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boundinparchment · 4 months

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Dream a Little Dream of Me - LVI

Celestia had a cruel sense of humor. He knew this, even before his days as a student. But to be given a soulmate? Now, when he openly blasphemed against the cursed island in the sky? He would outlive you and the dreadful fated bond that haunted your shared dreams. There was little point in this. He could at least put a Vision to good use. People were nothing but disappointments. He had no use for you. Until you pulled the bow across your instrument and awoke a part of him long buried by self-hatred and arrogance. Soulmate AU; Il Dottore/Female reader w/ established personality and backstory. Slow burn. Lore and world speculation and interpretation within; follows canon story where possible. Fic is rated explicit; MDNI. This chapter is not suitable to those under the age of 18. Chapter on AO3 here.

As soon as the doors to your rooms shut and Zandik removed his gloves behind you, you reached up to undo your mask only to feel his fingers already working at every fastening. He lifted the headpiece and discarded it on a nearby surface without a second thought.

Several steps ahead of you, as always.

A smile crept onto your lips as his touch returned when he began to remove each hairpin one by one, as methodical at removing them as you had been placing them. They fell to the floor in quiet pings, like rain tapping on glass during a storm. Your scalp ached from where you had wound too tightly and you melted as Zandik’s fingers carded through your hair, eyes fluttering shut as a low moan escaped your lips.

You felt his hot breath against your neck as he chuckled. “I’m barely touching you, rooh 'albi. We have the whole night ahead of us.”

“Good,” you replied, leaning further into his touch. “I’d like to put that abundance of patience you have to the test.”

Fingers left your scalp to trail down your neck and your exposed spine. You stiffened visibly before you shivered, heart skipping as though a spark ignited against your skin, permitted to burn. There was no shame in your desire, you reminded yourself. Your body’s initial response was a familiar one, a hated one, and it always broke you out of the moment as soon as you had to recall you were safe.

Zandik’s large hand flattened against your back. Warmth flooded through you at the grounded touch and you turned to face him. You reached up and unclipped his mask with practiced ease and discarded it, revealing a gaze that was only ever earnest towards you.

“We’ll see about that,” Zandik murmured. “For you, I have eternity. Contrary to what we discussed downstairs.”

The words were paired with, not a smirk, but a faint smile that seemed to make his eyes light up. He always looked so enthralled when he was in the throes of a breakthrough that you once thought nothing would ever compare. When had that changed, you wondered. When had his expression softened to extend that excitement towards you, show itself because of you?

You returned your hands to his face and brushed your thumbs against his cheeks, your thumb grazing icy blue eyelashes.

Was it the bond? The time together? The entire culmination of the last months’ events?

Did it even matter?

Words failed as you scanned his face. You angled your head and brought your lips to his, the kiss instinctual. Pressure released from your chest, not from a held breath but from the remnants of distant memories your body held falling away.

You deepened the kiss slowly, knowing the movements by heart but wanting to savor every second. The last hints of wine danced across your tongue as you tasted him, tart and full-bodied.

Zandik’s arms wrapped around you, familiar warmth returning to your back as another hand buried itself in your hair. Expert fingers found the same spots as before and rubbed small circles in your scalp. Somehow, you managed to turn, your back now to the door as you stepped carefully over the hairpins and made your way further into your quarters.

Your hands slid down to Zandik’s neck, fingers teasing the neckline of his shirt, before they traveled further along his chest and the lines of his suit. His muscles were hard as you snaked your hands underneath his jacket’s shoulders and pushed the coat away slightly.

The kiss was broken only long enough for him to let go of you and tug on the sleeves to toss the jacket to the floor with a thump.

As soon as you were joined again, your hands wandered and searched for purchase, never settling in one place. It was as if your fingers wanted to memorize him, as though if you touched him, you might burn him into your veins alongside the growing fire in your blood.

When was the last time you’d felt this desire and wanted it?

Zandik smirked into the kiss as his hands covered yours and brought them back to his chest. Beneath one hand, you felt the steady thrum of his heart (biological or biomechanical, you wondered), breaths as shallow as yours. His touch trailed up your bare arms, fingers grazing your skin and dancing along the delicate fabric and strap of your dress; your breath hitched when he followed your shoulder and brushed along your spine again.

Your core pulsed and you couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped your lips.

“You’re not the only eager one,” Zandik whispered. “I want to find every sensitive spot and hear every sound you make, see every reaction. But I want to savor it, rooh 'albi. Don’t you?”

Of course you did, you wanted to reply. If you could find a way to freeze time, for this bubble to exist separately in its own little universe, you would do it in a heartbeat.

He ran his fingers over the exposed small of your back one more time and you jolted, pressing yourself against him further as you hummed in needy agreement. Just like before, he flattened his hand and rested it against your back, this time keeping you in place. Through your dress, you could feel his arousal, his pants straining.

You pushed ever so slightly against Zandik’s chest, leaning forward as if to take a step. Savoring one another could be done a little further away from the door, in your opinion. One step, and then another, you fell into a rhythm as Zandik followed your directions until he collided with the arm of the couch near the fireplace. You parted, breaths mingling in hot gasps as your eyes traced his swollen lips, flushed face, hooded eyes. Your handiwork.

Gorgeous.

All yours.

Forever yours.

You reached for his necktie, slipping your finger through the knotted fabric before pulling it away and casting it to the floor. Zandik angled his neck and you unfastened the top button of his shirt, and then three below it, exposing his warm skin to you before the waistcoat stopped you. His hands gripped the arm of the couch, knuckles white, as if restraining himself from touching you.

This sight was nothing new, for you watched him get ready countless times by now, but you were aware of every motion, every inch of him.

Slowly, you traced kisses from the corner of his mouth to his jaw and then down to his neck. You found his pulse with ease and your heart skipped at the stifled groan that rumbled through his chest. The pads of your fingers explored his exposed collarbone and the definitions of his muscles as they flexed beneath you. Your lips followed, and you pressed a kiss just below his Adam’s apple before delving lower, listening for every sigh and change in his breathing.

A soft laugh ghosted over his skin when you remembered how he compared exploration of one’s body to sight-reading. How right he was.

Venturing lower, your hands traced the dip in his waist, a natural curvature that your eye always felt drawn to. You teased the hemline of his pants and skimmed over his belt to brush against Zandik’s clothed erection. He hissed and bucked against your hand as you palmed his length and squeezed slightly.

You’d felt him before, an inevitably of sharing a bed, let alone the overwhelming desire that swept over you some mornings. As much as your body ached to be joined with him, it ached more to know him, explore him properly.

When you looked at him again, his pupils were blown wide, face flushed. Hunger, tempered only by a softness you could never properly name, carved itself along his lips and eyes.

You didn’t look away as you unfastened his belt and pants, pushed the fabric away from his hips to expose him to you properly. His brow twitched and he swallowed when you took him in your hand, heavy and thick and already dripping with precum. Your thumb teased his tip, spreading the wet bead along his sensitive skin, and you caught the audible hitch in Zandik’s breathing, his eyes wide.

His eagerness fueled your own and a deep ache settled between your thighs as you sank to your knees. Zandik’s mouth opened and you shook your head.

“I want to,” you said, looking up at him as you kissed his tip.

He gave a sharp inhale, whatever words he was going to say dying on his lips. You angled his cock, kissing and licking along his length before easing him into your mouth. Precum mixed with your saliva as you moved your head in slow strokes before you took him deeper. Zandik bucked his hips as he released a throttled gasp and his hands shot your head, fingers tightening in your hair.

Looking up at him beneath your lashes, you held his gaze as you ran your tongue over his length and then teased the underside of his tip. He threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut, cock twitching in your mouth.

Had anyone ever seen him like this, you wondered? Composure all but lost?

Your thighs were wet, your own slick arousal having soaked through the lace panties some time ago. This act never turned you on before, the gestures merely mechanical, all knowledge and no passion. But the deeper you took him, it seemed as if your walls were intent on matching the pace of your mouth, pulsing in time and driving you closer to the brink.

You reached around to get a better hold, hand finding purchase on relaxed muscles. Another part of him you admired but rarely touched. Viewing him from behind when he was without a coat felt one was holding a secret, something clearly his tailor must have known too for every set of pants fit him perfectly.

One hand left your hair to cover yours, urging you to touch, to squeeze. You gave a low hum of understanding, the vibrations eliciting a delightful groan from the man above you.

Emboldened, your other hand cradled and massaged soft flesh at the base of his length. You pulled away slightly to focus on his tip again, tasting a salty tease of more precum.

Zandik tugged on your hair and pulled you away, his cock leaving your lips with a slight pop.

“Continue like that and you’ll finish me far too soon,” he said.

A flare of smug pride dashed through you and you pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh and then his tip before you rose to your feet. You squeezed your legs together to ease your own desire, the taste of his cock lingering on your tongue.

Zandik’s fingers skimmed across your arms and slid beneath the straps of your gown, pushing them away to let the bodice of the dress fall down to your waist. Your skin broke out in goosebumps and your nipples stiffened from the slight change in temperature. He found the tiny zipper that kept the dress over your hips and the dress pooled to your feet, leaving you in teasing lace and your shoes.

Those, too, joined the pile of discarded garments, and your stocking-covered feet were thankful they were finally flat on the floor again.

You pressed your bare breasts against Zandik’s chest, a flash of heat and a plea for more as his throbbing erection pressed against you, before you reached up and kissed him again. You were intoxicated and dizzy from your own need, as if your very person might never know peace if you were to leave this unresolved. It threatened to overwhelm and consume you entirely when familiar hands traveled lower still and slipped between your legs. Your head fell back as you writhed when he touched a particularly sensitive spot at the curve of your behind.

Tugging at his shirt, you pulled him away from the couch and towards the bedroom, leaving a trail of his clothes as you went.

Zandik perched on the edge of the bed, with you standing between his legs, and wrapped his arms around you. He peppered kisses to your sternum and the soft flesh of your breast, one and then the other, attentive to every curve. A precise thumb rolled an already-stiffened nipple before hot lips replaced his touch, tongue lapping at your skin. You arched your back and carded your fingers through his hair, pushing back the long strands from his face, supported by a hand splayed at your back.

Words were whispered against your skin in a language you neither spoke nor recognized. You only picked up how Zandik said them, the kinds of things befitting reverence and honor and awe.

“What are you speaking, mon rêve?” you whispered.

“It doesn’t have a name, not anymore,” he panted. “The words don’t translate but feel...correct.”

Zandik pressed his lips against your belly and, reluctant to let go, pulled you atop him when he shifted onto the bed. An idea sparked as your bare chest brushed against his; pressing your hands to his chest to keep him flat, you shifted until your knees rested on either side of his head, thighs resting on his shoulders.

His face was more flush now, hazy with desire, but Zandik gripped your thighs and pulled you further down, settling your weight on his chest. He kissed the bare flesh of your inner thigh, shiny with your essence. Hooking a finger to pull aside the lace, he revealed you swollen, soaked core with a low groan that rumbled beneath you. He whispered again before teasing your entrance with his tongue and you whimpered, never breaking his gaze.

He continued, tongue playing with your inner lips as his nose brushed against your clit. His red eyes gazed up at you, only closing in intense concentration in time with your reactions. You clenched and spasmed, occasionally bucking against his face as your body longed for more. Zandik’s tongue delved deeper, entering you and tasting your warm velvet walls, and you gasped, heart pounding. You reached down and gripped his hair with both hands in attempt to keep him close or to beg him to stop. No, not the latter, never the latter.

Heat pooled in your lower belly, churning with every flick of his tongue and every gentle suck to your clit, ready to snap. Not now, not yet. You wanted this night to last, to reach that peak with him, not…

You pulled your hips back, panting, your blood on fire and your body screaming for more.

“Not yet,” you managed. “I want…”

The words caught in your throat, your own desire choking you. How did you articulate that without sounding ridiculous, without feeling selfish? The guilt came out of nowhere, long buried, the source of many dissatisfied evenings and attempts to make others happy.

But that was not what this was about, you reminded yourself. And the man between your legs would never stand for you pushing away your own desires for the sake of others. Not now, at any rate, not when you only recalled his other selves in a vague sense of awareness, rather than a solid memory.

His lips and lower face wore evidence of your presence, his skin glistening. He opened his mouth as if to speak but with trembling hands, you brushed his hair back softly, stopping him.

The words spilled out like water from an overfilled cup. “I want to feel you first. Inside me. I want to be joined with you when I come.”

Beneath you, Zandik he kissed your thigh again, grazing the skin with his teeth before he swirled his tongue against your clit. You jolted and your soulmate chuckled, delighted with himself.

“As you wish, rooh 'albi.”

You shifted, moving your legs to free Zandik’s upper body and crawling backwards. His hands made quick work of the lace at your hips, pushing the material away, which you kicked off without a second thought. When he sat up and angled himself as though to turn the both of you over, you pressed your hands to his chest. You expected a question that never came, given his ever-observant nature. Wordlessly, you lowered your hips to grind your soaked heat along his length and sank atop him, chest to chest, skin to skin.

A throbbing pulse ran through your core and you paused, savoring the sensation of his hips between your legs, his solid form beneath you. You rolled your hips, eager for any kind of friction, slick heat passing between you. Your entrance caught his tip and your mouth opened in a silent cry; Zandik let out a delicious hiss as his hands shot to your hips, stilling you.

Every fiber in your body tightened and you wondered if his grip would leave bruises, the way his fingers dug into you.

You swallowed, a passing thought that your body was more than prepared flickering through your mind, and eased yourself further onto his cock as you captured Zandik’s lips with your own. Inch by inch, you rocked your hips, Zandik’s hold guiding you, taking him a little more each time, the pace excruciating and exquisite all at once. A rumble escaped Zandik when you finally buried him deep inside you to the hilt and you swallowed it, kept his passion for yourself. You broke the kiss to catch your breath in the crook of Zandik’s neck, willing your body to adjust. Unaccustomed to the sensation of being joined after so long, your walls clenched, squeezing him as strong arms wrapped around you and he cradled the back of your head.

The initial shock wore off and you rocked your hips in slow, steady movements. At first, you tried to take his length with every stroke, as if you couldn’t bear the idea of his absence; that was, until Zandik whispered your name and guided your hips, focusing not on depth but sensations from shallower strokes.

Once you had your bearings and your rhythm, you pulled away from his neck, panting and trembling over him. You melted into another kiss, uncertain where you ended and Zandik began.

The familiar heat returned to your lower belly, coiled tight, stoked carefully so fire ran through your veins and burned all it touched. Beneath you, Zandik gasped as you took him deeper again, the sound mingling with that of your joined bodies as his cock twitched. You needed more, to feel him in a way that seared all that came before, a forest destroyed so new life could grow.

Every orgasm previously, your only other experiences, were forced, coaxed from you like an amateur learning their instrument, demanded as proof the moment was forgivable. Now, you felt as if you were floating among stars, hazy and lost among the bliss.

“Look at me, rooh 'albi.”

Zandik whispered your name again and you held his gaze, attentive and earnest as you lost your rhythm, too close to the edge. He took over, thrusting into you as you shattered, walls fluttering and squeezing. Staccato gasps ripped from your lungs and your eyes burned with tears but you couldn’t look away, not when—

You watched Zandik’s eyes go wide as he rocked you through your aftershocks before he gave a choked groan and buried his face in your neck, whispering incoherently. He grabbed your hips, keeping you in place as he spilled inside you, your core convulsing around his twitching cock.

Dazed, your tongue was heavy in your mouth, all but useless. Zandik pulled away just enough so you could kiss him but made no effort to move otherwise, your bodies still tangled. He broke the kiss first, eyes skimming your face the way moonlight touched water. His curiosity was tempered not by selfish lust but with the desire to understand far beyond the surface.

You brushed his hair back softly, heart skipping, your very skin wanting to memorize every sensation. His groan matched a note you knew by heart and already, you were trying to piece together more, as if you could translate the moment and capture it forever.

“Sleep feels very far away, mon rêve,” you panted, brushing your nose to his.

“I did say we had all night, didn’t I?” Zandik teased.

“Eternity, actually.”

He hummed in reply, lips pulling into a soft smile that made his eyes burn like hot coals. You melted against him again as his lips captured yours and he turned both of you over, never once breaking away from you.

“Eternity it is, then.”

#dottore #il dottore #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #fic: dream a little dream of me #dottore x female reader #il dottore x female reader #smut #tw: smut #cw: smut

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thoughtsofatransboy · 2 months

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omg how about an angsty story where you and leon get into a heated argument and both say some really hurtful things and leon accidentally hits the reader but he apologizes (some fluff) and then makeup sex

this literally cannot leave my mind and i love ur fics literally

Oh it looks like a cool plot! And thank you very much anon! Mwah mwah <3 here's your request:

Warnings: Gn!reader, Re2!Leon (cuz i think younger Leon would be a little immature), argument, nsfw stuff, fluff apologizing, reader has trauma with face slaps, makeup sex

You and Leon started to date some months ago, he's your soulmate, the only one that can make you feel like you're just a teenager in love again, but it doesn't mean he can't be an asshole sometimes. He's been bitching around all day, complaining and very stressed because of his job. You tried to be as comprehensive as you could, you knew about his cop stuff and his trauma, so you tried to not give attention to his bad mood, but it crossed your limits. "You're the worst partner ever, you never help me with absolutely nothing" this phrase made your blood boil, how dare him say something like that? After all your loving and patience with him?

"Leon you're the bitchy here... why don't you shut the fuck up just a little, huh?" Leon's gaze got a little harder than it was before, he was looking like a stupid toddler earlier, but now he looks real irritated.

"Who do you think you are!? You're lucky i didn't kicked your ass out of my life yet!" The way he said it, could have literally shattered your heart in thousands of pieces, but the rage made you blind for the pain of his sharp words.

"You could NEVER live without me! Aww... look at this boy... He's afraid of working with another people... aww! Why? BECAUSE HE THINKS THEY GONNA D-" Before you could finish your sentence, Leon hit your face with a hard slap, making you drop your knees, not necessarily because of it's strength, but because of your shock.

"D-don't! Please! Please!" Tears roll down by your face without you even noticing, that's when Leon understood what he did. You triggered his trauma and he triggered yours. Sure, what you did was stupid, but he was the one who started it, and he shouldn't have replied your violence with violence.

"Darling..! Oh my God! I-I'm SO sorry..." He tried to get closer to you but you blocked his touches. "Don't fucking touch me!" You said, almost having a breakdown and crying out years of pain, right there on the floor.

Kennedy understood he crossed the line, he really did. So he decided to leave you alone, afraid he would make you more upset by staying. After some minutes, about ten minutes, he came back to the room you were. It agonized him, to see you, his strong darling, so vulnerable. He slowly got closer and closer to you, waiting for you to nod for permission before he touched you. As quick as you nodded, he wrapped you in his arms, rubbing your cheek with his hand. "I'm sorry darling, so sorry... I shouldn't have be so childish, can you forgive me baby?" You nodded.

"Can you forgive me too?" He kissed the cheek he slapped. "Of course darling" he helped you to stand up. "What about we watch a cartoon together and cuddle a little?" You accepted, you both deserved a good time together after this event.

Now you guys had finally forgiven each other, the argument faded away on your minds... it had already some hours and you're both laid down on your little couch, sweetly cuddling and watching you guys's favorite cartoon.

But something didn't felt right, Leon was moving so much, like he was uncomfortable. "Sweetie? Are you okay?" Leon seemed a little nervous about your question. "S-sure sweetie! Now keep watching the cartoon, yes?" Then you finally noticed what it was. Leon was hard, you moved your leg a little, so you could feel his bulge, earning a little groan from him. "Darling!..." You wasted no time in touching it.

"Kennedy, Kennedy... always aching for me, ain't ya?" No answer. "Ain't ya?" You rubbed it this time. "Oh! Hell yeah darling!" You smiled wide. "Good boy"

Leon took the opportunity that you're with your back against his chest, to go over you, pinning you under him. "Naughty one, huh? Really enjoys to tease" Leon begun his attachment to your neck, kissing and sucking all of it.

"Mmmm... Leon! Don't stop!" Leon smiled against your neck, continuing his work, now moving his hand inside your pants to start to tease your genitalia. "Sweet babe... all aroused f'me? Jus' for me?"

You moaned helpless "Yeah! All for you!" You didn't minded saying anything else. "Are you goin' to let me take care of you?" You only nodded, making Leon smile. "Thanks babe..." In a quick move, Leon unbuttoned his pants, helping ypu to unbutton yours too.

He stroked his cock and lined it up with your hole, kissing you while inserting his cock slowly and delicate. He wouldn't handle hurting you again. His thrusts were slow and rhythmic, your moans echoing in the room. "Oh babe... will you forgive me for being so pathetic with you?" You nodded, making him smile. "Thanks sweetheart" he implanted kisses all over your face and your bruised cheek. He was kissing your mouth passionately, interrupting it to let out a long and sensual moan. "Darling, I think i'm close!" He kept his thrusts a little longer, not much before cumming inside you, with you cumming some seconds later, your hole clenching deliciously around him, before creaming his cock.

Leon was catching his breath back. "Oh baby... you did so good for me." He stroked your hair, wrapping you around him once again. "I'm sorry for everything that happened earlier... II'm never doing this again. Can you give me another chance?" You kissed his cheek hardly "Sure Leon, I love you too much to don't forgive you... sorry for being such an asshole with you too." You both smiled to each other, letting the moment speak for itself and falling in each other's arms.

"I love you too much baby." Leon said, hugging you as you were the most precious jewel on Earth. "Love you too Lee..." You kissed his face one last time, before letting yourself slowly melt into a delicious sleep.

#leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy fluff

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suugarbabe · 6 months

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Hey love, would you be open to doing a part 2 for soulmate Theo where reader actually fights someone that hurts him??

I know you have a lot of requests so no pressure or hurry (think this is like my 3rd in the last 2 weeks, im sorryy😭). Remember to look after you x

part 1

You were not often an angry person, but maybe being soulmates with Theo changed something in you. You were essentially boring a hole in the stupid blonde's head that was sitting next to Theo.

You and Theo hadn't quite had the conversation of if you were 'boyfriend and girlfriend' yet, but you both knew you were soulmates and were very much happy with that situation.

While you two haven't directly advertised that you were soulmates, or nearly dating, you two spend every moment of free time together, went to parties together, were basically always seen together. So why this bimbo girl thought she had any chance with Theo whatsoever was beyond you.

Pansy had tried to tell you that it was no big deal, that Theo looked disinterested during class next to her anyway. But when you saw the blonde girl touch Theo's chest after class, all you could see was red.

Before anyone could stop you, you were on top of her, swinging at whatever you could connect with. You had to give her credit, she did try to fight back, pulling your hair and getting a good swing to your ribs.

But you had to give Theo some thanks later, because any contact she made with you felt like a child. You hadn't even noticed you'd broken her nose until you felt warm blood on your cheek after a second blow.

After that all you felt were two pair of arms yanking you upward and away from the girl, you doing your best to flail and fight against their grip before you realized it was Mattheo and Theo.

Once they set you down your huffed, crossing your arms, "Why did you do that, I was going to stop. She deserved at least three more good swings."

Mattheo couldn't help but laugh, "Princess, please. She was bleeding so much she was turning in to a red head."

You rolled your eyes, "Good, blonde definitely didn't suit her. Or did it, Theo?"

Theo was rubbing the back of his head, "What are you talking abou-, Ohh...did you do this because you were jealous?" A smirk appeared on his face before it turned to one of pain, "For fucks sake, did she have to pull your hair that hard? Swear to Merlin 've got a fucking migraine now."

You couldn't help but laugh, "Serves you right. Not only were you blatantly flirting with her in class, but now you get to see how it feels every time you get in a stupid fight with some random kid."

You reached up and poked him in the ribs where you knew she'd hit you. "Bloody hell, y/n, don't do that. Fucking shit," Theo grabbed his side, taking a step back. You jutted out your lip in a faux pout, "Awh, Teddy, does it hurt?"

Theo scowled playfully at you, "You know you're cute when you're jealous." You took a step forward, trying to poke his side again, "Keep it up and I'll find another girl just to make you in more pain."

Theo held his hands up in surrender, "Okay, okay. I'm done. I swear. Only under special circumstances and even then I'll make sure he doesn't touch me."

You smiled at him, grabbing his face with one hand and squishing his lips together. "Good boy," you playfully mocked before planting a big kiss to his squishy lips. Theo actively ignoring the teasing from Mattheo on the nickname you just used.

#hows this yeah?#if its shit dont tell me #theo nott x reader #soulmate!theo nott #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x you

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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His Sunshine, Chapter 1

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none

Three Years Ago

“I don’t get it,” I said nervously, looking between my parents and a man that wasn’t much older than myself. My stomach churned at the thought of having to leave behind everything I knew. I began rubbing nervously at my covered forearm, knowing that was the reason behind their sudden change in attitude towards me. It was because of my mark, “I-“

“Don’t touch it.”

My hand froze on my forearm as the man stalked towards me, pulling my hand from my forearm, “your parents are doing this to protect you, kid. But you going and touching the area where that mark will be is only going to let him know how far away he is from you. He’ll be feeling that tug in his chest like some string that’s pulling each of you together. You can feel it, can’t you? Even though the mark hasn't shown yet?”

