#Translation: In part. But also I felt you deserved a...

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DCxDP Fanfic idea: The Cousin

Clark had always known that Krypton was an entire planet with more than just a few cities scattered about, but it was a very distant knowledge that he grew up with.

Yes, it was sad that he was among the few Kyptonians left in the universe, but Clark has always considered himself human before anything else. He was Jonathan Kent and Martha Kent's son long before he learned of his identity as Kal-El.

It made him feel guilty that he preferred being Clark Kent to Kal-El, but it was the honest truth, as mean as it was.

Kara had once accused him of not understanding what it mean to have lost their home planet like she did. She often pointed out that his Kryptonese sounded like someone who had learned it as a second language. She also claimed that he was only pretending to be Kryptonian in another argument, and the worst was when she stated he wasn't Kryptonian enough. She raged because she was mourning the loss of her planet and people, and lashing out at him was easier.

He knew that, but it still stung, though not in the way she wanted. It stung because of the guilt: He agreed that he was prouder to be considered an Earthling than a Kryptonian.

He couldn't help that English rested more comfortably on his tongue or the scents of Earth's food were far more appetizing than the meals Kara made (As close to her family's recipes as she could. There were some spices Earth similarly couldn't substitute)

His rocket ship was his parents' attempt to stuff as much of their culture as they could into it before their people were wiped out. He tried hard to learn everything they managed to save, but he didn't connect to it as strongly as he did in history class listening to the USA's humble beginnings.

He felt guilty about that, too.

When they found Kon-El, he let Kara give him a name, only to later discover what Kon in Kryptonian meant. By that point, the clone had built an entire identity out of the name, and seeing his cousin's smug smirk made his insides turn.

He didn't like the clone, but he didn't think the boy deserved that. Though Clark should have done something, eventually, he would help rebrand the name, shifting the translation of the more modern (or it was before Kypton was no more) to an older Kryptonian one. Although Kara acted like he was destroying more of their culture, Clark felt it was better this way.

It was a struggle to be trapped between two worlds, but Clark knew which one he would choose every single time.

Then Bruce found the boy.

As usual, Bruce kept an eye on all major powers, including up-and-coming heroes. He first gained wind of the young hero in Amity Park from a young Wes Weston, who posted daily about Phantom. Since Phantom seemed to fall under the jurisdiction of the Justice League Dark, Clark didn't pay much attention to him.

Bruce had eyes on the young hero and had sent Robin to offer training and support, but the boy seemed much more interested in staying in his own part of the world and fighting the dead. Clark could respect that.

All heroes had an area that was undoubtedly theirs, and Phantom picked the most haunted place in the country to protect. It made sense. Months went by with Bruce occasionally bringing up the boy in meetings, to either update them on his work or praise the child for his missions in that weird, emotionless way Bruce talked as Batman.

Then, one day, Kara barged into the meeting, about to argue for her right to join the Justice League, when her eyes landed on the hologram of Phantom, which was frozen in place. Her mouth opened and closed, eyes wide, before she blurted out, "You found someone from the house of Lor-Van!?"

"What?" Clark sat up, recognizing his mother's maiden name.

"Look at his chest! That's the Lor-Van symbol!" Kara screeched, hope starting to bloom in her eyes. "He's your cousin, Kal. Likely from your mother's young brother! I heard he was attempting to make a rocket on the other side of Kypton, but I never knew if he was successful....but he must have! He has your mother's eyes!"

Clark feels like someone kicked him in the chest. His voice cracks as he asks, "There were other refugees from Kypton?"

Whatever glee was on Kara's face died a painful death as she turned away, hiding her tears. "Not everyone believed Uncle Jor, but not everyone thinks he was lying. They just didn't make it."

The silence in the meeting hall is heavy. Clark is only half aware of his teammates shooting unsure glances between the two aliens until Bruce clears his throat. "If Phantom is truly of house Lor-Van, I think it's time to approach him again, especially since he's a ghost. Anyone with magic can take control of him."

"Oh," Kara's voice is small. "He didn't make it either."

Clark leaps to drag Kara into a hug. She goes willingly, but doesn't hug back as she stays stiff as a board, hiding her face in his chest. "He should have been your age. Makes sense why he's still a teenager."

He doesn't know what to say to make her feel better. Nothing will feel better when you lose your entire world.

"We could go meet him, " he offers instead. Clark feels Kara move her head against his chest in one brisk nod, but it's enough for him to excuse himself from the rest of the League. They wave away his apology, offering to come with them for moral support, but Clark feels it's something he and Kara should be able to handle on their own.

She's crying on her way back to Earth, aiming for the part of the planet that houses Amity Park. Clark could have just had the Zeta beams from the Watch Tower, but he felt a flight would have done her some good.

"I don't know why I'm sad," She laughs wetly. "It's not like he's my cousin. He's a cousin of a cousin. I just thought...."

"I know," he tells her, pretending not to see the flooding tears behind her. Maybe we can find out what happened to him."

Maybe he was raised on Earth before his early death. Maybe Phantom is like me. Clark says, but he hopes. Even if it were a ghost, it would be nice to have someone understand.

The two Supers don't say anything else as they re-enter Earth's skies, and they can spot a ain't green glowing monster fighting against another smaller white glowing figure on the horizon.

[brawberryz]

touch me i scream

Batfam Yan! × Elizabeth Afton!Reader

《Platonic》

Note: English is not my first language, sorry if there is any translation error / I don't know if this could be considered "neglected" reader since the negligence is only on Bruce's part, so maybe)? / FNAF AU! / M.list

Tw: child neglect, abuse, child murder, murder, maltreatment, yandere behaviors , self-harm, brief mention of suicide, isolation, knife use, toxic relationships, domestic violence, brief mention of drugs, psychological abuse, manipulation, dark themes

Weird

That's how you could consider your life, it was quite strange and boring, you always spent your time at home

Summer vacation had started and all you could do was stay home

You didn't have any friends, you only had your brothers

Your life was quite lonely, the only one you trusted too much was Damian

But these last few months he was behaving in a strange way, he had dark circles under his eyes and he never slept

The only times he did was for a short time, he seemed scared most of the time

Every time you got up in the early morning to drink water you found him crying on the floor of his room

He said he saw monsters, terrifying versions of the animatronics your father built

Those nights you used to accompany him so he could sleep but even so his paranoia didn't stop

A lot of blame was also because of Jason, he kept scaring Damian with that stupid foxy mask

You had tried to defend him but still Jason never he stopped

He always found a way to scare Damian

Richard had been the only one who managed to stop Jason's pranks

He was the older brother, he was hardly ever home before because he spent his time with his friends or at university

But since your mother disappeared he had to take care of all of you, he had to be a mother and father at the same time

Because he knew that Bruce didn't care about any of his children, sometimes you wished you could get away from here

Escape far away from this stupid "home", it stopped being considered home years ago

Your "father" who didn't even deserve to be called that, was an idiot and violent

At night you could hear your mother crying, she always fought with Bruce

It was normal for them to fight, and your father didn't mind hitting or insulting your mother

Richard tried many times to defend your mother from Bruce But the only thing he earned was a hit

You didn't understand why your mother She never fought back, she just accepted the blows and insults

But one night, you couldn't sleep because of the screams in the kitchen, they were fighting again

You slowly got out of bed to go spy, you wanted to know what was going on

It was a little weird that your parents were fighting at this time of night, you got a little closer to the door

Not enough, but you could barely see anything

The last thing you could hear was your mother screaming as she begged Bruce not to do it

You ran scared to your room, you could barely process what you saw

Your mother's screams and pleas were still in your head since that day

You hated yourself for never being able to tell what you saw

But your fear of ending up the same way as your mother prevented you from doing so

That day you realized what kind of monster your father was

You hated him so much, too much

You hated having to Seeing his face every day, you hated him touching you or just giving you a hug

You felt like gagging just thinking about him, he was the most reprehensible human being ever

And you hated him more for what he had done to Tim

Tim was your father's assistant, he used to work at the pizzeria with him

He also used to be a security guard at night

You could consider him a friend Even though he was much older than you

Sometimes you used to accompany your father to work and those days you took the opportunity to go talk to him

When you went back to accompany your father to work you looked for Tim all over the pizzeria, then your father told you that Tim had decided to quit

You frowned, you knew he was lying

He always lied, you just nodded pretending that you understood

Until one time your father asked you to take out the trash at the pizzeria, he said it would be good if you were useful for something

You just accepted it, a little offended by his comment. As you walked out the back door and put the trash in the bin, you saw something strange in a bag.

