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Sinned Awakening pt. 25 🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/ Vampire Austin! Elvis x reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond beliet and your undeniable attraction makes you tear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, ANGST, smut, mentions of blood/gore!!!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: Hello everyone! Thanks for your patience with this one! I have the second half of this part in Elvis’ perspective to get a better grasp of what he was going through early on in the relationship. Especially after new revelations get brought up to reader…

I thought this second half blends in perfectly to part 8. I reread it and might insert this new part in between the first and second days of meeting each other. Or write more parts in his perspective I don’t know…🫣 But that’s how you can read it if you feel so inclined!

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here or Ao3! hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think.

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

The sound of the door slamming rang in your ears like a dog whistle. It was painful and made you want to collapse to your knees. Not only did the sound hurt, but your heart also hurt. You felt it down to your bones how much pain Elvis felt when you were telling him how you were questioning his morals.

You quickly open the front door again in hopes of stopping him. He was getting on his motorcycle and putting the keys in the ignition. A couple of the guys were standing around with worried looks on their faces, unsure of where he was going. They look up to you for guidance, hoping you had an idea of what he was doing. You start to run to him and in a blink of an eye you were right in front of him. You were shocked to find that you were this fast. You grab onto Elvis’ wrist once more, hoping he will listen.

“Elvis please, tell me where you’re going,” you beg. He had his sunglasses on, shielding you from the cold stare he had.

“Please, let go of me, I have to go.” You do as he says and let go of his arm. He starts the bike and revs the engine, making you jump at the sound. He pulls the throttle and speeds down the driveway. The front gates open and you watch as Elvis leaves your view, the breath getting sucked from your lungs.

The guys stand there motionless, not knowing what to do or say to you. You feel their eyes judging you, waiting for you to say something.

“Would you stop staring at me,” you snap at them. They all advert their eyes somewhere else, not wanting to upset you more.

There was this pit in your stomach that was filled with emptiness and despair. You did feel horrible for fighting with Elvis. The few times you two got into arguments, it felt awful, and didn’t like seeing him so upset. But this fight was different, you were married now, bonded vampires that were supposed to love each other til the end of time. You’ve barely been awake for twenty-four hours and managed to piss off your husband so bad he’s running away from you.

Great.

You step closer to Jerry and sigh.

“How much did you guys hear?” You ask. He pauses, unsure how to answer you without pissing you off more.

“We heard enough…” he says softly. You wince, not liking that you had an audience for your fight.

“Was it that bad?” You ask in a hushed tone.

He doesn’t look at you, he just keeps looking forward and nervously bites the inside of his cheek.

“Well… it was rough, let’s just say that much,” he responds.

You grumble at the confession. It didn’t take much for you to feel bad about the whole thing but hearing from another person is tough to handle.

“Fuck,” you mutter, turning to go back inside the house. You go to sit on the couch and put your face in your hands. You felt like you were on the brink of having an emotional breakdown. Everything felt cold and barren here without Elvis.

The front door opens again and you feel Jerry sit next to you. You don’t want to look at him, knowing you’re going to instantly cry. You both sit there in silence, not sure exactly what to say.

“You weren’t wrong though,” he says gently. You take a deep breath and look over at him.

“It wasn't easy to hear, but he needed to understand how you felt,” he continues.

“Yeah, I know,” you mumble.

“But he wasn’t wrong either.” He says low.

You shoot him a look of surprise and he looks away out of fear.

“I get it, I know he’s completely different from when I first met him. But he wasn’t listening to me at all! Wasn’t trying to meet in the middle.” You say frustrated.

He nods his head, “I get why that’s frustrating. Elvis is stubborn as you know, he loves having it his way,” he snickers, “but I think you doubt how much he loves you.” He says truthfully. You have to pinch your hand to keep yourself from blowing up on him.

“I know he loves me,” you growl at him.

“I’m sorry, y/n, I really don’t think you do,” he says, trying to get you to listen.

“Are you kidding me right now? Of course I know my own husband loves me!” You hiss at him.

“Y/n just hear me out, okay? Did he tell you how much he wanted you around when he first met you?”

You take a second to regroup yourself and you reposition yourself on the couch to look at him more head-on.

“I don’t know what you mean… he told me how much he wanted me after tasting my blood for the first time, is that what you mean?” You ask a little confused.

“No before that. He laid his eyes on you and thought you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. You walked in that room and completely changed his life,” he explains.

Hearing that made your heart soar. You didn’t know that he felt like that so early on.

“I didn’t know that… when did he tell you this?” You squeak out.

“Well, after your first day and the incident,” he puts lightly, “he came back and he looked different, like he thought about his whole life differently. I asked him what was wrong and he wouldn’t answer me right away, he was too deep in thought. Then he looked at me and his eyes were the clearest I’ve ever seen. He told me he’s never felt like that before… that he thought he loved you.”

“I thought he was absolutely crazy for saying sucha thing. He had just met you. But I didn’t say a word, knowing how much it would piss him off if I questioned his feelings for you… I know now that he was absolutely right. I’m the one that feels crazy for questioning it.” He says embarrassed.

More tears rolled down your cheeks, feeling overwhelmed by it all. You hate that you argued over something so petty with him. You felt so blind that you didn’t see or even questioned how much Elvis loved you. Your love ran deep from the second you walked into that room. Your bond tied you to each other instantly and he knew it, he was just scared you didn’t feel the same.

You wipe some of your tears and look back at Jerry.

“I’m an idiot… I always hurt him and question his feelings for me. I’ve been so blind,” you weep into your hands.

“No that’s not true. You were human, your senses don’t work like they do now. It wasn’t as obvious for you as it was for him. Don’t be too hard on yourself y/n,” he tries to explain. No amount of reassurance could make you feel better about this. You needed to make this right with him.

“I knew he felt strongly for me early on, I just had no idea how much… God, I need to apologize to him,” you cry.

“It’s going to be okay, you both just need some space to think clearly,” he says.

“He didn’t tell you guys where he was going? Not even a clue?” You push.

Jerry shakes his head and looks at you sorrowfully.

“No, I’m sorry. He just told us to go get his bike. He was pretty upset and would have probably bitten our heads off if we kept him waiting,” he says stiffly.

You couldn’t help but panic a little. No one knew where he was going or when he was coming back. Jerry sees how upset you are and doesn’t exactly know what to say.

“He might be out there looking for someone…” he says gently. You don’t understand what he’s talking about, Elvis didn’t mention anything like this to you.

“Who exactly?” You ask.

“Ever since he bit you and you didn’t exactly change right away, he was a nervous wreck. He had no idea what had happened or if you were going to wake up. He thought he had almost killed you,” he says regretfully.

“He kicked us all out of the hotel and told us to go back home and start looking for answers. Any sort of sign that you’d be okay or any lore that might explain what’s happening to you. He also didn’t want us around you at all. He was already possessive around you enough when you were human but he wouldn’t let us near the bedroom. I’ve never seen him so scared and rattled.” He sighs.

Your heart cries for Elvis, you wish you could have comforted him in some way.

“So you guys came back here? Did you find any answers?” You ask intrigued.

“No, not exactly… we were trying to find older vampires that may have heard about this kind of thing. Or better yet, we hoped to find another Chosen pair.”

You feel your heart flutter at the thought. It would be incredible to find other Chosen vampires and have them explain to you both what it’s like. Explain to you your abilities and how they work.

You grab Jerry’s wrist in excitement and have his full attention on you.

“Well, did you find any?!” You ask excitedly.

He looks down at your hand around his wrist and tries to move.

“Umm, y/n, you’re hurting me,” he grunts. You instantly let go of him and feel bad.

“Shit I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to,” you say panicked.

“No, it’s okay. Elvis might kill me that I have your scent on me but it’s fine, I’ll live,” he teases, rubbing his red wrist.

“Stop don’t joke like that!” You laugh, “I won’t let him do anything to you don’t worry. But seriously, what happened? Did you find anyone?” You continue.

“The thing about old vampires, is they don’t like to be seen. They either don’t like the modern world or they’re too stubborn to leave their house. A lot like how Elvis was in Vegas. He wouldn’t ever leave before you came around. He was too afraid he’d go on a feeding spree,” he jokes. It didn’t feel like a joke to you though, he was unpredictable over there, and he might have done just that.

He watches how that thought makes you nervous and tries to distract you by talking about something else.

“So to answer your question, no, we haven’t found anyone that can give us answers. I’m sorry y/n. I wish we could help you guys figure this all out and understand what happened to you, but we have no idea. I have a feeling that’s where Elvis went. He’s looking for answers. I’m sure he wants to know what you guys need as far as blood. But most importantly, he needs to know what happened to you. Why you didn’t wake up after he bit you,” he presses.

You both sit there in silence for a while, unsure of what to say next. You had no answers and without Elvis here, it didn’t seem like you were going to get any.

Jerry stands up and starts to walk away, “I’ll leave you alone… you’ve had a busy first day as a vampire,” he says low.

Shit, he’s right, you’ve barely been up for a day and so much has happened and you’ve learned so much.

You continue to sit there, unsure of what to do. You glance at the clock and it reads 2:30 am. It dawns on you that you weren’t tired. You were wide awake and had no idea what to do to occupy your time now.

You felt your head swirl with a million thoughts. There was so much you wanted to say to Elvis. You needed to apologize for how blind you’ve been and how regretful you are for saying those awful things. He changed and you couldn’t hold what he did in the past over him. You can’t imagine how scary it was for him to bite you and watch you lay there motionless for days yet again.

You didn’t want to be seen by anyone and wanted to hide from everyone after they heard your fight with Elvis. Making your way up the stairs, you open the door to the bedroom and close it softly. You let out a deep sigh when you turn around and see the bedroom dark and barren.

This wasn’t how you pictured yourself on your first day as a vampire. You wanted everything to be alright and have him by your side. You walk over to the bed and sit on the corner of it. It felt cold and uninviting. All you could see was you two lying in the middle of the bed holding each other, whispering tender words to each other. But that was a cruel daydream that wasn’t going to be happening any time soon.

The First Day with You, After the Incident

Elvis silently curses at himself, ticked off he treated you like such an asshole. If he had some control, maybe he could have had a normal conversation with you and not scared you off so easily. Your scent still swirled in his head and made his mouth continue to water. He had a hard choice to make. Either follow you home or go back upstairs and try to forget how you tasted. He knew both options were going to be torture to him and he didn’t like either option.

Sulking back upstairs from the parking garage, all he could think of was you. How you looked, how you said his name, how your blood spilled down his arm like sweet honey. The closer he gets to the penthouse, the more fragrant your scent becomes. He starts to walk through the hallway and he looks at his men standing there with their red eyes glowing. Hungry.

It pissed Elvis off seeing them lusting after your blood. It didn’t make sense why he felt so strongly about shielding you from them but he hated that they were starving to have a taste of you. He pins one of them to the wall and quickly gets in their face.

“You better not be thinkin’ of feeding off her,” he seethes, “you won’t lay a finger on her you understand,” he barks at him. He quickly nods his head and looks away from Elvis. Elvis gives him another shove for good measure and quickly goes into the suite, slamming the door harshly.

He lets out a sigh when he’s once again wrapped in your essence. How could one human be so luring to him? He didn’t understand what made you so different from all the rest. Never had he experienced the immediate pull to a human quite like you. Sure, most people’s scents drew him closer to them as he wanted to feed from them, but you were so much different. Just the way your heart sounded to him was the most captivating sound he’d heard in a long time. The way it fluttered and faltered when he talked to you, he wanted to talk to you for hours to just get to hear it beat for him.

He goes to sit on the piano bench and regains some focus. But it was no use, all he wanted was you. Flashing images of your captivating eyes make him feel like a weak puddle. Oh, how he wished he could stare into your eyes longer. See what’s underneath those oceanic pools and swim in them. He huffs quietly, frustrated he could feel like this in a matter of minutes for you. He wanted you back here now, but you were much too frazzled to be around him.

A knock on the door shakes him from his daydream and looks up to see who it is.

“Yeah?!” He yells.

The door cracks open and Jerry peeks his head in.

“Are you okay-,” he starts to ask but the aroma of your blood is almost too much for him. He holds his breath as he waits for Elvis to answer.

“No, not really,” Elvis grumbles.

“Is there something we can do, or?” He asks carefully, knowing Elvis is not in the best of moods.

Elvis nervously wipes his palms on the tops of his thighs. He doesn’t exactly know what to say or try to explain how he feels.

“I don’t know… I don’t know what to do man. That woman… I can’t stop thinkin’ about her,” he admits.

“Are you sure you want her around after today?” He says carefully. Elvis glares daggers at him and that one look is all Jerry needs to shut up quickly.

Elvis stands up and straightens out his shirt, “she’ll be back up here tomorrow, you better call her,” he instructs. He goes to the window and looks out at the city below him, the streets crawling with life. He wonders where you live if you live close or further out of town. It would probably be easy to find where you live, your scent is something he could never forget and could easily find you. But not tonight, his mind was too all over the place to be so close to you again.

He turns back around and takes a deep breath in before speaking.

“I don’t know how but… I’m totally captivated by her. I don’t understand why I feel like this. One second I wanted to suck her dry and the next I just wanted to…” he pauses, searching for the right words, but he knew the exact one he felt, “love her. I just want to love her. She’s so perfect and beautiful, I love her,” he proclaims.

Jerry remains quiet, not wanting to tick him off more by his own personal feelings about the matter. Elvis tries to rationalize that he might feel this way because of tasting your blood but he’s never felt like this for any human. No one’s come close to the feelings he has for you. It scared him a little to be quite frank.

He needed to calm down and think rationally, a lot happened and he couldn’t just jump to the conclusion that he loved you the second he saw you. Those kinds of things don’t happen in real life. Those are things that happen in fairytales and his life was no fairytale.

Or could it turn into one with you in it?

Stop, you idiot, that’s not happening, he scolds himself.

Elvis goes to sit down on the sofa and contemplates what exactly he should do til you arrive tomorrow. It felt like such a long time to him until he was going to see your face again. Jerry doesn’t exactly know what to say and starts to leave the room. Before he closes the door, he turns back around to speak, “Forgive me, but were you still… hungry? There’s someone downstairs that we can have up here for you,” he informs Elvis.

Elvis sighs and nods his head. Maybe he just needed a distraction, something to take his mind off of you.

“Sure, maybe I’m too starved to think clearly. Send her up whenever,” Elvis says flatly. He goes to change his clothes to get your scent off of him. But who was he kidding, that’s not happening, he only wanted more. He changes anyway into a new button-up shirt and slacks and looks over himself in the mirror. His eyes were extra vibrant and not so dull looking. It surprised him after having so little of your blood, it made him feel dramatically better.

He smooths the hair on the side of his head and tries to regroup himself.

She’s just a girl… that’s all.

Don’t be an idiot and fall head-first in love with her.

You’re just too starved, anyone would taste good to you, he thinks.

Lies, all lies.

An hour later, there’s a soft knock at the door. Elvis takes a deep breath and goes to answer the door. A short, cute brunette stands in front of him, ogling him the second she sees his face.

He smiles at her, finding her reaction to him cute. She was cute. Not beautiful like you but still attractive.

“Hi, darlin’,” he says smoothly. He hears her heart gallop away in her chest and he does like the sound of it. “Would you like to come in?” He asks her.

“Oh, yes,” she says softly. Elvis opens the door and steps aside so she can step inside. He leads her to the sofa and sits next to her.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” He asks, brushing her hair off her shoulders and exposing her neck to him more. She takes a sharp breath in before speaking, nerves rushing through her.

“Amy. I saw your show last night. You were amazing,” she gushes. He gives a small smile, grabbing her small, delicate hand in his.

“Thank you darlin’. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Did you have a favorite part?” He asks coyly. She giggles softly and hides her face from him.

“Oh all of it, but,” she blushes and stops when she feels him rubbing circles on the back of her hand. Her heart flutters more and he likes it, he wants to hear it get louder.

“But what darlin’?” Elvis asks her.

She takes a deep breath before speaking and looks at his hand on hers.

“But I didn’t get a kiss when you walked through the crowd. You walked right by me,” she says bluntly.

“Oh well I can fix that for you,” he coos.

Her heart hammers away in his ears as she nods her head and he leans in for the kiss. Her lips were soft and she sighed when she felt him kiss her. He didn’t necessarily hate it, it was nice to kiss someone who loved him already. He gives her another kiss as she wraps her arms around his neck. Her body screamed for him and the heat that came off of her was palpable. He put a hand on the back of her neck, pulling her in more and she loved it. He didn’t feel the same though, he just wanted to bite her, make her forget about that part of the evening, and get her to leave. Elvis pulls away from her and she’s left breathless.

“Was that okay? Hope I didn’t disappoint you,” he says slyly. She looks up at him with big needy eyes, clutching onto his shirt tightly.

“Oh it was perfect, thank you,” she blushes. “Could I have another?” She asks.

“Sure honey. Did you want to stay here or go in the bedroom?” He says low. Her heart skips a beat, just like he thought it would.

“Oh, we could go to the bedroom,” she whispers.

Elvis gets up and leads her to the bedroom, closing the door softly behind him. She sits on the edge of the bed, waiting expectantly for him. He steps in front of her, placing his hands on the tops of her thighs and rubbing softly there. He can feel the heat radiating off her body and the warmth of her core begging for him.

“Elvis?” She asks shyly. He looks over her, watching how the pulse in her neck rises.

Bite right there, his mind screams at him.

“What is it sweetheart,” he hums, tracing the side of her neck softly with the back of his finger.

“Touch me,” she whimpers. He places a kiss on her cheek and slowly raises her dress higher, exposing her naked core to him. He’s a little shocked, not expecting her to be so blunt.

“You are quite a bad girl aren’t ya?” He teases.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she retorts, opening her legs more for him to get closer to her. He hears her heartbeat rises quickly and all he can do is get closer to her neck, wanting to take a big bite there. The scent of her blood smelled appetizing and he placed kisses in the crook of her neck. She moans when she feels his lips on her.

An image of you flashes in his mind the more he nips and teases this girl.

Oh fuck.

Those beautiful eyes of yours take over his thoughts and how pretty they would look if they were the ones looking up at him right now. Damn, he wanted you here, he knew this girl was just a distraction but it wasn’t working. He wanted to taste you again, see what it would be like to taste your blood fresh from your neck. He groans at the idea and keeps nipping at the girl’s neck.

She starts getting restless as Elvis is so laser-focused on her neck.

“Elvis please,” she begs.

“Fuck, y/n,” he growls.

She freezes, “that’s not my name,” she grumbles.

“Sorry, give me a second honey,” he grumbles, trying to refocus on her scent and not yours.

She pulls him closer and rubs his soft length, trying to tease him. She’s a little surprised he’s not physically aroused as she pulls her neck away from him.

“Are you okay? Do you want me?” She asks slightly annoyed.

No, I don’t, he thinks flatly.

I want y/n. I want her all to myself and feed on that beautiful, beckoning body of hers…

Fuck, stop! You can’t have her! She’s too innocent to ruin her like that, he thinks. Just feed off of this girl and get over y/n.

He looks back at Amy and gives her a cute smile.

“Of course I do, I just wanna tease you a little more,” he coos, giving her a soft kiss on the lips. She smiles at that thought and goes back to touching him. He tries to get himself to focus on how she feels in his hands. Her skin was soft and supple around her hips. She liked it when he squeezed her tighter and started to nip at her neck. He feels her hands go to unbutton his pants and he grunts when he feels her hand wrap around his length.

Another image of your hand flashes in his head and his hips involuntarily buck into her hand.

“Fuck,” he groans.

Jesus, focus. Focus on anything but y/n jerking your cock in her hand, he thinks frustratedly.

It doesn’t work. All he wants is you.

