#'it's spring. It still sucks. But you've got through worse.'

[anothermonikan]

Why am I hearing birdsong right now. I hate it here

[taesiccc]

Your part- Pt.2

PAIRING: Yandere Taehyung x Reader (f) 

GENRE: Yandere au, smut, angst 

TW: Mature content, mentions of violence, Yandere, Manipulative behavior

RATING: 18+ 

DISCLAIMER: Mentions of all characters and events occurring in this writing are fictitious and only written solely for entertainment purposes. 

SYNOPSIS: You are married to Taehyung. A stranger you've only seen twice or so. you find yourself neglected of pleasures in the marriage and does this have anything to do with Taehyung's medical history? what is that affecting him? what could he have done worse? tf? A.. Crime?......perhaps..?

“Shall we leave??”

“Yeah! In a minute!” Your voice echoed back to him as you hurried brushing your hair and tinting your lips.

You still had about half an hour left to reach the ceremony but your husband suggested leaving early since it’s a bit far from the west. You slapped the pins onto your bun hoping it would stay stable and make you look more like a professional. Few strands of curls fell down your forehead entrancing your face. You would be lying if you haven’t seen a prettier ‘you’ in days worth. You took one last glance at your self;

Indeed. very lady like.

The green satin hung flawlessly over your collarbones on your body hugging your curves just right! A small low cut starting from your thigh, exposed your flushed skin like fresh tan dawns. You caressed your exposure feeling like the sexy figure you are. Content with how you looked you moved away to adorn your feet.

Just then Taehyung stood by the door for what took you longer than your said it was going to take for you to arrive. You had excused yourself to slip into some heels completing the look. Coincidentally, Taehyung stood right in front of your bending figure having him catch sight at your cleavage. Unaware of the situation you continue fixing your heels but the door slammed shut in front of you.

He was gone. Did you make him mad? Did you take too long? You didn’t know but sure hurried the process up.

**

She’s definitely making a wreck out of me.

“Fuck…”

Stroking myself in the car isn’t really my intention. I’d wanna fuck her against the wall and later destroy her bratty self but this is not the time. She’d think I’m a creep ruining her up in a occasion like this. I don’t wanna make her mad or to even disappoint her. Even if it takes to cutting my boner off but, nothings works right now goddamn!

“…Hgh…aH-”

I remember. Vaguely.

Treatments do me no good with my past. Mia feared me. All I had done was to take her home and fuck her up like she wanted. She asked for it; her dress was way too short and cute. What else did she want? She was mad cause I told we were going to the library instead? But she loved it! I can hear her screams, her voice... The way she bled through pleasure; It’s only fair if I’ll give to y/n too. But no. Not now. I’ll hand it to her later so she wouldn’t cry like she did. So she didn’t fear me like she did. She’ll love it!

My hand does the loser job while her cunt would fit just right.

“Ah- shk-”

To rail her and force every drop of cum she could produce. Cum for me. Perfect. All for me. To squeeze her breasts, to suck her skin, to soak her insides, to spread her wide…

“Mhmm..”

All for me.

I watch, as my cock stands like a spring. No matter how I handle it, I can’t keep up. I don’t have a lot of time.

I flinch as I hear a knock on the glass. She’s here. Shit. This would strangle me inside my zippers. I can’t seem to get this moving but I’ve got no other way..

**

“Taehyung? Is everything alright? Can you hear me? Uh..The door is locked!”

The car just stood there idle. You stood there just the same. He was definitely in the car; the head lights said otherwise.

What is he doing? Was he so mad, he’s locking you out until you apologize? Is he talking to someone over a call? Is it confidential? Nothing stood out except for him being mad at your timing. You decided to apologize. Maybe that’s what he wanted. You clutched your purse in you hand feeling a little embarrassed; knocking once again.

“Uh..SORRY!” You voiced a little louder; not sure sure if he could hear you.

“YOU KNOW….THE WATER HEATER- HEYY!! TAEHYUNG?!“

You voiced out even loudly but the car sped away. Weren’t you loud enough or something? You’re sure you would’ve heard it. Why was he this mad at you? To leave you behind for your own friends engagement? What was he going to do there alone anyway? Couldn’t you just be late at all? Like- since when wasn’t it normal?!

It was getting on your nerves now. Being a little late, in the midst of 30 minutes earliest wasn’t bad at all! Why must you apologize? You unlocked your phone and scrolled through his number. 'This wasn’t that offensive at all!' thoughts mumbled-

You called him several million times and had a trace of nothing from him. Did he just leave for the party? Without you?! Just as you’ve taken the decision to call upon a cab his name popped up.

'Taehyung' - it read blandly.

You thought for a second but took up the call anyways. You planned to yell your voice out but his soft, breathless voice is having you concerned-

“Sorry….I’m on my way”

“Hey! Where are you? Are you o-

Beep beep beep.

The call is already cut displaying you a dead screen. Did he meet with some accident? What was happening? You’re breaking you head while you wait. Sooner or later the car has arrived. So has he. He looked as if he’d ran a marathon which he might have since you didn’t know this enigma of a man.

You open the door and set yourself inside the car. The car smelled unusual but the open window will do just fine. You slam the door shut to his notice; to show him what he’s done. You don’t wanna talk. In fact you won’t talk! There is no point since he won’t be truthful besides, not talking to him was a part of showing your attitude right about now. That’s all you had anyway and that didn’t make a difference for once!

**

The avenue was fresh and gave you a feeling of joy. It's been a whole long since your wedding seeing such ceremonies. You needed that of all people considering a suffocating ride with the man you married. You lead yourself inside having him follow you. But to your extreme disappointment the after party is what he has taken you to.

The entire thing was over.

Why the fuck would you want to be here unless to you wanted to embarrass yourself with image of only coming here so you could enjoy drinks and dance? You would rather head to a club. The entire point of existence there was over. How much you wanted to yell at his face? Oh how much! Where was his sense of timing now?

You turn abruptly, off towards the car and Taehyung followed along like a lost confused pup; Only secretly happy for what he had to do tonight for having him masturbate in some open park to your name; thankfully no eye witnesses around the area or he would be behind bars but that’s no different from facing your irritated aura. Just as you’ve seated your fuming self inside the car your seat mate at office has managed to spot you. ‘He’ then progressively ‘they’ wave, practically inviting your utterly nothing but useless appearance inside. You hide yourself in embarrassment but soon you’re out and in the party territory. Of course, Taehyung had to tag along.

He accompanied you after all.

You were immediately greeted by so many people you’ve never even interacted with. You were quite surprised by the attention. Were you so well known? But your stupid ass hadn’t caught on the point like your husband had. You looked glamorous and extremely beautiful for men like those to come gnaw on your stunning appearance. Who wouldn’t look at you in such way when your body portrayed itself like some Greek goddess on loose? Your figure stood out. You stood out.

Your eyes searched for Grace. You couldn’t just go dig on some food immediately and that totally wasn’t your intention. Weirdly she hung out at the bar. You weren’t normally surprised but still quite surprised. You held Taehyung’s hand heading over to her.

There was no use in telling around that your husband was so fucking handsome but to show how damn ethereal he looked. How dreamy he was and how he exclusively belonged to you!

You only intertwined your fingers making him a blushing mess. You failed to notice anything from his side since you were set and a pure psycho to bless your just engaged colleague with his appearance. You dusted her shoulders and she looked at Taehyung. Taehyung just stood there not knowing what to do with her piercing eyes on him. You cleared your throat a bit and Grace pounced on a dramatic hug.

“Congratulations!!!” You squeaked and she thanked you back with a louder squeal. You haven’t realized that you’ve been holding taehyung’s hands until he pulled you back to him. Oh. Right. He was there. You pulled him by the shoulder ready to introduce him and oh! So ready to flex your one in a millionth of treasury!

“Taehyung this is Grace, my friend and Grace this is Taehyung, my husband” you empathized; Taehyung’s face glowed with flush and butterflies in his stomach. He slightly smiled trying to control the uncontrollable feelings-

“Yeah yeah! Taehyung! She’s said a lottt about youuu~” She sounded a little too drunk.

Taehyung suppressed his feelings from looking a little odd outside.

‘A lot? About me?’ The thought itself spread like wild fire inside of him.

You looked like you needed help and that’s exactly what you needed.

Being stuck between your self reflective awkward spouse and a really drunk dead colleague. You signaled your hands off him and proceeded to talk to Grace.

“Where’s the lucky guy?” You nudged her with a playful smirk on your face. She immediately called out to him pointing towards the other bar section; the said guy turned around and hoped into her arms like a wild bunny. They were both definitely drunk and it’s best they were sent to their room immediately cause what you both were witnessing was a lot of lovely moments that you haven’t exchanged with each other yet. If that didn’t ping a little pain in you..

“Heyyyyyyy…I’m Evan” he lend a hand to Taehyung as he lend it back to the drunk man anyway.

“I’m Taehyung- “sure Taehyung let’s go get some drinks” being said he was dragged to the other side. All that was left was Grace and yourself. She would normally talk nonsense but her drunk state was going to be something else. She offered you drinks and what not and you sat there drinking and drinking until she dug you on something. Drunk state was never a recommended for you. Your sorrows and anything to begin with feelings hit your gut and there was no control nor hypocrisy.

“How is your husband?”

You were quite irritated by the sound of that. The glass in your hand was placed on the counter by a forceful bang.

“What about him?” You sounded nonchalant already feeling down for worse.

“Are you guys getting along? Hmm?” She spoke like the nosy person she is.

“We do” you answered her curtly understanding where she was taking this. Anything about Taehyung made you think and especially this conversation is making you very dizzy on all accounts-

“Oooooh~ Guess Prince Charming pounds you very well till-

“NO! No he doesn’t!” The voice echoed quite dramatically along the vibey jazz. Your dribbling self couldn’t keep up with her apparent 'questions'. Your eye set a bit of neon along the corner but still stable enough to understand the surrounding.

“If you’re wondering, Yes! He has a big dick but NO! He doesn’t fuck me any well!” You confessed.

Moments of silence followed the voice. You were feeling very sexually frustrated but you didn’t want to be reminded of that. Just like any worse event of your life that reminds itself to be remembered, this part particularly bought about gloom and depression at it’s finest. You weren’t a freak but few certainties in a relationship has to be done and you didn’t understand why you were being devoid of said. Why wouldn’t your relationship be a normal one? You sat there trying to reminisce on your actions before they vent. Grace snickered along your side. More company, more gossip.

“Does he love you?”

You couldn’t answer this one.

You had to think. But the thought of you even thinking had already unveiled your answer. If you thought he had loved you in the first place, you shouldn’t even be giving it a thought!

“I…I don’t know” you confessed, once again, feeling pain rise up your chest; hating how pathetic you let yourself look. You didn’t know?

Right. You didn’t know.

But you’re tied to him. It didn’t matter if he loved you or not, you were tied. It didn’t even matter. The pain stir up inside of you. The thought of maybe starving for love and attention throughout your life with him kills you. Another glass of drink distracts. You don’t think, taking a quick gulp of it letting down all of the booze down hoping it would calm your racing mind.

“Well then! It’s time to test it!”

