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Tulsa Jesus Freak, an Appledash One-shot

Characters: Applejack, Rainbow Dash.

Genre: One-shot, Human!AU.

Premise: Applejack started to catch feelings for Rainbow Dash, her ex girlfriend’s best friend, which can only lead to a great pain in the ass and deception (or she thinks so). And yes, they are absolutely Lana del Rey coded.

TW: very slight angst, unrequited love (is it unrequited though?)

The day Rainbow Dash gave up her crush on Applejack was, coincidentally, the same day in which a small, rebellious and annoying bud began to grow in AJ's heart. Well, she was indeed devastated by the breakup with Rarity, and it took her months to realize what was happening — what kind of seed her idiot brain was cultivating towards Rainbow Dash —, but when it finally did hit her, it was as hard as a runaway tractor crashing into an old apple tree.

Dash had been slender since her teens, with lithe and well-developed muscles (although much smaller than AJ's, for sure), and she was agile and good-natured. Dash’s outgoing personality made her stand out in every environment she frequented, and she was missed more strongly by her group of friends every time she had to leave for a motocross competition in another city. She was annoying, nosy and extremely competitive, which had made AJ want to avoid her at first, when they first met at 15 years of age, through Rarity.

But little by little, Rainbow Dash managed to break through any walls of hesitation or resistance, because she was much more determined — and stubborn — than anyone could ever be. That was how she became friends with AJ, who, reluctantly, began to spend her breaks between classes playing cards with the short, colorful-haired girl.

Above all, they both loved adventures, and it was not uncommon for them to end up being the only ones brave enough to go on a roller coaster or even go bungee jumping. But AJ, although she applauded Rainbow Dash's courage and loved to cheer her on at every rally, began to get an uneasy feeling in the pit of the stomach every time she saw Dash get on a motorcycle on a particularly bumpy and uneven road.

The first time she realized this discomfort was when she, Twilight, Pinkie Pie and Dash had arranged to watch a horror movie that had just premiered in theaters. They waited and waited, hesitating to enter the room until the one with colorful hair showed up. Finally, 20 minutes late, Dash showed up, with her skateboard under her arm, one of her pant legs rolled up and a completely bloody knee.

— Sorry, I'm late, princesses. I had a little accident with a guy who seemed to be driving with his eyes closed.

— You got hit by a car?! — someone exclaimed, loudly and alarmed, drawing the attention of the entire group.

Instead of Twilight, who was usually the most worried of all their friends, AJ realized that she was the one who almost screamed, her voice much higher pitched than it should have been. As she cleared her throat, ignoring the burning sensation that insisted on dominating her freckled cheeks, she turned her eyes analytically to Dash, who raised an eyebrow playfully.

— It wasn’t exactly a hit-and-run. The car was parked, and the man tried to pull out just as I was crossing through it on my skateboard. Nothing serious. — She waved one hand dismissively, smiling to reassure them.

— You must be crazy if you think we’re going to go into the movie theater while you’re bleeding like that. Pinkie, Twilight, wait for us here — AJ announced, taking the skateboard from Dash’s hands and handing it to Pinkie. Then, holding Dash’s forearm, she walked towards the exit, not giving the other girl any chance to argue. — I'm going to take her to the pharmacy across the street to get her knee bandaged. We'll be right back.

— Hey! — Dash managed to exclaim, but it was too late: AJ had already guided her out of the theater, and now was pulling her across the street. — I told you it's nothing serious!

— If you get an infection and your leg falls off, you won’t be able to blame me. Let's go — Applejack replied, completely focused on the goal she had in mind.

She walked so fast, with long strides, that she barely noticed the effort Dash had to make to follow her, limping a little on her injured leg. A few moments later, the colorful-haired girl was already sitting in a chair, with a strange/funny expression on her face and wide eyes, watching as an attentive pharmacist disinfected her open wound.

— Luckily, you won’t need stitches. Otherwise, you’d have to go to the hospital — the middle-aged woman said, and AJ found herself sighing in relief at that. — I’ll bandage you up.

Dash nodded in agreement and thanked her, even as she scowled at AJ, who was standing behind the pharmacist. The blonde simply shrugged, signaling for Dash to remain quiet while the woman finished her work; Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes, but did so anyway.

As her knee was being bandaged, AJ’s eyes, which had been so worried until then, inevitably focused on Dash’s face. The girl, in addition to her characteristic colorful hair, cut in a wolf cut as rebellious as her personality, had two snake bite piercings around her small but full lips. Her skin was a warm light brown, and her bare arms displayed a few abstract and line art tattoos, with touches of color everywhere, just like the rainbows she loved so much and that were present even in her name.

When the pharmacist squeezed Dash’s knee in a particularly painful way, she puffed out her cheeks to keep from screaming, just like a pufferfish would. AJ's first instinct was to laugh out loud, but she stood there, a wide smile on her face, realizing how incredibly cute that was. Dash's face flushed a little as she made that expression, and along with her wide-open reddish-brown eyes, she looked youthful and lively. Applejack wanted to squeeze her cheeks with both hands and kiss her on the forehead, assuring her that everything would be okay... damn, that was not good at all.

When AJ realized how absurd she was thinking, she cleared her throat, looking away at the drugstore shelves and crossing her arms over her chest. She shouldn't be thinking about any girl's cuteness, considering she had broken up with Rarity only 4 months ago; more than that, she shouldn't be rambling on about the beauty of Rainbow Dash, which was the best friend of the said purple-haired girl AJ loved throughout her entire adolescence.

Yes, AJ’s heart still ached when she thought of Rarity, especially when she accidentally ran into her somewhere in the small town and saw her raise her pretty eyebrows in remorse. Now that they were no longer in school, it was harder for them to see each other, which was a great relief to AJ. Despite the longing and sadness, Applejack hadn't regretted breaking up for even a second, and she knew deep down that she would never go back on that decision. When she made that kind of choice, it was impossible to convince her to change her mind — and AJ could be stubborn as hell.

— There you go. The total for the bandage will be...

— I'll pay — AJ said immediately, solemnly ignoring Dash's protests.

As the pharmacist smiled and winked at her, the two walked to the cashier, and she reached for her wallet in her jeans pocket. As the receipt was issued, her green eyes rebelled again, straying toward Dash, who was distracted by examining the nail polish rack. Her short nails were each painted a different color, and AJ couldn't help but smile and roll her eyes when she realized she seemed interested in a yellow nail polish.

— Here you go, miss. Have a good afternoon. — AJ was awakened from her trance by these words, and came to her senses, taking the receipt.

— Thank you. You too.

She approached Dash, who crossed her arms, extending her bandaged leg towards AJ.

— Are you satisfied now? — she asked grumpily.

Instead of arguing back, AJ just smiled, adjusting the hat she was wearing on her head.

— Sure I am, ma’am.

Dash stuck her tongue out at her, walking out of the pharmacy first. Although she wouldn’t admit it, her walking pace was much better, and she no longer limped; AJ thanked the heavens for that, however unimportant it was.

When they both reached the security strip, they spotted Twilight and Pinkie Pie waiting for them outside the theater. With a wide smile, Dash skipped across the street in a flash to assure them that she was fine, even recovered already. Applejack shook her head in disapproval of the colorful-haired girl's lack of care, but didn't scold her, knowing that she was only acting that way to reassure their friends.

As she watched Rainbow Dash wrap her arms around Pinkie and Twilight's shoulders, guiding them into the theater, a treacherous memory surfaced in her mind: the day Dash held her for almost an entire hour, allowing her to cry as much as she wanted, letting out the pain of her broken heart for Rarity.

That was the first time in AJ’s life in which she allowed herself to be vulnerable in the presence of another person. To be honest, it was the first time that her vulnerability had been welcomed and crying had not felt embarrassing, but rather a courageous act. The warmth of Dash’s small form had held her and comforted her until she almost fell asleep in her arms.

In fact, if AJ closed her eyes at that very moment, she would still be able to feel the same absolute and intoxicating peace that she had felt then.

Shaking her head to avoid the dangerous ramblings that insisted on capturing her mind, AJ adjusted her cowboy hat once again, walking into the theater as well. She had to stop this, or she might end up addicted to things she should avoid.

