#So far all I can tell is that they must be roaming freely before they pick up on anything. It doesn't seem to work if they're on your back

[vynnyal]

Ever since I learned that you had to actually teach your kids how to do stuff, it's been so much fun having them around. It's very cute to watch them play with something they've never seen before, or only do something after they see me do it first. Idk how much is code and how much is coincidence, but they're undoubtedly better at living now. And their personalities are so unique!

[michelleleewise]

Long Live The King

Pairing: King Jotun Loki x asgardian f! Reader

Warnings: angst, ostara being a whole warning, conspiracies, spells, mind control, minor violence, rough kissing, threats, mentions of past trauma, loki needs a hug

Summary: Alrik gives you a glimpse into Loki's past, when things suddenly take a turn......

A/n- a special thank you to the lovely @mochie85, @vbecker10 and @lokisgoodgirl for letting me brainstorm and toss ideas back and forth. You are all so amazing and I adore you!!!!! 💚💚💚

Part Five--Part Six-

"Norns above that woman is insufferable!" You heard Loki yell, turning your head seeing him stride in the room, Alrik a close second behind him "when does the delegation return to Vanahiem?" He asked flopping down into his chair "I believe five days my king." Alrik said glancing over at you "that is five days too long, I shall see if we can hasten negotiations." Loki said rubbing his temples "if anyone can my king it is you." Alrik said bowing "flattery will get you nowhere....Alrik." loki said, a softness lingering in his voice making you furrow your eyebrows "apologies...my king." Alrik said, his face turning a light shade of purple. Have they...your mind wandered when Loki's voice snapped you out if it.

"Ah asgardian....I'm glad your awake." Loki said straightening his back "have you considered my proposal?" He asked leaning forward. You sat up, stretching your back "I have." You said straightening your legs out in front of you "well...what say you?" Loki snapped, making you smile "I will concede and tell you what I know." You said seeing Loki smile "if....you remove this." You said grabbing the collar. Hearing Alrik clear his throat you were sure he was hiding a laugh when your eyes met Loki's seeing his smile fade "absolutely not!" He said suddenly standing. "You seriously expect me to allow my would be assasin to roam free?" Loki asked crossing his arms "so you can kill me....run away?" He asked glaring.

"Well, you know odin allfather banished me from the realm eternal. if I killed you I would have no way off this realm, and would either be killed by your guards or freeze to death before I made it very far." You said matter of factly "She does have a point." Alrik said when Loki's eyes shot to his "apologies my king." He said bowing when Loki's gaze returned to you. "You will still be confined to my chambers, you will not be allowed to roam freely." He said stepping towards you "I understand." You said nodding "Alrik will still guard you...you will not be left unattended." He said sternly "do we have an agreement?" You asked holding your hand out to him.

He stared at your hand as though it were a snake that may bite him before slowly reaching out, his hand grasping yours, the cold of his skin meeting yours making you shiver "we have an agreement." He said shaking your hand "Alrik, would you remove her chains?" Loki asked walking to his desk, gathering your belongings before walking into his bedroom. "A force indeed." Alrik whispered leaning down removing the collar from around your neck making you sigh. You tilted your head, rubbing the skin under the collar when Loki returned, closing the door behind him with a sharp click. "Alrik, bring us some wine, I have a feeling we will he here for some time." Loki said sitting back in his chair "yes my king." He said bowing before walking to the door slipping out.

"Ok, I must know....you and Alrik..." you said waving your arm "that is not your concern asgardian." Loki snapped crossing one leg over the other "there is no need to be short, I was only curious." You said slowly standing up "Well curiosity can get you killed." He said watching you as you walked to the chaise across from him sitting down slowly hearing your back crack at the new position. "Whatever you say...your highness." You snarked stretching when the door opened and Alrik walked in carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. You and Loki sat watching eachother as he walked over setting them on the table between you.

"You may leave us." Loki said waving his hand. You watched as Alrik bowed, saying "yes my king" before stepping back out into the hall. You watched as Loki leaned forward, uncorking the wine he filled the two glasses, taking his he sat back smiling "I have given you what you want, now give me what I want... Why were you sent here?" He asked swirling his glass. You leaned forward grabbing the other glass not taking your eyes off of him "I'll make you a deal, I tell you something, and you tell me something." You smiled sipping you're wine. "We already have a deal, cease this stalling!" Loki snapped making you jump "my memory is a bit hazy..." you trailed off looking around. "I will put you back in chains...asgardian." He hissed "well then you'll never find the answers you seek" You said, sitting back basking in the small amount of power you now had hearing him sigh "very well, ask your question." He said crossing his arms. You leaned forward, unable to stop the smile spreading across your face, now things were going to get interesting.

Over the next couple of days Loki kept his word, the collar was not put back on you, but you were still confined to his rooms. He did begin allowing Alrik to come inside and sit with you at times when he brought you food, giving you the opportunity to get to know your guard a bit better. "Good Morning y/n." You heard, peeking out from under the furs you saw Alrik step inside with a tray of various fruits and meat quietly closing the door behind him. "Mmm morning." You grumbled, sitting up on the chaise that you had made your temporary bed. "How are things between you and the king?" He asked setting the tray down "you know how he is." You said stretching "I do indeed." He laughed crossing his arms.

You looked up at him, his broad chest was bare save for the fur draped over his shoulders, what you could only describe as a black leather kilt that you had seen the men of Midgard wear hung tightly against his slender waist. He was admittedly much taller then Loki but no less handsome, just in different ways. His blonde hair contained a hint of red accentuaing his crimson eyes, he was a bit bulkier in the arms and shoulders, his azure skin shone just as bright with similar ridges traveling across his skin just in a different pattern "Those lines, you all have them but they're all different." You said seeing him smile "yes, they are our heritage lines. The Kings are more intricate because he is of noble blood while ours show what family we belong to or what region we hail from." He explained taking a seat next to you.

"The King...Loki, why is he not the same size as the rest of you?" You asked seeing him look down fidgeting with his hands "I should not speak of it, he is...self conscious about it even if he won't admit it." He whispered making you nod. "Mm yes, he does seem quite...cold." you said picking a piece of fruit from the tray popping it in your mouth. "He was not always as he is now, but when you are the son of Laufey kindness is a luxury." Alrik said looking back up at you "I grew up with the king, we spent many a day traveling the realm, training together..." he trailed off sighing "do you love him?" You asked watching him close his eyes "I have always cared deeply for him, we were friends...occasionally more." He whispered "and then he met the one he fell in love with. She was small, as he is but she was fierce....a true warrior, much like yourself." He smiled looking into the fire "I could not have been happier for them, they were a match made in Valhalla." He continued.

"What happened to her?" You asked seeing him fidget with his hands again "when Laufey discovered their relationship he sent her to battle, made sure she was on the front lines claiming she was the best warrior we had." He trailed off looking to the floor "he received word of her untimely death a few days later, at the hands of Odin himself." Alrik said looking up at you "something changed in him...he became cold, unforgiving. The fire in his eyes diminished that day....until you came here." He said as you stared at him. "Wait...what are you..." you trailed off remembering how Loki behaved in the bathing chambers...the way he looked at you...touched you "you see, he..." he went quiet hearing Loki's door open.

"You two seem....cozy." loki snarked stepping out adjusting his dark green tunic "my king, are you ready for your breakfast?" Alrik asked standing quickly "yes, I'll take it here." Loki said sitting at his desk "yes my king" He said bowing before quickly leaving. You watched Loki pull out a few pieces of parchment and a quill, writing something as the silence thickened "he...He was only being nice." You said hearing Loki clear his throat "yes, im sure he was." He grumbled, keeping his attention on his desk "you know you don't have to be so mean Loki." You huffed hearing him slam his quill down "you will address me properly asgardian." He growled finally turning to you "I will when you do." You said glaring back at him.

He didn't take his eyes off of you, his chair scraping the floor as he stood. You tossed the furs aside getting up matching his stance "I will not tolerate your insolence." He said clenching his jaw "and I will not suffer your moods." You shot back seeing his eyes darken as he took a large step towards you, his hand reaching out, gasping feeling his cold fingers wrap around your throat. "do you wish to be punished? Maybe I should flog you in front of the entire kingdom." He said, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips as he pulled you to him pressing his chest to yours "how did you know I like it rough?" You snarked seeing his little smile drop, tilting his head down as he towered over you.

"you...are...insufferable." He growled tightening his grip on your neck "and you...are...infuriating." you snapped back puffing your chest out pressing it to his, one hand wrapping around his wrist the other gripping the front if his tunic as he lifted you onto your toes. You heard your heartbeat in yours ears as his deep crimson eyes bore into your soul, shooting down to your lips and back feeling his nose brush yours "go on, do i..." you were cut off by his lips pressing hard against yours, his teeth nipping your bottom lip biting down making you gasp. Parting your lips his tongue pressed in, his hand sliding up threading into your hair holding you to him as he deepened the kiss, your fingers dug into the front of his tunic moaning onto his mouth feeling his free hand wrap around your back pulling your hips flush with his, his arousal pressing into you as your back arched with the force of the kiss.

You moved your lips against his, biting down on his lip hearing him groan when a faint click sounded through the room, the kiss ending as quickly as it began as Loki stepped back releasing you making you stumble forward "apologies my king, I have your breakfast." You looked over seeing Alrik looking everywhere but where you and Loki stood "place it on my desk." Loki huffed, his chest heaving as he kept his eyes locked on you. "The vanahiem delegation awaits you in the throne room my king, should I tell them there has been a...delay?" He asked making your face heat up "no, I am headed there now." Loki said straightening his tunic walking to the door "keep an eye on her." He told Alrik before opening the door and leaving.

You sat on the chaise, running a hand through your hair trying to process what happened feeling Alriks eyes on you. "He kissed me!" You yelled looking over seeing him hold his hands up "it is not my place to say anything y/n." He said, a smile spreading across his face. "Don't look at me like that." You snapped leaning forward "like what?" He snarked walking over to you "like.....that!" You yelled seeing his smile grow larger as he sat down next to you "there is something I must say though." He said clearing his throat as you looked at him "I do hope you do not intend to lead him on." He said. You nodded smiling "I do not, but I do not know his intentions." You said looking down "Well it seems you two need to talk." He said. You hummed in agreement knowing you needed to, but also was not looking forward to it.

You spent the rest of the day in Loki's chambers, distracting yourself with one of the many books from Loki's bookshelf. You knew how to read jotun but admittedly you were a bit rusty. You closed the book, sighing as you laid back staring into the fire. You knew you had to speak to him about what happened this morning but the longer he was gone the more your anxiety rose. Did he regret it...he despises you, of course he does. Your mind continued to wander as your eyes grew heavy, the book sliding from your hand as you slowly drifted off.

You were awoken sometime later to the sound of something falling over. "Shit." You heard, making you sit up, now seeing the only light coming from the fireplace when a figure in the shadows caught your attention. "I cannot wait to end him." The person whispered again. Throwing the furs off you recognized that voice anywhere. "What are you doing here?" You asked loudly making the person freeze. "He has you in here now...he truly is pathetic." She sneered. Walking into the light you were met with the woman you knew as the princess. "I ask again, what are you doing here?" You snapped balling your fists. "Loki told me to come to his chambers this evening, not that it's any of your concern peasant." She snarled walking towards you.

You felt your face heat at her words...the kiss really did mean nothing to him...you thought seeing her smile "aww....did you believe you had won his favor?" She snarked circling you "you cannot make him feel as I do." She said walking towards his door "I think I should get Alrik and ask him." You said walking towards the other door when something dug into your hair yanking you back "you just can't mind your business can you?" She sneered, yanking hard pulling you to the floor making you cry out "I will ensure you will never see the light of day again." She said as her fist met your stomach knocking the wind out of you when you heard a sharp click "what is going on here?" You heard Loki snap as you gasped for air. "Oh my king, we leave for home tomorrow and I came to offer myself to you one last time but this...thing attacked me." She said kicking you in the side.

"Enough! Leave my chambers at once." He snapped at her as he began walking over to you when she grabbed his shoulder, turning him slightly her lips met his. Hearing him grunt before his body relaxed seeing a slight glow where there lips met when she suddenly pulled back. "There we are." She smiled. You looked to Loki seeing his eyes glazed over as he stood completely still "my love, I think it best we send her to the dungeons, she is dangerous." she said smiling down at you when Loki's eyes met yours, his stare vacant, his face expressionless "yes...the dungeons." He said walking towards the outer door "my king, is everything alright?" Alrik asked taking in the scene before him "take her to the dungeons at once." Loki said pointing at you.

"B..but my king, you have an agreement." Alrik said looking between you "are you questioning me?" Loki snapped, stepping up to him. "No my king, it's just..." Loki held up his hand cutting him off "take her to the dungeons or you will join her." He said as Alrik took a step back. "Y..yes my king." He said walking towards you, leaning down he helped you stand "and use the chains, I do not trust animals." Loki sneered walking back to the princess. You heard Alrik sigh, picking up the discarded collar he looked down at you, tears welling in your eyes as they met his "I am sorry." He whispered clicking it shut. "Get her out of my site." Loki snapped turning to the princess "shall me my love." He purred waving her towards the bed chambers "oh yes.." She said pulling him inside as Alrik walked you into the hall, closing the door behind him.

Silence loomed over you as Alrik guided you to the dungeons, back to the cell you previously inhabited. Coming to stop in front of the door he turned looking down at you. "Y/n, I don't..." he started when you held your hand up "j...Just open the door." You said refusing to look up at him. You felt a tear slip down your cheek as the heavy door slid open, revealing the large empty room. You walked to the corner, sitting down you curled your knees to your chest wrapping your arms around them laying your heard down "y/n, listen to me please, i.." he started when you lifted your head "no, just....leave me alone.....please." You said, your voice shaking as you laid your head back down. "I will get to the bottom of this, I swear." You heard him say as the door slowly closed, the lock clicking into place sealing your new reality. You looked up to the window, snow flakes flying in on the breeze before landing on the cold stoke floor. "Maybe I really will die here." You sighed laying down on your side hoping you would see tomorrow.

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[thelunarfairy]

What do you think abt the minamoto clan from yorimitsu to its current heir? They seemed to be responsible for the human sacrifice ritual, maybe the one who suggested it and it worked. And teru seemed to be hiding the fact that his family did that in the past.

It was like their way to protect humans from supernaturals began with exorcising, then maybe after yorimitsu passed, they found another way instead of doing that so the can live an easier, normal life like others(?) which was a ritual of sacrificing a young woman, after sumire was sacrificed, hakubo killed many of minamoto family and spared their children, it was unclear if the ritual was discontinued or not but the last sacrificed kannagi was katakuri, after that they went back to exorcising? And what if the red house was their faults too, they went back to sacrificing people but more subtle, make it look like an accident, make it look like its the occupants own fault so they let a family live there? Until yugi family died, and anyone who came there received the same fate too, minamoto grandma was the one who ended the ritual again, and they went back to exorcising?

2. The shrine couldnt see what was possessing little tsukasa, but can they even sense the evil energy accompanied the child? Kunishige seemed to flinched a little after he saw the bottomless darkness in tsukasa's eyes, maybe he can sense the evil energy because of his strong sixth sense but wont say anything abt it because he was still a junior in the shrine?

And if the shrine couldnt solve whats wrong with tsukasa, does it mean yugi mom went to the minamoto next? And what if minamoto grandma who sealed hanako away and warned abt the red house was the same age as kunishige or the yugi twins or just knowing the family problem?

Well, I'll tell you how I see the whole Minamoto situation in general.

Briefly, the God was too powerful for them to be able to exorcise Him, I imagine they must have tried several ways and several times, but always without success.

So, maybe they created an agreement with the people of the village and who knows, this God (hypothetically speaking) the agreement is that they would offer a sacrifice at some specific time, leaving the God satisfied and the village at peace.

At some point, the sacrifices began to dwindle, because young girls were becoming scarce from being sacrificed indiscriminately, so they chose to sacrifice the youngest in the village, Katakuri.

He was the last one before Tsukasa, which means it probably didn't work out and something happened to the people of the village. After that, we have a part without answers, a period in which the village ceased to exist and became the school and the red house, imagining that the village is a large place and that the neighborhood was built on top.

Probably, the Minamoto, as a last alternative, sealed this God, using the yorishiros and the mysteries. Somehow I believe the Minamoto and some supernaturals made a deal to make this work.

Some supernaturals are not killed by the Minamoto, and I imagine that is linked to this agreement. If the supernaturals cooperate, the Minamoto will not exorcise them, and they will also be able to roam freely between the far shore and the nearby shore.

But then we have another important detail, the God, the mysteries work for a God who does not seem to be the same as the one who is sealed, after all, the sealed God, Tsukasa's, is trying to remove the seals, the other God wants to keep them, he is the work of the mysteries.

Nowadays, things work like that, but I believe that sacrifices still happen from time to time, when Nene asked Hanako that, he said no, but his look became dark and he turned his face away, which means he may be lying.

The main hypothesis is that the twins were probably the last sacrifices, or Tsukasa, as Katakuri said, Tsukasa was the last one who ended up in the "sacrifice zone" and left there. That would probably be where Aoi would stay.

So, the God and the red house are under the control and custody of the Minamotos, who apparently had to seal Hanako too, probably due to the connection with the God.

As for how this God can be perceived inside someone's body, I still have no idea, some people notice it and others don't, maybe there is something special in some people so they can notice it, it's still mysterious.

Well, in short, that's what I think.

Maybe the Yugis are very important to this God, or they just had bad luck living in that house.

[reviewinghiccup]

RIDERS OF BERKS | HTTYD SERIES | BREAKING DOWN HICCUP

Blog Post Series : Breaking Down Hiccup

Title : How to Start a Dragon Academy

Ep/Season : Episode 1, Season 1 (Riders of Berk)

Premise:

The HTTYD series begins after the events of the 1st movie. I reckon a couple of months after Hiccup recovers from the injuries sustained during the battle against Red Death.

Hiccup explains that the people of Berk are still adjusting to having dragons around and that this new way of life isn’t welcomed w opened arms by all Berkians. Cue in series antagonist - the old, odd-smelling, unkempt hair keeping, cantankerous Mildew. Like the fungus he is named after, he doesn’t relish change and prefers life before peace w the dragons. The village grumbler sees no point in changing their way of life - especially when he cannot get past seeing dragons as pests instead of pets.

Nonetheless, the dragons are testy and pesky. Untrained and wild, they roam freely aggravating the other villagers and making it easy for Mildew to stir up the crowd against them. Hiccup must find a way to train the dragons and convince his father that dragons and vikings can live together in harmony.

Character Development:

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

I am very pleased with how the TV series fills in the gaps between the 1st and 2nd movie. And the growth, especially that of Hiccups, is well developed from the start of Season one to the Season eight finale.

LESSONS FOR A CHIEF : RESPONSIBILITY & ACCOUNTABILITY

In this first episode, you will watch Hiccup learn the meaning of responsibility. Accountability.

In the 1st movie, we don’t know whether a strong, mean Viking village like Berk would tolerate such a tiny, mousy heir to the throne as Hiccup was perceived to be at first. Maybe they would’ve, just out of respect and fear to whom his father is, but it is clear that his position and respect as heir is undeniably given after he killed the Red Death.

You will notice as the series progresses that Hiccup isn’t a scaredy cat, he was just insecure, and his need to do what’s right drives his courage into many directions. Building him into the man you see him become by the 2nd film.

I love that the series begins w Hiccup finding his way into some position of leadership. He is 15 years old, making him still a kid in the eyes of his father but old enough to handle the affairs of the other teens on the island.

He will learn, especially in this episode, how to adapt to change, and how to change to adapt. And this is particularly important, as a village will progress as far as their chief is willing to.

Hiccup Haddock & Astrid Hofferson

RELATIONSHIPS : HOW THEY CREATED THE PERFECT FROM FRIENDS TO LOVERS BLUEPRINT

We know Astrid barely took notice of Hiccup in the beginning of the 1st movie. We also know Hiccup has a major crush on her. However, Astrid didn’t like him because of his over zealousness to be something he isn’t, and also because what he was caused more trouble than good.

But she respected his decision to keep the truth about the Nest of the Red Death from Stoic and understood Hiccup in a way no one else has. She spoke in such a way that was honest and instructive. Hiccup trusts her. And she trusts him. She knows that his heart is good, and that if he trusts it to lead him enough he will do wondrous things.