“I-I don’t know,” I said nervously, looking away from him. I went to touch my forearm again, but he held my hand, “let go of me.”

“That warm feeling you get in the pit of your stomach…that’s him,” he explained, “I know that you might think it’s a good feeling, but it’s not. You need to listen to me right now, kid!”

“Sunshine…” my mother whimpered as my father held her tightly. I looked between the man and her, and she broke down into tears, sobbing against my father’s chest, “oh god…he’s going to find her, isn’t he?”

“He won’t find her, ma’am,” the man said in a firm, calm tone. He gave her a sympathetic look and then turned his attention back to me, “did your parents tell you why you are coming with me, sunshine?” I shook my head and looked around the room. My parents looked worried, but he and his team remained calm, “n-no…”

“Do you know who your soulmate is?”

“N-no,” I stuttered again, “I-I have no idea, sir.”

He uncrossed his arms and pushed himself away from the counter in the kitchen. In just four steps he’d come around the counter that separated us, and he was just inches away from my face, staring me down, “Have you ever met a man by the name of Lloyd Hansen?”

I nodded. I had seen him come into the shop once, but never again. It was a few months ago. And before that, he’d hung around outside nearly daily.

“H-he had a coffee and hung out at the counter the whole day,” I said nervously, “I-I remember him.”

“Tell me everything about any encounter you’ve ever had with him…” he said slowly, “you said he hung around daily.”

“O-outside,” I said quickly, looking back to my parents, who were now both sobbing, “He-he only came in once…and it was bef-“

“Tell me about it, Sunshine,” he said pointedly, “tell me everything that happened that day. Every little detail.”

The tall, well-dressed man walked into the diner. A signet ring that was delicately placed on his pinkie glimmered in the sunlight as he stepped up to the counter. My breath caught in my throat just looking at him, and a fire started in my belly. There was something about him that made me feel like a moth to a flame. I wanted him to talk to me.

He barely seemed to notice me as he sat down. He gently placed a phone beside himself, and he looked around. I couldn’t help but watch him, admiring his features. There was something so beautiful, and dark about him. I needed to touch him to prove that he wasn’t a mirage.

Perfectly dressed.

Perfectly coiffed hair.

My breath caught in my throat again as he looked at me; beautiful eyes sending a shockwave along my spine.

But even through the beauty, it felt like I was staring into a raging storm. He had a darkness to him and around him that made me both terrified and feel alive. It was like everything moved in slow motion.

“Got a menu?” he asked. I nodded, unable to really speak. With shaky hands I placed it on the counter in front of him. He chuckled; the dark, beautiful noise making me whimper, “no need to be scared, Sunshine…I’m not here to hurt ya.”

“I-I’m not scared.”

“You aren’t?” he asked with a chuckle. I felt a blush cross my cheeks as he looked up from the menu and at me, “well aren’t you just a piece of work then…most people are pretty afraid of me!”

“Y-you know my name?”

“What?”

He seemed caught off guard, “y-you called me Sunshine. Tha-that’s my name.”

He chuckled again, “call everyone Sunshine...habit, I guess.”

“Oh.”

“Your parents really named you Sunshine?”

“Yeah…but everyone just calls me Sunny,” I said quickly. He nodded, taking the information in, and we both settled into a silence while he examined the menu. Felling nervous, I began to fidget, and then I swallowed, “y-you’ve been here for months…”

He looked up from the menu, flipping it over to glance half-heartedly at the breakfast specials. His brow raised, “you saw me hanging about?”

“I-I mean you’re not a ghost,” I giggled. His lips curved upwards ever so slightly, and I blushed again, looking away. I turned towards the server’s set up, “d-did you want coffee? I just brewed some a few moments ago.”

“Yeah…coffee,” he nodded slowly, pushing the menu away from himself, “how do you take your coffee, Sunshine?”

“I-I don’t drink coffee, sir…I’m still not even seventeen! My parents tell me I shouldn't drink coffee until I'm an adult.”

“Oh no?” he asked curiously. He ran his hand over his left arm, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as I noticed the definition of his muscles. His smirk reappeared, “when is it that you turn Seventeen, Sunshine?”

“Oh, not for a few months, sir,” I smiled sweetly as I reached to grab him a coffee cup and spoon. Placing it on the counter in front of him, I turned and grabbed the pot of coffee in one hand and some creamer, “well, it’s less than two months now…”

“I bet you can’t wait…can you?”

I blushed as I poured his coffee, “I-I’m a romantic I suppose…I really just want to turn seventeen so that I can see my soulmate mark…I-I’ve always wondered about the kind of man I’ll have been paired with…”

“Is that so?”

“Yes,” I said bashfully, filling his cup up then returning it to the warmer. I turned back towards him, and he was drinking the coffee black. He chuckled when I scrunched up my face, “how can you drink it like that?”

“Sometimes it’s better…you get everything in a straightforward fashion.”

“I think I’d like to have coffee one day the way that I have life,” I giggled playfully, feeling so open talking to the mysterious man, “light. Full of sugary sweetness…and a lot of cream.”

A small blush found it’s way across his cheeks, “a lot of cream, huh?”

“Of course…how else are you going to sweeten up that bitter taste?”

“You’re an optimist, aren’t you, Sunshine?”

“Maybe I just like living up to my namesake,” I said playfully, “I’ve always had a positive outlook.”

“Like your soulmate mark?” he asked curiously. I nodded and he put the cup down, touching his own arm again. My breath hitched in my throat as he stared me down. It sent another shiver down my spine, “you know…most people would be nervous about the kind of person they get. Hell, I’ve spent years, just looking for mine, but I’ve yet to find her…at least, I didn’t think I did…but I think I’m on the path now."

“Well…what do you think she’s like?”

“Sweet…always smiling…nurturing. A complete night and day reference from myself.”

“You don’t-you don’t think you’re sweet?”

“I could be…for her…but only for her.”

“You sound like you may be a bit of a romantic yourself, sir.”

He smiled, “you know…some people wouldn’t want to know for fear that it’s someone bad. Some women and men even get rejected by their soulmates when they meet. Did you know that?”

“I-I never thought of that.”

His brow raised, “you never thought of that?”

“No,” I sighed sadly, touching my own left arm where my mark had yet to appear. I barely noticed Lloyd shiver as he took another sip of his coffee. I frowned, “I’m sorry. Is it too chilly in here for you? I-I could turn the heat up? I-“

“I’m fine, Sunshine,” he said softly. He gave me an even softer look as he reached across the counter and patted my hand. I instantly pulled away, feeling like I’d received a mild shock along my fingers, “don’t worry about your soulmate though. You seem like a complete sweet-hearted honest young thing. Any man would be lucky to have you…”

“T-thank you sir.”

He shuddered as I turned away to grab the coffee pot again.

“And don’t worry about what I said about that rejection thing,” he chuckled, “any man would be a damn fool to let you go.”

“I’m sorry?” I asked, my heart lighting up at the thought of a man acknowledging that my soul mate would find me perfect. I had wanted him to say it again, but he shook his head.

“I-I was saying that I’m not much older than you and you shouldn’t call me sir.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah…”

“Well what else would I call you?” I giggled, “I don’t know your name.”

“My name? Oh…yeah…m-my name is Lloyd,” he said softy, allowing me to pour him another cup of coffee, “I was going to ask what you recommended, Sunshine…”

“Oh,” I sighed, my heart plummeting slightly as I felt like I misheard him, “W-well Lloyd, tell me what you like!”

“Whatever you recommend, Sunshine. I trust you.”

“Shit.”

My parents looked nervously at the man in front of me, “What?”

Court frowned, looking at my father, “He knows.”

My brow raised, “H-he knows?”

“Lloyd Hansen is your soul mate,” he replied shortly, “you said he’s been hanging around for months?”

“Y-yeah?”

“He felt the pull,” he explained shortly, “you are still underage, and your mark hasn’t appeared so you didn’t feel it in the same way you would have if you were of age…but it sounds like you two felt the connection.”

“That can happen?” my father asked.

Court nodded, “He came in because he felt the pull and wanted to check it out…you were the only one that saw him, which meant that he probably singled you out and showed up on days when he knew you were working. You said you shivered when he touched his mark.”

“He ran his hand up his arm, bu-“

“He was touching his mark,” Court answered, cutting off my question before it even started, “and when he reassured you, you felt the spark…that moment when he touched your hand…he knows you’re his soul mate!”

“He-he was my soul mate?”

“Listen, Sunny…I’m going to need you to come with me…and now…there’s not even time to pack. Chances are, he’s going to realize that you are of age and that mark or not, he'll want you. He’ll come for you…and when he does, it won’t be pretty,” he said firmly. I looked back to my parents, but he grabbed my face and pulled it towards himself, “don’t look at them. Mr. and Mrs. Dawson. I will take your daughter to a safe place and hide him from Lloyd. You two need to split up and follow the plan, exactly how we discussed. Then, when I’m sure he’s not following any of us, we’ll meet up. I’ll have my associates watching each of you as well.”

“Mr. Gentr-“

“Frank…I’ve told you before…I’m doing this as a personal favor, but you can’t use my name,” he said quickly, “it’s six now…”

“Six-“

“We need to leave. The longer we wait here, the more likely it is that he’s going to be able to get to us…to get to Sunny. Is that what you want?”

“I need to pack,” I said quickly, “Mr. Six…please.”

“There’s no time, Sunshine,” he said, gripping my arm and making his way out of the diner, “we have to get you out of here…before Lloyd shows back up.”

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You're An Image Caught in Time: Chapter 20

You got your soulmark when you were very young. You knew who you hoped had left their mark but since they never said anything to you, you resigned yourself to a life of bitter unrequited love. As much as you wanted to meet your soulmate you knew after all these years they must not want to meet you. Though the mark never faded some days you wished it would. Especially after meeting Billy.

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Childhood Friends! Eddie Munson X Reader

Tags: 18+ NSFW MDNI, slowish burn soulmate AU, reader is in an abusive relationship with Billy Hargrove, Dark! Billy, Eddie is a sweetheart but bad at feelings, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, eventual happy ending

Warnings: rape/non con elements, emotional and physical abuse, graphic depictions of violence, suicidal thoughts

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Once Eddie took you home after the trial, all your emotions rushed out at once and you cried in his lap for what felt like hours. Just when you thought your body had no tears left, they’d come again. You and Eddie hadn’t really talked much since getting home, let alone discussed your rant up on the witness stand or the fact that Billy was only convicted for the assault with a deadly weapon and not anything that happened before that. You were positive that it was all thanks to Hopper’s testimony and his notes from that night that even made that possible. Being his first offense he was given the bare minimum of six months in jail, a mere slap on the wrist according to Hopper. Still, despite the outcome not being exactly what you hoped for, knowing that he wouldn’t be out until after you and Eddie had graduated helped give you a bit of the relief you hoped for when you started all this.

You and Eddie laid in bed together still unsure how to discuss or process everything. Your eyes buried into his shirt. After a while, Eddie lifted your head and rubbed your cheek with his thumbs, “How are you feeling?”

With a sniffle you nuzzle into him, “I’m glad it’s all over but I can’t help but feel mad that they only thought he was guilty because he cut me with a knife. It’s like all these strangers collectively decided that everything else he put me thought didn’t mean anything.”

“No measure of time would have been enough in my opinion. I guess that's why they didn't let me on the jury," he chuckled trying to cheer you up, "Do you have any regrets?”

“No,” not a single ounce of hesitation as you answered him, “I’m proud of myself for facing him and now I never have to see him again. Even after he’s out you and I will kiss this sorry, sad town goodbye!” You felt his stomach jostle as he laughed.

“You did so well sweetheart. Even when things got tough, you didn’t let that bastard and his games get the best of you. Your voice was heard and who knows maybe someone else out there is going through what you were and your story will help them,” his voice lowered just a touch, “Can I ask you something?”

You nodded with a slight lift in your head from his chest. He held you tightly as he spoke, “You paused before answering that last question. Were you thinking about something?”

You tighten your grip around him, “Eddie it’s not important.”

“It is if we were thinking about the same thing.”

A strong exhale as you empty your lungs of air, gives him more room to squeeze you with his strong arms, “I was thinking about my first day of high school, when I tried to talk to you after school.”

“I thought so, me too. I know you’re tired of hearing it but sweetheart, I’m so sorry for that. It’s like you said, I pushed you away because I never thought I was good enough for you. I still don’t if I’m being honest.”

“Eddie, listen to me. I forgive you and I love you. You are more than enough for me. I’m confident that even without being matched up for a science project, somehow, someway we would have found our way to each other again. I am glad we did sooner rather than later though,” you smile for the first time since coming home from the courthouse.

His hands ran through your hair, “I love you too. Thank you for saying that, it helps a lot actually. That’s not why I asked though, did you notice anything, feel anything unusual before or after your speech? Which was absolutely incredible by the way, you shut that big hotshot lawyer up real quick!”

You tried to think about it. Your heartbeat had been racing with adrenaline and you just remember trying to catch your breath. Was that really from speaking your mind? Or was it from something else? Your mind fluttered trying to think about how your body had been reacting at the time.

“I think I felt a sense of pride, but it wasn’t just coming from myself. Like I felt that you were proud of me too. Not just that I thought you were proud of me, but I could actually feel it.” You sat up in the bed from your place between his legs. Your eyes met his and all of a sudden your body felt warm. Without a word both of you reached out slowly and touched the other's soulmark. His hand gliding up your shoulder and resting on the back of your neck. Your hand sliding up his forearm and squeezing the soft skin there. So many thoughts fluttering around in both of your minds, yet syncing up without a single spoken sound. A quiet whisper breaks the silence, “I can feel your heartbeat Eddie, but not just with my hand. It’s like I can feel your heart pounding in my own chest. I feel like I have two heartbeats.”

Vibrations radiated into your ears, “I can feel it too sweetheart. During the trial it was like I could feel every time your pulse changed. I knew when you were getting overwhelmed and I felt your confidence build as you started speaking your mind.”

“And I could feel you encouraging me. It’s why I kept going. I felt your love and support growing with every word,” you hadn’t taken your eyes off of him, “I’ve never felt like this before Eddie.”

“Me either,” he leaned in gently and kissed your neck, whispering against your skin, “I don’t want it to stop.”

You mirrored his movements and met his ear with your lips, “Then don’t stop.”

“Do you trust me princess?”

You closed your eyes and kissed him, “With my life Eddie.”

His movements were slow and deliberate and his breathing was heavy with desire. You watched as he lifted himself up and grabbed his bandana from his pocket, “Lay back against the pillows for me.”

You obeyed and floated around one another, switching positions as if rehearsing a ballet. Your head gracefully landed against the warm pillow where his back had just been. He held the black fabric between his fingers, “I want to spoil you princess. You’ve been fighting for so long. I want you to try letting go for me. Just focus on my touch,” your toes curl as he emphasized his words by pulling his hand along your thigh, “Would you like that?”

You nod, “I want to feel you Eddie.”

He folded the bandana before lifting it to your eyes. Your breath hitched at the realization that he was going to blindfold you. His eyes searched yours for any sign of hesitation, “Is this ok?”

“Yes Eddie, I trust you.”

The fabric covers your vision and takes your line of sight. You feel Eddie’s hands in your hair securing the ends together just enough to keep the tension. The wide rectangle blocking the dim light of the table lamp from reaching your eyes, obscuring one sense yet heightening all others. Eddie’s earthy scent penetrates your nose so quickly you’d swear he hadn’t just been laying next to you. The scent was so strong it was as if he’d just come inside from smoking. The sound of his body rustling gently on the bed as he pulls away from your head louder than it should have been. But above all of these your mind was flooded with the calloused fingers currently working their way down your exposed forearms. Your throat let out a moan.

“Tell me what you’re feeling,” your mind was so clouded you couldn’t tell where his voice was coming from. Was he right next to your ear or did it just sound that way? His fingers squeezed your skin, “I can feel your heart racing. Do you like this?”

You let out a whimper as his touches continue, “More Eddie, I want to feel more of you.” Your hands instinctively reach out to try and find him.

His hands slide up your hips and under the fabric of your shirt, your brain slowly becomes consumed with following his hands as they explore your body. The contrast of his rough hands against your smooth skin was driving you wild. Stopping just below your breasts he spoke again, “Do you want my hands on your chest princess?” He let out a low groan, “I think I already know the answer but I need to hear it from you. Tell me what you want.”

Hearing the noises Eddie is able to pull from your lips is making it so hard to think clearly, he’s doing exactly what he said he wanted to, pushing you to let go, blocking out all external thoughts until only he remains, “Please Eddie, take it off.”

He lifted your torso up from the pillows just enough to pull the shirt you’d been wearing over your head without disturbing the blindfold, “There, is that better?”

“Put your hands on me Eddie, please touch me,” your eyes had closed beneath the blindfold. You pulled at the sheets and squeezed your thighs together, “Take my bra off.”

“Aww but you look so pretty with it on,” Eddie kissed your neck, you could feel him hovering over you. His hair dusting against your skin and his warm breaths sending chills down your spine, “Since you asked so nicely though I’ll take it off. I’m sure you’ll look just as pretty without it.”

You could feel every inch of his hands as they slithered underneath you and unclipped your bra. The fabric from the straps loosened and fell from your shoulders as he pulled it away. In your chest you felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of your bare breasts for the first time. Arching your back you pressed them up towards him searching for contact. His hands returned to your hips and again slowly worked their way up towards the now unobstructed space. Feeling his hands as they cupped your chest, your mind couldn’t think of anything else.

“You are so beautiful,” his fingers slowly curled to squeeze the soft skin, “Can I put my mouth on you sweetheart?”

“Yes Eddie!” You screamed out arching your back again, “Please, please,” your begging was halted and turned back into whimpers by his tongue flicking your nipple as he sucked gently.

With his mouth otherwise occupied you felt yourself slip farther and farther into sweet bliss, you could feel every touch he was giving you with such clarity. You felt your wetness dripping, soaking your underwear from the untouched domain still hidden by your pants. You felt him shift to the other nipple and gently roll the wet one between his fingers. The metal from his rings adds to the sensations currently consuming you every time they brush against your skin.

“Talk to me princess,” his voice vibrated into your breast, “How are you feeling?”

“It feels incredible Eddie,” your legs twisted from under him, “W-will you touch my pussy please?”

A low, dark chuckle floods your ears, “With pleasure.”

His right hand pulls away from your breast and begins slowly unbuttoning your pants, pulling the zipper down, but not completely removing them. He keeps your attention divided by continuing to tease your nipple in his mouth while his fingers toy with the edge of your panties. You feel his palm flatten as he works his way in, you wiggle your legs trying to get your pants off, suddenly he stops with a laugh at your eagerness.

“Does my pretty girl want something?”

You moan so loudly you’re pretty sure someone standing outside would have heard you, “Take my pants off Eddie, please!”

He lifts up from your chest and you feel him move down the bed and the fabric of your pants slowly move down your legs before disappearing completely. The skin he was touching feels cold for a moment but he doesn't leave you alone for long. When you feel his hands on you again you immediately realize he took his shirt off, his bare chest now touching your as he takes up his position again, “Is that better?”

You nod and try to look in the direction of his voice, “T-thank you Eddie, it feels so good. It’s like I can feel you filling every inch of my body,” you giggle when you feel his cock twitch against your leg at your choice of words, “Did you like that?�� You bite your lip teasing him.

“You know I did you little demon,” he gets revenge by sliding his fingers back in your panties but he didn’t stop this time. His fingers slowly worked their way lower and lower, opening you up releasing all the wetness out into his hand, the muscles in your core tighten, “Oh,” he sucked your nipple with a pop as he pulled back, “Did you like that princess?”

You didn’t even try to tease him again, you melted and surrendered to his touches, “Fuck, yes Eddie! More! Make me come.”

His fingers pressed inside you and rubbed your clit in soft circles. His lips had moved up to your ears and whispered, “You’re so wet love. I can’t wait to feel you come on my fingers.” He pressed two fingers inside you and gently pumped them in and out.

“I want to see you Eddie,” you reached your one free hand up and lifted the bandana. Being greeted with the absolutely sinful view of Eddie’s disheveled face as his fingers continued to please you. You pulled him in for a kiss and moaned into his mouth. He listened to every signal your body sent him and played your pussy like the strings of his guitar. Before you knew it you were screaming out again.

“I’m coming Eddie, don’t stop!”

His breathy words pushed you over the edge,“I wouldn’t dream of stopping love.”

Laying there entangled up in him, you tried to catch your breath, “F-fuck Eddie that felt so good. Thank you.”

He kissed you, “It was my pleasure sweetheart,” he laughed into your mouth, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

As the two of you curled up together and drifted off to sleep, you held his arm tightly to your chest and looked at the bats on his arm, the tips of your fingers just barely ghosting over the top one. Hm, have they always been this dark?

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she’s like the wind | steve kemp.

pairing: steve kemp x dark!reader

summary: there are things you shouldn’t keep bottled up. they’ll make you insane.

warnings: smut (18+), dark themes, murder, emotional outburst, swearing, fresh spoilers

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she’s taking my heart and she doesn't know what she's done. feel her breath on my face, her body close to me, can't look in her eyes, she's out of my league ...

Her eyes met his the moment those words left his lips. Y/N couldn’t particularly tell if he was merely bluffing or if he mean them, that smirk of his making it impossible to distinguish between the two. His hand softly on hers twirled her around, holding her back flush against his chest as his hips softly swayed to the changing melody on the vinyl player. His lips traced patterns from her jaw to her shoulder, the scent of her skin his biggest drug. There she was, all his, in those arms of his. Maybe that silly little myth about Zeus separating soulmates was correct because here she was; just as crazy as he was. She would eventually accept him, she was just being difficult. Happily for her, he enjoyed the chase as much as he enjoyed her.

The song shifted, Cry to Me echoing in the living room as his hands climbed up her arm, settling his hands on her shoulder as well as his chin. She always smelled so beautifully, like coffee and white magnolias, his perfect, perfect girl. Her hand was flat against his chest, caressing up to his cheek where her fingers rubbed the small stubble there.

- Stop fighting me. - his hips softly swayed with hers, his hand meeting hers to twirl her around so he could see her face. - We’re good together, baby.

- We’re not together. - her words teased him, turned him on even. - It’s more of an alliance.

- Then why is my cum dried in your thighs? - his hand lowered down, his fingers almost ghostly touching the spots of her inner thighs. - You know no one is gonna love you like I do, baby.

- You don’t love me, you’re obsessed.

- I’m both, baby. No one is gonna do for you what I would do for you. I’ll kill for you, baby. Anyone you want. We’ll fucking rip his heart out if you want, baby. Anything.

Steve was not a normal person, he lacked empathy, that she was sure of. He didn’t care about those he had killed and he wasn’t going to stop. If he was lacking empathy, then those words couldn’t possibly be true. She knew that much, but also enjoyed the idea of it. The modern Bonnie and Clyde. Besides she liked love but she was merely his obsession until he found something else to obsess about. She had been someone’s obsession once and then she was thrown away, traded by someone new. She was not gonna be traded again. Her hand lowered from his face, that glassy look Steve had yet to learn to read.

Like a temptress or a femme fatale from a noir, she sauntered away and towards the table to grab her wine glass. She looked over at him before taking a sip of the red liquid and walking away, leaving him to smirk at her behaviour. Such a brat. He chuckled to himself, walking to the table himself to take the last gulp of his wine and bring the cutlery and plates back to the kitchen. His eyes moved over to her ex-husband’s body. Idiot, he would have his fun if he could but he still needed to dispose of him. Shame.

He turned on the tap, listening to the songs still playing until the bell echoed in the house. He turned off the tap, his hand moving to open the lower drawer under the oven to grab a gun. His eyes were void of any emotion as he hide it under his shirt and made his way towards the door. There was a woman outside, short with curly ginger hair. Had his dumb bunny called someone on him?

Like a mask, he slipped into his soft spoken persona, the surgeon who’d gotten all those girls to trust him as he opened the door. She had to be around the same age as his Y/N, maybe slightly younger, dressed in casual clothing.

- Where is she?! - she stepped pass the boundary of his home.

- Excuse me? - he put himself in front of her.

- Y/N! She’s been talking non stop about coming here so where is she? Where is my fiancé?

- I think you need to calm down. Y/N’s been here for the past days so I would suggest you go find him somewhere else. - he extended his arm to keep her apart from him.

- Matt always said she was crazy! - she attempted to surround him; however those words stroke a chord in him. - I know she did something, he just wouldn’t go missing.

- You’re not gonna come into my home and attack my girlfriend. I suggest you leave, right now. - his hand tightened around the gun behind him.

- SHE’S CRAZY! WHERE’S MY FIANCÉ?

Steve prepared to take the gun from behind his shirt only to watch the ginger girl’s eyes turn glassy, lifeless. His eyes watched hers for a while until her muscles grew weak and she fell to the ground, leaving him to see his bunny with a syringe in hand and a look that was much too familiar to him. A look of indifference as she mumbled that she was not crazy. She dropped the syringe to the floor, kicking it away before tucking her hair behind her ear.