Hello! This one-shot is the other pov from my previous one (inspired by this art right here), in which Rainbow Dash finally gives up on her childhood crush. If you’re curious, maybe you could give it a try too. ;)

Also, English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. If you have any suggestion or correction you would like to tell me, feel free to send it.

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Cinnamon Girl, an Appledash One-shot

Characters: Rainbow Dash, Applejack, with mentions of Rarity, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie.

Genre: One-shot, Human!AU.

Premise: Dash is secretly in love with AJ, who just broke up with Rarity. And yes, they are absolutely Lana del Rey coded.

TW: very slight angst, unrequited love.

Rainbow Dash was a terrible person, she knew that perfectly well. First, she was extremely competitive and arrogant in any topic related to motocross. The sport, besides making her adrenaline rise, her blood circulate and her heart beat, giving her life, also made her lose her reason sometimes, to the point of saying harsh words even to the members of her own team, for which she always apologized later.

But the main factor that made her a terrible person was a secret that she kept locked away under lock and key, perfectly hidden under a thick layer of irony and jokes: she was completely and irrevocably in love with Apple Jack, one of her school friends — and the girlfriend of her best friend, Rarity.

You see, it wasn't intentional. Dash loved Rarity with all her heart, and would support her friend no matter the circumstance, being there to hug her through every messy and tearful breakup she went through with Apple Jack since they were teenagers, considering that their relationship was like a crazy emotional rollercoaster. When Dash moved to Ponyville, a small town in the middle of nowhere, the first person she met and who extended a helping hand towards her was Rarity, at the age of 13; she met Apple Jack much later, when they were already in high school, as soon as the tall, blonde and, at the time, skinny girl, started getting romantically involved with her friend.

At first, she couldn't care less about the country girl Rarity had chosen to love, and who she had been babbling about during every single school break; quite the opposite, in fact: at first, she hadn't liked the blonde at all, feeling jealous of her best friend and believing she was being left behind in exchange for that young love. Dash and AJ even had a small feud involving card games during school breaks, with growing bets and animosity involved. But, unfortunately, as time went by, Apple Jack had proven to be very easy to love.

Their entire group of friends welcomed her with open arms, and it was only a matter of time before Dash found herself having to put up with her, and then discovered their common interests. They were both competitive, they liked adventures, they were good at physical education and they would be up for anything related to extreme sports; in that regard, Dash was the best, as she had already stood out in motocross rallies at the age of 15, a fact that she never failed to show off. Unlike what she expected, however, Apple Jack did not try to look down on her nor felt envious: she congratulated her on each of her victories, and began attending the matches to cheer for her, since Rarity hated that type of events full of "noisy motorcycles and mud".

Years passed, and the initial irritation that Dash felt towards AJ was gradually replaced by friendship and then by an extremely annoying and seemingly ineradicable one-sided crush on Dash's part. The day she became convinced that she was a fool and a terrible person, however, was a surprising day: during one of Rarity and Apple Jack's breakups, when they all were around eighteen years old, almost finishing school.

Dash had spent the entire morning of a cold Saturday comforting her purple-haired friend, who had cried in her frilly bed for hours until finally falling asleep. Then, huffing to herself, she decided to check on the other person involved in the mess, for whom she had inappropriate feelings, but who was still her friend. Grabbing her skateboard, she crossed the small town in a matter of half an hour, heading down the road that led to AJ's family ranch. It was spring, but the weather remained cool, and the apple trees, still in a timid period of budding, were the first thing Dash saw as she approached the large red wooden house: Sweet Apple Ranch. A silly name, as silly as the girl she had come to look for, which made her roll her eyes and get off her skateboard, tucking it under her arm to walk across the grass between the trees.

— Hey, anyone home? — she exclaimed, clapping her hands, knowing in advance that there was no sign of a doorbell in that house.

She expected Big McIntosh, AJ's older brother, to come and greet her. He was always at home, and he was also always the most willing to talk to anyone who showed up; however, she was surprised to be greeted directly by Apple Jack, who kept an impassive expression on her face, with bags under her eyes that didn't let the possible sleepless night go unnoticed.

— Hi. — Dash murmured, lost in analyzing AJ’s freckled face, her lips pressed into a thin line, her wavy blond hair, which was currently a mess, and her shoulders slightly hunched forward.

— Hi. What do you want? — AJ asked immediately, in a tone that was completely unfriendly, not typical of her at all. She raised one of her blond eyebrows, her tall figure still looming over Dash even as she slumped against the doorframe.

— Good morning to you, too — Dash replied, rolling her eyes.

— Stop messing around. If you came to deliver a message for her or defend her in front of me, you can go away. I don’t want to hear it this time.

Dash’s jaw dropped, and she remained in disbeliefed silence as she stared Apple Jack up and down. Okay, she had helped Rarity through previous breakups, working as a carrier pigeon to try to restore peace between the two of them; but it wasn’t like she was the only one who did that. In their group of friends, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie were always the ones most willing to help solve any emotional problems, trying to make sure everyone was happy at all times. It was annoying sometimes, but Dash knew they did it out of love; she did it too, for goodness sake.

— First of all, keep your venom to yourself. I wasn't the one who broke your heart. — Dash walked right past AJ, who didn't answer, and entered the house, taking off her colorful-soled sneakers. Then, she turned and flicked the blonde's forehead, making her mumble. — Second, I'm not here on anyone's orders. I just came to check on you. You guys fight and the job of official emotional caretaker always falls over me.

AJ remained standing, leaning against the doorframe, just staring at her, her eyebrows furrowed. She seemed to get lost in thought from time to time and then return to reality, as if she didn't really know what to do.

— Sorry. You’re right. — She pushed herself off the wood, as if she had regained a small amount of energy. — Wanna eat something? I’m the only one home, but Grandma made grape jelly and homemade bread before she left this morning.

— Yes, I do. — Dash answered simply, making AJ smile softly and roll her eyes, walking past her and leading her to the kitchen. The blonde one left the door open, not seeming at all afraid of intruders; Dash couldn’t help but think that this was exactly the behavior she would expect from a country soul like AJ.

The two of them walked into the farmhouse kitchen, which had cream-colored tiled walls and floor, was spotlessly clean and had a wonderful sweet smell filling the air. Opening the oven, AJ took out a platter full with what looked like the world’s largest loaf of homemade bread, placing it on the plaid tablecloth. Then she walked over to the counter and picked up a carefully sealed glass jar and a knife, placing them next to the bread.

— Enjoy your meal — she said, holding out her arms, letting Dash know she could help herself to as much as she wanted.

Having not had lunch at Rarity's, Dash didn't feign politeness and went straight to cutting the soft bread, whose insides were still warm enough to steam. Rubbing her hands together in contentment, she took a slice for herself and bit into it without anything else, just enjoying the taste of the pure bread. She closed her eyes for a few moments, shaking her head in a brief, hungry dance.

She heard a hoarse laugh, which made her swallow quickly and open her eyes.

— This must be really good — AJ said, sitting in a chair at the end of the table, next to Dash, and then throwing one of her arms over the back of the chair, sprawling out comfortably.

Unlike when they first met, AJ was no longer a thin country bumpkin: now her muscles had developed, perfectly matching her broad shoulders and elegant frame. Dash had to look away, focusing on anything other than the forearms exposed by AJ’s rolled-up shirt sleeves.

— It’s good. Didn’t you eat? — Dash asked, taking another bite and chewing quickly, partly because she was hungry, partly to force herself to ignore the slightly faster beating of her heart.

AJ’s expression clouded over, and her green eyes darkened even further as she slumped over the table, letting out a long, obviously tired sigh.

— No. I just didn’t have an appetite today. — By “today” she meant all week, since she’d broken up with Rarity the previous Tuesday.

Apple Jack was the kind of person who spoke very little and showed even less about her feelings, but who punished herself by depriving herself of sleep and food as ways of coping with her pain. Which was incredibly unhealthy.

— Listen here, princess: — Dash called, in a casual tone, using one of the nicknames she liked to use with all her friends, especially AJ, because she knew it irritated her. — You need to eat. Starving yourself won't magically solve the situation. Talking will. And you know as well as I do that, when you two put your pride aside, which will happen in a week at most, you'll get back together and all the sadness will go away in the blink of an eye...

