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🏵️ independent together 🏵️

[Lucifer Morningstar x Reader]

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four]

[Word Count - 5.5k]

[Tags: Fluff, bit of angst sprinkled in, bit of Adam x Reader sprinkled in too, songfic, two songs this time!!]

[Notes: This is the last part, I don't wanna milk it lol. I put two songs in this part, mostly because I really wanted to give Adam a song. Also, yes, this part is, like, triple the size of the others, sorry to those who don't like long one shots. I got way more love for these than I thought I would, so thank you to everyone, it was so much fun. I literally was getting at least a hundred notifications a day lol, thanks again for all the love]

[Additional note: take a shot every time you read "independent together". I love the song, but HOLY SHIT are the lyrics repetitive, it was so hard to write in a way that flowed easily]

“Hey, bitch, you alright in there?”

You ignored the voice on the other side of the door. You didn’t dare crawl out of the safe space that was your blankets. The thought that he might be standing on the other side made your gut twist in fear, even if you knew that wasn’t the case. You didn’t dare risk it, even if you knew there was no way Adam and Lucifer would be standing side by side outside your room.

Adam grumbled in annoyance at the lack of a response. Charlie had begged him to come check on you after you disappeared into your room days ago. You refused to open the door for anyone, not even Charlie, and the only person she thought could convince you to open up was Adam. He didn’t see the point in bothering, saying that they should just leave you be to mope, but Charlie insisted. So, here he was, against his will, checking on you.

As the silence drawled on, Adam rolled his eyes, grabbing your door handle and giving it a twist. It was locked, but locked doors meant little in Hell, applying just a tad bit more strength to twist it open. The door gave in, opening to reveal your bedroom.

You heard the door creaking open, shooting up out of your blankets. Glaring at your intruder, you're curled into the blankets, completely wrapped up in the only thing keeping you safe from Adam. Even though you knew he was completely harmless, you still didn’t feel comfortable being in the presence of anybody at all, not right now. Not after what you’d witnessed in Lucifer’s room.

“So, the fuck is up?” Adam asked as he threw himself down onto your bed, the bed creaking loudly from the sudden addition. He laid on his side, leaning his cheek on the palm of his hand, his masked eyes looking over at you curiously. He couldn’t deny that he too wondered what had suddenly got into you. You were fine the night they drank together. “You’ve been holed up in here for days, the bitch is starting to get worried.”

By “bitch”, you knew he meant Charlie. You knew she was worried; she had been coming up to check on you the last four days you had been isolated in your room. You would give her a short reply, saying you just weren’t feeling well, but you’d never open the door for her. Well, she’d certainly be able to come in now that Adam had broken the lock on your door. You’d have to ask Alastor to fix it, which you were not excited about.

“I’m fine,” You rolled your eyes in annoyance, turning to lay on your side and hide your face from Adam’s view. “I told Charlie I just wasn’t feeling well. Tell her not to worry, I’ll get over it soon.”

“Tell her yourself, bitch, get out of bed,” Adam said, laying on his back as he casually examined his nails, which had now turned into claws since his second death. You growled in annoyance, kicking him in the side, earning a pained cry from him. “What the fuck is your problem!? Being a little fuckin’ rude, aren’t ya? Even after I came up here to check on your ungrateful ass!”

“Maybe don’t break into people’s rooms, Adam!” You shouted, sitting up and glaring down at him. Adam huffed, crossing his arms as he sat up. He practically eclipsed you in size, especially as his wings ruffled in annoyance.

“What’s your deal? You were fine the other night, are you just pissy with me? Did I do something to piss you off?” He asked. You looked at him in surprise, eyes wide.

You didn’t think about it until now, but that’s probably how it appeared to Adam and the others. You had spent another long night of drinking with Adam, only to suddenly close off the entire world, including Adam, with no explanation. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as you shook your head. “No, it wasn’t you, you didn’t do anything. It was...”

You paused, unsure if it was the right idea to tell Adam of all people what had happened. When Adam leaned in curiously, a brow raised, you decided it was too late to back out of telling him now. “It was Lucifer. He was... I found him singing, about me, about us...”

Adam looked down at you, confusion written across his face. “Singing about you? That’s fucking weird. He sounds totally into you, fucking gross.”

You winced at his harsh words, though you didn’t disagree. Lucifer was missing you; he had sung all about how much he missed you, how much it hurt him to see you again. You found it somewhat pathetic that he was hurting, when he was the one who abandoned you. It was his fault he was missing you.

Your anger revitalized, you clenched your fists as you huffed. “I know. It’s honestly pathetic; he’s the one who cheated! He shouldn’t be surprised I’m not going back to him.”

“Woah, wait, what?” Adam grabbed your shoulders, looking down at you in pure shock. It took you a minute to process why he was so surprised, when it occurred to you that Adam didn’t know. It had completely slipped your mind that you hadn’t told anyone the actual connection you had with Lucifer. As far as everyone else knew, you two just used to be close friends. Nobody knew you were actually married.

Your throat dried at the realization, tripping over words as you tried to come up with an explanation. Adam immediately saw through your lies, gripping your shoulders tighter, demanding the truth. You chuckled nervously, leaning away from him, although unable to escape his grip.

“We, ah... Lucifer and I were actually married before everything happened. He cheated on me and left me for Lilith...” You spoke, hoping and praying to anyone that would listen that this didn’t get back to Charlie. You should have known Adam better though. He was going to make this a huge deal.

“No fucking way,” Adam released you, placing a hand on his head as he came to terms with the bombshell information. “No fucking way. This is perfect.”

You raised a brow in confusion, wanting to question him, but you had no time to voice your thoughts as you were ripped out of your bed. You yelped in surprise as Adam squeezed your wrists, bending over to have his face directly in front of yours.

“Let’s make him super fucking jealous,” Adam grinned from ear to ear, his mask visibly glitching with excitement. He could finally get back at Lucifer, take his revenge for stealing both of his wives. “Come on, it’s fucking genius. Little man stole both our lives from each other! He stole my wives, and cheated on you with them! So, wouldn’t it just be so perfect that we just happen to get a little too close, fuck around, and make him super jealous? It’d be the perfect revenge, and hey, you’ll get to dick around a little too with the Dickmaster.”

You cringed at the title he chose for himself, pulling back from him, but not strong enough to escape his grip. “I don’t know, Adam. I’m not into you like that. And I don’t want to catch Lucifer’s attention any more than I already have.”

“Come on, babe, everyone’s into me like that,” Adam scoffed, pulling you to him by the waist. “Let’s just give it a try! He likes to sing about you, huh? I wonder how much he’d like it if I sung about you.”

“W-Wait, Adam—”

Before you could resist any harder, Adam whisked you away, throwing you over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes as he flew back to the main hall, where everyone sat about in the lobby. You went limp against him, knowing there was little use in fighting the stubborn demon, a small chuckle escaping your lips. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have a little fun with the situation, as messed up as it was.

“Oh! Adam!”

You heard Charlie’s voice as Adam came to a stop in the center of the lobby. He set you down on your feet, turning to Charlie with a smirk. “Got the bitch out, no need to thank me, I know I’m the best.”

“Right...” Charlie gave him a forced smile. She turned her eyes onto you, about to ask you a question, when Adam spoke back up, ripping Charlie’s attention away and back onto him.

“So, listen, CharChar,” Adam smirked as his particular use of the nickname caught a certain Devil’s attention. “I just came up with a sick ass way to thank you for letting me freeload off you while I’m down here. Seeing as how you guys all love a sappy fucking song, I decided, why not have the First Man put on a little show? I’ve got the voice, I’m the best at what I do, it’d be the fucking best.”

Charlie’s eyes visibly lit up with excitement, Adam’s words surprising the other residents as well. The entire time Adam had been staying at the hotel, he refused to do anything for anyone, and especially refused to thank Charlie for allowing him to stay. Charlie had assumed his sudden change had occurred because of you, giggling excitedly at the thought. Finally, she was seeing some progress. Or so she thought.

“That’d be great! When would you like to do it?” Charlie asked, beaming up at him.

“Right fuckin’ now,” Adam smirked, grabbing her wrist. Charlie yelped in surprise as Adam dragged her toward the lobby steps, leading her toward the roof of the hotel.

With that, Adam had set up a very impromptu concert. You had tried to tell him that it was too much for a little bit of messing with Lucifer, but Adam was dead set on doing it. You didn’t even understand what a concert had to do with making Lucifer jealous because, as far as you knew, you weren’t even joining Adam in his little surprise concert. Adam didn’t tell you anything, just that he was going to have a little fun with the song.

Charlie had materialized a small stage on the roof of the hotel, the hotel’s bright lights lighting up the stage brilliantly. She was nearly bursting at the seams with excitement, so much so that Vaggie was having to calm her down somewhat. You looked at Charlie with a brow slightly raised, almost concerned for the woman, before your gaze drifted onto a person standing in the back. Lucifer.

You knew he was only up here because Adam had led Charlie up here. Lucifer didn’t trust Adam a single bit, barely letting the demon out of his sight sometimes. In fact, the only times where Lucifer wasn’t watching Adam like a hawk was when Adam was with you. The thought made you frown, huffing as you walked up to the stage where Adam stood, tuning his angelic guitar.

“Hey, Adam,” You called out, trying to get his attention without earning others’ unwanted attention. Adam looked down at you, before smirking and walking up to the edge of stage you leaned against.

“Wassup, babe?” He asked, sitting down. You hummed, your finger pressing into the wood of the makeshift stage, pulling at one of the jagged chips.

“Are you sure this is a good idea? It’s going a little far just to make Lucifer jealous...” You muttered. Adam scoffed, his eyes rolling heavily enough to be seen even through his digital mask.

“Come on, this is our revenge! This is our way of getting back at that midget for fucking our relationships up. He’s a little cheater and a wife stealing asshole. Let’s just have fun with this!” Adam exclaimed, grinning widely, baring his fangs.

Before you could reply, Adam stood up, pulling his guitar up to rest on his shoulder. His movements as he walked to the center of the stage caught the attention of the little audience, everyone’s eyes landing on him. You huffed, stepping back to stand next to Charlie as Adam spoke up.

“You guys ready to have your fuckin’ panties blown off by my sick skills!?” Adam yelled, getting excited himself. Not only had it been a long time since he got to play any music, but it was all to fuck with Lucifer. This was the best kind of music. “Let’s do this shit!”

Adam strummed the strings of his guitar, making an almost bursting sound, before easing into a slow tune. You looked up at him in surprise, not aware that he could make any music that wasn’t just loud noise and screaming. It sounded shockingly good, almost like he planned this, and you knew he hadn’t.

“Nothing is holding you back now,” Adam began, his voice soft, and lacking any of the curses he usually threw around. He looked down at you, winking and blowing a kiss, causing your face to warm up as you chuckled nervously. “No one can push you around.”

“What do you wanna do? You’re the master of you,” Adam stepped closer to the edge of the stage, his eyes trained completely on you. He reached his hand out to you, surprising you as you hesitantly took it. “And isn’t the thought enough to lift you off of the ground?”

Adam yanked you up off the ground, pulling a squeal out of you as he threw you into the air. A pair of wings sprouted from your back, the lights of the hotel and the city shining all around as you floated high above everything. Looking down at Adam, he gave you a large grin and a thumbs up, making you giggle.

“Nothing,” You sang along, a grin spreading across your face. “Is holding me back now. No one can push me around.”

Landing next to Adam, you looked up to the taller demon with a beam, your lips tugged upward into a smile. “What do I wanna be? I’m the master of me, and isn’t the thought enough to lift me off of the ground?”

Your wings flapped in sync with Adam’s as you both lifted off the stage, mimicking each other’s smiles. Adam took the lead, leaning into you as he sang.

“We could be independent together, independent together, we can fly,” Adam leaned his back against yours, your wings pressed together, moving together as one. “Independent together, independent together,”

You looked up to Adam with wide, awestruck eyes, your genuine smile a sight to see. Adam had been the only one to make you smile like that in a long, long time, and he knew it. It made something within him flutter to life, something he hadn’t felt in a just as long time. Genuine happiness. He truly enjoyed singing with you.

“Independent together, you and I,” Adam shot you a smile, making you giggle as you pulled away from his back.

Adam looked back to you in surprise, his eyes widening as two more pairs of wings sprouted from your back. A halo formed above your head, its form in the shape of a crown on your head. Its white coloration immediately drew attention as your hair fluffed out, much like that of a seraphim. Your bright blue eyes shone brightly, matching the new pairs of eyes that dotted your body and wings, your clawed hand reaching out to Adam.

