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Royalty Part 2

Pairing: Prince Felix x female reader, switched POVs, set after 2 years.

Warnings: smut duh with a plot ofc, unprotected sex(wrap before you tap), nicknames, cursing, death? Mental health issues, heartbreak lol, violence ig.

A/n: heheh ik you’ve waited for this so enjoy! Ps Daniel deserves sm better😭

W.C: 7000 words

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“Felix?” My attention was brought back by Chan, he snapped his fingers which made me jump. “Are you okay?” Am I okay? I’ve been asking myself that for a long time.

I nodded my head and gave a reassurance smile, which was completely fake. He was talking to me about some duties I needed to attend to. I had to step up, as the widowed-crown prince, who was a better fit than a 7-year-old. I had to get over everything so fast, my bride who died on our wedding day, I was forced to forget about it. But I couldn’t, I simply could not. Because I would only love her and only her. “Are you even paying attention?” I dropped my hand against the desk which was holding up my head. “We need to find you another bride.” I became outraged, “what are you talking about?” He sighs and sits in front of me, “it’s been two years. We need a crown princess.” I stood up from my chair, “how could you ask something like this?”

“You are the most wanted husband in the land, you have ladies lining up for you.” This brings me back to before, when I was invited to the imperial palace for the first time, and saw her. “I don’t want another lady.” He groaned in annoyance which caused me to turn angrily, he spoke before thinking, “why can’t you just forget her?” I charged towards him, lifting my fist to him and gripping his shirt, but I caught myself. I let him go and sighed, “why do you think? She was murdered on our wedding day, I couldn’t save her. To this day I don’t know who murdered her.”

Her father refused to investigate her death, her assassin. He believed it wouldn’t let her soul rest, which he ordered no one to look into it or they would be killed. I looked at the jade ring on my finger, our wedding rings, I buried the other one with her. “I just want her back.” We were interrupted by a guard stepping inside, “his majesty would like a word alone.” I motioned for Chan to leave and the King stepped inside. “Your majesty,” I bowed and he bowed back, “Felix.” I sat down, but he insisted on not sitting with me. “It’s time we find you a bride.” I slumped defeated, unbelievable. The king had recently remarried after y/ns mother couldn’t handle the pain of her death. She killed herself. He chose to remarry only a month ago.

“It’s just hard, after everything.” He reached for my hand but I reluctantly moved. “I understand, but I did it. Which means you can too.” I held my breath as he was turning to leave, “just think about it.” Then he slithered away. I sat there for a while, thinking about everything that happened. I decided it was time I should go take a bath. I walked into my room and told my servants I wanted a bath. They left to prepare and would alert me when it was ready. Chan came running inside. “You won’t believe what I just heard.” I crossed my arms and stared, awaiting the information.

“I overheard a conversation the king had with his new bride.” He gets up and walks over to the station full of sweets and drinks. “She had a twin sister. She lived in the village, poor as mice. She was taken care of by undercover palace guards.” I frown my forehead and lean against the table in my room. It was y/ns, her room. I watched him pour a cup of tea for me, he set it down on the table in front of me, “I don’t drink tea.. Have you investigated this?” He sighs heavily, “there’s no record of her. Anywhere.” I stepped back, stunned, “how could there be no information on her?” He shrugged his shoulders, and sat down on the chair. “Maybe he didn’t want anyone to find out about her.” But why?

“I want you to investigate y/n’s past.” He raises an eyebrow, “I will be killed.” I shut my eyes and looked at him with annoyance, “not her death. Her birth. There must be a reason why her sister was sent away.” He nodded his head and bowed then disappeared. I was called away.

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“It’s crazy.” I sat in disbelief on my bed, our bed. Chan ran into the room with grief news. “But it’s true. She was born from a different mother and that’s where the sister is.” I shook my head and my hands wiped my face, Chan’s eyebrows carefully moved to his emotions “but then why would the queen kill herself after?” He smacked his lips, “she raised y/n as her own. She couldn’t have children, or so she thought until she gave birth to Daniel. But the king bedded another woman secretly to have an heir.” I laid back into my bed and looked at the ceiling. “He sent away her sister to the mother to keep the affair quiet,” I concluded. Chan patted my chest and laid down with me. It was silent for a few moments until I sat up suddenly. “We have to find her.”

He looked at me like I was crazy. “There’s no way we could pull that off.” I licked my lips and chewed on the inside of my cheek. There is a way. “The king wants me to find a bride, I could say I’m searching for one.” But of course where would I even take her? I can’t take her here. It would have to be back at my home, my mansion. “Send word to my mother that I will be returning for a few days.” Chan exclaimed softly as his bright smile beamed and he patted my back, “we’re finally going home.”

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“Welcome back, Felix.” My mother held out her arms to me which I felt obligated to fall into. She rubbed my back softly and hummed, “it’s so good to see you.” I broke away and she cupped my cheeks, “how are you, lix?” I sighed and hung my head low, “I wish I could say better.” She paused and tried to lead me inside. “I have to do an errand before I enter, would you mind having the servants prepare my room?” It was an excuse not to talk about things, because I knew she would ask. She smiled and sent me off with a wave. I walked the streets alone, without Chan. I always loved walking down the market, watching couples and families enjoy themselves. I always wanted to do this with y/n.

I get a harsh shove into my right shoulder, a man apologizes without looking back. I rubbed my shoulder when I noticed a fabric dragging on the ground, from a woman covering her face. My fingertips brushed against it as it passed by me. It’s royal silk, a beautiful pink. How would a commoner have this? I watched the figure walk away silently, ducking her head down so as not to be noticed. I get curious and begin to follow behind her.

I easily got stopped and bumped into the crowd. I see her turn into a side street. Which I walked into at a distance. I’m standing in the middle, where she’s nowhere to be found. I turn to leave, and there she is. Standing in front of me with a dagger up to my face. “Y/n?” Her eyes squint and she looks me up and down, scanning me. “Who are you and why are you following me?”

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He doesn’t speak for a few moments. He’s speechless as his mouth is gaping a little open. “Well?” I stick the dagger closer to his neck. He clears his throat, “you look like someone I knew.” I scoffed and tilted my head, “y/n?” His eyes widen, I hear a shuffle behind me but I keep my eyes on him. He moves swiftly and fast, he grabs the dagger from his throat and swings it behind me. A man groans from behind me and he pulls me behind him. “We have to get out of here,” I cling onto his shoulder, “now.” I have no time to react as we start running in the opposite direction. He leads back into the crowd of the market.

He grabs my headpiece and wraps it around his shirt. “It’ll be better if we hide in plain sight.” I frown as I stare at him. “More like exposing myself,” my face is completely open and more of a target now. He unwraps his own waist piece and pulls it over my head, it’s soft but not silky. “The pink gives you away, royal silk is obvious.” I pause and stop in my tracks. “How’d you know it was royal silk?” He brings up my wrist as my jade bracelet dangles down my arm. “Just like this bracelet which is only for royals.” He drags me alongside him as the crowd starts to settle down. “I’ll walk you home, lead the way.”

“How do you know I have royal clothing?” He sighs as he pulls us out of the main streets. “I’m a royal too. Crown Prince Felix.” I remain blank. “Which is why I know the design of this.” He points to my jade bracelet, the engraving of it. “My wife, she had the same so I should be asking you. How do you have this?” I don’t say anything as I take a step back. “Hello, Yuna. Nice to meet my sister-in-law.”

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She sighs heavily and crosses her arms in disgust. “So you know who I am.” I analyze her clothing more closely. The beading on her dress was made with no flaws but now hanging off from the misuse. Her pinks and beiges collide perfectly with each other but blue strapped to her head make her look common. I lean against the wall on my shoulder, “it was obvious, you’re twins.” She rolls her eyes and looks away, I guide her chin to turn towards me gently. “You’re almost the same person,” I scan her face for any scars or moles that could depict that she’s different from y/n. But nothing. Her eyes engrave into mine, her lips the same shade of pink, eyes the same shape as hers. But she’s not her.

She snaps her chin out of my reach. “But we’re not,” she picks up her dress and begins to walk past me. I follow her as she leads the way. A man pops out in front of me and yells, “boo!” Chan pulls off his hood. Yuna jumps back a bit. “God, what’s wrong with you?” He laughs uproariously and I groan and shake my head in my hands. I hear her giggle a bit and he turns his attention to her. “Whoa, you found her?” Yuna raises an eyebrow and looks at me for confirmation, “you were looking for me?” I sigh heavily and nod, “wasn’t it obvious? I knew who you were.” She blanks her face out and walks away, while Chan and I exchange a look and follow.

A pair of children are playing in front of us and are throwing a ball. I see her body release from tension as she watches them as we approach. “I know my sister died,” it’s silent between us. She stops in her tracks and slowly spins to me. “But why does that have anything to do with me?” I bite the inside of my cheek, “it doesn’t. But I just wanted to know if it was true, that she had a twin sister.” She flexes her fists into a ball, “I heard you’re looking for a bride,” there’s anger in her voice. I walk past her with Chan by my side and she closely keeps up. After a couple moments, I mention, “I have no intention of marrying another woman, no one will ever replace her.”

I hear her footsteps stop in place. “Everyone's replaceable,” Chan and I turn, standing frozen, staring at her. Something about her eyes is so familiar, like I've looked into them before. Like they’re sad, on the verge of tears, like y/ns. It must be a twin thing. “I mean you shouldn’t live your life in the past, she wouldn’t want you to be alone forever.” The ball accidentally launches our way and the children run to us. They bump into her and I stop them. “Return the bracelet,” the children look at each other. She looks at me weirdly, “now.” The kids bow their heads and hand me the bracelet that they stole from Yuna. They immediately apologize and get on their knees. “It’s okay, stealing isn’t the answer.” I hand them a bag with coins from Chan, which they gladly accept.

They run off and I turn to Yuna, who is standing astonished. “You might want this back,” I walk to her silently, holding out her jade bracelet. She clings onto it tightly and pulls it onto her wrist. “You’ve helped me twice today,” my mind flashes back to y/n. Her voice in sync with my memory, “If you did have an intention of marrying, you would be a good husband.” The resemblance is too much. My eyes flash to her wrist, a mole in the exact spot. Her eyes drive into mine, she looks away, as if she realizes she said something she shouldn’t have. “It scares me how alike they are,” I whisper to Chan. She clears her throat harshly, “before I was interrupted… I was showing you to my place.” I nod my head as she sways past us, she takes a sharp turn which causes us to skip ahead.

“Don’t mind the mess,” she holds down a handle and the door creaks awfully open. She nods her head to enter, Chan begins to walk but she pushes him back by his chest. “Not you… him only.” Chan widens his eyes and scoffs at her, his head twists to me. I raise my head and shoo him away. “Just take a walk, get snacks or something.” He rolls his eyes and storms away. “I don’t really trust him,” she mumbled to herself as she walked inside. But it was clear to me. Why? What made her feel that way?

She led me to a room, one with a table on the floor and silk bedding. I presume it’s her room. The appearance of the outside is destroyed, but inside reveals a marvelous haven. There’s a shelf of books, books no ordinary girl would have. I reach out to grab one. “So my sister really did a number on you.” My hands freeze in motion and flutter to my side. “What do you mean by that?” She suddenly begins to cower, placing the pot on the table. “You’re the crown prince, by marriage right?” I sigh heavily and look at the seat in front of her. “I’m not really supposed to talk about it. It’s sort of illegal.”

I sit in front of her as she pours the liquid into a cup beside me. “What could I do? People don’t even know I exist.” She munches on the cookie next to her. “Technically I’m not the crown prince.” Her brows furrow as she sips on her drink, “you know of her death, correct?” She chokes on her drink. She pats her chest and gasps, she stutters, “yes I know she’s.. gone. But not how it happened.” I chew on the inside of my cheek, dreading to relive the moments and explain what happened.

“She died before I could marry her, the morning of to be exact. She was murdered and I wasn’t allowed to investigate.” Her eyes drop into sorrow, deep with understanding and remorse for me. “You came to look for me, was it because you wanted to know more about her?” I shook my head, “no. I just wanted to see if the rumors are true, some part of me wishes it was her. But you’re not your sister, and I won’t imply you are anymore.” It’s silent between us. She reaches for her drink and stares at me, “you’re not drinking your tea?” I had forgotten all about it. “No, I don’t drink tea anymore.” The painful reminder of y/n, how she tried to make the world go away by it. Yuna bites her bottom lip as if tempted to say a secret.

I decided to try to get more information about her. “Have you ever met her?” Her eyes dart up to mine, eyes wide and she licks her lips to bide time. To utter simple words, “no.” I narrowed my eyes, “You never wondered to meet her? Not a single drop of curiosity?” I simply don’t believe it when she shakes her head no. I sit back a bit and smile unconvincingly. I sigh heavily, “I wish I could be more to Daniel.” When I brought up his name, I saw a slight twinkle in her, a glimpse of pain. It was something no one would easily notice, but it’s my job to recognize things. “Your little brother in fact, he was so destroyed by everything. The queen mother died of a broken heart by the death of y/n. I couldn’t comfort him, I was grieving myself.” My eyes begin to water without me being able to control it.

Her hand reaches over the table and clings onto my arm. “I’m so sorry,” her thumb rubs against me softly. “I had no idea how much it affected everyone.” My hand rests on hers, “you didn’t know. It’s alright.” I blink back my tears and wipe my face. She suddenly gets up from in front of me and comes by my side. She crouches to my level. She grabs the cloth that I used to conceal her and brushes it across my tear streams. “I don’t want you to hurt, I want to take your pain away.” Her words hit me so deep, so close to my heart. I wish she were y/n, so I could hold her close and kiss her. To have her in my arms again and never let her go.

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His eyes slowly travel and wander into mine. “You can’t, only she can.” He slowly takes the cloth from my hands and into his lap. “You said I was like her, let me help you.” I cup my hands around his face, “treat me like I was her. Pretend I am her and let me handle the pain.” He furrows his brows confused and shakes his head, “why? You’re doing this because you pity me?” I frown and try my best to explain, “no, because you saved me and I want to repay you.” I lean in and admire him, his sun-kissed freckles and hazel eyes. Looking so deep into mine. “Just let go,” I feel his breath against my lips and inch my way slowly. Our lips don’t connect as he puts them against my neck and he groans, he pulls me away by my arms and just stares. Completely shocked and completely entranced.

He doesn’t wait to connect his lips again. He sighs as if he’s finally letting himself relax. He’s groping at my clothes and leading me into his lap. So hungry for comfort and love. He claws at my buttons and tries his best to softly undo them. It’s taking too long and my body is beginning to feel on fire. I could care less if he’s imagining my sister instead of me, I just want him. I break away from him and undo them myself, I try to lead him back but he pulls away. “Should we be doing this?” He’s out a breath already and salvaging his strength. I stand up and drag the dress down my shoulders, achingly slow. “I want this.” He shakes his head and his hands pull my dress back up. “I can’t do this,” he looks faint and white. He can’t shake that he knows that he’s been the only one to touch me. So, he couldn’t leave me impure and unwed. Even if it’s a secret.

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My head is spinning and I can’t look at her straight. Her face drops immediately and she turns away to readjust her dress. “I didn’t come here for this, I came to take you. And now that I’ve touched you, I have to take responsibility for you.” She seems to wipe her face, and breathes harshly. “Take me where?” I let silence overcome us until she realizes. And turns towards me angrily, “you want to take me to the palace? You’re out of your mind!” I try to reason with her and explain but she shushes me. Her hand rolls off her hair in disbelief, “explain to me why I should even bother to go. My own sister died in that place, she was murdered! And no one is allowed to investigate or even question what happened!” Her hands bang against the shelf, and she lays her head against it. “I will not go there just to be killed for existing. Just for my presence.”

I walk to her cautiously, my hand hovers over her skin. The skin I was touching so recklessly earlier. I lightly took her arm to face me, “you don’t have to go. But I want to make sure you’re taken care of, and since I’ve seen you in that way… I have to keep my duty and respect, and marry you.” She smiled lightly at the words. Her eyes stare at the contact, she shrugs her shoulders and looks up. “You have to ensure I won’t get hurt, that nothing will happen to me, if I say yes.” I nod my head and show her a sympathetic smile. “I want to take you to my home first.” Her eyebrow raises and her eyes crease, “to your home?”

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We arrive with Chan leading us. Her head is concealed and so am I. We walk inside and Chan looks around to see if the halls are clear. He instructs us to go and I grab a hold of her hand, rushing her into my room. “Make sure no one comes inside,” I whisper to Chan and order him to stand outside of the door. I turn and watch her wander around my room. She lets her hood slip down, “this is where you live, hm? Didn’t take it that you were a pampered little lord before royalty.” I smile awkwardly as she walks around the room, her hips sway as her dress follows her movements. Y/n always was graceful, her motions would flutter my heart and she was truly beautiful. She had such a way with her movements, a performer.

I grabbed the box from the table beside my bed, containing the matching wedding ring to mine. She noticed me standing awkwardly and walked to me. I made no action or effort to explain as I slipped the ring on her fingers. “It’s beautiful,” she admired the crystals. Blue and white diamonds. It fit perfectly as it slid on like butter. Looking just as it was on y/n. I walked away to face a nightmare awaiting me.

“Felix?” I snapped to the balcony, where Daniel is standing with tears and distraught. He begins to sob and runs to Yuna. “You’re alive!” He jumps into her legs, screaming with joy but she pushes him away. Pushes him so harshly that he falls to the ground. He falls with a thump and looks up at her, “y/n?” The scene hurts my heartstrings, and I can’t move, can’t explain. He scans her from head to toe. “It’s me- Daniel. Don’t you remember?” Her head hangs low and she tries to help him up. He crawls away from her, shaking his head. My legs finally move and I get him up from the floor. “Why are you doing this?” His eyes begin to tear up again and his bottom lip trembles. “I don’t know you-“ her voice breaks as she backs away. Her hand clings to her chest as she breathes hard. “How could you say that? I’m your brother, your little brother!”

He stomps his foot down and reaches out his hand, holding a book. “You would read this to me, every night you would read to me.” Her bottom lip is trapped between her lips. “Don’t pretend you don’t know me-“ Tears begin to flow down his cheeks. But she stands just staring at him, nothing behind her eyes. He drops the book at her feet, “I wish you didn’t come back, I wish you stayed dead.” I stared at Daniel as he said those words, it seemed to shatter something inside Yuna. She falls backwards onto the bed and Daniel runs out of the room. Chan runs inside and I yell to run after him.

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Yuna wouldn’t speak to me after that. She didn’t eat for the rest of the day and Chan drew her a bath to soothe her. But when he tried to encourage her, she sent him away. She just sat on my bed, staring into oblivion. “Yuna, I’m going to take you to the bath.” She didn’t look at me as I picked her up into my arms. I walked her to the bath and tried to tell her to get in. “Please,” I begged and she finally looked at me. I turned away as she undressed and went in. The bath was built into the floor and was filled with aromas and petals. I turned once she was inside and scrubbed her back. She wouldn’t move and I tried my best to help her.

I put her to bed but she dressed herself. I made sure she would. She turned away from me in the bed. “Yuna, tell me what’s wrong.” A tear slid down her cheek and she broke out into sobs. She cradled the blanket into her chest. I rubbed her shoulder which caused her sleeve to fall down. I noticed a burn on her lower neck which was not there before. Then I noticed she stopped moving. “Yuna?” I shook her but she didn’t move. I rolled her to face me and she wasn’t responding. I yelled out to Chan to get help. No, no. This can’t happen again. I carried her in my arms and ran out with no regard for who would see her. Servants followed behind me and I couldn’t shake off their faces, their fear. I ran to the doctor’s quarters and placed her on the bed.

I ordered him to help her and he immediately ran to work. “Poison,” he muttered and my skin wanted to scream. It burned and ached and my heart began to lose its beats. I forgot how to breathe and the walls began to close in. My vision began to get dark as I clutched her hand. “Felix,” the doctor tried to call my attention. I blocked him out of my mind and focused only on her. The marking on her neck worsened and then a shine hit my eye. I pulled her sleeve to reveal a needle sticking from the hem, dripping was her blood mixed with a green substance and I knew it was placed on purpose. Chan ran in behind me and yanked me out of the way. He led me out of the room and in the hall. “Where were you?!” I roared at Chan and he stood speechless. “Where were you when this happened?” He rubbed his face with the palm of his hand, that’s when I noticed it. A marking the same as Yuna’s.

My eyes narrowed at him and I faced the wall to hide my realization. “I don’t really trust him,” Yuna’s voice rings my head. It finally clicked for me, all of this. Y/n’s death, her assassination, the poisoned needle in Yuna’s clothes. Chan had just as much authority as me to enter and escape secretly. Just as much power to kill. But why? Why would he do this? I punched the wall and yelled. My father, it’s the only reason. He may be dead but his business will live on. He wanted to train me as an assassin. He wanted to gain control of me. What better way to do that by manipulating and controlling my closest advisor? Chan, what a traitor. You killed y/n. Didn’t you? And I won’t let you get away with it.

The doctor comes out and immediately brings me back to the situation. “We’re going to need an antidote immediately. She’ll die without it.” We don’t have the resources here to look for one or create one. I have to get her out of here. “Quickly get a carriage ready to the palace,” I ordered and everyone scrambled to hurry. I stayed by her side the whole way and she was struggling to breathe and clenched her hand against mine. I tried to calm her and tell her she’ll be okay. Her neck had begun to turn green and swell. I recognize this. Of course, it’s my father’s poison. I’ve never seen it but I’ve heard of its effects. As soon as we arrived, I recited the antidote to the royal doctor and he immediately injected the serum into her.

Her chest began to rise and fall normally. The swelling went down and the green disappeared. I sighed in relief and ordered everyone to leave the room. I sat alone next to her, holding her hand and crying. Her eyes opened with a flick and she mumbled a light, “Felix?” I gasped in delight and shushed her. I gripped her hand and kissed it. “You’re okay, thank god.” I whimpered with my head down. Shaking my head back and forth. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you died.” My voice is breaking and sounding pathetic, but I could care less. “I wouldn’t leave you again.” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Again? “I wouldn’t dare die on you again. I just got you back.” Got me back? “Sleep, get some rest.” That’s all I told her and tried to push away the mumbles.

She pulled me back in. “Don’t you see me, lix?” Her hand brushes on my cheek, pulls me and whispers, “it’s me, lixie.” My tears continue to flow down my cheeks while I stare at her. “You’re not in the right mind-” she cut me off. “I love you.” My heart drops and I shudder away from her touch. This is too much, all I can think of is y/n. “Stop.” I tremble onto my feet and she falls asleep. My head cannot handle this. I don’t know what to think and just leave. Is it true? Is all of it true?

~~~

I wake up with my head pounding and the room is dark. So very dark. My vision clears up and I realize I’m back in Felix’s room. I turn to see Felix in the corner. Huddled up in a ball on a seat. He notices I’m awake and sits up quickly. He clears his throat as I sit up too. “God, what happened?” He hands me a cup of water and I swallow it whole. “You were poisoned.” My mouth gapes open and my mind flashes to last night. “You were out for a couple days.” I begin to feel my blood rush to my head as I want to scream out. My palm rushes to my head to try to ease my headache. I’m trying to remember the lost time when he blurts out unbelievable words. “I won’t marry you.” My eyes dart towards his direction. “What are you talking about? You won’t marry me?”

He stands up angrily and crosses his arms. “I won’t marry you. I’m sending you back.” My eyes water and I try to blink them back. “But why? Is it because of the poisoning? Did I do something wrong?” He doesn’t face me now and his arms drop to his side. “No,” he says simply as if he doesn’t owe me an explanation. “Is it because of my sister?” He turns in fury to me. “You almost died!” My chest rises up and down heavily. I get up from the bed. “But I’m not! You can’t blame me and punish me for something that I had no control over!” His fists tightened, “and no one should blame me for not knowing who killed y/n!” I take a step back, “what?” I say in disbelief and almost breathless.

“I won’t let you die in vain, not like she did. I can’t let this happen.” I scoffed, “she didn’t die in vain. I know that because she wanted to be happy and she was. And you have to trust that the person who killed her will eventually be revealed.” His expression changes heavily, as if something had clicked in his mind. He takes small steps closer to me. “You claimed you didn’t know her, and as you said she wanted to be happy, as if you did meet her.” My expression goes blank. “I do know her killer will be revealed,” he sets his hands on my shoulders and leans into my ear, “because..” His words are a husky whisper in my ear. “You know who killed your sister. Because it was you at the beginning, y/n.”

~~~

I caught her, so perfect in a lie. She steps back while shaking her head, fear in her eyes. “You switched places with her.” Her hand clasped over her mouth, concealing a cry of realization. She is starting to hyperventilate, and she clings to her chest. “Please- let me explain.” I give her no chance, and approach her, “you let me think you died! Do you know the pain I went through?!” She sobs loudly now and closes her eyes. I shake my head and my hands clench into a fist. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Her words are broken and full of heartbreak. She tries to calm herself down and explain, but I turn away.

“I switched places with her because I wanted her to experience being a princess and to be truly loved at least once… I wasn’t expecting her to die that day.” I snapped my head, “She said she loved me, as she lay dying in my hands.” I was screaming internally. Why? Why would she play with me like that? “She chose not to break her cover… for me.” She got on her knees in front of me, “please believe me. I had to keep playing like her, I couldn’t live in that place anymore.” I begin to tremble as I drop down too, “you couldn’t be with me? Be happy with me?! I would’ve treasured you and cared for you!” She breaks down even more and reaches for me. I reject her touch, “if you would’ve given me the chance. I would’ve made you happy.”

“Please, Felix. I’m still me!” A stray tear falls down my cheek and I struggle to swallow. “Felix, look at me!” She latches onto me and forces my head to her. “It’s me! Your y/n, your wife!” She rubs my cheek as she tries to soothe me, but it doesn’t. My heart feels as if it’s breaking. “You broke my heart, broke everyone’s heart. Daniel is suffering as much as me. And you think I can just forget that?” I bite my lip and hesitantly pry off her hands from me. “I can’t,” I walked away from her and out the door. I stood outside the door, holding it close and listening to her cries and pleas. It’s for the best.

~

I knocked on the door the next morning with maids following behind me. Y/n… She was sitting on the bed waiting. “Pack up her stuff and get her ready to travel.” She gasps in disbelief and stands up. “Leave us!” She says with such intensity the maids jump back. I nod at them to leave and they do. “Asshole!” I furrow my brows in confusion. She throws a pillow at me. Then a blanket. Then her shoes. All while yelling incoherent insults. Then she pushes me onto the bed while slapping and kicking me. Getting all her anger out. “How dare you try to send me away! I’m your wife. I love you and I want to be with you! I will not let you reject me!” I start to laugh, a real laugh. She stops in her tracks with a pillow above her head. She begins to giggle and smile when she notices I find her amusing.

“You’re hilarious,” she frowns and crosses her arms. “I’m supposed to be intimidating.” I sigh and she backs down and sits next to me on the bed. “Are you really gonna send me away?” She blinks at me with such hope in her eyes. “Give me a reason why I shouldn't.” She raises her shoulders at me in disbelief, “did you not hear my whole speech right now?” I smile and sit up. “What do I get out of this?” She throws the pillow at my head and tackles me. “A loving wife who listens to you!” I laugh again and watch her. She rests herself in my lap and it makes me anxious. She notices and gets self conscious too. “Are you not okay with this?” I look to the side, avoiding her gaze. I know I can’t say no to her, and she knows it too.