— No. Not this time, Dash — AJ interrupted, her eyes coming away from the tablecloth and quickly rising to Dash's face. The light green of her irises was blurry as her eyes watered and she pressed her lips together tighter, trying to stop any tears from slipping out. Her voice sounded shaky when she repeated, next: — Not this time.

Dash went silent, even stopping to chew. She thought for a few moments, her eyes wandering around the cozy kitchen, until they returned to AJ's face, who was still staring at her. She seemed to be waiting for her to inquire about the situation, or to tell her in a generic way that everything was going to be okay. But Dash wouldn't do that, she wasn't like that; the losses and hardships in motocross had taught her from an early age that sometimes the best medicine for a hurting heart was crying. No invasive questions or empty phrases of comfort, just acceptance and openness.

Dropping the slice of bread on the table, she rubbed her hands together, getting rid of the crumbs, and then turned once more to Apple Jack, who remained motionless.

— Then cry, AJ. You don’t have to be strong all the time. — She opened her arms slightly, signaling without using words that she could give AJ a hug if she needed it. — It’s okay to cry.

That was enough to make the remains of the wall that the blonde had built around herself crumble. Shaking, tears began to roll down her freckled cheeks in copious amounts, and she didn’t hesitate to lean over and hug Rainbow Dash tightly, burying her face in one of her shoulders. She didn’t sob or make any noise, but her body shook and her breath hitched for countless minutes, during which her hot tears flooded the shoulder of Dash’s coat. But it was okay, Dash didn’t care.

Reaching out an uncertain hand, she thought about stroking the blonde's hair the same way she did with Rarity while comforting her; but that seemed inadequate, so she decided against it, instead just patting AJ's back in comfort, allowing her to let out everything that had been suffocating her heart these past few days.

As she watched her like that, so devastated, Rainbow Dash knew that she could never have her. She, with such a pure and vulnerable heart, was not made for a terrible person like Dash. And that was okay. She could settle for just secretly wishing for her love, until she finally managed to smother and erase that inappropriate desire. In the end, they would still be friends, and Rainbow Dash would be there for her when she needed her, just as she would be there for Dash. That was enough.

Fifty minutes later, Apple Jack released her, wiping her face with the back of her hand and sniffling deeply. Her eyes were puffy when she looked at Dash, but her irises seemed less cloudy than before.

— Thanks — she murmured barely, in a low, husky tone.

Dash smiled slightly, shrugging and going back to eating her previously forgotten slice of bread.

— You’re welcome, snot — she replied, which made her roll her eyes but smile back.

A few moments passed, during which AJ got up and washed her face in the kitchen sink, blowing her nose with a paper towel that she discarded. Then, amidst Dash’s barrage of jokes about her still having boogers on her face — which she didn’t — she sat back down in the same spot.

— Hey, aren’t you going to try the jam? Grandma would be sad — she asked, pointing to the glass jar.

— You’re right — Dash replied, helping herself to another slice of bread after finishing the first one. — Open it for me.

The blonde looked at her with an amused smile on her lips, very different from the devastated expression from earlier. That was a relief.

— Why? Can’t you open the jar yourself, weakling? — That was a common provocation between the two of them.

Outraged, Dash immediately dropped the bread and reached for the jar of jam, frowning.

— Of course I can! — And then she tried to turn the lid, which didn’t budge an inch.

She looked at Apple Jack, alarmed, while the blonde started to laugh. Concentrating, she kept trying, applying all the strength of her arms to the jar.

— Damn, your grandma has iron biceps. Did she superglue this thing shut?

— Give it to me, weakling — AJ exclaimed, deftly stealing the jar from Dash’s hands. In a few moments, she had it open effortlessly, as if it were the easiest thing in the world, which left the colorful-haired girl with her mouth open and a disgusted expression. — You need to train those arms of yours more, not just your legs.

— Shut up. You’re no one to criticize my training, country bumpkin — Dash snapped, sticking out her tongue.

This only made Apple Jack laugh even harder, as she leaned over to pick up the knife, spreading the jam over the slice of bread Dash had cut earlier. With everything ready, she held out the jam-covered slice to Dash, indicating it with her eyes.

— Take it. Eat.

Ignoring the annoying tingling in the pit of her stomach that AJ's typical display of service gestures caused, she rolled her eyes, accepting the slice and quickly stuffing her mouth with bread and jam.

— Damn, this is delicious! — she exclaimed sincerely as she chewed. A crumb flew from her mouth towards AJ's face, who widened her eyes.

As Rainbow Dash turned as red as the house, Apple Jack laughed until she leaned against the tabletop, her posture finally becoming relaxed.

Well, as long as Dash could make her feel better, she didn't mind embarrassing herself a little. Even if she couldn't have her, she still loved her as a friend, and seeing her happy was enough.

•••

And that was the day she gave up on Apple Jack once and for all, nipping in the bud the obsession she had cultivated during her adolescence. Even if AJ and Rarity got back together and her heart ached, she would accept it. This was the best thing for everyone, she was sure of it.

Apple Jack was made of apple, soft, strong and sweet, and she was made of cinnamon, insistent and striking. They were different, in every possible way, and they would never mix.

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Devoured, an Obey Me!Beelzebub’s one shot

Characters: Beelzebub, Female!MC.

Genre: one shot.

Premise: MC and Asmodeus make a joke with Beel about MC’s taste, not knowing how much it will enter his head — and disturb his mind.

TW: (E) = explicit content.

—-x-

The room was almost completely dark and hot, with the exception of the minimal traces of street light that crossed the poorly closed shutters of your bedroom window, as well as the occasional gusts of the Devildom's night breeze. You couldn't stop shaking and panting, your body arching in repetitive, exhausting spasms that left your aching limbs increasingly tired — and ecstatic. Through the semi-darkness of the room, you could see Beelzebub's head between your thighs, and the two points of redish violet light that were his eyes, which periodically turned to your face. He was licking, sucking and nibbling your pussy frantically, guiding you towards what had to be your tenth orgasm of the night. He had removed the sheets from your bed to dissipate the heat that had formed, and now the covers only covered him up to his waist, leaving you completely exposed to the empty room. But it was impossible for you to feel cold in that situation: first, because the immense body of that two-meter demon was curved over yours, that seemed tiny and soft like the one of a little sheep that was about to be devoured by a wolf; and second, because he didn't seem to show any sign of stopping pleasuring you anytime soon.

You had lost track of time, your lips spread open and your throat scratched by the weak moans that escaped your mouth, just echoes of what had previously been screams that you had been unable to contain. Beel's face seemed completely wet, both from saliva and from your cum, and some of the red-orange strands of his hair were beginning to stick to his sweaty forehead, while others tickled the sensitive skin between your thighs. It was visible that he was also starting to get tired, the movements of his tongue and fingers becoming increasingly clumsy and long; however, his eyes remained glassy, ​​almost feverishly, returning to your face only at the moments when he was not lost in looking at your pussy, which he tirelessly devoured. The truth was that he looked like a hungry animal, sucking and biting with his sharp canines, voraciously swallowing everything he could. When you writhed beneath him once again, as soon as he sank his teeth into your inner thigh and then sank his tongue inside you, he let out a low, hoarse, almost guttural moan. You didn't know what else to do, just allowing your eyes to roll back into your skull once more, feeling your insides contract around the wet, lithe muscle of his tongue.

You had no idea how the situation had gotten to this point, given that you and Beel had never been anything more than friends; the little crush you had on him was yours alone, after all, and he had never shown any signs of reciprocating it. Until today.

That morning, you and Asmodeus were in the kitchen, eating breakfast and having fun and laughing with silly jokes. Beelzebub entered the room, hungry as usual, and went to the refrigerator with a simple “good morning”. When he realized it was empty, because Lucifer hadn't yet gone to do the ranch that week, he made a tremendous sigh, looking almost depressed. Asmodeus, who was not capable of passing up the opportunity to provoke someone, even one of his brothers, said: “Don't worry, Beel. If you’re really hungry, you can eat MC here.” Asmodeus grimaced, sticking his tongue out in a falsely disgusted face, just before continuing: “Although I think she tastes pretty bad.” "Hey!" You shot back, with a fake offended tone. “That’s not true! I’m sure my taste must be really good!” And then you both laughed.