She groans when she watches him get hard in her hand. His mind keeps going back to you time and time again. Wishing you were the one making him hard and wanting more. It’s terrible, he shouldn’t be thinking like this but you’ve got a hold on him it seems. All he can do is try to focus on her rising heartbeat and the way he can smell her blood coursing through her veins. He could feel his eyes start to shift, his blood lust overtaking his coherent thoughts. He lays her back on the bed, making sure she can’t see his changing eyes. He teases her entrance, rubbing his tip through her folds. She moans loudly, clutching onto his arms tightly. He quickly goes back to nipping her neck, feeling his fangs start to descend.

Bite her, now.

He grunts quietly and slides in a few inches of his cock inside her. She groans louder and squirms underneath him.

“Fuck Elvis. You feel so damn good,” she whimpers.

“Mhmm baby,” he grumbles, sucking her neck, getting that spot ready to sink his teeth into.

He swivels his hips into her more as he keeps his eyes closed, trying to not scare her by the state of his eyes. But this is an awful idea, all he sees is your face and your pleading eyes.

“Fuck, y/n,” Elvis grunts.

Oh God, this isn’t good. He can’t get you off his mind to save his life.

“What?” She asks confused.

“Oh baby nothing,” he coos, but extremely frustrated at himself.

He can’t hold on anymore and sinks his teeth into her neck. She lets out a loud scream, the pain of his fangs branding into her neck. Elvis starts to suck the blood out of her greedily, swallowing mouthfuls and ready to feel his energy start to rise. But this was different, he didn’t feel that much better than before. In fact, he didn’t want to feed anymore because all he could do was compare how you tasted to her.

A little panic sets in.

Oh God, what is happening to me? How can I crave one little human’s blood this much that it ruins all others for me? I just met her, she means nothing to me…

He carefully takes his fangs out of her and tries to get his appearance back to a normal human state. It was difficult at first, the smell of you lingered in his head and his imagination was running wild which did not help at all. Once he regained focus and control of his fangs to disappear, he looked back at Amy, mortified with what she had seen.

“What did you-,” she starts to say mortified but Elvis cuts her off, knowing he needs to get her to forget that part.

“Nothing honey. I didn’t bite you, you didn’t feel any pain, you won’t remember that part,” he compels. She takes a sharp breath and he watches as the memory fades from her eyes.

He spreads her legs wider, thrusting in and out of her faster and making her feel a wave of intense pleasure. She moans loudly, her eyes rolling in the back of her head.

“That’s right baby, take my cock like that. Makes you feel so good hmm?” He asks. She gasps for air, writhing underneath him.

“Yes, Elvis, oh my god,” she groans.

He was still too frazzled that he didn’t like feeding tonight. He’s never felt like this since he was always so hungry. He couldn’t fuck this girl anymore, he couldn’t care to keep up this charade.

He glides his hand down her body and finds her swollen bud. He rubs it in concentrated circles and it makes her buck her hips off the bed.

“I want you to come for me,” he tells her, edging her closer and closer to release. It doesn’t take long until she’s screaming his name and her walls are squeezing around his cock. It wasn’t anything mind-blowing to Elvis, his mind was on you and nothing else. He didn’t enjoy sex the same as humans. There was a time when he could enjoy it but tonight was not the night. He was done with entertaining this girl and just wanted some peace and quiet to figure out what was going on with him.

He pulled out of her gently, pulling down her dress and bending down to pull up his own pants. She sits up a little dazed and confused when she watches him stuff his hard cock back into his pants.

“Did you not like it?” She asks a little hurt.

He goes to place a soft kiss on her cheek and smiles when he looks back at her. Convincing as ever.

“Of course I did. I loved every second of it,” he coos.

Fucking liar.

She believed him and grinned sweetly at him.

“Oh good I’m glad. I’m here for a few more days if you ever want to spend some more time together,” she says flirtatiously.

I’d rather never see you again, he thinks.

“That would be wonderful darlin’,” he says with a smile. “Thank you for stopping by. I do need to get ready for my show now,” he says gently. She was understanding and started to get up off the bed.

Elvis leads her out to the front door and gives her one last kiss before she leaves, smiling sweetly. Once she turns her back, his smile fades and he closes the door.

He doesn’t know whether to panic or not over this whole situation. How could he have had so little of your blood and yet he was so fulfilled? Why couldn't he compel you either? Was he that weak?

It was terrifying for him in a way. All blood was the same to him, not one was better than the next. As long as it came from someone’s warm neck, he was fine. But now, you’ve changed everything. It scared him, but he knew he wouldn’t be the same from this point forward.

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▏MAGNETIC MOONLIGHT ▏M.SANO ▏

+. CWs—» omega!fem!reader, alpha!manjiro sano, abo au + mafia au, explicit smut, omegaverse terminology, fluff, light humour, mutual pinning,slow burn, marking, sensory deprivation, denning, nesting, mention of knotting & bonding, oral acts, lotus position, aftercare. word count— 7.2k

+. synopsis —» Manjiro loved his life, it was enriched with everything he cherished with his bullet proof heart but he didn't realise that he was starving until he tasted you.

+. notes —» this is commissioned by @wallflowerdowned THANK YOU SO MUCH. This has now become one of my favourite Manjiro fics. I hope you like it too <333. you can also read this in my ao3.

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Manjiro and Ryuguji entered the bar with utmost haste to save themselves from another perilous wave threatening to dash on them. It was not just a bad idea, it was something that could turn the tide against them. Emma was missing, which was not the problem. It has become normal since she got married to Draken. They were in a very happy marriage but sometimes their decisions clash. It is so rare to have their decisions coincide, and have them on board on a particular matter. Manjiro always thought why Emma even decided to marry Draken since all she did was bicker with him all day. But at the same time, he was happy; happy that Sano house will have a child in the house and he won’t be dragged into his dearest friend’s love quarrel.

As soon as Manjiro stepped into the bar, he began to shout, “Oi Emmaaa.” and that certainly ticked off Draken’s brimming patience.

“What the fuck you’re doing?”, Mikey’s slate eyes shot up to Draken, glinting with confusion. Baji had already walked into the dance floor by the time, skimming through the crowd basking in neon lights. He exhaled a deep sigh as soon as he noticed that his friends were not by his side. He took a few steps back finding them proudly blocking the entrance of the bar and bickering like kids. Baji remarked, “Mikey, no cop announces their presence.”, filling the blanks in Mikey's head that were starting to create wrinkles in his forehead. “Right”, he yapped. “Let’s scatter then”, Manjiro and Draken went south while Baji, Chifuyu, and Kazutora joined the dancing crowd. The popular pattern of good cop and bad cop.

Mikey and Draken, had to split since Draken was getting restless. He was not to blame, anyone would lose their composure if their Omega went missing, and that too during their pregnancy. Manjiro looked around and found nothing unusual. There were no signs of shady people in this bar which was odd since this was one of the most expensive bars under Tettas that could be labeled as a hub for budding mafia pupils. One wrong move and Kisaki will know that they were in his territory which might create more problems than he can think of right now.

Manjiro’s onyx eyes scanned the place thoroughly until he spotted a blonde girl resting her head over the bar counter, leaning against it, lifelessly. He let out a growl advancing in her direction. Baji cleared the crowd instantly as Manjiro’s growl reached his ear; even though he earned strong resistance from the guards. Chifuyu aligned all the bartenders and other staff on a side while Hanemiya was already making calls to the owner of this bar, Kisaki Tetta. Draken carefully took Emma in his arms and sat on the nearest settee. Manjiro was the most desired as well as popular alpha in town. With his first line of alphas accompanying him, no one dared to talk, not even look him in the eye.

ONE.TWO.THREE.

Swinging his arm in the air, with three overlapping snaps of his fingers, Manjiro gathered his whole pack of alphas around him. He sat on the stool where Emma was sitting a few minutes ago. Finally, the deafening silence was overpowered by his husky voice.

“So, who was it? Who roofied my sister’s drink?”

Baji ran his fingers over his forehead muttering, “you’re scaring them, Mikey”

“as if they haven't already pissed their pants !”, Manjiro scoffed. Whoever did this was already at death’s door because everyone in the town knew that harming Emma in any way was an act of declaration of war against the Sanos.

The Sanos were famous for their long lineage of alphas be it male or female descendants. Emma was the first female Omega in their family. Even though she was cherished by her family, some did not like her, some even took it far enough to talk behind her back for being accepted into the family. She was attacked once when she has just gone through her first heat cycle. Back then, Shinichiro was out of town for business and Mikey handled everything. He fired all the servants of the house and next week, hired some polished betas, even some with a particular set of skills and since then Emma has not faced any kind of fatal incidents.

Naturally, any whiff of danger would denote his oceanic calm. Now that Emma was with a child, he was mad in rage as there was more than one life in line. From time to time, he has experienced so many situations where his dearest ones were on the brink of death. But, it has also made him come across different types of alphas. Baji was one of his childhood friends. He met Draken when he saved him from being exploited during his first rut. Since then, a flawless alpha like Draken has been following Manjiro. The other stories were the talk of the town and he would roll on the floor when Izana had told him how fast information traveled and that too molded in so many shapes and forms. Some made his jaw drop while Izana teased him for that.

“Tetta is coming in thirty minutes.”, Kazutora declared as he stood beside Mikey. Both Baji and Kazutora were standing by his side, on either side, waiting for their alpha’s move.

“Draken, Talk to me. I can still smell the roofies.”, voice laced with venom, mind boiling in rage. Manjiro ran his left hand through his fluffy blonde strands as he checked his watch. Baji and Kautora had an idea about what he was going to do; they both clustered their hair in the back tying it in a high ponytail, simultaneously, like parallel lines. That is what people envied about him. Even though alphas were born rulers and leaders some were devoted to him. Manjiro was one of a kind. Being the head of the family as well as followed by a pack of alphas, he was untouchable and fearsome. And someone decided to roofie his sister’s drink. What an utter fool!

“Doctor. She needs to see a doctor.”, Draken was barely able to talk, he was holding Emma in his arms while she remained almost unconscious, senes too weak to respond.

“You all have fifteen minutes. It would save both the parties a lot of work if any of you kindly start to speak”, Manjiro roared making all the captivators drown in fear and amplifying the silence even more. His patience was starting to thin with each tick of the clock. He cleared his throat and spoke in a less domineering tone, “Let’s turn this question around, alright? Who served her the drink, fellas ?”. There were few exchanges of eye contact and Manjiro was just waiting for that. Bingo . He found his target.

Manjiro was about to drag his target out of the line but the door clanked declaring the appearance of Kisaki Tetta, followed by his right-hand man, Hanma Shuji. “Ahh! Tetta. My favorite human being.”, Manjiro left his seat to greet him. “Just in time.”, he chimed with a doleful smirk as he shook his hands with him. Manjiro has never been the one to affront the betas but he can’t promise anything, especially since his family was dragged into his life of violence.

Kisaki Tetta might not be an influential alpha but he was certainly hard to decipher, his thoughts, his connections, friends, and even his relationship with Hanma Shuji. He was swarming with joy since the most fearsome pack of alphas was at his bar. He has been eyeing this particular pack for a long time as he wants to extend his business with the sanos. He secretly thanked the heavens for whoever roofied Emma’s drink that blessed him with so many open routes to establish ties with the alphas of toman. He did not waste any further to place his offer and save himself from Manjiro’s wrath, not bothering about the remark he made to him.

“I came with good news, Mikey.”, Kisaki remarked looking at Emma and Draken. “Hanma will take them to the nearest hospital. And, I’ll close my bar for a week to scrutinize all my staff.” Draken swiftly took Emma in his arms again ready to follow Hanma Shuji, a reputed sigma to be aware of.

“But I need a name. You see, I need everyone to understand that I do not tolerate any kind of . . .”, Manjiro’s voice faded. He swallowed as he glanced at his beloved sister.

“Mike..eeyy…”, Manjiro’s ears were burning hot. He is the head of the Sano family. He is the alpha of alphas. He can’t show his emotions. He can not let the hunters know how much Emma meant to her otherwise people are bound to come at her. His slate eyes desperately clung to only one hope, a prayer, Emma please be safe . Emma had her eyes slightly parted now, she mumbled something which was not audible.

Draken spelled it out. “yn…she was here too”, that name did not seem to ring a bell to Manjiro. He is aware of Emma’s circle. Call it the possessiveness of an elder brother or his blooming youth that made him keep tabs on all the omegas and betas Emma was friends with but it earned him the ‘cherry chaser’ title as of lately. Sure, he would blink if an omega flirted with him but he never takes the initial step because some omegas are vile enough to ruin the whole family. Omegas are often hired by a rival gang to create disturbances in an alpha’s pack. He was not willing to take such risks. So, he remained steered clear of such habits, especially when Shinichiro is out of town.

Everyone was alert. With a room full of alphas they could not detect another presence of an omega. It seemed next to impossible. It was a puncture in their ballooned ego. Chifuyu was quick enough to check the bathrooms. “Baji-san, Toraaaa. She is here.”, he yelled since Manjiro was busy with the negotiations. Baji was nearing his pre-rut so he was avoiding everyone, even betas. “Awhh Baji don’t worry. I’ll tell you what kind of scent she has…”,Kazutora drawled in noticing Baji’s snarl. He was on the verge of getting a whack from Baji but fortunately, he was able to dodge it.

As Kazutora joked down to check her, he could smell that she had more roofies in her system than Emma, probably some aphrodisiacs too. “Mikeyyy”, he called for the alpha. “You need to see this.”, he supplied as Manjiro entered the bathroom. He crouched in front of yn to check her pulse.

As he held your wrist in between his fingers you tried to open your eyes but the drugs were tough. With your body being this weak, you could hardly manage to fight back if someone were to attack. Hence, prayer was the only option as your thoughts were dissolved in fear. With half-lidded eyes, you tried to conjecture: a blonde head with a dragon tattoo on his neck.

“Micheal…”, you murmured making the alpha purr under reflex. It was subtle but it was there. His eyes traveled back to where Kisaki, Chifuyu, and Kazutora were standing. The three of them exchanged looks before Manjiro declared. “She is breathing”

Kisaki was already one step ahead. He was calling Hanma to get a doctor for her need. No, it was not for yn’s safety, it was merely an act of kindness to please his new business partner. Mikey nodded very lightly and both the alphas standing near the door understood his cue. They had to leave the place along with Baji. The omega was at the peak of her heat cycle. Things would ly messy if she fell into wrong hands, now more than ever.

“I’ll call Hanma to send someone to take her to the hospital.”, Kisaki uttered before making the call.

“No. don’t.”, it was more of a command than a suggestion. It earned him the glare of other alphas that made him fill the holes in their head. “She can’t. She might be the one who roofied Emma’s drink.”, Kazutora and Kisaki were shocked at his behavior. He might be a fearsome figure but his heart was not made of ice. “ I’ll take her. ”

“But Mikey…”, Kisaki tried to assure him, that his connections were safe but Manjiro had already made up his mind.

“Kisaki. I’m done talking. I need to ask some questions to her regarding all these.”, he growled taking you in his arms. He lied.

Of course, I lied. I had to. Now, I did not know yn but I knew Emma’s type. She always had a knack to be friends with trouble-makers. Maybe that’s why she can handle all the Sano alphas in the house. I had to lie since I was not willing to leave an omega in her heat cycle at Tetta’s trusted & safe connections. I would not be surprised if he planned this all along. Baji had always warned me about him but I figured he could be of use to keep the dirty works of the town under his watch. All of these are so hard to manage. Emma needs a pep talk. She needs to know which bars, casinos, and clubs she should avoid if she ever decides to pull a stunt like that.

I was having bourbon and waiting for her to wake up. I need to know what kind of masking pill she used to keep her scent off us. If I had not checked her pulse, I would not know that she was in heat. What a day! First, my sister was nearly abducted and now I have an omega in my room, peacefully sleeping in my canopy bed. I wouldn't have carried her into my room but I was desperate for information. I needed to know how the fuck she knows my real name, Michael . If she was close to Emma, I would have known. I also needed another name to track back to the center point since very few people knew that Emma was pregnant. I’ll go bonkers if yn seemed to have any kind of stimulation in this.

But, I had to admit. She was strong, stronger than Emma. Emma might be an omega but growing up with alphas refined her senses. She acted almost like alpha and sometimes people misunderstood her type too. I did realize that I had finished six shots until my phone lit up with Ken-chin’s name.

“Is she alright?”, Manjiro’s heartbeats ceased for a while until he heard the familiar rhythm of heartbeats.

“See, she is perfectly fine. Our baby too.”, Draken could finally speak in a serene tone. Manjiro laid back his head on the headrest of the sofa exhaling deeply. “Also one more thing, Kisaki is clear. I asked Hanma about it. He has no idea.”

“Perfect.”, He saw a ray of hope, a hope not to be the so-called monster everyone has made me. He would hate it if you were to believe in such rumors. It will be harder to make you talk.

“I’ll take Emma home as soon as she regains consciousness” with that Draken ended the call.

Manjiro loosened his tie with a swish and discarded it on the floor. He was starting to feel a bit dizzy. When he noticed your weak body movements, he understood that the masking agent was starting to wear off from your body. But, with that contorted face, he knew you were having dreams, bad dreams to be accurate. He could have comforted you but that could make you hostile towards him. He did not want that, nope! He might have already crossed some boundaries by having you on his bed during your heat cycle but he can not just have you in his embrace and soothe the pain. Besides, with such a powerful masking agent he took the opportunity to see what happens if you were bestowed with the presence of such a flawless alpha like him. He was curious, hooked on your reactions.

“Emmaaa….”, Manjiro was perfectly still, eyes never leaving you, watching you like a hawk. “No, no nohh…don’t drink it…Emma”

She was wiggling so much that I wanted to wake her up but it would be hard for me not to take things further since her scent was bewitching. Maybe, that is why she used such a strong masking agent. She finally woke up as if she had seen a ghost. The first thing she did was look around steadily until her eyes were still on me. I don’t know how long it was, probably five seconds, without blinking. Damn!

Manjiro finally blinks as you meekly ask, “Where is my purse?”. He leaves his seat advancing towards you. You could feel your heartbeats in your ear, at the core of your throat until he stops mid-day saying, “you’re safe here.” His eyes trailed all over your body that made you aware of how afraid you looked to him.

“That doesn’t answer my question.”, Manjiro cocked his head at the sudden change of tone. He did not just save you to put up with this behavior. “I need it. I need it now. I think you know why.”, you manage to blurt out steadily tearing away your gaze from his, trying to fight off the pheromones he was emitting. How could he not be aware of that? What kind of alpha would not be able to keep their pheromones under control? Was he doing it on purpose?

You were so curled up in your shell, so afraid thinking about what he was going to do with you that it made him vexed enough about Kisaki’s ways to skim in this obsidian world of power and fame. He needed to fix this or rather deflect Tetta’s parasitic ways.

He tried to approach you but the way you recoiled at the corner of his bed closing your eyes and being afraid of him, made him pull away. He bit the inner side of his lower lip followed by a click of his tongue. “I’ll leave. Help yourself.”, Manjiro was already at the door when you opened your eyes. You averted to look him in the eyes. Those five seconds did a number on you. “But don’t try to run off. You’ll get eaten at this state.”, with that, he vanished from your sight instantly.

His disappearance made you aware of your surroundings. As you looked around, heartbeats were starting to regularize until the most important realization dawned on you as your eyes es fixated on the gigantic window. Luckily, for you it was open and you did not waste any further doing the obvious, did what he exactly told you not to do.

When you reached home, you realized you had lost your phone, your favorite purse, and some money. Hence, the first thing you did the next morning was to get a new number and a keypad phone. You were just about to call Emma but a sudden sight of a particular alpha ceased your movements. Manjiro was standing outside your office, leaning against his CB250T and going through his phone or maybe your phone. The frills of the curtains were still in your grasp as you watched him carefully. He was wearing jeans and a full-sleeved turtle neck. You drew in the curtains instantly as soon as his head angled up to you. Such sharp senses, as expected from an alpha like him!