Their first kiss happened in the 1st movie. You can tell in this episode that Hiccup is a little bashful around her. He still wants to impress her. We don’t know yet at the start of this series whether they’re an item. More likely than not, they aren’t.

But it makes sense, they’re so young. And I’m glad the series didn’t focus on their romantic relationship until time for it came. Because everything’s new to them. The learning curve of living w dragons, becoming the next generation warriors of Berk took precedence as adventures should at a young age.

Their competitiveness to be better dragon riders and warriors drives their relationship and that’s what made their friends to lovers story strong. They understood each other as equals first. Hiccup never looked down on Astrid because she was a girl, in fact, she will always be his “Right-Hand” person. And she didn’t look down on him, even though his plans initially go awry.

He reveres her and she respect him. They’re also extremely protective of each other. Which I love seeing.

Theme & Message

We’re still rooting for Hiccup. The creators do a great job in instilling in us this desire to see Hiccup achieve. A lot of the show deals w training Hiccup to become a better dragon rider, friend, man, leader and chief.

It centres around family, father-son relationships, competitiveness between peers and understanding the people around us.

I’m writing this review following a third viewing of the show. And all I can say is… well…

Welcome to Berk, Friends.

[renegadesrpg]

Dark Angels:Creation Part 46. Guardian Pledged. Sin and Freya

Freya: True to my word to Declan, I kept vigil over the “body” Sin had left behind. The room Sin cast his magick in was safe enough, the entire house warded beyond breaching. It was the ocean that danger would come from, if it came today. Despite what I had told Declan about Sin’s warding, I knew that constant onslaught of saltwater waves on the beach before me would inevitably weaken the protections there, and though they had seemed secure enough when I was allowed to pass through, I had opened a portal near the house. I didn’t know how far towards the beach those wards extended or how long it had been since Sin had refreshed those furthest away from the lanai.  An attempt on him from the water seemed the most likely, and it was there I was focused as energy began swirling through the room, sending a chill through me, and then I heard his voice behind me.

 Sin: Freya. *I suppose I should have been alarmed not to find Declan there, but even now, soul reunited with the physical form I maintained, I could feel him still anchoring me in this plane. Why he was not at his post should have concerned me but my trust in the Viking Goddess of War was implicit. If Declan was not where he should be, there was a good reason. And, in truth, after the journey I had just endured, it did not seem to matter. Nothing seemed to matter.

 Freya: I had turned abruptly to face him as I heard him speak my name, prepared with a flippant remark to welcome him back, when I saw his eyes. The pain in them was incalculable. Once, many, many centuries ago, I had seen that expression before. After a tryst he had spoken to me of his past life, casually as is so often the case in pillow talk, when I had asked him if he had been wed. Briefly, his eyes had flashed with a stark, raw, pain as they met mine. ‘Tell me’, I had said as I touched his jaw, and so he had.

Later, after he had gone, I spoke to Danu. I knew they had been lovers for a brief time long before Sin and I had come together. It had been before she closed the gates to Tir Nan Og, when the Tuatha de Danaan roamed freely among humanity. Sin had brought her half-mortal son’s soul to her, his body fallen in an all too human battle. Her pain had penetrated the ice that twenty thousand years as a reaper had created and briefly shattered it. His own grief for a woman long dead had joined hers, both seeking comfort from the other in the age old way. That he could speak of her to me was good, Danu had said. He had become a reaper to seek vengeance for her without the knowledge that rebirth, another chance at a life together, awaited both their souls. Death’s omission of this fact when he recruited Sin made the pain even worse, for Sin would not forgive himself for accepting the offer made to become Death’s First. It was when he and Danu laid their pain in front of one another that he began to see that the Reaper Corps must not lose their humanity, she had told me, and he had begun to insist on small things that would help them avoid the ice that had nearly destroyed his soul. And it had laid the basis for his breaking point with the Horseman. Those small things he insisted on for his crew had also kept the ice from reforming completely around his own soul. Without that ice cold barrier complete, the time had come when his grim determination to do his job in order to one day be allowed to reap El Shaddai, the white god, was no longer sufficient armor against a crying child’s eyes on a bloody field of slaughter.  

Now, several thousand years after that conversation between lovers, I saw that bleakness again, and as the friend I now was, I could not bear to see him hold onto it alone. Softly…

“Tell me.”

 Sin: *Shaking my head as I rise* There is nothing to tell. Nothing you can help with. Where is Declan?

 Freya: He brushes my shoulder as he moves past me towards the steps leading down to the beach and I grab his arm and turn him towards me.

“Your eyes tell a different story. What did you see, Sin? Our demise or our victory? I have a right to know what we are facing.”

 Sin: *I shrug her off and sink down to sit on the top step.*

“The end of who I am. Perhaps the end of everything.”      

*With a heavy sigh I place my elbows on my knees and rest my face in my hands for a moment before hardening myself against the despair I feel and looking up. As she sits down beside me, her armor glinting in the setting sun, her blonde hair blowing in the breeze, I am reminded of how I saw her in the vision, in chains and bloody if my choices take me down the right hand path, and I realize she does have the right to know. Heaving a heavy sigh…*

The Fates showed me two possibilities at the opposite ends of a spectrum. In both I survive the coming war and am irrevocably changed but… *shaking my head,* in one I become a monster.

 Freya: Something goes cold in me as. The Sin I know has always had great power. Coupled with the intelligence and strategic brilliance he brought with him from his human life, he had always been formidable, but  the honor he brought with him also had always kept him walking a line. There was no doubt he could go dark in the pursuit of what he considered just, but still... Shaking my head as I sit down beside him, “You’re exaggerating. You have to be. Even at your coldest, you had a sense of honor, a code. What could possibly change that?”

 Sin: Power. *It comes out gruffly.* Enough power to order the universes as I believe best. Enough power to impose my will on billions. *Looking her in the eyes, my voice growing stronger, commanding* Enough power to twist that code of honor into something that justifies my actions, enough to make slaves of my friends when they oppose me… if I allow them to live at all. Think of it, Freya. The power to do away with war, with wrongs done to innocents. The power to order lives lived as /I/ think they ought to be for the greater good… you know me, perhaps, the best of any. It was to you I came when I broke with the Horseman, when I needed to hide a child from him. When /I/ needed to hide from him until I gathered myself.  You know what is inside of me, the need for order, for justice. If I had the ability to impose my will on all in order to create that within all the worlds, what would keep me from doing it? Who would keep me from doing it? Not you, or Danu or the others. I saw you all in chains at me feet with blood on your faces. Not Sean or Adrian, not Bryn or Zav. They were not in that vision and if they were not at my side, then they were dead. There is only one who could dissuade me from it. *Looking away from her, averting my eyes to stare out to sea,* And she has turned from me. Without her, I have no hope of … anything. *My voice goes ragged and threatens to crack as I look down and repeat,* of anything.

 Freya: I had not touched him as he spoke. I knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t welcome it. But he is losing himself in despair and that can’t be allowed to happen. Now I put my hand on his shoulder and ask,

“What else did you see? You told me there were two opposite possibilities. If one is you become a monster, then what is the other?

 Sin: *I shake off her hand and rise abruptly, the memory of this vision more bitter than the first. As I step out onto the sand I can feel her with me, refusing to allow me to evade this. I stop in my tracks and close my eyes for a moment, then turn to her.*

I saw great happiness. My friends, all of you were there. Sean and Zav with their mates. You and contingent of Valkyries mingling with Danu’s entourage. Many other people whom I did not recognize as well. And there were children…my throne room of blood and flame was instead one of joy. And there was one other. One whom without, none of it happens. And she has disavowed me.

 Freya: And there it is, I think as I see his eyes. There is source of his despair. “You have found her? Tell me all.”

 Sin: Yes. Not long ago, I went to a city in the east of North America to put some old memories to rest and I found her.

*A half smile flashes on my lips at the memory of the first sight of her in this life, fighting like a tigress with blade and gun.*

You would like her. She is a warrior of her people, just as she was 35,000 years ago, though perhaps then she was a bit stealthier. In this life she is clearly a fiercely dangerous woman. Declan and I happened upon her as she fought. She was badly outnumbered and so I intervened without knowing who she was to me. You know it is not in me to leave a woman to her foes. There was such a familiarity to her that I looked into her soul and could not believe what I was seeing. It should not be possible. The souls of humans do not cross into other species. This female is half vampire and half angel. Vampire souls only have one mortal life and angels do not have souls, and yet, there was my Eve, reborn into this Amazonian princess. She was there in my vision, not only as part of the vision, but also dreamwalking with me. Her angel blood must be sufficient to allow her into the Aetheric plane as she sleeps. She saw just as I did. And she ran from it.

 Freya: I can’t help but smile. He had looked for her for many millennia before he finally reached the conclusion that his choice to become Death’s First had taken her from his reach forever. He had forced himself to have great patience while he looked, a trait which I know is not natural for him. Sin in mortal and immortal life has always been a being of quick action and quicker decisions. That it had taken him this long to challenge the Horseman had been a surprise to both Danu and myself, but I now suspect the Creator has had a hand in how this has played out.

“You’re slipping Sin if a woman is running /from/you instead of to you,” I tease gently. “Why would she run? Mortal remembrances of past lives are very rare, and usually take the form of a feeling of familiarity when they do occur…unless,” my eyes narrow, “you pushed her.” The look on his face tells me I’m right. “You forced her to remember before she was ready and you scared her. You could not wait. Sin, you idiot, WHY did you pick that moment to lose your patience and turn into such a man?!”

 Sin: *At the moment I am glad we have no witnesses. Not only do I not wish my mistake to become public knowledge, but it does not do for those you are about to take into battle to see how fallible you can be. And though Freya may be right, her tone allows some of my pain to divert into anger.*

She needed to remember! *I shout.* I need her if I am not to become that male covered in blood for all eternity. I need her to be by my side, to be my conscience, to keep my soul intact! *my voice crumbles as I admit…* I need her to make me whole again, Freya. And I now my impatience has cost me that chance. She remembered. I know she did. I saw the recognition in her eyes before she pulled away from me and disappeared.

 Freya: “You rushed it, is what you did. This is a female who has no idea of who or what you are…”

 Sin: *interrupting* I told her. I told her what I was and who I was!

 Freya: Mouth setting grimly, “I repeat she has no idea who or what you are – telling her you are a reaper doesn’t begin to cover what you are, even if she knew what a reaper was, which I highly doubt she did. And as for who you are to her… she is going to have to find that out for herself, feel it again for herself! That takes time. It takes a little wooing!”

Sin: *Frowning* I met her, bedded her, and wed her within 24 hours the last time. She looked into my eyes and knew, just as I did, that we were meant to be.

 Freya: Odin, give me patience… “You met a female assassin who had decided to betray her very powerful employer, in this case her own father, in an era when women were property. He could have killed her for doing it and no one would have thought anything of it. You met her at a time when the strongest, most powerful male was the most desirable companion for a woman. You were protection as much as you were husband. No matter how competent she was in violence, you had an army at your back that protected her from her father’s. Becoming your wife, accepting your dominance was life to her. Women don’t function that way these days. And even back then, you actually spent a few hours getting to know her before you bedded her. Did you spend time getting to know her, letting her know you? NO, you rushed it!

 Sin: I NEVER considered my wife “property”! *I roared.

The very idea was appalling. I had been raised a slave, my father slain and mother and sister playthings for a rich warlord. That history made me both susceptible to females in trouble and determined they always be treated with respect.*  

She walked at my side, not behind me, and she had as much to do with ruling Sumer as I did. Without her, I could not have built the kingdom I did. She was loved, respected and her words demanded obeisance as completely as my own.

 Freya: Looking at him implacably. “And without you she would have been ignored at best and on the run for her life at worst. Face it Sin, Sumer was surrounded by patriarchal societies. You created an Eden. Women were respected and had options. There were indentured people from conquered kingdoms but there were laws regarding their treatment and limits to their length of servitude and no one was allowed to be abused in any way. Your laws dealt with transgressors harshly, but given the mores you were trying to change, it was necessary and it wasn’t arbitrary. Everything was codified. The arts, the sciences, freedom of worship… all flourished during your reign in Sumer. And it all fell when you did.  She couldn’t have held it on her own if the allies surrounding your kingdom had turned on her. They would have taken pleasure in subjugating her as they did Sumer. YOU may not have allowed females to be chattel but the rest of your world did and she knew it. Did she connect with you? Did she love you? I’m sure she did. Despite your occasional arrogance, you’re hard for a woman not to love. But don’t kid yourself. The speed she accepted you with and publicly allied herself with you was born of necessity. You didn’t need to court her. Now you do.

 Sin: *Frowning, I turn my gaze to the ocean. We had walked nearly to the edge, the water lapping at my bare feet. I had looked for my Ishtar, my Eve, for so long that I had failed to consider in the now she had NOT been looking for me. That, and the future the Fates had shown me, had caused me to assess the situation incorrectly. But, perhaps, not irrevocably. *

Court her….I can do that. *Smiling a little wickedly* I appear to have some talent at it. But it takes time. Time I do not presently have.

 Freya: Taking a liberty that not many would with a being like Sin, I slap the back of his head lightly.

“Don’t think so highly of yourself. As far as I can tell you’ve never actually had to pursue a female in your very long and jaded existence. Women just seem to fall at your feet. Or into your bed.  You’re going to have to work at this and it isn’t going to happen overnight. So I suggest you pay a visit to your beloved and persuade her to give you that time. And I’d do it now, while the memories you stirred are hot and fresh. And before you go get yourself killed because you think you’ve lost her.”

 Sin: *Jerking my head away, I snort a laugh* Does that include you? I seem to remember some heavy flirtation for a number of centuries before we had our moment. *The laughter dies away as I consider the rest of her words. She is correct in that a man without hope going into battle is a man about to die in it. Still…*

The two endgames are the extreme ends of a spectrum. As I am alive and …. changed… in both of them, I have to assume I live in any scenario in between.

 Freya: Quietly… “But at what cost? The lives of all you love? You only saw them in one ending. Even if you end up closer to that than the one you fear, that we all have reason to fear, you could lose all you love along the way.” Shaking my head, “No, Sin, you have to give yourself a reason to win, to fight. She is your reason. She always has been, even when you lost hope of finding her, her light guided you to find your better self. “

 Sin: *She is right. This is no longer just about me. It never has been, really. The outcome of my war with The Horseman determines the fates of hundreds of worlds in untold dimensions.  To be my best self as a warrior, as a Reaper, as whatever it is that I may become in the end, I have to be focused on the task at hand. And to focus on the task at hand, I have to know that there will be time for me to persuade the mortal my wife’s soul now inhabits to be my wife once again. It is time for me to get to work.*

Where is Declan?

Freya: Cocking an eyebrow at the seemingly abrupt change of subject, “He’s in his armory at the forge. I asked him to make arrow and spear heads that could kill reapers. He was concerned you wouldn’t approve so we made a bargain that I would guard you while he made the weapons but that I couldn’t have them until you officially approved. Understanding his allegiance to you, I expected no less so I agreed and then heated his forge to the appropriate  temperatures for him to begin immediately and took over guard duty.”

 Sin:  *Giving her a skeptical look,* And you did this from afar? Because I know his workshop is well and truly warded from all but a select few, which you are not among.

 Freya: Snorting at him, “Really, Sin, you aren’t the only one with power. I’ve no doubt your wards would have kept me out physically had I tried – which I didn’t because I respect you and I didn’t want to cause Declan alarm by even trying – but precisely focused power could cut through them.  Oh don’t look like that,” seeing the consternation growing on his face. “It was an incision, not an explosion, and targeted directly to heating the forge and filling the cooling tank with ice cold water. I doubt I could have made the opening large enough for even a fly to physically get through.”

 Sin: *Shaking my head at her.* You should not have been able to even open it that much. There are those who travel by molecule.  Vampires travel that way, though none have reason to penetrate my defenses at present. So do reapers, not all of whom I can trust, and demons and angels, none of whom I can trust.  I am going to have to rectify that quickly before it is discovered.

 Freya: “I don’t believe it is an urgent concern, my friend. I only managed an infinitesimal rift and it self-sealed within nanoseconds. Any being trying to enter would find itself half in and half out when it tried to rematerialize, a state which would prove fatal to all you mentioned, would it not?

 Sin: Perhaps. I will give it more thought when I have the time. *abruptly changing course again* Why did you want reaper killing weapons, Freya?

 Freya: Eyes shifting evasively to the ocean, for I know he will not approve of all of my reasons.

“Weapons that will kill a reaper will kill anything, including demons and, if necessary, angels. Tir nan Og and Asgard are taking the largest contingency of reapers who are not battle capable. It’s reasonable to assume that we will be under attack should you fail, and even if you win there may be some who slip through your net and find us a viable target for their rage. I would have us able to defend ourselves as well as possible.”

 Sin: *There is both truth and logic in her words, but I sense these are not her only reasons.*

And defense of yours and Danu’s realms is your only reason? What about Bast and Kali? They, too, are accepting some of our less capable brethren. What are you not telling me?

 Freya: Huffing, “If you lose Ra will turn your people over to the Horseman before the field of battle clears, and you know it. He has no honor. Bastet only stays in his court because her husband, Ptah, will not leave. She has arranged to have Danu open a portal from Tir Nan Og to transport  the reapers she’s given succor to directly to Tir Nan Og. It wouldn’t surprise me if she abandons Ptah and goes with them. As for Kali, that goddess of death is as much a match for the rabble the Horseman would send her way as any of your lieutenants. Her fall will come when she is overwhelmed by sheer numbers. When that happens Odin has agreed to have Valhalla as her fallback position. She will take her people and yours there.”

Sin: I see. *Looking at her speculatively, I am aware she did not answer my question.* And I assume you will be watching the battle from afar as well after you remove the Inguz from my shoulder?

*She looks at me, and I do not care for that sly glint in her eye.*

 Freya: “I will not be watching from anywhere. I will be in it. You can’t afford to have the Inguz removed until the moment you are ready for the battle to begin and that means I will do it at Callanish.  I am not about to leave at such a moment. I /am/ a goddess of war, after all.”

Thunderclouds gather on his face and I hold my hand up as he begins to speak.

“Stop. This is non-negotiable. I told you before I intended to be there. It’s not my fault you did not understand I meant to the bitter end. I will say no more on it.” And if there is bit more to it, well, that will be my little surprise.

 Sin: *Warily, I search her face for clues.* There is more.

 Freya: Setting my face in stone, “Yes.”

 Sin: And you are not going to tell me.

 Freya: Huffing in exasperation, “Do you trust me?”

 Sin: You know that I do. It was to you I brought a child of power who needed to be hidden. It was to you I turned for help when I broke away. Freya, *Gently* This is not about trust. I just do not like surprises.

 Freya: “If all goes well, there will be no surprises. And if it does not, you will be glad of this one. Seriously, Sin, ask no more and trust that I have your back in all things. Perhaps,” changing the subject slightly, “we should see how Declan is doing and reassure him that you approve giving me the weapons? You DO approve, do you not?”

 Sin: *Shaking my head at her, aware I will get no more information. *

Yes, I approve. If for no other reason than if it appears I am becoming that ruthless despot I saw, you will have the means to kill me before I finish the evolution. And Freya, *continuing as she frowns* I mean that. You will do whatever it takes to keep me from becoming that…that… that /evil thing/ I saw.

 Freya: I look at him solemnly. It is no small thing he asks of me. This is a male I care for deeply. Though our affair had been brief, it had been filled with light and laughter at a time both of us needed it. The friendship that had followed was no less powerful for being platonic in nature. Perhaps more powerful, for though neither of us were the other’s soulmate, we held deep respect for one another. As warriors who understood the necessity of war and violence in some circumstances, we shared a comradery that only those who had stood shoulder-to-shoulder on a battlefield could understand. And as beings of immense power we were of one mind as to how rare such things should be. It was because of this I understood the lure of creating a universal existence of order and peace when the mortal world was by nature such chaos. The Creator held free will as His highest principle and He was powerful enough that we, his children, accepted it without question for both ourselves and our creations. Sin was not one of His. The Horseman had taken a mortal from the race created by El Shaddai and made him something else completely. Now the Fates showed him becoming something else once again. Something immensely stronger than any angel, any god, and potentially terrifying. If Sin were to become a creature who could take free will from not only mortals but gods, it would mean he had become so powerful that even The Creator could not stop him, if He could even continue to exist when Sin came to full power. Killing Sin here and now was the only way to be sure of preventing it, but that I would not do. His wife’s soul lives again and while she still exists there is hope that Sin can be turned from that path. I would wait and watch, but I could not refuse his request, no matter what it cost me. Bowing my head, I reply,

“You ask a great deal old friend. But I understand. If I see that you are growing distant, becoming that creature, I will act. I promise, it will be quick.”

