos, conditioners, brushes, everything

He got you a cute lil outfit too

When you put it on he just gushes about how good you look in it

Kou takes you to get your hair and nails done (we're gonna act like both of these take no time at all for the sake of this fic)

Then he takes you to get couples manipedis with him, and then a couples massage

Once you finally get back home, Koutaro offers to cook for the both of you

Just the thought of it puts you in distress, because that boy is a mess in the kitchen

But his enthusiasm is what convinces you

Until you smell burning

You end up having to run in the kitchen before he sets it on fire

You teach him how to make all kinds of soul food

For dessert yall probably eat banana pudding or cheesecake for dessert

By the end you end up realizing almost everything you did today was for you, and nothing for him, and wound up feeling really bad, but he says he doesn't want anything

"All I need is you, my baby owl. Happy Valentines Day!"

LEVI.

The most perfect Valentines day ever

He plans everything out to the last detail with not a single mistake

He does your hair for you the day before (he can do any kind of hair, not taking any other opinions)

And takes you to get your nails done too

Buys you some nice clothes that you just assume are for different activities he has planned

But you dont even try guessing, because when levi surprises you, you never know what to expect

Now Levi isn't much of a romantic, but he tries

He probably had to look some stuff up to make this valentines day extra special

When you wake up, he gives you breakfast in bed with a nice cup of tea

And he gives you a cute heart shaped box of candy

After you finish breakfast together, he gives you your next gift

It's a pretty gift basket, wrapped up nicely

It's filled with candy, tiny little trinkets, and hair products

A supply of your usual products, plus those expensive ones you always wanted to try

Later that day, he tells you to put on one of the outfits he bought you

It was just a casual one, something you'd wear out if you were gonna be out for awhile, but not to anywhere special

He takes you to a cute lil Cafe for lunch

It's one of those really aesthetic ones but the food actually tastes as good as it looks

When you get back home from lunch, he'll give you a cute necklace with his name on it

For dinner, he makes you put on another outfit that's much nicer

And he takes you to and fancy restaurant and gets you dinner

When you get home, he tops it off with a nice bath with rose petals, essential oils, candles and all

Quick PSA: Don't go through his search history, he looked everything up because again, damn near emotionally numb and clueless on romance <3

"Happy Valentines Day, Love."

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[whatifyoulivelikethat]

bao | myg | 2

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: Min Yoongi is always late to start work. He’s late in starting a lot of things. Like telling you he loves you.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; mentions of parental injury/surgery; SO MUCH fluff; non-idol!AU; (slightly more) jealous deliveryboy!Yoongi x hardworking chef!reader ft. bao fiend, next-door neighbor, model!Taehyung who can’t cook to save his life lol

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"What's wrong?" Kim Taehyung asked as he bit into his bao. He asked for an extra sweet bun for his manager today. "Is it your dad?" he added, concern laced on his voice. 

"No, not really. He has a checkup tomorrow." You gnawed on your lip as he excitedly chomped into his saucy beef bun. "Hopefully he's recovering well." You rubbed your forehead. Day by day, you could see Yoongi’s black eye healing, but you couldn’t help but worry about him. He had promised not to punch anyone heedlessly, but you doubted he meant it. "Don't get injured, Taehyung."

Taehyung raised his eyebrows. "Why would I get injured?"

"I don't know, but don't. I don't need any more stress," you chuckled dryly, not really amused but unsure exactly how you were feeling. 

Taehyung tilted his head. 

"Are you lonely?"

You raised your head. "Huh?"

"Have you seen your parents in person?"

You blinked. "Well, no. I have to prep, clean, and do errands on my off day. But I video call them often."

Taehyung shrugged. "You used to work at the counter and talk to people all day. Now you're only in the kitchen and the only human beings you see consistently are the delivery guy and I, right? They're all short interactions too." His brown eyes softened, almost parental. "It must be lonely."

You exhaled, feeling the invisible weight of the days’ past. "Maybe..."

Taehyung smiled. "Tell you what. I got a short day this week, so I'll stop by and help out. Just for fun!" He grinned wider now as you paled a bit at the thought. "You don't even have to pay me. I can do stuff!"

"Like what?" you laughed. "You can't cook, Taehyung."

He paused, realizing that was true. "I can clean!"

"You want to clean all day?"

"... I can eat!"

-

"Min Yoongi, Kim Taehyung."

Taehyung stuck his flour-covered hand out. "Hello! It's nice to meet you."

Yoongi blinked at his hand and gave him a small nod instead. Taehyung seemed to realize it was dirty and wiped his hands on a spare towel before eagerly grabbing Yoongi's hand and shaking it furiously. "I heard you're really dependable, hyung!"

Yoongi raised an eyebrow as his entire body shook with the force of Taehyung's handshake. He turned to your chuckling form rolling dough out into a circle. 

"That's the biggest lie you've ever told."

You smiled as you filled the dough circle with spicy pork. "Not true. You are dependable. Dependably late every morning."

You failed to notice Yoongi's apologetic frown, but Taehyung didn't. The younger man tilted his head, observing Yoongi’s dark eyes watching your hands. You pinched the bun into a neat twist before setting it on the tray.

"Taehyung, that's not a circle," you chided playfully, pointing to the, well, blob on Taehyung's side of the counter. 

Taehyung let go of Yoongi's hand. "I tried!" he whined childishly. "It's hard..."

Yoongi washed his hands clean as you wiped your hands on your apron. "Let me make lunch real quick while there's a break in orders and you two are here." You bumped into Yoongi as you headed to the sink, his wet hands colliding with your chest. 

"Ack, sorry, sorry," Yoongi mumbled, sounding flustered, but you laughed, brushing the water off.

"And that's why I wear my dad's jacket," you mused, referring to the white chef's coat you wore under the apron and over your clothes. 

You washed your hands at the sink, staring at the wide sleeves, remembering the call from earlier. Your father was recovering, but it would still be some time before he could work again and maybe not to his full capacity. Your father had protested, saying he felt fine. He was never one to complain about pain, but you knew he must have been hurting for years. If only he had gotten it checked out sooner. You sighed inwardly, but there was nothing you could do about it now. At the moment, you had to feed the two overgrown kids in your kitchen. 

"Wow, hyung, you're good!"

You turned around to see Yoongi rolling Taehyung's dough into a circle, tongue resting on the side of his lips, getting a bit of flour onto his leather sleeves. 

"Oh?"

You walked up behind him to see. Taehyung's dough was heavily over-kneaded, so the circle wasn't great but it was still a circle all the same. You smiled as Yoongi backed up, holding the wooden rolling pin awkwardly. 

"My brother's a chef," he mumbled. "And I've... seen you do it hundreds of times."

You picked up the dough circle and placed it in your palm, cradling it in your hand as you filled it with spicy pork. 

"Is it really spicy?" Taehyung asked worriedly.

You shook your head. "No, you should be fine. I remember you don't like your food too spicy." You pinched the top, twisting it prettily as you held it out to them. Taehyung looked it with sparkly eyes while Yoongi seemed embarrassed, eyes shifting awkwardly from the bun to the counter.

"It took three people to make this," you said with a laugh. “Hopefully it tastes good.”

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You cut it in half evenly a few hours later, almost closing time. You held out one half to Taehyung and one half to Yoongi, whose cheeks were flushed from running around outside. He had worked hard all day, and you even had clients calling, complimenting on his speed and efficiency. Taehyung, well, Taehyung had been great company, although not particularly useful. A fun change from your usual lonesome day. 

Steam rose from the meat and white dough, soft and pliable.

The bun warmed your hands and their faces warmed your heart.

“What about you?” Taehyung said, taking one of the halves from you.

You grinned. “Nah, I’ll pass. I don’t want to get poisoned.”

Taehyung narrowed his eyes. “Hey! You made the dough. All I did was roll it into a circle.”

“Actually, I rolled it into a circle,” Yoongi pointed out.

Taehyung fluffed his cheeks. “I rolled it into an almost circle.”

You recalled the shape of the blob with a scrutinous and amused frown. “Yeah, I don’t know about that.”

“It’s good.”

You turned your head to see Yoongi chewing. The half-bun was still in your fingers, a bite taken out of it. Had he… eaten it from your hand? You stared at him, but he wasn’t looking at you. His long fingers reached out and gripped the half, fingertips brushing against yours. He was still chewing, nodding thoughtfully.

“Not too spicy either.”

Your hand was still in the air. You quickly put it down and turned your attention to Taehyung, who took a huge bite.

“Ah! Hot!”

You laughed, fanning the space around his mouth. “Of course, it is. I just steamed it.”

Taehyung’s jaw wiggled as he tried to blow the steam off his tongue, panicked noises coming from his throat as you grabbed a water bottle and opened it for him so he could cool it off with a gulp of cool liquid.

“Ah, what am I going to do with you, Taehyung…”

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You counted out Yoongi’s pay from the day’s total, calculating quickly. This was the easiest part of the day for you. Math came to you naturally. Cooking was much harder, at least when it came to cooking even half as good as your father.

“Do you like Taehyung?”

You had sent Taehyung home with bags full of buns to give to his parents. He had left with a skip in his step and a huge boxy grin, thanking you repeatedly and almost dropping everything. You had to yell at him to be careful at least three times.

“Of course, Taehyung’s my friend,” you chuckled. “He can be a bit all over the place though.”

“I meant in a more than friends kind of way.”

You stopped and looked up from you calculator. Yoongi was leaning over the counter, one arm perched on it, black leather jacket open and revealing his black-and-white patterned dress shirt. You noticed the first couple buttons were undone. Silver chains hung around his neck, decorating his collarbones. His long fingers tapped on the wood, silver rings glinting against his pale skin.

“Taehyung?” You shrugged. “Not really. Never thought of him that way.”

Yoongi gave you a long, discerning look. His dark brown eyes searched yours, hooded by his black bangs. It was making you uncomfortable. Suddenly, you could feel the flecks of flour on your cheeks, the scent of oil and cooked meat hanging from your clothes and hair. You went back to the calculations, busying yourself with bookkeeping.

This silence was weird. Usually, Yoongi was wordlessly waiting for you to finish so he could leave, but for some reason today it felt bizarre. You furrowed your brow as you recorded the day’s sales and Yoongi’s pay, subtracting it from the total.

“That’s good, because I like you in a more than friends kind of way.”

You placed Yoongi’s pay in an envelope and held it out to him. “Here you go. I added a little bonus for helping me babysit Taehyung today.”

Your gaze locked with Yoongi’s.

Then his words really hit you.

You blinked at him and his completely neutral expression. He wasn’t taking the envelope. Instead, he tilted his head, stare penetrating through your soul. Your heartbeat was suddenly in your ears. It felt like your face was right next to the stove, flushed from the fire.

“W… what?”

Yoongi nodded as if this was the expected result. “I figured I should tell you before Taehyung attempts to run off with you.”

You blinked rapidly, the heat increasing on your face. “W… what are you talking about?” you nervously laughed, placing the envelope in the counter and sliding it to him. You shook your head, trying to dissipate the heat. “You’ve gone too far with your jokes.”

Yoongi placed a hand on the envelope.

Then he lifted himself up and over the counter, launching his entire body over it.

