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iovetecchou · 4 months

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⌜Love To Hate You ⧸ Hate To Love You⌟ 𓂃༞♡

༞ Gojo Satoru x Reader

༞ Contains...! enemies to lovers trope, implied hidden feelings, brief mention of suggestive dreams, "princess" used as a nickname for the reader, bickering, banter, implied jealousy, suggestive, making out, groping, boners (lmao)

༞ AFAB Reader.

༞ 2,329 words.

༞ Part 1/? Part 2.

Satoru Gojo was a real thorn in your side. Ever since you started at Jujutsu High as a teacher for the first-year students your superior- Satoru Gojo, has brought you nothing but headaches.

You were an aid for his class. Principal Yaga thought Gojo needed an extra hand with keeping the students on task. Your superior had a nasty habit of having last-minute field trips with his students when he didn't particularly feel like teaching. Which... was nearly every day.

You admit you had high hopes before you met "The Satoru Gojo". Putting on your brightest smile as you introduced yourself to him for the very first time. You even bought him Zunda as a peace offering, hoping it would smooth over well with the one and only.

But alas, he ignored you.

Completely.

He swiftly took the bag of goodies from your hand before perching himself atop his desk. Gojo swung his legs in a child-like manner as he began stuffing his annoyingly gorgeous face with your peace offering. Your jaw hung agape as you watched him do as he pleased. Not having a single ounce of respect for you.

If his actions didn't prove it enough, his following words solidified it.

"Let's get one thing straight, princess. I am in charge here, so don't make yourself too comfortable."

"Princess..?!"

From that day forward, things were... rocky between the two of you.

He would step on your toes, sometimes quite literally; just to tick you off. Gojo spoke over you, correcting you mid-sentence when you were teaching the students. He would show up late every morning, leaving you to cover for his ass when Principal Yaga made his rounds. Among many other pesky things that would take you hours to list.

Gojo was infuriating. Everything he did made your blood boil. But, with all that being said... why was it that he plagued your dreams each night?

You cursed his name each morning when you woke up from a heated dream where Gojo was the star of it. He was obnoxious, loud, arrogant and cocky. So why was it that your deepest desires; even in your subconscious mind, revolved around him?

I guess the saying is true... don't hate someone too much, It might bloom into love.

But alas, you acted like those dreams were nothing but a nuisance. Facing Gojo each morning with indifference. Pretending like he didn't plague your dreams was a cakewalk, and you would guard your dirty little secret like your life depended on it.

"Rough night, princess? You look like a total wreck!" Gojo quipped. He offered you a shit-eating grin as he swung his long legs up, crossing them atop his desk. Not having a care in the world for the papers that cascaded to the floor from his sudden action.

"Speak for yourself. Smells like you've been wearing that uniform for three days now." You sighed, placing your bag atop your desk before you took your seat.

"I've been wearing this uniform for five days actually, if we're keeping count." Gojo snickered, fiddling his pen between his long fingers with ease.

"That's repulsive, Gojo." Your face crinkled in disgust as you paid him no mind. All your focus shifting toward the ungraded papers on your desk.

"I was joking, princess! You don't actually believe I'm that filthy- do you?!" He chuckled once more before his attention was brought to the door by the sound of a stern knock.

"Nanami! Whatcha doin' here?" Gojo chimed, unmoving from his lax spot.

Nanami cleared his throat before striding toward your desk, completely ignoring Gojo. You sat up from your chair to greet Nanami with a small smile.

"Good morning, Nanami!" You spoke softly. You got a small glimpse of Gojo from behind Nanami's large frame as he pretended to gag himself with a pen from your gentle tone. You scowled before Nanami's words pulled you from your offense.

"Morning, Y/N. I've been meaning to ask- would you like to go to dinner with me tonight? You've been working hard these past few months since you started here, and I'd be more than happy to treat you out."

Nanami offered you a tight-lipped smile. You felt coy from his generous offer, stammering out your quick response. "Of course, I would love to! That's so kind of you, Nanami."

Your smile was wide as your eyes averted from Nanami's striking gaze. "It's the new place that opened up in town a few weeks ago. Meet me there when you finish up here for the day. I'll be patiently waiting for you."

With that, Nanami took his leave. He spared one last glance at you from the doorway before descending the hall. Gojo was now sitting upright. You could feel his gaze on you even past the blindfold. "Looks like someone's got a hot date tonight." He scoffed.

You rolled your eyes at your superior's childish musings. "It's not a date! Nanami is just being friendly. Quit assuming that, it's weird."

You went back to grading your student's papers. The thought of this night actually being a date with Nanami now plagued your brain.

"It's totally a date," Gojo muttered under his breath as his palm rested on the side of his cheek, supporting his head.

"So what if it is? Why does it matter so much to you anyway?" You snapped. Your head shot up as you now glared at him furiously. It was only eight in the morning, and he was already getting on your nerves.

Gojo stood, turning away from you. He began writing today's lesson on the chalkboard, not daring to answer either of your questions. His reaction took you off guard for sure. Gojo always had to have the last word, so why was he clamming up on you now?

You didn't have the chance to ask him again before your students began rushing into the classroom. You figured you would drop it anyway. Focusing on class today was more important.

The day zipped by like every other, and Yuuji was the last to leave as usual. Waving goodbye with his sunny smile that you cherished. You finished up the last of your paperwork for the day before checking the clock, that hung above Gojo's desk. It was getting late. Maybe if you left now, you would have some time to change before meeting Nanami.

"Let me drive you home." Gojo's voice pulled you from your train of thought as you pulled your coat on and slung your bag over your shoulder.

"I'd much rather take the train." You sighed, making your way to the door. "Turn off all the lights and lock the door this time! Principal Yaga will have both of our asses if you don't."

You descended toward the elevator, not caring to say goodbye to your perpetual pain-in-the-ass superior. You began planning out an outfit in your mind, overthinking if you should go casual or not. But just as you were about to press the ground floor button, Gojo snaked through. He offered you a sly grin before slotting himself behind you. He reached over you, taking the liberty of pressing the button.

"I'll admit, I'm a little hurt you didn't wave goodbye to me, princess." His breath tickled the shell of your ear from where he leaned forward slightly behind you. You felt a chill run down your spine from the proximity, whipping around to face him before shoving him back slightly. Having him invade your senses like that was dangerous.

"Don't be a baby. You know I have plans tonight." You glared daggers into the tall man standing before you. Tapping your foot in annoyance the more he tested your patience.

"Plans, huh? Don't you mean your hot date with the charming Nanami? What a dashing prince he is, perfectly suitable for a princess like you."

"You're a weirdo- and stop it with that nickname. I don't like it." You huffed. Crossing your arms over your chest, still glaring at his annoyingly perfect face.

"Oh, but calling you princess is the best part of my day. You know why?" Gojo trailed off, stepping closer to you. You could feel his intense gaze on you even past his blindfold as his chest came flush against yours. Your arms going limp at your sides.

"...Why?" You genuinely were curious, but your response only seemed to make Gojo's grin widen.

"Because watching you pretend that you hate it when you secretly love it is entertaining, princess."

Your blood boiled at his response, and you could feel yourself heating up inside and out. You brought your hands up to beat on his chest, but he grabbed your fists before you had a chance. Gojo pulled your balled-up fists closer to his chest, holding them tightly.

Before you could process it, Gojo took both of your fists between one of his large palms. His other hand pressed a tricky button on the elevator, causing the whole contraption to stop.

"Gojo- what the hell did you do that for?!" You were furious at this point. Trying with all your might to free your hands from his grasp, but to no avail.

"Princess, what are we doing?" His voice lowered an octave, seeming more serious than you've ever seen him before.

"What the hell are you talking about?" You knit your eyebrows together in confusion, still attempting to free your hands.

"Us, I'm talking about us. I'm tired of playing this game." Gojo spoke calmly, bringing his face even closer to yours.

"You mean us hating each other?" You scoff, trying to avert your gaze from his face. The proximity was causing you to feel butterflies, which you couldn't help but internally scold yourself for.

"Do you really hate me, princess?" Gojo sounded almost sad when he uttered those words, pulling your gaze right back to his annoyingly handsome face.

You stammered for a moment. Shaking your head in confusion before you whispered, "N-No, I mean... I don't know. Do you hate me?" You weren't sure what compelled you to ask him those four little words. But they were out in the open, no taking it back now.

Before you could process it, Gojo closed the small distance between you both. His lips gently brushed over yours as he finally released your hands from his grasp. Expirementally, his lips captured yours. Gojo's large palms came down to smooth over your sides as he deepened the kiss.

Your eyes were blown wide from the sudden affection coming from the man who plagued your dreams and tormented your days. But you couldn't deny that it felt good, that kissing him felt right. Gojo gasped against your lips as your hands came up to tug at his snowy tufts of hair.

This gave Gojo the confidence to trail his hands lower. His palms caressed the sides of your thighs before hoisting you up. On instinct, your legs wrapped around his waist. "Hah..." You let out a small whine as your back collided with the elevator wall.

"Oh my god..." Gojo groaned deeply, letting his kisses trail down your jaw and to your neck.

"W-What...?" You mindlessly questioned as you threw your head back. Completely lost in the pleasurable feeling of Gojo marking up your neck.

"That sound you just made. So heavenly, princess." Heat pooled in your core from his honest confession. Knowing your muffled whine had such an effect on him caused pride to flood your chest.

His slender fingers felt so hot against the fat of your ass as he kneaded the flesh with fervor. His pelvis was flush against yours, and you couldn't help but gasp at the feeling of his crotch pressing against yours. All of your fantasies were finally coming to fruition. If it wasn't for how real this all felt, you would have assumed this was just another one of your dreams.

"Hey, you guys okay in there?"

A gruff voice coming from the intercom built into the elevator pulled a gasp from your lips. You hurriedly pushed Gojo away as you found your footing. "Yeah, all good in here. Sorry! Must have pressed the wrong button."

Gojo lied through his teeth as he swiftly pressed a button, putting the elevator back in motion. You could hardly look at him as you adjusted your uniform, trying to fix your disheveled state.

"Did that answer your question, princess?" Gojo's words caused more heat to swirl in your tummy.

Oh, it answered your question alright. It's safe to say his little show of affection did more than just answer it.

You zipped right past him the moment the elevator stopped at the ground floor. You felt too embarrassed to say anything more at that moment. But more than that, really. You felt as if you didn't leave now; you wouldn't have been able to resist him.

Your heart was beating a mile a minute as you stormed out of the school building and toward the train station. How were you supposed to face Nanami after this? Especially if he thought this was a date. Gojo was a real prick for planting that seed in your head and then kissing you fervently the same day.

As your mind ran rampant, Gojo still lingered in the elevator. He slumped to the floor the second his back hit the wall. His slender digits caressed his lips. He could still feel the warmth of your skin against his plush mouth. His heart pounded in his chest, as he recounted every detail of what transpired only moments ago. Not helping to alleviate the painful tent in his pants in the slightest.

All Gojo could think about was how badly he wanted to kiss you again, to make you his and his alone. After finally getting a taste of you, there was no way in hell he would give you up now. Gojo was determined to win you over. No matter what it would take.

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ilovetoxicfictionalmen · 7 days

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BABY GIRL

Pairing - Jackson Rippner x fem!reader

Summary - Jackson likes to keep you doped up for both of your safety.

Warnings - Non-con, dub-con, drugging, manipulation, degrading, p in v, edging.

Word count - 1.9k+

Notes - Guess who wanted to work on one of her WIP's but decided to watch Red Eye and just had to write another one about my favourite boy.

You laid on the bed, completely naked against his body, he only wore his boxers, your left leg draped over his hips, his hand slowly caressing your back as your face was pressed up against his lean bare chest.

The audio of the television was muffled, your sight blurred as you slowly breathed in and out. The sheets were hardly covering your flesh, but you were too dazed to pay attention to it. The sensation of his large fingers caressing your tender skin was enough to earn gentle moans from your soft lips. His cold blue eyes watched you like a hawk. Almost skeptical that you would commence a ploy against him, despite your doped state.

Jackson Rippner was fascinated by you. The moment he saw you, he knew that you would be his. It was unfortunate with the circumstances you met under. Star crossed lovers in his opinion, a bit of a spiced uniqueness to your relationship.

You were assigned to investigate him for terrorism. Many times you were warned about your high levels of ambition, your eagerness put you in danger. But you were always too stubborn to listen to your superiors.

“Jackson” you murmured against his chest, almost drooling. He sighed lightly, his hand rubbing circles around your lower back.

“Yes baby?” He asked softly, there was silence for a brief moment. Jackson waited patiently for you to respond as you raised your heavy head.

“Are you going to keep me drugged up forever” you slowly questioned, your eyes ached to stay open, your thoughts blurred with sweet nothings.

There was this blank, emotionless stare from him. As he was questioning himself, he really did wonder what he’d do with you in the long run. The thought of him keeping you mindless for the rest of your days made the blood rush to his cock. Only being mentally capable to muse the thought of him touching, fucking, loving you.

But then he also wanted to take you out for an expensive dinner, vacate at a ski resort, hold you from behind as you cook him a loving homemade meal. Jackson never considered himself a romantic, but different people create a better you. The idea of having a life as one together made his heart flutter.

“No baby girl” he answered eventually.

“When will you stop” you breathed out, a small smile on your lips, a thread of hope. There was a small grin on his lips as his hands gently rubbed your hips.

“When I know you’ll be a good girl for me” Jackson mocked, pulling you completely over his hips to saddle him.

“I am a good girl” you countered, your head felt heavy yet your thoughts light.

“Because you’re drugged up” he laughed softly, his large hand caressing your cheek as your face fell limp on him.

“Touché” you snorted and he patted your cheek a couple of times. Sluggestly, you lifted your head back up, looking at him with innocent eyes. “Please sir, I promise to be good” you assured, but your small smile was all so devilish.

That title always got the blood flowing to his cock. You could already feel his size growing underneath you.

“Really? You cross your heart, hope to die, type of promise?” Jackson razzed, flashing you a toothy grin as his fingers slowly moved closer to your core.

“Yes sir” you promised, batting your eyes towards him.

“Oh baby girl, how can I be so sure?” He toyed, titling his head to you.

The scratches on his face were faint. Whenever he sobered you up, you were quick to get in every shot you could at him. However, you were foolish not to carefully plan out your scheme to escape, or as you preferred to do, attempting to kill him.

“Because I love you cock Jacky” you moaned, his fingers toying with your clit.

Within a blink, Jackson had flipped you onto your back. Holding your throat down against the mattress and huffing, flaring his teeth at you. “What did I tell you?” He snarled, his thumb rubbing over your chin.

“You hate being called Jacky” you choked out, but you were still grinning at him.

“And I thought you wanted to be a good girl” he pouted to you.

“I do” you almost sang, coughing at the restriction to your throat.

“Fix your mistake then” Jackson ordered calmly.

“Because I love your cock, sir” you choked out, emphasizing the correction. With the release of your throat, Jackson sighed.

“That’s a good whore” Jacksont grinned at you, flexing his hips forward. You pouted to him. “My good whore” he corrected himself, dropping his lips onto your neck.

It was pointless, trying to deny the sensation Jackson always brought over your body. It was too much effort to try to hide the pleasure he always bathed you in.