A little disgusted, you put your hand inside the trash and pulled out an identification plate.

But it wasn't just any old one, it was Tim's.

It had some dried blood stains, the blood didn't look old, it still had that red color.

You swallowed nervously and you felt like gagging. You fell to the rough ground and small tears fell from your eyes.

Someone you cared about had disappeared again and you couldn't do anything, absolutely nothing.

After that day, the streets of your neighborhood were full of "wanted" posters with Tim's face.

His parents were devastated by the disappearance of their son. He was so young and had a secure future.

Your father gave his condolences to Tim's parents.

What a hypocrite.

That was the only thing your head could think. Maybe you were just a little girl. but you understood much more than others would think

I hate you, Bruce Wayne

_

You officially hated this family

From one day to the next your brothers started acting weird, a few days ago you met a boy

They were the same age and he was your first friend in a long time

But as soon as they found out you made a friend they went crazy

Richard didn't let you go out alone anymore, and he sent Jason to keep a close eye on you

You could barely get close to your new friend without Jason giving you a murderous look

And because of that you had lost a friend, he was the first one you had

And he was gone, then you had a talk with Richard

He tried to justify himself saying that that boy wasn't a good influence

Why do you need friends when you have your brothers? They are much better than anyone you could ever meet

Also Damian had been clinging to you too much, his paranoia was multiplied by a thousand

You thought that this paranoia was because of those "pills" that your father gave him

You knew that they were not sleeping pills, those pills made him hallucinate

Bruce wanted to destroy each one of his children, and then he was going to rebuild them the way he wanted

Who would think that you would be his next victim, too bad things didn't go as well as he thought

_

Your father's new pizzeria had opened to the public, "Sister location"

This time he opened the pizzeria without Clark's help, the two of them used to be best friends

Bruce and Clark opened the first pizzeria together, but since the death of Jon his son everything had changed for him

He had fallen into great guilt and depression

The death of his son and the unexpected divorce with his wife had left him in a bad state

He had decided to withdraw from the project

Leaving Bruce alone, and it was something that didn't bother him either

He had gotten what he wanted, he had already gotten Clark and his stupid morals out of his way

Your plan was almost complete, he had justice on his side

He had made sure that not a single policeman suspected him, you could say that he was about to commit a perfect crime

_

You found yourself crying on the floor, your cheek hurt from your father's blow

You had decided to enter your father's study without permission and spilled coffee on his plans

Bruce had become furious, you tried to apologize but it only made his anger grow

"Can't you do something right!?"

You could only look down as more tears fell from your eyes

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it, it was an accident..."

Bruce sighed angrily before forcibly lifting you off the ground and telling you to get out of his studio

You just nodded scared, running out the metal door

You hated this, sometimes you just wished you could die

You didn't want to be here, you wanted this to be over once and for all

_

You walked through the aisles of the pizzeria, your cheek still hurt

Your tears had dried but your hate and sadness were still there

Your body stopped as soon as you saw Baby

The animatronic that your father had made for you, one day you gave him a drawing and he used that as inspiration

That day you were so happy, for the first time you had felt your father's love

Too bad this was a trap disguised as a gift

You entered the shameless room where the animatronic was

It seemed strange to you that it was separated from the other animatronics

As soon as the animatronic detected you, its eyes sparkled

"Baby..."

The animatronic's name came out of your lips, your eyes sparkled with happiness

After a long time you could finally see it

The animatronic's stomach opened surprising you

A small ice cream came out of it, it was your favorite flavor

You thought that your father had made it just for you

You approached slowly, your arm getting close to the ice cream

You could barely react when the claw pierced you and threw you towards the animatronic

A scream of pain was heard throughout the room, you felt your ribs breaking and your organs being crushed by the claw

The last thing you felt was your bones being destroyed as you completely entered the stomach of the animatronic

The animatronic barely caught your body inside its stomach when it turned off, her task had been completed

The only thing left in this bloody scene was the blood on the floor and the stomach of the animatronic

That day the innocence of another child had been snatched away by Bruce Wayne's claws

And this time the victim was his daughter

A small tinkling in the eyes of the animatronic illuminated the empty and dark room, they had changed color

The same color as your eyes

_

Bruce had gone to He checked the animatronics, he thought they had completed their mission

He was very surprised when he found your body crushed between the wires of baby

At that moment something changed inside him, you weren't supposed to end up like this

If one of your brothers had ended up like this he wouldn't care much, but you?

Yes, he was a horrible father but there was a part of him that cared about you

But he also discovered something, remnant

Your body had produced that

Also your soul had merged with the animatronic, it was something he realized when he saw baby's eyes

That day he had fallen further into imminent madness

But everything has its end

_

Richard sighed tiredly as he parked his car in front of the "Sister location" store

It had been a year since everything happened

Too bad your death wasn't the only incident that happened in the family

Since your death Richard began to neglect his other brothers, guilt consumed him and he had no one to vent to

Also the jokes had increased on Jason's part, and he had begun to take it out on Damian

And his jokes began to become more dangerous

until one day on Damian's birthday Jason decided to play one last joke on him

He decided to put him inside the mouth of one of the animatronics, too bad not everything went well

The animatronic's jaw ended up crushing Damian's skull while he asked Jason to get him out of there

That had marked Jason forever, he had fallen into a deep depression

Your death and Damian's death filled him with guilt, he had killed one of his

He was a murderer

After a time of depression and self-harm Richard found him hanging in his room

Richard's mental state began to worsen, it seemed as if the world was against him

His life was full of misfortunes

The only thing that kept him afloat was a little voice in his head that told him not to give up

It sounded just like you

Then Bruce decided to disappear by moving somewhere and only leaving a farewell note

From time to time he sent Richard money but he had to work so as not to end up on the street

Because Bruce cared very little about his safety

Until one day Bruce called him, told him to go to sister location

He was going to refuse until Bruce confessed everything to Richard

You were there, or well

Your body was there, he told him that you died because of an animatronic and that your soul and body were there

And the only way to Freeing you was going back there, that was the only thing Bruce needed to tell Richard before he grabbed all his things to go to that abandoned pizzeria

He sighed nervously as he approached the pizzeria, he had lost you years ago

And the guilt continued to eat away at him

But this time he had another chance and he had to do whatever it took to free you from that hell

But it was just a trap, a trap disguised as hope and sweet lies

Your soul had been corrupted and the only thing left was hate and resentment

Resentment for the hate of the man who did this to you, the purple man

I hate you Bruce Wayne

But this time I will have my revenge, we will have our revenge

I am not afraid of you anymore, not anymore

reuploaded because for some reason tumblr deleted it lol

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training wheels | k.h.j

pairing : Professor!Hongjoong x innocent!reader ft!Wooyoung

♡₊˚( wrote this listening to ‘training wheels’ by Melanie Martinez)

summary: Too innocent for your own good, your professor's little hidden crush only grows the more he could spend time with you. You were so pure before his eyes. A sweet young woman who deserves the sweetest kind of love but still had trouble in paradise with her boyfriend…but he’ll be there for you. After all, he only wants what’s best for you and to protect you.

wc: 10.7k

cw: University AU, smut, coquette-ish fem!innocent reader, virgin reader, slightly older Hongjoong, manipulation, obsessive stalker-ish behavior, yandere behavior, corruption kink, cheating , frat boy behavior from Maknae line, oral!male receiving, there'll be more spice in the next part

REMINDER : my works do not represent the irl members in any way, this is purely a work of FICTION.

a/n: hello so it’s been awhile and this has been cooling in my drafts for so long. Special thanks to @songmingisthighs for helping me whenever I’m stuck with writing and for being one of my favourite persons on this app 😭i wanted to write something that isn’t apart of the Sway With Me universe just for a change and a breather ( I hope you guys don’t mind that). I just wanted to write.

- this is will be a two part series!

READ CONTENT WARNING BEFORE READING!