“Look at me,” she pulls my chin to her. “It’s me, lixie. Just as before.” Her hair is messy from all her playfulness. Her clothing is a beautiful shade of pink and hanging off her shoulders, her beautiful skin. So soft and smells of roses. Her beauty is unmatched and looks even more in this setting. Just us together. “You want to know what you get out of this?” I make eye contact with her and already know what she’s going to do. She begins to untie her dress and lets it slip off. I close my eyes and shutter when I feel her clothing slip down my legs and onto the floor.

~~~

He can’t avoid this. You won’t let him. You place his hands on your breasts and he gasps. “My god-” He whispers to himself and he can’t resist as his eyes open. He practically devours you with his gaze. “This is what married people do,” you begin to rock your hips against his covered length. He bites his bottom lip and whimpers. “The best part…” you begin to moan which causes him to get more comfortable. He lets out a sigh of relief, “making love.” He sits up and attaches his lips to your chest. Slowly traveling across your skin with wet kisses and getting to your breasts. You let out a moan of pleasure so loud, you feel almost embarrassed. Almost. But not enough to stop your hunger.

You yank his hair up so you can press your lips to him. He moans in your mouth and the feeling is incredible. Finally, After so long. You moan into his mouth and his hips push up into you, needing more. He grabs your hips and pushes you under. He begins to strip off his clothes with no regard. You take the opportunity to get more comfortable and drag yourself onto the pillows and under the sheets. “Come here,” he whispers and leaps next to you. You giggle and attach your lips again. He slowly thrusts inside you which causes you both to moan out loud. “Fuck, fuck,” he mumbles softly against your lips. “God, you feel so good.” He can’t help but snap up into you.

You moan breathlessly as he begins to take a rhythm. He stares into your eyes, so lustful and lovingly. He leans next to your ear, “my little princess huh?” His hand sneaks to your breast, pinches your nipple gently. “Thinking you could just get away with it?” He pinches it mercifully which causes you to whimper, “imma show you all that you missed.” His hand lets go off your nipple and gains a new target. His thumb circles your clit which causes you to let out a scream like moan. He starts to speed up his movements when you get more loud. You feel as if you could cry as your moans turn into whimpers. “Is my wife too fucked out, hm? Can’t take it?” Your body begins to twitch as you grip his arm. “Fuck, Lix. Just make me finish!” He laughs satisfactorily in your ear and licks it teasingly.

He covers your mouth as you get louder. “I love your noises but we don’t want anyone to interfere.” You roll your eyes as you feel the build up slowly being released. Your body snaps and it all let go, making you tremble and let out a final moan. He pulls out and watches the liquid fall out of you. He smirks at his masterpiece and pulls away but you grip his length. He winces and stares at you. You rub up and down his length, “I want you to finish inside me.” You place it at your entrance and he chokes down a smile. “Just can’t help yourself huh? Want my babies too?” He re enters and you whimper at the overstimulation. “I do, Lixie. I want your babies.”

He practically finishes at your words. It was so sudden, you laughed shocked. He moaned in your ear which made the butterflies in your tummy appear. “That easy huh?” You teased him and he laughed as he flopped on his side. He pulled you into his chest and held you tight. “I’m never gonna let you go again.” You smiled and drew hearts on his chest, “and I’m never gonna leave.” He clears his throat, “this might be a bad time but..” You look up at him. “I know who killed your sister.” I sit up confused. “Don’t worry, I took care of it already.” I blink at him blankly. “Why do you think Chan hasn’t been around?”

~~~

A/n: Thanks so much for the kind comments and waiting so long for this storyyy. But this isn’t the end. What if I told you they met again in another life? Well that story is for another day so.. Stay Tuned for “Mama’s boy!”

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Who should I write about next?

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The First Victor

Genre: Friends to lovers, lovers to enemies, enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies(lol😭), time set around a half-year after he returns to the capitol.

Warnings: Cursing, kissing (make outs), violence (fights), manipulation, hickeys, groping, fingering, oral sex (fem rec.), unprotected sex, violent sex(BIG WARNING), kidnapping, death☠️

Pairing: young Coriolanus Snow x female reader (Not really all romance tho), reader is older (cougar shit).

W.C: 20k?

A/N: I have been obsessed with the Hunger games for a while and realized I haven't ever done a story for it, so here you go. Suggest knowing about the ballad of songbirds and snakes before reading.

There is never a thing as pure evil or good. Everyone and everything has a little good or bad in them. It's how the world works, how it is. In the constant battle of Capitol and districts, you could get mixed up. But would it be fair to be called a traitor, if you were simply surviving? You question yourself constantly. How did you get here?

No one has ever known your story, or were too scared to find out about it. You were picked out as a monster, but you were just trying to survive. Someone had to do it, be the first, to become the first victor Panem ever knew. You set the boundaries and what the next line of tributes would do. Just because you won, one would look at you and they acknowledge you as pure evil, so be it. You didn't care about labels and such, you just wanted to be free, and free you will be.

~~

11 years ago

"Dr. Gaul, you have to read this assignment," a worker hands her a sheet of paper. She sits down with paper in hand and begins to read, her lips slowly turn up into a terrifying smile as she laughs and laughs. Her voice echoing throughout the room, "this is exactly what Panem needs, that those districts deserve." She turns to a newly created form of protection, the peacekeepers. "Go find Casca Highbottom."

She introduced this proposal to her higher ups and they agreed that it was perfect. She named Casca Highbottom the creator of the games and deemed on that day that they will start these battles, taking thought of how they will get them to fight. They came out with ideas of planting chips into their head to increase the frequencies to force them to fight, but they came out with starving them. To make them so hungry and bribe them if they fight, they will be fed and never have to go hungry again. And then all they needed was a name, these so-called Hunger Games.

But Dr. Gaul had to insure that these games would work, she needed to make sure there would be a victor. She decided to look into her favorite district, district 2. To look for a perfect victor and so she did, she found you. Y/n, 15 years old, trained since 3 years old. They had cameras all over district 2, cameras that see everything. She saw how you trained day and night, through rain and shine. How you defeated anyone that dared to go against you. But she noticed one important thing, you were immune to feeling, To love, happiness, fear, anything. "She's perfect," she watched you so carefully until she made her choice to have you escorted to her lab.

~

You stood before this bizzare woman, "What is this? You're interrupting my training time." She smiled gleefully as she brought her hands up to her face, "You're quite brave, aren't you?" She said more as a statement than a question. You looked at her curiously as the lab was filled with weird empty tanks, also 'weak people' you observed. She steps closer to you, "You're exactly what I need." You tilt your head at her, emotionless, "And what exactly do you need from me?" She laughs, so evil and cunning it creates goosebumps on your skin. "You'll find out," you feel a sharp prick on the side of your neck and turn to see a man in white behind you. But you couldn't fight back as your body becomes motionless and hazy.

You wake up in a small room, not even a room, a cage. Your vision steadies and you begin to freak out. Your hands tied down and you attempt to break out of it, but your body doesn't move. "You're awake," the bizzare woman again appears in front of you. "You're probably wondering why you're here, why you're tied up like this. I just had to ensure that it was working." You blink multiple times at her, "What is?" ~~~

You await your doom, the games that are waiting for you. You think back on your childhood, your father who was relentless on you. He was determined to make you a weapon, that would protect him and keep him safe. ~ "Get up," your father stared down at you, disappointment in his eyes after you failed to grip the pole above. "Please papa, I'm tired." He struck you at your words, you whined as the sting made a tear fall down your cheek. "I will not have a lazy daughter, get up and do it again." ~

That day you sucked it all up, and you made a vow to yourself. You would kill that man one day, although you loved him, you hated him more. For him making you into the soulless monster you are today, cursed to never feel anything ever again. But now you really are that, just an empty person who can never feel anything, thanks to Dr. Gaul.

You hear a dangling of keys coming towards you, you know it's her. "Hello, y/n. How are you today?" You stare at her in your position from a make-shift bed. She slides your meal for the day through a shaft in the cage as you look at it in disgust. "Feeling nervous about the games?" You snap at her, “I don’t want to be apart of these, these wretched games you've planned! I want to go home!” Your voice echoes throughout her office at your burst of words.

"For what exactly? Hm, do tell me," she stares at you waiting for your response. "Exactly, you can't tell me because there's nothing left for you there. But here, i'm giving you a purpose." You scoff at her, "And what purpose is that? To be a lab rat for the rest of my life?" She waves her finger and tsks, "No, I plan on making you a victor."

~~~

"I don't understand what's so special about me, why me?" You asked Dr. Gaul while eating your dinner. "You have something about you, you seem to only feel one thing. Anger, and nothing else." You chew silently on the mysterious meat she provided to you. "Why is that, y/n?" You swallowed as you thought of a way to tell her, describe your experience. "I had a uh, harsh childhood, ever since I could walk. My father has trained me to be a weapon, his reason was to protect him." She nods her head unconvinced, "Do you believe that's why he did it?"

You shake your head no, "it was just to put me through hell, he never wanted me, I knew it. He blamed me for my mother's death. He hated me and I hated him. That's why I don't have certain emotions, I never knew what they were, just knew anger all my life. That's why I killed him." She smiles as if that's exactly what she wanted to hear, "the weapon he designed to protect him, ended up killing him in the end." But anything you said couldn't stop what was coming for you. The games were set in stone for you, and you had to play.

~~

You were placed in a black van, isolated as you were escorted to the games. You could've easily escaped but something in you didn't, that didn't dare even take a step in the wrong direction. Dr. Gaul called it an arena the place you were heading, that you had to fight to the death in. You have no idea what Dr. Gaul did to you that day she took you, all you know is that you woke up with pricked-holes all over your body. Like a bee would leave.

The vehicle came to a stop and the doors rushed open, peacekeepers came in to retrieve you immediately. Grabbing you by your arms and forcing you onto your feet. They dragged you into a room, with only two ways to come out, they way you came in and through a door in front of you. There's a screen next to the door and it powers on, Dr. Gaul appears.

"Welcome to the first ever Hunger games, you were selected to fight in this arena. In this arena you will fight to the death against 23 tributes besides yourself. We've had you starved for 4 days, at this rate, hunger is the best motivation to kill. The last one standing will be awarded riches like you couldn't imagine, your life. Now, with that being said, let the Hunger Games begin."

There's a buzz and the door swings open, revealing a lit up room. You take a few steps out the door, observing your surroundings. Waiting for anyone threatening to approach. You see all 23 tributes stepped just merely inches from the door, no aggression visible on any of their faces. You turn to the person standing closest to you, a girl, barely the age of 13. You feel your heart begin to ache as you notice the stream of tears running down her face. You notice in the center there's a table of weapons. You immediately run to it as a few others follow your moves, you grab a knife and a bow with a few arrows.

You look around for the girl you saw earlier and find her shaking against the wall. You watch for others trying to sneak up on you but find none. The others fight each other, begging each other to back down. You notice a tall guy starts charging at the girl with a spear and your instinct is to run after him. But you stop as you grab your bow and aim it at his running figure. You let the arrow slip through your fingers and it lands, right through his heart.

The girl stares in fear as some blood splatters onto her face. She wipes it slowly off her cheek as your focus changes. An olive-skinned man approaching you quickly with an axe, you take another arrow into your bow and plant it into his forehead. His body collapses a few feet away from you. You begin to aim for the men, shooting arrow after arrow at them. Their bodies fall quickly to the ground each time. Leaving mostly only girls left for you to kill.

You turn and don't see the girl in her original position. You're distracted looking for her and don't notice the man coming at you. He tackles you and you drop your bow. You kick him off of you but he manages to pin you under him, his hands gripping your neck choking you. You reach for anything besides you and find a rock, you grip it quickly and smack it on his head. He screams out and loosens his grip just enough for you to overpower him. You take your knife in your pocket and stab it into his chest but he still is strong. You reach his neck and twist it so incorrectly, so wrong, it leaves a bone-cracking sound and he goes motionless. His body lands next to you and you try to catch your breath.

You get up slowly and see all the bodies scattered on the floor, most of them done by you. You see the remainder of everyone, a man and 2 girls. You don't recognize the girl from earlier in any of the bodies on the floor. You begin to search for her as the others are busy fighting each other. You pick up your bow and arrows and run looking for her. You find her hiding near a couple bodies, craddled up into a ball. You walk slowl to her as she sees you now, "please don't hurt me!" She whimpers as she gets up in a defensive position. You shake your head and drop your bow, "I'm not gonna hurt you." Her eyes widen as she looks as something behind you, "watch out!"

You get tackled again, this time you fight back harder, kicking and punching. It's a man and he uses all his strength. But speed is more important than strength in this game. He grabs you and tosses you aside as he reaches for the girl. She runs away as you grab your bow and swiftly put in an arrow in it. He grabs the girl and holds her close, a dagger to her neck, the one you had. "Don't, or I'll cut her throat." This feeling, fear, love, you care for this girl. You don't know why, but you know you hate this feeling. You smirk, you don't have control over your body anymore as you let the arrow go, right through her heart.

He looks at you in shock as you load another arrow quickly and plunge it through his heart. You drop the bow, as you have control now again. Your body begins to shake when you've realized what you've done. The blood that's on you and on your hands. Before you can process what you've done, you hear a voice. "Congratulations, we have a winner!" Dr. Gaul, you know this voice anywhere. A peacekeeper walks towards you and knocks you out with a mist, black is all you can see.

~~

“Congratulations,” you’re startled awake by this taunting, dreadful voice. “You’ve become the first ever victor of the hunger games.” You look around and realize, you’re still in the cage. “No, no, no! Let me out!” You bang into the cage where she’s standing, you kick and shake the cage in attempt to escape. She stands emotionless watching you struggle, tears flowing down your cheeks, “You promised!” She smiles and leans in closer to you as your tantrum tires down. “I promised your life, and alive you still are,” she says in a singsongy tone.

You shake your head no as you back away, “I want out of here,” you say more calmly. She tilts her head like as if she’s thinking about it. Then you see her face light up, “once you’ve proven yourself that you’ll change the Capitol for good, I’ll let you out. But until that happens, you’ll stay in here.” She walks away, her sentence taunting you for hours and hours into days into months. Then into years. Stuck trying to figure a way that you can prove yourself, that you would change the capitol in a way that would help. And you will.

10 years later..

You’ve grown accustomed to this cage you now call your home, you’ve tried everything to convince Dr. Gaul to let you go. But you’ve given up, nothing could change this fate. Or so you thought. Not until a tall, white-blonde haired man approached you. You scrambled away from him when he came close to your cage. He leaned down, hands on his knees, sitting on his heals comfortably.

“I won’t hurt you,” he spoke softly, you scoff as you bring your head up. “That’s what they all say,” it’s been so long since you’ve heard your own voice. Since you’ve heard someone’s else’s besides Dr. Gaul. “I’m Coriolanus Snow, and you are?” You sit up against the wall and brush your hair out of your face, “Y/n.” You can see in his head something clicked, like he connected the dots. “y/n, the first victor of the games!” You nod your head not amused, hating that title that everyone knows you from.

“You’re a legend, you had the first kill and the most kills ever in the games.. you set the rules.” You look at him fully, actually looking right at him, into his eyes. “A legend? I’m a monster.” He shakes his head and his eyes soften, “no you’re not.. I understand you, you were trying to survive, like everyone else. And you did. In my eyes that’s the most impressive thing.” You breathe heavily, “you’re trying to make me like you. It’s not working.” He smiles and you recognize him.

“I know you, you’re a mentor in the games. District 12 right?” His eyebrows crease and his jaw goes tight, “I know one of the mentors too, Sejanus. He’s from my district and his dad was friends with mine.” If only he knew the history you had with Sejanus, he was your first kiss. He ignored your comment about Sejanus, “I didn’t know you watch the games.” You sigh, "I always watch the games contrary to everyone's beliefs.. I think it helps, knowing i'm not the only one who went through that." He sits all the way down, his legs crossed neatly in front of himself. “I don’t.. I don’t what to do. My girl- tribute, Lucy Gray, I don’t want her to die.” You move closer to him, your hand gripping the cage, “then do what you can, help her, even though she’s in there and you’re here. There’s lots of ways to ensure her survival.”

He nods his head as you see tears developing in his eyes. “Be strong, Coriolanus Snow. You have your whole life ahead of you.” He wipes his cheek, avoiding looking you in the eyes while his tears drip. You crease your eyebrows together as you realize, “just how old are you?” He sniffles and responds, “18.” You bite your inner cheek and nod your head, he sighs. “How old are you? You were like 15 in the games right?” You breathe heavily and pursue your lips up, “I’m 24 now, about to turn 25.” His eyes deepen with pity.

“Why are you in here? I thought you would’ve gone back home.” You laugh mockingly at his words, “I wouldn’t chose to be here, living with enemy that forced me into the games. I have to thank Dr. Gaul for that, I’m her little lab rat.” He looks at you confused, visibly asking ‘why would she do that?’ “Why are you here?” You ask in the middle of the moment, he clears his throat, “I had to get stitched up, just wanted to wander a bit before I went back home.” You stared at him, bored at his answer, but he asks a sudden question.

“Why are you in here?” “I already answered you,” he cuts off your sentence. “No, why are you here. Why haven’t you escaped or been set free?” You chewed on the inside of your cheek, getting ready to tell him. “Dr. Gaul says I have to prove myself. Prove that I’d be good to the Capitol and make a magical change to it, whatever that means.” He nods in understanding, “why don’t you try to do something to establish the difference between the Capitol and the districts?” You sighed, “I don’t know how I would do that, how I would even start.”

It goes silent and you break it, “well I think it’s time you’ve leave , it’s quite late.” He nods his head and stands up quickly, he turns to leave but stops. “I’ll come back for you,” you shake your head and fidget with your hands. “What for?” You analyzed his outfit, a red university uniform. “To get you out of here.” And with that, he leaves. If only he knew how much those words meant to you, you were counting on it. You watched the games from your cage, secretly rooting for Lucy gray and him to win. And when she did, you were so happy, because if she won. You knew he wouldn’t forget about you, that you encouraged him and he succeeded.

But. He didn’t come for you. You waited and waited, and knew. He wasn’t coming to save you. You made excuses for him, saying it was too hard to sneak back into the office. Or that he was busy with university life or the hunger games stuff. But after 3 months passed you gave up waiting for him. So you decided to save yourself, but you had to think of how. What will change the future of the Capitol for good. Then it hit you.

~ “why don’t you try it on, hm?” The friendly store clerk told you as she showed you the pretty floral dress. You smiled as you reached out to grab it, but your father stepped in. He smacked you silly and you dragged you out of the store. “You are not meant to wear those things! You are not your mother!” ~

Fashion. That’s what the Capitol needs, a way to distinguish themselves from the districts. To show their rich and powerful history, to make them noticeably better and extravagant. This is exactly what you need, to change your fate. The next time you say Dr. Gaul, you pitched your idea to her. And she gladly accepted. “I’m so proud of you, you found a way to make the nation better.”

By nation she meant only by the Capitol. She swung the door open and you stepped out slowly. Freedom, at last. She escorted you to a room near her office, much more spacious than that tiny cage. “You can work here and I’ll arrange for you to have a house to your liking. Walkable distance of course, can’t have you late to your own invention.” You turned to her in disbelief, “and I can make my own rules right?” She crossed her arms and nodded, “except if you’re slacking off, I will not hesitate to put you back in that cage.”

She walks off with a smirk and you stand in the big empty room. You feel tears of joy slip down your cheeks and are startled by it. You haven’t felt this feeling in so long. You get started immediately with Dr. Gauls permission. “You can have these 3 workers to help you getting started.” She handed you a key which was for your house. It was empty besides the necessities it had. You didn’t spend a lot of time there because you were always working with your 3 workers. You tried asking for their names but all didn’t respond, in fact they never spoke, you wondered why. You sent them out for errands while you sketched ideas out.

In the Olden days, they used to wear long silky gowns. With elegant beads and sparkles all on them. But you have an idea to incorporate animals and nature objects along with the designs. Feathers and twigs came along in your head. So came your first design, a peacock dress. The bottom would be fluffed out and long, like a peacocks feathers would be. You designed it exactly the design and color a peacock would be. You made wings made from branches and polished it in gold to give off a luxurious effect and attached it to the back of the dress.

Once completed you added real feathers to the model you set up, it looked perfect. Something unique and could only be capitol designed. And you decided you needed a signature for the designs you do, you heard that mockingjays were created from a bird called Jabberjays that Dr. Gaul created. You decided it was perfect for your image. You created a mockingjay carrying an arrow, which was what you used in the arena, for your first kill. It was perfect as you created a pin to set on your new design.

“Well this is, something.” Dr. Gaul commented on your design. “I thought it was quite fitting for capitol image, something the districts could never have.” She nods her head as she analyses your work. “Good work, y/n. I expect more designs soon and for you to start actually selling them.” You smile at her backhanded compliment but a compliment is a compliment. “I’ll be having my assistant come later to pick up more designs you have!” She announces as you walk away.

You get straight to work, searching for your other designs and starting on a new one. You stood up and stared at the dress you made. Writing down ideas for the next dress. You got so caught up in your work, you didn’t realize the door had opened. You turned to see who it was, your heart froze. Coriolanus snow.

~

You stepped back from him, you didn’t know why but you were scared. “Y/n,” his voice echoed throughout the empty room. “You’re- here? Out of the cage?” You frowned, “yeah because someone didn’t come back for me.” You spoke through your teeth, making the words come out harsher. He sighed, “I was caught up.. in capitol business.” You showed no interest, no care in his words. “Business, right. Well I have my own business to attend to so here.”

You hand him the designs you have to get him out of your sight. “You look good,” he blurts out. You scoff in disgust and roll your eyes, “you have no right to say that to me.” His mouth opens slightly and his eyes twinkle playfully, “why can’t I? I can’t point out a beautiful women?” You shake your head and sit at your desk, beginning to sketch a new design. He takes this as a liberty to wander around your work space. “So you took my advice, huh?” Who the hell does he think he is?

“Your advice?” You spit out while not losing your focus. “Mhm,” he responds while analyzing your designs. “To distinguish the Capitol from the districts, I’m guessing that’s how got you out of the cage.” You stop sketching and pause, “are you trying to say you’re the reason I got out?” You make eye contact with him, for the first time since he’s been here. He approaches you slowly with his hands in his pockets. “I also talked to her saying that it’s not productive to have a victor like you confined to a cell when you could do so much more.”

You hate to admit it but here goes, “okay, fine. So you helped me out of the cage, but it was my idea to create this new era of fashion. This is what really got me out.” He smirks as he leans on the desk next to you, “and it’s amazing by the way.” You blink multiple times at him, he’s different. More confident in himself, not the fearful boy he was when he appeared, hair slicked back and not a curly mess on his forehead. Clothing of rich material and not the ripped and teared clothing. “You know,” he breaks your trance of checking him out.

“You seem to be more capitol than district, you act like one of us now. Living with the enemy and all.” His comment makes you smile, trying to ease the tension between you two. “I’ll always be district, it’s where I come from and nothing can change that.” His face drops when you finish your sentence, he clears his throat and stands up. “I have to go now, she’ll be expecting these,” he motions to the designs. You nod your head and try to get back into your work, “if she hates them, try to convince her it’s good. Since you’re good at that.”

You hear him laugh softly as he walks away from the doorway into the hallway. You sit back and stare at the lightly drawn on paper in front of you. You begin to sketch a man, similar figure to his. Designing an outfit a man would wear but your brain gets fuzzy. You decide to take the rest of the day off and walk down the shopping center they have. To get your creative juices flowing. The displays in front of the stores are bleak and in need of major color. Greys, blacks and whites of uniforms taunt your eyes.

But one thing catches your eye, a mask on a mannequin. It sparks something in you as you write it down quickly in your sketch book. You turn to head back to your office when you bump into a woman. “Oh my, I’m so sorry,” her voice is soft and sweet like honey. Her colorful appearance and shiny white-blonde hair catches your eye. You analyze her stunning appearance, while she speaks to you, “aren’t you y/n? The designer who made that peacock dress?”

Dr. Gaul has introduced you to other fashion shop owners, show them your sketch of the peacock dress you designed. You smile, you’ve felt as if you just met an equal, a woman of worth in this harsh country. “Yes, that’s me.” Her face beams up, “I love your work so much! Ugh, the color and inspiration of the wings was so inspiring. Are you thinking of opening a boutique?” You bite your bottom lip as an idea pops into your head, “I’ve been looking for an apprentice, and I think you’ll be perfect. Won’t you consider it?” You write down the number from your office onto your sketchbook and rip it off and hand it to her.

She takes it eagerly and smiles, “I’ll definitely call you.” You laugh softly and tilt your head, “I didn’t get your name. What is it?” She sighs happily, “I’m Tigris, Tigris Snow.”

~~~~~

Snow. As in Coriolanus Snow? You thought about it all the way back to the office. You sat down at your desk and just stared at your desk for an hour. Did you run into a sister or a cousin of his? Your intense thinking is interrupted by a phone call and you know it’s her. She asked all the important questions, how much the pay, how much hours and work to put in, in the end she was convinced and accepted your request. You hung up the call and Dr. Gaul entered.

“I was very amazed of your designs and just when exactly will i see in person?” You smile blankly at her, “when they’re ready.” She nodded her head with a half smile, “follow me, I need to show you something.” You stood up immediately and followed after her. She took you into a dark room, with a circle table in the middle. Standing in there was Coriolanus. He smiled at you when you walked in, and you did a little nod to acknowledge him.

“So the reason I’ve brought you here today is I think you’re worthy enough to discuss the future of the games.” Your heart drops, no way she would think you would be okay with doing this. “Let’s get started, Mr. Snow do you have any ideas?” He nods his head, “I think we need to have something in the districts to have them watch the games. Like a big screen that showcases it and make it mandatory.” She nods her head happily at the suggestion and then turns to you.

“Do you have anything to say?” You sigh softly and lick your lips, “during the drawings for tributes. It should be completely random, like names on paper of all the boys and girls. To be pulled fairly and not be done unfairly.” Coriolanus adds on to your statement, “and should be done by Capitol citizens to ensure it’s fair and just.” You looked at each other in agreement of your suggestions. “Looks like this partnership will work wonderfully,” Dr. Gaul says.

~~

It was late one night, you sent Tigris and the other workers home and you were stuck doing a design, pinning all night and figuring out which fabrics would look better. You heard a knock at the door and turn to see Coriolanus. “I brought you something,” he places a box on your desk in front of you and you stare at it. “And what’s in it?” He smiles, “a cupcake. From the finest bakery in the city.” You open it suspiciously and take it out, “red velvet?” He bites his bottom lip and you dig your teeth into it. Okay, he was right. Definitely from the best in the city.