You started, pinning yourself back into the wall, eyes widening as his black, thick-soled boots hit the tile floor. He was wearing black jeans again, the ones with a rip on the right knee. He lifted his head, making eye contact with you once again.

“It’s not a joke.”

He looked over to the recordkeeping book and closed it for you. Took the wad of cash that was the day’s sales and tied it in a rubber band, the same way you did it every night. Placed your pen where you placed it every night, next to the pen cup and not actually in it. You watched him, somewhat fascinated that he remembered all these details despite you never thinking about your habits as you did them, either in mid-conversation with him or simply worn out from the day.

Yoongi placed the cash on the recordkeeping book and turned back to face you.

“I’m serious.”

You remembered the moments that you brushed off so easily before. Yoongi’s body hitting yours when you grabbed his cap, the way he felt pushed up against you, breath on your neck. His fingertips touching yours, making you flinch involuntarily. Him eating from your hand earlier that day. The weird silence just now when he asked you if you liked Taehyung.

Your eyes shifted uneasily.

“Well… what I supposed to say?” you asked quietly.

For a long moment, Yoongi didn’t respond. Then he smiled, the smile not quite reaching his eyes.

“Nothing.”

He turned around.

But before he could walk off, before Yoongi could leave and come back in the morning, late as usual, you grabbed his leather jacket and yanked him back, spinning him back around. His lips parted, startled at your sudden movement, and you pressed your lips to his. His eyes widened.

So did yours.

The scent of leather and pine hit your nose. His lips felt soft. He tasted a little like the spicy pork you fed him earlier. It was a nearly a week after the black eye incident and it was barely noticeable anymore, with only small hints of bruising on his pale skin. He healed fast. You quickly drew back and grabbed the envelope, shoving it at him and pushing past, stunned that you did such a thing, hurriedly running to the kitchen. Or would have, if Yoongi’s arm didn’t block your exit, making you jerk back and hit him in the chest.

Now both your hands were on his black and white dress shirt, holding his pay against him.

You couldn’t look Yoongi in in the face. It was too awkward. You just stared at his neck, at the glittering silver necklaces.

“I have eyes, you know.”

You swallowed, grabbing his hand and placing it on the envelope. His fingers wrapped around yours. His other hand came up, tracing the buttons of his dress shirt. You flinched, jerking your head up as your free hand covered the one on his button placket. His silver rings felt cool against your hot palm.

“What are you doing?”

Yoongi cocked his head. You never realized how raspy and sexy his voice was until now. ‘Well, you didn’t want to look at my face, so I figured I would give you something else to look at.”

Your eyes darted from his hand to his face, flabbergasted.

“Don’t… play around,” you muttered, frowning.

Yoongi leaned down.

“I’m not.”

And now he kissed you, closing his eyes and pressing his lips against yours, sweetly but firmly, inhaling. You tried to break away, words tumbling from your lips.

“I’ve been working all day; I reek of grease,” you sputtered, but Yoongi grabbed your head and kissed you again, pressing your body against his, dusting flour onto the black leather, your body shuddering at the closeness, falling into his arms. Lips so soft they felt like pillows, not something you expected from lazy, late Yoongi.

“You smell nice,” he chuckled against your lips. “I love food. I especially love all the food you make.”

He kissed you between his words, light, feathery kisses that made you breathless.

“I should have told you every day,” Yoongi murmured. “Thank you for always packing everything so well and making my job so easy. Thank you for always making food for me and giving me the extras. Thank you for not firing me.”

You laughed a little against his lips. “You would have been fired a long time ago if you worked anywhere else.”

He kissed your forehead, a long, delicate one, far too beautiful to not be romantic. You felt your heartbeat slow to a crawl.

“I don’t want to work anywhere else,” he mumbled, so low you could barely hear him even though you were this close. “I want to stay by your side forever.”

What was this? Your hands tensed under his and he tightened his grip around your fingers.

“A little sudden for simply getting free food from your job,” you teased.

Yoongi lifted his face from your forehead, removing your hands from his chest. He turned them around, palms up, pressing his thumbs into them. Smiled down at you.

“It’s not free,” he said softly. “These hands work hard every day.”

Yoongi looked deep into your eyes.

“I never think the food you give me is free, because I see how much effort it takes to make them as delicious as they are.”

Your vision felt a little blurry for some reason.

“You should bring some to your parents. Your father would be proud of you.”

And for some reason, those words meant more to you than anything in the world.

-

“Is this vegetarian?” Yoongi asked curiously as he chewed.

“Yeah.”

He frowned a little. “I don’t like vegetables.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What are you, five?”

His eyes narrowed. “I was going to say, but I like this.”

You felt your ears burn. “Oh.”

Yoongi smirked, leaning over to kiss you, smelling like leather, silver rings glimmering in the kitchen lights.

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[holy-stevie]

The Lion and The Lamb - Part Four

Summary : Y/n gets a vistor who gifts Ransom a ring bearing a warning, Ransom shares his past with Y/n and witnesses a dream he shouldn’t have. 

Warnings : Angst, Death (very descriptive), Smut ( dream sex, thigh grinding, male masturbation), Brief mentions of spitting, Abuse. 

a/n : Sorry for the delay but here is part four!! Tell me what you think. (gif isn’t mine!!)

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Please do not repost my work anywhere else. 

Your hand shakes as you scrub at the already clean white tiles beneath you, your body struggling to comply as it aches and bleeds from the beating you took hours ago. You hadn’t meant to miss your bus, all but sprinting home to try and save yourself from the exact situation you were in right now.

“You missed a spot runt.” Your father says as he spits on the floor, a shit eating grin on his face when you instantly comply. As you scrub at the splatter of spit you miss the presence of a man appearing behind your father, his soft lips mumbling words into your fathers’ ear.

“Go to your room.” Your father says gripping your arm roughly and yanking you up to your tiny room, throwing you to the floor and locking you in, leaving you to pant in pain with your forehead pressed into the floor. You startle with a small scream when a hand lands on your shoulder, yanking your head up to meet lost blue eyes and a thick beard.

“W-Who are you?” You mumble out trying to crawl away from the man who looks strangely familiar, as if you had met him before. He stands to his full height and gives you a small smile as he offers out a hand for you to stand, your small hand slipping into his after a moment of deliberation.

“My name is Andy.” He says, his eyes shooting down to your wrist, a frown encompassing his once relaxed face as he stares at the small circle that you cannot see. He rubs his thumb over the mark and pulls his hand back with a hiss when it burns his finger, your brows scrunch in confusion as you watch him flinch away, lifting your wrist to your face to try and see what he was looking at. You open your mouth to ask him but suddenly a figure emerges from the shadows with a deadly glare and clenched fists.

“Ransom.” You whisper, your body betraying you as you quickly step towards him, his body automatically hiding yours from the possible threat.

“What are you doing here.” Ransom spits, anger lacing his tone as he puffs his chest in competition. Andy just chuckles and throws himself down on your bed, his arms crossed behind his head as he makes himself comfortable on the thick blankets that Ransom had gifted you.

“You marked her. Can’t say I was expecting that.” Andy chuckles and examines the small burn mark on his thumb, his body completely relaxed but his eyes sharp as they flick to your eyes peeping over Ransoms broad shoulder.

“What did you expect.” Ransom growls taking a threatening step forward, Andy springs up from the bed with an unhuman speed that you can’t track, not noticing he had moved until you feel two hands plant themselves on your shoulders. You whimper as your eyes connect with Ransoms, the blue replaced with a dark black that has you trembling in fear for the man behind you. As if sensing the trouble, Andy lets go of you and pushes you towards Ransom, chuckling when he immediately wraps his arms around your waist and yanks you behind him.

“Calm yourself Ran, I just came to deliver this.” Andy lifts and hand and chucks a small golden ring to him, his hand shooting up to catch it before it hits his chest. He doesn’t even look at the ring, not taking his eyes off the angel as he slides the ring into his back pocket.

“Get out.” Ransom snarls out, not even flinching when Andy disappears as if he was never there. You stare at the spot in disbelief for a few seconds before turning back to Ransom, swallowing when you see his barely restrained anger in his black eyes, small black lines trailing up the side of his neck.

“Stop it.” He groans out as he closes his eyes, the struggle on his face evident. Bravely you take a step closer, your fingers lightly brushing his soft cheek. You yelp as his strong arms gather you and place you on the bed, his own body coming to rest next to yours as he opens his eyes once again, the blue sliding over your features as he pulls you closer.

“What are you?” You whisper out. He studies your face, searching for the fear or anger that was usually behind this question. Seeing none he takes a deep breath, his words a whisper that caresses your soul as your suspicions are confirmed.

“They call me the dream master, a demon who drives mortals insane with vile dreams.” You don’t flinch away, you don’t gasp or cry. You nod. He tilts his head to the side as he studies your reaction, almost as if you knew.

“The alley...” You answer his silent questions, his eyes rolling at the mention of the low life demon who got cocksure. The same demon who was now scrubbing his toilet with half a face, he should have known that you would put some connections together.

“I should have been more careful.” He grins when you huff, caressing your cheek with his finger delicately. He did not remember when he fully let his guard down, when he allowed himself to push through the manipulation of the wicked presence in his being.

“But you weren’t born as a demon, were you?” You ask with a little frown between your brows, as if the thought of his soul becoming corrupt hurt you. He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your brow, ignoring the nasty comment from his head as he nods.

“I was killed, sent down to Satan to become a slave.” He answers, clenching his jaw as his throat burns with the memory of the foul black liquid that killed his soul.

“Killed?” You ask softly, almost confused. He looks into your eyes as he nods once again, his hand caressing your soft waist as he takes a deep breath.

“I had an affair and my wife found out, she poisoned my tea and dumped my body in the lake with the help of my best friend.” He answers honestly, his voice a neutral calm as he stares at your eyes, the sadness in your eyes confusing him slightly.

“What happened to them?” You ask timidly, your eyes displaying that you weren’t going to make him answer if he didn’t want to.

“Well.” He mumbles tightening his arms around your waist as his mind flicks back to his first kill.

“Go get your revenge boy.” Satan chuckles once he has full control, after weeks spent learning his new abilities Ransom was finally ready to use them. Nodding he flicks his hand and finds himself standing in front of his own bedroom door, the noises coming for behind the wood sparking an anger in him, anger he’s never experienced so deeply.

Not wasting a second, he pushes the door open loudly, the two figures on the bed yelling and covering themselves with the rich silk sheets he had imported in for his love, for his bitch. He smirks as the beauty who killed him openingly gawks in panic at him standing strong and proud, her mouth flopping open like a fish several times and she clutches the sheets tighter to her naked chest.

He turns his wicked smirk on the man he called his best friend, the man whom he invited into his own home when he needed the support. The man whose sister Ransom had slept with before he died. James Barnes.

“Surprise!” Ransom spreads his arms as if excited, tilting his head with a chuckle when he sees James reach for the pistol in his coat pocket. Ransom is quicker, fliting to his side of the bed and yanking him up with a powerful hand wrapped his neck, fingers ready to snap the bone.

