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Hunt Game (Charles Leclerc x reader) (p.3)

Series contain stalking, harrasment, sexual violence.

Word count : 5.5k

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The first encounter.

Chapter 3

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You had never gone this long without going out of the house. You couldn’t even look out the window when you loved spending time on the balcony. Ever since you got the text messages, you have been living in constant fear. Fear of being watched, being stared at, being followed—but for some reason, you didn’t really want to tell Charles because it could be some kind of sick joke because, whether you liked it or not, your life wasn’t as public as you wanted it to be now that you had become Charles’ fiancée.

Charles, on the other hand, knew something was wrong, but he didn’t know how to bring it up without you shutting him off over and over.

"Hey, Charles! What’s up?"

So, he opted to reach out to Lizzy and Martha because if you didn’t tell him anything, you would have told either of them. "Hey, Lizzy. I hope I’m not disturbing you?”

"No, not at all. Did you have a fight with Y/N?” It was unusual because she knew Charles and you would never get into a big fight. Lizzy would have described the relationship as all glitter and sparkles, as cliche as it sounded, because she knew both of you were just made for each other. There were a few silly arguments that you had told her, but never one that went so bad that it needed a third person to settle it down.

"No. I just wanted to ask if Y/N has ever told you anything recently. Anything odd?" He brought the phone away, being extra vigilant about every sound since he didn’t want you to find out about the call.

"No? As far as I remember, there wasn’t anything bizarre. Did something happen?"

"I’ll call you back. Thank you, Lizzy.” The call ended right away when he saw you walk out of the room all the way to him for a hug. "Hi, baby."

"Who are you talking to? You had heard him talking on the phone, but the call happened to end right when you were about to bother him, so you couldn’t catch what the conversation was about.

Charles rested his chin on the crown of your head, hands stroking on your back. "It was no one, baby. Do you want to go on a walk around town?"

"No, thank you. I just want to stay at home.”

"You don’t want to keep me accompany? I’m all alone." He smiled, seeing the way the ends of your lips lifted up as you touched his cheek. "What if someone hits on me?"

"Well, I’m sure my fiancé is a very loyal guy.”Charles didn’t say anything, but you knew that looked very well. It was the same look he had when he caught you trying to hide your plan to celebrate his birthday. The look that told you he knew you were keeping something from him. "It’s nothing, love. I just don’t feel like going out."

"Sure, then."

He was vexed; you saw it from the way he clenched his teeth, but Charles, being Charles, would never push you to talk if you didn’t want to. You felt bad because it felt like he was beating himself for not being able to do anything. He was ignoring you on his way out after grabbing his stuff, and you tugged on his sleeve when he was about to turn the door knob. "Can you wait for me while I go change?"

"You don’t have to join me if you don’t want, baby. It’s fine."

"No, wait for me. I’ll be quick. 5 minutes!" You left his side and quickly changed into proper clothes, at least without your Disney Princess-printed pyjamas.

Charles pinched on your cheek as you walked out in your matching pair of sweatshirts in brown, looking much more put-together. "I like you more in your mismatched socks."

"Shut up!" He laughed as you punched him in the chest. "Everyone’s going to make fun of me if I come out looking like that."

"No one’s going to look at you except me, baby. He followed behind, locking the door on his way out. "And so what if you come out looking like that? People are free to wear whatever they want.”

"Okay, sir. Don’t think too deeply about this.” You chuckled, seeing the way he was so serious about it as both of you walked past the emergency door. Charles felt the way you grabbed his hand, clutching it so tight, but didn’t say anything.

Your grasp on him stayed throughout the time, and he just thought it made you look much more adorable clinging to him the whole time. Contradictory to the last time you walked on your own, you had a very fun, chill time with him. He kept on pulling a joke, poking fun, and it erased all those scary incidents you had a few days ago.

"Baby, what do you call a small mother?” He was already in a fit of laughter before you could come up with an answer.

"Stop laughing! I’m trying to think!” He was stumbling and still laughing, which cracked you up as well. "I don’t know. What is it?"

"A minimum." He was expecting you to throw your head back, but you were too stunned to even react. "What? It’s funny!"

"You are so lame! How is that funny?” He looked offended which made you felt bad for not giving him the reaction he was anticipating, but you ended up laughing as he looked so cute, pretending to be hurt from being called dull.

"It’s funny, okay? It’s my kind of joke."

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"Baby, wanna join me?"

"No." You stuck out your tongue, and he tugged on your hand, pulling you back towards his body, where he had nothing but a short pant with a towel draped along his broad shoulders. "They are interviewing Margot Robbie in 1 minute! I need to catch it live."

"Are you seriously choosing that over taking a shower with me?"

"Yes! Let go! I can’t miss it.” He rolled his eyes and smiled at the way you ran out to the living room, hurriedly turned on the television and folded your legs, feeling giddy from the intro alone.

10 minutes into the interview, your phone wouldn’t stop ringing. The text tones rang within every second, pulling your attention away. Lizzy must be getting into another fight with his boyfriend again because the only time your phone would go off this bad was when she got her boyfriend forgot to close the toilet lid or Martha complained about her life as a mom.

Your blood ran cold. It was a picture of you and Charles walking out of your apartment. He was there. He was actually there, but you were too abstracted and unaware of your surroundings whenever you were with Charles. Deciding to ignore the text again, you put the phone away and try to take your mind off it when the text tones turned into an upcoming call. The number on the screen was the same one as the one who had been texting you this whole time. It rang, your phone vibrated for a minute, and it turned back to a black screen. Then it rang again and again, this time without any gap in between each call. You eventually picked it up, hoping it would stop, but you regretted it almost immediately.

"Stop calling me!"

The other end of the line was silence. You would have expected them to go off judging on how urgent the phone calls came in, but all you heard was the sound of someone breathing.

"……."

"Who are you? What do you want from me?"

"……"

"Please stop calling me."

"I miss you.” They spoke in a low voice, sending chills running up and down your spine. You were about to end the call when they started to sob. "I can’t go on a day without seeing you. Please open the door."

Then came a knock. It wasn’t a loud one full of urgency. It was a soft, gentle one, but eventually turned into an aggressive one; the door handles moved up and down in a forceful way, making you tremble as you stepped away.

"Open the fucking door, Y/N.” They whispered and you heard them started laughing through the call, and the knocking stopped.

When Charles walked to the living room, he saw you leaning against the wall. He heard the sound of something dropped hard from the living room which he assumed was the sound from your phone which was facing down on the floor as he saw you in the state. His brows knitted when you came running and threw yourself against him, making him stumble back before hugging you back. "I’m scared. Please tell them to stop. You need to help me, honey.”

"Woah, slow down, baby.” He cradled your head against his chest while trying to catch you blathering against him shirt. "What’s going on?"

"Someone —" The knock on the door came again, and it made you shudder with horror. Charles was quick on his step to open it, but you pulled him back, shaking your head persistently. "Don’t open the door."

"Why?" The knock came again.

"No, please, don’t open the door.” Charles looked back as the sound of knocking came again. "Please, please, don’t open it!"

"Okay, okay! I won’t."

"I don’t feel safe.” You muttered. For once, the home you had been living in for years—the home that had been the witness to the growth of your relationship with Charles—became frigid, cold, and unfriendly. "I don’t feel safe, Charles."

"Baby—"

"I don’t know what they want." You felt tears well up in your eyes as Charles cupped on your cheeks.

"Who are you talking about?

"I don’t know.” Your words became a mumble when you clung on to him, too tired to talk about it even more. It was tiring because you badly needed him to make it stop. You knew he would be someone who could put it to an end, but how would you be able to get him to help you when you didn’t even know where to start? You were only able to say, "I don’t know," because that was all you knew. How do you explain to him that you had been living with a constant feeling of being watched, and it all happened all of a sudden? You were doing fine, living in your colourful bubble of life last week, and then it all went down the graph without notice.

It was exasperating as well, because you didn’t even know what they wanted. whether it was something serious or if it was all just a sick prank. You did get a number of messages from Charles’ followers at one point in your life where they said some nasty stuff, but it eventually stopped without you having to tell your fiancé about it. It made you think that maybe this could be one of them as well,

that maybe it will stop.

So the calls and messages remained as your surreptitious secret.

Charles wanted to push further because none of the words you said made sense. He had never seen anyone. He didn’t know why you went frantic over a knock when it wasn’t anything new. The delivery man would always leave a knock or two to confirm that they left the packages in front of the door because pressing a bell would cause too much fuss, especially if there were plenty of packages being delivered at different times.

Later on the day, when you were trying to distract your mind by working on a puzzle piece in the room, he went to get your phone that was left and forgotten. He didn’t turn it on, though you wouldn’t mind it. Just like how you were free to check on his phone. He didn’t feel the need to check on it at the moment, so he put it aside. He even went to open the main door, and just as he expected, there were plenty of packages placed outside, meaning the knock from earlier had to be from the delivery man.

Were you losing it? What was going on? But he didn’t tell you. He didn’t say anything about the knock or the packages because, though he hadn’t seen anything absurd, he knew something was bothering you.

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It felt like breathing fresh air from your hotel room.

You badly needed this change of scenery. While Charles needed to be in the paddock early in the morning, you chose to stay behind and spend some time alone. Just like any other race week, you would bring your journal book and go to a random cafe that Google suggested. It wasn’t anything new, and Charles knew that too.

He perceived it probably had something to do with you being in a different country, but he was glad that you were still sticking to what you loved to do, even after what happened last week. Not saying that it all had ended, though he wished it had, but at least you weren’t being anxious all the time.

"Have you brought your sticker set?

You chuckled. "No, I don’t need them. I just wanted to write on the page, so I only need,” You picked up a few pens and highlighters from the table. "this!"

"Why not?" Charles put on his watch and walked towards you, hands placed on your waist.

"Because I feel like writing today.” His lips on your shoulder lines made you giggle.

"Call me if something happens, alright? Spam me with pictures and texts." He left more trails of kisses on your neck, making you laugh on purpose, as that was all he needed to hear before he left.

"I know! Go now or you’ll be late, honey.” You whined, pushing him towards the door. He should have been at the paddock by now but still taking his sweet little time. You could never get how he never felt anxious about being late.

"If I don’t pick up your call, then just —“

"Call Joris. I know! Good luck, honey!” You tiptoed and pecked his cheek before shooing him off. He would spend another 10 minutes lecturing and reminding you about the same thing over and over if you didn’t stop him.

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"Here’s your double chocolate macadamia cookie."

You had been sitting at the cafe nearby your hotel, updating your journal and trying to draw a few random things you could think of when the waiter placed a plate of cookies on your table, one that you didn’t order. "Oh? I think you got the wrong table because —"

"I don’t think so. Someone paid and asked us to give it to you. Enjoy!"

You had been staring at the cookies since the minute the waiter walked away. Anything with macadamia had always been your favourite, but you weren’t sure if you should just take what was given to you. Even if it was given for free.

"That looks good.” You looked up from your table and saw a guy dressed up in a black jacket. He casually took the empty seat by your side and placed his sling bag on his side. The way he acted so relax made it seem as if you had made a plan to meet up with him beforehand. You were taken aback, and it was very obvious from your expression because he cocked his brow, waiting for you to say something.

“I—um," You kept on looking at his seat while trying to figure out the most acceptable words without coming off rude, but it seemed like he had gotten the idea off from your expression.

"Oh, is this seat taken? I’m not going to be long. You write?"

He looked at your journal, and you realised his iris moved and trailed the lines of words you had written, as if he was reading it so you subtly moved your hand across the page before closing it. No one has ever read anything in it except for Charles, and you certainly didn’t feel comfortable having a random stranger invaded not only your space but your privacy.

He realised you weren’t comfortable because, just like your fiancé, he had actually analysed your body movement for weeks, but it was his first time seeing you up close without the paddock barrier.

and without Charles.

"I write too.” He bent down and took out a green notebook with a striped marker pen, placing it on the table. "I thought you liked macadamia; why don’t you eat this?” He lightly pushed the plate of cookies and you looked away, feeling painfully unbearable from his way of approach.

You didn’t reply, and you hoped he would leave you alone, but he stayed, eyes glued on you, as if he wanted you to know he was looking at you and wasn’t gonna back down though you had been ignoring him. You saw he tried to come up with another topic as he straightened his back, but before he could say anything, your phone rang.

"Hi, baby. Where are you?” Charles’ voice came on the other line.

"I am at a cafe near the hotel.” Your voice almost came out as a whisper.

"I got a few hours of break before P2. You want me to come pick you up?"

You wanted to stay longer, but not when there was a stranger who happened to sit at your table, staring at you with his fist clenched, as if he were ready to throw a punch at someone, so you said yes, though you didn’t actually want to bug him.

"Are you leaving?” He asked when you took your pens, which were scattered on the table. "Stay with me."

"Leave me alone!" You winced when he suddenly grabbed on your wrist.

"What is wrong with you?!” He had a wrathful voice, the same one you heard on the phone last week. You should have trusted your gut. Right after he sat by your side, you smelled a very distinctive smell, the same one from the elevator incident, but you tried to play it cool because you might be exaggerating to think that there was only one person in the room with the scent, but it was all connected when he raised his voice as he pulled you back on your seat.

"Let me go, or I’ll scream.” You went back, and he let go right away, but you didn’t miss the disgruntled look. It was the look that made you feel like he was capable of doing something more.

Charles brought you back to the paddock where you stayed in Ferrari’s hospitality, away in a place where no one could come in except if you were part of the invited guests or you worked for the team. You felt much safer in here, wishing for the rest of the week to pass by without any other scary encounters, but little did you know, there were a few pictures taken by someone when the man sat by your side.

Someone he had asked for help and came prepared with a camera.

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Like always, you would always arrive at the paddock with Charles early, as he had a busy day ahead with the media before the actual race. While your fiancé got caught up in his schedules, you had been spending time with Kika at the restaurant. She was Pierre’s girlfriend, and you had met her earlier this year when they both started dating. Though she wasn’t someone whom you would meet at least once a week, both of you would always be together every race week.

"I met a creepy guy last Friday.” You gave in. You wanted to keep it hidden and sealed in your little box and get it buried under the sand until it eventually faded away, but it was hard because until you shared it with someone else, it would keep on lingering in your head.

"Who?!" Kika’s eyes widened.

"I don’t know. I don’t want to assume things, but I felt like he was the same guy who had been following me back in Monaco.” You replied while tracing your fingers on your wrist, recalling the grip he had on you.

"Did Charles know?"

You looked at her perturbed face and bit your lips. That was enough of an answer for her, because she looked at you with incredulity. "I don’t want him to be worried about me."

"You are his fiancée. He’s always going to be worried about you, even when you tell him nothing.”

You heaved a sigh. "It’s okay. It will probably stop soon."

"What if it doesn’t?"

"It will." You reassured her. No, it was more like you tried to remove your own doubts that it would get better soon.

If only you knew what he had planned for you, you wouldn’t actually wait a second to tell Charles about this.

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When the whole catching up session came to an end, you were walking back to Ferrari’s hospitality when someone yanked on your arm and forced you to follow them somewhere secluded.

The small, narrow area in between the buildings.

"Scream then. I would love to hear you scream my name. Stay still!”

You squirmed in his grip, brows knitted together, trying to perceive his words. You didn’t have to get a clue from his scent now that you recognised his face. His deep brown eyes bore into yours, one that sent chills to your body even if you only caught a glance from it. The deep smile lines that developed around his cheeks when he smiled at you, the kind of smile that made you shiver. The way he looked at you was the same way as a lion salivating over a deer. You felt naked. He traced his tongue across your neck and you felt disgusted. He was so close, glued on your body that you could feel the way his chest rise within every breath he took and he was so, so calm.

Before you could do anything, he pushed you aside and walked away, mixing in with the rest of the strangers.

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"See you in a few hours, baby. Wish me luck?”Charles gave a cheery smile and engulfed you in a hug.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he kissed you on the cheek. You had only seen him for a few minutes when he occasionally dropped by to pay you a visit in between his rests, and you were thankful because it was so short that you weren’t having a hard time trying to hide your shaken state, therefore it wouldn’t distract him from the race that was less than two hours away. "Good luck, honey. Come back to me in one piece. Promise?"

"Promise." He locked his pinky with yours and brushed his lips on your finger before leaving the room. "I love you."

Unknowingly, his phone had received two pictures from an anonymous number as soon as he handed his stuff to Andrea. One that would cost him the race if the text came a minute earlier.

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When the race ended, Charles was required to change into a much more comfortable outfit before the post-race press conference, and that was when he finally checked his phone. As soon as he saw the pictures, he felt paralysed. It was a picture of you with another man, seeming to be holding hands at a cafe, while the second one was a picture of you hugging the man, which seemed to take place before the race as you were wearing the same clothes. There weren’t any other texts that came along. No other clarification. It was just a clean snap and sent.

"Oh? Have you done with the press conference?" You looked up as he walked in, assuming that the scheduled plan ended earlier or it was postponed.

"Would you mind explaining this?" He handed you his phone, and the prominent cheek apple on your face vanished right away.

"Where did you get this?"

"Oh, so that’s much more important? The first thing you could think of was not what happened, not to clarify who the man was, but where I got it from." He was in such utter disbelief that he couldn’t form any other words and just let out a chuckle. "If you need time to come up with an explanation, then I’m giving you time.” He stormed out, leaving you unnerved.

After the press conference, he walked back into his room to take his stuff, and you sat there, feeling invisible because not only did he not say anything to you, he didn’t even spare you a glance.

You were on a call with your parent with no earphones or AirPods in. Though he wasn’t in the camera as he walked in, your mom saw it when you looked up from your iPad, your head moving left and right as if you were looking at someone behind the camera.

"Is Charles back, honey?” She asked.

“N — not yet, mom.” You glanced at him as he put his phone charger into a small bag and a few other things on the table while playing deaf.

"I haven’t talked to him for a while. Is he doing fine?"

"He is doing fine..” He then walked pass your side and left. There was no trace of him in the driver’s room anymore. All there was left was your stuff. Your hair clip, your phone, your jacket, and your handbag. Everything that belongs to you that you have yet to pack.

Since you had lied to your mom that Charles wasn’t finished with the press conference, she went on to talk about a different topic, seemingly to think that you were in no urgency to end the call while you, on the other hand, were so sure that Charles would have been at the hotel already. The only thing that stopped her from continuing her next topic was when you told him you were running out of battery.

"Bye, mom. I’ll get back to you later. Take care of yourself!”

"You too, darling.”

You pressed the end call button and made haste to gather your stuff right away, putting them all in your cute tote bag while your lipstick, lipgloss, and any small makeup products were in your small handbag. You had always been someone who could never do anything in a rush, and Charles was probably resting in the hotel room by now, so you didn’t see any point in chasing the time because you still needed to grab a cab.

That was what you thought until you opened the door and saw Charles standing outside, playing with his phone while he was leaning against the wall. He put his phone away when he saw you in the corner of his eyes and took a step closer to take the stuff you had in your hand.

"I thought you left..." You mumbled.

"I’m upset, but you are still my responsibility. I’m not leaving you here all alone.” Charles replied, yet it felt so distant. It was dry and monotone, which was enough to tell you that he wasn’t done yet with the issue. "Stay here." Just as he thought, you would always leave something behind no matter how many times you checked, so he always had to go into it again, regardless of how bothered he was. And there he saw, your hair clip on the couch and slipped it into his small bag before walking out, leaving you to chase after him.

"Did I leave anything?"

"No, you didn’t.” He couldn’t help but to grin a little when he saw your slight smile, feeling a little proud that you weren’t being careless this time without his help.