“Thank you,” you mumble out which makes him laugh softly. “Here, let me.” He wipes the side of your lip, you stare into his eyes. You can smell his scent, a rosy smell. You stand up and jokingly smear some icing on his nose. “Wowww, after I got you this.” He grabs the cupcake and holds it away from you. “It tastes good anyways,” you say and he cuts you off by lightly pushing a small piece of the icing on your mouth. He places the cupcake on the table and reaches for you, grabbing you by your waist.

He stares into your eyes and flickers down to your lips. His hand comes up to caress your cheek. You feel your heartbeat increase and begin to melt in his touch. His lips land on yours and you’re shocked, his hand reveals the skin on your waist. Sending chills up your spine from the cold. “Mm, does taste good.” His words sent butterflies to your tummy as he pulled you back in. Devouring your lips once more, you let your hands tangle around his neck. Playing softly with his locks.

He turns your bodies around and pushes you up onto the desk, sitting comfortably as his body makes his way between your legs. His tongue emerges into your mouth, discovering every spot and corner. Your breathing is starting to get heavy once his body rocks against yours. Your lips part from his to catch a breather, “maybe we shouldn’t.” You suggest, hoping that he’d disagree. He just looks at you, really at you, like he sees someone beyond in you. “I mean, I’m so much older than you.”

“Why does that matter? I like you and.. age wouldn’t change that.” Your heart warms at his words but you feel something weird, you’ve hadn’t had intense intimacy with a man before. You’ve been locked up for 10 years and before that, you hadn’t really explored or touched another man like that. Besides your first kiss which was just a small peck. You snap back into the moment, “I guess I’m a little scared, I never got the chance to be.. intimate with someone.”

His face beams up and he develops a small smirk, “don’t worry. Just let me do all the work.” He leans in but kisses your lips, and goes right into your neck. This sensation makes you heat up fast, increasing heavily when his hand drags up your shirt. You hiss when you feel a sting on your neck, biting and sucking from his mouth. He places his hand right over a sensitive part, your nipple. He pinches it softly which makes your body jolt forward as a soft noise escapes your mouth. You feel him smile against your skin as if he’s hearing exactly what he wanted.

Your mouth drops open while he continues these unfamiliar sensations, easily becoming your favorite things. You begin to feel a glow coming from between your legs, an ache needing to be filled. He begins to rock his body against yours again which helps fill the craving, for a bit. You begin to become impatient and wanting more, he come back up to kiss you more. But you practically are begging for it, “please. I need more.” He leans in, “maybe.. we should take this someplace else?” You nod your head quickly and begin to grab your things. Your place would do for tonight, you grab your keys and lead him to your house, walking distance easily.

Once you get there you immediately shut the door and lead him to your bedroom. He wastes no time reattaching his lips to yours. You both manage to get onto the bed, him on top of you. He backs away off the bed to remove his shirt, you practically drooling at his lightly fit body. He begins to move his pants down and you take the opportunity to remove your shirt too, he begins to eye your body down. Devouring you with his eyes. He slowly crawls on the bed, taking his time to get to you.

His hand lands on your pants as he unclips them and slides them all the way down, off the bed. The next thing he did was unexpected. His teeth grip onto your underwear, using his mouth to drag it slowly down your legs. Your jaw drops as he does this and you can’t help but get more turned on by it. “Tease,” you mumble out as he smiles softly. The cool breeze hits you below, creating chills on your body once again. He begins to kiss your inner thighs, inch by inch, slowly creeping closer and closer to your core. You feel his warm breath grace against you and your hips curve in the direction. He settles his body down and uses his hands to keep you steady, holding your hips as your legs are on his shoulders.

He makes a great show of showing you his tongue then uses it on you, you let the sweet noise slip out of your mouth again. He settles right where you need him and begins to painfully kiss then suck on it. Your hand comes to cover your mouth to conceal the noises you were recklessly making. Your hips jitter up at every movement he does but he manages to keep you down. You let your other hand slither down to his hair, gently tugging on it. He lets one of his hands go from your hips and down to help him, entering two fingers inside you. Your gasp loudly as your back begins to arch and your hand no longer covers your mouth.

Both your hands now in his hair as you push his face more into you, grinding yourself against him. Your body begins to pulsate and shake as your body begins to get hot, a feeling of something building. You feel as if you’re about to let something free, a sensation of almost knotting. Then your body snaps, you scream out at the immense pleasure as you feel a liquid trickle out of you. Your body finally quiets down and you stare blankly at the ceiling. The bed shakes and rumbles when Coriolanus gets up and wipes a towel on you, then lays next to you.

You lean your side to face him, his hand cups your cheek and his thumb grazes gently on you. “So, that’s what it’s like.” He laughs softly, “and there’s other ways to achieve it.” You get curious, doesn’t he have to relieve himself too? “And you? Don’t you need something too?” He nods his head, “normally. But you’re new to this and I don’t want to make you do anything.” You frown, “but I want to. I want to make you feel good too.” He bites his bottom lip, still shaking no. You look at him with stern expression, and he gives in.

“You really want to?” You nod your head yes repeatedly. “Here, feel.” He guides your hand down and onto his clothed crotch. It’s a new touch, it’s hard and shaped so uniquely. He groans softly as you move your hand softly on it. Poor thing, he seemed to be suffering trying to only help you. You scoot closer to him as he guides your hand inside his underwear. You can feel his hot breath on your face, he uses your hand to hold onto him and guide it up and down. His breathing gets shaky as he starts to enjoy himself, you attach your lips to his and his hand holds onto your back.

You take initiative and carry yourself onto his lap, your legs on the side of his thighs as you reveal himself. You continue your movements which makes his face flush up, you slowly lower yourself and give pecks to his lips. You stop your movements and take the time to lower down his underwear all the way down, “what are you doing?” You shush him with your finger, “I have an idea.” Since you still had your undergarments off, you can still use your body to your advantage. You place yourself right on top of his length, grinding slowly on it. It becomes slippery easy from yourself, and he groans as he grips onto your waist.

He uses your hips to push you forward and back, you can visibly see how affected he is by this. Mouth dropped slightly agape, groans casually falling out of it. Every time he groans, it sends butterflies through your stomach. It accidentally sinks into you a bit and you jolt forward at the feeling. He smiles, “you okay?” You nod your head as you slowly get your rhythm back. It happens again and you jolt forwards, he giggles. “You want to try something else?” You think about it for a second then nod your head and smile. Oh, but how easily the smile fades. When he guides himself into you, your hands drop onto his chest.

You let an incredibly loud noise slip, which makes him smile. He sits up slowly to remove your top garment, you get the chills instantly when it falls down. He whispers into your ear, “move like how you were earlier.” He places a peck on your cheek and you listen, doing the same movements from earlier. This feeling was so intense for you, so pleasurable, you couldn’t resist. You wrapped your arms around his back and he helped you by guiding your hips once again. He would graze into a spot inside you that you didn’t even know you had and it would make you melt every time. He lets a curse slip out of his mouth when you begin to pick up your pace, chasing a so-called high.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help myself,” he whispered and you are confused until your swung under him. He begins to pound into you which makes you scream and let out a pathetic noises. The bed frame begins to shake and make creaking noises. His fast pace inside you builds up a knot in your stomach, tears begin to fall down your cheeks at the intensity of it. Your legs around his waist slowly turn into jelly, the slapping noises so lewd to you. His arms are next to your head to help him stay at his pace, you stare into each others eyes. Memorizing each others faces in pure bliss. He manages to get one arms free to wipe your tears away, so caring at a time like this.

He leans down to your ear, “Don’t you love when you let me use you like this?” Your back arches as the pace becomes stronger and more threatening. Your nails dig into his back, you do, you do love this. His hips snap one more time, and you feel him collapse, a liquid launching into you. He lays on your chest as you try to slow down your breathing. “That was.. so good,” he mumbles into your skin, you giggle as he looks so flushed out.

~~

The next morning resumed like nothing was different, you worked in your office on your designs. And he went with Dr. Gaul to continue his apprentice duties. Tigris helped you eagerly with the materials and setting up the dresses. Today was your launch of your clothing line, you were anxious and wondered if they would actually sell. Dr. Gaul had bought you a corner shop to sell your clothing, it was helpful but scary. You sent Tigris and the other workers to take it to the shop so they could set them up.

You sat at your desk, rubbing your forehead from the incoming headache. Then you hear a knock at the door, you looked up to see Coriolanus, “well if it isn’t Mr. Coriolanus snow.” You stand up out of your chair as he makes his way to you, he immediately attaches your lips together. It hasn’t been long since his lips were on yours, but you missed it so. “I heard today you’re launching your clothing line,” you nod your head and sit back down. “Yes, I just hope they’ll sell.” He smiles at you lovingly, “they will. They’re fantastic.” His reassurance to you makes you feel a bit better. “Thanks Cori.” “Cori?” He questions but before you could answer, Dr. Gaul enters the room, “y/n, I hope you’re not slacking off.”

You shake your head as you smile softly, “just talking to my colleague.” He turns to Dr. Gaul, “I’m just congratulating her on her launch today. Giving her some advice.” She nods her head slowly, “things like what your grandmother says? What was it again?” He smiles awkwardly, “Snow falls on top,” he states while you jokingly thought, ‘of me.’ It made you laugh softly to yourself while he looked at you with a weird expression. With that Dr. Gaul leaves the room, leaving you two alone again.

“You know I’ve been wondering, do you remember what you said, about being Dr. Gaul’s lab rat? What did you mean by that?” You stand up cautiously and walk over to a mannequin with an unfinished design. “She chose me personally, to fight in the games. She wanted to make sure there would be a winner.” He stays standing next to your desk as he listens, “but why. What was so special about you?”

~ It was your birthday, turning the big number 15. You’re dad has been dreaming of this day since you were born. But even though it’s your birthday, training is still a must. After a quick 15 minutes, you have your dad on the floor, gasping for air, “you’ve grown up, finally beating your dad for once.” You show no expression to his words, anger fueling you up as you watch him get up. “I knew you could do it, today’s the big day. Joining the academy.” That’s if you could defeat a line up of men who also want to join. The academy would set your life in combat, one day you could get sent to the Capitol to be a protector of some important people. Your way out, while being the only woman to ever attend the academy.

Mr. Plinth is who owns it, he’s good friends with your father who has convinced him that you would be a good fit. But there’s one thing you needed to do before you could start your new life, you have to get rid of the past. The one thing that’s been leeched onto you for your whole life, your father. You take a few steps closer to him which he backs away suspiciously, “y/n?” You ignore him as you lock in on your target, you grip onto the side dagger you have. He begins to back away faster and runs, you catch up in no time and turn him to face you. You dig the dagger into his stomach, his face is pain as you dig it deeper and deeper. Blood drips out of his mouth and you push him off the blade, his body tumbles motionless. ~

You snap back into reality while Cori awaits your answer, “When I was 15 years old.. I killed my father. That’s why she chose me, because she knew what I was capable of. She knew I would do it again.” He bites his bottom lip, “she knew you would kill again, to survive.” You nod your head while you walk back slowly to him, and sit down at your desk again. He sits on the side silently, looking at you. You break the silence, “Whatever happened to Lucy gray? I remember you were quite fond of her.” His nervous demeanor and avoidance to your question made you think that it probably ended badly.

“I heard she was sent back to her district,” he avoids looking at you as he walks to the mannequin you were next to earlier. “Sejanus too, I haven’t heard about him in a while. Did you know me and him kissed when I was 9?” He doesn’t respond as he stares at the mannequin. “Um, excuse me?” A strange voice interrupts you, you turn to see a woman standing at the entryway. Cori recognizes her and steps in her direction, until he turns to you to introduce this woman. “Y/n, this is my girlfriend.” Your smile fades immediately, how could he?

You grip onto the side of your desk as you suck it up and stand, “hello, nice to meet you.” Cori’s face looks worried as if you would react wrong any second, “Dr. Gaul told me I would find you here. So, I decided to come find you for our date.” You blank out as you tune out their conversation, an anger builds up but you let it go. Who cares if he pursues another woman, you knew did down inside you. That you would never be his, no matter how much you wanted it. “So, we should be going now. Y/n?” You snap back and sigh, “of course, have fun!” You beam even though you know it’s fake.

~~

After that, you didn’t really see much of Coriolanus. You were busy tending to your shop, and as everyone told you, it became popular very fast. The sells were flowing in like crazy and you were so happy with the results as you knew you would never be condemned to the cage again. Once you got more settled in, you decided you could do with more assistance in manufacturing. You hired 5 new people to help, a man of incredible taste strikes your eyes. His skin was dark but beautifully always shiny, clean like you preferred. His name was Gian, he later on earned the nickname Cinnabon from you due to his sweet actions. But Tigris had your heart and you favored her more than anything, so she was in charge when you left.

Left on investigation, Dr. Gaul gave you permission to travel to the districts when you wanted. As long as everything was tidy when you left. A question had been sinking into you since that last conversation with Cori. What the hell happened to Lucy Gray? And what happened to Sejanus Plinth? And you were determined to find out.

You made plans for a week away to investigate, first stop was at the Plinths house. Mrs. Plinth opened the door and was overjoyed, she led you inside and sat you down in the tea room. “Oh, I’m just so happy to see you, someone from back home. If only I would’ve known sooner that you were here, Sejanus would’ve been so happy.” You jump on it to question immediately when she mentions him, “where is he by the way? I would like to see him.” Her voice turns pale you hear a creak behind you, you turn to see Mr. Plinth.

You get up immediately, “Hello sir. It’s nice to see you.” He chuckles, “my my, why it isn’t little y/n!” He was always quite fond of you before you were taken, you were his little miracle worker. He moves quick to embrace you as you smell his warm scent, “I heard you were lurking about in the Capitol , what reason have you come to visit today?” You sigh as you both sit down, getting straight into business. “What happened to Sejanus?” His face goes stern as the same expression from earlier appears on Mrs. Plinths face.

“I don’t want to lie to you so I’ll just say it, he volunteered to be a peacekeeper and was sent to district 12.” District 12, perfect, exactly where you’re headed to look for Lucy Gray. “So, he’s there then?” They look at each other for a moment then back to you. They both nod their head yes but you’re suspicious of it, they’re hiding something. You’re about to make an excuse to leave when Mrs. Plinth recognizes your pin on your collar, “wait, I know that pin. It’s from my favorite designer!” You smile, “glad to know you like my work.” She gets excited as she asks you a billion questions. After calming her down a bit you finally manage to get out of there.

Off to district 12, it would take 2 days by train to get there. So you booked a train fright for yourself and were off. Once you got there, it was such a strange land. The only place you could think of to start is at the chief peacekeepers office. People gladly pointed you in the direction, you forgot how friendly district people were. You knocked on the door, and he grumbled a, “come in.” You entered and you can see confusion on his face, “you’re not from here. Are you?” You shook your head and took a seat, “I’m from the Capitol and I’m looking for someone. Well two people, Sejanus Plinth and Lucy Gray.”

“Those are some serious names you pulled,” he pulls out a sheet of paper and hands it to you. It’s a document, saying that music is banned here. You look at him confused, “there was a band here named the Covey and Lucy Gray was apart of it. They live in a house in the seam, near the meadow and the woods. I’ll have one of my boys escort you.” You were happy with his answer but not satisfied, “and.. Sejanus?” He takes a deep sigh, “I’m sorry but he’s dead.” Your heart drops, your breathing begins to increase, “what happened?”

“There was a voice recording of him planning a rebellion. We had no choice but to take action since the Capitol was putting pressure on us,” you were confused. “Why were they putting pressure?” He bit his bottom lip, “somehow the voice recording was sent to the Capitol and a powerful person enforced us to take action immediately.” You were scared to ask the next question, “how did you.. take care of it?” He paused for a bit. “We had him hanged, by the hanging tree.” You almost melted in your seat, you imagine it was the tree you passed on the way here, it gave you an ominous feeling. “Do you have this recording, I almost don’t believe it.”

He looks through his drawer and pulls it out, a machine you recognize. It belongs to a jabberjay, there recording box. You know it because you’ve seen it in Dr. Gaul’s office. He sets is to play and you hear his voice, his plan, but another voice comes in, a voice you know all too well. Coriolanus, you immediately know, that it was him who turned him in. He set Sejanus up to be killed. You thanked him for the information and as he said, he had two peacekeepers escort you to the property. They left once you were in proximity of it, you saw a girl sitting by a tree. Enjoying the air. “Excuse me,” she turns frightened by you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m looking for someone, Lucy gray? Is she here.” She stands up and walks toward you, “I know her.” She crosses her arms and one of her eyebrows flicker up, “but, Im not talking for free.” Her sassy demeanor made you smile as you handed her your pin. “Well, this is pure gold. I made it, it’s from my designs.” She pockets it quickly and shoots you a friendly smile, “What district are you from?” You laugh softly as she got straight to the point,“District 2, but I’ve spent the last 10 years in the Capitol.” She nods her head, “I’m Maude Ivory by the way.” She reaches her hand out to shake yours and you gladly oblige, “I’m y/n.” She sits down where she was earlier and you sit down too. “how’d you know Lucy Gray?”

“I met her once, in the Capitol.” Her eyes move to the side then back to you, as if a thought traveled through her mind. “Did you know her boyfriend? He’s from the capitol too. Name is Coriolanus snow, I met him on his day off.” You knew something was between them, he wouldn’t worry like that for someone if he didn’t like her. “Day off? Did he work here?” She shrugs her shoulders, “not really work, he was a peacekeeper.” It clicks, the so-called ‘Capitol business.’ “I miss her, she taught me that if I could find Katniss, I would never go hungry..” Miss? “You say you miss her, is she not here anymore?” She shakes her head sadly as she frowns, “she told me she was leaving with her boyfriend. Tam claims they were running away to start a life in the wild.” So, no one knows what happened to them. But Coriolanus returned to the Capitol, so where the hell is Lucy gray?

“She made a song for him, you want to hear it?” She said it was titled, pure as the driven snow, you listened closely to the way she sang it. You even asked her when she was done singing to write down the lyrics because you loved the song so much. After that, she decided she wanted to go pick some Katniss. You told her before she left, “you know, that would make a pretty name for a girl.” You began to wander into the forest where the house was. Wondering if they came through this way. You don’t know how far you traveled but you remember the way back.

Just when you turn to go back, When you slip on a smooth rock, you look down at it. There lies a bullet, where your mind fills with one conclusion. He was here, and he shot at her. So, is she dead? Was she buried in the lake? There was only one person who could answer this, Coriolanus. And you needed the answer. You immediately made way back to the train station to the Capitol. The whole way back you think of a speech, a way to get him to admit it. Honestly, it felt too easy to get all that information. But you’ll find out soon enough.

~~

As soon as you got to the Capitol, you made your way immediately to look for him. You stormed into Dr. Gauls lab, he was no where to be found. “Ah, you’re back already. Had a good time?” You paid no mind to her words, “I’m looking for Coriolanus.” She crosses her arms, “I have him out fetching materials. I’ll let him know you stopped by.” Her meaning in her words means leave and get back to work. But you went to home to wash off the travel, then to your office. There was a waiting Coriolanus snow. He was sitting in your chair by your desk in the dark, you cautiously turned on the lights.

“Dr. Gaul said you were looking for me?” You stood standing in the middle of the room. A one sided tension, you cleared your throat, “yes. I.. need to ask you something.” He nods his head slowly and leans onto your desk. “Ask away,” you slowly stepped closer to ask your questions. “I don’t know if you heard but I went on trip to the districts,” he stares at you like he knows that you did. “District 12, to be in fact.” His body tenses up, you can tell he’s not trying to show any reaction. “And I found something out,” your at the side of you desk now. You lean over, inches from his face. “What did you do.. to Lucy gray?” His face drops and his pupils widen, he backs away.

He gets up and faces away from you, “I did nothing.” You scoff and he turns around surprised, “nothing? So I’m imagining the bullets I found in the woods then? I’m imagining that Lucy Gray hasn’t been missing ever since you two supposedly, ran away together?” His eyes shut as he now knows he’s been caught. “Tell me, how is it that you ran away together, but you’re here. And Lucy Gray is nowhere to be found?” His hands come to his face, “why the hell did you go? Why did you have to do that!” You laugh softly in disbelief, “was I not supposed to?” You can hear the distress in his voice, “no! Why- I-I thought you would just.. stay here because you were tamed.”

Tamed? Like a wild animal? "You think just because you got me out of the damn cage, you thought you could control me like some animal? You thought wrong Coriolanus Snow!" His breathing is shaky, but you could care less, “and I found something most intriguing. Sejanus Plinth is dead, turned in by a voice recording.” He awaits your next sentence, “turned in by no one other than you, you think I wouldn’t recognize the other voice talking to him?” He collapses on the chair, “so you know everything.” His voice is breaking but he manages to try to defend himself, “but I didn’t hurt Lucy gray, she ran away.”

You shake your head, not believing him, “yeah, right.” He shoots back at you, “you have no right to judge me when you killed the person closest to you.” You begin to fill with rage, just at the mention of your father, “I had my reasons for killing my father.” He begins to state your faults, “and you were encaged for 10 years by Dr. Gaul but once you were set free, that was just forgotten right?” You are appalled he would even stoop to try to turn this back on you, “I was doing what was necessary to survive!” He jumps out of the seat and approaches you quickly, “And you think I didn’t have my reasons?!” His raised voice shut you down, reminding you of the times when your father did the same.

“I thought we understood each other, that- that we’ve both killed and accepted it.” You fight back the tears in your eyes, he cups your cheek but you slap him off. “Please, let’s just forget about this. I like you okay? We can go back to normal, I’ll get rid of Livia.” You scoff as if it would magically make it go away. “I will not let this go, I will remind and remind you until you can’t take it anymore and turn yourself in.” You left after that encounter, back home where it’s safe. You couldn’t forget the conversation, you just couldn’t. And apparently, he couldn’t either.

~~

You turned into work the next morning as if nothing happened, Tigris wasn’t scheduled to work in the office today because she was down at the shop. You picked up the phone and dialed the shop’s number, “mockingjays boutique, this is Tigris speaking.” Her voice soothed your bad mood instantly, “hey little tiger, it’s y/n. I was wondering if you could stop by to the office for a second.” She pauses and stammers, “the boutique is actually spilling with customers so, I think it would be better if you came here.”

You agreed and hurriedly made your way. But you were stopped about a block away from the shop, of course it’s him. “We need to talk,” your hand flies up to your forehead to soothe the incoming headache. “I want to talk about what happened,” you stand staring at him, emotionless because you don’t have the time for this. “I need to go tend to my shop, bye.” You try to dismiss him but he runs in front of you. You huff and move around him but he is persistent, “come on, I just wanna talk.” You stomp your foot as you turn to him, “Fine! Talk.”

He clears his throat and begins with the sob story, “I was just trying to protect myself and Lucy gray. I had no idea what I was doing at the time.” You stood unimpressed, “how exactly did you protect Lucy gray? I know hanging Sejanus wasn’t for that reason..” You see him gulp and his feet shuffle inside his large shoes, “did you- you killed someone else didn’t you?!” He begins to reach out for you again but you push him away, “how many? How many!?” You raise your voice at him which belittles him, “4.” You begin to laugh, laugh a way you haven’t before.

He watches your emotional episode, his eyes showing real fear. Then you stop, cupping your hands together. “You think I didn’t know this? This is old news. I know you killed the mayors daughter Mayfair, Bobbin from district 8, Sejanus, and Casca high bottom.” Of course, after you came to Dr. Gaul with this information. She gladly named the rest of the people he killed. His head jerks back as he realizes you named them all, “how? How do you know all of this?” You sigh and check your watch, “you’re wasting my time. I’ll torment you more later but now I need to go, my apprentice is waiting.”

You begin to walk but stop, this would be a good time to rub it in his face. You turn to him and he stares at you, "Have you met my apprentice? Her name's Tigris." You snark to him as his lips curve into a frown and his eyes darken. Of course it hit him hard, his own cousin who he has grown a hatred for. Tigris spilled all the drama between them during your late nights together, not knowing you knew him.

You walked in and as she said, it was booming with customers. The customers surrounded you excitedly, pushing any surface at you to autograph. Tigris watched in amusement at your struggle, letting a giggle slip when a man asked you to sign his chest. You managed to pull her away once the customers slowly died down.

“You’re back earlier than expected,” she smiled so brightly, it soothed your heart instantly. “In a party mood for tonight? Coriolanus said he would be going to this girls party at the club down the street.” You were confused, parties haven’t been a thing for years. And you immediately knew the girls party he was going to was for his precious new beau. “I thought parties weren’t really a thing anymore,” she giggles at your confusion. “Well thanks to a fabulous designer, people are trying to find excuses to wear your clothes. So, automatically parties are going to rise again.”

She walked away to a rack behind the counter, scrambling to pick out a dress, until she whisks out your new design. The rippled layers of black, short in the front and train leading in the back. Gold flakes and leave placed on the bodice, with your signature mockingjay design. Long gloves that go with the silky design. The top that fits you so familiar. The shirt you wore from the games, assembled into a low cut corset. “When you made this, it just screamed you. I couldn’t bear to sell it to a nobody.” She didn’t know the backstory to the dress so she couldn’t know how much you wanted to rip it apart.

“You should wear it tonight, just once.” You debated it but wanted to see her happy so you agreed. “So, could I pick out any dress I want?” You smiled as you knew how long she’s been wanting to try on one of the dresses, “yes go ahead you noisy tiger.” She chose a flowy blue dress which worked perfectly with her skin tone. You let her go home for the rest of the day to prepare for the party and she left happy. You stared at the dress and noticed one of the male mannequins suit gone, the one you designed for Coriolanus. The matching suit to the dress Tigris picked, you laughed as she probably gave it to him.

You slipped on the dress and it fit like a glove, you slipped on a pair of heels from the shop and the final missing piece. A mask you designed that has mockingjay feathers attached. You stared in the mirror for a while, the memories of the first games came rushing back. The memories you tried over and over to bury, but they never fully go away. You prepared yourself for the plan tonight to show up. You were going to try to talk to the girl, maybe even slip the night you had with Coriolanus.

You easily slipped into the party, eyes scanned you instantly. You’re still getting used to all the new popularity. You would’ve had more practice the last 10 years if you weren’t locked up. A woman bumped into you, looking like she drank the whole bar. You recognize it’s Coriolanus best friend, the new girlfriend. “Wait a second,” she slurred her words and spilled her champagne on the floor. “You’re y/n, the designer and owner of mockingjay boutique right?” You nodded her head as she began to stumble closer to you, her intoxicating breath was drowning you. “I feel so honored to have you here, I never expected for you to attend!” You plastered a fake smile onto your face, “of course I would, they say this will start a new era of parties for centuries.” She giggles drunkly and she drags herself away, mumbling something along the lines ‘I know I’m so great.’

You rolled your eyes and began to look for Tigris, scanning for a pink puffy dress. But the colors in the crowd blind you and you can’t seem to find her. You stop looking when the party host enters on stage with the mic, “I just wanted to say thank you for everyone coming. I’m so.. happy!” She barely managed to speak straight, almost letting vomit explode out of her. She almost trampled down the stairs when a man came in sight. He announced, “I heard we have a special guest tonight. You may know her as the designer from Mockingjay boutique! Come on up!”