- Could’ve given me a hand earlier, baby.

- I was trying to think of how I could make it look like a suicide. - she wiped her hands on her dress. - Why did you even open the door?

- Would’ve looked more suspicious if I hadn’t, baby. - he kicked the ginger girl on the ground ever so slightly but she remained motionless. - Now we have three bodies and I hate to point it out baby, but two of them were your fault.

- We need to get rid of them. - she put her hand under her chin. - How did you kill Matt anyway?

- Same way you just killed this girl right now.

- She killed him and then felt guilty so she came back and killed herself as well. She’s always been a bit ... volatile ... so there won’t be anyone asking any pesky questions. - she walked around in a circle. - We’ll dump them where Matt used to go hunting and leave them there.

- Put her in the car boot and I’ll go grab Matt. We’ll figure out what to do with Ann when we return.

She nodded, running outside to grab one of the garden covers to wrap the woman she had just killed with. The last thing she needed were for any fibers to get stuck on her and start a murder investigation. Fun of Martha to call her crazy when she’s the one who slept with her husband after she had willingly given her a position in her laboratory. She was not crazy, she always did what was expected of a “good wife”. She’d even cooked home made meals every night even when she had woken up at 4AM to go to work. She had been the best wife someone could be and she was not sorry. She was not crazy and she was definetely not the dumb little wife. After all the person dead and wrapped in the boot of his car was Martha and not her.

She shut the boot and walked to the driver’s seat, her hands gripping the wheel. Her fingers tapped to the beat of her heart, the silence enervating her and making her almost become breathless. She didn’t notice how her jaw was clenched until Steve joined her in the passenger’s seat. She didn’t say anything instead driving in full silence and stopping by the side of the forest. She always hated hunting. Fitting he’d end up here, after all he’d lied to her so many nights saying that he was out hunting.

Steve helped her dump them deep into the woods, their bodies laid in a position which would be liable enough for the police or whoever found them to consider it just another lover’s spat. Besides, with the night, the animals were sure to get to them before anything and she always had an alibi. An unreliable alibi, but an alibi nonetheless. Her feet crackled the autumn leaves as she stared at him, not an once of sadness but merely regret for all that she had lost while trying to love him, to have the have it all myth. A strained breathe escaped her mouth as she noticed the dim afternoon light reflect off the stone of the ring in Martha’s finger. Her engagement ring, the engagement ring he’d bought her and then taken back only to give to her mistress.

Whatever unresolved guilt feelings were manifesting in her head were replaced with red. There was no better way to explain it, and it was ready to explode. She ran from the crime scene, entering the car to punch the wheel while Steve followed in her footsteps.

- Baby, c’mon, no need to feel that guilty.

- I DID EVERYTHING AND FOR WHAT?! - so everything seemed to explode, in what was a mix of years and years of repressed emotions and feelings. Her hands gripped at the wheel. - FOR HIM TO GIVE MY ENGAGEMENT RING TO SOMEONE WHO I TOOK PITY ON.

- They’re dead, baby. - he moved to place his hand over hers.

- WHY DIDN’T HE LOVE ME?!

- Why does that matter? I love you.

- YOU DON’T LOVE ME! YOU’RE OBSESSED WITH ME. - she turned on the car engine. - The moment I stop being a novelty, you’ll kill me!

The two were silent as she drove through small roads and other trails to make their path unpredictable and hard to trace, although in a regular road it would be impossible to do so. The two remained in silence as they reached home, with Y/N locking herself in the main room, wrapped in the duvet while Steve walked up to the kitchen. She could be crazier, he thought to himself, but right now she did have her reasons to not trust him. He sighed, walking up to the door and knocking.

- My love, c’mon, let’s talk. - he knocked once more. - It is very rude to lock yourself in my bedroom and not allow me in.

He knocked yet again, waiting she’d get tired and open the door which she eventually did. She answered the door wrapped in his duvet, her dress discarded somewhere in the room and puffy eyes from crying. He had to admit it was nice knowing she had some feelings, maybe it could make up for those he didn’t have.

- What do you want?

- Couples should never go to bed angry, baby. Isn’t that psychology 101?

- I’m a neuroscientist, not a psychologist. - she sat in the bed, pulling the duvet off her to remain only in her underwear. - Besides, we are not a couple.

- One day you’re gonna stop resisting me. - he sat in front of her, his hand caressing her face. - And you will realise that I can give you everything you want.

She moved her arms towards him, loosely wrapped around as her lips met his. He did love being kissed by her. He moved to hold her tightly against him, his kisses growing in intensity as he laid her down. His kisses lowered down to her shoulder, his teeth pulling the strap of her bra down to kiss down her shoulder and torso up to her navel when he looked up into her eyes before kissing down to her lower abdomen and the top of her underwear.

- Steve ... - she pulled to kiss him as he lowered down the underwear. - Please.

- Not even gonna let me worship up, baby?

- Stop teasing. - she pouted as he undid his belt and pulled down her trousers and underwear.

She kissed down his jaw and to his neck, leaving her marks there as he thrusted into her. He was sure this was going to always be heaven, feeling her warm and tight around him, like his perfect little cock slut. He leaned to kiss her as his hands wrapped around her hips to ensure he was in control, sliding in and out of her in a slow, sensual manner.

- Such a pretty girl for me, baby. - he growled as he continued with his teasing slow pace. - So fucking good.

Her arm wrapped around his back, her mouth agape and her breasts flushed against his chest, her bare pebbled nipples rubbing against the material of his shirt. Fuck, maybe he was starting to get into her head but she didn’t care anymore. He continued as long as he could bare with that almost burning slow movement until he eventually lost control and returned to his favourite pace, his skin bruising hers as he thrusted in and out of her.

- You like that, baby? You like feeling me even after in not there? - he growled as he bite her shoulder. - My little perfect, perfect girl.

She buried her head onto the soft pillow as he fucked her, his frustrations about her not wanting to be his clear and evident as he ensured his hands would be bruised on her, her skin would be bruised from him. She could feel him, the texture of his delicious cock marked on her walls. Fuck.

- Steve, fuck! - her nails dug onto his skin as his thrusts grew more erratic until he came inside of her.

- Fuck, fucking take it. - his movements were sloppy until he stopped. His forehead rested against hers as his thumb rubbed her bottom lip. - Baby, you’re too good at this.

- I want a nice, expensive home in the suburbs with a pool in the back garden.

- Whatever you want, baby. - he smiled, finally trapping his bunny. - Whatever you want.

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adoringhaikyuu · 3 years

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they reject you and regret it afterwards

CHARACTERS: kuroo + iwaizumi + osamu + (gn!reader)

REQUEST: pspspsps i hope its okay if i drop my request here since i saw that yours are open :D can you maybe do how kuroo, iwaizumi and osamu rejects reader confession ( they are best friend ) because they have feelings for another person but later they regret it when they moved on? i love it when the boys realize it later how much the reader means to them but y/n took the chance to move on and have a sexy glow up ✋😩 yessss i wanna see them suffer at the end >:) • by anonymous

WARNINGS: dumb boys hurting your feelings and you hurting them right back :/

NOTES: i feel like i’m not too good at writing angst lol but i made these blurbs instead of hcs!

kuroo let you down easy, not wanting to hurt your feelings––to be honest he did feel something for you, but he wasn’t sure if it was what you wanted it to be. he felt more certain of the feelings he had for someone else. someone you slowly watched him admire from afar until he worked up the courage to start joking with them, then offering to buy them lunch and so on.

you still remember the awkward smile he gave you when you confessed to him, the smile that absolutely broke you because it showed you how much he didn’t want you the way you wanted him. not enough to give up his efforts with someone else. “i’m flattered y/n, but i’m sorry i just––you know i have a date this week...”

you’d looked down immediately, unable to look him in the eyes longer and swallowed back the lump in your throat that was aching to come up in a sob. “yeah yeah, i’m sorry i just––let’s forget this ever happened, yeah?”

you gave him your most convincing smile and he agreed, wanting everything to be normal between the two of you.

but it wasn’t until he’d gone on a few dates with them to realize that it didn’t feel right. it didn’t feel familiar, the way he thought it would. it wasn’t the same comfort he felt in your presence. when they texted him, he didn’t feel the same burst of happiness he felt when you messaged him. he tried to wait it out, to see if things would change, but they didn’t. they just weren’t you.

it’d been a few weeks since you’d confessed and gotten rejected, but you decided to move on instead of dwelling on his unrequited feelings––it wouldn’t do you any good to wallow and weep over your best friend. you wanted him to be happy, and you deserved to be too. so you knocked yourself out of that sad headspace and changed yourself up a bit. you started to value yourself better than you did before, you dressed the way you wanted to but were always afraid of doing and everything about you just brightened up. and other people noticed as well.

kuroo had kind of been too preoccupied to notice, if he was being honest. he didn’t realize what he had in front of him until he practically sprinted over to your place to surprise you and be honest about his feelings. you opened the door, already dressed up and kuroo took a step back, eyes widening as they took you in. did you always look this breathtaking?

“wow...”

you smiled gratefully, straightening out your clothes. “thanks, that’s what i was going for.” you walked back into your apartment to get your shoes, “not that i mind but what are you doing here?”

he blinked out of his trance and stepped in, closing the door behind him. “oh i just––i brought us some food.” he raised the bag he was holding even though you weren’t facing him. “i was kinda hoping we could spend some time together...” he scratched the back of his head, “maybe talk about a few things...” he trailed off when something clicked in his head as he watched you slip your shoes on. “wait why are you all dressed up?”

you turned and looked at him apologetically, “oh...i’m sorry kuroo,” you paused, “i actually have somewhere to be. can i take a raincheck?”

he opened his mouth for a few seconds as he watched you, but no sound came out. “oh um...well could i just––wait here? until you get back?”

you looked to the side awkwardly bringing one hand up to hold your other arm. “it’s just that...i might not be alone when i come back.”

as soon as you uttered those words, he could feel his heartbeat falter in his chest, a faint ringing noise in his ears.

“...a date?”

you nodded with a smile and though it’s selfish, he felt a part of him dim on the inside when he noticed how excited you were. he didn’t really have a right to stop you now did he, not when you chose his happiness over your own what felt like way long ago. so he wouldn’t.

he nodded as well, “oh” he forced a smile onto his face and stepped back towards the door, “that’s exciting. i’m happy for you, really.” he turned the door knob, “i’ll catch up with you some other time then, yeah? you’ll tell me how it went.” he looked at you one last time, his gaze wavering under the undeterred happiness radiating from you.

when he finally stepped out and closed your door, all the emotions hit him at once. he didn’t know what hurt the most, the fact that he was too late, or the fact that you didn’t stop him, didn’t notice the pleading look in his eyes as he silently begged you to stay with him.

iwaizumi froze when you told him how you felt. it was the smallest reaction you’d ever seen from him before, the calmest––yet it did anything but soothe you. you could see the hesitation in his eyes, the uncertainty of what to say next in the way his mouth opened but produced no sound. you already knew what he was going to say.

he will admit, seeing the tears in your eyes that you barely managed to blink back when he rejected you did strike a blow to his heart. but he just couldn’t tell you what you wanted to hear, he wouldn’t lie to you. “i––i’m sorry y/n i just...don’t feel the same.”

his eyes were apologetic, almost pitiful as he watched you take a step back, “right, right. that’s––that’s okay.” you tried to smile but it felt more like a grimace. “i just didn’t want to keep it to myself, that’s all. i’m sure i’ll get over it soon.” he nodded but wasn’t sure what else to say. so he didn’t say anything.

things were a little awkward for a couple weeks between the two of you, but you didn’t want to lose your friendship, so you eventually moved on.

it wasn’t until one day you were at the café you always went to together that you noticed him taking longer than usual to bring back your drinks. you looked over to see him chatting with the barista, both of them with nervous smiles on their faces. he came back a few minutes later with a note in his pocket that you assumed was the barista’s number and a blush on his cheeks. he placed your drink in front of you, eyes looking down, and didn’t mention anything, probably since he didn’t want to rub it in, so you didn’t bring it up either.

but you did wonder if they were the reason he didn’t feel the same for you––you wondered if they weren’t in the picture, if he would have fallen for you instead.

he didn’t want to hide anything from you, so he told you when he had a date coming up. you wished him luck and told him you hoped he’d have a good time and that was that.

they ended up dating but you didn’t mind. he seemed happy and you truly did want the best for him. you started focusing on yourself and eventually found a boyfriend, one who appreciated you and loved you and you couldn’t ask for more.

iwaizumi was happy for you as well, but he couldn’t ignore this piercing feeling he felt when he first heard the news, then when he would see you two together, on your double dates, at parties, anywhere, really. something just ticked him off. he knew he didn’t have a right to feel this way, but he couldn’t help it, couldn’t make sense of it. he couldn’t even figure out what it meant.

only once he realized the ache he felt in his chest when you smiled at your boyfriend the way you used to smile at him, the pull at his heart when you kissed his cheek, completely enamored. only then did he realize that he was jealous, that he’d made a mistake, that he’d lost the one chance he had of being with his soulmate.

osamu had just gotten his new restaurant, he was achieving his goals, living his life without fear, and you took inspiration from that. you decided to be upfront about your brewing feelings and ask him out just as he put the finishing touches in the establishment.

he was wiping down the counter as you sat at the bar, swallowing your nerves as you watched him. “hey samu?”

he hummed and glanced up at you for a second before looking back to what he was doing.

you took a deep breath, “would you maybe...want to go out to eat tomorrow?”

he didn’t look up, but his brows furrowed, “yeah? why are you even asking?”

you paused, of course he wouldn’t realize what you meant, you guys ate together all the time. you blinked a few times before clearing your throat, “um i just––i meant as a...date?”

this time, he paused, well more like froze. he kept his eyes on the counter, his face blank, but you could tell he was internally processing everything. did he hear you right? “what?”

you considered taking it back, but you had a feeling he did hear you, he just wasn’t sure how to respond. “um...i asked if you wanna go on a date? with me...”

he nodded and straightened up, “right.” he brought a hand up to scratch the back of his head, finally looking at you and the look in his eyes was enough to make your wavering confidence crumble. “i sort of have my eye on someone else right now...” you nodded, trying not to let the tears form in your eyes. he went on, “my new neighbor needed to borrow something and we got to talking...was thinking of asking them out, actually.” that was the final twist of the knife.

“oh...” your voice was small ”thats––that’s great!” you smiled but kept your eyes cast down, “forget what i asked i just...wanted to see what you’d say haha,” you tried to play it off as a joke, “i got you!”

he stared at you silently for a few seconds, clearly contemplating whether or not he believed you, but in the end, he let it go.

you never brought up that night ever again, but you thought about it constantly. it haunted you, in a way. of course the one time you’re finally able to speak up about your feelings, it backfired.

you were in a very upsetting and self deprecating headspace for a while, wondering if this was your sign to never make the first move, if you were the problem. it took you a little while to snap out of it, but once you did, you realized your worth and stopped looking at the world through a grey lens––you felt like you’d bloomed as a person.

things didn’t go very far with osamu and his neighbor, but you didn’t take that as an opportunity to try again with him, you didn’t want to wait around for him, even though you thought about it for a second at first––you learned to respect yourself more.

meanwhile, your best friend was beside himself, going through the process of reflection and realization. it’s not that he was desperate after a failed relationship, it’s more so that he suddenly realized he had someone perfect right by him all these years––it only made sense. but he was too stupid to realize that, to realize that he cared about you as more than a friend. he had foolishly mistaken his feelings for you as caring for a friend––you two had been inseparable since you were kids, he couldn’t even notice when his feelings shifted from caring for a friend to loving his best friend.

he decided to talk to you about it, it’d only been a few months since you’d joked? about going on a date with him, but part of him felt confident that you might have meant it for real. he was sure you’d be open to it still. he called you during his break at work and found himself smiling as soon as he heard your voice.

“hey samu what’s up?”

he started to answer, but he trailed off when he heard you laughing at an unfamiliar voice in the background. “hey...just wanted to talk. what are you uh up to?”

he heard you shush whoever was with you. “nothing much.” he heard you sit down.” i can’t stay for long but what did you want to talk about? i’m all ears.”

he was going to brush it off, maybe it was just a friend, but when he heard a faint ‘babe’ and what sounded like a small kiss on the other end, that was all he needed to confirm his suspicions. “yeah i just...i’ll actually call you back later, okay?”

you paused on the other end, most likely confused, but you let him go nonetheless.

osamu sat there in his office at the back of his restaurant, surrounded by silence, complete disbelief and an indescribable ache running through his body. was he really too late?

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dreamerstreamer · 3 years

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Lucky in Love

Pairing: poly!Dream Team x gn!reader

Summary: [Soulmate!AU] It’s one thing to meet your soulmate in a lottery, and another to have more than just one. But when you end up winning Dream’s Minecraft Manhunt raffle, you find your world turning upside down in ways you least expect.

Word Count: 9.9k

A/N: behold, my first commissioned story! this story has been altered from it’s original form so everyone can read it, but the majority of the plot and writing remain the same. i had a lot of fun writing it, and i hope you all like it! <3

You stumbled into your bedroom with a yelp, your thumb flying across your phone screen to the home button and pressing gently. With a gleam, the time flashed back at you, and your eyes shot wide open.

You were going to be late.

Leaning forward on one leg, you pushed the door behind you shut with your foot, bouncing forward as soon as you heard it click shut. Your eyes swept across the room, your gaze catching on a swath of black cloth sitting at the foot of your bed. With a quirk of your lips, you tugged the shirt off the mattress before turning on your heel. Darting to the other side of the room, you easily settled back into your desk chair and let the shirt drop onto your thighs.

Grabbing your mouse, you moved your cursor to the YouTube bookmark at the top of your screen, your computer screen instantaneously flooding with light. You scrolled over to the left side of your screen, your mouse hovering over a familiar green icon before clicking, a new box popping into view.

Stream starting in 60... 59... 58... 57...

You felt your lungs tighten within your rib cage, your toes curling ever so slightly into the floor. It had been a nerve-wracking month of waiting and pacing, crossing each day off the calendar with an anxious grin. You almost couldn’t believe that the day had finally arrived. Letting out one last breath, you leaned forward, the t-shirt feeling heavy in your lap.

3... 2... 1...

All of a sudden, the screen went dark. Your reflection stared back at you from the dim screen, your excited eyes peering back at yourself with a curious glint. Reaching up, you brush an unkempt lock of hair away from your forehead, just in time for two familiar faces and a lime green icon to appear.

The Dream Team.

“Hey, guys!” Dream said, his voice sounding like a breath of fresh air. “How are you all doing?”

A flurry of hearts flew across the live chat screen, the lines moving by so quickly that you couldn’t tell when one message ended and another started. Practically bouncing in your seat, you couldn’t help the smile that skittered across your cheeks.

“Good,” you whispered aloud to yourself in the quiet of your room. You knew that they couldn’t hear you when you talked like that, that they wouldn’t know you had even replied at all, but it made their streams feel a little more lively nonetheless.

After a brief pause, Dream’s voice filtered through the air once more, just as bright and eager as it was earlier. “Good? I hope the answer is good.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, your heart flipping in your chest as your fingers curled into the shirt in your lap. That sort of thing happened sometimes: a streamer would say something and your verbal response almost made it feel like they were actually holding a conversation, like they were actually with you right now. These sorts of things were always a coincidence, but when everything in your world was connected by fate, sometimes you let yourself be a little hopeful, let yourself imagine that maybe it wasn’t dumb luck—that maybe it actually meant something.

Hell, maybe it meant you could be soulmates.

Soulmates were a tricky thing to think about, really, even if everyone knew they existed and that one day, they would meet theirs. No one could pinpoint when exactly soulmates came to be, but no one rejected their presence either way. It wasn’t like they wanted to, anyways. To have a person who was perfect for you linked to you by the universe—it was no wonder people were more than pleased to discover they weren’t just some old lover’s tale.

But even then, some were skeptics. How would you really know when you had found your soulmate? What if you missed them by accident? For you at least, you already knew what it would feel like. You couldn’t count just how many times you had asked your mother that very question, but you could practically rattle off her words by heart.

“You’ll know exactly when it happens, I promise, sweetie,” she would murmur, stroking your head with a gentle hum and soft eyes. “When you first touch, it feels like... like you’ve been struck by lightning, and you’ll be tingly all over. Something inside you just sort of clicks when you look at them, and you’ll just—you’ll feel it right here.” She tapped her finger over your heart, a wistful expression settling across her face. “It’s... it’s magical, and you’ll never forget that feeling—not for the rest of your life.”

The smile that would tug on your mother’s lips made you all the more hopeful, a heavy yearning settling deep into the crevices of your heart as the years went by. Even now, as you sat watching Sapnap and George bicker with each other while Dream chimed in with a snarky remark, you felt that same fleeting hope rising up in your chest, warm and soft.

Maybe—just maybe—they might be your soulmates.

Not that they actually were, of course. You knew better than to get your hopes too high.

But as you watched Sapnap’s lean a little closer to his camera and listened to George’s breathy laugh, you felt your heart swell the tiniest bit.

Connected by fate or not, these boys were special to you, even if you had never met.

Sapnap blinked as his eyes darted across his monitor, raising his eyebrows with surprise as he let out a short whistle. “Oh, wow, we’re pulling... holy crap—over seven hundred thousand viewers, right now.” You could vaguely hear the scrolling of his mouse, his lips twitching. “Everyone sounds so excited in chat, too.”

George’s eyebrow quirked. “I mean, of course they are. Manhunts are loads of fun—who wouldn’t want to be a part of them?”

Sapnap’s face split into a teasing grin, and he leaned back in his chair. “Ooh, you sure sound cocky, George.”

George blinked once, then scowled. “Wha—shut up, it’s true! Why else would there be so many people here?”

A devilish gleam flickered across Sapnap’s gaze. “To see your pretty face, maybe.”

George’s frown deepened, his eyebrows knitting together into a glower. “Sapnap, you—”

“Look, look,” he cried, wagging his finger at his monitor, “even chat agrees!” His lips curled up into a smirk, mischievous and amused all at once. “You’re not gonna say chat is wrong, are you, Gogy?”

You could have sworn a hint of rose flushed across George’s cheeks as he averted his gaze from his camera, his voice coming out softer than before. “W-Well, I—”

“Boys, boys,” Dream suddenly cut in, George’s words trailing off in an instant. Despite the firmness of his words, there was an amused lilt to his tone, the smile evident in his voice. “You’re both pretty, alright, but can we please move on? I bet everyone’s dying to know who won.”

George opened his mouth, then let out a sigh, shaking his head with a hint of a smile gracing his lips. “You know what, Dream’s right. Let’s move on.”

Sapnap snickered on his side of the screen, still grinning widely. “You just can’t handle the truth.”

George groaned, deadpanning into the camera. “We are not starting this, again.”

Sapnap smiled, but didn’t get to speak before Dream cut him off. “You’re right,” he said, sounding a tad more hurried than before, “we’re not, because I’ve got the results, right here.”

You suddenly sat up, your heart stuttering. That same spark of hope fluttered up between your lungs, and you found yourself shuffling your chair forward, squinting in anticipation. Curiosity quivered around the edges of your mind, a certain eagerness pawing at your side as you watched a white pop-up fill the stream.

Everybody had an equal chance of winning—you knew that. That everyone may include you, but it also included every other person who bought one of those shirts. It didn’t take a genius to know that you weren't going to win. After all, not everything was guaranteed like having a soulmate was.

“And,” Dream began, dramatic and slow, “our winner is...”

You squeezed your hands, clasping your palms together with a feeling you couldn’t quite name.

“...shirt number 267815!”

You blinked, your brows furrowing together. That number sounded... oddly familiar. Your eyes flickered down to the shirt in your lap, the white tag peeking back up at you.

It couldn’t be.

All of a sudden, Dream’s voice rang through the air once more, sounding even clearer than ever before.

“Oh, and the name connected to the shirt is... [Y/N]!”

Your heart came to a screeching halt in your chest, your eyes shooting wide open as your jaw dropped.

I... won?

You gaped at your screen, only half-registering the sight of Sapnap and George clapping. The chat had become a blur of words you couldn’t bring yourself to read, your vision growing hazy and unfocused with shock. I must look crazy right now, you thought to yourself distantly, rubbing at your face. This can’t be real.

George’s gaze locked directly onto the camera, and for a second, it almost felt like he was speaking directly to you. “Congratulations, [Y/N]!” He wrinkled his nose with an apologetic smile. “I hope I’m saying that, right. If I’m wrong, please tell me.”

Sapnap chuckled, shooting him a devious grin. “Knowing George, he’s probably wrong.”

Your lips twitched at the frown that flitted across George’s face before Dream took over again. “Ignore them—they’re being dumb.” Before either of them could protest, he quickly added, “Anyways, welcome to Minecraft Manhunt! We’re looking forward to meeting you. We’ll send you an email soon, and you can give us some more info there.”

You nodded at your monitor, your lips still parted in surprise. “We’ll be ending the stream now,” Dream continued, “but thanks so much for everyone else who participated. Your love and support mean the world to us!”