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As if the steaming hot water could wash away those burning feelings on your skin, you spent what felt like hours in the bathroom scrubbing every part of it without realising that it was reddened and irritated until you looked at yourself in the mirror. You felt strong emotions towards resentment then you were afraid of him. It felt like you allowed him to have the upper hand for being too weak, and baulked at yourself for making it worse now that it entangled with your relationship with Charles.

When you were done with the last step of your skincare, you walked out of the bathroom to see that your phone and iPad were all connected to the charger. Charles must have checked them while you were in the shower, though he hasn’t been talking to you.

He was well dressed, standing in front of the mirror, and combed his fingers in between the curls of his hair while you remained seated on the bed, hugging your legs against your body.

"I don’t want to go." You muttered, breaking the cold air in the room.

He remained still, eyes still locked on his reflection, while you waited for his reply, which didn’t come.

You scooted a little further on the bed and tugged yourself under the cover. You didn’t have to look back to know he was already gone to the post-race party when you heard the door close. That was when the tears you had been holding in the whole day came rushing all at once, and you didn’t have to hold back every sob now that you were left alone.

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"Charles!" Pierre arrived at the lobby to see his friend alone, sitting in one of the fancy armchairs, with arms resting on his legs as he played with his phone. "Where’s Y/N?"

"She’s in the room.” Charles’ reply was short and stiff.

"Okay…? I smell a fight.” He replied, joining him. "Was this about the creepy man?"

Charles’ fingers stopped scrolling on his Instagram feed as he looked up at the other guy. "What creepy man are you talking about?"

Pierre’s mouth formed an ‘o’ when he got the slightest idea of what was the issue here just from the question. "She didn’t tell you?"

"She told me nothing, dude. Literally nothing. She probably think I was incapable of helping her.” He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

"Kika told me Y/N felt like someone had been following her. It could be the same guy she encountered back in Monaco.” Pierre grasped his friend’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "I don’t think she’s not telling you had anything to with your incapability. She probably thought it was a right thing to do and wanted to figure it out on her own.”

If Pierre had the ability to see what was in Charles’ mind at the moment, he would have seen those lines from dots to dots of him trying to think of any correlation from what Pierre had told him with the way you were acting last week and the pictures he got from an anonymous number.

It couldn’t be from the same guy, right?

"Oh, there’s Kika. Wanna tag along?” Pierre stood up as his girlfriend joined the group.

"Oh, I’m not going to the party, actually.” Charles gave a smile and shook his head, declining the offer.

"Then what are you even doing here?”

"I’m waiting for my food delivery. Y/N hasn’t eaten anything.” He turned his phone back on and clicked on the food delivery apps to check the estimated time of arrival.

"What?" Pierre stared at his friend in disbelief. "You are waiting for your food delivery looking like that? Like, I get it, you are the Charles Leclerc, but you kind of went overboard. Just join us, dude."

He rolled his eyes and straightened his white shirt. He was indeed dressing up as if he were ready to get drunk, but you only told him you weren’t going at the very last minute, so his actual purpose of leaving the room was to order your favourite food and wait for it to be delivered down at the lobby. "I’m not going if Y/N’s not going. You know that. You two have fun."

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The sound of the door unlocked made you flinch in your bed. Charles walked in with a few paper bags in his hand, and you sat up in surprise, seeing him coming back only after an hour. He took off his watch, placing it back where it was before he left the room. "I thought you were asleep.” He blurted while rolling up his white shirt sleeves up to his elbows.

"You are not going to the party?” Your voice was small, a little quivering as you tried to hide your sobs.

"No.” He saw you wiped the tears from your cheeks with the back of your hand, obviously lacking the courage to react or act on your true self in front of him after the disagreement. The tear-stained cheeks looked more obvious now that he sat down in front of you. Though it had only been a few hours since the argument, he felt like he hadn’t seen your beautiful face since forever. You felt his eyes on you as you sat up, giving him a tiny smile that you could master after you patted on your damp cheeks. The smile that gave his heart an ache, making him feel bad for blowing up on you like that. "Come here, baby."

When he pulled you in for a hug, you would have wished you hadn’t put on any skincare that night because another round of hot tears streamed down your face, and you squeezed your eyelids shut in the hope your tears would stop while you clung to him.

"I’m sorry." You wept in his arms, choking up on your tears.

"It’s okay, baby. It’s okay." He ran his arms up and down your back as you cried in his arms for as long as you wanted, until your sobs ultimately subsided. "We are not talking about it tonight, okay? I know you don’t feel like telling me yet. It’s fine. And I don’t need you to cry again because,” He rested his hand on your chin. “your eyes are puffy enough.” He chuckled along with you before standing up to get the paper bags. “Let me show you what I got for dinner.”

You gasped at the huge amount of selection as he bought out one after another. The paper bag didn’t seem heavy as he walked in with it, so you weren’t expecting the table to be full of food. It could feast a group of people. "How did you get this? They don’t do delivery?”

"It wasn’t that hard.” He replied, taking the cutleries from the paper bag and handed a pair of fork and spoon to you. It was actually hard. He called the restaurant and he was denied at first. He had to arrange someone who could drive 40 minutes all the way to the restaurants and prepared a list of order on the side so it would be easier. Not to mention that he had to change the order a few times as some of them were not available. It was a whole workout he had down at the lobby.

Charles’s coming back to the hotel wasn’t in his plan. He had been standing near your room, thinking of a way to get you out of the room without looking suspicious on the surveillance camera, but the driver had to come back and ruin everything for him. It didn’t seem like the pictures he sent were enough to cause a storm in the relationship but that should be fine. He had a lot of things planned.

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hearts4golbach · 2 months

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The Night Shift.

Chapter 7.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

I sat at the counter with my notebook and pen, scribbling down ideas for new recipes or drinks. My mind frequently wandered to johnnie, and it worried me. I couldn't get what Jake asked me out of my brain. did I like johnnie? I couldn't tell if what I was feeling was just having a really good friend or something more. I cringed at myself. I doodled on the side of my page, drawing hearts and stars until someone walked in.

"Hello, miss." the man said with a heavy southern accent. I suppressed a laugh, thinking about Jake.

"Hi, what can i get for you?"

"Let me get the peanut butter mocha, please. That'll be all." he sighed. I nodded in response. "You got a boyfriend?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. I'm sure he didn't mean it the way it sounded. I immediately thought about johnnie. "No, sir."

"Well, don't worry. once you find someone, you'll know." he had a crooked tooth grin.

"Oh, thank you." I smiled. it confused me where this came from. "Why do you say?"

"You learn to read how people feel when you have a bipolar wife." he snorted.

"Well, you were spot on."

a woman walked in behind him on her phone. she looked up and smiled at me. she was beautiful, even if she had a messy bun and no makeup. she seemed sweet.

"Listen, you seem like a nice girl. you've got looks on your side, too. I say go for it. I know I don't know your situation, but when you look back, you'll regret it."

I was getting a little more concerned each second. this was almost creepy. how could he be so right? I passed his coffee over the counter. "Thank you." I said genuinely.

he nodded, not saying a word as he walked out of the cafe.

"What was that about?" the girl asked, walking up to the counter.

"Apparently, he could sense how I was feeling. I've been overthinking about this guy I met, and he was spot on." I shrugged.

"so, when's he going to tell my fortune?" she joked, pulling out her wallet. "tell me about this guy."

"well, I met him a few days ago. I think he's really cute and we've had our... moments, I guess. i think I might be gaslighting myself into thinking I don't like him like that. I've never had a boyfriend, let alone a genuine crush." I rambled. "I genuinely do not know why I'm opening up to strangers."

"I mean, who knows if we'll ever cross paths again."

"still, I feel stupid." I shake my head. "anyway, what can I get for you?"

"can I just get an iced caramel coffee?" she asked with a sweet smile on her face.

I hum, turning around to make it. What a weird night, I'll probably end up rephrasing to tell johnnie later. we talked little after she asked.

"I hope you have a good night." I smiled softly as I handed her coffee over the counter.

"you too." she smiled back before walking out.

I sat back down and continued to try and write, but my mind frequently wandered back to johnnie. was he even coming tonight?

about an hour and a half later, the door bell rang. "Hey, y/n." Johnnie's tired voice called. I looked up, he carried his computer under one arm.

"johnnie, how bad is your sleep schedule?" I teased, "this is the 3rd night in a row you've come to see me. you must love my face to come here at like 2 am every night."

"what can I say? I get really bad nightmares and your face does in fact make me feel better."

my gaze softened as I smiled.

"do you mind if I hang out in here and edit a video?"

"I'd love that." my heart fluttered at Johnnie's presence.

I turned around to clean the counters as he chose the table closest to where I was. he lazily opened his computer and pulled up the needed footage.

I hummed quietly to what was playing in my headphone as I finished wiping everything down. I fixed myself a coffee and went to sit across from him.

"I had the weirdest fucking encounter today." I mentioned.

he looked up. "what happened?"

"This guy came in and told me that I seemed stressed over a guy and that I'll know if he's the right person and I shouldn't fight my feelings off." I blurted, not bothering to rephrase it.

he made eye contact with me again, curiosity glistening in his eyes. "so, like, a connection you can't explain? thats really poetic."

"yeah, it's scary cause he's right." I mumbled.

"well, if you think you've found that person, then go for it. life's too short to not." he looks back down at his laptop.

"what if I'm not sure if he likes me back?"

a twinge of hurt flashed in his eyes. he seemed to be scrounging for ways to respond. "well, what if he's just as unsure as you?" he asked knowingly.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "so should I really think on it?"

"you might be wasting time, but you never know. maybe waiting is a good decision." he avoided eye contact with me.

"are you good?"

"yeah." he trailed off, rubbing his arm.

silence filled the room for a good minute, I zoned out, staring into my coffee once more.

"have you ever felt that way?"

"felt like what?"

"when you like someone but you're terrified it'll ruin something good?" I pondered.

he looked up, his gaze softening. "yeah, the fear of losing someone so special even though nothing has happened yet?"

"yeah, exactly."

"well, I guess we have to take risks. step out of our comfort zone, you know?" he paused. "at least we could say we tried, right?"

"right." I whispered, awkward tension filled the room.

he cleared his throat. "when you know, you know."

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thelureking · 1 year

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I had this idea to make a list of all the games I played in 2022, half as a recommendation list, and half because I struggle to remember when I played what. I have a really bad time ranking stuff, so I'll just list them chronologically (or, as chronologically as I can remember).

Note: Sometimes I dont have a lot to say about a game, but that doesnt mean I didn't like it or that it isn't good.

So, with that being said:

1) Our Life: Beginnings and Always

This game has put visual novels on another level entirely. How must I go on knowing that I will never be treated like royalty by any other game like this did. Our Life tells the story of your friendship and/or romance with Cove Holden, your new neighbor. This Visual Novel remembers an insane amount of stuff you choose, and it can put you in the state of mentioning something you did as a kid that you completely forgot about. I actually really liked how you can go the entire game as just friends, or choose when your character develops romantic feelings. I cannot overstate how well made this entire thing is. Can't wait to play the DLCs and for the sequel to be released.

Absolute recommend.

2) Iron Lung

If you have a computer, you can play it. It is not an option.

Claustrophobic above all, this game captures the pure dread of the unknown, building tension and atmosphere as you travel through this unknown planet's red sea. Highly recommended.

3) An Outcry

Amazing game that I don't see enough people talking about. The first game that made me actually physically ill while playing an alternative route. I don't know what hit me the most, the subject matter or the type of person I played in that route, a person I know exists and maybe I've met, a person I hope I never become. I knew what the game was specifically referencing, but I found it good that it was able to trigger that response on someone who lives in an entirely different place, with different historical events, but with enough similarities that made the feeling of dread and disgust that much real. Its message is clear and loud as it should be, and one that I think maybe now more than ever needs to be heard. I cannot recommend this game enough.

4) Stillwater

Now this is a Visual Novel that I really liked and would have loved for it to be longer, but I love it as it is. It left me wanting more about the world and its characters, and I think that's a good thing. It feels unfair that this is the one I typed the least about, knowing how much I liked it. It's really worth the read/play.

5) The Caribbean Sail

Have you ever wanted to be a sailor or a pirate? Have you ever wanted to grab a ship, sail into unknown destinations, encounter supernatural phenomenons and watch as your fellow crew members die of disentry five seconds after leaving your first port? Because if so, I have the perfect game for you. It's inspired by the Oregon Trail game, and that's literally what the gameplay is like, except on the sea. Which was enough of a selling point for me.

6) Carrion

My child, it has every disease. Loved the concept when I saw the trailer, forgot I can actually buy games now, and then proceeded to do that. Being able to live my fantasies of being a flesh creature that destroys and eats everything in its path was a delight. The creature is my child and I love it very much.

We need more games that let you play as the monster, I'm serious.

7) The Life and Suffering of Sir Brante

This game is both my beloved and the thorn on my side. Who would have thought that in a game like this you would proceed to suffer through life? I said to myself as if I hadn't known what I was getting into. You'll experience loss, you'll struggle to make a name for yourself, your family will fall apart, and you may never kiss your best friend Tommas who gave you a totally platonic ring to commemorate your friendship because the game doesn't want you to.

Or you'll have a different experience than me on my first playthrough.

You follow the titular Sir Brante from the moment of his birth to his last breath, exploring the world he lives in, full of injustices that at times made me go "I do not care about the lots, give me a fucking gun so I can take you to the fucking Twins". There are many branches regarding life paths, the fate of your family and that of the entire city you live in. But don't worry about it now, keep looking at those toy soldiers at the store as a little kid, I'm sure nothing will happen in the future.

8) Princess Maker 2 Refine

And apparently I didn't get enough of walking a kid through life.

Who looks at a game about raising a little girl by managing her monthly schedule and balancing her stats, health and money and says "yes, this is the game I'll play to destress"?

I do that. Don't ask why.

I have only reached two endings, in one my beautiful daughter became the royal painter, her art held as the most beautiful and inspiring in the entire world. In another, my girl made a name for herself by exploring the lands surrounding the kingdom, so fast on her feet nobody could even scratch her; she married a dragon prince and became the teacher of her own fighting school.

And even with all of that, her goddess mother was not happy.

So yes, this is the "divorced dad who got custody" experience.

9) Planescape: Torment

What can change the nature of a man? That is a question posed by one Ravel Puzzlewell, night hag of the Gray Wastes. It is one of the many questions that this game asks, intertwined by the many philosophies it presents. Planescape Torment does not stick to one question, it asks many, and it lets you answer.

It is a beautifully written game, one of the best I have ever read. There is one moment that I do not wish to spoil, but it still sticks to my head months after I experienced it. As a writer, I found myself fascinated by how a certain event was told, all because of the way it was presented.

It feels like an injustice to not talk in length about Planescape: Torment, but I seriously don't want to spoil anyone who hasn't played it yet. A blind experience is fully worth it. All you need to know is that this is the game that made me post for the first time here, two dumb memes for myself and one short analysis that sometimes reminds me that yes, people can interact with it. Shameless link to it here

10) Growing my Grandpa!

If I had to describe this game without saying too much, I would say it's "heartwarming horror". Two words that don't usually go together, but that they perfectly fit here. The story is, like the title says, about growing your grandpa, more like helping a girl grow her grandpa, but still. Strangely sweet and unnerving, I was tense the entire time, and even when I had to replay it to get the second ending (this was entirely my fault, since I could have gotten it way easier) that tension never left.

11) FAITH: The Unholy Trinity

I don't remember how I found out about this game, but I remember waiting patiently for it to get a steam release so I could buy it and play its three chapters all together. The day finally came, and all that waiting was worth it.

The gameplay is simple, yet the developers found a way to have me both crying in fear and frothing by the mouth out of anger every time I saw the game over screen (affectionately). In terms of difficulty, I would say the game is easy until it isn't, looking at you Chapter 2 and 3 Final Bosses, you bastards. Then again, I saw people say they struggled in places I didn't, so I would say it depends on the player.

The story is so interesting and it's still marinating in my brain please I need people to talk about how the prologue of chapter 2 and the one note in chapter 3 relate please. The cutscenes are also so well done, and I had to restrain myself from using one as a second picture because I didn't want to spoil any of them.

All in all, a must play, fully recommend it.

And remember:

GARY LOVES YOU

12) Inmortal Mantis

This is a tricky one. On one hand, the game starts off by basically spelling out every action you have to do, and suddenly it goes full on "fuck around and find out" mode. On the other, the game implements some interesting mechanics that I would love to see developed on a longer game, but I am not going to put the length against it while knowing how hard it is to make a game. And maybe being short plays in its favor.

13) Who's Lila?

This game is my King in Yellow. I cannot stop thinking about it. I finished it with all endings and achievements in a day, and it wont leave me alone. It is always there, forever crawling at the back of my head, stretching itself over my brain and weaving my thoughts into a spiral as easily as a spider weaves its thread. It made itself a home in my mind and I won't kick it out any time soon. I played it because the concept of controlling a character's face in place of a dialogue wheel was interesting, and the story and the way it's presented (hand in hand with the gameplay) lured me deeper and deeper. I cannot even describe it without giving it the praise it deserves. It takes full advantage of its medium. Playing this game is an experience that I can't recommend enough, and I'm surprised it hasn't gotten the recognition it deserves.

14) Someone stole MY LUNCH!

This visual novel is pure fun. The humor is so good I found myself reading the entire thing out loud while wheezing. I actually found out recently that it's made by the same people that made Stillwater, which, looking at it now I should have known. It's good and I'm not still over not seeing that one joke coming; well played.

15) MILK INSIDE OF A BAG OF MILK INSIDE OF A BAG OF MILK INSIDE OF A BAG OF MILK INSIDE OF A BAG OF-

... INSIDE A BAG OF MILK is a short visual novel about a girl going to the grocery to buy milk, and the challenge this seemingly small action can be. It is your responsibility to help her through this.

The steam page description perfectly summarizes it: "This is an artistic manipulation with word and form, only then - a game."

#already reblogged with three more games!#game recommendations #our life beginnings & always #iron lung #an outcry #stillwater visual novel #the caribbean sail game #carrion game #the life and suffering of sir brante #princess maker 2 #planescape torment #growing my grandpa #faith the unholy trinity #inmortal mantis #who's lila #whos lila #someone stole my lunch visual novel #milk inside a bag of milk inside a bag of milk #lilium post

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alatushours · 5 months

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☆ ENCHANTED, featuring xiao — you were enchanted to meet him; and he was too.

contents. fem implied reader but can be read as gn, reader is referred to as “big sister” and “miss,” fluff ! ! , xiao is kinda ooc, cringe tbh >_< a chance encounter leads to so much more ♡ word count. 2.1k.

notes. welcome to my first ever writing post on tumblr !! i ofc had to start off my debut with my favorite person in the whole wide world, xiao ♡ this took awfully long to write ( and is an awfully long piece of writing itself ) so i apologize for the delay; but i hope that you will enjoy! :3

i was enchanted to meet you. it was your favorite sentence in your treasured childhood storybook, titled 'the heart of qingxin.' written by an author from qingce village, it was about a princess who fell in love with an adeptus after he saved her.

as a child, your favorite stories were ones about the adepti, and about falling in love. they were your two biggest wishes in life; you've always dreamed of meeting one of the illustrious, illuminated beings some day, and experiencing the feeling of being in love. you longed to journey out from your hometown in order to find the love of your life, just like in the stories. it was safe to say that you were, quite frankly, a hopeless romantic.

unfortunately, it wasn't that easy to live the fantasy life. for one thing, your job at the bubu pharmacy meant that you were often stuck behind the shop counter; and for another, you've never actually met anyone that you deemed fit to fall in love with… you were also quite picky when it came to love.

but those troubles didn't stop the loom of fate to weave your future. for one day, not long ago, you ran into a small accident that may have led to a newfound friendship; and perhaps, in the future, that friendship could become something so much more.

the first time you met the vigilant yaksha was like something out of a fairy tale.

it was raining that one november morning; the fateful day that doctor baizhu asked you to accompany qiqi along on an herb-gathering expedition. you adored the little zombie girl, finding her quirkiness cute; plus, it meant that you could finally go out and explore the world! at least, part of it… either way, of course you accepted.

although, halfway through the journey, things went sideways. firstly, you’d forgotten to bring rain gear with you. qiqi offered to lend you her jacket, but it was too small anyway; so you just smiled and told her you’d be alright. unfortunately, you ended up catching a cold… secondly, as much as you love your little zombie companion, qiqi was absolutely terrible at directions; and you, having never been in the area before, didn’t know where to go either.

but the worst part of it was, the two of you just somehow managed to run into a group of treasure hoarders.

qiqi fended them off as best as she could, and though you tried to help her, you were just a healer; there was nothing quite else to do except toss a few poisonous concoctions at them. it worked for a while; but soon you were getting tired, and the treasure hoarders just kept coming.