This is where you belonged, underneath him, figuratively and literally.

In small circular motions, his tongue swished over your heated skin, his hands ran slowly up and down your torso, his fingers playfully scratching at your nerves, his stubble tickled you. Your arms gradually enveloped around his back, your fingernails scraping at his skin lightly.

“I’ll always take care of you baby girl. You know that right?” Jackson asked as he pushed his boxers down enough to free his throbbing length.

“Yes, Jackson” you breathed out, laying your head back carelessly.

“Could have gotten you killed, interfering with my business, like a little fucking brat. But I saved you…” Jackson grinned as he lined himself up with your gushing entrance.

“No Jackson” you shook your head, moaning out softly as he gently pushed himself inside of you.

“Who are you lying to?” Jackson snorted as he rested himself completely inside of our canal.

“This isn’t living” you countered, your hands rising up to the back of his neck, your legs raising up to your hips in unison.

Jackson couldn’t help but to laugh as his hips snapped back and forward. His lower lip was stuck in between his teeth as he searched for the perfect pace and speed.

“For someone who is constantly high, you sure as hell are conscious” he remarked, his hands holding onto your sides.

“I was always smarter than you” you murmured, biting onto your lower lip.

Jackson laughed gently as his teeth nipped at your earlobe.

“Yet look at where you are now. Be my good girl, I want to spoil you rotten. Don’t you want those things?” He toyed, his fingers rubbing your sensitive bud.

“Yes Jackson” you answered emotionlessly.

Most of the time it was easier to give him what he wanted, your complete submission. You were always so weak, tired, feeling out of body. The effect his touch had on your body was the biggest punishment. If you weren’t always so high, you’d be heavily humiliated with how badly you craved him. The control he had over your body was frightening, he was your puppeteer, always pulling on your strings despite how desperately you tried to cut yourself free.

“I want to give you the world” he professed as he found the perfect rhythm to fuck you to.

“I want to kill you” you whined out, face twitching as the high stimulation took over full steam ahead.

“No you don’t, you could never do such a thing” he mumbled, his hands pinning yours above your head.

“But I’ve tried” you groaned as he hit your cervix.

“And that’s okay” he assured you, kissing you in a sloppy manner as if to comfort your distressed thoughts. “You’re learning to be my good girl, yeah?” Jackson asked, teasing your bundle of nerves as he kept your pleasure swimming by the edge.

“Yes Jackson” you shamefully admitted, your eyes swelled with tears as his thrusts became more painful.

His mouth fell open into a large smirk at the sight of you crying. It was one of his favorite looks of yours. Over mere seconds, your tears formed into a stream as you sobbed underneath him. The clarity of your predicament washed over you once more.

“Yeah, you’re so fucking pathetic. Acting like a tough, stuck up bitch. But you’re nothing but a little whore for cock, my cock to be precise” he grunted, feeling your walls clench around his throbbing size.

The sounds of your troubled moans always felt like a melody to him. The mixture between your logical and sensual thoughts left you in shame. Jackson kissed you deeply, your mouth was wide open but you refused to kiss him back. The taste of your tears made him growl like a wolf.

“Fuck, your director would be so disappointed in you. Everyone thinks you’re fucking dead. So get the stupid thoughts of breaking free out of that little mind of yours” he sneered, his free hand holding your chin in place as you tried to turn your head to the side.

“Stop talking Jackson” you whimpered, desperately trying to focus on the pleasure and not his taunting words.

“No one is looking for you. I have no tails, nobody cares about me. Only you did, you felt it too from the beginning, just like I did, our connection” he grinned as his balls slapped against your entrance.

“Shut up Jackson” you whined as you felt your climax build.

But Jackson loved watching you cry. It was amusing to watch your emotional strength crash, it was pleasing to look at your humiliation. A wonderful reminder of how reliable you are on him. Jackson loved to pull your strings around, to keep you on your hands and knees as he yanked you across the dirt.

“Bet you wanted me to steal you away from your useless life. Now your biggest stress is wondering how many times you’ll get to squeeze my cock each day” he moaned out, kissing your tears away.

“Shut the fuck up Jackson!” You screamed out as loud as you could, your weak body thrashed under him but it quickly left you exhausted.

“Someone’s getting sober” Jackson pointed out with a grin, holding you down effortlessly. “Might just keep you tied up instead, I like your screams” he winked to you.

“Please stop, please, please” you begged repetitively as he continued to fuck you senselessly.

“Then tell me what I want to hear” he sighed, his hand combing back his damp hair from the sweat that trailed down his forehead.

“N-no” you shook your head, you could feel him twitch rapidly inside of you.

You knew exactly what he wanted you to say. It was the thing you hated doing most. He always wanted you to say it when you were so close to finishing.

“Please” he toyed, playfully begging you as he kept your built orgasm dangling from the edge.

“Come on baby girl, make me feel good” he grunted as he smacked your rear.

There was another weak shake of your head so Jackson held his body still inside of you. Pathetically, just like he always described you as, you whined out at the pressure built in your core. All you wanted to do right now was come undone, feel something good in this torture. But Jackson stared at you sternly, menacingly. His hands pressed down on your hips as you tried to rock yourself around him.

“I-I love you” you admitted, your cheeks beet red.

Instead of fucking you senselessly like you assumed he would. Jackson pulled himself out and jerked himself over you. Quickly, his white ropes of semen sprayed over your sweaty stomach. You panted, looking at the mess he made on you as your distressed expression made him chuckle silently.

“I love you too” he replied blankly.

As you caught your weak breath, Jackson laid his body on top of yours, his fingers touched your sensitive core, gently teasing you. You moaned out, ready to do anything to free yourself of your painful climax.

“But so, drugged or tied?” Jackson cocked an eyebrow to you.

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againstacecilia · 5 months

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Because You Left

Pairing: Poe Dameron x gn!reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Rating: This one's for anybody, but the whole blog is 18+ for sure.

Warnings: Lovers to strangers, fighting, angst, swearing, both of them are probably idiots but *shrug*

A/N: Holy wow it's been a minute! I've had this one in the vault for a while but just never did anything with it. There's a happy ending as well, so I can post that if there's interest, but I'm pushing myself to not tie everything up so nicely and let the tough emotions sit so you get ✨angst✨. We also don't need to talk about how I'm working through some things about an old flame with this one soooo hush. Unbeta'd, no use of y/n.

It’s an unusually quiet night on base, lamplight flickering through the hallways and muffled laughter sneaking under doors as people take advantage of the stillness. Your footsteps echo loudly, an intrusion in the calm as you hurry to your post, breathless by the time you arrive.

“Sorry I’m late,” you begin, not looking at your watch partner, “I couldn’t find-”

“Not like you to be late, Captain,” a familiar voice interrupts.

Your stomach flops as you meet Poe’s gaze. “I… I’m sorry, Commander.” Your words falter, the memory of your last encounter momentarily clouding your mind…

“Find somewhere else to sleep tonight,” Poe says quietly at the door, not looking at you, “I’m busy.”

“Of course you are. Seems like you’ve been busy a lot these days. Busy with everything but finding time for me.”

Poe doesn’t say anything as he turns his back to you, pressing the button to close the door to his quarters. The click of the door sliding into place echoes deep in your bones as you’re left alone in the hallway…

That was months ago. You’d immediately requested a service change to a new squadron and done everything in your power to avoid seeing him again. Night shifts and dangerous recon runs, anything to make sure your paths never crossed again.

“No need to apologize, I won’t tell anyone.” Poe winks at you with a grin. “So, it’s been a while, how have you been?”

Shaking the memory from your mind, you begin preparing for your watch. “Fine. You?”

“I’ve been okay.” He watches you gather your things, eyes trained on your every move.

“Mmm,” you respond non-committedly, shoving a flashlight and spare battery pack for your blaster into your bag before tugging the straps over your shoulders. “Well, I should be off. Being late and all.”

“Actually, we should be off. Your shift buddy called out so I’m his replacement.”

Fantastic. “Commander Dameron on night patrol?”

“Everyone pitches in where they’re needed,” he responds, hoisting his pack.

Six hours on watch with Poe was the last thing you wanted to do, but he was right. Everyone was expected to, and for the most part did, pitch in where they were needed. If this was how you were expected to help the Resistance then you’d grit your teeth and get through it.

“Let’s get going then.” You’re out the door and making your way to the watchtower before he can reprimand you for speaking to your superior like that.

Luckily, the calm seems to be holding and the watchtower is nearly serene in the clear night. Stars twinkle above you in constellations you were still learning and the breeze was a song you never tired of. Lost in the ebb and flow of nature around you, you don’t notice the time pass.

Poe’s voice breaks the silence for the first time in hours. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” you nod, keeping your eyes on the wilderness beyond the base.

“What happened? With us?”

Heat creeps up the back of your neck and the breeze seems to stop at the question. Like the whole base was waiting on bated breath for your response. “We just… Grew apart. That’s all.”

You hear Poe shift in his seat. “No, I don’t think that’s it. Not entirely.”

“What do you want me to say, Poe?” “I want you to look at me and tell me the truth.”

“I told you the truth.” Your clipped response is bitter on your tongue and you keep your body facing away from him. “We grew apart and the war got in the way of everything else.”

“This isn’t just some distance thing, tell me what happened.”

“I have nothing else to say.”

“You’re still not telling me the truth. I know you, why did you suddenly-”

“Because you left!” The words rip out of you and you finally stand, whirling around to face him. “Because you left me, Poe.”

Indignation blazes across his face. “I never left you, not any longer than a mission required of me!”

“That’s not what I mean!” Both your voices are too loud for the quiet watch, but you don’t care. Emotions flare and dance in your veins, demanding to be released. “You stopped giving a damn and then kicked me out of your room and told me you were busy. You stopped fighting for me. For us. You left one day and never really came back.”

The silence seems to echo as your words fade from the lone tower, open to the night sky. “I’d been trying for weeks at that point, Poe, and you kept pushing me away. So I stopped trying because you obviously didn’t want me around!”

“When have I ever said I don’t want you around?” He’s also standing, stepping into your orbit with his hands extended to his sides.

“You didn’t have to say it.” Stomping away from him to the rail of the tower, you lean against the weathered wood, “It was painfully clear.”

He follows you and grips your shoulders, spinning you to face him. “I’ve been out of my damn mind trying to be a leader in all of this. You know what Leia expects of me, you know what’s at stake-”

“Of course I do!” You shake his hands off you and push him away, “But I thought it would be exactly because of those reasons that you’d give a fuck about me. I thought, for a moment, that I was one of those things you were fighting for.”

“You were! You still are, and you always have been!”

“Just stop.” Your voice is trembling with rage and pain; searing white flames lick through the marrow of your bones. “Whether you meant to or not, you made it very clear where your priorities are and I’ve made my peace with the fact that this,” a sweeping gesture to the sleeping base below, “is your priority. Not me. And I shouldn’t be. I mean, hell, what am I compared to the entire Resistance?”

Needing to put any amount of distance between you, you make your way to the other side of the tower and settle into a chair, facing away from Poe. The noise from the breeze and insects comes back into focus as you curl your legs against your chest.

After a moment, Poe’s voice reaches you from across the tower, “Do you know why I told you I was busy that night? Why I told you to go sleep somewhere else?”

You don’t respond, hugging your legs tighter as the anger starts to fizzle into sadness.

“I told you to leave because Leia had informed me that we had just lost an entire squadron to an ambush in the Mid-Rim. I had gotten some intel that there was going to be an unprotected shipment of weapons in the area and that group was sent out to get them. It was a trap, and my bad information got them all killed.” Poe stayed away from you through his explanation, his voice drifting by more quietly with each word. “None of them made it home. Because of me.”

The urge to go to him, to wrap him in your arms and comfort him, nearly overwhelms you for a moment before he continues. “I told you to leave because I didn’t want you, of all people, to see me break. I shattered that night, and when the sun rose and I realized that I’d made a huge mistake, you had already transferred and I didn’t see you again for weeks.”

Silent tears fall from your eyes at his admissions; the truths he laid in front of you. “So I let you go,” he whispers, “because it felt like some sort of karmic justice to lose you for what happened to those fighters.”

You find your voice again and say, “I’m sorry about the mission, I didn’t know… But that doesn’t make any of this better. It doesn’t excuse the fact that you didn’t even try.”

“You haven’t let me try.” His quiet voice begins to turn to ice.

“How was I supposed to know you even wanted to? You knew where my quarters were, you have access to all my orders; you could’ve come talk to me at any time and yet you didn’t.”

Heavy footsteps move away toward the edge of the tower. Without turning, you can picture his face in the starlight: his eyebrows furrowed, lips pursed, muscles in his jaw and neck jumping as he clenches his teeth. “You said I didn’t try. That I made it obvious I didn’t want you around. Well, Captain,” he spits your rank into the night, “you made it pretty clear as well that you didn’t want to be near me. Switching squads and dodging me at every turn.”

“You have no right-” you begin, but Poe cuts you off.

“I have every right!” His yell echoes off the gently rolling hills surrounding the base. “I have every damn right when you throw accusations in my face like this. You wanna talk about someone leaving or giving up? How about we talk about how all it took was one bad night for me for you to completely push me away?”

Rage begins simmering in your gut again, bringing you to your feet and back across the tower. “You never gave me any indication that you were dealing with more than the normal amount of stress. I tried everything I could to ease that stress for you; bringing you food when you were drowning in paperwork in your room, letting you fuck me every night even when you couldn’t look me in the eye, ignoring every red flag just to try and prove to you that I was there through it all. And it was never enough.”

“Well, I guess that’s our answer, then.” Poe keeps his gaze locked with yours, eyes gleaming with fury and sadness.

Your heart shatters. “I… I guess it is.”

“I’ll send someone else up here.” Poe lingers for a heartbeat, fists clenched at his side, before turning and heading down the stairs, leaving you alone.

You stare out over base, watching Poe’s form disappear from view in the night, each step a death knell in your bones. Any future you daydreamed about fades with each passing breath. By the time Poe’s replacement makes it up the tower, the early morning wind has dried your tears and frozen a thick casing of ice around your heart.

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Tarot Card Meanings for Career & Finances

A career question is just like any other query, so you may use any spread you like. I prefer the Celtic Cross, so I can see everything and everyone: the querent, their colleagues and their boss. It all boils down to accurate interpreting. Here are some tried and tested career meanings.