The whole day he did not come to visit you in the office or called for you or send your belongings to you through the staff that pushed you more to the edge, thinking what could be the possible reason to wait outside in such hot weather all day? You remembered how you cocooned yourself in the bathroom yesterday as soon as he arrived with his pack of alphas. You tried to put all the puzzle pieces to get a proper picture but you still could not figure out why he took you to his home, let you sleep in his bed, and released pheromones voluntarily or involuntarily.

Manjiro was still standing there when you walked out of the office. He was just across the street looking at you while you stood frozen for a while. As he crossed the road, he handed you a bag that contained all your belongings, even your box of pills. You shrieked as his fingertips grazed yours. He was very warm.

“OMG! My purseeeeeee”, She squealed breaking my trance. Who the fuck gets happy over getting their purse back and not their iPhone? I did not realize that I laughed at her childishness until she glanced at me and started to walk away from me.

“Not even a thank you?”, I yelled gaining all the eyes in the street. She turned around walking back to me saying, “for what exactly?” I was willing to give up on the idea of interrogating her but with that attitude, I changed my mind. I tucked my hands inside my pocket and inclined towards her a bit saying that I need to ask some questions. I thought she would move or try to be a bit hostile but she just nodded.

We were sitting in a cafe waiting for our order. I had made up my mind already. I won’t talk unless she did first. Besides, her presence was comforting, her scent was soothing. She asked me what I wanna ask her and I’ve no idea why I dodged it. I told her that Emma will be out of the hospital next week and that she wanted to know how you were doing. Of course, she didn’t buy it but she didn’t laugh at my face for being such a douchebag. I mean I was keeping her with me after her work and wasting time with stupid questions painfully making it obvious that I enjoy her presence. She is bound to hate me. She finished her cold coffee taking her sweet time playing with it, making bubbles thinning my patience saying nothing in return. So, I did what I should not have done, I invited her to Emma’s baby shower which was nowhere in the picture. She stopped playing with her food saying, “I’ll talk to her. I don’t think I’ll be able to attend but I’ll try.”

My heart sank and I was too busy figuring out her why rather than mine. I wanted to drop her home but I’m sure she wouldn’t like that. I tried to keep her longer asking about the box of pills.

“Oh, that? Although I’m a doctor I work in a lab sometimes. ”, she answered without beating around the bush. Just my luck!!!

Ah! Now that makes sense , Manjiro pondered. This is the second time he was grinning wide, the first time was when you were playing with the drink. He does not seem to be aware of how handsome and approachable he looked when he smiled like that and it would be shooting an arrow in the dark if you were to tell him because he does not seem to match Emma’s description at all. She mentioned a raven-haired boy and a lot older than her, who did not have a dragon tattoo so naturally, you had a hard time putting all the puzzle pieces in place. And thanks to those who roofied your drink as well as Emma’s making everything hazy. You gave in to that thread of curiosity. You should not have, it snapped.

“Do you have an elder brother? Shinichiro. . .?”, Manjiro stopped eating his choco parfait. His obsidian eyes fell on you while his adam apple bobbed. Amidst the hustle-bustle, you could only feel his stares drilling into your soul. Manjiro clicked his tongue and left the cafe like a gust of wind. You did not realize you had held your breath until the sound of his bike faded.

A week passed and he was there again, outside your office. This time without his bike. He waved at you and exclaimed heartily, “Emma said you have a sweet tooth. So, I brought these”; it made you chuckle since if Emly had told him that you had a sweet tooth he would not have brought vanilla ice-cream cones. Still, you took it. His visits became frequent after that. Some days he would talk about his brothers: Shinichiro and Izana while sometimes about how he met the other alphas of his pack. He had so many stories. He never got tired of speaking but sometimes when you’d ask about him, his likes and dislikes he would dodge them all, every single time. There was this one time when you asked why he was visiting you, occasionally dropping by to give you gifts. He said,

“What if it was you whom they wanted to abduct? What if they still wanna harm you? What if they’re keeping tabs on your research?”, I tried to come up with every possible case just to get her reactions. y/n was very inert to my ways. I kept visiting and she did not bother to drag petty reasons like love. I liked that. I liked when she would snort in laughter every time I told about the rumors floating around about me. Thanks to Izana for filling me in on that part. I told Shinichiro about yn. He said that it was better to keep her under supervision given the fact that she was a doctor.

Sometimes, Baji would yell at me for visiting her almost every day and not going to nightclubs anymore. Draken was busy taking care of Emma, but he still managed to get on my nerves. So, did my other alphas. It was getting so hard to sneak out under their nose but I enjoyed it. I liked chasing her too. The baby shower was around the corner and hence I had to call Shin and Izana to come home days before the ceremony otherwise Emma is gonna kick me out of the house. So, I had to stop visiting her, for a while but I did not waste the time but rather put it to good use, which is gathering intel about her friendship with y/n. I managed to gather very little but at least I won’t end up buying vanilla ice-creams this time. Guess, that's not her taste.

I have never asked about her relationships or which pack she belongs to or has any alpha already claimed her. I wanted to know but I never said anything about myself so I figured I shouldn’t ask her about such personal things. There were times when I tried asking about her relationship with Emma. She mentioned that y/n was sent abroad for studies at a very young age and it was a miracle that Emma met her at the bar. Come to think of it, we met under very bad circumstances and I went to great lengths to clean all the drug routes. Mitsyua and Pah-chin handle most of it. I just had one condition, ‘no circulation of roofies on the plain bar, restaurants. Sex clubs are on the table only if it is consensual.’ I was impressed how Kisaki managed to pull this off steadily and there were fewer raids in all our bars, and casinos. So, I could not give a fuck who the snitch was. Besides, the baby shower was just tomorrow which was more important.

I was lying on the bed keeping my elbow as support. Emma was folding the dresses that I bought for the baby. I had zero ideas about such things so obviously, I dragged yn along with me. Emma did not know about this and I don’t intend on telling her since she was envious enough about how fast I became friends with her and still maintained it. I have a record of scaring girls away in the worst possible way. Emma lost some friends because of that but they were irritating. I doubt Emma would have them in the long run.

“So, she is coming right?”

“Well, you invited her. Go ask her.”,

“Tell me, is she coming on that day?”, still no answer. I poked her two times while Ken-chin mouthed, ‘stop it.’

“Nah ! tell me, Emma, Stop being a pus-ahhh…AHH…sorry sorry…”, Emma was stronger during this time. She pulled my ears, turning them beet-red, unlike other times. Draken was laughing. He always enjoyed whenever I got yelled at, especially by Emma. “I’ll ask her by myself…a.h..Ahh…Ahh”

“Hello”, you mewled. Both the sanos stopped bickering, Manjiro’s onyx eyes dilated in surprise as they fell on you. Emma wasted no time in greeting you, taking the bag from your hand. “The guy on the outside said you all will be in this room so. . .”

“Shin is here already. Fuck, why the hell he never tells me when he is coming?”, Manjiro leaped from the bed and faded into the long corridor.

“You’re just right on time yn. I’ve got a lot to talk about.”, Emma was looking breathtakingly beautiful. The last time, when you saw her she was already three months pregnant. Draken left greeting you with a smile. You noticed the folded baby clothes and were about to ask how she likes them but she started to talk about which one she would try on the baby first. You deduced that Manjiro kept mum about the shopping.

Dinner was served in the room. There was no sign of Manjiro and Draken, perhaps they were busy managing the house or were with Izana and Shinichiro. Manjiro’s pack of alphas will come tomorrow, just before the ceremony. It is indeed odd as well as surprising how a few months back you met all of them, and tomorrow you’ll be meeting them again, in a sane and stable state.

Emma guided you to a different room, where you would be staying. She would have spent the night with you, she wanted to but you insisted her to be in her alpha’s presence. You noticed a canopy bed that almost seemed new. Emma might have arranged it for you. “Oh, godddd! The bed is so beautiful, I love it so much Emma.”, you squealed in excitement ready to kick off those slippers and jump in the bed but then you asked if you could do that since that bed might be for her and Draken. She would not mind your scent but her husband might be offended about it.

Emma chuckled seeing your excitement and appreciated your sentiment. She was about to say something but then a husky voice turned up, “It’s newly made, mine. You can use it if you want yn” You blinked at Manjiro, He was leaning against the door, licking a spoon, occasionally dipping it in an ice cream tub. His eyes were switching from you and them to the ice cream tub. Whenever he dipped the spoon there was so much hollowed sound suggesting that it was empty. He just needed an excuse to talk, to tell you that he made that bed specifically for you. Last time, he did a blunder for having you in his bed like that.

“Well, good night then. See you tomorrow.”, Manjiro drawls in leaving before you could say anything. Emma smiled exclaiming with a chime, “Ummm. . .When did this happen?” You palmed your face sinking onto the bed with a thud, Emma might have failed to notice but you did; both the top of his ears was bright red.

Manjiro could not sleep a blink. Every time he closed his eyes either it was your voice, the memory of your scent, or just your angelic face. He could not just believe that you would take the offer and stay overnight just before the ceremony, which means,

She’ll be attending the baby shower. She will be there all day and I would watch her, spend more time with her. I knew I would not get any sleep if I kept thinking about my feeling for her. I was getting hungry so I decided to head downstairs. I was about to go straight back to my room but decided to take a detour. She was sleeping peacefully, tucked under covers. The moonlight fell on her body, a little bit on her face. She looked like a pearl. Omegas indeed tended to glow during their heat cycle and her beauty would prove it wrong. She always looked beautiful. I lightly grazed her cheeks with the back of my fingers. She purred tossing and turning to the other side. I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned to see her face one more time before going back to my room.

“I love you.”, Manjiro mumbled kissing yn’s forehead and leaving immediately. The morning was filled with preparations. Draken was a little relaxed to have a doctor in the house. He was with his friends. Manjiro was nowhere to be seen. You wanted to talk to him, to tell him that you’d have to leave next week since you got a job transfer. After all, you owed him your life. Everyone was there, even Shinichiro and Izana but you could not spot him anywhere. Losing all hope to have a last talk with him you had to ask Emma about him. She said that he went to visit Kisaki and Hanma to invite them, on Izana’s suggestion. It was a last-minute change and it had to be done as a social courtesy to have them on the cordial side. Emma mentioned that he was probably getting ready in his room and you need not told to be twice what to do next.

Manjiro was getting ready for the occasion when you appeared in his room. The mirror was adjacent to the door of the room and opposite his bed and hence, when you stepped into his room in a rush to have just a glimpse of him, you almost tumbled when Manjiro muttered, “Hey there!”

“Did Emma send you to get me? I told her I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Tsk, Izana, and Shin are already there to attain the guests and my pack is too. . .”

“I came by myself.”, Manjiro stopped fidgeting with his tie. “May I ?”, you asked pointing towards his tie. It was better than looking him in the eye when you tell him about your job transfer and it would help you to focus on the talk rather than his dashing handsome aura.

“Yeah sure.”, Manjiro responded with a blink. You walked up to him taking his tie in your hand as you started to talk, “I should have said this earlier, I’m moving out…”

“Moving? Where?”, Manjiro pushed the door after pressing the lock of the door knob. You jolted at the thud yet continued, “I don’t know that yet. I’ve got only two weeks” The tie left your hand with a swish and wrapped around your waist making you cling to his body. “Yes, you should have told me about this earlier yn. I had plans ya'know ”, he murmured while his pitch black eyes stilled on your lips. You held the lapel of his suit staring at his eyes that shone like a starry night sky.

Manjiro pressed his nose against your cheeks, exhaled deeply, and slowly traced down to your neckline imbibing your scent. You did not resist. His embrace was comforting, harmless that did not reek any of the fearsome stories you had heard about him. You curled your hands around his nape whispering into his ear, “I love you too”. You could hear him gruff before he pulled away from you exclaiming with that majestic smile of his, “hmmm, any more bombs in your store to drop?” Your lips tugged up in an upward crescent as you nodded suggesting that you had none. “Perfect”, he uttered letting out a purr as he kissed your cheeks. “Manjiro. . . we’ve to go”, you murmured while his hands roamed all over your back, and waist till it ended with a squeeze of your ass making you arch into him.

“Yeah! we always have bad timing.”, was all he could state before his teeth dug into your neck. He was strong that you knew since the moment you laid eyes on him but had no idea that he would be this gentle. You have thought about it; more than once, about how rough he could be in bed, during his rut. You moaned into his ears as his hands slipped under your white floral gown. He quickly bunched up the frills pull them off you and tossed them somewhere in the room. His eyes scanned your body that was barely clad with bra and panty.

He sucked in a strong breath saying, “That’s why we need to make this quick.”, one of his hands was already holding yours above your head while the other was clamped around your waist. His lips traced all over your chest, occasionally nipping. You were squirming so much that he let go of your hands and you instantly clung to him. His fingers slipped into your panty rubbing your feminity. “You are starting to get wet. Are you on your magic pills?”, he asked pushing two of his fingers inside you with ease. It didn’t hurt you but you desperately grasped his sleeves as he started to move his fingers slowly which acted as a hindrance to your response.

“Stop, manjiro”, you huffed as he pulled away from you giving you space. “I … I can’t stand anymore. Take me to the bed.”, your breathing was so rash that it made him worry. Was he too forward in his advances? But then, a concerning issue dawned on him. The way your body reacted to him, his pheromones, you were probably still a virgin. Just to think that he would be your first made his cock twitch.

He swiftly took you in his arms, his hands under your inner thigh as your legs wrapped around his torso, your fingers skimming through his blonde strands of hair as your lips dashed on his. He chuckled at your hunger for him, breaking the kiss he threw you on his bed. You gulped as he started to discard his clothes one by one until he was naked, cock hard, and aroused. He did not feel embarrassed while your eyes roamed everywhere but not on him. You were not naked yet. The mere thought of being naked, being seen by him made you dizzy but at the same time, you couldn't wait for him to touch you, mark every inch of your body.

Manjiro towered over your body saying, “You should have told me”, his arms slipped underneath your valley of waist gripping firmly. “that you're a virgin. I don't know what academics you were taught but virgins smell different…”, you were already in his lap now, legs curled around his waist while his cock was grazing your pussy. Your cheeks swelled, and lips formed upper meniscus as you cleared your throat asking, “would that be a problem…in knotting me?”

Manjiro couldn't believe what he just heard. His ears were burning in warmth. He blinked: ONCE. TWICE. and then let out a loud trail of laughter. He thought just how much of a rush you were in that you wished to be knotted by him for the first time. But it would certainly hurt you if he didn't with how needy you’re now; at the same time, he can’t since he knew your virgin body wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

“No… yeah…maybe….”, you laughed at his confused tone. “I don't wanna sound rude but you can't take me right now.”

“I’m not on magic pills, Manjiro.”, you played with your fingertips as he flinched at your confession. It makes him swell with pride that you stopped taking those pills.

Manjiro pulled your panty aside and slid his cock inside you, slowly adjusting it up to the girth. His eyes watched you wince and gasp as he sheathed himself in you. You unclipped your bra and finally, you could look him in the eye being bare at his display. His fingers wrapped around your waistlines, gripping firmly, before making you thrust on him. Soft moans filled the room along with the squelching; squeaking of the bed.

Manjiro started to notice the increasing pressure of your nails on his back making crescent marks. He was right, you were hurting. “Hey, hey look at me”, he murmured sucking your nipples harshly so that your eyes fly back to him. “I don’t want …mmgh…rush our bonding…”, you gripped his biceps trying to move away from him, it was starting to make you weak. He was not kidding when he said that you wouldn’t be able to take him.

Your nipples were now blemished and wet. The strong breeze lit goosebumps on your skin like wildfires. “Mark me.”, Manjiro rasped quickening the pace as he felt your gummy walls clenching him.

“Whattt?”, you asked watching him with wide eyes. It is generally a symbol of ownership when an alpha marks their partners. You could not imagine exchanging marks. Manjiro’s hand slipped on your ass making you bob on him faster with broad and hefty strokes. “Please…”, he mewled.

You traced your fingers on his dragon tattoo while gasping vigorously chasing your high, your breasts rubbing his chest making your head all mushy to think straight. His lips once again clamped on your neckline while yours were on the crook of his neck. Both of you bit each other till you tasted blood. When you pulled away his peachy lips were soaked in crimson lust. You wanted to kiss him but he managed to swiftly roll you having you underneath him and pressing his lips in yours. He continued kissing while slowly gliding his cock in you, his hips bucked, thighs shuddered as your palms wrapped around his nape sucking his lips clean.

“Ah-fuck”, he growled arching as he finished inside you quickly pulling out and rolling beside you. Both of you glistened with sweat, panting and huffing, sprawling out like starfish. “Are you okay?”, he asked cupping your cheeks. You snuggled into his touch nodding, breathing still irregular. “ Do you think you can go to the party?” You looked at him trying to figure out if that was a tease or not but when you noticed his puffy pink lips you smiled saying, “Why ? are you tired only by this?” Manjiro liked his lips, rolling his tongue inside his mouth thinking about how many ways he could prove you wrong but he has a baby shower to attend.

Manjiro couldn't stop staring at you during the whole ceremony. Every time you looked at him, he was already looking at you and did not even bother to look away. Why would he? You knew he was in love with you. He didn't have to hide it from you anymore. Beside his dragon tattoo, there was another mark: your bitemark. It gleamed against the full moon night, he belonged to you now.

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A Different Fate - Final Chapter

OMG, it took me entirely too long to complete this, but I'm so happy now that it's done! I am so, so grateful to the anonymous (to you, not to me 😉) donor to the Write for Gaza project, who requested I finish this by the end of January. Well - I did it! And thank you so, so much - I can't tell you how much it means!

A Different Fate - Series Masterlist

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (past)

Featuring: Tobias Carrick, Sienna Trinh

Rating: Teen

Words: 3,700

Category: Short-Series/AU/Lost Love

Summary: Ethan's first attempt to talk to Casey didn't work out, but now, with Tobias & Sienna's help, will it finally work out? Or will they have to resign and accept their fate?

A/N: When I started this, it was supposed to be a one-off, and now, I'm finally done after 5 parts! It's funny how these things take on a life of their own. I know a few of you have been very anxious for this to post, and I thank you for your extraordinary patience. I hope you find it's worth it in the end! @choicesjanuary2024 Day 23 - Hope Ethan x Kaycee Masterlist | My Full Masterlist

The bus jolted forward the moment the light turned green, jostling its passengers around like dolls—every passenger except for Sienna Trinh. Growing increasingly impatient with her “charge,” she sat firmly in place, arms crossed defiantly before her chest.

“This is a stupid idea!” She said, slapping a startled Ethan’s arm across the bus aisle.

“Oww!”

“Don’t oww, me!” She fired back. “You blew my advice off yesterday, and look how well that went. Maybe you should listen to me now.”

“I know,” Ethan droned. “But this is different.”

“Si, I have to agree with Ethan on this one,” Tobias said, his face twisting as he realized his words. “Shit! It hurt more than I expected to say that.”

“Thanks, pal.”

“Don’t mention it,” Tobias smirked. “Si, he can’t do this right now. He’d have to ambush her at work, and you see how well that went. We have a plan in place; it will be fine.”

“Normally, I’d agree with you, but I’m done tempting fate with these two. Something always goes wrong.”

“Look, the bonehead has put it off eight years. It can wait another eight hours to ensure it’s done right.”

“You know,” Ethan interrupted, “it might be helpful if the two of you wouldn’t talk about me like I wasn’t here.”

Sienna turned to him, brow raised. “It would be great if you didn’t need the two of us here to make sure you don’t blow it!”

“She makes a point,” Tobias nodded, pleased with Ethan’s exasperation.

“Can we stick to the point?”

“The point is, you’ll speak to Kaycee tonight.”