“See you in hell fucker.” Ransom snarls out before he snaps the man’s neck, ignoring the horrified screams of his ex-lover as he watches James’ body fall to the ground with a satisfying thump. He closes his eyes and grins and he lunges at the bitch that killed him, her begging and crying making his chest heave with laughter as his hand locks in hair as he pulls her head back so her frightened eyes look up at his pitch black ones.

“Your tea was always disgusting, I should have known it tasted too good.” He taunts, his hand coming up to trace her windpipe delicately before his hand snaps her neck in one single motion, throwing her dead body to the ground without interest as he grabs a chain from the nightstand before simply flicking his hand again. He grins when he sees the pair kneeling before his new master, their eyes wide in fear and confusion when Ransom is pulled into a filthy kiss by Satan.

“They’ve been condemned to be slaves for eternity.” He finishes, his eyes focusing back on your face. Your eyes full of understanding as you lift a finger to soothe out the wrinkle in his brow, still soft and trusting with him after he has described murdering two people.

“Do you always fight for control with the demon?” You ask cautiously, your eyes peering into his to watch for change, to catch the demon right behind his blue orbs.

“Yes.” He breaths, his eyes quickly flicking to the alarm clock to check the time when your eyelids flutter lightly, your whole body melting into his as your exhaustion becomes apparent.

“You need sleep lamb.” He whispers out, his hand sliding into your hair to ease you into a peaceful sleep. He chuckles when you mumble out a few words, your face burying itself into his neck as you slip into subconscious. It’s only a mere hour before you start shifting, your legs tangling with his until his thigh is pressed in between your legs, dangerously close to your core. He doesn’t think anything of it until your hips start to move against his thigh, your heart rate accelerates as your fingers tangle in his shirt tightly.

“Ransom...” You moan out, still trapped in whatever dream you were having. His cock stirs to life as he feels the heat against his leg, the smell of your arousal making him dizzy with pleasure. Your grinding becomes faster when you moan out again, his cock at full mast as your brush against him a few times. He groans and taps his finger against your forehead lightly entering the dream himself. He swears he could have cum on the spot as he witnesses the wet dream you were having, he watches as his own wicked tongue plunges into your dripping pussy, your back arching with a moan. He slides himself up next to you, switching between watching your facial expressions and his own head as it dives into the sweet honey your pussy was providing.

“Come on lamb, squeeze this tight little pussy around my tongue.” His twin says, he groans out as he watches the way you desperately react to the filthy words, your back arching as your tug on dream Ransoms hair as you cum on his tongue. As the dream starts to shift he clicks his tongue and leaves your head, groaning and tensing when he feels your sticky release on this thigh. Not being able to control himself Ransom untangles himself from you, making sure to place a pillow in his place, before sliding down into his own room.

Collapsing against the wall on a forearm he quickly unzips his pants and spits in his palm before fisting his cock, his nostrils flaring as the smell of your cum on his thigh lingers in the air as he jerks his cock in quick movements. He rests his forehead against his arm as he moans out your name, picturing your sweet lips wrapped around his cock, taking him into your wet warm mouth. With a shout he covers his fist in his release, his hair flopping into his eyes as he pants and rests against the cool wall.

He stays in this position before he strips himself, the dried fluids making him cringe. As he flicks his trousers off of his ankle he sees a small ring bounce out of the pocket, the ring Andy gave to him. He growls in anger at the thought of him near his girl as he picks the ring, the demon picking up the scent of angel blood. He examines the ring in the low light before he catches the small message written in white blood, his stomach dropping as he reads it.

Four days.  

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[hiro-gari]

Batarou songfic - “MIRACLE” by: Little1993lamb

Hello I’m back again with more Batarou content! 🙋😉💕

This time is not exactly headcanon, but instead I recommended you a heartfelt yet also hearwarming song: “キセキ” or “Kiseki” (Miracle) by Uemura Kana.

That song is kinda fits Batarou relationship. It’s best to consider the song was from Garou’s POV when he reflected about his life with Badd since their fated meeting until they’re become together as lovers.

Also, I was inspired by recently Batarou sketch from @the-goddessfighter, as I wrote the last scene of this songfic based on the drawing: https://the-goddessfighter.tumblr.com/post/643602679242883072/

Please enjoy this little songfic! 😉💕

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*The song lyrics translation:

Your eyes shine like an innocent child Before I knew it, I was chasing your smiling face all the time

I want to raise the loving feelings now like a flower that begins to bloom in my heart

I had gone up until now without knowing true warmth You were the one who taught it to me The moment I felt the love I couldn’t say, everything looked different

I looked up at the blue sky; even though I’m this close to you The closer we are, the further we get; we’ll only get separated

Now the love song flows in my heart Can you hear the sweet melody, too?

It’s not a coincidence we met then It was a miracle that we searched for You are the mirror that reflects my soul and I’m always, always looking at you

I had gone up until now without knowing true warmth You were the one who taught it to me The moment I felt the love I couldn’t say, everything changed that day

It’s not a coincidence we met It was a miracle that we searched for You are the mirror that reflects my soul I’m glad that I met you in this world

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Based off the lyrics, please listening to the song while imagining this kind of scenario..

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–🌸 Your eyes shine like an innocent child Before I knew it, I was chasing your smiling face all the time 🌸–

Garou just realized that he always Badd’s genuine tender smile and those sharp eyes full of adoration in which he showed for Garou only.

Never had thought that the delinquent hero has a very soft side that almost like an innocent child, not as a brute fighter teenager.

Before the former hero hunter knew it, he was chasing Badd’s angelic smiling face all the time. He yearned to make Badd smile for him even just for the slightest.

–🌸 I want to raise the loving feelings now like a flower that begins to bloom in my heart 🌸–

Garou wanted to convey this blooming romantic feelings for Badd, as it grows bigger throughout time the more he spends time together with the beautiful hero.

–🌸 I had gone up until now without knowing true warmth You were the one who taught it to me The moment I felt the love I couldn’t say, everything looked different 🌸–

Ever since he was a little kid until now, Garou never knowing nor receiving true warmth. Not from his absent parents, not from his friends, not even from Bang.

It was Badd who taught it to him, giving it unconditionally day by day during the time they have spent together. So patiently healing and comforting Garou’s wounded heart without fail.

The moment Garou realized he was falling in love with Badd, he couldn’t tell anything to him. He didn’t know what he supposed to say because he just experienced it for the first time in his life.

Everything looked so different once Garou tasted what first love is.

–🌸 I looked up at the blue sky; even though I’m this close to you The closer we are, the further we get; we’ll only get separated 🌸–

Back then when they were still on different sides, Garou had tried to get closer to the hero “Metal Bat” on that fated day. And he was succeeded at doing it as Garou fought him, getting as close as possible to him in a one-on-one combat.

Also for the second time of their encounter in different battlefield, where Garou showed Badd a different side of him.

But the closer they are with each other during those situations, the further they have got. They would only got separated as it became more clearer Badd and him were on two polar opposite: Garou was a monster villain and Badd was an S-Class hero. The ultimate evil vs the ultimate good.

Garou had already convinced himself that Badd was just as the same as the other S-Class heroes who mocked his defeat and wanting him perished.

But he was wrong. Badd was coming to defend him, shielding Garou from any judgemental eyes by his own wrecked and bloodied body.

And just before Garou took the chance to run away, he could see Badd’s understanding smile for him.

–🌸 Now the love song flows in my heart Can you hear the sweet melody, too? 🌸–

During the time of him being fugitive, Garou couldn’t forget of what Badd had done. He wondered if he would meet the kindhearted delinquent hero once again someday, somewhere.

Unbeknown by himself, a newfound feeling has grown in Garou’s heart, filling it with so much yearning and longing. Just like a poetic love song, Garou dedicated it to the beautiful hero.

Could Badd also heard and feel it, too?

Then one day, Garou’s wish came true. He met Badd again for the third time when Badd found him trying to do his best to blend with society by working on part-time job, paying off all of his crimes he had done in the past.

And this time, Badd offered Garou to live together with him. So Garou wont be alone and lonely anymore.

Even more, Badd also encouraged him to become what he wanted all along: a hero.

–🌸 It’s not a coincidence we met then It was a miracle that we searched for You are the mirror that reflects my soul and I’m always, always looking at you 🌸–

Garou believed that it was not a coincidence they have met then. It was a destiny, a “miracle” that allowed them to connect with each other. To understand each other despite the rough beginning. Something that Garou have been searching for after all this time. And he found it in Badd.

For him, Badd is the mirror that reflected his soul. Maybe even the perfected mirror of what Garou himself could be if he just believed in himself.

Badd is everything that Garou really wanted to be. A hero.

The brave, strong, yet very kindhearted one. Someone who doesn’t seek for a popularity and just doing what he should do to protect people he loves.

Secretly smart and have good intelligence to use it in battlefield, despite people’s misjudgement. Always choose to fight in a fair game, never being a bully. Using his strength when he was on duty only, not flaunting it in front of people to show it off.

Doesn’t afraid to show kindness and his softer side to people who need his help, treating them with so much patient and tenderness.

Protected the outcast, weaker kids, and encouraging them to reach whatever they have been dreaming for, as Badd himself was also an outcast kid back then. Doesn’t believe in absolute justice, as he believes in fairness.

An ideal hero, just like what Garou has always wanted to be. His ideal hero.

That’s why Garou will be always, always looking at Badd. He will be always looking at him with deep respect, admiration and adoration. Giving Badd all of appreciation that he definitely deserved.

As a hero, and also as a person.

–🌸 I had gone up until now without knowing true warmth You were the one who taught it to me The moment I felt the love I couldn’t say, everything changed that day 🌸–

Ever since Garou lives together with Badd, he feels so blessed by Badd’s warmth presence. No matter how damping or ruined his day, Badd has always makes sure to shower him with love, support, and comfort.

Garou, who doesn’t know how to accept genuine affections before, slowly warmed up to Badd. He learned what is love and how to reciprocate someone’s love from Badd. Learning how to trust someone who believed in him.

Badd was the one who taught Garou all of that.

–🌸 It’s not a coincidence we met It was a miracle that we searched for You are the mirror that reflects my soul I’m glad that I met you in this world 🌸–

Both Garou and Badd believed that their fated encounters were not some coincidences. Those are a “miracle” that they have been searching for their whole life.

To find, complement and complete each other. In the all of imperfectness of their own that could be filled with the other’s. So they would be perfecting each other.

To become soulmates.

They’re so different yet also very similar at the same time, like a reflection on a mirror, which revealing their souls inside; their true self.

Once Garou and Badd recognized the other’s true self after having long way of mutual pinings, they immediately embraced each other, uniting and solidifying their love in a happy confessions.

It was a miracle that Garou finally found someone who understand him and being a half part of him.

Now that they have become lovers, Garou wanted to appreciate Badd wholeheartedly. He will cherished him for the rest of his life..

–🌸 “…” 🌸–

Today is their 1st dating anniversary and he asked Badd to walk together with him, going out to watching the Magnolia trees blooming on the top of City S’ highest hill. They always go there whenever they wanted some peace or to refreshing their mind after long missions together, it eventually becomes their favorite private place.

Finally reaching the place, they stood under a huge Magnolia tree, enjoying the magnificent sight of it from below. It’s already on spring season so all of the flowering trees were already blooming, including this tree they’re currently standing under.