Adam looked up at you in shock, no doubt unaware of what status you had been as an angel. You giggled as he hesitantly took your hand, momentarily awestruck by your transformation. He quickly recovered though as he pulled you to him, holding your angelic form against his own demonic body.

“High above an endless sea,” Adam’s face leaned in closer, his breath fanning your face. You smiled up at him, leaning into his hold, letting him guide you. “No one brought us here but me. Every step and every choice...”

His body turned, squeezing your hand as he pulled you along. Backs pressed together; you fell downward back to the stage. “It’s my fault, it’s my thought, it’s my words, it’s my voice,”

Landing on the stage with an explosion of light, you let out a giggle as you used your own angelic magic to summon a matching bass to play along with Adam. Adam’s face visibly lit up as you began singing and playing along, your voice taking on a more angelic sound.

“Independent together, independent together, if we try,”

You and Adam leaned in, your smiles lighting up the stage as you sang together, perfectly in sync. “Independent together, independent together, independent together, you and I,”

You had completely forgotten the whole point of this impromptu concert at this point. You forgot that there was an audience, that the rest of the world surrounded you. In the bright lights of the city and hotel, you could only see Adam before you, his face progressively getting closer.

“Independent together, independent together, we can fly,” Your six wings spread out, your eyes glowing with exhilaration. You didn’t notice just how few inches apart your face was from Adam’s, nor did you see just how that affected the Devil that caused this whole concert to begin with.

“Independent together, independent together,” Your hand reached out to Adam, your palm pressing against his masked face as you looked into his eyes. He could have sworn you were looking straight through his mask and into his eyes with how you were holding eye contact, getting lost in each other’s eyes. “Independent together, you and I,”

Your wings slowed to a stop as you and Adam landed. You leaned your forehead against his, surprised as he returned the gesture full heartedly, nearly leaning into you as the song slowed to a stop.

“Independent together, you and I...”

You looked up to Adam in both surprise and excitement. Adam held the same exact expression, as if surprised by how carried away they had gotten. Laughter bubbled from within you as the bass you held disappeared, jumping into Adam’s arms with a squeal. Adam chuckled as he held you up, spinning around, before setting you down.

“That was fucking awesome, babe!” Adam exclaimed, throwing his arms up in exaggeration. You chuckled at his reaction, before remembering that you had an audience. You turned your attention to see their reactions, your eyes widening.

Tears streamed down Lucifer’s face as he stood in the very front of the small crowd. He looked up to you with a desperate, almost pleading look. Charlie called out to him with a worried tone, snapping him out of his daze as he roughly rubbed his sleeve across his face, whipping around and storming off without a single word.

“Dad, wait! What’s wrong!?” Charlie yelled, watching as he slammed the door behind him, disappearing into the hotel. A loud burst of laughter caught her attention as she turned around to see Adam completely doubled over, struggling to contain himself and breathe.

“D-Did you see his fucking face? We broke him,” Adam stuttered through his laughter, wiping away a fake tear from his mask. He stood up straight, turning to see your reaction, his laughter coming to an abrupt halt as he saw the distraught look on your face.

“Wait a minute,” Charlie held her hands up, shaking her head in disbelief as she approached the stage you and Adam stood atop. “You mean you did that on purpose? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Come on,” Adam groaned in annoyance, jumping down onto the floor before Charlie. “We were just messing around. We wanted to get a little revenge for Luci ruining our relationships.”

“What?” Charlie’s brows furrowed in confusion, turning her attention to you as you stepped down from the stage, your angelic form disappearing in a flash of gold. “What is he talking about? What relationship?”

You stilled at Charlie’s words. It seemed your hesitation caught the others’ attention, Charlie leaning in closer as she glared down at you. You growled in annoyance, turning your irritation on Adam. “Come on! They weren’t supposed to know!”

“Oh, shit, my bad,” Adam held up his hands defensively, stepping back from you. Your attention was shifted back to Charlie as she urged an explanation from you, making you sigh in frustration.

“Ch-Charlie, there was a reason I never said anything. I didn’t want to get in between you and your family, even if Lucifer and Lilith are split up. I didn’t want you to be mad at Lucifer, I—”

“What are you saying?” Charlie cut you off, confusion written across her face. She didn’t understand. She didn’t want to understand, but she was already beginning to get somewhat of an idea. She knew what Lucifer did to you, abandoning you in the garden and running away with Lilith. But she didn’t even imagine that there was a whole other layer to it. She didn’t want it to be.

“Charlie... Your dad and I were married,” You spoke softly, as if scared your words might harm her, scar her. She loved her father deeply and held him up on a high pedestal. She would often talk about how her parents met, and how she loved their love story, even if they were split up. You couldn’t bear to ruin that image, even if you were mad at Lucifer.

Charlie’s eyes widened as she froze up. It almost felt as though her heart came to a halt in her chest, stilling the blood in her body. “Wh-What?”

“I kept it a secret because I didn’t want to ruin the image of Lucifer that you have. Please don’t be mad at him, I—”

“How could I not be mad!?” Charlie exclaimed. You looked up at her in surprise, your eyes going wide. You didn’t think you’d ever heard Charlie yell in the time you had spent in Hell. You almost didn’t think she was capable of getting genuinely angry.

“All my life, I thought mom and dad had a perfect relationship,” Charlie paced back and forth, pulling her hair by the roots, something that had become a habit in times of stress. “Even when mom left, dad still stayed loyal, he wore her ring, he didn’t try to move on. I-I can’t believe he would do that! He’s such a fucking asshole!”

“Babe, calm down...” Vaggie tried to plant Charlie in place, placing her hands on Charlie’s chest to keep her from pacing. Charlie growled in annoyance, sidestepping Vaggie as she continued to walk her anger off.

“And you! How could you stay quiet about this?” Charlie looked down at you with a pleading look. “I deserved to know what kind of a man my dad is. I should have known what he did to you, what he...”

Charlie trailed off, hiding her face in her hands. Her body shook slightly, the telling sign of the turmoil that lay just beneath the surface. Your heart broke at the sight of Charlie struggling to keep herself together, stepping toward her as you gently grabbed her wrists.

Pulling her hands away to reveal her sorrowful face that had been soaked in tears, you gave her a soft smile, your thumbs caressing the palms of her hands to try and calm her. Charlie had been the only person aside from Adam to be friendly to you, the only demon down here that truly cared for you. You couldn’t stand to see her breaking down, not over something that was between you and Lucifer.

“Charlie, despite what Lucifer did to me, he’s still a good person. He’s spent the last ten thousand years trying to make up for what he’s done, to make up for his past mistakes. I don’t want you to be mad at him, not when he’s putting so much effort into making a change,” You dropped Charlie’s hands to move to her shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “Besides, isn’t the whole point of the hotel to atone and become a better person?”

Charlie’s eyes seemed to widen at that, as if remembering her whole mission with the hotel. A soft chuckle bubbled within her, lifting her hand to wipe away the stray tears that remained. “Yeah, you’re right.”

Charlie pulled you into a hug, momentarily surprising you before you returned it in full, holding her tightly. You felt her sigh shakily against you, releasing the remainders of her stress, before pulling away with a renewed smile.

“You know, if you keep making progress like this, you’ll be redeemed in no time,” She said, making you chuckle. But your laughter died down as you turned your attention back to the door that Lucifer had stormed through not too long ago.

“Maybe you should go check on him,” You said, gesturing toward the door. Charlie’s eyes followed your own, a soft hum on her lips as she mulled over it. She couldn’t help but still be slightly upset over the reveal of her father’s infidelity, having to remind herself that the whole point of her mission was to forgive those who did wrong.

She looked down at you with a smile, holding her hand out for you to take. “Could you come with me?”

You looked up to her, bright blue eyes going wide. You weren’t entirely sure you were ready to talk yet, still afraid that you might give in to your emotions and give him another chance. You were still afraid that he would take advantage of your weak emotional state and hurt you again.

But the look Charlie gave you promised that she wouldn’t allow her father to hurt you, never again. So, despite your better judgement, you trusted her, placing your hand, and your emotional security, in her own.

Leading you back into the hotel, you and Charlie went out to search for Lucifer. Finding his bedroom to be empty, the two of you made your way down into the lobby, surprised to find him just about to leave. Charlie called out to him, surprising him as he whipped around, a forced smile on his face.

“Ah, Charlie! I was just about to head out, I—”

Lucifer cut himself off upon seeing you beside Charlie. The forced smile immediately dipped into a frown, but he stayed in place as you and Charlie approached. He wanted more than anything to disappear from the world and never been seen again, especially as he felt your cold blue eyes meet his own.

“Dad, there’s something we should talk about,” Charlie began, before taking a deep breath and looking at you. “Something you should talk about.”

You looked up to her nervously, your heart thundering in your chest, especially as Charlie released your hand and stepped back, leaving you to stand alone before Lucifer. Your gaze landed on his eyes, bright red irises that you had always found alluring. You opened your mouth to say something, Lucifer doing the same, but nothing came out, no words were spoken. You could only look away, casting your stare onto the floor.

Charlie seemed to notice the thick, tense air between you two, sighing deeply. A small smile pulled at her lips as her soft voice filled the lobby, catching the attention of you both. ��Why don’t you talk to each other?”

Charlie stepped toward you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder and back, pushing you toward Lucifer. Both yours and Lucifer’s eyes widened at the sudden close proximity as Charlie continued. “Why don’t you talk to each other? Just give it a try,”

Charlie grabbed her father’s hand, Lucifer’s eyes stuck glued to yours, giving you an almost fearful look. He jumped in his skin as he felt Charlie place his hand in yours, the touch of your corrupted angelic skin the exact same as he always remembered. “Why don’t you talk about what happened? I know you’re trying to avoid it, but I don’t know why,”

“You might not believe it,” Charlie gave you a reassuring smile as she stepped back, leaving you in the presence of Lucifer. You glanced at the hand where you were connected with him, unable to help the heat that rushed to your cheeks, or the tears that began to well in your eyes. “You might not believe it, but you got a lot in common, you really do,”

“You both love me, and I love both of you...”

Lucifer sighed, his hand squeezing yours gently, taking in the way your soft palm felt under his thumb. He looked away, taking in a shaky breath as he forced his voice to work for him. “Look, if I were you, I’d hate me too.”

“I don’t hate you...” You muttered, keeping your gaze on the floor as you held back your tears. Your throat squeezed tightly, trying to keep everything tightly wound up inside you, trying to hold yourself together.

“Why not?” Lucifer looked up to you with wide eyes, as if begging you to hate him. Because it’d be easier for him to come to terms with you hating him, than for him to accept that you’ve moved on and don’t care anymore. “Y-You should hate me, you should want me dead,”

You looked up to him in surprise, a stray tear escaping your eyes as you chuckled, your cheeks crinkling slightly. “I guess this place is just rubbing off on me. I got so tired of being mad, I just couldn’t bring myself to fight you anymore. I would rather just forgive you and move on.”

“B-But—” Lucifer cut himself off, tears brimming in his eyes. He deserved to be hated, he was the most hated being in existence. It simply wasn’t fair, he hated that you forgave him before he forgave himself. He couldn’t forgive himself. He would never be able to.

His eyes widened as he felt your hand on his cheek, wiping away the tears that he hadn’t realized escaped. He looked up to you in shock, trying to understand what was going through your head, why you were doing the things you did, the things that made him miss you even more.

“If you wanted to, we could move on together. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to trust you again, but I trust Charlie, and I know she won’t let me get hurt here,” You chuckled softly, looking over at Charlie with a smile, before turning your attention back to Lucifer as you stepped closer to him. “You’ve raised a wonderful person, Lucifer. She’s the entire reason why I can forgive you. She’s the reason why I want to move on with you.”

Lucifer stared up into your angelic eyes, his body shaking as tears streamed down his face. He squeezed his eyes shut, crashing into your arms as he held you like his life depended on it. “More than anything,”

He looked up to you, his eyes glimmering in the lights of the hotel, his lips pulling into a soft smile. “I’d love it more than anything.”

You giggled, grabbing hold of his hands, pulling him to a slow dance. Lucifer was practically beaming at you now, his tears streaming freely down his face as he chuckled, following along.

Charlie couldn’t help the smile that graced her face, watching the scene before her unfold as she continued to sing, wiping away the tears that had fallen from her eyes as well. “I know you both need it, I know you both need it,”

“Someone who knows what you’re going through,”

Your laughter filled the room as Lucifer spun you around, the sound making his heart flutter. A chuckle escaped his lips, before he too was laughing, getting lost in the sounds of your joy. A sound he’d missed for far longer than he realized.