“Yeah, after your date,” Ethan chuckled ruefully. “

“It’s not a date!” Tobias spat. “You know damn well I’m just going to the party with her to get that asshole Douglas off her back.”

Ethan shot a half-doubtful look.

“Really?” Tobias said incredulously. “I’ve been rooting for you two since she left Boston, and this is how you treat me? Trust me, Ramsey, all Kaycee wants is you, and the last thing I’d ever want is to have you as a metamour.”

Sienna’s nose scrunched. “A meta-what?”

Tobias waved her off with a chuckle. “Trust me, Si, you’re better off not knowing. Now, stop worrying. I’ll take Kaycee to the party, give the creepy doctor a few death stares, and after a drink or two, I’ll mention you’re in town, play wingman, then you swoop in for the grand finale. We’ve got it under control.”

“Yeah,” Sienna rolled her eyes. “With you two at the wheel, what could possibly go wrong?”

~~~~~

“I’m coming!” Kaycee clumsily rushed across her apartment to answer the door, slipping into her silver heels along the way. She opened the door breathless but stunning nevertheless. “Hey,” she smiled.

A grin spread across Tobias’s face; he had forgotten how well Dr. MacClennan cleaned up. With her long blonde curls cascading over her shoulder, barely skimming the bodice of her strapless ice-blue gown, she looked more like someone who spent her day posing for Vogue than saving lives in scrubs.

“What do you think?” she grinned.

“What do I think? If this is how you look for a fake date, what the hell do you do on real ones? How many heart attacks have you been responsible for, MacClennan?”

“Shit!” She said with a stomp of her foot. “I screwed up! I shouldn’t have brought you tonight!”

“Oh, why?”

“I should have invited Dr. Douglas himself! If I knew cardiac arrest would be the result, well, that would be one way to be rid of him.”

Tobias burst out laughing. “I forgot just how wicked you could be.”

Slipping an earring in, she winked. “I’d feel guilty about it ten minutes later. Not guilty enough to start CPR, but guilty all the same."

"Well, I'm happy to provide a less lethal way of getting rid of Dr. Jackass.”

She grabbed her clutch off the side table and looked at Tobias, casually leaning against the door. She swore he hadn’t aged a day, still wearing that signature confident swagger as well as he wore his dark, tailor-made suit. She crossed her arms and shook her head disapprovingly.

“What?” He asked, checking his attire to see if something was wrong. “Do I not clean up as well as you?”

“Too well. If word gets out that I’m dating you, no one will ask me out again. They’d be afraid of the competition.”

He chuckled softly, visions of Ethan in his mind. “Well, let’s hope it won’t come to that.”

Stepping to Kaycee’s side, he offered his arm. “Shall we?”

“Let’s go!”

~~~~~

The party was exactly what one would expect to cap off the career of a renowned doctor from one of the top hospitals in the world. The rooftop ballroom’s floor-to-ceiling windows provided a panoramic view of the City’s famed skyline; fairy lights scattered throughout the room illuminated it with an ethereal glow. Warm notes from the piano wafted through the air, competing with the gentle hum of convivial chatter as tuxedoed waiters distributed flutes of Dom Perignon. Tobias and Kaycee were on a mission and played the part of an enamored new couple so well that they earned envious stares, not only from Dr. Douglas but from several others as well. But as much fun as that was, Tobias couldn’t get his mind off his primary goal of the night: getting Ethan and Kaycee together. He looked at his watch. She only wanted to stay two hours, and they were about to hit that mark.

“Hey,” he whispered, “Wanna take a spin around the dancefloor before we blow this joint? Make this look legit?”

Wordlessly placing her empty champagne flute on a passing waiter's tray, she took Tobias’s hand and led him to the dancefloor. Ironically, finding the most privacy they’d had all night.

“Dancing was a good idea,” she said. “Everyone knows I wouldn’t leave a party without dancing... and it’s not like you’re a stick in the mud that would refuse me.”

“Kacyee, it would be difficult for anyone to refuse you.”

“Yeah,” she smiled sadly, “You’d be surprised.”

“I don’t know about that. For Christ's sake, you used to get Ramsey to dance back in the day. I thought only an act of God could accomplish that!”

Kaycee’s body tensed, and her feet seemed to forget what they were supposed to do. As she stood still on the dance floor, Tobias looked her in the eye.

“I’m sorry, did I overstep?”

Kaycee shook her head and continued to dance. “It’s been so nice seeing you, but it takes me back, and sometimes, that can be hard, you know?”

“Yeah, I do. It takes me back, too, but is that such a bad thing? We had some good times.”

“Ha! It all depends,” she chuckled. “Do you have a time machine? Because I’d be happy to go back, but only if I could write a different fate.”

“I can’t do that,” he sighed. “Not the time machine part, but... maybe I can help with the different fate.”

Her brow furrowed. “What?”

“Come on,” he said, taking her hand. “Follow me.”

Kaycee remained silent as they ran down the plushly carpeted hall. But, when they found an empty banquet room, she wanted answers.

“OK, we’re alone now. What’s going on?”

“I want to talk to you about Ethan.”

Kaycee shook her head, throwing her hands in the air in frustration.

“We did that. We had that conversation at dinner the other night. We don’t need to do it again.”

“Did we have that conversation? Because as far as I remember, I didn’t tell you that he was here.”

“He’s what? He’s here... like in New York?”

“I’ll do one better,” he smiled. “He’s sitting at the bar in the lobby.”

Her eyes narrowed, and Tobias wasn’t sure if he saw shock or anger flickering in them.

“You told me he was in Boston. You said he refused to come with you!”

“He was. Or at least I thought he was. But when I got to my hotel that night, he was there.”

She crossed her arms smugly. “So he came to attend the conference. Right?”

“Nope. He didn’t come for the conference. He came here for you.”

“For me?” Her voice cracked. “He came here for me. Yet he’s been in town for two days and hasn’t reached out to me once.”

“Well... about that. He did. He stopped by Langone yesterday and sort of heard you tell Dr. Douglass that you had a thing... for me.”

Kaycee felt her stomach drop. “No!”

“Yes.”

“No, no, no, no! He doesn’t really think I want you, does he?”

“Hey, don’t act so disgusted!” Tobias said defensively. “Believe it or not, most people would kill to get with this... but Ethan knows you’re not one of them. I can’t give you a time machine, but you can give yourself a second chance.”

She remained silent, her heart beating faster as she stared out the window into the night.

“Tobias, it’s taken me eight years to say his name without crying. To recall our time together and feel whistful, not just sad. I’m content with my life here, and if I open that door and it slams shut once again... I don’t know that I could take it.”

“Kaycee, you’re right. Eight years have passed, and a lot has changed. Like you – you’re not a young, wide-eyed resident anymore. You have a brilliant career that can only be attributed to one thing – and that’s you. No one could dare say you made it because you were involved with him. You love each other. Why keep denying it.”

“He loves me?” She asked. “He used those exact words.”

“Well, he didn’t actually say the words, but... why would he say them to me? Why don’t you give him a chance... to say them to you?”

“But Tobias,” she said with a quiver in her voice. “What if... what if it doesn’t work?”

“But Kaycee... what if it does?”

~~~~~

Boston and Philadelphia had skyscrapers for sure, but neither city could hold a candle to New York, and right now, Kaycee couldn't be more grateful to the town she now called home. Sixty-eight floors, she thought, taking a tentative step into the elevator. Sixty-eight floors stood between her and the lobby, and she hoped they’d stop at each one.

Standing in the back corner, she relied on the walls to keep her upright as passengers piled in. She needed time. Time to think, to decide what she’d say, to breathe.... sixty-eight floors should have given her the time she needed to center and gain a semblance of composure. But it went by in an instant, and when the elevator doors began sliding over, all she could do was watch in horror.

Her head was spinning, and her mind was lost in a cloud of confusion. Ethan was waiting in the lobby... for her? It couldn’t be real. Tourists and locals alike chatted happily about their evening plans as they stepped out, a direct contrast to Kacyee, who stood frozen in fear. Only the elevator operator’s gruff voice brought her back to reality.

“Ma’am, are you getting out?”

She turned to him, then back to the door, and considered returning to the grand ballroom. But something inside her stirred. Tobias was right; she was no longer playing the part of the ingenue, filled with hope and naivete that were somehow both her greatest strength and weakness. No, she was a big girl now, and whatever happened when she walked through that door... she’d be able to handle it.

“Ma’am," the man repeated with increased irritation. “Shall I close the doors?"

“Uhm. No," she said, standing upright and dusting off the front of her gown. “No. I’m getting off here.”

The world seemed to move in slow motion as she stepped into the lobby. If this were a movie, Ethan would be waiting across a crowded room, their eyes would meet in an instant, and the credits would roll as soon as they shared a perfect kiss, one that left no doubt that they were destined for happily ever after. But real life seldom ran so smoothly, as Kaycee was about to confirm. She looked all around, to the left and the right, but no sign of him. She walked the perimeter of the room, even just outside, and still... nothing. Tobias said Ethan would be at the bar, so she returned and hopped on a stool to wait and wait. She was patient at first, but five minutes passed, then ten. Her fingers began to rap against the rich mahogany countertop when it reached fifteen, and by twenty? By twenty, she had enough.

Standing up with a weary sigh, she chastised herself for opening that door even a crack. You should have learned by now, she thought as she headed toward the exit. She was almost outside when she saw Tobias coming off the elevator. She turned on her high heel and headed his way. Why lambast herself if she could lambast him? He didn’t see her coming and reacted with surprise when he felt the shove on his shoulder.

“He’s here, huh? He’s waiting for me at the bar? Well, guess what? He didn’t show!”

“Kaycee,” Tobia started, but she wouldn’t allow him to speak.

“No! Don’t Kaycee me! This is precisely l why I didn’t want to get my hopes up! This is how it always ends with us... either he walks away, or he doesn’t show... and I swore I wouldn’t put myself in this position again!”

“Kayce, if you’d just let me....”

“NO! No, I don’t want to hear what you have to say because all that matters is that he’s not here! He’s not here, and....”

Her breath hitched when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Is that....” she whispered.

“You know,” Tobias smirked. “You might want to turn around.”

She turned around slowly, and just like that, life was imitating art. A feeling of warmth surrounded her the moment their eyes met. He may have aged a little, but she’d know him... she’d know those eyes... anywhere.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, handing her a single red rose. “I stepped out to buy this from a street vendor. I thought it would be a nice touch.”

With her heart racing, she lifted the flower to her nose and inhaled its fragrant scent.

“And that took twenty minutes?” she grinned, putting Ethan at ease.

“Well, I also needed to go to the men's room. It took more than one glass of Scotch to get up the nerve to offer you an apology that could make up for eight years.”

“Ethan,” she whispered, at a loss for words.

“Well, this is the shittiest rose ceremony I’ve ever seen, and I’ve had to suffer through many an episode of The Bachelor,” Tobias observed. He pat Ethan on the back. “Nice touch, a little cheesy, but not bad for you.”

“You can go now,” Ethan grumbled.

“I was planning on it,” Tobias nodded at Kaycee, then looked Ethan in the eye. “You two can take it from here. Don’t fuck this up.”

“Can we?” Kaycee asked once Tobias was gone. “Can we take it from here, or will one of us mess it up somehow?”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” he smiled. “Why don’t we go someplace and talk.”

~~~~~

She couldn’t remember leaving the hotel lobby or how they decided where they would walk. All she knew was they ended up strolling along Central Park West, a comfortable distance between them, as she chattered aimlessly about nothing at all. Anything to avoid an awkward silence or, worse yet, an awkward conversation. While Kaycee faced straight ahead, Ethan couldn’t keep his eyes off her. She was as beautiful as he remembered, perhaps even more so. He was afraid if he took his eyes away, she’d disappear, and he wouldn’t allow that. Then, even in the dim streetlights, he saw her starting to shiver, and without missing a beat, he removed his jacket and placed it over her shoulders, bringing her to a stop.

“I’m sorry,” he said, taking a half step back. “You looked cold.”

“Yes,” she smiled nervously. “It is... it is getting cold.” She motioned to a food truck on the edge of the street and smiled. “I’d suggest we get coffee to warm up, but I know that wouldn’t meet your standards.”

“Is that what you want?” He asked. “Go. Go sit on that bench, and I’ll get us some.”

“You’re going to drink coffee... from a food truck?”

Ethan shrugged, a smile tugging at his lips. “I have to start living a little sometime. Tonight sounds like the perfect time to start.”

He walked away, and Kaycee hollered after him. “Wait, you didn’t ask how I wanted my coffee."

He turned around with his hands in his pockets and utter confidence. “At this hour? Decaff. Definitely, decaff with a splash of milk, preferably almond, but if they don’t have that, plain milk will do. And Splenda, two Splenda... even though you know they’re not good for you.”

A slow smile spread across Kaycee’s lips. “You... remember.”

“Yes,” he nodded. “I remember everything.”

“Well, I take three Splenda now,” she winked, and he felt his heart flutter.

“Go sit,” he smiled, and she all but skipped away.

She watched his silhouette in the ethereal light, still attempting to convince herself this was real. But she had to believe it was true when she felt the steaming hot cup in her hand. She watched with anticipation as Ethan took a sip from his cup and couldn’t help but laugh when he tried to contain a grimace.

“Oh, it’s funny,” he smiled. “Do you enjoy watching me suffer?”

“No,” she whispered, gently taking his hand and placing her coffee on the bench beside her. “No, I think we’ve both suffered plenty, and I don’t want either of us to suffer anymore.”

The touch of her hand impacted him more than he could have imagined, and he found himself unable to speak. He turned to her with tears in his eyes, just managing to mutter her name before pulling her into a tight embrace. Kaycee buried her face in his shoulder, taking in the warm, familiar scent she used to know so well. One of Ethan’s hands was entangled in her curls, while his other arm pulled her as close as he possibly could. They stayed there a long while, silent and amazed at the reality – both had assumed if this day were ever to come, it would be filled with fireworks. An explosion of passion that couldn’t be felt miles away. But the reality was different. It was warm, safe, comforting, a loving embrace each had desired for so long – it wasn’t fireworks, it was coming home.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” her voice cracked. “I can’t believe you’re in my arms.”

“I’m trying to believe it myself,” he said, pulling back to gaze into her crystal blue eyes. His hand cupped her chin, his thumb tenderly stroking her cheek. “You’re so beautiful. What kind of fool am I depriving myself of seeing this face for so long?”

Kayce reached up to take his hand, gently placing a kiss on it. “Then, shall we try to rectify that now?”

“We could. If that’s what you want.”

Kaycee sat back with a smile so gentle and warm Ethan didn’t need words to know her answer. She reached up and messed up his hair. “How did we screw us up so badly? I mean, I can blame it on being young and stupid, but you didn’t have that luxury.”

Laughing, he took her hand. “You may have been young, but you were never stupid. You knew so much more than me. I know there’s no fairy godmother that will show up with a magic wand, and I know we will still have things to work out. But the thing I know most of all is that I love you. I love you with all my heart, and I’ve wasted too many years without you by my side. I’m determined to put an end to that as soon as I can.”

“You love me,” she sighed. “Well, that’s good... because I love you. I love you so much.”

Ethan reached over and embraced her, letting out a joyful groan as he lifted them to their feet. She held on tight as he spun her around, stopping to gently put her back down. They stood face-to-face, a world of memories crossing their minds as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Time and distance had done nothing to them; their love remained the same. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, lighting a flame that had flickered but never extinguished. It was more than a kiss. It was a promise, a silent vow that was a testament to their love, which had never, ever died.

“We can’t screw this up, Ethan,” she said as they broke away. “If we’re going to do this, I want this to be forever. I can’t lose you again.”

“Good!” He grinned brighter than she had ever seen. “Because I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Ethan offered his arm, which she gladly accepted, nuzzling her head into his shoulder as they started to walk.

“So, where are we going?” She asked.

“Well, I do have a hotel room nearby.”

Kaycee playfully nudged him. “A hotel room? Mister, I have a whole apartment, and it’s quite nice! You know, your girl did all right for herself!”

“Oh, I’ve kept tabs on you. I know you did.”

“Then let’s go!”

As they walked to her apartment, they passed the café Kaycee had dined in not too long ago, and she told Ethan the story of that night. How two estranged lovers had come together, and he professed his undying love. She relayed how she was trying to listen in on their conversation, but in the end, she didn’t need to since the young man yelled it out for all to hear. The crowd applauded, and she secretly paid their bill. It was straight out of a movie.

“I’m glad you got to see that,” Ethan smiled. “You always loved a happy ending.”

“Mmm-hmm,” she agreed. “And now, I’ve got one of my own.”

(Yep that last part was from Part 1. 😊)

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Ahhh!! I’ve just been thinking about a Mowglie!Spider AU for so long now!!! I’d love to hear more about it if you have any more ideas. What was it like being raised by animals and Eywa?

I’m so glad you liked it/ asked !!!❤️❤️

Okay so, as for what it was like being raised by Eywa / animals of Pandora:

Spider is definitely big on community since was raised almost collectively if that makes sense? So like every animal would show him things that are more specific to them

EG: the Prolemuris or the Syaksyuk (the blue monkey things from the fisr movie) would have been the animals that taught Spider how to be a better climber, like how to find those invisible grips and how to swing from branches.

or like Direhorses / Pa’il would show him how to control his breathing better so that he could run more

(Granted all these lessons would need a lot of patience as they can’t used words)

But I think his primary caregiver/ closest thing to a physical parent would be the Thanator mother and her cub. (I see them as only normally having one or two cubs who they stay with untill they are in their adult hood. So they’re very protective of their territory/nests and will react violently to any perceived threat)

She’s the one who raised him while he was still a baby. She’s the one he’ll go to at night to sleep with because he feels the safest around her. He definitely takes on more of her animalistic characteristics because of that.

His upbringing was definitely difficult, more so when he was still a baby and couldn’t really communicate at all. A lot of it was trial and error.

I also think his Thanator mum barely stands it when he’s with other animals but she knows he’ll come back/ there are things she can’t teach him.

They are very protective of their young and it’s really difficult for them when they can’t see their child at all times

Spider doesn’t tend to speak much (the only language he does speak is Na’vi) bc the only time he has to do it is when he’s communing with Eywa and the ancestors so I think he’d be more inclined to using animal noises

I think he would adapt the various noises he uses depending on the animal he’s with, but it always tends to lean closer to the thanator (like a child learning their parents accent)

I also decree that Spider can replicate these noise perfectly because come on, he was raised around them & he’s Eywa’s special little guy

He’s defo a messy eater (I already said this but, he’s really really messy), he spends the first few years just eating meat raw because he wouldn’t have been introduced to fire (this doesn’t make him overly sick, it just doesn’t taste as good)

He probably only learned how to make fire because Eywa refused to let him disconnect from the spirit tree without him taking on and learning how to cook his damn food

Eywa defiantly took a far more active role in his upbringing, especially when he was a baby.

EG: she’d use the Atokirina to guide him around after he’d learned to walk, to help him find his way back if he ever got lost, lead him away from danger before he ever knew he was in it.

When he would cry uncontrollably as a baby the Atokirina would enable him to feel her presence more closely and it would be very comforting (something his Thanator mum was very thankful for) (he also learned to feel her just as closely without their help once he got older)

I don’t think he’s really aware of how significant his connection with Eywa is (despite how blatantly obvious it is to literally anyone else)

Bc the animals are obviously very closely connected with her, but they can’t tell him that what he feels isn’t the norm

His sense of fear is definitely not where it really should be because he has absolutely no problem going to places / doing things that would give others heart attacks because of how much he can feel eywa

EG: if he’s diving off large waterfalls into the water below, he’ll keep going until he climbs too high and feels this sense of danger/displeasure and he knows Eywa doesn’t want him to do that because it isn’t safe

Or if he’s not sure if something is safe to eat (probably human food) he’ll wait to see if he either gets a warm sensation in his stomach or like a quick jolt of discomfort

But this also means that when he can’t feel her (like being in the human base) sends in into panic, it’s like suddenly losing one of you important senses with no warning

I think he’d play around with other animals a lot and some of them would treat him like their own young

Eg: Ikran would nip at him like they do to their little ones to get them to try and bite back/just to play with them.