Badd was mesmerized by the majestic panorama around them. The spring breeze of wind made the pink Magnolia delicate flower petals falling down onto the ground.

Some of them were landing on Badd’s silky messy hair, which making Badd looked even more prettier. Garou couldn’t help but admired the angelic figure of his beloved hero beside him.

Garou wanted to tell Badd that he’s the most beautiful man Garou ever seen and made him fell in love the second he laid his eyes on Badd, a dignified person who has a great talent as a hero, has a pure and soft heart.

With tenderness, Garou approaching Badd and embraced his boyfriend tightly from behind. His arms encircled Badd’s waist protectively, as Garou gently kissed Badd’s nape and the soft flesh on his neck.

Feeling his boyfriend’s intimate loving gesture, Badd just looking at Garou behind him with loveliest smile and such adoration twinkling in his eyes.

Badd slowly put his own hands on top of Garou’s hands, enveloped the colder hands with his own warm ones. Their fingers intertwined to emphasize their intimacy in such romantic moment like this.

Then, with his rare tenderly voice, Garou whispered his deepest feeling of gratefulness he has for Badd into his ear:

– “I’m glad that I met you in this world, Badd. Thank you for having me in your life. Gonna loving you forever.. ” –

Badd was blushed at that moment Garou take a look of him with that stupidly soft grin, and whispered again that Badd looked beautiful as ever.

The young hero was chuckling lightly as an immediate response, simple yet joyful smile showed on his face. Only for Garou.

Finally, Garou kissed Badd’s cheek and caught Badd’s plushy lips for some heartfelt kisses.

They proceed to share their sweet moments together under the Magnolia tree, where noone else was around to witness them.

Celebrating their Miracle together, just two of them..

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🌻 THE END 🌻

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Notes:

So how was it? 😳✨ I’m so sorry if the songfic was so messy and mostly makes no sense, as it was only a bunch of jumbled incoherent words 😅💦

Also, I apologized if I lately didn’t write much headcanons or ficlets like before. Writer’s block combined by burnout and demotivation thoughts hits me hard nowadays 😢 But I’ll try to keep going so the Batarou fandom still have new contents, hope you guys wont get bored of me yet, ehehe 😊😆

Special thanks always being delivered for: @hiro-gari, @the-goddessfighter, @kaincuro, @guby1620, @garous-nipple, @jusqu-une-etudiante, and @lovelybutnot-ablankcanvas, also all of Batarou shippers in the fandom! 😘💖💖

By the way, to @the-goddessfighter: When I was listening to the song, I couldn’t help but thinking that the part of the lyrics on “I had gone up until now without knowing true warmth, You were the one who taught it to me” and “I’m glad that I met you in this world”, are kinda matched your super tender Batarou sketch illustration I love it so much! 😣💕💖

Thus I made this songfic based on both the song and your art! Think of this songfic as my way to cheer you up during busy weeks, hopefully you didn’t mind about it 😅🙇

Love you all, and hope you guys have many great days~ 😚😘❤💜💙💖💝🌸🌻💐

-Little1993lamb-

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~Lilia:

😭😭 Pulling at my heartstrings as always~ I LOVE IT!! These lyrics got me in my feels so much! The song describes their relationship so perfectly hnnnng 💕 Thank you for the translation and the fluffy scenario to complement it, this made my whole day!

#an addition to the batarou playlist too #hell yeah #thank you so much anon #we appreciate all your contributions so much!! #hope you are doing well <3 #sorry for the wait again #submission #anon #batarou #metal bat #garou #songfic

[xlady-saya]

Hello! I don’t really use this account a whole lot but I wanted to go ahead and make a pinned post, which I’ll hopefully remember to update frequently lol. Anyways, here’s a collection of the fics I’ve written for aftg, andreil, and others so far ^^

progress comes in small steps series [complete]

and we’re just starting to get it [Rated T, 11.1k]

Neil is nothing and everything all at once, the entire universe for Andrew, however small of a universe that is. Even Aaron is starting to see it, though the pieces still don't line up.

And Andrew is trying to convince Aaron that he's never jealous? Yeah right. You don't spend your entire life being denied, being hurt, going through foster care with nothing to call your own only to be okay with someone else trying to take the one bright piece of life you call yours.

Or, Aaron is done with Andrew's shit and makes it his job to prove his brother wrong.

there’s always more to learn [Rated T, 12.3k]

The subject of Katelyn and Neil hasn't felt like dangerous territory in a long time, but Aaron feels the bomb countdown already coming to an end before Bee even opens her mouth.

"Well, the two of them are so alike," Bee goes on, oblivious to the tension leaking into the space. Her smile is pleasant, teasing. "It just goes to show how you and Andrew have similar tastes despite being so different."

The world freezes on its axis.

Andrew inhales a little too loudly the same time Aaron chokes on his spit. "W-What?"

trust is a slow process [Rated T, 7.3k]

If Katelyn had been stealthier, she could've escaped the crowded dance floor without Andrew seeing her.

But of course, she's no Neil.

Or: Katelyn and Andrew spend some unwanted quality time together, and Katelyn sees things for what they are.

someday there won’t be scowls [Rated T, 8.1k]

Neil finds that even with his mind's best efforts to hang onto the wounds of the past, his opinion of Aaron just isn't what it used to be. He can thank Andrew and Katelyn for a lot of it, but his own observations certainly help.

When he sees Aaron like this, the mix of worry and adoration on his face as he thinks of Katelyn, Neil can't help but feel too exposed himself.

It's a start.

I want this touch to be familiar [Rated E, 38.1k]

Deep down, Andrew knew he would always reach this crossroads, a time where the thought became too strong to ignore.

Going all the way with Neil. It's not something he can continue to avoid thinking about. When Andrew looks back to the days where he held Neil's hands down, when he never got off with him in the same room, he's forced to acknowledge how much he's allowed.

Not allowed. Welcomed. Wanted.

But that’s not all there is to it, and the desire to make a decision finally makes itself known.

if magic exists, you’re the closest thing [Rated T, 16.2k]

The concept of love is not one Andrew understands.

For a long time, it escaped him. It's always fuzzy, always distorted. He'd given up on it long ago, so why is he still chasing answers?

Whatever the reason, he's content to blame Jean Moreau for a lot of things, Katelyn too.

It's their fault he's here, at the happiest place on earth.

this red is for you [Rated T, 10.8k]

Katelyn never considered herself capable of doling out violence.

It has always been a far away thought, dampened by college courses and late night dates with her boyfriend. She lives a stereotypical life, despite everything she's been through with Aaron. Aside from her growing connection with the notoriously troublesome Foxes, nothing much about her life has changed.

Even then, she's learning she's still able to surprise herself. When Katelyn witnesses Neil defending Andrew, her own protective rage rears its head, ready to be explored.

And maybe that's a good thing.

an unconventional crossing [Rated T, 8.1k]

Aaron likes to believe he and Andrew have a lot more practice navigating their conversations now. And he’s right, mostly. But sometimes, challenges arise at the strangest times, and especially when their significant others are concerned.

In which Andrew and Aaron run into each other at the grocery store, and choose not to part ways.

the roads I traveled with you [Rated T, 35.5k]

When his brother gets engaged, Aaron doesn't expect it to send his head spinning as much as it does. Marriage has always felt like a dream, or a nightmare, one he never thought either of them would be able to achieve.

In that moment, Aaron remembers what he's always known, what keeps his head above water. He wants to be with Katelyn forever. That's never been a question. But marriage hadn't been brought up. For so long it was this abstract concept, a fantasy. He'd always reasoned with himself that it would happen, rationally of course it would, but now...

Now Andrew has made the idea a reality, and Aaron has to confront his own wants for his future.

one shots/multichapters

I’ve had a love of my own [Rated T, ongoing]

Despite everything Neil could’ve imagined for his life, he never thought he’d be here, finally giving the world the interview they’ve always wanted.

It’s been decades, but even with his numerous accolades and sports wins, he finds that they’re the least important thing about his life.

Neil can’t help but laugh. Andrew would be so annoyed if he were here.

Of course, Neil only wants to talk about him, and the life they spent together.

slurred [Rated M, 1.6k]

They're not the type of people to give up control, but with each other they're willing to bend the rules.

growing pains [Rated T, 10.6k]

Stuart knows it’s perfectly normal for teenagers to have crushes. That’s why he’s not surprised in the slightest when Neil starts acting strange; lighter, happier. However, what he doesn’t expect is for the crush to leak into his everyday life—or literally take up residence in his house. Or: five times Stuart knew Neil was hiding a nighttime guest, and one time he actually met him.

your hands are mine to hold [Rated E, 6.7k]

It has taken a long time for Thea to accept a lot of aspects of their past. Her eyes track the fear in Kevin's eyes, emboldened by how his own resolve wears it away year by year. She'll never take that sight for granted.

It's hard to ignore the weights on both of them, with their lives so eaten up by the Exy world and memories of the Nest, but one thing has always remained consistent.

Thea trusts Kevin Day with her everything, and she'll never hesitate to follow him into battle.

better than a night light [Rated T, 7.3k]

Neil hasn’t had the chance to examine the feeling of fear in a long time. He’s all too familiar with it though; from the nightmares, to the memories of a cold basement floor, he knows the feeling like the back of his hand.

But this fear is new, loaded with ridiculousness and a complete lack of reason. It’s nothing more than pixels on a screen, far away theories that can’t hurt him like his past can.

Maybe that’s why he’s beginning to not mind it as much. It doesn’t hurt that Andrew is also there to hold him through it.

Playtime [Rated E, 6.7k]

There was a time when Andrew might've questioned being so into this.

Not anymore.

take what you want [Rated E, 5.4k]

Laila has come a long way from her freshman year, past all the worries and pressure to behave a certain way. She never thought she’d realize it here, lounging poolside with her girlfriend.

The urge to seduce Alvarez is just too good to let go.

a product of absence [Rated T, 7.8k]

It’s funny, Andrew thinks, that this would be seen as a curse in any other situation. Two people, thrown apart by time and circumstances, desperately searching for one another.

But Andrew has never doubted Neil’s return. He’s not running, he’s not worried. It’s perhaps the only waiting game that’s been worth it, that he understands, because this bond with Neil has only ever made sense to him.

In another life, Neil made this much clear: they would always find each other in the end.

here I am, there you go again [Rated T, 17.5k]

There's many things about the past Neil chooses to leave behind, and most of the time it's for the best. For some reason though, his brain can't help but cling to the last memories of him.

"My Ex." Neil bites his tongue at the word, because it never feels right. At this point, so many years later, that man is no one. A stranger. He shouldn't presume to know him anymore than his ex should presume to know Neil.

If he remembers Neil at all.

But Neil should know better than anyone that the past always has a way of catching up to him, and this time, he's not as willing to run as he might've initially thought.

losing battle [Rated M, 3.4k]

It's always been Nicky's dream to be closer with his cousins. However, when he opens Andrew's mail to find more than he bargained for, he finds himself regretting the wish. Unfortunately, no matter how much Andrew's warmed up to him in the last few years, Nicky's pretty sure he'll die (literally) if Andrew finds out.