“Right. To test it”

-before you could think, you were already playing dolls with Grace and nothing seemed supportive rather than, to her demolishing company.

Grace handed you another drink while you proceeded with the act.

***

Grace is done convincing her fiance to have him agree to having Taehyung engaged in drinking while she starts the play. Taehyung is not quite drunk since he’s got driving to do. He’s been listening to all the nonsense Evan had to say for the sake of giving you space to talk with your newly engaged friend. His sight hasn’t let go off you for even a second. You look like you’re drinking too much but he’s sure he would love to carry your unconscious body and take care of you all night. His sight hasn’t let go off you for even a second. In fact, he wants to get you the hell out of the sight of these men eyeing and preying his wife.

One such man who has his eye lingering on you is Jimin. Grace’s cousin. He sleeps around with multiple woman multiple times a day and it’s safe to call him a playboy. His charms are irresistible but is it the same kind for you?

Grace had nudged the busy man for a wonderful mission he hasn’t expected he’d get.

“Stop playing with me Grace!” he says but very obviously hoping she isn’t.

“Jim..just get going! I’m never playing with ya!! She needs help and you’re the one who could be responsible for some sinister juncture she might share with her husband tonight!!” she snickers and coos excited.

Jimin is slightly disappointed but even getting to touch your body once could be holy so there is no denying! He immediately heads over to your boozed up self.

He slowly seats himself near you eyeing if your said partner was any near. As soon as his eyes met Taehyung’s he lets out an evident scoff but proceeds with trying to talk to you. Taehyung feels extremely turbulent by his behavior but is stopped by Evan.

What is he supposed to do now? Beat this man to pulp and kill the other man approaching his wife? He would if not for Evan being the engaged one. He is trying to patient and gentle but nothing really work without the meds. He seats himself clenching his jaw bones eyeing your figure form the distance. ‘He doesn’t want to loose you’ and that’s all that’s playing on in his mind.

**

“Looks like someone’s having a bad bad day…”

Your ears perk up and you look at the man beside you. Jimin is not alright anymore; not after seeing someone with graceful beauty like yours to such closeness. All he wants is to rub himself along your clit and see how that voice would sound like but sadly there are other decent ways to hear your voice. He intently looks at you and you question this man on all levels.

“Who are you?” Your very drunk self questioned him. He holds your hand pulling you towards his chest making you get up, out of your seat and into his body. And no. He doesn’t care about your husband nor your dad! All that matters is for him to hold you.

He smoothly escorts you towards the dance floor making you gain some thought process. In no time you were in his arms and moving in rhythm. ‘What did he do and who fuck is this guy?’ He smiles gracefully, creating an arc form up his eyes.

Taehyung looks over to the scene making his insides boil. ‘Son of a bitch!?’ He flares out of his seat but gets pulled back by Evan. He looks over to Evan with deadly eyes but Evan doesn’t know what he had gotten himself into.

“Do you-

He hiccups-

-trust your wife?”

What kind of question was this? He’d trust you with his own life! He’d trust with this entire universe! What was this jerk talking about? But in a sudden his eyes soften up. His heart rate increases dramatically after a mild thought.

‘I trusted Mia. But she..betrayed me’

The past haunts him again.

'Would you?

Would you leave him?'

What has he learned from all these years of healing? But yet, he decides to sit down and watch. Watch if you’d do the same. Know if he’d have to love someone so much and get himself broken down. Her actions haunt him. He’s aware that hasn’t given you anything like he gave her but if you’d have truly been loving him, you wouldn’t fall on some man like she did. Right?

He sat thereafter, looking at something his half wishes not to see but the other wishes to definitely know. Know if you were ever worth his attention.

**

Jimin closes all the gap between the both having your body completely paint his. His hands move a little lower, just a bit away from grabbing your ass. Your drunk self still hasn’t done processing yet and your cold hands stay still on his chest. Jimin inches closer to you lips breathing a hot sensation on them. You slightly flinch but soon lean on closer towards the random warmth. He is very satisfied with the result but that doesn't last longer. You were uncertainly sober and questionably functioning in no time. You looked into his eyes; rage and anxiousness fill up your soul.

He very much didn’t look anything like your husband and you very much did not appreciate some man holding you like this.

You immediately push his chest away but bounced right back to his. Before you could yell he held on to your your waist compact speaking the unwanted situation-

“Nice to meet you mi amor and I’m Jimin.-‘ His sweet caramel like voice invites itself to yours. ‘-We’re in a bit of a mission to see if your worthless husband would do something about me having you. Now, would you stop making a scene and cooperate-

You take a handful of his collar interrupting his excuse. Jimin wasn’t expecting such fierce from you but him being himself, definitely found that hot and it wasn’t helping.

His tongue rolled about his warm mouth checking your sloppy cleavage and you weren’t any oblivious to such actions anymore.

“Worthless as in you mister! Mind that language of yours and off with laying hands on me!”

You let go off his collar and clapped his hands away from you. He was surely hoping for the worst, as his hands slipped right back from behind.

'What kinda sick bastard was he?! Touching you like you’re were his damn property?!'

You were ready to throw hands but he had a point. A very convincing point that he oozes in your ears..

“Stoned as a rock…where is that worthy husband of yours now?”

Right. Where is Taehyung? Where was your husband? You had to show what would happen if he’d lay hands in front of your husband. He should be here for you..

Completely ignoring Jimin, you had started to move, looking for Taehyung, your dearly partner to beat him up, to save you from other hands, hoping for your very heroic experience!

But as soon as your eyes land on him, he diverts his sight-

Is he ignoring you?

You can see a tint of guilt through his posture and wavering eyes but why?

WHY!

Does he want to give you away? Does he not want you!? Did he not care about you? Did he set this all up? Does he not love you!? Is he not interested in this marriage? You feel dizzy once again as these thoughts set in.

“Honey, trust me. He doesn’t care but you know who does?- he spun you around holding you like before. More satisfied. More fun.

“I do.”

Jimin was sure he’d have you on his bed tonight. He was sure to tear you apart while your partner longed. you?

You were lost. Your mind is fogged. Completely unawakened of this stranger’s touch. Unbothered to what he had to say or do. It didn’t even matter to you anymore nor did you want it to affect you this much. Pain only grew to conclusions; Conclusions to concerns; Concerns to pain again.

This was a terrible cycle of feelings.

Your body swayed by his palms. The rhythm sounds nothing like the one you heard before. Your heart ached; thinking of all possibilities of loosing him. You are submitted. You can’t move on anymore. You want him. You needed him. You needed answers.

You loved Taehyung.

Your eyes perked up at the man before you. He looked like a glittery charm. Nothing matters now more than to get answers. You needed to know the reason for giving you such denial and pain. He was hurting you and he needed to know that.

You had to show him how much it fucking hurts.

Your pain ridden eyes had turn naughty and vengeance worthy. Your hands rode up his beige suit and rested on his shoulders. Jimin was very much excited about the happening or his gestured said otherwise. His hands rose up your waist still threatening to grab your ass. His palms rubbed up your spine from time to time, taking all his chances to touch any skin he could. There was no need for space.

His lips were likely to touch yours if you’d like to. He didn’t make you want him but you sure did have him want you bad.

It’s time. It’s time for you to feed Taehyung his kind of medicine and you were made up to it. There was no going back to the spot.

**

“I didn’t know he’d mean this less for you.. jus-just give me a word and I’ll serve you just right darlin-“ Jimin spoke and you reckon he was wayy ahead of your intentions. You let a promisingly seductive chuckle, caressing his left cheek. You could feel your husband’s eyes on you but it didn’t even matter if he would stab Jimin right now.

It’s too late.

“Who knows? Maybe you could just have it that way. Hmmm?” You purred. His hands held you further tightly and in control. He moved you around sniffing your neck wolfishly while you rather looked at your 'dear husband' and his fiery gaze. Your grin only grew wider.

Jimin looked into your eyes, noticing your absence of emotion to his touch. He spun you around in a swiftness looking by your sight.

Jimin simpered looking at the other face, only fueling the fire. Taehyung wasn’t anywhere near rage after he’s seen so much! To say he was raged would never be close enough; not after he’s seen his wife being rolled on by some man.

Especially, when his wife’s doing this just to get him mad.

**

What does she think?

That I’d believe she’s throwing herself on some man? That I’d think she’s trying to seem betraying? She’s mine. She shouldn’t.

Call me awful.

To notice pain in her eyes and to see if i could hurt her more. To acknowledge her suffering and ignore it for my trust.

But, it pleases me to know that she longs for my attention..

It feels amazing.

Something I’ve missed for years worth! To have these feeling hit me again!

To have her mourn for my love- To have her starving for my invitation! Call me anything and I would deserve it but it didn’t matter to me,

Only I’ve longed for love and attention and touch. Only I’ve wanted validation from people- you sure wouldn’t know how exciting this feels..

To have someone beg for you..

To see how much of any impact you’ve been having on them..

To see them suffer because of you..

It’s wonderful..

Her pathetic acts of acting like a whore doesn’t pay off well. I could see some man fuck her to pulp but I’d be sure he’d lay six feet below after I’ve done testing for myself.

It’s a matter of myself.

She makes me feel special like this. And I love it.

The days when I ran around for love, crawling under people.. Having myself stamped on; hoping at least then i would be wanted-

No more.

That’s no more. Mia’s no more. Suck those feelings cause I feel brand new now..

Like I own her soul- Like I could control her emotions and destroy it if I wished to. To know that I’m wanted. To know that she sits right where I put her. To know that I’m valued. To know that I’m loved. To know that I’ve got someone for me now. I won’t be alone when I cry now-i won’t ever have to chase after love now..

She’s here for me. And If my pleasure be it from hurting her…

….so be it

The feeling of feeling real again; I’m feeling real again…like the psycho she’s named me..feels good to be myself-

For all the things I’ve felt, something that I’m watching right now will never excuse her behavior. It pleases me to know but certainly don’t entertain some scoundrel pinching her curves and drinking off her wretched figure and an excuse of a dress!

It shames to me watch this disgusting view by myself and hold a grip. I’m definitely changing for one side but it boils my veins up to a treat! I can’t live without her petty presence at all but for once I’m trying to respect these many years of treatment and nursing. For once.

If she thinks letting some fucker touch her would make me want to beat him away and ruin her, she’s not wrong…

-except for soaking my hands with that fucker’s blood and then ripping her apart with a watching corpse.

**

Her eyes never left his. She swayed and swayed and swayed her body around some other body. He was clearly aggrieved. He was clearly burning but the point?

She wanted him to know what he’s doing to her but he’s only been growing like an useless weed.

What was the point of lending flesh to a stray dog when the child besides acts no remorse?

**

“Are you sure sweetheart? I’d have you see goodness sweetie..” the man almost begged into her ears. She simply ignored his offer and set to her husband.

Like she feared. Like she hated.

At the end of the day, to him was where she had to lay. Whether she likes it or not. It didn’t matter if he’d have loved her like she does cause this is tied..

It wasn’t like she wishes to go home to him..not after she’s learned that he doesn’t care about her or that he doesn’t necessarily love her, but because she has duties to do being his darned wife.

To take care of his diseased sick self. To give him what he only absolutely needs. Whatever it takes to only live that life of his and not to give more than intended.