A light had shined on you and screams and cheers came from all around you. People grazed against your skins and clothes as you walked by to make it to the stairs. He reached out a hand to help you up and took it. He hands you the mic and you clear your throat, “You may know me as the designer and of mockingjay boutique or..” you hope the next words won’t make people throw a riot and throw tomatoes at you. “Remember me from the first games, I may look different now but I hope you guys could see past that.” The faces on people’s faces turn form curiosity to realization, “I hope you guys don’t mind if I sing something to congratulate the host on her amazing party,” you looked over to the band next to you and gave them the cue. The guitar starts and the band slowly builds in, you wait for your cue.

“Everyone's born as clean as a whistle.

As fresh as a daisy.. And not a bit crazy

Staying that way's a hard row for hoeing.

As rough as a briar, Like walking through fire.”

You see people in the audience get comfortable and turn to listen to you. You spot Tigris in the crowd, smiling proudly at you.

“This world, it's dark. This world, it's scary.

I've taken some hits, so no wonder I'm wary.

It's why.. I Need you.

You're as pure as the driven snow.”

You’ve forgotten how it feels to be this free, to sing your lungs out. Your father forbade you to sing growing up, because your mother used to.

“Everyone wants to be like a hero.

The cake with the cream, or the doer not dreamer.

Doing's hard work, but it takes some to change things.

Like goat's milk to butter, Like ice blocks to water.

This world goes blind when children are dying.

I turn into dust, but You never stop trying.

It's why.. I Love you

You're as pure as the driven snow.”

As you sang ‘I love you,’ you spot Coriolanus in the crowd. With the missing suit and matching mask. As you hold the high note at the end, people cheer in the crowd.

“Cold and clean.

Swirling over my skin.

You cloak me,

You soak right in.. Down to my heart.

Everyone thinks they know all about me.

They slap me with labels and spit out their fables.

You came along and you knew it was lying.”

These lyrics hit hard for you, everyone did slap you with labels. A soulless monster was how you were branded. But then they no longer recognized you once you became important for the Capitol.

“You saw the ideal me.

And yes, that's the real me.

This world, it's cruel.. With troubles aplenty.

You asked for a reason, I've got three and twenty

For why.. I Trust you.

You're as pure as the driven snow.

It's why.. I Trust you.

You're as pure as the driven snow.”

You felt Lucy Gray through the song, her longing and love for him. How he was her everything because she believed he saved her. Until he was the end of her existence. This very event you had been planning, you knew the band way before the party. You knew that they would get booked at this party, which is why you taught them the music. To bring Coriolanus to his knees. He appeared out of the crowd, making his way to you, as you made your way off the stage. “Nice suit, did Tigris give it to you?” His eyes scan your outfit, noticing it’s completely matching his. “I designed it especially for you, but what are the chances we wore the matching set today.”

His hands pick at his fingernails as he looks nervous, “I hope you liked the song, I sang it special. Just for you!” A man with a try of champagne passes by and you grab one. You take a sip and he continues just gazing at you, “just clearing my pipes.” Guess that comment triggered him, “what are you doing here?” You laugh into the glass, “it’s a party. The first one in a while and well, I had to see if my clothing would be worn tonight.” You tsk as you see his girl getting comfortable with another man. “Surprisingly, your girl is a fan of mine. But she’s not wearing my clothes, I wonder why?”

He turns to the direction you were looking and immediately bounces off. He gets to her and knocks the drink in her hand off, he yells at her, you read ‘what the hell do you think you’re doing? You’re making an embarrassment of yourself.’ Her faces scrunched up at his demeanor, fearful. ‘You know what, we’re done!’ And he walks away angrily, you smile to yourself as you see him walk out. You grab a few drinks and relax yourself in the atmosphere. Tigris runs up to you after a while, “y/n. The alarm has been going off in the shop for a half-hour!”

You calm her down and reassure her. You tell her you’ll go check it out and she can stay and enjoy the party. But she refuses and insists to go with you. You let her and you both head over there. Once you’re there, you both notice the door lock shattered. She’s scared but you enter with no hesitation. She hangs outside while you go in, you hear a clutter in the back and grab whatever you could find to have for protection, a hammer from renovation. You hold it steady and walk to the noise. You find a drunk Coriolanus on the floor in front of a mirror, drinking a bottle.

He sees you in the mirror and continues drinking. You sigh in frustration, “what are you doing?” You put the hammer down on the desk and turn to be face to face with him. His eyes close and his body collapses, you gasp in shock and call out for Tigris. She comes running in and falls to the ground next to him, “help me get him up.” You do as she says and put an arm on your shoulder. You both lift him up and she leads you to her apartment. She brings you inside and to a room, which you assume is his. She instructs you to lie him down, she takes off his alcohol induced shirt and pants, leaves him in his undergarments while she gets supplies.

You sit down next to him on the bed, you stare at him. Admiring him, even though you shouldn’t. Your hands move themselves along his cheeks, along his lips. You let your hand go and begin to get up from the bed. Then a hand appears on your arm, “don’t go.” You turn back to a very awake Coriolanus, his bright blue eyes staring at you. You sit back down next to him softly, you two gaze at each other for a second. “Why were you in shop?” His jaw tightens and he swallows, “I found something out.. why? Why did she have to use you?” You don’t understand but he quickly explains, “I went to Dr. Gaul after the party, to tell her what happened between us.”

~ “I had her investigate in your time at district 12, I wanted to see how long it would take you to crack and admit it to me.” Coriolanus stared at her in disbelief, “but why? Why her?” She smiles, “because she’s my puppet, she does everything I tell her. Because that’s how I programmed her.”~

Suddenly you realize too, the reason why you can’t fight back to her demands. Why you do things unexplained and can’t control it.

~“I injected a venom into her, which wired her to do things she can’t control. For example, whenever she feels pity for someone or an emotion that’s vulnerable. She will kill that person because she will hate how it feels.” ~

You understand yourself now, how you were in the games. Why you killed that girl with no hesitation.

~“But it’s different with us, she doesn’t have a certain feeling towards us, even if she thinks she does. She can’t hurt Capitol people physically, her mind will block her from doing so.”~

Explains why you haven’t killed Dr. Gaul yet. Tigris comes back into the room before you could speak again. She brings a tray of soup and some water. “I could watch him for you if you want.” She’s surprised but refuses. “I insist my little tiger, for all your hard work. You should get some sleep,” she sighs and nods her head and closes the door on her way out. You grab the water she brought and serve it to him, he gulps it all up immediately. You place the cup back down on his bedside table and turn back to tears filling in his eyes.

He begins to weep, “I wish we could be together.”He reaches out for you, he holds tight onto your body. There he is, the man you met those nights ago, the man outside the cage. The one who opened his heart to you. “What can I do?” His voice is breaking, your heart feels it again, that pitiful feeling. You can only think of one thing, “Can you agree that you won’t lie to me again. That you won’t kill again?” He looks up at you and nods his head, “I promise.” You sigh and lay down next to him in the bed. He falls asleep while you play with his hair.

About an hour and a half of watching him sleep, you get up. You decided you needed to change out of the dress. You rummaged through his closet and took out a shirt and pants. But he felt your absence presence as he woke up. Clearly he’s not drunk anymore. But you hadn’t noticed as you began to undress in the room, taking off the dress. You put on the shirt, but as you bent over to grab the pants. You heard the bed shake, you looked at the mirror beside you to see him watching you intensely. He smirked and got up.

“Where are you going?” He appears behind you while you look in the mirror. His arms latch around your waist, preventing you from putting on the pants, “You were sleeping.” He sighs and jokes, “how heartless, you were gonna leave me while I was sleeping?” You smile and shake your head. He turns you around, “Do you honestly feel nothing around me?” His smell fills your nose in your proximity, his eyes scanning your face. You decide you wanna play with him a little bit and shake your head, “I don’t.” He takes it as a challenge as his lips curve up, “and if I do this?” He places stray strand behind your ear, and slowly creeps down to your neck. His warm breath tenses you up and he places a sweet peck.

“Or this?” His hand creeps down your back and onto your butt, he squeezes it softly. “And you don’t miss this?” He guides your hand down onto his hard-on which makes you gasp softly. “You don’t miss how I made you feel? How I made you unravel.. twice?” His breath on your ear makes you squirm in his touch. “Get on the bed.. now.” His soft but stern voice made your stomach flutter as you felt compelled to listen. You made your way to the bed, crawling on your hands and knees on it, and looked back at him teasingly.

He bit his bottom lip softly as he came close to you, his hand grazing along your back, dragging the shirt up to reveal your underwear. Getting full view of you, he comes onto the bed. “So, you were gonna leave me huh?” You feel a sting sensation of your behind and gasp while staring at him. “Not talking? Am I gonna have to force it out of you, hm?” You whimpered in emancipation of what he was going to do next. He yanked down your panties and threw them off in the distance. 

He played with your folds teasingly, pulling away when you moved back into his fingers. He kept toying you for what seemed hours. Until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Please,” you begged him but he payed no mercy. “I’m sorry, I was gonna leave but I would come back. I swear,” he smirked and his eyes glimmered. “That’s all I wanted to hear,” with that he pulls down his underwear fast and sinks into you. You moaned in delight but it started to hurt, bad. He pounded into you unmercifully, the angle and position began to make your body ache with pain. You pleaded for him to slow down but he didn’t listen.

Tears began to pour down your cheeks and you cry into the sheets. He stopped when he finally noticed your cries. “Y/n?” He touched your shoulders but you pushed him off. You slapped him away and he backed off instantly. You laid on your side with your knees to your chest. He tried to soothe you and hold you but you pushed him away each time. He didn’t understand that you couldn’t take it. You were new to this and vulnerable and he took advantage of that. You started to realize, maybe he is the bad person, maybe he is the villain.

You left a while after that, you didn’t say a word. You just continued on without him. Until the next night, you were walking home. You were about to enter on your block when you heard arguing. You were curious and his around a corner to see. To find Coriolanus and Livia talking. “Why? Why can’t we?” He tried walking away and she ran after him, “just give me a chance please.” He yelled violently at her, “go fall in a ditch, will you?! I don’t have time for this.” You hid away quickly and ran to your house when you saw him coming your direction. You barely made it inside when you heard a knock on your door. You reluctantly opened it, “hey.” He stood before you like nothing happened. You left him in for some reason and you both went to your living room. “Why are you here?” You asked suspiciously, waiting for the right moment to ask him about Livia.

“I wanted to apologize for the other night,” you rolled your eyes. “Don’t, I’m not in a forgiving mood.” He attempted to grab your arm but you pushed him off. “Don’t!.. Are you really here for me or Livia?” You huffed at him and he’s taken aback. “What are you talking about?” You began to get snarky, “Are you gonna deny that you were with her?!” He sighs and looks to his left, “No, we were just talking.” Looking away to the left is an obvious detection of lying. He couldn’t possibly believe that you would think it was nothing. “Oh, you think Imma believe that?” He abruptly reaches for your face, cupping his hands onto you cheeks, “I promised I wouldn’t lie to you again.” Tears filled in your eyes and you closed them, getting rid of them. “And you still did.” You pushed him off and you tried to make your way out of the living room.

He latches his hands onto you, “don’t walk away from me!” He gripped your wrist so tightly, your heart began to pound so hard in your chest. You imagined that he could hear it. You stared at him in fear, “let go of me.” He leaned in, yelling critical words to you. All the while, not once letting the tightening pain around your wrist go. Your body was frozen, you couldn’t fight back. He kept yelling and screaming, you fought your tears back. Until he said the words, “you’re such a monster,” it triggered something in you. You gathered the strength to fight back, you used the momentum and pushed him flying back into a vase.

“Don’t forget who I am! I am the first victor, I paved my way into this economy by killing! So, don’t think that I won’t do the same to you!” The glass under him clicks and he reveals a bloody arm, he stares at you from the ground. “You think I’m afraid of you? Don’t forget, I’ve killed too.” He begins to get up slowly, but, you reveal a knife from under a side table and grip it in your hand. “But I’ve killed more than you, experience over stupidy.” He’s cautious, keeping a distance from you. “You can’t hurt me, Dr. Gaul made you that way.” You smirk, “Well I’ve been reprogramming myself, finding multiple reasons to kill you.” You got yourself in a stable position, “and this is a pretty good reason.” He sighs and slowly makes his way to the entryway, he cautiously opens the front door and leaves. You felt as if you could breathe again and went to lock it. You plumped down your bed and slept for an eternity.

The next morning started like no other, you went into work with a smile. Feeling a weight off your shoulders that you stood your ground. “So I have this idea,” they listened intensely to you. “Maybe we should get makeup products up and running again?” They looked at each other and nodded, “the outfits certainly require some kind of makeup to pop out.” They all began to jot down notes while you continued. Tigris admiring you and sketching some ideas. “Also I’m thinking of recreating something from this victor, Lucy gray.” You pulled out a folder of the original dress and your new design, “I’ll call it, the Lucy gray. Not quite original but still.” Gian raises an eyebrow, “this might be controversial. I mean no one really remembers her.” You smile, “that’s exactly right. She won last year and no one remembers. That’s why I want to do this, she’s the first district 12 winner and she deserves this.” They all agreed and started work on the design.

You were caught up in your work and got interrupted by Dr. Gaul. “It’s time for our meeting,” you sighed knowing you would have to face Coriolanus. You dragged your feet all the way and you felt your mood drop instantly when you saw him. “The atmosphere feels tense all of a sudden,” Dr. Gaul mentioned while peering at the two of you. “So the next games are coming up soon, and we have to figure out a couple situations,” Dr. Gaul huffs when reminded of what happened last games. You suggest, “provided by me. Why don’t we have all the tributes wear matching outfits?”

She seemed impressed with the idea. Although you had something else planned, to remind everyone of Coriolanus’ mistakes. “To not repeat our mistakes from the past I have a suggestion.. why don’t we have the victors become mentors for the incoming tributes?” You stared at Coriolanus with fury as his suggestion was targeted towards you. Your nails pressed into your palms, retaining your urge to scratch his eyes out. “Well that sounds splendid! It would encourage the tributes to know that they have a chance, from getting advice from past victors.”

You noticed a flaw in his suggestion, “but not all would have a mentor, there’s only been 10 games. We have 24 tributes playing.” She nods her head in understanding, “that is true. But it would certainly solve that problem..” The pause of her speech made your stomach turn, she’s really thinking about this, really debating it. “It’s decided, when the 25 annual Hunger games comes around, the past victors will become mentors.” You dreaded the day it would come. You would try your best to protest, you couldn’t be responsible for another death like that. You left the meeting in distraught and anger.

You heard a pair of footsteps in the distance, like someone was following you. You tried your best to observe your surroundings, and you successfully spotted the man without him noticing. Coriolanus was following you, and you had to get rid of him. You walked to your offices and turned off the light, you grabbed a large pole and sat near the entrance, awaiting your victim. You heard the footsteps get closer and closer, until they came to halt, inches away from you. You swung the pole with all your might, earning a large groan and tumble from him. You stood above him, staring at his motionless body, not dead just unconscious. You heard something tumble behind you, but before you could see what it was. You felt a clap to your head, and all black was what you could see.

You woke up, hands bound down to a chair armrest with rope. Legs wrapped in tape and rope, mouth covered with a cloth. There’s a bright light shined down on you, but soon your eyes adjust. “You’re awake,” a female voices announces. Livia. She stands up and makes a way in the distance. You begin to move your wrists around, attempting to loosen the ropes. “They’re extra tight, you won’t be going anywhere.” His earth shattering voice makes you tremble in anger, you scream out into the cloth, muting all your rage. “Calm down, no one will hear you,” he shakes his head and rubs his forehead.

Livia exits the room and leaves you two alone. You look around, it’s definitely not the apartment. You observe closer and find a photo of Livia with her family. Her house. You mumble into the cloth and he tilts his head in amusement. “Would you wish to speak?” You nod your head fast, pleading him with puppy dog eyes. He steps slowly to you and rips off the cloth from your mouth. You lick your lips fast, trying to get rid of the dryness. “You can just let me go, I swear, I won’t tell a soul,” you say breathless and licking your lips at almost every word. “I can’t afford to let you go, I’ve learned from my mistakes. I can’t have loose ends, and I won’t,” he says getting low to the floor while keeping eye contact.

“And you think Livia won’t be a loose end?” He perks his lips out at the suggestion, “she wants to be with me so bad that she wouldn’t say a word. My perfect little puppet.” Your lips frown and you get the urge to spit in his face. But you can’t produce enough spit to do it, your mouth feels so dry. “You may be wondering why your tongue is so dry. It means the poison has begun to work.” Your heart drops and you begin to freak out. Tears develop down your cheeks and your heart is pounding. You muster up enough energy to speak, “Do you really think you’ll get away with it? I’m everywhere and I’ll live on to torture you.” He laughs and sits in amusement in front of you. “That’s what you think.”

You try to unleash yourself but it’s no use, you feel your heart begin to fail on you. You scream out in pain, you yell to him, “One day, you’ll have a death so poetic, a death by the people, I swear it.” Those words would haunt him. Your final words as the last breath left your mouth. Death was easy, you drifted away in the eternal darkness. You begged and begged that one day, you would be reincarnated. And you would be. Because this fate is what would end him, even though years passed that he forgot all about it. But you did live on, your ideas got passed on through generations. Which inspired the a rebellion who would destroy the world he created. And the leader of that, was you, reincarnation had a funny way. Katniss, the mockingjay who wore your pin into battle, was you. Although you didn’t remember.

But you may be wondering what happened to the rest of the characters. Tigris? As punishment for Tigris, he was going to transform into what you always called her. A tiger. And for your clothing line? Shut down. But your vision lived on through other designers. Your trusted Gian, had a son named Cinna who helped with the designs. Livia? She married the monster, a loveless marriage for life. Lucy gray may have been the reason why he never wanted love again, to feel weak and vulnerable. But you, he never wanted to be brought down to his knees again. To have someone expose him and punish him, so he will be the one to punish. Even if he gets caught, he will stand with a high head and never back down.

The end~

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Santa Tell Me (Naughty version)

Pairing: Lee Know x female reader, established relationship

Genre: Christmas stuff

Warnings: 18+ mature content, kissing, unprotected sex, slapping, choking, pet names.

Regular version here.. kinda short ik😓

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

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You push him onto his back as you crawled into his lap, straddling him. “Baby..” you lean down to kiss him, igniting your internal fires. “I want you.. please?” You mumble against his lips, he indulges you and holds you tightly. "Now I can get my real present.." He mumbles against your lips as you nod and smile against his lips. He pushes you on your back softly as he makes himself comfortable on top of you.

He begins to tear off your shirt like wrapping paper. Throwing it off to the side as his kisses flows down your body. It feels so good but you have your own idea in mind. A sudden urge of dominance, as you notice the unbuckling of his pants. You spring up, and push him down below you, getting on top of him.

He’s not opposed to this movement, he actually enjoys it. He smirks at you as you pull off his pants. “What’s so funny?” You finally notice his smile, you tilt your head. He shakes his head, “you never want to be top..” It’s true, you let him do all the work often. “Well.. I wanted to give you a good Christmas,” and with that you kiss him. While slowly gliding yourself down his length. You two slowly moan in each other’s mouth as it satisfied you both. You begin to move your hips, as his hands explore your breasts. He pinches your nipples which causes you to jerk forward at the sensation.

The friction is starting to feel just right. His lower lip goes between his teeth, showing that it feels good for him too. "Y/n," he looks up at you through his hooded eyes, he holds your hips still. You know it isn’t easy for him to let you do this either, to resist the temptation to pound into you. “I can’t.. I want..” You shush him, covering his lips with your finger. “My turn remember?” He pouts like a baby while you continue your hip movements. You drag your hand down to choke him softly, not enough so he can’t breathe or talk. His mouth drops open as you begin to go faster and faster with your hips. “Fuck, please.” He grips onto your shoulders but you knock off his hands as yours place on his chest.

You begin to scratch at his chest as the feeling builds up inside you, his groans slip out of his mouth so easily. You close your eyes and feel the warmth of him more. “I’m sorry baby,” he whispers as you feel yourself getting picked up. Your face gets mushed into sheets but you could care less. You knew at some point he would want to be dominate again. You earn a burning sensation of a slap on your ass, you moan in delight. He grips a bundle of your hair in his fist, bringing your face off the sheets. "You're gonna be a good girl for me, right?" You nod your head like crazy, doing and saying he wants.

He begins to pound into you, hard. It makes your whimper aloud and scratch at the sheets. “Shh, it’s okay baby,” he whispers into your ear. You feel a finger circle your sensitive bud as you try to crawl away. He brings you closer to him and holds you down again. “Imma make you feel good kitten, don’t run away from me.” He begins the movements again which make you squirm under him. The pleasure begins to build up for you. You begin to shake as he abuses your clit.

Him pounding your walls, hitting you in your g-spot perfectly hurts and feels so good at the same time. You can hear the bed start to shake as you realize whoever has the room next to you is suffering. “Fuck, baby,” you know he’s starting to get close so you try to focus more on the pleasure. “Lee know,” you coo at him to encourage him. You feel a knot in your stomach and cry out. You want it so bad, then with one more stroke, you hit it.

You don’t remember what happened next, just sheets in your face. You woke up with Lee know laying next to you. You smile as your fingers touch his face. “You okay baby?” He asks you as you nod with a content smile. “Never better.”

[loveneversleepss]

Santa Tell Me (regular version)

Inspired by Ariana grandes song

Pairing: Lee Know x female reader

Genre: Established relationship, Christmas time, living with the members.

Warnings: none basically.. pretty pg-13 besides kissing, comedy tho 😁, clingy Lee know

W.C:

Naughty version here..

“Baby?” You wake up to Lee know nudging you awake softly, he places a kiss on your cheek. You groan softly as you turn over, head to his chest as you drift off back into sleep. “You have to wake up,” he caresses your cheek softly. Your head comes up against his chest as you let it softly pat against him. Your eyes slowly blink open, your head follows your eyes as you trail up to his face.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” you sigh heavily and push his face away. “Hey! You can’t be mean on Christmas..” he pouts as you sit up straight. “It’s not Christmas yet, it’s only Christmas Eve,” you rub your eyes and adjust to the morning brightness. You slouch your back and turn around to see Lee Know practically throwing a tantrum, hitting the pillow and burying his face into it. You tsk and look at the mirror in front of the bed, you attempt to untangle the rats nest your hair has become overnight with your hands.

“Did you sleep good at least,” he asks and you dramatically turn your head fast to him, giving him a death glare. “Yes, until someone woke me up,” you throw a pillow at him and he catches it. “Well sorryyyy, I missed my girlfriend,” he smiles cheekily at you but his charm doesn’t work on you so early in the mornings. “Don’t start, I’m half-awake..”

You hear a loud commotion coming from somewhere in the dorm, you turn to Lee know. “Guess the boys are up, come on. Time to get ready,” you drag your legs down off the edge of the bed and reluctantly take steps to the door. You open it to meet face to face with a frozen Felix, carrying plastic containers bigger than him. You raise your eyebrow and continue past him to the restroom, not your problem.

You stumble into the bathroom and begin your morning routine; washing your face, brushing your teeth, skincare, etc.. You decide after all you want to take a shower. You turn on the shower and begin to undress, just then, a knock at the door.. more like a bang actually. “OPEN, I NEED TO POOP!” Lee know pushes against the door, you roll your eyes and wrap a tower around you, not to conceal yourself from Lee know. But from the others who might pass by the door when you open it. You open it slightly and he storms in.

“You’re welcome,” you close the door and step into the shower. Dropping the towel behind you, you sigh as the hot water flows down your body. You hear a video playing from his phone, he does it so you can’t hear him doing his business. You hear the loud flush of the toilet and know he’s done, “you want me to join you?” You hear the facet running. Don’t get it wrong, you love showering with him. But the mornings are your time alone, your space to relax. “Um, maybe tomorrow?” He sighs and you hear the door shut.

You feel a little bad, you’ve been neglecting him all morning. You’ll make it up to him for Christmas. You finish up your shower and go into your shared bedroom to find clothes in the closet. In your towel, the cold air sends chills down your back. “Cold, baby?” He appears from behind you, his warm hands place on your shoulders. They drag down and wraps around your waist, his head lays on your shoulder. “Missed me?” You tease him and reach for clothes. “Mhm, a lot,” he turns you around and leans in for a kiss. You let him and give a small peck.

“Hyunggg,” an eager Jeongin knocks at the door. You smile and continue your task as Lee know stumbles to the door. You hear them whispering to each other but it doesn’t faze you as you dress in the closet. You walk out and see he’s getting ready too. In unusual outfit, like he’s going out to dinner or something.. “are you going somewhere?” You ask while drying the tips of your hair. “We.. we are going somewhere,” he walks to you, confusion written all over your face.

“Where are we going?” He kisses your cheek as his hands linger around your waist. “A small trip, the boys are going but.. it’s a better place than here. Way bigger,” he explains as he pulls his shoes on. “Dress more warm okay? I’ll wait for you in the living room. Oh, and we’re staying until tomorrow.” Great. You grab a set of pajamas and more clothes and stuff it into a bag. You begin to wonder where you’re going and what Lee Know has gotten you for Christmas. You pull some boots on and warmer clothes. Completing the look with a beanie and you’re ready.

“Ready,” you grab his hand as you wander into the living room. He grabs your bag and leads you outside. The boys come outside, nosy as ever, and load their belongings too. Everyone pairs up in threes, you, Lee know and Han, apparently he wanted to spend quality time with your boyfriend. Whatever that means.. the time it takes to get to the spot was about an hour. Lee know drove and you had fallen asleep for a couple minutes while Han and him were talking. You heard the keys jingle to shut off the car and he nudged you softly. The snow began to fall as soon as you got out the car.

Your eyes meet with a wooden cabin, surrounded by pine trees that stretch for miles. Very Christmasy and beautiful. He grabs a hold of your hand and walks inside with you. “How about you take this and go find a room for us, hmm?” He whispers into your ear then kisses your head. You listen as you observe your surroundings. “Y/n,” Chan calls you. “You guys can have the only room on this floor. It’s the nicest.” You smile, “thank you, how sweet.”

You walk into the room, the bed covered with white sheets like snow. A queen sized bed, enough room for 4 people. What catches your eye is a fireplace in front of the bed. A rug in front with a couch not far. A tv hangs from above the fireplace. Very cozy. You find it has a bathroom and walk in closet and set down your belongings. The room has a glass sliding door out into a balcony. You stand in front of it but don’t want the cold snow to get inside. “Ooo, this is niceee.” Lee Knows voice makes you smile. 

He closes the door and sets his beanie on the bed. He jumps onto the bed like the toddler he is while you go in front of the fireplace. “We can turn it on later if you want,” you turn to see him laying on one hand on his side. You nod your head, “I would like that.” He sits up, “come here.” You walk to the side of the bed, he pulls you on top of him. You get comfortable as your head rises and falls with his breathing. “It’s so nice here..” you whisper, you haven’t been to a place like this in a while. He rubs his hand down your back, soothing you.

“Shall we go see the tree they have?” You sit up quickly while nodding your head. You jump off the bed while he closely follows as you make your way back to the start. He holds your hand as you search for the main room. A tree almost 8 feet tall takes your breath away. There’s presents underneath as the members brought them. Your present to lee know and his to you. You didn’t realize the sun was already going down. The boys are what you assume is the kitchen, drinking wine and preparing for dinner.