Nicky's mission begins.

temper, temper [Rated T, 3.7k]

"You paid for the deluxe package," Neil says as he scrolls through his payment history to find his client's invoice. His system is simple:

Basic Package: Fuck you. A general statement of displeasure and a brief description of the wrongdoing.

Intermediate Package: Fuck you, with passion. Everything in the basic package, but with additional insults. Customizable for an extra fee.

Deluxe Package: Fuck you to hell. Everything from the first two packages, for an extended period of time, and with extra viciousness.

And it looks like Andrew Minyard is the unlucky soul today.

a new contract [Rated T, 7.2k]

Neil’s request is simple on its face, but infinitely complicated given his history.

“Convince your team to sign me.”

And this was Andrew’s deal: If Neil can prove that he’s serious, that he can build a new life for himself so that he doesn’t end up crawling back to Riko, Andrew will convince his coach to recommend him for recruitment in the fall.

Yes, it was meant to be black and white…

But Andrew should’ve known better. Nothing ever is.

What a Rush [Rated E, 1.6k]

It's always Andrew's goal to stretch Neil's pleasure to its limits, and he's barely begun to scratch the surface.

locked together [Rated E, 8.3k]

Andrew licks his lips and tugs on the tail of the beast inside him, righting it so it can point him in the direction of what he's searching for. Neil looks good on top of him, panting and giddy, and it's rare that Andrew doesn't want to flip them over and make Neil fall apart.

But...every once in a while...

Well, he's relaxed today. He wants to listen, he wants orders, he wants to be controlled so long as the control comes from Neil.

do you like scary movies? [Rated T, 22.5k]

To say Andrew has never seen the benefit in the make-believe would be a lie. However, he finds less and less use for it as he grows older. He especially fails to see the benefits of anything from the horror genre; he’s made plenty of his own mistakes, has seen more than enough to terrify him in his life. He doesn’t need to rely on jump scares and idiotic protagonists.

But when he meets Neil, self-proclaimed horror archivist, he finds that maybe he never gave the genre the credit it was due, and he ends up thanking the dull movies eventually…

They lead him to Neil, the realest thing he’s ever known.

#aftg #andreil #my fics #my writing #all for the game #kateaaron #kevthea #other pairings

[flowercrown-bucky]

Yes, there is a difference between gentle persuasion and kidnapping.

Fandom: 1970s!Loki Multi-Chapter

Pairing: Loki x ConArtist!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, drug references, later death, later smut, crime, loki and the reader are con artists….. It’s a wild one y’all, hold onto yo’ seats..

Word Count: Upwards of 3k

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

[Something Wicked This Way Comes - Chapter Four]

Loki’s life on Asgard has become vapid; uninspiring. He’s got the taste for a little danger. During a trip to earth, he finds just the danger he’s looking for.A partner in crime - in every imaginable sense.

I've been hanging on the phone

I've been sleeping all alone

I want to kiss you, sometimes. 

Well, I've been haunted in my sleep

You've been starring in my dreams

Lord, I miss you tonight. 

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In his a thousand-and-something years of life, Loki had always struggled to understand the things most people derived pleasure from. 

On Asgard, inhabitants tended to sway towards the inclination that they were above such base idiosyncrasies as were displayed by the mortals, but from where Loki stood, they appeared to be just as bad. Raging battle, feasts that stretched on for days and other celebrations that could easily double that duration. They were no better than the humans, filling the voids in their souls with food or sex or blood. 

Consume, consume, consume. That’s all it ever came down to. 

Since he was a little boy, he had always found his kicks in mischief. It started as little tricks, dropping spiders into the drawers of resident nobles and frightening his mother’s handmaids with snakes. But as he grew, he developed a real affinity for chaos. His father called him a hot head, he shouted back, his mother intervened. The cycle continued for years. 

But as he sat, glaring into the smoky liquid in his glass, he was beginning to understand exactly why people sought to fill a void. 

He’d lain awake all night, his mind firing off nineteen to the dozen. You were being followed, and him by extension. You were in real, tangible, physical danger. The entire night you’d remained curled under the duvet. Possibly asleep, possibly not. Loki had not wanted to check. 

Laying on his back, the soft material of the duvet rubbing against his skin, he had never felt so distanced from you. He’d stared at the ceiling, wondering why it bothered him so much. If he was ever in any real danger, he could simply return to Asgard. 

Couldn’t he? 

It was this question that he was pondering as the rays of the morning sun poured through the window. Your face scrunched up as the rays splashed upon your face, as though someone had disturbed you. 

He did not want to admit it, but the groan that you emitted brought a slight smile to his face. His reaction to you rolling on your side and pulling the pillow over your face was, however, completely not up for discussion. 

He watched you as you slept, fighting the increasingly bright morning. You looked so different. So.. serene. 

He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. A shower, he thought. Maybe a little walk to clear his head. 

You, however, had other ideas. 

“Loki.” You murmured, stretching out your hand. You reached across the bed, flexing your fingers as though you were searching for something. For him. 

“Hey, man, are you alright?” A voice echoed in his ears. Someone was talking to him. 

He blinked down at his drink.

The barman was staring at him, a concerned expression on his face. Loki shook his head, trying to remember what the man had said. 

“Yes. I’m fine.” He replied, rubbing his face. “My mind was otherwise occupied.” 

“I see that, in your eyes.” The man nodded. “You are in a fight with your wife?” 

“Something like that.” He sighed. “She just.. Keeps so much to herself. It drives a wedge between us.” 

“Women. They carry the world on their shoulders, and they say nothing. It is a constant mystery to me.” The other man nodded his head in agreement. “But your wife, she is very beautiful. You are a lucky man, no?” 

Loki grunted in response. 

He lifted his glass to his lips, taking a long gulp. It wasn’t exactly to his taste, but there was some satisfaction to be found in the burn it left in his throat. 

Something about the voice of the gentleman who had served him was oddly comforting, his thickly accented English almost musical, a welcome lullaby to his ever-spinning mind. 

Green eyes stared at him over a cherry-brown bar, glancing down at what remained of the smokey amber liquid in the glass momentarily. 

Green eyes and hair black as the night were easily the defining features of both men, but it was quite remarkable, Loki thought, how two faces could differ so much whilst being so similar. One of those weird little quirks of the universe, he thought. 

“You would like another drink?” The barman asked. “For you, it is with my compliments.” Before he could respond, his glass was lifted out of his reach. The bigger man turned away from him to reach for the bottle, the sound of glass clinking as he poured a hearty glass. Two fingers, you had taught him was how the people of earth measured their stronger spirits, although you always poured him three fingers’ worth, served with a single ice cube and a wink that would easily have a lesser man drop dead where he stood. 

“This is very good of you.” Loki took a sip of his drink as it was set in front of him. 

“It is no problem.” He replied. “I have been in this business long enough to know when a man is in need of... Light relaxation.” 

“I’ll drink to that.” He scoffed, raising his eyebrows. He lifted his hand to brush a lock of hair out of his eyes, but was surprised by how heavy it was, by his own strength. It even felt a little difficult placing it back on the bar with enough care that it wouldn’t dent the wood. 

He shook his head as if to physically cast the heaviness out of his head. 

“If you do not mind my saying so, sir,” The barman continued. “But you should be with your wife, out of trouble.” 

“Yes.” His head felt increasingly heavy. “You’re quite right. I absolutely should.”  At least one of his words was slurred, he knew, but he wasn’t quite sure how many. He was starting to feel really, really dizzy, like his head was full of helium. Drowsy, too. Very, very drowsy.

Was he drunk? 

No. Not possible. Midguardian alcohol had very little effect on the Aesir, and only in large quantities. 

“It will be over soon.” The barman told him, turning 

He should return to his room, he knew, and lay down for a while, sleep it off. However, he also knew that should he make any attempt to move from his stool, his legs would give out and he would fall flat on his face. 

He was exceptionally confused. What was happening to him? How the fuck was he going to get out of this mess? His head spun, his limbs suddenly growing in weight and dropping to his sides. He felt as if he was chasing his thoughts, but every time he neared something relatively coherent, it would fly away from him. Everything was very slow, like he was swimming through a room filled with golden syrup. 

His body curled in on itself, suddenly unable to keep himself upright. His head lolled to the side, too heavy to hold. He needed to get back to his room, and fast. Using magic to heal himself in front of mortals was far too risky, particularly seeing as you were being tailed. His ethereal abilities were not something he wanted to alert his - or your - enemies of. 

The barman. If only he could alert the barman, he could possibly help him at least into the lift. But how best to summon him? Loki was not entirely sure he could muster up the strength to verbally communicate in any way, let alone anything coherent. 

He dragged his heavy head from his chest, squinting at the white rectangle secured to the barman’s dark shirt. It was a nametag, he was sure, but his vision was too hazy to make out even one of the hastily scrawled characters on it.  

His consciousness began to slip away from him, just out of his reach. Drops of sweat rolled down his spine, pooling at the small of his back, as a horrible realisation dawned on him. 

Poison. He had been poisoned. 

Loki, Crown Prince of Asgard, God of Mischief, Chaos and Lies, had been poisoned by a mortal. 

Fucking brilliant. 

His body involuntarily slumped against the bar as he fought to remain conscious, his mind racing. How? How had he unknowingly consumed it? 

His hand dropped against the wooden bar with a loud thud, splashing something cold and unpleasantly wet against his hand. 

The drink. The poison was in the drink. 

He dragged his gaze up to where the barman was stood, watching him but unable to meet his gaze. 

“You.” He hissed, consciousness drawing away with every laboured, painful breath.  The world seemed to spin and twirl as his eyes rolled back into his head, whirling and blurring and changing in front of his very eyes. 

The floor was suddenly a very, very deep blue. It seemed to be almost rippling, curling in on itself and suddenly crashing, dispersed back to nothing. 

Bright lights shot across his vision, vividly coloured and layering on top of each other. They were building something, he realised, something brilliant and sparkling, comprised of every colour the visual spectrum of light had to offer. Something strangely familiar. 

The bifrost. 

Somehow, he was staring down at the bifrost from a great - but rapidly lessening - height. He was falling, at an incredible speed, onto the bifrost. 

And he wasn’t alone. 

Someone was traipsing towards him, carrying something quite enormous. Whatever they were carrying was dripping something onto the rainbow bridge, leaving a trail of dark puddles in their wake. 

He squinted at the mysterious figure as they neared. They were tall, he noticed, and dishevelled, coated with some sort of dust and something that looked unpleasantly like blood. It clung to their skin, and matted their hair. Their long, dark hair. 

Loki realised with a start that the man staggering towards him, was in fact, himself. Or a version of himself, at least. He was battered and bruised, his face ashen and sunken. Every single step he took looked as if he were about to keel over and collapse, but there was a determination in his eyes, as if he would die before abandoning whatever he had made his mission. 

Quite frankly, he looked terrible. 

The clothes his other-self was wearing were unusual, like nothing Loki had ever worn in his millennia of life. Heavily soled black boots stretched up to his calves, a furry coat of sorts adorning his upper body. The fur, much like his hair, was a matted, bloody mess. 

Was it his blood, or someone else’s? 