--

The ride home was awful. Both the partners hating to be on the sides of each other, let alone presence. Your never mending pain and his fickle feelings.

He can no longer stay stable anymore; you once again look like the woman he loves.

His monstrosity hides underneath your gaze, your presence, your scent, your.. love?

His eyes blur over the blue hue as these thoughts hit him. Bones shivering to even look to his side-

You loved him, how could he…?

***

I feel woke.

Different from the horrible man I was moments ago..

Lights reflected her stinging eyes as she forces her sight outside.

Having her this close to me only makes me blamable. Seeing her vulnerable gives that stinging ache of hurt and guilt of betrayal..

she can’t be devoid of anything in this world! She’s an angel and no one hurts her..

I’m a terrible person. How could I think of hurting y/n? What was on my mind?! Am I insane? No! I’m changing! I need her! I’m no monster! I’m no monster that Mia said I was! I’m here for y/n…I love her! No! I’M NO LONGER A MANIAC!

I can’t impart to look at those agony filled eyes..

No.

Not when I am the soul serving reason! I don’t want to go back to the past years…I don’t want to be the bad guy for my love, for this most valued second chance but…

I don’t even get to deserve her…

she’d leave me…

What have I done?! WHAT HAVE I DONE!!?

**

The brakes screeched followed by mad pedestrians and drivers, horns start blasting here and there; annoyed at such irresponsible actions on a busy road. You looked at him with trembling hands which covered your head. His hands trembled themselves along with an abnormally breathing & acting Taehyung. His hands clutched the steering wheel tightly; anxiousness and fear were very evident. His eyes stood frozen. His body shivering under nothing..

You were bewildered by his actions and wouldn’t understand what was bothering him.

His sweat glistening along the random street rays and tears…? Was he crying? Your heart sank a bit looking at him. He looked unusual and terrified. His eyes looked over to yours,

unsettling you..

He was definitely nothing but scared. His lips fluttered, trembling with no control. Tear drops threatened to fall out his moist lids and this was something that you just couldn’t bear to watch or to try and understand. What’s he going through at all?

Wanting to be out of the scene, you got out the vehicle to secure the both and to peace the flaming background. You went by the driver seat and led him to the passenger seat. He was in no stage to drive; neither were you; you were mildly drunk but there is no other way. You parked by the side and switched off the steady car. You sat there in a moment of silence, wanting both of you to collect yourselves. You swore you could never understand Taehyung and his bearings. Looking by his side would only make you dwell into him. He looks devastated as hell and you were not ready to fall a mess.

You started the engine and not sooner, felt a cold fragile gentle touch on your wrist. You sat there in silence but you weren’t completely surprised when he broke down.

You reluctantly engulfed him in a slight hug while he scooted closer and cried floods of tears on your bosom. You were uncertain of what he wanted but worries of your own disrupt you. This was emotionally draining for both of you and it’s only growing into a defeat. You never knew what was wrong with him but a crying company makes you feel the same way. Your personal emotions and feelings brim up your shoulders; shuddering yourself with the sobbing man.

How much you wanted to tell him you loved him? To scream and yell all he’d done to hurt your feelings? To have him utter every damn detail on what was bothering him! To open up to you; at least considering you as his wife? To give you a chance to understand him? You would never force him to stay with you or to love you..

But why? Didn’t he know that? The same disgusting notions you wish to forget lingers around the small space.

He was no toy but a breathing man; doing too much by doing nothing, simply weighing himself on your figure. His smooth hair brushed your crook. The slight breeze spread through your collided warm bodies giving you a sense of comfort. His eyelids swell due to excessive crying also making your satin drenched and partly stained.

You caressed his hair hoping to calm the strained man only feeling bad and nothing to cross the limits. Tears left your eyes here and there but you care not to want to show your vulnerability to a man who wouldn’t even bother to care about it.

His hands held you closely to his own body, embracing you like a pillow. Embracing you like he cared. Neither of you exchanged words but the couple knew that they needed this. Your back rested on the window while he plopped his entire weight on top of you, sobbing like it didn’t seem to end.

At that moment everything felt right. For him to be in your arms and for you to hold him like you meant. He tries his best to muffle all the noises he makes but silent struggles leave you as you hold him close to you, very much knowing how poorly he hides it. The sight of seeing your most beloved drench into his own tears and anonymous despairs is awfully irritating your open wounds; making it bleed invisibly..

You feel his head engaging in movements as you immediately fixed your posture to get going but his hands grasp you down gently like the glaze of feathers. He simply made you weak but his weaker self laid you down like the heaviest burden that you no longer were interested in.

He made his way up to your eyes, badly wanting you to look at him and not somewhere else. To look at him like you always did. But once you did look into his eyes, the immense pain that filled both of your entirety felt as if you had a million things to say to each other but couldn’t bring yourself to tell it. You grew dumb and dumber; wishing to soon even be blind.

You chewed on your lips, not wanting to loose yourself and make a fool of yourself again. Your eyes welled up with tears replaced after tears. His mesmerizing ones stay put rather swollen weakly to look into your hesitating ones. His fingers touch your cheek as if your skin was something really delicate to be even be seen by and you look away from him as he’s intoxicating you until you felt like you wouldn’t feel yourself. His hands wandered about like breeze over your chin lifting it up. He was slowly cracking and shattering both of you- your heart could glide off your chest by the hassle he was giving you. Finally, unhurried, placing his palm on your profile he speaks,

“Y/n…please don’t ever leave m-me alone…

His voice sounding like he’d fragment any moment you uttered a simple ‘no’. Your long stored tears start flowing from your pitiful eyes, blurring the images you saw.

'You’ll never leave him…what was he saying..'

“…I’d have n-no one y/n…I’ve only got you..if y-you’d leave me, I would die the same-

---

His face reddened with a stinging pain on his wet cheek.

“SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP TAEHYUNG SHUT UP”

Tears follow up on both your eyes but this chance, more on yours. You shook his collar vigorously finally getting to speak up for yourself-

“DID YOU THINK I’D SIMPLY GET RID OF YOUR LOWLIFE?! HUH??!MAYBE..maybe-

Your heart clenched to even state the reality. But he should know. Know that you now know.

Why must you have to suffer alone? Your voice decreases into a rabbit hole followed but your entire fucking sanity. Mouth growing hesitant and hurt even making the statement

“…maybe you don’t love me..i-

“W-Hat?! I’ve always loved you-

“SHUT UP! I’M TALKING SOMETHING! YEAH?!” You wailed at him. your voice trembling as you collect your helpless self..

You were practically yelling at his face which reminds you of what you’re doing. You let go off his collar and wipe your tears strenuously not thoughtful about even explaining it to him. What could possibly change? The fact that he’s lying? Pretending? The fact that he ever so easily rapped out words that never meant a thing?

No. There. There’s the answer.

You simply start the engine and move on with the life ahead of you. You haven’t exchanged any words nor did he.

When you expected the night to be a wonderful one, all it had to do was to disprove you.

To say you were guilty for slapping him would be an understatement. And to say you regretted telling anything would be an even greater understatement. You were a messed up shit and he was an even messier fuck.

--

The car was parked and the door besides you slammed shut.

He was gone.

Like always, he was gone. Gone without according what you required. Gone when you’d need him the most. What you’d at least expect he’d try to recognize you needed.

---

Every other day went around like usual except, you only started feeling even awkward and even oddly affectionate towards Taehyung.

Feelings like a high school crush and ego like an aged women.

Small interactions were no more and living under the same roof with him was hellish. Everything would be nice if both you had just talked it over that night…everything would have been fine…

You were shamelessly desperate in love. Raising hands towards him made you feel condemned to your actions, bailing him out. He made you feel as if you had done everything wrong, as if you were the flaw. Seeing his face and feeling his warmth besides you felt extremely uncomfortable the way it shouldn’t; simultaneously, overlooking for the same.

Fearing he would never come back to you and cherish you like you dreamed he would. Get sick of his life with you and leave you as such. The more you over thought it, the more you despised yourself. He is a sick man for god’s sake! It kills you to acknowledge how you have portrayed yourself before rightly considering his issues.

He’s making you feel as if you didn’t deserve to even have feelings in the first place. To not have an opinion. To only look after him. To not even care about oneself. He’s making you feel like the terrible person you’re not..

All that you wanted to do was to apologize to the pious man that you’ve been thinking he is. To tell him that he didn’t ever deserve you. To fall beneath your desires and have them nonexistent.

To you, he was nothing but a child. A child you’ll have to pamper and give love to, but never expect to get from. To take care of, cause he still isn’t the grown man you’d expect him, to understand and know you.

You’ve never felt this awful. To be emotionally disturbed and physically drained. You are several times even convinced that you’re cursed to live ill fated with an innocent man. Or maybe he’s cursed to live with a inconsiderate witch like you…

He walks past you, ignoring your efforts. You look at the reoccurring plate of unattended breakfast you’ve managed to cook for him. A breathless sigh escapes your dry mouth as you slip the food in the garbage bin just like the days before. Once he’s left his attention for you, so did your appetite or anything else to cope with. A whole of your self would want to apologize to him over nothing but another whole stands stable on ego. You bluntly follow his tracks to the car so he could do his just assigned duty of dropping you off at your work place and nothing more.

His emotional manipulation was working better than intended and ‘sickness’ was the ultimate excuse. You sure didn’t know if he loves you or not but you are for sure tired of examining for answers. Right now it didn’t even mean if anything ever sprayed conclusions cause you’re made up to earn him. Leaving him would only kill you to go back to the same. As a simple human, compassion was immensely affecting you, falling in love deeper than ever.

His sickness, his weapon, executed what he needed absolutely well and more.

He knew he would do anything for you and if at all he’d only call it 'love'.

You wouldn’t leave his side and that’s the point made.

He wouldn’t look at you, he wouldn’t talk to you, he wouldn’t acknowledge your presence on purpose; Taehyung is toxic and your affections open new gates for him.

A new way to see things.

A new way to get things done the way, the only way, he’d want it to be done..

To be continued..

tags: @sinnertae @allorareverz

[hops-hunny]

for the blurbs maybe blaise sneaking into your room during summer break to give you a gift he just couldn't wait for you to see.

i love ur writing btw <3

PRONOUNS: THEY/THEM

WHAT WAIT YOU LOVE MY WRITING?! I've been following you for like 2 years ennkejkge I'm flippin out

(Y/n) stretched, an exhausted sigh leaving their lips. The heat always managed to do that. Whether you were relaxing in doors, or going on a hike as they had earlier, it'd suck the energy right out of you, leaving you only with the content of spending a day without worry.

Turning out the light, the room grew dim except for the faded flickering of half used candles sat upon their dresser. The old mattress creaked from the weight, the old wood letting out a soft grown as it settled. Even though it was definitely in a worse state compared to the one at Hogwarts, springs poking through the top, cotton spilling out the sides, it was far more comfortable. It was home.

But, despite all the comforts and familiarity, the calmness of it all, they were still bored. (Y/n) desperately hoped for something, anything to happen. (E/c) eyes fluttered closed, the cracks in the plaster ceiling focusing and unfocusing as they slipped deeper into consciousness. Or at least that was so until....