“sorry, i think we’ve bit off more than we can chew with this one…” you muttered.

just then, a flash of green light sparked in the corner of your vision. you turned your head to see a figure shrouded in a dark aura, fighting off the treasure hoarders. you were mesmerized at how well the person fought; it was out of this world, supernatural almost. as if that person wasn’t really a human, but rather some sort of celestial being.

soon after, the treasure hoarders, scared out of their wits, scattered, leaving only you, qiqi, and the mysterious figure behind. with his back turned, the man removed some sort of mask from his face.

“i-i, thank you, sir,” you began, not sure what to say. “my companion and i, um, really appreciate your help…”

he didn’t answer. as you were about to go on, you suddenly felt a bit dizzy. you stumbled and had to lean against qiqi for support. the zombie girl was confused. “is big sister… okay?”

“i’m not feeling very well…” suddenly your vision spun, and a pair of golden eyes were the last thing you saw before you blacked out.

the sun was low in the horizon when you awoke. blinking, you slowly scanned your surroundings. you were laying on a bed in what seemed to be a hotel room. confused, you sat up and tried to pull back the blankets.

“woah there, take it easy, dear.”

you turned around with a start. sitting in a chair by the window was a young woman with brown hair, smiling softly at you.

“h-hello,” you stammered. “where am i?”

“you’re in wangshu inn, in the dihua marsh,�� the woman replied. “my name is verr goldet, i’m the boss here. how are you feeling?”

“fine, thank you. my head hurts a little, but other than that i’m alright. um… is qiqi doing alright? and do you know what happened to me? i don’t remember much..”

the brown-haired boss paused, then replied, “the adeptus who brought you here told me that you collapsed shortly after a scuffle with the treasure hoarders. it seems that you were possibly poisoned- but don’t stress, it’s been extracted from your system. and your companion is perfectly fine. the little girl is helping with some tasks downstairs.”

“oh, okay…” you glanced down at your forearm, which was wrapped with a bandage. then your head popped up in surprise. “wait-! did you say an adeptus? was it the green-haired man? do you where he is?”

verr goldet chuckled. “ah, i do. he’s up on the roof’s balcony right now, if you’d like to go see him. just be careful, he can be a little… reserved around mortals.”

"i see… thank you for the warning. maybe a gift might make me appear more friendly?" you wondered out loud. "m-miss goldet, do you know what his favorite food is…?"

she laughed in reply, “as a matter of fact, he surprisingly has quite a sweet tooth. he loves almond tofu, to be particular. you can ask our chef downstairs to make a plate of it for you.”

“r-really?! thank you so much, miss goldet!” getting out of bed, you shook her hand, slid your shoes on, and hurried out of the room.

a while later, after discovering your way around the inn, you managed to find the kitchen. chef smiley yanxiao, a gruff but quite friendly man, prepared a dish of the sweet dessert for you to bring to the adeptus. with a rushed thanks, you couldn’t help but walk as fast as you could up the stairs to the roof level of the inn.

the moment you stepped on the balcony, you saw him.

turquoise-streaked hair, flowing in the wind. traditional liyuan clothing with ornamental details; sleeve of white silk on one arm, an intricate green tattoo on the other. the horned mask hanging from his waist; terrifying, yet awfully mesmerizing at the same time. everything about him was just that.

you couldn’t see his face from where you were standing behind him, but you imagined him to have a soft, handsome face. timidly, you approached him. “h-hello again…”

the man turned around, and you almost dropped the plate.

simply put, he was beautiful. strong, yet not too masculine facial features, a tiny purple diamond in the center of his forehead, and his eyes. oh, those eyes. they were a glowing shade of gold, like rays of sunlight peeking out from the clouds, or a rare piece of cor lapis found amidst the stone.

those amber eyes blinked at you before he replied, “oh, it’s you. you’re awake.”

“yeah, it’s me!” you grinned at him, suddenly not shy anymore. “i wanted to thank you for your kindness in saving me earlier,” you held the plate of almond tofu out to him. “chef yanxiao and i made this for you, i hope that you’ll enjoy it!”

there was a moment of hesitation before the man tentatively took it from your hands. “…there's no need to thank me, but i appreciate it.”

you laughed and turned to look up at the sky, where the sun was slowly fading into the night. “hey, you’re an adeptus, right? specifically, you are the yaksha guardian of dihua marsh, the conqueror of demons?”

“hm. i’m surprised you knew.” he muttered in reply, swinging a leg over the railing as he moved to sit. “what about it?”

“nothing bad, i promise!” you shook your head. “it's just that i, um, have read a lot of fairy tales about the adepti before… i never thought i'd meet one in person! and especially the conqueror of demons! you’re, um, one of my favorites from the stories. so, uh, apologies if i get overexcited around you, i'm just a bit in awe, ehe…"

"..."

"oh no, did i say too much? sorry, i’ll shut up now…" you covered your face with your hands, embarrassed.

it was silent for a few moments before he replied with an amused chuckle, “nobody has ever said that about me before. out of all of the humans i’ve met, you’re certainly the strangest; but i suppose you’re not all that bad, mortal.”

you weren’t sure what to say to that. “t-thanks, i guess? b-but anyway! like i said, i’ve read a lot of stories about the adepti, and, um, one of my favorites has an adeptus that reminds me of you…”

“mm.” was all he said in reply. but he scooted over a bit from where he was sitting on the balcony railing, inviting you to take a seat next to him.

all was quiet except for the rustling of the autumn leaves in the wind.

"have you heard the story of ‘the heart of qingxin?'" you asked him softly.

"the title sounds familiar, but i don't believe so," the adeptus replied. "go on, enlighten me. i'm curious to know what it is about this story that reminds you of me."

despite only knowing the man for barely a day, you were already feeling so happy talking to him. it was comfortable to know that he was willing to have you around. it seemed verr goldet’s warning wasn't quite true, after all.

“well, the ‘heart of qingxin’ tells the story of a kindhearted princess,” you began with a small smile. “she was just as beautiful as she was kind, and the kingdom adored her. one day…”

soon enough, you were reciting the entire story by memory. an hour felt like minutes, and before you knew it, the moon was already high up in the sky by the time you had finished telling your heart out.

"...and then they lived happily ever after!" you announced the last sentence of the story with a laugh. “so? did you like it?”

you turned to face the yaksha, who was still staring softly at you. he seemed at peace, something that you hadn’t seen in him before. perhaps it was the story? or maybe… the one who told it? your heart did a little butterfly flutter at the potential thought.

“i apologize, i’m not the best at expressing my emotions,” the adeptus started, fidgeting with the fork in his hand. “but… it was a beautiful story. i suppose i realize what it reminded you of… the adeptus who rescued the princess, it’s like how i saved you this morning, am i correct?”

“mhm!” you blushed. “sorry, i’m a little bit of a romanticist… my friends always tell me ‘you’re such a hopeless romantic, y/n-!’…”

that was when you realized that you had never introduced yourself properly to him. “oh-! i’m sorry, i never told you my name! it’s y/n. and you are?”

“you can just call me xiao,” the yaksha replied.

“xiao,” you repeated to yourself. the name felt perfect rolling off your lips. “it’s nice to meet you, xiao!”

for a second, you swore you saw him smile. “if you awake to a knife at your throat, if monsters dig their claws into you, if death comes knocking at your door… call out my name. adeptus xiao. i will be here when you call.”

“and… if i ever just want to talk to you? will you be here?”

“why would you… oh. you want to repay me for saving you, is that right?” xiao sighed, turning away. “look, you don’t owe me anything. saving mortals from the hands of darkness is my duty. but, if you really just want to 'talk to me,' i suppose spending some time with you once in a while wouldn't be so bad." he leaned closer as he said those final words.

then, with a cloud of green mist, he was gone.

you were left standing there on the balcony, staring up at the moon, with the moments of this fateful night lingering in your mind. you would never forget the memory of his golden eyes, the softness of his voice as he wished you goodbye.

i was enchanted to meet you, indeed.

ending notes. rereading this makes me realize just how bad i am at writing 😭 i cannot do dialogue. like at ALL. next few posts will just be short little drabbles bc i am never writing anything this long again… but if you read until the very end, i hope you enjoyed! i tried my best </3

#໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა mari writes !#first writing post yay ! !#xiao <3 #genshin impact #xiao x reader #genshin impact xiao

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verona2314 · 2 months

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Judgment of the Damned (translation) PART IV

Link part III

Summary:

In the realm of Limbo, where souls deemed too good for Hell but not virtuous enough for Heaven reside, Victoria finds herself thrust into an unprecedented mission. When a notorious sinner, Sir Pentious, achieves redemption and ascends to Heaven, it sends shockwaves through all realms. Tasked with unraveling this mystery, Victoria, a minor judge of souls, is sent to the infamous Hazbin Hotel in Hell. For the first time, an emissary from Limbo steps foot into the fiery depths, tasked with observing and judging the denizens of Hell for their potential for redemption. As Victoria navigates this unfamiliar territory, she captures the unrequired attention of the enigmatic Radio Demon, Alastor. Amidst the chaos of demonic antics and the pursuit of understanding redemption, Victoria must confront her own beliefs and judgments. As she delves deeper into the secrets of the Hazbin Hotel, Victoria uncovers hidden truths about sinners, redemption, and the ultimate fate of souls caught between damnation and salvation. With each soul she encounters, Victoria's journey becomes not only a quest for answers but a personal voyage of self-discovery in the heart of darkness.

Chapter 4: Rumors from the Past

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Hey, its me "Verona". I just want to say a liiitle thing before you start your reading....I must say, this chapter was quite a challenge to translate due to the archaic English in which Zestial should speak. In advance, I apologize. I hope you enjoy the chapter. Love u! (Yep. Spanish is my native language, and yes, there is a Spanish version of this work.)

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Angeldust

His body ached all over, as was customary after a day of filming with Valentino. Ever since their little disagreement at the bar, the bastard hadn't given him a moment's rest. He was beginning to wonder if he could keep this up forever, or if he should start imagining the impossible and find a way to free himself from that contract. He shifted uncomfortably in the taxi seat. He needed a good shower.

After a few more minutes of travel, the vehicle stopped outside the hotel. Angel got out and looked up at the building. He hated to admit it, but that place had become a space where he felt safe, relaxed, and happy. A place he always wanted to return to... a home. He shook his head slowly, smiling as he walked towards the hotel. They had really softened him up. Maybe he could buy those lunatics something nice.

He opened the door, stepping into the hotel. The lobby was completely dark and everything was silent. That struck him as odd. Suddenly, he felt someone lunging at him and putting a sack over his head. He tried to break free but his attacker was too strong. He fell to the ground where his arms were tied.

"WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? HELP!" he exclaimed as he was dragged into a room. His assailant leaned him against a wall and removed the sack from his head. Angel looked around and saw Niffty to his right, also tied up. To his left, Husk was in the same condition. "What's going on?"

"Relax," Husk replied irritably.

Angel wanted to ask more but at that moment, he saw someone entering the room.

"Alright," said Vaggie, "now that I have you all gathered here, there's an important matter to discuss."

"Vaggie? What the hell is wrong with you! Why did you tie us up? Have you gone mad?" shouted Angel, feeling indignant. Just moments ago, he had felt so relieved to have returned to the hotel and now this.

"I apologize for the extreme measure, but I needed to have you all gathered without causing a mess. There's something very important you need to know, and you must not speak of it outside of this hotel under any circumstances," Vaggie said in a very serious tone. "There's no simple way to say this. We have a very important guest in the hotel and it's crucial to make a very good impression on her, so you must behave. Niffty, don't stab insects in front of this person, Husk, try to be less gloomy, and Angel, don't be so…horny.

"Can I step on the bugs in front of her?" Niffty asked. "Besides, ever since I started the war in the attic, there aren't as many."

"Ugh, sure," Vaggie replied.

"Who is this soooo important person?" Angel grumbled. He didn't want to have to watch his behavior in a place he considered his home. "I mean, we tried to act well when Charlie's father came, and everything went fine. In the end, we didn't even have to keep up appearances. Why would it be different this time?"

"Angel, please, you have to listen to me this time," Vaggie responded.

"I think we deserve a better explanation. I agree with leggies," Husk said. Vaggie sighed.

"Fine. But as I already told you, this must be kept secret. Limbo is real, and a minor judge from there is staying here. She will be studying sinners, making a report on them, and determining the chances of redemption. In short."

The room fell silent as they watched Vaggie, processing the information.

"Vaggie," Angel said softly, "What the hell did you smoke?"

Vaggie let out a frustrated growl before speaking again. "Fine. Let's start over. I'll explain everything. But please, we have to help Charlie

Victoria

She woke up with her face resting on the documents. She looked around a little disoriented. It was barely nightfall. She couldn't believe she had fallen asleep. She couldn't afford to nap when she had so much work ahead of her. Her eyes still felt sleepy. Perhaps it wasn't a bad idea to get up and walk around the hotel to shake off the laziness.

She stretched in her seat before getting up and leaving the room. It was a relief to be able to wander the place freely without the deer-ears guy nearby. The decoration of the place was very beautiful and sophisticated. The place gleamed now that it had been reconstructed following Adam's attempt to eradicate these sinners. Victoria struggled to understand how anyone could take pleasure in destroying souls, but, well, Cain must have inherited his temperament from somewhere.

She descended to the first floor via the main staircase, admiring the magnificent chandelier hanging over the hall. Suddenly, she could notice a strange movement among the crystals and bulbs. A kind of red spot moved with agility. She squinted trying to understand what she was seeing. At that moment, she collided head-on with someone.

"I'm so sorry!" exclaimed a boy. His appearance reminded her of a spider.

Victoria mentally reviewed the files she had read. The person in front of her was a resident of the hotel... Angeldust, real name Anthony. "Don't worry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking," she responded amiably.

"No, I insist. Let me make it up to you. How about a massage?" Angel replied nervously. "It'll release all your tension! Not in a sexual way! Ah, it's not that you're not attractive, but you're just not my type. Not that there's anything wrong with you. I mean, it's bad that you're not... No! That's not what I meant. I like to... you know... but not with you. It's just that..."

Victoria listened to Angel's verbal diarrhea, bewildered. What the hell was he talking about? She couldn't make sense of anything, let alone why he was acting so nervous.

"I could massage your feet. Not that I have a weird fetish!"

"Angel, don't say anything else," interrupted a gruff voice from a demon with feline features. Victoria searched her memory again. That must be Husk. The hotel's bartender subtly moved her away from Angel with his wings. "Uh, um, Judge, how about a magic trick?"

Had he just called her judge? Now everything made sense. "No, no. Don't worry. Hey, I know what this is all about."

"Damn it, Husk, you called her judge," grumbled Vaggie, entering the room.

"Look," Victoria began in a friendly tone, "it's really not necessary for you to try to pamper or flatter me. I'm not here with any ill intentions or prejudices. I hope you can treat me like anyone else, without thinking about my judge status. Which I had hoped would remain confidential. But it doesn't matter. I trust I'll have a very good opinion of all of you."

As soon as she finished speaking, something struck her head. She looked down and saw it was a shard of crystal.

"Watch out!" Vaggie shouted, pushing her aside just as the chandelier crashed down from the ceiling with a loud bang. Victoria sat on the floor, observing the scene. Vaggie had managed to evade the impact. From the ruins of the fixture emerged a small woman with a large eye, who laughed nervously.

"Sorry. I was cleaning the crystals. Uh... does this count as attempted murder if it was accidental, right?"-Niffty said.

"This is fucked up already. Judge Victoria, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, where this shit will be your daily life," Husk growled, opening a beer can and leaving the foyer. "I'm not cleaning up that shit."

"What a relief, I couldn't keep up with this forced smile anymore. How the hell does Alastor do it?" Angel added, following Husk.

"Well, Judge," Vaggie said, standing up, "at least they tried."

Alastor

The meeting with the Overlords turned out somewhat predictable. It was evident that Carmilla would be on alert for the potential repercussions following Adam's death. Hell had defended itself adequately for the first time, and that was unprecedented. Overall, the entire meeting revolved around obtaining weapons, planning measures in case of another attack, unity, strength, and similar matters.

But Alastor's mind was focused on more interesting affairs. He knew the judge wouldn't give him much information about... anything. He had already learned that she was a stubborn, reserved, composed, and very intelligent woman. Her witty responses irritated him but were also refreshing. Perhaps deep down, he hoped to have another confrontation with her, but this time, more prepared.

As the congregation neared its end, Alastor directed his gaze towards today's target, Zestial. The ancient being returned his gaze with curiosity. The radio demon simply smiled even wider. It's not that he particularly relished the idea of interacting with that Overlord, but if anyone had answers, it was him. Of course, he had to be careful with his words, as he didn't want anyone else trying to approach the judge, for now. No. It was convenient to keep her presence in hell a secret for the time being. It didn't take a genius to understand that someone like her could be a very important card to play. And…Under no circumstances could he underestimate Zestial, as he was very skilled at noticing subtleties.

"Very well. Does anyone want to add anything?" Carmilla declared before concluding the meeting. As everyone began to leave, Alastor didn't even manage to get up from his seat before he immediately felt a presence behind him.

"Greetings, Alastor," Zestial spoke with that characteristic resonant voice of his. "I knoweth not if mine senses art dulled, but I deem I hath perceived thou didst seek to engage in discourse with me."

Alastor emitted a slight laugh. "Always so perceptive, Zestial. You're correct. Will you have a few minutes before you go to your teatime with the esteemed Carmilla?"

Carmilla watched them from the doorway of the meeting room. Zestial nodded to her, who, at such a gesture, left the room, closing the door behind her. The ancient being took a seat opposite him and observed him with great interest.

“Very well, Alastor, thou hast mine full attention. I must say, our discourse is always... captivating.-Said the Overlord.

"Oh, Zestial, I hope not to disappoint you. I just wanted to ask you about a matter that seems more myth than reality," Alastor replied in a casual tone. Zestial seemed more intrigued. "Well, I won't keep you on the edge of your seat any longer. How true is what they say about Limbo?"

Zestial narrowed his eyes and his smile widened. Alastor didn't expect that reaction. He thought the Overlord would laugh and say that stories about Limbo were just children's tales

"Dear friend, I implore thee not to fall into the error of the majority, thinking that all concerning Limbo is mere invention. For in every fable lies a grain of truth. I suppose thou hast heard what is commonly said. That Limbo, also known as the intermediary realm, is where souls go that are not sinful enough to merit hell, yet not virtuous enough to enter heaven. But in its origins, there was more. But of course, I would like to know, why dost thou show interest in this matter?"