You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, and it sent a rush of warmth shooting down your spine. “[Y/N],” he murmured, suddenly sounding soft, “we’ll see you soon.”

As George and Sapnap waved one last time at their cameras with excited grins, you swallowed. Your heart rattled in your chest as the screen faded back to black, and you found yourself sitting face-to-face with your reflection once more.

You were right—you looked just as dumbfounded as you felt.

Slowly, you closed your mouth, lowering your gaze to the shirt in your lap. The axe that was laid out across your thighs somehow seemed brighter than it did before, almost as if someone had painted over it with a newer, shinier layer of white.

Lifting the shirt to your chest, you felt a wide grin tug at your lips—wider than any grin you had ever smiled before.

Maybe you were luckier than you thought.

Your finger hovered over the left button of your mouse, your breaths coming out shaky and short as they pumped through your lungs. The Discord call already had three icons waiting for you, and all you had to do was click to join them.

Breathe, [Y/N]. You’re only about to talk to three of your favourite content creators on the planet. It’ll be easy.

You paused, listening to the sound of your heartbeat thumping in your ears.

Oh, who am I kidding? I’m not fooling anyone.

A groan rose in the back of your throat, and you hung your head in your hands for a long moment. “C’mon,” you whispered to yourself. “You can’t keep them waiting forever.”

You sucked on the inside of your cheek, then lifted your head, nodding once, then twice. Yes, okay—calm. I can be calm. Your finger twitched. Let’s do this.

Your hand reached back for your mouse, the cool plastic melding against your skin as your cursor hovered back over the call. Squeezing your eyes shut for just a second, you let your finger press down, a familiar ping echoing through your headphones. There was a beat of silence. Then, someone spoke.

“Hi! Hello!”

You jumped at that sound of Dream’s voice, your heart skipping a beat as you quickly reoriented yourself again. “H-Hi, there,” you said as calmly as you could muster.

“It’s nice to meet you, [Y/N]! I’m Dream.” There was a slight pause, then he added hesitantly, “Did I say that right, by the way? Your name, I mean.”

Your lips curled up into a smile, and you felt the tension seep out of your shoulders. “Yes, you got it right.”

You could almost imagine him grinning to himself triumphantly. “Perfect.”

A new voice suddenly jumped in, just as eager as Dream’s. “Don’t steal the spotlight already, Dream,” Sapnap whined, his icon flashing green. “There’s three of us, not just you.” Ignoring Dream’s quiet apology, he quickly moved on. “I’m Sapnap—it’s great to have you here.”

“And I’m George,” another voice added, his prominent accent sounding like honey in your ears.

Every ounce of anxiety you had been feeling earlier felt so far away now, their voices carrying your worries off over the horizon. “It’s nice to meet you all, too. My name’s [Y/N], but you already know who I am, don’t you?”

“Well,” George said, drawing out the vowel, “we may know a few things about you, but we don’t really know who you are—that’s something we want to hear from you.”

Sapnap made a noise of confirmation, his mouth moving at lightning speed as he suddenly began to fire off question after question. “Yeah, like, what’s your favourite flower? Or season? Which one of us do you think is the most handsome? Ooh, what about—”

“Woah, woah,” Dream cut in, wheezing ever so slightly, “one thing at a time, to start. Let them breathe, at least!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the hints of laughter tinting his voice. “It’s okay!” you said, your lips splitting into a crooked grin. “Although I don’t know if I can answer those questions.”

George let out a confused noise. “No? Why not?”

You hummed, swinging your legs around your chair. “Like for my favourite flower, I think they’re all really pretty and look nice, in their own little ways. Same thing for seasons.” You chuckled. “I’m too indecisive to pick just one.”

“But who do you think is the most handsome out of the three of us?” Sapnap prodded, excitement seeping into his tone. “It’s definitely me, right? Come on.”

“Hey,” George suddenly quipped, rushing through his words, “no flirting yet! We only just met!”

There was a brief second of silence. “I mean, isn’t that technically the best time to start flirting?”

“Sapnap.��

“Fine,” Sapnap sighed. You could practically hear him roll his eyes. “Friends first, flirting later.” You were about to breathe a sigh of relief when he added, “Carry on, though. I still want to hear your answer.”

Chewing on your lip, you stiffened, drumming your fingers against the side of your keyboard. “I’m telling you,” you sighed after a long moment, “I really don’t think I can pick. As a matter of fact,” you pointed out, raising a finger. “I don’t even know what one of you looks like.”

Now, it was Dream’s turn to speak up. “Then, talk about attractiveness, in general. It doesn’t just have to be about looks.”

You froze, your posture going rigid. Attractiveness in general…?

How could you possibly encapsulate their attractiveness just like that? Dream was so incredibly clever, and you loved to hear him talk about his passions. George was smarter than he let on, and you could see it in the way he coded their videos, working relentlessly to make them work. Sapnap was beyond affectionate, and just hearing him share his affection with those around him made your stomach melt. They were just handing you a recipe for disaster with a question like this, you knew it.

“This question is impossible,” you blurted, a gentle panic seeping into your tone. Narrowing your eyes, you leaned closer to your mic, adding with a teasing lilt, “Are you trying to torture me?”

“Maybe we are, maybe we aren’t,” Dream hummed, chuckling at the small whine that escaped your lips. “Either way, it’s cute to hear you struggle.”

Your breath suddenly hitched in your throat, but Sapnap was quick to leap forward. “Hey, what did we say about no flirting?”

Another beat of silence. “Killjoy.”

“Okay, moving on from that,” George said, quickly diverting topics, “how are you feeling, [Y/N]? Are you looking forward to the manhunt?”

You looked back at the call, your eyes locking onto the three Discord icons sitting next to your own. “Yes,” you admitted, “but I’m also very, very nervous.”

“Nervous?” Dream repeated slowly.

“Nervous,” you said again, “but a good kind of nervous.” You opened your mouth, then closed it. “Actually, I think excited is a better word to use. You guys always just seem like you have so much fun when you’re around each other, and I’m just...” You waved your hands in front of yourself, feeling your heart beat faster and faster while your face grew hot once more. “I’m just really excited to film with you all and play Minecraft together.”

Silence washed over the call, and your cheeks felt like they were about to burn right off your face. “Sorry,” you mumbled embarrassedly. “That—that probably sounds really dumb.”

“It doesn’t,” Sapnap said suddenly, making your gaze grow wide, “not at all.”

“Yeah,” George added with a joyful hum. “I dunno about those two, but I’m also excited to play with you, [Y/N].”

Dream guffawed, a scoff escaping his lips. “What do you mean you don’t know about us? Of course we’re excited! [Y/N] is great!”

You nearly fell out of your chair. “H-Huh?”

Dream’s voice was suddenly soft again, both parts soothing and cheerful all at once. “We might have only known each other for a little while, but I’m telling you, we’re beyond happy to have you here, and we want you to have a good time, too.”

“Oh, a thousand percent,” George said straight-facedly into his mic. “I’d trade you for both of these nerds in a heartbeat.”

Just like that, Sapnap was yelling as you heard Dream smack his desk. “George, what?! How could you say that?”

Giggling, you sank into your desk chair with a relieved smile, pressing a hand over your eager heart. “Thank you,” you murmured, only hoping they could hear the sincerity in your words. “I hope I don’t let you guys down.”

Their raucous bickering suddenly died down at the softness in your tone, and three voices spoke at the same time—each one sounding more honest than the last.

“You could never.”

You leaned forward in your desk chair, your eyes glued to your screen as you watched Dream’s avatar stand as still as a rock, frozen and entirely unmoving. Your finger hovered over your W key, waiting for the perfect moment to strike as your tongue darted out to flick over your bottom lip.

Manhunts may be stressful, but you were more than ready to tackle this one headfirst.

It happened so quickly that you nearly missed it. In one moment, Dream was standing in front of you, stock still as you stared him down. In the next, he was darting off in the opposite direction, already a whopping ten blocks away.

Sapnap’s voice shot through your headset like a bullet as he shouted, “After him!”

He didn’t need to say it again before the group was already dashing across the grassy field, boosting each other forward every other block. You clicked frantically at George’s backside, your lips twitching in glee as he shot the slightest bit closer to Dream. With each passing second, they ran further and further, Dream lying just a few steps out of reach. All of a sudden, he leapt off the side of a cliff, vanishing from sight in an instant. Coming to a screeching halt atop the hill, you watched as Bad peered over the forest, Sapnap and George hot on his heels.

“Where’d he go?” George muttered, confusion clouding his voice.

You shifted your mouse left and right as your gaze darted across your screen, scanning every pixel for even the tiniest hint of neon green. Just then, a gasp flew from your lips, and you caught Sapnap jolting in your direction at the sound.

“Look!” you cried, clicking to point over at the greenery. “He’s on the right—on top of the trees!”

Without missing a beat, everyone was leaping off the hill and barreling across the trees, ignoring their fall damage as they jumped over small gaps. “What is he,” George grumbled under his breath, “a monkey?”

You let out a tiny giggle at the genuine annoyance in his tone, but didn’t stop chasing after Dream’s running figure. Suddenly, he just barely missed his jump, bouncing twice on the same leaf block. He had only stalled for a brief second, but that was more than enough time for you to spam click your mouse. In a flash, Dream was tumbling off the tree, with you trailing right after him.

“I hit him off!” you shouted in glee, elation making every one of your syllables soar in your throat. “He’s on the ground.”

“Nice one, [Y/N]!” Sapnap chuckled with delight. “Now, don’t let him get away!”

The praise made the triumphant feeling that had unfurled beneath your ribs spread even farther under your skin, warming you from head to toe. Pushing forward, you nodded and slammed your thumb down on your space bar.

You had no plans of letting him escape.

You pulled your water bottle from your lips with a gasp, quickly screwing the cap back on before setting it down on your desk. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you turned back to your monitor, your gaze focused on the anvil a few blocks away. To your left sat the portal, and to your right was a wall of obsidian.

You were four hours into filming now, but you still weren't tired. How could you be, when you were so close to the end?

Clicking on the anvil, you dragged the diamond axe in your inventory into the first slot before reaching for the enchanted book sitting just beside it. Forty-two levels—you would need forty-two levels to enchant your axe with Sharpness IV.

You glanced down at the space above your hotbar and grinned.

Luckily for you, you had forty-three.

Clicking once more, clanging echoed through your ears, and you placed your newly enchanted axe in your hotbar with a proud smile. It was an absolute pain having to kill as many mobs and loot as many desert temples as you did, but for this, it was absolutely worth it. Now, it was time for the rest of the plan.

“I have no idea how you came up with this,” George said earnestly, his character facing yours, “but I love it.”

You grinned, opening up your inventory and removing your amour. “I just got really, really lucky.”

Grabbing an invisibility potion, you suddenly paused, a hint of uneasiness sinking in your gut. If Dream noticed any particles, you would be dead in an instant, and your plan would be blown to smithereens. You would have to move quickly to make it work—almost ridiculously quickly.

Swallowing, you opened your mouth. “Do you guys think we can really pull this thing off?”

Sapnap let out an easygoing chuckle, your shoulders relaxing in an instant. “Oh, I know we can.”

Letting Sapnap’s confidence run through you, you held down your mouse’s right key, downing the invisibility potion in one go before turning to rush out of the portal room. Through your headphones, you heard Dream let out an inquisitive hum, curiosity flickering through his tone. “Just what are you guys up to?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?” Sapnap fired back without missing a beat, his voice swimming with mischief.

While George let out a wheeze and you giggled at Sapnap’s sharp quip, Dream sighed, muttering, “So much for asking.”

Huffing out one last quiet laugh, the smile fell from your face, your eyes narrowing as your expression grew serious. You moved ever so carefully through the stronghold, weaving in and out of the labyrinthine halls like a snake on the hunt. Your gaze darted back and forth between the compass in your hotbar and your screen. With each sharp swing of the compass hand, you held your breath, turning until it was pointed forward again. You had been searching for a few minutes when suddenly, you spotted it.

A glimpse of green.

Dressed head to toe in enchanted iron armour, Dream’s avatar stood in front of a wall of furnaces, smelting away as he turned from one to the next. On the same wall was a crafting table and a chest. He was planning something, you just knew it, but you didn’t have the time to question what. After all, he was facing the wall opposite from you, completely unaware of your presence.

This was the perfect chance, and you weren’t going to waste it worrying.

Creeping forward, you stopped only when you stood just a single block away from him, switching from your empty hand to the enchanted diamond axe in your hotbar. With Sharpness IV, it would only take three critical hits for you to take him down.

For a second, all was still.

Then, you were pressing down on your space bar and clicking your mouse a half second later, watching with bated breath as Dream’s avatar twitched from your attack. One.

He had barely managed to turn around before you had already landed another hit on him. Two.

By the time he had pulled out his own axe and began scanning the seemingly empty air in front of him, you were slamming your finger down one last time. Three.

With a shout, Dream dropped dead before you, his inventory exploding into a mess on the floor at your feet. You blinked once. Twice.

Then, the call burst into a mess of screams and shouts.

Dream’s yell rang through your ears as George and Sapnap hooted in delight, Bad and Antfrost following with their own victory cheers. “What the heck?!” he cried, shock filling his every word. “[Y/N], was that you? Oh my god, where did you even come from?”

Practically gasping for breath, you nearly collapsed on top of your keyboard, the adrenaline slowly wearing off as you smiled triumphantly to yourself. “[Y/N], you did it!” Sapnap shouted, just as loud as before. “You—you just—holy crap!”

“I was so stressed,” you breathed, sagging against the back of your chair with a breathless laugh. “You have no idea.”

“You were awesome, so awesome,” George managed between giggles, his own voice sounding giddy and positively overjoyed. “I knew you could do it.”

Your cheeks half-felt like they were about to start hurting from how hard you were smiling, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as Dream’s tired laugh filled your ears.

“Congratulations, [Y/N],” he murmured fondly. “You won.”

Just a week and a half later, you couldn’t believe your eyes as you scrolled through the comments section of the new video.

[y/n] was so funny omg

They made this manhunt feel so much more special

Their chemistry as a group was so good wtf!!!??!

please bring [y/n] back I am in LOVE

[Y/N] SUPREMACY

With each new comment you scrolled past, you felt your heart swell more and more in your chest with a mixture of joy and pride. You didn’t expect people to respond so positively to the video—to you.

You had barely made even a dent in the hordes of comments about you when a Discord notification popped up on your laptop screen. In a flash, you were pulling up Discord, quickly clicking on the appropriately named group chat, [Y/N] KILLED DREAM!!

Sapnap: hey

Sapnap: hey did you read the comments

[Y/N]: i did! people were so positive!!

[Y/N]: i wasn’t expecting it

George: You weren’t?

You furrowed your brows, reading George’s question twice before typing once again.

[Y/N]: of course not??? i’m just some person

[Y/N]: you guys are the dream team

George: Don’t put yourself down like that

Sapnap: yeah everyone liked the video because they liked you

Dream: well then

Dream: how do you feel about coming back to film again?

You stared at your screen in awe, something hopeful and weightless rising in the expanse of your chest. Filming another video? With them?

You didn’t even have to think before your fingers were typing out a response.

[Y/N]: i would love to

Peals of laughter tumbled from your lips as you rolled over on your bed, your phone perched beside your head on your pillow. A split second later, a loud whine echoed from your phone speaker, and you found yourself laughing even harder, your lungs gasping harder and harder for breath with each giggle that was pulled from your throat.

Never in your wildest dreams would you have guessed that you would be here.

It had been nearly a year since the fateful day that brought you and the Dream Team together and a little over ten months since you had first filmed together. Now, three videos and countless streams later, you were closer than ever before, cracking jokes and pushing each other’s buttons like you had known each other their whole lives—maybe even longer than that. It took some prodding, but you even called Dream by his real name, now. As much as you liked the name Dream, Clay sounded much nicer, in your opinion. Texting daily was practically a sacred ritual now, and you couldn’t remember the last time you didn’t get spammed by their texts at least four times a week. Even now, as you lay on your bed with your phone connected to Discord at your side, you were chatting with them, grinning as wide as ever. It was a comfortably pleasant lull you had fallen into, the four of you—one that you wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your life sinking into.

It was comfortable indeed, but even as complete as you felt now, you felt like there was something missing—like there was a hollow cavern in your chest just waiting to be filled.

Yet another shout suddenly pulled you out of your thoughts, the noise sounding even more astounded than it had before. “How was I supposed to know that that was Russia?”

The sheer amount of shock in George’s voice immediately made you burst into another fit of giggles, throwing your head back. “There was Russian on the sign!” you managed between breaths. “It was so obvious!”

He sputtered at the sound of your laughter, sounding absolutely appalled by your reaction. “You can’t just expect me to be able to read Russian!”

You grinned, your voice dropping the tiniest fraction. “You act as if you don’t know how to say a few things in Russian.”

There was a moment of silence. Then, Sapnap whistled. “Touché, [Y/N]. You’ve got him there.”

While George groaned, surely smacking his palm into his forehead, Clay spoke up with a teasing hum. “You should play some GeoGuessr with us more often. You’re way better at this than George.”

“This is bullying,” came a distant complaint from George, his voice coming out muffled through his mic.

“It’s the truth,” you corrected with a cheeky grin. “You cannot deny that.”

There came a snort, followed by Sapnap’s gentle laugh. “Look at you, [Y/N], being so mean all of a sudden.”

You smiled lopsidedly, trying to push back the shiver that ran down your spine at the way his low voice made your insides melt. “You know you guys love it.”

“We do.” Clay’s voice almost sounded far away, muffled and hazy. “We really, really do.”

Your heart leapt into your throat as a soft silence washed over the four of you, your chuckles dying down and fading into the quietness of your bedroom. Sighing deeply, you picked at your nail, silently begging your heart to calm down again. It was right then when George softly piped up.

“Hey, [Y/N],” he said quietly. When you let out a small noise, he continued. “We… you would call us close to you, right?”

You laughed at the hesitancy in his tone. For a second, he almost sounded shy, and it sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach. “Do you even have to ask? We’ve been friends for months—of course we are!”

You could make out the faint sound of shuffling from Clay’s end, his icon flashing green. “Are—” He coughed. “Does that mean we’re close enough to ask you a… somewhat private question?”

You raised an eyebrow at his tone, your curiosity piquing. “Go for it,” you said gently, letting your eyelids flutter comfortably shut.

“Have you met your soulmate yet?”

In an instant, your eyes shot wide open again, and you lay frozen in your bed. In all the time you had known each other, not once had you brought up the topic of soulmates. It was almost as though you had simply skirted around it, too shy to press on about. But right now, with the topic lying right in front of your face, you couldn’t just avoid the topic.

Your fingers twitched as your mouth fell open. “N-No,” you stammered, the butterflies in your stomach going oddly still. “I, um, I haven’t. Have any of you?”

There was a pause. “No, none of us.”

You thought for a moment, your heart mulling over those four little words. Then, you exhaled and let your shoulders relax against the mattress, your nails curling into your palm. “I’m sure you guys have nothing to worry about,” you murmured almost hazily. “There are probably thousands and thousands of people who would love to be any one of your soulmates.” You chuckled, but it tasted bittersweet on your tongue. “Heck, there’s probably at least half a million fans who would be dying to take my place, right now.”

On the other end of the line, you were met with silence, but it was fleeting. “What about you?” Clay suddenly asked.

You blinked, your palm going slack. “Me?”

“You,” Clay affirmed, sounding more serious than before. “If you were one of our soulmates, how would you feel?”

The words left your lips before you could stop them. “Happy,” you blurted, suddenly feeling breathless. “So, so happy. I—”

You suddenly slapped your hand over your mouth, cutting yourself off with wide eyes. Realization struck you like a lightning bolt, and you could feel your blood run cold in your neck. I did not just say that.

“What—” George stopped. Then, a second later, he continued. “Which one of us would you want it to be? To be your soulmate?”

With trembling fingers, you moved your hand away from your mouth, your voice coming out small. “Are you asking me who I like most?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

You almost felt your heart drop, bolting upright until you were sitting atop your sheets. Wrapping your hand around your phone, you balanced it on your lap, uncertainty springing up in your gut.

Who... I like most?

Dream, George, and Sapnap. Sapnap, Dream, and George.

To think that just a year ago, you had never spoken to them—had only ever known them as three strangers through a screen. Yet here you were now, their voices soft against your ear and your heart aching at the sound of their laughter. They made you smile beyond belief, and you wouldn’t miss a call with them for the world, even if it was three in the morning and you were dead asleep. Although you had spent time with each of them individually, just as friends did, you loved spending time with all three of them together far more, and you didn’t want to imagine having them any other way.

George, Sapnap, and Dream.

Who did you like most?

You swallowed, then opened your mouth. “I,” you choked out, “I don’t—I wouldn’t—”

You stopped, your heart pounding like a drum between your lungs. You could feel them waiting for you, as patient and caring as ever. The thought made you want to curl up into a ball and cry. Screwing your eyes shut, you sucked in a deep breath and whispered.

“I don’t think I could ever pick just one of you.”

The silence that filled the air as you closed your mouth was tense. A million unspoken words ricocheted off the insides of your mind, your heart racing within the confines of your chest. The air suddenly felt too hot, and you kicked the covers off your legs, curling your knees closer to your chest and resting your burning cheeks on top of them.

“Maybe this is a sudden thing to say,” Sapnap whispered abruptly, his words coming out slurred as he broke the silence, “but I really, really want to know what you look like right now, [Y/N].”

You felt your arms go limp around your legs. “Me, too,” George added, thoughtful and faint. “I bet you’re beautiful.”

Resisting the urge to bury your face in your hands, you ran your finger along the edge of your phone screen, the glass pressing against your hot skin. “I—um,” you began shakily, “you’ll see when we meet, okay? This way, two of us can stay a mystery.”

Clay’s soft chuckle rippled through your bedroom once more, bouncing off the walls and making your chest ache even more. “Alright.”

You felt your chest constrict with heat, feeling like you were almost about to burst at the seams from the way they were speaking. “W-Well,” you laughed, trying not to sound as panicked as you felt, “on that note, I think I’m gonna go to sleep now.” You opened your mouth to continue when a yawn cut you off, eliciting a string of laughs from your phone speaker. “I’m feeling pretty tired.”

“Sweet dreams, [Y/N],” George murmured tenderly. “Talk to you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” you confirmed with your heart battering against your ribs. “Goodnight!”

Reaching over, you pressed your thumb over your phone screen, exiting the call just as swiftly as you had joined. That had been hours ago now, and while you were tired, you couldn’t shake the churning sensation in the pit of your stomach—twisting and turning as you laid back on your bed. You slipped your phone onto your nightstand, plugging it in in a forlorn haze before lying back once more. Staring up at the lonesome ceiling, you frowned, your heart suddenly feeling like an anchor in your chest.

Without even an inch of doubt, you knew: you liked them—all three of them.

And it was going to be the end of you.

Having a crush was a dangerous thing in a world full of soulmates, especially if they were online—even more so if you had multiple. You could only ever find out if someone was your soulmate if you met them in person, and you had heard far too many stories of couples meeting in person, only to learn that they weren’t fated to be. Combining that with multiple soulmate bonds slimmed the chances even further. Multiple soulmate bonds weren’t exactly unheard of, but they were rare. You had never met anyone who had one, and you doubted that you would be the first you’d know to have one.

You suddenly felt it—that familiar spark of hope you felt all those months ago when you sat at your desk chair with a shirt on your lap. The hope that drew you to them now was the very same hope that connected you in the first place. Your heart leapt, lapping up every last droplet like a man dying of thirst, yet with each new spark that rained down in your chest, the thought clawing at the back of your mind loomed larger and larger.

Just what exactly were the chances all four of you would be soulmates? It had to be next to nothing if it wasn’t zero already.

This wasn’t like the manhunt raffle—lady luck could only be so generous.

Rolling onto your side, you felt something deep inside you reach its hands up and wrap around your lungs, squeezing as tightly as it could. The ache that shot through your insides stung like a hot coal, but you knew there was nothing you could do to soothe its hungry flames. Unshed tears pricked the back of your eyelids like silver needles, and you squeezed your eyes shut, choking back a muffled whine. Your bedroom suddenly felt too big, your bed too empty.

Hope could be beautiful, but it could also destroy you from the inside out.

“Do not leave the call.”

Clay’s chuckle sent a frown skittering across your face, and you let out a small whine as you leaned forward in your desk chair. “Aww,” he crooned, teasing and light, “are you jealous, Georgie?”

“N-No, what?” George sputtered, and you could almost envision the way his cheeks would flush a pretty shade of baby pink. “Just—just don’t hang up.”

“I’m telling you,” Sapnap laughed with a sly lilt, his voice sounding a little more distant than Clay’s, “he’s jealous.” You vaguely could make out the sound of his signal light from inside his car, a muffled car horn echoing from outside. “Or at least if he isn’t, [Y/N] is.”

At that, you whipped your head up, blinking wide as you shot a glare at Sapnap’s Discord icon on the side of your monitor screen. “Well, [Y/N]?” Clay drawled, a flicker of mischief dancing in his tone. “What do you have to say about that?”