DO NOT REPOST, TRANSLATE, PLAGIARISE, OR OTHERWISE REPURPOSE ANY OF MY WORK HERE. I DO NOT NOR WILL ALLOW IT.

Note: Hongjoong is a couple years older but he’s still young for a professor. Maknae Line is in their last year of Uni and is part of the University’s Varsity baseball team.Y /N is innocent ( smh). Kinda coquettish vibes but yuh, sweet girl.

The rain storming outside made anxiety bubble in your chest as you clutched your laptop bag and books tight. You glanced at your phone, the bright red bar of the little battery icon glaring at you. That just made your situation even worse and it didn’t help that the last message you saw was the reason you were stranded here in the first place.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart. The team meeting is going overtime tonight. Get home safe. Please message me when you’re home.”

You waited for him. You should be angry at him but instead, you were only heartbroken and sad that he didn’t keep his word. You were frustrated that you couldn’t even hate him the slightest bit for forgetting to pick you up and the sudden downpour was just the cherry on top.

“Ms. L/N, is that you?”

That voice. That familiar tone that you heard every Monday and Wednesday from 8 am til 10 am. The voice that made your Art Appreciation lecture so interesting that you’re excited to come early every morning to learn sounded from behind you.

You turned around and quickly bowed your head in his direction out of respect.

“Mr.Kim.”

The young professor frowned at your presence.

“It is you. What are you still doing here?” He asked, extending his arm a bit to glance at his silver watch. “It’s almost 11 pm.”

“I-It started raining…” was all you could say. You couldn’t nor want to admit to your university professor the real reason why you were stranded on campus.

“Indeed…,” he gently grasped your arm and pulled you into the covered shade of the hall. “Do you need a ride home, Ms. L/N? I was just about to leave and go home but I can drop you off at the nearest bus stop or if you’d like, your home.”

His offer made your heart melt. Mr. Kim Hongjoong has always been so kind and sweet to his students. He has always shown such care and patience to their studies and well-being, and as the many girls in your classroom would whisper amongst each other, he was also very handsome. Which was a fact everyone in the whole campus knew.

“I don’t want to be of a hassle to you, Sir. I can wait for the rain to stop.” You tried to kindly turn down his offer, not wanting to bother him but also you felt it was inappropriate for a student to be in any proximity to a professor alone.

“Ms. L/N, it’s late and the rain doesn’t look like it’s going to stop anytime soon. I assure you it is not a bother to take you home. I’ll be worried if I just left you here.”

He was right. Both about the rain and the time, and you’re never out this late. Well at least not alone and it made you antsy. Mr. Kim looked at you with so much care in dark brown eyes that it felt impossible to say no to his kind offer.

“O-okay.”

And that’s how you found yourself in the passenger seat of your professor's fancy car.

You looked around subtly observing the luxurious interior of the vehicle. It smelled like new leather and Mr. Kim’s cologne. Your phone buzzed breaking your little observation as Mr. Kim typed in the location of your apartment into his phone GPS.

“Baby? Are you home? Please let me know.” The text message notification shone brightly.

You let out a little sigh.

Hongjoong couldn’t help but notice your rather wilted demeanor. He looked over you in the corner of his eye as he started the car. Little did you know, he was admiring your look today. You didn’t have class with him on Fridays so seeing today was rather…refreshing. Baby pink always looked so pretty on you, he thought to himself. Your blouse almost had a ballet-like aesthetic to it, it wrapped around your torso so elegantly and gently accentuated your curves. It was matched with a very pretty flowy white skirt that wasn’t too short nor too long, and there was a thin pink ribbon in your hair, the finishing touch to your very sweet ensemble. You always dressed so cute.

“Are you okay, Ms. L/N?” He asked his voice so calm and gentle that it calmed your silent frustration.

“Not really…” you muttered your gaze down at the hem of your skirt, your books, and your laptop sleeve on your lap.

The defeated expression you wore made the older man’s heartache for you. He didn’t like to see you like this. You were like a ray of gentle sunshine whenever you entered his classroom, a doe in a beautiful blooming field of flowers that radiated warmth that made anyone and everyone around you comfortable and calm. It was odd to see you like this.

“If you want to talk about it I’m all ears,” he offered with a smile, reaching behind the head of your passenger seat and glancing behind as he reversed up his car from the parking lot.

Your heart raced at the gesture. You didn’t know what about it was making you feel all flustered and small. His kind words and warm tone made it hard to keep your emotions in. Maybe you can just tell him…a little bit.

“I waited for my boyfriend to pick me up…but he didn’t come.” You murmured, heart aching as you said those words.

Hongjoong’s heart dropped, and he raised a brow at what you just said. Your boyfriend didn’t show up?

“I know I shouldn’t be so upset…it’s just he promised. I understand he has obligations to his team…I just feel like he forgot about me.”

Your sweet voice was so small. Hongjoong wanted nothing more than to soothe you and reassure you. Underneath all of that, he was bubbling with irritation. He kept a softened and caring expression on his face as he listened to you, gripping the stirring wheel to hide his annoyance.

“I-I’m sorry to hear that,” he said so sympathetically. “You’re such a sweet girl to be so understanding of your boyfriend. If I remember correctly your boyfriend is…”

“Wooyoung.” You whispered his name, your lips between your teeth as you tried to hold back your disappointed tears and hurt.

Hongjoong’s jaw tightened.

Right.

Jung Wooyoung.

“Ah…yes. The university’s baseball star.” He was also a student in one of his classes. A heartthrob along with his best friend and Baseball Vice Captain, Choi San.

“I’ll feel better when I get home and sleep it off.” You didn’t want to talk about him forgetting to pick you up any longer.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Ms. L/N, how long have you been together?” He asked, hoping his question was not so out of the blue as he continued to drive.

“Almost three months now, Mr. Kim.” You replied, the idea of being with Wooyoung for so long making you a little happy despite tonight’s disappointment.

Lucky bastard. “Oh, that’s very recent.”

“I know…but he’s very sweet to me. He takes care of me and he really makes me happy.” You listed the good things that always made your heart flutter. Your sweet loving boyfriend who had pursued you and never pushed for anything you weren’t ready for. If you were to describe your relationship with Wooyoung, it was like the love you see in the movies.

“That’s good to hear. You’re one of my sweetest students and I’d be worried if you weren’t happy,” Hongjoong smiled, earning the reaction he wanted and expected from someone as innocent as you.

Your pretty eyes widened at his words and you looked even shyer. He wondered if that’s why your boyfriend was attracted to you.

You didn’t know what to say but there was a small smile on your face when he called you one of his sweetest students.

“Thank you, sir.”

Sir.

Hongjoong’s night was getting better than he could ever imagine. First, the surprise of seeing you still on campus alone as he left, then you accepting his offer to drive you home, and now, Sir? For a long time, he loved how that name slipped from your pretty glossed lips.

“I’m sure your boyfriend feels really guilty about not having shown up. Sometimes these things happen.” Hongjoong tried to reassure you, not really wanting to defend the University senior you were seeing but he needed to say what you wanted or needed to hear.

You take his words as it is. He was older than you so he knew about these things more than you. He was wiser. He was right, these things do happen. Wooyoung did apologize too. So maybe it’s not as bad as you were making it out to be.

Hongjoong noticed how you sat up a little, no longer sulking so cutely in the passenger seat. He smirked a little to himself, his eyes on the road. Did you trust his words that much? Was that how much power he had over you?

You were too innocent it concerned him.

You were truly a doe in a field of flowers. So pretty and so completely oblivious to the wolves hiding in the tall grass. He was sure your boyfriend was one of them and that he too had a deep dark desire for your innocence.

“Is this your place?” He pulled up outside an apartment complex, people passing by in the street as he looked up at the building observing it.

“Yes, it is!” You chirped, happy that you were able to get home safely and it was all thanks to your kind and sweet professor. “Thank you so much, Mr. Kim. I really appreciate it. I really cannot thank you enough…and talking to you made me feel better. I’m really lucky that you were here tonight.”

Hongjoong smiled, holding back from reaching over to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. He didn’t want to scare you away.

“If you ever find yourself in any kind of trouble, Ms. L/N, you can come to me okay? Here,” he reached into his pocket, getting his card but writing down his personal phone number in the back of it before holding it your way.