“You might not believe it, you might not believe it, but you got a lot in common, you really do,”

Your feet slowed to a stop as you looked down into Lucifer’s eyes, your hands moving to cup his cheeks. You leaned in, resting your forehead against his own, strands of your hair tickling his face. You felt him wrap his arms around your neck, his breath fanning your face as he sighed.

“You both love me, and I love both of you...”

“You have no idea how much I missed this,” Lucifer said, looking into your bright blue eyes. You smiled, moving to pull him into a hug.

“You have no idea how much I missed you,” You muttered against his shoulder, basking in his presence. Perhaps this was the happy ending you had waited so long to get. It wasn’t perfect, but nothing was. Not even angels were perfect, as you had found out. But now, you wouldn’t have things any other way. Because now, you were finally happy. You could start anew, with the new friends you’ve made, with Lucifer. You were finally ready to let him back in.

“You both love me, and I love both of you...”

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absurdthirst · 11 months

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Simple As That {Marcus Pike x F!Reader}

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Internalized homophobia/bi-erasure, actually homophobia, mentions of cheating, divorce, anxiety, panic, self doubt, Marcus being the best

Comments: Telling your boyfriend that you're bisexual when Pride month comes around isn't easy, especially when a friend is going through a horrible time because of their own sexual identity.

A/N: Happy Pride Month! 🌈 I know that I've had my own moments of panic and self-erasure and I'm sure a lot of you have as well. Be authentic to yourself. Live, laugh, love whoever you wish. Just know that I love you for who you are.

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You’ve talked yourself out of this conversation for so long, you wonder if it’s even necessary. After all, what does it matter? You are with a man who is bright, funny, thoughtful and caring. One who is empathetic to your hectic life, because he has his own full plate, and never seems to mind when you just don’t have the social battery to go out. He even asks if you have the energy to let him take care of you, or if he should spend the night at his own apartment. In short, Marcus Pike is perfect.

Still, guilt hangs over you like a shroud, weighing you down and making you bite your lip when the topic is brought up or even represented on tv. Like there is a big neon sign flashing over your head that screams ‘LIAR!!’ in a pink, blue and purple hues.

You tell yourself that it doesn’t matter if you're bisexual. You are in a relationship with a man. Even though younger you would be completely pissed off by the fact that you are self-erasing a part of yourself that seemed so central to who you are.

You’re scared. You can admit that. You’ve seen how some of your friends' relationships have imploded when their sexuality was used against them. Hell, even now, Anthony’s marriage is dead, going through the nastiest divorce that you’ve ever seen with Charlotte accusing him of sleeping with every single one of his friends. Apparently the gym was code for a gang bang in the locker room, and he called her ‘Charlie’ because he wanted to pretend his wife was a man. It didn’t matter that she was the one who offered that nickname when they met three years ago, it was being used against him now as some sort of weird, homophobic proof of his infidelity.

Personally, you think she’s crazy and it was unlikely that the marriage would have lasted even five more years, but the viciousness of her accusations managed to dig into you. Permeate under your skin when you had heard what she had accused him of, how immediately Anthony was untrustworthy around anyone and everyone, all because he was bisexual. The fact that she had known this before they got married was irrelevant. It mattered now and it was crushing your friend.

Tapping your nail on the desktop calendar, you try to ignore the date. June first. The beginning of Pride Month. A month to celebrate who you are authentically. This month is different from the rest since you have gotten serious with a gorgeous FBI agent with a boyish smile.

Instead of some kind of Pride event, you’ve penciled in a date with him. Knowing that he will be eager to see you since the latest case had taken him out of town for nearly two weeks. Two weeks of self doubt and second guessing. Two weeks of dealing with the fallout of Anthony’s marriage crumbling, since he is sleeping on your couch - even though it’s ironic she’s not accusing him of sleeping with you. Two weeks of deciding that you should never tell Marcus about that side of yourself and then chastising yourself in the same single breath.

It doesn’t matter if you never kiss another girl again. Never sleep with one. That Marcus is the only person that you are intimate with for the rest of your life. You are bisexual. You are sexually and romantically attracted to both men and women. It doesn’t matter that on the outside you appear as a heteronormative couple, you’re not. Because you’re not. To deny that would be to deny a huge part of yourself.

You sigh softly and consider canceling. Hiding away for the next few days, hell, maybe even the entire month. Just so you don’t have to be out with Marcus around the flags or the events that were planned throughout the city for the entire month. Pretending it doesn’t exist.

Your phone lights up, buzzing as a picture of Marcus pops up. It was one that you had snapped while he was trying, and failing to cook dinner about a month ago. Looking adorably flustered, it had become his contact picture and it makes you smile every time you see it.

You smile this time too, but it’s a nervous smile. Picking up the phone and trying to ignore the way that your stomach rocks and rolls like the waves of a turbulent sea, you answer. “Hey, babe.” You hum, hoping you sound completely normal to your boyfriend.

“Hey.” Marcus always sounds like he’s excited to hear your voice, the warm, buttery sound of his greeting relaxing you a bit and making the smile turn a bit brighter. “I just landed and wondered if I could come over.”

It’s completely Marcus to want to drop everything and rush over to see you. Despite the fact that he might be exhausted from traveling, or working nonstop over the two weeks. Only one of the reasons that he didn’t know about your houseguest. You hadn’t wanted to talk to him about it over the phone since you couldn’t see his face. Watch his eyes as you explain.

“How about I come to your place?” You ask, glancing back at the little flag that Anthony had stuck in your pen organizer. The lines of the damn thing mocking you, although you know why he is stubbornly being prideful about Pride month this year. “We can relax, and you can sleep in your own bed for the first time in two weeks.” Although you might not be sleeping beside him.

Marcus groans, and you can tell that he likes that idea. “I’ll pick up some take out on the way home.” He agrees quickly, so you know that he was offering to come over simply because he felt like it was the right thing to do. “See you in half an hour?”

“Half an hour.” You agree, ending the call and trying not to feel sick about something that should be so easy. It’s not, but you need to tell him.

****

“I’ve really missed you.” Marcus leans in to kiss you softly. Food consumed and he looks infinitely more relaxed after a quick shower and tossing on some of his oldest, comfiest sweats. Leaning into you on the couch and you can see that spark of desire in his eyes. It’s easy to see and you bite your lip, determined to tell him before anything else happens tonight.

“Anthony’s getting divorced.” You blurt out, making him pause as he leans in. “He’s been staying on my couch for the past two weeks.”

“Shit.” Marcus frowns and leans back, his brows pulled in slightly and he sighs. “Is he okay? What happened?”

You don’t want to tell him the details, knowing that it’s not your place to say anything to him about Anthony’s sexuality since you don’t know if it’s ever been brought up before with Marcus around. He knows your friends and likes them, but it’s not like everyone is talking about who they are attracted to. Everyone is in committed relationships except for a few who are serial daters. “They- Charlie thinks Anthony is cheating.”

Marcus’ eyes widen and he shakes his head. “Damn.” He huffs. “I hope that’s not true, I doubt it is, from what I gathered, he seemed pretty damn committed to Charlie.”

“He is- was.” You correct. “But there’s no going back now. Not with what’s been said.” It was sad, the things that were hurled at him in anger or spite and you know it hurt him a lot. “He’s staying on my couch.”

“Okay.” Marcus nods quickly, reaching out and rubbing your arm. “Let me know if I can help in any way. Or…” He shrugs slightly. “I do have another bedroom. He can crash here instead of your couch.” He offers. “No offense to the sofa, it’s comfortable, but a bed is more comfy.”

You smile, shrugging slightly and nod. “I’ll tell him about your offer. It’s sweet, but he might say no.” You hum and Marcus tilts his head curiously but doesn’t ask why. He’s good about not prying. Especially for an FBI agent.

“It’s available.” Is all he offers before he scoots closer to you. “So I want to take you out.” He starts. “But I wanted to make sure that it was okay before I surprise you with it.”

That’s unusual for Marcus. He tends to like grand gestures and this makes you look at him curiously. “Oh?”

“There’s an event this weekend. And I always go to it every year and I was wondering if you would come with me.” He tells you, keeping his dark eyes on yours and you feel the dread that has been in your stomach all afternoon start to slowly ebb under the weight of his soft expression.

“What’s that?” You wonder if it’s some kind of work event. Or even a marathon. Marcus has been groaning about needing to start running again. Apparently he has been running marathons every year, at least one, since he was in college. The beer runs had turned into more respectable 5 and 10ks.

“Pride.” Marcus ventures, his brows raising up and he looks a little nervous. “There’s a pub crawl this weekend and I just always go to something, and I thought that it might not be as….large as the parade and I thought you might like to go…and if you don’t, that’s okay, but-” Marcus is rambling, something that you notice that he does when he is worried about what you might say so he feels the need to provide more details or arguments that back up his ‘case’ so to speak.

Your own sense of having water poured over your head washes over you and you reach out. “Marc.” Touching his hand makes him freeze mid rambling sentence and you let the silence hange between you for a moment. You don’t ask a question, but you’re sure that your eyes are begging him to explain.

“I just- I thought you might like to go since, well, yeah.” He blows out a breath and shakes his head. “I thought that since you are bisexual, you might like to go? Unless you don’t celebrate pride and your boyfriend is being incredibly insensitive? If that’s the case, I’m so sorry.”

“You know?” Your eyes widen and abject horror is probably spreading across your features even though you can’t even feel anything other than your thundering heart. “H-how do you know?” Who told him, how did he find out? Did he go through your phone one night to find the small stash of porn you had saved for those nights when you wanted to think about a woman. Fantasy isn’t cheating, you’ve always believed that, and you know that Marcus has his own porn habit, but how does he know?

Marcus frowns, confusion clouding his face and he shakes his head. “I- was I not supposed to know?” He asks quietly, his hand sliding back to rest on the back of the sofa to give you space if you needed it.

“I just don’t- who told you?” You don’t feel like any of your friends have said anything, but who knows? Your stomach feels like every bite of your dinner is going to come up.

His look of confusion deepens and he shakes his head. “Babe…..you told me.” He tells you, completely confused as to why you seem so upset.

“I told you?” You demand, voice creeping up. “When did I tell you?”

“Our first date.” He shakes his head and holds up his hands. “Babe, what’s wrong?” He asks, obviously confused over your reaction to this conversation.

“I didn’t tell you on our first date.” You argue. “I would never just come out and say ‘oh by the way, I’m bisexual’.” You know that you’re getting emotional, but you can’t help yourself. You’ve been torturing yourself for a long time about this.

“Woah, babe.” Marcus raises his hands and speaks soothingly. “I’m not understanding. On our first date, you told me about breaking up with ‘Sam’.”

“Sam is a boy’s name.”

“You called her Samantha at one point during the story.” He tells you.

Your mouth drops open because Sam was Samatha and you hadn’t even noticed the little slip of the tongue. But he apparently had. “Oh.”

He doesn’t try to make you feel dumb, instead he just waits for you to speak again.

“Why do you go to pride?” You ask quietly, unable to meet his eyes.

Marcus gently cups your chin, tilting your head so you are looking at him again. Smiling softly at you, no judgment in his eyes. “Because I’ve had a lot of friends who are in the community and it’s important for me to support them.” He explains. “Just like it’s important for me to support my girlfriend.”

“Simple as that?” You ask, surprised that he doesn’t have questions, hasn’t questioned you about this before now or voiced doubts about your sexuality or faithfulness. Although maybe you shouldn’t be surprised. Marcus is a very thoughtful, rational man. Suddenly you don’t feel anxious at all, a little sheepish for your internal crisis, but the anxiety has melted away into utter affection for the man in front of you.

“Simple as that.” Marcus promises, leaning in to kiss you softly.

#pedro pascal #marcus pike #marcus pike x f!reader #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike imagine #marcus pike the mentalist #happy pride 🌈#pride 2023

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skaldish · 5 months

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re: the last ask you responded to, I love the description of your relationship with Loki so much! It sounds exactly like what I'm seeking in relationships with deities. I would love to hear more about how you developed a connection that is so playful and fun, and what that looks like in day to day life (whatever you're comfy sharing of course). It just made my heart so happy, like I could feel both of you smiling as I read :)

Well, to be honest, I befriended Loki purely by accident.

Years ago, before life got hard and my creativity was sapped dry, I used to write tons of original fantasy stories. By extension of this, I also made tons of OCs.

One day in 2014, I decided I wanted to create a character who was the epitome of a magnificent bastard—an absolute conniving, rakish, and hilarious sonofabitch—and after months of trial and error I finally struck on an energy.

I was ecstatic to finally get the character down, but as time went on I noticed he seemed to do what characters normally don't do and act outside of my own whims and desires, like he was autonomous. He gave me no inspiration for his story, but tons inspiration for hijinks we'd get up to together (which I would then draw pictures about). He would also sometimes just...leave my head for days or weeks on end before returning. All of it actually weirded me out for a bit, but ultimately the joy of the relationship outweighed my fear of not really knowing what was going on.