THE MAJOR ARCANA

The Fool – A new career path

The Magician – Living your dream career

The High Priestess – You already know the answer

The Empress – Ultimate financial abundance

The Emperor – Higher-ups favoring you

The Hierophant – Long-term job security

The Lovers – Two career paths to choose from

The Chariot – Progress leading to success

Strength – Hurdles will need to be overcome

The Hermit – Solo proprietorship

The Wheel of Fortune – Major windfall

Justice – Large-scale layoffs

The Hanged Man – Taking a sabbatical

Death – Major career change

Temperance – Breaking even

The Devil – Workaholism

The Tower – Bankruptcy

The Star – Getting a promotion

The Moon – Misunderstanding with superiors

The Sun – Career fulfillment

Judgement – Your true calling

The World – Being admired for your work

THE SUIT OF WANDS

Ace of Wands – Exciting new job

Two of Wands – Strategic thinking

Three of Wands – Everything as scheduled

Four of Wands – Stable job

Five of Wands – Conflict with colleagues

Six of Wands – Successful project

Seven of Wands – Being opposed at work

Eight of Wands – Overlapping deadlines

Nine of Wands – Crisis management

Ten of Wands – Busy period ahead

Page of Wands – Young entrepreneur

Knight of Wands – Athlete; fitness expert

Queen of Wands – Big name in start-ups/sports (female)

King of Wands – Big name in start-ups/sports (male)

THE SUIT OF CUPS

Ace of Cups – New job you love

Two of Cups – Office romance

Three of Cups – Work friends

Four of Cups – Boring job; job you hate

Five of Cups – A death in the workplace

Six of Cups – Going back to a former job

Seven of Cups – Applying at various companies

Eight of Cups – Leaving a job willingly

Nine of Cups – Receiving praise at work

Ten of Cups – Work that makes your family proud

Page of Cups – Young writer

Knight of Cups – Actor; director

Queen of Cups – Big name in the film/creative industry (female)

King of Cups – Big name in the film/creative industry (male)

THE SUIT OF SWORDS

Ace of Swords – A new job that is meant for you

Two of Swords – Having two offers to choose from

Three of Swords – Receiving harsh criticism at work

Four of Swords – Working from home/flexible hours

Five of Swords – Rivalry at work

Six of Swords – Business trip

Seven of Swords – Corporate theft

Eight of Swords – Working out of necessity

Nine of Swords – Stressful job

Ten of Swords – Toxic workplace

Page of Swords – Rumors at work

Knight of Swords – Violence/abuse at work

Queen of Swords – Ruthless boss (female)

King of Swords – Ruthless boss (male)

THE SUIT OF PENTACLES

Ace of Pentacles – New job that pays well

Two of Pentacles – Work-life balance

Three of Pentacles – Teamwork

Four of Pentacles – Subpar pay; downsizing

Five of Pentacles – Getting fired/laid off

Six of Pentacles – Unexpected bonus

Seven of Pentacles – Long-term investments/results

Eight of Pentacles – Passion for work

Nine of Pentacles – Self-made man/woman

Ten of Pentacles – Lasting wealth

Page of Pentacles – Intern; entry-level employee

Knight of Pentacles – Honest hard worker

Queen of Pentacles – Generous boss (female)

King of Pentacles – Generous boss (male)

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StarkerFestival's Extended AUpril!!

Hello everyone! Thank you to all the participants that joined us for our Valentine's Day exchange! We still have a few posts we're waiting on to close the event and once we have everything collected, we'll have a master post for the gifts.

Meanwhile– Us mods are extremely excited to announce our newest event! We are calling it Extended AUpril, and I believe we may have done something similar in the past.

For AUpril, we have made 2 community 4x4 bingos. The bingos will last all three months, and are light and dark themed. (Note: The prompts are themed this way. You do not have to do angst for dark prompts and fluff for light prompts. Feel free to be as creative as you want!)

Duration: This event will start today and last until the end of May.

Reminder: There is no obligation for these community bingos. Do them all, do exactly one prompt--it's completely up to you! Just make sure to tag properly.

Other Events:

March - There will be a list of 7 prompts dedicated to Omegaverse week (info post will be tomorrow). While it is a 'week,' this event will last the entire month of March.

Edit: This event is now live Here!

May - Mer-May week to be posted in May! Again, although it is a week's worth of themed prompts, it will last the entire month of May.

Below the cut are the written versions of the prompts.

Extra rules:

In order to get it reblogged, please @ us here, and feel free to use these hashtags! #StarkerFestivalsEvents , #SFAUpril24.

Crossovers are allowed and welcome for all prompts! Some of the prompts themselves are cross over prompts, please feel free to do so!

Edit: 1 prompt per content created. Multichapter fics can claim 1 prompt/chapter. Ex: One shot and moodboard = may claim up to 2 prompts)

You only have to complete one card to get a 'bingo.' We only separated the light and dark prompts for people who prefer to avoid angst! A bingo is four in a row for this event, meaning horizontal, vertical, or diagonal.

Tag every trigger appropriately, as always.

Have fun with it! This is to encourage AUs, not any specific prompts. Feel free to take it in any direction you want to.

Happy AUpril everyone!

Light Bingo AUs:

Royal

No Powers/Modern

Coffee shop

Education (Teacher, High School, College, etc.)

Celebrity (Actor, Singer, Streamer, etc.)

Artist/Author

Fix-it

Librarian

Star Wars

Magic (HP, Realism, Fantasy etc.)

Aged Up/Down

Angel/Demon

Lesbian Starker

Decorator

Soulmates

Cottage/Countryside

Dark Bingo AUs:

War/Military

YA Distopia (Hunger Games, Divergent, etc.)

Criminal

Superior Iron Man

Supernatural (Ghost, Vamp, Alien, Were, etc.)

Firefighter

Game of Thrones

Detective

Apocalypse

Break Up/Make Up

Blood

Lovers to Enemies

Stockholm Syndrome/Kidnapping

Historical

Hospital (Staff, Setting, Sick, Diagnosis, CI, etc.)

Mafia

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Oceans of Time

Vampire!Cardinal Copia x Female Reader

Author's note: This story was inspired by the amazing fic At The Mercy of Time(And Fragmented Memories of you) by @piaart. If you haven't read it yet, I highly recommend doing so! Additionally, this is the first fic that I am publishing on my blog, so it may have some flaws. English is not my first language, so if you notice any mistakes, please don't hesitate to point them out to me.

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Summary: Copia and you love each other deeply, unconditionally. But cruel Fate decides to pull you apart from his grasp again and again. The story of two star-crossed lovers always reaching out to each other through the endless ocean of time. (≈6300 words)

Tags: Angst, so much angst, I put our poor Cardinal through hell, but I swear there is a happy ending (kind of), catholicism, Copia is originally a Catholic Cardinal, death, grief, loss of faith, implied smut, some depiction of graphic violence, vampirism, blood-drinking, some bits of unhinged and feral Copia, revenge, romance, some fluff, mostly Copia's POV, Shamelessly inspired by 1992 Dracula (the title ofc, a dialogue and a few elements in the story)

Vatican City, Italy, August 1677

“You cannot do such a thing.”

The Camerlengo looked up at the Cardinal with a stern expression. His bushy eyebrows were so furrowed that they almost hid his dark eyes. The corners of his thin lips were turned up in a sneer of disgust and anger. The man had the appearance of a hawk, with his long, pointed nose and vicious, sharp gaze.

“Well, of course, I can, Cardinal. Not only can I do it, but I must." growled the Camerlengo.

Copia felt a shiver run down his spine and looked down again at his hands clasped in his lap. Shame. Anger. Fear. Worry. All these insidious feelings swirled in his mind as in a demonic waltz. But at that moment, all his thoughts were focused on you...

Oh dolcezza… Forgive me.

“You have broken your vows, Cardinal, " continued the camerlengo in a chilling tone, "Consider yourself lucky that I am not asking His Holiness to dismiss you immediately. Despite your lamentable mistake, you are still a good asset to our Church. Besides, the family of your... lover has urged us not to cause a scandal. Let's hope that this mission will help you think straight again. May God guide you back to the right path.”

Copia shot his head back towards his superior. His throat was knotted, and his heart seemed to hiccup in his chest as if it was shaking with sobs.

No. No...

They couldn't...

They had no right to keep you apart like that!

The Cardinal's hands tightened violently on his knees. He wished it was not his kneecaps he was squeezing between his fingers, but the neck of that old disgusting vulture. But he repressed these violent urges as well as he could. Without a word, Copia rose from his chair. Like an automaton, he bowed his head and walked towards the door.

Italy, Rome, August 1677

You looked out of your bedroom window, your hand resting against the cold glass. Mother had carefully locked the door to your balcony... she was probably afraid you would run away or jump to embrace the pavement two floors below.

Rome had never looked so foul and so fair, bathed in the glorious light of the evening. The sun cast its golden rays on the facades of the buildings bearing their bold fronts. Everything here was pompous, grandiose. Everything was too much. There was no questioning the beauty and majesty of the city... but how you hated it at that very moment. In your eyes, it was the monster of stone, marble and cobblestone that held the man you loved in its horrible clawed hands. It symbolized everything that was keeping you apart. You could have run away together… But where to go? Your family would not let you run away… never.

Oh, if he had not been a Cardinal...

The foolishness of your inner reflection struck you at once. If he had not been Cardinal... his beautiful green eyes would never have met yours in the first place. Your beautiful, sweet Cardinal Copia. Why did you have to be discovered? Why had Father decided to cancel his meeting and return home so soon? Why did he have to catch you and the man he had hired to be your preceptor in a passionate embrace?

"It was bound to happen one day, amore..." whispered your Cardinal when he had come to visit you after the incident under cover of darkness. You had been able to escape the confinement of your room with the complicity of one of your maids.

"And now, Copia? What are we going to do now?" you had asked, your eyes brimming with tears. Your forehead rested gently against that of your lover. His gloved hands rested on your face, his thumbs drawing delicate circles on your skin.

"I don't know, my love. I don't know. But I want you to know one thing: Nothing can keep me away from you. Not even the Almighty, not even Satan below... I will always come back to you."

You had not been able to find the words... they were stuck in your throat. You had kissed your lover fervently, pouring all the love you felt for him into that kiss. The streets were quiet around you, there was only the distant shouting of drunkards mingled with the ringing of the church bells. But you could almost hear the wild beating of your broken heart.

Always. Always.

Your time had almost run out. You had untied your favourite silk scarf off your neck and slipped it into his hands. You had carefully infused the scarf with your perfume. Copia had studied your gift with his wide bright eyes. There was a consuming devotion in his eyes as if he were holding Christ's shroud in his hands.

Your Cardinal had kissed your forehead one last time. In the darkness of the street where your secret meeting took place, you could have sworn you saw tears in his eyes. He had not said anything after that. Maybe the words were stuck in his throat too. Maybe he was afraid he could not say goodbye anymore if he had said something more.

Copia had taken a few steps back… and almost as quickly as he had arrived, Copia turned on his heels and let himself be swallowed up by the darkness of the streets.

When you heard the stairs creak at the end of the corridor, you snapped out of your thoughts... It was them. You saw them arrive in the courtyard of your house in their austere carriage. You were not surprised. You were fully aware that, regardless of being the daughter of a powerful family, there remained only one destination to seek solace following such disgrace.

September 1677, somewhere off the coast of Italy...

Copia watched the coast disappear in the distance. The sea was calm this morning. But the gentle sound of the waves did not soothe him at all. Copia was well aware of what they must have done to you... and if he had not been so devastated he would have laughed at the irony of the situation. You, who had committed a sacrilege with a member of the clergy, were now compelled to join their ranks for the rest of your life.

He hated every moment he spent away from you and your arms. He hated every breath he took without feeling your skin against his. He hated the people who took him away from you.

Oh, how he missed you...

How he missed your touch, how he missed burying his face into your hair, how he missed the sound of your voice. He felt like a part of him was missing, he felt like they tore a whole limb from him, he felt like they pulled his heart off his chest.

Copia hated the boat that carried him away from the Italian coast. Away from you.

Copia hated the red cassock he wore, it looked like it weighed thousands of pounds. The cross he wore around his neck felt like the chains of a slave

Copia hated the Church.

Copia hated the God that separated him from the love of his life.

But in this whirlwind of hatred and resentment, Copia did not forget the promise he had made. He held the scarf up to his face to breathe in your perfect scent; it was his greatest treasure. Then he held it to his heart...

I'll be back, amore...

Italy, from Genoa to Rome, 16 February 1681

His heart was pounding in his ribcage. It was beating faster and faster as the city of Genoa loomed on the horizon. All those years away from you had been torture. Those years spent in that alien land had been particularly trying for Copia. He had never been able to get used to India and to his mission there. How could he have preached the word of God when he no longer believed in it?

The Camerlengo had been wrong about everything. This mission had not put him back on the right track. On the contrary, all that time spent away from you had only increased his longing for you, his burning desire to be close to you.

All the thoughts that should have been for the Lord were for you. And, God, some of them were anything but righteous. He had not forgotten you, of course. The Cardinal had thought of you every minute of every day. How could he have forgotten your smile? The softness of your hair? The opal of your eyes? The melody of your voice?

He had held your precious scarf to his face every night, breathing in your scent. Sometimes, as his mind lingered on you, he had let his hands roam over his own body. And he had felt no shame for it. Eventually, the scent of you on the scarf began to fade. It broke his heart when he noticed it. But the token was still something that had belonged to you. It had been wrapped around your neck. It had touched the skin of this part of your cherished body, a place where he liked to kiss you... and in the Cardinal’s love-struck mind, it was more than enough.

The Cardinal now had only one thing to look forward to: seeing you again, holding you in his arms and never letting go again.

It hadn't been very difficult to find out which convent your dear parents had sent you to. They were zealous and wealthy Catholics who were graciously giving money to the abbeys and convents of Rome. Especially that one.

He hoped that his authority as Cardinal would give him the right to see you, for even five minutes. His heart had not calmed down since he had got off the boat in Genoa.

Upon returning to Rome, his heart continued to beat furiously in his chest. He did not care to go to Vatican City to announce his return first. The urge to see you was too strong. Standing before the convent gates where you had spent the past four years did little to alleviate his condition. It felt as though his heart longed to escape its confines.

As he had hoped, his red cassock had a great effect on the Mother Superior. She didn't seem suspicious when Copia told her his name. She seemed too focused on this habit to remember that it was the name of the Cardinal at the heart of a scandal within the Church a few years earlier. Even if the scandal did not blow in the eyes of the world, surely she would know about it. There were whispers, even amongst the clergy. But when he mentioned your name and asked to see you, the old woman's eyes darkened

The Cardinal's eyes were still dry when he placed his gloved hand on the tombstone engraved with your name. But he felt as if his whole being was shaking. He felt as if everything he was had been torn to shreds.

He had not been there.

He knelt down on the grass. The cold winter wind was biting at his skin but he did not care. He removed his gloves. His fingers delicately traced the outline of your name in the stone, but they tensed when they reached the dates engraved underneath. Your life was so short... You were too young. Far too young. And good. Far too good. Your family did not even retrieve your body. You were buried in the graveyard of the convent.

He had not been there.

Copia felt an awful pain searing behind his eyes as scorching tears attempted to break through his tightly closed eyelids. It seemed like the rapid beating of his heart, once intense on the boat's deck, had ceased entirely the instant the Mother Superior uttered the words.

Illness. Death.

He could not remember exactly what the old woman had said after "She is gone, Cardinal." He just remembered the feeling of a hot knife through his heart, followed by a dreadful sense of hollowness.

He pulled your scarf out of his pocket and brought it to his face. He knew that he never would be able to breathe in your scent anymore… and it killed him inside.

He had not been there. Copia leaned his forehead on the cold stone as he used to do with you. The realization that you were gone was slowly settling in. It was clawing at what remained of his heart, it was tearing his wretched soul apart.

You were gone and he had not been there for you.

Did you think about him when you realized what was happening to you?

When you had become too weak to do anything but lay in bed, did you hope for him to come back before it was too late? He promised after all…

Did you call out for him when the cold hands of Death seized you?