Like he expected you didn’t think much of it, what a sweet girl.

“Mr. Kim you’re so kind.” You took the pretty name card with his phone number in the back. “I don’t get into trouble but I appreciate this. Thank you.”

“Let me help you get inside, okay?” He got out of his car with an umbrella, going over to your side to open the passenger seat door and to hold the umbrella over you and him so that he could escort you to your apartment lobby.

You stepped out of the car and blushed when you felt his arm wrap around your shoulders to gently guide you to the sidewalk and your apartment lobby. He made sure you were dry and safe and also took note of how an access card is needed to get in. He was glad you lived somewhere so safe.

You thanked him again, unable to look him in the eyes because the warm smile on his face was making your heart flutter.

“Now I can go home without worrying if you got back safe,” he lightheartedly teased, making you giggle. He was such a kind person. “Take care of yourself, Ms. L/N. I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Enjoy your weekend, Sir.” You bowed your head respectfully, appreciating how handsome he was in his coat and suit. It made him look like a character from the dramas you see on television.

Monday rolled around quicker than you thought while Hongjoong found the weekend went by agonizingly slow. As he set up his laptop in the lecture hall as other students filed in, he couldn’t help but anticipate your arrival. He kindly smiled and greeted the students who had the energy to wish him a good morning, he even kept glancing at your seat that was still empty.

Were you not well? Did you catch a cold over the weekend from the rain on Friday night?

“You really didn’t have to walk me, Woo.”

Your gentle soft voice made the professor perk up and his heart race a little. Subtly, he glanced at the door, more students entering but behind them in the hall was you.

“Hey, I still feel guilty about not having picked you up on Friday. I’m gonna make it up to you.” Wooyoung placed his hand on your waist, feeling the soft fabric of your skirt. “You’re too nice if you’re just gonna let me off the hook. I’m gonna be extra attentive, okay baby?”

Hongjoong narrowed his eyes at the young dark-haired boy, his varsity jacket telling everyone that passed who he was and the status he had in the university. He zeroed in on the hand on your waist, Wooyoung’s thumb caressing you gently and his fingers even playing with the cute ribbons on your skirt.

“O-okay,” you blushed, trying to fight back the giddy smile that was forming on your face.

Wooyoung grinned at your response and glanced left and right before pulling you closer til you were pressed against him. Your wide eyes looked up at him in surprise and you got your body tingling when both his hands rested on your waist.

Your fluster only made your handsome boyfriend grin even more with that twinkle in his eyes that always made you feel special.

“You have a nice day, okay?” He whispered and before you could respond, without a care in the world and with no shame if any other student passing would see, he leaned down and kissed your glossed lips.

Heat bloomed in your cheeks. This was different from the soft pecks and quick kisses he’d give, these were the kisses you liked from him. The deep ones that made your head feel all hazy. The one that made heat pool in your lower belly.

Wooyoung pulled back and pressed another kiss on your forehead. “I’ll see you for lunch.”

“O-okay.” You murmured, feeling everyone’s curious eyes on both of you and wanting to remain hidden by Wooyoung’s form.

Wooyoung smiled and then licked his lips. “Oh? Strawberry?”

The mention of your flavored lip gloss made you look up at him, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

“You’re gonna have me craving you all morning, baby.” He dramatically placed a hand over his chest. “How will I ever survive? One more.” He tried to go for another kiss and you squealed as he pulled you back.

“Woo, I have class!”

“But strawberry!” He pouted as he kept you in his embrace, some students rolling their eyes at the two of you and some finding the two of you cute and amusing. Wooyoung’s teammates from down the hall caught wind of the two of you and hooted.

“Sorry to interrupt but I’ll be starting my lecture soon.”

The voice of Mr. Kim made your eyes widen as embarrassment made you want to hide from his gaze.

“Oh, Mr. Kim,” Wooyoung spoke his professor's name with no shame of getting caught being affectionate with his girlfriend. “Morning!”

Hongjoong could only manage a nod to his greeting before turning to you, still in your boyfriend’s hold and unable to look him in the eyes.

“Ms. L/N, class starts in five minutes.” He spoke sternly, his tone making your lips form a small pout.

The way you reacted to him made the older man before you swoon. God, you were too cute.

“Yes, sir.”

There it was again. The way you said ‘sir’ all defeated and cute.

“Sorry, Mr. Kim.” Wooyoung apologized. “My bad.” He removed his varsity jacket and draped it over your shoulders before kissing your cheek. “I’ll see you at lunch, baby.”

Then Wooyoung sauntered away with a swing in his step and his bag over one shoulder, on his way to his respective class.

“Sorry, Mr. Kim.” You murmured, keeping your gaze down and hugging your books to your chest as you went inside the room along with the last few students who arrived.

Hongjoong watched as you made your way to your seat. Your pretty skirt swayed with each step and he wondered if skirts made up most of your wardrobe. It must be such a delight for your boyfriend.

Loosening the grip he had on his pen as he watched the whole interaction between you and Wooyoung, he smiled at his students. What mattered the most to him was you were safe. You were here and you were safe and well. Never mind the fact that you and your boyfriend easily made up from Friday night’s incident.

You were here.

The lecture was an enjoyable one not only for the students but him as well. As he discussed the significance of art during the Roman Empire, his students were all hooked in with his explanations and discussions, and even he got carried away excitedly with every question and topic.

“Mr. Kim is so hot.” A classmate beside you, Jennie, whispered to her friend, the two of them giggling as your professor shared his knowledge with the class.

“And he’s so nice too. You think he’s a virgin?” Minsol whispered back and you felt your heart grow hot listening to them.

You fidgeted in your seat and tried to block them out, focusing on Professor Kim.

“He’s so young to be a professor. Maybe he spent all that time studying to the max, you know! Maybe he is!”

“He’s so cute.” Minsol chuckled. “But then he’s so sexy when he pushes his hair back.”

And almost as if on cue, Mr. Kim ran his fingers through his dark brown locks, pushing them back as he smiled at his students in awe at the discussion.

He was handsome. You admitted that a long time ago. Attractive? Yes. But he was your professor. It was wrong to think of him the way Jennie and Minsol were.

Til now, their voices couldn’t be blocked out completely.

“I’d gladly blow him for a good grade,” Jennie whispered, her eyes looking Hongjoong up and down.

“Jennie!” Minsol playfully smacked her friend, her voice still hushed.

“What? Just think of it. Goody two shoes Mr.Kim so kind and worried that your grades are slipping, and then you tell him you’d do anything to raise your grade.” Jennie described the scenario so vividly. “No one needs to know what goes on behind closed doors.”

Your heart was racing in your chest as you listened to the fantasy. It didn’t help that Mr. Kim was right there before your eyes as Jennie’s voice whispered discreetly to her friend such a scandalous scenario.

“But it won’t stop there.”

That piqued your interest and you felt ashamed to have been so curious.

“He has a nice car too. Imagine fucking in the backseat of that luxury car way past campus hours in secret.”

Your heart thumped strongly at the mention of his car. You had been in his car and the dirty thought of Mr. Kim being all over your body and kissing you in the spacious backseat crossed your mind.

You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together.

Hongjoong’s eyes scanned all his students, happy that they were enjoying the class but paused when he saw you. Your body was swallowed by your boyfriend’s big varsity jacket and you looked flustered, even biting your glossed lips, fidgeting in your seat.

Then he saw the two girls next to you giggling and gossiping. What were they talking about that was making you blush so much? Briefly, your eyes moved from your notebook and locked with his but you immediately looked down when you saw that he had been looking your way.

Hongjoong could only assume they were talking about him. In what way? He wasn’t sure but it was a way that was making you look even shyer and could he dare say, hot and bothered?

Then the bell rang.

“Alright, we’ll continue the discussion on Wednesday and I’ll hand you all your Renaissance art period essays that I already graded then. Have a nice day.” Hongjoong’s elegant and calm voice echoed in the lecture hall, as he made his way behind his desk, sitting out the papers.

A chorus of thanks was sent his way as the students little by little exited the lecture hall. He looked your way, watching as you packed your things and gathered your books.

“Hey, Y/N!” Jennie turned to you. “How are you and your stud of a boyfriend?”