"These are personal matters. Perhaps I could refrain from giving you details if, in exchange for your knowledge, I were to resolve a certain inconvenience Carmilla is dealing with... and what difficulties, I must say!" responded Alastor as he playfully moved his fingers. What he was doing was somewhat risky. But it was worth it.

Zestial emitted a deep chuckle. "I note thou art well-informed. Aye, 'tis true that a new pest hath arisen, seeking to snatch Carmilla's market. Naught that we cannot resolve."

"Oh, but this way I spare you the hassle and the time. I believe it's fair, considering I'm merely asking for some unverified information," Alastor said, and he and Zestial locked eyes for a brief moment. The radio demon knew he couldn't show even a hint of doubt or greater interest in the matter.

"Very well," Zestial finally responded. "Be that as it may, I reckon that sooner or later I shall uncover thy true intentions…In mine early years here in the inferno, 'twas spoken that when the heavens were forged, Limbo stood as a neutral ground to settle disputes and judge the angels' conduct. 'Twas only the supreme judges present then. But in general, there weren't many issues until the incident o' the apple. From that moment forth, with the inception o' hell, Limbo would become the intermediary 'twixt heaven and hell. Not merely for receiving souls, but also for resolving grave disputes 'tween both realms, akin to an international court. With this evolution came the minor judges. On one hand, the supreme judges continued their role as an international court, alongside judging mortal souls. On the other hand, the minor judges were tasked with settling conflicts 'mongst inhabitants of the same domain that couldn't be resolved internally, serving as an appellate body. Of course, they also bore the duty of crafting records of human deeds upon the Earth. But that part's well-known to all."

"Interesting. So, if two angels had a problem they couldn't resolve themselves, could they turn to a minor judge to decide the matter?" Alastor asked to make sure he was getting it all.

"Indeed," Zestial replied, conjuring a teacup before taking a brief sip before continuing, "But you must already know that there weren't as many issues in heaven. The spotlight was on hell, not for murders or thefts, but for something more subtle: contracts." Zestial looked at Alastor attentively, trying to gauge his reaction, but the radio demon remained unfazed. "Supposedly, a minor judge had the power to modify or annul a contract, of course, adhering to the rules or laws of hell."

"Hmm? Contracts, you say?" Alastor prompted Zestial to continue.

"Aye, that's what was told in my time. It was also said that a catastrophic event occurred, causing the Limbo's communications to shut down from their end. However, Alastor, processes don't vanish. The mere fact that Limbo has isolated itself doesn't imply that there's no longer an avenue for appeal."

"Oh, but if that were true, we would still have demons trying to make appeals," Alastor pointed out, resting his chin on his intertwined hands.

“That's the other curious bit. Allegedly, they wiped out all who knew of that process to let it fade away. Does the appeals process truly not exist, or is it just that no one knows how to activate it anymore?”.

Alastor looked silently at Zestial. He couldn't determine if the ancient creature believed in those stories or not. But if that process really existed... perhaps. Unfortunately, he still had no way to verify it. Alastor inclined his head before speaking again, "Well. We can't really know. Anyway, all of this is just legends. It doesn't sound like these minor judges are very strong."

“Perhaps they don't have great destructive power, but it certainly was useful to have one as an ally. In addition to being able to modify or annul a contract, they also had access to the information of all sinners and angels. On the other hand, every judge has two basic powers. The oath and The mandate of the judge.”

"The oath?" Alastor asked, feigning disinterested tone. He was surprised at how enthusiastic Zestial seemed about this topic.

“Indeed. If a minor judge asked you to swear an oath and you agreed, you were bound to speak the truth. If you were to lie, the judge would detect it immediately and, if desired, could inflict great pain upon you as a consequence.”

“And the other one?”

"Ah, the judge's mandate? Or rather, known as the command. Basically, it entails the judge exercising their authority by issuing an order that cannot be disobeyed, as if a force were controlling your body. Of course, the scope and strength of this mandate depend on the power and rank of the judge. The mandate of a minor judge is usually not very strong, limited to simple commands like 'sit' or 'be silent', essential for maintaining order in a court, thus not very enduring. But that of a supreme judge... well, it is said that it was precisely that which condemned Lucifer to hell.”

“Well, I'll give you that. If these judges were real and contact could be made with them, they would clearly be a magnificent ally."

Zestial chuckled maliciously “Precisely, and I reckon all the sinners and demons had the same notion, wouldn't you say? It wouldn't surprise me if the big catastrophe were tied to millions of those minor judges getting corrupted or extorted by the infernal lot to reap benefits from the appeals, changing contracts to their whims. Well, but then again, none of this is quite verifiable or true. Right?”

Alastor didn't like the tone of voice Zestial used in that last sentence. The ancient being was beginning to suspect. Why was he suspicious now? He had been careful with each of his expressions. Could his memory of Victoria asking them for silence during the meeting with Charlie have caused some gesture that caught his interlocutor's attention? Alastor couldn't help but think that that request could have been a judge´s mandate subtly carried out by Victoria, implying that at least one of the powers mentioned by Zestial was true.

Alastor glanced at Zestial again just as he narrowed his eyes. Damn it. It wasn't time to think about that. That damned judge was making things complicated with this Overlord just by appearing in his memories. "Indeed!" he responded in an animated tone, trying to dispel the seriousness of the atmosphere. "After all, they're mere stories."

Zestial chuckled softly, "Yes, but it surprises me that you're wasting your time on mere tales."

"Oh, you all with your theories about me. It's a delight to hear your conspiracies. I simply wanted to satisfy the curiosity that arose in me after reading a dramatic work where they staged this Limbo," Alastor continued nonchalantly as he rose from his seat.

"Verily, I am acquainted with that tome," said Zestial, rising to his feet to accompany Alastor to the door of the conference room. "Indeed, it doth portray Limbo akin to the contemporary lore. Yet, one aspect hath ever intrigued me. Mayhaps I am overly fastidious regarding artistic license."

"What might that be?"

"Well, that literary work mentions seven supreme judges. Not five."

LINK PART V

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the1975attheirverybest · 9 months

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A Strange Encounter

A/N: requested Matty X writer OC is finally here. Sorry about the delay. Idk if this is a longer fic soft launch or not. Just a thing I wrote

Warnings: none

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Matty swore he could feel the sweat running down his back. He glanced around the room, his anxiety rising as he failed to spot any of the faces that he’d expected to see here tonight. He’d spent the better part of the year wearing ties onstage, but, for some reason, in this moment, his tie felt suffocating. He loosened it slightly but quickly fixed it back up, feeling like a fish out of water at this charity event.

Scanning the room for a quiet place to take refuge in, he spotted the open bar and rushed towards it.

“Thank fuck,” he mumbled to himself rushing in the direction of the free alcohol. As he approached the bar, he became aware of a solitary person, a woman, sitting atop one of the barstools, her back towards him, drinking alone. She turned around as she felt him get closer, giving him a polite nod.

He nodded in return, flashing her a quick smile.

“What can I get you, sir?” the bartender offered.

Matty almost ordered a glass of wine, but, on a whim, he turned towards the woman instead, “what’re you having?” he gestured towards her glass.

“A Cherry lime tequila.”

“is it any good?”

She nodded.

Matty turned back to the bartender. “I’ll have what she’s having, please.” He sat at the other end of the bar, losing his battle against the tie.

Moments later, the bartender returned with Matty’s drink in hand. The woman watched, out of the corner of her eye, as Matty whispered a polite ‘thank you,’ and took a sip of his drink. She noticed his face scrunching as the drink pour down his throat.

“How is it?” She asked, pressing her lips together to hide her amused smile.

“G- uhh- good.” Matty lied. “I’m Matty, by the way.” He moved one bar stool closer.

“Claire.”

He smiled softly, thinking of the next thing to say.

“So…Claire, what’s your vibe?”

“My- vibe?”

Matty swore he could see her skin physically crawl. He giggled, embarrassed. “That- is the dumbest thing that I’ve ever said in my entire life.”

Something about the way that he could instantly poke fun at himself without looking self-conscious softened her towards him.

“Let me try this again. Like an adult: you hear for the writers’ charity thing?”

“I am.”

“Me too!” His tone was a bit more enthusiastic than he’d hoped. “I’m a songwriter.” He offered up, calmer now, adjusting his demeanor. “Never been to one of these things before. To be honest, I kind of hate them. Fuckin rich people trying to make themselves feel better about the dystopian world that they’re partly to blame for by hosting fuckin fundraisers and chairing charitable foundations.”

Claire took a sip of her half empty glass, nodding as Matty spoke.

“So, what about you. You a writer too?”

She smiled, “yeah, I am. Fiction, though.”

She could see a light flash across his face. He leaned in closer, “that’s fuckin cool. Anything I might have read?”

“No.”

Matty frowned at her immediate, emphatic answer. “Why- not? Are you not any good?”

“Oh, I am. I just…” she adjusted her feet underneath her, sitting up straight.

“Just what?”

“Just don’t think it’s the kind of fiction that you would read.”

Matty’s lips parted, ready for a retort, but none came. After a moment of silence, he finally thought of something. “You’ve only just met me. You don’t know what kind of fiction I read.” His tone has an edge to it, but he remained composed.

“Oh, but I do- guys like you- the hair gel, the

loose tie, the general aversion to formal settings…you probably read Jack Kerouac and Kurt Vonnegut, and, like, David Foster Wallace.”

“Ha! Jokes on you. I’ve never read Vonnegut.”

His response caught her off guard, making her laugh.

“But, yeah I’ve read On The Road….and yeah I like David Foster Wallace.”

She had a triumphant look on her face. “Pale

King?”

“No, Infinite Jest, actually.” Matty watched her expression shift again. His turn to feel triumphant.

“You’ve read all of Infinite Jest?” She whispered, as if the revelation were some kind of secret.

“Twice.”

She studied him closely, pleased with the unexpected turn of their conversation.

“And…” Matty took a sip of his drink. “For your information, I also like Joan Didion, and Virginia Woolf, and Flannery O’Connor.”

She giggled, taking Matty aback by the effect that the sound of her laughter had on him. He looked away from his drink instantly, eyes focused on her.

“So you’re saying you’re not a complete cliche?”

He nodded. “Well, what about you, then? What kind of fiction do you like?”

Her lips curved into a smile as she heard his question, she leaned in to meet him halfway, but before she could speak, a well-dressed member of the venue staff approached her and whispered into her ear, pointing to the watch on his wrist.

She nodded, turning back to Matty with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, if you’ll excuse me, I- I’m afraid I have to go. It was a pleasure meeting you, Matty.”

For the second time tonight, Matty found himself speechless. He wanted to say something, anything at all, but when his lips parted, no sound came out. Instead, he watched her walk away, getting smaller and smaller the further she got away from him.

***

The rest of the night droned on as Matty attempted to make polite conversation with screenwriters, journalists, and authors of various kinds around his table. He couldn’t help pulling out his phone to check the time, every time there was a lull in conversation.

In front of him, the event organizer stepped onstage announcing that the last speaker of the night was up next. It would be the host of the fundraiser and chair of the organization, Claire Jones.

Matty’s head whipped around, looking up from his phone and watching as Claire took the stairs from the side of the stage, walking towards the lectern.

He recalled the snide comments that he’d made to her about his disdain for these kinds of events and the people who organize them. He felt embarrassed. She must think he’s a complete asshole. Unsure if he should be looking at her, or how to control his facial expressions appropriately, he decided he’d be better off staring at his shoes until her speech.

Matty thought that, realistically, her speech couldn’t have been more than a few minutes long, but it felt like ages. He struggled to even register her words as his own echoed in his head. He sat there, wondering if he should apologize, wondering if it mattered, if she cared one way or the other, and wondering why he cared so much.

The sound of applause filled the room, Claire Jones stepped off the stage, esteemed guests began to move around tables and mingle, shaking hands with each other, hugging, catching up, and exchanging numbers.

By the time that Matty had made his way to the other end of the room, Claire was nowhere to be found. He walked the perimeter of the room a couple of times, hoping to spot her, but when he failed to find her, he defeatedly meandered towards the exit, sticking his hand into his pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

The nighttime breeze was merciful on his face. He hadn’t realized that he’d felt suffocated until he’d made it outside. He stood on the sidewalk, leaning against the building, smoking his cigarette. He was surprised to find himself disappointed that he’d never see Claire again.

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peachymilkandcream · 2 months

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Break Me Slowly|Part 29|Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: The finale goes up next week! Also for the art I saw this on Pinterest and thought of Evelyn and Levi, if someone knows the artist please either put it in my ask box or reply below and I'll credit them! Hope you enjoy!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Levi didn't appreciate the call in the middle of the night from Erwin, the Commander had the habit of working late and forcing one poor sap to stay behind with him to run errands and messages.

The pounding on his door only increased his headache, he hadn't exactly been sober last night and the last thing he needed was some ass rubbing salt in his wounds.

Finally he emerged, a robe hastily thrown on as he ripped open the door. "Damn it man what do you want!? Don't you know what time it is? What could possibly have possessed you to be awake at this ungodly hour and bother people trying to sleep?"

The young man seemed shaken to his core, Levi had never seen him before so for his first encounter with the aloof Captain to be a rather forceful lecture the poor kid looked like he was about to piss his pants.

"Commander Erwin sir- he said it's urgent-" With shaking hands he extends an envelope, no doubt hoping to be rid himself of this terrifying man.

Levi takes it and nods for him to get lost. So he was right after all, after everything he'd done for Erwin he still felt like he had the right to order him around. Keep him on his toes. The smug bastard.

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Since her husband made no effort to be quiet, Evelyn woke up to his thrown clothes and a sore core mixed with an ungodly headache.

"Levi? What's going on what are you doing-"

"That bastard-" He huffs. "Erwin snapped his fingers and now I have to come running like a dog."

"And you just can't say no?"

"Of course not, now get up, you're coming with me, Furlan too."

"Why? You shouldn't be gone that long and it's so late-"

"Because we live in different times Evelyn! Lawlessness is running rampage and I can't just leave my defenseless wife and child." He marches over and slaps her on the rear, hard. "Now move your ass!"

Evelyn yelps and rushes to at least make herself decent, throwing on a dress and shoes while Levi left to get their child.

Once he returned he gave her a nod of approval. "Let's go, and you're going to be a good little wife who doesn't give me shit and talk back right? You've been doing well with your behavior, I'd let it continue if I were you."

"Yes Levi."

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Levi tapped his foot against the ground while he waiting for his commander to speak. Erwin had a habit of leading his soldiers on with news just to prove a point that he was in charge and they were not. Evelyn and child waited in his office down the hall, he wasn't sure how long this was going to take and he wanted her secure somewhere he knew inside and out was safe.

"I must say I'm a little hurt I wasn't invited to the christening Levi."

He fought the urge to roll his eyes. "It was just my wife and I, germs are a concern of mine you know, especially when my son took so much time to make."

"I suppose you have a point. How is the roll of fatherhood? Sleepless nights agreeing with you?"

"Look Erwin, I've given you what you wanted, more than what you wanted. So I suggest leaving my personal life alone before my wife and my support is suddenly withdrawn from you."

"Such a cold hearted thing to say to your friend, I must say I'm surprised."

"Bite me."

Erwin scoffs. "Still as rude as ever Levi. Guess all your fancy lessons and money don't account for breeding. You're still that Underground brat you've always been."

A twitch of the eyebrow signified Erwin had better choose his next words carefully. Not wanting an actually physical altercation the Commander lets up.

"I see Evelyn is coming around, well done."

"I told you she would, and yet you still sound surprised."

"You can't deny your first year being married has been normal by any means."

"Perhaps, but the point is she has. So happier than I've ever been. I have my wife and child."

"I guess you have everything you've ever wanted."

"Yes, yes I do. Thank you for noticing."

Erwin shakes his head in disbelief. "Unbelievable."

"Why did you call me here Erwin? And I know it's not for small talk."

"You're right, it's not. I know you appreciate bluntness so I'll get straight to the point." He pauses. "You know our current objective is to scout out the land and see what portion of it is unclaimed and can be claimed for Eldia correct?"

"As far as I'm aware yes."

"Well on one of these expeditions one of our ships was exploring an island off the coast of what was Marley, it was small but seemed to be totally void of human life. However as they explored they stumbled across what looked like a makeshift boat being built. For what purpose they weren't sure, until they found the human life."

Levi's eyebrows furrow. "Marley or Eldian?"

"This person was very much alive, surviving off of the fresh fruit on the island and planning on trying to cross the sea to come here. Even I can't believe the whole story."

"Erwin, answer me. Marley, or Eldian?"

The Commander sighs. "Eldian." He leans forward and places a pair of shattered glasses on the desk in front of Levi.

His breath catches in his throat. "This is some sick joke Erwin-"

"Thankfully for us both, it's not. Don't worry, she got a new pair recently."

"Erwin-"

"Hange's alive Levi."

As he opened his mouth to speak the door opened behind them, the same three eyes he's relied on for years stepping through.

"Hey there Levi, did you miss me?"

#break me slowly #levi x oc #attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader

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Cherries

Jiraiya x Reader. MDNI 18+ only. Ao3

You’re a waitress at a gambling club, and a fan of Jiraiya’s book, when he comes into your club you can’t help yourself from going home with him.

This was kind of inspired by the song Cherries by Annie Kemble, a good friend of mine. It’s a great song, give it a listen even if you don’t wanna read this fic. But I hope y’all do both. Love y’all as always <3 Doodle

Content notes: SMUT, smoking, drinking, pussy eating, uncut dick (b/c why would anyone in the Naruto universe be circumcised?), jiraiya is his own warning tbh.

The sound of shouting players, and the smell of smoke was second nature to you now. You had been working in the parlor for two years, serving drinks, selling and lighting cigarettes, loading pipes and blowing on dice. You were frequently propositioned by customers for more salacious services, many offered money. Sometimes you would take it, if you were feeling comfortable enough, or the price was enough to tempt you, they never asked too much of you. Usually short encounters, over before the sun rose again. You had no problem making money this way, and why should you? You were working, you were talented in this regard, they had a good time and paid you well. As long as you kept yourself safe from harm, you rarely even got nervous anymore.

Tonight had been on the slower side, the middle of the week wasn’t often popular for gambling. You hadn’t been tipped that well, two different tables had stiffed you completely. You didn’t think you would be walking home pleased with your purse tonight. Breaking from the foggy main room, you slipped into the private bathroom reserved only for employees. Your makeup was immaculate still, but you applied another layer of ruby colored lipstick, patting it lightly with your finger before cleaning up the edges. You mussed your hair slightly in an attempt to give it more volume, before giving yourself one last look and smiling. You were beautiful, you were so grateful to know it and feel it.

While you were in the bathroom, Jiraya entered the parlor. His boisterous laugh gathered the attention of everyone, his hulking figure shook the table as he sat down at one of the games. The energy around him was light and fun, people of course recognized him and were excited to buy a man of such legend drinks, or play against him. Of course he wasn’t a great gambler, Jiraya was primarily here to get drunk and to flirt, shaking off another long day of training and mentorship. His eyes rose from the game table just in time to catch the most beautiful woman he had ever seen exiting from the back of the parlor. Well done up, makeup clean and vibrant, showing elegance with a clear personality that he would love to discover. Styled hair, pulled away from her working face, but falling perfectly where it could to give the appearance of casual effort. He was shaken by the man sitting next to him, and brought back to the game. Barely paying any attention, he offered a raised bet, and lost near instantly. He didn’t care, he took the last of his drink and shot it back, standing from the table and moving through the crowd over to where you were reloading your tray with drinks.