He also try’s to be independent and since he’s a kid he sometimes won’t heed Eywa’s warning

I’m sorry by having an almost teen rebellion against the literal god / planet is just the funniest thing to me 😂

Fan lizards love him but definitely hold a grudge against him 😂

You can’t tell me he wouldn’t have had fun running around annoying them as a little kid (he still does it now)

Very much into roughhousing because that’s how he played with his Thanator sibling.

He also only learned about modesty from they other Na’vi through the spirit tree / seeing some humans from a distance but not understand a thing about them

Also Eywa makes it very clear to him he needs to wear pants

Spider has never interact with a human, he actively avoided them throughout his early childhood

Like he just thinks they are the weirdest creatures ever with how out of place they look 😂

He also doesn’t like getting close to hells gate because the closer he gets to the building, the quieter Eywa gets and he absolutely hates that!

He’s never interacted with a na’vi / seen them up close but he’s more open to the idea than he is about humans

I’m not entirely sure if he can actually hear Eywa speak (if he can it’s only when he’s connected), but he can definitely feel her embrace him / feel her in the world around him. He also definitely feels her / views her as a mother in a more literal sense (something she’s happy with bc that’s her fearless and feral little boy)

Okay so for more general ideas / plot-ish ideas :

Kiri is the first Na’vi he’s seen up close and it was entirely by accident 😂

She probably tried to talk to him in English but he didn’t understand a word she said, so he tries his broken Na’vi (think small child who doesn’t talk much, not great at putting sentences together, but good enough that you get what he means)

Kiri & Spider send a few days bonding

When Kiri tells her family about the human boy none of them really believe her (they don’t call her crazy…..but they basically call her crazy👀)

They just assume she’s imagining him / it’s all a dream she keeps having

Kirk has enough of that bullshit and literally drags him kicking and screaming right into the middle of high camp just to prove her point😂 like “SEE! I’m not crazy!”

Pandemonium ensues 😂😭

Spider loses his mind

Lo’ak and Neteyam lose their minds

Tuk is just excited

Jakes brain breaks

Norm has his brain explode with science

Neytiri gets a headache

Mo’at is very intrigued

I think the scientists would be really interested in him but because of his distrust only Norm can get close when he’s in his avatar body (bc Jake & Kiri vouched for him personally, and their interactions are always outside at first after the chaos that was trying to get him inside)

I think people would be shocked at seeing Spider just doing his thing, and Norm desperately wants to know absolutely everything

I’m also going by the movies so he’s the only human (as close to human) child to have been born on Pandora because the scientists weren’t all that interested in baby making.

Spider does eventually start liking Norm because he takes way to much joy in teasing him with his animal noises/ he likes how important he feels when Norm gets all excited about the things he can do…..even if it is just him breathing

I don’t think he’d be a fan of people speaking English around him for a while because he doesn’t know how to speak it & doesn’t like that he can understand them

He’s a fast learner & Kiri is a great teacher and Tuk is her amazing helpers so he learns to speak in better sentences (even if he thinks the word use is excessive and will get sulky after a while if they keep correcting him when he doesn’t think he’s wrong) (Lo’ak finds it hilarious)

He really likes Jake because he can feels Eywa around him and makes him interested in him (different to how he feels Eywa around Kiri)

I can definitely see him and Kiri teaching each other how they experience Eywa

I absolutely see him totally unnerving jake by just quietly staring at him without blinking (everyone else finds it hilarious to see Jake get so weirded out 😂😂)

Neytiri would probably be far more accepting of him after a while & he definitely becomes some she’s begrudgingly fond of in the beginning, but eventually turns into full protective loving mama (because I’m a sucker for mama Neytiri)

Having Neytiri as his mother would definitely feel very different to Eywa/Thanator but in a very pleasant way, like she can actually hold him in her arms and speak a language he can easily understand (he still loves his other mama’s tho)

This is getting long so I’m going to leave it there 😅

I really like this au! Im interested in knowing what you guys think and I look forward to seeing how it will develop ❤️❤️

Thank you for reading & I hope you enjoyed ❤️

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ugh-yoongi · 2 months

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Jewel, I know your requests are closed but I desperately need to hear your thoughts on who in BTS would do this: https://www.tumblr.com/writing-prompt-s/739417828719034368/you-a-powerful-demoness-have-just-been-summoned

and why is it Namjoon (the potential for crack with this 148 IQ man who is also way more innocent than we think acc to one park jimin just takes me out)

i'm so sorry it took me so long to finish and post this but thank you so much for sending it bc i have been cackling about this scenario ever since.

the prompt: you, a powerful demoness, have just been summoned to earth. this man, this human, wants you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a few days so his parents will get off his back about it.

the gang summons a demon

pairing: namjoon x f. reader genre: supernatural au; crack warnings: reader is a demon and engages in demon behavior, swearing, namjoon makes mention of not being straight, heteronormative parental expectations, jk learns about arcane things on tumblr (which is not an original idea; i read a fic ages ago where taekook are tumblr witches but i cannot find it, so credit to that author or whoever came up with it first), unedited so any mistakes are mine. rating: e for everyone wordcount: 2k

It’s been years since you’ve been to Earth—even longer since you’ve been to South Korea.

“I haven’t been here since 1910,” you say, staring at the gobsmacked man across from you. He’s tall, with tanned skin and a bleached buzz cut; a smattering of tattoos dotting his toned arms—whites and rich hues of blue, imitations of some kind of ceramic art, you think; a golden hoop through his nose; cheeks with dimples so deep you’re sure they’ll crater. “People here definitely didn’t look like you back then, so I’m going to assume we’re pretty far into the future.”

“It’s 2024,” he answers, seemingly still a little dazed. He’s staring at you with wide eyes, jaw dropped. Normally it’s nice to be looked at like that, with all the reverence and awe you deserve, but Earth is not your favorite place to be. Doesn’t even crack the top fifty, if you’re being honest. “Did you say 1910? As in the beginning of the—”

You sigh. “Uh-huh. Hey, if you wouldn’t mind hurrying this up, I’ve got things to do.” The man continues staring. Could be a trick of the light, but you think he’s turning paler by the second.

Minutes tick by. Nothing but silence.

“Are you even listening to me?” you snarl, quickly losing patience you were never given. “I said I’ve got shit to do. My schedule’s booked solid for the next eight centuries, so I really don’t have time to be dilly-dallying in mundane human affairs. Your problems are always so boring.”

More silence.

Which is irksome, sure, but what’s worse is this stupid fucking circle you’re trapped in. Drawn crudely on the floor of (seemingly) this human man’s actual apartment, which would’ve told you all you’d needed to know, if you’d taken ten seconds to take in your surroundings upon first being summoned. This place has got books stacked floor to ceiling in every available inch of space, but you’re certain this person is a fucking idiot.

“Hello?”

The man shakes his head. “Oh, sorry, I just—I’m Namjoon? Kim Namjoon.”

“I don’t care.”

“Right, right.” He sucks in a deep breath. “Well, you’re probably wondering why I summoned you here today”—you roll your eyes—“and, uh.” Namjoon scratches at the back of his neck, anxiety oozing from every pore on his body. Definitely paler. “I am too, to be honest.”

“You what—”

“I didn’t mean to!” Namjoon hurriedly adds, all of that anxiety shifting quickly into pure panic. “It’s just—it was a joke! Mostly! Jeongguk said it as a joke, because everything he says is a joke, and I should’ve known that, but—I don’t know! I’ve tried everything else, and the longer its gone on the more desperate I’ve become, and suddenly what Jeongguk said as a joke didn’t sound so much like a joke anymore! I’m sorry! I didn’t think it’d actually work!”

It takes your brain a minute to translate and decipher the useless slush that just came out of his mouth, but when it does… oh, when it does, you feel absolutely murderous. “You summoned me as a joke?”

Namjoon must see it, too. There’s no way you’re looking cool, calm, and collected right now, because you’ve seen the faces of others that have witnessed your wrath, and they were almost always on the brink of (if not outright) shitting their pants. This stupid, clueless human in front of you doesn’t appear to be faring much better.

So you continue, just to watch him squirm. “Do you have any idea who I am?”

“Um,” comes his brilliant response. “Yes?”

“And who am I?”

He holds up his pointer finger and digs through the back pocket of his jeans. Pulls out a crumbled scrap of paper, nearly soiled from ass sweat and time, and his eyes squint as he tries to read it. “I—well, it’s probably not an accurate translation, you know, since—”

“What does that piece of parchment say, Kim Namjoon?”

“Nothing,” he lies. “I can’t read it anyway, so… a-haaa…”

Patience officially worn thin, you snap your fingers, delighting in the startled shriek that escapes him as the paper goes up in a plume of smoke. “I am going to give you one chance to be honest with me,” you explain slowly, leveling him with a look. “Who do you think I am, and why am I here?”

Namjoon pales further. Looks like he’s trying to melt right through the floor into a puddle of useless slush, and you’d be more than willing to speed up the process if it weren’t for this god forsaken demon trap.

“Can I—can I sit down for this?”

Kim Namjoon, you learn, has a friend named Jeon Jeongguk.

Jeon Jeongguk, you also come to learn, has learned magic from a website called Tumblr.

“There, uh. There are definitely blogs for that sort of thing,” Namjoon explains, tattooed fingers scratching at the back of his neck. He takes a very quick glance at you. “Clearly not very accurate ones.”

You hum. “That’s the only smart thing I’ve heard you say since I showed up in this shithole.”

Namjoon gawks. “Hey, my apartment isn’t a shithole! It’s the best I could afford, alright? There was just an article in The Business Times about how archaic of a system jeonse is—”

“Uh-huh. And this… website?”

Namjoon goes red. Coughs into his fist. “Oh, right, yeah. I’m gonna be honest with you—”

“I already said that—”

“—my parents are coming to visit from Ilsan in a few days and I need a girlfriend.”

You blink. Once, twice, three times. Long enough to replace the rug that had been pulled from under you, because you’re pretty sure you heard this human man allude to having summoned you so you can pretend to be his girlfriend.

All things considered, you’re impressed by how calm you are. This is not a trait most demons have, you especially, and it makes you nostalgic for the days you used to rip men apart limb by limb for less.

“Are you insane?” you ask simply.

“In my defense,” he explains around a wince, “Jeongguk said it was a love spell.”

“A love spell.” Namjoon nods. “And you wound up summoning a demon.”

“It… appears I may have done that, yes.”

“And you want a demon to meet your parents?”

“I mean… when in Rome, right?”

“I’ve committed at least four-hundred and sixty-seven separate atrocities there, so no, probably not when in Rome.”

Namjoon’s jaw drops. He tucks his knees closer to his chest. “Christ, that’s a lot. How did you have the time?”

“I’m immortal,” you deadpan.

“Right, right. Anyway, to answer your question: yes.”

Your eyes narrow. “How bad are your parents that you’d want me to meet them?”

“They’re fine, mostly. I just… am not what they expected in a son? Like, I have the hair and the tattoos and I dropped out of my engineering program in university to pursue art and poetry, so the least I could do is find a wife and settle down and give them grandchildren, but I don’t even know if I want to ever settle down. I’m also not… heterosexual? Entirely? Do you see that a lot—”

You sigh. “Misconception. Not to launch you into some kind of existential crisis, but the gods really don’t give a shit who you humans sleep with.”

“Gods? As in plural?” You snap your fingers. Namjoon’s fingers immediately go to his temples. “Damn, I have a really bad migraine all of a sudden.”

“Yeah, that was me.”

“What’d you do?”

“Made you forget something.”

“Oh. What’d I forget?” It takes a second. “Oh, right, yeah. Um. What was the last thing I said?”

“Your parents wanted you to be an engineer and have a ton of kids but you like art and also not-women, sometimes.”

He flushes again. “I—yes.”

You sigh, arms crossed over your chest. All you want to do is sit down, or open a window. This apartment smells far too strongly of patchouli. “Look, I haven’t been to this place in a long time, but surely you aren’t undesirable by your society’s standards.”

“Are you saying I’m attractive?”

You scowl. “No. I’m saying there had to have been easier ways of doing this, and also can you open a window?”

“It’s February.”

“That means nothing to me.”

“It’s really cold outside.”

“I’m literally from Hell. Go put on a sweater, then.”

With a roll of his eyes, Namjoon stands and moves to the window. Cracks it open a millimeter, just enough for the cold to seep in, before he’s stalking off toward—you’re assuming—his bedroom. You think he’s shoving a garment over his head when he calls out, “You know, you’re really fucking bossy for someone stuck in a trap.”

You vow to kill him as soon as you’re free.

It isn’t often you’re held hostage.

Usually you can spot a trick coming a thousand miles away, but since Namjoon hadn’t meant to summon you at all, you’d been caught unawares. Doomed to be stuck in a demon trap, just like he’d said, which meant you didn’t have a ton of bargaining power.

At least that’s what you’re telling yourself, because as you sit across from Namjoon’s parents at some fancy restaurant, you aren’t convinced he isn’t a crossroads demon himself.

“So,” his mother begins, turning her attention to you, “what do you do for work?”

Namjoon elbows you beneath the table, giving you a silent warning to stick to the script. You’re only here under threat of force—because Jeongguk had stopped by Namjoon’s apartment, saw you in the summoning circle, and nearly fainted before going back to Tumblr to find a binding spell.

Except that one wasn’t great, either, because it only bound you and Namjoon together for three days instead of forever. And, as penance for all the chaos you’ve sown across the universe, Namjoon’s parents’ visit fell within that time frame, so here you are.

Out to dinner. With humans.

You’re pretending to be someone’s girlfriend.

You’re in for the most embarrassing ribbing of your existence once you’re home.

“I work with idols,” you respond, as convincingly as possible, because Namjoon had thought it’d be really funny. Get it? he’d said. Like false idols? You hadn’t laughed. “It’s very secretive, of course, but—”

You don’t finish your thought, because Namjoon’s mother looks delighted: face lit up with mirth, smile blinding, eyes half-lidded under the weight of her happiness. “Oh, how exciting! Has he told you he used to do performances to old H.O.T songs? Namjoonie, what was that one song you liked—”

“Eomma, please—”

“Wasn’t it ‘Candy’?” Namjoon’s dad offers from behind his menu. It’s the first thing he’s said all evening.

Namjoon whimpers, foregoing all social decorum and lectures on posture to sink further in his chair.

You do not, under any circumstances, feel a hint of fondness.

(Which dissipates not even twenty-four hours later.

“The blog was deleted,” Jeongguk says, eyes wide as saucers. “I—the blog is gone, I don’t know how to—”

“What do you mean the blog is gone?” The poor kid is overcome with panic and fear, tries to stutter out a response that makes no sense to you at all through his sobs. “Jeon Jeongguk, what do you mean the blog is gone?”

“I—it’s—I had it bookmarked, I swear! Once the binding spell wore off I was gonna send it to Namjoon hyung so he could send you back, but the blog is gone so the post is gone, too. I don’t—what do I even search for—oh my god, please don’t kill me, I think I’m having a panic attack, I’m gonna—”

And then this human man vomits all over your feet. Namjoon sighs as he goes to fetch a bucket, and you think it’ll be a miracle if any of these people—yourself included—live to see the end of the week.)

#namjoon x reader #bts x reader #namjoon fanfic #namjoon imagine #namjoon scenarios #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts scenarios #jewel writes #jewel answers

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 5 months

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Hello! I have come asking for you to info-dump about the the modern human au. I full of brain rot of them (especially after the last thing you posted about them, damn) Maybe you can tell us a bit more Sally!!

lucky for you, i've been full of that good ol brainrot As Well! thoughts! feelings! ideas! i got em!

so since we're already on the subject of the Crash Arc, allow me to expand on it for a moment before i get to Sally Thinkings! if you've read the snippet, you may have noticed the extent of Wally's injuries was not listed yet. well! he got messed up with a capital F! since it's fiction and i'm god in this scenario, i'm veering slightly away from realistic damage, immediate & lasting. bc lets be real. if i stuck to "this is as realistic as i can make it", then Wally would be aaaaaabsolutely fucked. it was a bad crash in a very unsafe vehicle at high speeds. like - this is what happened. a drunk driver hit Home going 70 down the freeway. swerve, fishtail, tumble down a (small, shallow, really its more like a glorified ditch) ravine with trees and rocks and shit on it. absolute miracle that Wally didn't die in the crash, let alone during the solid half hour (slightly longer) he was trapped in Home before someone noticed the crash site and called emergency personnel. Wally "hanging up" on Barnaby was actually the impact jarring him so he slipped and hit the end call button. but yeah without going into technicalities and detail, Wally has some lasting damage in his dominant hand. It takes extensive physical therapy for him to be able to paint/draw again at the same level he had been at. the hematoma hadn't done a lot of brain damage that wouldn't resolve itself with time. in my mind, when Wally wakes up in the hospital, for a few days he's very confused and his memory is shot. he'll wake up, interact, then go to sleep, but when he wakes up again its like waking up for the first time again. he just can't retain memories for a bit. he's got some severe brain fog. his mood is also kinda fucked with - he's uncharacteristically irritable with low patience, etc. these are all things that clear up with time, but in my mind Wally has chronic migraines going forward. bad ones! and there are days where it's harder fr him to concentrate. and yk. a teeny bit of chronic pain where his shin bone was pinned back together and where his hand was essentially crushed. but other than that he's fine going forward! good days and bad days!

but enough about that! You Want To Hear About Sally!

i imagine that she becomes quite successful in the theater industry. i'm not too familiar with it myself, so i'm gonna be uh. Vague about it? but she starts her own theater troupe - it's a bit of a commute from home base to the town she works in, where the theater is located in, but she makes it work! of the group, she's probably away more than any of them. working on shows, traveling to work on other ones - i like to think she's been on Broadway! she probably has had opportunities to do tv/movie acting, but idk... i feel like Sally would be like "nah. live shows or nothing". maybe at some point she takes up voice acting gigs, as long as she can do them from home. she probably has her own little room-turned-VA-studio thing. idk how that works either! it seems right! but yes Howdy's store's automated messages and advertisements are in Sally's voice. she's probably picked up a temporarily modeling gig here and there.

so Sally is very very busy. Poppy is supportive. everyone is, and they all love to help out when they can - and reel Sally in when the "stardom" starts to get to her head. they do their best to acclimate to occasionally getting jumpscared by her voice in a grocery store or in. idk. fashion shoots. victoria's secret billboards. that last one was a joke! maybe. i think she would.

i also like to imagine Sally like... getting some sort of award and then spending a solid five minutes naming her friends, thanking them with specificity, and then plugging their own stuff. they probably have a rotation for who accompanies her as her plus one for events and parties she may or may not be invited to. she's not like... a Big celebrity but! she's Known and Liked! she has Connections! i like to imagine her and Wally looking dapper as fuck at a Venue...

so the friend group typically stays together, with Sally going off to do her Things the most. she makes sure to schedule time to be with her friends and girlfriend/wife/Poppy between work and gigs and etc. she somehow finds a balance with Ease. or apparent ease... someone get this girl a vacation...

#lmao now im thinking about them all scheduling a joint vacay #sally is having the time of her life getting to Relax and just Pamper Herself #everyone else is also greatly enjoying the break #except howdy. he's a mess. to him relaxing is working. things are too calm. too quiet. understim effect x100 #on that vein ive been thinking about a covid arc and its. Funny #and domestic!#where are the covid fics of characters getting stuck together during lockdown...#rambles from the bog #wh modern human au #but yes been thinking about the au a lot #ive decided that wally does eventually get a job that he actually Enjoys!#previously he was just doing his indie art and such. bc he'd try a job and be like 'wow. i hate this. this is stupid. bye'#his art brings in more money anyway. he's living that miraculous imaginary life where art provides reliable sustainable income #enough so that barnaby doesn't need a full time job! bc this is fiction and i want them to have an easy life #in this specific area anyway #i would like them to live in a world where its slightly kinder... the housing crisis doesnt exist... one can live on minimum wage...#also thinking more about their homes and such. etc!