"You awake?" the familiar deepness traveled from the window on the tops of the warm breeze causing them to jolt up. A (s/c) hand lay over their chest, keeping their heart from jumping from their chest. The corners of cracked lips turning upwards at the sight.

There was Blaise. Grey sweatpants and a half unbuttoned sleep shirt, a brown parcel package in hand. They almost wouldn't believe it was him, if not for the expensive rings lining his hands. Never had he looked so casual so...human.

"I suppose I am. What brings you halfway across England on a June night?" they teased. the bed gave another restless groan at the added weight but neither of them minded. The slytherin rolled his eyes, kissing his partner. The kiss was short but numbing leaving (Y/n)'s lips tingling. Blaise leaned forward, tucking a piece of hair behind their ears.

"Well if I'm honest, I just had to see you. I got you this gift when my family went on holiday earlier in the week and well...I just couldn't wait. Any excuse to get out of that bloody place." he huffed pushing the package into his partner's hands.

(Y/n) let out an overdramatic gasp, a shocked expression on their face. "Blaise, Blaise, Blaise! You mean to tell me mummy doesn't know you've left? What would she say if she knew you were-"

"Oh hush and open the package, (Y/n/n)!" his lover silenced muttering something snarky. The man patted his lap excitedly.

Ripping and tearing at the paper it revealed a box which (Y/n) threw off rather anxiously. Another gasp (genuine this time) left their lips. In the box was the softest and most beautiful cream cashmere sweater they had ever seen.

"Oh wow...this is beautiful Blaise!" Lifting it out, (Y/n) jumped from the bed spinning around in circles as they held it up to their chest. "I love it!"

"I'm glad, love."

"But a sweater in the summer?"

"I'm gonna kill you."

TAGSLIST: @pink-hufflepuff@nevillelongbottomlover@ezra-my-beloved@beewitchedlou @simpforremuslupin@mottergirl99 @nevilles-whore @carlisbaby @percyweasleyspuff @redpanda-poetry @nevillelongbottomsgirlfriend @de4ds0up @nevillescomslut

[lilyclawthorne]

Keeping Up A-fear-ance's Thoughts

I finished writing this shortly after 3 am after watching the new episode like three times because I simply had too much energy about it and I have so many thoughts because I simply live for clawthornes and also I tried to break it up with more photos this time sorry not sorry if it's a lot ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

YOUNG EDA!! let me just say I am quite a fan of opening with a flashback like we've done here and the last episode

"we have never seen a curse like this before" Lilith you had shit luck picking out curses huh

"cut it out if we have to" goddamn Gwen let'a calm the fuck down a bit.

anyways we've only really seen young Eda as a wild and confident and happy little child so I appreciate seeing this side of her with the anxiety and fear she's feeling here. I love seeing what the curse stuff was like for her as a kid

Gwen: I raised a perfectly fine kid

Me: no you didn't look at her she's got anxiety

I'm guessing this is their backyard or just some woods behind their house?? wonder if the portal was placed there by another elder family member.

lmao I can't even begin to imagine what small Eda experiencing the human realm was like for the first time

Gwens giving me "I can't accept that my child is disabled/chronically ill/etc." here. y’know the kinda parent that'll put their kid through hell over something they probably will find a way to learn to live with (which Eda did do)

ok that's it I humbly request to know the story behind the fang now (also the noise she made when she put it in was freaking cute)

new dress! new boots! new dress! new boots!

..yikes that fridge is empty

"calm down the curse acts stronger when you're stressed" Eda do you know who you're talking to here

confirmation losing limbs is in fact a side effect of the curse!! (y'know since Eda originally said it just happens when you get older)

please I love these sisters they're so sweet and make me wanna go 🥺

"suddenly curious about my past" "always. always curious" Luz says exactly what we all think

witchlet?? sweet flea?? she's got pet names for them 🥺 (although idk how much I'd like to be referred to as any kind of flea sorry Lilith)

ok Gwen is very much not close to what I expected and I'm kinda grateful for that

she's more like super caring but still managed to royally fuck up which was my original head canon for clawthorne parents so uh that's cool. but literally, look at their body language, Eda's pissed, Lilith's sad and making herself small. she's clearly messed up with her parenting on both of them along the way.

"who knows what they put in those nasty concoctions?" mama clawthorne would be a fucking anti-vaxxer wouldn't she

ok I side with Eda here more than Luz and Lilith. just because Luz misses her mother, or Lilith hasn’t seen their mom in so long doesn’t mean Eda has to feel all grateful for the presence of Gwen, especially if the woman has caused her a lot of trouble over the years

I feel like the fact that its actually both Lilith and Gwendolyn have spent their whole lives dedicated to trying to find a cure could probably have held some kind of weight on Eda at some point. Even though she shouldn't feel guilty or responsible for that, I still feel like it's gotta suck knowing these people have spent so much time on something you know is likely never gonna happen, all for you.

Lilith 😞 her mother really just didn't pay attention to her all these years

hey if this guy does some next level healing magic then why isn't he more well-known, huh? why’d it take so long to come across him?? Gwen do you know what the fuck you're doing cause I think you don't

Lilith just because you're depressed about your mom doesn't mean you have to bring king down too 😠

SUPER irrelevant but is anyone else just bothered by the way Lilith is holding her spoon?? that doesn't seem like a comfortable way to hold a spoon. also is she left handed??

"knife season came early" EDA WHAT DOES THAT MEAN. is this a boiling isles things or is this a it’s common for people to throw knives at you thing

also I want to be surprised Eda fell for the apple blood signs but I am not 😔 

Luz please trust you're gut on this one and not mama clawthorne

ok now I need to know why the fridge was empty but they had 18 cartons of ice cream this is why you guys don't have food you're wasting it all on ice cream.

wow never thought I'd see the day hooty became the voice of reason

also, night market ice cream?? are they implying this ice cream is like, edibles of some sort?? Lilith does seem kinda high here ngl. idk man but at least she wants to stand up for herself so good for her.

PLEASE kings just offering her ice cream while she transforms

"first in a series" Gwen honey oh no. you've been duped. I think we can see where Lilith got her naïveté from huh.

Also, nice snatch Luz 😊

anyways love how this show is basically making fun of moms who refuse to give their kids proper medical treatment or listen to medical professionals here

EXCUSE ME why do we know Gwen's palisman's name before we know Lilith's?????

"I am a mother who'll do anything for her daughter" you're mom who's suffocating obsession with one daughter has left the other neglected and is currently causing her to turn into a full on beast ya dummy

Eda DOES have a right to be upset. it sucks that her own valid emotions that she should get to feel will cause her while body to betray her.

PLEASE I’M SO GLAD LILITH’S BEAST DESIGN LOOKS LIKE HER AND IS NOT THE THING FROM THE TRAILER THAT IS ACTUALLY IN EDA"S HEAD WHEN SHE’S TRANSFORMED

but also why is she SO massive?? also anyone concerned that this is her first transformation and the light glyph trick wouldn't even work??

Gwen look at what you've done, you've fostered feelings of inferiority in one daughter causing her to feel the need for sibling rivalry that the pure instincts of the raven beast cannot suppress no matter how much their sisterly relationship had improved.

HOW COULD YOUR OTHER DAUGHTER ALSO BEING CURSED BE A PART OF THE PROCESS GWEN??

"after Eda was cursed, I joined the beast keeping coven" woah woah WOAH. you're telling me you only joined because of trying to help Eda. that covens existed, before Eda got cursed, and you very much weren't a part of one. combine that with "some words for belos" she has and do I smell wild witch theory still plausible???

anyways at least mama clawthorne is getting some sense into her head here

Morton c'mon help a girl out, that's some dang good art too what the heck dude

ok fine mama clawthorne to the rescue

no pls not raven beast Lilith crying im crying now

Gwen: I raised a fine and self-sufficient child

Me: no you didn't look at her. she's got, SO MUCH.

GODDAMN THATS SOME POWER. ngl this only adds fuel to the fire in my head that there was some kinda reasoning these sisters were torn apart, that someone felt they'd be too powerful together (and they were probably right)

"I heard you but I couldn't stop myself, I couldn't do anything" may be just because she's not used to the curse but again part of me is concerned that because she couldn't pull herself out of it even a little bit like Eda did that there's something wrong there. but she also could've been stressed beyond reasonably calming herself down too.

ok but this is sweet

NOOO im so sad Lilith's leaving :( I literally cried ok

"you lived here?" fine OKAY king that was hilarious even if im sad about this

"reconnect with dad" excuse me where the fuck has this man been in the middle of all of this. curse shit is going DOWN and he's just chilling at home.

I am curious about people's thoughts regarding the whole Lilith regression thing and the fact that she's literally going to be living with her parents again. I feel like it could help nurture that inner child she's been reverting back to and help her out a LOT. but I could also be concerned about it feeding into the regression and making it worse?? idk and this show probably ain't getting that actually deep into psych anyways

"some day my hair is gonna be big enough to do that too" Luz I cannot wait for the day. also mood, I wish I could do that too.

alright who's holding the fucking pen for hooty we need a volunteer RIGHT NOW so we can remain in contact with Lulu

NOT THE ONLY HUMAN? my bets on the real azura rip never mind she said he

Titan’s Blood?? interesting. If the blood of the titan is around I wonder what that means regarding the titans existence, and how long its been since the titan fell.

AHH BABY LUZ PHOTO

ALSO WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?? They're really gonna spring that on us like this??? Camila's gotta notice somethings wrong right??? Unless any differences she just chalks up to the camp?? oh god :(

well, anyways lumity shippers come get yo juice next weekend

anyways im gonna need to add a NOT canon compliant tag on that one Gwendolyn fic I wrote because it definitely do not comply anymore

[lifes-better-on-saturn]

Fuck Me Like You Hate Me

Summary: Without meaning to you make Minghao upset. He decides to make you pay for it.

Warnings: Smut, Angst, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) spanking, degradation (slut, whore), hair pulling + more maybe.

(reader is thick. Got big boobs, thick bum. Ya know, the good stuff)

"God! You really know how to push my fucking buttons don't you!" His voice echoed through the entrance of your shared house as you threw his jacket on the couch and turned to him crossing your arms. He rose his brow in expectation.

"What do you want me to say? I'm sorry?! For talking to my very gay best friend, whose also very taken, by a man, might I add. You've met him right?" You questioned sarcastically pulling the pins out of your hair.

You had met all of your guys friends for a little get together, when minghao started glaring at you as you laughed with Jeonghan and Vernon.

"You know thats not what I'm talking about." Shaking his head you laughed incredulously at his dumbass question.

"What?! What are you talking about, because if I'm being honest I have no fucking clue what your on about." Your voice slowly got louder as the anger built up in your chest.

His eyes burnt into your backside as you walked towards your bedroom. As much as the way your hips turned him on he still had anger coursing through his veins. "Don't you walk away from me!" He yelled after you as he followed you down the hallway. Rolling your eyes you started to unzip your dress unfortunately you were having a lot of trouble. Groaning you started to lift it over your head as you were too pissed and proud to ask him for help.

Giving up you went to purse and grabbed your phone plugging it in and laying down on the bed as you proceed to text Jeonghan.