The dinner was beautiful, the boys telling stories as they get sentimental a bit. Laughs and cheers were heard all that night. But you couldn’t wait for present opening time, it quickly turned midnight. You had gotten Lee know a trip with his parents to wherever they wanted. You figured they needed some quality time, while you got to babysit his cats 😈. He jumped into your arms as he thanked you for the gift. It was your turn to open the presents. It was a small box so you figured it was jewelry of some sort.

You pulled out a beautiful ring, nothing like you haven’t seen before. A promise ring, engraved with your initials and the date of your anniversary. You teared up a bit as you immediately put it on. You jumped into his arms as well and thanked him over and over again. The night was over and you made your way back into the room with him.

As he promised, he lit the fireplace and you two sat in front of it. He played soft music on the tv as you admired the fireplace. You laughed to yourself, “what’s so funny?” He asks you softly, you turn your head to look at him. “I’m just glad to be with you here,” you fidget with the ring he got you. He kisses you softly, but breaks away after a few seconds. Not wanting to ruin the moment with lust. But you know he respects your desire overall, he would if you wanted it. So you do the only thing you can think of.

You push him onto his back as you crawled into his lap, straddling him.. you lean down to kiss him, igniting your internal fires..

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Play date

Inspired by training wheels by Melanie Martinez, reflections by the neighborhood,

pairing- Yang Jeongin x female reader (As children, teens, adults)

genre- slow burn, childhood friends, fluff(ish), feelings of betrayal, time changes, switch povs.

warnings: heavy kissing, mean nicknames, touching.

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"I don't wanna!" Your left foot stomps heavily to the floor. Your eyebrows furrow and your lower lip pouts out. Resisting heavily to having to go to your mom's friend's house. She sighs as she shakes her head walking away from you. You follow a few steps hesitantly after her, tiptoeing. She lifts you quickly as your legs dangle lazily. She sets you on the cold hard surface of the bathroom counter.

"You'll like it, trust me. She has a son a few months older than you. He's gone to some of our parties." Your nose fringes up as if you smelled something bad. Your arms cross angrily across your chest as you stare at the ground. You tend to always be dragged to places your mom wants to go. You're all the company she has, so you try your best to understand.

"okay.. but can we take my bike? I've been wanting to ride it!" You chirp brightly at her and shoot her your best smile. She can't say no to that smile. She laughs as she brushes your hair aside, you turn to face the mirror. "Alright, but you have to play with the boy. His name is Jeongin." Great.

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The car slowly pulls up the street to your next 5 hours of torture. You sigh as you look back at your sparkly blue bike in the back, perfect for a 7 year old. Although you're a bit nervous. Your mom took off your training wheels, you haven't properly ridden your bike without them. "Excited?" Your mom brings you out of your nervous bubble. You nod your head and put on a smile. The car parks on the curb and your heart flings down to your stomach. You unleash your seat belt and get off the car slowly.

She opens the trunk and takes your bike out of it. It lands on the floor with a bounce as you stare at it. She tilts her head in confusion as to why you are not immediately grabbing it. "Y/n?" You snap your head up to her, she rolls it over to you. You grab the rubber of your bike and roll it as you follow your mom. She straightens her shirt out as she prepares to knock at the door.

Knock, knock. Her hand calmly hits the door. You hear a dog bark as a woman shushes it. Cool, a doggy to play with. The door swings open as a woman in blue, the same color as your bike, chirps a happy greeting to your mom. Her eyes travel down to you, she analyzes you and giggles.

"Well aren't you a beauty, you must be y/n." You lightly nibble at your lower lip as your hands tighten around the bike handle. "Hi.." She giggles at your shyness, her door widens more. "Come in please, the bike can too." Your mother walks in as you struggle a bit getting the bike through the door. You successfully get it inside as you admire the entrance. You always loved to explore houses, and wonder how different their lives are.

You decide to abandon your bike for a bit, it wouldn't hurt anyone. You run quickly to explore and discover a room. The door is open and you decide to stumble inside. It must be the room of the son that lives here. It's filled with action figures and drawings. The sunlight beams in and lights up the stars hanging from the ceiling. The decoration makes it a solar system theme. You touch a toy that's shaped like a planet, a dwarf planet, Pluto. "Who are you?" You stand shook as you've been caught.

You place the toy back and turn to the speaker. A boy around your age stands before you, his arms crossed and an angry expression. You recognize him, like your mom said, he's been to your house for parties. "Exactly what gives you the right to touch MY things?" You bow to him and ask for forgiveness, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snoop." You hear a scoff from him as you look up to a smirk planted on his lips. "I suppose I forgive you.." He tilts his head as he takes a step closer to you. "What's your name, Snoopy?"

Standing closer you notice you're about 2 inches taller than him, you hold back a snort. You sigh and muster up a smile, "Y/n. What's yours, Pluto?" He frowns as he knows you're referring to his height. He sighs as he lets his arm fall lazily, "Jeongin." You nod and look to the hallway then bring your attention back to him. "I brought a bike so.. imma go ride it now." You run away quickly, not bothering to invite him. You couldn't care less about making a friendship with him. You wheeled your bike out the front door and shut the door behind you.

You get a few steps down the driveway when you hear the door open and shut. A pair of footsteps running, then a wild Jeongin appears. He stops before you, panting heavily, staring into your eyes. You frown, "What are you doing?" You blurt out angrily. He smiles and pats down on your bike seat. "I thought you'd like some company." You roll your eyes at him and scoff dramatically. "Do you even know how to ride a bike? One without training wheels?"

He tilts his head curiously, "Do you?" You bite your bottom lip, you haven't tried. You push him aside in anger and bring your right leg up and over the bike. You place your feet on the pedals and get comfortable in your seat. The angled driveway gives you a boost as you roll down the small hill, quickly getting the hang of it. You don't know why you were so scared, it's so easy. You turn around to see Jeongin smiling brightly as the distance between you gets longer and longer. You decide to turn around and make your way back to him.

You stop right in front of him and set your feet on the ground to hold your balance. "See that? Easy." He laughs softly, amused at your remark. "Wanna try?" His expression changes as he takes a sharp breath. His feet kick softly at a pebble as he avoids eye contact. "Do you not know how to ride a bike?" He shakes his head, "Not one without training wheels.." You stay silent for a moment, thinking of what to say. "Well only one way to learn," you hop off your bike and pat on the seat.

His eyes widen as he understands what you mean. He fidgets his fingers together and looks around. “It’s not like I’m asking to be your wife,” you roll your eyes. He’s Hesitating but willing. “Okay,” his voice sounds soft, uneasy. His right leg plops over and he steadies himself into the seat. “I’ll keep my hand on the seat the whole way around, okay?” He look scared and grabs onto your arm, “promise you won’t push me straight to the dirt?” You sigh and roll your eyes, “if you promise me you won’t break away first.”

He successfully pedals about 10 feet when he starts to get anxious. The handles start to move out of control. And the bike goes falling, you and Jeongin with it..

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“That really hurt,” Jeongin pouts as you put a gauze on his wound. “You just have to be more still,” You pout your bottom lip too as he squirms from the pain. “Hold still, almost done.” You place down the applicator and grab a bandaid. It’s a Spider-Man themed one and you gently smooth it out over his knee. “All better,” Without thinking, you place a kiss. You’ve realized what you have done too late.

You look up to a red-tomato Jeongin, he looks the opposite direction and tries to conceal his cheeks with his hand. Well, no point in trying to explain. You grab the first aid kit you acquired from Jeongin’s kitchen and grab a few of bandaids, “Keep bandaids on you, for when you hit the jagged ground.” He takes it reluctantly and shoved them into his shorts pocket. “Now let’s try again.” His eyebrow raises in shock and his mouth slightly opens, “what do you mean again?!”

You walk to the bike and bring it upright, “when you fail, you have to try again.” He sighs deeply and looks to the sky, “what have I gotten myself into?” He walks over and plops on the seat again. He travels farther and farther each time. Resulting in a fall each time but it’s getting better. Just when you thought it was time to stop, he does it. You let go of the seat slowly and he keeps going. He screams happily as the speed picks up, he turns around to see you standing from afar.

You smile at him as he turns to make his way back to you. He stops a foot away from you, panting heavily. “I.. did it.” You smile brightly at him and jump on him. “I knew you could do it, Innie!” You hear him giggle as he gives you hugs back. “Y/n!.. Jeongin!” You hear your mom call you two. You both make way back to the house.

"Time to go honey, say goodbye." You turn to Jeongin and he smiles, "We'll see each other soon." You jump into his arms and hold him tight. "Bye snoopy," You hear him softly laugh into your ear and you smile as you pull away. You turn to his mom and say goodbye to her. Your mother drags your bike into the trunk and you head inside. You're about to pull out of the driveway when Jeongin catches your eye. An almost invisible tear sheds down his cheek. He runs after the car and yells something you couldn't make out.

You didn't know that would be the last time you would see him. At least for a while..

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9 years later.

In just a blink, everything has changed. Today is your birthday, you turn 16. "Are you excited?" Your makeup artist snaps you out of your dazed state. You plaster a smile across your face, "Why wouldn't I be? I'm.. of age now." It's custom in your family line that once you turn 14, you are considered a woman. "And.. all done! Take a look," you glanced at your reflection in the mirror in front of you. "It looks great, thank you. You may leave." Her hand fists up slightly and she turns to leave.

You sit up from the chair and make way to the long mirror. There you stand in a blue gown. Fluffy sleeves hanging off your shoulders and jewels all about it. A corset top that sucked you in to show curves. 'Smile, y/n, be happy.' You manage to squeeze out a smile, but a tear that glides down your cheek gives you away. You hear a rumbling and turn to the commotion. A man falls into the room and the door shuts. You stand there shocked and step back. He groans in pain and rolls on his back to reveal a bloody nose.

You step closer to him, standing above him, "How did you get in here?" His eyes widen and he quickly scrambles to his feet. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to pry. Iwasjustlostandopenedthedoorandthereyouwereand.. Inoticedyouwerecryinganddidn'twannabargein!" You shut your eyes to try to understand what just uttered out of his mouth. "It's fine, I don't mind. I snoop around sometimes too." You walk over to your vanity and grab a tissue, you hold it out to him. "You have a little something.." You point to his nose and he takes it.

He begins to clean his nose when you notice something familiar about him. "Have we met before?" He tilts his head and analyzes you. "We have.. I swear it," you mumble loudly. You step closer to him, only a foot away from him now. He steps back to gain more space but discovers the wall behind him. "You're a little close," his face begins to redden. This snaps your memory. Your mind flashes back to several years ago,

“All better,” Without thinking, I placed a kiss. I’ve realized what I have done too late. I look up to a red-tomato Jeongin, he looks in the opposite direction and tries to conceal his cheeks with his hand.

You step back as he recreates the same motion, concealing his face with his hand. "Jeongin?" He responds to the name as his eyebrow raises. "It's you!" You jump and wrap your arms around him. His hands pause but you hear a small exhale and he finally holds you close. He swings you in his arms. "Y/n," he says as he places you back on the floor. "It's you!" His hands cup your cheeks as he wipes the stray tear off your cheek. "You're so old now," you giggle and pretend to frown.

"Old? Says the one who is older than me." You scoff and pretend to walk away. "Where you going?" He grabs you by your waist and drags you back into him. This makes you feel squirmy in your tummy, it feels like butterflies. You turn to him, his face inches from yours. "Where have you been, hmm?" You feel it again, stronger this time. "Oh, Pluto. I've missed you." He laughs softly at the nickname you've made for him. "I've missed you too, Snoopy."

His scent lures you in, this feeling is so unfamiliar to you. It's like, you want something. "Why were you crying?" He whispers as his forehead leans against yours. You pull away from him, "I guess.. ever since we've seen each other." You sat down on the chair from earlier, "I haven't been happy.." He looks at you with such ache in his eyes, he steps towards you. "Y/n-" He's interrupted by a knock on the door. You both turn to see your mother.

"Oh my, Jeongin! You've grown up!" You smile as she runs over to him. "My, My. Let me look at you." She walks in a circle around him, "Why you've gotten so tall." You giggle a bit and lay your chin against the chair. "Guess I'd have to stop calling you pluto now." He smiles and shakes his head, "I actually quite like it." Oh, how you could get lost in his eyes. You could spend all day looking at him. "Why don't we all go downstairs now. The party's starting!"

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Seems like hundreds of people arrived, a never ending of 'hello's spill out your mouth. You lose sight of Jeongin easy and keep cursing about the people who stop you from looking for him. You had slowly made your way to the dance floor when you got bombarded with people asking you to dance. You couldn't say no as they were already dragging you to dance. You couldn't help but keep an eye out for him. Just when you lost all hope, someone taps on your shoulder.

"Such a chore, isn't it?" You jump from him whispering in your ear. "Jeongin!" You push him away softly. He reaches out his arm, "Care for a dance?" You sigh and take his arm, "Couldn't hurt." Oh, but how it affected you. You make your way to the center as the music starts. His hand curls around your waist and his other hand in yours. His hand around your waist ignites your body. His smile is driving you crazy as he leads your body along with his, perfectly matching the rhythm.

This heat ignites hotter and hotter, his lips inches away from you. You want to feel them so bad, pressed against yours. For his hands to slip elsewhere. Thankfully, the song ends and you bow to each other. "I'm feeling a bit tired. I think I'm going to go up to my vanity room." He catches your arm softly, "can if I go with?"

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God, you wished you had the guts to say no. But, the words slipped out of your mouth before you could've stopped it. 'yes.'

You had plopped down on the cushioned couch you have as soon as you entered the room. "I got you something," he says as he reaches into his pocket. You reluctantly sat up and he handed you a tiny gift box. "What is it?" He sits down next to you, "open it and find out." You untie the bow and slip it off. You lift the top off and you freeze at the item.

I grab the first aid kit I acquired from Jeongin’s kitchen and grab a few of bandaids, “Keep bandaids on you, for when you hit the jagged ground.” He takes it reluctantly and shoved them into his shorts pocket.

"You kept this?" He nods his head. You inhale sharply and stand up. "This dress is too tight, I need to change." You walk into the closet and grab the spare dress in there. "Untie me," you walk to him and turn your back to him. He unties it slowly, his fingers brushing softly on the skin there. You want to lean into his touch but resist doing so. "Turn around and lock the door." He obeys and faces the door, you wait till you hear the click of the lock and slip off the dress.

You pull up the short dress and pull the spaghetti straps on. You walk to your vanity and take off your necklace. "Little help please," he walks slowly and you turn so your back is to him again. He zips up the back of your dress dangerously slow. Once it reaches the top, his hands rest on your waist again. It catches you by surprise and you gasp softly as your hands land on the vanity. "What's wrong?" He comes closer to your body, his hand slides your hair off your shoulder to one side. He leans into your ear, "cat got your tongue?"

You lean your head to the side, just begging for his lips to land there. You're rewarded as his lips attach to your neck, your body jolts at the sudden feeling. His soft lips create a chain leading up your neck. You can't help but let a noise of relief leave you. His hand slightly tightens around your waist and you begin to be impatient. You turn to face him and jump on the counter. You wrap your legs around his back and pull him into you. Holding onto his face, you attach his lips into yours.

The feeling of his body and lips finally so close to you is so gratifying. Your body is hungry, and you want more. He groans into the kiss and tangles his hand into your hair. He leans his body forward onto you, his hands placed on the desk behind you. You feel his belt pressed up against you and feel the great pleasure it brings. Your hips begin to move as the friction ignites a glow. "Mm, baby?" You nod your head, half-listening, "That's not my belt."

Your eyes open and look down to see his hard-on poking a tent in his pants. "Oh.." His eyes look at you with such hunger, it's so captivating. "Well, do you wanna stop?" He shakes his head, "No." He continues the kiss and you begin to move your hips again. He starts to groan into the kiss more and more. It sends a tingle through your body each time. "Y/n." He breaks away again. "Am I allowed to do something to you?" You tilt your head curiously, "What do you mean?"

He picks you up, he sets you down on the couch. Your legs are spread as he lays in between them. His hand lays on your shoulder, "Can I touch you?" You nod your head and smile, you find it sweet he's asking for permission. His hand drags down your collarbones, in between your breasts, your stomach and stops right before he hits it. "Even here? Can I?" You think about it for a second then nod.

His hand disappears under your skirt and drags down your panties.

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Felix alternate ending

Contains: smut, unprotected sex,

(Read from chapter 12 for understanding! 18+ mature content ahead!)

"So, what are you doing for today?" I look towards Felix who was just standing there, staring at us.

I stood quiet. Why am I feeling like this. Shouldn't I be happy? I mean, Im going on a date with Lee know. Shouldn't I be jumping with joy? But why do I feel like I'm making the wrong choice. That the person standing next to me, isn't the one. Felix. My heart aches for him. I can't bare it.

"We're going out," Lee know says as he puts an arm around me. I peer up at him and see he has a small smirk, Like he's claiming his territory. I watch Felix eyes burn across our bodies in confusion. I pull away softly and smile at him, not daring to look at Lee know. A silence goes between us for a while until Felix breaks it. "Can I tag along?" I rush to speak before lee know can, "yes, you can. We're not doing anything big anyways."

"You guys are going out?" Hyunjin says from behind us. I turn around completely separating from Lee know. I nod my head and look up at Felix, pulling into the temptation. To admire his freckles that I wish I could touch one more time. "That sounds fun," I glance over at lee know. He's not looking at me, but at the floor. Rocking back and forth on his feet. "I should go and get ready then." I say to everyone and they nod their head.

I leave then to run over to my room. I shut the door quickly and walk into my closet. I begin to think as I change my clothes and sit down on my desk. What did I just do? Lee know wanted this to be a date and I invited Felix to go with us. How am I going to explain myself. I thought that lee know was what my heart wanted, but I was wrong. I want Felix. There's no doubt in that. Leaning back in my chair as I hear a knock on my door. I turn around and Felix enters. "Hey." I stare at him for a couple seconds. "Hey," a smile squeezes out on my lips. "I couldn't help but notice um," he closes the door behind him. He clears his throat, "lee know and you.. are you guys together?"

I didn't say anything. I couldn't, my throat felt as if a frog was inside blocking all my words. So I did the only thing I could, I shook my head no. "Well how do you explain him coming out of your room early in the morning? And uh that." He motions to the hickeys on my neck. Crap. I nibbled on the inside of my cheek, "you noticed that, huh?" I get up slowly, "honestly I don't know what I'm doing either." His eyes crease, he's listening.

"I thought that this was I wanted, being with lee know I mean. But I don't think I was right," I paused. His eyes flickered for a second, he gulped. "So? What is it that you want.. truly want?" My heart sinks, how can I do this? I'm breaking lee knows heart. Felix takes steps towards me. His hand lifts my chin up, "tell me." His breath is minty fresh, I want him so bad. My eyes water, "isn't it obvious? It's you, lix." His thumb rubs away my tear as it fell. "That's all I ever wanted to hear."

His forehead falls on mine, his eyes looking deep into mine. My heart feels so full but at the same time, it hurts for Lee know. I need to make this right. "I need to tell Lee know," he nods his head. "Will you be okay?" His hands calm me down, stroking softly on my cheeks. "Yes, I need to do this. I need to, I want to be with you." He smiles big, his eyes crease. "And I want to be with you." He leans in to kiss me, our lips finally connecting. This is it, this feeling. My heart bursting with joy. Our lips separate as I sigh heavily, "see you soon." ~

I walk over to lee knows room and knock on the door. I hear shuffling and footsteps, the door whooshes open. I see him standing there with wet hair, he had just showered. "Were you crying?" That's the first thing he noticed about me, which means he really cares. I just walk in, complete silence. I sit down on his bed and look at him. He shuts the door, he knows. I can see it in his eyes. "Don't." I sigh, "Lee know." "No." I can see his eyes water a bit. My heart shatters as I see it and he turns away. I get up and try to get his attention. I reach for his arm and he pulls away harshly, "how could you! After all of this? After all we've done?!"

Tears are falling down both of our cheeks. I cover my mouth to hide a sob from leaving. "I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry, Leeknow!" He shakes his head at me, "you're not. You really aren't." He turns to open the door to leave but I grab onto his arm. I fall to my knees, begging him not to go. I can't stop the tears from falling. "F-forgive me.. forgive me please." He stifles a sob back, "I love you, Love." My heart shatters at his words. He bites his lip, "but you don't.." he bends down to my level. "I'll be okay. Just let me go." I let go of him reluctantly, accepting defeat. "It'll take me a while but, I'll forgive you."

His hand cups my cheek, his hand feels slightly cold. "I promise," he kisses my cheek, catching my tear that was falling. And with that. He leaves the room. I clutch onto my chest and more silent sobs come out. I'm truly sorry, leeknow. But it needed to be done.

The door opens as I see familiar shoes standing before me. I slowly look up and see Felix, he doesn't say anything as he quickly hugs me. He rocks me back and forth in his arms, comforting me. "It'll be okay," he whispers. I look up at him, he shushes me. "It's time to go," he lifts me up. But we don't head for my room or his. He leads me out the dorm and into the car. He shuts the door behind me as he goes to the drivers seat. "Where are we going?" I ask him and he shakes his head, "you'll find out."

We arrive at a bar and I look at him confused. I get off the car and he holds my hand. "I'm not exactly in a party mood," I grumble to him. He laughs softly, "come on. It'll be fun. Just like how we met." I laugh a bit as the memory haunts me. He leads me inside, tightly holding my hand. A see a familiar group of girls, my girls. I scream in excitement and run to then. They all hug onto me tightly as we exchange our greetings. Soyeon raises her eyebrow as she notices Felix behind me. "Who's this?" His arm wraps around my shoulders, "her boyfriend." My eyes widen at his words and she smiles big. "Well nice to meet you and you two need to get a drink." She runs over to the bar and gets a tray of shot glasses.

She offers one to me and I take it. Then she offers one to Felix but he declines, "I drove but thank you."she nods her head and picks one up. We all cheers and swallow it quickly. The burning sensation down my throat brings back memories. I really have missed them. The alcohol starts to get to my head and I take another shot. I quickly feel foggy and make my way over to Felix, "let's dance!" I grab his arm and pull him over to the dance floor. He smiles as his arms roam around my body as I move. My head gets full of the atmosphere, getting lost in it. The music so loud that it could make your ears bleed.

I turn to Felix, wrapping my arms around his neck. I kiss him softly as he smiles into it. "Glad to see you're having fun!" He has to yell so I could hear him. I giggle as I nod my head. "Imma go to the bathroom." I pout as I glare at him. Then my expression changes as I get an idea. He tilts his head to the side and shakes his head,"What?" I pull his body close to mine, his groin touching mine. I lean over to his ear, "can I join?" He pulls away from me, his lip smirking slightly. "Don't be dirty," I grab his face and force him to look at him. "Are you really gonna say no to me?" His tongue moves around the inside wall of his mouth then he rolls his eyes. "Anything my princess wants."

That's all I needed to hear. I quickly grab onto his hand and lead him over to the bathroom. We rush and push our way past the crowd. The bathroom has no line nor is it occupied. We quickly rush inside and lock it, not caring if anyone saw us. I quickly jump onto the corner as he comes over to me, body between my thighs. Our mouths quickly attach, craving each other desperately. I claw at his shirt as I need him badly. His body grinds against mine, increasing the lust. "Fuck, I need you so badly lixie."

"Oh, you need me baby?" He teases me, causing me to get flustered. "Show me how much you need me," he pulls his body off of mine. I catch him before he completely walks away. "Please," I grab his hand and lead it under my skirt. I drag his fingers against my soaked panties. "You feel that? I need you so much, lixie." His finger hooks inside my panties and he lets it go as it snaps back harshly. "You drive me crazy," our mouths connect once again. He turns me around and my hands land on the sink.

He tears at the fabric on my panties and pulls it off. He rips off his pants and lines up to me. I let out a moan as I feel his tip enter. I slump over the sink as he eases into me. "Fuck, you feel so good." He begins to thrust up into me, making me a moaning mess. I claw at the sink before me as he gets more aggressive. His thrusts are sharp and long, my insides turning to mush. "So dirty." He whispers into my ear, goosebumps rising all over my body. My mouth wide open as whimpers and moans fall out.

I begin to clench hard around him as he grunts out. His movements becoming more slow as I continue to clench. "So tight, baby. Relax. I got you." He reassured me as I try my best to stop clenching. It just feels so good that I can't control myself. I feel a knot in my tummy but I can't seem to be able to form the words. I look at Felix through the mirror and tell him through my eyes. He notices as immediately start to speed up. My body starts to pull away from him at the sudden explosion of pleasure. He pulls me back and keeps me steady, trying to make sure I finish.

"Felix!" I manage to yell out as the knot unravels quickly. My upper body shakes weakly as I can't hold myself up. Felix catches me as I slump into his arms. He kisses my head as he pulls out. He pulls my dress down and turns me around to sit on the counter. "Thank you," I mumble out and he smiles. He pecks my lips as whispers back, "you're welcome, baby." His words make my tummy get butterflies. "You can't leave now." I laugh at his words. "Wasn't planning on it, boyfriend." ~

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Lee know as tsundere

-Pairing: Vampire!Lee know x Vampire!f.reader

-Chapter warnings: switch povs, cussing, slow burn ish? Ex gets in the way(Felix), mixed feelings, fighting/gore, marking/hickeys, sweet praises, slight stalking, manipulation, kidnapping, nicknames, unprotected sex, hair pulling.

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"I've always felt empty. Until there was you."

Life was boring, dull, cold and dark. Everyday felt the same. Until a particular girl saved me. She saw something in me..

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Everyday was pretty normal for you. Nothing big or drama had been in your life. It was quiet. Until someone had messed up all that quiet. Your ex, Lee Felix. Sure it’s been a while since you two broke things off. But how it ended always messes with you. Never got reassurance. He broke it off saying ‘it’s the best if we don’t be together’ leaving just like that. You live in the same town. Occasionally bumping into each other thanks to how small the town is.

But honestly deep down. You still have feelings for him. He came exactly when you needed him. He saved you. Now you walk pass each other like strangers. Always seeing him on your way to work.. But there was another reason why you were so obsessed with him. In this world, vampires roam. Not the kind that can be harmed by sunlight, garlic or holy water. They hide in plain sight. The way they feed is the same, blood. But they can control themselves easily.

Usually vampires turn other people to feel less lonely, since they are immortal. But you never did, you won't. Unless you had to. Like if someone was dying. Vampires have super strength, super speed, regeneration and mind control. But you were different, you could move any form of liquid and form it into anything you want. You basically are the top of the food chain in the Vampire world.

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‘God will this light ever let me cross?’ You think. You’re stuck at a sidewalk, waiting for the lights to change so you could cross. You go on your phone for a bit, just so the time can pass by faster. Sooner or later a crowd starts to fill the area. You hate crowds. People always seem to not notice you and bump into you. That's not what happens when you're in a room filled with fellow vampires.