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jasonsmirrorball · 4 months

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come a little closer [619]

skincare, introspection and a little tension with your roommate. gn!reader, suggestive ? kind of? domestic, roommate!au

It had been Jason's idea, surprisingly.

You hadn't expected your roommate to propose it so easily, but living with him had proven he was full of surprises. You watch him now, eyes narrowed as you smooth the headband back along his forehead and brush away the stray curls.

Looking at him, tall and handsome, muscled build evident even under the baggy hoodie and sweats he wore, you had been intimidated at first. Irritation had come next, when he'd opened his mouth. It had taken him little to no time to get comfortable running his mouth around you and you'd wondered more than once, a few weeks into signing the lease, whether it was too late to look for a new place.

It wasn't that he was cruel – Jason's teasing reminded you more of schoolboy bickering, stupid and nonsensical. Laughing when you accidentally injured yourself, replying to questions he deemed ridiculous with dry answers. It had quickly dissolved any reservations on your part brought on by his outward appearance. Your roommate, devastatingly attractive as he was, was a dweeb.

A dweeb, you reminisce thoughtfully, who had always made sure to pick up your favourite snacks when he went on a grocery run. Who watched your favourite show with you, and came into your room before going to bed to check on you, and he always got the first aid kit when he was done laughing.

So really, you shouldn't be surprised that he had wanted to join in when he'd passed by the open bathroom door and found you unpacking the effects of your beauty store run.

"Smell this," you'd told him, holding up a new face mask to his nose. "It's green tea."

"Get that outta my face," he'd muttered exasperatedly, swatting it away, but at your insistence, had sniffed the jelly like texture. "Smells nice."

"I got the matching moisturiser," you told him happily, and his eyes crinkled in amusement, leaning against the bathroom door frame.

"Are you gonna use them now?" he'd asked, peering into your paper bag, and you'd nodded, not expecting the next words to come from his mouth.

"Put one on me."

Now, you stand between his legs in the bathroom, brushing your fingers carefully over his temples to make sure the baby hairs are safely tucked away. The walls feel as though they've closed in a little on you, the very air between you still as you reach for the brush on the counter.

"I'm, um," you say quietly, and bright sapphire eyes blink up at you, "I'm gonna put the face mask on now."

"Sure," he breathes out, and you can feel the ghost of his fingers, tapping against his knees, so close to your own legs. Sat on the closed toilet lid, he's a good deal shorter than he is normally, chin tipped up to bare his features to you.

You're careful with your brushstrokes, focusing on evenly applying the mask. Its scent reaches your nose, a light, pleasant smell and you bring a hand up to his chin to move him. It's quiet in the bathroom, and you find yourself releasing a breath when you step back, smiling awkwardly at him.

"All done," you murmur. Have his eyes always been so bright? His gaze on you feels oddly intent, and your heart picks up in your chest when he tilts his head.

He stares, a steady, measured look before his mouth quirks. You get the distinct feeling of being laughed at – but for what? He stands up and you swallow when he brushes past you to the bathroom mirror.

"Not bad," he remarks. "Thanks."

You barely manage a nod before he's leaving the bathroom, and you in it, face warm.

star nonnie thank you for your patience as i got around to this request!! this was going to be fluffy and then i thought no i want to fluster reader and write a little tension ! i hope you like this regardless

#jay my heart #jasonsmirrorball #roommate!jason #love matching the dividers to my new theme <333 #divider by benkeibear

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dandelionwhisp · 2 years

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Deals With Devils

A Floyd Silver Bullet Mafia AU fic

Silver Bullet AU by @jackplushie

this was so incredibly fun to write- my brain exploded at the idea of sb!mc losing it and who better to snap at then one of the most canonically unhinged characters of twst?!!? thank u jackplushie for another amazing au and i hope ive done it justice!! it might not be as yandere as others have written but i hope he’s still the crazy boy you know and love.

CW?: yelling, a bit of swearing, mentions of corpses, mentions of violence (nothing super extreme for the last two i promise) and a tiny itty bitty suggestive bit at the end you might see if you squint

enjoy!!

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You leaned forward- grabbing his loosely unbuttoned collar roughly- face inches from his own. “Listen here, Leech.” Pissed. Oh you were beyond pissed. “This is the one place where you don’t get to make your own rules.”

And if your words were about to put a silver bullet through your skull then so be it. It took all the years of built up patience to not slam this person’s face into the tabletop. “I don’t give a rat’s ass about your mood swings if you disrupt my bar. I’m not interested in compromise—“

Tilting your head slowly with purpose, breath low and scalding with anger against his ear, your voice rang clearly for him to hear. “—cause’ I have no interest in making deals with devils.”

Letting go of his collar, and straightening it the best you could, you widened the distance between you and the man. Your face returned to a neutral expression, as if you hadn’t just threatened one of the most dangerous individuals amongst the ‘underworld.’

“Here, you’re allowed to have all the fun you want as long as my bar and its patrons stay intact.” His eyes blew wide in surprise at the fierceness of your gaze and complete fearlessness in the face of someone who has probably taken more lives than you could count on both hands.

You slammed his most frequently requested drink in front of the stunned gang member and let out an exasperated breath. “On the house-” shock passing, Floyd’s expression grew into one of unsettling delight. “-as long as you don’t cause any more trouble for the rest of the night AND take care of the damages you caused earlier.”

Reaching under the bar top, you pulled out a mini aquamarine umbrella and placed it in the beverage, returning his... disturbing smile with your own seemingly unbothered one.

You could tell he’s had a bad couple of days, and you knew they were his favorite.

He let out a childlike laugh and sipped his drink happily. “Alright Shrimpy I’ll behave~” Though you were obviously unconvinced. “As long as I’m allowed to squeeze you whenever I want!”

Ah. There was the catch. “Yeah yeah alright. Just don’t make me mess up any drinks.”

Smile unwavering, he blinked in surprise. He didn’t expect you to actually let him! (Not that your protests would’ve stopped him from squeezing you in the first place)

But damn, you were so interesting, always providing something new for him to prod and pull at, always a new button for him to press to see what your limits were.

You weren’t easy to break and were often level headed to a fault, but when you snap, Floyd has learnt you bite back hard.

Yet... you’ve always let him and many others stick around, whether you can’t bother to or can’t afford to toss them out completely, even when they leave behind a broken chair or shattered glass in their wake.

Floyd was known to have unpredictable and sudden mood swings, dangerous and feared throughout, including those within his own gang- save for his brother and boss.

People know to ‘stay away’ or submit to his wants in these moments where it got particularly bad. After all, no one wishes to be left behind with their organs mangled and ribs shattered. Well, no one except perhaps you.

Today was one of the worst days for the exuberant leech twin, being yelled at by Azul for losing a few of his prey along with a lecture from Jade, as well as having been unable to give a good squeeze to anyone in days after breaking his arm in a prior conflict.

Too irritated to chase those who bolted at the first sight of him, he’s found that corpses, while also soft and squishy, aren’t warm and cozy nor do they squirm delightfully like living people do. They were limp with no fearful, pounding heartbeat to soothe his frustrations.

So naturally, he found himself at your bar to let that anger out.

Too bad your mood was just as sour as his with the terrible weather outside, and with the way he forcefully yanked the door, leaving behind a loud screech which let you know something definitely broke and would have to be fixed by you later, it only got worse.

Within ten minutes, all twelve patrons previously seated in your bar scurried out the broken door, three of which did not pay for their drinks and four who left with something fractured, probably never to return to your establishment again. He broke two glasses and was nearly about to tear through your countertop when you finally had enough.

In an explosive bout of anger, you forced the Floyd Leech to shut up and listen to your demands, even throwing in a minor threat in the mix.

Now usually, he wouldn’t take such treatment lying down. However, your reaction was exciting to him. In fact thanks to you, his mood has improved significantly!

Floyd doesn’t really care that much about deals and contracts or whatnot. With how their organization runs, that’s mainly Azul’s job and Jade helping with the persuasive side of things. His role was to give out the punishments when asked, though his brother would often tag along in the process.

But you? Oh what Floyd wouldn’t give to see you sign upon a golden paper, binding you to his mafia.

The rest of his time spent at your bar is him slurring out half-hearted apologies for breaking your furniture and chasing out patrons, promising that he’ll pay for the damage (because you both know he has the money for that- or rather, Azul does.), with arms wrapped around your waist despite still being kept at arms length with your vague answers to his too-personal questions.

As it approaches closing, Floyd leans forward and tilts his head slowly, breath heavy and searing against your ear. “Thanks for the drinks, n’ I’ll see you ‘round soon, Shrimpy~”

Pulling his loose arms off you, you let your face split into a mocking yet familiar, unsettling smile. “You’re welcome, and I truly hope not.”

Lazily making his way back to where Azul and Jade were definitely waiting for him, Floyd twirled the mini umbrella between his fingers.

While remembering your outburst, he laughs to himself and decides,

‘he’d like to see you lose your shit more often,’ but perhaps it’s the rarity of it that makes it all the more fun.

He’ll admit that smile of yours he had once only seen in his own pictures and reflections had his heart thumping and mind racing with thoughts beyond the boundaries of what would be considered ‘socially acceptable’.

And it makes him think of all the ways he could open you up and break you down next time, and eagerly looks forward to what adorable expressions you might wear then.

.....

My dear, you may have no interest in deals with devils, but beware, cause’ you’ve got devils wanting to make deals with you.

#disney twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twst x reader #floyd x reader #floyd leech #yandere floyd x reader #twst floyd #twst mafia au #silver bullet au #twisted wonderland

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kookslastbutton · 2 years

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milk it ༓ jjk (m)

✑ Summary: You've allowed Jungkook a place to stay for a few months in exchange for help with the rent, but after a series of events unfold, you're seriously considering kicking his ass out.

Pairing: obnoxious roommate!jungkook x fem!reader

AU/genre: fluff, crack/humor, roommate au, non-idol au

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 3.5k+

Warnings: boob sucking, brief use of daddy kink, jungkook gets caught messing around with his date, arguing, mc is annoyed at jk for most of this, jk makes amends, some flirty banter

A/N: Thank you for everyone’s patience on this and for giving the teaser a read. I honestly had mixed feelings while writing this but I kinda liked the idea of mc and jk sorting out roommate troubles? Also I was going to add a lengthy smut scene to this but it didn’t really fit so it's staying kinda platonic with a hint of flirty instead? I'm sorry it's probably not what everyone was expecting but it just didn't make sense for mc to sleep with him this soon. Thank you to @cherrysoulth for being my beta! :)

Stepping off the elevator, you feel yourself practically giddy to be home. It was an absolute hellish day at work and you wanted nothing more than to change into sweats, put your feet up, and have a long drink. You're thinking it'll be a perfectly relaxing night, until it hits you.

You don't actually live alone anymore—fuck.

It's not that you had anything against your new roommate. Jungkook was a pretty stand up guy so far. But you did miss having the place to yourself some nights. There's just nothing like coming home to dead silence after a chaotic day at work.

Oh well, you sigh, Jungkook does his own thing most days anyway. His presence shouldn't disrupt your plans that much.

Once in front of your apartment, you twist the key in the lock and push the door open. A slightly odd sound greets you upon entering.

"Jungkook!" You call out in a shaky voice. "Are you home?"

No response.

Pulse picking up a bit, you cautiously trail through your apartment in search for the source. If this was some kind of joke of his, you swear he was gonna—fucking hell!

There on your kitchen counter sits a half-naked woman getting her tits groped and sucked by your roommate. You figure they'd notice your presence immediately upon entrance but nope. The woman just keeps moaning and Jungkook keeps working.

"Ahh Jungkook—"

"You really like this, huh babe?"

"Mm yeah, you always know just how to touch me daddy," she gasps before side eyeing you. A loud shriek falls from her lips within seconds, causing Jungkook to jolt up in alarm.

"Y/N!" He looks up at you with wide eyes. "I didn't know you'd be home this early."

"C-Can you not take your date to your room?!" You avert your gaze from the sight. This is definitely not what you wanted to come home to!

Flustered, the woman shifts anxiously and jumps off the counter. She grabs her top from the chair and throws it on. "I'm so sorry you had to see that," she blurts. Her hands nervously lace together before touching Jungkook on the arm. "I should probably leave."

"No, you don't have—"

"It's okay," she cuts in with a tense tone, "I actually have work tomorrow anyway so, I really should go." She gathers her bag from the table and eagerly heads for the door. Jungkook chases after her but stops when she's half-way out. He lets a low grunt out and turns towards you with furrowed brows. "Thanks for ruining my date y/n," he snarls.

The fuck? Your jaw clenches at his sudden aggression. If he intends on blaming you for all this, he's got another thing coming.

"You're not putting this on me Jungkook," you step forward defensively. "You were the one fucking in the middle of the kitchen for anyone coming through the front door to see so don’t you dare make your lack of consideration my fault!”

“It’s not like I-“ Struggling to make a plausible argument, your roommate pauses mid-sentence. He knows he’s in the wrong but seems to be conflicted with his pride. After a moment of thought, Jungkook gives up his attempts to form an excuse and trades it for a lame apology instead.

“Okay, you're right…sorry. I swear we were on our way to my room though,” he mutters.

"Whatever,” you shake your head, having enough of the tiresome day. "Just get to your bedroom a little faster next time because if you linger in the kitchen or any of our other shared spaces again we might need to talk about new living arrangements."

"What?" Disbelief shadows over his face. "I just got here and you're going to send me out?"

"If you keep this up then yes, it may get to that. But I honestly hope I won't have to make that decision. So just respect the space and I won't have to."

"Alright," his eyes turn up, contemplating your words before setting back on you. "I fucked up. It won't happen again." There we go, you smile to yourself, that’s what you were looking for. Nothing like lighting a fire under someone to get them to take you seriously.

“Good,” you cut shortly.

Unsure of what else to say, your roommate glances downward towards the floor. You watch as he shifts from foot to foot. It's clear you're both waiting for the other to close this conversation out and move on with the night but there's a weird feeling of obligation to stay.

"Thought you didn't get home until 6pm," he attempts to make small talk.

"Most days I do but traffic was better today. I also used some shortcuts to get home."

"Oh well, great. How was work for you?"

"It was a pretty long day. Half the department is on vacation so you can imagine the amount of extra work we all had. Not sure why management approved everyone's pto but we're trying to make it through."

Jungkook gives a nod of understanding.

"Well, I'm gonna go lie down if you don't mind. Kinda burnt out," you announce.

"Uh yeah, of course. Let me know is you need anything."

You give a half-smile and head down the hall in search of your room.

New agenda, don't leave your room until morning.

An intense rattling pulls you out of your subconscious. It sounds like someone's banging against wood over and over. You blink a few times to adjust to the darkness of the room. It strains your eyes at first but once you catch up with your senses, you hear a distant voice.

“Welcome back to Jackedbunny0901, this is Jungkook. Thanks for joining me for tonight’s session everybody! I’ve just entered a new level and I’m fucking thrilled to try it out with you all.”

You groan and check the time on your phone. It’s 2:34am, he can’t possibly be streaming now can he? You reach over and turn the fan from your nightstand on. You hope it’ll drown him out and for a few minutes it does but just as you're about to drift off again, you hear him shouting.

“Don’t kill me don—fuck you gameboy774!!”

Okay this is not going to work. You toss the blankets off your body, stomp to your door, and throw it open.

"Jungkook!" You make your way down the hall and pound on his door with you fist. "Jungkook turn it down, it's almost 3am in the morning!"

Just as you figured your roommate doesn't hear you. That new headset he’s got glued over his ears completely tunes him out from the whole world. Having no other option you jangle the door handle.

Dammit. It's locked.

"Jeon Jungkook!!!!" Great, he's got you screaming now. You've never had a noise complaint from your neighbors before but tonight might be the night.

"Just a second guys, there's someone at my door." Chair wheels stroll across the floor before the door squeaks open in front of you. A scowl rests on your face.

Jungkook grimaces when he sees you. "Did I wake you up?"

"You think? Why are you streaming so early in the morning? I have to get up at—"

Whatever you were just saying goes right over your head as you take in his shirtless appearance. You mentally slap yourself that it's made you stumble mid-scold but fuck…how many times did he hit the gym? His muscles are practically jumping at you.

"Y/n, you good?"

"Ah yeah, sorry. Just—"

"Staring at my body?" Jungkook lifts a corner of his mouth and folds his arms. "It's okay, you can look."

"Shut up. I'm half-asleep right now…Anyway, as I was saying, I have to get up at 6am so if you wouldn't mind turning your game down I'd really appreciate it."

"I'll do what I can but it's hard for my subscribers to get the full experience if it's too low. They need to be able to hear me and the game."

"Well, end it early and tell them to watch you tomorrow. I can't sleep if you're shouting at other users from your screen."

"I'm on a schedule y/n. I can't just ask them to hop on at a different time all the sudden. But I promise I won't yell again. Really sorry about that. I get pretty aggressive."

"Fine, but can you try lowering the volume as well? I need to be somewhat functioning for work in five hours and I'd rather not have your game blaring through my head the whole day."

"I'll do my best."

"Thanks." You turn on your heels and slug your way back to your bed.

Crawling under your blankets, you sink into the mattress. With any luck Jungkook will keep it down so you can get a couple more hours of sleep in. You think he will when your room falls silent but not 10 minutes in and he's back to hollering at his computer.

"You stupid bot!! When I say go right I don't mean stand there and think about it for ten seconds. Guys, I'm telling you do not choose this punk of a character to carry your through this level unless you wanna die!"

Fucking hell, that stream is ending whether he likes it or not.

You jump up out of bed and tread hastily to his room. His door isn't locked this time so you shove it open. Jungkook spins around in his chair, fazed by your abruptness. His hand reaches to remove his headset but you stroll over and rip them off him instead. He winces at the motion but you pay it no mind. Leaning down in front of his computer, you place the headset over your ears and speak into the mic.

"Thank you all for joining tonight's stream but unfortunately it's pretty late and Jungkook is logging off early. We apologize for the sudden change but do hope you return next week where Jackedbunny0901 will fight the bitches at 9pm instead of 3 fucking am in the morning. Goodnight!" You end the stream on the computer and toss the headset on the desk. Climbing under the desk after, you yank the computer cord out of its plug.

Jungkook opens his mouth to say something but you're already out of the room and half-way down the hall before he can get a measly "sleep well" out.

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Alarm blaring, you rub your eyes and yawn. You feel dead but it's too bad because you need to get your ass up to work anyway.

You roll over and turn the endless dinging from your phone off. Your whole body leaps up from your reclined position when you see the time. 7:05am. Fuck fuck fuck. You overslept and it takes at least 30 minutes to get to the office.

You kick the sheets off your body and run to your dresser. With no idea on what to wear, you scramble through the drawers and grab the first articles of clothing that jump at you. Are these pants a bit ripped at the seam? Yes, but you've already committed to them and have no time to spare.

Making your way to the shower, you almost collide into your roommate. You wonder how he's up at the same time, but then it dawns on you that Jungkook works from home today. Being a programmer sure has it's perks.

"Morning Y/n. Hey about what happened—“

“Save it!” You brush pass him and continue to the bathroom. Once inside, you kick the door shut and strip out of all your clothes. You crank the water to the hottest setting and step under the shower head, immersing yourself in the heat.

“You look like shit.” Seokjin looks up at you from across the break room, face hardened. He's been your friend and confidant for the past five years and as soon as he saw your blood-shot eyes coming into the office, he knew something was up.