“Hello, gorgeous.” The alcohol had reddened his cheeks and lowered his already rock bottom inhibitions.

You gave him a practiced smile and began to lift the probably overloaded tray, “hello sir, is there something you might need from me?”

“I’ve got a couple ideas, but I’ll save them until you’ve dropped that tray off.” He took a seat on the available bar stool next to the drink well, “don’t worry about me, honey, I’ll still be here when you get back.”

You giggled flirtatiously, ever the professional, before passing him to deliver the bottles of sake and beer to your patrons. You swished your hips as you walked, knowing he was staring at you. You didn’t mind, he was a bit older than your usual type but you knew his reputation.

Master Jiraya of the legendary Sanin, you had even read one of his books. A girlfriend had recommended it to you, starting a scandalous book club you briefly belonged to. You were sure his writing was generous, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to find out for yourself. He was tall, and handsome, and fucking big. Everything about him was big: his body, his presence, his voice, his reputation. You wondered if everything else was just as big.

Clearing your tray, you turned back to the bar, he was still watching you. You assumed he had been the whole time. His dark brown eyes crinkled up at the sides following the line of a wide grin. The red markings down his cheeks bent and blending into his blushing alcohol fevered cheeks. You stood to his side, sliding in between stools and leaning your body against the counter. Flirting was part of your job, keeping the patrons entertained and engaged was just as much your work as serving drinks. Sure this may have had some selfish motives, but no one could say you weren’t working too.

“So….I have to confess something,” you flicked your eyes up at him, through your thick made up lashes.

“Oh sweetheart, I would love to hear a confession from you. Need me to offer you forgiveness?” He was becoming brazen, moving his large hand to your waist, which you leaned into.

“I’ve actually read a few of your books.” You moved your hand over the arm that he leaned on the bartop.

He watched you trail your finger over his forearm. He was flattered by your admission. His mouth was starting to water.

“Well, it’s always nice to meet a fan. Especially one as beautiful as you.” He watched you blush at his words, “do you have a copy? I’d love to sign it for you. Is it back in your bedroom?”

He started to stand up, but your hand was sturdy on his shoulder, pressing him back down onto the stool.

“Not so fast.” You smiled, your fingernails toying playfully with the hem of his sleeve, “I’m excited to meet you, Master Jiraya. And I’d be happy to continue spending time with you tonight. But you see, I’m still working. And I’m not finished here for another hour.”

You closed the distance between the two of you, fingers moving his long white hair over his shoulder and leaning in to brush your lips against his ear. He smelled like jasmine and pipe smoke, something else lingered as an undernote, something earthy and organic.

“I’d love for you to sign my book. I don’t live far, but you’ll have to wait until my shift is up. Think you can do that for me?” You pulled back, batting your eyelashes and pouting your lips, fingers still tangled in his hair and clothes.

His eyes were glassy but locked onto you, his heart pounding in his chest, if you looked hard enough you were sure you could see his pulse in his neck. He nodded and you nodded back, an agreement made and a promise to be kept.

“Can I top off your drink?” you offered, reaching across the bar top and not so subtly arching your back and grabbing a fresh sake bottle.

“Only if you share it with me,” his eyes licked over your body.

He couldn’t believe his luck. The most beautiful girl in the whole place not only was talking to him but knew his work, and seemed to be interested. You pulled an extra cup and filled both glasses, offering one to him. He accepted graciously, still struck by the ease of the whole situation.

“To your work.” You offered

“To your work.” He offered, tapping his glass against yours before drinking together.

You two shared the bottle over the next half hour. You would occasionally need to seperate yourself and assist your coworkers, who were also engaging in the night's entertainment and service. You didn’t have any more tables to yourself, so you were mostly running drinks and offering support. Everytime you left his side, Jiraya always waited patiently for you to come back to him.

“So what keeps you working here?” He asked upon one of your returns.

“I like it. The money's good, the hours are better,” you nudged his arm, “the people are interesting.”

“Are they?” He asked, catching your hand in his and running his thumb across the back of your knuckles.

His touch was hot against your skin, leaving little prickles of electricity in its wake. You weren’t sure when exactly it had happened, but you found yourself becoming more and more excited by the idea of spending the night with him. He was forward but had remained respectful, keeping his hands relegated to your arms and back, but never on your legs or hips. The conversation flowed naturally, he was actually very funny, giving plenty of chances for you to swoon at his wide smile. His good looks were filtered by age but he was still an incredibly handsome man, his strong nose leading up to his dark eyes, big lips growing wetter and looking softer at every passing shot.

“Yeah,” you answered, flipping his own hand over to run your index finger over the inside of his palm, tracing the lines, “although they aren’t usually so handsome. Or accomplished.you wouldn’t believe the amount of stories I’ve sat through about farming or markets.”

“You know, gorgeous, if I didn’t know any better. I’d start to worry you were playing me a bit. Are my stories boring you?” He watched your finger trace over his palm, and he watched when it stopped.

Your slender finger ceased its cartography of jiraiya's large palm, moving his hand over so it faced down. You slotted your fingers in between his. You let them linger for a moment, joined together, before bringing his knuckles up to your lips and kissing lightly. Your lipstick transferred lightly, leaving a red kiss mark across the ridge of two of his fingers. You met his gaze as you pulled away, his bottom lip was caught in between his teeth as he watched you.

“Not at all, Master Jiraiya. I feel quite fortunate to be talking to you tonight.” You set his hand back down on the table, but kept your hand tucked into his.

His voice shook slightly as he asked, “how much longer is your shift?”

Your eyes flicked over to the clock on one wall, “twelve more minutes. Think you can wait here while I wrap up?”

He nodded and breathed out, releasing himself from the previous moment of tension. He leaned back slightly as you stood up and walked to the back to settle your cash for the night and close out your final tabs. Besides Jiraya it had been a slow night for you, but despite the lower than expected take home pay, you felt giddy as you collected your final tabs and closed out with your bartender and manager. Before finishing up, you swung by the bar one last time. This time opting to not sit beside Jiraiya, but lean behind him, pressing your chest into his back and talking directly in his ear.

“You actually still have to settle your tab.” You reminded him, circling a lock of his hair around your finger.

“Ah, right.” He got the bartender's attention and closed his tab, leaving a hefty tip, “should I tip you as well? Or does that come later?”

He turned to face you, suddenly his ever confident aura had dimmed slightly, as though he had grown nervous.

“You're signing my book, that’s a great tip, especially after I sell it as a collector’s item for having a genuine signature!” You teased, laughing.

He laughed along with you before standing. You realized he towered over you, he was well above six feet, probably by another half. He looked down at you, your features enticing him in further and further. His mind raced, thinking of your eyes fluttering at him, how soft your lips felt against his hand, the smell of Cherry that followed you every time you walked past him.

“Why don’t you head outside, I’ll meet you out front after I grab my bag from the back.” You told him.

Just one more hurdle until you could finally have each other. The tension continued to build and build until you knew it would eventually compound in on itself. Hopefully in your bed, and hopefully again and again until the sun comes up.

“I’ll be waiting.” He said, and lifted your own hand to his lips this time. Offering a more dramatic, showman’s kiss before loudly smacking his lips off.

You hurried to the back to hang up your apron, grab your coat and bag, and say goodbye to your coworkers. You slipped out the back and walked around to the front of the building.

Jiraya waited patiently, but nervous. This wouldn’t be the first time he had been duped by a beautiful woman’s promise of a “good time”. When you finally emerged from the side of the building, his face lit up, shoulders relaxing as he took you in.

“I hope you didn’t think I was going to leave you out here.” You read his mind.

“Of course not, just enjoying the night air. It’s good to clear the mind.” He looked down at you, you had walked straight up to him, nearly chest to chest.

The two of you stood for a moment, then two. Breath syncing up, heart rate too. In the moonlight your features look softer, eyes sparkling up at him. Jiraya fought the urge to hold your cheeks and press your lips together, you were still outside of your place of work and he didn’t want to embarrass you.

“This way,” you finally took his hand and led him down the street.

Your conversations from inside the bar continued as you walked home with Jiraiya following you closely. Your walk home wasn’t far, only a few blocks, and he was right about the night air. You had only had a few glasses to drink, but the soft summer wind was already helping you feel more alert and awake. When you finally entered the grouping of apartments where you lived, you led him to your door.

“I wasn’t expecting company, so you’ll have to excuse the mess.” You said, you had actually just cleaned the previous day, but it couldn’t help to under promise and overdeliver.

Jiraiya couldn’t care less where you lived, or how, he was just so excited to be in the home of an incredible young woman who had invited him in. You opened the door, moonlight illuminating the dark living room. With him following closely, you moved to turn on a few lamps, brightening the space. Your place was nearly immaculate, not devoid of personality, but neat. You had drapery hung over your windows and around your light fixtures allowing the light to take on different hues. Purples, blues, and golds filled the space, casting patterned shadows over the walls.

“Wow, kid. Nice place. You do all this yourself?”, Jiraiya let out a low whistle, impressed with your home making skills already.

“Mhm,” you nodded, setting your bag down on your dining table.

You moved to undo the buttons of your coat, when you felt his hands slip around you from behind, his chest was right up against your back, his head stooped down to speak in your ear.

“Please, allow me.”, his fingers were quick to undo your buttons, moving smoothly up your lapels and sliding the jacket off of your shoulders, leaving them bare and chilled with excitement.

His smell of jasmine filled your space, you felt intoxicated with him already. His lips brushed the shell of your ear, then the juncture of your jaw and neck, then the side of your throat. You bit back a moan along with the urge to lean your head back against his chest.

“Are you trying to get out of signing my book?” You teased as his hand began to circle your waist.

He laughed, it shocked you a bit. The usually booming laugh, subdued and hot against your ear. He knew just how to play you. You turned to face him, stepping back slightly, not so subtly trying to regain your footing.

“Of course not,” Jiraiya smiled down at you, his large hands still in your waist, “you keep it next to your bed?”

You pushed his chest slightly, “you wish.”

You pulled out of his grasp and moved to a low bookshelf in your modest seating area, you had to bend over to retrieve it. You heard him suck in some air as you did so. Finally pulling the bound text from your shelf, you stood again and faced him. A blush crept up your face, you realized you had dogeared a few pages, which reminded you that you had actually made notes in a few margins. Maybe you liked this book a bit more than you let on. He noticed too, taking the book from you and opening to the first page.

“You have a pen?” He moved to sit cross legged on your floor over the coffee table.

You grabbed a writing utensil from your desk drawer and offered it to him, loving to sit next to him.

“Ah ah,” he tutted, hiding the book, “no peeking.”

You rolled your eyes and sat across from him instead. You watched him carefully as he thought of what to write, and with a devilish glint in his eye, started scribbling his autograph. He was taking longer than should be necessary for his name.

“You’re not writing something dirty in there, are you?” You tease, sliding your foot under the table to nudge his crossed leg..

“I already did, that’s why you like it so much.” He flirted back instantly, not even slightly shaken by your contact. He was clearly in his element.

Finally when he had finished his escription, he read over his own words. Giggling to himself, he brought the book up and mimed a kiss against the page, before blowing on it softly, to dry the ink.

“There you go, gorgeous. One of a kind.” He closed the book and set it on the table with his hand still over it, inviting you to try to take it from him.

You took the bait and reached over, he slid it just out of reach, “Almost.”

You got the game. Sliding around the table, you now were next to him, your hand fit next to his, fingers intertwining on the bound leather. You moved your body up his, with him seated and you on your knees, you were finally eye to eye with him. He watched you closely, pupils blown in excitement. You moved to sit on his lap, finally in a full embrace. He was so wide, it was hard to fully straddle him, but you managed. You could feel him getting hard underneath you, too many layers separated you from him. You could feel how wet you had gotten from the back and forth of tonight. You wanted him so bad. His large, delicious body, his experience, his charisma. It had all drawn you in. His hands moved from the table, abandoning the book and over slid your hips, then up your back and down again. The sensation was soothing and also titillating.

You felt yourself dampen further, and your breath increase. You moved your arms around his neck, leaning closer and closer, you could feel the tie that held his long hair back and you pulled until it came loose, allowing his white hair to fall freely. Your lips were so close to his, you could smell sake on his breath, you could feel his heart beating under you.

“Jiraiya?”, your lips were nearly against his as you spoke his name.

“Yes, gorgeous?”, His big hands squeezed your hips, keeping your firm against his clothed erection.

“Are you going to kiss me? Or are you going to make me beg you for it.” You looked at him under your lashes, catching his eye just in time to see him shudder a bit.

“All you had to do was ask.” He caught your lips in his, his hands on your hips pulling you closer to him.

His lips were so soft, but his kiss was so hard and passionate. His tongue immediately slipped between your lips, quickly mapping the inside of your mouth. He had the faintest taste of smoke, probably a pipe or cigarette from earlier in the night. His hands moved through his hair, tugging lightly, making him moan against your mouth.

“Such a pretty girl,” he mumbled between hot, wet kisses, “you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

Feeling emboldened by his praise, you moved one hand between your joined hips to stroke his hardened dick, “I think I have a pretty good idea.”

His hips bucked at your touch, a half moan-half laugh sputtering from his lips. He cursed and pulled at the back of your shirt, removing it quickly. His hands were rough against your skin, decades of both training and writing causing his palms and fingers to callus. Your skin was so soft by juxtaposition, smooth and even, plump and vibrant. He removed your bra skillfully, your breasts spilling out for him to quickly latch his mouth onto.

You moaned, throwing your head back, “Master Jiraiya!”

He could barely hear you, he was completely immersed in how good it felt to have your bare chest in front of him, against his lips, against his tongue. He flicked his skilled tongue over your nipple, pulling back to watch it harden and peak.

“You’ve got such great tits, baby. Such a pretty thing for me.” He kissed up the side of your neck.

You were rocking your hips against his, trying desperately to pull more of those shocked moans from him in the process. Your hands moved under his tunic, unknotting the tie and pulling the sides apart. His chest was so broad, a large star shaped scar bloomed from the center outward. You had hooked up with shinobi before, you were familiar with the combat scars and various bruises to be found on their bodies. But this was unlike anything you had ever seen. It was expansive, and evidently distracting, as you had stopped your grinding to gawk at the large healed wound.

“Thought girls liked scars.” He joked.

You ran your hand down his chest, fingers exploring the topography of muscle and scar tissue.

“I do.” You leaned down to kiss the side of his neck, hand traveling further down to his hip bone and further to undo the tie of his pants.

“You work fast, honey.” He bit his lip trying to cover the moan your eager touch pulled from him.

You moved off his lap, now pulling his trousers along with you as you moved down his body, “worried you can’t keep up, old man?”

This struck something in him. Something competitive and cocky. Before you realized it he had you up on the couch, and he was kneeling between your legs.

“I hope you don’t mind if this old man takes a turn first?” He growled holding your hips in place as you tried to figure out just how he had moved you so quickly.

His hands pulled at the top of your skirt, undoing the zipper on the side and sliding it down your legs.

“It only feels fair after I so graciously gave you my autograph free of charge.” He removed your skirt completely, leaving you only in your red panties.

You were so wet already, the panties were sticking to you. You wanted them off so bad, you wanted him so bad. His hands ran up your thighs, Jiraiya delighting in the hot, smooth skin of a young woman writing under his touch. You were so gorgeous, a beautiful body, a beautiful face, charming and intelligent. He had no idea how he had gotten so lucky. You were looking at him so desperately, he could see how badly you wanted him. And if he wasn’t sure from your eyes and your words, you were practically dripping onto your own couch in front of him. He couldn’t wait any longer, he had to taste you for himself. Jiraiya leaned forward and took the front of your panties between his teeth, pulling them down, using his hands to roll the flimsy fabric off of your legs. A practiced move he had perfected over years, but never failed him.

Watching him remove your panties with his teeth had you moaning before he ever touched your aching pussy. He watched you gasp in awe and arch your back, body begging him to pleasure you. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. He slid your panties in his back pocket for later. He knew he was a pervert, but he couldn’t help himself.

Finally, with nothing separating him from your sex, Jiraiya moved your legs over his shoulder and pressed forward, giving you a long, languid lick all the way up your slit.

His tongue was devilish; skilled and wicked. Strong hands keeping your thighs in place as he devoured you. You couldn’t stop the wanton moans that spilled from you like a waterfall, he had barely started and you were already whimpering and pulling at his hair.

“Baby you taste so good, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop. How many do you think you can take?” You could barely hear him through the sound of him lapping at your dripping pussy.

He was talking about his fingers, thick and waiting to push inside of you. They were bigger than yours, bigger than anyone’s you had been with, and fuck you wanted them inside of you.

“Two. Two. Fuck, Jiraiya, please.” You begged him, needing more and more from him despite how good you already felt.

He pushed his first two fingers inside of you, tongue still slurping around your clit. Feeling him spread you open, you felt the white hot build up of orgasm approaching. Your voice was giving you away, panting moans, barely intelligible curses mixed with his name. You tugged at his hair, paying no kind to if it hurt him or not. He certainly wasn’t stopping, nor was he complaining. He was too drunk off of your taste. He hooked his fingers inside of you, deliciously hitting your g spot.

You nearly went blind with pleasure. You were cumming before you even realized how close it was. Not only cumming, but squirting. Gushing around his fingers and into his waiting mouth. He drank from you, everything you had. Leaving you a well pleasured, panting mess above him. The heels of your feet had dug into his shoulders so hard he may bruise. But tomorrow if he woke up with any mark of you left on him, he would be a happy man. Finally detaching his mouth from your puffy, spent pussy, Jiraiya sat back on his heels, watching you carefully, licking his fingers clean.

“Ever done that before?” He grinned cockily, your squirt still dripping down his chin onto his neck.

You watched him take great pride in cleaning his fingers of your cum, “once or twice.” You told him.

“Think I can make you do it again?” He leaned over you, his hands finding your waist again, pulling you forward, against the front of his barely done pants.

You shuddered at the thought. You had read his books, you were familiar with his proclivity toward having the heroines orgasm again and again, until they were begging for mercy. You had always assumed it was fiction, and that couldn’t, shouldn’t reflect on the desires and skills of the author. But the way he watched you as you came undone for him, the way he looked down at you now, you knew it was autobiographical.

He wiped a sweaty strand of hair from your forehead, tucking it behind your ear before leaning down to kiss you again. This kiss was softer than before, he cupped your face sweetly, not tugging and pulling you into him, but holding you firm and steady against his lips. You kissed him back, finally feeling grounded in your body again. He tasted like you, you were sure you tasted like him too. The experience of letting someone’s taste overpower your own was at times more sensual and pleasurable than the act of sex itself.

Your hands moved over his back, feeling the strong muscle, the divots and grooves of his body. Your eager hands moved to remove his pants, and he joined the effort, stripping himself completely before you. He joined you on the couch, kneeling between your legs, still kissing you. You felt his hardened length hot against you, sliding up and down your slit, he reveled in the fruits of his previous labor.

“Please Jiraiya, please.” You whimpered against his kisses, reaching down to stroke him.

He was diamond hard in your hand, long, and thick. Of course he was, of course this literary Casanova had the personal equipment to back it up. You could feel his heartbeat pulsing through his erection. You ran your thumb beneath his foreskin to pull the precum from him and coat your hand to lubricate his length. Jiraiya shuddered and lifted you back onto the couch again, joining you and slotting himself between your legs. Your lips were hot against his, spit and moans exchanged in between sloppy kisses. His thick, white hair shielded you from the light in the room, blocking out everything else but him. He reached down to join your hand on his length, his eyes meeting yours to confirm consent. You nodded again, rocking your hips against the head of his cock. You moved your hands to his shoulders. Jiraiya’s thumbs spread your folds apart for him to release a string of spit onto you. Spreading the lubrication of his spit and your previous release along his length and your slitc he started to inch himself into you.