Until someone really fucked up. You out your phone back in your pocket. Deciding that you were getting bored of it. You look around the crowd behind you. So many people.. until the guy standing next to you catches your eye. He looks around your age, maybe a little older. Brown hair and lightly tan skin. Eyes that could make you melt. The top lip is slightly more pouty than the bottom. Just then you watch a man bump into the guy next to you, hard. He ends up dropping his phone, onto the street.

You watch as he sighs loudly as he goes to grab it. You see out of the corner of your eye a car losing control and swerving crazily. The car is coming alarmingly fast towards the man. At the last second you use your speed, you jump and push him out the way. The car flies right by you two and back onto the road. Luckily it didn’t hit anyone.

You landed on the guy and are on top of him. You look down at him and see he looks confused. “Are you okay?!” You ask him. His eyes are lost as he nods his head yes. You get off him quickly and everyone starts to crowd around you two. You help him get up and grab his phone from off the floor. “Please next time, be aware of your surroundings.” You tell him as you hand him his phone.

He takes it and you feel a shock from your fingers grazing along each other. You look at him and see a leaf in his hair. You smile and laugh lightly to yourself. “Here, lemme help you.” You raise your hand and take the leaf out of his hair. You make eye contact for a couple seconds. ‘His eyes are so pretty.’ You think. They have a thousand stars in them. “Thank you.” That’s the first thing he’s said this whole time. You smile at him.

“No problem.. are you sure you’re okay?” You ask him once again. He nods his head and smiles. His smile is gorgeous. His eyes crinkle up and he looks so pure. You look down at the phone in his hand. It’s broken there’s no way he’ll be able to use it. “Uh, do you wanna use my phone? Yours looks broken so, you’re free to use mine.” He looks down at his phone and tilts his head. As if he only just noticed it now that it’s shattered.

“Right um.. could I use it real quick? Just to make a phone call.” You nod your head yes and hand him your phone. He takes it, another shock comes from your hands touching. He dials a number and raises the phone to his ear. You hear the voicemail voice talk and he hangs up. He sighs heavily, "Guess I won't get a ride home." He hands the phone back to you and you put it in your pocket.

"Wait, you're bleeding." He points at your arm and you quickly hide it. "I'm fine," he grabs your arm that was tucked away and reveals nothing. "See? I'm fine." He looks at you confused and takes a step back. "I swear I saw a cut. You were bleeding." You shoot him a weird look and begin to gaslight him, "Maybe you hit your head too hard." You turn to cross the street, "Get home safe, okay?" And with that, you leave.

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I'm not crazy. I know that. I saw a cut on her arm, I know it. I look down on the street and see a puddle of blood. Then I notice on my broken phone, a smear of blood as well. I knew it. But how did the cut disappear in a matter of seconds? Who is she? I have to follow her. I have to know who she is, what she is.

It gets dark fast, she hasn't noticed me yet. I'm keeping a good distance from her. She walks to the rich side of the city, full of mansions and fields. I keep hiding behind bushes and trees right before she turns around. We arrive at a mansion where a party is going on, the music raging.

I watch her walk straight in, I can't go through the entrance without being caught. I'll have to go through the side. I make my way around the fence and to the side of the mansion. I crawl over to a window and see her inside. In a room where there are only 10 people, it's quiet, secluded from the rest of the party. The window is slightly open and I can hear the conversation.

"Enjoying the party, y/n?" A man with pale yellow hair with freckles asks her. Y/n? So, that's your name. "Not really," she huffs out as she keeps a distance from him. He pouts at her and attempts to put an arm around her, "Aww, you just need someone to drink." Did he say someone?

She pushes his arm off her and he laughs, "Still mad at me?"She rolls her eyes and his hand goes up as he motions for someone to come over. A frightened looking girl, around the age of 18, appears. "Don't you look tasty," the man strokes the side of her face. Her eyes begin to water, "please, don't hurt me." He laughs in her face and aggressively chokes her, "You're in no position to speak!" He twists her around and bites into her neck, my eyes widen. I fall back as I watch him suck the life out of her, her body stills and he shoves her to the ground.

I look at y/n and see the look of disgust on her face, "Really? This is your idea of partying, Felix?" That's his name, Felix. She kicks the side of the girl and gets no response. "You sucked her clean," she sits down onto the couch next to her. "Don't worry, we'll find you someone to drink." She leans against her hand and crosses her legs, "I'm waiting." I feel a hand on my shoulder and I quickly turn around. A man swings at me and I black out.

"Wakey, wakey," the blonde man appears in front of me. I startle awake and sit up. To find my hands tied together with rope. My head is pounding and I realize i'm sitting on the floor in front of 5 people, one of them is y/n and Felix. The man who knocked me out sits there as well, "you're a bold one. Following y/n all the way here," Felix sits in front of me with an amused smirk. "Did you really think she wouldn't notice? Your smell gave you away," he gets up and stands before me.

"Who are you people?" My voice is stern, thankfully. They all start laughing except y/n, "Isn't it obvious, we're vampires." I stared at them, I already knew that. "I'm Felix, that's Chan, Hyunjin, Changbin and y/n, who've you already met." The one who knocked me out is Changbin, he is clearly the strongest out of all of them.

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"So, what's your name, pretty boy?" He stays silent, glaring at Felix. "Speak!" Felix screams and his voice echoes slightly throughout the room. He sighs heavily, "Lee know," you feel your dead heart flutter. So, that was his name all along? It suits him. Felix crouches down to his level, "So, lee know, what's going to happen now is," He pauses as he grabs his chin. "My friend, y/n, is going to suck you dry now." Your hearts sinks as you hear his words, but you keep your cool.

"Why don't we just erase his memories," you begin to reason. Felix turns and smirks at you, "Where's the fun in that." He gets up and stands in front of you, tilting his head, "I promised you someone to suck. Here you go." You flash him a fake smile and push him aside, you walk slowly to Lee Know. Chan and Changbin pick him up and hold him still. You don't want to, you really don't want to. But if you don't, Felix will.

"I'm sorry," you whisper into his ear as you place your hands around his neck. You command your fangs to release and plunge into his neck. He resists heavily but is held down by the two men. His painful screams fill the room's air. You repeat in your mind, 'i'm sorry, i'm so sorry. I don't wanna do this.' Although you are doing it.

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The pain is excruciating. I feel all the blood in my veins being sucked out. I can feel my heart slow down. I scream and plead as loud as I could, begging for her to stop. My body begins to feel cold and suffocating. My eyes get heavy and I can't fight off the sleep. Blackness is all I see now.

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His body lays limp now as you pull away. Two holes on the side of his neck, from where your fangs sank into him. You wipe your mouth clean of his blood, you don't feel too upset. 'I hope you survive' you think as he's carried out. After a couple minutes, they come back and state that they threw his body onto the street. Leaving him for a stranger to discover the body.

You leave to the bathroom, you stare at yourself in the mirror. You feel tears form in your eyes and you let one fall. 'Please, be alive.' You repeat in your head. Although, you didn't know him, he was innocent. He didn't do anything wrong, and yet you still did what you did. You hear the door swing open next to you and Felix is standing there. He scoffs as he shuts the door behind him.

"I never asked to be like this, you forced it upon me." He walks over to you, looking at you through the mirror as he shushes you. "Feeling sorry for him?" He brushes your hair to one shoulder, you know where this is going. "He didn't deserve you anyway," his cold lips press against your neck, his hands on your waist. "He didn't get a chance," he hums against your skin which causes you to get annoyed. You push him off which causes him to get angry, "Don't pretend you don't like it." You raise your voice at him, "I don't! I wanted him, I wanted Lee Know." He growls, "You had him and you sucked him dry! If you were smart, you would've turned him!"

You shut up now, he's right. You should've turned him. "Forget about him, you have me." He attempts to pull you back in but you resist, "Get off!" You run out the bathroom and leave the mansion, heading home where you should've been all along.

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I wake up, my eyes slowly open. My head is on the floor, my arms above me. A perfectly dead position. I'm so thirsty. My teeth hurt and my body radiates with something un-human. I heard a shuffle of footsteps approaching my side, "Are you okay? Do you need help?" My body moves on its own and in a flash, I have this man in a choke-hold against the wall. "I'm.. so.. thirsty." I feel something grow out of my teeth and is sharp, my body reacts fast as I bite his neck. I suck as the blood becomes addicting, I don't stop until the screams stop. His screams. I back away as I see his eyes lifeless and his body falls to the floor. Did I just suck his blood? I look at my hands, did I turn into a vampire?

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You watch the mansion burn before your eyes. Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin and Felix are burning inside. It's the only way to kill them. You did it, finally. You're free. You walk off and begin to walk home, in the dark. You begin to laugh to yourself as you replay the night. You knocked them out successfully and set the whole place on fire. It was too easy. Revenge which you've been planning the last 7 months, ever since they made you kill Lee Know.

You're walking past an alleyway when you hear something, then you smell it. Blood. Someone's dying. You run inside and see a body on the floor. You reach them and touch their body, you hear their heart stop. "No, no." You mutter under your breath as you sit next to the body. You hear a cling then a cold, metal wraps around your wrist. You look at it confused and then another wraps around the other. You get launched back further into the alley and land on your back. You land with a thud and you quickly get on your feet, preparing to fight whoever pulled you.

You hear a swoosh behind you then next to you, then above you. You spot the body and the pool of blood around them, you concentrate as you warp it into a knife. You summon it to your hand and get ready. You hear someone land behind you, "Didn't know you could do that." You know that voice. Lee know. You turn quickly and there he is. You could faint. "You're alive.." You mumble softly, you slowly approach him. "You're alive," you smile in relief as your eyes fill with water.

You softly touch his cheek, his eyes mesmerized on you. "Thank god," now both your hands are placed on his cheeks. His expression changes, turning dark quickly, he grabs your neck, holding you against the wall while he holds your knife to your neck. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you," you're paralyzed. You scream out, "I killed them!" He lets you go after several seconds. You breathe heavily from being choked, "I killed all of them. Burned them alive."

"I believe you," he drops the knife on the floor and it returns to a puddle of blood. You listen and hear no heartbeat coming from him, "You're a vampire." You finally realize. He nods his head, "You turned me." You fall to your knees, your head falls in your hands. "I'm so sorry, I didn't want this for you." It's quiet, silent. He leans down and pulls your hands away, "I know, but it still happened." He wipes the tear from your cheek. "I mean, there are some perks." You look at him confused, not knowing what he means. He laughs, "Come on. Let's go to my place."

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He lives in an apartment, it’s cozy. You walk in, the kitchen is on your left and ahead of you is the living room. You notice it’s a mess on the counter, garlic, water and wood. "What's all this?" You say picking up a piece of garlic. He laughs to himself, "I wanted to know what kind of weaknesses I have." You giggle softly as you lay it down, “our only weakness is poison and fire.” He nods his head in understanding. You walk into the living room and scan the surroundings, he’s a reader. You walk past a bookshelf filled with books. A big mirror next to the tv, what’s that for?

You touch the cold hard surface and look over to lee know, “what’s this for?” He walks over with two wine glasses and a bottle of white wine, unopened. “Uh well, I’m a dancer. I use it to monitor myself.” Oh. So, that’s what it is for. You had much more dirtier thoughts since the couch directly faces it. He sits down and places the glasses down. You sit next to him as he pours it for you, he hands you a glass and you gladly accept.

You take a sip and start to get curious, “so.. what did you mean being a vampire has its perks?” He pauses as he sets the glass he was holding down. “Well everything is enhanced, I’m faster, stronger..” he pauses as he notices how you’re staring at him. You smile as you break away and put the glass down. “Higher sex drive,” your eyes shoot to his thighs, you hadn’t noticed how firm they were. Definitely a dancer bod, you analyze his clothing. Slightly baggy but you can tell he’s fit. “You done?” Your eyes shoot to his, you cringe internally on how you were caught daydreaming about him.

“Sorry,” you whisper as you turn your head back to the mirror, getting lost in your lustful thoughts. Imagine him pounding into you as he watches you through the mirror, being a moaning pathetic mess for him. “No need to be sorry,” his hand moves your face by your chin. “What were you thinking about, hm?” You get shy as he is getting closer now, so dominant. His eyes flicker to the mirror then back on you. His mouth leans over to your ear, “were you thinking about me fucking you in front of the mirror?” You feel the heat pool inside your panties as you feel yourself getting wetter by the second. “Do you want me to?” He places a sweet kiss on your soft neck, causing a gasp that sounds more like a whimper to leave you.

“Sounds like you want me to,” he nibbles softly on the skin. Making your eyes roll back at the feeling, it’s been so long since you had sex. You missed it. He begins sucking and you know that he’s making beautiful markings all over your neck. “Mm, lee know,” you moan out which makes him chuckle against your skin. “You sound so pretty, Kitten.” This new pet name does something to you. Your nails dig into your palms as you resist ripping off both your clothes. You bite your lower lip to keep the noises down which makes him annoyed. He pushes you down on your back, your head laying on the couch armrest.

“I wanna hear you, don’t hold back.” His arms lift up his shirt, revealing a set of abs. Your mouth drops slightly open at the beautiful sight in front of you. All yours. You can’t help but run your hand down his body, admiring it. His hand tugs at the bottom of your shirt, “take that off for me, baby.” You quickly obeyed as you ripped it off. His hand grips on the waistband of your pants, his eyes ask for permission. You nod your head, giving consent. His hands swiftly rip off your pants, leaving you in your panties.

He attaches your lips back together, his hand smooths over the wet spot on your panties. You feel your face flush hot and redden. "So wet," he mumbles against your lips. "Do something about it," you respond back eagerly, causing him to smirk along your lips. "Happily," he moves you quickly around. Your hands now placed on the couch's armrest, your body exposed to him while you watch him in the mirror. His body creeps over yours, his hand snakes down the front of your body. It slips down into your panties and finds your sensitive bud with ease.

The sensation makes your thighs tense up and your mouth to fly open to let your moans escape you. The pleasure so great and makes you beg and beg. You clench around nothing repeatedly wishing he was in you right now. Your nails dig into the soft material as you look deeply into his eyes. His eyes dark and concentrated onto you. You begin to squirm as you chase your high, so desperately wanting it. "Fuck, I can't take it." His hand falls as he pulls down your panties.

You fall limp on the ledge as you were just denied an orgasm. You whine as you turn to see him quickly unbuckling his pants. You get ready as you hear his zipper and push yourself up on your hands. You feel him edge into you and let a whimper like moan out. You feel so full with him inside you and when he begins to thrust, you're in heaven. Your eyes roll back and you thank god for giving him a higher sex drive. Which causes him to last way longer. "Fuck, baby." He whimpers out which causes a harsh pulse in your cunt.

You like hearing these noises. His hand pulls your body straight up so he can kiss you. The sinful noises and skin slapping doesn't faze you two. You reach your hand back into his hair and tug softly on it. He bites softly at your bottom lip, tugging on it softly. You have to pull away when you feel a cramp in your belly, knot-like. You finally reach bliss and he doesn't snatch it away. To help he starts to rub circles on your clit causing you to squirm and scream. "You're doing so good, kitten." He coos at you. You begin to feel overstimulated and grab his wrist. But he doesn't stop until your fluids drip all over the fabric of his couch.

He finally removes his hand and you fall onto your stomach. "We're not done, kitten." He yanks on your hair to reveal your face. He bends down to your ear, "Look at you." He grabs the bottom of your chin to look at your face in the mirror. "So beautiful, and all mine." Your lipstick is ruined and makeup smeared from sweat and tears. You hadn't realized tears had begun to fall. He begins to pound into you once more, pain mixed with pleasure. You don't resist so he can chase his high. You fully look at him through the mirror. His hair is all messy, chest rising up and down from how heavily he was breathing, eyebrows furrowed. Eyes hooded, full of lust and bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

What a sight. He lets out a loud moan as he pulls out of you quickly. You feel the white hot liquid drip onto your thighs. You let your body fall and relax as you shut your eyes. Exhausted.

You open your eyes and touch the unfamiliar sheets around you. You turn your head to lee know gazing upon you lovingly. You're confused, you fell asleep? Vampires don't sleep. "Confused?" You sit up and cover yourself, it's chilly. You touch his arm and it's warm, odd. Vampires are supposed to be cold to the touch. "What's happening?" He kisses your cheek as he pulls you close. "We broke it." You raise your eyebrows at him, "Broke what?" He leans in slowly, placing a kiss on your lips, "the vampire curse.."

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Jeongin Alternate ending

From fanfic (read from ch.10 for understanding!)

Warnings: nicknames, smut, unprotected sex, coming inside, creampie, choking, fingering, oral (f. rec), saying ‘I love you.’

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I get ready for bed and change into a baggy t-shirt and decide to just wear my panties. I want to go grab a water bottle from the kitchen but don't wanna out on shorts because I'm comfy. I decide to just quickly go and grab it. When I walk out I see Lee know sleeping on the couch. He might be cold.. Whatever. Still mad at him. I quickly grab my water bottle and open it when walking back to my room. While slurping on the cold tasteless liquid, I bump into a silhouette causing the liquid to fall all over my shirt and mouth.

"Crap! You scared me!" Jeongin screams out. I look at him annoyance as I am the one who is currently standing in a puddle. "You little-" I raise my hand to smack him as he flinched but I pulled away reluctantly. I groaned past him and into the bathroom, the flick of the light makes it a yellowish color inside. I grab a towel and begin to dry ny neck and collarbones. I see that Jeongin is standing behind me in the mirror but, I didn't realize how intensely he was staring at me. Or should I say, my revealing clothing. Maybe wearing no bra with a white shirt wasn't a good idea.

"Pervert!" He jumps at my yelling, his cheeks begin to flush. He covers his mouth to hide a smile, "what? I wasn't doing anything.." I glare at him intensely and dry my hair with the towel. "Right.." He giggles about something but I ignore it. Next thing I know, my legs fail me and I catch myself on the sink. He had kicked the back of my knee to make me fall and succeeded. "Yah!" I yell out but, he has already disappeared. I shake my head and drag the towel out with me to chase him down. I barge into his room and lock the door so he can't escape. I throw the semi-wet towel over his head and tackle him.

We wrestle around for a bit until he accepts defeat, "okay, okay! I give up!" I get off of him, laying down the pillow I acquired from his bed. He puffs out smoke in my direction as he sits up, we always used to sneak around to smoke with each other in secret. I decide to change into clothing that's not see through and steal one of his hoodies. I giggle as I lay down next to him and take a puff to get a light high. I hear a ding from his phone and he gets up to look at it. His face turns into a concerned look, his brows furrowed. "Have you seen this?" He walks over to me and holds out the phone for me to see. An article, I grab it out of his hands and begin to read it. "How? How did they find out?!" He shakes his head and shrugs his shoulder. I set the phone down and my head goes in my hands. This is going to be a big headache. I take another long smoke.

"Hey," he sits down next to me and runs gently on my back. "You didn't become a member because we know each other or that we dated. You became one because you have amazing talent. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise." I sigh heavily, "they even know about cha eunwoo. It was supposed to stay a secret." His hands move off my back. "What do you mean? Is it true? You were in an arranged marriage?" I collapse onto my back and stare up at his ceiling. He always has a perfect aesthetic in his room, like when he was young. A projector lights up the ceiling with stars.

"Was. Past tense. It's a long story.." it goes silent for a couple moments. "Well I'm listening. I like stories." He smiles lightly, exposing one of his dimples. I sigh and begin, "it was before we, you know, broke up. The reason why I was moving away, the marriage." He nods his head, listening very intensely. "They threatened that they would do stuff to you and your family if I told you what was happening. So, the only logical reason was to break up with you." He isn't looking at me anymore, but at his hands.

"Cha eunwoo declined the marriage after multiple negotiations due to the reason that I had a boyfriend and am already so called 'dirty.' My parents let it go and let me pursue to be a trainee." He finally looks at me again when I grabbed his hand. "I'm sorry that I kept all this from you. You didn't deserve it." He looks down again, his eyes seem sad. His lips look like he wants to confess something, like that day he told me his feelings. That little quiver and stutter.

"I'm still glad it happened though," I look at him confused. He blows out another cloud of smoke. "It made me cherish our memories more. Made me appreciate you more." He moves my loose hair behind my ear, his lips so close. I move away slowly, fidgeting with my fingers.

"That song was beautiful, you know?" Right, the song I wrote about us. "It brought back a lot of good memories. Our memories." What's with all this talk about the past? I get it. He never got proper closure but we have to move on at some point. I stay quiet, having no words to respond.

"Jeongin.. why do you keep talking about the past." His eyes. They're staring right into mine, making me feel paralyzed. "I think I'm still in love with you." My eyes soften and I glance down at his hands, his beautiful hands. "Don't be." I walk away from him, not facing him anymore.

"Why? There's nothing stopping us now." I rack my brain, trying to think of an excuse. Guess the smoke is finally getting to me causing me to not be able to think straight. I hear him get up and feel his hand on my arm. "Look at me," I turn to face him. Our height difference huge that I have to look up at him. Has it always been like this?

"Don't you miss this?" He caresses my hand and I relax it, his hold softly holds onto mine. "Don't you miss me?" His other hand grabs my chin softly. My eyes travel to his lips, how I wish our lips could connect once more. "Don't you want me, baby?" My eyes shut at that nickname seeping from his lips. I have always been weak for his pet names for me.

I shake my head no, even though, I know I do. My head says no, that I don't miss him. But my heart says yes, that I want him by my side forever. To never make the mistake of letting him go again. A never ending battle inside my mind.

"You sure? Can you still resist me if I kiss you?" I open my eyes, he's inches away now. He smirks, "Come on. A few kisses won't hurt, right?" I think he's going to kiss me but instead his head slides down to my neck. His lips attach there, the sensation making me feel woozy. His hand loosely travels up my thigh and plants itself onto my waist. He pulls my body close to his, my breathing quickly starts to get heavy. I bite back a whimper when I feel his teeth lightly graze along my skin. It's been too long since we've been like this.

He leads us onto his desk, my butt lightly grazes against it. Which makes me sit down on the desk. My hand travels up on its own into his hair, the other holding on to his shirt for dear life. "We shouldn't be doing this," I mumble while he laughs lightly. "It seems like you're enjoying it," I wince at the pain of feeling a bruise form, sucking onto my skin. It's true. I am enjoying it. "I've missed this so much." I realize I've spoken aloud, I wasn't thinking straight. He makes me lose focus so easily. His lips move off my skin, now looking deeply into my eyes. "Oh, yeah?" His hand forces my legs to spread open, his lips place a kiss onto mine. Soft and delicate.

"You've missed me, baby?" His fingers graze along my covered clit through my panties, making my body jerk forward. Fuck it. Might as well.. "fuck yes, I've missed you so much, Innie." I pull him close to me, my hands wrapped around his neck. Our lips quickly attach, passionate and making me ache for him. "I can tell," he mumbles against my lips. "So wet," he rubs softly against my clit, making my cheeks heat up and causing me to whimper. I have to separate from his lips to breathe.

"God it's been so long since I've heard those noises," he slips my panties to the side. His finger slowly slips in, entering me deliciously. "Innie," I moan out in relief that he's finally giving in to pleasure me. I close my eyes, focusing on the pleasure. My body tenses up as he quickly goes in and out of me. My noises slipping out of me like crazy. My grip getting stronger and stronger. "I need a taste, baby."

I don't understand what he meant at first, but when he pulled his fingers out of me and his head slowly started to lower. I knew what he meant. I feel his breath on my entrance, making shivers go up my spine. His hands spread my legs open more but I settle one of them onto his shoulder. "Fuck," I heard him whisper. He licks a stripe up my cunt making me squirm and moan out. He slowly begins to lick and suck on my clit, my hand tangled into his hair. I tug on it softly as my back arches a bit.

He adds one of his fingers to increase the pleasure, curling inside me deeply. Due to his fingers being long and skilled, it deeply affects me. I can't seem to form any words as I can feel a knot in my tummy. My moans and whimpers are all he needs to hear. He pulls away from me suddenly, making me annoyed. "Why'd you stop? I was soo close!" I pout at him as he stands up and just smiles. "I want you to cum around me," I hear the buckle of his belt. He undoes his belt, letting it fall gracefully to the floor. A click of his pants unbuttoning, I can feel my mouth water.

I remember the feeling of him inside of me. So thick and long that I was scared it wouldn't fit. When his pants and boxers fall to the ground, I whimper out at the sight. I ache so bad for him. "Like what you see?" He teases while I nod my head. He comes closer, making me more eager and excited by the second. My arms quickly wrap around his neck once again to pull him into a kiss. "I don't have a condom," he tells me against my lips. I smirk, "does it look like I care?" I begin to stroke him softly, causing him to groan as his mouth opens slightly.

His hips jerk forward as he keeps his eyes on my cunt. I give in as I slide him against my folds, making it wet and smooth to enter. He pushes his hips and I feel him enter me deliciously. "Here we go," his head falls slightly back and his eyes roll back in pleasure. I whimper out at his size as he starts to thrust in and out of me. I quickly tug on his hair as my body bounces up. The sounds of our moans and skin slapping fill the room. I want to do something new with him, but I'm nervous. Will he judge me?

I focus on my own needs and just grab his hand. I grip it to my neck and force it to squeeze, choking me slightly. He looks at me curiously, "didn't know you liked this." He squeezes slightly harder, a loud whimper leaves my throat. "You like being treated like a slut?" He whispers in my ear, he bites softly on it. "Fuck yes! Please, Jeongin!" I begin to feel my high, his thrusts feel heavenly combined with the choking. "You gonna come for me, my little slut?" I nod my head crazily as he attaches our mouths together. Pure tongue, messy and lustful.

I clench around him crazily and he winces, beginning to be harder to slip in and out of me. I feel the knot form again. As quickly as it appears, it snaps just as fast. My mind and vision get foggy as I reach my full high. I feel my body shake and then slowly become like jello. Jeongin removed his hand and uses it to hold me up. I feel him begin to pull out of me but I entrap him with my legs. I stare right into his eyes, "no, come inside me." He looks shocked but can't help and shoot his load inside me. Warm and fulfilling. I rest my legs as I sit slump. We both catch our breathing and try to understand what just happened.

"I didn't offend you right?" I look at him trying to understand what he meant. "Calling you that name.. was that alright?" I laugh at his cluelessness. "Yes, it was perfect. You're perfect." I pull him in to kiss him. Our swollen lips painfully pressing against each other. "So, can we get back together then?" I giggle at his words. "Of course, how can I say no? I love you, Jeongin." His eyes soften and get watery. "I love you, Love."

~~~

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Straykids series

Skz 9th member -18 chapters w alt. endings. | A famous kpop girl group member named Love Luna, gets selected to join Straykids. Although she has a past with some of the members. Who will she end up with?

Contains: smut, cursing, nicknames, unprotected sex, alcohol and drug use, pining.

Skz as Yandere/Tsundere- 8 parts | Yandere believes their person of interest can do no wrong, are obsessive and a stalker. Tsundere is cold and doesn't reveal their feelings easily, defensive and comes off as a bully.

Contains: cursing, mentions of kidnapping & killing, obsession, stalking, trauma, manipulation, depression, suicide, stockholm & lima syndrome, being forced, switch povs, smut, weapons, bad endings.

Skz as 7 deadly sins - 4 parts.. to be updated | Dystopian society

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Hyunjin as Yandere

Warnings: smut duh, cursing, stalking, obsession, angst, self-sabotage, arguments, unprotected sex, nipple play, teasing, spiked drink, nicknames.

Genre: Idol au, female reader x yandere!hyunjin, strangers to lovers, hyunjin falls first, one bed trope, not really much gore for romance sake.

"Your lips were made for mine. We belong together."

I think you are the most perfect girl i've ever laid my eyes on. The perfect portrait. I want you to be mine. You were made for me.