Still leaning on your tombstone, the Cardinal began to weep. The howling of the wind blended with the sound of his sobs. After a while, Copia stopped crying. He felt like he had no tears left to cry. His sadness had faded. Now he felt a burning anger. A hot anger blazing like the fiery pit of hell. It was their fault.

Those who sent him away. Those who sent you in this wretched place. It was His fault!

The God who had torn you away from his embrace. The God who was doing nothing but taking.

With an almost animalist cry, Copia tore the cross pendant from his neck and threw it away with force. At once, the wind gave a sharp howl, blowing its cold breath in Copia’s face.

“Damn you” the Cardinal snarled, looking up at the sky. “I will avenge her. And not even you will be able to stop me. You will see. You will see”

With that he turned away, not sparing a glance at your tombstone.

The night had thrown its dark cloak upon Rome and the convent. Copia had left earlier without a word, storming out of the convent like a gust of wind. But his madness and desperation led him back there. He had removed his cassock to climb the closed gates of the convent but he had carefully put your scarf into the pocket of his trousers. He had almost impaled himself on the pickets of the fence. But that did not stop him.

The Cardinal was now standing in front of the small chapel, his chest was bare, exposed to the vicious assault of the chilling wind that was howling louder than ever. His chestnut hair was dishevelled. He looked like a madman. Maybe he was a madman. He tried to open the door of the chapel but it was locked. With a growl of rage and frustration, Copia slammed his fists against the wooden door.

Damn it.

The garden that surrounded the chapel and the abbay was plunged into darkness. But the full moon was casting a pale glow, it was enough for Copia to see around. He squinted his eyes. In the dim light cast by the moon above, he saw an axe stuck in a log of wood. The winter was cold, the nuns surely needed some wood to light their fireplace. Copia blessed the cold of winter and the nun who carelessly left this axe here. The Cardinal pulled out the axe of the log and then walked back to the chapel. Without a second thought, he lifted the sharp object in the air and struck the old wooden door with force. He struck again.

Again.

He was breathing heavily. His mind was blank. It was his purpose. It was his design.

He did not care if the sound of the blade hitting the door might awaken the whole convent. Eventually, the door gave in under the Cardinal’s assault. Copia pushed the door roughly and entered the quiet chapel. He walked to the altar, still holding the sharp axe in his hand.

"What are you going to do now?!" Copia shouted in the silence of the chapel. "I told you that I would avenge her! You took her away from me. What do you have to say for yourself?"

His shaky voice echoed in the empty chapel, but there was no answer, no sign. The silence was deafening.

"Well, of course," Copia huffed.

His eyes were wide, his pupils fully blown, as an insane grin curled his lips. Hysterical laughter escaped his mouth.

"You know what, Lord?" he hissed. "I renounce you. You took away my chance to be with her... I know someone who will give me the power to avenge her."

With that, he plunged the axe into the large cross that hovered over the altar. The force of his own strength surprised him as the axe sank into the stone. Suddenly, a crack appeared, and the stone split open. A tiny carmine stream escaped the crack, swiftly rushing down the cross, growing larger and larger by seconds until it transformed into a monstrous red cascade.

The Cardinal instinctively took a step back, yet curiously, he felt no fear. His insane grin spread wider across his face as a strong metallic scent filled his nostrils. Darkness enveloped him like a cloak, and he closed his eyes for a moment. Finally, someone answered his call.

When he opened his eyes again, he witnessed the stream of blood pouring onto the marble floor of the chapel, a sight that ignited an intense sense of thirst as if he had not drunk in ages. He licked his lips. In that instant, the carmine liquid appeared to him like the finest wine. Without hesitation, Copia lunged forward, consumed by greed, and drank voraciously.

Rome, May 1677

You erupted into laughter as your lover pressed himself against you, peppering your neck with a multitude of feather-light kisses. His moustache playfully tickled your skin, sending delightful shivers down your spine. He gently pushed you on the bed.

"Copia!" you exclaimed, unable to contain your laughter, as you wriggled beneath him. "Stop, you are tickling me!"

The Cardinal hummed on your skin, pressing you further on the bed as a low laughter rumbled in his chest. “What if that is my purpose, amore?” he purred in your ear as he planted more kisses on your neck. His teeth were gently nibbling at your delicate skin. His voice was husky and filled with desire. “I love to make you squirm”

Your laughter dissolved into soft moans as Copia tugged the hum of your low cut to press open-mouthed kisses on your collarbone. He was not playing innocently anymore, his playful innocence had subsided with a burning desire for you. His warm lips seemed to leave your skin burning and aching for more. The Cardinal pressed his body up against yours, making you gasp.

“Oh amore, you smell so good, your skin is so soft… you feel so good” he whispered as he kissed your neck and your collaborate with increasing fervor You blushed profusely, running your hands across his back. If this was so wrong, why did he feel so right? "Copia," you murmured, worry piercing in your voice, "My maid is in the next room... what if she hears us?"

Undeterred by your concerns, the Cardinal continued his delightful ministrations, his touch growing bolder as he gently lifted your dress, causing your blush to deepen.

"She will not hear us, amore... she never hears us," he murmured against your skin, his voice was carrying a playful smile. "She thinks I am a righteous Cardinal who teaches you about Roman theatre. How boring…"

You chuckled softly, throwing your head back into the pillow to let your lover devour your skin. But the worry did not leave your mind

“But…” Copia's finger gently pressed against your lips, silencing your words

“Hush, Tesoro… I need you now. Let me love you… please” he pleaded, his gorgeous green eyes filled with longing.

As you looked into your lover’s beautiful eyes, you found that you could not resist him and his warm embrace. You wanted this. As much as him.

But you both knew that the hardest thing to do now was to keep quiet amidst the intensity of your embrace.

Vatican City, later in the night, 16 February 1681

Copia plunged his hands into the fountain, meticulously cleaning the blood from his face and skin. His hunger was appeased. A chilling calmness was surrounding him. Your father's life had been swiftly taken and Copia could still taste his bitter blood on his tongue. The man had consistently treated you poorly, he would yell at you, he would belittle you, and he did not care about your happiness. He had banished you to that wretched convent without remorse. He was one of the people responsible for your cruel separation and he deserved his fate. Copia was certain of it. The pathetic man had begged for his life, but Copia swiftly reduced him to silence when he snatched his throat with his teeth.

The Cardinal gazed at his own reflection in the tranquil water of the fountain, his eyes fixed on the image staring back at him. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat as he noticed a profound change. His once vibrant green left eye had transformed, now displaying a chilling white hue. Copia stood there in shock for a moment… then a wide smile spread across his face.

He really did answer my call, he mused, I don’t know what I am anymore… but I know I have the power to avenge my darling.

He mused that his new gaze would look so much better with some black paint around his eye. Once he was sure that his hands were clean from the dirty blood of your father, he retrieved the silk scarf from his pocket. He held it to his face; savouring the lingering traces of your sweet fragrance. He found that he could smell those last remnants better than before.

“Do not worry, amore,” he whispered, “I will exact vengeance upon them all, and then I shall uncover a way to reunite us once more.”

With that, he put the cherished scarf back in his pocket and headed toward the clergy’s quarters. He had a Camerlengo to rip apart

Time passed slowly, the seasons changed, and the world kept turning and wavering faster.

But Copia remained.

Copia had found all the people responsible for your separation and he destroyed them all. But once he was done, what more could he do? He was now a creature of the night and he could not go back to who he was before. Copia harboured no desire to do so. He embraced his new existence and the power bestowed upon him by the Dark Lord. He stood there, a timeless observer. He would watch the people around him bloom and wither in the blink of his white eye and then fall into the pit of oblivion.

But Copia remained.

And he would not let you fall into oblivion. The world may have moved on, and Rome may have forgotten but Copia embarked this endless journey through the vast ocean of time, carrying the flame of his love for you. He would not let a day pass without mourning you. Each night under cover of darkness, he would visit you. He would lay flowers in your tomb. He would kneel beside your resting place, whispering words of love and devotion, hoping you would somehow hear them.

You were gone.

But Copia remained.

He remained in his loneliness, in his longing for you. The price to pay for being able to avenge you was high: He had to navigate without you.

Copia remained.

Despair would gnaw at Copia's soul as he grappled with the cruel realization that the memory of your voice was slipping away from him.

Copia remained.

But he did not forget his promise. He knew you were there. Somewhere.

He would sail until he finds you.

Rome, a Garden in the Sun, April 1677

“Amore, you do really have a gift, you know that?” You smiled, feeling your lover's arms envelop you as he rested his chin on your shoulder. The soft fabric of your silk scarf gently caressed his skin. Your hand moved with precision, delicately tracing lines on the paper.

“Hush” you urged, your voice barely above a whisper “You will scare it away…” You gestured toward the small sparrow perched on a nearby branch, its cheerful chirping filling the air. Copia kissed the top of your head. The garden of your parent’s house embraced you both with its serene beauty. You were well hidden behind a massive oak. The gentle ray of sunshine caressed his skin. The scent of the blooming flowers filled his nostrils. The air was filled with the sound of chirping birds and the soft rustling sound of leaves in the breeze

He was supposed to teach you latin right now… but the weather was so beautiful and you wanted to draw. You had pleaded him to let you go outside. How could he say no to you?

“My little artist, so perfect” he hummed contently as he held you in his arms.

In an instant, the sparrow spread his wings and flew away, startled by the snap of a branch. Disappointment washed over you, and you let out a sigh as you set your pencil down on the sketchbook.

“Oh cara…” Copia leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. At that moment, he made a silent promise to himself. One day, you would both fly away like the little sparrow. He would whisk you away to a breathtaking place, a sanctuary filled with thousands and thousands of beautiful birds, where you could freely admire their splendour to your heart's content.

London, England, October 1808

Copia's existence was lonely, an enduring consequence of his immortality. He had to live alone. He did not want anyone besides, anyone but you. Copia had left Rome for a while now, reluctantly leaving your tomb behind him. He would go from city to city, from country to country, hoping that he would find a sign of you.

But he had been searching for so long now and the former Cardinal started to feel hope falter within his heart. Could he ever find you again? Were you really out there? Maybe his twisted mind had been deluded. You were dead and gone. How could he ever be able to find you again? He held his hand to the pocket of his black cloak, the place where he kept your silk scarf close to his heart… time had damaged it and your scent had surely faded away now but he kept it nonetheless.

Copia wandered in Spitalfields. It was late at night. The moon was throwing its pale light on the grey cobblestone of the street. The sound of silence filled the air only disturbed by the echoes of his heels on the pavements. The market which was usually overcrowded looked eerie at night. But none of those things aroused fear in Copia’s heart. Copia was hungry.

Was there anyone foolish enough to go out at night in such a wretched place? Copia hoped so. But as he looked around, he saw nothing but cats and some rats. The immortal being wrinkled his nose… he had eaten rats a few times before to alleviate his unbearable hunger. But tonight, he did not want to feed on some rodents. He wanted fresh blood. He wanted to feel the thrill of sinking his teeth in someone’s neck. He had become this kind of monster after all... And he had done that many times before. Suddenly, Copia stopped.

There she was. His prey.

The woman was sitting on the edge of a small wall before an old statue, her hair was hiding her face. She was focused on something, blissfully unaware of the threat that was hanging over her. What was she doing out in this place at night anyway? This girl was undoubtedly looking to get herself killed! Copia licked his lips, his hunger growing. He could already taste her sweet blood on his tongue. He would...

Suddenly, the woman turned her head toward him. She gasped upon seeing him, her sketchbook dropping to the floor. In that instant, Copia's cold heart skipped a beat.

It could not be...

This woman wore your face!

Her eyes, her hair, the outline of her lips, the colour of her skin... She was your spitting image. His eyes snapped to the sketchbook on the ground. When it fell, it had opened on the page of a drawing… a sparrow. Copia felt his heart sink into his chest. His eyes widened, and his face turned paler than ever. He took a step back as the woman jumped off the wall

"I have a knife!" the woman shouted. "I won't hesitate to cut you open if you try something!"

Copia's heart sank even further and his hunger disappeared all at once. The woman had your voice, he was certain of it. Even if he could not remember the melody of yours a moment before, he felt it was unmistakable; she was you. He had finally found you.

“I will not hurt you, bella,” Copia said eventually.

He took a step further, knowing that the darkness still concealed him from you. You pulled out a knife from your cleavage and pointed it towards him. A low chuckle escaped Copia’s lips, to his dismay, it sounded sinister. He found that he had forgotten how to laugh gleefully. But he did not let this dreadful realization hit him too hard. He had found you again.

“Oh cara… You don’t know how long I have searched for you” In the dim moonlight, he saw you frown. A hint of confusion and terror flashed in your bright eyes.

“What…?”

Copia stood just a couple of meters away from you. Now, you could see his face.

Please remember me.

The vampire closed the distance between the two of you. You were obviously scared, trapped by the wall behind you. Frozen like a deer in headlights, you couldn't move. He knew he probably looked scary with his dissimilar eyes and the black paint around them. But slowly, and with careful movements, Copia raised his hands to your beautiful face. He was shaking with emotion, his mismatched eyes filled with love and devotion. Please remember me.

"Please do not be scared, amore," he whispered, his voice soft like the murmur of a summer breeze.

You were still holding the knife toward him, but you never struck him. He could see that fear was gripping you, yet did not do anything to stop him from touching you. Eventually, his hands grazed your face as he cupped your cheeks tenderly. It felt like an electric shock, surpassing anything he had ever dreamed of; it was pure bliss. You were here, and he was touching you. The knife slipped from your trembling hand.

Please remember me.

He could see that you were closing your eyes tightly, bracing yourself for the worst, but instead of something harmful, you only felt his gentle touch.

Please remember me.

“I have crossed oceans of time to find you” he murmured, drawing soft circles on your skin Time seemed to stop as you opened your beautiful eyes to look at him. But when he eagerly plunged his gaze into yours, the sharp knife of sorrow pierced through Copia’s heart. You did not remember.

Your eyes were filled with confusion and intense fear. Suddenly, you shoved him away and ran. Almost sounding like a wounded animal, he called your name desperately—or the name that was your many years ago. But you did not stop. You did not turn around. You ran. And let yourself be swallowed up by the darkness of the streets.

Copia stood there for a long, stunned. He felt like his cold heart was bleeding out in his chest. With a shaky breath, he leaned to retrieve the sketchbook and the knife you had left behind in his shaking hands. They would join your silk scarf on his aching heart.

The next time Copia saw you, you were living another life, another life that he could have shared with you. Once again, he tried to reach you, only to be met with confusion and fear. His heart broke each time he tried until eventually the pieces of his heart could not be split any further.

It happened again many times after. He met you again. And again. It seemed as though the universe was trying to make up for all the years you had spent away from his eyes. However, it remained consistent in its cruelty. He would encounter you in all your lifetimes..

After a while, he decided to stop trying to get to you, to explain to you that you were his soulmate. Once he discovered you, he would simply watch you from afar most of the time. Every time you drew your last breath, he would embark on another search for you. He would watch you navigate through your lives, sometimes with a darling by your side.

How he wished he could be them...

The jealousy was hard to endure. Sometimes, he would even think of ripping these people apart out of bitter envy. But how could he blame them? You were so wonderful. And, in the end, Copia wanted you to be happy.