You couldn’t help the arch that your back curved into. Nor could you stop the mewl that escaped you. Jiraiya groans above you, pushing deeper. Your vision went white as he packed his inches into you. You clawed at his muscles, whimpering as he filled you.

“I know, baby. Almost there.”, he cooed, smoothing your hair.

You squirmed at his depth, how he stretched you out, how he mashed against the wall of your cervix.

“Relax, baby. Let me in, it’s okay.” He kissed your cheeks where you had scrunched up your face.

You breathed deeply, trying desperately to relax your tensed muscles. Just as you would release slightly, he would push further and you would clench around him again. Finally after much stopping and starting, he bottomed out inside of you. His hips meeting the backs of your legs, your calves over his shoulders, and your fingers gripping his shoulders.

“Jiraiya…fuck…you’re so deep.” You trembled against him.

Jiraiya panted above you, running his hand up your leg soothingly. You were holding him so tight, he was struggling to keep from fucking into you further.

“Let me know when I can move, sweetness.” He pressed a sweet kiss to the ball of your ankle, petting your leg again.

After finally accommodating his size, you nodded. He pulled back carefully to the head of his cock before sliding into you again. He began an even thrusting pace, he rocked his hips against your sweet spot inside of you. You couldn’t help the broken, nasty sounds that fell from your lips. He was setting your body ablaze with pleasure. His head fell back as he maintained his rhythm, letting out a lazy, delicious moan. You felt electric, like all the energy in your body had illuminated and was glowing. His hands traveled from your thighs to your hips to your breasts and back again. You felt as though he was unstitching your every piece, taking you apart at the atomic level. And it was marvelous, his touch was practiced and methodical, he knew just how to touch and to please you. You couldn’t control the begging pleas that spilled from you.

“Raiya, please, yes, fuck, oh” in repetition again and again.

He was similarly babbling, “yes baby, so tight, so good, good girl.”

Your sweat transferred to his skin, and vice versa, when he finally leaned over you, closing you in against the couch, you couldn’t help but keen to kiss him again. His big, strong hand pulled your hip up to meet his thrusts, and you helped him, fucking yourself up into him. Your bodies worked in perfect sync, meeting his thrusts, him moving his fingers in between your bodies to circle your swollen clit. Your voice raised in pitch, eyes rolling back as he played you like a fiddle. You had no idea earlier in the night how incredible he would be.

You felt yourself inching so close to climaxing, and you made it clear.

“Please Jiraiya, please!” You begged

“You wanna cum, pretty girl?” He smiled, pushing deeper into you, making you arch further.

“Yes! Fuck yes please. Let me cum!”

“Cum all over this cock. Make a mess for me, baby.” He choked out, circling your clit and sucking into your neck.

He pushed harder into you, the combination of his cock and fingers finally bringing you to your desperate, whimpering, squirting climax. You coated his cock and abdomen in your cum, he shuddered against you trying to keep his pace as he reached his own orgasm.

“Fuck!” Jiraiya cried out slamming himself against your g spot, finally letting his release take him.

You could feel his cock pulse, shooting his long streams of cum inside of you, painting your walls white. Jiraiya collapsed his full weight onto you, which was not insignificant, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You stroked his fluffy, white hair as he caught his breath atop you. He pressed lazy, hot kisses to your neck, collarbone and chest as he caught his breath. Minutes passed with you two locked into this embrace. Finally the weight of his body was too much, and you tapped on his shoulder, urging him to sit up. He did, pulling you up with him, having you straddle his lap so he could stay sheathed inside of you. He stroked your back, still kissing your neck occasionally. You slumped against his broad chest, feeling spent, he let his head rest against the back of your couch. When he had finally caught his breath, he tipped his head back down, holding your face in his hands, and kissed you deeply. His tongue smoothed against yours, tasting your exhaustion. He moved your hair out of your face, and looked into your eyes.

You finally found your words, “I better not read about this.”

“If you think I’m not using this as research, I hate to disappoint you…” Jiraiya laughed heartily, holding you closer.

You kissed him again, laughing against his lips. You luxuriated in his touch, his warmth, and his kiss.

Sure enough, about nine months later when his most recent book was released you rushed to the local bookstore. You found there was a dedication at the beginning reading simply.

For Cherry, Page 73.

You quickly flipped to the listed page and found the beginning of a deliciously flowery sex scene, one where the protagonist picks up a waitress and spoils her the exact way Jiraiya had done to you.

You couldn’t hide the blushing smile. That bastard.

Okay y’all thanks so much for reading! I hope y’all enjoyed! I’m nasty feral for this big bad man.

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Sana X M Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst(?), Light Smut

WC: 4,664

Chapter 6: Bringing the Truth to Light

Sana--

Sana was once again left alone in the office, you have already gone out to prepare for an operation. It's not like it is a bad thing, Sana understood that you always prefer operations rather than being stuck inside your office doing paperwork, and operations you have many due to the still unchanging way the senior doctors treat you. Today was no different, she has said a silent prayer, hoping your little adventure will not affect your skills in the operating table. However, the prayer was done half-heartedly because Sana trusts your wizardry and skills. It's just that she could not discount any possibility so she said that prayer nonetheless.

Of course she is smiling, that quick and hot sex on your desk was something she did not imagine happening but ended up loving it. Sana realized she has a thing for that kind, the thrill of being caught greatly turns her on. She's already looking forward to the next one.

But before her thoughts completely occupied her mind, she caught herself, halting all mental impressions. She could not believe she let her brain wander off to those kinds of ideas. It's not like it is wrong or anything improper, you're both old enough. It was just that Sana thought it should not be something she fantasizes about always that she'll even consider herself a slut; or maybe she is already. She focused back on her task, some documents needed for a patient's operation. She hoped it would be enough to suppress any other kind of thoughts.

"Hello good afternoon!" The voice of an elderly man was heard. It broke the silence between Sana's thoughts and the emptiness of the room. She didn't even hear the door opening.

The man is well dressed, respectable and confident. His age could not hide his good looks. His posture exudes experience but Sana noticed his eyes are full of sadness. There's also a hint of familiarity Sana could not put her finger on.

"Hello Sir, good afternoon. How can I help you?" Sana knew that there were no scheduled consultations for you this afternoon. No one was expected to come.

"Is Doctor (LN) here?"

"Unfortunately he currently has an operation, it's a long one too. May I know what your business is with Doc (LN) sir? So that I can properly assist you?"

"I just want to talk to him." The man replied. Sana noticed disappointment, or perhaps sadness. She didn't know what it was exactly.

"If it's for medical purposes, I can schedule a consultation for you sir. Doc (LN) doesn't entertain walk-ins unfortunately."

"I'm his father."

Sana's jaw dropped, she obviously did not expect to meet your father like this. Ever since she saw the lone picture on your desk, Sana concluded that you look so much like your mom. However, looking at the man in front of her she could not deny that Sana can see you in him. Now, the sense of familiarity has been answered. It was you all along. His eyes mirrored yours, just like when you're afraid. A man who is suffering and lost.

Until now, Sana knew little about your father. That little mostly consists of bad ones too so she didn't know how to act. Here's a man full of emotions and vulnerability masked in that false sense of confidence. From the painted picture on her head, she thought your father was this heartless cheating person. Maybe this is all just a front, all for show. Then she realized, your father is so much just like you. Afraid and completely misunderstood. At least Sana hoped that's the case.

"Do you want to wait for him sir? He'll be back late I'm afraid."

"No, I think I'll just go. Kindly give this to him." He handed Sana a business card. "Tell him to call me."

"I'll make sure to tell Doc (LN) that you came by sir." Sana bowed her head as she waited for your father to close the door behind him. The whole encounter felt off and weird, in the back of her mind she wanted to introduce herself as your girlfriend. However the circumstance is not the best, Sana knew about you and your father's relationship. It's not good to put it simply. She's now facing a dilemma, will she try to help bridge the gap of your relationship? Or she'll just stay out of it? In the end she abandoned that train of thought, Sana will worry about it later. There are paperwork waiting for her attention.

When all the work was done, Sana stretched and tried to look for a past time. It's still another hour before her end of shift. Going out to talk to Jihyo or Dahyun is not an option at the moment, they are still with you in the operating room. She somehow smiled at the idea that nobody knows except Tzuyu about your relationship, well not yet at least. From the looks of it, you are not planning on telling them and Sana was completely sold on that idea too. You both will just let them think whatever they want to think about the two of you. She resigned her head in her arms on top of her desk, eyes fixed on something without really looking. Then, it blurred and went out of focus.

Sana felt something poking her cheeks, it was an inconvenience so she tried to swat it away. It worked for a bit, until she felt it again; this time it was pinching. Then it hit her, she fell asleep while taking a quick break. She hastily lifted her head up only to see you smiling, beaming like a fool.

"Why are you still here?"

"I waited for you." Sana tried to capitalize on the opportunity, even though it's not really that true.

"It would have been awesome if that's the case, but I know it isn't." You obviously seen right through her. "Fix your hair Sana, I'll take you home."

"Sana? Am I just Sana now?" She was acting all sad and disappointed. She knew she'll win eventually.

Then in a blink of an eye your face is on the level of Sana's face. She did her best not to flinch or even blink but ultimately failed, her eyes involuntarily closed as your face got closer and closer. She waited for a kiss, the anticipation is killing her. Her heart beats each time the clock ticks, waiting but it didn't come. When she opened her eyes, you are now at your desk fixing your stuff to go home.

"Let's go."

Sana fixed herself and her things without saying a word. You didn't even wait to open the door for her and chose to wait outside instead. She got sultry and mad, sensitive to the things that you should do but did not. When she emerged from the door, she didn't hide her disappointment and continued to be silent; hoping that you would notice. The lack of conversation continued throughout the whole ride down the elevator, needless to say it stoked Sana's exasperation further.

"Is something wro-" Sana's sentence was cut off as she felt your hands slide on hers, holding it gently and firm. There's a sense of assurance and ownership in the contact of your hands. The feeling of how it fits perfectly is something she could not explain. The anger and disappointment now long forgotten, dissipated like it was not there to begin with.

The elevator door opened. Sana was surprised when she saw the whole lobby of the ground floor, she was expecting to see the basement where your car is. She felt her hand get tugged as you stepped out the elevator into the busy hall.

"Doc, everyone will see." Sana was obviously talking about the hand holding.

"Do you care about what everyone will say? I don't." You sounded soft and reassuring.

"I don't think I do either, but are you sure?" Sana could not meet her boyfriend's eyes.

"Do you want me to let go?"

Sana shook her head in response.

"Let's go then."

Both of you continued to walk towards the hospital's main exit, across a valley of people; hospital staff, patients and families. Sana could already feel the attention you are getting.

"I thought we were heading down the basement Doc?"

"Let's grab something to eat first."

Sana nodded, her lips pressed in a straight line as her cheeks protruded like a hamster chewing a sunflower seed. She got really conscious of all the eyes, some adoration, others straight up judging.

"I'm sorry I teased you earlier, you're way too cute sulking."

Without thinking, Sana slapped your shoulders. It was not hard but enough to be felt. She regretted that action immediately as more eyes looked towards your direction. Feeling sheepish, she could not do anything but lower her head.

Next thing she knew, you pulled her closer and wrapped one arm around that landed on the waist.

"Chin up baby, you're beautiful. You're the envy of everyone here."

Sana let out a soft sigh. So much for keeping things private, now everyone in the hospital will know. Although, deep inside her heart was dancing in joy. It seems like you let butterflies roamed around her stomach.

Reader --

You’re taking an unusual afternoon off work. You’re somehow sitting in a coffee shop, waiting. The patience is starting to wear really thin, time is of so much value to you. Fortunately, before all that patience ran out your father arrived. You now start to question why you agreed to meet him. If it was not for your girlfriend, you swear you will never do this. She persuaded you that night you two had dinner after your father took a visit. She can be really persuasive, she argued that it will be good for you and your father to reconcile. You obviously gave in to what she wanted, you knew she would not let you off the hook until you concede. Besides, her intention was pure and you love her for it. It is just you thought things are fine the way it is. But here you are sitting across from your father. Things started on a bad note, it was clear to see. You are already in a foul mood because he could not make it in time, even if it was just more or less ten minutes late.

“I’m sorry I am late.”

“You should hurry then, you can’t make up for lost time.” That was as cold as it possibly could be.

“Thank you by the way for agreeing to talk to me.” Your father cleared his throat when his words almost got stuck while he said it.

“I suggest you get to the point Mr. (LN). You don’t have much time.”

Your father straightened himself up. He tried to compose himself, shocked was written on his face upon realizing you don’t even call him father anymore.

“Look (YN), I’m sorry for everything. I know I have done so many wrong things and there is nothing that I can say to justify those. I’m just deeply sorry.”

You can see tears starting to fall. It was the first time you saw your father cry.

“Don’t you think it’s too late for that? We’ve already made it without you. We have survived even though you were not there when we needed you the most. You were not even there at Mom’s funeral. She was your wife.” As much as you tried to hold back emotions, it was impossible to hold it all. Some will just slip through.

“I know that was wrong of me, I could not bring myself to visit her after causing her so much heartache.”

You want to confront him with every single pain and suffering you experienced. You want to let him know how bad a father he really is. But you realized it was no use.

“What’s all this for then? Why the sudden change of heart? You still have your business working out for you. I don’t see this to be about money.”

“I’m getting old, my son. It took me too long to mature enough to own up to my mistakes. I just want to apologize and build the bridges I once burnt.” You somehow saw complete genuineness in his eyes.

“You know I have so many things that I kept for myself that I want to rub in your face, but I won’t. That is because I can see in your eyes that you’re being true. I could not say for certain though. I can’t say I can forgive you just yet, but all I can say is I don’t hate you; not anymore.”

Your father nodded as he heard your words. He took a deep breath, you didn't know if it was relief or disappointment.

“If you want to really apologize, not with me but with your daughter. You don’t know how much pain and suffering you’ve caused her. She grew up without even knowing the love of a parent. I’ll give her your number, it’s completely up to her what she does with it.”

You stood up thinking the conversation is done. He said his apologies and you have said your share of words as well. There’s no more point to loiter around.

“Thank you for taking care of Tzuyu, you have all the reasons to hate her after all that has happened.” He held your arms to stop you from leaving before he could say his thanks.

“I do not blame her for your mistake. And she is a sweet young woman, but strong and feisty too.” You sat back in your seat which surprised your father.

“Tell me the truth about Tzuyu.” You looked at your father’s face dead on. It was not a request but a command. It was your chance to know the truth. You did not care with it before because you knew it would not change anything. Still the truth was always on the background, waiting for it to be told. You have with you the man who can tell the story first hand so you have all the right to be curious and finally bring it to light.

He once again cleared his throat.

“If you really want to know, I guess you deserve the truth.”

“Tzuyu’s mother is a Taiwanese woman I had an affair with. I frequently went to Taiwan those times for some business trips. I know it was a mistake but at that time it didn’t feel like it. Maybe that’s just how it is when you justify yourself. She took care of me in those times, I feel loved especially when me and your mother had it rough fighting. Then she got pregnant, and I feared for my reputation. I could not leave the baby alone so I asked your mother if I could bring Tzuyu home, to make it look like we adopted a baby since we could not make another after you. Your mother agreed at first after I promised her that I’ll be straight and fix our marriage.”

You could see him tried to gather strength to continue the story.

“I absolutely did not expect what happened next, seeing the baby for herself in person I didn’t know it would drive your mother to her limits. I think you know the rest. I want to stop right there.”

“Yes, I clearly know the rest.” You do, at least the one told from your perspective.

You stood up again and bowed, in a sense that’s the biggest form of respect you can give him for now. He did not hold you this time and you were free to walk towards the exit. You thought, at least some things made a bit more sense now. You finally have an explanation why you and Tzuyu don’t have any resemblance, her Taiwanese blood was stronger than your father’s. Still, it doesn’t change the fact that your father cheated and had his affairs. At least all that brought Tzuyu in your life, a sister you hold most dear. Only time will tell if you can completely forgive your father, but it’s a good start. You ultimately thought about your girlfriend. If not for her and her unchallenged will to have you talk with your father, all that would not have happened. Sana has really been an angel for you.

Sana --

It was inevitable for the news to spread that you and Sana are dating after what happened a few days back. Thankfully all the talks have died down except for the teasing Sana is still experiencing from the rest of the of your team especially Dahyun and Jihyo. They could not ask you directly so they bombarded Sana with questions. Each one of them was genuinely happy at least so Sana just let them inquire and answer them with the safest answers until they too got tired of asking.

Sitting in the office, Sana was wrapping up her tasks. You are off work that afternoon to talk to your dad. Both of you planned to spend the rest of the afternoon together so she will just wait for you to fetch her.

The door swung open and Sana was kind of confused why you're back early. Maybe the conversation didn't end well. However, when the person finally stepped inside it was Hirai Momo and not you.

"Hi Sana!"

"Hi!" Confused and wondering what is happening.

"What's with the face? Is (YN) here?"

Sana recalled what her Japanese friend tried to do with you, and now she just casually called your name like that. Sana was ready to snap back.

"I think you forgot there's a Doctor there somewhere." Sana smiled, controlling her emotions.

"Your boyfriend is hot, I tell you that."

"I know! I am asking you to stop seducing him Momo."

"Alright Ms. Possessive. Good thing we're friends."

"I'm sorry I ran away from your brother." Sana sighed. She felt a bit of guilt looking at Momo.

"Why are you apologizing? It's your life and I respect your decision. I envy you in fact. Having the guts to do all of this." Momo sat comfortably on the couch.

Sana did not know how to respond to the sudden emotional shift of conversation.

"It's funny how you ran away from the attention back home, while me trying my best to have my parent's attention. That's why it's fun seducing other people's boyfriends, it fills all that attention I am craving. You know that right?" Momo's mischievous smile returned.

"Yup I know Momo. I always tell you that it's wrong but I know I'll never be able to stop you. Just not my boyfriend okay?"

"Sure whatever Sana! I'm just here to say goodbye. I'll be going back to Japan later today."

"What's the business with this hospital by the way?" Sana found her opportunity to ask.

"To be honest I don't know much, I'm just here to arrange meetings with our hospital and this hospital's heads. Let me warn you though, I think your father was the one who started the plan."

Sana's jaw dropped. She knew her father and there is a big possibility that she is one of the reasons for the plan. It worries her but she decided to not overthink yet.

The door swung open yet again interrupting her worries. What she saw calmed her down, a face she long to see; an aura she always missed when not around.

"Who do we have here? Hello Ms. Hirai." You greeted Momo, all proper and professional.

Sana acknowledged your smile by returning a sweet smile of her own.

"Hi Doc, I'm here to say goodbye. I'll be going back to Japan."

"Oh really? Wrapped up your business already?"

"Yes all except one but your girlfriend here cock-blocked me already. It's a pleasure meeting you though." Momo extended her hand for a shake.

Momo came closer to Sana and gave her a quick hug. Sana was happy to know that she and Momo are still friends after all that has happened. She watched her walked outside the office after she said her final goodbyes. When her Japanese friend was completely gone, she immediately shifted her attention to you who was already rushing to her side and wrapped her to a hug. You both just stood there for a minute or two, it was obvious to Sana that both of you have things to share. Savouring every moment of that embrace, she felt peace. Sana told herself everything will be fine, she'll deal with her father when the time comes.