~~~

The 4 seasons. Everyone knows what that is; Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring. But in your world, it means something different. In a normal world when the season changes, the scenery changes. But in yours, you, the people change. Your appearance changes, your hair normally. Others can be different things. The colors are usually assigned to what kind of person you are.

You're probably thinking, can't we just dye our hair? No. You can't. It's physically impossible. Or so we thought.

The people who can are the elites, the leaders of the generation. They have special abilities, so-called talents. You're immediately known wherever you go due to having a different hair color than everyone. You are one of these people. You have the talent of singing, dancing and modeling. You are known for your unique face and hair. You have a scar on your forehead that changes with the season; a sun, leaf, snowflake, and a flower. So, wherever you go everyone can recognize you immediately which makes you so popular.

Summer represents breaking rules, freedom, lust and partying. You can always find people doing drugs, drinking and having sexual encounters out on the street. Purple is for the party crazed people, yellow for the drug addicts and green for the drunks. At this time, nothing ever gets done. Everyone is having too much fun to do anything meaningful.

Fall represents finding your meaning, disguises and distrust. During this time is when Halloween comes around. Which means a lot of trickery. The colors are very simple. Brown, gray and peach. This is where everyone distrusts each other because the hair hides our emotions and who we are. We can't tell each other apart.

Winter is the hardest, no one is happy in it. It represents depression, sadness, suicide and family. Which is why they desperately need entertainment. That's where you come in, to lighten up their dark, gloomy moods. Christmas helps a bit when everyone comes together with their families. For winter, the colors really help. White is for peace, it means they want to harm themselves. Blue is when they are really sad and need family love. Black is when they've reached the bottom, they no longer care or have emotions.

Spring is the time for new opportunities after the harsh winter. Everyone is happy, childlike due to finally accepting themselves. It represents new love, dreams and growth. During this time the colors are really bright. Pink is simple, when you're looking for love. Magenta for when they are pursuing their dreams. Red is for when you are in love, that you found your soulmate. Aqua-blue is when you are learning to love yourself.

This is how it is and how it'll always be.

~~

Walking through the crowds, everyone's hair is either white, blue or black. Meanwhile yours is red. You get funny looks as you walk by, due to them immediately recognizing you. The scar on your forehead gives you away, the shape of a snowflake. You are starting to become known worldwide. You can hear the clicks and flashes of cameras. Murmurs and whispers as you hear your name being uttered.

But besides all that, you could care less. You are only doing this to survive, because like everyone. The season affects you, winter. Your performances keep you busy and it passes the time. So, you get your mind off on how you feel numb and how much you long for love. Even though your fans scream and shout that they love you. You sit and wonder, do they love you, actually?

~

You were recently invited to this fashion show it'll be a good opportunity to get you out of the studio. So you agree, although having to talk to new people makes you nervous. You're afraid to say the wrong thing, funny right?

"Don't worry about it. All you have to do is sit there and look pretty," your shitty manager tells you. All he ever cares about is his paycheck. He gets paid more when you make appearances at shows. So, of course he would encourage you to go to this show. "Who was the fashion designer again?" He rolls his eyes at you," Versace. Donatella Versace." Right. Guess i'll have to remember that.

You're dressed in a long, skin-tight white elegant dress. It has a large slit that reveals half your thigh. The bottom lining of the dress has a furry material attached to it. A pair of white sparkly heels and your hair half up, perfectly curled. All your hairstyles are meant to reveal your forehead, to be easily recognizable. You place a furry coat around you to cover your exposed chest, you're not the most comfortable in showing your curves. Although, you are forced to.

~

You get off of the white limo, a pair of hands welcome you quickly. You didn't expect such a big crowd awaiting, the lights blinding you. Your eyes adjust as you begin to pose for the cameras. You make a kissy face and blow a kiss and walk off into the entrance. You cringe internally at your pose. You always do the most and regret it later on. 'It's for the fans.' you think. As if that was a good reason.

You walk over to the check-in table and they tell you you're sitting at table 8. You begin to walk around the pool and hear a conversation. "It's so nice to see you again. How are you?" You hear a familiar voice. You turn in that direction to see Dua Lipa standing with who you assume is Donatella Versace. You can see them and not the man standing before them. He seems shy. He speaks so softly that you can't make out what he is saying.

He turns around for the photo and your eyes are blessed. The most perfect man you've ever laid your eyes. His black hair, his eye smile, his dazzling brown eyes, tall and fit with good style. He is all a woman could ever hope for in a man. You stop drooling over him and begin to walk to your table again. Then you hear your name, "Y/n?" You sigh and quickly turn with a fake smile plastered on your face. You walk over to Donatella, who was calling you.

"It's so lovely to meet you, you're gorgeous!" Her hand strokes her hair softly. You slowly push her off, feeling slightly uncomfortable but she doesn't notice. "I want to introduce you to somebody. This is Hyunjin." You turn to the man and he shoots a slight smile. You say hello to him and he talks with an accent. English seems to not be his native language. Just then Donatella tells you, "He's Korean but understands and speaks a bit of English. I hope you two get along!" How convenient. You speak Korean too due to your makeup artist who taught you.

"Why don't you two get to know each other," that's weird. Why is she pushing you two to have a relationship so much. "I don't mean to sound rude but, why must we? I mean we came to watch a fashion show." She looks shocked and surprised that you would be questioning her like this. She clears her throat, 'It'll make sense soon. Go on," she motions her hands for you to leave together. You two look at each other in confusion but turn away together.

~

You begin to wander into the garden, a silence overcomes the two of you. He clears his throat, "So what do you think of everything so far?" It takes you a while to process his question. His accent is a bit strong. Honestly, if you really think about it. You have no chance with him. So who cares about what he thinks about you. You sigh heavily, "It's so annoying. Everyone is so fake. Including you, being so obedient for what? Just to get in that rich lady's good graces? Please." You're not here to make friends, that you make clear.

He stops walking, he scoffs at you and rolls his eyes. "Hypocrite. I saw that little scene you did for the cameras. Your attention and fame craven like everyone you claim is so fake." You begin to get angry and cut him off, "You don't know anything about me!" He steps close to you now, "And you don't know anything about me! So, don't assume you do!" You jerk your head back when you realize his face is inches away from yours. The height difference is frightening.

"You son of a bitch," you mumble in Korean. He looks at you confused, "What?" he responds back in Korean. "You heard me. You son of a bitch!" He's taken back at your words. "How dare yo-" "What are you gonna do about it! Absolutely nothing!" You push his shoulder as you stomp past him. You hear him shout after you but you ignore him as you walk to your table. You sit down angrily and cross your arms. After a couple minutes you see him walk back and sit at the table next to yours. You roll your eyes and wait for the show to start.

~

After what seems like an eternity, the show finally ends. You get up to leave when Donatella calls you over once again. You go and show another fake smile. It quickly fades once you see Hyunjin. “Walk with me,” she tells you two and leads you into the garden. “What’s going on?” Hyunjin asks, which gets you annoyed because you were going to ask that. She smiles and sighs happily, “okay, I’ll finally tell you.” You and Hyunjin are paying very close attention on what she is going to say next. “I want you two to be the newest ambassadors for my brand!”

You and hyunjin look at each other in shock, mouths slightly agape. “Oh, come on, it’ll be fun! Just in time for the spring collection,” she squeals happily and awaits your answers. There’s no way that is going to happen. How could you just give everything to this stranger standing in front of you? “Plus that means you’ll be able to travel the world. Imagine all the possibilities!” You fidget with your necklace and glance at Hyunjin, who was already looking at you.

“I’m sorry but, I’ll have to say no,” Hyunjin strongly declines her and you can see her dreams being crushed. She looks at you, “and you? Are you declining?” You pause for a second then answer softly, “I’m so sorry. My singing comes first.” She nods her head and walks away sadly. Leaving Hyunjin and you alone. “About earlier-”“save it. I don’t want to hear it,” and with that you walk away.

~

It’s been a month since the fashion show. Spring has finally arrived. It’s the first day officially. Since it’s the first day, you’re hair color is aqua-blue. You haven’t had the chance to alter the color yet. The scar on your forehead has formed into a flower. Your manager has sent you to venture out into the abandoned territory due to the season change. It always happens because everyone wants to be where it’s more vibrant with the seasons. It’s a good opportunity for a idea for a song, lyrics always pop up when you’re wandering.

You walk through a forest of tree, the branches snap under your weight. You push aside a cluster of leaves and stumble upon an abandoned castle. You practically swoon at the sight, although vines are overgrown onto it. It can’t hide the beauty of it. Why would anyone abandon this? You swing open the double doors and find it be quite near inside. You find a ballroom filled with three sets of chandeliers. The room is enormous and your every move echoes throughout. You can’t help but giggle right when you begin to sing.

“The day started ordinary,” you begin to twirl around in your long flowy dress. “Boys walking by,” you lean against a statue of a guard. “It was the same old story,” you push the head of the helmet. “Too fresh or too shy,” you push the statue away and roll your eyes. “I’m not the kind,” you walk in the middle of the ballroom. “To fall for a guy,” your voice echoes throughout the room. “Who flashes a smile,” you make a vomit motion.

“Don’t usually swoon but I’m over the moon,” you place one hand dramatically to your head and the other to your chest. “And now I’m falling for ya!” You squeal out as you fall to your knees. “Falling for ya!” You lay on your back and smile brightly. “I know I shouldn’t but I,” you lay on your stomach while kicking your legs. “Can’t stop myself from falling for ya!” You sit up and look at the chandelier hanging above you. “Can’t hold on any longer and now I’m falling for you,” a sudden burst of wind brings petals of flowers Inside. It falls lightly onto you and you smile happily.

Out of nowhere you feel goosebumps on your back, feels like someone is watching you. You shoot your head in the direction and see Hyunjin staring down at you. His hair is the color of red, he's in love? You jump and fall back. “Hyunjin!” You squeal out from being scared. He smiles lightly, his eyes crease. His laughter begins to fill the room, it sounds so genuine. The most genuine laugh you’ve ever heard.

~~

I wake up from my restless night, I couldn’t stop thinking about this sentence. It’s irritating me so much. ‘Do they love me, actually?’ It makes me spiral, I feel so alone. There’s no one here in this big, lonely castle. It’s all mine but I can’t bring myself to fix the outside. I don’t belong here. I sigh heavily as I get up and shower. The hot water hits my head and I can feel the aches in my body slowly fade away.

I dry my hair, apply lotion and get dressed. I hear mumbling coming from the ballroom, no one’s here. Who could it be? I walk out onto the balcony connected to the staircase and see the culprit. “I’m not the kind,” her voice shocks me. It’s so powerful. “To fall for a guy,” I feel as if the world had stopped. A girl with aqua-blue hair dancing with a long, flowy dress. Who is she? To my surprise she turns around, y/n. My mind jumps back to when I first saw her. She looked so beautiful that day. She was perfect and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.

I felt like something was wrong with me, I felt obsessed. I kept watching her. Even after we fought, I couldn’t help but want to get to know her more. I want her to be mine.

“Who flashes a smile,” her expression makes me smile to myself. Ironic. “Don’t usually swoon but I’m over the moon,” I feel hypnotized. I can’t take my eyes off her. “Now I’m falling for ya!” Her voice radiates even louder through the room, like a siren. “Falling for ya! I know I shouldn’t but I,” I lean against the ledge now. Enjoying her little performance. “Can’t help myself from falling for ya!” I notice that I left one of the doors open, I can feel the cool air from the outside. “Can’t hold on any longer, now I’m falling for you.” The petals of my blossom trees fall inside. They land onto her head and dress. She smiles brightly, so genuine. I’ve never seen a smile like it.

This. This is what I’ve been waiting for. The perfect portrait. The most perfect girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. She is what i needed. She was made for me. Now, I won’t let her go.

“Hyunjin!” She finally notices me. She falls back and looks at me shocked. I can’t help but laugh at her reaction. I hear my laughter echo throughout the room, lighting it up. “Nice little performance,” I tease her as I walk down the staircase. “What are you doing here?” She questions me in Korean, still sitting in the floor. I make a confused expression as I respond back in Korean, “I live here?” She looks at me up and down, “oh,” she whispers under her breath. I reach my hand out to help her up, She reaches up slightly and pauses, she accepts and gets up. “You have a wonderful home,” she slightly steps away from me. “Glad you like it,” I pick out a petal from her hair and notice she blinks fast three times.

She looks down at her hands and fidgets, “I’m sorry about how I treated you at the show,” she pauses and clears her throat as I listen intently. “I should’ve never judged you like that.. or cussed you out,” I smile to myself at the memory. "and i'm sorry for what i said too. I don't know you so I can't make assumptions either." I motion my head for her to follow me and she does. "Maybe we should get to know each other then," we walk into my hallway which leads into my indoor garden. "What do you mean by that?" I ask but she gets distracted by the garden. She runs inside and admires the flowers, waterfall and butterflies.

"I only mean that we should get to know each other. Spend time together," she catches a blue butterfly on her finger, color just like her hair. She pauses and turns to me, "being ambassadors would've been a good opportunity.." I grab a pink rose and set it on her ear, it's color doesn't clash with her hair. "Maybe we should be." She freezes, her eyes as big as a doe. Just then something bizarre happens, her roots begin to change into a pink color. It begins to grow but no, it isn't pink. It's red. She notices and steps away from me. She touches her hair and notices the red of it. "What's happening?" "You've fallen in love, y/n."

She steps closer to me and touches my hair softly, "You have, too." I pause for a second, "do you think we should be ambassadors?" She nods her head and smiles, not a fake one, "I think we should."

~~

Today was a busy day for you and Hyunjin, as soon as you arrived in Paris. You two immediately went to do 2 photo shoots and make an appearance at the Versace Spring collection show. You two had walked down together in matching clothing as part of the show. Your hair colors had been alternated to a light purple, matching once again. It's 9:30 and You've finally checked into your hotel. Donatella has said the room has 2 different living spaces in one, to have our own privacy but still be near.

But to your surprise, as soon as the door flung open, you could tell this was the wrong room. You walk in and see there is only one bed and not 2 different living spaces. Hyunjin finally comes in and notices, he mumbles "No way," and walks straight out to go down to the lobby. Leaving you all alone. You unpack a painting, a painting of you. He had painted it and surprised you with us shortly after you agreed to be ambassadors. It’s a painting if you from when you were dining in the ballroom, petals and butterflies surround you. But your hair isn’t aqua blue there, it’s red.

After about an hour, you hear the chime of the door unlocking. Hyunjin appears with a tired look. "So, we have to stay here tonight. Tomorrow we'll be given a new room." You nod your head in understanding as you take a sip of juice, or what you assumed was juice. You can't read anything due to everything being in French. "Can I have some?" Hyunjin asks and points at your drink. You giggle and hand it to him, he takes big gulps nearly finishing it. You pout as you see the almost empty bottle. "I'll sleep on the floor," he says as he grabs a blanket. "No Hyunjin, just sleep on the bed. I don't mind."

He looks at you for a second then sets the blanket on the bed, "alright but if you snore I will stuff a sock in your mouth." You giggle at his words, "I promise I won't." Your head begins to feel woozy and you rub your forehead, feeling the scar. "You okay?" Hyunjin asks as you lay on your back. "I don't feel so good, like my body is becoming really hot." He places his hand on your forehead, "You don't feel hot." Your breathing becomes harsh and fast. "y/n? What's happening?" He backs away and checks the drink, "Ugh, you idiot. This increases libido, it makes you hot and basically super horny." You get up and look at the drink, "I didn't know, I can't read french!" Your head goes in your hands, "Wait, you drank some too." His eyes widen as he realizes too.

~

"Did the shower help?" You say as you lay in the bed. You ripped off your clothes, leaving you in your underwear covered by the sheets. He shakes his head as he gets inside the sheets, only in his boxers. You lay on your sides facing each other, you feel your heart beat fast. You're fighting the urge to touch him so, to help you turn over. You feel his hand lightly touching your hair, "turn over so I can look at you." Your heart skips a beat and you listen. "Come closer to me," his hand touches your waist. He slides you closer to him and his breathing is harsh too. His hand lays on your cheek as his thumb caresses you. "What are you doing?" It comes out soft, your body is aching which is making it hard to focus.

"Don't talk right now," he whispers as he pulls your body closer. His hand grabs your thigh and pulls it over him. You feel a tingle in your crouch as yours hits his. "My god, you're so beautiful," his lips look so kissable. It's so tempting. Your body begins to move on its own, grinding against him softly, getting a pleasurable friction. "Stop moving like that," his hand stops your hips from moving. "I can't, I crave you. Look, feel." Your hand brings his to your underwear, causing his fingers to graze against the wetness. "Fuck, i'm the same." His hand brings you to feel his hard-on, you feel how long he is. It makes your mouth water.

"I can't bear it," you say as you climb on top of him. The cool air hits your body but it doesn't help with your heat. "Please touch me, jinnie." You've never called him that, but you intend to say it more. Your body rocks against him, causing you to bite your lower lip. His hardness sliding against your covered folds feels so good. He curses under his breath as his hand wanders up to your hips then up to your breasts. It makes moan fall off your lips and you feel him squeeze softly. You reach behind your back and un-clip your bra, you throw it off as his hands replace it. "You're so beautiful," he praises you once again.

"I need you so bad, jinnie," you're practically begging at this point. "oh, yeah?"His finger pushes your panties to the side, he runs his finger across your folds. A whimper falls from your lips as you grind against his fingers, chasing the friction. "You need me so bad?" You nod your head fast, his teasing makes you go insane. He slides his boxers down, he glides against your folds. You can't take it anymore as you take him in your hand and slide down. "Fuck, there we go," he moans out as you take him completely. He fills you up so good and you can't help but start to ride him.

He sits up as you sink down onto him, his lips attach to your breasts. Circling around your nipples sucking and nibbling softly. You can't seem to get enough, his name falls off your lips in moans and whimpers. Just then, his phone begins to ring. You both look at it and he reaches to grab it. "Don't answer it," you beg and he tilts his head to the side and smirks. "Be a good girl and be quiet for me," he answers the call and keeps one hand on your hips. "Hey, Felix," He keeps you moving on him as his voice sounds slightly raspy but it won't be noticable on the call.

Whoever is on the phone with him must be a comedian because he keeps laughing, which makes him push up into you. You bite your lip to stop noises from slipping out your mouth, which is getting incredibly hard. How is he speaking with such ease, the person on the phone having no idea what is happening. His hand travels up to your breasts which pinches your nipples, you almost let a moan slip. You grab his hand to stop him but he swats you away and continues.

You can feel the knot in your stomach and you know your high is coming. "Jinnie," you whisper to him but loud enough for it to be heard through the phone. He looks at you annoyed and mutes his phone, "What?" His voice is harsh and makes you feel timid. “I can’t stay quiet for long,” you hands wrap around his neck, pulling his face close. “Please hang up baby,” you beg him. He smirks and pushes your arms off. “You want to cum right? You can handle it,” he unmutes his side and leans against the headboard.

You whine as he forces your hips to move again, this time he adds his thumb to trace circles on your clit. You squirm and bite your tongue to keep quiet. You begin to get tired and your hips begin to stutter when you feel the knot growing back. He sits up and covers your mouth right before a let a loud moan slip out. You feel your juices ooze out of you and onto him. Your breathing finally slows down and you feel the heat fade away. You know that he needs to finish too so, you start to move again, overstimulating yourself. It feels painful but you’re doing it for him.

Out of the blue, he groans loudly into the phone. “Hyun, are you oka-” Hyunjin hits the end call button and grips on your waist. “Fuck him, you feel so good right now.” You start to bounce up and down on him, a whimper falls from his lips. “Fuck don’t stop,” You feel your face redden when you finally realize how dirty everything is. How much you like hearing his noises. He pulls your chin in and finally, your lips connect. His lips are so soft and his tongue gently slides into your mouth. His kiss feels like heaven. He groans into your mouth as he has to pull away, his eyes look deeply into yours. “Can I cum inside?” His voice is so broken, whimpers fall every 5 seconds. You nod your head and your arms tangle around his neck.

You feel a warm liquid shoot inside you and his chest heaves. His breathing begins to slow and you slowly get off him. You lay next to him, slightly regretting what happened. Did you just get used? Did he not like it? What if he hates you know? Your thinking is interrupted by him, “come here.” His hand turns your face to look at him, he scoots closer to you. His lips press against yours, eliminating all the doubts you had. “I’m gonna make you mine, you can’t run away now.” His words make you smile, “I thought you would hate me after this..” He scoffs and sighs, “You’re actually stupid if you don’t realize how much I love you.” Love? He loves you.

“Love?” You mumble. “Yes, Love. Can’t you see that I’ve been waiting for you to realize ever since we met. I love you and only you.” You begin to develop tears in your eyes, “and I love you.”

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Jealous

Sub!Dance line! x dom!female reader

(Lee know, hyunjin, Felix)

CONSENT IS ALWAYS GIVEN

Warnings: smut duh, blowjob, unprotected sex, nicknames(princess,love,Angel,kitten), teasing, cursing, use of toys, masturbation, slight angst.

Inspired from Allikat07 from wattpad

A/N~ hey y’all I’m alive 🌚

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You always knew that you would fall for them. How could you not? They are simply the most gorgeous men you’ve ever laid your eyes on. The way their bodies move in sync. Oh, their fit bodies, made with pure muscle. Heavenly voices.

But you never knew that the feelings you’ve felt would be returned. How they burn with desire to be able to have their hands on you. Every time they look at you, they feel as if they found heaven. Although they are in heaven when your wrapped around their cock, sinking down onto them. That’s when they are most grateful. Grateful to have you. Worshipping you as their goddess.

But how your anger is buried inside you when you’re forced to watch your lovely boys touch another women. Of course, it was inevitable. They are professional dancers, but the fact you have to watch them do fluid movements with other women. See how the women’s eyes sparkle with delight as they place their hands on their body. How was this ever allowed? It’s too sexy.

“So.. what’d you think?” Hyunjin’s voice echos throughout the room. The boys huffing out softly in unison. They immediately made their way over to you. Waiting for your praise. Their sweat dripping off their bodies, a look you’re familiar with. Obviously they know that the dance is sexual, not to your liking.

You hid your emotions behind a fake smile. You nodded your head in content, “it’s good. Perfect for the next comeback.” They all smiled big at your compliment. You feel weird, you watched as the women walk to their bags to get their waters. Laughing loudly and glancing over to you. They know what they’re doing. They’re doing it on purpose, showing off that they’re allowed to touch and grind on each other.

“It sucks you can’t dance with us.” Felix glances over his shoulder to where you were looking. Noticing yours and the dancers glares at each other. Quickly Lee know and hyunjin catch on. Their attention turn to you. “I would much rather have you than those wanna be idols.” Lee know leans down, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. Smirking slightly as his hand lingers down your face to your chin. You catch his eyes glance down to your cleavage and back up.

“You guys wanna come to my house after you’re done?” You speak up clearly, to have the girls be able to hear you. The boys exchange a quick look to each other and smile. They obviously know what is going to happen, this isn’t a casual hangout. Your tone and the spark in your eyes shows them exactly what’s happening tonight. “Of course,” hyunjin smirks and sits next to you. “What did you have in mind?” You feel Hyunjin’s hand lightly graze your back softly, taking everything in you not to shutter at his touch. He knows that you love when he touches you, his long and delicate fingers always make you squirm..

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You had just finished getting dressed when you heard a knock at the door. Immediately knowing that they had arrived. Finally. Time to get your revenge. Everything was neatly set up. The three cushioned chairs. The ropes and toys laid out to where you could grab them at any time. All around was candles nicely lit to set the mood. Everything looked perfect in your bedroom.

You had dressed up nicely in a white lace one piece, perfectly fitting on your body. An exposed neckline and high waisted was always the way to go. You pulled up your white thigh-high socks to make sure they won’t slip down anymore. You slipped on a furry robe to hide your outfit at first. To be revealed later..

You head over to the door, taking one last look at the mirror in the hallway. You realize how fast your heart is beating. ‘Okay, calm down. It’s not like you haven’t done this before.’ You think as you shake off your nerves. You smooth your robe down and reach for the door handle. It opens with a click and reveals the boys all dressed in similar colors. The boys look you up and down in surprise, seeing you dressed up for them. You open the door wide to let them in. You watch their eyes stare at you the whole time and you stop in your tracks. You lean up closer to lee know, who entered inside first.

“Done staring?” You whisper seductively, into his ear. Blowing softly on him as you know his ears are his soft spot. You quickly pull away and interlock your hands with Felix. “I have a surprise,” you lead Felix with you as hyunjin and Lee know follow closely behind.

The door opens with a slight creak, you stand aside as you watch closely to the boys reaction. They enter inside and notice the chairs. You shut the door behind you as you command them to sit. Felix didn’t say anything. He obeyed and sat down. Hyunjin had a slight smile on his lips, he traced his rings on his fingers along the chair. Lee know shot a glare at you and scoffed. Lee know wasn’t a fan of being submissive. He was always the hardest to convince. But what you have in store for him, he will definitely be surprised.

You slowly traced your fingers along their backs. Grabbing a robe and tying their hands down to the chair. Controlling their moves completely. You walked over to the front slowly, making eye contact with Felix. You notice him gulp, his Adam’s apple flicking up and down. You sit down in his lap, a slight groan leaving his lips. Your fingers traces his jaw down to inside his shirt. His skin soft, beautiful freckles placed around. You notice the tightness in his pants.

“What’s the matter, lix?” You tease, softly grinding your hips back and forth. Placing warm, wet kisses along his neck. A small whimper escapes his lips. “Can’t take it?” You mumble against his skin, taking a small nibbles along his collarbone. You swiftly unzip his pants and wrap your hand around his cock. His eyes roll to the back of his head. “Go faster,” he mumbles. You smile devilishly and shake your head no. Removing your hand and body off of him. He frowns and glares at you as you stand away from him.

Everyone knows that Felix loves being submissive. But not everyone knows that Hyunjin enjoys it more. He loves when a woman has the confidence to lead him. To make him theirs and claim him. You watched his hungry eyes as you moved. Then hearing a small laugh from leeknow, “done yet?” You smirked and tsked at him. You walked over to your neatly set of toys, selecting a purple cock-ring.

You slowly waved it around, taking small steps closer to him. In a swift motion, you pulled down his pants along with his boxers. His cock sprang up and hit himself lightly. Making a small slap noise. “Seems like you’re enjoying this after all,” you teased him. He rolls his eyes and looks the other direction. “I think we have to fix that attitude of yours.” You place the cock ring around him. Using the control and setting it to a low frequency. His mouth dropped slightly open at the sensation. His wrists attempting to free himself from the rope.