You curled your fingers into your hands, a small pout settling onto your features as heat shot across your face. “I—I am!” you said, your voice coming out a fraction louder than you intended. When the other line went quiet, you shuffled back in your seat, your cheeks burning even hotter. “I am jealous, okay? It’s... it’s just not fair that you two get to meet before we do.”

There was a brief moment of silence. You were being childish, you knew, but at least you were being honest. Suddenly, Clay spoke. “We know, sweetheart,” he said gently, not at all realizing how your heart skipped a beat at the pet name. “But you’ll be able to meet us soon. Just wait a bit longer, okay? I’ll buy you both plane tickets if I have to.”

You pouted with a dejected whimper, your finger drawing small circles onto the side of your desk. “Okay.”

“Don’t sound so sad,” Sapnap chuckled with a soothing coo. “As soon as we can get you two over here, we will.”

You let out a sigh, swinging your chair from side to side with a frown. Was it so wrong of you to want to meet them so badly, to want to see them and hug them? Part of you didn’t even care if you were all soulmates at this point—you just wanted to hear them laugh in person. You wanted to make them smile. Was that really so much to ask for?

“I see him!” Clay suddenly shouted. Your head shot up faster than a bullet, and you heard the sound of a front door opening and slamming shut. “Oh, Sapnap.”

“Oh, Dream,” Sapnap called mockingly, his smile shining through in his voice. There was the sound of the car engine stopping, then a car door swinging open. “Holy crap, you’re way taller than I expected.”

You chuckled at the surprise in Sapnap’s voice, hearing George laugh along with you. “Jeez,” Clay muttered, his voice overlapping ever so slightly with the mic on Sapnap’s phone. “It’s so weird actually seeing you in person, oh my go—”

All of a sudden, Clay went silent, cutting himself off with a strangled noise of surprise. On Sapnap’s end, there was a muffled choking sound, then nothing. In a flash, you were upright, your eyes wide and your hand flying to your mouse.

“Sapnap?” George called, his tone soaked with worry. “Clay? Are you two alright?”

There came a gasp, and you could make out the sound of Sapnap struggling to search for words. “You’re—Clay’s my—”

Just like that, it clicked, like a switch had been flipped inside you. You felt something in your chest deflate, and you opened your mouth.

“Soulmates,” you whispered so quietly that you would have missed it yourself, had you not been the one to say it. “You two are soulmates, aren’t you?”

George fell silent. “I think so,” Clay mumbled, his tone coming out as if he were in a daze. “I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life—it definitely feels like what everyone says, you know? Just, really warm, and.... and...” He trailed off, ending with an enamoured sigh. “Yeah.”

Your mouth felt as though it had been sewn shut, like you wouldn’t have been able to force the words from your lips even if you tried. “How did we not know after all these years?” Sapnap giggled, his voice swimming in a mixture of disbelief and affection.

“We’ve never met in person up until now,” Clay mused, his sentence rising at the end. “This is the first time we’ve ever seen each other, let alone touched.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Sapnap murmured back wistfully. The call suddenly went quiet, and a deep, disappointed quiet fell over the four of you. Not a word was said as the harsh reality slowly settled into your hearts.

Clay and Sapnap were soulmates.

Only Clay and Sapnap.

“I’m happy for you two!” George suddenly shouted, startling you in your chair. He sounded oddly chipper—too chipper. “I wish—” He suddenly choked, pausing for a moment to catch his breath again. “I wish I was already friends with my soulmate. Meeting new people is hard.”

“Who knows?” Clay chuckled. His words were teasing, but even they couldn’t mask how crestfallen he sounded. “Maybe [Y/N] is yours.”

“Yeah,” Sapnap hummed in agreement, the hopefulness in his voice sounding just as forced as his soulmate’s. “You hear that, [Y/N]? Maybe you and Gogy were meant to be.”

Your vision was hazy and unfocused, your gaze focused on the window in your room. In the corner of the glass was a small spider web, just barely the size of your palm. You watched with blurry eyes as a fly caught in the sticky web beat its wings in desperation, struggling helplessly as a spider crawled out from behind the windowsill. You distantly wondered how trapped that fly felt—if it knew that there was no point in hoping for anything better, now.

Turning away from the window, you focused your gaze down at yourself, down at the black shirt you were wearing. A clean white axe stared back up at you, and you felt a bittersweet smile stretch across your face as you uttered a single word.

“Maybe.”

A loud beep echoed from the ceiling speakers, and you jumped at the sound. All around you, people were bustling in and out of gates, towing luggage behind them as they rushed down the crowded pathways and between loitering groups of people. You whipped your head this way and that at the sight, your head spinning with all the new sights and sounds.

It was still hard to believe that just a few months prior, you wouldn’t have been able to step foot in an airport like this.

To see people move from one place to the next, seeing loved ones and meeting new people for the first time was almost exhilarating, especially after all that had happened with the world. You liked it, and you certainly hoped that it was here to stay.

You had just started walking down the main path when you felt your phone ring in your pocket. Fishing it out, your face lit up at the caller ID, and you picked up without waiting another second, pressing the cool glass to your ear with a smile. “Hi, George.”

“Hey!” he greeted with a cheerful tone. “Did you get here safely?”

Rocking back and forth on your heels, you curled your fingers a little tighter around the handle of your suitcase with a hum. “Yep.”

“Good.” You could hear the smile in his voice, and it sent a familiar tingle of warmth bouncing down your spine. “How are you feeling?”

You paused, your steps faltering for a brief second as you pondered. “Nervous,” you said after a moment or two, “but a good kind of nervous.”

“A good kind of nervous?” he repeated with a fond tone. “I think I know the word you’re looking for.”

Your lips curled up at his words, your mind flashing back to a distant day from long, long ago. “Yes, George, I’m excited.”

The laugh that fell from his lips sounded like pure music to your ears, and you caught yourself thinking that you wouldn’t mind drowning in the sound. “Me, too.” As you wove between a few sectioned off groups, George added gently, “You know where to meet us, right?”

You nodded with a small noise of confirmation, making a sharp turn down yet another long hallway. “Yeah—I’m pretty sure Clay and Sap are already waiting for us.”

George snorted, both affectionate and teasing at once. “Oh, I know they are. I’ll see you there?”

You grinned, bobbing your head along to the beat of your suitcase wheels rolling across the polished tiled floors. “For sure. See you there!”

Lowering your phone from your ear, you pressed your thumb against the screen before letting it drop into your pocket once more. A sigh escaped your lips as you let the ache you had been suppressing tumble loose, throbbing and gnawing away at the shaky shards of your heart.

How long had they known that Clay and Sapnap were soulmates, now? Five months? Six? You weren’t sure if you could even bring yourself to keep count, anymore. It hurt too much to think about. You were happy for them, you really were. But the selfish part inside you still longed for their touch, even if they wouldn’t ever truly be yours. It wasn’t that you didn’t like George, but you meant what you said—you couldn’t pick just one, and you wanted all of them, as greedy as it was.

Shaking your head, you pushed forward, your gaze darting up to the navigational sign hanging from the ceiling. No matter how painful it may be, you weren’t going to let your own heart get in the way of how amazing today was going to be. You were meeting your favourite people in the world today, and nothing was going to take that away from you.

Not even heartbreak.

Glancing briefly over at a map on the wall, you huffed as you dragged your suitcase up a set of stairs and through the corridor, chewing on the inside of your lip. George’s gate was on the opposite side of the airport from yours, and Clay and Sapnap were waiting in the middle for the two of you. His flight had arrived a bit before yours, so you knew you were just going to have to find all three of them together.

After another few minutes of walking, you found yourself walking into the central dome of the airport, the glass ceiling filtering natural light into the room as you wheeled your luggage in. Your lips parting in awe at the sight, you swept your gaze across the busy room, scanning over every head you could find. You had only been looking for a few moments when a head of dark sepia hair caught your attention. Narrowing your eyes, you shuffled forward carefully. Then, your lips split into a triumphant grin.

There they were.

In a heartbeat, you felt your insides melt at the sight. Sapnap and George looked as handsome as ever, their lips curled up into dazzling smiles as they spoke, and Clay—oh, Clay. This was the first time you would ever be seeing each other’s faces, but you didn’t have to see him to know that he was pretty. With tousled golden locks and emerald green eyes that flashed like gemstones, he was everything you could have asked for and more.

Chatting casually with one another, all three of them were dressed in comfortable clothes, and you wanted to fling yourself at them and bury yourself into their warm touch. Sucking in a deep breath, you marched toward them, slinking around so that you were facing their backs. Hugs could come later—right now, it was time for a surprise.

Treading slowly and carefully, you only stopped when you stood a foot behind them, the giddiness rising in your chest as you finally opened your mouth.

“Sapnap was right. You are tall.”

The three of them immediately whirled at the sound of your voice, their eyes as wide as saucers as their gazes locked on yours. The grin on your face only grew wider as you watched their faces light up in unison, like a set of stars coming together in the night sky.

“[Y/N],” they said at the same time, blinking wildly as you sent them a small wave.

You laughed. “Here I a—”

“We were right, too,” Clay suddenly blurted, bending over slightly. “You are beautiful.”

Your cheeks flushed with bubbling heat, and you felt your heart leap in your chest. “I—ah, um,” you stammered, taking a step back. “You look good too, Clay.”

Sapnap took a step forward, reaching his hand out toward you with a soft smile. “So, we finally meet,” he hummed, a brilliant gleam flashing across his eye. “Does this mean I get to hug you, now?”

You grinned, and with a giggle, you were leaping forward, your suitcase wobbling behind you as you let go. The moment you felt warm arms wrap around your backside, you felt yourself relax.

Then, your skin suddenly felt like it was on fire.

Warmth surged up your spine like a rippling flame, your eyes shooting wide open as you gasped, your fingers curling into the soft fabric of Sapnap’s shirt. In an instant, you were stumbling back, clutching at the space over your heart. You could feel it going absolutely haywire in your chest, pounding like never before. Your entire body felt as light as a feather, and your mind felt strangely hazy.

Impossible—it had to be.

“Sap,” you choked out, your eyes locking onto his own wide ones, “you—”

“George, Clay,” he suddenly said, reaching a hand out toward the two boys, “get over here. Right now.”

The two of them had been standing stock still just a few steps away, their jaws dropped and faces contorted with surprise as they watched you and Sapnap tremble across from one another. Swallowing, George took the first shaky step forward, reaching his hand toward yours. The moment your fingers brushed, the same tingling warmth crashed over you like a wave, and you let out a soft noise, happiness blooming in your throat like a blossom in spring. You watched with earnest eyes as George’s expression mirrored yours, his rosy lips parted in surprise as his fingers latched onto yours. The hope you had locked away months ago came pouring out of your glowing heart like a waterfall, overwhelming every inch of your senses.

“It’s not just us,” you whispered, your voice brimming with nebulous hope. “It’s George, too.”

George lifted his head, his breath hitched as he turned. “That just means...”

All three of your gazes landed on Clay, who was still frozen in place, stock still with shock. Your eyes darted to Sapnap’s, then George’s. You nodded in unison, and without saying a word, you stepped forward. You slipped your hand into Sapnap’s, your heart trembling with adoration at how big and warm his palm was against your own. Sharing one last glance with one another, you nodded. Just like that, you were slipping your hand into Clay’s, George following suit while Sapnap grabbed his.

In a heartbeat, everything felt perfect.

The empty cracks in your heart no longer felt as wide as they once did, instead flooding with burning warmth and something that felt like love. Your head spun with dizzying affection, and you felt your vision grow watery, but for an entirely different reason, now.

God, you loved them, you loved them, you loved them.

At your side, Sapnap’s hand shook in yours, surprise lacing his every word. “I can’t believe it.”

“A four-way soulmate bond,” George breathed, his own mouth twitching up into a lovestruck grin. “I—I never thought we’d have one. I mean, I always hoped but—”

Suddenly, Clay spoke up, his voice hoarse but full of sincerity. “W-Woah, are you crying? What’s wrong?”

In a flash, their eyes were on you, who had let go of Clay’s hand to press your palm against your eye. “N-Nothing’s wrong,” you said, your voice shaking with overwhelming emotion. “I’m just—I’m so happy.” A quiet sniffle bubbled up in your throat, but it didn’t stop the smile from tugging at your lips. “I liked you all so much and I was so scared that only George was going to be my soulmate, because you’re all so important to me, and I couldn’t just give you guys up like that.”

“[Y/N],” Clay choked out, his own voice starting to wobble, “stop, please. You’re going to make me cry.”

Laughing, you leaned against him, soaking into the warmth of his body as his arm instinctively wrapped around you. “Just—just cry with me, okay? We can all cry together.”

You didn’t need to say it twice. Not even a split second later, and you felt two more pairs of arms snake up around you, a nose burying itself into your hair as a cheek pressed against yours. “It looks like you won more than just one lottery then, huh?” Sapnap mumbled from above you, his chest rumbling against your back.

“Yeah,” George chuckled, his fingers lovingly rubbing small circles against your arm. “First the manhunt, now this. Just how lucky can one person be?”

You smiled, rubbing your head against Clay’s shoulder with a loving hum. “I don’t know what the universe was thinking,” you murmured, your eyelids fluttering shut as you gently rocked back and forth together, “but I’m glad I won. You three are the best prize I could have ever asked for.”

You felt a pair of lips press a soft kiss to the top of your head, your heart sighing in your chest. “I love you,” someone whispered, too softly for you to tell who it was.

All around you, the bustling airport kept moving, full of life and bursting with energy as the crowds flowed around you like a river. The world was still moving, the planet still turning beneath your feet as you embraced one another, warm and safe in each other’s arms. But in that moment, none of that mattered. A dazzling spark danced along the crevice of your heart, bright and warm and oh-so full of hope as you opened your mouth to whisper back.

“I love you all, too.”

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softjakehoon · 3 years

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Can We Pretend?

Pairing: Idol Jay/Reader

Warnings: Smut. For 18+ only, minors dni.

Includes: Corruption kink, friends with benefits, protected sex, squirting, mild choking, slight biting, rough sex.

Authors note: I might edit this later. I apologize for any errors, I wrote this at 5 am instead of sleeping. Lmao.

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"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, in case you wanted to back down.

You were watching a drama just a couple of minutes ago when he kissed you by surprise. You remember teasing him and questioning his innocence because of a scene in the drama where the main leads were hugging before having sex for the first time.

Your brain stopped functioning for a while to remember how it all came to this.

"Pft. Who the fuck hugs before having sex?" You almost choked on your drink out of laughter.

"Why? Isn't that a normal thing for couples?" Jay asked you with innocence plastered on his face.

"Are you being serious? You.. don't tell me you're still a virgin?" You were so shocked that you had to pause the drama you're both watching.

"What's wrong with being a virgin? Also, you already know I haven't dated anyone in my life, why are you so shocked?" His lips pouting cutely as he argued.

"But that was 3 years ago, Jay. You're literally 21 now, you need to get laid." You teased him out of habit. A sting of pain suddenly grazing your heart at the thought of your best friend on someone else's bed.

"As if I have the time for that. Besides, I can't just hook up with anyone. I have a reputation to protect as an idol." He's right, you nodded in response. A sudden thought crossing your mind.

"Wait a minute, how do you release tension then? Do you just get off by yourself or?" Your face inspecting his eyes closely for some hint. "Don't tell me you don't jack off either?" You were beyond shocked by his blank expression, showing no sign of guilt at all.

"Holy shit, how do you even do that? You poor thing." You taunted him.

"Enough, y/n. I'm fine, I have a lot of ways to release stress. Unless, you want to offer yourself to help." Jay knew he wasn't thinking straight when he said this but he maintained his cool and unbothered expression to see how you would react.

"You want us to be fuck buddies, is that it? Fine, I'll help you." You weren't sure why you agreed without giving it a second thought. But you know deep inside you've been in love with Jay for 6 years already. For all those years, you tried so hard not to be overly affectionate and clingy to the boy you liked the most--in fear of him drifting away from you. You wanted to be someone constant in his life, someone he can go to whenever he needs someone to lean on. You wanted to be his soulmate.

You've done a great job so far, but you're not sure anymore. How the hell are you going to manage pretending from now on? When you're overly sentimental and you tend to give meaning to every single thing he does.

"What? How can you agree so fast?" He jokingly covered his mouth, pretending to be shocked.

"What? Do you want me to take it back? It's not like this is my first time having sex anyway." You tried to act cool as much as possible, pretending that this setup isn't that much of a big deal at all.

"Right. I'm not. But you're gonna be my first." You're almost sure he sounded hurt when he said that while looking deeply in your eyes.

You couldn't resist it anymore. You wanted to be the one to erase his innocence but you were surprised when he kissed you first.

You couldn't honestly tell if this is his first kiss or not because he's definitely good at it.

You pulled away out of shock. You didn't expect him to be this good since you thought he's just gonna go for a quick peck. He looked confused at your reaction.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, in case you wanted to back down.

"No. No, I was just shocked. I thought you were just gonna go with a quick peck, that's all." For some reason you can't look directly in his eyes. You're sure of it. If you do, you're gonna fall for him again, like you always do.

"Well, we're not gonna go further with just a peck, right? Stop acting so shy, I thought you're gonna help me." He lifted your chin using his thumb, your eyes meeting in parallel.

"You sure about this, Jay? I mean, I may get clingy after all of this. You know how sensitive I get. I tend to feel a lot of emotions." You warned him, followed by a fake laugh to ease the tension. You wanted to give him an idea of what could happen at least.

"Then, don't. We're just using each other for sex, keep that in mind." You're aware he didn't mean to hurt you by this. He was just stating the obvious--drawing the line between the two of you for safety precaution. But this hurts, and you wanted him to take the pain all away, even just for a while.

You kissed him roughly in frustration. He picked up your pace quickly, he really is a fast learner, you thought. And his lips, they're small and cute but they felt so damn good on yours. You grabbed his face, feeling every inch of his jawline, circling your fingertips on the mark on his neck. You looked deep into his eyes before gently sucking on it. He moaned at the contact, grabbing a fistful of your hair gently and pulling you back to a kiss.

"Don't leave marks, y/n. I have a photoshoot tomorrow." He said, firmly.

"Too bad. Wanted to fucking mark you as proof of getting your virginity taken." You chuckled.

"Let me mark you instead, then. Proof that I let you take it." He whispered into your ear, biting into it gently, and kissing your neck while sucking on your skin up to your cleavage.

You moaned from the sensation. You're already melting from his touch, you couldn't help but to rub your thighs together, wanting some kind of pleasure on your core as soon as possible.

"Jay, I want your cock in me so bad." You whined, desperate to feel him inside of you. You palmed his cock inside his shorts, pulling it out. This is your first time seeing your best friend's dick and it was prettier than you imagined it would be. And you always thought he would be huge, but this doesn't even compare to the one in your dreams. The length, the girth, the tip of his cock, all red from arousal, leaking with precum already. Your mouth is watering from the sight.

You couldn't help it. You dropped on your knees, eyes levelled to his crotch. You pumped his dick with your small hands, earning a gasp from him. You circled your tongue in his tip, gathering all the precum in it before fully deep throating him. He let out a growl this time, surprised by your sudden action. "Fuck, y/n. That's it, your mouth feels so good." You hummed in his dick, sending vibrations to his senses. You kept bobbing your head up and down, making sure to go as deep as you can, his tip hitting your throat making you slightly gag. You pulled it out for a moment to spit on it, and put it back inside your mouth, sucking him sloppily.

"Fuck, y/n. I'm close, keep going." Your jaw is starting to hurt a little, but you wanted to taste him so bad. You continued sucking him off while cupping his balls, massaging them gently.

"Fuck, I'm cumming." He tried to get you off of him but you wrapped your arms around his thighs, pulling him closer. His cock, burying in your throat even deeper as he cummed. You looked up to him, eyes closed and mouth open from the pleasure. His head tilted back, and his hair slightly wet from sweat. The view of him from below caused a pool of wetness in your core. You milked him dry and swallowed his load without hesitation.

"Shit, y/n. That's just.. insane. Come here, I wanna taste you too." He helped you get up, both of you smiling from ecstasy.

You sat up on the couch, your thighs closed involuntarily trying to hide your arousal. "Can I?" He looked into your eyes, asking for permission if he could eat you out like a gentleman that he is.

"Y-yes." You shyly answered. This is the first time someone is getting down on you after all. Your ex never liked foreplay and always went on ahead with penetration every single time that it hurts most of the time. Nervous of what's to come, you covered your face with your hands, not wanting him to see your state.

"Let me see your pretty face, y/n. I wanna see how good I'm making you feel." He grabbed your wrist and placed your hand on his head, giving you something to hold on to while he flicks his tongue in your clit. He looked at you, your head tilted on the side, your mouth open releasing soft moans. He took the chance to put two fingers in your mouth, making you suck on them only to put them inside your cunt. He continued thrusting his fingers in and out while licking and sucking your bud, driving you insane from the pleasure, your arousal dripping down his chin generously.

You grabbed his hair firmly as you focused on reaching your climax, clenching on his fingers. "Jay, I.. I'm gonna cum." You're almost out of breath at this point.

He curled his fingers, hitting your g-spot several times that had you squirting around his digits. He eased you from your high, fucking your hole with his tongue and sucking on your juices. He looked up to you with lust all written in his face. His cheeks and chin, all wet and covered with your scent.

"I always knew you'd taste good. Though I didn't know you're a squirter." He chuckled and sat on the couch.

"Shut up. It's because it felt too good." You got up and climbed on his lap. He grabbed your ass to spread them and began kissing you again. The taste of his cum and yours both mixing in your mouth as you kiss him back. You began grinding at his erection, coating his length with your juices as he guided you by your waist.

You're getting impatient at this point, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you. You felt Jay searching for something in the corner of the couch, eventually bringing out a condom.

"Why do you have that there?" You asked him, curious if he knew this would happen.

"The boys left it here just in case. Didn't know I'd be the one to use it though." He tore the packaging and started rolling it down to the base of his cock.

"You're such a good boy, aren't you?" You smiled at him.

"I don't think so." He whispered in your ear and bit your jaw, leaving a slight mark. You moaned a little bit louder this time. Surprised that it didn't hurt at all. "Aren't you such a pain slut? You're getting turned on by that? Huh?" His voice is so deep and velvety, making you clench your walls on nothing.

You started positioning yourself in his cock, slowly sinking down while biting your lip. He gasped from the unfamiliar sensation when he felt his tip enter you. You made sure to bottom all the way down, training your cunt to adjust to his size.

"Shit. Move for me, baby. Be a good girl and ride my cock." He's holding you by your waist, pinning you down roughly.

"Fuck, Jay. Your cock is so deep in me." You continued bouncing up and down, grinding back and forth on his cock from time to time whenever your legs would start to get tired.

Jay sensed that you’re starting to slow down so he started thrusting deep and sloppily into your core. You tried to meet his every thrust, biting your lips to keep yourself from screaming.

“Jay, I’m close.” He wrapped his right hand on your neck gently, while his left hand stayed at your waist. You're left at his mercy at this point. He’s in charge of the moment, giving you a smack on your ass as he growls from the intense pleasure.

“Cum for me, y/n.” With a couple of thrusts, you reached your orgasm, your walls convulsing around Jay’s cock that sent him to the edge as well.

He stayed inside you for a moment as both of you tried to catch your breath and then he pulled out after, discarding the condom in the trash bin.

He helped you get up and prepared a warm bath for you to enjoy. He knows that both of you just entered a complicated situation but he doesn’t regret it. As long as he’s with you, nothing else matters.

#enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen dirty imagines #enhypen jay #enhypen jay x reader

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majesticarlette · 3 years

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Can I request a luka couffaine x reader soulmate au? Either the red string au or the seeing only the color of your soulmate's eyes till you meet them. They meet at either a rehearsal or a show for kitty section and it's really fluffy and cute?

Cyan Macaron

Luka Couffaine x Reader | ONE SHOT 🌷

"(Y/n), are you alright?" You snap back to reality when your mom spoke to you. "Yes mom, I'm okay." You were fantasizing about scenarios on how you'll meet your soulmate someday. You can't help it, almost all of your friends met their soulmates, and you? No luck. "Can you please fetch the macarons I ordered from Sabine after school?" Your mom asked. "Okay, mom, I'll get going." You picked up your things and headed out. "Take care!" Your mom yelled.

You were currently crossing the street, you're pretty early today. No running happening like some of school days. You texted Marinette that you'll drop by at their house for the both of you to walk together to school but she's not replying. 'She must be still sleeping' you started running to buy you some time before school starts because you know for sure you'll be late if you kept walking; knowing Marinette, she'll just get ready once you wake her up.

"Marinette! (Y/n) is here!" Ms. Sabine spoke up while you were waiting for her downstairs. After a few minutes, Marinette came down. "Let's go." "You're still in your pajamas." You giggled. "Oh- I'm sorry! Wait a minute!" She hurried upstairs and came down again after a few more minutes.

