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potatomountain · 1 year ago

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CIY- CH 16

Chapter Sixteen

📍Pairing: detective ateez ot8 x detective afab reader

📍Summary: "Convince me"

📍WC: 3k

📍AU: detective/mafia

📍Genre: action, dark themes, poly romance, smut

📍Warning(s): 18+ rating, smut, oral (fem receiving) thigh riding, pentration with no barrier, body piercings

📍Nets: @pirateeznet | @mirohs-aurora-society

📍Beta readers (and sole motivation): @flurrys-creativity , @candypop1611 , @yourfatherlucifer , @yessa-vie and edited by the amazing: @daemour

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The kiss was different from the one in the club, probably because he knew who you were this time, but just as breathtaking. Slow and dip, his thick lips softer than you remember and easier to get lost in. You could remember Yunho’s lips just as vividly, wondering if he would kiss you like this as well.

He wasn’t the one you should be thinking about, and you couldn’t once Mingi deepened the kiss, letting out a gravelly noise that went straight to the fog building in your head. You could feel yourself being guided back until your calves hit the couch. With a hand on your hip he guided you down to the cushions and you didn’t mind one bit, especially when his tongue asked for entrance and you obliged.

He could do anything to you right now and you probably would let him.

The realization startled you, but you couldn’t deny it, not as his lips moved to your neck and his large hands ran up your sides, loosening your clothes. “Mingi~” You sighed sweetly when he found a sensitive spot, responding by latching on and sucking to pull a low moan from you.

The sound shifted things, Mingi’s hands and mouth becoming more desperate as he hovered over you. “Can I take this off?” He tugged at the buttons on your work shirt despite undoing one to kiss along your collarbone.

You nodded, reaching for his own shirt. “Take it all off Mingi.” It was sweet of him to ask, but you weren’t looking for sweet despite his somewhat confession. After listening to the sounds he made while fucking for so long, after driving your libido insane with the thoughts of him making such sounds for you, now that he was at your fingertips you wanted to indulge. “You want to, right?”

“Fuck yes-” He breathed out, fingers snapping the buttons open one by one with quick precission as he shifted above you. You pulled his shirt up as soon as the last button was undone, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. He helped you out of yours before leaning back to admire for a moment.

You did the same, breath caught in your throat as your eyes ran down the expanse of his torso; he was lean, toned, and gorgeous. The tattoos he had on his lower abdomen, two flags with the poles running along the line of his V and pointed to his dick, had you smirking a bit. “That proud of what you have in your pants?”

He tore his eyes from your chest to glance down, smirking as you ran a finger over one of the flags. They looked more like pirate flags, each with a different letter. B and P. Was he that cocky? Two flags like a finish line for his big penis? Better yet, how true was it? “Mm, you want to see?” He tugged at the waistband of his jeans, but from the bulge that was already there you assumed it wasn’t a lie.

You definitely wanted to see, sitting up on your elbows as he leaned back, working open his jeans and exposing the black boxers beneath, a noticeable wet spot already there. You squeezed your thighs together, tongue darting out to lick your suddenly dry lips.

He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, pulling it out but not down, only teasing you of it before letting his slap back to his skin with a chuckle. “Not yet Princess, I want to see more of you first.”

“No, you should give me what I want first.” You protested, teasing back as you met his gaze. “You have to convince me you know.”

Mingi licked his lips, gaze darkening at your eager teasing. “I had another way in mind of convincing you, but you have to lose those pants first.” He tapped your thigh, eyes now burning a figurative hole where your hole was, his fingers running a trail up your thigh to the button of your slacks. “May I?”

Despite already giving him permission, you were touched he asked again. “Very well, show me what all your talk is about. I want to know if those women were faking it or you really could get them screaming.”

His lips spread into a wide wicked grin as he tugged your pants off, arching down to steal a kiss, teeth tugging on your bottom lip. “I knew you were curious.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, reaching a hand to comb your fingers through his dark hair. “By nature I always am.” You followed him to capture his lips in a kiss this time, a surprised but happy sound leaving him as you did. He kept your lips together in a kiss that quickly heated up, becoming messy and needy as he peeled off the rest of your clothes except your underwear, leaning back and holding you onto his thigh.

You let out a whine when you felt that his jeans were still on, the noise turning to a moan when he pulled you along the expanse of his thigh, rubbing your clothed core against the fabric. “I haven’t stopped thinking about this, the way you fucked yourself on my thigh.” He muttered against your lips, voice husky with desire. “Couldn’t stop picturing you doing the same movements but impaled on my cock, wondering how tight your pretty pussy would be.”

His admissions had your hips moving on their own despite his hands on your thighs guiding you. His fingers kneaded your flesh, almost in sync with the way you gripped the hair at the back of his skull and his shoulder, the touches urging you both on. Not as much as the way his thigh felt beneath you, adding pressure against your clit and angling your hips just right that as you dragged your hips down it had your breath hitching and small moans escaping.

He swallowed each and every one in the messy kiss, saliva smeared against your lips and chin and stringing between you both. The more you kissed, the more desperate your hips became and the harder he pulled you against his thigh until you couldn’t focus on his lips on yours anymore. You pulled your head away to look down and watch the way he dragged you against his thick muscular thigh.

“Fuck look at that-” Mingi was watching as well, cursing at the wet patch that had grown on his jeans, your underwear no better as you were so wet, and so damn close. With his deep voice right there in your ear you responded with a moan, nails digging into his back. “You want to come, Princess? Want to soak my pants even more? Go on, I want to feel you do it, show me how you’re about to ride my fucking face.”

How could you hold back when he said that right against the shell of your ear, a husky whisper that had you gushing into your underwear and crying out for him. Your nails dug into his flesh, pulling a low pulled out groan from him as he littered your neck in open mouthed sloppy kisses, holding you on his thigh as it flexed under you. “Such a good girl.”

You trembled slightly, under his kisses, muscles tense from your climax as he leaned you back, lips trailing lower. When they latched onto your nipple, you were brought back to reality quickly with a sharp gasp. “Mingi-”

“Yes?” His breath was hot against your flesh, looking up at you as his tongue circled your hardened peak.

“I liked these undies, now you have them ruined.” You puffed out, gripping his shoulders and pushing him back. “So on your back.”

He chuckled and obliged, clearly smug as he flicked his tongue out for you.

You rolled your eyes but was grinning as you stepped off, glancing at the large wet spot you did leave on his jeans. “Pants off, I want to see now and it’s only fair you get to be naked with me.”

Mingi tucked his thumbs in his waistbands and quickly pushed both articles of clothing down and off, kicking them to the floor before he was stroking his dick a second later- which was definitely big. It was hard not to drool as you wiggled out of your underwear as well, adding them to the pile of his clothes. “So do I have a right to be cocky about it?”

“Fuck yes.” You leaned closer, reaching out to run a finger along the red leaking velvety tip of his cock, then down, simply just admiring the size of his dick. Your breath hitched when you noticed a glint at the base of his cock, right above his ball sack. “You know that actually fits.” But fuck did it have your inner walls clenching in anticipation.

As your finger touched the warm metal, Mingi’s hand came down on your bare ass with a slap, kneading it a second later and chuckling at the sound you made. “Couldn’t help it with it in my face like that. Come here, I told you what was next.”

With a puff of air from your nose you turned back to him, climbing onto the sofa and taking note of his overly eager expression. “I was going to suggest riding that pretty cock of yours.”

“Maybe later, this is about you getting drowned in the pleasure I give you, not the other way around.” He guided your cunt to hover over his mouth, both hands on your rear. “So use my tongue baby, I want to drown in your taste.”

Hearing him talk to you like this instead of his usual jabs and teasing humor was a welcome change. As long as it wasn’t any of that fake concern or niceties, you wanted only genuine behavior from him. From them. And he was so genuine about how much he wanted to drown in your taste. As soon as your pussy was attached to his lips he gripped your thighs and held you down on his mouth as he devoured you like a starved man.

With the experienced tongue of a glutton.

You fell forward a bit, gripping the arm of the couch and moaning from how deep his thick tongue was inside you, his nose brushing against your clit with such perfect motion you knew he was doing it on purpose. “F-fuck Mingi-” It was hard to tease him about how eager he was when he was fucking you so well.

His nails dug into the flesh of your thighs leaving small crescents in their wake, dragging your body along his mouth much like he had with his thigh. So damn good. Almost too damn good. You were practically putty above him, no kisses to devour your soft moans and gasps, the rise and fall of your breath with each perfectly timed rub of his nose or his tongue shoved in to fill you up, your pussy soaking up his moans only escaping whenever you rocked your hips just a bit too far. It was almost not enough, but also just enough.

He had your thighs trembling and stomach in knots before long, but when you got close he stopped, turning his mouth to your inner thigh and pressing a soft kiss, chuckling at the desperate whine you let out at the loss of your approaching climax. “Dammit Mingi why did you- oh~” Your protests turned to a moan as he pushed two long fingers into you, using them to spread you out while his lips locked onto your sensitive bud.

He was sucking with the intention of making you cum, but it was the sight of him staring up at you from between your legs with a dazed look in his eyes as if he was pussy drunk that had the high snapping free. You gripped his hair tightly, riding his fingers as you cried out and held him there while you soaked his mouth.

He licked you clean before pulling away, careful not to rub your clit too much as he did. You were trying to catch your breath, releasing his hair and sitting back on his chest as he kissed along your thigh, down to the inside of your knee, all while looking up at you. “Think you can handle my cock now?”

You shivered with excitement, glancing over your shoulder to take in the size of his cock. He had stretched you out a bit with his fingers, and you were already two orgasms deep but yes… you wanted him inside. “Condom?” You inquired, glancing back down at him. You didn’t have one, since you had no idea you’d be getting fucked anytime soon.

“I have plenty in my apartment- fuck.” He broke his statement off with a hiss, lifting his head to see you stroking him. “I can go- Princess you are making this hard.”

You enjoyed teasing him, taking in the way his breath hitched when you tugged on his cock just right, the way his hips jolted when your thumb ran over his tip, but mostly the way he lost whatever thought he was speaking whenever you touched the piercing at the base of his cock. So it made him sensitive?

“Are you clean?” You had your birth control, but were more worried about anything you might catch with how often he sleeps around.

“Yes but- Oh fucking hell.” His mouth fell open as you pushed in his tip, his hands gripping your hips to hold you still. “Are you sure about this?” He panted out but his gaze was hyperfocused on the way your pussy stretched around his cock, the way it pulled him in more and more despite his hesitation.

You lifted a brow, circling your hips and taking him in bit by bit, pleased with the way his hands gripped your flesh tighter. “Stop questioning me before I change my mind.” Huffing again, your hands flat on his chest, you pushed him the rest of the way in, momentarily losing yourself to the intense pleasure that shot through you, causing your legs to tremble and breathe heavy.

Mingi wasn’t much better off, heavy pants leaving his parted lips as he looked more fucked out than before, nails nearly breaking your skin from how tightly he was gripping you and cock throbbing inside you. You felt so full, moving a hand to just under your navel where you swore you could feel him inside, right there. It was almost too painful, but that little bit of pain just spurred you on.

You didn’t want for him to adjust, just that you adjusted enough, before twisting your hips in circles while rising up, then back down, repeating it while he tried to stop you, only to get lost in the pleasure. The first whine he let out was intoxicating, and you were determined to hear more. Much more.

That was hard to do when every movement you made his cock was hitting all the right places.

Mingi could tell apparently, your movements getting sloppy as your climax approached, so he gripped you still and began thrusting up into you. You were bouncing on his cock in seconds, cries tumbling from your mouth as the pleasure shot through you with each stroke. You let a high pitched cry you weren’t familiar with making before as your climax hit, much stronger than the previous times.

“Fuck you look better than I thought you would. Perfect fucking tits bouncing like this, tight fucking pussy that’s going to have me hooked.” He drawled out in a husky tone, panting between words.

You could barely register what he was saying, too deep in the ecstasy he was giving you.

“You sound better too. Come on Princess, cry out for who’s fucking you so good.” The pace became even more brutal, cock head hitting the back of your cervix with ease, walls tight on his cock trying to milk him for all he was worth.

How could you not call out for him when he most definitely was fucking you so damn good you might be the one hooked. “Mingi! Mingi- mingi fuck Mingi!” Like a chant his name fell from your lips, bringing your hands up to cup your breasts and pull and pinch the nipples for him.

He liked the show enough to pull you down and latch his lips onto the least abused peak, moaning against your flesh while the different angle had you seeing stars when you came almost instantly.

It had been awhile since you fucked someone but had it always been this good? Always been so euphoric and blissful? Always had your vision blurry when you came and so hard that both of your thighs felt soaked? No, this was entirely Mingi and his big fucking cock that had you drooling and grinning like a fool.

Hearing him moan out your name lowly against your ear a moment later while he filled up your womb with his seed had the tears over overstimulation falling, but you were too blissed out to care.

Hell you were too blissed out to remember anything else that had happened that day, or why you had suddenly given into the man when he had technically been a dick to you and had shown no interest in you but sexual and that was only because of what happened in the club.

None of that filtered through your mind as you collapsed against him, his cock still pulsating inside you even as it was spent. Both of you had been too caught up to even think about where he would cum, but you were glad it was inside. It felt… possessive.

His hands ran up and down your body, labored breathing slowly returning to normal but your head still felt quite light. “Mingi?” You still found yourself calling out for him.

“Yes?” He kissed your shoulder and you can tell he was smiling.

“I think… I need some more convincing.” You mumbled after a moment, pushing yourself up and grinning down at him.

He looked up at you incredulously before grinning. “I’m supposed to be resting for a few days… I promise to have you thoroughly convinced by then.”

You were looking forward to it.

Taglist (form): @mingsolo | @wowie-hockey | @crispybaguettes | @tiny-apocalypse

Taglist will be continued in a reblog!!

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that1geek06 · 1 year ago

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Hi, how are you? Could you write Harry Hook and male reader? The reader is Audrey's brother and super shy, and he meets Harry when the group of VKs went to save Ben.

HOWDY THERE, I'm alright thank you for asking :D I hope your doing good as well, but I can DEFINITELY do this, I'm so happy that my descendents work has been liked by the fandom and its time for the FIRST ROMANTIC FIC YAYYY so I apologize if its not amazing, lmk if there's anything I can do betterr

-SEEN-

Harry Hook x Male!Reader

Warnings: None (lmk if that's wrong)

Audrey Rose, the most popular and recognizable child of Aurora and Phillip. But not many people know or realize that she has a twin brother, Y/N.

He doesn't blame people for not knowing his lineage, he was the complete opposite of his sister. He preferred comfort over style, singularity instead of popularity, and quiet rather than loud. The only one Y/N really talked to was Ben, who would often hang out with the twin when he courted his sister. But even when the VK'S came and he got with Mal, Ben still showed his friendship and even introduced him to the darker group.

And Y/N loved the VK'S.

They just didn't care, and he admired that, without having to talk to much he became close to the small group. They almost took him under their wing and looked out for him. Basically, he never had any issues with Chad once the VK'S started hanging out with him.

So when he heard about Mal running back to the isle and the plan to get her back. He begged to go along. Ben disagreed at first but with some convincing Y/N was allowed to go with.

He had never been so excited for something before, as Evie dressed him and Ben up the clothes felt so nice, the darker tones of red and grey felt suiting, she even made his outfit to be incorporated as a hoodie which he loved.

And then finally they were off.

Ben was very nervous about being there, but with some guidance from Evie, Jay, and Carlos, they got the ways down quite quickly.

They finally made it to Mal's hideout, and Ben went up to talk to her. Y/N waiting for him to return at the bottom of the steps with the others. Though the stomping of his footsteps proved their conversation didn't go to well.

"She's not coming." Ben said annoyed and stomped off through the streets. The others paced and tried to get the attention of Mal. But Y/N ran off to catch up with Ben.