"Texting your other boyfriend?" He shot as he unbuttoned his shirt.

"Oh my fucking god! Can you stop! Who? Who the fuck else would I wanna fuck? Huh? Tell me!" Your eyes couldn't help but stare his toned chest and stomach.

"Oh just stop-" you cut him off.

"No! Answer me!" You got up wagging your finger at him, getting right up in his face. His breathing started to get harder as you stared into his eyes.

"For fuck sakes-" Grabbing your hand he turned your body around wrapping his hand around your throat lightly and pressed his hardness into your ass.

"You better shut the fuck up, before I fuck you so hard you know no one else's name but mine." He growled as he thrust his hard cock against your ass.

Letting out a small moan you bit your lip as you didn't want him to know he had this affect over you.

"God. You have no idea what you do to me. That fat ass moving with every fucking step you take. Fuck. Your so hot. You make me so hard." He lightly kissed your neck as he squeezed you ass in his large hands. He knew what that did to you.

A light bulb went off in your head. You knew he was just teasing you and if you didn't do anything you'd be left wet and alone. So you decided you'd tease him back.

Reaching behind you, you ran your hand over his stomach and slowly moved down onto his jeans, groping his member through his jeans making him groan into your neck.

"Fuck, you really asking for it, aren't ya? Slut." His hand came down on your ass again making you throw it back against him harder. Running your hands back up his stomach you felt the muscles tense at your delicate touch making you smile and bite your lip as you craned your neck to get a glimpse of his face. His lip was caught between his teeth and his head was thrown back as your fingers traced the dents of his abs.

Looking down at you he saw you smiling up at him. Smiling back slightly he brought his hand up to wrap lightly around your neck as he moved his lips onto yours.

This had been the first kiss you two had shared that night. His tongue invaded your mouth as he lightly squeezed your neck making you gasp into his mouth. He pulled away making you whine and grasp his manhood tighter. He groaned into your neck as he started to suck and bite dark marks into the skin.

You moaned as your turned around pushing him backwards towards the bed until he was sitting. You turned around pointing to the back of your dress

"Unzip me?" You whispered sensually. His hands automatically reached up and pulled the zip all the way down before it slid off you shoulder and pooled at your feet. You turned around exposing your pretty red lingerie.

It was a backless halter neck that was see through from the waist up with roses covering where your nipples were and velvet from the waist down.

A low growl rumbled from Hao's chest as he scanned your body. Turning around you pushed him onto the bed and straddled him while you latched your mouth to his, your tongue invading his mouth. His hands drifted up your thighs gripped at the flesh.

Your hands slid up his bare abdomen, feeling every dent a ridge of his toned torso. His hands drifted higher to your barely covered ass gripping and slapping the jiggly flesh making you moan loudly into his mouth. You loved having your ass slapped by Hao, he was so rough yet so caring with it.

His hand smoothed over the skin before coming down harder on it a few my times before he'd had enough of your teasing.

He gripped your waist and flipped you over onto your back making you gasp as he detatched his mouth from yours.

"As sexy as this looks on you, I need it off." He growled hastily undoing the tie at your neck and roughly pulling is down until your breasts were free.

He stared at them for a minute before moaning slightly. He ducked his head dowto kiss around the flesh of your tits before taking your right nipple into his mouth and sucking aggressively, his other hand groping and massaging the other with great vigor.

He moaned around your nipple looking into your eyes as you stared down at him.

You moved your hand to thread it in his beautiful grey locks, tightening significantly when he lightly bit your bud. This actions caused him to growl and slap your other breast lightly making you moan and arch your back.

After taking care of both nipples equally he moved up to kiss at your neck and pull the rest of your lingerie down your body, exposing your body. Once you had been stripped of everything he started to grind his hard cock into your wet heat, roughtly, practically, dry humping you at times.

Your knees pressed into his hips as your hand gripped his back.

"What do you want baby? Tell me, my little whore." He whispered into your ear, pushed his cock deeper. You let out a strangled moan as your grip on him tightened.

Pulling back he grabbed your throat lightly looking deep into your eyes.

"Use your words baby. Don't make things worse." His thumb dragged lightly along your bottom lip, before he brushed his lips against yours.

"Fuck me, Minghao. Fuck me like you hate me." You smirked returning his stare.

Once again releasing and deep growl he flipped you over onto your stomacb as if you weighed nothing. He pulled you ass up into the air slapping it making it jiggle.

"Arch that shit for me babygirl. Be a good little slut for me." He demanded, kneading the fleshy globes of your ass.

You arched your back as far as you could looking over you shoulder for confirmation that it was good enough. He nodded slightly before pushing your head down into the mattress, and unzipping his pants pulling them down along with his boxers, his hard member springing to freedom.

He was at least 7-8 inches, with a decent girth, that stretched you the perfect amount. He stroked himself slowly for a minute before slapping himself against your wet clit making your moan out.

"God baby. Your so wet for me. Such a good slut for me, hey?" His dirty talk went straight to your core and his ripped the mushroom head into your entrance before pulling out and teasing you again.

"Please Hao, fuck me." You wimpered as he smacked your ass once more before leaning forward.

"Oh baby. I'll fuck you until you see stars." He sucked your ear lobe into his mouth before letting go and thrusting hard into your tight heat.

Letting out a screech you threw your head back moaning loudly as his hand tangled in your hair.

His hips moved rapidly, thrusting in and out of you at an almost animalistic pace. One hand wrapped around your hip pulling you to meet his thrusts.

He grunted through gritted teeth as he watched you ass jiggle against his thrusts. He laughed maniacally at the sound of your loud, almost pornagraphic moans echoing through the room. Slapping your ass once more making you moan and bury your face into the soft pillows.

"Uh uh baby. Don't you hide those beautiful moans." His hands wrapped around your hair once more pulling you up against his chest.

His hands moved to your waist as he kissed all over your neck and shoulders. Still pounding into you you moved your hand up to thread your fingers into his soft hair, twirling the tufts until one particularly hard thrust making you pull his hair.

He growled for the 100th time that night and pulled you body back into him as he thrust roughly into your aching pussy.

"This hard enough for ya?" He grunted into your ear as he rubbed your ass cheek before laying a sharp slap on the soft flesh. you threw your head back in a loud moan as you felt yourself coming closer to your high.

"You getting close baby girl? Huh? My slut gonna cum for me?" You moaned loudly as you turned your head towards him, his lips meeting yours in a sloppy kiss. He slowed down his thrusts but kept the rough and hardness.

"Fuck, Hao, I'm gonna cum. Make me cum baby." You mained as he sped up again.

He pushed your body back down into the soft duvet.

A plethora of curse words and squeals escaped your lips as you came hard. A groan coming from the man behind you as your walls spazzed, around his length.

He gripped one of your hips as he pulled out. You gasped and flipped your self to your stomach. You watched as he pulled on his member above you, chasing his high.

"C'mon baby. Cum for your slut." You said as you watched his face contort in pleasure.

Sitting up you reached for his length taking over from his own hand.

With two final pumps he exploded over your stomach moaning your name. Leaning over you he attached your lips in one last searing kiss.

Breathing out a fuck he lent his forehead on yours, before rolling next to you.

Looking at him your admired his features until his eyes met yours. As you dated into each other's eyes you trailed a hand down your torso towards the mess of your stomach.

Dipping your finger in it you bought it up to your lips sucking on it. He groaned as you pulled the finger from your mouth he smashed his lips on yours.

"God you'll be the death of me."

[thegc4life]

Oh my, I wasn't expecting a quick response! You honestly made my day ☺️ & I would LOVE to hear the ideas you've got cooking for your FFXV story! (Also, the starlight reader tag under my first ask made my heart flutter. Thank you so much, my long shift suddenly seems bearable now ❤️)

I’m glad I could make your day a little better, it sounds like you needed it. You are now dubbed the starlight Anon. Cause you’re a bright little spot of starlight!

I went back into my doc (so MUCH) and wow, I was really close to being down with the next chapter. I’ll put it under the cut for you, love. If anyone else is interested this was going to be the majority of the next chapter of the fic “Last Chance” for FFXV. Where Umbra and Pryna take matters into their own hands.

Libertus knocked on the door, ignoring the side-eyes the guards were giving him.

“...Come in.”

He frowned at the heavy rasp. It sounded worse than usual. Twisting the doorknob he strolled in, nudging the door closed behind him. “You sound like crap.”

“Thank you, Libertus,” Umbra smiled at him from where he was curled up in his bed with a book. 

“Welcome,” Libertus grinned.

Umbra huffed, lips twitching a bit higher. “Did you need something?”

He shrugged, plopping himself down in the chair next to the bed. “Not really. Nyx is busy, Selena is helpin’ out in the kitchens today I think since she wasn’t in ‘er room, and I don’t have anything to do.”

“So you are bored.”

“Pretty much.”

Umbra nodded, closing the book and setting it on his nightstand. Libertus glanced at the headache medicine next to the glass of water also resting there.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sick before.”

Umbra blinked at him. “...I have a strong immune system. It doesn’t happen often.”

“That sucks,” he stretched out, propping his feet up on the bed next to him. “You can’t see the little princeling til’ you’re better right?”

“Yes,” he sighed. “I am not contagious but no one wants to risk his or mother’s health.”

He looked genuinely regretful. Libertus got it. His little brother had just been born yesterday and, with how hard it looked for him to let go of the baby when it was time for checkups, it probably really sucked to have to stay away from him.

“When Selena was born Nyx wouldn’t let go of her for days,” Libertus shared. “Even when his mom made him go to bed she’d wake up and find him curled up in her crib with her.”

Umbra leaned back into his pillows, eyes warm. “He loves her very much.”

“Oh yeah,” he agreed. “We both do. She’s an awesome kid, you know? This one time, after Nyx’s mom died and we were alone, we needed a way ta’ make money. Nyx kept tryn’ to get small jobs from the market but no one would hire him on for longer than a day. I kept tryn’ to get construction stuff cause that paid pretty well but I was too small back then so no one even gave me a second glance. We came back with nothin’, just like usual, and Selena wasn’t there.” He laughed suddenly, putting his foot down and leaning forwards. “You know how Nyx is always the one tellin’ me to calm down?”

“He is a very calming influence on you,” Umbra nodded.

“Uh,” Libertus paused, processing. “Yeah? Yeah, that. Anyways, he was not when she disappeared like that. I seriously thought was gonna kill someone, he was so mad.”

Umbra brought his knees up to his chest so he could rest his chin on them, smiling warmly. “Where did you find her?”

“Oh, we didn’t find shit,” Libertus laughed. He was glad Nyx wasn’t there to get mad at him for using ‘inappropriate language’ around the Prince. “She strolled right back home when she was good an’ ready. An’ Nyx was about to have a heart attack, he was runnin’ around like his head had been cut off!”

“And I’m sure you were very calm yourself,” Umbra said, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

Libertus squinted at him. “I mighta been a little worried, sure, but the town was pretty calm back then. I figured wherever she was, someone in town was watchin’ out for her. Nyx wouldn’t hear it though. He was bangin’ on doors, demandin’ if people had seen her anywhere. Then, right before he damn near broke through old man Relis’ door she came skippin’ down the street with her little basket Nyx had woven for her. It was full of food and some cloth to make new clothes. Nyx and I damn near lost our minds.”