But this ignorance couldn't last forever, and three years lafer my character revealed himself as Loki. To say this broke my brain is an understatement; it shattered my concept of reality, and rebuilding it was legitimately one of the hardest, scariest periods of my life.

So it wasn't all playful fun. There was an initiation involved. And the strife it caused nearly convinced me to kick Loki from my life for good.

These days I understand my cluelessness was actually what saved our relationship. There's no way I would have interacted with Loki on the basis of who he is, had I known he was a god. I would have interacted with his role as deity, rather than his personhood.

I guess the trick to fostering relationships like this one, is to interact with deities as people, first and foremost—people who have their own opinions, agency, values, and personalities that aren't beholden to archetypes or societal roles. Interact with them on the basis of who and how they are in relation to you, rather than as deities, archetypes, and/or allegorical devices.

Likewise, avoid slotting yourself in a role in relation to them. You are likewise a person, and not a societal role or archetype. Communicate your genuine thoughts and feelings. Be yourself, however you may be in that moment.

And then see what comes of it.

I did not (and do not) intentionally craft my relationship with Loki to be playful. Our relationship is playful because we play together, and we play together because we enjoy it.

I likewise did not intentionally craft my relationship with Eochu Bres (minor Irish deity, Brigid's husband) around discussions of philosophy and magic. We end up discussing these things because they're topics we're excited by and enjoy talking about together.

While I do have more cordial interactions with deities I don't know very well, even these are still rooted in being genuine. I don't hide how I feel (which is very often "shy and awkward") but this seems preferred over any performances, no matter how lavish.

So yeah. Be yourself, not who you think you need to be to please them.

#answered #deity work #lokean #spirit work

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feelbokkie · 8 months

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Ephemeral Love | Chapter 14

pairing: Seungmin x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, university au, right person wrong time, minor character death

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: suggestive (pg-13), swearing, mention of food

summary: Does love last forever, or is it fleeting? For university juniors Kim Seungmin and Seo Y/n, it's love at first sight but sometimes you meet your soulmate at the wrong time.

word count: 1,112 (unedited)

screenshot count: 14

a/n: shorter chapter

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"The whole point of breakfast in bed is you being in bed," Seungmin pouts next to you.

"I'm sorry, next time I have to go to the bathroom, I'll risk getting a UTI. That or you tie me to the bed." You suggest, taking another bite of your breakfast.

"That last part sounds like it could work, a fun idea." Seungmin places a kiss on your jaw.

"Down, boy. I already have to reconsider my entire outfit for today because of you and your fun ideas." You gently press a kiss on his cheek and take a sip of coffee.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Seungmin smirks as the back of his index finger softly strokes your neck, going over the love bite on your neck. It's the only one currently visible, the others hidden by Seungmin's shirt that you slept in and your sweatpants.

"How can you be both so endearing and lascivious at the same time?"

"It's part of the Kim Seungmin charm. Now hurry up and finish eating so you can open your presents."

"You're bossy too."

"Less talking, more eating." Seungmin takes a sip of his orange juice, the only part left from his breakfast. He's always eaten faster than you.

When you got to Seungmin's apartment after your dinner with your parents, he decided to keep his promise of showering you with kisses and cuddles. Luckily for you, Hyunjin's birthday gift to you was giving you and Seungmin the room for the night as he slept on the couch. Unfortunately, Seungmin ended up getting carried away and now you can't wear the crop top and shorts you had planned on wearing when you go out with Felix later without risking shamed looks from onlookers at the mall. He may look like a dog, but after last night, you're concerned he might be a leech.

You finish eating your pancakes and wipe your mouth clean. Seungmin had gotten up early about an hour before you did and snuck out to decorate the living room and make you breakfast. He's cooked for you a few times in the past 3 months you've known him, but somehow your birthday breakfast was the best thing he's ever made.

"You missed a spot," Seungmin says.

"Where?" You take the napkin and wipe your face again.

"Here," Seungmin quickly leans in and places a kiss on your lips, throwing you off guard.

He pulls away and then licks his lips.

"Mmm, syrup." He hums as he leans over the side of the bed.

"You're bold this morning," You blink.

"I can be bolder if you want." He says, coming back from the side of the bed with a neatly wrapped gift.

"Really? Because your ears are the color of a fire hydrant right now." You tease.

"Oh shut up," he places the present on your lap, "open this."

You pick up the heavy package and flip it over, carefully peeling back the purple wrapping paper. Seungmin waits patiently as you unwrap your gift. You pick the pace when you see the back of a book, curious as to what it could be. You finish unwrapping the present to reveal two books.

"Wait," You gasp, shocked to find a beautiful copy of Gray's Anatomy: The Anatomical Basis of Clinical Practice and a book on the history and medicinal properties of plants.

"I remembered you talking about how you wanted a copy of that textbook and how you were curious about all the ways that plants could be used medically during one of our study sessions. I wrote inscriptions in both of the books, but don't read those right now."

"Minnie, I--this textbook is expensive." You breathe as if you don't currently have $20,000 worth of birthday gifts from your parents sitting in the corner of his room.

"I have more expensive textbooks." He shrugs.

"Thank you, Seungmin. I mean it. You've already done so much with breakfast and decorating the living room, but thank you. I'll cherish these books for the rest of my life." You clutch the books to your chest and lean to kiss Seungmin on the lips. His lips soft and slightly sticky from the pancake syrup.

The books are the nerdiest gift anyone could have given you, but they are your favorite. You're already picturing where on your bookshelf you're going to put your books, next to a picture of you and Seungmin from your date at Lotte World.

"I'm glad you like your gifts, you dork." He laughs as you crack open the plant book, careful to avoid the page with the inscription.

"I love them. And I love you." You hum.

"I love you too. I'm going to wash our plates, have fun reading." He presses his lips to the top of your head before getting up from the bed and taking the breakfast tray out of the room.

***

Your head rests on Seungmin's chest as his arm is draped around your shoulder, gently stroking your arm. He's engrossed in a conversation with Felix about music. Changbin is busy talking to Minho and Hyunjin while Jisung and Jeongin are playing a game on the tv. Chan and your sister are nowhere to be found, they disappeared about 20 minutes ago and none of you wanted to know where they went off too.

"Did you drink too much, agi oli?" Changbin asks, pulling his attention to you.

"No, just enjoying the ambiance." You hum happily.

Jisung made himself the DJ for the party, playing all of your favorite songs while everyone socialized. Minho and Chan ended up helping Changbin cook dinner while everyone else got to know each other. You even caught Felix and Jisung talking in the corner of the room after both of them got a few drinks in them. Changbin had a conversation with Seungmin alone on the patio while you did karaoke with Jisung, Felix, and Jeongin. They were out there for so long, you were scared that Changbin had thrown Seungmin off.

Your birthday was almost like a crossover episode. Your two little families coming together to celebrate you. It was the most peaceful the apartment had been in weeks but also the most lively it had been in months. With all of your busy schedules, it was hard to get all of your roommates in one place for more than an hour. And the fact that you also got to do so with your sister, your new friends, and your boyfriend filled you with warm and fuzzy butterflies in your stomach. Although, that could also be the alcohol. Either way, you're happy and you don't want tonight to end.

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dilf-din · 1 year

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Suddenly

Chapter 2: Summer

Din Djarin x Florist!Reader

WC: 2850

Warnings: absolutely none, all fluff and domestic cuteness, no use of y/n but reader does have a nickname and is female presenting

A/N: I had so much fun with this one! Same as last time, this one is inspired by Venus by Sleeping at Last. Enjoy my loves 💖

Chapter 3

At first, I thought you were a constellation

I made a map of your stars, then I had a revelation

You're as beautiful as endless

You're the universe I'm helpless in

Soon after your arrival in town, Din took Grogu on another long bounty hunting trip. They packed what little they could fit in the N-1 and took off, Grogu now being his official apprentice and needing to learn the tricks of the trade. You were exceptionally busy during that time. The novelty of being a new shop filled your days with Nevarran people asking you rapid fire questions only sometimes about gardening, most of them were about your personal life. You didn’t mind the nosy old ladies though, it helped you feel like you were becoming a part of their community. Still, as busy as you were, your mind wandered to Mando and Grogu every now and again, wondering if they were safe on their travels. You didn’t even know they had left, you found out from Greef Karga one day when he came to check in on you. Your feelings weren’t hurt, you had only had one conversation, it’s not like they owed you a goodbye. Still, you looked forward to seeing them stroll through your door again.

Your greenhouse had been a revolutionary addition to the markets of Nevarro. The glass dome behind your shop had been carefully designed to support plants from different planets and biomes. The local vendors buying produce from you in bulk to add to their street foods or sell whole to hungry market goers. A lot of your time was spent tending to the small indoor fields that lay in the expansive room behind your shop. You decided you would need to hire some help soon, so one particularly busy morning after your quick lunch break, you stuck a help wanted sign in the front window, hoping to attract someone unafraid of getting their hands dirty.

Summer brought longer stretches of daylight, people staying out later than they had in the spring. You didn’t mind the extra foot traffic, there was no one waiting for you at home after all besides a pile of boxes temporarily housing your life. Tonight in particular though, you were exhausted. When the sun began to disappear beyond the lava plains, you reached for a broom to sweep up the stray stems and petals littering the floor. It wasn’t until you slowed for a second that you started to feel the ache in your bones from being on your feet all day. A heavy sigh left your lips when you heard the bell to the front door tinkle.

“We’re closed for the evening,” you called.

“Sorry, we can go,” a modulated voice called back to you.

“Wait!” You came around the corner to see Mando and Grogu standing in the entranceway.

“You guys can stay, I’m just cleaning up,” you smiled. “I’m glad to see you made it back safely.”

“I always do,” he said coolly.

You leaned down to greet Grogu, “Did you learn so much from your dad?”

He squealed and babbled out a response drawing a chuckle from Mando’s lips.

“Have you eaten?” he asked, lending you a hand to pull yourself up from your squat.

“Not yet, I’ve still got to finish sweeping up and locking up the register.”

“Here,” Mando said, reaching into his beat up brown satchel to retrieve a lidded container and a hunk of bread wrapped in a white, linen napkin. “I made some soup. The kid and I ate already. I noticed you were still here when I dropped our pucks off at Karga’s office. Eat, I’ll sweep up.”

“Thank you, Mando, that’s very kind of you,” you smiled taking a seat on the stool that sat tucked behind the counter. The lid popped off of the metal container with a hiss revealing a thick stew full of earthy spices. The smell made your mouth water. You wasted no time ripping off a piece of the bread to dip into the steaming liquid.

“It’s Din. My name is Din,” he said casually.

You couldn’t help but be perplexed by the man who stood in front of you. A wall of beskar decked out in weapons tending to a little child and sweeping your floors with a pink plastic broom. You knew as well as anyone that you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but still, he surprised you. The sound of the bristles across the tile floor followed by the pats of Grogu’s tiny feet shadowing his dad filled the otherwise comfortable silence. You were scraping the last bits of meat and broth out when Din emptied one final pile of leaves and dirt into the trash container.

“This is full, can I empty it for you? The dumpster is out back, right?”

“Din you don’t have to—“

“I know, I want to.”

You couldn’t see his face, but you could hear the smile playing on his lips as he spoke. When he left your shop the last time, you had looked up Mandalorian culture on your holopad before going to bed that evening. You remembered learning about them briefly in your studies, but they were a kind of traveler you didn’t see very often on Naboo. You learned of the fall of Mandalore, the different factions deducing that he must be a child of the watch who adhered to the creed. Realizing in that moment that you probably never see his face. It was a little sad to come to terms with, but you would never ask someone to contradict part of themselves to bend to what you wanted. You hoped he had people in his life that respected that part of him.

“Okay,” you said softly, “it’s out the right door of the greenhouse right through there,” you pointed.

He hefted up the heavy can with ease and disappeared through the greenhouse entrance. You took the time to finish counting down the register and slipping the money into the small safe below the counter for the evening. He returned a few minutes later, Grogu tucked into his arm.

“We took a look around, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” you smiled.

“When did your interest in plants start if you don’t mind my asking?”

You smiled wistfully, “When I was a little girl, my grandmother lived in the country in a beautiful stone cottage absolutely covered in flowers, most of them taller than me. I used to read there, tried to be still so butterflies would light on me. They almost never did, but they flocked to her. Anyway, I asked her to teach me and I tended her garden with her until she passed. When she finally did, I took that as my cue to go, find my own footing somewhere.”

“I take it that was recently then?”