You take a bite of your bagel and shrug. “I’m fine.”

“Because being nearly late to work today, looking like you wanna hurt someone, and wearing pants meant for the trash is so convincing of that.” Sarcasm drips from his tone as he eyes you. “Let me hear it.”

Sighing, you take a swish of water. “If you must know, I’m a bit stressed.”

“Continue.” Seokjin leans forward, eyes attentive.

“First of all, I’ve had to constantly stretch myself thin every day for the last week due to being extremely understaffed at the worse time possible. Our project deadlines are closing in, where the hell is the rest of our team?!”

“It’s honestly ridiculous,” he shakes his head. “Were not even close to making any progress. I don’t know how we’re going to meet any of our goals unless everyone on vacation comes back early which is definitely not happening.”

“Exactly! We are barely above water as it is but all management cares about is for us to ‘just get it done’.” You rub your face with a hand, feeling yourself tense. “But you know what’s really ticking me off is that I’ve had the privilege to walk in on my new roommate getting it on with some woman on my kitchen counter after work yesterday.”

Seokjin straightens his posture, mouth gaping. “Seriously?”

“Mhm. He was also streaming some video game until 3am. Had to go in and end it myself since he wouldn’t stop yelling at his computer.”

“For fuck sake, it’s your place y/n, he shouldn’t be doing whatever he likes…how old is he?”

“Like 24.”

"Kick him out.”

“Trust me, I’ve been tempted to and I did warn him that if it continues this charade he'll have to find somewhere else to stay.”

“What’d he say when you told him that?”

“He said he wouldn’t do it again.”

“Hmm, hope he’s not simply telling you what you want to hear. People are sneaky like that sometimes.”

“Point made, but he appeared to be somewhat flustered afterwards so I think he’s being honest. And to his benefit, this is the first time he’s done anything out of line. Up until now Jungkook’s been fairly pleasant.”

“I suppose that’s something but it sounds like he’s getting careless to your guidelines which really isn’t any better than deliberately being a pain in the ass.”

“I know, you’re right” you grumble.

“It’s definitely your call whether to send him packing or not but don't let him walk all over you in your own home. If you need me to help in any way let me know, okay?”

Lips part into a smile, Seokjin was the best support you could ever have.

"Thanks boss,” you nod your head. “I’ll let you know.”

"I prefer World Wide Handsome but boss is fine too."

You chuckle and catch a glimpse of the clock mounted on the wall behind him. “I think it's about time we get back to work World Wide Handsome."

“Handsome men shouldn't work y/n,” he stand up from his chair. "Need to preserve this face don't you think?"

"Take that up to our ceo and we'll see how that idea plays out for you.”

"I think I could get by," he counters, a smug look on his face.

You snort remembering he once hit up the ceo after hours. That was a shock to you when he spilled it to you the day after.

Beep Beep Beep - Beep Beep Beep

“Yeah I hear you, shut up already!” Jungkook trots into the kitchen, pressing the oven timer off. He grabs a kitchen towel, folds it a few times, and opens the oven door. “Ah shit! Shit shit shit!” He grabs the hot pan from the rack and slams it on the stove.

“Oh my god Jungkook, what the hell is all this smoke?!” Dropping your bag in the entryway, you rush to the kitchen. You help your roommate open as many windows as you can, coughing along the way. “Are you—trying to burn our apartment down?”

“No, I was making dinner!” He hollers, lifting the last window.

You walk over to the stove, taking a peek at what the hell he just burned.

“Overcooked chicken. Nice dinner Jeon.”

“Don’t be like that y//n,” Jungkook throws you a small glare. “I really tried but I left it in for too long.”

You roll your eyes, obviously. “Why did you cook this much meat for yourself anyway? There’s like 10 pieces here.”

“It was supposed to be for both of us.”

Quirking your head, you shift around to face your roommate. “Um, what? You’ve never-”

“It was supposed to be part of my apology for streaming late and the kitchen thing,” Jungkook interrupts, running a hand through his hair. “It shouldn’t have happened and I wanted to make it up to you. I figured you’d be hungry after work so I decided to make this new recipe I found online but then the fucking thing burned because I was am an idiot at the stove.”

Taken aback, you stare at your roommate in shock.

“But I’ll buy take out instead! Where do you want to eat? Name it and I’ll order and pick it up.”Jungkook pulls his phone out of his pocket and looks at you. “Y/n, are you with me? Do you hear anything I’m saying right now?”

Blinking, you shake yourself awake. “Uh kind of, are you serious about all this because I was getting ready to lecture you about nearly setting my house on fire.”

“Definitely not messing around, y/n,” he stares directly into your eyes. “I-I’m sorry for overstepping my boundaries as a roommate, especially a new one at that. It’s really generous of you to let me stay here for a while and I’m going to be better, if you’ll still let me stay here that is. My streams will only be during the weekends at 8pm and if I have anyone over like yesterday, I’ll keep it private.”

“Well…that’s a decent start,” shoulders relaxed, you loosen your stance. “I appreciate your gesture so I suppose you don’t have to leave. But if you push the limits again you and your gaming system can hike it out.”

“I understand.” Relief washing over his face, your roommate lets out an exhale. He puts on a tight lip smile and opens his arms. “Hug?”

“Huh?”

“There’s only one way I’ll know that we’re okay again.”

Reminding yourself that this will be purely platonic, you inch towards him. Jungkook pulls you into himself with a gentle hand once you’re an arms length away. “Come on,” he starts. “I’m actually a great hugger believe it or not. You don’t wanna miss out on this.”

Well, he wasn’t lying. Being wrapped in Jungkook’s arms is strangely comfortable, it’s like a blanket. He’s warm and covers you completely. The only difference would be his scent though. Definitely woody with a hint of burnt chicken.

“You should take these clothes off.” The words fly out of your mouth without much thought. Jungkook jolts, surprised.

“Repeat that.”

“Clothes off Jeon,” you tug at his shirt. “They smell bad.”

“Is this your way of trying to see my body again,” he teases and leans back from the embrace.

“Hm?” You crook your head up at him. “Oh god! I meant change your clothes.” Feet shuffling back, embarrassment creeps up your cheeks.

“Are you sure?” He raises a brow. “Because I really, really don’t mind.”

His hand picks up the bottom of his shirt, exposing part of his smooth skin. You peek at the tiny bit of ab that flashes at you before squirming to the other side of him.

“Why are you shy about this?” Following your movements, Jungkook angles himself to face you. “I’m pretty sure the other night you were happy to look at my hard work here.” He releases the material and gives his stomach a suggestive pat.

“I was half-asleep! Plus, we shouldn’t cross the line.”

“What are you talking about?” Jungkook gives you a puzzled expression. You casually fold your arms.

“You know, the line between roommates of the opposite sex.”

And there it is again. That same smirk from yesterday. “Well, it’s no mystery what you’re thinking about.”

“Jungkook!” You walk up to him again and smack his arm. “I’m not thinking anything like that. Weren’t you going to get me some food? I’m still hungry you know.”

“Hungry for what though?” His brows lift up, curious to your response.

“Cut it out!!” You shove him on the shoulder with both hands. Jungkook moves his form closer to yours and brings his arms on either side of you, hands resting on the table behind you.

“You know y/n, they say the more you deny something, the more you want it.”

“That’s only true half the time.”

“And is this half the time?”

“No.”

“So if I kissed you right now, you wouldn’t like it?”

“Oh knock it off,” you push on his chest with both hands. Jungkook steps back, playful expression on his face.

“What do you wanna eat? For real.”

You shift your eyes to the side, mentally flipping through your options.

"Bibimbap,” you state, face glowing when you land on it.

A/N: Uh so yes…not sure what to say but thank you for reading. Please feel free to share with me your thoughts <;3

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zorosq · 10 months

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crazy in love ; vinsmoke sanji

↻ stalker sanji, modern au, obsessive/possessive behavior, established relationship, hes crazy in short, grammatical errors (?)

↻ pairing ↬sanji x fem!reader!

anonymous asked: heyy how are u doing? i'm a lil late but i saw your post about dark fic requests so i can't help but let you know about the idea of stalker sanji that have been plaguing my mind recently, nothing crazy or intense but a lil possessive ??

tbh i got this idea while listening to mark chapman by maneskin and the image just can't leave my mind. it's a great song btw check it out for inspiration

or feel free to ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable. have a nice day <;33

a/n AHHH IVE BEEN THINKING THE SAME THING FOR A WHILE 😭 (sanji definitely got that possessive stalker vibe) also i just realized that my sanji fics has the most "love" title 😭

he’s really not crazy. he’s just... really in love with you. that’s what he kept telling himself.

he just felt the need to protect you from the dark. from any danger. he’s just trying to protect you. that was what he told himself when he followed you home, unknown to you. sanji made sure to planned everything smoothly.

when he first laid his eyes on you, he decided that it was fate. that you were bound to be his. so he made his plans despite the small rational part telling him that it’s stupid and crazy. but oh... how in love he is with you. he just couldn’t help it.

he made sure to stalk you for a few months before deciding that it was finally the right time to show himself. to introduce himself to you.

he really liked it - talking to you made him happy. his stalking didn’t stop right there. he got more obsessed with you. he fell in love harder.

so when he saw someone flirting with you, he almost lost his patience.

after that small incident, he decided to get closer to you even more. everything went well for him. he just could tell that you too, were slowly falling for him. he liked your flustered face a lot.

“y/n-san, you’re so cute when you’re all shy,” he chuckled as he continued to wash the dishes. “all right, you two lovebirds. please spare us from whatever that is going on between you two,” usopp perched, sighing heavily as he watched the two of you.

“leave them be. it’s the only way the pervert cook would stay quiet,” zoro butts in. his words made sanji glared at the green-head but he didn’t say a word. this only made zoro smirked in response.

you said your goodbyes to the boys before making a beeline towards your bedroom. you sat on your bed, sighing heavily. “what’s got you so down, y/n?” nami asked, raising one of her eyebrows. you looked at her and smiled tiredly. “it’s nothing, really. i just felt like i’m being watched lately. when i’m sleeping or just relaxing... it’s getting to me,” you said in a distress tone.

“you should go and see a doctor. maybe it’s because you’ve been tired lately. ask them if they could give you sleeping pills,” nami recommended. “yeah, i might just do that,”

“well,” nami clapped her hands together and smiled. “thank you for having us for over, we had fun,” she smiled before getting out of your bedroom. you lie down in bed, sighing before your eyes drift shut.

after everyone had left, sanji was the only one who stayed behind. he is your boyfriend after all. he wanted to make sure that you’re safe.

he sat on your bedside, brushing your hair out of your face. he smiled gently at you, caressing your cheek in a gentle manner. “when will you acknowledge the fact that i’m the only one who can love you like this...”

“i’m the only one who can keep you safe and happy...”

#op sanji #black foot sanji #black leg sanji #sanji #sanji x reader #sanji x you #vinsmoke sanji x y/n #vinsmoke sanji x you #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #one piece character #one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece scenario #oneshot

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readyforthegarden · 1 year

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Eternal - Part Five

A vampire!gvf multi-part dark romance AU (Josh Kiszka x reader, GVF x reader)

Warnings: 18+ Only Minors DNI. Mentions of blood, death, vampirism. Smut: fingering (f! receiving) sex, blood drinking, biting,

WC: 3601

A/N: Just want to say thank you guys so much for your patience between updates! I really apprecaite it and I'm so thankful for everyone who's asked to be on the taglist and have sent me sweet messages about the fic, it truly means the world to me that you guys are enjoying the story!!

Seven days. It’d been a full calendar week since you’d heard from Josh. At first you were sad. Near devastated, to put it bluntly. Then you decided that anger and pettiness was your ideal route. You were just the flavor of the week to him, literally. He got his fill and then took you to a nice dinner and ghosted you. Part of you wanted to start going to the club again, partly to drink and dance your feelings away, but deep down, it was mostly to find a stranger to hold your body and make Josh jealous if he was there.

Instead, you stayed in with Jameson, deciding that the idea of seeing the vampire with his arms wrapped around somebody else was too nauseating to bear. Your dreams were still strange, the swirling screaming black shadows seemed to have backed away, but were still circling, still watching.

Still, when your phone pinged from its spot on the couch on the seventh day, giving the cat who was laying on the device a startle, there was a small flutter in your stomach, only to be crushed as you fished your phone from under Jameson’s belly and seeing it was just a spam email notification. You tossed your forkful of pasta down into the bowl, letting the metal clatter and clang against the ceramic bowl, feeling pathetic that yet again, you were wallowing over some guy. You’d decided you’d had enough, getting up and stomping to your bedroom, darting to your closet and towards the back where you kept your more risqué clothing.

You slipped out of the oversized t-shirt you wore as pajamas, shimmying into the tight black mini skirt and pulling your lacy bustier top out of the closet too. You made sure to do a sultry, smokey look for your makeup, and spritzed your most femme fatale perfume on your neck, wrists and ankles. Once you fastened your strappy heels, you stood up, going to your vanity mirror and fluffing your hair. In your peripheral, you caught movement in the corner of your bedroom. An icy bolt of fear shot through your body as you tried to act normal, grabbing your bag off the vanity table and beginning to move quickly to the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” you stopped, the ice in your veins turning to bubbling hot anger as Josh’s voice called out to you. “I asked you a question, love.” you spun on your heel, walking towards the man who emerged from the shadows.

“Don’t you fucking call me ‘love’, asshole.” you pointed a finger at him, jabbing him in the chest. “You don’t speak to me for a fucking week and break into my apartment the one night I decide to go out and get over you? How dare you?”

“As I’ve told you, you’re mine.” Josh grabbed the wrist of the hand that was poking his chest. “There is no getting over me, love.” his emphasis on your pet name made your blood boil even more, and tried to pry your arm away from him, but he only tugged you in further. Your chest was pressed against his, his other arm winding around your back, pressing you against him. “I was away on business. But if you were craving my attentions, I do believe even these modern cell phones work both ways, do they not?”

“Forgive me, but I thought you were more ‘old-fashioned’, and would give a girl a call after a few days.”

“After the way you left me high and dry in the back of the car?”

“Oh were you thirsty?” you gave him a fake pout. “Couldn’t find another blood bag for seven days?” Josh bemusedly rolled his eyes.

“If you’re jealous, then let me put your nerves to rest.” he murmured, looking into your eyes. “I have not seen, nor fed from another since you.” you stopped trying to pull away from him, gritting your teeth as he stared you down, an honest, unbothered look on his face. You hated the small feeling of joy in your heart at the admission, knowing he felt it in your pulse they way his thumb rubbed against your wrist. Your stubbornness reared at the small smirk on his face and you tried tugging away again.

“Well that’s lovely, but if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go out and have a good night.” you pushed yourself away from him, and turned, briskly walking out of the room. Josh followed, hot on your heels.

“Which spot are we going to, then?” you rolled your eyes as you tucked your phone and ID into your wristlet, making sure your debit card was in there as well. You ignored him, staring at your jacket on the hook by the door, wondering if you should bother with one. The weather was getting warm, but it was still mid-Spring, the nights were still near freezing. “I know you prefer Club Soleil, but it’s getting a bit stale, even if I do own it.”

“You own-? You know what, no I’m not letting you distract me. And I’m not telling you where I’m going, because you’re not coming with me.”

“My love, do you forget what I am?” Josh just folded his arms over his chest, giving you a smarmy smirk as he leaned against the door to the apartment, blocking your exit. “I can track you. I’ll find you wherever you go.”

“So you’re just going to stalk me?” you squinted at him as he shrugged nonchalantly. “Move.” Instead of moving out of your way, he unfolded his arms, straightening up and wrapping them around your waist, tugging you flush against his body. He looked down his nose at you, and the look in his eyes made you feel weak in the knees.

“We could stay in,” Josh murmured, splaying his hands across your back and pressing you impossibly closer. “I could show you all the ways you’ve missed me in the past week.” you scoffed, though an image of your and Josh’s bodies wrapped around one another in your sheets made your will weaken.

“What makes you think I missed you?” you tried to keep your voice even, knowing he could see right through you as his smirk grew.

“An interesting thing happens when a vampire feeds on someone.” he brought his index finger under your chin, using the pad of it to lift your eyes back up to his. “I may not be able to read your mind, but if a feeling is strong enough, I can sense it, feel a part of it myself. And my sweet girl, I felt everything you did to yourself.” your cheeks were burning as you recalled pleasuring yourself, whimpering and calling out Josh’s name as you peaked.

“Well if you’d called, you probably would’ve gotten to feel more than just a fraction.” you bit back, your annoyance still bubbling within you.

“You make me repeat myself once again, but phones work both ways,” he replied frankly. “Had you called me, I would’ve been here in an instant, taking care of your needs.” he leaned forward, cupping the right side of your face and pressing a kiss just below your ear on the left, making your eyes flutter close. He trailed a line of soft, wet kisses down your neck to your shoulder, letting his hand come up, fingers creeping under the strap of your bustier top and running underneath it teasingly. “Let me guess your fantasy, hmm? You come home from a long day of work, and I’m there. I’ve prepared a lovely dinner for you and have your favorite white wine ready. But before we eat, you want to take a hot, steamy shower, scrub the day away.”

“Let me guess, you follow me into the shower?” you half-heartedly taunt, swallowing the moan that kept rising up in your throat as he sucked a dark mark onto your collarbone.

“Oh no, you get to have time to unwind.” Josh promises. “But I find you in the bedroom after, before you get dressed, and I come up behind you,” he swiftly turns you around, pressing your back to his chest now. “Your flesh gets goosebumps when I touch you, running my fingers down your arms. I’d hold you to me, an arm wrapped around you for support as my other hand caresses your breasts.”

Josh was acting out his tale as he spoke, his hand running along your cleavage as he held you to him. You felt his hand begin to travel down your front, and over the front of your skirt. He rounded your thigh, and you felt your legs part to let him in. You felt him smile against your ear as he leaned down and continued whispering.

“You can’t wait for me to take you as my hand moves slowly towards your pussy, you’re already aching for me to touch you. I’d slide my finger along your wetness, in one slow, firm stroke, feeling you shake beneath me.” you sighed as Josh’s finger ran a firm line up your clothed pussy, the fabric of your panties already soaked. “You want me to touch you more, so badly, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, reaching behind your and grabbing his shoulder, bucking your hips into his hand.

“My poor, pathetic sweet girl,” Josh cooed with a dark chuckle. “Do you need me to touch you?”

“Yes, please,” you were embarrassed you were already panting, the anticipation of his touch mixed with his words riling you up. He turned you around, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his plush lips pressing against yours as his hands grabbed at the back of your thighs. You hopped up, wrapping your legs around his waist and letting him walk you back into your bedroom as your tongues tasted each others mouths once again.

He lowered you onto your bed, never breaking the kiss. Once his hands were free, he hastily ran them up your thighs and under your skirt, pulling down your panties and discarding them. You felt his finger on the seam of your pussy, running between your lips and collecting the wetness there. You whined, bucking your hips again and begging him with your urgent kiss for more of his touch.

“Josh, I need it,” you sighed, a hint of defeat in your voice as your resolve completely crumbled just as he began circling your clit with his slick finger. “Oh, shit.”

“I know, love, I know,” he mocked you gently. “You need it so badly. Need me so badly.” you were nodded as he applied more pressure to his circles, the tight, hot coil in your belly becoming hotter and more dense, the pleasure building up as he continued his movements. “But I need something from you too.” you looked up at him as he stared at your neck, feeling your blood pounding in your veins, knowing he could see its pulse.

“Just try not to get any on my sheets.” was all you said, and Josh was already at your neck, biting down where your neck and shoulder met. You moaned as the weight of his body on top of yours pressed his clothed, hard cock against your exposed pussy. You ground against his crotch, feeling him grind back as he drank from you. “Fuck me,” you groaned, the sensation of him drawing your blood still new and different and somehow pleasurable. You felt Josh pull away, smirking. He looked down at you, your blood tinging his lips dark ruby red.