Umbra blinked slowly, his face relaxed as he curled in further over his legs. “How did she get all of that?”

“By being a little shit, that’s how!” Libertus laughed, leaning back. “She went around to all the market stores and houses with people that had more work than they had hands, offerin’ her own for just a little of what they had to spare, and when they tried to turn her down she guilted the hell out of em’! Told em’ that if they didn’t even try to help out the kids of Galahd then they’d end up with a town full of old folk and no one else until the whole place just fell apart. And that if the kids didn’t starve they’d up and leave for a place that took care of their own better than our shit hole.”

Umbra huffed, blinking less and less because his eyes were staying closed more and more. “I doubt they took that very well.”

Libertus smiled even wider, his heart going all warm and tingly. Because Umbra was right, Selena had pissed everyone off saying stuff like that. Galahd was huge on making sure everyone was cared for and looked after, as best they could be with what they had, so when Selena had told them otherwise they’d all felt insulted to their cores. Not a lot of people had anything to offer back then, even less as the years went on, but Selena made sure that their people stuck to their codes with a backbone of steel and the mouth of an Imp. It was hard, looking out for people when you needed looking out for, but that’s just how Galahd people were. They just needed some reminding from time to time, and Selena took to that job like a fish to water.

It was nice to see that Umbra knew that. Not a lot of city folk did.

“They were pissed,” Libertus nodded, scooting forwards when Umbra swayed a bit to the side. “Gave her all these odd an’ end kind of jobs just to shut her up and then gave her whatever they could spare in return. I don’t know anyone else that can get people to pay em’ out of pure spite like Selena can. They started givin’ Nyx and I some of those small jobs too, and even the other kids started helpin’ out. It made everyone come together again after everything. Selena is the meanest hero I’ve ever met.”

Umbra hummed, low and soft. His eyes were still closed. “...I’d love to meet her.”

“You will,” Libertus assured him. “Don’t know how you two haven’t met yet, honestly. With how much time Nyx and I spend with you and how often she hears about you I’m surprised she hasn’t kicked down your door just to know who the hell we’re talking about.”

Selena’s job in the kitchens always kept her busy (but she never complained, a spring in her step when she would come back with flour stains on her hands and crumbs in her hair) and the Glaive schedule was a ‘round-the-clock’ kind of thing so besides bedtime they never really had time to hang out with all three of them. Nyx would hang out with Selena in the kitchens in the mornings and Libertus would sneak her away for lunch, but other than that they were just too busy. 

Umbra blinked blearily, his eyes a muted dark yellow. “...Next time you have training. Invite her.”

“Sure,” Libertus said even though he knew Selena was always hard at work when they trained and Umbra was usually doing his own training with the Queen. Umbra said stuff like that sometimes. Things that wouldn’t normally work but always somehow did when he said so. “Did I ever tell you about the time Nyx and I got lost in the gardens and this bird tried to eat my ear?”

Umbra breathed out softly from his nose, an approximation of a very tired laugh. “No.”

“Okay,” Libertus said, raring up for another story. “So we had the afternoon off cause you were doin’ somethin’ with your Dad, I don’t remember but it sounded boring, and Captain Drautos was in some meeting so Pelna told us to go enjoy ourselves. So Nyx, of course, picks the gardens cause they’re gods damned beautiful and we don’t even realize when one wall of plants starts looking like the next.”

As he talks he can’t quite help the slight laughter in his voice when Umbra turns sideways into his pillows and drops straight into a dead sleep. He really was a little kid. Talking someone to sleep was exactly what he had to do to Selena whenever she got sick and Nyx wasn’t around to sing to her.

Libertus kept talking, even as he pulled the blankets up around the boy’s shoulders. Nyx had mentioned that Umbra didn’t seem to be sleeping even though he was sick. Umbra was usually real good about doing what needed to be done to keep his body in tip-top shape so he wasn’t quite sure why the brat would fight sleep now of all times, but germs made you think weird so it didn’t really matter.

Libertus placed the back of his hand on Umbra’s forehead, frowning a bit at the heat. Luckily it looked like everything he needed was on the bedside table so he wouldn’t have to leave until dinner time. He’d seen one of the ladies in charge of cleaning and stuff on the way in so they’d probably be back a little before then to give Umbra whatever medicine he needed. It would be just like looking after Selena, only quieter and less likely to give him a heart attack cause Umbra knew not to sneak out of the room to work if Libertus just so happened to doze off. 

Hopefully.

Wringing out a washcloth that had been soaking in the little metal bowl of iced water Libertus set it on Umbra’s head and chattered on. Background noise and a familiar voice calmed Nyx down when he was having problems falling asleep, and judging by the peaceful expression on Umbra’s face it was helping him too.

“The last time Nyx got sick I almost knocked him out just to keep him down. Selena nearly pulled out all her hair too. Nyx is such a pain in the ass when he’s sick cause he refuses to believe he’s actually sick! Even when he’s passin’ out or throwing up his entire stomach he’s all ‘I’m not sick, you two are just paranoid’. Paranoid my ass. I could sneeze and he’d have me strapped to my bed with no escape but he coughs up his own damned lung and it’s all ‘oh no Libertus, this is normal. I always cough up organs, haven’t you noticed’?”

Umbra burrowed further into his blankets.

Libertus took that as an agreement.

--00—

“Ughhh,” Pryna groaned miserably. She flopped to the side for what had to be the fiftieth time before rolling back to her original position. Why was it so hard to get comfortable? 

“I warned you there would be consequences,” Umbra told her, sounding perfectly fine. “With physical bodies, we can not just push the fluctuating Time to the side, it will affect us more strongly now.”

Pryna blinked around her room blearily, making sure she was actually alone because it was so hard to focus and Luna had tried to sneak in multiple times now. 

“Why didn’t you tell me that sooner?” she said, pressing her palms to her eyes in an attempt to relieve the pressure built there. Her face burned beneath her hands. She could talk to him in her head, but the effort to transfer her thoughts just felt like too much. She missed the connection they had when they had full access to their core. She didn’t have to think so much to talk to him, she just had to feel and he would know. Human bodies were stupid.

“Because you learn better through experience. It won’t last long, half a day at most, but let this teach you to always keep in mind the result of our interference.”

“Will this happen every time we change things?” Pryna whined. She didn’t like the sound of that. They had big plans, they couldn’t get laid out like this (or worse) every time they needed to make a move.

“No, only when we use our magic too much. I know it feels like we are drastically weaker now due to our fractional magical supply, but what we have now is still a great strain on our physical forms. Simple things such as pausing or Seeing will not harm us in moderation, but focused skills and spacial creation will drastically affect our bodies. Freezing and slowing Aulea’s Time is simple enough, but our bodies will need the adjustment period all the same.”

Pryna frowned. She prodded at their shared magical core. It was like a giant wall was placed between them and it, only small amounts filtering to them in order not to overload them. The amount filtered to Umbra was a bit bigger. “But… you never actually stop Seeing. Won’t that make you sick all the time?”

“It would, if I were in your shoes. The Fleuret family is very magically gifted, but not nearly to the same degree as the line of Lucis. It is why your illness is so much more poignant than mine. I tried to separate the recoil as best I could but with sharing the same magic it is nearly impossible to split so definitely.”

“So that’s why we’re filling flasks,” Pryna realized. She had thought it was a little odd, placing small fractions of their magic into little magical flasks and storing them in a pocket dimension, but she had just thought it was a way Umbra had made up for her to practice her control. She shattered the vials often enough, putting too much into them, so it had made sense. “So we can use that magic instead of our main reserves.”

Umbra hummed in response. “For the most part. The flasks have many potential uses but by separating them from ourselves it makes them a little more volatile. We can’t use them for things that need absolute focus to maintain.”

“Like helping Aulea.”

“Yes.”

Pryna crossed her arms, before realizing that made her shoulders ache even more. She flopped them back to her sides, glaring at the ceiling. “I want to be able to do more too.”

“I know,” he sounded amused. “But with your control, the less is better for now. As you grow your body will be able to withstand more and you will be able to utilize it better as well.”

Pryna used to think it was unfair that she had to be limited in what she could do and try when Umbra had started out with no limiters whatsoever. She’d complained about it a lot, when she was first exploring their magic. Then, when she snapped at him for stopping her again, he had looked so sad and hurt she’d apologized on instinct. He’d said that the mistakes he made when he wasn’t even aware of what he was truly doing were irrevocable and he refused to let her make the same. She’d still felt a little cheated, but the more she learned the less angry she was.

Time could be scary sometimes.

The door creaked open and Pryna groaned.

Umbra laughed. “Try to get some rest. We’ll talk later.”

He was one to talk. Pryna knew he felt just as nervous as her, falling asleep in these weaker forms. They could still See, when they were asleep, but they could never See themselves. It made them feel vulnerable, and now that they were sick the feeling was multiplied tenfold.

Reikin walked in with a tray in his hands.

“Dad,” Pryna croaked, smiling up at him. She perked up even more when Ravus walked in and closed the door behind them. A small thump told her that Luna was on the other side, probably upset that she’d been locked out. “Ravus! Are you supposed to be in here?”

“Just for a bit,” Reikin answered for his son, voice soft and quiet. “I thought you’d like a bit of company. Can’t be too much fun, all cooped up in here.”

“It’s awful,” Pryna sniffed. “I hate being sick. I don’t know how you all handle it.”

Ravus rolled his eyes, rolling her around gently to get the blankets out from under her. “I can’t believe this is the first time you’ve ever gotten sick.”

Pryna stuck her tongue at him. It was probably thanks to Umbra. He was always telling her when to stop using their magic and how much to use. Which was only fair seeing as how he hadn't told her about it making them feel horrible if they used too much!

“Hmmm,” Reikin brushed her bangs back, resting his hand on her head while balancing the tray in his other arm. Pryna leaned into the cool touch, closing her eyes. “Your fever has gone down a bit. That’s good. Do you feel up to eating?”

She definitely did not but Umbra would get all huffy if she didn’t. It was kind of hard to remember to eat all the time (until her stomach clenched and yelled at her, that was so weird) but he always told her it was important. That rule probably still stood even if her stomach already felt like it was full of rocks.

“I guess,” she said, pushing herself up. Ravus helped her stuff the pillows behind her back, crawling up next to her and letting her rest her head on his shoulder. “...I love you Ravus.”

He snorted, tucking all of her hair behind her and out of the way. “I love you too. Now eat.”

Reikin sat on the edge next to them, helping her with the bowl of soup. They all hung their heads when the door swung open and tiny feet barreled towards the bed.

“Luna,” Reikin sighed, reaching down to scoop her up. “You can’t be in here my little moon, you’ll get sick.”

Luna looked like she wanted to cry, which made Pryna want to cry.

“I want to help,” Luna clasped her hands together, looking towards Pryna with wide, watery eyes. “You’re hurting.”

“Not anymore!” Pryna pumped her fist in the air, grinning through the aches and pains. “I feel better every time you smile, I think it’s magic!”

Luna, never one to call Pryna out for being a liar, smiled immediately.