“Just a few months,” you smiled sadly. “Anyway, I’m done in here, I don’t mean to keep you prattling on about butterflies.”

“I don’t mind, and you’re not keeping me. I wanted to walk you home if that was okay?”

Grogu was leaning hard against Din’s chest rubbing sleep out of his eyes with his little hands.

“I don’t want to keep you,” you nodded down at the child.

Din carefully settled him into the satchel that hung at his side. He folded the cloth your bread had been wrapped in and tucked it behind his head like a little pillow.

“He’s slept through worse,” he said softly rocking back and forth to create a gentle motion. The small action wedging its way into your heart.

You grabbed the empty soup container and tucked it into your own pack before grabbing your keys.

“I’ll wash this and bring it back to the shop tomorrow.” He started to protest and you held up your hand, “You cooked, let me do dishes,” you smiled. Din nodded as if to agree in the fairness of the arrangement.

You switched the lights off and Din held the door open for you to step out first. You murmured a “thank you” while you locked the door, giving it a good tug just to be sure.

“Karga said you were staying at the inn for the time being?” his feet falling into step with yours as you rounded the corner of the square.

“Yes, until the renovations are done in the space above the shop. Still a few plumbing issues to be sorted out. It’s hard to find people who know what to do with water on a planet made of lava,” you joked.

Neither of you acknowledged the crawling pace you were walking at, enjoying the other’s company too much to think about going to your own spaces and spending another night alone. The summer air was heavy with a dry heat. The sound of your footfall on the grey stones fell away to hushed steps on a dusty path as you crossed over into the old part of town. On the side of nearly every clay structure hung an old lantern flickering with a soft orange light, as if dusk had come down and planted a gentle kiss on her way to bed. The blush of intimacy coloring the streets as the moon and stars took their place in the sky above.

“You were one of six kids?” he asked almost incredulously.

“Mmhmm, I was right in the middle too, lost in the shuffle. Did you have any siblings?”

“Kind of,” he hesitated, “My story isn’t like a lot of others.”

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” you reassured softly, your hand resting on his forearm for a split second. The low heat of your touch causing his heartbeat to quicken.

You reached the entrance of the inn much quicker than either of you would have hoped.

“Thank you for everything, it’s nice to feel looked after.”

“I know what it’s like to be alone,” you both allowed a beat of silence before he continued, “I’ll stop by tomorrow to pick up some plants. I want to get started on our front yard.”

You smiled, “I would be more than happy to help you with that.”

“This looks nice on you,” he said so softly you almost missed it, his hand reached up to tug one of the hanging ends of the scarf he had given you. The smell of leather hitting your nose, the back of his hand just grazing your cheek. Until this moment you had forgotten you had it on. You had been using it as a bandana to tie your hair out of your eyes while you worked.

“You have good taste,” you smiled up at the dark visor before you.

He slowly pulled his hand back and you ached for another small touch.

“Well, I’ll let you get going,” you said, deciding you had kept him long enough.

“Good night, Milla,” he said retreating back down the dimly lit path.

“Good night, Din,” you almost whispered to yourself.

The sound of his name on your lips was enough to drive him mad. He had never been one to get caught up so quickly. Usually his better judgement sat at the steering wheel reminding him that his life was not one for a partner. But things had changed. He had a stable home now, a steady income, a future. As his boots kicked up small clouds of dust on his way back to the speeder bike parked on the edge of town, he wondered where you fit into the whole picture.

Making your way into the quiet building, you bade good evening to the innkeeper. She smiled at you over a book and gave a small wave as you made your way up the steep staircase to the top floor. The door latched in place as you kicked off your shoes. You hung your bag on the back of the chair that sat at the makeshift clay desk hanging off the wall in the corner, deciding a hot shower and a cup of tea before bed would help your aching muscles relax.

Looking in the ‘fresher mirror, a smile fell on your face as you admired the scarf again. A translucent black fabric adorned with silver stars. You untied it carefully and placed it on the small shelf that sat between the mirror and the sink. You liked having a piece of him with you, carrying it through the mundanity you were subjected to while he was off on his adventures. You found yourself caught in a place of longing for stability and freedom. Something about the mandalorian made you feel like he could give you both.

Sunrise came too quickly. The ache from yesterday’s work day now replaced with a stiffness from the thin mattress you were trying (but failing) to be thankful for.

You drew the blinds to allow the pink light to filter in and turned on the single cup caf maker that had come with your room. Most of your wardrobe was packed away still so you drew from a small pile of comfortable clothes, settling on a light blue, sleeveless tunic and khaki linen overalls. The big pockets easily held your shears and gloves. You stepped in the ‘fresher to straighten out your hair and grab your new favorite accessory. Today you tied it around your neck in a simple knot.

A simple breakfast of fruit and yogurt and a to-go cup of caf would have to do today. One of your vendors was scheduled to be there before open to unload a new shipment of pots. With a carefully packed bag and a full mug, you made your way out the door and down the steps as quietly as you could. No one was even at the front desk yet this early in the morning. The walk to your shop took much less time without your conversation partner to make your steps drag. The morning air was still holding onto a chill from the sun’s absence, sending goosebumps dancing down your arms as you let yourself into the storefront. The little stool behind your counter had become a home away from home. Spread out before you was your breakfast, planner, and holopad. You had your delivery schedule pulled up and we’re cross referencing your inventory taking lazy bites of yogurt in between check marks and highlights.

You’re not sure when it happened, but you started to doze off. You awoke some time later to the sound of the bell ringing out as the door swung open. You shot up from where you had slumped over the counter and quickly wiped the sleep from your eyes.

“Dal? Is that you?”

“Nope, sorry,” you heard Din’s voice respond as your eyes adjusted to the light.

Eyes flying to the clock, you cursed under your breath. “He never showed. I could’ve slept in today.” You groaned and leaned onto the counter again.

“Rough night?”

“Rough mattress,” you grumbled before righting yourself once more. “Sorry, you’re here for flowers aren’t you.”

Grogu hopped up onto the counter and cooed at you as he reached for a leftover piece of fruit you had in your container as if to ask for permission.

“Of course buddy,” you smiled softly, rubbing his head lovingly.

“You don’t have to apologize, cyar’ika,” Din said softly.

You cocked your head, “Was that mando’a?”

Din nodded.

“It’s pretty.”

“I wanted to get some flowering shrubs to plant out front. I was hoping you had something like that?”

“We’ve got a few options,” you smiled leading him into the greenhouse leaving Grogu to keep snacking on fruit.

“Thank you again,” Din said handing you the credits in exchange for the plants and fertilizer he had purchased. “I’ve got to go ahead and get these in the ground, we’re heading out again tomorrow.”

“Oh,” you said, trying to mask the disappointment your voice. “Well, these will need to be watered, I can stop by and check on them until you get back.”

“Thank you, that’s very kind. I’d hate to kill them immediately, I don’t have the greenest thumb.”

Your mouth turned up in a smile.

“Are you sure?”

He turned his head in confusion.

“Well you are his dad,” you said gesturing at Grogu.

“No. I’m not. He’s adopted,” he stammered, “But judging by your laughter I’m assuming you knew that.”

“Just a joke,” you smiled, your hand lighting on his forearm to give a small squeeze. “How long will you be gone?”

“Just a few days, Karga has a time sensitive puck but it’s only a few planets over.”

“Good, I worry when you’re gone too long. Well, you better get to digging. See you around stranger.”

He took your hand in his for just a moment, letting his gaze linger.

“See you around, cyar’ika.”

“You gonna tell me what that means?”

“Not yet,” he mounted his speeder and gave a small wave before disappearing down the grey street.

Mando’a translations

Cyar’ika: sweetheart

Taglist: @harriedandharassed

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian fic #din djarin fic

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drvirgus · 5 months

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The Idol who cant Smile

Minji X Fem! Reader

Description: You are the oldest Member of New Jeans, but Fans Never saw you Smile once. Why don't you Smile? Who's the Person that can bring back a smile to your Face?

Chapter 11:

"I'm sorry," I whispered softly, my face pressed into the pillow, our hands intertwined. Her arm wrapped around my waist as her body pressed closer against my back. I let out a deep breath, opening my eyes but staring blankly at the wall. I licked my lips slightly.

"You can break up with me if you want," I suddenly said after a moment of silence. Minji didn't respond at first. Confused, I furrowed my brow and turned to look at her. My breath caught as I watched her staring back at me, fully awake now. "You can bre-", i tried to repeat myself but she put her hand over my mouth gently, her eyes locked onto mine, a hint of tension in her jaw.

"I won't break up with you, Y/n," she replied, her tone serious. "So stop talking about it. You won't get rid of me that easily," she added with a small smile on her face.

Amused by her words, I let out a quiet snort, a barely noticeable smile playing on my lips. "But... I don't smile anymore," I said softly. Minji inched closer, her nose brushing against mine, her eyes still locked onto mine.

"I don't care. Smile if you want. Cry if you want. Don't let anyone tell you how or when to express your feelings. Not even me," she responded, each word causing my heart to race.

"How did I ever deserve you?" I asked softly, my hand resting on her as we cuddled. Minji smiled, her expression warm and loving.

"You're just being yourself," she replied.

This time, I shifted slightly, moving the younger one from her shoulder so that she was lying on her back. Minji's eyes widened as she watched me position myself over her. My heart raced in my chest as I looked down at her, my hand resting on her stomach. This was the first time I had taken the initiative. Usually, it was Minji who seduced me.

Minji visibly relaxed as she looked at me. "Y/n," she whispered softly as she sat up slightly, her arms wrapping around my hips to hold me close. Her eyes were fixed on me. But this time, I was bigger since I was sitting on her lap. I nervously swallowed as I felt her lips on my chin.

"M-Minji," I whispered as her lips continued to travel down to my jawline. I heard Minji shush me soothingly, and she let her lips move to my neck. My hands rested on her shoulders as I gripped her loose t-shirt between my fingers. My mouth was slightly open.

"Let me... take the lead today," I requested, and this seemed to surprise Minji. She paused her kisses on my neck and now looked at me with wide eyes. She hesitated visibly. "Are you... sure? I mean, if you really want to, okay," she said, letting out a sigh. "But only today..." She added, which made me laugh.

I nodded in agreement. Minji really loved having control. Control over every sound, every movement, every facial expression, and of course, control over my body. She knew exactly which buttons to push and how I would react. For Minji, I was an open book, where she could write a few lines herself.

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"Bunnies! Make some noise!" Hanni exclaimed with a wide smile just before the chorus of "Attention" began, and we moved in sync. My eyes met Minji's as she smiled at me while passing by. I nodded slightly and continued with the next dance step.

I noticed several people in the crowd holding signs, so I tried to read them. Many of them were asking me to smile. Annoyed, I just kept going, pretending I didn't see those signs. Then, I saw another sign that asked me to make a heart with a member of my choice.

I nodded and pointed to the fan with the sign, so she would follow my gaze. I jogged over to Minji, passing by Haerin and Hanni. I tapped Minji on the shoulder and immediately signaled to the fan. She made half a heart with her hand, and I completed it with mine. We both looked at the fan. After a short moment, and with the rest of the members also making some hand hearts, we sang and danced. We were all having a great time.

But as I continued walking, something caught my eye in the front row. My mouth fell open, and my eyes widened. My heart stopped for a few seconds as I continued to stare at that person. It was strange; I felt nothing. I noticed that the familiar caregiver handed a sign to someone. But my eyes remained locked on my father. A few fans seemed to notice, but they didn't know who he was or what the situation was.

My mouth opened again as I saw my father suddenly holding up a sign. My eyes jumped over each of the letters: "Sorry for everything. We're proud of you, so smile!"

My mouth was still wide open. Hanni noticed that I was still standing there, so she nudged Minji. But I felt tears welling up in my eyes. A broad grin spread across my face as tears flowed down. My legs gave way, and I knelt down.

The tears just kept flowing, and I felt my members come over and hug me tightly. I couldn't stop crying. My heart felt light, as if all the burdens I had carried for years had simply disappeared.

Slowly but surely, I stood up again. I still felt Haerin's hand on my back. Hyein had started crying because of me. So, I bowed to my father after wiping away my tears. My father smiled a little and nodded.

I smiled back and embraced Danielle tightly. She gave the best hugs, so I chose her. I really needed a proper hug. I sniffled one more time, and Minji handed me a tissue. I wiped my nose and continued with the show.

But this time, I had much more energy in my dance, and I smiled almost non-stop. I was allowed to smile... He told me to smile... Usually, he would shout at me whenever I did.