Beel, however, didn't react as you expected: instead of rolling his eyes and giving a small smile, as he usually did, he stood still, with his arms at his sides, staring at you blankly. You found it strange, raising your eyebrows: “You’re not really thinking about devouring me, are you?”. Beel shook his head slowly, as if in a daze, and, under the increasingly malicious taunts of an Asmodeus who thought he was too hungry to think straight, left the kitchen.

At that night, though, Beel knocked on your bedroom door. When you opened it, he had the same fixed expression he had in the morning, instead of his typical calm, lazy and friendly face. You swallowed hard, not knowing if you should feel scared. “We were just messing around in the morning. I hope you're not really thinking about devouring me, because I don't think my taste is really…” he interrupted you with a voracious kiss, bending his massive body until he was at your height, lifting your chin with one of his large hands. Disoriented and with your heart racing, you reciprocated, giving him space when he wanted to enter your room. You were getting ready for bed, so it was almost natural that the trail of hot, wet kisses led you both to your unmade bed, in the middle of the semi-dark place.

And then everything happened, until that exact moment, in which Beel couldn't stop devouring your pussy, greedy and hungry. He was the demon of gluttony, after all.

Raising a trembling arm, not wanting to stop him at the same time as you could no longer take those permanent stimuli, you moved the sweaty locks away from his forehead, whispering tenderly: “Beel… y-you need to stop…” a moan escaped from your lips, your breathing labored. “Please”.

He grunted, a noise that came from deep in his chest, and it was with monumental effort that he pulled his mouth away from you. What you had assumed before was true: his face was completely soaked, from chin to nose, and he licked and bit his own lips, as if he wanted to enjoy the taste of you on his own skin a little longer. “I can’t stop… MC, you taste so good…” his eyes twinkled, even more animalistic. “It’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted in my entire life.”

“W-why do you say that? In fact, I don’t even know how we got here…” you admit, trying to calm down your shaking breath and your fast heartbeat. His warmth over the lower half of your body felt so good. “It was very sudden.”

“What Asmodeus said”, he replied, simply. His voice was deeper than usual, violently hoarse from all the effort and moaning of the night. “It was something I had thought about before. Because of your smell”, he admitted, without any embarrassment. “I thought that if you smelled good, you could taste good too. But I never imagined that…” he groaned, grinding his hips against the bed. The mattress moved under his weight. “I never imagined it would be delicious. Your taste makes me want to eat you, MC. I'm hungry for you.”

Swallowing the beat of your heart, your face completely flushed as you looked directly into his feverish eyes, you thought about making some joke to ease the tension in your chest. Because you weren't scared — far from it actually. It would have been some joke like “please don't eat me”, or something like “if you're going to roast me, I hope you season me properly”, but the laughter died in your mouth before his burning gaze. He was shaking against you, as if he was barely able to contain himself anymore, as if he was longing to be able to taste you again. So, you said the only thing that would be able to break that tenuous control: “Then eat me, Beel. Devour me.”

You watched as those wild violet eyes got closer and closer to your face, as his massive body rose up, covering yours completely.

Hey, guys! This is my first one shot about “Obey Me!”. I hope you guys enjoyed it! Just remembering that English isn’t my first language, so sorry for any mistake. :p

If you have any suggestions of scenarios with other characters from the game, feel free to tell me!

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Okay, my theory about Enhypen’s song “Chaconne” is that the song talks about a character of humble origin who ended up getting rich and noble (to the point of living in a castle), and this makes a lot of sense when we think that the chaconne was originally a popular song of hispanic origin that was then appropriated by European nobles and underwent several changes, such as been played by orchestras and stuff. This character must have been in love with a woman who also had humble origins, and they used to dance the chaconne together. However, he seems to have done some not-so-nice things to achieve wealth (after all, he even talks about himself as a “monster”), especially to give everything he could to the person he loved. However, as soon as he got power, I believe that his loved one died and he went crazy and now sees her spirit, as he talks about “seeing her through a broken mirror”, of an “aroma that is only for him” and even a “party just for him”. I believe his beloved died hating or rejecting him for the terrible things he did, because there is a noticeable bitterness in the character. “Brighter than the sun, this is me” would be him trying to convince himself that he was not someone bad and was still the same good and innocent man as before, but inside he knew that he had become corrupted, because soon after he talks about drowning in arrogance. “I kiss the flower that died”, “I don't care about death” and “in the darkness, this seems to be the only world left” seem to confirm that he knows she is dead, but that he desperately longs for her ghost to be real and not just a hallucination of his own head (“even if this moment is a curse, it won't stop”, “even if it’s a curse, I also can’t stop me”) simply to be able to dance the chaconne with her again, like they did when they were still together. “Get drunk on the beautiful me” and “I shine even in the broken mirror” are the answers that her spirit gives him (or that he imagines she gives), as she remains a good person even in death. Ultimately, I believe he follows her spirit's words to death ("dance the dance of death", "dance for me while you die like the bleeding flower") because he believes this is the only way to be forgiven and be with her again. Then, they dance the chaconne, this time forever -> “there’s no such a thing like an end”.

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Yes, I came back just to share this crazy theory that my mind created. I hope to not be the only one to see this music as the description of a tragic love story of a morally gray character. ☝️

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Noctúria - A Nessian Fanfiction

• An AU inspired by the ACOTAR series.

The screams still echoed in her head, latent, almost as if they wanted to escape her mouth again. Her throat still seemed to tingle from the flood she had spewed, in the loudest tone she had ever used in her life. Still, Nesta Archeron remained motionless, watching the outside slowly freeze, flake after flake.

One of her hands was gripping the icy window frame, made of solid stone, as was the entire house around her. Or fortress. She wasn't sure what to call it. The important thing was that her fingers hardly moved anymore, pale as a block of ice, but she didn't dare withdraw her hand or close the window. That cold, that nearly burned her face, that just didn't make her teeth chatter until they snapped because her jaw was locked in place with the full force of her anger, was what kept her there. It was what made her accept what was to come, again without her consent, and move on. It also made her no longer succumb to extreme emotions, which would only make her look weak or pathetic.

Yet the screams, the ones she herself had uttered a few hours earlier, were still imprinted on her mind. They basically consisted of "You ruined us!" and "How could you have the courage to join them?!" and "We can never live in peace again!". Not that they had ever lived in peace in those human lands, but still, they didn't need to have their existence worse.

The hardest thing to accept, above all, was that Nesta had worried about her. She had worried terribly for days, weeks and months. She had done exactly what her deceased mother had ordered her not to do. And if her mother still lived to ask, she would admit she had. That she cared. For some reason, she couldn't lie about it.

However, before her mind could swallow her, as it constantly did, the front yard gates creaked open. The snow-covered path, which she gazed incessantly, found itself covered in the footprints of figures she had already been waiting for.

Entering the family home came: her younger sister, Feyre; her husband and king of Noctúria, Rhysand; and the two figures that always surrounded him, his warriors covered in black cloaks and jewels, Azriel and Cassian. Nesta knew about the jewelry because sometimes, when they were lucky enough to escape the shadows of the cloaks, they reflected the daylight. Or the candles at night. Like a simple glow in the midst of darkness.

Taking a deep breath, she tensed her spine until it almost broke, wearing the most haughty posture she had ever exhibited in her life, and prepared to welcome them.

Hii, guys! What did you think about this little beginning?

Some things you need to know about the fanfiction:

1) The story is not set in the fae world, but in a world that also has magic and is inspired by the original one;

2) The backstories of some characters (several, I would say) have been changed. I also retraced the personalities of some of them, because I thought they needed some more complex traits;

3) Basically, the world they live in is divided into kingdoms, with the majority being ordinary humans, and the kingdom of Noctúria being considered a cursed place and full of "sorcerous and evil people". The rest of the plot will come later, but if in doubt, feel free to ask for any explanation!

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Take care of me: when Y/N is sick and needs some help - A Song Mingi one shot

Members: Mingi, from Ateez.

Genre: One Shot.

Premise: You and Mingi have been friends for a while now. When you fall ill, he readily offers to help you recover. The only thing he didn't expect, however, was to fall in love with you during the process.