“Oh, m-me and Woo?” Your lashes fluttered so prettily as Hongjoong pretended he couldn’t hear you and the girls.

“Yeah! We saw you two being all cute and kissy out in the hall.” Minsol chuckled as she touched up her makeup with powder.

“We’re great.” You couldn’t stop the happy smile on your face as you thought of your boyfriend.

“He’s your first boyfriend, right? Have you two…you know….”

Your brows furrowed. “Have we what?”

Hongjoong fought his sigh at how oblivious you were.

Minsol’s eyes widened as she snapped her compact closed and leaned over. “You guys haven’t?”

“What are you two talking about?” You tilted your head like a puppy.

The two girls exchanged looks of shock.

“Y/N…” Jennie leaned closer, lowering her voice even further but Hongjoong’s ears were sharp. “Are you a virgin?”

Immediately, your face was burning as you hugged your books to your chest, wanting to cover your face with Wooyoung’s jacket.

“Holy shit!” Minsol exclaimed then realized she had been loud. She looked towards the whiteboard and saw Mr. Kim looking at the three of you questioningly. “Uh…sorry Mr. Kim!”

Hongjoong only smiled and he shook his head, returning to his papers and was glad that he was sitting behind his desk as the idea of you never being touched morphed from shock and into desire. He kind of guessed you were…but dating the star athlete and heartthrob of the campus made him second guess that you were.

“Girl, you need to come with us!” Jennie hooked her arm with yours and Minsol on the other as the two of you made your way out of the lecture hall.

“Bye, Mr. Kim!” They chimed as they dragged you out with them.

“B-bye, sir.” Your little voice reached his ears as the three of you finally left him alone in the empty hall.

Hongjoong hunched over, crossing his arms on his desk as he groaned.

You were driving him insane.

What’s worse was that you didn’t even intend to do so.

He wanted you.

He needed you.

As the afternoon passed, Hongjoong made his way to his office. The hall was empty as students were in their classes or their club activities. It was peaceful til he heard hushed whispers ahead from an empty classroom, the door only slightly ajar.

The professor frowned. Were there students doing another weed deal on campus? Before concluding, through the very small gap of the wooden double doors, he took a peek.

“S-someone could walk in.”

Was that his sweet Y/N’s voice? Hongjoong’s heart began to race.

“Baby, I promise no one is. This room is always vacant at this hour.” Wooyoung reassured you, kissing your neck as his hands roamed your body, specifically caressing your thighs that were parted as he stood between them.

Hongjoong swallowed the lump in his throat.

Perched on the large mahogany desk, was you. Your skirt was hiked up higher as your boyfriend pressed against you, his paws all over your soft body, feeling you through your clothes.

“You look so sexy in my jacket,” Wooyoung whispered in your ear, his hand moving lower til they were under your skirt. “I couldn’t stop thinking of how good you looked during lunch.”

You softly yelped when his fingers pressed against your core through your cotton panties. “W-woo!”

“Awe, baby, are you getting wet? All for me?”

“W-woo,” you whimpered when he traced his fingers along your slit, embarrassed at the dirty talk.

“Fuck, you’re soaking through your panties, baby. Tell me you want me to touch you. Ask me and I’ll make you feel good, baby.”

You wanted him to keep touching you but you felt a little guilty. You had started to feel hot way earlier than your boyfriend knew. Jennie and Minsol’s hushed whispering from class about Mr. Kim…ashamedly had made you ache.

“M-make me feel good, Woo.”

Your boyfriend groaned against your neck, rubbing you through your panties. “My pretty baby. You deserve so much.”

Your back arched when he applied more pressure to your clit.

“I’ll make you feel good, baby. I promise…. but I won’t make your first time here in a classroom.” He kissed your neck messily, licking your skin.

“But Youngie…” you didn’t want him to stop touching you. He has touched you like this many times before when he came over but it never went past that. He didn’t want to force you into something you weren’t ready for but as time passed and the more you fell for him, you’ve been wanting to go all the way with him.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you cum. I’ll be a good boyfriend and let my pretty girlfriend cum.” He kissed your forehead, slipping his hand under your panties to truly feel you. “You’re so wet, baby.” He moaned, collecting your slick and spreading it all over your pussy.

“Youngie,” you whimpered, gripping his shirt as your thighs trembled at the delicious friction.

“I love it when you call me that,” he sighed, repressing the urge that he indeed in fact wanted to ruin his pretty untouched girlfriend. He loved you and he wanted to treat you right as best as he could. You weren’t like the other girls he’s been with. He liked how you looked at him with stars in your eyes.

Your thighs squeezed at his sides unable to close as he continued to play with your pussy, touching you heavily and the way you liked. You couldn’t help but softly moan and pant at the intoxicating pleasure.

Hongjoong was burning with jealousy. A part of him wanted to disrupt the two of you and scold the two of you for misconduct as he had every right as a professor to do so. But…you looked so pretty falling apart for your boyfriend. Brows furrowed as your lips part and sigh, the setting sun hitting your skin in such a way that the lewd imagery before him was like a movie. He could feel his desire straining in his trousers. He wanted to watch.

“Youngie,” you whimpered so prettily.

Hongjoong took note of how your back arched when Wooyoung nibbled and kissed at a spot on your neck. You must be extra sensitive there. He also imagined how soft your breasts would be if he was the one cupping them through your cute blouse.

“You close baby?” Wooyoung rasped against your ear, rubbing your clit faster, making you lean your head forward to rest on his chest.

“Nuh-uh,” Wooyoung clicked his tongue, his right hand leaving your breast to grab you by the chin, making you look at him. “Let me see your pretty face, baby.” He swiped his thumb over your lower lip and bit his lip when you suddenly took his digit into your mouth, softly sucking on it. Where the fuck did you learn to do that? “C’mon, baby. Cum. Cum for me.”

You released his thumb with a soft pop, your lips even glossier from your gloss and saliva. You were panting and moaning so cutely, Wooyoung felt he was going to cum in his pants just at the sight of you getting off his fingers. He massaged your clit faster, watching the way your lids began to droop as you blinked up at him hazily and your lips part in a cute little ‘o’.

“Youngie!” You cried out, back arching and thighs trembling as you reached your high, your pussy dripping more arousal all over your boyfriend’s fingers.

“That’s it, baby. Such a pretty baby.” Wooyoung cooed, enjoying your fucked out expression. It was addicting really. His sweet innocent girlfriend falling apart for him. If you were this fucked out by just fingers, he can’t imagine how fucking delectable you looked when he finally fucked you.

Hongjoong bit his lip as he watched you come down from your high. How your arms wrapped around your boyfriend as he slowed his circles on your clit. He wished he could see how your pussy looked, how wet it was, and how sweet the nectar it produced.

Wooyoung took his hand from your panties and brought his fingers to his lips, your eyes widening. His hand left its grip on your face.

“W-woo!”

That didn’t stop him from letting his tongue dart out to lick his digits. “You taste so sweet, baby. Maybe I’ll come up tonight once I drop you off and really have a good taste of you.”

You blushed at his words and felt heat spark in your lower belly at what he hinted. Did he mean that he was going to kiss and taste you down there? With his tongue? The idea made your cheeks grow hot but that only made your boyfriend grin.

“Oh? You’re not opposed to it?” He teased, enjoying the way you only huffed and pouted your pretty lips. “Here, baby. Taste yourself.”

Hongjoong watched as you wearily, so curiously, poked out your cute tongue to lick your boyfriend’s fingers. How did you taste? Did you like it? You batted your lashes up at your boyfriend who awaited your verdict.

“So? How do you taste?” He took your hand in his other one, just relishing the moment you two had in the orange sunset-lit classroom.

“G-good.”

“Atta, girl.” Wooyoung grinned, taking you into his embrace and kissing you again.

Hongjoong felt his head pound from how hard he was in his pants. He wanted a taste. He needed a taste.

How was he going to get close to you when you and your boyfriend were all fine and dandy again?

“What do you say, baby? Friday night? I’ll come over and we’ll watch a movie. I’ll bring your favorite strawberries coated in chocolate. Then maybe…” he caressed your cheek. “We could go all the way?”

“W-won’t it hurt?”