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Title: A Heartwarming Moment at the Concert: Y/n's Emotional Breakthrough

In a concert filled with music, dance, and electrifying performances, there was one moment that stood out and touched the hearts of many fans. K-pop sensation Y/n, known for her incredible talent and mesmerizing stage presence, experienced an emotional breakthrough that left fans both surprised and deeply moved.

The atmosphere at the concert was already charged with excitement as Y/n and her fellow members of the group Newjeans took the stage. The audience erupted in cheers and applause, ready for a night of unforgettable entertainment. Little did they know that they were about to witness a truly touching moment that transcended the music.

As the group performed their hit song "Attention," Y/n noticed something unusual in the crowd. Several fans were holding up signs, asking her to smile. It was no secret that Y/n had been under scrutiny lately for not smiling as often as fans had come to expect. This had generated a fair amount of debate and discussion in the K-pop community.

However, Y/n decided to address the issue in a unique and heartfelt way. In the middle of the performance, she jogged over to her bandmate Minji and initiated a heartwarming gesture. Pointing to a fan who held up a sign asking her to make a heart with a fellow member, Y/n created half of a heart shape with her hand, and Minji immediately completed the heart by adding her hand to Y/n's.

The audience couldn't contain their excitement and joy at this beautiful and spontaneous moment of unity between the two members. But the most emotional part was yet to come.

As Y/n continued to perform, she spotted a very familiar face in the front row: her father. Her mouth dropped open in surprise as she locked eyes with him. It was a moment that left reporters in the audience speculating, as they were unaware of the details of Y/n's past or her relationship with her father.

But the most heartwarming moment occurred when Y/n's father held up a sign of his own. The sign read, "I'm sorry for everything. We are proud of you, so smile!" The impact of those words hit Y/n like a tidal wave.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she dropped to her knees on the stage, overwhelmed with emotion. Her fellow members rushed to her side, enveloping her in comforting embraces. The audience watched in silence, understanding that something profound and deeply personal was unfolding before their eyes.

Y/n's father's message was not just an apology; it was an acknowledgment of her struggles and a heartfelt plea for her happiness. The fact that he had chosen this public platform to convey his feelings spoke volumes about his sincerity and desire for reconciliation.

After a few moments, Y/n regained her composure and stood up. She turned to bow to her father, tears still streaming down her face. The audience erupted in cheers and applause, recognizing the significance of this moment for the beloved K-pop star.

From that point on, Y/n's performance took on a whole new level of energy and emotion. Her smile, which had been a subject of debate, now radiated with genuine happiness and catharsis. The weight of the past seemed to have lifted, and she danced and sang with a newfound lightness and passion.

This concert became more than just a musical event; it became a symbol of forgiveness, reconciliation, and the power of love to heal even the deepest wounds. Y/n's journey to rediscover her smile had touched the hearts of fans and her father alike, reminding everyone that sometimes, it takes a simple sign and a heartfelt message to bridge the gaps that divide us.

In the end, the concert left a lasting impression not just because of the music but because of the love and forgiveness that filled the air that night. Y/n's smile, now brighter and more genuine than ever, served as a reminder that even in the world of K-pop, real-life emotions and connections matter most. Reporters could only speculate about the backstory, eagerly waiting for details to emerge about this touching moment in Y/n's life.

My eyes widened as I read the article. I swallowed hard. How on earth did they know it was my father? But hey, at least it wasn't a hate article, unlike usual. So, I set my phone aside. I smiled a bit as we all prepared to start filming. It seemed that our MBTIs were being revealed now.

The camera was turned on, and of course, we first explained what the letters meant and provided a few examples. Minji, as always, was so funny. I couldn't help but playfully hit her arm whenever I burst into laughter. That just made Minji smile even more.

I had stopped covering my mouth when I laughed. My true habit was revealed now – when I laughed, I had to hit something, preferably the person right next to me or my thigh. We took the test, of course.

"My guess for Y/n is - oh, um, Y/n Unnie," Hanni said, nervously laughing. This made all of us laugh a bit. "Unnie is probably an I," Hanni continued, but Minji interrupted her, suggesting she should write down everyone's guesses.

"I think Unnie is an INTP," Hyein stated. Danielle then shared her thoughts, saying, "I think Unnie is an INFP." Hanni agreed with Hyein, mentioning that she believed I hadn't changed much.

Minji chuckled a bit. "INTJ. I'm just hoping we got another J," she said, and Haerin agreed with her. I laughed a little and looked at the camera, expecting my result.

My eyes widened. My result had indeed changed, but it was still INTP. I quickly read the percentages out loud, "What? You're 96% Introverted?" Hanni asked, laughing a bit, "74% Intuitive, 75% Thinking, and 60% Prospecting," I continued. They immediately wanted to know the personality facts.

-Difficult to get to know -Can be insensitive -Prone to self-doubt -Struggles to follow rules -Has trouble expressing feelings

I looked at the others in shock. I couldn't help but laugh as they reacted to each of these facts, making approving noises or making circular motions with their arms. Examples were brought up, with Danielle explaining how feelings made me nervous.

Hyein mentioned how Minji and I reacted when she told us she was in the hospital. We just wanted facts to make sure the younger one was okay. Apparently, it was because of our shared T.

"Do you all remember when Haerin did something really weird, and we all laughed, but Y/n Unnie just didn't react at all?" Hanni asked as everyone suddenly burst into laughter, contributing more anecdotes. Smiling, I finally stopped the chatter so we could finish the shoot.

"Hahahha, Y/n Unnie and you are not compatible at all," Hyein chuckled lightly. Immediately, Danielle made an understanding noise. "Now... I understand why the two of them always argue," Danielle added. Minji, however, continued to wear her usual smile. A smile that said, "Yes, yes. Just keep going"

#newjeans #newjeans minji #danielle #newjeans hyein #newjeans hanni #minji x reader #hanni pham #haerin #newjeans x reader

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ken-dala · 1 year

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Room neighbours

A/N: don't think that i didn't watch avatar 1, i watched it and yeah i just watched the second part and i can say for sure that it was an awesome part!! I liked everything especially Lyle and Quaritch.

You and Lyle used to be good friends and are still good friends now but not like before, before when you were human you could do anything together have fun singing etc and now there is almost no former Lyle. Now only blue huge Lyle. But this does not bother you, you still communicate, but because of the mission, you rarely see each other, maybe only at night. You can discuss anything with Lyle, he can always keep up the conversation and you are never bored with him.

After the mission, as usual, they came tired and sweaty, and you are Lyle's personal doctor, he always comes with a problem. Well, here again he knocks and asks if you are in the room.

- Hey dollface, not busy? I have a request for you as usual..

Today his tone is somehow not so always his tone was serious and now he seems to be upset or something like that.

-Lyle come in-

As soon as you opened the door, his body almost fell on you, he could barely hold on, leaning against the doorway. -You know, doc, you should hurry up

My God, he's covered in blood, his face is tired, but he keeps his hand where his shoulder is, it is his shoulder that is very badly injured and bleeding. You immediately took the things you needed and put Lyle on your bed, he could not sit and he immediately lay down.

-Lyle, what did I tell you to be careful, I need you alive after all

He began to hiss and growl in pain when you were doing medical work. Finally, you you put a tourniquet on his shoulder and you were done with it. -Lyle? Are you okay?

-Yes, I'm fine, thanks dollface.

-You can stay here overnight if you find it difficult to move around.

-Thank you.

He felt somewhat awkward, usually after each procedure he goes to his place or to the team, but now he can finally be with you. He was still lying in your bed and you thought where to lie down, because the floor is not very comfortable. He raised his head and saw that you were sitting on the floor and thought.

-What's wrong dollface?

-I don't know where I should go to sleep

As soon as he heard your words, he began to smile slyly and from time to time looked at you and the same look at the bed, hinting to sleep next to him. You noticed his smirk and decided to ask what caused him this smirk

-Lyle, why are you so happy??

-I decided that you will sleep with me, the problem is solved

Your cheeks lit up from his words, I hope he did not notice your blush that appeared on your cheeks. He was right, there was no other solution. You quickly changed in bathroom and when you left you lay down next to him.

-Shit i'm so uncomfortable in this form, to be honest, I better take off my uniform don't peek, you're a good girl, aren't you, doc?

You just melt from his words, sometimes he is so kind and sweet and sometimes cocky.You quickly turned around and you tried not to look at Lyle lest he think you were some kind of pervert. Finally he changed his clothes and you can tell he was in good shape his arms were bulging and you were sure his biceps were hard. He noticed your gaze and looked at you, will you notice his look and his reaction as you look at his body.

-Is there something wrong with my body doc?

You so wanted to touch his powerful hands and body, and without hesitation you began to slowly touch his hands. "Lyle.." As soon as you looked at him, he changed his position, from your touches, he began to somehow purr and growl from such gentle and soft hands as you have, and also your touches are so careful, as if Lyle glass and you were afraid to break it.

-Don't stop honey, you're so tender and beautiful mmh

You carried out his wish and continued to touch his body, still so carefully and gently, Lyle was enjoying it.

-Buttercup, damn your touches are the best, my god, I love you so much

His words are so nice, but he's breathing so hard just because of my fingers.

I can't believe this huge, massive man is getting weaker at the fingers of the girl he loves.

-Lyle, calm down, you have a mission tomorrow, remember?

-I remember, but you know that I will stay with you tonight

- How nice of you, but I won't be able to touch you that long, plus we're both tired and sleepy, so why don't we just try to sleep?

-You care so much about me, buttercup

With these words, he fidgeted a bit, then simply pulled you to his body and hugged you. Before you fell asleep, he muttered something and kissed you on the cheek. You really missed this man.

#lyle wainfleet #avatar: the way of water #x reader

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fallinallincurls · 1 year

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catching them staring at you in a crowded room from the prompt list with tyson jost? thanks 🤍

it was the perfect summer night. british columbia had stolen your heart since the first time you visited here with tyson all those years ago, but one thing you love most about it is the warm nights during the summer month and how the days seem never ending.

tonight, a bunch of tyson's hometown friends were getting together to celebrate the start of the season with a bonfire and a good time on the lake. you were greeted by his friends and their partners earlier, all of them happy to see the two of you, but no one knows your secret yet.

even if it's on display on your left ring finger in the form of a diamond.

tyson proposed the first night you arrived home. it was pretty and personal and everything you had ever dreamed of. you both told your families, but it hadn't been on the list of important things to tell everyone right away. you still couldn't believe you were engaged.

but now, as you stand in the circle of girls you now also call friends, it's getting harder and harder to not blurt out the news.

"y/n, tyson hasn't stopped staring at you all night." one of the girls say, giggling like you're back in high school. you playfully roll your eyes because it isn't unlikely, tyson never hides his feelings for you even in plain sight.

"no he isn't. he was playing spike ball with the guys." you reply, turning to see where he is and, to no surprise, catching him staring at you from across the yard. you lift your eyebrows in question, never dropping his gaze and the dopiest smile blossoms across his lips.

"what's gotten into you two? it's like you've gone back to the honeymoon stage all of the sudden." another one of your friends chimes in behind you as you continue to stare right back at tyson.

"maybe it's the fact that we'll actually be going on a real honeymoon soon."

you didn't mean to let it slip, but the gasps and squeals give away that your secret is out. tyson is laughing at the scene, somehow knowing exactly what just happened.

as you show everyone your ring and share as many details as you're willing, tyson wanders over and presses a kiss to your cheek. the girls get the silent message and break away, promising to catch up with you later. tyson slips his arms around you, keeping you close as he kisses the top of your nose and that radiant smile comes out again.

"i can't get enough of you as my fiance." he states simply, kissing you in that tender way which steals your breath away. "that's why i was staring." you can't help but giggle and kiss him again because how lucky are you?

bre's three year tumblraversary!

#asks #ask bre #my lovely mutuals #bre's three year tumblraversary!!#tyson jost #tyson jost blurb #tyson jost blurbs #nhl fic #nhl imagine #tyson jost imagine

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irelandseyeonmythology · 9 months

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Ok so I’m getting into the Fenian cycle and just read the palace/hostel of the quicken/Rowan trees, and I love it but there are a couple things that i’ve been trying to research to better understand it and I’m just not getting results. Who is the King of the World? The Lochlanns are the Fomorians, right? And where is the isle of the torrent?

Thank you for the ask! It's coming at a very opportune time as I've been diving into the world of the Fianna myself. (If you sent this to me a couple of years ago, I'd have been a little stumped even if I'd have done my best.)

So you sent this to me...ages ago, and I was at the Gaeltacht at the time, so I was typing up my response in Irish to be translated and. I. Went out of the window. And it hadn't been saved. And I was so depressed that I didn't want to go back to it until I had sufficiently mourned.

...but you can breathe a sigh of relief since, now that I'm no longer in the Gaeltacht, we are not bound by the custom of "when I'm there, I write only in Irish."