 Sin: *Reaching out, I place two fingers beneath her chin and gently lift her eyes to mine. I see sorrow there, and commitment. I have no doubt of her resolve.*

Do not let me destroy those I love, my lady.

*Leaning forward, I place a gentle kiss on her cheek, power unleashed within me as I create unbreakable bonds between us.*

With this kiss I bind that duty to you.                          

*Placing another kiss on her other cheek, I murmur again*

With this one I bind myself to acceptance of your judgement.  If you come to me with a raised sword, I will not be able to do other than kneel and accept it.

*Placing a third kiss on her forehead,*

And with this kiss, I absolve you of sorrow and guilt should you need to take my existence from me.

*smiling gently as I step back from her* I would not have you live with pain over doing what must be done, old friend.

Now, let us see how fares Declan. Take my arm. I will see you through the wards.

 Freya: The power of his binding spell had run through me like lightening. I hadn’t expected it, though I should have. Sin was never one to leave things to chance when he could take steps to assure his desired outcome. The first binding I had already committed to. The second was a surprise. He made himself defenseless to me no matter how this all turned out. But the third…that was simply a kindness from him to be sure I didn’t suffer from his death. As I mutely place my hand on his arm  all that power settles into a quiet vibration under my skin, a subtle reminder of oaths taken and leaves me feeling unsettled. Shaking it off, I meet his eyes as the black reaper mist rises and we are away to the armory.

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[michimichim]

in fall & bloom | doyeon

disclaimer: top!fem reader x bottom!doyeon, mention of blood.

your shouts of glee resonate through the bustling streets of the city, pedestrians barely catching glimpse of your zooming figures. the autumn breeze is welcoming against your face, the sunlight warm on your skin as you veer the wheels of your bike onto the next street. your eyes occasionally gaze up at the bleeding tangerine sky through the palm branches without crashing into cars, or worse, have you and your passenger tumbling down the descending street.

“wait!” the latter suddenly yelps into your ear. you press the bike to a stop, both feet coming down to graze the gravel, then to finally land firm on the ground.

“you okay?” you ask when the bike’s stabilized, craning your neck to give doyeon a curious gaze just to find her eyeing the small dip laying a few feet away down the street. there's a pretty blush dusting her cheeks, chestnut hair outlining her forehead and even, darker lashes when her eyes glide back to yours in a form of uncertainty. she's wearing green contacts today, further accentuating her piercing gaze along with the dipping sun highlighting streaks of orange and yellow on her features.

“no way we’re going down that path.” she answers, a tone of incredulity in her voice.

“what?” your brows shoot up as you slightly look back at the road – it is a bit steep, but not dangerously so. you turn back to doyeon. “why not?”

doyeon’s eyes squint back at you, fully glaring, face scrunched – most likely wondering how insane you must truly be. but the endearing and dopey smile you offer back is enough to melt her rigid posture.

“they’ll kill you if i die.” is what she ends up saying instead. the light wind sweeps lightly through her hair, conveying the lulling scent of cotton candy and peach perfume.

you laugh, playfully bumping back into her. “wimp.”

“i’m sorry, is my death a joke to you?” she whispers menacingly into your ear, hooking her index through the belt loops of your jeans.

“hilarious, even.” you tease, tilting your head back to pucker your lips. “kiss.”

“no.” she deadpans, encircling your waist. “first, get me down that road in one piece.” you snort at that, “we can just walk our way down, yeonnie. i was kidding.”

“no, i somehow trust you with this.” she gags out, reluctantly. “why do i trust you?” she mutters right after.

“that’s rich, coming from an arsonist.” you muse, sounding utterly contented, a sharp contradiction to doyeon's allegation.

“shut up,” she starts and you just know she’s about to read you. you furtively feign a roll of your eyes, yet, an infatuated smile stays on the edge of your lips. you'll never tell her, but there’s nothing more attractive than when she gets like this. “–told me you would come and pick me up for a walk, not a bike ride. and unless you have short-term mem–” she stops. “stop staring at my lips.”

you laugh, sheepish, then avert your gaze back to the road ahead. “i'm getting my kiss once i drop you off.”

“if i'm still alive.” she says, hooking her chin on your shoulder.

you whine about her being a pessimist bitch and she lightly, though discreetly presses her lips against your jaw. “kidding.” she singsongs, squeezing your mid.

so you kick off once again. aside from the air being squeezed out of you, you make it down safe and sound. you cycle the both of you through lush paths, to open green fields and watch butterflies fly above, occasionally slowing down the pace of the bike to take it all in. with the scintilla feeling of just the two of you on a bike — blissful with the speed, with the fresh wind in your faces – you’re at home.

doyeon leans the side of her head against your back, letting her eyes take in the beautiful scenery that nature brings. it was nice being able to hold onto you like so, not a care in the world whether she’ll wake up to her name trending on social platforms, or worse, being questioned about her affectionate nature. south korea still has its outdated ideologies, teaching her to enjoy the beauty of whatever it is you’ve started, drawing as much as she can from the light and secretive touches.

unlike her, you no longer seem to focus on the picturesque surroundings. doyeon's hands start having a mind of their own, palms flat on your abdomen, they brush with each movement of your legs on the pedals – and she wastes no time noticing. it's a position she very much enjoys. her eager hands begin to venture areas they’ve never had before. she skims her way up and down your stomach, smiling to herself when she senses you tense. they map their way lower, to the button of your jeans, and without warning, slide up under your sweater. your heart nearly burst from your chest.

the noise that escapes from your throat is a mix of a choke and guttural sound. “christ, doyeon!” you breathe, scandalized. “we’ll fucking crash!”

the frigid feel of her fingers on your skin almost swerves you off the damn bike.

she only laughs, kissing the back of your neck in an apologetic gesture. she resists the urge to tease for the remainder of the ride, only cooing and every so often – she can’t help herself. she’d caress the area over your ribcage, feeling your heart jump beneath the dainty sweater. you can always excuse it as the intensive exercise you have so willingly put yourself through.

you park the bicycle in front of doyeon’s building and lean slightly forward so your elbows rest onto the handlebar. except doyeon doesn’t budge, she stays put, only shifting to press herself further against you.

“you need to keep your hands to yourself, ma’am.” you reproach with a shake of your head, glancing around to make sure no one, especially from her company, is sighting you. “we really could’ve died, and it would’ve been your fault.”

needless to say, that’s no news to you; doyeon has always been quite blasé towards prudence and authority matters. she has a flair for rebellion, not so much that she wants to go against the grain, but she sustains an innate drive towards doing so, and that includes the blatant flirting she would put on at random times.

“but i can’t keep my hands to myself,” she titters and you feel the vibration all throughout your body. you look back at her with narrowed eyes, and she leans her head comfortably against your shoulder, freely gazing at you through long lashes, a smoldering smile on her pouty lips. “plus, i believe i owe you a kiss.”

there's a shout down the street as kids chase after each other, loaded backpacks swinging and feet banging against the gravel.

“i believe you do, yes.” you concur, squeezing her arms that are still wrapped around your mid. “too much people, though.”

and that’s how she ends up dragging you up to her dorms, barely leaving you time to shut the door close behind you – her lips are on yours. thankfully, no one’s home, or at least in the living room because there’s no scientific reason you could come up with to explain why you’re lip locking with one of korea’s favorite girls.

by some miracle, she manages to maneuver you down the hall and into her room, all the while remaining busy giggling and kissing on each other. you throw yourself on her bed, and she ensues, settling down beside you. your feet dangle off the bed as you both lay horizontally – it’s a comical sight that she makes sure to point out.

you're getting progressively mindful of the warmth in your lower belly, the tingling feeling somewhere in your stomach when you engage her into another kiss. the kiss is wet and slow, experimentally tasting the apricot balm coating her plump lips as you leave the sweetest of promises on them. you tentatively stroke her thighs and in turn, her hands resume its trail under your sweater, across your abdomen in a series of affectionate caresses.

you make certain to be slow and considerate as always. after all, this is the farthest you’ve gone. there's only been kissing so far, nothing more, not even touching. you figured if doyeon is ready, she’ll initiate it. which is exactly what’s happening when she leans slightly over you to unbutton your jeans.

“hey,” you whisper against luscious lips, now swollen and tender, while tenderly cradling her jaw into your palm. “no pressure, okay?”

doyeon stills under your earnest look and runs a hand through her locks, pearly teeth toying with her bottom lip. “i know. i just – i need this.” there isn't so much as a slight hint of uncertainty when the reply escapes her lips. more of an emphatic assertion.

you gently push her back down to hover her body, slowly peppering her neck with kisses and tiny licks. doyeon pushes the rear of your head forward, urging for more, however, you take as much time as necessary. your kisses become unbearably slow, irritating her while also lighting up every nerve and muscle within her body. each wet path your tongue leaves further drenches her panties.

you rise back to her mouth, gradually driving her insane with the laid-back, sluggish brush of your tongue on her lips all without fully pressing them. you tease, altering the angle of your head each time she'd drive forward to capture your lips. without much warning, doyeon’s teeth are sinking into your lip, biting harder when you take her sensitive nipple between the spaces of your fingers.

a dainty spill of blood streams down your lip, further startling you when she soothes over the texture with her tongue, gaze darkening as she stares directly into your hooded eyes. “stop fucking with me.” she hisses.

“and since when are you so fucking demanding?” you moan, there’s no denying how turned on and heated the little backtalk makes you. she grinds her hips against yours as your lips crash into hers in a searing fiery kiss. your hands cup her face, both of your tongues rolling, playing and sliding against each other. she’s sucking and biting at your bottom lip, tongue thrusting forward. you close your lips around it and suck with an appreciative moan. god, you could eat her right then.

in the midst, your hands roam over her breasts, fingers pulling her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. she breaks the kiss to throw her head back and gasps as you pinch and pull harder at them.

“oh fuck.” with that, she’s once again snaking her hands up your shirt, feeling over your warm skin and bunching the fabric up for you to take off. you grab the hem and slide it off you while the rest slowly comes off in the middle of feverish kisses and explorative touches.

you take to straddle her hips, admiring the pale skin of her tight abdomen with a rapacious curiosity. you gently fondle her pert breasts into your hands, pondering whether to tear the bra keeping you from making skin-to-skin contact. compelling, but an attempt at it will cost you your head – so you contempt yourself by sneaking them underneath the band, relishing in the pretty little sounds rippling out through her lips.

“you like that, don’t you?” you purr out quietly, rubbing your thumbs over the aching, hard peak against your hand.

“harder.” she mewls, torso arching and pushing just to feel more of that pain mixing in with pleasure.

you lean down, a dark glint in your eyes as you bite and tug at her bra’s fabric, she grows wetter at the sight and feel of your warm breath ghosting on her nipples. she wraps her legs around your mid to cage you in, her hand tangling into your hair when you bite down onto her nub. she's letting out a soft cry when your tongue pokes at the tip before sucking the nub into your mouth, pulling on the flesh and grazing the surface, just enough to leave reddened markings on the flesh.

“ooh–” she gasps, breath labored, gripping tightly into your hair as you give the same treatment to the other pair, rolling the tender flesh between your fingers. you're positioned much lower so you rise slightly back up her body so your cores are touching and snap your hips down against hers. it turns her world upside down; everything tingles from her head to her toes as you repeat the motion over and over again.

you lean up to peck her lips, setting an accommodating pace for you both that has doyeon rising up to meet each grind.

she watches you with unfiltered lust; hands coasting down your face, to your shoulders and arms for a few moments, then cupping around the back of your neck and back down to squeeze your breast. she truly cannot keep her hands off of you. “i want it from behind.” there’s always been something impressive, fervent, in the classic simplicity and directness that is doyeon. it still catches you off guard, agape and sputtering. you stop.

with the majority of your thoughts gone, head clouded with wanton pleasure, you’re unsure of what you exactly heard; you ask again, throat closing around the words. “from behind?”

doyeon's brow quirk in a form of amusement, seeming lucid enough to poke fun at you, but still far from collected. the column of her neck is flushed red, eyes low and glazed – she’s beyond gorgeous. “i don’t have a strap, but your fingers will do,” she shoots you a coy look. “so, fuck me from behind.”

you blink slowly. “alright.” you say, heart clenching in what could only be a mix of amazement, lust, anticipation and anything that can match up a synonym in the dictionary. "roll over for me.”

and she does just that, not before unclasping her bra. it falls down her shapely shoulders, exposing her tiny breasts that your mouth begs to take back in. she gets on all fours, back arching and head craning back to stare you down, challenge in her gaze. “better do your best.”

goose bumps break all over her body as you seize her by the shape of her waist, almost taking her up on the challenge. unfortunately, there was only so much you can leave on doyeon’s body. as much as you want to taint her body red with unique markings, she has an image to maintain so it’ll simply have to wait.

you pull her panties down the gracious curve of her ass, leaving it to slip softly down her thighs then off her legs. your hands caress the silky, supple skin appreciatively, tracing over the dip of her waist to the back of her thighs. you give each of her ass cheeks a hard slap, heart pounding with each moan of hers – you’d think she’s used to this.

"come onnn," she whines, pressing back against you.

"relax." you hum, stroking your hand up and down the long of her back, relishing in the way it freely glides. you gently nudge her knees apart and kneel down behind her. the slight bit of slickness trickling down her lips prompts you to give her a few long strokes of your index, doyeon moans and arches her back further down as the same finger gives hot pleasure within her.

“you’re so pretty.” you compliment, fully admiring all esoteric aspects of her body like a tulip about to bloom – the ones who shimmer in the afternoon and reaches to glow of sunshine- as you start licking between her folds, taking your sweet time to lap every drop of her slick melting down her center. you mouth along her swollen clit through the poetic pleasure rolling into every part of her body, spiking in every nerve ending.

you bury your face farther amid the girl’s puffy folds, licking with passion in your movement, your hands gripping her thighs as you lap away at her hole, occasionally reaching up to flicker across her clit and fling her whole body in a mass of spasm.

your sleeked fingertips gradually begin prodding her entrance, easily sliding between the folds, remaining slow and cautious as to not hurt her. doyeon's nails dig into the comforter, unfamiliar pain lightly shooting up her core and spine.

“you alright?” you ask; there is a tiny waver in your voice, concern and apologetic.

“i-” she sucks air through her teeth, “yeah. keep going.”

reluctant, but complying, you extract your index to replace with your thumb. you hope this helps to start small and later on, prep her to take more. she pants softly, eyes teary and unfocused as her body attempts to choose whether she wants to rock back into your hand, stay rooted at the feeling of being stretched or flee from the unfamiliar pain that’s snaking down her thighs.

you thumb through her opening with consoling words along soothing circles of your hand on her lower back. it diverts her from the pain and creeping pleasure probing inside of her. you extend the process, her gradual whines climbing in octaves when she’d try jerking away from a certain spot being brushed by your inquisitive finger. you'd have to grab her by the elegant curve of the waist, pull her back and keep her in place.

it's just a matter of time before she’s past dripping, pleading and moaning for more. hips inclined back, accentuating the fluid lines of her back; she's crying in nothing but divine ecstasy as you switch back to your index. you draw it out until just the tip is in, then plunge it back in her wet tightness. needless to say, she doesn’t simply see the stars but the cosmos in all its entirety before her eyes.

reiteration of strangled sounds and gasps spill from her lips when you start steadily pumping in and out. she tries stifling them by shoving her head down in the covers, not because she wants to be discreet but rather her embarrassment in hearing those sounds coming from herself – they're melodic, symphonic even, to your ears.

it's something doyeon finds herself loving – the feeling of being handled and taken care of. the knowledge that she can easily be reduced to a messy state if you so desired (as one would expect, you’d have to work for it). doyeon's thighs shake with more thrusts of your fingers reaching deep – and she takes it all, with great difficulty, but it’s a start. her eyes flutter closed as the thick stretch that your fingers amply provide, turn into blissful pleasure to bring her closer to her release.

"how about another?" you ask over the high pitched whines. "can you do that?"

"i don–" you swipe your thumb over her clit and her breath catches in her throat before going back to ball the sheets into her hand. you encourage her with a squeeze on her thigh. "yes, yes."

you add your middle finger, cursing at how tight she is, her spasmic muscles start clenching around you. that's all it takes.

in less than a second, your digits are coated in juices and sleek is sliding down her legs as you easily coax her into a slow, staggering orgasm. she bucks her hips up with one last startled moan and you look on, smug, gently twisting your fingers through the slight burn of her orgasm until she slumps down on her stomach with a silent scream.

[theodora3022]

"Friend"(Yandere! Kazuha)

Genre: Dark fic

Summary: You trusted him, thought of him as a reliable friend. But it is too late to relise your mistake. Jealousy is a deadly poison indeed.

A/N: Wohoo it is finally here! I just got out of my writer’s block. To celebrate him coming home I am writing some short drabbles. There is more to come in the future, so stayed tuned if that interests you!

Content warning: Possessive and obsessive behaviours, drugging mention, implied female reader(no pronouns) General Yandere content, not proof-read or edited

Word count: roughly 1k

“This hurts me way more than it hurts you.”

The silver moonlight that flows from a narrow window compliments his light-coloured hair nicely, but you could not care less about his looks at this moment. Letting out a quiet sigh, the foreigner started to toy with a chain of keys.

The keys that could unlock the cuffs on your wrists.

“Ironic for you to say that when I’m the one being restrained.” Refusing to meet his eyes, you turned to the wall. Your parents were right, you are indeed too foolish, too naïve to take over the family business.

Kazuha knows you are upset, and you have every right to be. Anyone would feel horrible after someone abuses their trust.

Not to mention said person even locked you up in chains. He knows this is wrong, he does feel remorseful. But he simply cannot just let things carry on the way it was. The samurai has to do something, even if that means being questioned by his morals in his dreams.

The young man still remembered the day he first saw you; it feels as new as yesterday.

The Crux is currently restocking their pantry while Beidou is on business in Liyue, and you are here to discuss the prices of a couple of essentials.

Fair prices, polite tone, even greeted him with a smile when you noticed his curious gaze.

Which is something merchants seldom do.

So when the first mate assigned him with the task of managing the transportation from your shop, Kazuha was looking forward to carrying out his duties.

Even his once-noble family has fallen into obscurity, Kaedehara Kazuha got some aristocratic pride left in him. He knows an affable appearance must be kept up if he wishes to get along with the rest of the crew but to say, friends... Kazuha never considered any of them as potential options.

A well-educated induvial who seems to be interested in literature such as yourself piques his interest quite a bit.

From what Kazuha can tell (by listening in to your conversation with other crew members), you seem to admire their leader Beidou a great deal. So he took advantage of that without guilt; after all, that is how anyone would make friends right? It worked fantastically well, as you would invite him to stay for tea after the errands are finished, just to listen from a "insider".

The way your eyes light up like lanterns at dusk is mesmerizing. There is always the way you lean in slightly with interest, frowning when he wants to save the ending for the next meeting.

Is it so bad to leave you wanting more?

He has to admit that he enjoys your company. You are well-spoken, willing to indulge his poetry rambles, even completing unfinished ones from time to time.

Not that he has any idea how much until later.

“Kazuha, you are no fun.” Filling his teacup once more, you said with a petty pout. Just why wouldn’t he ever finish telling the whole story? He’s for sure doing this on purpose just to mess with you.

You two are friends, not close ones, but on amicable terms, nevertheless. Your merchant parents understand the importance of relations and connections well, so they never said anything against it.

That is what both of you believe until the Samurai suddenly feels this unreasonable urge to be violent when he sees you laughing with another man. As he was feeling indisposed that particular day, so the first mate sent another sailor to cover for him.

If gazes can do damage, the poor sailor would have been in shambles within seconds, from Kazuha’s stares alone.

He wants you to smile at him, acting all lively and cute with him only. Oh dear, that is a selfish thought. But Kazuha cannot help it, not that he wants to suppress it anyways.