Wooyoung and Hongjoong’s hearts ached at your sweetness.

“Well, when Friday rolls around, and you’re not up for it. It’s okay. We’ll just have a cozy little date and make out. I’ll wait for you when you’re ready. Okay?”

His gentle voice along with his care for you made your stomach flutter. “O-okay.” You leaned your cheek into his palm. “I love you, Woo.”

“I love you too, baby.”

While you and Wooyoung basked in the moment you two found yourselves in, Hongjoong made a beeline to his office and locked the door. He glanced down and saw the bulge of his cock poking through his tailored trousers. He threw his head back, slamming it against the door as he groaned.

He was going to have to take care of it himself cause it wasn’t going to go away til he did.

He didn’t know when the stalking— okay, in his defense, following and keeping an eye on you, started.

All Hongjoong knew was, he needed to get to know you. He needed to get closer somehow, be a friend. Someone you could turn to and cry to. Plus, you lived alone, away from your parents. You needed someone to protect you.

From all the wolves that surrounded you, including that boyfriend of yours.

As he passed the baseball field from where he parked his car, he couldn’t help but overhear a group of young wolf pups gathered and talking beneath the morning sun. They all wore the same varsity jacket, making Hongjoong’s pack of wolves analogy even truer.

“So? Did you and Y/N go all the way yet?” The Vice Captain of the team asked, the young and handsome Mr. Choi.

The rest of the boys began to nudge and tease their Captain who had been tossing the baseball in his hand nonchalantly.

“Yeah, have you and little Miss all prim and proper done more than just second base?” The tallest of them, Song Mingi, joined in the teasing, the boys all grinning and tossing oo’s and ah’s. “Your girl has a nice ass.”

“Hey,” Wooyoung harshly hissed at his teammate. “Yeah, and that’s my girl you’re talking about.”

“Can’t blame Mingi. You’re with the campus’s dream girl.” Jongho added, running his fingers through his brown hair.

“Dream girl?” Wooyoung’s brows furrowed.

“Yeah! Sure she’s lowkey and literally the nicest person on campus. Hell, she even helped me with calculus. I even thought of asking her out on a date.” San chirped. “But you got to her first. Anyway, that’s beside the point, did you guys finally do it? Friday night?”

Hongjoong remained hidden behind the shadows of the bleachers, needing to know the answer to San’s question.

“We didn’t. She got nervous and you know, I have to be a good boyfriend and wait. I don’t want to pressure her. She’s a nice girl.” Wooyoung finally responded, his answer earning a groan from his friends.

Mingi stared at him for a moment. “You should be a saint. That amount of self-control is crazy.”

“Well, good things come to those who wait, Mingi.” Wooyoung grinned. “I’m a hundred percent sure my girl is worth the wait and more.”

“You’re really down bad for her, huh?” Jongho laughed softly, actually admiring the fact that Wooyoung was becoming a better guy with you.

“Y-yeah…she is. I really love her.”

“I just can’t believe she fell for you. After all the girls you slept with in the past and the parties. She still fell for Jung Wooyoung. Anyways,” Jongho clapped Wooyoung on the back. “I hope you get some soon.”

San wouldn’t relent though.

“Has she at least been…you know….giving? I know you worship the fuck out of her in different ways but has the pretty princess given back?”

Hongjoong should head back to his office before he’s caught but…he needed to know the details.

“San, she doesn’t know how.”

Wooyoung’s response made San groan and Hongjoong fought back his own.

“She’s a fucking angel your girlfriend.” San huffed his crush on you not concerning Wooyoung as he knew San would never cross the line.

“Dude, when you get to teach her, it’s gonna be so fucking hot.” Mingi sighed, thinking of who to contact for his next hookup. He needed to fuck.

Hongjoong couldn’t help but agree. To teach someone as beautiful and pretty as you, how to use your cute mouth and delicate hands…the fantasy of you between his legs while he sits on his office couch…guiding you while you look up at him for him to lead you…the young pups have a point.

“Okay, can you guys chill and not talk about my girlfriend like that?” Wooyoung lightly scolded his friends. “Anyways, you guys better be on your best behavior for tonight’s practice. I'm driving Y/N home for our date and I really don’t want to have to bail again because Coach isn’t happy with our performance.”

“We’ll do our best,” San spoke for them, sending a pointed glare to Mingi and Jongho, they’re bickering always getting their Coach to overtime their practices. “But coach hasn’t been in a good mood as far as I know.”

Wooyoung swore under his breath, worry bubbling in his chest when he imagined your disappointment and the way your eyes become glassy as you fight back tears. He really didn’t want to make you feel like he didn’t care about you again…he knew you understood his obligations to his team. He just hoped he wouldn’t forget to update you this time and keep you waiting for him.

Hongjoong didn’t stay long after that. He went off his merry way back to his office, wondering if tonight would be another chance to have some time with you again. Be your knight in shining armor if your boyfriend doesn’t pick you up again.

All he needed to do was stay in your good graces.

After all, he just wanted to take care of you…

It began with longer conversations after class, asking how you were doing and if you understood the lecture or not. Then when midterms started to round the corner he would casually stay past campus hours just so that he could ‘by chance’ be finishing up late at the same time you were finished up studying in the library.

But this time, when he found you, the sun was beginning to set and you were in one of the library aisles, in the sections students don’t frequent, on the floor hugging your knees to your chest. Your back was against the tall wooden bookshelf and you were by the window, your head below the window pane as you softly sniffled.

Hongjoong felt his stomach twist. What did your boyfriend do?

“Ms. L/N?” As softly as he could, he called out to you and he saw you visibly stiffen.

“M-Mr. Kim?” You kept your head down, too embarrassed to look up at him because he would see the tears and puffiness in your eyes.

“Are you okay, Ms. L/N?” He slowly approached, observing your body language if you would shrink away from him. He kneeled before you. “Did something happen? Why are you crying?”

You bit your lip, fighting back the way it quivered as you wanted to tell him exactly what happened but you were crying over something so silly.

A gentle warm hand softly patted your head, your heart stopping at the touch. Maybe you could tell him everything. Besides…he has been so kind to you and only ever wanted to make sure you were okay. When the two of you spent time together and talked, you would sometimes forget he was your professor and not just a friend.

And yet, your heart couldn’t help but want to be in the palm of his hand, knowing he’d be gentle with it.

When you lifted your head to look at him, the tears in your eyes had Hongjoong almost falling to his knees and wanting to embrace you right then and there. “I’ll take you to my office okay?” He offered, taking out his handkerchief and putting it in your trembling hands.

“O-okay.” You murmured.

With a guiding arm around your shoulders and making sure no wandering eyes would see the two of you, the likelihood being low since it was past class hours, the varsity teams were training and it was a Friday, he led you to his office.

You stood awkwardly in the middle of his office, clutching his handkerchief in your hand, a part of your brain contemplating the idea of being vulnerable in your professor's office. It was highly inappropriate. Should anyone find out—

You were torn from your thoughts when a pair of warm arms wrapped around you so gently. You blinked a couple of times unable to process what was happening and the beating of your heart. Hongjoong cradled the back of your head as he held you close to him, your cheek brushing against his neck.

“It hurts to see you cry.” He whispered, unable to hold himself back from soothing you then he pulled away and led you to the leather couch in his office.

You sat on one end while he was on the other, the gap between you reminding you of the intrusive thought of the distance you and Wooyoung might have soon…

“What’s wrong, darling? You can tell me, you know. I’m always here to lend an ear. Whatever it is I won’t judge you, especially when it hurts you this deeply.”

Hongjoong tried to meet your eyes that were cast down on your fingers on your lap, fiddling with his handkerchief. Was it your boyfriend? He swore if it was Jung Wooyoung he was going to teach that boy a lesson.

Hesitantly, you allowed yourself to speak freely to him.

A moment of weakness?

“I-I overheard Youngie’s friends when I was in the library…they were about to leave for practice and…” you felt that lump in your throat creep up higher, making you want to sob again as you remembered what they said. “They said that they felt b-bad for him.”

Bad for him?

“It’s a bit…tmi…sir. I’m sorry it’s hard to speak about it.” You stared at the edge of your skirt, feeling the shame and embarrassment you had felt earlier crawling on your skin.