So, first off...let's go with Lochlann: What is Lochlann, who are the men of Lochlann? In Cath Maige Tuired, you're right, they're absolutely associated with the Fomoire, BUT! The reason why they're associated with the Fomoire is because there were real-life invaders from Lochlann, that is to say, Scandinavian or Scandinavian occupied territory (in CMT, the Fomoire are actually in what is today Scotland, Balor being situated on the Hebrides, which means that....yes....it is entirely possible to do a How to Train Your Dragon/CMT crossover if you desired. And yes, I have put too much thought into the logistics of that crossover, including the dangers of giving Bres access to a dragon.) The decision to situate the Fomoire on Lochlann was a political move, as a way of highlighting Ireland's political situation at the time it was composed. ("Lochlann" is still the modern name for Norway.)

In other texts, especially later texts, we see Lochlann often associated with far away, exotic, supernatural, and/or dangerous places, in the same way that Greece is often used to indicate someplace far away or exotic. (It makes sense -- how many Irish people living in, say, the 14th-15th century would have imagined traveling to Norway in the time before Aer Lingus?)

You can see this in, for example, the little known Late Middle/Early Modern Irish-ish (the dating is weird on this one) prosymetric text, "Aithed Emere (le Tuir nGlesta mac Rig Lochlann)", where Emer elopes with...Tuir Glesta, son of the King of "Lochlann". (Translated as "Norway" most of the time in descriptions, but I prefer keeping the term "Lochlann", because it's always the question of...is this the Real World Country, Lochlann, or is this the Cool Folklore Lochlann where Zany Adventures Happen, you know? I don't feel like "Norway" captures all of the different possibilities that the word implies.)

Now, since this, according to Thurneysen at least, didn't go back to before the 12th century, it was created well after CMT, well after the Battle of Clontarf and the final assimilation/ousting of the Vikings from Ireland. The Vikings are...chill by now. They aren't an active threat. So we have to ask ourselves: Why is Emer eloping with Tuir Glesta? It could be the result of an earlier tradition, sure, but I think it's more likely that we're not meant to think of Lochlann as "Fomoire land" or "Viking land", but "exotic, far away place for Cú Chulainn to voyage to in order to get his wife back." In Cath Muighe Tuireadh Cunga, there's a figure called "Aengaba of Lochlann", and there's no sign that he's a Fomoire, rather it seems that we're meant to view him as a sort of foreign champion. (It's interesting that in the Early Modern CMT, meanwhile, the Fomoire don't come from Lochlann, but from Africa. White supremacists have obviously gone ham with this but I've had at least one prominent person in the field suggest to me that it could be a means of drawing a Carthage-Rome dichotomy between the TDD and the Fomoire. And, of course, as I love to point out, if the Fomoire come from Africa = the Fomoire are black, then by that logic, Bres, Lugh, Fionn mac Cumhaill, the Dagda, Ogma, Bríg, Lír, Manannán, Emer, Cú Chulainn, Cairbre, Óengus, Bodb Dearg, etc. etc. etc. are all mixed race, which is a change I for one would be happy with but I suspect they would not be. Not that logic matters all that much to that crowd, especially since the only figures to routinely be presented as brown are Balor, Bres, Cethlenn, and the Fir Bolg, funny how that works.) And of course, when I was talking to a local on Tory Island, he said that the old people "confused the English for the Fomorians" (paraphrased) -- I don't believe the old people were confused at all, though, I believe that it only made sense for the Fomoire to become English, since they're always the people Over There, and Over There can be Lochlann, it can be Africa, and it can be England. Balor goes from being a Viking warlord to an English landlord, because why wouldn't he?

NOW, off of my soap box about the racist clusterfuck that is most adaptations of the Fir Bolg/Tuatha Dé/Fomoire rivalry and back to your question, Bruidhean (an) chaorthainn, "Hostel of the Rowan Trees", is about 15th/16th century in date, so we're looking well after the time the Vikings were a threat, so "Lochlann" here is very much Fun Zany Lochlann, not Actual Country Norway.

And we see this in a lot of Fionn Cycle tales, men from Lochlann opposing the Fianna, Fionn courting women in Lochlann and facing a series of trials, men from Lochlann imprisoning the Fianna in bruidhean tales. It's very much a trope, and it has next to nothing to do with the historical location. It's a place Over There, it's a place that has something our heroes need to get, or it's a place that is threatening what they already have. The people who live there are invariable dangerous, often supernatural, and more than a match for our heroes, even though they are, inevitably, overcome, though sometimes at great cost. The Men of Lochlann in these tales and the Fomoire have a lot in common, you could even argue that the Fomoire of CMT are even the Men of Lochlanns' literary great grandfathers, in the sense that it is, at least partially, a 9th century anxiety over Scandinavia that's been fossilized into the folklore up to the present, but they aren't the same, except for the fact that they both often represent the dark side of the supernatural, which the Tuatha Dé can often represent as well. (And indeed, as John Carey's argued, the difference between the TDD and the Fomoire is often minimal.) The Tuatha Dé and the Fomoire in and of themselves appear little in modern folkloric stories, at least....how they appear in the Mythological Cycle (indeed, Óengus is often relegated to being a wizard instead of a member of the TDD in folkloric variants of Tóruigheacht Dhiarmada and Ghráinne.) Manannán survives better than most, as does Bodb Dearg, but the truth is that there was a certain...anxiety about it that you can detect in the folklore. The term "Fomor" develops three meanings from the Early Modern Irish period -- the guys that we know and love, a generic ogre or giant (which is how it's often used now), and a churl or servant, which further complicates things.

Besides Bruíon Chaorthainn, you can also see examples of Zany Folklore Lochlann showing up in Fenian folklore in Soraidh Fhinn go Tír Lochlainn ("Fionn's Wooing in Lochlann"), Laoi an Airghinn Mhóir ("The Lay of Airgheann the Great") (which, besides being very alive in the folklore, also goes back at least as far as Duanaire Finn, which was compiled in the 15th century), Laoi Chath Gabhra ("The Lay of the Battle of Gabhair") (which is interesting for having the son of the king of Lochlann on the Fianna's side for once), Duan na Cloinne ("The Lay of the Children"), Comhrag Fhinn agus Mhanuis ("The Combat Between Fionn and Magnus") (our boy Magnus, son of the King of Lochlann, also appears in Soraidh Fhinn go Tír Lochlainn), Laoidh Maodh-Chabir agus Chamagich ("The Lay of Maodh-Chabir and Camagich") (for SEXY Zany Folkloric Lochlann), An Cú Glas ("The Grey Dog"), which the Fionn Folklore Database actually did a reel about on their Facebook/Instagram if I'm not mistaken, Bratach Fhinn (Fionn’s Banner), and Duan nan Naonar (The Lay of the Nine). I'm *sure* there are other legends out there, these are just the ones I was able to immediately track down.

So, that's covered. Now, who is the King of the World? And the answer is that, like Magnus, he's a recurring antagonist we sometimes see pop up. In Bruíon Chaorthainn, he's the king of Lochlann who tries to invade Ireland. Meanwhile, in Cath Fionntrá, which has a lay form of it in the Book of the Dean of Lismore (a Scottish compilation, incidentally, from the 16th century, showing how bound up all these traditions are from an early date) and, besides that, has Irish manuscript attestations going back to at least the 15th century, the "King of the World" is a full-fledged antagonist named Dáire Donn, who forms an alliance with kings across Europe to invade Ireland. (Here's the older text here, and the info on it here.) We see a sort of sequel to it in the modern Irish tale “The romance of Mis and Dubh Ruis” where Dáire has a daughter, Mis, who becomes a madwoman in the woods after his death and is sexed back to sanity by Dubh Rois. (It is...surprisingly funny, honestly.) Which is in Celtic Heroic Age. But what you can gather by him being King of Lochlann is also that he's...the Guy Over There (Who Wants To Come Here.) Even beyond personalities, that's it. You can compare him to the King of Greece in Duan Gharbh Mhic Stairn ("The Lay of Garbh son of Stairn"). The difference between a king of Greece and a king of Lochlann isn't that great, what matters is that he's Over There and that he's trying to invade us.

The Isle of the Torrent (Inse Tuile) is another one of those otherworldly, supernatural places where Things Are Weird. You can compare it, for early examples, to the islands you see in the Immrama genre, but you can also compare it to the various weird islands you come across in other stories, like in Nighean Righ fo Thuinn ("The Daughter of the King Under the Waves"), which has "Magh an Iongnaidh" (the Plain of Wonder). And obviously, you could tie this into the world of the Otherworld being located beyond the sea (which is a later idea; the early material seems to indicate, firmly, that the Otherworld was *below*, not *beyond*), but I think it just goes from the idea that you need your heroes to travel on a quest to get something -- you can trace it as far back as the Epic of Gilgamesh, the Odyssey, Jason and the Golden Fleece, etc. People like a good adventure yarn. People like to have their heroes go to exotic lands filled with supernatural danger (where things There don't work the way they do Here), they like to face off against dangerous villains and arrive home just in time to save the day, you know? I will note that Goethe's "Der König in Thule" was translated, into Irish, as "Rí Inse Tuile" -- Thule was a magical island in classical times, it was well known to Irish monks as early as the ninth century; it appears in Beatha Bréandain, the Life of St. Brendan, so it's not inconceivable it could have been worked into the Irish tradition, especially since the variant of it that was translated is a literary composition, not necessarily the story 100% as it appears in oral literature. I'd like to explore that possible connection more down the line, but all I can say right now is that it's an interesting coincidence -- my suspicion for it being literary is further increased by the fact that this is not a name you generally see in the oral literature, but I won't go further than that. "Tuile" in Irish does mean "flood" or "flow", so it could just be a strange coincidence, of course, but...it's odd. It's odd.

Anyway, all that, and where are we?

A lot of Irish folklore and Irish lit are dealing with Us VS Them, the idea of the People Over There VS the People Over Here (which makes sense because of...centuries of People Over There sailing over, first the Vikings, then the Normans, then the Tudors, then Cromwell, etc. etc. etc. etc. Not to reduce an entire complex literary tradition that spans multiple continents to a Just So story, and there are a lot of stories that obviously DON'T feature this theme, but I don't think it hurts.) (And Scottish lit, of course, also gets into it, partially due to transmission, partially because of their own history of Guys Over There coming to take things from Guys Over Here, which also got transmitted to Canada via the diaspora.)

Who are the Lochlannaigh? The Guys Over There.

Who are the Fomoire? Also the Guys Over There, but not always overlapping. (Not all Fomoire at all stages of the literature are Lochlannaigh, not all Lochlannaigh are Fomoire.)

Who is Rí an Domhain? The Ruler Over There Who Wants To Come Over Here.

And where is Inse Tuile? Over There, but the name itself is strange.

I hope this makes sense in some way!

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The BRE helping reader recover from a few really bad mental health months if that makes sense

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Summary: You've had a few rough months, now you finally realise you need help. You reach out to your partners.

You've been struggling, the weight of the world pressing down on you, drowning you in darkness. It's been a couple of rough months, and you've found yourself sinking deeper into the hole of depression. Isolation has become your companion, and each day feels like an insurmountable challenge.

But then, a glimmer of realization starts to pierce through the darkness. You can't keep going on like this. You need help—something you've been denying yourself for far too long. And with that realization, a spark of hope ignites within you.

Summoning the last ounce of courage you have left, you decide to open up to the people who mean the most to you. These partners of yours have been your pillars, your sources of strength, and it's time you let them in on your struggles.

The day you decide to reach out is nerve-wracking, your heart racing as you send out messages to each of them. It's difficult to put your vulnerability into words, but you manage to convey that you're struggling and that you need their support.

Their responses come swiftly, filled with concern and empathy. Jess, Mia, Charlie, and Shayna are quick to rally around you, determined to lift you out of the darkness. They organize a meeting, a gathering at your place, where they can offer their support in person.

As they gather around you, their presence alone feels like a balm to your wounded soul. They listen as you speak, not interrupting or judging, but simply being there for you. Each one shares their own stories of struggle, reminding you that you're not alone in this.

With their unwavering support, they help you devise a plan—a path towards healing. They encourage you to seek professional help, to talk to a therapist who can guide you through this journey. They offer to accompany you to appointments, to be by your side every step of the way.

In the days that follow, Jess, Mia, Charlie, and Shayna become your anchors. They're there when you need to talk, when you need a distraction, and when you need a reminder that you're loved and valued. They gently encourage you to engage in activities you used to enjoy, coaxing you out of isolation.