"So, have you met your soulmate yet?" You asked her. "No! I haven't yet." She lied. "Aww, I wanna know who's the perfect person for Ms. Clumsy-feet." You joked and the both of you chuckled. Little did you know, Marinette already met her soulmate but she's keeping their relationship from the public for safety. "I hope you'll meet your soulmate soon too." She responded to you and you just smiled at her. "I wonder what your eye color is, Mari." "You're going to find out next time. So, go get your significant other!" She patted your back.

"Hey, guys!" Alya waved her hands. "Hi, Alya." you and Marinette chimed. "I thought the both of you are gonna be late again today." Alya spoke, you noticed Marinette waved at Adrien and he smiled at her. "Hey, still can't get over your crush, huh?" You nudged her and she just rubbed the back of her neck. "I'll see you guys after school." You went to your classroom, Ms. Mendeleiev's class. Just like an another day at school, you did seat works and listened to lectures.

After the last lesson, you stretched your arms and rested your head on your desk. Someone spoke and touched your arm, you quickly looked at the person hoping for something. "Oh, it was just you, Jean. Can I help you?" "Yeah, about Ms. Mendeleiev's lecture earlier, did you write notes?" You handed your notes to him immediately. "Give it to me tomorrow, okay?"

"(Y/n)! Let's go." You spotted Mari and Alya at the doorway. You waved Jean good bye and joined your friends. "Let's go to Juleka's today." Mari invited you. "Why?" "Kitty Section is going to rehearse." "Kitty Section? The one who performed on TV?" you asked. "Yeah!" "You should come and see them, you still haven't seen them up close, right?" You nodded and then you remembered that you have to pick up your mother's macarons from Marinette's bakery. "You guys go ahead." "Hello, you don't know where they live." Alya spoke with her arms akimbo. "Liberty, right?" you checked. "Yeah." "Catch ya later!" You flee the scene and ran towards Marinette's. "(Y/n)!" Alya shouted but you were already far away. They shook their heads and chuckled.

There was quite the line at the bakery even though it's already afternoon. You waited until your turn, "Hi, Ms. Sabine, my mother's macarons, please." She handed you your mother's order and paid her. When you turned around you caught a glance of the person behind you, your eyes widened when you saw his eye color. His eyes has a luminous vivid cyan color. After seeing him you were astonished, you shifted your gaze and you could also see the other customers' eye color 'Wow.' He also looked at you and you could also see he was surprised. You came back to your senses and you were about to leave when he grabbed your arm. "Wait." He motioned at Sabine signaling her that he'll be back soon, Sabine caught on what was going on and smiled at the two of you.

The both of you went outside, he was about to say something but you spoke. "Wow, your eyes... They look like this cyan macaron." You held up a macaron compared them which made him chuckle. "I-I'm sorry, I was just so surprised." You apologized, embarrassed from what you said. "It's okay, you're quite adorable." You could feel your face heating up and you were flustered by his sudden compliment. "I'm Luka, and you?" "I-I'm (Y-Y/n)." You're quite nervous. "Nice to meet you, (Y-Y/n)." The both of you chuckled, you then remembered what you're going to do. "Oh no! I have to go, I'll see you next time." You ran heading home. "Wait! I haven't asked for your number yet..." Luka's tone of voice lowering as he realized you're getting far away.

"Where were you?" Your mom asked. "Come on, mom. I was just minutes later than usual." You placed the box of macarons on the table. You approached your mother's figure and asked her permission to go to Liberty. "Mari and the others invited me to watch a rehearsal of Kitty Section. Can I go?" Your mom faced you with her poker face then crossed her arms. "No." "Mommm." You whined with a giggle, you know your mom's messing with you. "I'm just kidding, of course you can go." "Thank you." You hugged her and went on your way.

While walking, you facepalmed. 'Nice going, (Y/n).' You realized that you just ran away and left your soulmate at the bakery earlier. You didn't even get his number, maybe you'll just meet him again from luck? Bummed out, you continued walking ignoring notifications on your phone. But it still continued ringing and all, you finally checked what it was.

Marinette's been messaging you about where you are, the rehearsal already started. (I'll be there.) you texted and ran. You spotted the lights from the ship and you knew you're at your destination. You ran and entered the ship. Nino patted an available seat for you and you sat on it. The band are wearing their costume, masks and all. Must be for the show. While sitting there the for the entire song, you didn't noticed Luka the whole time but there he was staring at you.

The band finished their song and all of you clapped, you're about to approach Juleka and the others when the person in cyan attire spoke on the mic. "I dedicate this song to... the person who's my soulmate." He looked at you and you noticed those cyan eyes. "Luka?" you uttered a loud. The gang caught on what was happening and chant their own cheers and squeals to the both of you. Luka started singing and playing his acoustic. You never imagined that this is how your soulmate meeting was gonna be, well... You met at a bakery but still didn't expect a song about you.

You were smiling the entire time. "What's my eye color, (Y/n)?" Marinette asked. "Bluebell. They're beautiful." "Yours are beautiful too." she accidentally uttered. "What?!" you whisper-shouted, she laughs nervously. "I'll get back to you later." You squinted your eyes at her. "This is my moment for now." You pretended to be angry and you guys just laughed at yourselves.

Luka finished his song and approached you. He lifted his mask and looked at you, he offered his hand and you took it then stood. He kissed the back of your palm, 'I can die now.' you thought. He kissed your cheek and offered himself for you to embrace him which you gladly accepted, no questions asked. The crowd cheer at the both you.

"You're now a song in my head that I'll never forget."

#luka x reader #luka couffaine #luka couffaine x reader #miraculous ladybug x reader #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug imagine #miraculous lb #miraculous soulmate au #reader insert #luka couffaine imagines #miraculous fandom

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mrpenguinpants · 3 years

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Spider’s Thread [Reverse AU]

Possessive Red Xiao x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Commissioned for: @profoundwitchsalad

Art Credit: @ruoyeahs

Warning: Unhealthy relationships.

Prompt:

“You’ve ruined my life because I have a warped idea of what love is and I can’t live without you. But now you’re trying to leave me and I won’t allow that. You left me alive. You have a duty to live for me and by me. I’m not letting you go.”

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Xiao Semi Series

[ Friendship ] [ Falling in Love ] [ Cuddles ] [ Protective ] [ Affection ] [ Jealously ] [ Opposites Attract ] [ String Of Fate (Soulmate) ] [ Fainting ]

Link to original posts: [Red! Xiao.] [Reverse AU]

[Masterlist]

Alatus was once told a story by his Master. A sinner who falls into hell is rewarded for his only good deed, choosing not to kill a spider. As his reward, a thread is lowered down for him to climb out of Hell. In the end, the sinner remains in Hell because he kicks aside others and the thread breaks. Alatus doesn't remember why his Master told him this story but he still empathizes with the sinner. He would have done the same or asked for this 'saviour' to extend their hand down instead. That way he could pull them down.

"Xiao? Are you okay?"

He slowly opens his jade eyes to see you hunch over, peering down above him, eyebrows furrowed together in concern as you reach down and softly tap his temple. He allows you to take a moment to do whatever you want with his face before he reaches up to grasp at your wrist gently, holding back on his want to rub circles into your skin. His reminiscing can wait for now.

"What is it?" he asks curtly, sitting up and resting his elbow on his raised knee. You pout at his curt tone but shrug it off as you take a seat next to him and lean your shoulder against his. You dig into your bag and pull out slips of commission papers and hand it over to him to read through what needed to be done today. A few Hilichurl camps needed to be taken care of, sabotaging a slime balloon, all tasks that seem mundane to someone who fought in a war. As he's preoccupied, you take a moment to look at Xiao's face. He's just the slightest bit unnerved whenever you do this because you always seem to know what's bothering someone.

"Were you dreaming of her again?" you ask quietly. The silence is a good enough answer but you nod understandingly. You never knew his Master personally but you did fight a long strenuous battle against her. From one look you could tell she was a manipulative and cruel woman. While it may not be very kind to say, you were glad that with her passing, Xiao would be free from her physically. But mentally...there were still some things to work out. But Xiao was a very reclusive person, especially with his emotions, so pushing him any further would only make him irritated and closed off.

"Venti and Zhongli are joining our party for a bit if that’s alright. They'll help out a lot with our commissions and travelling. I like Liyue a lot but climbing mountains stresses my shoulders out," you laugh as you change the subject to something less depressing. Standing up as you dust your clothes off before turning to Xiao and holding your hand out for him to take. He stares at it hard for a few moments before huffing and reaching over to clasp your hands together.

It has been so frustratingly peaceful since the war ended. He's not used to it and he can still feel the lick of cutting winds and the heavy pressure of rocks against his body when he sees the bard and funeral parlor consultant just on the horizon. If it were up to him, he wouldn't play nice with these two Archons but they're important to you so he bites his tongue until he tastes blood. He knows the Archons do the same. As soon as the two of them spot you both, Venti is already rushing and tackling you to the ground in his excitement.

"Traveler! I haven't seen you in ages. You need to come and visit Mondstadt more," Venti cried into your shoulder as you awkwardly patted him on his back. Always with the dramatics but you cared about Venti all the same. Xiao scoffed before flicking his jade eyes to meet gold as Zhongli stared down at him cautiously. Since the war ended, everyone seemed to have this warped idea that Alatus had some vendetta against the Gods and Celestia but he was fighting because he was told to.

"Xiao. It's good to see you again," Zhongli said to him. Xiao just nodded in acknowledgement. Even with this new mortal form, Morax never bothered to change his eyes. His gaze alone held the weight of the mountains he had thrown. If Xiao hadn’t been under one of them before, he might have crumbled under the pressure.

"Alright alright, Venti. I promise I'll drop by sometime this month but we still have commissions to do!" you laugh as you haul the bard onto his feet and swat his cape down from the speckles of dirt. He grins cheekily at you, linking pinkies with you to seal your promise, before suddenly lighting up as if he just remembered something.

"Actually! Before we start anything, I need to speak to Mr. Zhongli and Xiao. Super important archon things, you know?" Venti nodded to himself as the two mentioned people stared at him with varying levels of confusion. But Venti just waved their worries off and linked his arms with both men as he dragged them off to a more secluded corner with a surprising amount of strength, “We’ll be right back!”

"Do what you need to do but don't take too long," you called after the trio as you trailed off to the side, messing with your bag of commission papers and gear. Xiao hated that. He knows that these two Archons are your...friends.. but shouldn't you be a bit more cautious? Just because they have mortal forms doesn’t make them human, it doesn’t make him human either.

"Hey, there's no need to look so scary. There really is something important I wanted to talk to the two of you about," Venti speaks up as soon as you're out of earshot. It still gives Xiao whiplash whenever he drops the persona and switches back to Barbatos. "Since Morax is the only Archon I trust with this information and, while I don't trust you one bit, you're the one that's with her all the time you should also know. She's ascending to Celestia."

Barbatos gauges both of their reactions. Morax seems visibly surprised, his eyes slightly widened a fraction, while Xiao has no idea what that means. His Master didn’t exactly give him a history lesson on Celestia or Archons, just pointed to who was his enemy and dealt punishments when he failed.

"And what the hell does that mean?" Xiao asks as he crosses his arms. Venti appears for a second as the bard pouts before continuing.

"It's like I said. A mortal who performs great, heroic feats can ascend to Celestia and achieve godhood. Where they will watch over their people from above. I've only seen this once before so it took me a while to recognize the signs. But 1000 years ago, I helped a woman named Vennessa with her ascension and with the traveler's recent actions with winning the war. Well, you don't need me to explain the rest," Barbatos finishes. Zhongli simply hums as he cups his chin and absorbs what's just been heard. He doesn’t seem troubled by the news at all.

"Have you told her about this?" Zhongli questions as he looks towards the direction that you left. Venti shakes his head. “That would mean that she would vanish from this world."

“I know she loves this world. Whether she wishes to ascend or not isn’t my choice but I want her to continue her travels with that beloved smile on her face. But if she does choose to ascend, she will need our help," Venti stares at the two of them in a mix of pride, sadness, and determination. "Can I count on you two for your help?"

It's a complete white noise in Xiao's ears as his surroundings fade out. He thinks he can see Zhongli nod to Venti wishes, the ever calm smile on his face to match the cheery grin on Venti’s. What, now you want to become a God? Leave this world behind? That’s not funny. You made him give up everything. While in your eyes, your blinded hero syndrome, you think you've liberated him from a soulless conquest but he still has nothing. You still took everything away from him and your only compensation was to have him by your side until he left himself. But now you want to leave without a warning? That’s not fair. You don’t get to take back what you owe. He won't allow you to leave him behind.

“Did something happen? Did Venti say something unnecessary again?” you ask out of the blue. Zhongli and Venti had returned to their respective regions once your commissions were all finished. Since the three of them disappeared to talk Archon business, Xiao had seemed even more tense and aloof than usual. As if he was out of it? You knew that everyone was still suspicious of Xiao and they were angsty to leave you alone with him, but you knew Xiao would never do anything to hurt you. When he doesn't answer, you slowly reach over and you subtly nudge his head up onto your lap and look at him curiously. Before reaching down and cupping his cheek. He leans into your touch before turning his face into your palm and leaving a soft kiss. It makes you giggle at the ticklish feeling as you look at him so softly. It annoys him.

"You were never connected to the war and yet you fought against us anyways. Even when I killed so many people, why did you choose to spare me?" he asked as you blinked at him before giving it some serious thought. He went on a rampage and almost destroyed the world. It was fun. He doesn't have any regrets at all because he hated humanity. His own Master was human after all. But then you appeared and stopped him. A random outsider that wanted to play the hero. He thought it was cute. Perhaps he had underestimated the lengths someone would go to to save the world they loved but when he fell defeated at your feet. He said that this wouldn't change a single thing. He would still scorn humanity and what they did to him. He was so sure he would die there but you chose to extend your hand down to him instead despite what your companions felt. Even when the war ended and he had nowhere else to go, you offered him to travel with you. Nothing changed about his mentality, every person that chose to talk to him was quickly scared away with piercing eyes. Every conversation started would end in silence. Every touch would be met by the tip of his spear. But you would link your hands together with his and smile brightly, and he would always end up forgetting his trauma for a moment. You’ve... become precious to him.

"I love this world and everyone in it. You are a part of that world even if you tried to destroy it. It...didn't seem fair to leave you behind when you've suffered just as much," you finish but it only seemed to spark a wave of deep anger inside of Xiao. He quickly lurched up, almost knocking your forehead with his, before grabbing the scruff of your shirt collar and yanking you forward.

"Cut it out with that "love of everything" crap. It's revolting. So you're saying the people I killed weren't worth avenging? Do you think I'm so weak that I need protection? It's one thing to try and please everyone but at least have some awareness would you?" he snarled as he pushed you to the ground. He knew he was being harsh on you and you had every right to walk out and abandon him but you didn't. Of course, you wouldn't. You needed him as much as he needed you. You just reached over and tenderly reached your hand and placed it next to his. Damn it, why is he always the one stuck worrying about you.

"Then you want to protect me, right? Then don't break your promise. You left me alive which means you have a duty to live for me," he takes your hand in his and squeezes hard. Digging his nails into your own until crescents appear and tiny specks of blood appear so you know he's serious. He doesn't care how you interpret his words, just so long as you never leave him.

"Don't die on me, Hero."

It's been a few hours since the conversation so it's pitch black outside but Xiao was never one to sleep. Even if he could, his mind is too loud to fall asleep too. He's startled when you melt against him fully asleep. Honey smooth as you curl up to his warmth and cling to him like moss to a rock. He can feel his cheeks start to flush as his heart begins to pound against his chest. He can't breathe as his world is filtered through each beat that drums against his ears. He's not sure if there's actually something wrong with him or if it's just been a while since someone got so close and his instincts haven't left.

He's just realized it. He's feeling pain. The feeling in his chest is black but he can't claw it away. It's strange in a way that he can't explain it, that he's never felt before, that he's never felt the need to experience. His life had been warped by battle and a constant push to submit to his Master. They are all things he knows but the gentle words that come from your mouth, the bright eyes that hold the world, the horrible ice-hot feeling inside of him is so foreign yet too easy. He doesn't like it.

It makes him feel...clean in a way. Enlightened perhaps? His Master is long gone and it's like you said. He's free now. Free to make his own decisions and live his life how he wants to. He carefully turns over so as to not startle you away as he really looks at you. You look so peaceful in his arms, eyelids shut without worry, face slack without nightmares, breathing so softly against him. If you weren't so close to him that he couldn't feel the rise of your chest, he wonders if he would think you were dead. He stares at the lock of hair swaying back and forth with each breath like a starved man. The strange feeling doesn't stop. He hates it. It's everything that goes against him and what he knows and everything he should want. He's supposed to be the villain in your story, he should kill you right now-

"Xiao..." he hears you mumble beside him as you lean further into his arm. Damn it. How low is he going to go?

“What are you thinking about now? You just need to think about me. Don’t think about anything else...but me” Xiao sighs before he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him until you're snug against his chest. Close to him, where he can touch you, where you belong. Not with Morax or Barbatos. Not with humans but beside him. He closes his eyes and nuzzles his head into your hair and he stares off into the distance. The feeling never leaves him for the remainder of the night.

"Ah! There you are. I was running around crazy looking for you," he turns his hair to see your flushed form pulling yourself up onto the mountain cliff, "When I woke up I couldn’t find you anywhere! You gave me a scare there."

He hates you. He hates you.

Words of his previous master ring in his ears, almost as if her very soul is wrapping around him as she whispers in his ear how weak he is. Ones with power that refuse to take what they want because they rather live in the comfort of nothing. Be greedier, take what belongs to you.

"Xiao?" you say as his piercing eyes stare directly through you. His Master always told him that she loved him. Even if he hated her he still clung to that false love. Of being wanted. Isn't love for a single person vile? Would feeling such emotions for one person instead of "everyone" bring you down to reality? It's not fair that you've crawled your way into his heart while you walk along in bliss. Now that he thinks about it. It was so simple. He just needs to monopolize your thoughts and love. This time it won't be as friends.

"I love you."

He'll pull you down to where he is. You extended your hand down to hell so it's your fault. He'll drag you down kicking and screaming if he has to. You left him alive. You have to live for him and by him. He's not letting go.

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your-highnessmarvel · 3 years

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From Bleak to Bright

Requested by Anonymous: the world is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. you’re Bruce’s little sister. you want to go with him during Avengers 2012 because you’re the only one that “can calm the beast” if ever he pops out. so you’re just chilling with the avengers in the flying thing. then they bring Loki in. the world goes to bright, bright colors. you don’t want it to be him. but it is. no one knows. no one knows but him.

AN: IM BACK. YES. AFTER LIKE A WHOLE YEAR. the flying thingy. me too i had to google it, ahaha

Warnings: angst, language

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You spun on the stool, facing your brother with a sigh. He scratched the back of his head, the glow from Loki’s scepter reflecting on his specs in a grey light.

“One more hour?” he asked with a wince.

You rolled your eyes. “Okay,” you groaned. “But then we’re off to bed. And I’m putting Celine Dion on the stereo to sleep.”

“Not her again,” he groaned.

You raised a finger, brows crawling up your forehead. “You made me come here on this ridiculous flying tank with the God damned Avengers, of all people, and we’ve been here for four days listening to sounds of water dripping and Cap’s fifties music.”

Bruce sighed, leaning his forehead into his palm. “Fine.” His hands went up in mock surrender. You could see the tension in his shoulders, straining against the material of his chemise.

Not that you could see the color of it. You imagined it was blue. Bruce liked blue. Bruce knew colors. Of course he did. He’d met his soulmate such a long time ago, you’d forgotten she even existed.

But not you. You’d gone through life in the dreary black and white of a world without a soulmate. But now you were curious. You knew the colors by name, but not sight. What does green even look like? Bruce had told you trees and grass were green. Some people’s eyes. Ever since he’d told you that, green became your favorite. Maybe blue could beat it, since Tony Stark had told you the sky was all shades of blue combined.

An alarmed blared overhead, and your first instinct was to run to your brother’s side. Bruce’s eyes met yours, his mouth tugging up at the corners.

He’s fine.

Your hand found the curve of his forearm, still. No one really knew what actually triggered the Hulk, and you, being his little sister, were the only human alive able to tame the beast.

You heard footsteps, many, clambering loudly down the hall. The door to Bruce’s workspace was wide open, and you heard the telltale sound of security making their way down the hall. You frowned. What could they be doing so late at night, and so many all together?

At first, from the windows in the workspace, you only saw the black suits of the security patrol, their reflective masks bright in the hall. They walked in patterned, simultaneous movements, guns held firm in their grasps.

You saw the top of a really - no, seriously, really! - tall head, black hair. White skin. And as the small platoon of security walked passed your door, you saw the man walking in their midst, tied in shackles.

He turned his head, buzzing in your mind, something deep in your chest tightening. And then you saw the color of his eyes.

You couldn’t tell at first. Because the world became so vivid, so bright. He went from black and white to stark and bright and whole before your eyes, stealing the breath from your lungs.

A ringing started in your ears, a burning in your throat. You couldn’t help but stare, watching his eyes drink you in as well, watching his own world turn from ash to bright as the sun.

No, you thought. No. Not him.

Anyone but him.

And just before he rounded the corner, his lips stretched into a smirk.

A cold hand on your arm brought you back. As if slamming back into your body.

“You okay?” Bruce asked.

You gulped. Nodded. Felt your cheeks blooming with heat. “Yeah, of course.”

You could see the colors on your brother, now. Albeit, not being able to tell which specific color it was. And yet he was beautiful. Later, after hours of searching online for colors, you’d be able to tell his hair was black, his eyes a warmest brown, his skin a shade of white a few degrees darker than yours.

But now, it took everything in you not to scream.

You could finally see the entire world for what it truly was and all because of a demi-God wrought with darkness.

No. It couldn’t be him.

You separated from your brother, your mouth dry, feeling his eyes on you. He could always tell when you were troubled. But there was just no way, no freaking way, you’d tell him that you’d just met your soulmate. If he knew who it was... No. You wouldn’t tell him. You wouldn’t tell anyone.

You went to the computer and turned the screen away from Bruce, clearing your throat. Bruce went back to his own computer.

You didn’t even search up colors yet. You searched up the possibility of soulmates being wrong for each other. The computer spat out articles and data from hundreds of years, all proving that the soulmate trigger worked. That the signs of color all proved one had met the person right for them.

You sighed, dropping your head in your hands.

You rubbed at your eyes, steeling yourself for what you were about to ask.

“Bruce?”

“Hmm?”

“Did they just bring in Loki?”

His head raised from his computer. “Yeah.” He frowned. “I’m going to go ask why. Does it disturb you that he’s here?”

You scratched your jaw. “No, not at all,” you said quickly, too quickly. You cringed internally, hoping your face didn’t mimic the shame you felt. “Just - why?”

“I’ll go ask,” Bruce said. If he had any inkling as to why you were suddenly intrigued in God of mischief, he didn’t give any clue.

He left. You took a second to steady yourself. You counted your fingers. Felt the shape of your face.

Then you took a breath in and all but flew out the door.

You followed the maze that was the inner organs of the Helicarrier until you reached the “jail”, which was, upon inquiry, meant to hold your brother if ever you weren’t there to calm him in time.

You watched from outside the doors as Fury talked to Loki. You couldn’t help the fire in your chest as you watched. Loki seemed trapped, looking discreetly around the room, around his glass cage, his green eyes keen on any weakness.

You felt the sweat collecting in the palm of your hands. You waited patiently, praying whatever Bruce was up to would keep him long enough that he wouldn’t come looking for you. You heard broken pieces of the conversation on the other side of the steel enforced doors, but Loki’s voice was even, steady, unafraid.

He knew he wouldn’t be beat here.

You counted to one hundred the moment Fury walked out. Your heart beat vehemently between your ribs, battering your bones. Your knees were putty when you finally, slowly, opened the doors.

The air ruffled your hair, blowing it out of your face.

He stood tall, straight, unmoving, statuesque in the middle of his prison. Hands at his sides. Eyes mild. Mouth straight. He gave no indication that his world had finally shifted after millennia of black and white.

“I didn’t have to wait long.” His voice sent shivers down your spine, your body so reactive to even the sound of his words that you wondered, for just a second, what his touch would do.

You closed the door, tentatively approaching the control board. You saw a big red button and decided maybe touching random buttons wouldn’t do any of you any good.

“What’s your name?” he asked, following your movements with his sharp emerald gaze. He still stood there, like cement was poured down the length of his spine.

You darted your eyes back to his. He was glad in - what you later learned - was a green and gold ensemble, a green cotton cape grazing the floor of his cage. He was beautiful, really. Cut by the finest knife to the most perfect edge.

He smiled then, creasing his cheeks in what you could only feel as adorable.

“Didn’t expect it to be moi, did you, princess?”

You tried not to react, but heat bloomed across your cheeks, giving you away.

“Why?” you asked.

He rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically, breaking his statuesque stance to throw his arms up. “By the Gods,” he groaned, accent thick on his tongue. “You humans are so pathetic. Why this? Why that? Why me? Oh, you want to be so special that you question the straight line of fate as if the entire meaning of the world revolved around you.”

You raised your brows. Wow. He’d been thinking of that for a while.