After a small jog he's back at his side, "T-try not to worry to much Ben. Mal's going through a lot, I'm sure she'll come around here soon." He said in a soft tone, trying to comfort the soon to be king.

But Ben just sighs and shakes his head, "I doubt she will, I pushed her to far.."

The two turn a corner, when suddenly they see 2 other shadows, with a low chuckle one spoke. "Well ain't this just perfect, Uma will be please with this catch. A king and a prince, aye now that's somthin' special."

They step into the light, the taller one had a kind smile on his face surprisingly, his eyes set on Ben. "I knew I recognized you Ben! My dad wishes yours would rot in the underworld by the way." Y/N was confused by the guys happiness, and turned to look at the one the spoke earlier, only to find his eyes already on him.

The boy in the red coat smirked, twirling the handheld hook in his hand. "That you did Lad. Now, lets get this crown an' beauty to Uma." And then everything went black. But Y/N wasn't scared, he only thought one thing.

Did that VK really recognize him?

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Y/N slowly opens his eyes, the smell of salt water stinging his nose. He squinted and looked around, eyes adjusting to the light, he tries to move, but he finds himself tied up to a pole.

A light chuckle makes him look up, "Welcome back sleepin' beauty, sorry ya didn't geta kiss like your mum." The boy from earlier smirked, but instead of feeling threatened, Y/N's heart skipped a beat, cheeks turn a light shade of red.

"...w-who are you?" He asks in a small voice, earning a large smile from the other boy. "How rude of me, tha names Harry, and I'm sure this piece o' metal can help ya fill in the rest." He answers, twirling it around once again.

He just nods, putting together he was Captain Hooks son. "Your a quiet one aint ya. Never really talkin' much at those fancy meetings up there." Harry comments, a teasing smirk on his face as he looks him up and down.

Y/N's eyes widened at that, "You've.. noticed me? You know who I am?" He asks in such a quiet voice it was barely a whisper. And he watches as Harry's face falls for a second. He goes to answer when Ben starts to wake up. And that crazed facade comes back as he turns his attention onto the young king.

After a few minutes though the other boy who helped capture him who he learned to be Gil announced Mal and the groups arrival. They had actually brought the wand. But when she pretended to use it on dude, Y/N knew that something wasn't right.

But Uma believed it.

Harry cuts the ropes off of Ben and Y/N, complaining about how his fun was ruined, though it felt almost as if his touched lingered a little longer than normal when he cut the ropes off of Y/N.

Then Mal and Uma trade, and the two royals were back with their group.

Mal starts trying to rush Ben away as Uma attempts to use the wand, and like he suspected, it didn't work. And then a big fight breaks lose.

Y/N fights, but nothing to harm anyone, he couldn't do any such thing. Finally they get space between them and the pirates and are getting ready to make an escape, until-

"BEAUTY!!" Y/N hears Harry yell, he looks back and makes eye contact with him, the pirate smirks, still dripping wet from grabbing his hook out of the water, clothes clinging to his body.

"I always noticed ya!" He yells again, answering Y/N's question from before.

He felt is face flare up and his heart drop as he stare into the other boys eyes. Only for the contact to be broken by Jay pulling him to follow out.

In a daze Y/N followed, mind and heart hooked on the pirate that had noticed him..

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YAYY I loved this sm I hope you do tooo, and anon I hope this makes your day dreams a little easier to imagine <3

-Also, if anyone's interested, I'd be willing to make this a part two?? Tell me if I shouldd-

Lmk if there's anything I can do to improve I welcome any and all help, also, PAUSE. RN. GET A SNACK. Reading is so fun on a full stomach, but anyways, HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT MY GOOBERS, happy readingg 👾

#male x male #x reader #descendants x male reader #descendants x reader #gay #descendants #harry hook #harry hook x reader #harry hook x male reader #imagine

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twisting-echo · 5 months ago

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A romantic collage of my Peter Pan crossover ships.

✨Ships✨

Lampwick (Pinocchio 1940) x Tiger Lily (Peter Pan 1953). I love these two a lot! I have a thing for malewife x girlboss dynamics, and they fit the bill. Ship belongs to @bellalampwickrossi

Alice (Alice in Wonderland 1951) x Peter Pan (Peter Pan 1953). They are a ship that sails itself.

Briar Rose/Aurora (Sleeping Beauty 1959) x Captain Hook (Peter Pan 1953). Yes, I ship Hook and Aurora. You can thank Once Upon a Time for inspiring me. Plus, this AMV that I watched ages ago! I'll leave the link - here.

Stitch (Lilo and Stitch 2002) x Tinker Bell (Peter Pan 1953). I know this ship is the oddball of the bunch, but trust me when I say that they match each other's chaotic energy. I'm not going to lie; back when I was a kid playing Disney Infinity, I kinda shipped them because they were released together. But it was this adorable Phantom Manor pin that sealed the deal for me. Plus, I headcanon that Stitch calls her Tinkieboo—cute, right? Anyway, here is the link to the post on why I ship them - here.

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ghxstwrites · 1 year ago

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Petals and Praise

Pairing: Yeosang x Chubby/Plus Size reader

Summary: When you're feeling a little insecure, your boyfriend is there to make sure you love yourself just as much as he does

WC: 1098

Warning(s): Pussy Drunk! Yeosang, oral sex, loads of praise, pet name usage (Baby, Love, Pretty, Sangie), swearing, reader has female anatomy, overstimulation, squirting, fingering general messy Yeosang

Genre: Smut (MDNI), Fluff

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society

You stood in front of the mirror observing your body in the dress you’d recently bought. Examining all the ways it hugged your body in all the most unflattering spots.

‘It looked cute on the rack…’

You’d thought to yourself, yours and Yeosang’s 1 year anniversary was quickly approaching and you’d agreed on a nice dinner and a stroll through the park to admire the freshly blooming cherry blossoms, so you’d wanted to look nice for him. Just as you’d lost yourself in your spiral of thoughts, your boyfriend walks through the door

“Y/N, baby, what are - Oh…” He stops mid sentence to stare at you, his eyes taking in your figure as you stand there. Your eyes met his.

“Sangie? Is everything okay?” you looked at him, his brain seemingly has ceased to function. “Y/N-ah….” he states softly, walking over behind you wrapping his arms around your soft body.

You look away from him as he comes up behind you, “it.. I liked it on the rack and it -” you’re cut off by Yeosang leaning down to place soft kisses across your shoulder, whispering softly “You look gorgeous…" His words cause a shiver to run down your spine.

“But.. it hugs all the wrong spots and it does - “ once again, your words ceased by Yeosangs actions as he runs his hands over your curves gripping softly “You look perfect, and I wish you could see yourself the way I see you… Y/N… Look at me.. “ you turn to face him as you look up at him, his eyes holding what seemed to be all the love and adoration in the world for you as he smiles. “Do I need to show you just what you do to me?”

With that, Yeosang leans down gently kissing you as he grips onto your hips, pulling you closer, arms instinctively coming up to wrap around his neck as he deepens your kiss, slowly pulling the zipper to the dress down, you let it fall to the floor he pulls back as he looks at you with blown pupils “No bra?.. “ he says softly as he reaches up cupping your breast with one hand, letting his thumb graze over your nipple as the other rubs small circles on your hip. Your breath gets caught in your throat before you’re able to form a reply as Yeosang leads you over to your shared bed.

“Y-Yeosang…” is all you can manage to muster as he hovers over you, placing small kisses on your neck and chest, arousal pooling between your legs as he works his way down your body, soft praises being whispered over your skin as he leaves behind blooms of purple and pink, your hands finding his blonde locks as quiet moans escape your mouth.

“Fucking perfect..” is all you manage to make out before he takes your nipple in his mouth, his hand coming up to roll the other between his fingers, causing you to squirm in his touch. “B-baby please…” at this point you don't even know why or what you’re begging for, but you're engulfed in a cloud of pleasure as Yeosang continues to tease the buds, releasing the one from his mouth with a soft pop, “Patience pretty… a body like yours takes time to tend to… need you to see just how fucking perfect you are..” He smirks against your skin as he places more kisses on your body, he settles between your legs as his eyes look up at you “so wet for me..” as he places a chaste kiss to your clothed core, causing you to whimper.

With a smirk against your skin he hooks his fingers into your panties as he slides them down your legs, tossing them somewhere in the room as he lets out a groan under his breath as he leans in, pressing teasing kisses to your core, causing you to moan. Yeosang hooks his muscular arms around your thighs as he pulls your fold apart revealing your sex to him he watches as you clench around nothing before licking a stripe up from your entrance and finally focusing on your clit. With his firm hold on your lower half he latches onto the sensitive nub as he tongue skillfully works at it, causing that familiar warmth to pool in your lower tummy.

“Yeos… Yeosangie… feels so good” you manage to choke out as he hums causing you to arch your back, finding his blonde locks once again trying to ground yourself, but the man between your legs is making it increasingly difficult to focus on anything, You feel the band getting tighter in your stomach threatening to snap as he continues to lap your clit. “Sangie.. S’close..” you manage to choke out as a warning to which he grips onto you, humming against you once more triggering your release as you arch your back into him as your orgasm washes over you.

Yeosang does not let up however, tongue continuing to work you through your release, smirking against your core as he continues to lap up your juices. “Y-Yeosang!” you scream out as you try to squirm away, being driven into overstimulation he only pins you to the bed with his arm across your lower belly, “Not yet pretty… taste too good.”

You fall back against the bed as the heat begins to pool in your belly again. “Sangie… need you..” is all you manage to whine out, getting the hint, Yeosang moves to insert his fingers as he continues to lap at your core.

“Like that, pretty? Does it feel good?” He chuckles against you as he fingers work you open, curling against that spongy spot with every thrust, mixed with him still lapping at your sensitive nub, you let out a cry as your second orgasm rips through you, gushing fluids down your lovers face and your own thighs. Finally pulling back, he stares back up at you, as you meet his gaze you see your own fluids dripping from his chin and his mouth still wet from your slick as he places soft kisses to your thighs.

He lies next to you and pulls you close, peppering kisses on your shoulder. “You should wear that dress more often, it looks good on you love..”he says as he nestles into your shoulder. “What about you Sangie.. Wanna make you feel good too..” you retort back at him.

“Shh..” he hums in your ear “As long as my baby feels good… I feel good.” placing one more kiss to the underside of your ear.

A/N: "We know sangie is a messy eater... what if he ate pussy the same way?" @jyunhosbby ... Thank you for the Yeosang brain rot.

#yeosang #kang yeosang #yeosang smut #ateez smut #atz smut #atz yeosang #atz yeosang smut #yeosang x reader #ateez x chubby reader #yeosang x chubby reader #mirohsaurorasociety

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shiorihyugawrites · 7 months ago

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The Devil's Bride

Aurora Jaeger, Eren's long-lost childhood friend, was taken from him when they were children. After years of suffering under Marleyan control, Aurora is reunited with Eren while he’s undercover in Marley, igniting a bond neither of them expected. Despite her gentle nature, Aurora breaks her vow of pacifism to save Eren’s life, solidifying their deep connection. Secretly married before the Raid on Liberio, Aurora is swept into Eren's world of chaos and destruction. As the Scouts learn of her existence, tensions rise on the airship home. Mikasa’s heart shatters, and Levi demands answers. And Eren will stop at nothing to protect the only light left in his dark world—his bride, Aurora.

In this journey of love, loyalty, and war, Aurora must reconcile her innocent heart with the brutal reality of the man she loves, while Eren faces the truth of what he’s become. (Eren x OC)

Chapter Thirty Four

Floch stood outside the closed door, his ear pressed close enough to catch every word of Eren and Aurora’s conversation. His face twisted in displeasure as he listened to the emotional exchange. Aurora was crying, pleading, and what did Eren do? Comfort her. Forgive her. Let her off with nothing more than a scolding. Floch’s jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

Two months. She had lied to Eren, to all of them, for two whole months about something so critical it could have endangered the entire operation. If Porco had attacked the compound, if the Queen had been harmed—Floch didn’t even want to imagine the chaos that would have unfolded. And yet, here was Eren, brushing it all aside because it was Aurora. His precious wife who, in Floch’s eyes, could do no wrong.

Floch rolled his eyes, his disdain growing as he recalled Aurora’s earlier hysteria about a "ghost." He thought it was nothing more than a convenient ploy to make herself appear vulnerable and sympathetic, diverting Eren’s attention from her wrongdoing. And of course, it worked. Eren, blinded by love, fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

"Ridiculous," Floch muttered under his breath.

His thoughts turned darker as he considered what Aurora’s presence had done to Eren. The once single-minded soldier, determined to secure Paradis’s future at any cost, was now "playing house," coddling his pregnant wife when he should be focused on the mission. Floch’s lip curled at the thought. It wasn’t just Eren either—now even Queen Historia was entangled in some idiotic romantic drama with the Jaw Titan.

“We’re fighting for our survival,” Floch thought bitterly. “And they’re losing themselves in love stories.”

He could feel his frustration boiling over, but he knew better than to voice it. Eren wouldn’t listen. His judgment was compromised. Floch sighed through his nose, straightened his posture, and cleared his throat sharply.

Knocking on the door, he waited a beat before pushing it open. He found Eren sitting on the edge of the bed next to Aurora, his hand still resting protectively over her baby bump. Aurora’s tear-streaked face turned toward Floch, but he ignored her entirely, his gaze fixed on Eren.

“Eren,” Floch said crisply, his tone tinged with impatience. “The scouts are waiting. Captain Levi is ready to begin Galliard’s interrogation.”

Eren’s jaw tightened slightly, his expression unreadable as he looked at Floch. Without a word, he rose from the bed, straightening his posture as his piercing green eyes locked onto Floch.

“I’ll be there,” Eren said firmly, his voice low but commanding.

Floch gave a curt nod but couldn’t resist letting his gaze flicker toward Aurora one last time. He didn’t trust her—not now, not ever. She was a distraction, dangerous, a liability, and he feared what further damage her presence might cause.

Eren caught the subtle shift in Floch’s expression, his brow furrowing slightly, but he chose not to address it. Turning back to Aurora, his expression softened, and he cupped her face gently.

“I’ll be back soon,” he said, his tone softening for her.

Aurora nodded, her eyes still glossy from their earlier conversation. “Okay,” she whispered.

Eren stepped past Floch, his demeanor sharpening as he left the room. Floch trailed after him, his own thoughts still simmering with resentment.

As they headed toward the basement where Levi and the scouts awaited, Floch dared to speak up. “You’re being too soft on her,” he said quietly, his tone just barely masking his disapproval.

Eren stopped mid-step and turned, his expression so cold it made Floch’s words catch in his throat.

“Watch your mouth,” Eren warned, his voice sharp and cutting. “That’s my wife you’re talking about.”

Floch swallowed hard but didn’t reply, his frustration bubbling just below the surface as he followed Eren the rest of the way in silence.

But Eren’s irritation simmered beneath his calm exterior as he walked alongside Floch toward the basement. His annoyance wasn’t new—Floch had a knack for getting under his skin—but the audacity to involve Aurora in his petty critiques was the last straw. It was one thing for Floch to be insubordinate or to question orders, but dragging Aurora into it? That was a line Eren wouldn’t tolerate being crossed.

Truth be told, Floch’s attitude grated on him. Ever since Floch had taken it upon himself to hunt down Levi and Mikasa without permission, Eren had found it increasingly difficult to even look at the man. Floch’s actions were reckless, and his blatant opposition to Aurora, though subtle, wasn’t lost on Eren. Yet, as much as Eren disliked him, he grudgingly acknowledged his utility. Floch had proven to be an effective leader for the Jaegerists, rallying them when the old brass faltered. His conviction, while often misguided, was unshakable, and the Jaegerists followed him without hesitation.