Slowly but surely, your steps become steadier. The darkness starts to recede, and with their support, you start to see a glimmer of light. You realize that asking for help was a sign of strength, not weakness, and that you don't have to battle your demons alone.

Jessamyn, Mia, Charlie, and Shayna become your lifelines, guiding you through the storm with unwavering love and understanding. With their support, you begin to mend the broken pieces of yourself, one step at a time, and you're reminded that you're never truly alone as long as you have them by your side.

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i wanted to participate in the aprecciation trend but im too anxious so im a lil late but yeah

First of all Bre youre an amazing and kind person with such a talent to write stories that, for me, made days at school less stressfull and so much better. Your art is so clean an beatifull and ksjdjh your way of drawing wing bois is so unique and that makes it so special

even if i dont comment in some fics and just left kudos just that i appreciate every word, every sentence and every dialoge that i read. You were and are a big reason that i got to met more people and be more confident to speak to others even if i feel like i couldn't participate in some topics or dont really know if i said some words correctly

youre a great writer and person, even a friend. I'm not too sure if i can say it like this bc i barely interact with you sometimes but at least i can safely say that youre one of the people that im glad to have answered a message and start talking

thank u sm and im excited to see how you progress both as a writer and as an artist <3

Shush you're not late.

Thank you so much, this means a lot! I love seeing your comments come in and am delighted that you love the wing bois! And you've made such wonderful art, as well as that recent commission! I was showing it to my husband because it's the banner on my phone.

And thank you for saying that about my art! It's a work in progress, but it's really nice to hear <3

Always happy to talk and I'm so glad you wanted to join the group because I love having you!

#asks #content creator appreciation

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last resort // ljn {mortal sin}

disclaimer; every mortal sin blurb is set in a separate universe where the imminent threat of war is gone and nothing affects the events of the main storyline

part 1 | part 2a mortal sin masterlist

pairing; demon!jeno x afab!reader

words; 2.1k

genre; angst & filthy smut

warnings; manipulation, dumbification (maybe numbification??), choking, spitting, fingering, slut shaming, degradation, dacryphilia, large cock, unprotected sex, tiny amount of blood, slapping, dubcon (for good measure), cheating, betrayal, let me know if I missed anything

preface; I told you guys it wouldn't be a happy ending. I was vague so I didn't spoil the main storyline, but what do you guys think is going on? I of course won't tell you if you're right haha ;)

"What did you do?" Mark gawks at Jeno, walking past him covered in hickies and lipstick stains. They were littered all along the column of his throat, and the low-cut shirt he was wearing hinted that they trailed down even lower. The way he carried himself screamed that something was different. And possibly wrong. Jeno smirked.

"I have no clue what you're talking about."

"What did you do." Renjun scowls at you from Mark's side, arms crossed over his chest. You sigh, worn out from trying to catch up with Jeno and dealing with all this emotional turmoil.

"How are you already blaming me before you know the situation?" You turn back to face the ball of anger before focusing back on chasing Jeno.

"Hey," Mark jogs up to Jeno before grabbing his shoulder. He stops but barely acknowledges the older male. Instead throwing his head back in mild annoyance. "you can't go around acting recklessly like this." Mark leans in, glancing over his shoulder to make sure there were no curious eyes. "Don't you know how that would make us look?"

"Also, NingNing comes back today. Are you really going to let her see you like this?" You glare at Mark for making it about his reputation before trying to appeal to Jeno. The tall demon laughs, Adam's apple bobbing. His laughter ceases abruptly before he cuts his eyes toward you.

"Since when do you care about Yizhuo?" Jeno's eyes shift to that familiar hue of pink.

You freeze, not able to find a response that wasn't a lie or incriminating.

"Are... did you..." The pink glint in Jeno's eyes clearly takes Mark back as well. Dread fills his body as Jeno smiles at him.

"What? Can someone explain what's going on please?" You look between the two men but neither of them look away from the other. Mark whispers something about this not being good before scurrying off, finding it hard to peel his eyes away from Jeno's impish expression.

Once he rounds the corner, Jeno is wrapping his hand around your wrist and tugging you inside your room. You reluctantly follow him, needing answers. Once he closes the door behind the two of you, he's pinning you against it. Your determination doesn't falter.

"Jeno, what the fuck is happening."

"I did something really bad, ___." He lifts one of his hands from the door and grazes his knuckles against your cheek. The vagueness of his statement makes you frustrated. You want to pull away, but there's a hint of sadness behind his eyes that keeps you attentive.

"Did what? Did I... God, Jeno. I can't help but think I'm responsible for this." Your voice is hushed as a lump forms in your throat. You weren't the closest with NingNing, but your actions still fill you with self-hate. This is a new low, even for you.

"You are." He shrugs, tilting his head a bit as if he didn't just drop a bomb on you. Not even sparing you a lick of consolation. "I'm not an idiot. I know a horrible person when I see one."

You gasp, shoving him away. "You're worse than I am, motherfucker. You love her and you fucked multiple other beings like it was nothing."

"Don't you think I know that? At least I'm not prancing around like my shit doesn't stink." He shoves his finger against your forehead, flicking it against the door. He's back to his previous proximity where you could feel his breath on your forehead. Again, you find yourself not able to offer a rebuttal.

"Aren't you gonna help me fix this? I need your help." He brushes your hair out of your face, the sadness peaking through his expression again. You groan, tilting your head against the door.

"Help how." As soon as the words leave your mouth and a fiendish grin stretches across his face, it clicks. You're talking to the avatar of lust.

"Be my little distraction sweetheart. Come on, I know you have it in you to be heartless one more time for me."

"NingNing is going to be back at any minute! You know the first thing she's gonna do is look for you!"

"There you go again, acting all high and mighty. You've already taken my cock twice. What difference does a third time make?"

You want to remind him yet again that NingNing would be here any moment. But all you could feel was that potent self-hatred. Was this really who you were?

Then you remember your first love.

"If you're gonna insist you're anything less than a homewrecker, please spare me."

"No..." You start, tears filling your eyes. He was right. His thumb rubs your cheek, wiping away any tears that fell.

"I just need you one more time. Then we're done." He presses a kiss to your forehead as his other hand reaches your throat. "That's all I need."

You nod with glassy eyes, mouth falling open when he squeezes your throat. He looks down at you with those lust-soaked eyes. Ready to devour you. With your eyes shut, you can only feel your body getting lifted off the ground and onto NingNing's bed. As if to rub salt into the wound.

He strips you of your clothes gently. Peeling it from your body. Like the calm before the storm. When you were bare for him, he presses his warm palm to the bottom of your stomach. Slowly sliding it down until it cupped your heat. The warmth against your core was comforting. Distracting. Your worries began to melt away as he pressed his palm into your heat firmly.

"That's it. Let go for me. Good girl." His voice is deeper, but quiet. He slips a finger between my folds and uses it to circle around your tight hole. He pushes through and revels in the feeling of your walls hugging his finger.

"Every time is just like the first baby. So tight." He chuckles, and you can almost get the sense he's fucking with you. Finding amusement in the fact that this is fucking you up. You turn your head to the side, not wanting to look at him. "Oh no no,"

You feel that familiar smooth texture looping around your jaw to pull your head back.

"I want to see your face while you betray an angel." with amused eyes, he smiles down at you. Laughing at the sickened look you give him. You sit up from the bed.

"What more do you want from me?! I feel like shit, I'm aware I'm a horrible person! Why do you keep reminding me?!"

"Oh sweetheart..." His tails wrapping around your throat was a familiar feeling by this point. That didn't stop the gasp from escaping when he pulled it tight. "I'm only doing what you deserve. We're in hell after all. It's only fitting."

With a flat tongue, he licks every tear that falls. Holding your face steady in his big hands as he does so. "So lay back and pay for your sins." He shoves your torso back onto the bed and promptly fills you with three fingers. A surprised yelp is pulled from your chest. Your body bounces against the force of his fingers hammering into you. The heel of his palm repeatedly slams against your clit. The harshness of his actions has loud, unrestrained moans leaping from your mouth. You were completely unable to control any reaction to his abuse of your cunt. The wet noises are incredibly lewd as they fill the room, probably seeping into the hallway as well. Your face gets hot, embarrassment threatening to bleed through the pleasure.

The longer Jeno fucks you at a rapid pace, the less you cared. Especially when that coil started to compress in your stomach.

"Look at you. Getting off to this like the vile slut you are." He hisses. He uses his other hand to strike you across the cheek. You gasp, eyes flying open. His hand grabs your jaw and pulls your head closer to his face. The close proximity forces you to stare deeply into his magenta irises. "Go ahead. Cum all over my fingers. Show me just how much of a slut you are."

His fingers slosh inside you, thighs jiggling. You mumble out incoherently before your vision goes white. The coils snaps and your body convulsed. Cunt tightening around his fingers as a wave of arousal floods all over them. "You no good whore... how could you call yourself human? Look at you!" He spat, shaking your limp body. There was no time to recover before his tail was lifting you by your waist. He pushes down his pants before ferociously jerking his angry cock, precum leaking from the tip.

The shame had no effect on you anymore. Perhaps you had just come to accept the fact that you're a piece of shit. And after all, this is hell. He said it himself. It was only fitting.

"Fuck me please." You whimper. He grins.

"You think you deserve it?"

"No."

Your answer shocks him. He falters for a moment before a wide smile stretches across his face. "Right. You finally got it. You don't deserve anything. What are you?"

"I'm your heartless whore."

Slap. Your ears ring slightly as you recover, tonging the cut that it left in the corner of your mouth.

"Louder."

"I'm your heartless whore." The words tore at your throat but they roll off your tongue. He looks almost prideful as he smiles.

"And that's all you'll ever be." He positions you over his cock before his tail is slamming you down. You groan out in pain as his huge size nearly rips you open. The stretch is so delicious despite the pain. He watches with admiration as your tongue glides against your lips.

"I'm ready to pay for my sins." You say with a lazy smirk. That seemed to be exactly what Jeno wanted to hear. His hands on your hips replace his tail before he starts fucking you onto his cock. Kneeling on the bed as he moves you up and down. That mouth-watering feeling of his cock bulging against your stomach sends you into a frenzy. Your depraved groans are music to Jeno's ears. He created his perfect fuckdoll. Moving you along his long length like you were a fleshlight.

The heat of his member felt so good against your plush walls. You tighten around him subconsciously and he grunts. With a tighter grasp on your hips, he quickens his pace. Cock barrelling into your cervix like there was no tomorrow. Tears gush from your eyes. He's fucking you harder and faster than he did before, biting his lip to exert more force into it. The marks the tips of his fingers and nails will leave would probably be there forever. A constant reminder of who's got you drooling with your eyes rolled back. Your hands fly to his shoulders for leverage.

You're brought back to your senses as he crashes his lips to yours. Spit-slicked lips gliding against each other. He pulls back momentarily to spit on your face. You moan happily, licking up whatever landed near your mouth. He could cum from how pleased he was by your new nature.

"What a perfect cock slut. Perfect and just for me." He breathes before crashing his lips back to yours. Your tongues wrestle against each other. Teeth nip at each other's lips. Spit dripping from your chins. You were too far gone.

As his hips start to meet yours, skin slapping intensely against his, you start seeing stars. Lower abdomen going haywire as your high looms over you.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming- I'm-"

The door slowly creaks open, and you don't miss the heartbroken gasp. Your head flops to the side, taking in NingNing's shocked and hurt expression. You've done it. There's no going back now. No denying that you're as good as the trash on the sidewalk. "Don't stop Jeno." You say with a vacant look on your face, not looking away. Thick tears well up in her eyes, threatening to spill at any moment.

Your second orgasm rips through you. It feels like your body's being set ablaze. Your thighs quiver as he continues to relentlessly fuck you. Tears streaming down his own face as he fills you up. The sheer amount makes your stomach inflate. He pulls out, watching it all drain from your spent pussy.

"J-Jeno... how could you." Her voice is small and frail as her jaw quivers. The pink drains from his eyes. It looks as if he instantly went back to normal. He drops you onto the bed in favor of running to NingNing. The sob-filled conversation is blurred as you lie there, staring up at the ceiling.

"Huh," you say quietly as you reflect on everything he said. All that about you being his whore. Perfect just for him. Yet you heard it loud and clear, his dagger-like words.

"She means nothing to me! I did something horrible and she helped me fix it. It's done." Jeno pleaded with NingNing.

The last thing you heard was NingNing's sobs before the bedroom door was slammed shut. Leaving you with your deadly thoughts.

if you have any blurbs or scenarios you want me to do from the mortal sin universe, shoot me an ask ;)

#jeno #lee jeno #nct #nct dream #kpop #smut #angst #jeno smut #lee jeno smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #kpop smut #mortal sin #mortis

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