Tw: (S) = Safe for reading, (F) = Fluff.

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"You are so crazily stubborn! And please, please, stop looking so cute!"

You were not exactly the most docile type of person, much less the one who accepted help easily. It was only thanks to Mingi's exhausting insistence that you agreed with him coming to visit you. He acted like he was going to die if he couldn't be of assistance to a "sick" friend.

In reality, what you had was just a slightly stronger cold, which in a few days would pass. You'd even warned him about the risks that he might also get the disease, but the boy didn't care. He seemed to be eager to help, or so he said; you suspected he just wanted to enjoy a quiet day off in the middle of the week, but ended up accepting his presence anyway.

Now, you were both snuggled on your living room sofa, watching some boring TV show. Mingi had brought two bags of snacks and a few more things and had put it on the kitchen counter, which you were now staring at with curiosity. Before you could say anything, however, an irritating sneeze made your body shake, forcing you to pull a tissue from the box propped on the arm of the sofa.

As you blew your nose, Mingi turned his head in your direction:

- Everything okay there? - he asked, his voice muffled by the mask you had established as a condition for him to come to your house.

You threw the used tissue in the trash you placed beside the sofa and sanitized your hands with alcohol.

- Apart from the fact that I'm disgusting, with a stuffy nose and my whole body aching, it's okay. - you said, with a subtle tone of sarcasm, which made him laugh.

- I think the part that hurts the most in you right now is your pride. It can't accept the fact that you're sick. - he shook his head, hiding a small smile.

You just rolled your eyes, snorting in response.

More time passed, and suddenly it was dark outside the window. Colder than you should have felt, you pulled the blanket that covered you further up, trying to settle into your corner of the sofa.

- Are you sure you don't want to go to the doctor?

- I am. I've had several colds like this lately. It will pass soon. - grumbling to turn around, you shrugged - It must be because of my damn coworker who doesn't wash his hands. He's always got that snotty nose, walking everywhere.

Mingi couldn't help but laugh. You, grumpy like that, couldn't seem to help being funny. And cute, he had to admit. Your fluffy pajamas, covered in draws of little elephants playing, were something that simply brought out your big, bright (most likely due to the cold) eyes.

He noticed that you were shivering with cold in a few moments. Then he sighed, lifting an arm to tug on yours.

- Hey, what are you doing?! - you exclaimed, irritated.

- You're there freezing to death just out of stubbornness. Let me help you. - he muttered, pulling you to him gently but firmly.

Too sore to fight back, you just accepted your fate, leaning against his arm. Mingi was so warm that you couldn't help hugging him closer, resting your head on his shoulder.

- Don't come too close to my face, I don't want you to get sick too.

- I won't, Y/N. Rest assured. - he replied, and you finally returned to pay attention to the TV.

×××

It was 9 pm when you got a fever. Mingi was supposed to be going home, but he couldn't help but worry about you.

He asked you where the medicines were in the house and served you a heat-killer in the company of hot tea, which he quickly made with the items he brought in his bags. With rosy cheeks and barely open eyes, you just took it without protest, soon crumpling into yourself again. When you finished the tea, you fell back onto the couch, messing up your already tangled hair even more.

Mingi walked to the kitchen, intending to wash your mug and put away the medicines, when he heard your voice rise from the living room:

- Song Mingi.

He hurried to see what it was. After all, you only called him by his last name when the subject was serious. When he approached the sofa, however, you just lifted your arms and, like a snake in full swing, wrapped them around him.

- I want you to stay here with me. It's very cold. - you muttered, so low he wondered if you were awake or asleep.

He should have protested, but you used Mingi's weak point against him: his weakness for cuteness. He felt like he was about to melt, staring into your tired, heart-shaped face, with cheeks flushed. You would probably never ask for a hug from him again in your life, and he just couldn't miss the opportunity to see someone as tough as you behave like a funny kid.

He sat on the couch and, to his surprise, you laid your head on one of his legs, pulling the blanket over both of you. So you lifted one of your arms and felt around in the half light, without opening your eyes, until you found his hand. You pulled it to you and practically used it as a pillow. At that point, Mingi simply fell silent and watched, practically motionless.

Your hand was much smaller than his, and your feverish face against his palm was like the softest and most beautiful of the blankets. He couldn't deny that he felt like squeezing your cheeks until you got better. In fact, he probably couldn't deny anything you asked for right then.

When you opened your eyes slightly, the sudden appearance of your pupils startling him a little, and pulled his other hand to pat your head, his heart missed a beat. So, without saying a single word, you melted him until there was only a warm puddle of Mingi's heart left. He obeyed your silent order and ruffled your hair, which, though messy, was still as soft as ever. The little smile that crept across your face, which you tucked deeper into his hand, was the final attack.

The only reason he didn't scream out of emotion was because he was too focused and too surprised by the discovery he'd just had. He, Song Mingi, had fallen in love with you. And it ocurred long before you got sick, as he'd spent the entire day trying to contain the crooked-tooth little grins that popped up on his face every time you did something funny or approached him a little closer. He already liked you when he vehemently insisted on seeing you. Now he understood the urge that took over him when you said you were not feeling so well.

He liked you the moment he met you, in fact, with your falsely serious eyes that tried to hide a smile that insisted on dominating your lips. You acted cold just on the outside, because your heart was just the purest thing he had ever seen, as beautiful as you.

For an instant, he wished that moment in your living room would never end. Because worse than seeing you sick would be having to confess his feelings to you. If you didn't feel the same, everything would be lost! Maybe he was exaggerating, but he knew it was a risk to your friendship.

But if you did feel the same... he had to quiet down his thoughts in that moment, otherwise, he would wake you up with the agitation he felt.

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Assassin!Jungkook and his secrets: falling for Student!y/n - part 2

Members: Assassin!Jungkook.

Genre: mafia!AU, imagine.

Premise: after finding out that the college student who enchanted him works in a coffee shop, Jungkook decided to visit the place. But his shyness can be a little more bothering than he thought at first.

TW: (S) = Safe for reading, (F) = Fluff.

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"You are simply too adorable to ignore".

Jungkook was in a cute coffee shop. Yes, exactly that: the tattooed mobster, dressed all in black and with a creepy look on his face, was sitting at a pink table in a cute coffee shop.

However, nothing in that setting had been against his will. Quite the contrary, he'd made a point of going there, as soon as he found out that that was where you worked part-time, serving as a waitress.

As you approached, with your cream-colored lace apron and your notepad in hand, all his boldness evaporated. He had even rehearsed a few words before the situation, which was quite unusual for someone so quiet, but he forgot them as soon as he saw your pretty face. His brain seemed to have atrophied, and he couldn't help but stare at you.

Then, a usual sharp smile broke across your face. You tapped the pen against the pad.

- Are we in a staring contest then? - you asked, in a friendly way.

Jungkook finally seemed to come back to life, shaking his head and averting his eyes to the floor.

- No. - he replied brusquely, which then sounded rather silly.

You laughed quietly, waving.

- It's just a joke. What would you like to order, sir? - you asked expectantly.

Frowning at being called "sir" was inevitable. It was strange to hear something formal coming from you, who seemed to be someone so cunningly free.

- Uh... I don't know. - he replied, almost as if his mouth did not follow the commands of his mind. My God, was he blushing?!

Shaking your head with another smile, you pointed to the side of the table, where the menu rested, painted with dozens of little hearts.

- Oh. - he exclaimed, hurrying to read it.

When he held up the menu, you got a good look at the tattoos that covered his hands and fingers, raw and funky compared to the peaceful (and shy) smoothness of his features. In the midst of the darker tattoos, like skulls and stuff, you saw a little face winking, with a little crooked smile. Mimicking the emoji's smile, you pointed it out, an amused laugh on the tip of your tongue.

- So cute. It's the kind of tattoo I would like to do too. - you commented, winking at him in an innocent little joke.

Jungkook was quiet for a few moments, concentrating to respond in a way his words made sense.

- And why don't you do? - he asked, after swallowing hard.

You stared at him and, bending your head over your hand in an adorable way, clicked your tongue.

- I'm afraid of needles and blood. It's a silly fear, I know, but I can't help it.