The self-control that he took pride in almost shattered instantly. Luckily, Kazuha could excuse himself from Beidou’s questionable eyes by repeatly stating how unwell this cold makes him feels.

Wandering Samurais likes him would never settle down for anyone when they still got the strength to travel with a blade in hand. It is simply the illness that is getting to him, yes. That must be it.

Until the string of restraint snapped, when he sees you walking into the Liuli Pavilion with a suitor your parents approved for you. Despite you acting somehow overly polite and distanced with the man, Kazuha feels as if he has been threatened.

How joyous would it be, if he were to leave a few marks on someone who dares to tamper with what is his?

Even if he gets rids of this one, there will be more in the future. You had already told him how your parents wish you to use your marriage to booster your influence.

He needs a solution. A permanent, clean one.

It would be too much of a hassle and trouble to target every single person that comes near you. So, the best option is to target you instead.

When Kazuha had Beidou invite you to a dinner occasion on the crux, you did not think much of the situation and came with a few gifts in hand. He hesitated before giving you the beer that contains few extra ingredients, but he knows it would be worth it before long.

“I should have never trusted you.” You spit it out word by word, expressing them in spite as much as you can. You should have known that he is up to no good when he tried to approach you with legendary tales of Lady Beidou. How could he do this?

Now you are stuck in this tiny room in archon knows where after blacking out suddenly, the only clue being you are on a moving ship.

With his current occupation and status, there is little to no chance that he could ever win your parent’s approval. This way, what they think they do not matter.

The fact that you are his spouse would be set in stone by the time you could return to them. It would leave them no choice but to accept him as a son-in-law to save faces.

Kazuha kneels down near you, trying to reach for your cheeks as if he wants to caress them gently with his fingers. The ruby eyes of the young man darken unnoticeably in the darkroom when you decided to distance yourself away from him, as far as possible. But he understands.

You will come around, hopefully. You did like him back then, so why not once more? Even if you never do, he cares too much for you to ever leave you be. Selfish as it sounds, Kazuha would rather sees you unhapplily stuck here with him, than go roaming freely, be happy in someone else's arms.

[seijorhi]

Imitation

Commission for @beany-goes-dark I hope you like it, bby!

Kuroo Tetsurou x female reader

TW kidnapping/captivity, stockholm syndrome, referenced unnamed character death, mindbreak, implied abuse, forced pregnancy, breeding kink (kinda?), unhealthy relationships

He calls you kitten, mostly. Sometimes sweetheart. You don’t mind the pet names, especially when he says them so affectionately, with that lazy, indulgent smirk of his. It’s the other name that bothers you, the one that slips out in the heat of him fucking you, the one he whispers in the early hours before dawn when he thinks you’re fast asleep.

Her name. 

It’s soft and pretty, spoken with a reverence that belongs in holy places, edged with a bitter wistfulness that makes something small inside of you shatter into a thousand pieces every time you hear it.

There are pictures of her; on his desk, lining the walls. One time when he let you sleep in his bed you found one lying under your pillow - hers at one point, you guess. The photo couldn’t have been more than a few years old, but it was worn, the edges crinkled and the image a little faded. You wonder how many nights he’s wasted lying in bed staring at it, fingers slowly tracing the lines of her face.

You wonder whether he pulls it out after he’s finished with you for the night, like he’s returning to her when all is said and done.

She’s beautiful. Even with tears in her eyes, the smile on her frozen face strained and unnatural, she’s gorgeous. You suppose it’s not hard to see why he fell for her in the first place.

And you can see why he chose you. She’s prettier than you by far, there’s no denying that, but your hair is similar, and there’s something in the shape of her face, the colour of your eyes. You might not be identical, but it’s more than just a passing resemblance.

And under the dim, flickering lights of his basement, you suppose it’s good enough. 

Good enough means you get to eat. Not stale bread and plain rice spaced too far apart, but home cooked meals. Bowls of soup and curries, fresh fruit and warm drinks, once he even brought you dessert - chocolate dipped strawberries. Her favourite. He’d smiled as he fed them to you, hazel eyes darkening as you obediently licked and sucked the sweet, red juice from the fingers he slid between your lips.

Such a good girl for him. 

Good girls get rewarded. A soft mattress. Blankets. Pretty clothes. Kuroo likes to spoil you when you play along. He’s nicer, too. You get kisses instead of punishments, and sometimes when he’s finished taking what he needs, he’ll stay - strong, muscular arms curled around your waist, your head tucked against his shoulder as he strokes your hair and hums an unfamiliar tune.

You can almost pretend there’s not a chain locked around your ankle when he kisses you and tells you how much he loves you. How badly he needs you.

Not you. Never you. You’ll never be her. 

And it’s cruel, you think in the dead of the night when sleep is just out of reach, the way Kuroo treats you. Not the punishments or the icy indifference and isolation he subjects you to when you’re anything less than perfect, but the way he toys with you. 

For as much as he wants you to be her, Kuroo never fails to remind you that you’re not. 

Your voice isn’t hers, you say and do the wrong things - you can’t love him like she did. And when he’s reminded of that, your adoring captor turns cold. He becomes unloving. Distant.

Irritated.

Sometimes you catch him staring, those dark eyes flickering intently across your face, and you know that it’s not you he’s seeing - only to watch as they harden, all the softness and love leaching from hazel depths as the illusion fades. 

There were others before you. 

You don’t know how many, or what happened to them, but the day Kuroo brought home a friend, and apathetic, cat-like eyes appraise you, your suspicions were all but confirmed.

“Another one, Kuroo?” he scoffs, barely sparing you another glance.

Your captor ignores the comment entirely, and a moment later you’re tugged into his lap to be played with and fussed over as the two old friends catch up.

Kenma doesn’t visit often and rarely without Kuroo, but on the days Kuroo decides you’ve been good enough to roam the house freely, sometimes you catch him slipping in and out. He doesn’t pay you any mind, and why would he?

You’re just the latest plaything. A temporary pet. 

Until the day you finally gather the courage to speak, clinging to the corner of the living room wall, barely peeking your head out. 

“What happened to her?”

It’s obvious who you’re referring to. 

And maybe it’s the fresh bruises that mar your pretty skin, or maybe he just doesn’t care to keep Kuroo’s secrets anymore, because he lets out a quiet sigh. 

“She died.”

You flinch at his bluntness, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. The disdain on Kenma’s face is almost enough for you to tuck tail and run, and pray that he doesn’t tell Kuroo that you’ve been misbehaving, but as he turns to leave, you realise that if you don’t ask now, you might never get another chance, and you have to know. 

“Did he kill her?”

He falters, just for a second. 

“No,” he says. Slowly, he turns - not to face you, but to stare at a photograph sitting by the coffee table; Kuroo, with his arms wrapped around her, his lips pressed to her cheek in a loving kiss. If you ignore the clear discomfort on her face, the tears glistening in her eyes, it makes for a cute picture. You loathe the very sight of it. “She got pregnant and went into labour too early. He wouldn’t take her to the hospital, didn’t want to risk it, I guess.” He shrugs, but when he glances back at you there’s an uncharacteristic hardness to his features. “They didn’t make it.”

Nausea twists at your gut, and for one single moment, your heart breaks for her. For him. You’ve never really believed in soulmates or true love, but you have to wonder if that’s what she was to Kuroo. The be all, end all. 

She must have been, for him to still be trying to keep her alive years later.

As if he can read the thoughts racing through your mind, golden eyes narrow into a withering scowl. “You’ll never come close to replacing her.”

It’s more than apathy, you realise. He hates you - well, not you specifically, but whatever you represent. He might not say anything to Kuroo, at least not within your earshot, but it’s clear that Kenma couldn’t care less whether you lived or died at the hands of his friend.

He turns to leave then, apparently done with the conversation, but you can’t stop the words that tumble from your lips. “How many?”

Kenma doesn’t acknowledge that he even heard the question, at least not until he reaches the front door. When he speaks, his voice is so quiet that you barely catch it at all. “You’re the fourth.”

In the beginning, it was a method of survival. It was obvious that Kuroo was bigger than you, stronger too. When he told you that you were his, when he called you by her name, you didn’t argue. You played your role - it was better, wasn’t it, to feed into the delusion than to make him mad by trying to break it?

But it’s been months now. Nobody is coming for you, nobody but him cares what happens to you anymore. You’re no closer to figuring out a way to escape, and you’re terrified that if you try and he catches you, you’ll end up like the others.

Kuroo… can be nice. Loving, even. He’s handsome and he takes care of you, when you’re good. He doesn’t enjoy inflicting pain, he doesn’t hurt you unless you deserve it. You need him - he’s the one who feeds you, who gives you clothes to wear, shelters you. If he decides tomorrow that you’re not good enough, what’s to stop him from ending it right then and there?

It’s not like you could fight him off, months locked in his basement have robbed you of what little physical strength you had left. It’s not like anybody else could stop him, or would even care to.

You’d die, and just like the other’s before you, you’d be forgotten, nothing but a pale imitation that quickly wore out its usefulness.

He might never love you like he loved her. And Kenma’s right, you won’t ever be able to replace her, but maybe… maybe if you give him what he wants, what he lost, he could find a way to love you for you.

You can give him the baby he wants. 

Hours later, when the front door unlocks and Kuroo walks in, he barely has a chance to drop his bag and kick off his shoes before you’re bouncing towards him. Strong arms catch you when you leap, securing you against his chest as your legs wrap around his hips, “Did you miss me that much, kitten?” he asks with a grin, walking the both of you inside. 

“I love you,” you breathlessly answer instead, reaching up to tangle a hand in raven locks and draw him down into a desperate, needy kiss before he has a chance to reply. 

It’ll be enough. 

It has to be.

[hongism]

belated - c.san (ft. jwy) 18+

↦ pairing: san x reader (ft slight san x reader x wooyoung) ↦ genre: pwp, smut, 18+, non idol au, friends with benefits au ↦ wc: 2.8k ↦ summary: san feels guilty for missing out on wooyoung’s birthday dinner, so he enlists your help in creating the perfect present for wooyoung as a belated gift | part 2 out now ↦ warnings: explicit smut, oral sex: f + m, fingering, filmed sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism mention, subspace mention, dirty talk, cum eating/swallowing, unprotected sex

“And you’re sure this is a good idea?” It’s a bit late for you to be backing out at this point; you and San have both completely stripped to be as naked as the day you were born, and San is fiddling with the tripod near the edge of the bed. He’ll start recording soon, though that isn’t the thing you’re hesitant about. You are more hesitant about San’s promise that Wooyoung will even like this. While you have entertained the thought of fucking Wooyoung on occasion – it’s not like he didn’t get the fucking best genes in the universe alongside San – you never thought that the feeling would be mutual or that he would ever see you in such a light. The two of you have a strictly neutral friendship through San: both having met the man at school and thus become friends through him being your mutual friend. You don’t think it to be the most extreme or strange thing to happen, but still, that doesn’t lessen your surprise the moment San asked if you would be okay with the offer.

Your relationship with San is far different from Wooyoung’s mainly due to the fact that you and San fuck frequently with no strings attached, and as far as you’re aware Wooyoung and San don’t do that in their spare time. Thus you had no issue agreeing with San’s suggestion, which has led you to this beautiful standstill with San’s toned and lean body on full display before you. You must be too enamored by San’s body before you to pay any attention to what he’s saying because moments later, his fingers come before your eyes and snap several times to pull your focus back.

“Hm?”

“I said I’m certain this is a good idea. Wooyoung has entertained the thought of you – well us, for that matter – many times, and he’s admitted it to my face. I’m positive that he’ll love the present.” San brings a finger under your chin and lifts your head a bit so that you can look him in the eye. “Besides you look so fucking gorgeous with my cock in you that I’d have a hard time believing he wouldn’t like it.”

“Oh, fuck you,” you grumble as you try to fight off the sudden surge of embarrassment rushing up your neck and face. San clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“That’s what I plan to do to you, sweetheart. Not the other way around.”

“Well hurry it along then.” 

San only huffs out a laugh in response this time, but he steps away from where you’re perched on the foot of the bed to go fiddle with the camcorder a bit more. Seconds later, a small red light starts flashing at the edge of your vision, and you do your best not to stare directly at it as San walks back to you. He pushes your thighs open with his knees, slotting himself between your legs with ease, and leans over you to press a wet, open-mouthed kiss to your lips. You greet him like it’s second nature, and it practically is with the amount of times the two of you have done this. The only difference now is that there’s a camera present with you two, but as San’s tongue pushes into your wet cavern, you find yourself quickly forgetting that it’s there. 

“Wanna give him a good show,” San murmurs, slipping away from you and leaving a thin strand of saliva between your lips. 

Before you know it, he has dropped to his knees before you. His hands roam the expanse of your thighs, caressing the soft skin under his fingers, and he spreads you wider open with little resistance on your part. Two fingers sneak further upward and drag over the front of your folds. A bit of wetness has already pooled there, enough to make your core glisten as San pushes your lips open and exposes it to the camera. He’s managed to find the perfect angle to capture the action for the time being, but you know that will quickly change as the two of you lose yourselves in the arousal and sex-driven high. You drape a leg over one of San’s shoulders and lean back on one hand. The other finds purchase in San’s dark hair, combing through the soft locks as he presses closer to your heat. He greets your folds with a single, tentative lick at first, and the instant arch of your back under his tough encourages him to repeat the motion. 

“Look at the camera,” San commands in a soft tone. The words aren’t loud enough to reverberate against your cunt, but it is enough to cause your arousal to heighten, and you don’t waste any time in obeying the command. “Don’t even think about keeping quiet. I want Wooyoung to hear every last sound that comes from your lips.” 

You offer a quick and shaky nod, glancing down at San only once before bringing your gaze back up to the camera. San’s tongue finds your folds again – this time with more force than before – and you keen under his touch, a small moan ripping from your mouth before you can stop it. Your first instinct is to reach up and clap a hand over your mouth, but San hisses against your clit. It’s a warning, and you recognize it as one in an instant, pulling your hand back down to his hair with a bit of hesitation. His deft muscle teases your hole a few times before circling back up to flick over the bead of your clit. Even the slightest touch has you gasping under him, and his hands pressing down hard on your thighs are the only things keeping you firmly planted to the bed, otherwise you would be bucking your hips up into his tongue. It doesn’t keep you from begging for more. It should be shameful how desperate you are for more of his touch already, but the feel of his smooth tongue running over your folds is too good to be thinking about shame right now.

The next sound to fall from your lips is merely a whimper, and it comes out when San sets two fingers against your tight hole. He doesn’t even have to push them in for you to moan. It’s lewd and resonates through the quiet room, accompanied by the dry chuckle that falls from San’s lips, and this time, the sound sends vibrations across your clit. You writhe under his touch, and your elbow buckles under you. You slip backwards, tugging a bit too hard at San’s hair, and he groans from the sharp pull at his locks.

“Fuck, baby girl, if you keep that up, I won’t be able to finish the foreplay like I want to,” San hums. You offer another tug to his hair – an action more meant to tease him than anything else – and San responds by plunging a single finger into your hole. A gasp leaves you at the sudden stretch, which quickly breaks into a drawn-out moan as San sucks gently at your clit. You can’t keep yourself up any longer thanks to the sensation, and moments later, your back hits the mattress with a soft thud. “If you aren’t gonna look at the camera, then you had better tell Wooyoung how much you wish it was his tongue on you and not mine.”

“San,” you whimper, a bit breathless already. San slips a second finger into your tight heat rather than responding with words, and you squirm under the touch, hand tightening around the hair close to his scalp.

“Wrong name, sweetheart,” he teases back after a few seconds of terse silence. You nearly roll your eyes but a third finger pushes in beside the other two in you, and you see stars in the edges of your vision. “Whose fingers do you want in you, hm?”

“Woo – oh shit, Wooyoung’s!” You cry out, thighs squeezing together as San’s fingers brush over your sweet spot. 

“And what do you want him to do to you?” San is straight-up taunting you now, and if you weren’t so full of pent-up arousal, you would probably kick him for being such a brat at the moment. 

“W-Want his cock, I want it so bad.”

“That’s not good enough, baby.” San curls his fingers further, robbing you of the tantalizing sensation in mere seconds, and you whine in protest. You know that it won’t get you anywhere and he fully expects you to follow his orders like you always do, and once glance down at his face between your thighs pushes you further into that sweet headspace you love to be in while he’s fucking you. It doesn’t send you all the way there yet though, but it does cause you to beg.

“I want Wooyoung to f-fuck me hard. I want him to fuck me until I forget my name, I need his cock in me so badly. Just need to be f-filled up and – and fucked into the mattress, please.”

“There we go,” San coos while slipping his fingers out of the tight warmth of your cunt. “Such a good little girl for Wooyoung, aren’t you? Such a shame he can’t be here to give you that now.” San pushes himself up, one hand lingering at your hip and the other that was just between your legs sneaking up to your lips. You take the wet fingers between your lips without waiting to be told, and the taste of your juices on his digits has your body burning with shame. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll fill you up for him. On one condition—” San stretches his fingers in your mouth, spreading your lips wider as your tongue laps over him “—you have to call out his name instead of mine. And if you mess up, then I’ll stop fucking you.” He retracts his hand from your mouth, and you immediately try protesting to his demands once you can speak freely.

“S-San, no, pl-please—”

“No.”

It’s only one word but it hits harder than anything he’s said before tonight, and you sink your teeth into your lip. 

“Will you do as told?”

“Yes… y-yes, I will,” you agree quickly, trying to shroud your face from the camera in your shame. San catches hold of your chin and pulls you forward once more. 

“There’s a good girl. I’m proud of you, sweetheart.” He speaks the words with just enough softness and affection to have you preening under him. His cock brushes through your folds, teasing your hole a few times before he properly aligns himself and sinks into you with a shaky sigh.

“O-Oh, fuck, San,” you moan out before you can stop yourself. San’s member disappears from your heat quicker than you can process it, and you blink dumbly at the man above you in disbelief. 

“Get it right, baby girl. You know whose name to say.”

“Wooyoung,” you mumble, walls clenching around nothing as you remember who and what this is for. San pushes back into you halfway this time, dick rubbing pleasurably against your slick walls, and you have to bite your tongue to keep from calling out his name again. You only release your tongue once he has bottomed out in you. He pauses there to let you adjust to the stretch of his member, chest heaving in an unbalanced rhythm as he tries to catch his breath. “Fuck me, pl-please, fuck me already.” 

Your hands claw desperately at San’s shoulders in attempts to bring him closer to you, but San stays upright, fingers digging sharp crescents into your hips as he pulls out about halfway. His next thrust is so sharp that you feel your whole body slide backward on the bed, a startled moan breaking through your lips, and your hands fall uselessly by your sides. It’s with frantic grasps that you grab for the comforter, and all coherent thought leaves your mind as San begins to fuck into you at an increased rhythm. 

“Sa–Wooyoung. W-Woo, pl-please,” you beg to the thin air above you, barely able to get the right name out in the haze of your pleasure. San chuckles above you. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the air along with the grossly lewd noises coming from your cunt as San thrusts into you. You can hardly think about that though, too focused on chasing your pleasure. Then all of a sudden, San slips a hand from your hip to your cunt, and he drags the pad of his thumb over your clit in small circles. “Fuck, gonna cum, please, I can’t – I can’t—” 

You can’t even finish the sentence thanks to the mind-blowing sensation. San continues his staggered motions, tugging you closer to his body and holding you as close as possible as he approaches his high as well. He must not be expecting you to cum so quickly though because when you do cry out and squeeze hard around his member, walls pulsing as the orgasm ripples through your body, he releases a surprised grunt. His hand returns to your hip so that he can properly fuck you through your orgasm, but he doesn’t opt to cum yet. Instead, he slips out of your fluttering hole and pulls you forward until you’re forced to slip off the edge of the bed. The carpet is rough under your knees but you aren’t in a mindset to complain about it, still a bit dazed from the pleasure. 

“Where do you want it, sweetheart?” San grunts the words out, hand jerking over his slick cock, and you brace yourself on his thighs. You don’t reply verbally, but the way you stick your tongue out and blink up at him through batted eyelashes is enough of an answer. Within seconds, hot ropes of cum spurt from the tip of his cock, lacing your face and tongue with his seed. You flinch under the suddenness of the action. With eyes squeezed tightly shut, you wait for San to finish milking his cum out onto your face. 