It was convenience, nothing more. Floch was a tool, a necessary evil to keep the Jaegerists in line. Beyond that, Eren couldn’t care less about him.

The sound of their boots echoed against the stone walls as they approached the basement. The air between them was thick with tension, but neither said a word. Floch’s silence was unusual—likely a calculated move to avoid provoking Eren further after his earlier remarks. Eren’s expression was unreadable, his green eyes fixed ahead, but his clenched fists betrayed his simmering anger.

When they reached the basement, Mikasa was already there, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. Her dark eyes flicked between Eren and Floch, immediately sensing the tension between them. She raised a brow slightly but said nothing, opting instead to observe.

Eren pushed the heavy door open, revealing the dimly lit space where Levi was waiting. Porco was restrained in the center of the room, his limbs still healing from Levi’s earlier assault. His sharp gaze flickered to the newcomers.

Levi stood near Porco, arms crossed, his expression as sharp as ever. “Took you long enough,” Levi said flatly, his voice carrying its usual edge. “I was starting to think you were having a tea party upstairs.”

Eren ignored the remark, stepping inside and allowing the door to close behind him. Floch followed, his posture rigid as he positioned himself near the wall. Mikasa remained in the doorway, her gaze shifting between the occupants of the room.

Porco’s smirk widened as his eyes landed on Eren. “Jaeger,” he drawled, his tone mocking. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”

Eren didn’t respond immediately, his gaze locking onto Porco with an intensity that made the room feel smaller. “You’ve been real comfortable here for someone who was supposed to kill Historia,” Eren said coldly, his voice low and dangerous.

Porco’s smirk didn’t falter. “What can I say? Your queen has a way of changing a man’s priorities.”

Levi’s expression darkened, his hand instinctively moving toward his blade. Mikasa tensed slightly, her eyes narrowing at Porco’s remark. Floch’s lips curled into a sneer, his disdain for Porco evident.

Eren took a step closer, his green eyes burning with barely restrained fury. “You don’t get to talk about her,” he said, his voice sharp enough to cut. “Not after everything you’ve done.”

Porco raised a brow, his smirk finally fading. “Funny. You’re angry with me, but your real problem should be with the people around you. Your wife, your queen—seems like everyone’s keeping secrets from you.”

Eren’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. The mention of Aurora was like a spark to dry kindling, reigniting his simmering frustration. Mikasa noticed the subtle shift in his posture and took a small step forward, ready to intervene if necessary.

Levi’s voice cut through the tension. “If you’re done playing therapist, we’re here to get answers, not hear your opinions.” His tone was icy, his patience clearly wearing thin.

Eren exhaled sharply through his nose, his gaze never leaving Porco. “Start talking,” he said, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of anger. “Why are you really here? And don’t waste my time.”

Porco’s gaze flickered between the group, his smirk replaced by a wary expression. The tension in the room was palpable, the weight of the situation pressing down on everyone. Floch shifted uncomfortably against the wall, his usual arrogance momentarily muted by the intensity of the moment.

The tension in the room thickened as the door creaked open and Hange and Armin stepped inside, their expressions somber. They exchanged brief glances with the others before focusing on Porco, who sat chained and bloodied in the center of the room. Mikasa stood behind him, her blades drawn, her sharp gaze fixed on his every move.

Levi leaned against the table, his arms crossed, his glare unwavering. “You’re going to tell us everything,” he said coldly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Every detail of what you’ve done since you landed on Paradis. And if I even think you’re lying, you won’t have hands to bite anymore.”

Porco’s jaw tightened, but he nodded. “Fine. I’ll tell you everything.”

“Start talking,” Levi snapped.

Porco took a deep breath, his gaze briefly flickering to Eren, whose narrowed eyes burned with distrust. “After the Cart, Armored, and I failed to capture your wife or kill your queen during the first attack, I stayed behind. I... I couldn’t leave,” he admitted, his voice wavering slightly. “I’ve been hiding in the woods near the compound, meeting with Historia.”

“And what exactly have you two been doing?” Levi pressed, his voice sharp.

Porco hesitated, glancing at the floor. “Talking. Planning. We tried to figure out a way to stop all this—stop the Rumbling, stop Marley, stop the killing. But every plan we came up with fell apart. Every path led to someone dying, whether it was Paradis or Marley. There’s no winning here. Someone has to lose. And the truth is, it’s going to take blood to end this, no matter which side you’re on.”

The room grew heavy with his words, the weight of the revelation settling on everyone’s shoulders. Armin shifted uncomfortably, his brows furrowed as he exchanged a worried glance with Hange. Mikasa’s grip on her blades tightened, her knuckles whitening. Even Levi, usually unshakable, looked grim.

Eren’s voice cut through the silence like a blade. “We already knew that,” he said bluntly, his tone laced with impatience. “You’re wasting our time. Tell us something useful. When is Marley launching their attack?”

Porco’s eyes met Eren’s, and he let out a dry laugh. “You’re just as ruthless as they said. But fine, I’ll tell you. Marley’s gathering their forces. They’ll launch a full-scale attack in five months. Maybe six if their alliance with the Global Allied Forces holds steady.”

Eren’s jaw tightened. “And Zeke?”

Porco hesitated again, glancing between the faces in the room. “Zeke’s on his way here. He’s supposed to rendezvous with your forces in two months.”

The air in the room shifted. Levi’s eyes narrowed. Mikasa adjusted her stance slightly, her blades glinting under the dim light. Hange rubbed her chin thoughtfully, her mind already racing with the implications.

Armin broke the silence, his voice quieter but no less resolute. “So it’s true. Zeke’s still part of Marley’s plan. Eren, you... you don’t have to do this.”

Eren’s gaze snapped to Armin, his green eyes hard. “Do what?”

“The Rumbling,” Armin said, his voice firm. “There has to be another way.”

“There isn’t,” Eren replied sharply, his tone cutting. “You’ve seen what Marley and the world think of us. You’ve seen what they’re willing to do. They’re not going to stop until every last one of us is dead. The Rumbling is the only way to ensure Paradis survives.”

Armin stepped closer, his expression pleading. “Eren, you’re talking about genocide. Millions of people. There has to be another solution. We just... we need more time.”

“Time we don’t have,” Eren shot back. “You think Marley’s going to give us time to figure this out? They’re coming, Armin. They’re bringing their armies, their bombs, their hatred. And when they get here, they won’t care about negotiations or peace. They’ll destroy us. All of us.”

The room fell silent again, the weight of Eren’s words hanging heavy in the air. Hange adjusted her glasses, her expression conflicted. Mikasa’s gaze flickered between Eren and Armin, her own thoughts carefully guarded.

Levi finally spoke, his voice low and steady. “We’re not here to debate philosophy. We need to focus on the threat at hand. If Zeke’s coming in two months, we need to prepare. The enemy isn’t going to wait for us to sort out our moral dilemmas.”

Eren nodded, his gaze shifting back to Porco. “You’re going to tell us everything you know about Marley’s plans. Every detail.”

Porco stared at him for a moment before nodding reluctantly. “Fine.”

As the interrogation continued, the tension in the room remained thick. But for Eren, his thoughts kept drifting back to Aurora—her fear, her tears, her guilt. He pushed the thoughts aside, forcing himself to focus. There was no room for weakness now. Not with everything at stake.

…

Meanwhile, Historia paced the confines of her quarters, her chest tight with guilt. Aurora’s distressed face lingered in her mind, the hurt and fear in her friend’s eyes weighing heavily on her. She had been selfish. No matter how much she justified her actions with Porco, involving Aurora had been wrong. She should’ve handled it on her own.

Determined to set things right, Historia squared her shoulders and moved toward the door. Two Jaegerist guards were stationed outside, arms crossed, their postures rigid.

“Where are you going, Your Majesty?” one of them asked, stepping into her path.

“I’m going to see Aurora,” Historia said firmly, her tone brooking no argument.

The second guard frowned. “Under Floch’s orders, we’re to keep you confined to your quarters.”

Historia’s jaw tightened. “Confined? Am I a prisoner now?”

The first guard hesitated. “It’s for your safety, Your Majesty—”

Historia’s voice sharpened, cutting through his excuse. “I am the Queen of the Walls. My safety is my concern, not Floch’s. I will not be confined in my own home.”

The guards exchanged uncertain looks, but neither dared defy her further. With a nod of dismissal, Historia brushed past them, her steps resolute as she made her way to Aurora and Eren’s quarters.

But when she reached the door, she hesitated. Guilt and shame pooled in her stomach. She had been a horrible friend, asking Aurora to carry her secret for months. What had she been thinking? Taking a deep breath, she knocked softly.

The door creaked open, and Aurora stood there, her eyes wide with surprise. Her face was pale, her eyes rimmed red from crying.

“Historia?” Aurora’s voice was soft, almost disbelieving. “What are you doing here?”

“I needed to see you,” Historia said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. She shut the door behind her and turned to face her friend. “Aurora, I owe you an apology.”

Aurora blinked, taken aback. “Apology?”

“Yes.” Historia’s voice trembled slightly, but she pressed on. “I was selfish. I never should’ve asked you to keep my secret. It wasn’t fair to you, and it put you in an impossible position. You’ve been nothing but kind to me, and I used that kindness for my own benefit. I’m so sorry, Aurora.”

Aurora stared at her, her hands resting protectively over her growing baby bump. Her lips trembled, and she shook her head. “I just wanted to help you, Historia. You’ve been such a good friend to me, the first real friend I’ve ever had. I didn’t want to let you down. But I—” Her voice broke, and she looked away. “I realize now that I shouldn’t have kept it from Eren.”

“You’re right,” Historia said softly. “You shouldn’t have. I should’ve handled it on my own. I didn’t think about what it would mean for you to keep this secret. I put you in an awful position, and I hate that I did that to you.”

Aurora’s gaze flickered back to Historia, tears shining in her eyes. “Eren was so hurt. He’s never talked to me like that before. It’s my fault.”

“It’s my fault,” Historia said firmly, taking a step closer. “Don’t blame yourself for my mistakes. I dragged you into this mess, and I’m going to fix it. I promise.”

Aurora looked at her for a long moment before finally nodding. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Historia reached out and took Aurora’s hands, squeezing them gently. “You’re a better person than I deserve as a friend. I’m so sorry, Aurora. I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right.”

The two women stood there for a moment, a fragile but genuine understanding passing between them. For the first time in weeks, Aurora felt a flicker of relief. Maybe, just maybe, they could both find a way to fix the chaos that had unfolded.

…

Back with the scouts, the room was thick with tension as Eren, Levi, Hange, Armin, and Floch huddled together, discussing their next moves. The interrogation of Porco Galliard had been exhausting, yielding a trove of critical information about Marley’s military plans and the timeline of their invasion. Six months. That’s all they had left. But Zeke’s arrival in two months complicated things even further.

Hange leaned against the table, arms crossed, her brows furrowed in deep thought. “Porco’s information is valuable, I’ll give him that. The details he gave us about Marley’s military coordination could give us an edge if we use them strategically.”

Armin nodded in agreement, his hands clasped in front of him as he spoke. “If we combine his knowledge with ours, we might be able to come up with a plan that doesn’t involve the Rumbling. Maybe... maybe there’s a way to target Marley’s leadership or military infrastructure without resorting to genocide. If we’re smart about it, we can buy time.”

Eren let out a sharp exhale, his arms folded tightly across his chest. His green eyes were dark with mistrust. “Porco’s information is only as useful as the truth behind it. How do we know he’s not feeding us lies to stall or manipulate us? He’s a Marleyan soldier—one trained to hate us.”

Mikasa stood beside Eren, her hand on her blade’s hilt, her expression unreadable. “Eren’s right. We can’t let our guard down around him. Just because he’s in chains doesn’t mean he’s not dangerous.”

Floch scoffed from his corner of the room, his face twisted with disdain. “You’re all wasting time debating whether or not to trust him. It’s simple. We feed him to someone loyal to us, someone we can actually trust, and gain the Jaw Titan’s power for Paradis. We don’t need him alive.”

Hange turned sharply toward Floch, her voice laced with irritation. “Do you ever stop thinking with your fists, Floch? Porco’s not just a titan shifter. He’s a resource. If we lose him, we lose access to Marleyan strategy, insights, and potentially any connections we might exploit. We can’t afford to squander that.”

Armin interjected, his voice calm but firm. “And feeding him to someone isn’t as simple as you make it sound, Floch. Choosing a successor isn’t something we can do lightly. If we make the wrong choice, we could end up in a worse position.”

Floch crossed his arms, glaring at Armin. “You’re just delaying the inevitable, Armin. He’s the enemy, and keeping him alive is a liability. What if he escapes? What if he betrays us?”

Levi, who had been silently observing the argument, finally spoke, his tone icy. “Porco isn’t going anywhere. As long as I’m here, he won’t get the chance to try anything. But Floch isn’t entirely wrong. The Jaw Titan’s power in the hands of someone we trust would give us an edge.”

Eren’s gaze hardened as he leaned forward, addressing the room. “Zeke’s arrival changes everything. Once he’s here, I’m going to make contact with him and activate the Rumbling. That’s the only plan that guarantees our survival. We can’t afford to waste time chasing alternatives that won’t work.”

Armin’s frustration bubbled over, and he slammed his hands on the table. “And what about the rest of the world, Eren? Do you really think wiping out countless lives is the only way to secure peace? You’re not even giving us a chance to find another way!”

Eren glared at Armin, his voice cold and resolute. “I’ve given you plenty of time, Armin. You’ve spent months trying to come up with a better solution, and where has it gotten us? Nowhere. Marley is coming for us, and we can’t negotiate with people who want us dead. It’s us or them.”

The room fell silent, the weight of Eren’s words settling heavily over them. Hange sighed, rubbing her temples. “We need to think about the bigger picture. Porco’s information could give us leverage, but we need to be smart about how we use it.”

Floch, unrelenting, muttered under his breath, “Or we could stop wasting time and take action.”

Levi’s sharp gaze snapped to Floch, silencing him immediately. “Enough. We’ll keep Porco alive for now. But if he so much as twitches the wrong way, I’ll handle it personally.”

Hange nodded, trying to lighten the mood slightly. “And maybe we should all take a moment to breathe. We’re not going to solve this tonight.”

Eren, still seething, turned away from the group. “I’m done here. You can keep debating if you want, but I’ve made up my mind.”

Without waiting for a response, he strode toward the door, his mind already racing. He couldn’t shake the image of Aurora’s tear-streaked face from earlier. He’d deal with her betrayal later. For now, his focus had to be on the battle ahead.

Mikasa watched him leave, her expression unreadable. “He’s not going to change his mind.”

Hange sighed, leaning back against the wall. “No, he won’t. But we still have to try.”

As the door shut behind Eren, the room fell into an uneasy silence, the weight of their collective decisions hanging heavy in the air.

But Eren halted in his tracks as he stepped into the hallway, surprised to see Historia standing there, her posture tense and defiant. Right behind her was Aurora, her head bowed slightly, still trailing after the queen. She was supposed to be resting, and Historia wasn’t supposed to leave her quarters under Floch’s orders. What were they doing here?

Eren’s brow furrowed in irritation, his voice sharp. “Historia, what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in your quarters.”

Historia didn’t flinch under his tone. Instead, she straightened her back, her chin held high. “I’m here to see Porco.”

Aurora shifted uncomfortably beside her, avoiding Eren’s gaze. The tension between them from earlier was still palpable, and Eren’s jaw clenched as he glanced briefly at his wife before returning his glare to Historia.

“No,” Eren said bluntly. “You shouldn’t even be here right now. Porco’s fine, but you’re not seeing him.”

“I don’t need your permission,” Historia shot back, stepping closer. “I’m the queen, Eren. I have a right to see him.”

Eren’s frustration bubbled over. “The only thing you have a right to do is stay safe. You should be guarded right now, not wandering around the compound.”

Historia didn’t back down, her voice firm. “I’m not here to argue about my safety. I want to see Porco.”