You were draped across him, your body dangling lifelessly from his arms. Your exposed skin was pallid, almost waxy, as if there had been no blood flowing to it in some time. Your features were almost indiscernible, if not from how bashed up your face was, but from the thick layer of blood that trailed down your neck. Your head lolled with every step his other self took, weak and fragile like a ragdoll. 

A deep blue substance was gushing from the wound on your side, dribbling onto the bridge and leaving the puddles he had earlier noticed. The other Loki was absolutely drenched in it, the leather of his boots stained with it. Behind him lay a trail of footsteps as deep blue in colour as the ocean raging below them. 

What had happened here? Why was he seeing this? How was he seeing this? 

The scene before him began to fade, and he was falling again.

Falling, falling, plunging into the nothingness below. 

As the world faded to black, sound filled his mind. Shouting, chanting even, echoing through the walls of his mind. 

Long live the queen. 

Long live the queen. 

Long live the queen. 

It felt like thousands of voices were yelling inside his mind. Such was the might, the enormity of the cry, that if felt as if it might be coming from the very core of the planet itself. 

“I am sorry. I wish it did not have to be this way.” Was all he heard before the world around him turned to black. 

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You rubbed at your face with your hands, letting out a deep sigh as you pushed yourself off the edge of the bed. The window ledge was quickly becoming your favourite perch, somewhere you liked to sit and think, and it was here you were headed for now. 

The morning light poured onto the streets below you, basking the white-washed walls in a warm glow. The cobbled streets wound and twisted through the city, trickling down to meet the sea. 

“You’ve been here before.” Loki had said, a small smile on his face as you had glanced out the window for the first time. 

“Maybe.” You’d replied. “A lifetime ago.” 

He’d glanced at you curiously, but pressed no further. 

You didn’t view the people below in the same way anymore. You studied each of them carefully, waiting for one to look back at you for just a second too long. 

In all honesty, it was making you properly edgy.

You cast your eyes to where the other half of the bed lay rumpled. Loki’s side. 

You felt bad about the row you’d had the night before, about the silent morning you’d shared. 

He’d been sat on the edge of the bed, watching you as you woke. As you opened your eyes, his head had snapped away as if your gaze had burned him. 

You snuck off for your coffee not too long after. That day, of all days, you needed a little time to yourself. It should have been peaceful, sat with your coffee, staring out to the sea, pondering what had happened. 

You were being tailed, and you hated it. Every single person who brushed against you on the street, everyone who looked at you for just a second too long, made you jittery. Every thought was second guessed, every step matched with a glance behind your shoulder. It wasn’t even as if this was new - you had spent so long ducking every time a police car went past, heart lurching every time someone leaned towards you. Even when you slept, you were on high alert, waiting for someone to burst in and open fire. Some days, you wished someone would just stab you and get it over with. Maybe then, you could be at peace. 

And then there was Loki.

You’d snapped at him, and that, you regretted. But your agreement existed purely because it was mutually beneficial, and that left no room for emotional honesty. He knew his place, and he was just as aware as you when he overstepped it. 

Did you trust him? Not in the fucking slightest. Did you want to trust him? About as much as you wanted to bath in baked beans. 

Did you feel bad about hurting him? Possibly. 

He had been gone for some time. He’d swept out of the room in that dramatic Loki-way, storming off down the corridor. But that was three hours ago, and no matter how sulky he was, he should’ve returned by now. 

You hit the button for the ground floor in the lift, waiting for the doors to shut. He wouldn’t go too far, you knew. He just liked to keep his distance where he deemed it necessary. 

You could never work him out. He was so straightforward, yet so complex. Loki was a mystery unto his own right, and not one you were sure you wanted to unravel. 

The first thing you noticed upon stepping into the bar was how quiet it was. You’d always seen at least ten people in there. 

In the morning, there would always be someone sat in an armchair so large it seemed to envelope its user, quietly munching on a croissant oozing with jam. Couples, friends and business associates scattered across the terrace, sipping coffees and discussing their plans. 

The evening brought guests in greater numbers to the bar. Husbands perched at the bar, swilling liquors in tumblers while they waited for their wives. Ladies in their finery, savouring cocktails and downing champagne. 

The air was almost always thick with tobacco smoke and chatter. Almost everything went unnoticed, from the barstaff secretly pocketing cash to a clandestine chat between hidden lovers. It was the perfect place to hide in plain sight. 

It was certainly unusual to see it completely and utterly empty. Your brow furrowed as your gaze swept the room, searching for even a single person. You never found them. Not even a single barman or concierge. 

Weird, you thought. Definitely not right. 

No Loki either. Also weird. He wouldn’t just leave without telling you. Perhaps you had just missed him on your way down and he was back in your room. Perhaps he could tell you where everyone was. 

You turned on your heel, stepping back into the lift. It whirred into life, lifting off the ground with a loud thunk. You leaned against the wall, wondering what you would say to him when you saw him. You might even apologise.

Three strides covered the gap between the lift and the door. The unlocked door. 

You had definitely locked it on your way out. And Loki wouldn’t leave it unlocked.

You reached under your skirt, freeing your handgun from its constraints. The feeling of it in your hand made you feel safe, as you racked it as silently as you could. 

You slid the door open, your gun in your hand. If someone was in your room that wasn’t Loki, you’d blow their fucking brains out. 

Somebody was sat on your bed. Someone who was, decidedly, not Loki. 

They were broadly built, - broader so than Loki - with dark hair framing vividly green eyes. 

If you did’t know any better, you would’ve killed him as you stood. 

But you did, so, you fired three warning shots.

 “Dios mia, nena.” Came the response. “You have not changed in the slightest.” 

“Bela.” You breathed. “You are not here.” 

“I am as real as you.” He smiled. “Mi querida.” 

He stepped towards you, holding out a hand. 

“You cannot be here.” You blinked at him. “You’re.. You’re..” 

“Dead?” He grinned. “It seems I am not. Which you would know, of course, if you had stuck around long enough to find out.” 

You rubbed your forehead, pushing past the man in front of you to sit on the edge of your bed. You needed a minute. 

“How did you even get in here? Why are you here?” You felt a little dizzy. All was not well. 

“I have my ways.” He replied. “And I’m not here to seek vengeance, avecita. Your life is quite safe.” 

You glanced at him. It had been so long since you had seen his face. It was almost bittersweet. 

“Why are you here, Bela?” You spat.

“I come only to bring a message.” He lifted his chin defiantly. “Senor De Amas requests your presence.” 

Your heart felt as if it had come to a standstill. Everything felt as if it had paused. Your past had caught up with you. Every syllable of that wretched sentence, every cell in this man’s body was living proof of everything you’d done, everything you’d fought so hard so hard to escape from. You’d run so far, but every step had stretched your invisible bungee a little further. It should not have come as a shock to you that it would snap right back and bring you hurtling back with it. 

“So what if he fucking does?” You replied. “He holds nothing over me.” 

You leaned back nervously, unbuckling your shoes. You clutched them by the straps, bringing them up to your chest. Did he have anything over you? You weren’t sure, but you were trying your damndest not to show your uncertainty. 

“Senor De Amas has a prize.” He shuffled uncomfortably, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “For you. He said it might capture your interest. Or rather, he might capture your interest.”  

You sat back for a second, pondering what Bela had said. You knew this man, knew what he was like. A prize, you thought. What fucked up, twisted game would you have to play to win? 

At what cost would you obtain your trophy? 

“I’m not interested in his games.” You looked away, glancing at the window frame. You’d played these games many, many times before. In the end, nobody won, the variation being solely the scale of what you lost. For some, losing the game meant losing their life. 

“You will be interested in this prize.” He called. “He went to great lengths to get it for you. Annoying lengths, you might say.” 

You glanced over your shoulder. What did Bela say? That ‘he’ might interest you? 

You did not care about people, and intentionally so. Caring about someone gave him leverage over you and jeopardised them. You did not keep the company of anyone you wouldn’t leave in thirty seconds if you felt the heat creeping up. 

Or did you? 

“Loki.” You whispered, turning to face Bela. “Where have you taken him?” 

“I have taken him nowhere.” He raised his hands up in front of him, a gesture of defence. “The same could not be said for others.” 

“Well, do what you like.” Your words burned your throat. “ I don’t care what happens to him.” 

You would get Loki out some other way, you decided. You owed him that much. But you were no use to him if you were dead, you reasoned, and partaking in this morbid power play would likely find you both in an unmarked grave. 

“If you look into your heart, I expect it will tell you that is not its truth.” Bela’s voice was soft. Soothing, even. “You forget how well I know you. I can tell when you are lying.” 

You said nothing. 

“If you will tell me that you do not care what happens to him, and you are telling me the truth, I will walk away from here and let you go.” He walked over to where you were sat on the bed, kneeling down so your eyes were roundabout level. “And I will pray that Senor De Amas is feeling merciful.” 

You closed your eyes, considering your options. Would you get to Loki before he did? It was a risk you couldn’t chance. 

“I’ll come with you.” You sighed. What choice did you really have? You couldn’t risk Loki’s life. After all, if he’d not gotten himself mixed up with you, he would be perfectly safe. (Authors’ Note: the fucking irony.) 

Bela smiled brightly at you, a smile that unsettled you right down to the pit of your stomach. You took a moment to strap your shoes back on, a moment you were sure would be your last second of clarity - of sanity - for some time to come, if not for the rest of your life. 

“He is annoying.” Bela mused as you rose to your feet, your ankles wobbling with anxiety in your heels. 

“You’ve met him then.” You grumbled, walking over to him. You were trying to convey confidence, but you suspected you weren’t really fooling anyone. 

“He talks too much.” He continued, holding an arm out for you to take. “Far, far too much. I see that you have this in common.” 

“Fuck off, Bela.” You scowled, swatting his arm away. You would make your own way, no matter how wobbly you were in your heels. You did not need his help. 

“You will never change, avecita.” Was all Bela responded with. 

His laughter was all you heard, echoing through the corridor as you stepped out into it. 

Good Lord, what had you gotten yourself into? 

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“Heal me” - Ivar The Boneless x Reader

Summary: Imagine Ivar come back from the battle against his elder brother severely banged up, you're the healer of Kattegat, but usually no one gets close to you due to rumors you're a sorceress. Nonetheless, you seem to be the last hope for the Prince to survive his wounds as a curse progressively appears to make him profoundly fall in love with you.

Warnings: suspense, fluff, smut

Word Count: 2,913

 *Masterlist*

A knock on the door made you lift your nose out your plate, you stood back on your feet and put on the hood of your cloak. You manage your way to the door. "Yes?" You asked the door slightly open. "You need to help him, he is dying" "I can not rearrange someone's fate" "Please, it is the prince of Kattegat!" "Ivar?" You asked, and without a second thought, you entirely opened the door to let them enter. There was one man that held Ivar into his arms, to which you show a bed to place the wounded. "What happened to him, Hvitserk?"