What you aren’t expecting, however, is the sudden touch of his lips against yours, cum intermingling between your mouths and dancing over your tongues as he pushes his tongue into your mouth. You greet him with a pleased moan and dig your fingernails deeper into his thighs just to draw one last moan out of him before you’re satisfied. When San pulls back, there’s still a hefty layer of cum on your face, but he doesn’t let you clean up the mess yet, telling you to hold on a second. All you can hear is him shifting things a few feet away, then the heat of his presence returns to you.

“Show off for Woo, baby girl. Show him how pretty you look covered in cum like this.” Even though you can’t see San, you’re certain that he is dangling the camera in front of your face right now, and that thought alone causes you to stick your tongue out again and display the full extent of San’s cum on you. Fingers brush your cheek, collecting a few beads of cum before bringing them to your mouth and fucking the digits into your wet cavern. Once he’s satisfied with the amount of cum he’s pushed between your lips, he pulls back to examine his work. “Open your eyes.”

You do as told in a second, eyes fluttering as you make immediate eye contact with the camcorder. 

“Now wish Woo a happy birthday, sweetheart,” San coos from behind the camera. You can barely make out the twisted smile playing at his lips.

“Happy birthday, Wooyoung,” you say, voice a bit raspy from the burn of the cum in your mouth and throat. 

“And tell him that you hope he can join us next time.”

“I… I hope you can join us next time,” you repeat. A smile overtakes your lips at the pride in San’s expression. He doesn’t say anything else, fiddling a bit with the camera, and the red light stops flickering after a few seconds. “Is that all?”

“That’s it, baby girl,” San hums in response. “You did so well for him.” His thumb finds your chin once more, caressing the skin under a calloused finger. “I’ll get a rag, and we can get you cleaned up. Then we can send him the video and wait anxiously for his response. How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” you murmur back, eyes falling shut as San presses a quick kiss to your forehead. “I can’t wait to see his reaction.”

“Neither can I,” San chuckles before stepping away from you to head for the bathroom. “Neither can I.”

...

↦ a/n: part 2 anyone? jkjkjk unless? okay but also it’s been awhile since i’ve written something like this so i hope you guys enjoy pls let me know what you think also this was written and prepared before my break so please continue to be patient with me as i work on coming back and spending time away to recover and heal!!

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Need me

Chapter 1

Note: didn’t tag because i hate this. just needed it out of my brain. might be a prequel to Six Feet. Be warned this is LONG AF and suck so.....  Summary: Stripper just wants to work to support herself, but her bad life choices come back to bite her in the ass. Warning: choking, non-consensual sex/ dubious consent, self loathing

Chapter 2

Dark Mafia Bucky x Reader, Mafia AU ( mentions of past relations with Tony Stark)

It was always easier when liquor flowed through you. When the buzz hit your system that stiffness you got whenever you danced melted away.

Staring blankly into the spotlight so that the light blurred your vision. Spinning around the pole, little light spots float over the faces on the floor. Grabbing the pole behind your head, you slide down onto your hunches. With your thighs spread wide your free hand moved to untie the bow between your breasts allowing them to bounce out freely.

A high pitched whistle rung out from the end of the stage, the cat call signaling that someone was impressed with the view. A flutter of bills rained down on the right end of the stage so there you crawled, on hands and knees as seductively as you could for it.

Making sure to keep your stomach sucked in, back arched just right so that your ass stays high. The closer you got to the pile the more to sprinkled down on you. Rising on your knees you giggled and played it up for the generous spender.

"Meow" you were a little drunk and bored so why not pretend to be a cat tonight. You giggled again when his eyes go wide at your antics.

"Hello Kitten" the voice belonged to the most gorgeous face you've seen in a while. In the soft neon hues you could make out his sharp jawline, dark hair styled short, his light eyes mesmerized by you.

Laying on your back you wiggle atop of the scattered bills, swatting at the falling money like the cat for him. You purred and meowed at him as he neared the stage, sprinkling more and more bills on you.

It was so odd to get so much money and attention. You weren't a top girl, they were beautiful, some mostly artificially built, but others were natural beauties. You were out of shape, a sloppy dancer let the owner, Nick, tell it.

Yet this stranger rained down the dollars.

The club had opened an hour ago, it was still considered too early for high rollers and even then they preferred to spend money in the champagne rooms not the main stage.

Shit if this is how the night is going to be then maybe  acting like a cat might need to be revisited.

Taking the cash he held in his hand he fanned it above your head, so you pretend to swat at it like any good little kitty would do.

A tall broad shouldered blonde approached his side, holding a tumbler of what you presumed to be whisky. He leaned in the ear of the brunette then smirked down at you and laughed at the sight.

"Well...who do we have here Bucky?"

The blonde gave a name to your mark. Unlike the playful vibe you had gotten from Bucky this one was different and it made Bucky feel different too. From the look in his buddies hungry eyes you could tell he wanted to do more than touch you.

"Back off punk this one's mine."

Suddenly it felt like this song was on for just too long. Your buzz was wearing off and the longer they watched the more you felt awkward. Their eyes were too intense making it hard to focus on the dance and music.  

Turning to face away, you twerked a little, sliding down on your hands stretching out your back, leaving your ass in the air. You hear them hiss at the sight so you wiggled and danced for them.

They carried on in conversation, but with the change in position it was hard to make out what they were talking about. In the corner of your eye you saw the signal that time was up.  

"Thanks for being so generous" looking over your shoulder at them, putting an end to the playful kitty act. "My time is up" you pouted then scooped up your take.

You glance over again to see Bucky's smirk turns to a tight line upon your announcement.

Bucky’s arm slung over his friends shoulder, leaning in he whispered something to him then they retreated from stage.  

Despite Bucky's generosity they were starting to give you a weird vibe you couldn't shake. Standing with your arms full of money you head to the back.

 When you walked past the curtain your best friend, Bubbles, stood at the bottom stare waiting. She lit up at the sight of your big haul.

"Whoa! There are some high rollers out there this early Sweetie?" She asked calling by your stage name.

"I guess so. I've only seen this kind of money on music videos" you giggled walking down with the stage steps. Bubbles was up next so before she crossed the curtain you wished her luck.

"Excuse me Miss" a timid voice called from the door of the locker room before you could proceed onward to your locker causing bills to fell from your grasp.

"Shit!"

"Oh sorry! So sorry" the flustered girl dropped down, picking up your fallen money for you.

"What do you need kid?" You say as you kept an eye on her while she handled your money. Gingerly she placed the fallen money atop your misshapen stack.

“Are you..Miss Cat?” she asked nervously.

“No, I’m Sweetie.” you turn and walk off, but she moves to walk next to you.

"Can you help me find a Miss..um...Cat? Please?" She asked so softly you could barely hear her in the loud dressing room.  You recognized one of the waitresses, by face not by name. She looked like she was better suited for a proper cafe not this place. Still new to the world not yet hardened by its cruelty.

"Oh yeah. Sure.” you smile at her sweetly.

“Hey Cat!" You shouted over the lockers.  Turning from her you marched onward to your locker while she followed close behind. You saw Cat earlier walking to the back when you were on stage, so you were sure she was still getting ready.

"Yeah?" A voice answered from beyond the metal wall.

Looking over your shoulder you urged the girl to speak. "Um..Um Miss Cat there is a request in room two for you!" She half shouted, Cat replied with a surprised 'O'.

"Damn girl! You just got here right? Must be nice to be that popular." You teased.

"Tell him she will be there in a minute, she needs to finish getting ready." The waitress mouthed a thank you before she scurried away out the door.

When you waved her goodbye your money scattered on the floor. It didn't matter too much as you were now at you destination. Flopping down on your bench you fixed your top first, setting your breasts straight and then got started.

After the cash was counted and stashed you needed to make your rounds on the floor. 

Going table to table practically begging men was something you weren't looking forward to. There was nothing worse than being rejected by a guy that on any normal day you wouldn't bat an eyelash at.

Here they knew they had the power. The pros could sniff out a good mark, but that superpower was never bestowed upon you.

The door to the locker room burst open just as your locker slammed shut.

"All right ladies listen up!" Nick yelled over the everyone.

Heads turned and bodies moved around to focus on Nick. He was a common occurrence backstage so the barely dressed girls didn't shy away when he barged in.

Behind him Rumlow, the bouncer, dragged in a few girls that you had seen on the floor when you were on stage. That was new. Rumlow never entered the locker room. His presence quickly starting grumbles of chatter amongst everyone and when Bubbles came back from behind the curtain cursing at Nick it only helped fuel the confusion.

"As of today we are now under no management!" Nick shouted, quieting the the confused gaggle of girls. His one good eye roaming over everyone, unconcern by the effect his announcement made within the locker room.

"I want everybody on Stage now!"

No one moved.

"I said Now!"

One by one each of the girls climbed up the stairs and on to the stage. Clamoring together after you all passed through the curtain.

The club now empty, a bizarre sight as it was not the case when you were on. It's as if the club had never opened. Abandoned drinks on various tables, the DJ had stopped playing music, but the spot light stayed trained on the stage.

Nick walked below you all from the main floor and barked more orders. He wanted everyone to line up along the plank and put toes on the edge of the stage. It was such a strange request, yet everyone complied, but not without a few gripes.

As bodies moved into place, you finally noticed a large group of men in the far back corner of the club. With the spot light on the stage it was hard to make out who they were or how many.

"Who are they?" You whisper to Bubbles as you position yourself next to her.

"No clue."

You were all standing shoulder to shoulder, wrapping around the stage like soldiers at attention waiting for the next command from their general. Half of the girls were either in street clothes or their dance attire.

"Backs straight ladies show them what they bought." Nick shouted.

"What?" A few dancers called out all at once.

The men started to move from the back, coming more into view as they got closer to the stage. When they spread out, flanking the stage surrounding you all from the floor you became unnerved. Each one in a well dressed, everything looked designer in some variation of black, all with a hungry look in their eyes.

"You out...that one on the far end bye" a strange man's voice started commanding, pointing at varies girls from down the line. The dismissed girls heels shuffled behind you as they headed to the back.

"Did he just fire them? What the fuck?" Bubbles whispered to you. She was already starting to fume, especially after getting her stage time cut short.

"Shut the fuck up over there!" 

Your eyes shoot straight ahead and shoulders stiffened when he barked at Bubbles. You could her hear cursing under her breath, through gritted teeth you tried to get her to calm down. Her temper got her in trouble on a good day.

Her good lucks made a top earn during the golden hours, but because of her constant fighting with dancers and customers Nick bumped her to the opening shit.

"Fuck you!" Bubbles spat out, leaning to look at the man calling the shots.

Fuck!

This was the exact opposite of what you wanted. Your hot headed friend had caught the attention of the prick firing girls willy-nilly.

"Bubbles!" You scold her. She didn't care, she was not intimidated by these men, but you sure as shit were.

"I see a few of these Maidens have some fire!" A man with a heavy accent boomed from behind you. There was a sinister delight to his tone that you didn't like.

The face to the voice casually walked in front of you two. Your eyes widened when you recognized his face. It was Bucky, his cold blue eyes greeting you with a smirk once again.

"Ladies is there a problem here?"

"First off don’t fucking don’t tell me to shut up! Second..What the fuck man? You can't just fire girls like that! Some of them got kids to support and shit!" Bubbles fumed with her hands on her hip, her confidence gaining cheers of encouragement all around.

"Well Doll I wish I could tell you I give a shit..." Before she could move you stopped her. You grabbed her by the arm preventing her from taking the man on.

"Bubbles! Girl he is twice your size calm down."

Bucky chuckled as you tried to calm your friend down.

"Listen up this club has now fallen into Howling Commando territory. So that means this club now belongs to us. You belong to us." The men gave a chores of cheers for their achievement.

The Commandos were a well known syndicate, mostly known for gun running. The infamous group taking ownership of the club didn't bode well you and the other dancers.

"Congratulations you have all made it through round one. Now boys lets test drive our new merchandise." His eyes stayed on you during the announcement.

All the dancers heads bobbed and swiveled in search of Nick, but he had vanished from the floor. You watched in silent horror as men crept the stage while Bucky stood back and watched.  

From behind and around you could hear the clicking of heels shuffle. Girls bumped into each as they retreated from the edge of the stage.

His blonde companion appeared by his side just as he did earlier. Resting an arm on Bucky's shoulder, his eyes fixated on Bubbles. Your hand found for hers, holding each other tight when he moved past Bucky to join the other men by the stage. shoving a comrade to the side that seemed to by eyeing Bubbles too.

The blonde stretched out his arm, reaching a hand to tugged a string on Bubble's outfit.

"All right boys take your pick, let me know if they make it to round two." Bucky ordered.

Each man took their pick. Some of the dancers fought, argue fruitlessly, while others crumbled and sobbed before being carted off to some corner of the club. The stage was cleared fast leaving you and Bubbles the only two left standing.

"Hello Kitten, remember me?" Bucky asked as he approached the edge of the stage, patting the floor of the stage signaling you to near, instead you stayed frozen in place. Bubble's yelped drawing your attention back to her, his blonde friend had her by the wrist. Another pat caught your attention making you lock eyes with him again.

"Kitten I don't like to repeat myself."

Nervously you approached him. Your plastic heels wobbled a bit as you crouched down you and came face to face with the man.

"You played a really dirty trick on me and Steve."

He threw a his thumb toward Steve. Giving a name to the monster, who pulled Bubbles off the stage. You watched Bubbles fight his grip as he walked her away, until he stopped. Steve lifted her with ease and tossed her over his shoulder. Her tough demeanor turned suddenly soft, scared as she looked back at you helplessly with tears in her eyes. When Steve passed through the doors of the private room section your stomach sank.

"Your such a naughty Kitty....Sending someone else to play in your place."

Your brows furrowed with confusion.

Shit Cat.

You hadn't noticed her in the group in the locker room or on stage. Your heart raced when he took hold of your chin, forcing you to focus on him and you fought the urge to pull away.

"Worried about your friend huh... don't be"  Bucky taunted.

Primal noises grew in volume and fill the club. The seedy strip club was turning into a brothel right before your eyes.

Bucky lead you with a hand clasped around the back of your neck to Nick's office. You shook like a leaf in his grasp. The whole way tripping over your plastic heels as you tried to keep his pace.

Once inside he tossed you on the leather couch that sat across from Nicks desk. Your knees hit the side of the chair making you tumbled face first into the leather cushions.

He was going to do what he wanted with you. You started to blubber at the thought of Bubbles, Cat and the other girls. Their fate would soon be yours.

Bucky walked in front of the sofa, he towered over you, completely unbothered by your distress. You pushed up and sat with your legs tucked under. Your eyes stared up at him, watching as he pulled a box of smokes from his jacket. Casually he took a cigarette out, sparked it up and took a few puffs.

He examined you through the smoke, the toxic haze invaded your nose when you sniffled. You went stiff when he lifted a hand to play with a string on your shoulder. 

"So your Tony's whore."

You met Tony at the club. The charismatic older man had quickly become your regular. Always requesting a private dance after you came off stage.

He was such a blessing whenever he came in, showering you with money. Nick eased up off your ass whenever Tony swung by. It didn't take too long to find out why.

During one of your steamier sessions he dropped his badge. When you saw it you were freaked, jumping off his lap before things got too out of hand. Tony Stark, a detective, he explained as you redressed. Coaxing you to stay and finish where you left off. Nick was a retired cop so that explained Nick's leniency.

After that you two to fucked up royally. Tony got you pregnant. When you told Tony he surprisingly didn't care. Almost like a Prince Charming whisking you away from the club life, setting you up in a nice apartment. Playing house with you, filling you with delusions of a happy family.

You hadn't even known how full of shit he actually was until his wife popped up at the apartment you shared with your future baby's father.

Tony was of course away at work when you stood face to face with his spouse. Her eyes soaked with tears cursing you to all hell for ruining her life. You were in such shock at the revelation that you couldn't find the words to say. Seven months into your pregnancy the world he built for you came crumbling down.

Tony didn't come back that day or any day after. You couldn’t count the times you called him and left messages, begging, crying pleading for him come back. If he weren’t a detective you would’ve shown up to his job.

He had gone back to her and it hurt you tremendously and it still hurt. Tony was kind enough to keep paying rent and the bills though. You presumed it was to make up for the fact that he would not be their for the birth of his daughter.

It didn't take long after Daisy's birth for Pepper to lead the charge for full custody. The whole ordeal leaving you with a feeling of worthlessness as their lawyers painted you as an unfit mother and gold digging opportunist.

Without your little one you felt numb so you drank more and more to cope with the loneliness, the heart ache. To add insult to injury once they took her the money stopped so it was back to the poles.

Tears streamed down your face as you sobbed uncontrollably. This man was going to kill you all because you had the dumb luck of fucking a cop.

Bucky's jaw tightened his demeanor no longer jovial. All your thoughts fell to your daughter and how you wanted to see her again.

"L-listen me and T-tony.."

"There's an informant working for Tony."  He cut you off.

"What?" Brushing away a few tears you try and comprehend what he was saying.  

"I want their name." He said plainly as smoke blew out, stubbing out the cig on the arm of the chair. 

"I don't know what you want from me? He barely lets me see my kid." Your face was still wet with tears.

"Did you know Pepper can't have kids?" He said stepping closer to you.

Your eyes fell away from him, his question dominating your thoughts.

When he moved a hand to pull at your bow you were too late to stop him. You leaned into the back of the couch and wrapped your arms around to cover yourself.

"They supposedly considered adoption, but Pepper insisted on Tony having a blood heir." Bucky lean towards you so you huddled into the corner of the sofa. One arm helped box you into the side of the couch.

Bucky didn't bother with removing your hands from your chest, instead forcing his hand down your g-string and deep between your legs.  Your legs started to ache as you sat perched on them and with the added hand you started to squirm.You squeezed your thighs tight but it was useless.

The tears continued to flow down as you begged him to stop. Bucky felt like an immovable wall when you tried to push him off. He hissed when his meaty digits rubbed against your clit.

His callus palm sent vibrations all around you. Biting the inside of your cheek you try to ignore the blooming heat.

Beating on his chest you feel him vibrate with laughter. When a finger slipped through, parting your lips you yelp. The nervous energy started to be overpower by a sense of betrayal.

Casually Bucky started pumping into you. Your eyes burned from all the tears you cried. Your hand cocked back and slapped against his face with all your might, but it did nothing. He just stared at you intently. Watching your pathetic attempts with a sadistic joy. When he dipped further in, your hands that had pushed him away were now dug into the fabric of his shirt.  

"I-if you know soooo much. oh shit.. hah-how come you cant find this informant?"  You frantically pant out as you try to control yourself.

He didn't answer. You squirmed wen he added another finger. You tried to hold back a moan at the curl of his digits, the back of his palm rubbing roughly against your clit.

“Mmm shit!”

“That’s it Kitten.”

The walls of your heat ached, there was nothing you could do to stop your cunt from clamping down around his digits.

"Making a mess of my fingers" he tsk'd. When he pulled out of your soaking slit you exhale loudly. Bucky moved to stand tall before you again as you slummed back.

"He used you, because your nothing, but a stupid whore." The jiggle of his pants caught your attention.

"He loved me.. he didn't...H-he just couldn't leave her." As the words fell out you didn't know if you were trying to convenience yourself or Bucky. That was what Tony told you all those time at family court.

"Believe me or don't" He slipped out of his blazer, you watch unable to move as he undressed.

"....I don't care" His icy eyes stared into your soul all the while as you wish you could melt into the leathery fabric.

"Get me the name or you will be a faded memory to Daisy. And that's if Pepper doesn't erase you first." Each word hit you like a brick to the face.

Your hand cupped your mouth to stop the returning sob. "Face down ass up Kitten I want to see how loud you purr."

There was nothing you could do. If you didn't move on your own you were sure he would move you himself so you just got into place. Holding your breath to stop the hiccups as you bend over, clutching the opposite edge of the cushion with each hand.

Bucky’s added weight dipped the couch making it grown. He nestled himself in-between your thighs, the closeness of him shooting your anxiety through the roof. When he moved your g-string down your legs your heart beat so hard  in your chest. The pace so fast you tried to concentrate on calming it down, rather than your impending doom. 

Had Tony used you? Was Bucky right? You felt sick. The leather of the couch cushion pressing into your ear as Bucky got into position behind you.

When Bucky tapped the hard shaft of his cock on your ass you blubbered out loud, unable to contain the mix of emotions inside you.