Eren scoffed and crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing. “The answer is still no. He’s under heavy surveillance for a reason.”

At that moment, the door to the interrogation room opened, and Levi emerged, dragging Porco by his chains. Porco’s eyes immediately darted to Historia, his expression softening for a brief moment before he forced himself to look away. Levi’s sharp gaze flicked between Historia and Porco, his irritation obvious.

“Great,” Levi muttered under his breath. “More love drama. Just what we need.”

Historia stepped forward, her determination unwavering. “Captain, I need to speak with him.”

Levi raised an unimpressed eyebrow, his tone flat. “No, you don’t. And he’s not speaking to you.”

“Why not?” Historia demanded, her voice rising in frustration. “You’ve already interrogated him. What harm could it do?”

Levi rolled his eyes, his patience clearly wearing thin. “For starters, he’s under surveillance. Until he proves he’s not a threat, he’s staying far away from you. That’s non-negotiable.”

Historia clenched her fists, her face flushing with indignation. “I can make my own decisions, Captain.”

Levi’s tone grew sharper. “Not when they involve endangering everyone else on this island because of some foolish romance.”

Porco bristled at Levi’s words, his voice tight. “Don’t talk to her like that.”

Levi turned to him with a steely glare, his blades glinting faintly at his sides. “And you—shut up. You’re lucky you’re still breathing.”

Historia opened her mouth to argue further, but Levi held up a hand, cutting her off. “Enough. I need to debrief you, alone.”

Historia’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Excuse me? You can’t just—”

“I can, and I will,” Levi interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. “We need to make sure your stories line up. I’m not taking any chances that you’ve been influenced by this idiot.”

Porco stiffened at the insult, but Levi’s cold glare kept him silent. Historia, however, wasn’t so easily silenced.

“I’m not some criminal, Captain,” she said, her voice tight with anger. “I’ve done nothing wrong.”

Levi’s expression didn’t waver. “Maybe not, but I’m not risking the safety of everyone here just because you decided to play house with the enemy.”

Historia’s cheeks flushed with both anger and embarrassment. She turned to Eren for support, but his expression was unreadable. His gaze flicked briefly to Aurora, who stood silently beside Historia, her hands resting protectively over her bump.

“Captain Levi’s right,” Eren said finally, his voice quiet but firm. “You need to clear this up.”

Historia’s shoulders sagged slightly, the fight draining out of her. She gave Levi a sharp nod, her eyes blazing. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

Levi gestured for her to follow, giving a sharp tug on Porco’s chains as he began dragging him back toward the holding cell. As they moved away, Floch appeared in the hallway, his expression smug as he took up position near Historia’s quarters, clearly prepared to enforce Eren’s earlier orders.

Eren turned his gaze to Aurora, his expression softening slightly. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Aurora, you should be resting. Go back to our quarters.”

Aurora hesitated, glancing at Historia’s retreating figure before nodding reluctantly. She began to turn away, her heart heavy with guilt and worry. As she walked back down the hall, she could feel Eren’s eyes lingering on her, the weight of his unspoken thoughts pressing heavily against her back.

Her steps grew heavier with each passing second as she walked toward the quarters she shared with Eren. Her mind, already fragile from the guilt and tension between them, spiraled into a whirlwind of tormenting memories.

The lies to Eren—her partner, her husband—gnawed at her conscience. The chilling image of the "ghost" haunted her. The memory of being hunted and nearly kidnapped flashed vividly, her breaths growing shallow. She could still feel the weight of the blade in her hand when she nearly killed Captain Levi, the Premier’s blood on her hands when she ended his life, and the chaos of the raid on Liberio filled her ears with the echoes of gunfire and screams.

Her knees wobbled as the image of the Marleyan soldiers she killed in the cabin surfaced, their lifeless faces etched in her memory. Then came the memory of Eren, his hands wrapped around a man’s throat, the life draining from his victim’s body as she watched helplessly. She was drowning in the horrors she had lived through—her life as a slave, her mother’s slow and agonizing death, and the sight of her father being consumed by Lara Tybur, who became the War Hammer Titan.

Her breaths hitched as the memories kept coming, crashing over her like relentless waves. Aurora’s steps faltered, her shoulders trembling as sobs wracked her body. She stopped entirely, clutching her baby bump instinctively as her vision blurred with tears. She couldn’t breathe—her chest was tight, and her heart pounded erratically. Panic clawed at her, gripping her throat like a vice.

Eren, who had been watching her walk away, immediately noticed her faltering steps and the way her shoulders shook. The sight of Aurora breaking down struck him like a dagger to the heart. In an instant, he was moving, his feet carrying him to her side in long strides.

“Aurora,” he said firmly but gently as he reached her, his hands immediately coming to rest on her shoulders. She flinched slightly at his touch but turned toward him, her tear-streaked face crumpled in anguish. Her wide, panicked eyes met his, and Eren felt his chest tighten.

“I-I can’t,” Aurora stammered, her voice shaking. “I can’t do this anymore, Eren. It’s too much—everything is too much.” Her words were barely coherent between her sobs.

Eren cupped her face with both hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears streaming down her cheeks. “Hey, hey, look at me,” he said softly, his voice steady even as worry churned in his stomach. “Breathe, Aurora. You need to breathe. Deep breaths, okay? Focus on me.”

She tried to do as he said, but her breaths were shallow and erratic, her body trembling. Eren leaned closer, his forehead touching hers as he whispered, “You’re safe, Aurora. I’ve got you. Nothing’s going to happen to you or the baby. Just breathe with me.”

He inhaled deeply, exaggerating the motion for her to see, and then exhaled slowly. Aurora struggled but tried to follow his lead, taking a shaky breath in and letting it out unevenly. Eren stayed with her, breathing with her until her panic began to subside. Her sobs quieted to soft whimpers, though her tears still fell.

“I’m sorry,” Aurora whispered, her voice breaking. “I’m so sorry for everything—for lying, for putting everyone in danger, for being weak—”

“You’re not weak,” Eren interrupted, his tone firm. “You’ve been through hell, Aurora. Anyone would break under what you’ve had to endure, but you’re still standing. You’re the strongest person I know.”

Aurora shook her head, tears spilling anew. “It doesn’t feel that way. I feel like I’m falling apart.”

Eren’s hands moved to cradle the back of her head, pulling her into his chest. “You don’t have to hold it together all the time. That’s why I’m here, Aurora. To catch you when you feel like you’re falling.” He rested his chin on top of her head, his arms wrapped protectively around her. “I’m not going anywhere, and you’re not alone in this.”

She clung to him, her hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt as she cried into his chest. Eren held her tightly, his own heart heavy as he felt the depth of her pain. He kissed the top of her head and whispered, “You’re not weak, and you’re not alone. We’re in this together, Aurora. Always.”

Aurora’s breathing gradually evened out, and she nodded against his chest, her sobs subsiding. She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with red-rimmed eyes. “I love you, Eren,” she whispered, her voice raw.

“I love you too,” he replied without hesitation, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “More than anything.”

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger there for a moment before guiding her back toward their quarters. “Come on. Let’s get you off your feet. You need to rest.”

Aurora nodded, letting Eren lead her back inside. Despite the lingering weight of her emotions, she felt a small flicker of comfort in his unwavering presence.

He guided Aurora to their room with gentle care, helping her ease into the bed. He brushed her hair from her face as she sat on the edge, her eyes still puffy and red from crying. Her body was exhausted, but the whirlwind of emotions and memories left her mind restless. Eren knelt in front of her, unlacing her boots and setting them aside before wrapping her in the warmest embrace he could muster.

“You’ve done enough for today,” he murmured softly, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. “You need to rest.”

Aurora nodded weakly, letting Eren guide her into the bed. He pulled the blanket over her and slid in beside her, wrapping his arms protectively around her. She nestled into his chest, her head tucked under his chin, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her ear began to soothe her frayed nerves. His fingers combed gently through her hair as he whispered, “I’m here, Aurora. You’re safe. Nothing’s going to hurt you.”

Her breathing evened out, and before long, she slipped into a deep sleep. Eren sighed in relief, holding her a little tighter. His heart ached seeing her like this, but he was grateful that, at least for now, she had found a little peace in his arms.

But Aurora’s "dreams" were unlike any she had ever experienced before. The warmth of Eren’s embrace faded, and she found herself standing in an otherworldly expanse. The sky above was dark, but not menacing, illuminated by a network of glowing paths that stretched infinitely in all directions, crisscrossing the air like celestial rivers. At the center of this ethereal realm stood a massive, otherworldly tree-like structure, its gnarled roots and branches twisting and sprawling in a way that defied logic. The sight was breathtaking, and Aurora was struck with awe and confusion.

“Where… am I?” she whispered, her voice echoing faintly.

Her wonder quickly turned to unease as she caught sight of her "ghost." The pale blonde girl stood a short distance away, her vacant, sorrowful eyes fixed on Aurora’s belly as usual. Aurora stiffened instinctively, her heart racing with fear. But this time, something held her back from running or screaming. There was no malice in the child’s gaze—only overwhelming grief and sadness.

Aurora’s breath hitched as she forced herself to stand still, her eyes never leaving the ghostly figure. “Who are you?” she asked softly, her voice trembling but curious. “What do you want from me?”

The girl didn’t answer. Instead, she took a hesitant step forward, her bare feet soundless against the shimmering path. Aurora’s pulse quickened as the girl closed the distance between them, her small hand reaching out. Before Aurora could react, the girl’s cold fingers brushed her forehead.

It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck Aurora. Her vision blurred, and a jarring sensation overtook her as she felt her consciousness being yanked out of her body and placed into another. Her surroundings changed abruptly. She was no longer in the strange, celestial realm but in a dark room illuminated only by the dim glow of an oil lamp hanging on the wall. The air smelled faintly of coffee, and she saw a steaming mug on the table in front of her.

Aurora’s senses felt strange and foreign, as if her body didn’t belong to her. She noticed the petite, frazzled-looking brunette standing across from her. There was something hauntingly familiar about the woman, but Aurora couldn’t place where she’d seen her before.

Her gaze drifted to the mirror on the wall. She turned to it hesitantly, and when she saw her reflection, a scream tore from her throat. Staring back at her was a tall, scruffy man with long, unkempt blonde hair and a beard. His piercing eyes held a resemblance to Eren’s, but they were sharper, colder. Aurora stumbled back, her hands flying to her face, only to find that the reflection moved with her.

“What is this?!” she cried out, her voice echoing unnaturally. Her senses spun as panic clawed at her chest.

…

Aurora jolted awake with a scream, her body trembling violently as she clutched at her chest. She was back in her bed, in her quarters, but the feeling of displacement and the terrifying vision of the man in the mirror lingered. Her heart pounded wildly, and her skin was clammy with sweat.

“Aurora!” Eren exclaimed, sitting up in alarm. He reached for her, his hands resting firmly on her shoulders. “What happened? Are you okay?!”

She stared at him, her wide, terrified eyes searching his face as if trying to confirm that he was real. “I-I don’t know,” she stammered, her voice shaky and raw. “I saw… something… someone.”

Eren pulled her into his arms, cradling her against his chest as he rocked her gently. “It was just a nightmare,” he whispered, though his own worry crept into his tone. “You’re safe now. Whatever you saw—it’s not real.”

Aurora clung to him, her breaths coming in short, uneven gasps. “Eren, it felt so real,” she murmured. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

Eren’s jaw tightened as he held her close, stroking her hair in an attempt to calm her. His mind raced with questions and unease. Something was clearly happening to Aurora, something beyond her control. And Eren vowed to get to the bottom of it—whatever it took.

…

Meanwhile on the other side of the sea in Liberio…

The dimly lit room was suffocating, its silence broken only by the rhythmic ticking of a clock on the wall. An oil lamp flickered faintly, casting long shadows that seemed to dance with unease as Pieck and Reiner stood before Zeke Jaeger. A steaming mug of coffee was on the table in front of him and the air was thick with tension, their faces grim. Marley’s plans to massacre the Eldians were no secret to them, and the weight of their next steps pressed heavily on their shoulders.

Pieck crossed her arms, her usual sly demeanor replaced by a rare seriousness. “We can’t do this alone, Zeke,” she began, her voice steady but low. “You know what the generals are planning. They want to wipe us out—our families, everyone in the internment zone. They’ve decided they don’t need us anymore.”

Reiner, standing beside her, nodded. His jaw was clenched, the familiar haunted look in his eyes even more pronounced. “This isn’t just about Paradis anymore. They’re not going to stop with the island. Marley wants to end every Eldian life—ours included.”

Zeke sat at the table, his fingers laced under his chin as he listened. The light of the oil lamp above cast shadows on his face, obscuring his expression. He looked contemplative, though not in the way Pieck and Reiner had hoped.

Pieck leaned forward, her tone growing more urgent. “You’re the only one who can help us, Zeke. You’ve always been a step ahead. If we can find a way to stop this genocide, we need to act now.”

Zeke’s eyes shifted to meet hers, but there was something detached in his gaze. He exhaled slowly. “I’ve known about Marley’s plans for some time now,” he admitted.

Reiner stiffened, his fists clenching at his sides. “And you’ve done nothing? They’re planning to kill everyone. Your own people.”

Zeke’s lips curled into a faint, almost pitying smile. “I don’t think you understand, Reiner. My plan goes far beyond what Marley intends. If we succeed in making contact with Eren, we can use the Founding Titan’s power to put an end to this cycle of hatred. No more suffering, no more war, no more Eldians.”

Pieck frowned, confusion lacing her features. “What are you talking about?”

Zeke leaned back in his chair, his voice calm but laced with conviction. “The Euthanasia Plan,” he said. “With the Founding Titan’s power, we can render every subject of Ymir incapable of reproduction. Marley won’t need to fear us anymore. The world will no longer have a reason to hate Eldians, and we’ll fade away peacefully.”

Reiner’s face twisted with rage. “You’re talking about killing our people—our future—just to appease Marley?”

Zeke raised a hand to silence him. “I’m talking about salvation. You don’t see the bigger picture, Reiner. The hatred won’t stop. This is the only way.”

Pieck opened her mouth to argue, but before she could, Zeke’s body stiffened. His eyes widened as if he’d been struck, and he let out a strangled scream that echoed in the small room. Pieck and Reiner exchanged alarmed looks as Zeke’s hand shot to his forehead.

“Zeke!” Pieck stepped forward, her voice laced with concern. “What’s wrong?”

But Zeke wasn’t in the room anymore.

He was standing in a place he’d only seen fleetingly in the past: the Paths. The dark sky stretched endlessly above him, and the massive tree-like structure loomed in the distance, its roots sprawling in every direction. Zeke’s heart raced as he took in the scene, his mind spinning with confusion and dread. Why was he here now?

Then he saw her.

A little girl stood nearby, her blank eyes staring ahead. The sight sent a chill down Zeke’s spine—he recognized her. She was the same child who appeared each time he visited the Paths, the very essence of the Founding Titan’s power. Ymir Fritz.

But this time, she wasn’t alone.

Standing beside her was a woman—petite, graceful, and radiant. Her distinct platinum blonde hair shimmered faintly in the dim light, cascading down her back like a waterfall of moonlight. Her eyes were closed, her expression serene yet haunting. Something about the shape of her face struck Zeke as eerily familiar.

His breath caught in his throat. “No… it can’t be.”

The woman’s resemblance to Dina, his mother, was uncanny. But it wasn’t Dina. And that hair… Zeke had heard stories of her—Eren’s wife. Aurora Jaeger.

“What is this?” Zeke whispered, his voice trembling. “Why is she here?”

His mind raced with possibilities. This should have been impossible. Aurora wasn’t a Titan shifter. She wasn’t even supposed to have access to the Paths. Unless…

The thought made Zeke’s stomach drop. Could she be a member of the royal family?