“Do you know the colors?” you asked, approaching the glass that separated you from your soulmate.

He took you in, green eyes drinking you in from head to toe. He didn’t seem to think anything negative about his soulmate. “I’ve taken sense-enhancing drugs in my lifetime,” he said. “I’ve known colors briefly. Thor taught them to me.”

You nodded. “Your eyes are green.”

His lips split in a grin. “You’re very perceptive,” he chuckled. “And you’re wearing a powder blue sweater. Childish.”

Something in you shifted and you wanted to say something, something bad. Something along the lines of, “what is your favorite color?” and then run and wear it.

Instead, you approached the glass even more. By this distance, you could see he was significantly taller than you. He eyed you down his nose.

“A human,” he said with distaste.

“Maybe that’s your punishment,” you ventured, your heart railing against your ribs. “Maybe that’s your conundrum. You’ve thought nothing of humanity but the possibility to dominate and squander us under your boot like ants. Isn’t it fitting?”

You saw the anger cross his face before his lips spat the vile things he thought in his mind. “You are not worthy of a God, you fleeting, imbecile, nothingness of a human. I will outlive you before I even grow a white hair. Our children will watch you wither before they’ve even gone to school.”

“Our children?”

That seemed to faze him.

Wow, you thought. Of all the things Loki was, he was traditional. He very well intended to follow through with the soulmate script; to marry you and have children with you.

The thought first amazed you, burning bright in your mind’s eye. Then you thought twice and feigned disgust.

He laughed. “Oh, please, you’re the luckiest woman in the universe to have been bound to a God.”

“Aren’t you a demi?”

His gaze placated you. “I am, but the fact remains that I am greater than you, greater than anything your pathetic little human brain can conceive.”

You rolled your eyes with audacity you didn’t know you had. “Well,” you sighed, shrugging, hands in your back pockets. “What now?”

He cocked his head. “What do you mean?”

“Are we to start this - thing, or are we to go back to our normal lives and, hoping you don’t obliterate the planet, we never see each other again?”

His jaw clenched, working. “You know it’s physically impossible now for us to be apart.” He said this through clenched teeth, hands in fists.

You shrugged again. “I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t mind never having to look at your ugly mug ever again.”

He frowned deeply. “Try it, then, you’ll see, mortal.”

You sighed apathetically, turning your back to him.

“Before you go!” Loki called. You turned slowly on your heel, offering him nothing but your side profile. “Let your brother know I’m hoping to meet him soon.”

The blood in your veins went cold.

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quillsanddaydreams · 3 years

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puzzle dates

regulus black x reader

—author’s note: I adored writing this. Like a lot. Requested by an anon who wanted some Regulus fluff with a potter!reader. @scvrllet my dearest, gave in prompts for it and a message by @nuttytani darling inspired it. So what happens when you meet Regulus, your friend years after hogwarts? Happy reading ;)

—warning(s): mentions of food and drink. gender neutral!reader (pronouns aren’t used). reader is James's sibling but it's hardly there.

—word count: 1,546

It was raining heavily. You had been out for about an hour, getting groceries for the week. Whispering a spell, making sure no one was viewing in your direction, you watched your wand transform into an umbrella and hurried away from the shop. Stalking towards your house, you tried to make sure not to let your bags get wet. You didn’t notice the man standing in your way.

“Ah, shit—” you began, not looking up far too busy to check whether or not something fell. “I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t notice where I was going—”

“Potter?”

You gazed up meeting someone you hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Regulus.”

For a minute you two just stared at each other. He had changed. The thin, gaunt boy you saw as a child was replaced by a handsome man with the same striking eyes you used to know so well. You shook yourself.

“What— what are you doing here?” you said gesturing towards the damped hair and drenched clothes. Extending your umbrella over his head you continued, “You’ll get sick.”

“Worried about me, are you Potter?” he said, raising his eyebrows. “Why don’t you think the soaked-to-the-bone look works for me?”

You chuckled.

“You didn’t answer my question,”

“Ah, I was here on ministry business but I guess I won’t be able to get it done now,” he said slowly looking around. “Was trying to find a place I could apparate safely. Too many muggles around.”

You furrowed your eyebrows noticing your surroundings again.

“Come with me,” you suggested. “My apartment is nearby and you could dry off before leaving.”

Regulus looked like he wanted to refuse but you cut him off.

“You’ll only ruin your health here, come with me— also it’s been a long while since we talked,” you pointed out and Regulus looked at you curiously. His mouth quirked upwards and he nodded. The two of you moved to the quaint three-story building, climbing up the stairs before reaching your door. You muttered in some spells before hearing a click.

“Don’t trust muggle locks?” Regulus said smugly as you rolled your eyes.

Waving your wand, you started up the fire; the warmth tickling your skin. Regulus took to drying himself off— murmuring incantations. You took to keeping the bags in the kitchen, putting up a kettle for some tea. Taking off your scarf, you sighed and sneaked a glance at Regulus who was now standing awkwardly looking around the house.

“You know you can sit, right?” you asked him. Shaking his head a little, he went to sit down in front of the fireplace. You took out some cups and an assortment of tea bags placing them in a tray along with some cookies you had bought the same day. Regulus smiled as you came in.

“Which one will you have?” you inquired as he gently took the cup from your hand. “Ah, still can’t have tea made by anyone else?”

Regulus threw you a grin.

“It’s a disastrous habit.”

The two of you sat in silence for a while, the tea pleasantly hot against your throat. Rain thrummed at the roof, the noise filling up the place.

“So—”

“How—”

You laughed. Indicating at him to continue, you raised the cup to your lips again.

“So what have you been up to?”

“I’ve been managing dad’s business. Since James joined a quidditch team, there was no one to help so I stood up. I quite like it, it gives me enough room to be creative;” you said softly. “How about you? Tell me something other than your ministry job.”

“Well I tried my hand at painting,” Regulus said after thinking for a while. “Remember how you used to tell me to try it?”

“You had the most gorgeous handwriting and the diagrams you made were always so perfect. Could you blame me?”

Regulus rolled his eyes, smiling as dimples formed on his cheeks. He looked beautiful like that. Curls of hair falling over his forehead, relaxed and carefree. You missed it.

“What?” he asked his cheeks a rosy color. You shrugged.

“Nothing, it’s good to see you after all this time,” you said, ignoring how your stomach tickled. “Remember how we promised to stay in touch?”

“Oh yes,” Regulus said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Right after your brother glared at me and threatened to hex me if I don’t stop talking to you.”

You snickered.

“You know he is quite the idiot,” you countered. “And my parents would’ve been proud if I brought you home.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow.

“Brought me home, huh?” he said as you bit your tongue, looking away. “Did you fancy me, love?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying and failing to keep a straight face. It was something about the way he called you love that made you feel like a teenager with a crush again.

“The point is,” you pressed. “The point is that it never mattered what James did or said. He couldn’t do anything to keep us from being friends.”

“Yeah, friends.” Regulus breathed. You almost missed it.

The room fell silent again and you could hear the pitter-patter of the rain. Regulus picked up a cookie before speaking again.

“Do you still like doing puzzles?” he said as your eyes lit up.

“Yes, I do,” you said, reminding yourself of all the times the two of you spent together. “I never quite got over it after all the hours we spent together. Sirius used to mutter ‘mental’ whenever he saw us working over one. Especially since we always took up the one which seemed impossible to do.”

Regulus grinned, nodding.

“I don’t think he ever had the patience for it.”

“You know;” you said pondering. “I have bought a puzzle recently. Would you like to do it with me? For old time’s sake.”

“And here I thought it’s because you enjoy my company,” he said with a smug expression. Your heartbeat erratically and you found yourself hating how he still affected you.

“So that’s a yes?” you said, overlooking his jab. Regulus clicked his tongue accepting.

You got up slowly taking out the box you had bought a few days earlier. It was a fiery phoenix, looking at you intently. Regulus rubbed his hands and sat down on the floor beside you. He gasped a little when you put the box down.

“You know, I bought the exact same one about a week ago,” he said, helping you open the pack. “It’s missing a piece.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and Regulus shrugged.

“Should I bring another one? I have—”

“No no let’s do this one, it was fun.”

Folding your legs, you sat down beside him, your arms touching. Starting from the corner the two of you put together pieces. A sense of calm eloped you. The house and everything with it seemed to blur away. Just you, him, and the puzzle remained. It was different from your memories though, neither of you were children anymore. The adoration you had for him somehow hit harder now. Your hand touched his several times and you beamed at him as the puzzle came together.

“Aha!” you exclaimed putting the last piece in its place. It looked pretty. You looked over at Regulus, who was holding a stray piece in his hand, oblivious to what you said.

“Reg? Earth to Reg?” you called out as he finally looked over at you.

“I’m pretty sure you’re my soulmate,” he said as you felt your ears heat up.

“What—”

“This,” he said, indicating the odd puzzle piece. “This is the exact piece my set was missing.”

You snorted trying to deflect how your chest was filled with butterflies.

“Oh? And that makes us soulmates?” you asked, amusedly. “Since when did you believe in soulmates even?”

Regulus had the decency to blush.

“Well didn’t you always say our lives were a big puzzle?” he started. “Right now, you have a portion of mine.”

You didn’t know whether to laugh at the cheesiness or pull him close at the very same moment.

“You’re a dork!” you said poking his head with your finger. The boy smiled but it was strained. His demeanor changed. You could practically see his walls building up. Did you say something wrong?

“Reg,” you said urgently. He hummed in response. “Was that soulmate thing a joke or you meant it? Even if a little?”

Regulus avoided your eyes.

“Does it matter?”

“Yes, yes it does.”

“Yeah well then I like you,” he said, looking down. “Always have. But I know you don’t and…”

You put a finger to his lips, stopping him.

“I do,” you said as his stormy grey eyes landed on your own. He cradled your cheek, leaning in tentatively, glancing at your lips. You heaved a sigh as his mouth finally met yours. Grabbing his collar, you kissed him softly. When you pulled back, you had a smile on your face.

“Now that wasn’t how I was expecting the day to go at all,” you commented, delighted. Regulus held your hand kissing the knuckles.

“We’re going to have more of these puzzle dates, aren’t we, love?” he said as you rested your head against his shoulder, interlinking your fingers with his.

“We are.”

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summary: your thighs have secrets you never planned to resurface. your boyfriend, felix, has other plans.

pairing: lee felix x female reader

word count: 5.4k

genre: smut, fluff, and angst

smut warnings: first time sex, fingering, oral (female receiving), really just vanilla sex, soft and gentle

trigger warnings: self harm, mentions of scars, self-loathing

tagged: @moonlit-lixie @lilixeu @meow-minho

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—UNEDITED—

felix’s lips brush against your swollen ones as he leans his forehead against yours. his eyes were twinkling with love and admiration and you couldn’t help, but giggle. “what?” you ask.

“you’re beautiful,” he breathes, pecking your lips before moving to your neck. you wrap your arms around his neck as he peppers kisses on your skin. you wonder if you were ready to bare everything to him, let him see all that you are, scars and all. the thought makes you close your eyes as you grip his back and feel your body start to heat up.

this was all that it was between the two of you. soft kisses turn into heated make out sessions, hands roaming all over each other’s bodies, but, it never turned into something more. felix told you that he was willing to wait and you believed him. he never once tried to slip his hands in your pants or touch you in ways you weren’t ready for. instead, he slips his tongue in your mouth to clash with yours and it’s as sweet as they described sex to be.

“lix,” you mumble. you didn’t need to repeat his name as he comes up to meet your eyes immediately. there was worry in his eyes, but the dashes of love still remained. he raises an eyebrow.

“yes?”

“i, um, i—“ you stumble over your words and he pulls away slightly to get a better look at you.

“did i go too far?” felix frowns to himself, getting off of you to give you space. that was what you loved about him. he was always quick to get off of you if things get too heated or when he hears you call out his name from above him. he always respected your boundaries.

“no, no, i just—“ you sigh, sitting up on the couch, “i just feel like i’m ready.”

felix’s eyes widen and a soft blush rises up to his cheeks. you giggle as your cheeks mimic his. you couldn’t believe the words that came out of your mouth, but it felt right. if you were to lose your virginity to someone, it would be to him, to felix. you couldn’t see anyone else and you trusted no one else.

so, here you were, nervous, to say the least. tonight was the night and you didn’t know if you were actually ready to let him see everything, but then again, he was felix, your boyfriend, the man you see yourself marrying in the future. he wasn’t perfect, but he made sure you felt that way. there are many things in your life that’s unsure, but one thing is constant: felix loves you and he makes sure you feel that way everyday even though you weren’t together physically.

a knock on your apartment door breaks your line of thought. your heart pounds in your chest as you make your way to it. reaching out to the door knob, your hand starts to shake and thoughts of self-loathing popped up in your head.

what if he doesn’t like the way you look, the way you sound in bed? and if he sees the scars on your thighs, would he say anything? ignore it? be turned off? would it ruin the mood? woul—

another knock gets you out of your trance. even though you had those thoughts swimming in your head, you knew you had to let felix in, literally and figuratively. you shake your head to yourself as you turn the door knob.

your sight is filled with your soulmate. he’s wearing a black shirt with stripes of yellow adorning its sleeves. his sweatpants are light colored and he looks great as always. your heart melts as he smiles when your eyes meet for the first time that night.

“do you usually check out the people on your doorstep?” felix jokes as you move aside to let him in. you blush, closing the door. damn him, already starting the night with teasing. you can’t help but wonder if he’ll be the same way in bed.

“only the attractive ones,” you respond, giggling. felix turns around to face you, head tilted as an amused smile takes over his lips. your eyes move to gaze at his lips for a brief moment before letting your eyes lock on his again. maybe it was the lust you’re starting to feel, but felix looks different tonight.

“so, i’m attractive to you?” he continues to tease. you feel his eyes trail down your back when you start walking in the direction of your bedroom. you’re glad that your back is turned to him because he can’t see you blush now. if he wanted to tease, then two can play at that game.

“you wouldn’t be walking to my room if you weren’t,” you answer, stopping in front of your bedroom door. before you could open the door, you feel felix’s hands on your waist and he turns you around. your eyes travel to his neck and you can’t help but think of how good hickeys would look on his neck at this moment. you see him lick his bottom lip, keeping his hands on your waist.

you and felix stare at each other for what seems like forever, the air becoming more and more charged as time passed by. he finally closes the space between the both of you by leaning in and pressing his lips on yours. your arms wrap around his neck as you pull him in deeper. he chuckles lowly on your lips, removing one hand from your waist to put on the door behind you. your skin yearns for both of his warm hands, but his lips were warm enough to keep you company for the time being. your lips continue to move in sync as his other hand reaches for the door knob and he twists it. both of you stumble into room without removing your lips from each other’s. felix pulls away briefly to close the door behind him and you whine softly.

“i’m right here, princess,” felix chuckles before pressing his lips on yours again. you couldn’t stand in the middle of the room forever, so you start walking back to your bed, lips not leaving his. your hands cup his cheeks and you feel the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed. felix puts a hand on your lower back for support as you lay your back down on the bed. he pulls away to remove his shirt and your eyes travel down his torso, taking him in.

felix definitely looked different tonight. when did his body get so toned and why have you never noticed? you feel your lips drying up, not only at the sight of his body, but at the thought of what tonight has to offer. he smiles softly as he gently opens your legs so that he could settle in. you moan softly when your lips collide once again. in response, felix hooks his thumb in the waistband of your shorts.

your eyes fly open as reality begins to set in your veins. you were about to get naked in front of someone else, bare everything and let him see the scars you struggled for so long to accept and even look at. you slightly push him away and a flash of worry shows up on his face. “um—“ you start.

felix gets off of you slowly, opting to sit beside you on the bed. “we don’t have to if you don’t want to, y/n,” he mumbles as he moves closer to hold onto your shoulder in an effort to comfort you. you shake your head gently.

“it’s not that,” you whisper, looking back up at him, “i just, i haven’t been completely honest with you—“

“i’m not your first?” felix cuts you off before shaking his head quickly, “it’s fine, i get it. it doesn’t change how i—“

“no!” you exclaim, surprising the both of you. “no, it’s not that,” you repeat softly as you grab his hand on your shoulder and you intertwine his fingers with yours. you take a deep breath before opening your mouth to speak again. “i, um, i used to cut myself,” you let out a soft groan as you hang your head down. it was much harder to admit out loud, you’ve come to realize, and the next thing you know there are tears falling down your eyes. felix immediately wraps his arms around you to pull you into his bare chest. you feel him rubbing circles on your back as your chest continued to heave. what a mood kill, you think to yourself.

after a while, you pull away and he cups your cheeks, forcing you to face and look at him. he uses his thumbs to brush away the tears that were still in the edges of your eyes and you fight the urge to cry again. he looks at you fondly before moving in and pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. “i’m proud of you,” he breathes against your skin, “for having the courage to tell me.” you close your eyes at his words, letting them wrap their arms around your body. this wasn’t the reaction you were expecting, but it was already better than anything you ever imagined.

“you’re brave. you don’t have to hide from me, princess,” felix mumbles, pecking your forehead once more. you shudder at the gentleness of his actions, but this was felix. you didn’t know what else you expected from your loving boyfriend.

“i love you all the same.”

you smile at his words, sniffling and open your eyes, his brown ones staring right back at you. you find yourself falling even deeper for him and you can’t complain. “hey,” he greets playfully.

“hey,” you whisper back, moving in to kiss his lips for the nth time tonight. you still couldn’t get enough of him, even after all this time and you couldn’t believe that this man, out of all of them, fell right into your lap.

felix gently urges you to lie back down on the bed by leaning into you as your lips both continued to move. it was soft and sweet, like everything in your relationship. he has always been careful and gentle with you and you can’t help but wonder if that’ll change after this night together with him. the thought makes you giddy, giggling on his lips as you feel your back hit the mattress again.

“wait,” felix says as he pulls away, “you still want this right?” you nod at his words, reaching out to caress his cheek. “i need you to say it, sweetheart.”

“yes, felix, i still want this,” you whisper shakily, opening your legs again to invite him back in. he settles in between them again and you smile as you feel him hardening in his sweatpants.

“100%. i’m all yours tonight.”

felix’s pupils dilate as he hears you and he latches his lips on your neck. whatever nervousness you had before this is now gone and has been replaced with thoughts of felix and how good he was at pleasuring you without even doing anything yet. you feel him chuckle when you absentmindedly buck your hips up into his. you blush.

“patience, my love. we have all night,” felix mumbles against your skin. his lips travel down from your neck to your chest. your eyes flutter close, breathing becoming heavier as you realize fully what you got yourself into and how much you want it. he tugs on your shirt and you nod. he carefully pulls it over your head, putting the shirt down somewhere on the bed. felix looks back down at you and you watch as his eyes trail down to your chest. you’ve never felt so exposed in your life, but somehow, it feels right.

“beautiful.”

before you could respond, felix’s lips are on your chest, cupping one breast in his hand, while the other is on your hip. you sigh his name out and you feel him smile against your skin. your skin was burning, yet you yearned for more. you find yourself bucking your hips up again, but this time, felix uses his other hand to keep your hips grounded.

you whimper in response. his hand on your breast moves to your back, unclasping your bra. you gasp as you feel the cold air hit your nipples and you giggle nervously. “you do that well,” you tease. felix’s eyes gaze up to you, slightly hooded.

“i practice,” he jokes, winking at you briefly, and you let out a soft snort. practice, the word rings in your mind as you feel his lips around your nipple. you moan when he wraps his lips around your nipple, his tongue gently swirling it around. you close your eyes and you feel his eyes on you.

“do you feel good?” felix asks, voice pitched lower than usual, as he removes his mouth on your nipple. if you were strong enough right now, you would smack the back of his head. you open your eyes to playfully glare at him. he removes the hand on your hip to raise it up in mock surrender. he laughs, eyes crinkling at the sides. “alright, i’ll keep doing it.”

“thank you,” you breathe out dramatically, putting your head down on the pillow behind you. your back slightly arches when he moves his lips to your other nipple, giving it the same attention as your other one. goosebumps rise on your skin when he gently pushes your breasts together to give them soft kisses. you sigh his name and he smiles.

“you’re always so beautiful, y/n,” felix praises, moving down further on your body. your core pulses ever so slightly and you realize how much you wanted this even if self-doubt start to fill your head again. you gather the courage to look down at him while he presses soft kisses on your stomach, teasingly staying there. felix gazes up again, eyes meeting yours. you bite your lip and he chuckles.

“you’re nervous,” he mumbles.

“of course i am,” you answer. felix shakes his head as he hooks his thumb in the waistband of your shorts again and your breath hitches when he slowly pulls them down. “you seem to know what you’re doing, love,” you shakily state.

“i practice,” felix repeats, giggling softly as he leans back up to remove your shorts fully. he softly groans at the sight of you and you try to cover yourself up.

“no, sweetheart,” felix whines, leaning back down to stop you from covering yourself, “you’re perfect.” you hum at his words, goosebumps returning to your skin as he moves down to stay in between your thighs. there, you realize he sees your scars, his long fingers tracing them.

“these look like battle scars,” he jokes. you were about to respond, but he cuts you off with soft kisses to the scars you hid for so long. “don’t be ashamed of them,” felix murmurs and you sigh. something erupts in your chest and you find yourself crying again. why did you ever feel that the scars were something to be ashamed off? why did you ever think that felix will look at you differently? he’s proven time and time again that he’s in love with you and nothing will change that. you put your arm over you eyes as the tears continue to flow. felix continues to kiss them, moving closer to your core with every kiss.

“these just tell me how strong you are,” felix continues and you let out a small moan in response. “just,” he pauses to raise his head up to look at you. you remove your arm on your eyes as you lock eyes with him. “promise me you won’t do this to yourself again.”

you bite your lip, sniffling softly as you nod. “i promise.”

felix grins, leaning back down to press a soft kiss on your clit as a form of reward. you gasp, head falling back to the pillow as your hand reaches out to grip his hair. “my strong princess,” felix mutters against your clit. the vibrations from his voice travel all over your body and you shudder, hand gripping his hair tighter. he kisses your scars one last time before focusing on your clothed clit again.

“god, you smell so sweet, my princess. i wonder how you taste.”

your mouth falls open when he moves your panties to the side, pressing another soft kiss on your clit. felix groans and the vibrations from it make your legs open wider. you never knew how good his lips felt on your nub until you actually felt it moving against you. sure, you’ve imagined it before, but nothing could have prepared you for how well he did it and how it took you to heaven and back.

“you’ve been hiding this from me?” felix teases, voice now in its lowest. you try to giggle as a blush forms on your cheeks, but only a moan leaves you as he continues to move his lips on your clit, sucking on it lightly when he gets the chance to. you feel his fingers making its way to where you wanted him most. your grip on his hair loosens as your hand starts to shake. this shouldn’t feel this good. he wasn’t even doing anything that intense, yet you already feel a knot in your stomach forming. you don’t know if you’re supposed to be mad about how good felix was already making you feel with his lips.

you breathe his name out when he removes his lips from your clit. felix wets his finger by sucking on it before looking back up at you.

“you ready?”

“ready as i’ll ever be,” you whisper. felix nods, inserting a finger into you. both of you groan, your free hand gripping the sheets beside you. it burned, but felix stops halfway through to let you adjust to his finger. you couldn’t believe this was happening, but here you were, legs spread open with lee felix in between them, and his finger halfway inside you.

“move,” you gasp and felix obliges. he thrusts his finger in slowly, making sure you’re fully adjusted before increasing his speed. you feel yourself get wetter when he attaches his lips on your clit again. he catches you off guard when he licks a long stripe up to your clit. your back arches, eyes closing as his finger continues to move inside you. when your back settles on the bed again, you open one eye lazily to look down at him.

the sight takes your breath away. felix’s eyes were closed as well, his actions interchanging between sucking your clit with his lips and lapping your folds with his tongue. he was beautiful like this and you find yourself calling out to him. felix opens his eyes, tilting his head as he pulls away from your cunt, finger slightly slowing down.

“another, please,” you beg softly. felix blinks at your request as if not fully comprehending it at first. he pulls his finger out and you find your walls clenching at nothing. he sucks two fingers before plunging them in you slowly. you moan his name and he chuckles against your clit.

“you’re doing well, sweetheart,” he praises, his mouth resuming its actions on your clit. you find yourself wanting more, his two fingers not filling you up as much as you wanted. a blush forms on your cheeks again as you realize what that meant. you wanted his cock, knowing that you were ready for it. the thought makes you wetter as his fingers continue to move inside you. he curves his fingers and you whimper.

“you’re getting tighter,” felix mumbles. “you want to cum on my fingers, princess?”

you moan out a yes, tears threatening to spill from your eyes again as you start to get overwhelmed. this was going to be your first orgasm of the night and you know it won’t be the last. you cry out his name and a jumble of other words when you spill all over his fingers. your legs start to shake from the intensity of your first orgasm, with felix’s free hand on your lower stomach keeping you grounded. if this was how it felt every time, fuck, you were willing to do this with felix everyday. if he wanted to, that is.

felix thrusts his fingers slowly before pulling them out fully. you whine at the lack of contact, but he makes up for it when he presses his warm lips on the scars on your thighs again. “so beautiful, my princess,” felix hums as he pecks your clit one last time before coming back up to kiss your lips.

you moan into the kiss as you taste yourself on felix’s lips. you shakily reach down to tug on his sweatpants. he pulls away to gaze at your hand that’s trying to remove his sweatpants and he laughs softly. “they’ll come off in a second, princess.”