Bucky's hands hooked under your waist, shifting you about so that he could guide himself hands free to your opening.

The head of his cock pressed in hard and firm, separating your folds, yanking your hips straight when they start to falter.

Methodically Bucky pushed into you, forcing you to feel every inch of him as he stretched you. Your toes curled at the feel of his girth overwhelming you.

His husky growl married with his fingers digging into your side. His weight pushing you hard into the cushion.

Shooting pains resonated throughout your body, mewls escaped you as your body tried desperately to adjust. Bucky's sunk deep into you as your nails tore through the leather of the cushion. When he finally pulled back your body trembled.

This man was nothing but control and power in human flesh. Your emotions were becoming overwhelmed. Your need was taking over.

"Please Bucky...." You croaked out while his tip remained inside you. 

"You take my cock so good Kitten." Bucky's voice was husky and full of lust. The sound of his timber sent rippled through your core. Your mound a flame from his touch and length. You wanted him to fuck you hard, you needed to forget about Tony and the world.

"Fuck when was the last time he touched you?" Broken moan are your only reply.

He sunk into you again with a lethargic stroke. You had to grit your teeth to take the length of him. Your cunt already massaging his cock, aching for more despite the pain.

"You're so fucking tight."

This was no quick hit it and quit it scenario. This was torture.

"Kitten...." He groaned out at you. Bucky's slow torture was breaking down, his rhythm increasing ever so slightly.

You hated yourself for wanting him. For needing him to fuck you hard, to use you.

You wanted to hear him call out your name as he railed you into the couch and you despised yourself for it.

"Tell me what you want Kitten."

You could hear your sex. The wetness enveloping his cock thoroughly.

When Bucky pushed himself to his hilt again you crumbled."Fuck me." It was weak, broken, but it was your voice.

"You want to cum for me?" He sounded like a lover. Full of care, so beautiful, but deep down you knew it was a lie.

"Bucky please fuck me!"

Your ass slapped against his thighs sending a sound of applause around the room. Bucky had set you a blaze. You needed to be used by him, to be needed.

"I can feel you, Kitten..Fuck." 

You bit your lip and moan reveling in his pleasure.

"That's it purr for me Kitten...Such a good Kitten just for me." Buck’s words of praise helped to further send you over the edge. "This pussy fits me fucking good." He growled down, slapping your ass making you moan louder.

"Who do you belong to Kitten?" Bucky tore through your cunt. The pain blanked over your thoughts, fading away unwanted feelings.

"Fuck! Bucky! Fuck...I'm your whore!" Your voice strained as you shouted out the words. Bucky’s dominating hold giving you the feeling of being owned. You wanted him to own you and break in pieces.

"Show me I own you. Come on my cock baby." He hissed and you exploded, your cunt convulsing all over his cock. Bucky fucked you through your climax, his own rhythm breaking down as you come.

With a final hard thrust came. Bucky’s warmth overflowing as he breathed heavy. Your body milking and pushing out his cum as it over flowed.

Bucky's cum seeped out of you, drying along your thighs as you laid half sleep on the couch. His blazer draped over your body keeping you warm.

He sat on the couch next to you, stroking along your leg soothingly. The smell of another cig filled the air as he got up and walked over to Nick's desk. 

Or was it his desk now, you weren't sure. Your arm dropped to the floor when you moved it. When you lifted it your finger tips graze something underneath. Curious you clutched it and brought it into view. An empty bottle champagne.

You look at the back of Bucky. Thoughts of your daughter poured into you. Thoughts of her being bullied for having a stripper mom. Thoughts of her hating you for being this worthless loser. How Pepper would be their for her, consoling her.

There was no way you could get what he wanted. And even if you could it would just be a matter of time before your daughter grew to hate you. Your were dealt a losers hand.

Slipping your arms through the sleeves of his jacket you try not to make to much noise. Standing up with bottle in hand you crept up on Bucky. He was looking at his phone, his back still toward you when you smashed the bottle over his head. He dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Quickly you dropped down, digging through his pockets while he was out. Keys, wallet and phone were what you took off him. You got up from the floor you back away.

Holding your breath you watched to see if Bucky would move. when his chest went up and down you were slightly relieved that you hadn’t killed him.

Your hand rest on the door knob when your cracked it open. You watched and waited, listening intently for anything, but nothing came. Your heart raced again when you start to walk out of the office. Down the hall of Nick's office was the employee parking lot and you hoped to gawd that the mobsters parked there too.

Bang Bang

"Gawd Damn it Tony!" you bashed on the door of your baby's father home. You felt frantic constantly looking over your shoulder as you waited for him. When the door finally opened it was no surprised that his wife  was the first to greet you.

When you got far enough away from the club you searched his car for a change of clothes. The mobster only had a pair of old trainers that you added to your already unfashionable look.

Dressed in Bucky's blazer and gym shoes. You had tried your best to remove your make up on the drive, but you were sure that probably made things look worse.

"Hi Pep" you spat. "Where is Daisy?" Crossing your arms over your chest to control your shaking. You were anxious, a mess and you knew she was judging every aspect of your appearance.

"It's not your day to see her and you know it" her hate filled eyes bore through you as she spoke. Pepper's slender frame blocked the door as you tried and choke down your rising anger. The hate between you two was mutual.

"Look if you had a daughter of your own you might understand the Maternal need to see ones own flesh and blood." You took a step closer to her, she was taller than you, but you always assumed if things got dirty you would win that fight.

"Whoa whoa whoa lets retract those claws ladies." Tony appeared from behind her with Daisy, the cheerful little thing, lighting up when she laid eyes on you. Her cute calls for her ‘Mommy’ breaking the tension between you two. Pepper's sneer did not go unnoticed by you as she turned and stormed off. Smirking to yourself, relishing the reaction you pulled from her.

"Now I know you know better than to just pop up like this. You cant keep doing this" he was stern, but you rolled your eyes in response.

"Well maybe if you would've left your wife and not taken full custody of Daisy I wouldn't feel the need to make a surprise visit." You made sure to be loud, hoping for Pepper to come back in and start something with you, but she didn't. Tony on the other hand was unamused.

"Hi baby" you kissed her on her chubby cheeks, smelled her hair, bouncing with her on your hip as you walked across the threshold. "Listen Tony I need to leave town for a few days, my mom is sick." You didn't look at him. You could feel the pending judgment on his face before he sighed.

"You begged, pleaded even to get unsupervised custody, and now that you get it you disappear on us...On her" he corrected himself, but you couldn't deny your heart skipped a beat when he said us.

Placing Daisy on the floor you let her run of to play with some toys. She lift up toys, showing the off for you.

"I know" you sighed heavily biting your bottom lip as you looked back him. "She is sick. It's only for a few days and I will be back in town." You lied.

This was a goodbye. It didn't matter if Bucky was telling the truth or not. Daisy's life was better without you. Pepper was better than you. Would be a better mother than you. Bucky was right Daisy was so young enough to forget you.

Your eyes started to water as you watched your daughter. This house this life was better than anything you could give her.

Tony sighed. "Alright don't make this a habit." He chided.

Tony was closer to you than you realized. Wrapping an arm around your lower waist, leaning in your earn the move making your heart race.

"I miss you so much." His words burned your ears and you had to pull away. It felt like a dream.

You turned to look at him. Searching for that Prince Charming that promised you this life, your heart ached when you found nothing there. Stepping back you move to sit next to Daisy. Laughing when she talked in gibberish as she shows you another dolly.

"Tony can you come here a sec?" Pepper called out. He leaves you alone with Daisy to attend to his wife.

Your mind was made up. You needed to disappear.

Chapter 2>>>

[fruit-of-infidelity]

(TW stalking) Inspired by the Valentine’s Day prompt when Ryuuto gets rejected. Can you please write a scenario (or a headcanon) for stalking-yandere Ryuuto. If a scenario, could it end that Ryuuto takes what he wants (e.g., kidnap the girl and imprisons her in the manor or something similar…)

// Ohoho, sure thing!（ o ｀▽´ )oΨ It gets a little, uh, creepy + suggestive toward the end. So be warned!

Tap. Tap... Tap.

Ryuuto's nails pattered gently against his bedroom desk. There he sat brooding, waiting. Once his familiars reported back to him on where that girl was, her condition, he would go. Like a typical teenager, he planned on sneaking out through his bedroom window.

After all, if Richter caught him... If he told Cordelia, heーー

Furrowed brows lifted, a sheepish smile spreading across his face. How silly of him, he scolded. For him to still be worrying about that... He supposed paranoia had really eaten away at him since the last time he had been caught out. But what on earth could his Mother do now, to punish him? To shame him? To guilt him?

...His Father was what worried him more.

As quickly as his familiars had informed him of that human's departure from her house, he had disappeared into the night. Their own mistake, really, to be wandering at this hour. Someone would have snatched her if he hadn't... He was sure of it.

"Wh-What!?"

Shh, shh, shh..."

Ryuuto was quick to silence the girl, springing himself upon her. With as large a hand as his over her nose and mouth like this, she easily fell unconscious in his arms. As savage as it made him feel ー almost like those younger siblings of his ー it made transporting her far easier.

By the time she came to she was confined. Not physically, by chains to his bed she was upon, but by the walls of Ryuuto's room. Doors locked, curtains drawn. Naturally, she was confused.

Mind muddled, throat dry...

Vocalising this as much as she could, begging to nothing but ー seemingly ー darkness to tell her where she was... She felt the mattress dip, and a pair of chillingly familiar green eyes met hers.

"You poor thing," His own voice was unusually shaky. "Listen to that dryness in your voice. Drink..."

A glass was presented before her. It's contents were thick... red, or perhaps white? She couldn't tell. That was enough, though, for her to hesitantly deny his offer. Rejected by her, once again.

"...Drink."

This time, any uncertainty to his tone had disappeared. It was clearly an order. By the time she caught his gaze again, he had already brought the glass to he lips on her behalf. Then, he begun to tip it.

"R-Ryuu... W-Waiー"

That warm, thick liquid met with her lips... and trickled onto her tongue as she was silenced mid-sentence. As her hands thrusted out to knock the glass from his hands, and to keep some sort of distance between her and her capture, drowsiness suddenly took hold.

"Sleep for now, beloved... There are still some things I must tend to, before I can let you roam our house freely."

[ecliptsukki]

a turned spirit ❧ bakugou katsuki / ground zero

navigation | music

➣ genre: angst

➣ warnings: villian!baku, unrequited love

➣ request: bakugou Is fighting the reader and the reader Kiss him to distract him to escape ( Sidenote have you ever watch Jennifers body

➣ a/n: hi, anon! unfortunately, i’ve never watched jennifer’s body but i have seen a few scenes before. if your request is correlated to the movie, i’m so sorry if the fic doesn’t turn out the way you want :((( also! since bakubro’s birthday is today (in the us), i decided to write a fic for him and so i saw this request! i tried to post it yesterday, but i got occupied with homework :/// if the center of the fic sounds like word spew, it probably is because it spaced out in the middle of writing it lmao. i promise i will work on the other requests waiting in my inbox, i just need time. thank you and enjoy!!!

Sirens were going off throughout the city; dark clouds of smoke wafted in the air. Some citizens were being calmly evacuated to a safer location, whereas others were watching the pro heroes fight the villain. 

A loud boom echoed through the streets of the city, attracting everyone’s attention. A flash of orange flames lit up the sky, followed by a hoarse shout. 

You would’ve recognized that voice anywhere, be it in your sleep or in a loud, crowded room. 

Oh how you wished you had Deku with you as of now.

“Happy birthday, Bakugou!” You and your classmates jumped out of their hiding spots, surprising the hot-headed peer.

He gave the group of you an unimpressed stare, hands shoved in the pockets of his low-waisted pants. The blonde gave the decorated room a once over before grunting a quiet thanks of appreciation.

“No need to be such a tsundere, Baku-bro,” Kaminari chirped, nudging Bakugou with his shoulder.

“Fuck off, Pikachu,” the black-clothing-clad boy grumbled.

“Cheer up, Bakugou! It’s your birthday, and everyone here set this up for you!” Kirishima placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

Everyone else in the class had began to roam the snack table or dance with each other to Jirou’s live music. You, on the other hand, held a neatly wrapped gift in your arms, collecting the courage to approach and give Bakugou the gift yourself.

Watching as the blonde sat himself onto the plush cushions of the common room’s couch, your feet carried you over to him, forcing you into one reality.

“What do you want?” His gruff voice spoke, staring at your frozen figure.

Lips trembling, you decided your actions would speak louder than your words, at the moment. Your arm stuck out, handing the gift to Bakugou. He looked at you, then the gift, gently grabbing the box away from you.

“Thanks,” he mumbled.

Internally panicking, you simply nod and hum, eyes focused on your feet. You scurry away as soon as you could, attempting to hide the obvious blush on your cheeks.

Unbeknownst to you, Bakugou was watching your frantic figure gather some water to cool yourself down. 

Cute, he thought, looking down at the custom-made, Ground Zero wrapping paper you used for his gift.

The sound of explosions neared you and the other pro heroes. Some heroes were too injured to fight or were helping the police escort the citizens away faster. Coincidentally, you were the only one who could fight. Luckily, unlike the other heroes, you already had experience fighting the inevitable explosion man.

“Go! Take them as far from here as possible. I’ll try to hold him back,” you shouted at the escapees and your fellow heroes.

You ran forward, closing in on the sound of explosions. You caught a glimpse of the smoke and orange flames and moved to get in closer range of them.

Once you could see the muscular man shooting through the sky, you activated your quirk, attracting his attention to you.

“Well if it isn’t my least favorite UA girl,” his voice echoed down the street.

“Bakugou,” you spoke in a low tone.

“How’s it going, L/N? I see you’re one of the top pro heroes now,” he smirks, little sparks lighting from his palms.

“You could’ve been one too,” you responded, ignoring his question.

“Yeah, I could’ve, but why tie myself down to boring rules?” 

The two of you were walking in circles, neither one willing to turn their backs.

“What about your dream of being stronger and better than All Might?” You brought up his childhood dream, hoping to draw out more time.

“Can’t you see? I am better than All Might. My power is unlimited,” he cackled.

You gulped, frowning at the man ahead of you. His appearance didn’t change much in comparison to when he was a high schooler. Now, he was the shell of someone you had fallen for once.

Scoffing, he spoke, “As much as I’d like to let you stall more time, I’ve got some people to show my power to.”

Seeing as he was ready to boost himself away, you ran towards him, grabbing his arm and trying to pin him to the floor. You wrapped your legs around his waist, legs coming down from behind him, knocking his knees down. Since he was on his knees, you swung yourself around him and pushed him onto his chest, cheek squashed against the floor. You pulled both his arms back, trying to pry his grenade gauntlet off of him.

With you straddling his back, you could feel him chuckle from underneath you, “You really think you can take those off? They were designed so that only I could take them off on my own accord.”

You ignored him, straining to pull of the big and heavy items. It was like taking them off would release him from some imaginary spell you thought up in your mind, like it would liberate your chained heart and he would come back.

Bakugou could feel your efforts beginning to weaken and took the opportunity to his advantage. With a slight roll of his shoulder, he managed to use the gauntlet’s weight to escape your grasp.

With you stuck in a heartbroken haze, you were too late to realize the villain overpowering you until you were the one under him. You stared into his scintillating ruby eyes, searching for even a fraction of the classmate you had mourned over losing. Tears pricked your own E/C eyes, spilling down your flushed cheeks.

For a moment, the blonde’s aggressive façade had faltered, his eyes quivering at the sight of your tear-stained cheeks. It was only when he heard the sound of a building collapsing on its weak infrastructure did he warn you once more.

“I suggest you get out of here before I have to hurt you,” he growled lowly, dismissing the bitter taste the words had left in his mouth.

Your mind was telling your body to move, to get up and fight, but your heart was telling you to stay, forcing you to gaze at his complexion much too long.

“No,” you whimpered, unconsciously. Your head shook, hand grabbing onto one of the man’s large wrist that was pinning you down. “Come back. I can- We can help you.” 

You were at your wits end, fighting against a once potential number one pro hero and an unrequited love. 

He harshly ripped himself out of your grasp, spitting out, “I don’t need your help.”

That was enough for you to accept the reality of the situation. Bakugou Katsuki was long gone; Ground Zero was no longer a hero. You must protect this beloved city and its people.

Glancing at the big city hall clock, you realize you’d stalled just about the perfect amount of time for the citizens to escape, meaning all you needed to do was hold Ground Zero back a little longer to ensure he wouldn’t locate the safe house.

Running full speed at the man ahead of you, you dropped to your side, sliding between his legs and flipping up to kick him to the floor. You could hear him elicit a dark chuckle before turning over and firing his blast at you. Fortunately, you were able to hop off of him and put some distance between the two of you.

You knew both close combat and long-range combat wouldn’t work on him. He was fully equipped when it came to his quirk. You, on the other hand, preferred to depend on your combat skills, and unlike Deku, your quirk didn’t increase the amount of force or strength in your attacks.

While you were busy thinking up a plan of escape, you felt your phone vibrate in its compartment in your bodysuit. Bakugou must’ve noticed your relaxed disposition because he began to charge at you, attacking you on all sides, leaving you trapped dodging his explosions.

“I guess some measly pro hero could be a good reward to bring back in replace of their lives,” he shouted, hands bombarding your space.

Your state of mind was panicked. You didn’t know how you were going to beat him, let alone escape. Only one idea popped in your head at that moment, and oh, how you despised it. Your thoughts screamed: “It’s not going to work!” “That only works in cliches!” “Oh my god, are you stupid?” Nevertheless, you had no other plans, no other ideas.

Finding a convenient opening, you leaned in smashing your lips against his, causing him to immediately freeze in his spot. The pink, cracked lips pressed against yours felt like it was out of a fantasy. No, his lips weren’t perfect and soft like a prince in shining armor’s, but his were with meaning: a tragic story made of his life that led to that exact moment.

Pulling away, you spared him one last glance before running out of his sight. He didn’t chase after you. He couldn’t because he knew if he did, he wouldn’t want to leave your side ever again, but he didn’t want the tied down life of a “savior” or a “hero.” Besides, there’s no way he would be accepted as a hero and let roam freely after all the chaos and havoc he’d caused.

Once a villain, always a villain... at least that was what society believed.

The two of you had different destinies with the lines of dark and light. Alas, there was no in between for you to share and no way to turn back the tables called time.

[bluemoondust]

✧Darling Tries to Escape — Bakugou, Kirishima✧

Request: What if Katsuki or kirishima darling runs away will they escape or get captured once more ? :)

I've decided to go with writing both of them if that's alright. ^^

Bakugou Katsuki

You would have to had been planning this escape for a while now since Bakugou isn't one to let go of you that easy. That, and the fact that in the beginning of your time with him, he absolutely did not trust you enough to be on your own or roam around freely in the house. So, gaining his trust is a key factor to your plan of getting away from him. Maybe you will manage to reach outside of the house, but I feel like you wouldn't get too far. Even if you convinced Bakugou to give some more freedom around the house with your good behavior, he still has a nagging thought in the back of his head. There's a part of him that is not easily convinced that you're willing to stay with him. Stockholm Syndrome doesn't hit this early, right? You've behaved so well, even after his treatment towards you?

Let's just say, those thoughts are immediately silenced once he catches sight of you about to make your way outside the area of the house. There's so much tension as the two of you can only stare at one another. "What are you doing?" He already knows what you're doing, he just wants you to say it in his face. You can try to escape from Bakugou, but he still has some trust issues; putting up hidden cameras really shows that. This is especially true when it comes to you. Once he drags you back inside, he'll definitely let it be known that you have broken trust and lost privileges. Deep down, Bakugou is hurt, but he can't let that show.

Kirishima Eijiro

The only reason why Kirishima would even kidnap you is due to his delusions and insecurities. He absolutely loves you with all his heart and trusts you to the ends of the earth. However, his own thoughts are not the best towards him and at some point he'll grow paranoid on the idea of someone taking you. When Kirishima does kidnap you, he'll make sure to give you some form of freedom. He does not lock you up in a room or restrain you at all. All he does is let you know that you're not allowed to leave, but c'mon you wouldn't do that, right? You two love each; there's no reason to consider leaving at all. That was the one mistake he made which almost ensured your escape.