Before he could process the revelation, the little girl reached out and touched Aurora’s hand, and the scene began to blur and fade. Zeke felt himself being pulled back, the ethereal world of the Paths slipping away like sand through his fingers.

Zeke jolted back into his body with a gasp, his eyes wide and wild. He was disoriented, his heart hammering in his chest as if he’d run a marathon. Pieck was leaning over him, her brows furrowed with concern.

“Zeke!” she exclaimed. “What happened? You screamed.”

Zeke’s hand went to his chest as he tried to steady his breathing. He looked at Pieck, then at Reiner, but he couldn’t bring himself to answer. His mind was spinning, replaying the vision over and over.

Aurora Jaeger… in the Paths.

It was impossible, yet it had happened. And if she was truly connected to the royal family… the implications were staggering.

His mind was spinning like a wheel in mud, unable to find traction. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he paced the dimly lit room. The oil lamp on the wall flickered, casting jagged shadows that seemed to taunt his chaotic thoughts. Pieck and Reiner exchanged confused glances, their concern mounting as they watched him unravel.

“Zeke,” Pieck said carefully, her voice calm but firm. “What the hell just happened? You looked like you saw a ghost.”

Zeke froze mid-step, his eyes narrowing as if she’d hit too close to the truth. He turned to her slowly, his face unreadable, but the tension in his body betrayed his inner turmoil.

“Did you…” He hesitated, his voice tight. “Did you see anything unusual? Hear anything?”

Pieck frowned, crossing her arms. “No. You screamed, asked “What is this?” and went pale. That’s why I’m asking you what’s going on.”

Reiner stepped forward, his towering frame looming over Zeke. “We don’t have time for you to keep secrets, Zeke. If something’s wrong, you need to tell us.”

Zeke’s jaw tightened as he weighed his options. Should he tell them? Could he tell them? This wasn’t just about him anymore; this revelation had seismic implications. If Aurora Jaeger was connected to the royal family, it changed everything. It wasn’t just a coincidence that she had appeared in the Paths. It couldn’t be.

“I… need to think,” Zeke finally said, his voice low but steady. He turned away from them, running a hand through his hair as he tried to organize his thoughts. “Give me a moment.”

Pieck’s brow furrowed deeply. “You need to think? Zeke, you screamed like you were dying. What happened to you? Are you sick? Did something happen in your head?”

“Pieck, I said I need a moment!” Zeke snapped, the rare outburst startling both her and Reiner into silence.

Pieck exchanged a wary look with Reiner, who crossed his arms but said nothing. She sighed and leaned against the table, keeping her sharp eyes on Zeke as he turned his back to them.

Zeke’s mind raced as he replayed the vision in the Paths. The little girl—Ymir Fritz, without a doubt—had been standing there. That part wasn’t new to him. But the woman… Aurora. Her platinum blonde hair, her serene yet otherworldly presence—it couldn’t have been a hallucination. She wasn’t a Titan shifter. She shouldn’t have been there.

Unless…

Zeke swallowed hard, his throat dry. The only explanation that made sense was one that filled him with equal parts dread and fascination: Aurora Jaeger must truly be tied to the royal bloodline.

But how? His mother, Dina Fritz had been the last known royal, and she was long dead. His mother had told him once she had a younger cousin who supposedly died that she grew up withm but she never went into detail about her. And besides, the intelligience they from the Tyburs shows that Aurora Jaeger was born to an Eldian slave who worked for the Tyburs and a Marlyean who also worked for the family. Those two were far from any royal connections.

It didn’t add up, yet the Paths didn’t lie. Ymir Fritz didn’t manifest someone there unless they were significant.

“Zeke!” Reiner’s sharp tone cut through his spiraling thoughts, grounding him back to the present. “Enough. You need to explain what’s going on.”

Zeke sighed heavily and turned back to face them, his expression grim. “I… I saw something,” he admitted, his voice quiet but deliberate.

“What kind of something?” Pieck pressed, her arms still crossed but her posture less rigid.

Zeke hesitated. Should he tell them everything? The weight of the revelation pressed against his chest. He settled on partial truth. “It was in the Paths,” he said. “Something… unexpected happened.”

“The Paths?” Reiner repeated, his eyes narrowing. “You mean the Coordinate?”

Zeke nodded. “It’s more than that. It’s a connection to Ymir Fritz. To the Founding Titan’s power.”

“And what did you see?” Pieck asked, her voice cautious now.

Zeke’s eyes flickered toward them, measuring their reactions. “Aurora Jaeger,” he said finally, his words heavy with implication.

Reiner and Pieck froze, their confusion palpable. “Aurora?” Pieck said, disbelief coloring her tone. “Eren’s wife? How? She’s not a Titan shifter.”

“That’s what I thought too,” Zeke said, pacing again. “But she was there. In the Paths. Standing beside Ymir Fritz.”

Reiner’s brow furrowed deeply, his arms falling to his sides. “That doesn’t make sense. Why would she be there?”

Zeke’s lips pressed into a thin line. “There’s only one explanation I can think of. She might be… connected to the royal bloodline.”

Pieck’s eyes widened slightly, but her skepticism remained. “That’s a pretty big leap, Zeke. Aurora was a slave in Marley. How could she be related to royalty?”

“I don’t know,” Zeke admitted, frustration leaking into his voice. “But it’s the only thing that makes sense. Ymir doesn’t bring just anyone to the Paths. It has to mean something.”

Reiner shook his head, his expression clouded with doubt. “This doesn’t change anything. Royal or not, Aurora’s not going to stop Marley’s plans or help us figure out a way to end this.”

Zeke stopped pacing and looked at them both, his gaze intense. “It changes everything,” he said. “If Aurora has royal blood, it means she has a connection to the Founder’s power.”

Pieck and Reiner exchanged uneasy looks, the gravity of Zeke’s words sinking in.

“So what do we do?” Pieck asked finally, her voice quieter than usual.

Zeke’s expression darkened. “We find out the truth. And we use it to our advantage.”

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depressedstressedlemonzest · 2 years ago

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Love how hook is basically goth Draco Malfoy.

The RELIEF in mulan's face.

Belle is so fucking cute.

He is KILLING ME.

This fucking NERD

Those long Spinners fingers

This fucking LINE

He's TRUSTING HER AGAIN

This fucking FACE

He knows cora could hurt belle. Cora is public enemy #1

#just specific shot appreciation #mr. gold #rumplestiltskin #ouat rumple #once upon a time #belle x rumple #belle #belle french #rumbelle #killian jones #killian jones the goth draco malfoy #captain hook #mulan #aurora #ouat

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rowancries · 6 months ago

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STARMAN — REMUS LUPIN X READER

in which a tall, alluring boy & and loud chaotic party girl have unlikely chemistry.

A/N: OK so this story was legit writtrn for wattpad and it SHOWS… (btw my wattpad is rowancwries heh chapter 2 is up there). anywho this is a new series i worked SO hard on so feel free to show it some love and i’ll continue to cross post it :)

wc: around 2k+ warnings : use of (y/n)

CHAPTER 1 🪐

THE HUFFLEPUFF COMMON ROOM was buzzing. Hufflepuff had just beaten Ravenclaw in the first match of the season, and everyone in the house seemed elated to finally get a win.

The door to the common room swung open, and Charles Prescott, Hufflepuff's star Seeker strutted in. A cheer erupted from the crowd and Charlie grinned, like he had been expecting it all along.

"CHARLIE!"

(Y/n) (L/n) was standing on one of the couches in the corner, waving her firewiskey above her head to grab his attention. Aurora (often refered to as Rory) Clementine, her best friend, was sitting criss-crossed beside her, looking unimpressed.

Charlie spotted them immediately and made his way over. With a dramatic sigh, he flopped onto the couch.

"It's exhausting being this talented," Charlie groaned, letting his head fall back.

"Oh, poor you," Rory said flatly, handing him a glass with something there Professors would not approve of inside . "It must be so hard being Hufflepuffs newest hero."

(Y/n) smirked and leaned forward, shoving his shoulder. "It's getting harder to put up with your ego every day."

"I'm humble," Charlie argued, completely serious as he took a huge gulp of his drink.

"You're the opposite of humble," Rory deadpanned.

Charlie grinned. "Unbearably charming, then."

Before (Y/n) could come up with a retort, Charlie leaned toward her. "Speaking of unbearable," he said, "how many drinks have you had? You're looking a little too happy tonight. Should I prepare for you to need rescuing?"

She snorted, waving him off. "Please. This isn't my first party, Prescott."

"Oh, is that a challenge?"

Rory rolled her eyes, muttering something about the two of them being "basically insufferable" as they bantered back and forth. She reached for a handful of popcorn just as the conversation shifted, but her hand froze halfway.

"Don't look now," Rory muttered, leaning closer to (Y/n), "but Creepy Gryffindor is staring at you again."

(Y/n) frowned, glancing over her shoulder. Sure enough, Adam Abbott was standing by the snack table with a few of his Gryffindor friends. He had this smirk on his face that instantly made her regret looking. When he caught her eye, he raised his drink like he was toasting her.

She turned back around so quickly. "Why is he here?"

"Because ugly Gryffindors don't know how to stay in their own common room," Rory said.

Charlie, who had been watching the interaction, looked between the two of them. "Do I need to punch him?"

"No," (Y/n) said, though the idea of someone dumping pumpkin juice on Adam's head was tempting. "He's just... being werid. Like always."

"If he gets creepier, let me know," Charlie said, sitting up a little straighter. "I've been told my right hook is impressive."

Rory snorted, leaning back against the couch. "Yeah? By who?"

"Oh, you know, the guys," Charlie said casually, waving a hand like it was obvious.

"What guys?" Rory pressed, smirking. "Your favorite Gryffindor nuisances? Because I don't think their judgment counts for much."

Charlie scoffed. "No, not James and Sirius. Like the guys. Quidditch guys."

"Quidditch guys," Rory repeated slowly. "You mean the ones who can't walk past a mirror without checking their hair? That's your judge of character?"

"Hey, just because they care about their hair doesn't mean they don't appreciate a solid right hook," Charlie shot back, punching the air.

"Right," Rory said dryly. "Because when I think of someone who knows combat skills, I definitely think of Quidditch players."

"Laugh all you want, Clem, but my hook's legit. Ask MacMillan—he still flinches every time I go near him."

Rory rolled her eyes, fighting back a laugh. "You probably tripped and accidentally hit him."

"Okay, there was the one time but that an accident," Charlie admitted, "and it still worked, didn't it?"

"Sure," Rory said, dragging out the word. "Very intimidating, Prescott. Truly terrifying."

"I am terrifying," Charlie said, puffing up his chest dramatically.

(Y/n), who had been quietly sipping her beverage and watching them bicker, chimed in. "Charlie, the only thing terrifying about you is how seriously you take your hair routine."

"Oh, come on!" Charlie groaned, throwing his head back. "Not you too, (Y/n)."

"You use more product than I do," she said, grinning.

"That's because I'm an athlete," Charlie argued. "Do you know how much wind damage my hair takes? It's called self-care."

"Sure, Charlie," Rory said. "Wind damage. Not vanity at all."

"Whatever," Charlie muttered, crossing his arms. "At least I'm not letting some creepy Gryffindor guy wander around thinking he's hot stuff. I'll punch him if I have to."

Rory grinned. "You're all talk."

"Am not."

"Are too," she shot back.

"Want me to prove it?" Charlie challenged, leaning forward like he was about to march across the room and confront Adam then and there.

(Y/n) put a hand on his arm to stop him, laughing. "Okay, tough guy we get it. You're very strong and scary."

"Thank you," Charlie said, sitting back with a satisfied smirk.

Rory rolled her eyes again, but there was a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "You're ridiculous, Prescott."

"And yet you can't get enough of me," Charlie said, flashing her a grin.

"Yeah right," Rory scoffed, acting annoyed despite the smile she was fighting to suppress.

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The party raged on, people were packed into every corner. At some point, the "infamous" Marauders made their grand entrance, causing a ripple of excitement to sweep through the crowd.

Sirius Black and James Potter burst through the door each of them holding a bottle of firewhisky in one hand and wearing matching grins that promised nothing but mischief.

Sirius was devilishly handsome as always. His dark, shoulder-length hair was messy, yet well kept. He strode into the center of the room like he owned the place. Nobody could ever enchant a room as quickly and confidently as Sirius could. Well, maybe James.

James was glowing with his chaotic energy. His jet-black hair stuck up in every direction, a clear sign that he'd been messing with it as usual. He had his usual smirk, an obvious indication he was up to mischief settled on his face.

Arriving a few seconds later was Remus Lupin, who didn't try to command attention the way his friends did. His brown hair was neatly combed, though a few strands had fallen into his face. There were faint scars that traced his face and hands. Unlike James and Sirius, who radiated chaos, Remus had a calmness about him.

The room erupted into cheers and laughter at the sight of the trio, Sirius immediately raising his firewhisky bottle in a toast to no one in particular. "Hufflepuffs know how to party!" he declared.

James, however, had spotted someone in the crowd (Y/n). His grin widened, and he cut through the crowd with ease, ignoring the people around him, calling for his attention.

"Oi, (Y/n)!" he called, his voice cutting over the noise.

(Y/n), who had been sitting in the middle of the couch next to Charlie, raised her eyebrows as James approached. "Well, look who decided to grace us with his presence," she teased, with a fond smile.

James plopped down on the empty seat next to (Y/n), sprawled his legs across their lap. "And miss the biggest party of the year? Not a chance," he said, shoving his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Besides, you'd miss me if I didn't show up."

"You saw me like three days ago," (Y/n) said, rolling her eyes but laughing anyway.

"Three days too long," James said, grinning. "What've you been up to? Causing trouble without me?"

(Y/n) smirked. "Unlike you, I try not to draw attention to myself."

"Rubbish," James said, leaning closer. "You were just as bad as me when we were kids."

"That's because I didn't know any better," (Y/n) shot back, nudging him playfully.

(Y/n) had grown up with James; their families were close, and almost all of her earliest memories involved running through the Potters' backyard with James, both of them covered in dirt and laughing about something only they found funny. Even as they grew up they never grew apart, and James never changed. He was still the same loud and funny kid (Y/n) had met when she was four.

While James and (Y/n) talked, Sirius had started leading a group in a random drinking game Peter had told him about the day prior. Remus, however, had found a quieter corner, leaning against the wall with a drink in hand. His dark eyes occasionally flicked toward (Y/n) and James, a frown creasing his face as he watched them.

(Y/n) glanced over at him briefly and caught his gaze. For a moment, the noise of the party seemed to fade, and she felt a warmth rise to her cheeks. Was it all the alcohol in her system or was it the way Remus looked at her, so calm and observant?? She quickly looked back to James, hoping he hadn't noticed.

James, of course, was oblivious, already launching into a story about some ridiculous prank he and Sirius had pulled. (Y/n) listened, but her mind kept drifting back to the boy in the corner.

He leaned against one of the bookshelves, watching the chaos with that soft expression he always seemed to have. He wasn't like his friends—loud and dramatic and always at the center of the action. He was quieter, steadier. He didn't need anyone to notice him the way Sirius or James did.

(Y/n) noticed, though. She glanced over at him more than once, catching the way his hair fell into his eyes when he looked down, or the way his lips quirked into the faintest smile when James tried (and failed) to charm one of the badger statues into dancing.

(Y/n) tried to follow along to James' stories, laughing at all the right moments, but her focus was slipping in and out. The warmth from the firewhisky she'd been sipping earlier still buzzed pleasantly through her veins, making her head feel light. It didn't help that her gaze kept wandering across the room.

Her eyes landed, again and again, on the boy in the corner. (Y/n) kept glancing over at him without even meaning to, catching his movements. She shook her head, trying to focus back on James's story, but her thoughts kept drifting.

"You're staring," came Charlie's amused voice, far too close to her ear for comfort.