But as time flowed, and as he met and fell in love with you repeatedly, a cruel pattern emerged. Each time he discovered you more swiftly than before, fate seemed determined to tear you away from him just as quickly.

In this lifetime, you were a valiant nurse leaving to care for soldiers during the war. He saw you for a short moment on the platform of a train station before you climbed onto the train that would lead you to your ruin. In another, you were an ill girl of the night whom he managed to hold in his arms for one blissful night.

Every time, you were snatched away by Death with increasing haste. And always, you were robbed of your youth. The universe seemed eager to pluck you at the height of your bloom, as if unwilling to witness the slow decay of the magnificent flower you were.

But that meant you never knew a peaceful death.

That one time he attempted to spare himself the agony of finding you only to lose you again, you crossed his path unexpectedly.

The oceans of time were moody and tumultuous. You could never travel on the same boat. Each time he reached out for you, to grab you in his arms and never let go, the storm would snatch you away from him. Whatever he was trying to do, his heart ached. But he found that the pain was more intense when he could not see you...

So he would keep looking for you. Again. And again.

He would find you.

He would lose you. Again. And again.

Italy, Rome, March 1676

"Father, is this necessary?" you asked, your voice filled with uncertainty.

Your father glared at you from across the room, his disapproving gaze piercing through your soul.

"Yes, it is," he hissed, his tone sending shivers down your spine. "You need a prestigious education. You are my daughter. I won't allow you to be a disgrace or a disappointment. Is that understood?"

You remained silent, you knew he did not really expect an answer. You were well aware of your father's harsh and bitter nature. He had always resented you, perhaps because you were a girl instead of the precious son he had desired. But you were his daughter nonetheless, he had to keep up appearances. You knew he would not tolerate anything that could bring shame upon the family.

Turning away, you looked out the window of the opulent living room, yearning to be in the garden, drawing and savouring the melodies of the birds as they welcomed the arrival of spring.

A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts.

You didn't turn around. You heard your father stride towards the door and open it.

"Ah, Your Eminence... it is such a pleasure to meet you," your father greeted with feigned politeness.

"Well, the pleasure is all mine, Signore," responded an unfamiliar voice, smooth and melodious.

A shiver ran down your spine upon hearing it. The voice was as sweet as honey, soothing and enchanting. You dared not turn around. Your father called your name, his tone a bit harsh. Slowly, you pivoted to face the man who had just entered the room. Your eyes met his captivating green gaze, and for a moment, it felt as if time had frozen around you. This man was undeniably handsome. When your father mentioned a Cardinal, you had envisioned an elderly and wrinkled figure. However, this Cardinal appeared quite young and attractive.

Donned in a red cassock, a wooden cross hanging from his neck, he possessed sharp features, with a slightly pointed nose. A small mustache graced his upper lip, while sideburns descended along his cheeks. His chestnut hair peeked from beneath the crimson biretta atop his head.

"H-Hello, Signorina," the Cardinal stammered after what felt like an eternity of gazing into each other's eyes. "It's... truly a pleasure to meet you."

A smile formed on your lips. In the end, you were grateful for your father's insistence on teaching you Latin.

Los Angeles, United States, after years of wandering in the dark…

Copia had finally started another life. Some people had reached out to him, knowing what he was, and they did not mind at all. On the contrary, he became a symbol of their faith. Their Dark Lord had heard his prayers and blessed him with the power of darkness. His immortality and power symbolized the almightiness of Satan. He no longer had to hunt for blood; they provided it for him. Copia had regained the title of Cardinal, offering a slight distraction from his pain.

Years had passed since he last encountered you in one of your many lifetimes. It seemed like the universe had finally ceased its torture, and now Copia sailed on calmer waters. But he had to endure the pain of your absence again. Yet, Copia could not help but wonder why he suddenly stopped meeting you. Was the universe preparing something? What other vicious tricks did it have in store for him?

He tried to dismiss these thoughts and focus on the tasks ahead. But for now, he wanted to make the most of his peaceful afternoon stroll in the garden. Its serene beauty and the sweet smell of the flowers gently enveloped him. The gentle ray of sunshine caressed his skin, and the birds were chirping...

"Um, hello? Cardinal?"

The voice behind him startled him for two reasons—the suddenness of the person's appearance and the oh-so-familiar melody of the voice.

Cara mia...

Copia slowly turned around.

There you stood before him, radiating beauty and sweetness. Your face, your hair, your eyes, the colour of your skin and the beautiful outline of your lips. You smiled at him and his heart skipped a beat. His eyes wandered to the silk scarf you wore around your delicate neck. It looked like the one he had no stop wearing against his heart all these years.

Of all the encounters he had with you, it was the first time you approached him on your own accord, the first time you reached out to him. A glimmer of hope shone bright in his mind. Warmth settled in his heart as he smiled back at you.

Maybe it was finally time. Maybe his journey through the oceans of time had finally come to an end. Perhaps he could finally set foot ashore.

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fools of love I

READ PART TWO HERE !

summary : being jealous of the stars in your eyes whenever you smiled because he knew they were caused by anyone but him or so he thought.

genre : fluff, slight angst, humour (??)

pairing : cho guesung x gn!reader, idiots to lovers.

warnings : misunderstandings, slight hurt, jealousy,whipped asf idiots, best friend/platonic soulmate kangin, guesung is dumb (&hot) but reader is dumber, cursing, not entirely proofread.

author's note : does the summary make sense?? idk y'all let me know? atp I am thinking of this man 25/8 but really i just had to put this idea out of my pending wips. hope you liked it and be sure to read the little note at the end :)

word count : 3.6k

"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"

Your hand held out a makeshift rock as a smug grin was making its way into your face because you knew rock was always the superior.

Or so you thought.

Grinning, your eyes quickly shifted to the other hand that held out the complete opposite of yours, and the smile on your face was immediately slapped off as you groaned out loudly.

"HA! I WIN!"

Kangin proudly exclaimed while your eyes narrowed at him in annoyance as he snatched the bag of cheap yet fulfilling snacks of your other hand.

Scoffing and muttering cusses at the 5"8 man, you retorted

"B-BUT THIS IS cheating!"

You told as you crossed your arms and slightly jutted out your bottom lip forming a small pout as you chose an alternative route of rather using the emotional bargain method, one that always worked from your end as no one was able to resist your sorrow glint eyes. Fake sorrow.

Cute. He thought but then again it wasn't just anybody in front of you, no.

This was Lee Kangin , your very best friend from your childhood. You being born in Incheon and also being a fan of football since a young age even to the extent of you also being able to have a talent in playing the game, it was as if the stars were lined for the both of you to become practically soulmates.

Though you both always laughed at the way you became friends because him accidentally knocking you out cold one day when practicing for football and you woke up wanting to actually murder the person who caused you to be on bed rest for a few days meaning no football as well meant as though someone had actually just murdered you. (tiny flashback ahead)

But despite the rough first impression the boy made, he'd come in the same day later after you gained your consciousness to apologize with a bouquet of beautifully assorted flowers and a handful of snacks, which to his credit, was suggested by his mother.

It wasn't like he didn't feel sorry, he was sorry, guilty in fact but what could the poor 9 year old do other than bring his sincerest apologies to you.

And when he did, you couldn't help but instantly want to forgive him as you saw the solemn look on his face with the guilt practically being overwhelming in his eyes, heck you think you may have even spotted tears, as he took in the bandage wrapped around your little head.

To his utmost surprise, you chuckled as his head was down and he looked up to see you with a small grin on your face

"I guess I could forgive you."

He looked taken aback, even in his little 9 year old mind he thought it was hard to earn anyone's consideration for forgiveness let alone forgiveness itself.

"But you have to promise me one thing."

Curiously he softly spoke out with a small fearful tone as though he was scared you'd be asking for a huge favor one he wouldn't be able to fulfil

"W-what?"

With a toothy grin you finally said

"Be my football practice buddy from now on."

You held out your hand as though it was some sort of business agreement you were proposing and in a way it was at least in your childhood nature.

As he took in the words he couldn't help but smile widely as his eyes narrowed and his full cheeks bunched up and he exclaimed

"Deal!"

And alas that was the start of your great friendship with Lee Kangin.

Raising a brow at you, he knew the tactics you were playing and despite having fallen into that very trap many times, he also knew better than to give in at this time, and as he held the bag in his hand ready to dive into its content any minute, he retorted mockingly while rolling his eyes

"You were the one who suggested we settle this over 가위 (kai) 바위 (bai) 보 (bo) and you lost so quit being a sore loser and the emotional puppy eyes won't work either."

Instantly the small pout and the adorable begging eyes vanished as you narrowed your eyes at him in the offense.

Finally after what felt like he had been digging around for ages he found the bottle of strawberry milk he had been wanting to drink and smiled at it as if it was his greatest achievement till date even though he was an upcoming football player.

As he dismissed the other snacks to the side to be eaten later, a mischievous thought occurred to you and before you could think about it more, you said fuck it and just did what your ultimately hungry stomach and slightly bitter heart thought of.

You grabbed the bag of snacks and made a dash for it, you knew you stood no chance in terms of stamina or even in speed but you knew one thing and that was when you do something that catches the other off guard, no matter how lacking you were in terms of skills compared to them, you immediately gained the upperhand at least for the first few minutes.

Kangin's eyes widened and his jaw dropped almost comically as he saw you make a run for it and he too made a split second decision,

"HEY! THAT'S MINE, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Screaming loudly, his deep voice boomed across the wide field that the other players had been practicing at, they ended up turning their heads at the colorful choice of words including the captain's as well.

He dropped the strawberry milk bottle on the ground while gulping as much as he could before he had to ultimately drop it and began chasing you at full speed. You burst out laughing, probably sounding like a villian but who cares, you thought while trying to make your way towards the doors that led out to a common lounging area.

Heungmin looked at the loud screams from where he'd been standing a bit further away in a conversation with Seungho and began laughing himself when he saw you running away being chased by a furious Kangin, even he could tell you'd done something to irk the other and it was working.

"Y/N pulled that shit again, I can't believe Kangin fell for it again." Seungho said as his eyes followed you almost reaching the doors and saw how Kangin was almost just behind you, he let out his own chuckle and shook his head at your tactics.

The others of course knew you, maybe some being even more interested in you, but you'd pretty much known them since the time Kangin joined the National Team, you had been there when he made it and even given him the biggest congratulations that you could, because after all your best friend had been able to accomplish his goals at least, quite literally and also philosophically. (no puns intended)

You were introduced to the others and overall they were all friendly with you, some even began seeing you as their little sister and to top it off you also a football player as you were midfielder in your college team so you got along even more well with them. Yet you knew you saw most of them as your older brothers however you felt different for one player.

You don't think it was normal to feel those butterflies, you don't think it was normal to start feeling a pool of warm red forming in your cheeks, you don't think was normal to gulp and your heartbeat increasing as though you'd just ran for your fucking life. And worse this was the first time a guy scratch that a person made you feel this way.

And you certainly don't think it was normal that the reason behind all that had been Cho Guesung.

The very attractive striker of the South Korean National Team.

And that had been your big oh no moment, the minute, the second you realised who was the cause of that state.

You felt so fucking stupid.

Just as you were about to reach the doors, you felt two familiar arms wrap around your waist from behind as the bag left your hand and flew upwards, due to the sudden movement you squealed loudly and gasped when you were lifted into the air.

"Let me down! KANGIN! YAH!"

You began giggling as you suddenly felt him take a spin, it almost felt like you were a kid again and your father was making you play flying games, you know the ones where you pretend to fly in the air.

You weren't exactly a small person, 5'8 for a person wasn't really short, but then again the stamina of these men was no joke.

"Not until you apologize and buy me a whole crate of strawberry milk." Kangin taunted you as he too chuckled from your contagious laughter.

Both of you in your own little antics, to an outsider they'd think you were a couple, at least to those who thought their first assumptions were right.

"You are blocking the way."

A deep voice announced loudly with a hint of bitterness. Both of you immediately stopped, recognizing who it was, and opened your eyes widely as Kangin let go of you, you quickly stood beside him and a sudden wave of dizziness you guess from all the spinning hit you as you stumbled slightly, Kangin wrapping one arm around your waist again and pulling you onto his side so you could lean into him for some support.

The figure in front of you had his hand out when he saw you stumble but quickly put it aside, scoffing a bit after as he saw Kangin's hand on your waist, he went back to his face of indifference that had been holding for a while before anyone saw the scoff and annoyance.

However, it was too late as both Kangin and you saw the scowl. While you moved from your temporary support pretending to dust yourself, you nervously laughed and straightened your shirt

"Sorry," You told sincerely trying to muster a small apologetic smile at Guesung as Kangin rolled his eyes at his hyung's behavior as though he was used to it. He was used to it, more than he wished he was.

Guesung began feeling a small pit of guilt form in his stomach as he saw you look away in embarrassment before he could even make eye contact with you, mentally being annoyed at himself for having thoughts of wishing you'd have at least looked at him.

He quickly shook his head before he could get more wrapped up in thoughts about you. How pretty you currently looked under the daylight with somewhat messy hair up in a pony tail with a few strands out and cheeks slightly flushed from laughing, at least that's what he concluded but little did he know he was indeed the culprit of the flushed cheeks and nervous state of yours.

"It's fine, just don't be in the way next time." He muttered quietly as he held one strap of his duffle bag and his eyes traveled back to the both of you, he quickly walked past you, tightening his grip as he heard Kangin let out a snort.

Just cause he didn't know, obviously yet devastatingly, didn't mean no one else knew about your little infatuation. Though Kangin protested to that being the label of what you felt,

It's not an infatuation Y/N it's basically a crush at this point, maybe even the big L word.

You remember mentally and physically groaning at that and buried your hands in a swirl of emotions.

You let out a sigh of exhaustion and a hint of sadness as Guesung brushed past the both of you while Kangin snorted and once again rolled his eyes

"Can you believe that guy? There's a whole ass football field of space to move and he chose this way to go, as if it were on purpose don't you think?" He asked with a hint of teasing as he looked over at you and you now rolled your eyes and retorted back to him

"Shut up, you were making too much noise anyways."

You playfully hit him on his arm and then began to fix your hair which had became a mess and wanted to throw yourself off a cliff as you realised you looked like an absolute disaster in front of your-

"ME? you're the one who was being a bitter loser and stole MY food?!?" Kangin feigned in fake offence, his eyes held amusement as to how you were gaslighting him at the moment.

"AND you made me look like a fool in front of him."

You narrowed your eyes as you whispered harshly taking a quick glance at Guesung to make sure he wouldn't hear but he would not anyway as he was literally 100 feet from where you both stood.

Kangin looked at you in even more amusement as he saw you take a peek at his hyung, grinning with mischief and teased "Oh don't worry Y/N ah you'll never look like fool in front of him besides it is your true nature, embrace it you know."

He raised his hands and put quotation marks in the air "Self love no matter how much of an idiot you are." He finished with a shit eating grin that made you playfully pinch his ear.

"Ouch! Damn dude that hurts!" "What did you say again huh?"

"You are an id-" You twisted his ear a bit harder "I MEAN YOU ARE PERFECT OW! FUCK THAT HURTS LET ME GO!"