Unfortunately, Kirishima likes to be with you almost 100% of the time. You would have to find some time alone to even try escaping from him; maybe during those times he actually leaves the house. On the subject of actually managing to achieve this feat, it's awfully weird how you still manage to run into him. You will manage to get some distance before he spots you. Now, he has thought over where to keep you around; the place you've been taken to is some ways away from the nearest city. It's only because he wants the two of you to get some time alone! It's it romantic? Like you two are having some sort of vacation away? Kirishima will casually pick you up and fuss over how you must have gotten lost, not even acknowledging the way you thrash and kick as he walks you back home. He chuckles, telling you that he will make sure this won't happen again.

[romanceboys]

(interview) gq korea february issue 2021 — shinee minho “i’m still as passionate as ever”

1. i heard that your schedule ran until dawn today. you still look energetic.  no matter how exhausted i am, my condition improves once i wake up and take a shower. because it’s like the usual morning routine. 2. you take pride in the fact that your stamina is second to none, right? it reminded me of something you said long ago. i wouldn’t go as far as to say that it’s my pride, but i do know my stamina is stronger than most. my energetic appearance is my positive characteristic as well. 3. moreover, it hasn’t been long since you were discharged from the marines.  well, it seems like my stamina has gotten better. hahaha. 4. there must be a lot that you want to do. what do you enjoy doing the most these days? since it’s not the kind of situation where i can roam about freely, i’ve been spending a lot of time with my family. i was with them on christmas and new year’s. i’d barely done this since debut so i think it was a good thing. even in the military, i missed my people the most. 5. that must be why on the day of your discharge you made a surprise appearance at taemin’s music broadcast waiting room. in your military uniform.  i rushed straight from pohang. the shinee members were gathered to support taemin, and the staff that had been with us for over ten years was present too. when i looked back on shinee’s activities in the military, the very fun and enjoyable memories felt vague, but on that day they became clear to me right away. this is why we’ve continued together for so long. 6. what do you talk about with your members? since we’re currently preparing for our album, we’ve been talking about us as a team a lot. things like shinee’s (future) direction and what we ought to show. 7. did you figure something out? up till now shinee has often attempted unique and novel challenges, musically and stylistically. there were times when things were derived from what we did first, or even times when we had to question ourselves “is this okay?” before taking a bold step. but because we're an idol group, we folded under inevitable stereotypes and could not ignore them. however, we now collectively agree on preserving our artistic aspect well in order to show off a more distinct musical colour. 8. agreed. can you tell us which song represents shinee’s identity? the title track of the 4th album ‘view’ was shinee’s turning point. prior to this, the group was mostly known for its strength in performance, but through this song we were able to show the type of musical colour we pursued. we tried deep house at a time when the genre was unknown to k-pop and though it was not done without reservations, we got the response we expected. it’s basically what the entire (odd) album stands for. 9. besides music or performance, is there any other scene that can portray shinee well? having overcome many obstacles, we can’t define ourselves simply by saying ‘yes, this is us.’ rather, if there were to be a documentary made on shinee, i wonder how it’d be like to have the opening scene unveil the members’ perfectly human state instead of their moments of glory. for instance, saying whatever i want to without hesitation. without worrying, without walking on eggshells.  10. are you a quiet person? though i do joke around easily, i try to be careful with my words. i’m more of a listener than a talker. 11. you lived entirely as choi minho in the military. did you live true to yourself or were you able to discover a new side? it’s both. i had a lot of time for introspection. i reflected on the time spent and thought about what was good or disappointing, it unveiled a side of me that i hadn’t even considered while working as shinee minho. rather than saying it changed me, i was able to understand myself more definitively as a person. what i could be honest about and careful with with people became clear to me, i also realised that my strengths can become my weaknesses. 12. what made you think that? i thought i had an outgoing personality, but in retrospect i was more concerned about the people around me than myself. the other party can only be at ease if i’m comfortable... i was so busy being considerate that i ended up becoming stressed without realising. 13. an upright and serious image comes to mind when we say minho, turns out there was a complicated reason for it. it’s because i wasn’t even aware of it. i believe it’s something i need to work on to become a better person. this is also why i’m looking forward to my thirties. i’m curious about the areas i’ll mature in. 14. among the expressions that describe minho are passion and giving it your all. when do you think was your most passionate era? when i debuted as shinee, practicing blindly and then promoting made me feel like i was lacking a lot which affected my confidence. after our first concert, however, i became less anxious and worried. i realised that there were many fans who supported me. all i could think of was that i had to give it my best. my passion from back then is still the same as ever. it’s my understanding that i’ve come all the way to the present without cooling down. 15. what meaning does passion hold for you? does it mean that you’re very ambitious/greedy? i used to think passion and ambition meant the same thing. i was very certain that you could achieve anything if you were ambitious enough and worked hard. i hypnotized myself into believing that because i wanted it so badly, not because i was being reckless. as i started gaining more experience, i began to differentiate between the two. if passion means doing what you can to the best of your abilities, then greed is limiting yourself when you try something new because you wonder whether you can do it well. and that is why confidence is important. if you’re confident, then you can carry greed with a positive energy. 16. have you now gotten used to acting and promoting as shinee at the same time? at first i thought i could do it even if it was difficult. turns out that wasn’t the case. killing two birds with one stone wasn’t as easy as i thought. i don’t want to let either go. instead of saying yes it’s hard or i’m disappointed in the results, i believe this is a problem i need to solve. 17. your first activity after discharge was acting. you made a special appearance in the drama ‘lovestruck in the city,’ what was your first line? “please wear this.” i cannot forget it. 18. why not? one of my favourite words is ‘first.’ your first experiences are always unforgettable. seconds are usually a vague memory. that’s why firsts are extremely meaningful. standing before the camera for the first time after discharge felt like i was starting anew. the scene wasn’t even that hard, but i was very nervous. just like the first time i acted, i vividly remember the day’s situation, people, the atmosphere, and the weather. 19. do you remember your first scene as well? it’s been more than a decade.  it was a one-episode short drama; the scene was filmed inside a tow truck. i don’t remember my line very well, but the actors, the hustle and bustle of the staff outside the window, the glaring sunlight, the tow truck i sat in for the first time are all still very vivid. i try not to forget it. 20. do you remember the first praise you received for your acting?  hm, many people around me say nice things, but i’ve never considered those as compliments. it’s because i don’t think i’ve done anything praiseworthy yet. so let’s just say my first praise doesn’t exist for now. 21. that is a very objective yet cool answer. then what do you think is something you need courage to do?  everyday things.... like cooking. i can’t bring myself to even think about it, but i should attempt it before it’s too late. 22. by the way, you started sns. you did say in an interview that you did not see the need for socials, so what changed your mind? i received so many letters from fans in the military. i read every single one of them, and in most of them fans asked me to share my daily life through sns. though i did joke around saying that i’d rather hold a personal photo exhibition than create socials, i got one as a present for fans who spent two years waiting for me. but i’m not sure if i can manage it well. 23. do you tend to record your personal life through pictures like others? haha. not at all. i’m working towards it these days. 24. when was your sns profile picture taken?  when i was three or four years old. i racked my brain over this too. whether to upload a sefie or to go for a cool vibe. 

translated by romanceboys — take out with full credit (source)

[anyoneseenadam]

Home: chapter one

azriel x reader (acotar) 

summary: (y/n) is a daughter of Persephone, still recovering from the trauma of her fall into Tartarus and doesn’t have time for a stupid, handsome, annoying, stunning, injured man. But now they’re stuck together in the middle of nowhere and there only chance of getting home is if she can heal him, and fast. 

warnings: big spoilers for mark of Athena and house of Hades, also some for the acotar series, eventual smut, blood, PTSD, graphic descriptions of violence, injuries and torture, enemies to lovers so az is a bit of a dick to start, swearing

word count: 2.8k 

a/n: this is the first proper fic I have written in so so so long and i’m legit nervous to post it so pls be nice, plus feedback is always appreciated. there are more parts to come, I’m not sure how many yet but i’m going to try post regularly! message me if you wanna be tagged and i’m gonna try figure out how to make a masterlist :) 

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The view from your window was beautiful yet haunting. Your eyes roamed over countless wildflowers, yet your stare would linger on a poppy or a Red Admiral butterfly and you were back there. You were tied down and crying, body and brain equally numb until another searing lash stripped your back of flesh, white-hot pain rushing through your body and forcing an involuntary cry to tear from your lips.

You quickly stood, wiping your hands down your skirt in an attempt to quell the memories surfacing, the ones you had desperately tried to supress since you had fallen. You quickly moved, all but running to the bathroom, needing to do something, anything, so long as it got you out of your head. You stopped when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, looking exactly as you felt. The dark circles under your eyes from nights spent with hot tears flowing freely down your cheeks and into your hair and ears made you look ghostly, paired with the dull tone your skin had taken on, losing its natural glow. You looked as empty as you felt, a shell of the person you once were.

Tears welled in your eyes, but you quickly moved away, instead walking to the kitchen, the nausea from not eating overcoming you, yet the thought of eating just made you more nauseous. You found an apple at the bottom of a practically empty fridge and cleaned it softly, then used a blade to cut it into four, forcing it down, repeating the benefits it gave your body as you went, the basic information you had learned in your high school biology class, using the information to push through the sick feeling residing in your stomach, and instead focusing on the energy you desperately needed.

Your gaze drifted to the ajar door that led to your expansive garden, the cottage you lived in itself was small, but your garden was your pride and joy, your power sifting through all the plants in it, bringing them to life in ways of indescribable beauty, nearby animals coming to exist in harmony, safe under the care of their protector. But recently the usual vibrancy of the garden was dimming, the grass turning yellow and the plants wilting. There were no deer napping under bushes and barely any birds taking full advantage of the seed you laid out for them. You pushed past the door and into the garden, the plants brightening as you trailed your hands over their leaves. You found your favourite spot to sit in and dragged your fingers through the grass, smiling despite yourself as it visibly perked up, turning greener instantly. Your gaze trailed to a ruby throated hummingbird that had landed on the special feeder you left out for them, your breath hitching at the red colour, mind instantly returning to the dark, unable to tear your eyes away from the innocent bird.

The first thing you remember seeing was red, red water flowing like blood, red rocks beneath your bent knees, and your skin tinted red from dried blood seeping out of the wounds the chains around your wrists had inflicted on you. You sought to remember where you were, your mind drifting back to how you clung to Annabeth, your stomach aching from what must have been a broken rib, even as she was roughly pulled backwards, even as Percy desperately grabbed her, falling over the edge too, not quite reaching Nico’s shaking hand as he desperately tried to save you. You remembered been torn from their grip during the fall, a Fury hoping for a demi-god it could pick apart, you remember Annabeth screaming they would save you. But you don’t remember landing here, and you don’t remember the chains being attached to your wrists and ankles, or your shirt being removed, a choice you decided couldn’t mean anything good. However, you knew you would never forget the dark chuckle you heard behind you. Or the colour red.  

--

Azriel didn’t know where he was. He knew he wasn’t in his world at least, but that was as far as his knowledge went. He was simply tired after a long mission far away from Velaris and his family and had tried to travel through the shadows to his home. Yet here he was, farther away from home than he had ever been and absolutely exhausted. He stepped out of his shadows and had to blink as the tallest buildings he had ever seen came into view. He absentmindedly took a step forward, then another until he was roughly shoved into, a man with a thick accent he couldn’t place swearing at him. His head whipping around as he got his bearings and moved to follow the direction more people than he could believe were walking until the crowd thinned out.

With less people present he slowed his pace, hands drifting to his pockets when civilians stared, old insecurities that never really left him rising to the surface, and instead took the time to admire the strange world he was in. the fashion in this new world was vastly different to his own, groups of girls congregating in tiny shorts and tight tops, next to groups in which there were girls in all black and boys in skirts. There were men and women dressed sharply talking quickly to no-one in particular, with hands pressed to their ears, there were people in rags begging for money and there were people dressed in ways he couldn’t even fathom to understand. By the time he reached the end of the street he was sure he had seen everything, and walked onto a more recognisable street, one with smaller buildings, unlike the magnificent glass structures, made from stone and wood and with friendlier faces behind stalls filled with food he recognized along with food he had never seen before.

He made his way through the market, losing track of time, the initial anxiety he felt seeping away, if he got here, he could easily return home, right? Instead, he chose to focus on the culture of this new world, determined to tell his family of the wonder he had uncovered, faintly hearing different languages from people’s conversation, and music coming from the open window of what he presumed was a coffee shop. He distantly wondered if they could see his wings, as no-one eyes lingered the way he had grown used to, in fact it seemed they couldn’t look at them, he presumed humans in this world simply had a natural glamour preventing them from seeing fae, that being said however, no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t spot another fae.

Eventually he reached the end of the street and decided he should return home now in order to stop his family from worrying, searching for a shadowed alley so as to not draw to much unwanted attention to himself. He walked to an alley that he decided would do the trick, excited to share this adventure with his family, but stopped short when he came face to face with a girl in a short skirt with incredibly pale skin and fire-like hair leaning over a passed-out man, sucking blood from his neck. She looked up when he approached and he saw that her hair was not just fire-like but literally fire, and her eyes were glowing red, and angry. More alike her then came out of the shadows, he quickly counted six, sighing as he pulled Truth-teller out of its sheath.

Shit. I am not in the mood for this.

--

You strolled through your favourite farmers market in NYC, the colours that filled the stalls always bringing some cheer back into your life, along with the thought of home-made meals and your practically overflowing basket, filled with fruit, vegetables, bread, and other necessities, but not meat, not since the animals started speaking to you when you first arrived at camp, and nothing red, you still couldn’t face that.  

You made a quick stop at your favourite coffee place, opting to get your drink to go, only making polite conversation when you had to, and smiling through any other interaction. You were soon ready to leave, basket and dusty blue corduroy jacket slung over one arm, cup in that hand and your phone that the Hephaestus cabin had adapted in the other, when you heard pained grunts and the cackle of a monster you wished you could just forget already from a nearby alley.

You gave a pained sigh, looking longingly at your coffee before chugging it and throwing the cup in a nearby bin, making your way over to the alley. When you got there, you saw an unnaturally dark alley filled with a gaggle of Empousa surrounding a tall, winged man who was fighting incredibly well but clearly hadn’t gotten the celestial bronze memo, as his blade was defective.

“Long time no see ladies” you said, smirking at the growls that tore from the back of their throats as they tore around to stare at you, recognition in their horrifyingly red eyes. “What no hugs, no happy reunions?”

“You.” The middle one snarled, lunging forward, only to be cut down by the thick, green vine you had grown, intertwined with strands of celestial bronze you kept wrapped around your wrists disguised as thin, looping bracelets, and exploding into dust which you nonchalantly wiped from your shoulder.

“Whose next,” you laughed as three of them leaped at you, two staying behind and keeping the winged man, who had taken to staring at you with an unreadable expression, occupied. You destroyed them quickly enough to see the man falter as one of the Empousa force their talon like nails into his side, twisting it and pulling it out. You rolled your eyes, moving to pick up his slack, wrapping the vine around its neck and pulling until it exploded into the fine dust. The man was on the floor now, clutching his side, as you stalked forward to the final monster.

“You know I really just wanted a chill day,” you complained,

“I remember you,” it hissed, smiling at you with razor sharp teeth.

You fought a shudder and forced the memories down, “I’m glad I made an impression.”

“They want you back you know, we never got to finish playing.”

You snarled and went to move, but it was too fast, and you realised your mistake in waiting too long as it released a piercing cry that must have notified monsters from miles away, “shit,” you muttered under your breath, killing it quickly and moving to the winged man’s side.

“Hey, any chance those wings are good at flying,” you asked, “cause we’re about to be swarmed and I really just wanna get home.” You put his arm over your shoulders and dragged him up, grunting under his weight.

“I-it, poison.” Was all he said, fully leaning on you.

“Shit, okay um,” you racked your brain for an idea, furrowing your brows when you saw monsters start coming around the corner, eyeing you like their favourite toy. The man looked up from beneath his thick, dark hair before cursing and tightening his grip on your shoulder.

“Just hold on,” he said,

“What? Wait no!” you shouted, clinging to his arm as suddenly you were engulfed in darkness, only to suddenly be blinded by bright, hot light, forcing your eyes closed.

When you opened them again, you were on a sandy beach facing an impossibly blue ocean. Your mouth fell open and you turned to ask the man some questions, (or yell at him you were yet to decide) just in time to watch him collapse, falling onto the sand with a soft thud, red blood steadily flowing out of his side, the blood draining from your face at the sight.

Shit.

--

You stared down at the man in disbelief for at least two minutes. He can shadow-travel. Is he a son of Hades? Gods know I don’t need another step sibling. Also, where the fuck am I? Why a beach? Is it LA? I might marry him if it’s LA. A million thoughts raced through your head as you stared at him, guessing that the unnatural darkness you saw before must have come from the shadows you could now see were surrounding him, protecting him from the light and, when you moved closer, you. From what you could see, he was handsome, if not slightly dead looking, thick, dark hair and a lean, muscular build. Wait dead looking? You cursed jumping into action, checking his pulse, relieved when you found it, before moving to his side using the knife you kept tucked into your boot to hack through the leathers he was wearing in order to reveal the gash.

It wasn’t wide but seemed deep as it was gushing dark red blood, you blanched and screwed your eyes shut at the sight, fighting the memories of your own dark red blood. You opened your eyes purposefully not looking at the cut as you used his torn leathers to put pressure on the cut and start dragging him up the beach to an area you could grow the thin vines you would need as makeshift stitches.

--

Azriel woke to an extreme discomfort in his side, in a place he didn’t recognise. He pushed up into a sitting position, wincing at the reminder of his wound, and looked around, finding himself shirtless, surrounded by trees on a sandy floor. A girl was sitting cross-legged, staring- no- glaring at him and he felt himself return a confused expression, vaguely remembering her as the girl that had killed the monsters that he could have sworn were completely invulnerable.  

“What are you?” She asked suddenly, her bluntness taking him by surprise, but before he could answer she continued, “I mean I’m presuming you’re some sort of child of Hades, given you shadow travelled, but I don’t understand what else, cause you’re defo not part human?”

“Hades?” he asked, frowning at the words he didn’t understand.

“Yeah?” she asked slowly, raising her eyebrows at him as if it was something obvious.

He scoffed, “I don’t need to tell you anything.”

“Oh, is that so? No thank you or anything? I mean it’s not like I saved your life and I mean least of all I would expect an apology.” She was rambling as she stared at him in disbelief.

“An apology?”

“Yeah, for getting me stuck here.”

“Where’s here?”

“Fuck if I know,” she threw her hands up in exasperation, “I thought you know, I’ve done enough, I’ll let him find a cure for that poison on his own, I just wanna go home, so I decided lets get my bearings. I’ll find a high place and work out where I am, only to climb to the top of a fucking mountain and realise you got us stuck on a fucking Island!”

He slowly stood, bracing himself on a tree, as she remained sat, levelling him with an unimpressed stare. He shook his head, not needing to babysit this girl, and instead shot up from the ground, flying above the island to see she was in fact correct, there didn’t seem to be land for miles.

Suddenly, a sharp shooting pain went up his right side and he lost control of his balance for a second, all but plummeting to the ground.

“Yeah you shockingly haven’t healed completely yet,” the girl said moving to his side and pushing away his maimed hands from his wound, barely even glancing at the scars, “I have some ideas as to what will cure the poison, but if you want to fly away and leave me to die here, be my guest,” every word was dripping with sarcasm and he fought back a growl at her as she inspected his wound, were he saw he had torn the peculiar, green stitches.

He watched her carefully, not fully trusting her, as she inspected his stitches, furrowing his eyebrows when she significantly paled at the sight of his blood. “What scared of a little blood,” he instantly regretted the biting words when she snarled at him and put more pressure on the wound than was necessary, feeling slightly guilty given she had saved his life, but her attitude was infuriating, and he just wanted a hot bath and food.  

“Okay, so here’s what’s going to happen, I’m going to stitch you back up, and then we’re gonna find a lake or some source of fresh water, you’re going to heal extremely quickly so you can take us back home and you’re not going to give me anymore shit? Kapeesh?” The stare she gave him could’ve rivalled his own in terms of intimidation, but instead of challenging her he just nodded, setting his jaw.

“Good. Now, nice to meet you, I’m (y/n),” she said reaching out a hand,

“Azriel.” Was all he said, meeting her small, soft hands in his rough, scarred ones, the difference in texture astounding him, still not entirely used to touch, and ignored the tightness in his chest when she offered him a cocky smirk.