(Y/n) startled, the sudden voice causing her to nearly spill her drink. She twisted to glare at him, her cheeks already heating. "I am not," she hissed, voice a little louder than intended.

"Oh, you so are," Charlie said, grinning. He leaned back, resting his elbows on the couch's backrest with the kind of confidence only a Prescott could manage.

(Y/n) groaned, her face burning as she pushed his shoulder weakly. "Shut up, Charlie."

"No, no, this is important. I'm just stating the facts," he said, feigning innocence. "And for the record, you're not very subtle."

"I hate you," she mumbled, covering her face with her hands to block out the smug expression on his.

"No, you don't," Charlie said with a smirk, snatching her half-empty drink off the table beside her. "But it's okay. Everyone's a sucker for a quiet, brooding type. He's got that mysterious thing going on."

(Y/n) peeked through her fingers to glare at him, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Thanks for the insight, cupid."

Charlie simply winked, taking a swig from her cup. She turned away from him with a groan, her mind already drifting back to the boy in the corner.

Remus hadn't moved, but his eyes had flicked up, meeting hers for the briefest moment. She quickly turned back to Charlie, pretending to focus on his nonsense, but the warmth in her cheeks was impossible to ignore.

Charlie raised a knowing eyebrow but, for once, didn't say a word. He just leaned back into the cushions with a smirk.

#remus lupin x reader #marauders x reader #marauders fanfiction #marauders au #marauders fic #x reader #x hufflepuff!reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter fanficton #STARMAN ⭐️

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skzdust · 9 months ago

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Going Dumb

SMUT--MINORS DNI

Sooooo me and @palindrome969 have been obsessed with mean dom Seungmin for a while and also I'm obsessed with vampires so this happened. Also heavily inspired by the song Going Dumb. Pali wrote a fic with this theme of Seungmin too, go read it here!!! It's really hot!

Summary: You've been hooking up with vampire Seungmin for far too long... but you always keep coming back.

Pairing: vampire!Kim Seungmin x afab reader

Includes: vampire sex, "slut", overstimulation, vampire Seungmin, blood/vampire feeding, kissing, "whore", "baby"

Word count: 1.2k

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You can feel when Seungmin’s fangs pop as you kiss him, a slight shift in his upper lip as the secondary teeth slide into place.

It’s a rare signal from the vampire. He’s usually one to string you along, to fuck you, use you, then leave before you’re awake. Seungmin’s a player, and you should probably stop responding so enthusiastically to his short, uninterested texts which usually consist of a time, a location, and nothing more.

But a vampire’s fangs only appear when they’re really hungry or turned on. Sex is the optimal time for a feeding. The saliva of a vampire increases a human’s sensitivity—and some say submission—and a freshly fed vampire has more strength, speed, and stamina.

You pull away. “Your fangs…”

Seungmin rolls his eyes. “It’s rude to comment on someone’s fangs.”

“But…”

Seungmin gives you a look before shutting you up with another kiss, more venomous than before. Your eyes flutter shut as his fangs brush against your teeth, and you moan.

“Keep that up and I’m gonna bite you.” He murmurs.

Your eyes open. “What?”

“I said—” He presses another harsh kiss to your lips. “I said I’m gonna bite you.”

Your pulse leaps. Seungmin laughs. “Someone’s excited.” He must be pretty horny to be paying such close attention to your blood pressure. “Does that turn you on? The thought of being a toy to be used by me in so many ways?”

“Yes,” You confess in a whimper. “Yes, Seungmin.”

“I won’t suck you dry.” He whispers. “I’ll just take a sip or two. It’ll make you feel so good when you’re coming on my cock… c’mon, baby, show me that pretty neck of yours.”

You know it’s a bad idea to let a vampire you regularly hook up with—any vampire, really—feed from you, but you’re just as turned on by the idea as Seungmin is. Still, you resist. “Fuck me first.”

“Excuse me?” Seungmin looks at you.

“Fuck me first… please.” You add at the end.

“Oh, baby.” Seungmin pushes you down into the hotel mattress. “I’ll fuck you when I want to… but take off those panties.”

You obey, keeping eye contact with him as you slide them off: one leg, then the other. You swallow, squirming slightly under him.

He wastes no time in pushing a thigh between your legs. You can’t help but grind against it, knowing you’re most likely making a mess on his dark pant leg but not even caring.

It’s as if he’s read your mind as he clicks his tongue—and maybe he has. “Making such a mess on my pants. Maybe I’ll punish you for that. Take your blood, then fuck you real good, make you forget your own name, every name but my own.”

Seungmin’s really good at dirty talk, and you push harder against his leg. He gives a low laugh as he moves it back, and you whine.

“Be a good little slut and tilt your head for me.”

You shake your head, your stomach full of butterflies. You like being a brat, but you know Seungmin’s punishment will be brutal, although you’re looking forward to that, too.

“Alright. You want me to fuck you, first? I’ll fuck you first.” He unzips his pants, slipping them off in a smooth motion. “I’ll fuck you till you can barely speak, and then I’ll feed, make you real brainless, and then then I’ll fuck you some more.”

You moan in agreement at this plan. You know Seungmin’s big, but he doesn’t bother to prepare you before he lines himself up with your hole, which you know is part of the punishment. His tip sinks inside you, and you moan deeper, the penetration blissful.

“Yeah, you like that?” He mumbles, adjusting himself before pushing all the way inside you in a sharp thrust. Your hips stutter up, and you cry out in pain-pleasure at his length.

As he begins to rock back and forth, though, the pain fully becomes pleasure. You can feel your eyes sliding shut, and Seungmin grabs your throat, squeezing just tightly enough that you can feel your heartbeat against his palm.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good, such a good little hole for me.” His voice is low as his thrusts get faster and faster. “So tight, you’re so desperate for me, aren’t you?”

You nod, feeling his hand around your throat. It moves up, cupping the side of your face before tilting it to one side. “I’m gonna feed from you now.”

You don’t have it in you to resist any longer, and you willingly move with him. His lips find where your neck joins your shoulder, and he sucks a deep hickey into the skin before gently scraping it with his fangs. “You’re gonna taste so good.”

He bites, and you moan loudly at the pain, twitching around his cock. He doesn’t say anything as he pulls away and begins to suck, and your eyes roll back as it turns to pleasure. His tongue laps at your neck, and he groans as he continues to feed.

Finally, he pulls back, and it takes a moment, but you can feel your body almost alight as it grows more sensitive with the effects of his saliva. He licks the wound a few times, but you can feel a couple of trickles making their way down your neck. He pulls up the white blanket to dab at his mouth, staining it red, and you know the sheets below you will be stained, too. You idly wonder if the hotel will charge extra for that—if they’ll charge Seungmin extra for that—before the thoughts leave your head as Seungmin begins to move inside you again.

His hips snap back and forth, and your moan this time is broken. Seungmin’s made good on his promise; your mind blanks out, overwhelmed with pleasure. His hand comes down to your clit, and he begins to gently circle it. You clench around him, and he makes a strangled sort of sound. He begins to talk.

“Such a good little hole, taking me so well. So well behaved now that you’ve got a big cock inside you. You’re so easy to satisfy.”

You react to his words, your back arching.

“Yeah, such a slut. Such a little whore for me, so willing to let me bite you and fuck you. Maybe I’ll get you a pretty collar, mark you as my property, my little fucktoy to feed from and play with whenever I want.”

That sounds pretty good to you, some part of your fucked-out brain noting that it’s his first time indicating he wants anything long-term with you. You whine in agreement.

“You like that idea? Being my pet? My little fucktoy? You already are, baby.” His thrusts become more irregular, more desperate, and you can tell he’s approaching his climax. “I’m gonna keep you fucked dumb whenever I want.” His voice is breathier. “I’m gonna cum in you, baby.”

You pant and heave under him, unable to do anything but feel. You cum at the same time as he hilts himself inside you, and you can feel his seed filling you up as you ride out your orgasm.

You both pause for a moment, your breath syncing up, and Seungmin brushes a kiss against your temple.

He’s not even stopped for a minute before he begins to fuck you again.

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chimivx · 8 months ago

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gimme gimme gimme -> mingi x fem!reader -> nice for what

Friends have graduated, board positions have changed, relationships are brand new and ever changing, but you and Mingi… You don’t change. Which to some should be a comfort, peace of mind knowing your partner is right by your side, always there for you especially in your times of need… You can’t figure out why you don’t feel the same.

wc: 8.4k warnings: 18+, sexual content and alcohol consumption in every part, infidelity themes... if i missed anything please let me know! posted: 12/8/24 3;50 pm est.

masterlist ~ next part ->

june.

Disgusted.

Betrayed.

No, disrespected.

No. God, what was it?

Arms folding over your denim strapless crop top, you abruptly faced the round table covered in an embroidered dark blue cloth. K.Y. was stitched along the edges lined with a lighter blue silk. Other tablecloths had Dr. Kang in their silk, or Nasara University Graduate. Outside, beneath a massive white tent fit for a royal wedding, the warm summer air blew through the crowd of people on the dance floor in the center of it all, and over the heads stuck in white wooden chairs at their tables, like you, too… something… to dance.

Too annoyed.

No, that was a weak argument.

Too… frustrated to get up and frolic around your friends smiling and laughing, the group having the best time celebrating their graduate, Yeosang.

Everyone was in attendance. Aurora and Wooyoung, Seonghwa, Soul, your boyfriend Mingi, Yuna, Ryujin, and all other faces from ATZ and ITZ alike. Ones Yeosang approved of. Hongjoong was here, hiding behind Jongho somewhere no doubt, if the upcoming Nasara Junior wasn’t clinging onto Yuna. San spun around the floor in circles making his rounds beneath the tent ensuring at least three people were contenders to take home, and somewhere along the back of the crowds, sticking close to some of the newer ATZ boys, was Yunho.

The boy tried to hide, tried to stay low on the radar, but Aurora sniffed him out. She had tabs on him at all times, every minute, every hour, she knew where he was. That boundary she set in place with him back in October, it still stood true, and he hadn’t broken it. He would speak to her only when she spoke to him, but even then each moment was few and far between. It didn’t stop his lovesick eyes from latching to her while Wooyoung twirled her in his arms, attempting to leech any of the feeling dripping off of the couple that still wasn’t officially a couple.

Disgusted.

Now it felt appropriate to use.

Their bond, one clearly meant to be whether they were a couple or not, had started to fill you with frustration at some point, a type of anger you couldn’t place as anger until winter break rolled around. Vacationing with Mingi and his family for two weeks you kept up with Aurora and her life, staying as close to her as you possibly could while on the other side of the country on an island off the coast of Paix. As her best friend, and her yours, she sent you daily updates of her life and her lovelife. She and Wooyoung weren’t dating, but they were hooking up, they were going on dates, they did all things couples do. Clearly in the honeymoon phase, the way she’d smile through the phone while she spoke about him sparked your many questions as to why they won’t just pull the trigger and make it official.

She had the same response each time. A smack of her lips against her teeth, a measly shrug, and a mumble of, “I dunno.”

To make matters worse, it seemed Wooyoung had the same reaction as well. Half a shrug and a funny face, it’d been Mingi confirmed, the boy you slept next to for two weeks straight in a bed fit for four, sometimes with him all the way on the other end snoring away at some point in the night while you laid awake and listened to Aurora’s whispers of her newfound, exceptional, most amazing, beautifully soul tied, passionate, hot and heavy romance she and Wooyoung had discovered.

She never described it that way, that’s just how it sounded to you in your head.

Most nights during that vacation you’d hung up the phone and glanced to your right at the stretch of a boy snoozing away half naked beneath the sheets. Blonde tipped hair with melty chocolate roots, he was always gorgeous, but it sparked a different feeling within you those two weeks and the months to follow.

All the way to today.

Tonight.

Dressed similarly to you, by your request, a denim style button down and black pants strapped to his rail thin waist with a belt, Mingi sat backward in a chair beside you. His ring adorned hands rested on his thighs, tapping to the beat of the song that flooded the air beneath the tent. His head bobbed along too, the blonde brushing his forehead where he had it parted to the side, pushed back onto his head. Gazing out at the dance floor, at his friends chanting along to the song that’d play within the walls of the fraternity, he unconsciously released a sigh, one you couldn’t hear, but feel.

“Just go dance if you want to,” you spat without giving him a look. Leaning forward you rested your elbows on the soft cotton of the tablecloth and reached for your glass of champagne. You weren’t sure how many you’ve had so far.

Mingi turned his chin toward you, an eyebrow raised in pure question, his eyes reading the same. “Hm?” he hummed, leaning toward you. Watching you knock back the rest of your flute, he held out a hand to take it, but you slammed it to the table instead. “Do you wa-”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, tipping your chin backward, eyes squeezing shut. “I said go dance if you want to!”

The bass of the music tickled your skin as the sound in the speakers shifted into that of a rapper that the crowd approved of. It was slower, the rhythm sultry and smooth, a familiar sound your body had been conditioned to know. You didn’t even want to look at him, you knew what face he’d be wearing. He’s had you on your back many times to this song.

“Tori,” Mingi said with no strong voice inflictions detected. Looking at him, a grimace on your face, the softest smile on his, you felt your heart twinge. “I was only asking if you wanted another drink.”

“Oh,” you breathed. Flickering your eyes around, at him, at the table, at your empty glass, you said, “Yeah, sure, I guess.”

He took your glass and hurried off with nothing more than the small smile he wore.

Behind his large frame that blocked half of the dance floor from your sight, removing his presence meant unveiling another frustration. Or, rather just one, the same one, Aurora and her lovelife, but it’d been doubled and shoved back into your face.

Dancing, eyes half closed, heavy as she twirled and spun and let the music move her about, she no longer stood within Wooyoung’s arms, but instead anothers. Wooyoung remained by her side, singing, dancing, but he didn’t hold her. He watched her. Shaggy blonde hair, baggy black clothes, pale creamy skin, big black eyes. He wore a smile, Soul did, while his arms hung around her waist, his hands toying with the swishy black fabric of the sundress every so often when her moves would allow it.

Over the course of that vacation you took with Mingi, when Aurora would spend time with Wooyoung, there was one day for every two spent with him that Soul would tag along. That Soul would be involved. That Soul was coming with. That Soul would nudge against her cheek with his own, pushing her out of the Facetime frame, shirtless with messy hair and a dopey smile. Within seconds of him taking over a call you’d be forced to stare at Wooyoung’s ceiling as the phone dropped to his bed and the three of them bickered over nothing, laughed, then bickered some more until Aurora would pick the phone up and bid you goodnight.

It wasn’t something they shared with everyone else, but you knew. It took her some time to tell you, to admit it, but she said the words at ATZ’s New Years Eve party. Drunk, lounging on the leather couches while the boys played through the annual pong championship they created themselves, she whispered the words when Soul swung by to refill her cup for her.

“Have you ever had a threesome before?”

With a shake of your head she set off and spewed every little detail of her winter break adventures, most of which you already knew of. They weren’t dating, her and Wooyoung, but there was an unspoken thing between them that meant they belonged to one another. Kind of like how you and Mingi started out. Aurora and Wooyoung weren’t together, for whatever reason the two of them only know, but you supposed it left some wiggle room, some grey area open for them to be able to pull Soul into the bedroom with them.

So much time between the three of them was spent at Wooyoungs in Delo. Weekends, sneaky nights after group dinners, after ATZ parties for the remainder of the year. The three of them were hooked. They were experts at keeping it on the downlow most times in public, but they were insufferable.

Disgusted.

At first you couldn’t pinpoint why. That anger, that frustration that soon settled into rage as the months flew by to graduation where you all came together to support Yeosang and Ryujin as they crossed the stage in Iloa at the Lions Stadium in the gorgeous May sunshine. Isla and Vernon came to the ceremony and dinner afterwards, reconnecting with faces they hadn’t seen in a while. Neither of them were able to come to the party to everyone's dismay, the team was traveling south this week for games, the Lions princess getting some much needed tropical time, or so she’s mentioned a trillion times with a thousand devil emoji’s.