“i wanna suck you off,” you whine. felix raises an eyebrow before shaking his head.

“tonight’s all about you, baby. i can wait.”

“but—“

“no buts. let me take care of you tonight, okay?” you let out a sigh at his words before nodding. maybe after this he’ll let you, but for now, you were willing to let him do whatever he wanted to you. that’s how much you trusted your lover. you knew he would deliver and if he wanted to take care of you, you wouldn’t deny him of the opportunity.

felix reaches into his pocket to grab the box of condoms he brought as you sit up to slip your panties off. you look up at him and you laugh.

“do you bring condoms that way all the time?” you tease, giggling when he raises an eyebrow in confusion. “you should have brought only one.” felix shakes his head as he opens the box up to grab a condom packet.

“who said we needed only one for tonight?”

your eyes widen at his response and it was his turn to laugh. you reach up to smack his shoulder and he only laughs harder. “you’re such an asshole,” you huff playfully, leaning back down on the bed as he starts to pull down his sweatpants.

“you love me though,” felix hums nonchalantly. there he was, lee felix, wearing only his boxers as he kneeled in between your legs. the gap between the two of you was so little that you could feel the warmth of his member radiating on yours. your imagination ran wild, but nothing compared to when he pulled down his boxers. you gasp. you’ve felt him through his pants before, but you never thought he’d be this big. the head of his cock was red, precum staining it as it twitches with need. you swallow and for a second, worry coats his face and his shoulders tense up. “are you okay?”

you nod in response, feeling yourself getting wet again. “i just don’t know if you’ll fit, lix.” felix lets out a breath through his nose, shoulders relaxing. you cover your face with your hands as you blush profusely. you hear him opening the condom packet and you spread your fingers apart to get a look at him putting the condom on.

“trust me,” he reaches out to grab your wrists, gently pulling your hands away from your face. you shudder at the sight of him when you look down. he lets go of your wrists, a finger positioning itself under your chin to lift it up so your eyes meet. “you’ll be okay.”

“if it hurts, just tell me,” felix leans down to peck your lips and you whimper when he pulls away. he scrunches his eyebrows, amused, before lining himself up at your entrance. you hiss softly when he pushes the head in gently. this burn was different from the burn you felt when he used his fingers on you. this burn stung and he stops when the head enters you fully. you grip his shoulder as you bite your lip.

felix doesn’t tear his eyes away from you as he continues to push in as little as he could. as much as he wanted to feel good, his main priority was you and you couldn’t thank him enough. you throw your head back as he bottoms out, your walls opening up to accommodate felix’s cock inside you. he leans down to connect your lips together, the soft warmth of his lips serving as a direct contrast from the burn inside you. once he pulls away, he hangs his head down, your name falling from his lips as he feels your walls pulsing and adjusting to his length.

“are you okay?” felix asks. you nod as you feel the burn subsiding after a while. you tap his shoulder as a way to tell him to move, your words already failing you. felix uses his hands to support his weight as he puts them beside your head. he starts to move and it feels even better than you could have ever imagined. you grip his shoulder again as you feel yourself getting wetter by the minute.

“felix,” you sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck as he continues to thrust inside. he opens his eyes to look into yours. his eyes are dilated and you could tell he was holding back. nevertheless, his eyes held love in them and you knew that if ever you wanted to stop, he would gladly do so, no matter how good he feels. felix grips the headboard in front of him as he braces himself to go faster in you. he looks down to ask for your approval and you nod. the movement of his hips slow as he readies himself.

“let me make you feel good.”

you nod at his words, mouth going dry at the thought of what he might be planning.

felix already felt good at this pace, what more if he goes faster? you remove your arms from his neck, hands trailing down to his toned chest. he surprises you with a rough thrust and you gasp, his name rolling off your tongue. he thrusts again, his cock curving in you in a way that hits your spot perfectly. you let out a broken moan. you never believed in the concept of heaven, but being under felix might change your mind. the way he took care of you, the way he made you feel immaculate, makes you wonder if this was heaven itself.

felix picks up his pace, your head falling back to the pillow. you put your hands on his waist and you feel the goosebumps rise on his body once your hands make contact. he opens his eyes as he gives you a small smirk. you giggle breathlessly, a blush forming on your cheeks. even though he was on top of you, making you think and feel sinful things, he was still the man you fell in love with, a tease and way too cheeky for his own good. you fall into incoherent moans once again as he increases the speed of his hips, the sound of your skin meeting his echoing in the room.

“god baby,” felix groans, his pace slightly faltering, “you feel so good around me.” you let out a soft whine at his words, leaning to give him a rough kiss. he sloppily returns the kiss and when you pull away, his eyebrows scrunch as he focuses on the task at hand.

you’re moaning and crying out his name as your back arches from the bed. you feel the knot on your stomach forming again and you know you’re about to spill all over him for the second time tonight. you clench around felix and he moans brokenly.

“fuck,” he breathes out, “are you close?”

you nod, words not being enough to describe what you were feeling as of the moment. his name becomes a mantra to you as he continues to pound into your cunt. you reach up to grip at his hair, your name and a babble of his nicknames for you falling out of his mouth as he tries to get you where you needed to be.

“can you cum for me, princess?” he asks, slightly out of breath as you notice a bead of sweat falling down the side of his face.

“cum for me. please cum for me.”

felix pleads softly and before you know it, you’re screaming out his name as you feel your juices flow down his cock. felix grunts when you repeat his name over and over again, like you’ll end up forgetting it. if there was a heaven on earth, this was it. felix was sure of it and you felt the same way.

“you’re such a good girl for me, baby, fuck, you’re so good—“ felix rambles as he tries to reach his own high. “you’re so fucking good, fuck, fuck, fuck—“

lee felix ruined you tonight, but here he was, putting you back together again as he finishes inside you with a loud groan of your name. he leans back down into you to bury his face on your neck. both of your chests heave as you both try to catch your breath. you put a hand on his hair to stroke it and to remind him that you were still here with him. he presses a soft kiss on your neck before getting off of you to pull out.

you look at him and you realize that you want this forever, even though you felt as if you didn’t deserve it. if felix was willing to spend forever with you, you were in no position to say no because you wanted the same thing. he comes back to the bed to lay down next to you, both of your bodies sweaty from the events that just transpired. felix sheepishly grabs you and pulls you into him.

“did you feel good? was that good?” felix questions quietly. you sit up on your elbow to look at him, tilting your head with your eyebrows scrunched together. how could he ask that when he was the man that gave you everything in one night? how could he ask that when he made you cum twice during your first time?

“of course, it was good, lix,” you mumble, leaning over to press a kiss on the tip of his nose. “it was better than good, 100 times better than good. you were amazing,” you pepper kisses all over his face and he giggles, still keeping his arms around you. “how about you,” you whisper on his skin, “did you feel good?”

“yes,” he answers without hesitation, “of course, why wouldn’t i feel good?” you playfully shrug, lying back down on his shoulder. the two of you lay in silence as you both come down from your highs, the sound of your breathing filling the room. you look up and notice that he had his eyes closed. you tap his chest and his eyes open.

you remove yourself from his arms, leaning over to the bedside table to grab the box of condoms he brought with him. you playfully twist it around your hands before pretending to read what was written on it. you glance at him and you see that he’s watching you with confusion written all over his face.

“you want to make use of every single one in here?” you question and he lets out a surprised chuckle. “i mean, we might—“

before you could finish, he’s already pining you down on the bed. “we might as well,” he finishes the sentence for you and you smile at him cheekily.

“we might as well,” you repeat, biting your lip when felix grabs the box of condoms from your hands, opening it up again. it was a joke, but if felix actually decides to push through with it, you knew you’d be sore in the morning, but who cares when felix felt as good as he did? it would be embarrassing to admit, but you might already be addicted to him and everything he has to offer in bed. you watch as he opens a packet. your eyes widen, smacking his shoulder.

“i was kidding!” you laugh and felix shakes his head, cock already hard between his legs.

“i wasn’t.”

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Tenebrous - Loki (AU) - Chapter One

Summary: Loki believes that soulmates are just a consolation prize to immortality. Then he meets you, and he can't understand how you were forged just for him. You both fall in love. But then he breaks your heart.

Will he be able to piece it back together?

Pairings: Vampire! Professor Loki x Fem!Reader

Characters: Loki, Thor, Fem OC, Reader

Warnings: usage of drugs by reader, canon level violence, raised voices, angst, soul bonds mentioned, angst, mutual pining, slow burn?, vampires, drugs, glass shattering, no injuries, swearing, Minors DNI

Word Count: 3471

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Chapter One - I See Stars Instead

smoke surrounds the air clinging onto the clothes, the haziness mimicking how the mind felt, dazed. she sighed.

silence final-fucking-ly.

she would cry if it weren’t for the bliss felt by her right now.

his green eyes not haunting her thoughts, her fingertips no longer aching to be tangled in his dark hair, his smile not causing a painful tear into her heart.

why hadn’t she sought this out that first month she wonders? instead of making a mess of her eyes and pillowcase.

she couldn't even member his lies now;

“i won’t leave you, witchling.”

“i love you too much, my little witchling.”

“eternity, infinity, my love, is ours.”

she can’t remember the baritone of his voice engulfing her as she would lay against his cold chest. he made her feel the warmest she’d ever felt. as though she harboured a million suns within her being. because of him. he did say she brought a light into his life.

she scoffs taking a deeper inhale, the smoke befriends her, gently caressing her cheeks and corners of her eyes.

even if she tried to think about it she can’t recall, good. she takes another inhale of the burning joint, before passing it on to the next person.

being serenaded and beckoned deeper, thousands of stars appearing at the periphery of her vision as does the forest. pain sears through her head and neck as the mind begins to wander there.

‘oh come closer, my witchling. follow me’

no.

not the forest.

get out of the forest.

“witchling never follow me into the forest. even if you hear my voice calling do not follow.” the past words echo.

she glances back at the stars, as the smoke burns through her chest, tucking the broken heart under its spell.

the numbness manifests itself, seeping into every aching crevice.

peace, finally.

she stumbles to her feet when the seventh freshly rolled joint is lit.

“care for something stronger?” the friendly stranger questions, their features blurred, Y/N rubs a hand over her face they shake the bottle, the tantalising tune of the pills have decreed her decision.

finally stumbling the way to the car, resting her head against the cold car door frame, her exhale makes soft vapours across the glass.

“Darling?”

No, no, no, no, no.

she doesn’t turn, she should not turn. do not fucking turn even a muscle, Y/N. she screams at herself.

how is it wearing off so soon?

“your scent? why do you smell different?” she can hear the probably feigned concern lacing though his voice, dripping as the sweetest honey, corrupting her weary mind.

ruining her well paid for high.

because her fucking body knows, knows how he tastes, better than any of the shit she’s had in there.

he knows how his touch on the soft rolls of her skin could send shivers through her, numb her in the best way.

“look at me.” Loki requests.

oh he is being demanding, does the sentence taste of longing? she wonders.

“you’re not here.” Y/N tells him, willing herself not to cry or sound broken, “you aren’t here, you left, you left, you fucking aren’t here, why won’t it work?” She bit her lip, eyes closed still, please let this be a horrid trip of the drugs.

“witchling, if you turn around, you will see that I am here.”

her hand reaches into her pocket, she can feel the curve of the remaining pill between her fingers, contemplating, what he says next will determine her actions.

“witchling, please, look at me.” Loki almost begs.

she hates him, she decides.

she hates how his voice can compel her to do anything.

she hates how can feel her body wanting to turn.

she hates the fact she can feel his suffocating concern tread across her chest. that was supposed to be gone.

therefore Y/N grabs the handle of the car door, placing the pill in her mouth as she swiftly shuts the door and locks the car.

“open your mouth.” he is next to her. god his scent is engulfing her, oud, amber with hints of bergamot. he’s only been in the car for two minutes but it feels as though he’s been next to her for far longer.

she finds the stars climbing across her body, she’s going to feel it again; the numbness. that makes her happy even in his presence.

“look at me.” he says again. “open.” His fingers grip her jaw, his patience with her is wearing thin, the curt responses give it away. it feels fucking good to know she still had the ability.

she shakes her head, movement limited by his grip.

he presses onto the sides of her jaw gently trying to open her mouth.

she complies, once the pill almost one with her system.

“what did you take?” his voice becomes and echo, and Y/N can feel herself begin float, amongst the stars with a smile.

it doesn’t light up her face, Loki observes.

“they keep you away. you make it hard to think, heal, live, breathe. now going to go, I’m numb, can’t feel you, can’t remember you or your lies, you left, and you will go again, and again.”

she gazes outside the window, finally opening her eyes, not meeting his.

Loki notices the bloodshot appearance in the window reflection.

her scent changes once more he attributes that to the pill. Y/N’s original scent is clinging at the periphery desperately; vanilla, with a hint of ambroxan.

it has become so heavily muted that he almost thought it was someone else with her face.

but then she was wearing his deep green jumper he had gifted to you.

Loki noted his scent no longer lingered on the clothing item. if this was a conscious effort of her part he doesn’t want it to be true. only the burned mixture of whatever was being consumed inside that house, lingered on the once treasured fabric.

“why are you doing this? putting these things in your body? and your scent it, it is no longer the same?” Loki tries asking again, taking her hands in his and lifting the sleeve to see if she had taken anything else in the months he’s been gone.

“does not appeal to you anymore right?” she smiled, she didn’t appeal to him anymore in anyway as he said, all those months ago.

her eyes are still on the window, Loki feels his stomach lurch, she would always find his gaze in a crowded room, and now she wouldn’t even look at him.

Y/N looks down at the phone when it vibrates, smiling as she see the picture of her best friend.

“hiiii.” She picks up, grinning.

“Y/N, where the fuck are you?” Nia sounds mad, she frowns. she probably did something to upset her.

“i’m out on a studying session.” Y/N covers in her best sober voice.

“fuck, you’re back there aren’t you? at that dump?”

“i shall have you know this is a fine establishment.” she retorts.

“you promised, you wouldn’t, not after the scare we had.” Nia’s voice grows more concerned.

“What scare?” Loki asks aloud, he can hear Nia perfectly at the other end without the speaker.

“who is with you, Y/N?” Nia asks, almost knowing the answer.

“no one is with me, but the stupid drugs won’t take him away. Think I need something stronger.” She contemplates.

“Loki?” Nia asks hesitantly.

“don’t take his name.” Y/N bites her lip. tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

“I’m here.” he says, grabbing her phone and putting it on speaker.

“why the hell are you here?” Nia screeches, a set of keys jangle and the engine flicks on.

“Oooh someone is in trouble.” Y/N giggles, the stars are making floral patterns now.

“You’re the one in trouble too.” Nia tells her off, huffing.

“Oooh I am in trouble.” Y/N says giggling again. one of the stars presses against her temple.

“why is she…doing this?” Loki doesn’t understand how to phrase it without offending her.

“you left her Loki. she couldn’t cope and one day we went to a party and you recall those low lives right? she was drunk walked up to them—,”

“Nia, shut up, I don’t need to tell any version of him anything.” Y/N grabs the phone out of his hands, cutting the call.

“I was speaking with her, witchling.” Loki tries using the voice that would make her do what he wanted, hoping it would cut through her haze. she stuck her tongue out at him, getting out of the car and locking the doors.

“Witchling, please,” He grabs her arm, she can feel him through the material of her jumper. of course he’s agile enough to beat the locks.

Loki has her back pressed against the car, she can feel their chests meet with each breath rising.

“please, Y/N, look at me, need to look into your eyes, please, my witchling.” Loki gently places his finger under her chin, lifting her gaze, she meet his green eyes, everything comes crashing down around her, the stars, the forest, every forgotten memory.

Loki feels a familiar tug, as though severed ties are rejoining, stitching themselves back.

“Loki,” she finally takes him in, his closeness, his eyes, this worried gaze that he holds. how is it easier to breathe suddently?

“oh, Y/N,” Loki whispers, bringing his lips upon her chapped ones, she responds to him and he hums in content.

how he craved for her closeness in all these months he had gone.

then her hands push against his chest, he pulls away,

“no.” she tells him, “no.” she tells herself. Loki’s eyebrows furrow in confusion.

the threads once more begin to pull apart.

he feels the sadness return. it climbs across his chest as it courses through her heart.

the shared emotion ceases to exist.

Y/N starts moving away back to the house that held more of the numbness she craved.

Loki’s grip on her hand tightens, pulling her back between the car and himself.

“you aren’t fucking going back in there.” he warns.

“I will go where the fuck I want.” she spat at him.

“I’m absolutely serious, enough.” Loki’s anger courses through him, what has she done to herself? he told her to take care.

hell he entrusted Thor to keep her out of trouble.

“you lost the fucking privilege to tell me what to do.” Y/N pushes against him again. “you left, so be fucking gone, it is hard enough I have to—I have nothing to say to you. I have no appeal to you right? so move the fuck away, Loki.” She tries moving away from him, the floating sensation returning.

“I told you to take care of yourself, this is how you do it? by drugging yourself that you don’t fucking know reality from your goddamn high?!” Loki’s voice booms across the empty parking lot, the cars tremble at the echo and she whimpers covering her ears.

“please go away, please, I can’t, not again, not after the forest p—ple—please. not—not the forest please,” her voice breaks, his grip on her arms loosens and she slides to the ground head against her knees hands still covering her ears.

“Y/N, witchling…” Loki’s demeanour changes, he crouches down in front of her.

“I’m sorry I raised my voice. I know you can’t handle it, it, I apologise.” He reaches for her forearms, she cowers away, his hands stop midair.

“don’t, I’m not, I’m not your witchling. not anymore. you made sure of it right?” Y/N’s breathing erratic, she cowers further away as his hand tries to cup her cheek.

Loki’s head turns to the left, as a pair of headlights shine over the two of them. Thor steps out of the running vehicle, making his way to the two of them.

he crouches beside Y/N, making sure she is fine, her hair covers her face.

“hello, Y/N.” Thor greets her.

“hi Thor, wait I’m high.” She laughs.

“why are you back brother?” Thor crosses his arms, standing tall again.

“I do not answer to you, Thor. not when you can’t do the one thing I asked.” Loki glared up at him.

Nia walks over to her, “Y/N?” she gazes upward at the sound of her name. Nia is glaring at Loki then her eyes land on her best-friend and her gaze softens.

“come on, I’ve got brownies at home.” She holds her hand out and Y/N takes it, shakily standing up.

Loki feels the tug of the threads as she walks past him, begging to be rejoined.

“you’ve been giving her your blood?” Loki asks as he catches Nia’s scent similar to Thor’s own.

“I have, yes.” He answers, looking over at the pair of friends moving to the car.

“where are you taking her?” Loki questions Nia.

“away from this fucking dump.” The brunette states matter of factly.

“its a highly rated place, get it? Thor did you get the joke?” Y/N giggles, then looks up at the sky enamoured, in awe.

“yes I got the joke, extremely hilarious.” Thor offers her a grin and then she sits in the car with Nia buckling her into the seat.

“Thor come on.” Nia says getting in the driving seat.

Loki blurs and appears at the backseat next to Y/N who is still looking up at the roof of the car.

“not here.” she mumbles, “stars, stars, so pretty.”

he is about to stroke her cheek, “Loki get the fuck out of my car and away from her.” Nia turns to glare at him again.

“I am not leaving.” Loki gives her a glare in return.

Thor opens the door and pulls Loki out by the collar,

“Thor—, ooof.” Loki groans, clutching his side.

“do you know why her scent is muddled with? why she is taking these goddamn things? you, brother, you’ve made it so that she doesn’t want to feel, we almost lost her, you weren’t here. you would have not even cared had she die—,”

Thor is shoved into the side of Y/N’s empty car by Loki,

“go on, complete the sentence, I will rip your head off.” Loki grabs Thor’s head hands behind him.

“did you not tell her you never cared? that she was a play thing? who lost her appeal?” Thor bellows, turning and grabbing Loki’s neck pushing him into the vehicle. the glass cracks under his temple.

Loki struggles against his brother’s grip, his green eyes swirling towards red, Thor’s heterochromia gaze ebbs towards red as well.

“Thor you know why—,” Loki shuts up when, he hears Y/N crying, the brothers gaze into the car. Nia is grabbing away the pill packet her best friend holds, Y/N not realising the seat-belt can be undone is unable to reach for it and crying, begging for more.

“I do not care Loki, you broke her, I tried to protect her, I tried giving her your blood to heal from the addiction, when I offered mine, she refused. when she almost overdosed, she wouldn’t even take any of ours then.” Thor let go of Loki.

his green eyes returned at the impact of the words, how did the bond not make him sense the danger?

“did you try forcing it down her throat?” Loki straightens his clothes.

“brother…” Thor sighs.

they begin walking back to the car.

“what was she talking about the forest.” Loki quizzes, looking into the car and once again Y/N is admiring the non existent stars.

Nia glares at him, her jaw set.

“I don’t know either brother. I know what Nia told me, it happened after you left, three months later she started coming out of her shell again, but then,” Thor sighs,

“she had begun taking all of these things, it started out small, then we couldn’t find her, we found her here ninety percent of the time.” Thor offered a small smile to Nia to calm her down, she smiled at him then returned to glare at the darker haired man.

“Thor stop delaying just, tell me.” Loki rolled his eyes.

“oh you want to know?” Nia gets out of the car, turning the ignition off, leaving the windows cracked open.

“if you could share the details.” Loki looks at her.

“she had a fucking bad reaction to some drug she took, a hallucinogenic drug. she wandered into the forest, thinking she saw you. chased you in, she still has the scars on her legs from where she tripped and fell.”

Nia gazes back at Y/N, she was watching the roof enamoured still.

“Loki she chased the ghost of you with a fucking sprained leg. we found her, the a clearing near the stream, she had bite marks.” Nia paused as Loki growled.

“who dared to touch her?” Loki’s fists were clenched at his sides.

“brother, we don’t know, I tried tracking the scent but the minute it hit shore we lost it.”

“that is not all Loki, she remembers everything from that night, keeps replaying it, says you stood there watching because nothing appealed to you not even her being fed upon—,”

“I marked her before I left, indicative of her being… mine.” Loki seethed.

“Loki, if she took all of this it covers your scent.” Thor explained, “her own scent doesn’t shine through anymore.”

“yeah well if you were here maybe she wouldn’t need to be left just marked.” Nia raised her hand slapping Loki, he stumbled not anticipating the hit.

“babe, did you just?” Thor blinked between the two, guffawing at Loki’s blank expression and hugging her.

“oh in my 650 years I’ve never fucking seen Loki this way,” He continued to laugh.

“how long till her high wears off?” Loki cleared his throat, the one he left behind now asleep.

“usually wakes up in the morning by ten.” Nia informed him.

“is she still going to university?” He gazes at his witchling.

“yes and somehow she is still scoring well.” Nia shakes her head in wonder.

“look, Loki, we have a long night ahead, it is best if she thinks you were part of the high.” Thor rests his hand on Loki’s shoulder.

“why? I want to help… I returned for her…” Loki looks between the pair. he knows forgiveness doesn’t come by easily.

“well for one you fucking left, two, you are the reason she won’t leave these goddamn drugs, three, hmm lets see you, oh yes! you abandoned her.” Nia held up three fingers put two down to flip Loki off, then walked back to her car.

“listen, Loki, she sounded mean but she’s right, you can’t return after months and expect everyone to take you back in with opens arms.” Thor spoke gently,

“you can try to win back the trust but it will be difficult, you saw how she cowered away. there is a lot that happened to her.”

“is she afraid of me, brother?” Loki’s green eyes try finding the answer in Thor’s blue and brown ones.

“brother, I believe, she’s afraid to trust you.”

“show me,” Loki grabbed Thor’s hand.

“Loki, I won’t. it is hard enough not to think about.” Thor pulled his hand away.

“why will you not let me see?” Loki demanded, “enough with these obscure retellings brother.”

“because she asked me to not tell you. she does not want your pity. incase you were to return to check up on her.” Thor moved to the car.

“I don’t pity—,”

“did you want her to see your weaknesses? it took her a lot of time to get you to open up to her, you even thought her talking to you was pity. your belief was that the bonds were what prompted her emotions. you and I both know that is not the case. The bond places a foundation only truly acting upon it will solidify—.”

“I do not need a lecture in vampiric history.”

“Loki, I can understand your decision, I would do the same. however I am too selfish though to leave my mate. you know the implications upon them, tearing her apart? then having it still remain? brother. she would have understood.”

Loki kept quiet.

Thor nodded, “I will see you around brother, should you chose to remain in town, your room at the manor is always there.”

The elder brother gave one last squeeze to the younger’s shoulder, then swiftly sat in the car as Nia drove the three to their shared home with Loki following them through the side lines of the road, eyes on the woman who was once his to call mine.

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