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mc’s attempted forced engagement

submitted by @manacharlotte​

hello!! thank you for your lovely request, and sincere apologies it took so long for it to be posted :) i think i might be getting back into the swing of things now though ^^;;

sorry it’s so long btw! some of it also became repetitive but, i did my best ^^;;  hope you like it!! enjoy! xoxo

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jaehee

it had been easy for mc to open up to jaehee, likely because their relationship had been based off of strong friendship and respect

also because jaehee was such a quiet person and a great listener

in fact, mc felt they had opened up to the other too soon

however, when they were kidnapped by one of their father’s loyal and unfortunately talented henchmen, jaehee was glad that mc had confided in her about their forced engagement beforehand because otherwise, jaehee wouldn’t have a clue as to where to start looking for mc

she wasn’t surprised that she didn’t even need to convince the other members of the rfa, but what did surprise her was jumin’s investment in finding mc

it made her feel warm that her ex-boss cared about her and her s/o this much despite them having rejected his offers to work for him

with jumin joinining in the search for mc and his many resources which he wasn’t shy to use, they were able to not only track mc’s whereabouts (they were kept locked up in their father’s mansion in a rural setting), but due to 707′s unparalleled research and hacking abilities, they were able to get a lot of info on mc’s father, his business dealings, and family background

707 also went so far as to research all about mc’s fiance and any flaws or shady areas in his family business or background

they all showed up to mc’s father’s mansion, and jumin ensured they did so in style

jaehee was surprised that even v took time out of his busy schedule to join them, and both him and jumin posed as her guardians of sort

with an impressive entourage that included a rising idol, a modern-day prince, a celebrated photographer, and well settled youths, jaehee knew they made heads turn, and she knew she was the envy and desire of many a high-society people

that wasn’t what she was interested in, and she knew neither was mc. however, to sway mc’s father, this was all very important

they were received well enough- rich people had traditions and protocols to stick to after all, if for nothing else then for appearance sake

they weren’t allowed to see mc, and jaehee was seething on the inside, but she kept a calm and professional facade

they were invited to have traditional style tea with mc’s parents, and jumin smartly led the conversation towards business

jaehee, having had more than sufficient experience working with jumin, and then running her own cafe with mc, easily joined the conversation and she could tell how impressed the old man was, although he didn’t outright say anything

mc’s mother on the other hand, looked fondly at jaehee and commented about how smart and experienced jaehee is especially for being so knowledgably at such a young age. jaehee tried not to let it get to her head, but she knew her face was warm

they stayed a week, only seeing mc at dinner time where everyone was to come dressed formally, and mc took every chance to sit next to jaehee and talk to their friends. it warmed jaehee’s heart and also pulled at her heart strings to see that mc had become so lonely in the few days apart that they tried to drag out dinner as much as they could, because as soon as their plate was empty, they were chaperoned back to their room. like a prisoner

it was v and 707 who revealed not only the failing business of mc’s fiance’s family business, but also their overall bad decisions which had led their company to be in debt now. money was the only reason they wanted their son to marry mc

mc’s father was horrified and at first blamed them for trying to ruin his business deal, but v calmly reiterated that even if the wedding happened, only the fiance’s family would benefit from their business and would soon run mc’s father’s business into the ground too

it was 707 who decided to open up about his research into the family business and told mc’s father that his business was struggling too and he needed to be careful with his deals

the engagement was broken off that very day by mc’s father, and they were allowed to at least roam the mansion freely, however, the job wasn’t done

they still ad to convince mc’s father to accept jaehee’s proposal, which they had yet to put forth. mc’s mother overheard some part of their discussion, and she was down for it. she told them a weakness even jumin hadn’t considered yet

just remind him his business, family, and mc would be looked down upon and questions would be raised about the sudden end of the engagement. and remind him that to show their was no weakness on his part, mc needs ot be married off or at least engaged again as soon as possible, she had told them with a knowing smile

they were grateful for the advice and knew what to do after!

touching all his pressure points at the next dinner, where he looked haggard already about the sudden end of a deal which would have sunk his business, jumin put forth jaehee as a candidate for mc to be engaged to

they were expecting for it to take at least a couple days for him to give them a response, so everybody was pleasantly surprised when mc’s father agreed to the proposal by the end of dinner!

jumin

the moment he returned to the penthouse and the staff were in a disarray, his first thought was that elizabeth 3rd had escaped again

he did feel frantic, but not so much as he once would have, assured that his cat wouldn’t have gone too far or for too long

but the moment the butler informed him that mc had left to go get some groceries hours ago and never returned, he heard sirens go off in his hed

he first called 707 to start immediately tracking mc, and secondly called v

he was secure enough in their relationship that he knew what happened to v and rika wasn’t what was happening to him and mc, but he needed his friend’s support

someone had taken mc, and he would find them and make the fools suffer by throwing them in jail

707 had mc’s location within an hour, and the three left immediately

only once on the way did jumin remember to inform jaehee and put her in charge till he returned, feeling some pity for the poor woman because she would be worried too despite being too professional to say anything outright

they tracked mc to a warehouse on their father’s land where mc was being held hostage, according to 707′s deductions probably because they attempted escape again

saying that jumin was livid at the information was an understatement

jumin didn’t waste time in having the warehouse surrounded by his security team and within half an hour, mc’s father came with a team of his own

seeing who it was, mc’s father’s temper immediately calmed down and he became almost jovial with jumin, who remained icy because of the man’s treatment of mc

it was v who turned on his charm, and handled the situation so it wouldn’t get worse

mc’s father invited them for tea to his favourite teahouse, and jumin joined very reluctantly, only after leaving 707 at the warehouse to ensure mc was safe and wel-looked after till he could come back

once at their destination, jumin wasted no time in getting to the point

“break off mc’s engagement with whomever you’ve arranged it. mc and i want to get married, and i want it possible without any... inconveniences,” he said it with a straight face and a controlled tone, trying very hard not to erupt at mc’s father. after all, he would be his father-in-law one day, and mc probably wouldn’t appreciate him disrespecting their father

v just calmly handled the situation as mc’s father spluttered at the sudden declaration and demand

they didn’t have to worry, though- it was clear that out of any bachelor’s mc’s father had been interested in, jumin was on a whole different level and class

jumin, v, and 707 went back home a couple days later, and they took a newly engagement-free mc with them, soon to be engaged to jumin in an extravagant celebration 

saeran

it almost doesn’t come as a surprise when mc vanishes on him- after all, how can good things last for him?

however, he’s been working on getting better, thanks to mc, 707, and even rfa, although he still holds an uncalled for grudge against them

fighting the internal negative-talk playing in his head, saeran immediately contacts 707 about the situation and his suspicion that mc might be in danger, right before putting his own hacking skills to use

it’s just something to fall back on at this point and comforts him to know that saeyoung will be looking out for mc too in case his own emotions get the better of him

he finds the general area mc is being held in, but  leaves 707 to hack mc’s exact location in favor of hacking their mobile and calling them

their phone has been altered and cut off to prevent calls, but saeran is grateful that the idiots left the device with mc so he is still able to hack past those blockers

707 drives them in one of his racecars, going for speed and stealth, while saeran continues to track the signals and try to call mc

mc’s voice on the other end is a bit confused, and also very hoarse. they must have been crying or screaming

he quickly asks mc if they’re okay and who the hell dared to kidnap them.

mc speaks in a hushed tone but he can hear the relief and excitement in their voice as they tell him that in was their father’s men who kidnapped them in order to force them into an arranged marriage

mc also tells him that the place is well guarded from the outside but that they are locked away alone in some sort of dark room as punishment for breaking off the engagement and not agreeing to marry

saeran’s heart breaks but more than that he is pissed. he wants to make mc’s father and fiance’s family suffer, but mc quickly tells him to not hurt their family or parents

“just get me out and away from here... i never want to come back here but i don’t want anyone harmed either”

it makes him smile to hear that mc didn’t even think twice about asking him to come pick them up from wherever they were, saeyoung seems to have heard it and also looks proud

“don’t worry mc! we’ll get you outta there in no time! you just stay put and ready!, he calls out in a loud and carefree tone, but saeran can see the tightness around his eyes from here. good, he thinks. saeyoung is also angry on behalf of mc

they reach just as the sun sets but wait till midnight, when the guards change shifts all over, to break mc out

having been given the exact of the change, and the general locations of guard placement, and the general layout of their family vacation home (because that is where mc figured out they were being held when saeran told them the general area of their location), both brothers break mc out within 15 minutes, and they are on their way out and away before someone even figures out mc is missing

out of a sudden bout of boldness and a mix of adrenaline, saeran proposes to mc on the drive back tot he city in their get-away car, and mc blushes and splutters and agrees even as saeyoung throws his head back and cackles, proud that his twin finally made this decision

saeyoung/707

it honestly took saeyoung a lot later to even notice mc was missing

it wasn’t that he didn’t pay attention to mc or didn’t care, but mc also generally kept to themselves, especially while he was busy doing his regular work

when he finally got done with his work for the day, the first thing saeyoung noticed was the absolute silence

he checked his texts and saw the last thing mc had texted him was a cat video from last night

saeyoung decided to call mc and see where they were at and if they want to have a midnight snack for dinner

when the call wouldn’t connect, he immediately knew something was wrong and started hacking into their device in order to reach out and track, but before that remembered to shoot off a text in the rfa group chat to see if mc was hanging out with one of the members

when the call connected, he was already anxious because tracking the device showed mc was far away at this point

mc’s voice was hesitant and confused on the other end, but saeyoung still sighed in relief because he knew they were unharmed so far

what he wasn’t prepared for was the knowledge that it was mc’s own family’s bodyguards who had tracked and kidnapped them in order to take mc back and continue on with their forced engagement

hearing this, he froze up for a moment- on the one hand, he couldn’t give mc much and if they were married off to this rich fiance, mc would have an easy life and be taken care of

on the other hand, he knew he loved and cherished mc and fully understood that mc loved him back

before he could think about what to do in this situation- to be selfish or ensure mc’s future, mc’s voice broke him out of his stupor: “saeyoung, come get me right away. i can’t do this... especially now that i’ve found you”

they didn’t sound defeated or frightened, instead, he was proud and happy to hear the note of determination in mc’s voice

thanks to mc’s words, his choice was already made for him

he took v to mc’s family home the veyr next day, both of them arriving in style- v having pulled all the stops for the first time to impress someone with his appearance and wealth

it warmed saeyoung’s heart to know that v did it for him!

with an impressive and reliable person like v posing as his guardian, and saeyoung managing to charm mc’s parents thoroughly with his humor, wit, and success at a young age, it was relatively easier than they’d expected to sway mc’s parents and get their blessing for saeyoung to marry mc 

v/jihyun 

the whole fiasco with rika and her past role in v’s life meant that mc found an opening to tell v early on in their relationship about the forced engagement they had run away from

v had been nothing but understanding and supportive, even reassuring mc that if it came down to it, or even if mc just wanted to speak to their family, he would arrange it for them and accompany them

mc was thankful for the gesture but hadn’t wanted to reach out to their family yet, still feeling betrayed by their parents for trying to push them into that relationship

so, he immediately noticed when mc went missing, especially because they had a habit of updating him about their whereabouts when mc and v were  away from each other

immediately employed 707′s help to contact mc as their mobile was being blocked

v, jumin, and 707 were already on the way to where the tracker was showing mc’s current location when 707 managed to connect the call to mc

despite being worried sick, v talked to mc calmly and ensured they were unharmed and in good health 

asked mc if they could stall their parents and the engagement till v got there before mc could tell him what had happened

could feel mc’s instant relief that he understood their position and was on his way to them

when they reached mc’s family manison, they were given vip treatment because of jumin’s status, v’s fame, and seven’s apparent wealth

still, they weren’t able to see mc’s parents till dinner that night, but v did not waste any time

despite mc not being allowed to join them all for dinner, which v assumed was as punishment for running away and not agreeing to the arrangement, v managed to remain civil and pitch his proposal

he straight up confessed to being mc’s lover and wanting to get their parents blessings for marrying mc

their parents were a bit surprised, but didn’t hesitate for long to agree

the four of them left mc’s family mansion a week later, along with the rest of the rfa members, after having just celebrated v’s and mc’s engagement

yoosung

yoosung returned home late, as usual, since he had internship at jumin’s office right after classes

mc was a busy person too but they would always be home when yoosung returned from his internship

he immediately felt something was wrong when he saw all the lights were out and everything seemed untouched

becausse even if mc went out, they would come home from work in order to freshen up before leaving with friends or going out on their own

but there was no sign of them having returned at all

not wanting to panic for no reason, yoosung checked his messages to first see if mc had sent any text telling him they would be coming home late or something

sure enough, there were no texts 

BUT there had been a miscall around 3 hours ago!

now a bit worried, yoosung immediately tried calling them back but the call would’t connect

finally panicking, he did thoughtlessly called his boss in a frantic worry

jumin was less than impressed at having been called at this time of night but he understood yoosung’s situation somewhat. he calmly told yoosung to ask seven to track mc’s phone- if the device was with them, it could still be traced even if it was shut off

yoosung thanked him before calling seven

seven had mc’s location under 10 minutes, but when he told yoosung of the area, he felt a bit shocked and scared

he remembered that was mc’s hometown! if mc was there, then something horrible must have happened to theri family, or there must have been some other emergency!

jumin reluctantly allowed yoosung to take jaehee, because he understood this was a delicate situation and did care for mc as a member of the rfa and a friend. hearing of the situation, zen came along for protection and offering any help

when they reached the location, thanks to seven guiding them through call, they were shocked to see that mc came from considerable wealth

they were allowed inside after they introduced themselves as mc’s friends and they were invited into a fancy sitting area and served tea

jaehee commented that the house seemed pretty tranquil so it probably wasn’t an emergency reason that mc had come here, but that it was odd that they hadn’t come to see them yet

almost as if on cue, mc rushed in just then, breathless and looking a bit wild

yoosung froze up seeing them in such a state, but zen was on his feet immediately and steadied mc

upon seeing the three of them, mc calmed down a bit and took a moment to collect themself

it was jaehee who took mc’s hands and held them between hers till mc stopped shaking

“i thought i’d never see you guys again”

it broke yoosung’s heart to hear mc say that, their voice hoarse as if they’d been screaming or crying

then it hit him. “you mean you didn’t come here on your own mc?!”

mc flinched and jaehee told him to lower his volume just as zen grabbed his shoulder in support and warning

mc composed themself and shook their head. after looking about to make sure nobody else was there, they leaned forward and whispered that their family had basically kidnapped them to continue the engagement they had run away from

zen offered to break them out of there, but yoosung was looking livid

before mc could reply, yoosung spoke up instead, “hey, zen? hold that offer”

he got up and headed for the sitting room’s entrance, when jaehee asked him where he was going

“to talk to mc’s parents. if they reject my proposal, we’ll break mc out”

zen laughed, feeling immense pride at yoosung taking such a stance, and jaehee was pleasantly surprised

mc watched yoosung walk out, feeling proud and a bit bad because they knew that the four of them would have to make a run for it after all. but it warmed their heart to see yoosung ready to confront their parents for mc’s sake

zen/hyun

zen and mc had taken the rare opportunity for privacy to spend time together

they went out for a pleasant stroll on a pleasantly chilly evening 

they’d actually been about to go home after a lovely night out and were nearing zen’s bike when it happened

they were surrounded and mc dragged away from him

despite being outnumbered, zen got a few hits in, and received the end of a punch, but that didn’t stop him

he was on his bike and chased them to the outskirts of the city, but hsi bike soon ran out of gas and the van drove off with mc trapped inside

he felt frustrated and heartbroken wanted to scream as he picked up mc’s cracked cell phone from the ground

but before anything, he called seven

he couldn’t get used to technology easily and so he normally didn’t like it too much, but he was grateful for seven being on their team especially now

since zen was used to memorizing lines for his roles, he had actually managed to memorize the number plate of the car even in the relative darkness

he gave all that information, trusting that seven would find them, and moved the the side of the road in hopes of an empty taxi

seven told him it was bets to come back, regroup and then leave, but zen wasn’t having it

so, he was pleasantly surprised when seven drove up to him in less than half an hour, with yoosung in tow

“you’re so troublesome you know that?” he said, but zen could tell he didn’t mean it

yoosing was just frantic for mc’s safety and informed zen than jumin was sending a security team to go with them

ever since mc had come into his life, zen had managed to mostly smooth things out with jumin, because mc was also friends with jumin. although he sometimes still thought the man was a jerk.

it wasnice to know that he cared for mc too and sent security

seven moved to the backseat of his car and told zen that he would drive, “since i’ll be tracking those kidnapper’s van” he explained

sure enough, the promised security guards arrived in a black minivan just as zen got into the driver’s seat

they reached the mansion mc was being held hostage at just as the sun started to rise. it was massive, but zen was occupied with thoughts of how he’d mess up the face of whoever plotted this right after he had mc safe and sound with him

seven let out a low whistle before dropping another bomb on them- “this is actually the place mc grew up in!”

zen blanched just as yoonsung exclaimed “but what kind of kidnappers bring you to your house?!”

knowing mc wasn’t really on good terms with their family for some time, zen didn’t feel completely relaxed yet, “let’s find out”

the three of them emerged, immediately flanked by jumin’s security team

they were immediately approached by a stern looking man dressed in a black suit, asking who they were and what was their business there

seven reacted with his usual lack of tact (which surprisingly always worked) and claimed that they should be ecstatic that a famous star was visiting them

although zen appreciated what seven was doing, he didn’t have patience right now. he needed to make sure mc was alright. but before he could demand anything, he felt a sharp pain in his leg and looked down to see yoosung pinching his thigh without even looking at him

by then, the man looked the three of them up and down, his gaze lingering on zen, before taking in the security detail

he let them through, noticing that they were probably important people, and a butler opened the mansion doors before they could even knock, welcoming them inside

they were given vip treatment, and allowed to keep a guard each with them

they were allowed to freshen up before being taken to meet the head of the household, who they knew now would be mc’s father

the man immediately recognized zen, and was further impressed by their obvious wealth and status considering the cars they had arrived in and the security they had brought with them 

after chatting with them for a bit, during which zen barely held himself back from demanding mc’s whereabouts, the father asked them, “i am confused as to what business fine, accomplished young men like you came here for” 

not being able to wait any longer, zen spoke before seven or yoosung could, “we’re here to get mc”. when mc’s father simply raised a brow, zen continued, “i’m going to marry mc. and i was quite upset when they were kidnapped on our date”

“hm? i did hear the man with mc put up quite a fight”

zen could feel poor yoosung sweating bullets by the now since the turn of the conversation, but he could also feel seven’s resolve from next to him.

“where are you holding mc? they better be unharmed.”

the man scoffed, “i would never harm my child. or let them harm themself,” he added with a look aimed at zen

instead of responding to the jab, zen grit his teeth “i will never let you take away mc’s choice. i won’t let you do this to them”

if the words had any effect on the man, they couldn’t tell, 

but the moment he was about to press a button, seven caught him. “if you do that, i will leak all your business weaknesses to your rivals,” he said brightly

zen almost laughed at the man’s face changing colours

before the situation could escalate further, he decided to take a slightly different route- after all, he wanted to be a partner mc could be proud of and make sure he didn’t burn any bridges with mc’s family

“listen. you’re mc’s father. i don’t want to cause you any harm. and if your information gets leaked, it will be hell for you. i actually want to do this peacefully. when mc was first taken, i feared the worst! i was ready to do anything. that still hasn’t changed. i’m not leaving without seeing mc. and if they want to go home with me, i’ll do everything to make that happen”

in the end, zen didn’t know if it was because he was impressed by zen’s earnestness and devotion to mc, or because he believed mc would listen to him, but mc’s father did allow the three of them to meet them

mc hugged him so fiercely that for a moment he forgot everything else. but then he was reminded that mc had missed him and longed for him just as much as he had missed them

after checking for their physical wellness and making sure they hadn’t been crying too much, he asked mc if they wanted to go home

he honestly thought mc’s father would throw a fit or start some drama, but the man actually allowed them to go, even if he looked reluctant

it was a week later, when zen and mc were curled up on their couch back at home, that mc got a text from their father saying that he would like to take care of the expenses for their engagement and that he hoped they had better times ahead