Smirking with pride you let go of his ear as he put his hand up to it to caress it gently from the needed but undeserved violence "Sheesh it's not like you actually will look like a fool anyways at least never to hyung so I don't know why you stress out so much."

He muttered as he caressed his ear and narrowed his eyes at you while cussing you in his mind geez this tiny human knows how to hurt (you still wonder how you seemed tiny because you were practically the same height but you suppose it could be regarding the fact that he was a few months older than you)

You raised an eyebrow, almost in amazement yet disbelief as you scoffed

"He HATES me Kangin might I remind you."

Your voice lowered towards the end as you thought about how unlike the other teammates and guys on the team, Guesung never seemed to have liked you.

(small flashback)

It's not like he would go out of his way to show his clear distaste in you, rather he always wore a mask of indifference or just merely ignored you whenever you were around.

You let out a snort at Kangin's words and what he was trying to imply as you remembered when they came back home after their FIFA World Cup matches, and how you'd been asked to help for the welcome party along with some other close ones of the other players and you being well you jumped to help as you were excited to not only meet your platonic soulmate after months but also excited to congratulate Guesung and tell him how proud you were of him, (as well as the other players ofc)

You'd worn one of your favourite outfits which was particularly red in colour in representation of the team which not only suited you so gracefully but was also comfortable to wear and you were already running late so you did some light makeup which would highlight your beautiful facial features as well as an easy yet pretty hairstyle. You had felt pretty confident that day ready because you yourself did look amazing, as usual.

You had reached the place and were waiting and helping around the staff when they came in one by one from the utter chaos they had faced outside the hotel as well as the airport. Your eyes darted towards Guesung and you couldn't help it, whenever he was anywhere you'd always find yourself taking secret glances at him, despite him doing the same, you relished those moments.

Your whole face lit up as you made your way towards them, poor Kangin being left as an after thought but it's not like you wouldn't meet him eventually you just saw Guesung first so you decided to congratulate him first.

When Guesung had stepped into the hotel lounge he couldn't help but scan the room searching for a particular individual who he had wanted to see after so long. He couldn't help it but admit how much he'd missed you. He'd thought about you a lot when he was in Qatar and was hoping you'd have watched how he played, watched how he scored. His heart always seemed to oppose him but for once he could mutually agree with what his heart was feeling for,yearning for.

And when his secret wish came true, you coming towards him, looking very much real rather than on a screen from the countless videocalls you'd done with Kangin and even some of the others even though you rarely talked to him despite wanting to but always being so so feeblish that you instead just wished him the best and would not talk much, he knew from that point there really was no turning back.

His feelings were very much real and he very much felt all that towards you and only you.

You stopped in front of him a few feet away dressed in their team colours which he observed and oh my God.

It felt as though his mouth had lost its ability to form anything that he had to take a gulp, you noticed his eyes slowly taking you in from head to toe and couldn't help but almost faint. You felt weak hearted, this boy wasn't good for your heart you concluded. But then again, you always craved ruination.

He on the other hand felt no better, he felt his heart pick up as his eyes drunk you in his, mind already getting intoxicated with the thoughts of your face, oh your beautiful face.

And when you beamed at him with the very stars in your eyes as though the Gods themselves had plucked them individually from the galaxy and placed them to make them twinkle everytime you'd beamed.

"Congratulations Guesung." You told still with the same gleam.

"You really played well for the team and those goals back to back were so fucking awesome, especially the second one, it was absolutely spectacular"

You finished fangirling as you recalled gasping in both awe and shock when he scored those goals against Ghana and despite them having ultimately lost the match, you think he played it marvelously and now wanting to cringe because you felt as though that still wasn't enough for what really was going on in your mind, and even though he had felt exhausted, your words were enough to make him for the first time, in front of you because God knows and maybe his teammates, the countless times he's secretly smiled just at the mere thought of you, smile at you as his face relaxed with content.

Yes, you heard it and saw it right, he was smiling AT YOU and not only that BECAUSE of YOU.

Internally you were freaking out and your eyes slightly widened while you try to act calm on the outside as he spoke up

"Thank you, really, it means a lot."

He still remained smiling at you while you stood there trying not to freak out even more because despite those being simple words they really hit the feelings for you.

And really on the other part, he felt no different, those words did mean a lot to him, more than they should have, more than it would to a normal person hearing those words because frankly hearing those words from someone that has an exceptional place in your heart means a whole fucking lot.

Before you could really say anything again, you felt yourself being tackled by someone and immediately your mind quite literally snapped out of its daze and focused on trying to not lose balance as the individual now fully wrapped his large arms around you.

"I MISSED YOU SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA!"

Kangin sobbed out as he hid his face in the crook of your neck and you couldn't help but chuckle and chose to just go with the flow while you pulled your arms out of the uncomfortable embrace to now comfortably wrap them around his large frame.

Guesung's face dropped, and the smile on his face vanished before he could even comprehend, of course he knew you were not particularly there for him, you were friends with most of the players and Kangin but he couldn't help the small selfish desire wishing you'd have come up to him and instead tackled him just the Kangin did to you, he'd be ready to embrace you, just how you were embracing Kangin.

The small irk of irritation began forming again when he noticed how tightly Kangin had held you, it was always like that, it was normal between you both. His jaw tensed as he looked away and he straightened his broad shoulders as he walked away without even soaring you another glance.

You noticed him as your head was over Kangin's shoulder and as expected you also took note of how his expression dropped which made a small frown settle on your face.

He was just smiling a minute ago, what suddenly happened?

It wasn't like it was your fault really, it was neither's fault because after all love is what makes a fool of us right?

Too bad this time, it decided to make you both the fools.

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potatomountain · 1 year

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plutoswritingplanet · 10 months

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Cross The Line (Zeke Yeager x Female!Reader)

a/n: this one's quite old, which i'm sure is obvious, considering the writing style. Wrote this for my dear friend as a Christmas present. Cross-posted on AO3.

Warnings: Dubious Consent, Enemies to Lovers to eh?, terrible pickup lines, Desk Donging

Summary: A spy, tasked with keeping a close eye on Warchief Zeke Yeager gets more than she bargained for.

The darkness surrounding you does nothing to soothe the worry, building up deep in the pit of your stomach. A suffocating feeling crushing your chest, as you stand still, inside a spacious room filled with bookshelves and a single, mahogany desk in the middle. Large windows overlook the courtyard, midnight sky full of blinking stars, every single one of them seemingly laughing at your feeble attempts at keeping your composure. It's useless, you are aware of that, there is no way this whole situation was a coincidence. You hug yourself tightly, ignoring the shivers running up your spine in waves, and take a deep breath.

- Do you want something to drink?

His voice brings you back to reality like a slap to the face. Rich, low tone resounding in the silence of the room. He's already pouring brown liquid for two, slender fingers holding out your drink. You force a smile and take the alcohol in a shaky hold. Your fingers touch and you have to suppress the whole body shiver that wrecks you. His glasses reflect the light of the small desk lamp, the only source of light inside this room. You can barely see his golden eyes, but you can sense his gaze on you.

And so, here you are. Alone in a room with Zeke fucking Yeager.

The alcohol burns your throat on the way down, as you take it all in one swing, earning a small chuckle from the man. Another wave of shivers shakes your body. You place the now empty glass on the edge of the desk in front of you. There are some documents thrown on it, along with an expensive looking pen, a pot of ink and some other small trinkets that remain mysterious to you.

Well, if you truly were going to die here, at least the room is nice. A small comfort, but it's better to land on an expensive carpet, than to bleed out in an alley.

- Did you find the party pleasant?

Zeke Yeager makes his way towards you, shoulder brushing yours as he leans against the edge of the desk. The glass sways in his grip, liquid sloshing inside. He brings the rim to his lips and takes a long sip, eyes ghosting over your tense frame and back to your face. You swallow hard, ignoring the bile rising in your stomach, and force the sweetest smile you can muster, which looks more like someone is pulling your face apart.

- It was very enjoyable, yes - your voice sounds rough and shaky in the oppressive silence of the room.

If your skittish demeanor hasn't given you out yet, the quiver in your voice surely did.

Zeke seems to notice you wince, eyebrows shooting up as a smirk quirks up his mustache. The lamp casts light on one side of his face, making him look much more intimidating, than ever. The way he towers over you even as he's leaning back in a seemingly relaxed manner is making you sweat.

You've seen Zeke Yeager in many situations. With his family, drinking with his friends, doing groceries, feeding a stray cat, talking to his superiors, his subordinates. As you watched from the safety of shadowed alleys, he almost always remained basked in the sun, blonde hair shining and eyes bright for someone who's seen as much as he did. You knew his routines, which café he liked to visit in the morning, where he was buying cigarettes. You observed everything, that was your job.

Now he was the one watching you, sharp features deepened by the dark. Once bright eyes glued to your frame like a predator ready to attack its prey. You wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, needed to get out.

- I'm surprised none of your comrades came here with you - he mused, placing his glass on the desk next to yours - Weren't they afraid to let you into the belly of the beast?

Oh God, oh fuck.

- Are they watching us now? - there is something hidden in that question, something you can't entirely decipher, but makes your blood run cold nonetheless.

As a last ditched effort at saving your mission, you shrug, pull your eyebrows in a "I'm totally confused, what are you talking about?" fashion and give the least convincing performance of your lifetime.

- I'm not sure what you're implying...

Your statement doesn't get the chance to properly hang in the room, as Zeke brings down his hand hard on the wooden desk. The bang makes you jump up and squeak in a very un-soldier-like manner.

- Do you think I'm an idiot? - he asks, all pleasantness gone from his voice.

If he looked intimidating before, now he looks downright demonic. The light catching on his glasses hides his eyes, but you can feel them drilling into your very soul. The intensity of his gaze takes the breath right out of your lungs, and you force your legs to move backwards, step by step.

- I have seen you (Y/N) - he stalks closer, the nicely tailored suit he's wearing is pulled tight against his impressive build - Always in the shadows, watching my every step.

He chuckles, hand flying up to run his fingers through his hair, a few locks falling on his forehead.

- If I hadn't known any better, I would have thought you were in love with me.

You sneer, teeth full on display like a wild animal in a cage. Your back hits the wall as Zeke stands in front of you. The stars keep laughing at you behind his back.

- Don't be ridiculous - there is a growl in your voice, as you finally let go of any pretense - I hate you.

Zeke hums in thought. His body slumps back to a relaxed stance, one hand reaching into the back pocket of his trousers, producing a slim cigarette and a small box of matches. There is no urgency in his movements, as he places the cigarette between his lips and lights it on the first try.

You watch the end flare up before Zeke blows a cloud of smoke right in your face, the smell making you cough and sputter.

- Love and hate aren't as far from each other, as you might think - he sounds like a teacher, explaining something to his students.

There is a small tilt to his head, as he waits patiently for you to stop coughing, before he continues.

- They're both extremely intense feelings, both can lead to unexpected actions.

You scoff, eyes shifting around the room, trying to find any way of escape. There was no way you could make it to the door, he would catch you in a heartbeat the moment you have begun to run. That left you with one option.

The window.

It wasn't ideal, of course, but it could've been so much worse. First story window, concrete below, nothing to break the fall. Still, you were pretty sure you've made worse jumps in training. You still have a rather large scar on your thigh from when your ODM gear malfunctioned.

- I'm going to ask you again, since you didn't answer me the last time - Zeke stands tall in front of you, lit cigarette hanging between his lips - Are your comrades watching us right now?

You've made your decision then and there.

With quick fingers you unclasp a pearl bracelet that has been sitting looking pretty on your wrist. Zeke doesn't get much time to react as you chuck the piece of jewelry in his face. He flinches, waving his hand in the air. It gives you the opening you need as you bolt straight ahead, ducking under the man's arm. Your dress bunches up around your knees, as you all but fly through the office, aiming to body roll out of the window.

Before you can even touch the glass however, you feel blunt nails digging into your arm, and you are forcefully thrown backwards, Your body crashes to the floor with a loud thud, your backbone erupting with pain.

You get no chance of collecting yourself, as Zeke pounces on you, hands pinning yours to the floor, your legs crushed under his body. His hair is ruffled in an exquisite way, paired with his darkened gaze sends another shiver down your spine.

Both of you are breathing heavily, chests heaving, the sound of panting filling the room alongside the rush of blood in your ears.

- Get the fuck off me - you grit through your teeth, whole body struggling in his vice-like grip.

- You'll just run away again - his voice is calm despite his rough state - I can't just let you go, now that I finally have you in my grasp.

Something in the way he says that last sentence makes you halt your movements, He notices the change and risks getting closer to your face. His hot breath smells like cigarette smoke, as it fans over your collarbone. You watch his growing smirk in downing realization.

- My little spy.

Your struggling kicks back tenfold, as your entire body spasms under him. You lean your head back against the wooden floor and bring it forward with as much force as possible. Pain shoots through your forehead, and you hear Zeke curse loudly at the impact. As soon as his hold on you falters, you're scrambling backwards on the floor, desperately trying to get to the door and as far away from the man in front of you, as possible.

You're not able to get far, despite your best efforts. Zeke's hand grabs your ankle, and you are dragged back to him, thighs scraping on the wooden floor.

His nose is bleeding, a path of red staining his blonde beard. Seeing him like this fills you with a sort of satisfaction you dare not to name. A smirk of your own forms on your lips, despite the pain in your body. Zeke looks positively murderous, yet there seems to be something much more terrifying in those golden eyes of his. Something darker that makes your gut twist in anticipation.

- You little bitch - the casual way in which he states that, would've made you laugh, were you both in any other situation.

- Fuck you - you sneer and gasp, as Zeke crawls over your body, one hand slipping into your hair, tugging so far back, your neck starts to hurt.

- Fuck me? - he asks, getting closer to your exposed neck, his stained beard smearing blood into your skin - Fuck you.

There is no time to recover, as he cranes your neck even further back. You yelp as sharp teeth bite the skin right above your collarbone. It's not enough to draw blood, but will probably leave a mark for a few days. The gesture makes you shiver in his arms and you're not sure whether it's from disgust, or newly awoken arousal.

Zeke licks the abused flesh, hot tongue dragging itself up the expanse of your neck, under your chin.

- You taste like cherries.

This observation makes both of you freeze in your places. Because this sort of intimacy should be reserved for lovers, not two mortal enemies, seconds from tearing each other to pieces. And yet, here you are, writhing below him, watching with heavy eyelids the way blood from his nose slides down his long neck, soaking into the collar of his white shirt, ruining it forever. Your hand moves seemingly on its own accord, trailing a shaky path up his chest, fingers ghosting over his anpe, before finally settling in his blonde locks.

- I despise you - you whisper and it sounds like a confession.

Zeke smiles, all blood and teeth, and that's all you need. Your fingers tighten in his hiar, earning you a low hiss, before you drag his head down, lips meeting roughly and with such hunger yu scare yourself for a second. However, all feelings of apprehension dissipate, as soon as he kisses you back, the force of his assault on your lips pushing your head back against the floor. His hand slides from your hair, fingers gently tracing the outline of your jaw, thumb stroking the delicate flesh just below your eye.

It's too gentle, too much like love.

You bite his bottom lip, overwhelming taste of iron filling your senses. He's chuckling again, teeth clicking with yours as you open your eyes to shoot him a look, that you hope is unamused.