After a media blow up of Isla, her name and her life, she’d been finally able to wriggle free of some imaginary restraints put over her, and she was living her life for her. The way she’d always intended. Sober for two and a half months now, she kept the group chat updated with each passing week, she’d begun paving her own path in the sports world, trying to build and create her own empire of women like herself that have struggled with addiction, self-discipline, empowering them to take control of their lives and their futures.

Her follower count has breached a million, growing every single day. Without the help of her brother. Without the help of Vernon, her boyfriend, the two finally together after years of pretending there wasn’t anything between them. Isla was happy, finally, and she deserved it.

But, you missed her.

Now with Aurora mixed up between two boys who were the greatest sex of her life-

“Even Yunho?”

“Y-yes, even him. Shut up.”

Aurora had two boys. Yuna had Jongho, the two in a talking-hook up phase that’d slowly been turning into a let’s dress up and go out to dinner phase as of late. Ryujin, freshly graduated, met a girl at her internship at the end of the semester, in May. It hasn’t even been a month and the two were already looking at apartments in Iloa together.

Everyone had brand new exciting things happening for them, happening to them, and it filled you with a cold dread that, now that it was June, had turned into resentment for every single one of them. Even the sweet boy who brought you a sparkling champagne glass filled to the brim with bubbles. With a smile he popped it into your outstretched hand and manicured fingers. His eyes, deep brown, filled with a pureness he’s had since day one, since the moment you two exchanged names on the front lawn of ATZ, heads tipping back in identical shrieks gathering attention all because you shared a last name.

He was your one and only, the love of your life. He matched you, mirrored you in every single way, shape and form. He’s seen every side of you, Mingi has, and he’s never judged you for any of them. Hungover and grumpy, he’s been there to take care of you. Silly, a bout of the zoomies, he’s there to laugh with you and catch you when you crash. Overwhelmed, feeling as though you can’t work anything out, figure anything out, especially since taking the Vice President position your best friend offered you, Mingi’s been there to talk things out with, to create plans, and sort through work.

He’s that cheesy shit authors publish… Your sun, your moon and all your stars. You didn’t believe it until you met him, until he caught you every single time you fell and aided you back to your feet. His friends will joke that he’s down bad, and a simp, but he didn’t give two shits. He loved you, and you loved him.

You loved him undeniably so that it gutted you to even admit to yourself that you wanted more.

You craved more.

You yearned for something fresh, something new, something to give you that rush, the feeling of the chase. Going on year three with Mingi, you knew everything. You’ve learned everything. The two of you have pretty much tried everything too.

For three years you’ve been able to tell him every thought that flowed through your head, from how pretty the moon looked to how fucked up it was that your parents missed parents weekend again for the second year in a row because of your younger sister. How the hell were you supposed to articulate to him, the biggest softie in ATZ, that nothing about your relationship excited you anymore?

“What’s the matter, Tor?” he asked you, sitting on the edge of his seat facing you. Watching your glossy lips sip the bubbles and look out toward the dance floor, he sighed, but this time you could hear it. “You’ve been on edge since yesterday, and it’s two weeks too early, so… Is there anything I can do for you?”

“No,” you said, swishing your glass before downing another gulp. Lifting the glass toward him you flashed him a sarcastic smile. “But thanks for the reminder I’ll get my period on vacation.”

“Is it that?” He shoved his hands between his thighs, his eyebrows furrowed above his sappy eyes. This is what Mingi liked to do. Analyze you. Pick you apart. Solve the problem. In the past, without this nagging living beneath your skin, you’d appreciated it and looked forward to it, knowing he was there to lean on, to give all your problems to. Now, it made you want to smash your champagne flute onto the ground. “All of us going to Haos? We’ve been packed, we’re good. I have our plane tickets, we know what’s going down, we’re going to be okay.”

Haos. Your fabulous beach vacation you were taking for a month with a select few beneath this tent. A select few you have ample problems with. One sided problems. At the beginning of May it was decided you’d vacation in Haos with your friends, stay there for thirty days, all of you in one house just big enough for six of you. The beach town lured Nasara students in, so the rest of your friend group would be headed down there to stay close by but thankfully not in the same house. You were set up to be surrounded by more of the same.

The same fun people, the same drunken memories made, hanging onto the same safe, secure Mingi like you have been for years.

“Of course we’re gonna be okay,” you mumbled, sipping your drink.

He smiled, all teeth. “We will be, I promise you.”

Assuming he solved it, he cracked the code, Mingi redirected his attention to the dance floor and his friends, Aurora now back in Wooyoung's arms, hanging onto his front and his black t-shirt. The three of them matched, Ror, Wooyoung, and Soul.

Gross.

You took a peek at Mingi and his threads.

Damn it.

Hands latched onto your back, acrylic fingernails grabbing onto your shoulders, pink glossy lips coming close to your ear. “Um, Jongho bought me something.”

Glancing over your shoulder at Yuna’s wide, bright eyes, you tried to smile. “What’d he get you?”

She shrugged, flipping her chocolate hair over her shoulder as she took the seat beside you. “No idea,” she laughed, scooting her chair closer to you. “He said he’ll give it to me when we’re in Haos.” Her eyes scanned over the table and the empty glasses over it. “Lost my drink,” she muttered.

“Here comes Jongho,” you breathed, eyeing the massive boy as he left the dance floor, his black hair fluffed and pushed over his forehead and sharp eyes. “I’m sure he’ll get you another one.” Mingi held out a hand for his brother to slap, then looked over at you, the two of you sharing a few seconds before you twisted to face Yuna who melted into her boy's arms when he wrapped them around her shoulders.

“You guys are leaving tonight, right?” Yuna asked, a big ass smile on her face. Jongho looked between you and Mingi before he pressed a few kisses to her cheesy cheeks.

Swallowing your cringe, wanting to reach out and rip them apart, you nodded and pushed your hair behind your back to show off more skin and the M around your neck on a gold chain. Your boyfriend sipped his drink and smiled at his friends. He didn’t look at you like you wanted him to.

“We’ll be on a plane in a few hours,” he said.

Yuna glanced to the dance floor, then to you. “Those three are going with you, right?” With a roll of your eyes, knowing which three she was talking about, you nodded again. “What goes on? Aren’t Wooyoung and Ror together? What’s the deal with Soul?”

One measly glance toward the trio grinding on one another like they weren’t surrounded by all of Yeosang’s friends and family, you turned to Yuna and said, “They fuck.”

Mingi sprung forward in his seat, his hands slapping to the table as his eyes shot open. “What!?” Both Yuna and Jongho’s jaws flew open, the pair clutching one another like you shot their mother.

Sipping your champagne, you averted your gaze and laughed to yourself. “Oops.” You wouldn’t have said it if you weren’t tipsy or annoyed beyond belief. They were making it too obvious anyway, anyone with eyes who looked at them right now would be able to tell they knew each other too well. Looking their way, your stomach churned. They were headed toward their table, your table. “Well, shit.”

Wooyoung, with Aurora behind him, the two hand in hand with Soul on their heels, snuck around chairs and people alike, still rocking along to the music. Circling around the table, Aurora singing along to the song with the blonde boy behind her, Wooyoung eyed each and every one of you, his once happy eyes now struck with curiosity. Aurora flopped down into a chair across from you, not sparing you a glance as she leaned toward Soul who sat beside her sideways to face her, his elbow finding its way onto the table. Like they had a secret to share, endless whispers to exchange, the two spoke a mile a minute, Aurora’s hands flying like they did when she was drinking.

“Everybody okay?” Wooyoung spoke slowly at first, still standing beside his not-girlfriend who reached out to toy with Souls necklace hanging over his shirt. Yuna watched her sister, Jongho stared at Soul, Mingi didn’t know where to look. Wooyoung took them all in, then focused on you, hoping you’d give him an answer as to why everyone seemed like they were trying to work out who would go where in their heads.

Jongho stood up straight, let go of his girlfriend, and stepped over to Wooyoung’s side holding out a hand for him to take. Hesitating at first, brows plummeting under his waves, he placed his hand in Jongho's and let him shake it.

“Jongho!” Yuna exclaimed, bouncing in her seat, acquiring Aurora and Souls attention.

Jongho took his hand back and shrugged toward her. “Can’t help it,” he said, then floated by her side to kiss her cheek. “Going to get you another drink.”

“What happened?” Aurora asked.

Wooyoung glanced at her and nodded. “Yeah,” he said, sitting down in his chair. “What happened?” Yuna, looking between the three of them, lips parted while her mind worked, she couldn’t give them an answer.

“They’re mad we’re leaving tonight and they have to wait a few days,” you said, getting a look from Mingi. You didn’t like how it felt, so you gave one back to him. He nearly snapped his neck focusing back on the table in front of him.

“Ohhh-kay,” Aurora sang, observing how Mingi moved, asking you a question with her eyes when they met yours. Ignoring her, you focused on the rest of your champagne.

Soul pushed his chair back abruptly, jumping to his feet. “Who needs a drink?”

“Not you,” Wooyoung said, voice stern as he looked up at the boy.

Yuna, now leaning onto the table, still studying the trio, was quick to ask, “Why not?”

Both Wooyoung and Soul shot her a look, the timing impeccable it almost made you laugh.

“Because,” Wooyoung said matter-of-factly, “He’s had his tongue down San’s throat twice, if he has anymore to drink he’s gonna end up going home with him.” Turning to speak to Aurora, Yuna’s question pulled him back quicker than the previous one.

“Jealous?”

“What?” His eyes narrowed. Yuna started to laugh, Wooyoung did not know what to do. “What did you just say to me?”

Aurora threw an arm over one of his, pushing him backward in his chair. “Leave it,” she muttered as if she were talking to a dog. Squinting across the table, watching the way he calmed down in an instant, the way he looked at her, listened to her, seemed to adore her, you couldn’t help the way your lip curled. “God damn, I wanna be on a beach!”

Soul, who had flopped back down beside her, let out a laugh, his being leaning toward hers. “A beach!” he mimicked, laughing with her. Wooyoung’s expression went unchanged, even as he watched the two fall into one another, their giggles sounding over the music playing throughout the tent.

“What the fuck,” Yuna said under her breath with a slight widening of her eyes, looking at you.

Pressing your lips together, you popped your brows and sighed. “Tell me about it.”

“Do you wanna tell me now?”

Mingi unlocked his front door, pushing the finished white wood open for you to step inside first. Heels clicking on the tile of the foyer, you make yourself at home, dropping your little purse on one of the end tables by the couches a few steps into the house, into the living room. Leaning over one of the leather backed sofas you pulled off your heels and dropped them into his outstretched hands, Mingi having locked the door behind him, following behind you with an attentiveness that irked your very soul.

“I said I’m fine,” you breathed, keeping your voice low. Just down one of the halls that wrapped around the back of the house, behind the kitchen, behind the living room, was his parents bedroom.

Up the stairs that you both teetered towards was his space, two bedrooms and a living room that mirrored the one on the first floor, but it’d been flipped by Mingi and his older brother when they were growing up. Full of things for school, exercise equipment, gaming systems, couches and bean bag chairs, Mingi and his brother made it theirs, their parents allowing them to have a space to call their own.

“And I’m saying, I don’t believe you,” Mingi whispered, placing a hand on your back to guide you up the stairs you wavered back and forth on. You tried to look over your shoulder but he placed his hand there instead, turning you back around. “Go, into my room,” he said, voice growing stern.

“Don’t get like that,” you grumbled, reaching the top of the stairs and the open floor waiting for you. To your left was the door to this brother's bedroom that had been vacant for a few years now that he was moved out and half married. “I’m tired, I’m drunk, I’m-”

“You’re not drunk, Tor,” Mingi said, wrapping his arm around your waist, tugging you along the floor to his door at the other end of the second floor. A breath tumbled from your lips as your feet stumbled over each other. “You’re just tipsy enough to say too much.” He pushed open his door, not caring how it swung into the wall behind it.

“To say too much?” Your brows screwed together. Starting for his bed you tugged at the zipper on your pants, the silky black hugging your hips perfectly.

Mingi dropped your shoes on the floor by his door that he shut with a slam and smirked. “Yeah, too much. You think if Rora and Wooyoung wanted everyone to know they were hooking up with Soul that they’d say it themselves?” Shimmying out of your pants, tossing them aside, you pout your lips. “That’s their business,” he said, tossing his shirt over his hamper next to a tall chestnut dresser. “And that’s your best friend.”

Reaching up your back to attempt to take off your strapless top, you couldn’t reach the zipper. Mingi, after undoing his belt and zipper, his jeans hanging off his hips, he loosed a sigh and turned you around by your shoulders. Dragging his fingers over your skin gently, chills ran down your spine. With the zipper in one hand and your shoulder in the other, he tugged it down and let your top fall to the floor, wasting no time, smoothing his hand down your bare back.

“You looked so good tonight,” he whispered, his hands traveling back up, a smile dancing on his lips as he watched the little bumps over your skin rise at his touch. Taking your hair in his hands, his long fingers dancing through the strands, making sure none was left on your cheeks, he laid it over one shoulder and pressed his chest against your skin, the heat making you shiver. “My pretty girl,” his warm breath fanned over your neck, his lips inches from the skin, brushing over your ear first before they pressed to the valley beneath your jaw.

“We have to get on a plane,” you sighed, eyes fluttering shut as his hands smoothed down your front, over your chest, greedy as ever. He didn’t listen, lost in his own actions, lips pulling at your skin, sucking further and further down your neck, your collar bone, his hands groping, fingers pinching to make you yelp. “Mingi.” His name came out of you in a whisper, something soft, like a plea for more instead of a demand to stop.

His tongue slipped from his lips, a heavy fat stripe pressing into your skin from your collar bone to behind your ear where his teeth latched onto your lobe, nipping at it, his lips wrapping around the three different sized diamonds he had bought for you.

“We have twenty minutes,” he mumbled. Wrapping his hands around your arms he lifted a knee and tapped it against the back of one of yours, knocking your balance out from under you. Laughing to himself while you gasped and fell forward onto his mattress, he pressed a hand between your shoulder blades to keep you down while he lifted your knees one by one onto his bed. Bending over you, his lips came close to your ear and he whispered, “Do you want it?”

“Yes,” came out of you all too fast. If he didn’t put you into such a compromised position, if he wasn’t pinning you down to his bed, if he hadn’t hooked a finger under the lace of the thong you wore and pulled it to the side after snapping it against your skin once, you might’ve told him no simply because you were still ticked off from the party.

But then his jeans hit the floor, the sound of his belt smacking the wood echoing off his dark walls, and a warmth erupted within you. The sound, his hands, his voice, you were down in seconds, ready for him in seconds. Back arching as he dropped to his knees and slid his tongue between your legs, the muscle tweaking your clit, teasing you, a laugh falling from him as he felt you writhe beneath him. Clamping your mouth shut, jaw clenched, every sound, every moan, every whine, you withheld them from him, keeping them within your chest.

Smoothing a hand over the curve of your ass as he stood, letting his fingers trail up your back to your neck, he threaded his fingers through your hair and turned your head, forcing you to look back at him. “You’re such a liar, Tori,” he said, pushing his hips into yours, his length slipping along your center, another shiver running through you. “Something is up,” he whispered, taking a hand between your bodies, lifting one knee onto his bed beside one of yours, “And if you think I can’t tell…” his voice trailed off as he slipped inside of you, your hips pushing backward like clockwork, muscle memory, your body knowing what it wanted. “Fuck,” he grumbled, taking his time to fill you entirely.