“With pleasure,” in a flash his belt and pants were undone, pushed down and he was stroking himself as he gazed at you again. You realized he was waiting for you to fully say yes, and you nodded, reaching out and pulling his hand off his cock, instead wrapping your own around it and pumping it teasingly before you gently led him down, placing the head against your cunt. He thrust his hips, rubbing through your slick folds before pressing into you with a hiss. You sighed contentedly, feeling him stretch your walls deliciously.

Josh barely gave you a moment to adjust to his size, beginning to pound into you at a rough pace, grabbing your hips and arching your body off the bed himself. Your breathing was inconsistent, you alternated between cries of pleasure and gasps of breath. You could feel small streams of cooling blood trickling down your shoulder and dripping onto your bed. Sheets be damned, at this point. All you cared about was the incredible pleasure coursing through your veins.

“Fuck, I knew you were mine.” Josh ground out between grit teeth. He let go of your body, letting it flop back down onto the mattress, and bent down, grinding himself against you, making your bodies writhe together as he kissed you. “So perfect,” you whimpered underneath him as the coarse, trimmed hair at his pelvis scratched against your clit as his hips slid against yours. The push and pull of his dick feeling unbelievably amazing, you felt as if your entire body was vibrating. Your hands grabbed at his body, not being able to stay in one spot before you needed to feel another part of him. “Are you gonna cum for me? Cum all over my cock, love.” Your mouth fell open, brows furrowing together as your orgasm overtook you. His name fell from your lips in the form of a prayer as he worked your through it, his thrusts rougher, sharper than before as he sought his own climax. You felt his release, the feeling of him filling you making you hum against his lips as he kissed you one more time.

When he pulled away he pressed his lips to the bite mark, his tongue lapping at the punctures to clean and heal the wounds. Josh untangled himself from your limbs. You would’ve helped, but everything in your body felt boneless, you felt like you were made of jelly. He smirked at your limp body, pulling up his boxer briefs and pants before kneeling back on the bed. He reached forward, tugging down the front zipper of your bustier top and letting it fall open.

You half expected him to begin touching you again, but he merely pulled your arms through the straps and pulled it out from under you, tossing it to the floor and grabbing the oversized t-shirt you had been in before changing. He lifted your body up, pulling it over your head and down your body before shimmying your tight skirt down your legs. He sat at the end of the bed, deftly undoing the clasps of your shoes and tossing them away as well.

Josh left the room, and you felt a pang of despair. You cursed yourself for letting him back in, he was just going to leave again. Going through your self-deprecating thoughts, you missed the bathroom sink running, until he came in with a warm washcloth, wiping at your neck softly before folding the towel and cleaning up between your legs. He went back into the bathroom to put the towel away, and came back, shuffling you in the bed and getting you comfy before pressing a kiss to your forehead. When he straighten up, your arm shot out from under the covers, hand clasping his wrist. Josh looked at you, slightly shocked at your speed in your fucked out state.

“Stay?” you asked, not caring how pathetic you felt or sounded at this point. “At least for a little?” Josh pursed his lips, glancing at the clock and out the window before nodding. He kicked off his shoes, and climbed onto the bed next to you, fully clothed, and rested back against the headboard. You didn’t have the energy to say thank you, instead you curled your body up next to his, allowing yourself to fall asleep.

There’s nothing but darkness. You can hear the leaves of the mighty tree shaking in the wind, but cannot see them. Fear is the only feeling you recognize as the wind whips around you, feeling like it’s tugging on your hair, your clothes; pushing and pulling you in any direction it can. The piercing screams and screeching are so loud you think they’re in your head only, and you clap your hands over your ears, trying to lessen the blow. Tears ran down your face, helpless and cold. You crumpled to the ground, on your knees, sobs racking your body as you felt like you would never escape this dark hell.

“Awaken,”

You looked around fruitlessly in the dark, trying to spot where the voice came from. It was smooth as honey, even in tone and low, though it was undoubtedly a female’s voice calling over the screaming wind.

“Awaken, child.”

“Who are you?!” you cried over the wind. “What do you want?!”

“Awaken!”

Your eyes snapped open, staring at the wall in front of your bed. Your breathing was heavy and you realized you were already sitting up. Looking next to you, Josh was staring at you, a deep concern creasing his forehead, eyes worriedly darting around you. You heard a clatter in the room, and turned your head towards it, expecting to see Jameson having knocked something over. Instead, in the far corner, there was a dark shadow, lingering and swirling around like in your dream. You froze, and you slowly reached over, touching Josh’s leg with your hand in an attempt to ground yourself.

“Do you see that?” you whispered, swallowing thickly.

“I do.” Josh’s voice sounded uncertain. “Stay still, love.” Josh gently removed your hand from his leg before getting up, and going towards the shadow. You almost jolted forward to grab him, to stop him from getting any closer, but willed yourself to stay still. He began speaking low, lower than you’d heard his voice before, in a language you couldn’t place. The shadow swirled angrier, like in your dreams, and you could hear a faint high pitched wailing coming from it as Josh’s voice became louder, holding up a hand towards the shadow. Josh was near shouting, and finally the swirling mass shot through the room, out the closed window and into the night, leaving a gust of wind that blew things around your room and smelled like ash.

“What was that, Josh?” you asked, finally finding your voice again. Josh ignored you, going to your closet and drawing the doors open, rummaging as you watched him, until he found what he was looking for. He dragged your suitcase out of the closet and tossed it on the empty space on the bed, grabbing an armful of clothes from the closet and tossing them in.

“You can’t stay here anymore.” he shook his head. “I can’t let you stay here.”

“Let me? This is my apartment.” you scoffed. “What was that thing Josh? And why do I keep dreaming of it?” Josh paused, glancing at the crystal around your neck then to your eyes.

“I had hoped the selenite would work, but obviously crystals are just rocks.” Josh huffed, going to your dresser and opening a few drawer, taking handfuls of panties and sock, and tossing them in the suitcase, then grabbing a few pairs of pants. “That’s the last time I listen to Samuel about that shit.”

“Josh!” you grabbed his hands, forcing him to stop and look at you. “Will you tell me what’s happening? Please?”

“I’ll explain in the car, I promise. But we can’t risk it coming back and bringing friends, okay? We have to go. We’ll come back for the rest of your stuff later, but let’s go.” He zipped up your suitcase and tossed you a pair of jeans he’d grabbed from the drawer that didn’t fit, and you began putting them on.

“What about my cat?” Josh stopped, looking at you as if you had a third head. “Josh, I’m not leaving my cat behind if that thing is dangerous and may come back.”

“Fucking humans and their pets.” Josh rolled his eyes. “Go get the mongrel, but if it ruins the upholstery in my car, I’m throwing it out the window.” you rolled your eyes, going into the closet yourself and grabbing your cat carrier, going out to the living room and looking for Jameson. You finally found him under the couch, and pried him from the hiding spot, placing him in the carrier with a few treats and zipping it shut, grabbing a few cans of food from the cupboard for him and tossing them in a bag.

“Okay, you have your cat, let’s go.” Josh ushered you out of the apartment once you’d gotten your purse and wallet together. You secured Jameson’s carrier in the back seat of the Escalade, and were surprised that Danny wasn’t in the drivers seat waiting for Josh the whole time. But it was Josh who climbed into the drivers seat, clutching the wheel and shaking his head as you buckled in. The late night was giving way to early mornings indigo hues, and Josh peeled away from the curb once you were secured. It was deathly silent in the car until he got on the highway, heading towards his estate. He tapped on the screen in the Escalade, bringing up a contact list and pressing on a number.

“Hullo?” a groggy voice answered, “I was just about to fall asleep, Josh.”

“Stay up, Jacob, wake up Samuel and find Daniel.”

“For what?” Josh’s grip tightened on the steering wheel as he swallowed thickly.

“Edric is back."

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msmargaretmurry · 6 months

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vampire leon and vampire hunter matthew oh i would do ANYTHING to read it!! the TENSION the ATTRACTION it would SERVE!!!

hello thank you for your enthusiasm about vampire leon and his vampire hunter boyfriend!! i spent much of the weekend pondering but i'm bad at being online and being social at the same time so now i am catching up on my asks, thank you for your patience as well.

i'm not a super traditional vampire girlie but i do enjoy the occasional vampirey media and i love creative vampire/mythical creature worldbuilding so a lot of the fun in this concept for me is just figuring out the worldbuilding. many years later i still think regularly about this michael dal colle/leon draisaitl vampire fic, even though i have not had a single other thought or feeling about michael dal colle otherwise in my entire life (leon is not the vampire in it, alas, but the baby leon characterization is lovely). because the worldbuilding, especially the background vampire politics and the logistics of vampires integrating into "normal" society/playing in the nhl are so fun and interesting. i also think about like, true blood, which i have only seen bits and pieces of, but the whole humanizing/integrating vampires of it all, and of course buffy (beloved) and more traditional vampire/monster-hunting type stories.

i think someone could write a really fun full-on vampire/vampire hunter au, but because of who i am as a person i want a fic where they have this vampire stuff going on and still have to deal with their hockey careers, lol. my basic idea is something like (subject to change as i continue to ponder): a couple of generations there was some sort of accords/treaty reached between vampires and vampire hunters, because of the way the world was changing, it being much more difficult to hide, and also some sort of development that made it easy for vampires to feed without killing humans and kind of... put a damper on their vampire-ness, made it easier for them to blend in if they chose to, and the vampire powers that be decided that they should all do that, for safety. obviously there are still rogue vampires out there and still hunters who try to hunt down and kill even the ones minding their own business but for the most part at this point everyone minds their own business unless something particularly bad happens.

so matthew's grandparents were the last tkachuks to actually hunt vampires. keith was trained, did a little hunting in his youth as the kinks and wrinkles of the new order got ironed out, but was able to go on and have his hockey career instead of dedicating his life to hunting. then matthew, brady, and taryn come along, and they're kind of trained, just in case, and taught how to recognize vampires, taught how to protect themselves, taught all the ways vampires are still not human and not to be trusted and highly dangerous, but they're still able to go on and live normal lives.

until matthew starts playing against leon draisaitl. and he's spotted vampires out in the world before, but never in hockey — they tend to keep low profiles, and even at the lower-levels, team sports are not low-profile, and also matthew has just never imagined vampires caring about sports at all, although maybe that's a stereotype, but whatever — anyway. it takes him a few games to figure out what's up with draisaitl, and even when he starts suspecting, he's not sure, but then one battle of alberta matthew gets in a fight and ends up with a bloody face, and as he's ushered past draisaitl on the way to the box, he sees the way draisaitl is staring, the way his pupils are dialated, the way his throat moves when he swallows, the way his tongue darts out and matthew swears, he swears he sees a hint of fangs even though he knows those only come out when a vampire is feeding or in a bloodlust. and maybe he's just dizzy from getting punched but for a second when their eyes meet he is sure he feels that thing his dad and granddad warned him about, the way that if a vampire looks you in the eye he can hypnotize you. or read your mind. maybe both. the lore is kind of fuzzy. but obviously matthew is going to have to find him after the game. to find out what the fuck draisaitl is doing here, and figure out if he's going to have to put any of that training he never thought he'd need to use. because it feels dangerous, having a vampire in the league. it feels way too close for comfort.

#ask #this got long but i'm not sorry. let me live my truth (spitballing fic ideas onto tumblr instead of actually writing them)#vampire leon tag #matthew and leon #hockey for ts

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dntaewithluv · 2 years

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Silent Gym Buddy | jjk

Trying out a new gym really can be a series of trial and error, but something about the cute guy who's always working out near you keeps you coming back day after day

👟 Pairing: gymmember!jungkook x reader

👟 Word Count: 1.6k

👟 Rating: 16+

👟 Genre: Strangers to lovers, idiots to lovers, fluff, some humor, gym au

👟 Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of reader feeling embarrassed/self conscious, reader is thirsty for JK, gym JK with a ponytail, brief mention of reader crying, flirting, teasing, really just a cute fluffy little gym drabble 🥹

A/N: First of all huge thanks to my possum angel @miscelunaaa for inspiring this idea and encouraging me to pursue it I appreciate you so so much Em 🥺💜 Btw I very much am this person at the gym and I just thought it would make for a cute and funny drabble idea 😂 Thank you to everyone for your patience and understanding while I've been taking time to get my life together it means so much to me 😭 I was really excited about feeling inspired and motivated to write something again so I hope you enjoy if you decide to check it out 🥰

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Day 1

You had lied to yourself. You were, in fact, the only person in this entire fucking gym who had brought wired ear phones with them to work out. And worst of all, the really cute guy on the treadmill next to you had audibly laughed when you dug the damn tangled things out of your pocket.

Well, time to find a new gym. Cause finding new earphones instead was clearly the more ridiculous solution of the two options. Yeah, fuck that gym.

Day 4

After saying “yeah, fuck that gym” for the last three days in a row, suddenly on day four it didn’t seem nearly as bad for some reason. Maybe it was because you had seen someone else with wired earphones that day, and you had nearly cried in solidarity.

Or maybe it was because the cute guy who had laughed at you on day one lifting weights near you had given your workout a hell of a view. He was absolutely ripped. And. AND. He had a full sleeve of tattoos and a lip ring. Maybe the gym would end up working out after all…

Day 17

It had taken you a record ten, yes one zero, ten fucking minutes to untangle your earphones. A bigger uphill battle than the incline you had started using on the treadmill a few days ago. You had gotten so worked up trying to detangle them, that when you finally got to your workout you were immediately winded.

And as an extra fuck you from the universe, the cute boy had been working out behind you and seen the whole fucking thing. Actually you knew his name now, had learned it a few days before when you’d overheard his friend talking to him. Jungkook. Jungkook had unfortunately witnessed your entire sad wire tragedy. A new gym was starting to look real tempting again.

Day 33

You were still going to the gym. You were still going to the same gym. And so was Jungkook. Every single day, there he was. Same time as you. Always alternating between all the different areas of the gym. Yesterday he had come in with his long dark hair pulled into a ponytail to do some boxing, and you had come close to face planting directly onto the treadmill track.

He always seemed so powerful when he was working out. He just had this super intense and aggressive energy about him. But then you would catch him talking with his friend, you had learned his name was Jin, and he would seem like just the sweetest and softest man.

You always heard his laugh, even with your outdated wired monstrosities blaring in your ears at full volume. It was the kind of laugh that took over his entire body. His face would scrunch up adorably, his little bunny smile poking through. The gym really had done you wonders.

Day 65

You had learned something new today. A very vital piece of information for future use. You could never, ever, accidentally grab the heart rate detector when Jungkook was on the treadmill next to yours. Because the number would indicate that the only place you should’ve been running to was the nearest hospital.

The only thing that had saved you was Jungkook choosing to drink from his water at that exact moment. Even then, you hadn’t been completely saved though. He had definitely caught the tail end of you gawking at him as he did the most basic thing on earth, drinking fucking water. But in your defense, he was always drinking water completely drenched in sweat with his throat bobbing in the most distracting way.

Honestly, it was a wonder you ever ended up being able to work out at all. With a literal long haired demon always in your immediate view. Who always seemed like a total and complete sweetheart the moment he stopped exercising.

It wasn’t like you even really had the option to try and avoid him because he was just always there. Running. Or boxing. Or lifting weights. Or making pull ups look like the easiest fucking thing in the world. Stupid Jungkook. Stupid hot Jungkook.

Day 92

Today your earphones had gone in the trash as soon as you had finished your workout. Your body hadn’t quite been feeling up to your usual workout, so you had fumbled for a split second. But that split second had been long enough for your hand to catch on the wire and yank the whole thing out, making your music readily available for anyone in the near vicinity to be able to hear.

It had been an all around bad day, and you’d had to blink back tears as you tossed your earphones in the gym trash on your way out. You would start saving up for a new pair of headphones starting that day.

For the first time, Jungkook hadn’t been there. And you hadn’t been able to decide if you were happy or sad about that. The two of you had never even spoken a word to each other, but sometimes he would give you such a cute little smile, and something about it always just felt so comforting to you.

Maybe he would have given you one of those rare smiles if he had been there today. You honestly could’ve really used it. Those big, brown, doe eyes and bunny smile just always made you feel better. Always.

Day 100

Something had been waiting for you when you arrived at your usual treadmill. It was a small box that had been delicately wrapped and adorned with a bow on top, as well as a little card that read:

From your (hopefully not so silent in the future) gym buddy (:

It was a good thing you hadn’t started your work out yet because your heart was fucking pouding, and that treadmill heart rate indicator was the biggest snitch. You carefully pulled back the pretty paper, and let out an audible gasp. It was a brand new pair of wireless earphones. This was about to be the second time this week that you had cried in the gym.

“I know you were really attached to your trusty wires, but I promise, these are a lot safer.”

Your head snapped up to find a ponytailed Jungkook leaning over the front of your treadmill with his head resting against his hands.

“Safer?”

It was impossible to miss the way his cheeks tinged pink, “Yeah, uh, Jin. He told me you slipped the other day and got tangled in them and almost got really hurt. So, I thought this would be a better and safer option”

You hadn’t even noticed Jin in the gym that particular day, you had been so focused on Jungkook’s absence. Had Jin also seen you almost cry in front of a random gym trash can?

“He also said that you haven’t had earphones since then. That you’ve just been working out to the,” he gestured around him vaguely, “lovely gym ambience.”

You laughed at that, and Jungkook’s cute little bunny teeth instantly made an appearance.

“I was working on saving up for a better pair.” you admitted quietly.

Jungkook picked his head up, arms still hanging over your machine.

“Well, now you don’t have to. Right?” he queried, flashing you a cheeky little wink at the end.

His gift had touched you more than he would ever know. Especially knowing that he had paid that much attention to you over the last three plus months. Maybe as much as you’d been paying attention to him.

“Right.” you agreed, a smile starting to take over your features.

Jungkook grinned back at you.

“This is really sweet, thank you so much.” you added, holding the small box close to your chest.

His face scrunched up in that way you absolutely adored, “Yeah, you’re welcome. I hope they make your workouts go a little smoother.”

“Well, I won’t have to spend a ridiculous amount of time detangling them, so that already is a huuuuuge step up.”

Jungkook chuckled, and you realized it was your favorite part of the “lovely gym ambience”.

“Just make sure you don’t accidentally let them go through the wash…it does not end well.”

He sounded like he was speaking from experience.

You found it hard to stifle your giggles, “Noted. Thanks.”

Jungkook suddenly nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

“So, uh, I know it took us like a hundred days to officially meet and talk to each other. But would you ever, maybe, I don’t know, want to see each other? Like not at the gym?”

Ooh that heart rate detector would have been having a fucking field day right now.

“Not at the gym? You mean, like a-”

“Like a date, yeah.” he finished for you, his face flushing noticeably deeper.

You were pretty sure your own blush was matching his at this point.

“Well, what do you like to do for fun?”

“Uh, go to the gym.” he laughed, “You?”

“Same, actually.”

God, you were both so fucking awkward. Match made in heaven maybe.

“See! We already have so much in common.” Jungkook remarked, his eyes bright with excitement.

You instantly started giggling. He joined in with you, his body bending over your treadmill once again.

“You know, we’ve technically already had like a hundred indirect, silent dates. Maybe for our one hundred and oneth we can actually have a conversation.” he added as he playfully raised an eyebrow at you.

You had just started to open your mouth to respond, when panic suddenly took over his face, “Oh fuck, I’m Jungkook, by the way.”

More giggles from you.

“Y/N. It's nice to meet you, Jungkook. Hey, since it’s gonna be like our one hundred and oneth date, should I bring my mom to meet you?”

You couldn’t resist joining in on the teasing.

“Of course! I’ve been dying to meet her.”

Your shared, loud, obnoxious laughter echoed around you.

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