“Ah? TMI.” Hongjoong crossed his arms over his chest, trying to play it off as if it’s nothing to make it comfortable for you to tell him. “Well, Ms. L/N, we are two adults, aren’t we not? Plus, it’s after university hours. I’m here for you right now as a friend and I’d like to help soothe your troubles if you would let me.”

It was almost too easy the way you caved into his words. Jung Wooyoung did not deserve a sweet girl like you.

“Youngie’s teammates…said they feel bad for him because I haven’t…” you paused, heat blooming in your tear-stained cheeks. “I haven’t slept with him.” Then you felt that ache in your heart return. “I don’t want to lose him, Mr. Kim. I love him so much. I-I want to be a good girlfriend.”

Hongjoong’s heart broke. His beautiful wilted rose. How dare those dumb boys speak so ill of you?

“You’re a good girlfriend I’m sure, Ms. L/N.” He reassured you with such calmness, his words made you perk up a little. “You didn’t hear these words from Wooyoung himself right?”

You nodded.

“But even though…I still want to make him feel good. He always makes me feel…” you trailed off, realizing that you were talking about the intimate things you and your boyfriend do. “It’s not that I don’t want to be with Wooyoung like that…I just…I don’t want to disappoint him.”

“Disappoint him how?”

“Wooyoung has been with girls…with experience. He’s my first boyfriend and he’s the first man to ever touch m-me…kiss me…”

Hongjoong was fighting back the attraction grew the more you spoke about your lack of experience. He couldn’t believe those boys had you questioning your worth all because you were scared to go all the way with your boyfriend.

“I-I even tried watching…videos…on how I can do things for Wooyoung…but I just am too scared to initiate it. What if I do something wrong and it goes horribly?”

“You shouldn’t need to worry about that. I’m sure your…” Hongjoong held himself back from saying what he said with jealousy. “…boyfriend would be more than happy to teach you. Has he offered to?”

You shook your head.

“Ah…I see.” Hongjoong sat back, trying to think of what to say next. “I’m pretty sure what you lack is practice…” he trod carefully, gauging your expression with each word he was choosing. “You’ll never know til you give it a try. With everything in life, you learn as you go.”

He watched as you took each word seriously, a rather sweet pensive look on your face as you nodded at his advice. Hongjoong hoped he didn’t cross the line by saying that and made things awkward between the two of you.

“If I may speak as another human being helping another,” Hongjoong continued, hoping to calm your stormy mind. “I just hope you don’t feel pressured to do anything with your boyfriend or anyone. It’s very sweet of you to want to do something this intimate with someone you desire but I’d rather you won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

You fiddled with the hem of your skirt, going over all the caring and sweet affirmations Mr. Kim was giving you. How was it you felt so safe with him? He was too kind to you…yet you enjoyed the company he gave.

When Wooyoung wasn’t able to take you home from extended practices and last minute cancellations and texts, Professor Kim was always there to somehow salvage the day. To stop the breaking of your heart with his warm smile and effort to get to know you and make conversation.

“M-Mr. Kim…”

You finally spoke. Hongjoong smiled warmly at the call of his name. He observed how your cheeks began to flush. Your teeth sink into your lower lip as you hesitate to continue. You suck in a shaky breath, forcing yourself to be brave and look him in the eye.

“Could you guide me?”

Nothing but your voice rang in his ears at this moment. Hongjoong was shocked by the question. Was it a question? With the way your eyes were bleary and glossy, how your lips were trembling, and how flustered you appeared. It was a plea.

“Ms.L/N….” He tried to resist as much as he could, knowing that if he were to cross the line, he wouldn’t be able to go back. You were his forbidden desire. If he were to take a bite, he would want nothing more than to consume you.

You knew what you asked was silly and inappropriate, and a part of you regretted asking but if you were to leave this room right now, all you would be able to think about was how Wooyoung’s friends talked about you and wonder how much Wooyoung shared to his friends about yours and his relationship.

Mr.Kim looked speechless and flustered from what you asked of him. Maybe you shouldn’t have asked.

“Mr.Kim, I-I’m so sorry,” you quickly blurted out, trying to salvage the odd atmosphere. “Please forget everything I said. Thank you so much for comforting me—

"Are you sure you want me to help, Ms. L/N?” Hongjoong stopped your rambling, taking your hand that you hadn’t realized was trembling from nerves but the moment he spoke and he touched you, your body found a sense of calm. “I just don’t want to make you do anything you’ll regret.”

Oh, he wanted to help.

“I-I wouldn’t have asked anyone else but you...I feel safe with you.” You mumbled shyly, staring at his pretty hand holding yours, his thumb rubbing soothingly over your knuckles.

“Your trust in me is something I shall cherish and I wouldn’t dare break it.” He looked you in the eyes as he said that, the warmth and intensity of them made your heart flutter. “I promise I’ll keep it strictly professional and I’ll make sure to put your comfort first.”

Your heart fluttered again. “O-okay.”

“How would you like this to go?”

“I-I’m not sure…Wooyoung usually takes the lead whenever we do anything more than kissing…” you were speaking so softly, it was pulling at Hongjoong’s heartstrings. You were so precious. “I wouldn’t mind you taking the lead…teach me how to make Wooyoung feel good.” You squeezed his hand nervously and he kept his soft smile on his face, hiding his excitement.

You’ll let him take the lead?

“Okay, sweetheart. I promise I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with okay?” He caressed your cheek fondly, forcing himself to not brush your lips with his thumb. “Tell me to stop when it gets too much.”

“Thank you, sir.” You whispered, feeling all tense as he got closer.

Sir? Were you trying to kill him? He scooted closer, your knees touching his own. “Do I have permission to touch you, darling?”

The pet name made you feel just a little bit more hotter. The way he said it, his voice a low purr, made you feel things you thought you’d only feel with Wooyoung.

“Y-yes, sir.”

Experimentally, he slowly glided his hand up the side of your thigh, the sweet gasp falling from your lips making him smirk against your neck. He brushed his lips against your neck, before whispering in your ear. “You’ve watched videos as research, correct?”

You stuttered out your response, feeling your body grow warm with the way his hand smoothed up and down your thigh, never going higher than where your skirt stopped. “I did…” Was it wrong that you wanted his hand to move higher?

Hongjoong held back from kissing your neck, testing the waters of what exactly he could do to you. His hand moved to your waist now, caressing the curve of your side then stopping so that his thumb was just below the underside of your bra covered chest.

“Why don’t you show me what you learned, hm? Then I’ll guide you along the way.” He suggested, his tone going just a little lower than usual.

And that’s how you found yourself on your knees, between your professor's trousered thighs, your eyes looking at him with such uncertainty and the willingness to learn.

“Don’t be shy. I’m sure you won't disappoint,” Hongjoong reassured you, petting your head lovingly while his thoughts were going wild at the mere sight of you all cute and demure between his legs.

“O-okay.”

As you had watched and observed, you placed your hands on his thighs. They trembled a little. What if you messed up here too? You shook the thought away. Professor Kim was going to guide you. You’ll be okay and then you’ll be able to make Wooyoung feel good too.

All of this was for Wooyoung.

You slowly slid your hands up his thighs feeling the smooth fabric of his trousers as you recounted the videos you had seen. You remembered how the woman in the video would trace her fingers over the man’s groin…but was Hongjoong even…turned on?

You remember how stiff Wooyoung would get when you were on his lap as you two made out, his hands running up and down your sides then over the curve of your ass, squeezing it.

Do you need to kiss Mr. Kim too?

Before asking, you experimentally softly placed your palm against his groin, blushing to find that he was hot and rather stiff through his pants. A shaky breath escaped him and you retracted your hand.

“W-was that not okay?”

“It was fine,” he managed a smile for you, getting hard at just how shy and sweet you were. “You’re doing fine.”

“O-okay,” you swallowed the lump in your throat, gliding your palm over his clothed groin before sliding higher, your other hand joining to unbuckle his belt.

Each gentle and inexperienced touch or ghost of your fingers over his crotch was making his cock twitch to life. It was so easy for him to be turned on…well…because it was you. It was endearing how focused yet nervous you were and once you tugged his briefs down low enough for his cock to spring up, your eyes stared at his length.