"I see you and Momo are still good friends. Did you talk about what she did to me?" You broke the silence but stayed with the hug.

"I just know her that well, besides I have full trust in you." She halfly lied, it was not entirely true. She also knew you'll see right through her statement.

"I'm just glad you talked it out." Sana felt a kiss in the forehead after what you said.

"Speaking of talking it out, how was your conversation with your father?"

"Short version, it went well. Long version, it went better than expected."

Sana felt relieved. It was her idea in the first place and she kind of forced you into it. It could have gone wrong but it didn't. It made her happy. She looked at your face and saw satisfaction. You are staring right back at her.

"It's all because of you. Thanks for pushing me to do it."

"What did I tell you? But I want details (YN)!"

Both of you laughed at her remarks. Sana was all ears as you share all that you learned. She too shared your sentiments and completely understood your decision. After all, it was not a light matter. At the end of the day, it worked out and at least the wounds will now start to really heal.

Reader--

"Cook for me!"

She answered promptly when you asked her what she wanted. You expected something like a movie date or visit a park, but she opted to be inside. In all honesty, you love the idea too. The thought of spending the afternoon together regardless of the whats and wheres is awesome in and of itself. Add in all the possibilities of freely doing what you want in the equation, it's an opportunity you would not even dare to miss.

You should have started to cook by now, if not for your girlfriend directly in front of you wanting all attention.

"How will I cook if you are going to stand there, baby?" You tilted your head inquisitively while you asked.

“You have to find a way.” Her beautiful eyes sparkling and full of intention. You knew what she meant.

“Damn Sana, what have I done to you?”

All she did in response was chuckled, cute but at the same time full of anticipation to the things that will unfold. You closed the proximity with a kiss in which she welcomed with enthusiasm. Sana raised her hands and wrapped them on the back of your head, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. The sound of the interlocking lips started to get sloppy, the tongues joined the fray. The need grew stronger and stronger. The urge to touch, the ought to break all self-control was all hanging in the balance.

“I’m so horny, (YN). Fuck!”

Then it snapped, that was the blade that cut all restraints. You let your hand wander her clothed body. Touching, having a feel and ultimately lost in the maze of lust. The idea of touching her skin bare was killing you, so you started to undo the buttons of her top. It almost felt like opening a present, and maybe it is; wrapped and waiting. With her help, you peeled off her articles of clothing except for the underwear. Loving her body was a complete understatement, you think you are crazy over it.

“Fuck Sana, you’re so sexy.” The words escaped your lips.

Your words stoked her confidence. It was not like you are the only one having all the fun, Sana was quick to remove your belt and unhook your pants. She kissed you and did not took her eyes off as she moved down to free your manhood. In the back of your mind, you already knew what she was going to do.

“I want to do this.” Sana grabbed the base of your dick, gave it a few pumps. It was already hard from your make out session but you felt it being harder still.

Then your body tensed and flinched due to the sudden pleasure. Sana gave your tip a lick before putting it all in her mouth. It was your first time receiving a blowjob from your girlfriend and all you can do was threw your head backwards to enjoy the sensation. She was good at it, the scene of her angelic face doing lewd stuffs made the deed more sinful. You fixed the messy strands of her orange hair, not wanting them to get in the way. She was all for it, slathering your length with saliva and massaged you balls for an extra layer of pleasure.

“I’m going to cum soon if you keep doing that.”

“I’ll let you cum in my mouth if that’s what you want, but you have to fuck me first.” Sana’s naughty side completely took over.

You pinned her to the kitchen top, back towards you. In one quick stroke, you unclasped her bra and threw in on the floor. Pulling her close, you hugged her from behind and reached out to massage her tits. The size of your hands matched the size of her breasts perfectly, giving you a handful. Her bare skin smooth and creamy, it was too much to process everything.

“You're mine." You whispered in her ears.

"Use me baby! I'm all yours."

As your dick slowly entered her waiting clit, you both moan in wordless pleasure. Satisfaction clearly written on your faces, like having to find your bed after a long day. Finding the proper rhythm, Sana melted into a one fucking mess. It was new to see your girlfriend completely lose herself in sex, feral to the core. You didn't want to fail her so you increased your pace, your thrust became more pronounced fucking up to the hilt.

"Oh my God! Please don't stop (YN), I'm cumming. Shit. Please!"

In one prolonged moan, she rode her high, tipping her toes in the process. But before she could finally rest, you reminded her of where you want to cum. She immediately took to her knees and gave you a blowjob again. You didn't last long, every bit of your cum exploded in her mouth. You have seen her struggle to swallow it all which you found you funny. The highs inevitably expired that leave you sweating and in a complete mess.

“I didn’t tell you to swallow it.” You are still amused looking at her.

“They made it looks easy in videos.” She tried to reason herself which made you laugh even more, she even made to point of watching porn.

“I fucking love you Orange!” Even you could not explain how the scenes after your sex was as wholesome as it can get if you disregard the lack of clothes.

“I love you too!” She leaned her head on your chest. “I found about it in your phone by the way. Orange. I love it.”

Your question was solved now at least, not that it really matters if it was left unanswered. Then a phone rang in the background disturbing your moment. Sana ran towards it after realizing that it was hers. It was kind of funny seeing her run naked, but all that fun was immediately cut off when you saw her face changed. Fear was evident as she answered the phone.

“Is anything wrong?”

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A/N: Just a light smut for this one, I just want to progress the story. Thanks for taking the time to read as always.

#twice #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #twice sana #minatozaki sana

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walkswithmyfather · 10 months

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John 4:7‭-‬30. “A woman of Samaria came to draw water. “Give Me a drink,” Jesus said to her, for His disciples had gone into town to buy food. “How is it that You, a Jew, ask for a drink from me, a Samaritan woman? ” she asked Him. For Jews do not associate with Samaritans. Jesus answered, “If you knew the gift of God, and who is saying to you, ‘Give Me a drink,’ you would ask Him, and He would give you living water.” “Sir,” said the woman, “You don’t even have a bucket, and the well is deep. So where do You get this ‘living water’? You aren’t greater than our father Jacob, are You? He gave us the well and drank from it himself, as did his sons and livestock.”

Jesus said, “Everyone who drinks from this water will get thirsty again. But whoever drinks from the water that I will give him will never get thirsty again — ever! In fact, the water I will give him will become a well of water springing up within him for eternal life.” “Sir,” the woman said to Him, “give me this water so I won’t get thirsty and come here to draw water.” “Go call your husband,” He told her, “and come back here.” “I don’t have a husband,” she answered. “You have correctly said, ‘I don’t have a husband,’ ” Jesus said. “For you’ve had five husbands, and the man you now have is not your husband. What you have said is true.” “Sir,” the woman replied, “I see that You are a prophet. Our fathers worshiped on this mountain, yet you Jews say that the place to worship is in Jerusalem.”

Jesus told her, “Believe Me, woman, an hour is coming when you will worship the Father neither on this mountain nor in Jerusalem. You Samaritans worship what you do not know. We worship what we do know, because salvation is from the Jews. But an hour is coming, and is now here, when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth. Yes, the Father wants such people to worship Him. God is spirit, and those who worship Him must worship in spirit and truth.

The woman said to Him, “I know that Messiah is coming” (who is called Christ ). “When He comes, He will explain everything to us.” “I am He,” Jesus told her, “the One speaking to you.” Just then His disciples arrived, and they were amazed that He was talking with a woman. Yet no one said, “What do You want? ” or “Why are You talking with her? ”

Then the woman left her water jar, went into town, and told the men, “Come, see a man who told me everything I ever did! Could this be the Messiah? ” They left the town and made their way to Him.“ (HCSB)

“Christ’s Transforming Power” By In Touch Ministries:

“Those who have a personal encounter with Christ are permanently and radically changed.”

“Ephesians 2:1-2 says that before salvation, we all are spiritually dead. But when a person places faith in Christ, he or she becomes a new creation (2 Corinthians 5:17). Nowhere is this more evident than in the life of the woman at the well, recorded for us in today’s passage.

Before Jesus came to Sychar, the Samaritan woman’s life was challenging, to say the least. She was not fully welcome in her community, as evidenced by the fact she was going to draw water during the hottest part of the day, long after others had done so. It’s easy to imagine her walking with her head down and eyes averted, hoping to get what she needed without calling attention to herself.

However, she and Jesus spoke directly—a surprising departure from cultural norms of the time—and what He revealed changed everything. After learning of the living water Christ offered, she no longer ran away from others. Instead, she went right to them to share the amazing news (vv. 28-30). What a transformation! Salvation came to her in a moment when she least expected it, and the same can be true for people in our day.”

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verxca · 4 months

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Reiner Braun X Fem!Reader

Hands Up Pt. 3 ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

Summary: Reiner gets an interesting letter, deciding to go through with the invitation ₊ ⊹

Warnings: Very slight nsfw stuff ₊ ⊹

The breeze was unusually cold this evening, causing Reiner’s skin to be plastered in goosebumps. His teeth chattered as he picked up one of the large crates. The task on its own was easy for a man of his strength, yet the unusual weather made it a bit more challenging. He bit the inside of his cheek before finally setting the large box down, all that relived tension feeling like a nice pat on the back.

He looked around at the rest of the scouts, observing kindly the friends he’d made. For just a moment, he thought back to you. He didn’t know why he would, it just happened, almost like he was hoping to spot you amongst the soldiers. He shook the unusual thought and wiped his hands, walking back to pick up the next large crate.

“Reiner.”

He heard a stern voice from behind him, one he didn’t quite recognize. He quickly turned, standing still in the soldier position. It was a higher-ranking officer, yet he couldn’t remeber their name.

The man seemed to be holding… a letter? Reiner’s brows furrowed in confusion, mind wondering with all sorts of possibilities for what this could be about.

“Sir.”

The higher up extended his arm out, offering for Reiner to take the envelope.

“A letter, for you. Not sure from who tho, we just got it earlier today.”

He explains, though this just raised even more questions in Reiner’s mind, almost worrying him a bit. He reluctantly grabbed the envelope; It wasn’t marked with any name, just saying ‘TO REINER’

Reiner looked back up to thank the soldier, yet he was already walking off, not seeming to care in the slightest. Almost excitedly, Reiner opened the letter like a kid on Christmas, though a chilling nervousness plagued the back of his mind.

Dear Reiner . . .

I couldn’t help but find your demeanour and kind personality charming, notably during our last encounter. I can’t thank you enough for sparing my life, along with the walk home. From the times i’ve spent with you, I can tell you’re a kind man. If you would ever like to meet up: Please come see me at the old tree in Trost, near the church, tomorrow at 8:00. I hope you are doing okay. Thank you.

- Love, Y/N. ♡

Reiner just stared at the writing for what felt like a minute, his heart racing in his chest. He almost didn’t belive it, a part of him wanting to underhype the excitement just in case it was a prank.

Though, he knew it was true. The wording, handwriting, it all looked genuine. It looked like it was really you who wrote it. Reiner quickly folded up the letter, stuffing it in his back pocket. He smiled.

5 minutes. Though, it felt like 20.

You patiently awaited for Reiner, conflicted thoughts and a nervous thumping in your chest. You hated this part. After all, you weren’t even certain if he was going to show up here at all. You were either right on the money, or completely missing the shot.

You fiddled with your thumbs once more, hoping the mere simple action would distract your mind like it had before. This was painful, almost. Each passing second felt like you were more and more idiotic for trusting him. 10 minutes.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice called out from behind the tree.

You almost flinched, yet your heart quickly melted as you saw Reiner standing there, a bouquet of flowers in hands and a genuine expression.

“Reiner… you came!”

You excitedly say, as he takes a seat next to you. The spot you had chosen was very dear to you, a breezy tree atop a hill. It gave you a very nice view of the town, along with the river side.

“Of course I did.” He smiles with a cocky expression.

Reiner hands you the bouquet, a small aray of what look likes violets, tulips, and lavenders. You instinctively smelt it, making Reiner grin at your pureness.

“God, these are beautiful, thank you!”

You pulled out your face from the bouquet and smiled once more, a million thoughts running through your head. Though, now that he was here, you couldn’t help but hypothesize on how this night could play out.

“Oh, no worries. A girl as pretty as you deserves ‘em”

He knew what he was doing. Your face immediately lights up red.

“Hey, no need to get all flustered. Just speaking the truth. Also, sorry I was late.”

You look at Reiner reassuringly as he expresses his concern. The evening breeze highlighted your face as you looked at him with such admiration, glistening eyes, parted lips, and a soft grip on the bouquet.

Reiner nearly couldn’t handle it. Even just sitting there, you looked so gorgeous in his eyes.

“Oh, it’s okay. I’m just glad you’re here.”

His heart breaks once more as you reveal your kindness without even trying.

“Would you like to walk around town?”

You ask, nervously awaiting his opinion on the matter.

“Of course. I’d love that.”

You smile even more that you ever have, cheeks completely flushed now. There was no turning back, and that was for the better. Reiner quickly stands up, offering you his hand to take.

His ears get a bit more red as your warm hand gently slides into his. Your skin was so soft, so delicate… He just wanted to protect you, an urge he couldn’t explain. As you both stand up, Reiner cocks his head slightly, indicating you to follow him. Without hesitation, you quickly scurry over to his side, the beautiful bouquet still in hands.

And just like that, the moon was up. It alongside the stars were the only observable thing in the night sky. It was beautiful. The moonlight shined onto your face as Reiner admired your features. You two had spent the night talking, learning more about each-other, and laughing all around town. It had gone by so fast, yet you didn’t want to go. Not yet.

He had revealed some more to you about his character to you. He discussed his affiliation with the scouts, his friends, comrades, missions, and more. Almost everything about him made you fall for him harder.

As for you, you hadn’t meantioned a lot about your affiliation with the various criminals. You felt ashamed, after all. You wanted this to be a distraction from that, and Reiner understands.

“This was really nice, Y/N.”

He adds as you both slowly stop walking. It was time to split ways for the night. You two were stood on the edge of the river bend. The water flowing made for the perfect relaxing ambience.

“It’s my pleasure, really.”

You two smiled, gazing into each-other’s eyes.

“Hey, I- Uhh… I really like you.”

Reiner states almost nervously.

“I like you too, Reiner.”

You looked up at him, innocently flushed. He watched with admiration. He really meant what he was saying, and he was hooping you did too.

There was a silence. Not an awkward one, though. A comfortable silence. You weren’t even aware till now, but both of your faces were slowly inching towards each-other. He stared at you with a half open jaw, as your eyes fluttered.

He breathed in hard before risking it all. Reiner cupped your jaw with one of his muscly hands, softly bringing your face towards his. You two share a slow, passionate kiss, almost desperately. Your heart thumped in your chest once more as your hands gently rested on his abdomen. Reiner’s muscles retracted in pleasure, he was getting too lost in the moment.

And just like that you pulled back, a breath choked. You stared at eachother as some underlying tention finally got released. You hadn’t known what had just happened, but weren’t complaining in the slightest.

Reiner suddenly takes your hands in his.

“How about I send you another letter, yeah? I want to see you again.”

You smile and nod.

“I- Yes. Okay.”

Reiner leans in once more and gently kisses your cheek. It all happened so fast, every movement, every syllable, you didn’t have time to process what all this meant.

“Take care of yourself for me, okay?”

You nodded. He pulled back and smiled one last time before walking off, as you did the same.

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ENHYPEN Series

sarang — yjw.

chapter three

summary: the love journey of you and mafia boss yang jungwon. after meeting and getting to know you, he grew in love, deeply in love that he will do anything to keep you to himself.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: contains violence, guns, killings, abuse, obsessive love & other dark stuff. if you can’t take these things, feel free to scroll away. thank you.

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“Goodmorning, boss.” Jungwon’s eyes moved from his wrist towards Injang who just greeted him. He was fixing his watch while he’s walking outside of his room when Injang talked.

He nodded and his eyes quickly turned over the direction of your room. His gaze remains as his thoughts went blank, just the thought of your sleeping face occupying it.

“What’s my schedule for today?” he asked, eyes still fixed at the same direction.

“You have a meeting today with the board-members. Also, Mr. Lim wants to meet you today.” his brows furrowed at the mention of his name.

He teared his eyes away from the direction of your room before he started walking downstairs. “Mr. Lim? Why?”

“I don’t know, Sir. But I declined it like always.”

Jungwon huffed a sigh before he nodded his head. He doesn’t know if he really wants to do business with that man and hearing him calling again, asking to meet, makes him want to go to him and shot him dead. Jungwon sighed, calming himself. He saw some of the helpers already busy doing their own stuff.

“You’ll stay, Injang.” he said as he stopped walking before he glanced over him.

Injang looked confused, “Boss?”

“I won’t leave her with nobody trustworthy.” Jungwon said seriously as his eyes then darted over the staircase.

It’s been a week ever since he took you here at his home. There was no progress. You still refuse to see him and so he settles in just seeing you by the night while you sleep soundly. He doesn’t even know how he managed.

He wanted so bad to go and check on you. Maybe see you before he goes to work for today but that’s impossible. You might be awake by now and he doesn’t want to pressure you. It takes time. He clenched his jaw as he fights the strong urge of seeing you.

“I understand, boss.” Jungwon snapped his head towards Injang when he said that.

He nodded once, “You can try to take her out of her room today. Just be careful.”

Injang saw how the mixture of strictness and softness mixed through Jungwon’s eyes. The strict was meant for him while the softness was meant for you, and only for you. Injang nodded his head before Jungwon clapped his shoulder and turned his back to go walk outside.

He saw him off together with some of his men to go at his first appointment for today. Jungwon turned his head towards your room from upstairs and saw that the curtains of your room was moved to the side, it seems like you’re awake already. His eyes remains for a couple of seconds before he sighed and get inside his car.

On the other hand, you carefully peeked through the curtains, trying to check if he’s still looking. You moved the curtains in want of sunlight when suddenly, you saw him going outside from the mansion. Fear instantly get to you and you quickly hides through the curtains. He seems to be leaving again today. The only difference is this is the first time you actually get off the bed to do something. You were too scared the past days that you’ve been here. You can’t even get out of the bed and often just went crazy every morning like as if something will change if you continue misbehaving.

It always worked before. The people who bought you before usually gives up after a day or two but as far as you can remember, you’re here for a bit while already. It’s been six days too, ever since you saw him. When you told Injang you don’t want to see him, it really did happen. He really didn’t push it and just let you be. It somehow made you calm down.

You were spacing out too much that you didn’t even realize that Injang was already outside of your room. After two knocks, you snapped your head over to your door and gulped. He didn’t wait for anything and after a bit, he opened it carefully. When your eyes met, you kept your straight face while he kept his.

You will be honest, out of all the people here, you have a slight trust for him. He’s very consistent of visiting you and talking to you for the past week. It made you familiar and comfortable with him, but still fear was there.

“I see you’re already up.” he greeted, tone very formal as always.

You didn’t talk but nodded once. You were standing by the curtains and your fingers unconsciously fiddled with it as you slightly feel nervous about what he will say next. Will he be mad because you get off bed? Will he be mad because you touched the curtains? You have no idea. You’ve never tried doing this before and so this is the first time you’ll see his reaction.

“The boss just left--”

“I d-don’t care.” you do.

Actually, you really do care. It’s just the fear speaking. His intimidating eyes and cold tone just gets the best out of you. Every time you try to remember him, that’s what comes inside your mind. It never fails to send shivers through your spine and make your chest thump in fear.

Injang pursed his lips, preventing a smirk to form. You can try to lie but Injang can already tell whenever you’re not saying the truth. From the way you stutter and from the way you move your brows. He already studied it.