Arching further into the bed, chest to his mattress, ass pressing into his hips, against his hips, you blinked fluttering lashes up at him and smiled. He was big, yes. The way his muscles rippled as he pulled out to push back into you was hot, yes. Mingi had the ability to lock you in, render you submissive with a single look, yes. He could make you feel so good, so fast, unlike anyone ever has. He knew your tricks, he knew your triggers, he knew your body like it was his own. Countless nights were spent here in his bed, or back at ATZ in his room, learning you. He could make you cum on his fingers in minutes, and on his dick even quicker.

His body curled around you, caging you in, trapping you beneath him. Normally you’d both hate to be in one spot too long, you both craved more, you always did, but in a moment like this, one spot and his filthy mouth was enough.

For a moment, amongst the lust, the heat coming off of both of you, the fuzziness beginning to cloud your brain as he held you down and used you like a toy, you start to think that maybe you’re okay. Maybe this thing with Mingi will subside and leave you alone. If this month in Haos would be spent like this, the two of you on each other like sex crazed animals, maybe things would get better.

You and Mingi were the It couple when it came to your group of friends. It had always been you and Mingi, everyone adored the two of you, everyone knew you came as a pair, everyone could see the way you were with one another, comfortable, full of love, unafraid of how people would adore the sexiness that clouded your aura’s whenever you were together. Sometimes it felt like the bedroom door was always open, but you didn’t care, and neither did Mingi.

That’s how this month in Haos was supposed to go. You wanted the teasing, you wanted the noise complaints, you wanted to get caught locking lips and riding thighs late at night in a hot tub or the pool, plenty of spring breaks had been full of moments like those, but now, the attention would be elsewhere.

And you had yourself to blame.

Because you were tipsy enough to talk too much.

Mingi slipped a hand between your legs, his fingers swirling that sweet spot in circles, a whine involuntarily escaping you. He slid in and out of you so deliciously your toes were curling, but that feeling wasn’t building within you. That feeling he could so easily conjure, it couldn’t find you, and it spooked you.

This hasn’t ever happened before.

You could speak up, you could say something. You could melt into him, ask him to flip over, tell him to do something else, but you couldn’t, you almost didn’t want to, and that killed you.

One thought of the vacation and your vibe was ruined.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, teeth biting into your shoulder. After a sigh he growled, “How the fuck are you not close, Torilynn.”

He almost had you, something sparked within you for a few seconds, but you couldn’t hold onto it for very long, so you decided to do something you’ve never once had to do with Mingi ever.

“I am, baby, I am,” you whispered, pushing a moan out of you that you knew would have him on the edge, “Don’ stop, Mingi, ‘hmygod.” Each thrust of his hips got sloppier and sloppier, his tongue pushed out of his mouth, lips latching to your neck as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of you. He was seconds away from pumping you full of his cum and you couldn’t be any further away.

So, you tightened every muscle, you squeezed him tight, threw your head backward, and you mimicked how you’d sound when you’d actually orgasm. You’ve never prayed a day in your life, but within these few seconds, amidst his husky grunts and groans, his whispers of how good you fucking felt, you prayed he was too pussydrunk to realize that you faked it. Pushing you further into the mattress, his body weight resting on top of you, he filled you like he does, the shortest strokes aiding in emptying him entirely, and then, after a minute of shared heavy breaths and long kisses, he pulled out and laid beside you.

“God, c’mere,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his side with ease like he would when your body was normally spent. “Kiss me, please.” And you did, letting him lead the way, every kiss soft and gentle. “I love you, Tori,” he whispered against your lips, “So much.”

Taking a hand to his cheek, toying with the ends of his blonde hair, you smiled into the kiss, willing away the guilt that greeted you in your gut. “Love you, too,” you whispered, curling a leg over his waist. “So much.”

Wooyoung had Aurora in his arms. Standing in line at security, you and Mingi a few steps ahead of them with Seonghwa in front of you, the couple that wasn’t a couple tried to occupy the same space as one another. Sharing whispers when her face wasn’t buried in his chest, Wooyoung would have his lips pressed to her forehead more than they spoke words. They were both in hoodies, his hoodies, and sweatpants. Her makeup was gone, they’d definitely showered, and Soul stood behind them with his nose in his phone.

You’ve heard stories of how you and Mingi were with one another when the two of you started hooking up, when your relationship started. Only hearing the words, so caught up in the whirlwind of your own romance to realize how you were acting, you wondered if it looked anything like this. They couldn’t keep their hands off of each other, whether they were hooked around arms, waists, necks, or beneath the hem of a sweatshirt doing god knows what, the hands were almost worse than the kisses. On her forehead, on her cheek, pressed to his jaw, to his neck, to his lips if he looked down far enough for her to catch them.

You should be happy for her. Her heart had been broken several times at the start of your junior year, and here she was, with everything she wanted, everything she deserved, and then some. It wasn’t a secret, even if their label confused everyone but themselves, he wasn’t afraid to love her outside of his bedroom walls. That’s what she deserved. Someone she could trust, someone who would put up with every rigid part of her, understand her flightiness and keep her on her feet.

That might’ve been where Soul came in.

The bits and pieces you’ve heard from her, how it all worked, made it seem like Soul was something for them to play with, and vice versa. The boy going into his sophomore year fit right into your group of friends, you’ve all spent plenty of time getting to know him, he wasn’t one for relationships, for commitments. He wanted the fun, and who could blame him, he was twenty and about to start his second year of college, in no way was he planning on locking someone down, especially when he was trying to land a board position at ATZ his junior year.

He was in it for the fun, to get off without having to hunt and work for it, Aurora and Wooyoung handed it to him.

Moving forward in line, the six of you almost to the front, you met eyes with Seonghwa who glanced behind him checking in to make sure everyone was still there. He gave you a smile, his eyes crinkling under the strands of black hair that caressed his cheekbones. You wanted to know what went on in his head, all these months of watching Aurora and Wooyoung’s relationship blossom into what it is now, you longed to know how he felt about it.

Sure, the two of them put their shit to rest, Aurora and Seonghwa, having done so in front of nearly all of you. They were friends, strictly, that had been established in front of all of you.

Pulling your lips into a frown you wanted to physically shake the feeling off of you. Aurora had the eyes on her, since the start of your junior year. It wasn’t until all the shit blew over that you realized how it made you feel. Even after the fact, weeks, months later. You were there for her, you helped her through the transition of taking the president position, you even accepted when she asked you to be her vice president, and then, it was as if nothing had happened at all. Like no one remembered what any of you had gone through.

Yeji, expelled. Mina, pulled out of school by her own parents. Isla, kicked out of the sorority, gifted a lifelong struggle courtesy of Yeji herself. Yunho, shattering Aurora’s heart, ripping apart the tight knit group of four you adored being a part of.

Parties were thrown, bans were lifted, life got easier.

Everyone moved on.

“Tor,” Mingi’s soft voice pulled you from your thoughts, his hand extended for you to take. Seonghwa was headed through the line, a group of men and women calling him forward to send him through security, checking thoroughly through everything. “We’re next.”

Slipping your hand into his, folding your fingers together, your grip fitting in his like it was made to be there, you took to his side and pressed yourself against him. ”Should I tell them I said something?”

Mingi glanced down at you, then back to the three waiting a few steps behind you. He gave someone a smile, whoever caught him checking on them, and said, “That you outed their little threesome?”

Clicking your tongue you shook his hand around. “Come on. It was so damn obvious.”

Pressing his lips together he softened his eyes. “Tor, I know I’m not smart, but… it wasn’t.”

“Ugh, whatever,” you groaned, slouching. “Least you have something new to tell Yunho to show him what he fumbled.” Mingi clenched his jaw, his eyes shooting upward and around the airport. “What?” you asked, giving his hand a squeeze.

He shook his head. “Haven’t spoken to him since classes ended.”

Right.

Of course he fucking hasn’t.

He’s said that to you.

All you could do was sigh, but that wasn’t answer enough. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“For what?” he asked, looking down at you at his shoulder, a brow raised.

Shrugging, you used your other hand to gesture toward yourself, toward the day. “Everything,” you muttered, and smiled.

Letting go of your hand he wrapped his arm around your waist and held you closer to him, smiling. “You’re tired, it’s okay,” he breathed, planting a kiss on your temple. “Sleep on the plane. When you wake up you’ll be on a beach.”

Taking a deep breath, you laid your head against him. “Thank fucking god.”

Sleep couldn’t find you. It wandered around you, teased you, reeled you in hook line and sinker, just to let you go with every tiny sound you’d probably be able to sleep through if your brain wasn’t full of bullshit you longed to be able to get rid of. Even with Mingi beside you, his eyes fluttering shut, eyelashes fanning his cheekbones the second his headphones were over his head, you couldn’t make it happen. He’d taken your hand at some point, his thumb dragging over the back letting you know he wasn’t completely asleep.

His blonde hair, shorter now that he’s gotten it cut, charmed you, as it normally would. His finger dragging over your skin, a little rough but all the more smooth, soothed you, as it normally would. His presence, his over-attentiveness, his need to keep you safe, taken care of, it overwhelmed you, when it normally wouldn’t.

Nauseated with yourself, with what you had just done to him, something you would never have to do, you were sick. You told each other everything, honesty was the glue that held the two of you together, he always said it himself, that the second that goes away is the moment your relationship is over. His own past haunted him just as yours did. His heart had been broken one too many times, the sweet faced gentle giant. Mingi craved loyalty, someone to look after, and someone to look after him, and he deserved it, more than anyone you knew. It’s been something you’ve been able to give him unconditionally all these years, and he’s been able to give the same back to you.

He’s never changed. He’s consistent. He’s too good.

“Hey,” a whisper pulled you from your circulating thoughts, the ones that haunted you when you were left alone for too long. Turning to your left, just over Mingi, Wooyoung was crouched over in the aisle. “Sorry.” He smiled and it tickled your skin. The boy oozed otherworldly beauty. “Ro’s asking for you.”

“Right now?” you asked, keeping your voice as low as his. People around you were either sleeping or trying to rest at this hour. Wooyoung nodded, his lips resting into something that triggered your fight or flight. “What does she want?”

“Won’t tell me,” he whispered. “Says she needs her sister.” His eyes narrowed but his face softened all at once. “Make sure she’s okay for me? Please?” His vulnerability with you is rare. With anyone other than Aurora his vulnerability was rare actually. One of the smartest in the group, an intelligent being with a knack for picking up on energies without even needing to meet the human being in person, he had the ability to hide his own, the ability to only show it when necessary, and it was powerful. His eyes pulled you from your seat, his words coercing you up without even realizing. The pied piper. A mastermind.

“I will,” you said as you passed by him, watching him slip over Mingi’s lap to take your seat. Your boyfriend opened his eyes when your hand slipped out of his. Sitting forward, he popped off his headphones and blinked up at you. “Going to talk to Aurora for a few,” you whispered, leaning over to kiss his forehead. “Go back to sleep.”

“No, actually, I need to talk to you, too,” Wooyoung said, a hand tapping Mingi’s shoulder to both you and your boyfriend's surprise.

“Sure,” Mingi said, his deep gravelly voice full of sleep.

Stomach sinking past your knees, through the bottom of the plane, plummeting into whatever state, city, county, jurisdiction you flew over, you gulped and turned away to start down the aisle.

She knew.

They knew.

They found out you said something.

There isn’t anything else this could be about, Aurora needed to talk to you, Wooyoung needed to talk to Mingi, they knew you opened your mouth and outed them.

With each step you willed your breath to remain steady. Like Wooyoung, you were somewhat of an expert at keeping your secrets at bay, not showing any truth unless you wanted to share it with the class. That’s why Mingi hadn’t been able to see anything, you wouldn’t let him. Approaching Aurora now, peeking over her row, her in the middle seat, Soul sitting by the window with his head on her shoulder, you swallowed every groan, every eye roll at the sight, and sat down beside her.

Gazing out the window at the night sky, slouched a bit where she sat, one leg pulled up on the seat, leaning into the boy who snoozed on her, his tangled earbuds in his ears, she looked at you with the smallest smile, placing a hand over yours when it grabbed onto the armrest.

“Hi,” she spoke within a whisper.

“Hi,” you answered, both of you keeping your voices low.

Her smile deepened. “I could feel your doom and gloom from back here.”

An eye roll snuck out of you. “You could, or Wooyoung could.”

Her smile vanished. “What do you mean by that?”

“Nevermind,” you breathed, “I’m just tired, I think once we’re there I’m going to sleep for forever.”

“Tori,” she studied you, “What did you mean by that?”

Remnants of this past school year. You might’ve been the only one still stuck, but that didn’t mean everyone else wasn’t affected by what had happened. She’d been doing this since the day she was appointed her position, asking for reassurance, double checking that everyone was good, that everyone was telling her the truth. You couldn’t blame her, if anything you were doing the same thing, just not outwardly. Aurora told you everything, though last fall she wasn’t, you understood she did it with good reason. She took how it made you feel and actively applied it to your friendship, and all the other relationships she valued in her life.

Now you know too much, but nevertheless, at the end of the day, you are grateful she trusted you with such delicate details.

Delicate details that now half the friend group knew about.

“He knows people,” you said, taking her hand in yours. “That’s all.” Her eyes flickered between yours, analyzing, like her brain scanned you for any signs of dishonesty. “You don’t have to do this with me, you know that.”

Focusing her attention forward, eyes dropping to her lap, she shook her head. “Sorry,” she whispered, then turned back to you. “I just wanted to check on you, I feel like you’ve been off. Like we haven’t talked about stuff in a while.”

Because you’re spending so much time with Wooyoung and Soul?

Because you’ve been frolicking around like nothing occurred these last two semesters?

Because you act as though life is fine, like it’s nothing to take seriously?

“Summer gets busy,” you said to her, squeezing her hand, “We know this. We go back to living at home, we have bigger responsibilities now, we’re both in relationships, it happens, Ror.” Funny, she was supposed to be the one comforting you right now. “We’ll have so much time to catch up on the beach.” She started to smile. “We can leave the boys behind, or we can RorTor them to death like we used to, whatever you want to do.”

“Yeah,” she nodded, then placed a hand over Soul’s bleach blonde hair, dragging her fingers through the strands. “As long as he’s good. Seonghwa said he’ll keep him on a short leash, but… I worry about him.”

Your internal eyes narrowed. Your internal lips pulled into a scowl. The face you wanted to make lived deep inside of you, every feature screwing up into a What the fuck? You didn’t get it. He was a twenty year old going into his sophomore year of college, if he couldn’t take care of himself at this point, if he couldn’t get a grip on himself at this point… You didn’t think Aurora needed the responsibility of looking after him.

Your side-dick will be fine, is what you wanted to say to her. The pet you and Wooyoung play with can take care of himself.

You didn’t get it. Wooyoung confidently left them behind, Soul draped over her like they were the ones dating. It placed something in your gut, in your chest, something you’ve only felt when your parents showered your sister and her achievements in glitter and gold, when they seemed to care about her more.

That couldn’t be it.

That wasn’t what this feeling was, sitting here watching Aurora stroke the boy’s hair with her something of a boyfriend sitting a few rows ahead of them. You weren’t envious of this. You were not jealous, you did not wish to have this in your life. You didn’t yearn for change, for something new, for something fresh, for something taboo.

“I can see it, Tor,” she said, a smile sneaking onto her lips. “There’s something wrong.”

“Aurora,” you whispered, the steadiness in your voice scaring yourself, “I’m fine.”

She gulped, let her stare bleed into yours for a few seconds, then pointed her eyes down to Soul. “Okay.” It was all she said, all she had left to say.

If Mingi couldn’t see shit, there was no way in hell you’d allow Aurora to see shit.

You wished it wouldn’t happen, but you could visualize the walls already built around you growing thicker.

It was like you said, you were fine.

You would be fine.

A month with them, just them, everyone, would sort everything out, as if you were back at school with them, back in close proximity to one another. It wouldn’t cause problems, it would solve them.

You hoped.

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