Shit. You realize he is quite beautiful like that. With his glasses at the tip of his nose, hair standing in every direction and lips bruised from all the attention they recieved just moments ago. He's breathing heavily, chest brushing against yours and, as your eyes drag lower, you notice something far more interesting going on in his pants.

- Are you sure, you want this to continue? - his voice is barely above whisper, every word punctuated by a soft kiss to the middle of your cleavage.

Are you? You're convinced you would never know for certain. ut right now, it makes no difference. With your own bruised lips, you smile, mirroring his smirk from earlier.

- Why, you're worried about me?

- Sure - that's the only warning you get, before Zeke dives back down again, pushing his tongue into your mouth.

Zeke's hands leave your face in favor of travelling down your body. He's giving your breasts a squeeze, before moving lower, finally settling on your hips, where he begins to lightly pull at your dress, like an impatient child waiting to unpack its present. Drunk on the high of the moment, you push against his chest, letting him fall back on the floor.

Without waisting any time, you scramble on top of him, stradling his hips and letting the hem of the dress ride up your thighs.

His hands are immediately on you, caressing the muscles of your legs, finally within his reach. You however have other plans. Shifting forward, you watch his pupil dilate, as both of your hands come to rest on his neck. A smile is pulling at your lips, teeth flashing in the dark of the night, as you squeeze ever so slightly.

Zeke gasps, before letting his head fall back, neck on full display, like his making an offeringfrom himself to an angry God. Hooded eyes watch you from below, drinking in every curve of your body, every dangerous flash in your eyes.

- I could kill you right now - you mutter and feel his body shudder under you.

That wasn't entirely true, you were very well aware that a simple choking wasnt enough to kill a titan shifter. That being said, the power you feel while having his pulse under the palm of your hand leaves your head spinning.

- Keep looking at me like that, and I just might let you.

Zeke's hands slip under your tights as he pushes himself upwards into a sitting position, with you held close in his lap. You an smell the cologne he chose for tonight, mixed with cigarette smoke and the ever present scent of blood. You head is swimming, as you push your nose into the crook of his neck.

With a grunt, he holds you in his arms and stands up, swaying slightly under your weight. The display of strength makes you squeal, feet dangling in the air behind his back. Your hands leave his neck in favor of holding onto your dear life, nails biring into the soft material of his shirt.

The desk creaks in protest, as Zeke sits you on the edge, stepping back for a moment to throw off his jacket and start unbuttoning his shirt. He gets halfway through, before he becomes impatient and just tears the material righ off, his torso on display before your hungry eyes. Capturing your lips in another searing kiss, you pull him even closer, chest rising frantically in rhythm with his, and you can feel his prominent excitement on the inside of your thigh.

Rough hands start tugging at your dress again, and with a grunt of protest you slap them away.

- If you ruin my fucking dress I'll... - he shuts you up with another kiss, and you feel his smile against your lips.

- It does look very pretty on you - he complements with a smirk.

- Please don't say what I think you're go...

- It would look better on the floor though.

Both of you stare at each other for a moment. Zeke's face is a mixture of goofy happiness and genuine pride in this terrible pick-up line, and for a split-second you feel like you just might fall for him. All you can do is try to stop your laughter from bubbling over, unfortunately, unsuccessful. Soft giggles fill the room, cut short by a moan, as Zeke dives down to suck at the skin in the juncture of your neck and your shoulder. his hands find the back of your dress, struggling with the zipper for a moment, before you feel the material loosen and fall from your chest, pooling under your stomach.

Zeke gives and appreciative hum, sliding his palms across any flesh available to his grasp, making you melt in your spot. You nearly shatter then and there, when his hand finally, finally reaches between your legs.

- Would you look at that - Zeke hums under his breath, as one finger ghosts over your clothed entrance.

- Shut the fuck up - you're lushing hard and his resounding chuckle only makes the matters worse - Oh, will you just...

- Since you asked so nicely.

The next smart retort, you've prepared comes out as a strangled moan, when Zeke finally pushes your underwear to the side and slides one finger in. His movements are slow and methodical. He's looking closely at your face, searching for changes in your expressions. After a moment he adds another finger, and your hips start moving on their own accord, shifting on the wooden surface of the desk.

- Shit - you curse under your breath, when Zeke finds that one spot, your whole body jolting in his grasp.

- There you are - he cooes, curling his fingers again, your back arching at the wave of pleasure.

You try not to be unnerved by the way he's watching you from behind his glasses. Like he's committing every move you make to his memory, drinking in your your writhing form like a man parched.

Zeke leans forward, supporting his weight on his free arm beside you. He starts to nip at your heaving chest, coming higher and higher, until he reaches your lips, swallowing every little moan escaping them. It was easy to loose your head completely, when he worked your body like that. his fingers pumped in and out of you at a steady pace, curling inside and making your body tense up. At the same time, his thumb rubbed deliberate circles into your clit, every single one sending a wave of shivers crushing through you.

- I have waited for quite some time to catch you, my sweet spy - Zeke is muttering in your ear, his hot breath fanning over delicate flesh - Always watching me from the shadows.

You try and fail miserably at keeping your voice down, as his pace quickens, a long whine pushing past your lips, as familiar pressure build in the pit of your stomach.

- Well, I've done some watching of my own - he chuckles, when another shaky moan leaves you - And let me tell you - your hips snap forward, chasing your end - I like what I'm seeing.

And with that, the pressure in your stomach snaps. You throw your head back with a silent scream, your entire body tensing. Zeke works you through your orgasm until you have to shove his hand away. Exhausted and sweaty, you fall back onto the desk, limbs dangling lifelessly.

- Damn - you breathe out, dragging a hand over your face.

Damn indeed, you don't remember the last time you actually came that hard. Trying not to feel to conflicted, you start moving your limbs, slowly dragging your body upwards.

Zeke is watching you a few steps back, arms crossed and a tent still very visible in his pants. He moves closer to you, gently dragging one finger over the curve of your torso. Goosebumps immediately follow the path and you suck in a sharp breath.

- I'll let you go after this - his voice is gebtle in the silence of the night, you can barely hear him above your heavy breathing - But the next time I catch you...

He drives his point home by leaning in and dragging his teeth over the exposed flesh of your shoulder. A small moan leaves your mouth and you know, you're not ready for this night to end.

Shaking fingers find the leather belt holding his pants up on his hips and you tug lightly. Zeke hums deep in his throat and lets you meneuver him back between your legs.

- We'll cross that bridge once we get there - you breathe, bringing your chin up, so you can capture his lips with your own.

This kiss feels different. It's delicate and, dare you say it, loving. Tongues move together and you barely register the telltale sound of a belt being unbuckled. It's only after you feel him at your entrance, you finally separate from the kiss.

Zeke wraps an arm behind your back, bringing you even closer, and you close your eyen in anticipation. Suddenly his other hand finds your chin, gripping it tightly and forcing you to look him in the eye.

As soon as you make eye contact, he pushes himself into you, as far as he can go, before your face scrunches up in discomfort. You both breathe heavily, frozen in place, as you try to accomodate his rather impressive size.

- Zeke - you breathe out and his eyes snap back to you in a flash - Move.

And he does. Slow at first, gebtle rolls of his hips making you squirm in hsi grasp. Son, he speeds up, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

- Shit - he slurs out, speeding up yet again, the desk beggining to creak in protest against his forceful thrusts.

You throw your head back, eyes catching a glimpse of the stars in the midnight sky. Before you can determine if they're still laughing at you, Zeke slides his hand up your body, giving one of your breasts an appreciative squeeze, before finding purchase in your hair. Your pulse quickens and low moan leaves your mouth, as he tugs forcefully at the strands.

Soon after that, he pulls you closer, chest flush against his. Both of you move in harmony, moans mingling with eachother. Sensing how close you are, Zeke reaches between your joined bodies, rubbing circles into your clit with newly found determination. You take a long, wheezing gulp of air, your entire body spasming at once, earning you a deep growl from the man.

Zeke fucks you through your orgasm, his movements growing more and more erratic, as he nears an end of his own. Finally, he burries his face in the crook of your neck and you feel his whole body shudder. With a strangled moan he removes himself from you and seconds later you feel something warm on your thigh.

You hold him close to you, as both of you take a while to recover. The sound of your panting filling the room as you come down from your high, wrapped in each other's limbs.

Zeke is the first one to move, slipping out of your embrace. You watch with heavy eyelids, as he puts his pants back on and starts to shuffle through his pockets, only to produce a small handkerchief. Biting your lip, you try to stop the blush, as he starts to gently clean you up, all the roughness from before gone from his touch.

The intimacy of the gesture makes you heart stop for a second, before your brain catches up.

This wasn't meant to happen.

- Leave through the back door - he tells you in a hushed whisper, throwing the handkrechief somewhere out of your sight.

Zeke helps you up, same hands that moments ago left imprints in the flesh of your hips, now slid your dress bakc on, finger fighting with the zipper at the back.

- See you around, Zeke Yeager - despite your best efforts, there is a tinge od sadness in your voice.

Before yu can escape his grasp for good, Zeke catches your hand in his and brings it to his mouth, placing a delicate kiss on the soft skin of your knuckles.

- I'll search the shadows for you.

There is no point in fighting off the smile that spills onto your face, cheeks heating up just for a moment.

- Happy hunting - you muse, even though he's already caught you.

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neteyamb · 11 months

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ashes to ashes: chapter six

pairing: loak x f!omatikaya reader

summary: as a healer, y/n had taken an oath to treat every patient with their best interests in mind. this hadn’t been a problem, until loak’s petty injuries become a routine. she has to swallow her pride and feign concern, feign kindness, and face the ugly hate that has been brewing between them for years.

tags: enemies to lovers, confused and pining loak

word count: 2.1k

notes: im in poland rn and this is a little bit TERRIBLE but also very necessary.

⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧ ‧͙⁺˚*･

billie bossa nova

love when it makes you lose your bearings / it might be more of an obsession / you better lock your phone / and look at me when you're alone / won't take a lot to get you goin' / i'm sorry if it's torture though / that heavy breathin' on the floor / i’m yours, i'm yours

nova – a star that suddenly increases its light output tremendously and then fades away to its former obscurity

your eyes search loak’s for any insincerity. you had grappled with him over superiority for as long as you can remember, but for it to be offered to you made it feel like a default win or some dirty trick. you were still debating which would be worse. loak’s attention was glued to you so fiercely that you felt naked below his amber eyes; you abstain from looking at his face any longer, drawing your attention to the fresh scars that littered his body. you distantly note that they were healing nicely, fading slowly from harsh red to calm blue.

for him to come to you like this, almost grovelling–it was an insult of the lowest sort; if you had any respect for him before, it was because he wouldn’t back down. while he belittled you constantly, he never went easy on you, he would fight with everything he had. and now that he chooses to pity you, were you meant to fawn over his whimsical, clearly unplanned apology? familiar anger sank in your stomach and crawled up your throat. “i don’t owe you anything,” you shoot, crossing your arms over your chest. loak clenched his jaw, considering your words.

he begins to wonder if his decision to confront you was made prematurely; even now, he had to refrain from jumping your bones in aggravation, from pinning you down and trying to taste your comebacks. he worries his lip, ripping his eyes away from the curve of your neck as if he hadn’t been getting acquainted with it for several moments. “no, you don’t–owe me anything,” he assents gruffly.

you attempt to physically peel his heavy attention off of you, taking a further step back to rustle away the thick air. “oh, joy. our first agreement.” you begin to continue on your route, but he grabs for your arm in resolve, quick to stop you while his chest thuds wildly. you snarl at the path ahead. “wait. i can make you a deal.” it was desperate, and as the offer fled his lips he was frantic to come up with a feasible proposition. he couldn't afford to let you slip away a second time. you flinch, turning towards him once more with your patience wearing thin. he furrows his brows, averting his eyes as a panicked blush rises up his neck. “i can teach you how to hunt. formally.” he pauses, tilting his head towards you. “you could be a warrior.”

your ears perk at his proposal. of course, you were very familiar with the bow, but your failure to follow through with the pursuit of valid warrior training was a sore spot he consistently aimed at. you glare at him in warning, hoping for his sake it wasn’t just another jab to add to the pile. loak licks his lips, staring down at the grass. “it’ll be great,” he straightens his posture, flashing a hopeful, boyish grin. “promise.”

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your stomach filled with regret as you walked towards the archery grounds the next afternoon. you were skeptical about being taught by loak, but if you ever wanted to fight alongside real soldiers, there wasn’t much choice; those willing to take time out of their day for one-on-one training were scarce, especially if you consider their teaching capabilities. jittery, you stressed the drawstring of your bow as you waited.

loak approached the clearing with conviction in his step. he had never offered you help before, but he had quickly realized this past week that without you around, his focus and mood took a lethal hit; he’d be spacing out and then snapping at people for next to nothing. if he thought about it, this deal is moreso about helping himself rather than you. he just had to play nice, but not…not too nice. a tight smile crosses his face when he sees you, but it was directed a little over your shoulder instead of at yourself.

loak had seen you shoot before, but watching your calculated gestures up-close was different; his brain fogged as he analyzed the way your shoulderblades flowed under cerulean skin, and he tripped over his words more times than he’d like to admit once he noticed the way the drawstring prodded at your lips when you took aim. he pushed down the irritating emotions that lapped at his belly, biting his tongue.

after conquering every static target, the two of you shifted off-course towards moving ones. you followed him into dense trees for several minutes before coming across a yerik. crouching together behind a bush, you watch as it licks at a puddle and flicks its ear. it had been a significantly long amount of time since you had last pointed an arrow at a living creature, but loak gives you the go-ahead. you were annoyed that you put yourself in a position where you had to follow his orders, but still you take your aim, digging your knees into the dirt and straightening your back as you drew the string. you held your shoulders tighter than you knew was necessary, but you couldn’t shake off the fear of the probable humiliation you’d succumb to if you missed the shot. loak notices, shuffling closer and adjusting you with icy hands. you bristle under his touch, but keep your eyes on the yerik.

his chin dips slightly at your hesitation; obviously you hadn’t practiced hunting much and this was just your first session, but if you were thrown onto the battlefield at this moment (as warriors often are, with little warning), you’d be struck down quicker than he could react. he'd have to drill into you the impluse to shoot reflexively if he wanted you to succeed. behind you, loak leans towards your ear, hair tickling at your collarbone. “release.” his voice is low, soft but not whispering. you suck in a breath, holding your position strong before ripping your hand away from the nock of the arrow. it hits the creature in the heart, and you don’t turn to meet loak’s approving expression before removing yourself from the bush and praying at its side. he’s light on his feet as he joins you, cutting in to correct your words no more than twice.

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once you’ve finished carrying the animal back to the village to be preserved as dried meat, you’re quick to put some distance between yourself and loak in hopes of settling your nerves. he stands there quietly for a minute, permitting himself to indulge in the gentle sway of your long hair in the breeze as you leave.

dusk crept over the village, and loak declined dinner in favour of laying in his hammock. he splayed his fingers over his abdomen in thought, gradually digging his fingernails into the skin until it stings. the more loak thought, the more it was maddening; you danced around his mind, most recurrently in your usual, taunting manner. now, though, he is able to remember what your body feels like against his. he’s known before from heated arguments followed by tense healing sessions, but those came with so much doubt and conflicted thoughts that he couldn’t make sense of what was a fantasy and what was reality. now, he could remember feeling just one thing at a time. and it was a curse. he remembers the way your chest pressed into his when your breath would hitch, he remembers the way your nails grazed his back, and he remembers the way your warm tongue moved in synchronization with his.

sleep wouldn’t come to him. defeated, he rises to his feet with the intention of taking a cold shower.