You moved your attention over to hyunjin who has been patiently waiting. “Aww my Jinnie has been waiting patiently, like a good boy.” You leaned over, exposing your breasts. His eyes stayed staring into yours, dark with lust. “You want a reward?” His head softly nods as he bouts his bottom lip a bit. You gladly free him of his pants and underwear. Out of everyone, hyunjin was the biggest. He knows it too, even though he never brags.

You make your way onto Hyunjin’s lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck, Hyunjin chases after your lips. You let it slide and indulge him into the kiss. His lips soft and cushiony on yours. Warm. His tongue slowly slips into your mouth, going soft and passionately. Out of the corner of your eye you notice how Leeknow is struggling. He’s clenching his jaw and staring at you two. His hips buck up every now and then. You decide to pull away from Hyunjin and turn off the frequency. Making leeknow groan.

You continue back to Hyunjin, you lift yourself above him. Positioning yourself then sinking down onto him. He fills you up perfectly. Your fingernails sink into his back. His mouth dropped as a loud moan left his lips. You begin to pace yourself, sinking up and down on him. Whimpers leaving his throat and pleasure becoming so intoxicating. “Please..” hyunjin mumbled shakily, “f-faster.” He managed to get his words out.

You listened as you began to sped up, you glanced over to Felix. Who is biting his lower lip. Watching very intensely. You saw that his cock looked uncomfortably hard. Like it needed release. You pulled off of hyunjin and he whined in objection. You ignored him as you got on your knees in front of Felix. You take him softly in your hand as you kitty lick his tip. Looking up at him through your lashes, you see Felix try to contain himself. Letting a shaky moan slip.

You slowly moved your mouth down and let him hit the back of your throat. Making your eyes water at your gag reflex. You continued on when you get interrupted, “Y/N..” Leeknow calls you, you don’t break away from Felix. You looked at leeknow from the corner of your eye. He looks angry and frustrated. “You’re gonna regret teasing me like this.”

You didn’t care. In this position, he has no say in what you do or what he threats. You know you’re in power. There’s nothing he can do about it. You looked up at Felix, his face had the look of pure bliss. His eyes made contact with yours as you shot a wink at him. You watched as Hyunjin vigorously tries to break free of his restraints. Wiggling to attempt to be free behind his back. You broke away from Felix momentarily. “Be patient,” you demanded towards both Hyunjin and LeeKnow.

To be continued...

[loveneversleepss]

Seungmin as Yandere&Tsundere

Hard dom!Seungmin x jealous!female reader

Request from anonymous! I accidentally deleted the request 😞 I figured this request would also work for my series but I changed it up a bit!

switch povs.. CONSENT IS ALWAYS GIVEN

About 6000 words

Warnings: smut duh, jealousy, cursing, slight angst, hair pulling, choking, scratching, fingering, use of pet names(princess, baby), lip biting/biting, hickeys, oral(both), unprotected sex.

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"life without you, has no meaning."

I will do anything for you. I will never make you feel unloved. I will always be here for you. Even if you don't care.

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"Seungmin.." You say softly to him. He turns his head to you, "Yes, y/n?" You fiddle with your fingers, thinking of how you're going to say your next words. "Have you ever been in love?"

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The wind blows softly against your skin, sending lovely goosebumps along your skin. the scribbling of your pencil against the paper makes a wonderful scratching noise. The noise of your most excellent work.

You're not mine, but I wonder..

At some point, a part of you, wanted me too.

What would've happened if I never said anything.

Would we still end up like this?

Your writing is interrupted by your little neighbor, Lyla. She runs over to you and jumps into your arms. She giggles and pulls away to kiss your cheek, "I missed you." You softly caress her hair, her beautiful set curls. "I missed you, too," You whisper back to her. She and her family have recently gone on a trip, just coming back today. You have always been fond of her but, what you really missed most is Seungmin. Her cousin and Your childhood best friend.

Your eyes travel to the silhouette walking to you, his hair blows softly in the wind. That smile that reminds you of a puppy, pure happiness. Ever since you met him, you've felt something. Something different. You don't know what it is. Funny, right? You're a poet and yet you can't describe what you're feeling. Seungmin arrives at your feet and you immediately rise. His arms softly engulf around your waist as yours go around his neck. You can feel his breath on your neck, his body is so close to yours. Just then, you feel a tingle in your lower area when his groin lightly touches yours. You gasp softly and you pull away from each other.

"How was it?" You ask him, he begins to tell you about his trip but all you can focus on is how good he looks right now. You make out his figure through his clothes. His hair looks so soft, bouncy, makes you want to run your hand through it. His eyes tinkle in the light, his smile so bright. His lips look so tender and pillowy. "I brought you something," your thoughts are now interrupted. "Let me see your wrist," you hold up your wrist as he places a bracelet around it. The bracelet contains the letter S on it. You look up at him confused.

"I thought we needed to match," he shows you his wrist that has your initial. "After all, we are best friends." Right, just friends. Maybe, that's all he will ever see you as. You heart aches whenever he reminds you of it, just being friends. You smile at him, “I love it..” you warmly say and his eyes light up once again. You had forgotten that his cousin was here and you notice her giving you a cheeky look, a smirk on her lips. “Imma get a snack,” She runs away into her house. The house you’ve been in a million times, you’re dream home.

The thing between your family and theirs is your social classes. Seungmin comes a wealthy family while yours is as poor as church mice. Although they have never treated you differently. They had hired you when you were young to be a cleaner. They had noticed you selling your family jewelry on the street and took you in. You live in the house next door which they provided your family with. You could never possibly repay them for their kindness. You notice someone across the street. Looks like someone’s moving in. “Guess we have new neighbors,” Seungmin mentions as you nod your head. He notices the journal that you had set down earlier. He walks over and picks it up, “wrote another poem?” You nod your head and take it out of his hands softly. Your fingertips glide against each other, making you want to wrap your hands around his and hold it for eternity, “It’s not finished yet..”

He leads you to walk with him, “well let me know when it is. I would love to read it.” Your heart warms at his words. He has always supported your interests and thoughts. He begins to hum to a tune and bursts into song, his voice is quite beautiful. He’s gifted, how convenient. A singer and a poet. Sounds like a start to a tragic romance. Your hand accidentally bumps into his as your walking. You look up to him and he smiles, “jeez if you wanted to hold my hand, you can just ask.” He teases you and attempts to hold your hand, although you pull away. You walk ahead of him trying to hide the redness that has now shown up on your face.

You can hear his laugh but you continue walking, he catches up to you. He leads you inside his house and to his room. It’s not unusual for you two hang out alone. You’re comfortable around each other. He flops down onto his bed while you gaze at his bookshelf. He has added more books to his collection, Romeo and Juliet always catches your eye. A big tragic romance always comforts you for some reason.

"Seungmin.." You say softly to him. He turns his head to you, "Yes, y/n?" You fiddle with your fingers, thinking of how you're going to say your next words. "Have you ever been in love?" He sits up now, one hand on his raised knee. “Why the sudden question?” You walk and sit on the bed in front of him. “Although I am a poet, I feel as if that’s what is missing..” he listens intently to your words, his eyebrows furrowed. “If I know what love is maybe.. I can experience it.” He stays silent for a couple seconds.

“Well.. don’t you love your family?” You sigh heavily, “not that kind of love. The kind of love you experience with your lover.” You explained to him. He looks down at his hands then his eyes flickered up to you. You can see he is biting the inside of his cheek. “I just want.. to feel how it feels. To be kissed, held, loved by someone.” You move away a piece of your hair away from your eyes and tuck ur behind your ear. Your bracelet jingles with your movements. “I would do it with anyone. I just want to experience it.”

You finally notice the look inside Seungmin’s eyes, it makes your heart drop. He scoots closer to you, “I can do it.” His words stun you. You feel your heart begin to race as your faces are inches away. You look away from him, “don’t be silly. We can’t.” His hand touches your arm, “why not? Who better than me to experiment with?” You get up and walk over the bookcase. “You said anyone..” he continues as you pull out a book. “I know, just..” you pause for a moment as you realize he came up behind you. “It’s just sudden that’s all.” You sit down on the couch and open the book. You hear him sigh and he joins you.

You two try to forget what has happened as you both read your books. You begin to wonder, maybe you should accept his offer. You’ve always wanted to do it with him. Plus, he’s offering and who better than him. Not like anything bad will happen. Simply two friends experimenting with each other.

You act out a yawn and lean your head against Seungmin’s shoulder. This is a usual act of yours, nothing too different. His arm wraps around your shoulder, another usual act. But it feels different, you want him. Out of a sudden burst of confidence, you stroke his hand and place a soft kiss. You look over to him to see his reaction. He has none, he lets out a sigh and flips a page in his book. You bit the inside of your cheek, maybe he thought it was just a friendly thing. You roll your eyes and attempt to catch his attention again. You slam your book closed and throw it on the table in front of you. Still no reaction.

You get annoyed and just do it. You turn his head to face you by two fingers. You place your lips against his. Feeling exactly as they look, soft and tender. Your hand holds him close onto his collar, scared that he’ll break away from you. He doesn’t. Instead he pulls you in closer by your waist. Your mouth slightly opens as his tongue slips in. His tongue grazes on yours, moving softly. He begins to pull away, you feel a slight sting on your lips. Realizing he’s biting your lower lip. The feeling feels so good to you, you let a small noise escape your throat. His teeth let go and your lip flings back into place.

“How was that, hm?” He whispers to you. You make eye contact and you didn’t realize how harsh your breathing had gotten. “I want more,” you say as you lean in to his lips again. This time you crawl into his lap. You have this insatiable hunger for him, needy. Is this what so called lust is? Because you’re definitely feeling it. Isn’t it bizarre how easily love turns into lust?

His hands place on the sides of your waist, grazing against your bare skin. The feeling sends tingles up your spine. Your lips connect once again and you keep wanting more and more of him. You pull at his shirt and your hand travels to tangle in his hair. He notices this, “feeling the heat, baby?” He mumbles against your lips and you feel as if you could purr like a kitten. You nod your head and lick your lips. “Let me help,” he leads your hips as he moves it along his. You feel your face begin to redden as the feeling is unspeakable. You feel this glow in your pussy that so needs to be touched. Your mouth falls open and you can no longer continue to kiss him.

His lips place a peck on your cheek, then your chin, to your jaw, and underneath your jaw. He begins to kiss more, trying to find something. He hits a point where it feels so good and you let a whimper out. It feels weird to hear these noises spew out of you like this. So carelessly. You begin to hear soft grunts come out of his mouth. His noises make your eyes roll back, heaven to your ears. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he mumbles in a drunk like voice. “Me too,” you agree with him. “I never knew how badly I needed you, Minnie,” you confess to him and he connects your lips back together. “I like that nickname..”

Just then, there’s a knock at the door. You and seungmin are forced to pull off each other as you hear his mother, “honey? Dinner is ready.” His mom has such a sweet and chipper voice. “I’ll be down in a sec,” he responds and turns to look at you. He kisses your lips once again and pulls away, making a slight smacking noise. “We need to do this again,” you nod in agreement. “Next time, we could do more.” You turn your head curiously and set your arms around his neck. “Like what?” He tsks at you and holds you by your waist, “trust me. You’ll enjoy it.”

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“Please,” her voice is so different, so willing. “I need you,” she whimpers out. My hands slowly slide down her underwear. “Oh, you need me baby?” She nods her head crazily. I can tell she is losing her patience. I slowly slide my fingers across her folds and her mouth falls open, letting more whimpers and moans fall out. I’ve been teasing her painfully for the past half-hour. It’s so easy to get a reaction out of her now.

She has no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this. For her to come to her senses and finally be with me. No matter what, she will be with me. It doesn’t matter what I have to do. I watch her all day and night. Always being there when she needs me and watching to keep her safe. When I discovered I was going on a trip my heart was broken. How could I be away from her so long? I needed a replacement, a slight one. I had snuck into her room and took a dress, bracelet so I knew her size and fresh underwear. I had Imagined her dressing up for me and wearing it for me. Putting on a show. Now I have her right in my hands. Willing for me to do anything to her.

My head slowly leads down between her legs. Her body resting comfortably upon her silk sheets. I lift one of her legs and set it on my shoulder. I blow gently on her cunt to tease her a bit, her body shudders. I smirk knowing I’m completely in control of her now. I lick a stripe up her causing a gasp to fall from her lips. She tastes of strawberries and her scent is so intoxicating. I begin to lick and suck at her clit, her body jolts at my first touch. I could do this for hours. Her hand tangles into my hair, pulling softly. I insert two of my fingers inside her as her back arches. I push down her hips with my free hand to keep her steady.

“Mm, Minnie,” every time she says that nickname it makes me go crazy. I continue my movements as her moans seem to slip more. I cant seem to get enough of her. This sight of me between her legs while she’s perfectly set for me. I know that I would do anything for her. Her nails begin to dig into my scalp but I ignore it. Focused on making her finish. I feel her thigh begin to tense up as her back arches up again. Her body starts to tremble and she begins to be louder. She covers her mouth and continues her noises.

She lets out a shriek as I feel a liquid rush onto my fingers. I replace my fingers with my mouth and catch her fluids. The taste is so addicting that I want more. She pulls me up to kiss her, she moans into my mouth. “How was it?” I mumble against her lips. She smiles, “good..” I watch as her eyes travel down to my pants. “What about you?” Her hand cups my cheek, I just shake my head at her. I can tell my hair is messed up from her touch. “I have to go in a bit. My mom wants me to meet the new neighbors.” She sighs, “mine too.”

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We walk down the stairs and see Seungmin’s mom standing there with a unfamiliar group of people. “Oh, I didn’t know you were here y/n,” she smiles and sets down a plate of snacks she’s holding. “These are the new neighbors,” the group of people stand up and walk towards you. “This is my son, Seungmin and our neighbor y/n.” You smile as a woman and a man shake your hands, “these are our children Daniel and Maru.” A tall boy around your age walks towards you two, he smiles at you and shakes your hand. “Nice to meet you,” you say and he responds, “nice to meet you.”

A girl appears from behind him and walks right past you to Seungmin. “You’re very handsome,” you glare at her as she touches his arm fondly. Disgusting. “Do you have a girlfriend?” She asks Seungmin and you glance at him. “No,” he responds. You gotta admit, that made your heart ache. You roll your eyes as you turn your attention to Seungmin’s mom, “I think I should go home. It’s getting late.” You can see out of the corner of your eye that Seungmin turns to you but you ignore it.

“Why don’t I walk you?” Daniel says and you smile, “that would be great.” It’s not that you like him or anything, he is attractive. But it’s a good opportunity to make Seungmin jealous. Which seems to be working. The walk to your house seems to be an eternity. The man goes on and on about his past life and it got annoying fast. You’re finally at your door step when he catches your hand, “why don’t we go on a date tomorrow?” You pause for a moment at his question, really debating it. Not that you’ll date him, but it would make Seungmin furious. Just what you want, Without any more hesitation you answer, “yes.”

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“What do you mean you’re going out with him?” Seungmin questions you, sitting on the edge of your bed. You sigh heavily as you look at him through the your mirror. “Exactly that. We’re going on a date,” you mention as you apply your lipstick. He shakes his head and scoffs. You turn to him and walk to him, “it’s just a silly date. Nothing will happen.” You cup his face but you can tell he’s angry. “It’s not nothing. I can tell he wants you,” you shake your head. “So? Would that be so bad?”

He furrows his brows at you. “It’s not like I’m yours. I’m allowed to socialize with other men,” you walk away from him. Fixing your skirt in the mirror, “how do I look?” He stares at you for a couple seconds, “beautiful.” Your heart skips a beat at his words. Hopefully, he won’t be too angry and forgive you.

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You wait at the restaurant he told you to go to. A glass of water and fries later. He still hasn’t shown up. You are at your top level of annoyance. You pay for your fries and leave. As soon as you walk out the restaurant, Seungmin is standing before you. “What are you doing here?” You question him as he walks towards you. “Came to walk you home,” he intertwines your hands together. “Come on,” you walk hand in hand now and you can feel a heat on your cheeks. Funny right? You’re embarrassed from a simple gesture.

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“I wonder why he didn’t show up.” Y/n says to me as I place her book back on her shelf. I turn to look at her as her face is puzzled, her legs dangling off the edge of her bed. “I mean why bother ask if you’re gonna leave me stranded like that?” I walk towards her, “he’s a jerk.” Her eyes shoot up to mine, “he is.” I sit next to her now and lean in to kiss her. I place a small peck to her lips but she doesn’t respond. I look at her confused, “what’s wrong?” She cups my cheek, “I’m sorry just.. not in the mood I guess.” She pulls away, “I’m tired. I should go to sleep.” I nod my head and get up. “See you tomorrow,” she says and pulls her covers off and onto her. “Bye,” I mumble barely louder than a whisper as I open the door to leave. Did I mess up?

Everything I did was for her. I couldn't control myself. I was just so angry. I couldn't stand seeing that smug smile on his face walking out of his house. I needed to show that y/n was mine. Only mine. My feet moved on their own as I approached him. When I started to beat him senseless. Yelling at him that y/n was mine, that he can't have er, to stay away and leave town. He laid there on the floor in confusion. I made sure he understood., I made sure he wouldn't tell. He ran into his house and packed quickly. leaving no time for explanations as I watched him leave town. Just as I wanted.

But things got complicated. When my feet had stepped back into my house, my cousin was standing there distraught. She knew. She saw everything. I told her it was nothing, but she didn't listen. So, there I was, pouring my heart out to an 11 year old. She made me pinky promise to her that I would never hurt anyone again, I intend to keep that promise. I don't wanna be a bad guy. I just hope she doesn't mention this to y/n. I also hope that Maru girl stays out of the way.

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You woke up the next morning with puffy under eyes. Not from crying but from staying up all night, racking your brain. It just gets you so frustrated on why he had not shown up. It made you go through so many excuses. But the one you settled on, broke your heart the most. Maybe you weren't good enough for him and he realized. But is that true?

You walked over to your window and pulled the sheets open. The sun blazes through and blinds you quickly. Your eyesight adjusts and.. is that? No way. How can this be? You see Maru wrapped around Seungmin's arm. Your Seungmin. And he looks.. happy. He's laughing. His dashing smile that you thought he only smiled for you. You feel a sharp pain in your chest. Tears begin to fill your eyes as you watch her lay a kiss on his cheek. That was enough for you. You couldn't bring yourself to watch anymore.

The next few days were a blur. All you can remember is people and people coming to check on you. You were weak yes, from not eating or drinking. Your thirst and the hunger in your belly did not matter to you. You felt as if you lost the only thing important to you. Seungmin had not come to check on you, which broke your heart even more. How could everything change in a matter of hours? He was yours, or so you thought.

It was around 9 when you heard a knock on your door. You mumbled for them to go away. But the door creaked open and a tiny pair of arms wrapped around you. You begin to sob as you realize it's Lyla. You turn over and hug her close. She twirls your hair around her finger as you begin to calm down a bit. "What's wrong, y/n? You can tell me," her soft tiny hands cup your cheek as a tear falls down. You tell her everything, about Seungmin. She lets a silence come between you two as she thinks. "You love him, don't you?" It hits you. You do love him, you never realized it before. You want him, not in a lustful way but in a pure way.

She huffs and tells you a story. About how Seungmin had beat up Daniel for you. How he told him that you were his and he can't have you. That he made him leave town. Your heart began to warm a bit at her words. "But what about Maru? I saw her kiss him." She sits up, "Don't you know? He despises her. He only walked with her that time to tell her to leave him alone. That he had feelings for you." It connects now, you had turned away at the wrong time. "He misses you. He had told me to come to check up on you, he was afraid that you hate him now," You look at her confused. "Why would he think that?" She shrugs her shoulders, "Something about ignoring him."

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Lyla had left shortly after that. You decided you needed to go see him. You snuck in through the back door and made your way quietly through the dark, silent house. You opened his door silently, you heard noises from his bathroom. His room was lit up by a candle and since due to the dim light, you accidentally knocked over a vase of flowers. Making a loud crashing sound. You quickly picked it up and a confused, shirtless Seungmin emerged from the bathroom. He looks like he had just taken a shower due to his wet hair, droplets that dipped down his bare upper body. Him only having pants on, Sinfully making him look so desirable.

"Y/n?.. what are you doing here?" He grabbed one of his shirts and slipped it on, getting it wet now. "I had to see you." You ran up to him, into his arms, and hugged him tight. His hands laid at his side for a moment then wrapped around you. You breathed in his vanilla scent, you never knew how much you missed it. You cupped his cheeks when you pulled away, his eyes spoke so many words to you. But you only wanted to hear one thing so, you said it first. "I love you." He freezes for a couple moments, you repeat yourself. "love you."

No words needed to be said, he pulled you in by your waist. He leans in and places the most softest, sweetest kiss. He mumbles a, "I love you," against your lips. You repeat after him again, the only words you both know how to say now is 'I love you.' You bump into the reading desk he has. You jump onto it as you giggle, pulling him back into the kiss. His lips are so perfect, moving so well against yours. His tongue slowly slips into yours, his body between your thighs. After several minutes, you finally pull away from each other. Your forehead touching as you both catch your breaths.

"I thought you hated me," he whispers. You shake your head and look at him softly, "I could never hate you." He places a small peck on your lips, resulting in a smile from you. "I thought you and Maru were together.." His eyes sparkled looking at you, "That's why you disappeared?" You nod your head slowly and he sighs harshly, he brings your hands to wrap around his neck, "I'm yours, y/n. Always have and always will be." His soft hands cup your face now, "Don't you understand how important you are to me? I love you, y/n." You can't help but let the tears build up in your eyes at his words. "I love you, Seungmin," you say as you connect your lips back together. His hand wrapped around your neck now, bringing you closer.

"How could you ever think I would want her?" He mumbles against your lips. “Look.” He whispered, breath hot against your mouth as his hand left your neck to take yours and gently place it on his hard cock. “See what you do to me, Hm?” He said and you whimpered, palming it slowly. “Feel how hard it is? That’s all because of you.” He kissed you again, this time more hungrily, hands travelling all over your body and grabbing you to pull you even closer to him, like he was afraid you’d disappear. Your mouth fell open as he moved his kisses to your neck. He sucks harshly and you can feel a bruise forming, your hips move against him. His hard on rubbing so perfectly against you.

You have a sudden burst of confidence, you push him away. He sits down on the edge of his bed now, legs spread and hands at his side in surprise. “We’re you jealous when Daniel walked me home?” His eyes darken at his name, you slowly got down on your knees. “No,” he sternly growls. You tsked at him and crawled over to him slowly. “Oh? Are you sure?” You lands rested on his knees now, perfectly your placed in between his legs. He nods his head and you scoff, “guess all my hard work went to waste..” he raises an eyebrow at you.

“What do you mean by that?” He lifts your face up by your chin, forcing you to look at him. “I never liked him, I was just using him to make you jealous. Pity that it didn’t work.” He looks annoyed now and scoffs, “on purpose huh?” You unbuckle his pants and he gets serious fast. You shoot him a look and he gives a reassuring nod. You slide down his pants and underwear. You’re mouth waters fast as the sight, you wonder when he will finally fill you up. You lick a clean strip up his cock as you let your Salivia fall out your mouth and on him. His head falls forward at your movement. “What happened? You were all serious a moment ago,” you tease him and he keeps his head down. You drag your hand smoothly up and down, keeping a steady rhythm. His hips buck forward and a whimper falls out his mouth.

“It feels so good,” he whispers. You had never touched him like this. He always made up an excuse and only wanted to pleasure him. This had been built up for a while. “It feels good, Minnie?” His mouth falls open at your little nickname for him, you know he had a soft spot for it. You begin to suck on him and his hand travels into your hair. You let him tangle into it and guide your head. His whimpers and moans are so pleasing to your ears. You looked up at him through your lashes, he was a sight for sore eyes. He pulled you up by your hair harshly, “get on the bed.” You quickly obeyed and crawled onto the bed.

He pulls his damp shirt off and crawls onto the bed. He slide off your shirts but leaves your panties on. All this teasing and build up has you soaked. “Spread your legs for me, baby.” You teasingly open one then the other and lean your hips forward. He groans at the sight and brings his head down to your inner thighs. He places a wet peck which makes you gasp at the sensation. His thumb grazes over your wet spot and you move your hips to get more friction. “So inpatient,” he coos as he hooks his finger inside your panties. Only to let it go to snap against you, a pathetic whimper leaves your mouth. He smirks as he shuts your legs close, he bites softly on your hip. You squirm a bit as he finally takes your underwear in his teeth and drags it off you.

You grab him and pull him up to your lips. You can’t help but want him, need him. Your legs spread open again as he settles between them. His hand creeps up your thigh and onto your folds. You moan into his mouth as his fingers play with you. His thumb traces around your clit and you have to force yourself to pull away from his lips. “Can’t take the heat, princess?” You clench around nothing at this new nickname. Yes, give you the princess treatment. “Please, Minnie,” you start to beg. “I need you so bad,” you push up your hips hoping he’ll finally relieve you. He smiles, “you sure?” You nod your head crazily, “yes please. I need you.”

With your reassurance, he finally gives you what you want. His arms rest next to your head, lips just inches away. He lines himself up and slides into you. The burn of him stretching you out scared you for a moment, but then it goes away. The pain replaced with pleasure. He feels so deep inside you, feeling so full. He slowly pulls out then back in, the feeling of butterflies rush inside your tummy. You can hear his soft moans in your ear, he’s resisting so hard. Hearing his noises are so satisfying to you. He thrusts a harsh stroke and you moan loudly, the pleasure had increased. “Please Minnie, go harder.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, giving more access for him to go harder. He begins to thrust long hard strokes into you, you feel like you’re in cloud 9. Whimpers and moans cloud the room, both of yours. He babbles a, “I love you,” as he continues his thrusts. Your eyes roll back when he reaches the gummy part inside of you. His hands begin to travel around your body, then finally resting around your neck. He squeezes softly at first to see if your play with it, you immediately grip his hand to go harder.

He changed your position so you’re on your stomach, your face smashed into his pillow. His thrusts feel even more heavenly in this position. He continues to hit and hit in your gummy spot. You feel drool fall out of your mouth as your eyes roll back constantly. He pulls you by your hair and makes you kiss him, nothing but tongue and teeth gnashing. You begin to feel this knot in your stomach as your moans become more and more high pitched. You can feel his nails dig into your hips, which will probably bruise later. You push back into him, aligning with his thrusts. Your legs begin to shake as your arms give out on you.

You yell out Seungmin’s name multiple times and he shushes you, “shh princess.. Finish for me.” You mind and vision get foggy as the only thing you can focus on is this drunk dazed high. You feel an knot and an explode of pleasure. Your body trembles as your breathing is harsh. You feel a warm liquid rush inside you as Seungmin lets out a loud groan. He feel him pull out and feel sore now between your legs. You fall into your back and he comes towards you.

He pulls you into a kiss on your bruised lips. You entangles your hands together, his eyes so full of love. “I love you, y/n.” He once again tells you. He caresses the hair out of your face. “I love you, Seungmin.” He smiles big and pulls you into him. Pulling the covers over and you get comfortable. “I’m gonna marry you someday,” you giggle at his words. “Just you wait.”

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A/n~ i cant with all this lovey dovey stuff. It makes me feel so lonely😭