You came nearer the men, keeping a certain distance with the one standing by the end of the bed. Hvitserk looked at you with confusion but was too concerned by his brother's health "It's Bjorn, he..." "What is his major wound?" "He didn't open his eyes since we left the battlefield. It's his head, I think" Hvitserk responded. You took some herbs into a pot and mixed it "You can't stay..." You murmured, "What?" "It is not safe for you to stay, you must go back to town" "Why not? What tell me you're not going to kill him deliberately if I leave" "Nothing, but I hope you'll understand I'm not appreciated by your people. You're a prince and have a good reputation, you can not afford to be associate with me. But for Ivar it's okay, they don't like him much anyway" You shrug as getting closer to his brother, you softly put your hand under his head to lift it and pull the pot on his lips, for him to swallow your potion. "I know you're right, but-" "You don't trust me" You finished his sentence. "I can feel it" "How- Hum, don't respond to that" He got up seeing his brother responding to your touch "I can promise you I will do my best for him to heal" "You're my only hope" He openly said, and you nodded without even looking at him. "I'll come back soon enough to see him" Hvitserk lets out as he opened the door. "Thank you" He lastly said, and this time you lift your gaze to him, but he already closed the wooden door.

***

"Where am I?" "Please don't move, you're safe I will not harm you" You hassle to put your palm on his chest, which he looked intently before lying back. "You're in my house, I'm Y/N" "The healer..." He succeeds to speak despite his injuries. "Calm down, don't waste too much energy. You lost a lot of blood, you must rest" "Why are you hiding from me?" He asked with a low and harsh voice. He grabbed your cloak and pull it, but you placed your hand on his with a delicacy that stopped him in the track. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" "It's okay, don't apologize, never do it again," You said as you hold him a pot "You need to drink this, it will not taste good, but it's good for your head "What is it with my head?" "You passed out for too long" "How did I even end up here?" "You're brother, Hvitserk brought you here, it was a week ago. He comes every day to watch you sleep" Ivar looked at you as you stood up and got away from him, to the table and you took a sit there. You were filling some pot with flowers and others with soil. "Where are you going? Why are you going away from me?" "I should heal you, nothing more" "If it is about the rumor, I don't believe in them" "Which rumors?" You feigned not to be aware of the gossip about you. "You deal with the gods. Or, anyone that may see your face will be cursed, for it is not a face that was shaped to be be seen by the human eye". "Who said that again?" "People" "Your people" "They don't like me, I'm better off dead" You crashed a pot filled with water on the table, and the liquid spilled on your cloak. "Fuck" You muttered, "Is everything okay?" "No one should ever feel like it'll be better if they were dead, I forbid you to think that under my roof" You got up and took off the fabric and the hood with it. Your hair was very long, embracing your hips, speaking of which, Ivar couldn't get his eyes off of. Your curves were perfectly complimented by your dress, all black and long, reaching your ankles. Your clothing didn't let any flesh out to be seen, only your neck. You ran your fingers through your hair and exhaled deeply before moving forward another cloak. "You don't need to hide from me, I'm also banished, in a certain way. We're not that different you and I" Ivar exclaimed, and you touch upon the piece of fabric. You quickly glanced at him before turning your face again. "Wait..." He said, but before he could add anything, he fell asleep once again. 

***

"Y/N" You heard Ivar call your name while sleeping, and you scramble to the bed, taking his hand in yours. As soon as your skin touched, his heavy breath turned out into normal breathing, and he wasn't waggling anymore. "I'm here" You murmured, and the man opened his eyes, directly looking at you. "I'm hungry" "Yes, of course, it's been two weeks now you're here. I knew that moment would come. When you'll have enough of eating what we found on the ground." "You talk too much, nobody told you?" Ivar raised his brows at you, and you giggled. "It seems like you're getting better and better. if only you could be less provocative..."

"Am I? By telling the truth." He answered with a snappy tone. You help him get up by holding his waist with your left arm and held him his crutch. Still, you didn't let go of him until he was sat at the table near the hearth. "Tell me you're not cold, we don't have any wood left. I'll have to go out if you're cold" "I'm not, I told what I was Y/N: hungry" He dawdled on the last word while intently looking at you in the eyes before you abruptly looked away. You couldn't explain why but every time his eyes laid on you, you were bewildered, but in the right way, if it even was possible. You poured some stew into his plate and glanced at him. "You should probably eat really slowly and just a little, it's been some time you didn't eat something substantial" "You think I'm going to die because I rushed myself eating?" He muffled his laugh as much as he could. "My dad died like that, so yes" You dramatically let out, and his facial expression immediately changed. You burst out laughing and filched the spoon that was on his mouth to taste what you cooked for him.

"I'm teasing you!" You tilted your head, and he chortled. "You're quite a phenomenon Y/N when you put aside your shy mask" "Is that what you think? You curtly said, "Don't change your mood that fast I can't follow..." "Who said you had to" "I want to !" "You shouldn't" "Well, I didn't choose to like what I see when I see you" "What?" You murmured with a high pitched voice, but Ivar cleared his throat. Can I eat in peace?" "You are preoccupied with peace now..." You laughed at him.

***

"Y/N" "Does it still hurt? I can give you another-" "No, it's- it's okay I just wanted to make sure..." "I was there" You added, and a smile grew on your lips. You were lying on your back right next to the Viking, looking at the ceiling, but he looked intently at your eyes and lifted his hand to your face, softly. You closed your orbs as his fingers stroke your skin. "Open your eyes again," Ivar lowly said, and you opened your eyes, looking downward. "Look at me, Y/N, I'd like to see your soul" He talked, but you refused to look him in the eyes. "Why are you doing this? Why are you always hiding away from me, you can't live a life like this, it isn't fair." His tone was tense, he was angry but not at you, he could never. He was mad at anybody that let you believed you undeserved to be looking at and cherish. "You're so kind and soft, why are you taking care of me anyway?" "Because I knew Ragnar, I mean, when I was younger he used to visit me. When my father was still alive and lived with me. They were good friends, and he always talked to me about you. How strong you were, how he found himself wrong about you so many times. He thought your legs would've been your weakness, but in fact, that difference was something he couldn't understand, although he tried" "He tried, to understand me?" He asked, eyes fluttering. "He did understand when he was older. Even when my father died, he continued to visit me and tell me everything about Kattegat and the burden of a king and how he hated to make a decision." You stopped, searching for his eyes. "Your father was a great man, the greatest I believe, he told me to never close my door to you if one day you'd come. I made him a promise, and I kept it," You were brimming with emotions, just as every time you got to tell out loud the memories that never left your heart. You were cradling his hands with both of yours in a soothing way, owning a smile from your guest. "Your eyes, they are glimmering" "I loved your father and appreciated him with all my soul, he never considered me as a monster, he knew I was different, he never told me otherwise. But that didn't make him despise me." "Who can honestly despise you, Y/N?" He asked as he straightened up, and you chuckled. You wanted to cry, but when a tear threatened to drop from your eye, Ivar wipes it away with his thumb sooner said than done. He got closer to your face and cup your cheek, with you leaning into his touch.

You breathe loudly, but your breath as cut by the kiss Ivar drops on your mouth. He simply smacked you at first to gauge your reaction, and when you opened your mouth to let out a moan, he kissed you entirely. You were pressing your forehead to his and exert a hold over it, only expressing you hunger for him. "We are magnets, but we can never repel one another, we were meant to be together" Ivar soughed against your lips, and in response, you simply straddled him, trying your best to be careful with his wounds. You sneaked both of your hands under the fabric of his shirt and caress his skin with your nails. Your lips were still sealed together when he was kneading your haunches on top of your dress. You benched up that last one to your waist to be able to feel him against your core. His bump grew hard as you grind down on him in a hurry. "You're so eager" "I don't know what is it" You responded, and for the first time in three weeks, you managed to intently and thoroughly look him in the eye, that darkened with desire. "Do you want me?" You asked without breaking the gaze, and him grabbing and pinching your arse gave you the response you wanted. "I barely deserve such an endearing person Y/N, don't make me change my mind by making me wait" "Are you sure you could even change your mind?" You retort, pulling away from his trousers. He was reluctant about you seeing him wholly naked, but you reassured him by letting him know how embarrassing you were to even realize he was touching your bum, which made him laugh and relax. He went down on you cunt with his fingers, teasing your clit. Still, you stopped his hand "I want to feel you, entirely, inside of me" Even if you couldn't do better than aligns words at this moment, he understood you and inserted one then two of his fingers inside of you to make sure you were ready for him. You squealed and let out a long "Oh" when he curled his fingers inside of you, stroking your sweet spot. You closed your lids for a second before opening your eyes again and grab his neck with one hand. You leaned atop him as he aligns himself and thrust into you entirely in one attempt. You winced and laughed at the same time, "What is it now?" He demanded, he didn't seem any surprised by the total energy you showed in this moment of intimacy. As if he presumed behind all of this faint-heartedness, was hiding a fire that screamed to be kindled. Once you adjusted to his size, you started to go up and down on him at a slow pace first. Your moans mixed with his guttural noises made a song for the gods only as no one was around, but you'd swear to yourself this symphony was so beautiful you could sing it anywhere at any time for people to hear it. He abruptly spins you on your belly as he thrusts you with haste to be nearer you, you let out a scream as you bite your bottom lips and Ivar dropped some warm and wet kisses all over your shoulders. 

When your walls clenched around him, your body shaking and toes curling, he let out a groan and thrust a few times more. Nonetheless, he bit your earlobe and spilled his seed inside, filling you entirely. You exhaled deeply as turning around to meet his delicious face and body. He hooked your leg over his hip and lean for a kiss. You just couldn't let go of his lips. His touch became more hungry as you chuckled against his lips. You pressed down his body to yours with your heels and feel his growing bump. "Again?" You asked. "I don't know" He shrugged, and you gently hit his chest as the side of his lips lift up.

***

You fell asleep in Ivar's arm, naked and hands in hands, it's been a few days Hvitserk didn't show up, and you couldn't ask for more. Not that you disliked the man, but being with Ivar all day long was something else, something you'd hope would never end. "I see you take good care of him" Hvitserk opened the door and entered without announcing himself, you immediately jump out of panic. "Hvitserk, get out!" "Why, I brought-" "Please, I'm pleading you, just get out" You loudly say reluctantly. He obeyed and got out, you straightened up and looked at the door, as you were nervously looking for your clothes. "What is it, Y/N?" Ivar asked he squeezed your hand in an attempt to soothe you, but you hassle to put on your hood before glancing at the door. "Your brother is here, I'm going out anyway" "You can stay, please stay, you took care of me, and it is your house" You let out a long sigh and got out without even looking at him. "Do not rush him nor overwhelm him, he still needs rest" You ordered passing by Hvitserk as you vanished in the woods behind a hurst.

When you came back, the sun has already set, and the moon was high in the sky encircled by a thousand stars. You carefully open the door, happy to know someone was waiting for you, and it wasn't anybody. It was the man who got you heartbeat pumping like crazy and your inside set on fire "Ivar..." You murmured, you turn around as there was no response nor a single noise, the bed was empty. He wasn't there, and neither was his brother Hvitserk. Even though the most current things was that he had left you searched everywhere in the house, as your eyes filled up with tears. You couldn't also see anything when you finally accept the truth: he got what he wanted, so he'd gone. You crumbled to the ground and curse yourself for you have believed for once someone truly cared for you, and see something else than just a lonely woman with the knowledge of plants. But you were wrong, and the person you were attached the most left you more desolate than ever. You were torn between the thought of going into Kattegat and looking for him or staying here and hoped for his come back, and Nothing could help you soothe now, he wasn't there to cradle your hand nor to squeeze it. He wasn't there anymore.