He sighed, “You know, Ms. y/n, fear should be the last thing you should feel towards him.”

You kept your eyes at him, “Why is that?”

“Because he will hurt everybody else except from you. Why do you think he’s doing all of these? Why do you think he’s adjusting just for you?”

You gulped as your heart races once again but you are pretty sure it was for a different reason. Fear was was still there but a new emotion just clicked in. Was it excitement? You have no idea.

“So if I were you, I will just accept where I am right now. Get the best out of it, open up and see what happens next.”

Your eyes watered from mixed emotions. Hearing it from here, you knew he was telling the truth. From the first time you had talked to him up to now, he never broken a promise or tell any lies. One reason why you said you have a slight trust on him.

“He can change your life, Ms. y/n. Just give him a chance.” he said that made your mind go blank and floating in the air.

You were still spacing out when Injang opened the door of your room once again as he slowly walked beside it, seems like he’s already leaving. You remained silent and waited for what’s he's gonna say next.

“If ever you’re interested to slowly open up and accept your fate, you can find me downstairs by the garden.” he said before he flashed a small smile at you then he carefully left the room.

You were confused, surprised and at dazed. Did he really just invited you to go out of the room? For real? Like go outside of this room, walk over the hallways of the house like a normal people and go there? You’ve never experienced such a thing right after the Cha’s got you.

After a couple of minutes, wearing just your clean night clothes, you slowly opened the door. As expected, there’s two body guards right outside but they didn’t said anything when you went outside. They didn’t even stopped you.

“The stairs going downstairs are by the right, Ms. y/n.” one of them politely said. You gulped and nodded your head before carefully started walking to follow what the man just said.

You bit your lower lip as your eyes roamed around your surroundings. You were amused, curious and nervous all mixed up together. This was a new experience for you, you cannot remember the last time you roamed freely around a house. You were caged for a bit too long.

“Wow...” your words slipped through your mouth even before you can realize it.

The only room you’ve been for the whole week was the room you were staying. You can tell it was very elegant just by the furnitures and things you see inside. But now that you had the chance to see the hallway and even some part of the house just amazes you even more.

“Perfect timing.” your head snapped over to the side when you arrived by the garden and suddenly Injang talked.

Your mouth went gapped at the sight of a whole table with a lot of variaties of breakfast prepared for you. Your eyes trailed from Injang who’s standing beside over to the food in front of you.

“It's a l-lot.” you don’t exactly know what to say. This is so far the first time this much meal was prepared just for you.

Injang smiled a little, “Well we didn’t know what you like for breakfast so I told them to just prepare everything we have right now.”

He said and even guided you over a seat. He was definitely taking good care of you but you noticed how he kept his distance from you. It made your brows furrowed for a while but kept your mouth shut.

“A toast can do.” you said as your eyes couldn’t be calmed down to where it will look first. All of them looked so appetizing.

“I believe you deserve to have more than a toast, Ms. y/n.” he said smirking as he ordered one of the helpers to assist you for your food.

As you watch them help you, your eyes went back over to Injang and you saw him still standing beside the table making you furrow your brows a little.

“Aren’t you joining me for breakfast?” you asked him.

“Will you be alright with that?” he asked and that’s when you realized it. He’s being careful and cautious around you.

You almost couldn’t believe it yourself. After gulping and thanking the helpers you looked over Injang and flashed your first ever small smile.

“Y-You can join me.” you said and was quick enough to glance away since you couldn’t take the awkwardness that will come after.

Injang did follow right away and sat down at the other side of the circular table. As he was getting assisted for his own food, you can’t stop yourself from roaming your eyes around the garden. It was really spacious and like normal gardens, you can see plants around. A small fountain can be seen by the corner. It was beautiful you may say but you’re going to be honest, its a bit dull.

“How was your sleep, Ms. y/n?” your head snapped back to Injang and just then you realized you two were left alone once again.

You made face, couldn’t disguise the complete dislike over the way he addresses you.

“Could you do me a favor and not call me in a very formal way?”

“I’m sorry. That’s how the boss wants me to call you.” Injang explained. Of course, the boss have something to do with it.

You pursed your lips and started to dig in your food. “You don’t have to use that formality like as if I’m a very important person.” you said completely clueless of who you are to Yang Jungwon at the moment.

Injang watch how you innocently took a bite over your food. He didn’t saw any sarcasm over you and so he realized that you have no clue who you are for his boss right now. You have no idea what he just pulled just so he can have you with him.

“But you are, Ms. y/n.”

Your hands stopped midway after you heard him say that. With a slow motion, you lift your gaze from your food over to his eyes. He looked so serious but still, that comfort he gives off was still there. You have no idea how does he do that, make you trust him, but it was damn effective.

“I don’t u-understand. I’m just a nobody.”

Injang smirked and slowly held his cup of tea before he said, “Well definitely not for Yang Jungwon.”

“That’s it for today. I would still want you to give me updates for our transactions of guns at Busan.” Jungwon strictly tells his employees. They all nodded their heads before they silently exited the meeting room.

When the last one managed to get out, he sighed out heavily before he rested his back completely over his swivel chair. He didn’t expect his day to be this busy. He already have a lot over his mind and he won’t deny that you are occupying it most of the time.

He tilted his head backwards and closed his eyes before he lets the thought of you once again flood his mind. The memory of your peaceful looking face while you sleeps at night during his unknown visits was still crystal clear. He clenched his jaw fighting the strong urge of driving home to come and see you.

Patience. He needs patience. He doesn’t what’s happening to him when it comes to you but he’s sure is damn need to control himself. He’s known for his strict self discipline and control over everything but then when it comes to you, he’s a whole mess.

His eyes opened when he heard a knock over the door, “What?”

One of his men went inside, “Mr. Jay Park is outside, Sir. He said he wants to see you.”

Jungwon rolled his eyes as he nodded his head before he fixed the way he sits at his chair. He may act like he’s irritated at the sudden visitor but he knew to himself that that’s really not the case. Right at this moment, a friend he can talk to is what he needed the most. Well he have Injang, but then he has to leave him in charge of you because he’s the most trusted one for that job.

“Hey what’s up Wonie!” his hyung was already loud when he entered the room.

Jungwon looked at him after rolling his eyes, fighting a smirk to appear over his lips. “What are you doing here Jay hyung?” he tried his best to make it sound like he’s annoyed by his presence.

His hyung chuckled and even extended a hand for a greeting. He accepted it as his hyung sat down at the vacant seat just beside him.

“Oh come on, I know you missed me.” and he even saw him winked at him while smirking as he fixed his polo.

Jungwon scoffed, “Of course not. I thought you will be at Singapore for a week. Back so soon?”

Jay shrugged his shoulders, “Business deal done already so why should I stay?” he answered and Jungwon smirked at him.

“What else? Girls of course.” he said that made his hyung’s smirk grew wider. Their eyes snapped at the door when one of the worker went inside holding a tray of liquors that his hyung probably requested.

“What? Singapore ladies didn’t entertained you enough to make you stay? Can’t beat local chicks huh?” he said mocking at his playboy hyung.

Jay scoffed as he pour a drink for himself and was about to do it for Jungwon when he shake his head ‘no’. Jay shrugged his shoulders and just put the bottle down so he can take a sip already.

“Enough with me. Let’s talk about you. How are you lover boy?” he asked and even raised his brows twice.

Jungwon sighed heavily. He knew he couldn’t just shut him off this time. No matter what happen, he will still end up telling him anyway.

“I’m fine.” Jungwon shortly replied.

“Okay, let me rephrase the question for you my friend.” he said and even put down his drink at the table for a while.

“How’s the thing between you and the chick at home?”

Jungwon furrowed his brows, “Her name is y/n.”

Jay’s mouth fell in a mocking way before he let out an exaggerated gasp.

“Wait.” he said and tilted his head over to the side.

Jungwon pursed his lips and glanced away before he reached for the bottle of liquor he rejected moments ago. Jay chuckled at the realization.

“You are really serious with her.” Jay stated the obvious.

Jungwon scoffed, “You thought I was playing around?”

“I knew you were interested with her but I didn’t know you were this serious.”

Jungwon chuckled, “Then now you know.”

Jay was silenced for a while but a playful smirk was plastered over his lips as he watch the younger one drink from the glass he just filled with alcohol.

“I can’t imagine you’re going to go Lee Heeseung too.” he said laughing at what he just said.

What he meant by that is that Jungwon may also go crazy over a girl. Because out of all seven of them, only their Heeseung hyung was the one in a relationship and he’s well damn crazy for his girl.

Jungwon scoffed but his smirk was faltering a bit, “I’m not going to be crazy, hyung.” Jungwon said but he’s not really sure if he’s saying that to convince Jay or to convince himself.

Jay saw his expression that made him smirk. “I think you’re already are. From the way you do these things for her, you’re damn whipped.”

Jungwon clenched his jaw and was left with no words to say. Slowly, he took a sip from his glass once again. Jay laughed at how his friend seemed to just give up and agree with what he just said.

“The only thing I can advice for you is not to go Park Sunghoon.” Jungwon eyed Jay and he was smirking so bad.

Jungwon was quick to shake his head in disagreement. “I won’t.”

Jay laughed at how he said it. Well, it’s been an inside joke that Sunghoon was the craziest out of all of them for searching the whole world for a girl who’s existence is unsure.

“Hyung, you make it seem like Sunghoon hyung is very crazy.”

“Well aren’t him? I mean, don’t you think if she really do exist he’ll be able to find her by now?”

“The world’s bigger than you think.” Jungwon said meaningfully. Jay shrugged his shoulders off and once again took a sip from his drink.

“Hmm, you’re kind of right about that.”

The two of them fell silent after that. It was somehow comforting. Having someone to talk to made Jungwon a bit relaxed.

“I won’t go Heeseung Lee, right?” Jungwon asked unconsciously.

Jay laughed, “Aren’t you already on Park Sunghoon’s level?”

Jungwon furrowed his brows and looked at his Jay hyung. Jay smirked at him and sighed before clapping his shoulders once.

“Just be yourself, Won. I know you’ll know what to do since you’re Yang Jungwon.” he said that made Jungwon calm down a bit.

“Thanks hyung.”

“You’re welcome. I’m not sure how hard will it be but you can do it.” he even smirked at him.

“The only thing I’m sure is that I won’t go crazy over a girl.”

This time Jungwon smirk, “I doubt that. I can feel you will find someone who will make you do crazy things as well.”

“And how can you say that?”

Jungwon was silence for a while before he smirked at his hyung.

“I never imagined I would go crazy killing the family of Cha not until I have seen y/n.” he said that made Jay go silent too.

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My Dear General: Chapter 2 - In the Palace

Genre: angst with some fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Sexual harassment, implied sexual assault, violence again women, whipping with belts, derogitoy language, Creepy Thor, Nudity, Injury, Abuse

Authors note: Once again, I know those warnings are a lot. Protect yourself if you are unable to read further; I will not be offended in the slightest. As always, if I forgot any warnings, PLEASE let me know!

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Aidous,

I hope this letter finds you well. Unfortunately, I do not write of good news. My brother is getting increasingly more frustrated with Astrid's adamant refusal of his advances. To my knowledge, nothing has happened to her yet, but it is only a matter of time before my brother forces himself upon her. I fear the damage such atrocious acts should cause her body and mind. I have done all in my limited power to assist her, but we are to be leaving in mere days on another campaign. I have a friend within the Emporer’s guards who will see to her safety while I am away; I just hope it will be enough.

I find myself going often to check on her; I don’t understand if it’s because I worry for her for your sake or if I'm drawn to her in some way. Perhaps I am just nervous about her well-being. I have seen what my brother does to other women who either ignore his advances or do not produce the correct heirs.

I will write to you as soon as I return.

Loki, General of the Tolan Empire.

Loki finishes his letter to Aidous before sealing the envelope with his wax seal and rising from his desk in his chambers. Ever since Astrid’s arrival, he chose to do what he could to alleviate the mental distress of her brother with updates whenever he found the time to write them; however, because they were in the middle of wartimes, moments to sit and write were nearly unheard of.

Loki walks through the courtyard towards the postal service, taking a slight detour to the stables to check on the horses, when he sees Astrid in the stall of one particular horse: a Friesian named Asta, the late Empress’ beloved companion. He pauses, watching the two interact. Asta bows her regal head to Astrid, allowing her nose to be pet, an action the horse has not done since the late Empress’ death.

Loki clears his throat, alerting Astrid to his presence. “Greetings, Princess. I did not expect to see you here. I must ask, though, how were you able to escape the confines of the palace? I would suspect my oaf of a brother would have guards posted at all doors to prevent you from leaving.”

Astrid whirls around, hearing the voice. Her cheeks tint red again, as they do every time she encounters Loki. “Sir Tyr saw to it that I had a momentary respite from the Emperor, and he was the one to suggest the stables, for the Emperor rarely comes to such a dirty place.” She turns back to the horse behind her. “Sir, would you be able to spare a moment and tell me about this beautiful specimen?” Astrid questions, her eyes never leaving those of the horse.

Loki smiles softly before leaning against the wall. “This is Asta; she was our mother’s beloved companion. When looking at portraits of the Empress, Asta would always be featured; Mother saw to that. Since mother’s death, Asta would refuse affection from anyone not her stablehand; even the boy could only get so close to her. You are the first person Asta allowed to pet her.”

Astrid ponders the information Loki just shared with her. She heard about the death of the Empress, and her father and brothers were in attendance at her service. Astrid wished to go too, but was forbidden; she realized since her time in the Thovur that it was all a plan to keep her hidden from the world so he could quietly sell her off without the greater kingdom knowing. Her resentment for her father grew stronger at that moment; she almost wanted the Tolan Empire to invade as long as Aidous was safe.

“All bow before the Emperor!” a booming voice echoes through the stables. Every single stablehand and worker dropped to a knee and bowed their heads. No one was allowed to look upon the Emperor unless invited to do so. Loki and Astrid share a quick glance that speaks to their mutual dislike for the Emperor but refuse to bow. The guard approaches the two before backhanding Astrid for her blatant disrespect. “You are to bow before the Emperor, wench.”

Astrid falls to the ground, rubbing her cheek; tears prick her eyes. Loki crouches down to help Astrid back to her feet, anger bubbling below the surface. It was bad enough that Thor treated her as less than human, but now the very men he trained are doing the same thing. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, General.” The guard said, his sword's edge pointing directly at Loki’s head. Undeterred by the threat, Loki levels his eyes at the guard who dared to challenge him, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword as Thor gingerly steps into the stables and directly over to Astrid.

“There you are, whore. You have guts, escaping me as you did. Tell me, who was the one who allowed you to escape?” Thor questions, stepping far too close to Astrid, his hand wrapping tightly around her wrist. Astrid refused to budge, keeping her eyes on the Emperor’s, refusing to give up the guard's name that allowed her out. “You have started to anger me quite a bit. You are my property; you do not have rights here. The only reason you are still alive is because you owe me heirs, and I will get those heirs by any means necessary.” Thor growls in her face before his free hand grasps the fabric of her blouse and rips it clean from her body, exposing her naked chest for everyone to see.

“Brother, is that really….” Loki begins before Thor silences him. “You have meddled far too much in this situation, Loki. You must cease this incessant meddling before I have you exiled from the Empire. Do we have an understanding?”

Loki nods before standing down, removing his hand from his sword. Thor thanked his brother for his obedience before taking Astrid by the arm and walking her back through the courtyard into the palace. Astrid could hear the sounds of clanging swords in the background as Thor escorted her back.

Thor shoves Astrid to the ground as soon as they are safely inside the palace, violently ripping the rest of her clothes away from her body. “You have refused me no longer. Don’t you want to keep your Kingdom safe? Don’t you want to keep your father and younger brothers safe? This is your chance to protect them; now, be a good little whore and stop resisting. It won’t make me stop; this is your duty as a woman.”

Astrid stares him down before spitting in his face in response to his questions. Thor raises his hand without skipping a beat and backhands Astrid hard across the face, leaving a nasty gash from his rings. Astrid gingerly touches her cheek, her fingers coming away crimson. Furrowing her brows in anger, Astrid retaliates violence with violence. From her position on the floor, she was able to kick the Emperor square in the groin, watching him double over in pain.

“Throw her to the soldiers; they’ll have fun with her. Get this wretched whore out of my sight!” Thor orders, clutching his groin, his face still twisted in pain. Four guards were on Astrid in a second, roughly grabbing at her, not caring what part of her they touched before they walked to the front entrance of the palace, kicking open the door and unceremoniously throwing her onto the cobblestone, naked and bleeding, for all the workers to see.

Astrid quickly tried covering her body with her hands, but it quickly became apparent that she was in trouble. One of the guards grabs her hands and holds them behind her back while the other three remove their belts, folding them upon themselves and raising the leather strips above their heads, bringing the material down upon Astrid’s bare skin, leaving raw, red lesions. Astrid’s anguished screams could be heard around the palace whenever a belt touched her skin.

Astrid clenches her eyes, tensing up, waiting for another blow when the same familiar commanding voice rings through the courtyard. “I demand to know what’s going on here!” The crowd gathered to watch the spectacle parts as Loki walked through, not wanting to be on the receiving end of his blade. She felt something heavy and warm cover her body; cautiously opening her eyes, Astrid was met with the calm blue eyes of the general, crouched before her, inspecting her wounds, his jacket placed over her naked form.

“Who did this to you?” Loki questions, looking over the parts of her body left exposed. When Astrid didn’t respond, Loki turned to one of the guards before rephrasing his question, his voice holding absolute authority. “What orders are you following? What did my brother order you to do to the Princess?”

“She assaulted the Emperor! A crime punishable by death! She is lucky his majesty did not order who to be put to death, only that we are to give her to the soldiers to teach her a lesson on what a woman’s job is! We were just giving them a helping hand in breaking her in,” one of the guards answers, although it is not a fit answer to Loki.

Loki turns back to Astrid before speaking; luckily, his anger is not reflected in his voice. “Princess, will you allow me to take you away from here and treat that cut on your cheek?” Astrid meets his eye, fear slowly invading her eyes, she hesitantly nods before she tries to stand up and keep herself covered at the same time, but when she puts weight on her right foot, she falls back to the ground, whimpering in pain.

Loki looks back at the guards before scooping Astrid up in his arms and rising to his feet. “If I see any of you come near the Princess intending to cause her physical harm, I will have your hands cut off. Do you understand me? She is no longer my brother’s possession; she now belongs to the Tolan Army; you have no power amongst the ranks.”

Loki walks away, Astrid safely in his arms as he walks through the courtyard, outside the palace gates and towards to soldier's compound. Astrid could feel the tension in his body slowly dissipating further from the palace they got. Several soldiers are at Loki’s side when he enters the compound's gate.

“Place lookouts for the Emperor’s guards at every entrance; do not allow them in. Fetch some clean, dry, modest clothes for the Princess. I also require a splint and some bandages. The Princess requires much care.” Loki orders, not missing a step. The soldiers depart, all tasked with something to bring back as Loki makes it to his building.

Loki places Astrid gently onto his bed, careful not to disrupt her makeshift cover. “I will send for an attendant to assist you in dressing for the time until your foot is healed. It will be a local woman if that is okay?” Loki questions, kneeling before her, carefully taking her right foot in his hands, and assessing the damage. “Your foot looks quite bad, I am afraid. I will also send for the city physician to assist me. Will you be alright on your own?”

Astrid nods, pulling the blanket beside her over her body to cover herself more. “I won’t be a moment when I return; I am intrigued to know what you did to assault the Emperor.”

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