He avoided thinking about his own work, which involved a lot more blood than some tattoos, and just nodded. He felt a little uncomfortable imagining a scenario in which you found out who he really was, even if that was never going to happen.

Or so he thought.

- Have you decided what you want, sir? - you asked, indicating your notepad.

He nodded hurriedly, putting the menu aside.

- I'll have a cinnamon frappuccino, please.

As you took his order, you noticed out of the corner of your eye that he was twitching his fingers on the tablecloth. When you finished writing down, you blinked again, snapping your fingers.

- Right away, sir! Your order will come out soon. If you need anything else, please call me. - you pointed your own badge, smiling - My name is Y/N, in case you need something or, of course, think about to leave a tip.

For the first time, he chuckled, looking a little less tense. Then, before you walked away, you heard his voice:

- Y/N... uh... - you turned, watching him take a deep breath and twitch his fingers more than ever, which, apparently, was an habit of his - My name is Jungkook. Wouldn't you want to, by chance... well... maybe... go out with me some day?

The boy was so red it was funny to see. He seemed to be making an enormous effort to say those words, as if he was holding his breath.

At the same time, it was so cute that you couldn't help but melt a little inside.

- I don't usually go out with clients, I'm sorry. - his expression, before tense, was slowly withering - Lucky for me, however, that my shift ends at 6 pm. After that time, you technically wouldn't be my client anymore, would you?

With a renewed spirit that could be seen through his glowing dark eyes, he shook his head quickly.

- No, I wouldn't.

- Okay then. After that time, I can go out with you. - you replied, simply, soon turning on your heels and leaving there with ease.

It was obvious that, inside, the excitement flooded you. Just as it flooded Jungkook, who felt ecstatic when left snuggled at the pink table.

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Assassin!Jungkook and his secrets: falling for Student!y/n - part 1

Members: Assassin!Jungkook.

Genre: mafia!AU, imagine.

Premise: Jungkook was sitting on a bench in some park, sulking from the recent problems that life had posed him. Then he saw you on your way out of college, and suddenly everything felt lighter, almost fluttering. Wait, why was his heart beating so fast?

TW: (S) = Safe for reading, (F) = Fluff.

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"You are simply too adorable to ignore."

The day was cloudy, but too bright for there to be any sign of rain. The gray light coming from the clouds, slightly whitish, disturbed his vision a little. Jungkook snorted, shoving his gloved hands into the pockets of his black coat. That day was being a big pain in the ass.

Yes, a pain in the ass, just like Namjoon. The boss had given him an hour-long lecture for failing one of the missions, having hurt the Organization infiltrator too much for him to be able to be interrogated. It was just that when Jungkook found out there was a traitor among them, he couldn't help himself. He was desperate both for himself and for his colleagues, especially the 6 mafia members who were like family to him. If someone got hurt or died because of the spy, he would never be able to forgive himself.

After having heard the endless speech about "the need to remain calm," Jungkook was kicked out of Namjoon's house with an irrevocable order: "reflect on your actions and take a thought from it all".

He rolled his eyes, unconsciously pouting stubbornly. He wouldn't reflect a damn thing, because everyone should be grateful for what he'd done. He had given a traitor an unforgettable beating and would never regret it.

A cold wind blew, ruffling the leaves on the trees and causing several of them to fall away, like a gentle rain on the small children who ran and played there. Jungkook shook his head so that the leaves caught in his hood fell. It was when he lowered his hood to pull out a particularly uncomfortable leaf that you appeared.

Trully, you only appeared to him, because he didn't appear to you. You looked so distracted, with your head down and buried in a book you were struggling to hold, that it would have been impossible for you to notice a dark, sullen figure like him, sitting on a bench a few feet away.

You weren't a supermodel, but there was something about your face that was just adorable. Perhaps it was the set of features, which softened into smooth cheeks and sharpened into the tips of oddly cute teeth. Maybe it was the fact that the light reflected especially on the tip of your nose, probably thanks to a drop of water accumulated in the trees that fell there, as if a small star had landed between your eyes. Maybe it was the shape of your eyes, which managed to be sweet and smart at the same time. He couldn't tell, among all these things, which one had made him stand still in his place.

Suddenly, someone called your name, and you turned around, a cheerful expression replacing the previously serious one. You closed the book and arranged it with the others that were piled up in your arms, smiling at the approaching girl and boy. Jungkook noticed that you were students when he observed the direction you were coming from, which was the university gates that were on the side of that same square.

The boy, probably your friend, must have made some joke, because you laughed and punched him in the shoulder. Then, with a smart expression, you said something that made him roll his eyes, and minutes later he was helping you to put your books in the backpack on your back. The girl who watched you just laughed, having fun with you two.

For a moment, Jungkook wished he could participate in such a scenario. He didn't even finish school and never thought about going to college. But… it seemed a lot of fun to have friends like that, who could laugh without worry staining their features. As if life were good, and there was no need to hide dirty secrets in the shadows.

You said something to your friends, arching your eyebrows and blinking, your expression shifting to a sharper one. It was obvious that you had a teasing tongue, as your two friends blushed, covering their faces as they laughed in embarrassment. Even one of the little children playing stopped, looking at you with big round eyes.

After some minutes of conversation, you pointed forward, indicating a path you all would follow together. Your friends nodded, and you started walking away. Jungkook didn't want that to happen, but he couldn't help it without looking like a maniacal stalker.

When he followed you with his gaze, hesitating to let you go, you seemed to have noticed the attention. You turned your head and, over your shoulder, looked directly into his eyes.

He felt tense for several moments, not sure how to disguise it. However, instead of making an expression of awkwardness, you smiled. It was a brief smile that barely had a chance to glow in the gray daylight. Still, the corners of your lips lifted sharply but gently, and he swore it was the most perfect smile he'd ever seen.

He only realized that his heart was pounding after you had already vanished over the horizon, blending in with the people around you. He sat on the bench for another half hour, just thinking about what to do. Finally, he decided that he would apologize to Namjoon, simply because you and your friends had reminded him of friendship.

He also decided that he would be at the same park the next day, right when the students left the university. Maybe he could get one more smile of yours, so he could add it to his little collection of good memories. Because you alone remebered him of how nice was to have something bright in mind, to dispel the darkness that normally inhabited his thoughts.

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I'm so glad you liked it!! It's always good to receive this kind of feedback! ❤💜

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Hello Again I LOVED what you wrote for my request so much thank you it was amazing I’m here again to request another one if it okay if not please ignore it !! How about they meet again but this time their mans had got to the agent and beat them up and now they need help would they help them back or use this chance to ask something I leave it up to you talented human 💜 have a nice day

Agent y/n needs help

Members: all BTS.

Genre: mafia!AU, reaction.

Premise: after helping one of the mobsters, agent y/n meets the Organization again. This time, the agent is the one who needs help, after getting into a fight with some of the henchmen. But would a mobster really be honorable enough to return a favor?

TW: (S) = Safe for reading.

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I'm so glad to know that you liked the last reaction!!! I hope this one also meets your request well!

Also, your requests are amazing to write about. I really enjoyed the whole scenery with the police agent. 😆😆

I did a shorter version this time, hope you like it! ❤💜

"To have honor or not? That's the real question here."

Namjoon:

Honestly, he wouldn't help you directly.

But he also wouldn't ask you anything.

Even though Namjoon liked to keep promises, and had strong personal principles that often haunted his mind, the Organization was more important than all that.

He was willing to do anything for the mafia, even to lose his honor.

So when he realized that the police agent who had been captured and injured by his henchmen was you, he got into an internal conflict.

His emotions were never evident on his face, but if you looked closely, forcing your swollen eyes to focus, you'd notice that his irises were moving too fast, sweeping the entire room over and over, like the pendulum of an old clock.

He remembered vividly how you had helped him the last time, when you found him alone and injured. You even lied to your own team so he had time to escape.

However, the things you were investigating were too important, and they were the ones that led you to get into a fight with the Organization when trying to escape the kidnapping.

Namjoon cursed himself for, just this once, having treated with irrelevance what his henchmen had reported earlier in the morning.

If he had known the agent was you, he would have acted much more calmly.

Concern souring his senses, he asked you just two questions before leaving the room and you, alone there.

He also remembered perfectly that you were very smart.