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you walked hip-to-hip with kiri like a conjoined twin as the sun settled in the sky, having just finished weaving practice. you were making steady progress, now able to create small armbands given that they have no ambitious details. you were walking her home; she had promised neytiri to keep an eye on tuk while she and jake went out. you stopped at the door, watching with a small smile as neytiri kissed her daughter’s forehead and ruffled her hair before heading off.

loak sat in his hammock, looking up at you with tired eyes. you wanted to laugh a little; he looked kind of wimpy with his sunken shoulders and downturned ears, but you decide against it. you didn’t want to risk losing the shiny new deal. still, facts are facts. “loak, you look like shit.” he grumbled an unintelligible response, swinging his bow over his back and walking out of the hut on quick feet. for a second, you weren’t sure if he intended on teaching you today–he’s sensitive when he’s grumpy. “you coming?” he threw over his shoulder as he walked past you, decidedly avoiding eye contact.

you trudged deeper into the forest than before. the two of you didn’t talk, instead preferring to listen to the sounds of wildlife waking up. you came across another yerik, an older one that appeared to be female. you were ready to perform the actions you had yesterday, but before you could execute them, loak swiftly picked up a stone and chucked it beside the animal. he was not very talkative today, but it didn’t surprise you he’d do something like that without warning. still, annoyed, you toss him a questioning look. the fatigue had left his eyes, they were now bright and glowed in the shade. you wonder briefly when it had happened, and how it was possible you didn't notice until now.

“chase it,” he said, not waiting for you before running after it. you held your bow in a tight grip as you leapt over low branches, but you couldn’t deny it was difficult to properly place the arrow while keeping up. you shoot blindly before nudging past loak in the direction of the yerik’s wail.

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the two of you had taken a wrong turn somewhere. you were lost, chests pleading for air. frustrated, you whack him with your bow. “that was entirely your fault!” you snap, eyes wild. still heaving, he whacks you with his own in return. he wasn’t in the mood today. “you have to learn to chase them, y/n. just because you can’t on the first try doesn’t mean it’s my fault.” you seethe, considering his reply. “still, i have no idea where we are,” he says, looking around in vain for any familiar landmarks. you huff. “yeah. now what, genius?”

loak thinks for a moment, pouting his lips. the both of you could handle yourselves against the creatures of the forest, but the best thing to do was wait in the area until a search party was inevitably sent out. you'd be in a fuckton of trouble afterwards, but it'd do the job. “let’s spar,” he breathes. “good for training.” you look at him skeptically, eyes narrowed. “i think we’ve exercised that option enough,” you deadpan. loak chuckles, removing the quiver from his back and placing it on the ground next to his bow. he figures, if he can’t take his anger out on you, he has free reign to do what he will under the pretense of training. he’s convinced it’s a good idea, although maybe it has something to do with sleep deprivation. he nudges your shoulder. “hit me with your best shot.”

hesitantly, you put your bow and quiver next to his while eyeing him suspiciously, lips pursed. you had never hit loak because he asked you to, and this setting seemed…more formal than you were accustomed to. you lower your knees and place your hands out readily in defense. he mirrors your actions, feeling light; this was the first time he could breathe without a clenched chest in days. he felt alive. for a few seconds, you attempted to disarm him with telepathic mind games, but when it didn’t work, you made a kick for the back of his knees. he easily jumps around it, tail curling behind him with the adrenaline he had craved for days. loak grins, rounding your back to poke at it. you shiver, annoyed, before whipping around to meet his eyes.

“you’d be a sucker on the battlefield. don’t leave your back exposed.” you lower your arms briefly. he’s giving you advice, you realize. helpful, genuine advice. you feel a grin split your face. “noted,” you say, falling back into position. you circle him a little, keeping him in your line of sight with his words in mind.

you’re able to get a few pushes in, but it was mainly chalked up to the fact that you knew loak's movements and habits so well. heart beating rapidly, he sweeps at your legs with one of his own and you fall to your back. he leans over you, pausing for a second to make sure you’re not winded. “i win,” he smiles cheekily, eyes darting quickly to your mouth. he taps your leg. “same goes for your legs. keep them strong.”

⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧ ‧͙⁺˚*･

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gabrielokun · 1 year

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Hi. You watch a lot of dramas/series. Do you have any favorites? If you do, what's your top 20 favorite Asian BL dramas/series?

Hi, anon)) thank you for asking. Sorry, it took a while) but I have to prepare a visual representation to compensate for the lack of writing skills))) english is hard T_T

anyway, here are some of my favorite things

Love by Chance (2018)

The show that started it all (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡ Yep, my first Bl therefore I just must include it. Is is a good show? - not really. BUT! AePete are my babies, I love them. Nobody does it like them ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

2. My Only 12% (2022)

Childhood friends to lovers done right! My favorite show of the last year. It is a slooooow burn but it's so worth it! Very lively and real boys. great family and friend dynamics, kind of meh last story outside of CakeEwi but still…If you want some great friendship slowly blooming into romance this is the show

3. Kieta Hatsukoi (2021)

Super cute show. All characters are amazing, story well written, minimum hurt all the comfort. Good girl-not an enemy (im really easy too please ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀) xd)

4. 30-sai made Dotei Da to Mahotsukai ni Nareru rashii (2020)aka Cherry magic

JapBL are totally for me when they do fluff, (cause their angst is on a such level I need a lifetime to process it xd)

but this one is so fluffy (ฅ́ ˘ฅ̀)♡ They make me happy and I grateful for it

5. My Ride (2022)

Speaking of fluff °ʚ(´꒳`)ɞ° Other couples are kind of boring But! Mork's uncles, MorkTawan's adopted son (still a bit salty we didnt see him again, Tawan should've had more parenting time, he is clearly a great dad ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚) natural growth of their friendship into love *_*. This one is good!

6.Color Rush (2020)

I love soulmates. Its short, simple story but with very interesting and original idea.

7. Hello Stranger (2020)

Such a simple story but the way it was done is amazing! Falling in love through web camera (੭ ˊ^ˋ)੭ ♡ Characters have such an incredible chemistry even tho they have minimum personal contact(kudos to actors they done well)))

I Will Knock You (2022)

Okay, yes age gap not for everyone. But again it was done very respectful. ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა I love love love Noey's ˖°.✧aesthetic✧˖°., his room is my fave ngl, i want everything he has))))I love this delusional king He was so sure Thi is into him from the second they met and i live for it.

9. Until We Meet Again (2019)

I love soulmates 2. I just love this show. Its gonna traumatize you and then comforts you with cutest fluffiest boys that going through it

10. Vice Versa (2022)

I didn't like it at first

Puen annoyed me too much ૮꒰˶> ༝ <˶ ꒱ა but then I binge rewatch it in one weekend and I just fall for it. Its so good))) I love soulmates 3 and it's super pretty. I love colors

11. About Youth (2022)

Show where I love main and second couple the same ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ thats rare))) Again very simple story but told beautifly

12. HIStory2 Right or Wrong (2018)

Let's talk HIStory. They kind of getting worse imho. 4 and 5 were just fine. thats sucks ʚ₍ᐢ ›̥̥̥ ༝ ‹̥̥̥ ᐢ₎ɞ i still love them tho

HIStory2 Right or Wrong (2018) 13. HIStory3 Trapped (2019) and 14. HIStory2 Crossing the Line (2018)

are superior for me. but just watch any of them they all are worth your time

15. Our Dating Sim (2023)

Second chance romance done very very right!

16. Oxygen (2020)

Good fluffy fluff. P'Phu and his bunny are so precious. Main are cute and sweet and adorable. Ignore weird girl and doctor everything else is just so lovely

17. Light on Me (2021)

Love triangle done right. Good light fluffy show that did hurt so good (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

18. To My Star Season 2: Our Untold Stories (2022)

I love how they told this story

19. Not Me (2021)

its hard to explain how good this show is, its more serious than usual bls, great acting, amazing story, strong message told through not just cinematography but art and dance too. its truly great show

20. Triage (2022)

Time loops are fun

+ some honorable mentions

Ingredients (2020)

not a show))) just an add but damn. It such a feel good little comfort add Jeff and Gameplay have an amazing chemistry, simple slice of life stories but so good , mutual pining done so well

anything by strongberry, literally just go at their YT chanel and enjoy ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ੈ♡‧₊˚

emmmm that a long post sorry

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ikuzeminna · 7 months

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AI tries to explain: early Relena hatred

ChatGPT, explain why Relena Peacecraft of "Mobile Sit Gundam Wing" was falsely disliked by many fans in the early 2000s.

Relena Peacecraft, a central character in "Mobile Suit Gundam Wing," was indeed a polarizing figure among fans in the early 2000s and even when the series originally aired in the late 1990s. Several factors contributed to her initially negative reception: Initial Perceptions: At the beginning of the series, Relena comes across as a seemingly naive and idealistic character. Her initial persona as a sheltered pacifist and diplomat's daughter contrasted sharply with the Gundam pilots, who were more action-oriented and stoic. This contrast led some viewers to find her character annoying or out of place in a mecha anime.

For the early 2000s the truth is more shallow than that in that Relena is simply female and has a pink limo which upset a lot of ..."fans" who had never watched a single episode up to that point yet read loads and loads of fanfics and were suddenly confronted with the fact that Heero was not star-crossed lovers with Duo but might actually be connected to the female protagonist.

The argument is certainly applicable to a lot of people who watched the series later though and crapped on Relena's character because missing the point on multiple occasions has become an Olympic discipline rather than actually paying attention to what is shown.

I mean, I get that most people let preconceptions and media tradition sway their interpretation (like Relena having a crush on the mysterious new guy at school being the reason she follows Heero to the harbor when the series itself gives plenty of hints she's doing it because Heero is shady af and she's suspicious of him) but when they then form a negative opinion on Wing that is completely baseless because they didn't understand plot points, it destroys their argument and makes them look silly. Especially when it is coupled with an air of superiority.

You wanna rip Gundam Wing to shreds? Go right ahead, bro, just please put some effort into it.

Contrast with Gundam Pilots: Relena's character was often juxtaposed with the more action-driven and complex Gundam pilots. Her early interactions with characters like Heero Yuy, who were dedicated to their mission and often displayed little emotion, created a perception that she was a hindrance to their objectives.

Oh my goodness, I have actually seen this argument in the wild. I had once gone through hate sites to compile a list of accusations people threw at Relena back in the rowdy days of Gundam Wing to compare to more recent takes (spoiler: not much has changed) and I came across stuff along the lines of Relena "getting in the way of everyone's missions, creating problems for Noin, Milliardo and the others and endangering them."

ChatGPT, you impress me with your blanket statements going in the right direction.

I take issue with "more action-driven and complex" though. Compared to Relena's complexity most Gundam pilots are as flat as a pancake. They all have their depth, mind you, but Relena has waaaay more stuff happening and a lot more character development.

Initial Helplessness: In the early episodes, Relena found herself in vulnerable situations and required rescue by the Gundam pilots. This portrayal of her as helpless or in need of saving added to the negative perception.

I guess we're back in fanfic land. Unless AI means the Cinq arc, but that's the late middle of the show and is a little more complicated than just that.

Shift in Character Development: Over time, Relena's character undergoes significant development. She evolves from a seemingly naive girl into a strong and independent character. Her journey towards becoming a more capable and determined individual was not immediately evident to some viewers who formed their opinions early in the series.

...This doesn't even make sense, neither in the context of the show nor as a general statement.

It is true that a lot of people like to form an early opinion of Relena they don't part with no matter how far into the show they get. In many cases it's a decidedly negative one and that colors their perspective and ruins their enjoyment of the show, especially during the Cinq arc because that one is all about Relena and I have seen people scream for those episodes to end during their watch. Which, not gonna lie, amused me since she's the female protagonist so it's a given she'd get a lot of screentime.

The main problem with the Cinq arc though is that many don't recognize Relena's genius in how she handled the whole situation. The Cinq arc isn't just Relena preaching pacifism to the world at the most inopportune time where Romefeller is razing cities to the ground with Mobile Dolls. It's a political move that presents an alternative to Romefeller who claim that peace can only be achieved through them and their military presence. Cue a bunch of pacifists showing up.

Cinq's fall was not a loss per se. Relena surrendered publicly, with the whole world watching, especially the colonies who manufactured Mobile Dolls for Romefeller at the time. You think following that Dermail made Relena Romefeller's head representative for funsies? She had backed him into a corner. He had lost public support, the peaceful colonies had witnessed what they had contributed to and even people inside Romefeller were starting to grumble about him. He was scrambling for damage control, forcing Relena's hand and desperate to build Libra to have a giant space laser that will keep people in line should they not obey him.

Crap later hits the fan for him when Relena turns the tables on him and the colonists take control of Libra.

Complex Morality: Relena's pacifist stance and commitment to peace are central to her character. Her ideological beliefs sometimes clashed with the actions of the Gundam pilots, leading to a moral dilemma in the story. Some fans may have initially disliked her character due to this moral tension.

Such a pacifist.

Different Expectations: "Gundam Wing" is part of the wider "Gundam" franchise, known for its complex political and philosophical themes. Some fans may have had expectations for a more traditional mecha anime and found Relena's character and her focus on diplomacy and peace less appealing in comparison.

If this is AI talk for UC fans crapping on Relena because she isn't Sayla Mass and doesn't pilot anything then it's weird. By now there have been so many iterations of Gundam shows with the "princess" character not piloting a mobile suit (Relena, Kihel, Lacus, Marina, etc.) that no one watching Wing for the first time expects Relena to do so. Expectations for a mecha anime? Even watching The Vision of Escaflowne I never expected Hitomi to hop into a guymelef.

AI, what are you on?

Character Growth: As the series progresses, Relena's character becomes more relatable and her determination to create a peaceful world resonates with viewers. However, this character development took time to manifest and was not immediately evident in the early episodes.

You said that already. It didn't make sense the first time and it's not making sense now either. Who expects full character development in the first two episodes? ò_ô

It's important to note that over time, many fans came to appreciate Relena's character for her growth, complexity, and her role in exploring the series' themes of war, peace, and morality. She went from being disliked by some in the early episodes to becoming a more well-rounded and respected character by the end of the series. Viewer opinions about characters can often change as the story unfolds and characters undergo development.

Save the preaching.

The rest is correct mostly though. There are many out there who hated Relena when they first saw the show but found her tolerable to actually badass on a second rewatch after a couple of years had passed. It wasn't the end of the series though that made most people like her but Endless Waltz instead.

You still get an F for not mentioned rabid shippers at all, AI. That crap was an actual problem in this fandom. Thank Goodness that's over.

#gundam wing #relena peacecraft #relena darlian #this almost veers into polemic #which is needless in this fandom since most fans are adults so there is no drama here #usually I also don't go looking for 20 year old fights #but I was really curious to see if AI had been fed the utter crap show that had been early GW fandom #apparently not

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