“Ohhh,” Pryna looked at her arms in wonder. “How did you do that? I feel so much better!”

Ravus tapped her head. “Stop moving, you’ll make yourself worse.”

“You’re right,” Pryna nodded, settling back against him. “I shouldn’t waste Luna’s healing magic. Right, Luna?”

“Right,” she beamed.

A heavy, exasperated sigh drew their eyes back to the door for the fourth time. Sylva looked unimpressed.

“You three,” she narrowed her eyes at the ones that were not currently bedridden. “I explicitly told you not to come in here.”

“Darling,” Reikin stood, Luna still cradled in his arms. “I was just bringing Pryna her food and-”

“No,” she held up a finger to stop him, stepping in so she could shoo them all out. “The three of you have terrible immune systems. I told you I would handle her food, you need to go wash your hands.”

“Sylva-” 

“Out,” she commanded, lifting Ravus straight out of the bed (Pryna giggled at the startled squeaking sound he made) and readjusting the pillow so Pryna could sit back again. Three pairs of sad eyes stared at her when the door closed in their faces. “Honestly, I turn my back for one second.”

Pryna laughed.

Sylva turned to her, one eyebrow raised. “And you are no better. I know you do not want them to worry, but if you push yourself this will only last longer.”

“Okay mom.”

Sylva’s face softened. She took Reikin’s spot at the side of the bed, settling the bowl of soup into her own hands.

“How are you feeling sweetie?”

Pryna smiled, feeling warm in the best way all the way down to her toes. “Better.”

“Good,” Sylva offered her the spoon. “Let’s keep it that way.”

Pryna was eventually able to doze off with Sylva’s fingers carding through her hair and a lullaby in the air. 

She guessed sleeping wasn’t so bad. Not when there was someone nearby to watch over them.

--00—

One of the best things about the birth of the youngest Lucian Prince was that it made Nyx’s job much, much easier. In the Citadel it wasn’t like there was a lot he really needed to watch out for, and being surrounded by a hefty amount of both Crownsguard and Kings Glaives meant the chances of anything happening were low. The only thing Nyx really had to worry about was finding Umbra and then keeping it that way. Which, admittedly, also wasn’t very hard because for some reason while Umbra would often disappear on most of his guards (the stories shared at mealtimes were both ridiculous and a bit unbelievable) he rarely, if ever, ditched out on Nyx or Libertus. He wasn’t sure about the reasons but looking at the faces of any guard that wasn’t Alec (who Libertus was convinced had a tracking device placed on the Prince) he decided it was best not to look a gift horse in the mouth. 

It was still a trial and a half to find Umbra though. 

At least, it was until Prince Noctis was born. As soon as Umbra’s fever had broken he had been in the medical wing with the Queen and his new little brother. Then, when Noctis was moved to his own nursery room, Umbra trailed after. Wherever the newborn was, Umbra was sure to be there too.

The shared looks of relief between Guards and Glaives when they realized they now had a sure-fire way to track the eldest son was both hilarious and relieving (who knew that one of the best ways to bring two very different types of people together was to make them watch a child with so much wanderlust it was like he was trying to float right out of his own body). 

Nyx counted off in his head the four different locations Umbra was most likely to be. It was after lunch so he wouldn’t be with the Queen. She was still recovering from giving birth so she was typically only awake around meal times. He was pretty sure the King had a Council Meeting so neither Prince would be with him (even though Umbra seemed pretty intent on getting involved in those). He’d already checked Umbra’s room and found it empty, so the only other likely place for him to be was the nursery.

Hopping from ledge to ledge Nyx flipped his way to the eastern wing. When he landed on the ground outside the nursery door Alec waved at him in greeting. The other Guard was a tall, stone-faced woman Nyx had seen around a few times. She didn’t talk much. Or ever. Libertus thought she was a mech.

“Hey Nyx,” Alec smiled, tired and warm. “Here to switch with Libertus?”

“Yeah,” Nyx said. “You look tired.”

Alec scratched at the scruff along his face, blinking slowly. “That obvious? My sister’s been real sick lately. I’ve been trying to help out with her kid whenever I’m off.”

Nyx frowned. Hadn’t his sister gotten sick over a week ago? “...She okay?”

Alec shrugged, his face blank. “Hope so. I’m off soon actually, they got that new kid taking over for me. You’ve met Morgan Dires, right?”

Nyx held back a snort. “Yeah. He’s…”

“Nervous?” Alec smiled teasingly. “He’s a good kid. Just thinks too much. Mind keeping an eye on him for me?”

“Thought I was here to watch the Prince,” Nyx joked.

“Tell the Prince that,” Alec rolled his eyes fondly. “He’s been pretty lazy today though. Hasn’t left this room since noon.”

Nyx glanced at his watch (standard issue and more expensive than anything he had ever owned before). It was a little after 3.

“Before you leave,” Nyx looked up at the tall man, “stop by the kitchens and ask for Selena. Tell her I sent you and she’ll make you some Galahd soup. It clears up just about anything and it shouldn’t take too long.”

“Yeah?” Alec smiled, reaching out to ruffle his hair. Nyx resisted the urge to bat the hand away. Alec had been one of the few people that treated him and Libertus like normal people when they first arrived, and he never cared that they weren’t from the Crown City. He always listened to Libertus and showed interest in their culture in ways none of the other Guards did. He was a good man.

“Yeah, she’ll help you out. Might talk your ear off though. Her mouth is worse than Libertus’ so you’ve been warned.”

“Thanks,” Alec smiled.

Nyx shrugged. It was a kindness done for a kindness.

Nodding to Alec and the Guardswoman (who stared straight ahead, unblinking as always) he opened the door. 

Libertus was in his face, patting his arm and out the door before he could so much as say hello.

“Gotta pee, have fun, he’s super boring today!” Libertus shouted all the way down the hall.

Nyx pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. One day, one day Libertus would be aware of the people around him. One day.

Umbra was sprawled out over a collection of pillows and blankets, leaned back so that Noctis could rest on his chest with one hand on his back protectively and the other holding a book against his knee.

“Hello Nyx,” Umbra greeted, not looking up.

“Hey. You planning on letting him go anytime soon?” Nyx smirked.

Umbra looked up from his book, thumb absentmindedly rubbing soothing circles into the baby’s back. “He can’t do much right now anyway.”

“Yeah,” Nyx conceded, “but you’ve been here for about three hours now and I bet you haven’t put him down once.”

Umbra rested his head on Noctis’, closing his eyes. “My tutor mentioned that babies have a particular scent that evokes protective instincts and emotional attachment in the people around them. I wasn’t prepared for how strong it would be.”

Nyx snorted. “I can see that.”

Noctis sniffed, giving one soft yawn before turning even further into Umbra’s chest. Nyx watched Umbra melt even further into the pillows and thought about Selena. 

“There’s some coloring books over there,” Umbra murmured into the light tufts of Noctis’ hair, eyes blinking open and glancing to the table against the wall near the crib. “Libertus was bored.”

Of course he was. Nyx walked over to the desk, smiling down at the half-colored pages of fish and animals.

“He didn’t even finish one,” Nyx thumbed through the top book. It was clearly designed for young children. The first ten pages were randomly colored.

“He doesn’t seem to like hobbies that make him sit,” Umbra said. “Perhaps something that uses his hands more.”

“He likes knitting,” Nyx said, tearing out one of the pictures of a Chocobo and tucking it carefully into his jacket for Selena. “And carving.”

“Mh,” Umbra hummed. Nyx glanced over at him. He was curled on his side now, Noctis resting on a large pillow next to him. Umbra had his arm wrapped around the youngest Prince to keep him in place. “What do you enjoy?”

“Not sure,” Nyx shrugged, walking to the window and leaning against the wall. He pulled out one of his daggers and practiced flipping it from one hand to the other. “I never really had time to relax and figure that kind of thing out. Libertus took up things to help me and Selena out after Mom died, and Selena only got into cooking to keep us alive. I did a lot of the grunt work so anything that required a ‘finer touch’ I left to them.”

“You have time now,” Umbra said, sighing contentedly. “You should find something before that changes.”

Nyx frowned a bit. “...Things gonna change a lot?”

One yellow eye peered open, staring at him for a moment before closing again. “The older we get the busier you will be.”

Nyx turned back to the window. That was true. Now that Umbra had completed the Crystal’s Ceremony he would be recognized by the Council and King as a true member of the royal family. With how eager Umbra was to jump into everything Nyx was sure his days would become a lot more hectic.

If Umbra was hard to keep track of in the Citadel what would it be like when he had access to the city as well?

...He didn’t want to think about that.

Nyx sighed. He’d been here for less than thirty minutes and he was already feeling restless. One look at Umbra told him that both Princes were sleeping soundly now and would be for the foreseeable future. He was used to roaming the Citadel all the time, or at least listening in on Umbra’s lessons. Umbra never napped until Noctis was born. What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t go talk to Alec (or Dires) because of their guard set up so he had to stay in the room, he wasn’t big on coloring, and flipping his knives around would only keep him mentally active for so long. 

Nyx paced around the room, picking up the few toys that had been lying around. The little Princeling already had more toys than Selena had ever seen in her life but it made sense. He couldn’t get mad at the kid for being born into a better life than others. That’s just how life was sometimes.

Another half-hour passed and Nyx was debating on borrowing Umbra’s book while he slept.

Noctis whined.

Nyx ambled over, looking down at the pair.

Tiny blue eyes looked up at him curiously.

“Hey there,” Nyx whispered, crouching down. “You done napping?”

Noctis yawned, showing off his gums. He started to wiggle a bit, one hand nearly punching Umbra in the eye.

“Careful there Highness,” Nyx pushed the little arms away gently. He jumped when Umbra’s hand clamped around his wrist.

Eight-year-olds are not intimidating. 

The eight-year-old holding his wrist like he was about to snap it, glaring up at him with eyes too slitted to be normal, was. 

Umbra blinked. His face relaxed, pupils widening. “...Nyx.”

“Yeah?” Nyx said, trying not to sound like his heart had just jumped into his throat.

Umbra released his wrist, yawning into his shoulder. Noctis batted at his face and he smiled. “It’s time for him to eat. Let’s go to the kitchens, they should have everything ready.”

“Okay.”

Nyx stepped back to let Umbra stretch and get ready to go. He tapped slowly along the side of his leg, forcing his heart to calm down and match the steadier tempo. That had been… startling. Libertus sometimes woke up swinging because he didn’t know where he was or what was going on. Selena would shake awake from her nightmares and stare at him blankly until her brain processed what was around her. Those made his heart race too, but not like this.

“Shall we?” Umbra tilted his head towards the door, polite smile in place and Noctis cradled in his arms with a soft blanket. The baby Prince was making short, burbling sounds that had Umbra humming in response. It was like the last few seconds hadn’t happened at all.

Nyx opened the door for them.

“Prince Umbra!” Morgan saluted sharply, twitching at the sudden appearance. “And young Prince Noctis! Are we going somewhere?”

“Hello Guardsman Dires,” Umbra greeted, shifting Noctis more comfortably in his arms. Nyx wondered how often he’d shooed away the nursemaids throughout the day, seeing as how he hadn’t ever really seen them around when Umbra was with the princeling. “I offer my gratitude for taking over Guardsman Nollan’s duties.”