He hoped the injuries didn't stop you from thinking clearly.

Because the questions he had asked you were actually veiled instructions about how to escape.

And he may have forgotten to lock the pavilion you were in when he left.

Everything so… accidental.

Seokjin:

He'd be so shocked to find out that you were the person his gang mates had been fighting with, that he'd probably be unresponsive at first.

Then a rising panic would begin to form on his expression as he remembered that you had helped him.

You stopped him from freaking out when he was seriously injured, and only because of you he had escaped.

Even though he didn't consider himself the most honest of people, helping you to get away was simply a necessity.

He had his own rules, and even his boss couldn't make him break them.

So he waited for the others to leave you alone, finally.

He watched the entire fight, in which you got beaten up a lot, even though you were an impressive fighter.

After all, two against one was something hard to win.

He only closed his eyes towards the end, because he couldn't stand to see you hurt anymore.

But he still kept his ears open and listened, because he believed he owed you that.

When he saw the free path, he barged into the room you were trapped in, taking a first-aid kit with him.

He helped you to your feet and disinfected your wounds, checking every part of you to make sure nothing serious had happened.

"I can't get you out of here right now, because there are a lot of people around the room. But I swear I'll come up with a plan and help you get out as quickly as possible."

He was a hacker after all. Strategy was his greatest talent.

You were suspicious at first, but you had to trust him. That was your only alternative.

But it was worth it.

Two days later, you were free.

And you had left without anyone in the building noticing, which was impressive to say the least.

Yoongi:

He would help you right away, just not very kindly.

Finding you in the basement, with a black eye and several bruises on your knuckles, he would take a few steps back.

The shock would quickly pass through him, as would the memories of the day you saved his life.

He would mentally curse but force himself into the room.

Then, without saying anything more, he would just untie you and tell you to walk out by the first floor door.

He would not accompany you, but would hold by the collar the two henchmen who had previously wounded you, preventing them from blocking your path.

You would reach the street outside and blend in with the people walking, no more interruptions;

The shock still clear on your face as the people around you casted curious glances at your wounded face.

The henchmen who had fought with you would have a rough day, it's worth mentioning.

Hoseok:

Hoseok would help you, but he would also ask questions.

Don't get him wrong, it wouldn't be with bad intentions.

He would want to help and would help you wholeheartedly, keeping fresh in mind the day you helped him not to be killed.

Still, every opportunity should be taken.

So he would ask discreet questions in the middle of his reassuring speech, as he untied you and let you out, telling the gang's henchmen that he would be responsible for you.

It was just that he was already getting into a big mess helping you, so if he got some information from your investigation, maybe he could please his boss with it and receive a lighter punishment.

Even if you didn't say anything, however, he wouldn't force you and would still help you escape.

But in case you didn't notice the questions and ended up answering unintentionally, he would filter the answers.

He would report to his boss only those that didn't put your life at risk.

After all, Hoseok was a man of his word.

Literally.

Jimin:

Jimin wouldn't help you at first and would still take the opportunity to try to find out information.

He would push you to the extreme, letting his henchmen do the work and avoiding getting into a direct fight with you.

However, he would only do that because he thinks you are extremely brave.

He remembered how you had helped him, how smart and agile you had been.

So he'd think you'd find a way to escape on your own, and that the wounds you'd received during the fight were nothing to you.

It wasn't until you nearly passed out from the pain, after trying to clean one of your wounds, that he realized the situation was more serious than he thought.

Grunting, he would break out of the dark wall he had been leaning against and knock the two henchmen to the ground.

He would untie you and watch you closely.

"Run."

You would do as instructed and flee in a few moments, disappearing from his sight.

He would still use the information he had managed to extract from you, though.

But just because he knew you would come back and get your revenge against him.

Doing that, he would be able see you again.

You were his personal challenge after all.

Taehyung:

He would help you and not ask anything.

Taehyung would be discreet, however.

More to not get you into trouble or put you at risk than to preserve himself.

He would watch the fight you got into with the mafia's henchmen, clenching his fists to contain the urge to shoot the men and keep them from hurting you further.

You had let him go when he was almost captured, thus saving his life.

He would owe you an eternal debt, even if you had assured him that you had no desire to charge him anything in return.

He would find a way to distract the henchmen, though, so you could get rid of them.

Maybe a bomb would go off somewhere nearby, mysteriously.

Then he would approach you, carrying bandages and a basic first-aid kit.

You were nearly passing out, so he did all the work to clean your wounds and settle you more comfortably on the floor.

When you had your eyes closed, too much dizzy to speak, he might have kissed the top of your head softly, with an affection that never showed in his expression.

Then, forcing himself to be a little cruel, he splashed water on your face so that you woke up completely.

He told you how to escape, with clear directions.

You followed his instructions, and actually managed to get away before the henchmen came back.

He stood where you had been for quite a long time, lost in thoughts.

Jungkook:

Jungkook would help you out of that place even if he had to take down one by one each man present there.

So much so that he himself got into the fight you were participating in, helping you to win with an almost frightening aggressivity.

The henchmen on the ground weren't worthy of his mercy, and he didn't care if he was in trouble after that.

He just knew he was supposed to help a good, kind person like you, who had a heart big enough to spare even a murderous mobster like him.

You, tough on the outside, were innocent on the inside.

And it was his duty to preserve people like you.

So when the fight was over, he held you in his lap, one arm under your knees and the other around your back.

Even if you weren't injured to the point of needing to be carried, he made sure to get you out of there, personally taking you to the exit.

When you left, leaving behind a simple "thank you", he just nodded.

Your cheeks were flushed, and although you couldn't see it because of the poor lighting, his were also pink.

In the end, he was still a shy boy.

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They get hurt while running away from the police, but agent y/n helps them - part 2

Members: maknae line.

Genre: mafia!AU, reaction.

Premise: during a police chase, one of the mobsters ends up getting injured. Suddenly, you appear when he least expected it, willing to help him. You say you will see each other again in the future. With complete certainty: after all, you will guarantee it yourself.

TW: (V) = Violence.

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"We'll see each other again, don't worry."

Jimin:

Crap!

Jimin could barely breathe. He felt that a cataract of blood was spurting out of his nose, almost as if God wanted to drown him with his own poison. He refused to just stop, however. He was still trapped inside the damn ballad that had been invaded by the police.

With an excruciating pain in his face, he was hiding behind the bar counter, crouched in the dark among dozens of broken glass. There had been a fight there, in which he himself had participated, and so the police had been called.

If he was arrested again, the boss of the organization wouldn't be happy. Jimin had just been released from jail, and going back there would be tantamount to risking his identity as a member and, consequently, the secrets he carried with him.

Also, if his opponent in the fight broke his nose, he did much worse to the poor man. Therefore, he could not be found by any of the police agents, otherwise his fate would surely have been to be thrown into a cell.

It was while he cursed and spat blood for the tenth time that night that you showed up, leaping over the counter with your gun in hands. Immediately, the unarmed gangster raised his arms, his once-beautiful face now smeared with hideous bruises.

- Do not move. - you said, your voice firm as you scanned the scene to make sure he didn't have any weapons within reach.

He didn't say anything, but it wasn't necessary. The strange and slightly disturbing noise of his breathing, which sounded like a strangled snore, said enough about his current state of health and strength. When a trickle of blood slipped out of his nose, the dark color mingling with the purple from the wounds, you turned your face away.

- Disgusting. - you commented, not sounding at all delicate.

Jimin arched his eyebrows in an expression of surprise. In a normal moment, he would have laughed at that reaction. At that particular moment, however, laughing would hurt too bad.

- I can't do much to improve the scenario, I'm sorry. - he replied with difficulty, coughing soon afterwards.

You sighed, an internal debate going on inside your mind. Finally, you got up quickly, looking for something useful there in the bar.

Opening the side refrigerator, you grabbed a frozen bottle, barely feeling the temperature through your uniform gloves.

- Here, put this over the fracture. - you muttered, leaning back and handing the cold object to the man - Don't try to put that nose back in place. Only a doctor can do this.

Jimin wanted to tell you that he had been through that situation before, and that nothing on the scene was new. However, speaking was somewhat difficult, and he found your serious expression somewhat interesting. So he decided to just accept and remain silent.