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I Fold

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Riley Liu)

Book: The Royal Romance (Book 1, chapter 12)

Word Count: ~2400

Rating: PG-13 (language, mild sensuality)

Summary: Spending time with her always feels like a gamble

Author’s Note: Written for the @choicesmonthlychallenge for August 21 - temptation. With TRH3 coming out today, I found myself feeling a little bummed that I had no desire to play this series I once loved, so I decided to throw this together to revisit a time when I adored this series and these characters.

Drake stepped into the lounge almost tentatively, scanning the room quickly from the doorway and letting out a sigh when he confirmed he was alone. He didn’t want to think about the fact that there was a lot of disappointment mixed in with his relief at that realization.

He walked over to the bar, rooting through the bottles of liquor until he found the Bushmills he was looking for. He had no reason to suspect that she would be joining him tonight. She wouldn’t even know about this lounge at Applewood. But then again, she’d stumbled upon him in that lounge back at the palace without any warning, and she hadn’t exactly known where to find him then, at least at first. It had been pure coincidence.

The truth he didn’t want to admit was that he’d rather enjoyed the handful of nights they’d spent drinking whiskey and playing poker. Before they’d made the trip to Applewood, it had kind of settled into a late night tradition, with her waiting for him in the lounge after the first couple of times. But now, things were apparently back to normal, which Drake knew in his soul was for the best. Since his birthday yesterday, he was having thoughts he definitely shouldn’t be. Or rather, more thoughts he shouldn’t be. But part of him still just wanted to spend a little more time with her.

He took his glass of whiskey and headed for the couches, pulling out his phone and trying to not feel let down that it looked like she wasn’t joining him. After all, he’d never had problems drinking alone before she dropped into his life. So, he pulled up scores from the football matches today and was ready to watch some highlights when he heard the door creak open.

His eyes flew to the door in an instant. There she was, her dark hair swinging as she glanced around the room, a smile appearing when she met his gaze.

“There you are. I’ve been hunting for where you might be hiding,” she said, stepping fully into the lounge, closing the door behind her. She’d changed into a pair of tight jeans and a loose, purplish sort of top. She looked good, so much more comfortable than he’d seen her all day. “After not only being forced to bake today, but forced to bake with Olivia, I definitely need a drink.”

Drake moved to stand up and pour her some whiskey, but she shook her head. “I got it. Why don’t you find some cards?” And just like that, she was striding over to the bar like she owned the place. His eyes drifted down, watching the way her hips and ass rolled in those jeans before he snapped out of it, jerking his head to the side and standing up, running his hands through his hair as he made his way to the small cupboard off to the side. He needed to stop. He couldn’t let himself get carried away here.

“What’s on the drink menu tonight?” he heard her call out as he dug around, trying to find a deck of cards and some poker chips.

“Bushmills, but if you want something else, Liu-”

“Nah, that’s fine with me.” He heard the splash of liquid into a glass as he continued his search. He eventually found an old deck of cards, but there did not appear to be any chips.

“How’s the hunt going?” she asked, her voice much closer. She must be at the coffee table.

“I don’t think there are any poker chips here, Liu.” He reached his arm in as deep as he could, feeling around the back of the cupboard, but he was still coming up empty.

“Hmmm. Do you have any cash on you? We could use that.”

He pivoted to face her, finding her sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table, her arms wrapped around her knees. “Are you literally trying to take my money? Because of all your potential marks at the manor, I’m probably the dumbest choice.”

She threw her head back and laughed at that, deep and rich, her black hair hanging like a surreal curtain behind her. “Maybe I just figured I could start small, gradually work my way through the court!” He chuckled lightly at that before she continued, “But seriously, I don’t know. I was just trying to come up with something we could use. So unless you have other ideas…” She trailed off with a little shrug, her dark eyes wide as they locked on his. The silence that followed was tense and expectant. 

Drake swallowed roughly. He could think of one option besides poker chips as he let his eyes drift across her body, picturing each piece of clothing she was wearing piled on the table in front of her. Those damn jeans that fit her like a second skin. That shirt that was loose and slipping off her shoulder just a bit. The bra he knew was blue based on the strap he could see on that shoulder. Her panties, probably not a matching blue, but still undoubtedly perfect, regardless of color.

He tried to reign in his overactive imagination, dragging his eyes back to her face, shocked to see a coy little smirk on her face. It almost felt like she was flirting, like she wanted him to suggest strip poker or something, but he knew he had to be just imagining things, so he shook his head to get that way too appealing fantasy out of his mind, twisting back to the cupboard and looking at their actual options.

“How about Scrabble tiles?”

There was a slight pause before she answered, “That could work.”

So he tugged the old box of Scrabble from the shelf and joined her on the floor, resting his back against the couch behind him as he set the game on the coffee table and handed her the deck of cards, ignoring how her fingers brushed against his as he did so. As she shuffled the deck, he sorted out the tiles, dividing them into vowels and consonants, then sliding half of each pile over to her. 

“Alright, vowels are one, consonants are five, ante is one? That work for you, Liu?”

She nodded. “Five card draw?” They’d mixed it up a couple of times, but they seemed to both prefer the standard.

“Sounds good.”

And so she dealt the cards. He watched her hands as she briskly alternated placing cards in front of each of them. He noticed a bit of glitter in her pink nail polish. He wasn’t sure if she knew that wasn’t exactly appropriate for court, or if she did and it was a tiny bit of rebellion. He liked to think it was the latter.

“So, how long do Apple Court cup-bearer duties last?” Riley asked as she picked up her cards, scanning them over without changing her expression. “Should you have tasted my whiskey before I had any?”

Drake lifted his eyes from the five cards he was holding to look at her. Her eyes were bright and playful, an eyebrow cocked and the corner of her lips quirked up.

“Ha. Ha,” he deadpanned, looking back at his cards, trying to decide whether he should play it safe and keep his pair of tens, or trade in one of them and to go for a flush as he tossed in an “I” as his initial bet. “Nice to see the power of being fake queen is already going to your head. Good practice for when you’re actually queen.”

She let out a little hum at that, but didn’t say anything else when she matched him with an “O.” It surprised Drake, as normally she gave as good as she got. But for whatever reason, his little teasing comment didn’t draw a response from her. He wondered if he’d struck a nerve. That hadn’t been his goal, but maybe she was worried he really saw her as just as stuck up and irritating as the rest of them. He didn’t know how that could be, because who else at court would sit on the floor and drink whiskey straight up with him? But this place tended to have a way of screwing with minds. He knew that better than anyone probably.

“Liu, I was just teasing. I know you aren’t-”

“It’s not that,” she interrupted, shaking her head lightly as she took the three cards he offered her and passed him three new ones from the deck. “It’s just… Do you really think I’ll be queen?”

He felt a gnawing in the pit of his stomach. Of course she was just worried that Liam wasn’t as interested as she was. She didn’t care how he saw her at all. He glanced at his new cards, disappointed to find nothing useful. The pair of tens was going to have to be good enough. He tossed an “E” tile into the pot before he answered, “Liu, I’m not gonna act like a teenager and gossip about my best friend’s feelings. You are smart enough to see that-”

“That’s not what I meant. I… sometimes… I don’t know. I just don’t feel like I’m cut out to be queen, you know?”

His eyes jumped to her face, but she was staring at her hand, aggressively avoiding eye contact with him as she tossed in a “K” tile, raising his bet.

“Liu, where is this coming from?” He kept staring at her, trying to determine what she wanted here. Did she want a confidence boost and pep talk? Or did she want his honest assessment? Because while he was sure she could be an amazing queen, a breath of fresh air, bringing common sense and real world experiences to the role, he also was scared of what being queen might do to her. To be queen was to play peacemaker, to embody decorum and diplomacy at all times. And she was too fierce, too intense, too free to ever be truly happy locked away in that gilded cage.

She gave a little shrug after a moment, finally looking up to meet his eyes. “I just don’t have anything in common with any of the other suitors. I’m nothing like them at all, and it just makes me wonder if I’m right for this. They’ve trained all their lives for this shit, and if I am so different from them, then I don’t see how I am remotely the right choice.”

“Your differences from them are why you are the right choice, Liu. You aren’t sheltered or out of touch or completely stuck up your own ass.”

“I just don’t know. It feels so weird and the closer the Coronation gets, I just…” she trailed off, biting her lip and staring at him with those damn eyes. She looked lost and unsure, and he wasn’t used to that.

“Did Olivia or Madeleine say something today?” It was the only thing he could think that would have made her suddenly unsettled.

Riley shook her head aggressively. “God no! And I know better than to let anything those bitches say get to me. I’ve just been thinking about it more lately, and I just can’t picture myself sitting there with a crown on my head and a smile plastered on my face.”

Drake shrugged. She wasn’t exactly wrong, and he wasn’t going to lie to her. She would have to put on a happy face publicly a lot when she married Liam.

When he didn’t say anything, she kept going. “Sometimes it all just feels so surreal, like I’m an actress in some cheap romance movie. I don’t know… I guess the only times I feel like I’m still a real human are…” 

Her eyes dropped to the surface of the coffee table as she trailed off again. He followed her gaze, surprised to see her hand mere millimeters from his, his little finger nearly touching her thumb. It happened almost in slow motion, as he watched her thumb scoot over, brushing over the back of his hand deliberately.

Drake looked up and was shocked to find her staring at him, her gaze so intense it almost felt like it could cut through him. He didn’t know what she was looking for, what she was searching for in him, but he couldn’t bring himself to break the moment, to look away. So he stared right back. The urge to slide their hands together, the temptation to lean over and kiss her was so strong, he almost felt himself leaning towards her.

But he knew he couldn’t. It would be a massive mistake. She was just getting worn down by the stresses of the social season, and she was looking for comfort where she could find it. He knew it had to be true. Hell, the only reason she kept coming back for these midnight poker games was probably because she just needed a moment away from all the pressure and he kind of just represented the antithesis of that whole world. It had nothing to actually do with him beyond his outsider status.

She was here for Liam. He should be the one to kiss away her worries and fears, to hold her close, to reassure her. Drake was just supposed to keep an eye on her, not steal those intimate moments. So he closed his eyes, trying to break the spell it felt like she had him under with her stare as he cleared his throat, sliding his hand back. “I fold.”

He opened his eyes to find her still staring at him, an almost skeptical look in her eyes. He felt his cheeks getting slightly warm with her continued attention, so he shoved the handful of Scrabble tiles over to her, trying to move this evening back in a safer direction. “Here, just take your damn winnings so I can deal the next hand.”

She didn’t say anything as she tossed her hand onto the discard pile and handed him the deck. Out of curiosity, he flipped over those five cards. The five of clubs, the three and nine of diamonds, and the six and Jack of spades. She had nothing, had been bluffing the entire time.

“What can I say? Sometimes you just need to raise the stakes.” He glanced up at her statement and saw her watching him. “What did you have?”

“It doesn’t matter, Liu.” And with that, he shuffled his hand into the deck, dealing the cards out without saying another word. From where he was sitting, the stakes were already high enough.

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