Morgan flushed to his ears. “I-It was no trouble at all Your Highness, I am always happy to serve.”

Nyx snorted, drawing the anxiety-ridden guard’s attention to him.

“Ulric,” Morgan scowled.

“Dires,” Nyx tipped his head.

“Your Highness,” the female guard from before cut in. Both Nyx and Morgan jumped a bit at the sound of her voice. “Prince Noctis is not to leave this room unless escorted by the King or Queen.”

Umbra smiled up at her. “Father is in a meeting and Mother is ill. I’m afraid there isn’t much choice if Noctis is to eat, Guardswoman Nelia.”

“The food can be brought up here.”

“It will be safer if we go ourselves.”

The lightest crease of a frown on Nelia’s face (it had taken far too long for Nyx to learn her name) was the most expression Nyx had ever seen from her. “Safer, Your Highness?”

Umbra nodded, still smiling. “The servant in charge of delivering Noctis’ food has been feeling under the weather lately. I would hate to accidentally expose Noctis to any illnesses while his immune system is still so weak.”

Nelia stared down at him, unbending. “Another servant can be requested.”

“Yes,” Umbra agreed, “but they are short-staffed today. By the time they found someone Noctis would be very upset.”

“The needs of the royal family is our top priority, a servant would prioritize that above all else.”

“Which is why it would be best for us to go to them. They would put a simple meal first and foremost and then their tasks for the day would be even more behind schedule. I would hate for a bottle for Noctis to come in the way of my Father eating on time.”

Nelia’s eyes narrowed. 

Nyx and Morgan shared a look. There was no way to know if asking one servant to do something would actually make the King’s meal late, but there was also no way she was going to call Umbra a liar to his face. 

“...As you wish Prince Umbra.”

It was a good thing Libertus wasn’t here. He wouldn’t have been able to hide his snickers like Nyx could. You really didn’t argue with Umbra. It never ended well.

As they started walking down the hall Nyx hopped up onto the ceiling ledges. He rolled his eyes at the doe-eyed look Morgan was giving Umbra. That kid had a serious case of hero-worship. It made poking fun at him way to easy.

“Nyx?”

He looked down. 

Umbra smiled up at him. “Would you mind going ahead and letting the staff know we’ll be there soon? It should make our trip a little faster.”

Nyx pursed his lips a bit to stop the knowing smile growing there. “Sure.”

Flipping out the window he warped his way down to the kitchens. Hopping down next to the door he waved at the head cook.

“What’re you doing here Ulric?” the robust man asked, pressing deeply into the dough laid out in front of him. “You’re on Prince duty, aren’t you?”

“The littlest Princeling is hungry,” he said.

The chef’s eyes brightened with understanding. He nodded to the fridge behind him. “In there. Warm it up for a bit and it’s set to go.”

Nyx nodded, feeling a little odd at being trusted to handle the food for a royal. Perks of having a sister that stole the hearts of the people around her with sarcasm and dedication he guessed.

When the milk was warmed (and double-checked by the chef) Nyx walked out to see Umbra waiting for him.

“You got down here quick,” Nyx smirked. Neither Morgan or Nelia were with him.

Umbra smiled, teeth bright. “I took a shortcut.”

“Of course you did,” Nyx handed the bottle over. “Where to now?”

“I want to check if Mother is awake.”

“Alright.”

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And that’s all I’ve got for that chapter. There’s a lot more stuff, in less chapter like format. let me know if you’re interested in reading more darling! Some of them are literally two sentences long like a summary of what I was planning to write but some are pretty long scenes. A lot is from when they are all older. I hope you liked it!

[mystic-eye-stories]

Flee The Mist

Chapter three:

Middle school, she began to grow weird flaps of skin on her neck and waist. She now had to wear turtlenecks in the winter and long tank tops and a scarf in the summer. Now she wasn't allowed to go swimming in fear of water getting into those flaps. So, now she couldn't go outside or swim. She had to take dry baths. Every so often, Zi would sneak through her backyard and visit. They were going for a biker vibe. They cut their hair in a bun with a side-part covering the one gold eye. They still wore yellow shirts. This time, they wore a gold long-sleeved shirt with mid-dark jeans and black boots.

"Hey, Ana." They greeted Ana.

"Hey." Ana said back.

"I know you're going through a lot of weird changes, so I tried to look up similar cases, but I couldn't find any. But, I'm not giving up." Zi said.

"You're trying to understand me more? Thanks." Ana said.

"No problem. So, how are you?" Zi asked.

"Well, for one, I can't take wet baths anymore. But, other than that, good." Ana said.

"Hm. That sucks." Zi said.

"I know. It's even worse, cause I can't go swimming anymore." Ana said.

"That does suck." Zi said.

"I know." Ana said.

"I'll tell you what. Once I turn 15 and learn how to drive, I'm taking you around town and showing you everything you've missed." Zi said.

"Thanks." Ana said.

"No prob." Zi said.

She did this every time she got home from school in sixth grade up to seventh grade. Each time they talked more, they discussed what they would do when Ana would be able to move out. Zi also caught Ana up on current school subjects. They taught her basic subjects like math, English, and basic history. They even taught her how to tell time. But, they also took breaks and drew together. Zi did more research to find out what Ana was.

Ana sometimes told her how self conscious she felt about having broad shoulders.

"I don't know, I just feel like I can't wear dresses with no sleeves. Or just dresses in general." Ana said. "And my voice isn't as high as other girls. I don't think I'm the best looking either." Zi grabbed Ana's face through the window cell.

"Ana, don't you ever compare yourself to others. You're good just the way you are. Heck, I think having webbed fingers and toes would be so cool." Zi said to cheer Ana up as she let go and backed away.

Years passed and it's 1985. Zi and Ana were already 15. Unfortunately her mom left the house for good and it was just her dad and his girlfriend. Ana's wings grew in more and became more and more difficult to hide from her parents.

It was midnight. The evening was calm and cool. Ana was asleep in her bed when suddenly she heard tapping on her window. She jolted awake as her eyes darted around the room before fixing her gaze on the window next to her desk. The tapping continued as she grabbed a bat from her bed side and got out of bed wearing dark blue long sleeve pajamas. She slowly crept her way to the window with her bat held in front of her. She drew the curtains and saw a smiling face in the window with hands pressed against it. She jumped back before grabbing a flashlight and shining it at the face. She caught her breath as she realized it was just Zi being Zi. "ZI!" Ana said surprised before going back to whispering. She quietly opened the window just enough to talk to them.

"ZI!" Ana said surprised before going back to whispering.

"You nearly scared me. My dad and his girlfriend are still sleeping." Ana said.

"Sorry. I'm just excited for today." Zi said.

"Excited about what? Is it your birthday?" Ana asked.

"No, silly! Though my birthday is not until the summer and we're in early spring right now." Zi explained. Ana stared at them blankly.

"No, Ana. Today's the day I finally show you around town!" Zi said excitedly.

"What?" Ana asked.

"Yeah, I finally got my license!" Zi said.

"Really?" Ana said now happy.

"Yeah! Come on." Zi stood back to let Ana out. Ana looked around for a moment before turning back to Zi.

"Give me a moment, I need to get dressed.

After Ana got dressed, she met back with Zi at the window. She was wearing a colorful button-up shirt with blue jeans and tennis shoes. She wore a black cape she buttoned in front of and just above her

chest to hide her wings that grew more since middle school.

"You ready?" Zi asked.

"Yup. Now help me out this window before my dad and his new strict girlfriend sees me." Ana said, opening the window all the way. Zi helped her out the window and jumped over the fence in the back to avoid being seen at the front. They both ran as swiftly as possible. "So, what kind of car did you get?"

"Wait, and you'll see." Zi said. They made it to their car and stood outside of it.

"A van?" Ana asked.

"What? It's my dad's. He wants me to see if I am able to take care of it before giving me the car I actually want." Zi said before pulling out a picture of a sports convertible.

"Ooohhh. Got it. Nice." Ana said.

"Now come on. Let's go before your tyrants are up, it's like three am." Zi said as they got in the car. Ana got in the passenger. Zi dug their keys in the ignition, started the van and started driving away.

She gazed out the window every day and imagined what it would be like to live in the outside world and be free. They arrived at the top of a hill and Zi parked their car at the bottom.

"Come on Ana! I'll race ya!" Zi said as they slammed the door and got a head start.

"Hey! That's not far! You can't cheat!" Ana said as she got out, slammed the door and ran after them. Zi was far ahead and almost was at the edge. Ana got supers speed again and made it before them. She stopped Zi from going further. "CAREFUL!" she yelled as she pushed Zi back.

"Aw. Do you care about me?" Zi said, backing away.

"Yes." Ana said.

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna fall." Zi said.

"But what if you did? Then what?" Ana asked.

"Then, I'll trust you to take me home." Zi said.

"But I can't drive." Ana said.

"Oh...Dang. Anyway, this is where I go sometimes." Zi said, gesturing to the hill.

"It's nice." Ana said. Zi layed on her stomach close to the edge. Ana sat crossed legged next to them.

"Sometimes, I like to imagine myself jumping off." Zi said. Ana looked at them with shock and worry. "Not in a somber way though! Just-if I had wings, I would jump off and fly with them. The places I would go, the people I would see." Zi said.

"Oh. That does sound nice." Ana said.

"Doesn't it? Heck, one day, maybe I'll be able to do that with some kind of wingsuit or something." Zi said.

"That's a nice thought.” Ana said.

“Hey, Ana?” Zi asked. Ana turned her head to them.

“What?” Ana asked.

“What do you wanna do when you grow up?” Zi asked.

“Well, I hope one day, I could just pack up all my things, maybe hop on a boat and finally leave this place.” Ana explained.

“Wow, you wanna leave that bad?” Zi asked.

“Yes...WAIT, NO. Not without you of course. I mean not unless you don’t wanna leave. I just wanna see other parts of the states that aren’t...well, here.” Ana said.

“Nah, I get it. I would like to see what’s out there, too. Seth would really like to see the world, too.” Zi explained.

“I just wanna go where I can be myself. Ya know?” Ana said.

“Yeah.” Zi agreed.

“Also, you keep talking about this Seth person. Who are they? Are they your friend?” Ana asked.

“Yeah, we’re friends. We’ve been friends for as long as I can remember...sixth grade middle school.” Zi explained. “He’s cool. Sometimes.”

“How come I never see him with you?” Ana asked.

“He’s...home schooled and...stays inside a lot.” Zi explained.

“Oh. Okay.” Ana said. They sat in silence for a moment. “You know, I am kinda afraid of heights, but the view up here is nice.”

“Yeah, it is.” Zi said.

“It’s a bit chilly out here, though. But, it’s nice.” Ana said as a slight breeze blew through her hair.

“You can see all the stars from here.” Zi pointed out.

“Oh, yeah. I guess you can.” Ana said.

“I didn't think the sky would be clear tonight.” Zi said.

“Me neither. But, then again I don’t go outside much at night.” Ana said.

“Right, you’re usually asleep at this time.” Zi said. Ana chuckled a bit.

“Isn’t everyone?” Ana asked.

“Yeah.” Zi said.