When the cold glass touched his broken nose, the pain coursed through his body like a sickening wave, and he even felt dizzy for a moment. Afterwards, however, the low temperature began to make the fracture throb a little less.

- I'm not arresting you today, but only because you look too miserable. I don't like arresting someone who is choking on their own blood. - you said, breaking the silence and walking away suddenly. Your face was beautiful and calm even in front of all that shit, which caused even more admiration on his part - My colleagues will not be so nice to you, however. So don't get caught.

You prepared to jump over the counter again. In a hurry, Jimin coughed again, trying to free his voice.

- T-thank you? - he said, so uncertain and surprised that it sounded like a question.

A crooked smile broke across your face, filled with a dark fun that cut across your serious face.

- Oh, don't thank me. We'll see each other again, and then I'll have time to compensate my team for this situation. - you replied, simply turning your back on him and leaving him alone with the threat.

Taehyung:

His face was mess, as was his vision, blurried due to his swollen eyes. However, it was nothing compared to the pain in his chest, probably from a broken rib.

Taehyung was tolerant of pain, but that was too much. It looked like the devil himself had come out of hell especially to embrace him, crushing his bones in an iron grip.

He could no longer move properly. The weapon in his coat became a useless object, as the simple movement of turning his torso caused too terrible pain to bear. He'd been lucky to have only a few broken ribs, though, as the police officer who'd taken him down didn't look anything merciful.

In fact, the method the agent had chosen revealed far more about his nature than just his expression. After all, it wasn't every day that Taehyung was trampled, being hit repeatedly by the terribly hard sole of a boot.

He didn't even do much to deserve that. He only participated in a debt collection, which would have gone smoothly if the damn debtor hadn't asked the police for help. People made debts to the organization and then had no way to pay it back, and then resorted to "legal means" when they received any small threat. Those people didn't know how to keep agreements, which was disgusting.

It was obvious that Taehyung wouldn't actually shoot, though. He was there only to create fear in the debtor. Still, the policeman who found him armed next to the house where the transaction was taking place could not understand his intentions, knocking him down and assaulting him without thinking twice. Taehyung was a sniper, not a fighter. It was obvious he wouldn't stand a chance in hand-to-hand combat. He thought he would be shot in the head and die there, but the policeman's cruelty gave him enough time to receive help. One of the other gangsters, one who was a good fighter, attacked the policeman from behind, giving him a chance to get up and run.

The agent's desire to see his suffering was what ended up keeping him alive. Now, Taehyung was wandering in the florest behind the house, trying to run anywhere. However, the pain in his ribs was terrible, which hindered his breath. He hugged himself, leaning against a tree trunk to try to breathe.

You found him without much delay. Actually, you followed him from the beginning, keeping a safe distance from the moving target. You watched as your terrible colleague hurt him, however, and the anger caused by that moment was making you feel unnatural pity.

That little bastard didn't deserve to be called a cop, he had no honor for that. He was just a perverted sadist who's caused problems on dozens of previous missions. You would have stopped his actions that night, but someone else did it before you had a chance. You found yourself in part grateful for whoever the saver was.

- Hands up! - you exclaimed from among the trees, scaring the injured boy.

Turning slowly around, Taehyung faced you, the light from your flashlight hitting his face. At that distance, you could see his eyes tearing through the bruises, looking vulnerable like those of an innocent animal.

The look he gave you, which looked like an acceptance of the end, broke your heart in a way.

- I am not going to kill you. - you said suddenly, feeling that you needed to explain. You didn't want anyone to think you were merely similar to your colleague - Rest assured.

The boy was bent over, breathing hard under ribs bruised from successive kicks. He didn't say anything, just remaining in the harrowing silence of his heavy breathing.

You didn't lower your weapon at any time, as you knew you needed it before your own life. However, you raised your free hand, pointing to the way in front of the boy.

- If you follow this path, you will reach a highway in a few minutes. From there you can get some help. I can't do anything to fix what my colleague did. - you said, honest as an open book.

For an instant, he remained incredulous, shocked at how direct you had been. It took you to smile bravely and with a little bit of embarrassment, your cheeks flushed with the shame of having a psycho as a teammate, for him to accept.

- Don't think that you are creating any debt with me. Let's forget about it until the next time we see each other. When that day comes, I will not act against my profession. - that was your simple way of giving him some comfort, ensuring that he would survive and leave the forest. You would see each other again.

Taehyung didn't say anything, just pushing himself to the middle of the trees. He would later regret it, wishing he had said something. Wishing he had at least thanked you.

You, that would have been imprinted in his memory as a serious figure outlined in lantern light, steady as a brave and fair angel.

He was good reading people's intentions because he always felt when they were sincere. You were sincere, he knew. So he clung tightly to the fact that you had said that you would meet again. After all, someone like you didn't lie.

Jungkook:

Jungkook felt he would die if he ran a few more meters. His heart rumbled in his chest like a train out of control, pounding painfully.

He knew what was going on. It was one of those damn anxiety attacks that filled his mind and body with panic, always at the worst of times.

He felt like he was going to have a heart attack at any moment, the arrhythmia being enough to almost keep him from breathing. Usually attacks came when something very difficult happened. Even though he was an assassin, Jungkook only killed bad men who messed with the organization. The others he only scared or hurt a little, never going overboard and always following Namjoon's instructions to maintain his composure.

Watching an innocent child die in front of him was too much, though. It was too much even for a troubled mind like his, crammed with dark secrets rotting in invisible drawers.

The child had been hit by a stray bullet in the street, because the police had started shooting at the gang in the middle of a public place, not caring whether it would hit them or someone innocent in the process. Unfortunately, what happened was the second option.

Ignoring the deafening gunfire, Jungkook ran and held the little girl in his arms, preventing her from falling. He hid behind an abandoned fruit stand to try to save her, but she was gone when he tried to stop the bleeding. An angel like that left in the blink of an eye, without any suffering or pain. It was an immediate and pure goodbye like herself. He had to leave her and run when he realized there was no more solution.

With a broken heart, he got up and ran, fleeing through the alleys of the poor neighborhood.

He knew you were following him, so he was trying hard not to give up, fighting arrhythmia and tears. Finally, he simply gave up, dropping to his knees in the sharp cobblestone street.

- Shoot, like you did back there! Let me die fast like her! - he said, clasping his hands behind his head - Even if I don't deserve it, because I'm not innocent.

He waited for the noise of the shot, which would be deafening for a few seconds but then bring him to peace, if the sniper had mercy. However, when that noise did not come, he turned his head slowly.

You were standing behind him, spine erect and gun in hand. Your gun wasn't aimed at him, but lying on your side. With your head bowed, but with your chin up and your expression on display, you were crying deeply.

The painful sobs made your body shudder, but no sound left your lips. Your eyes were wide open, lost in pain from the terrible accident that had just taken place. You weren't the one who fired the shot that killed the innocent child, but your heart was broken as you were. It was just too painful to know that the corporation you so loved and valued had done something like that.

And that a mobster had been the only one to help the victim, risking his own life amid the incessant gunfire.

- I saw what you did back there. - you said, your voice high and constant even under the crying.

Seeing your open and desolate expression was a blow to Jungkook. He almost forgot he couldn't breathe.

- II… - he tried, but his ragged breathing stopped him from speaking.

- Breathe. Place your hand on your abdomen to make sure you are breathing slowly and deeply. - you said, knowing well what the boy was dealing with.

Still in shock, he complied, needing two minutes to feel some improvement. Even though it was slow, he felt he was breathing better again. Maybe it was more because of your soft voice than the breathing exercise, but it was still worth it.

- Y-you won't shoot? - he asked, hating the fact that he was stuttering.

- No. I'll let you go. - you said, with a desolate sigh.

He remained on the ground, not knowing how to react.

- S-so I won't die? - he asked incredulously, which sounded a bit silly.

Something like a smile craved with pain but contrasted with courage came to your mouth, forcing your cheeks against the tears.

- No. You tried to help her. - leaning your gun on one of your shoulders, you puffed out your chest, an act that reflected all the effort needed to return to professional posture - We'll see each other again in the future, because you'll live.

And then, as one of the most human persons he've ever met, you left, giving him the chance to pull himself together.

Hyung line here.

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