From his reclined position on the couch, his legs spread to accommodate you, he was able to notice the way your thighs squeezed to tether at the sight of him.

Your face was hot as your eyes took in the sight of his cock. It was way more intimidating to see one in person than on a screen…was it odd for you to think it was rather pretty? The head was a soft pink and it glistened with something that made your tongue somehow itch to want to try and wrap your mouth around him. Would he fit in your mouth? Would he fit in— you stopped yourself from thinking that. You can’t go all the way with Mr. Kim, you were going to do that with Wooyoung.

Feeling his warm gaze on you, you gently wrapped your hand around his length. The feeling of him hot and heavy in your palm, the girth of him, made your core pulse.

Hongjoong bit his lip at the gentle touch, the smoothness of your palm, and the dainty way you held him making him sensitive to whatever you were doing. He knew it wasn’t on purpose that you were prolonging any sort of movement, you weren’t sure what to do next.

“Tell me what you learned,” he managed to speak calmly. “Or what you observed.”

Squeezing your thighs together and inching closer to get into a comfortable position, you thought of what to answer. “In the videos…the girls take their partner in their mouth…and some just move their hand…I'm not sure what to do next, I’m sorry.” You looked away, embarrassed.

This was exactly why you never initiated it with Wooyoung. If you did and you messed up or did not even follow through, he would’ve mentioned it to his friends somehow in their talks.

Hongjoong saw how nervous you were and tried to suppress the desire to command you what to do and how you should do it, he placed his hand over yours that was softly holding his cock. He couldn’t be mean to you…as much as he wanted to completely control you and make you feel pleasure that would have you falling apart for him, he wanted to be gentle with you.

“I’ll guide you, okay?” His other hand petted the top of your head, making the nerves yo I had been feeling dwindle. You nodded.

“You have to spit on it first, sweetheart.”

His words made your eyes widen. The dirty notion was embellished with a sweet term of endearment. Hearing it from him, from the mouth where only kindness, care and knowledge was all you heard come out of it, made you feel warm.

“Spit on it?”

“I know it sounds odd but it’ll help. I’ll guide you on how to use your hand first. Don’t be shy, darling.”

His encouragement only made you want to do as he says. You told yourself it only feels weird because you’ve never done it before and Mr. Kim was kind enough to help you be more confident when the time comes for you to do it with your boyfriend.

Leaning over, you collected your saliva and spat softly. Hongjoong bit back any sound that dared escape him at the moment not ready to break the promise of being professional for your sake but the warmth of your spit and how shyly you did it turned him on even more.

“Now,” he guided your hand. “Spread it around with my precum like this.” He loosely moved your hand, letting your dainty fingers be covered by the mix of your spit and his precum. “It’ll be easier to move your hand this way, it’ll feel good.”

You nodded, feeling the slickness against your palm and how it now easily glided along his length with his hand still over yours.

“You have to hold it just a little tighter.” He closed his hand over yours a little tighter but not too tight but just enough to tell you how much pressure you should be applying.

“L-like this?” You adjusted your grip and slowly while your hand moved in slow up and down motions, he removed his hand and a deep sigh of bliss left him.

“Just like that, sweetheart…just like that.” His voice dipped lower and his head rolled back a little, giving you the perfect view of his sharp jawline and pink lips.

Your eyes kept shifting from his face and to his cock in your hand, entranced somehow by the idea of how he was feeling good by just your hand. Watching a video was completely different from actually doing it. You recalled the way a girl in a video would twist her hand as she glided her hand up and down, and you decided to try the motion.

Hongjoong hissed out a curse at the new movement. “That feels good.” His hips bucked up a little, pushing his cock up in your hand.

Feeling a little braver, you leaned forward to press your lips on the head of his cock, kissing it and feeling heat surge to your core at how warm the tip was against your lips.

Hongjoong lifted his head from its thrown back position to look at you, the sudden sensation of your soft lips on his cock turning him on further.

“You want to try that already?” He asked, his hand gripping the armrest of the couch when your doe eyes looked up at him so innocently, your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, and nodded, it was driving him crazy. It was getting harder and harder to retain any sense of composure. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Show me what you learned. You’re already doing so well. You look so cute like this too.”

His words of praise and compliments made both your heart and core throb. It made you try even harder to please him. You wondered if it was okay that you were getting wet. You could feel your slick sticking to the gusset of your panties and against the lips of your pussy.

Hongjoong moaned softly when he felt your hot tongue swirling around his cock head. He twitched within your hand continued their rhythmic twisting and up and down rhythm. He watched as you tasted him. He could see the way your brows furrowed at the taste and when he felt you take more of him in your mouth and suckle at the sensitive tip of his cock, you were making it harder for him to not buck his hips up into your pretty mouth.

“You doing okay?” He asked, gently placing his hand behind the back of your head, caressing you.

You nodded, humming, the vibrations of your sound adding some extra pleasure to the way you were giving him head.

“F-fuck, you’re doing so good, sweetheart. Such a good girl.”

The way he said that made your pussy clench. Why did that have some effect on you? It sounded so hot coming from him and it made you want to please him even more.

Eventually, you took what you could of him in your mouth, fighting back your gag reflex and bobbing your head shallowly along his cock. Your hand continued to jerk what you couldn’t fit of his length in your little mouth. You were aching so bad, you couldn’t help but let your free hand slide between your thighs to find your pussy, surprised at how wet you were. It was easy to spread your arousal all over your cunt and begin massaging your clit the way you liked, settling for the friction of your fingers.

Hongjoong noticed your dainty hand between your legs. The sight of you suckling and bobbing your cute head up and down along his cock, and touching yourself was sending him to the edge. Plus your lips tinted with pink gloss were mixing with your saliva as you continued to suck him off. You were so fucking cute.

“I’m close darling. You’re doing so well. You had nothing to be so nervous about. F-fuck.” He shuddered when he felt the head of his cock hit the back of your throat and you squeaked so adorably, the sound muffled. What a cute little slut you were touching yourself as you stuffed your little mouth with his cock. Though he was saying such sweet praises, deep down he wanted to fuck his cock into your mouth and watch you cry from taking him. He was betting you’d look up at him with wide pleading eyes with tears as you let him use you as his personal cock sleeve.

The mere thought of that sent him over the edge and without warning, he came. A small squeak left you as sudden hot spurts of cum spilled into your mouth. You latched off of him in surprise, your hand still pumping him as he came. His moans and the way his head was thrown back, made you stop touching yourself so you could focus fully on the way he climaxed all over your face.

“Fuck!” He groaned as his hand that was cradling your head gripped your hair and his hips bucked up into your hand, riding out his high. You whimpered as he tugged at your hair, the sensation making your clit throb. Why did that feel good? Why did having his release on your cheeks and in your mouth, turned you on?

“Open up, darling. Let me see.” Hongjoong tugged your hair back almost forcibly, his gaze almost predatory, it scared you a bit. You’ve never seen such a dark, menacing yet charming expression on your sweet and kind professor.

You parted your lips and he smirked.

He wondered if you knew just how cute and ruined your look right now. Pink gloss smeared over your lips and your cheeks flushed and stained with his white sticky cum, and the best of all, his seed was on your tongue.

He wished he could take a picture.

You didn’t realize you were breathing slowly as your heart was racing and he stared down at you with a glint in his eye that you couldn’t quite place.

“You look so pretty like this, darling.” His grip on your hair loosened and his hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb dipping into your mouth as you still obediently kept your lips parted for him. He smeared more of his cum all over your lips and chin, finding the idea of him on your skin so hot…it’s like he marked you. “Such a good girl.” He cooed and you didn’t know why you did what you did but you swallowed his salty release, and his reaction made it all worth it. “What a perfect girl you are.”

His praise only made your heart flutter, his words only feeding that part of you that wanted to please him…to please Wooyoung.

“D-do you think Woo will like it?” You asked, your voice a little hoarse as you sat there on your knees, looking up at him so sweetly.

Hongjoong held back from rolling his eyes at the mention of the boy who didn’t deserve you. He masked his annoyance with a smile. “He’ll like it, darling. You did really well. I mean it.” He took his handkerchief and began to clean you up, gently dabbing your cheek.

Despite the ache between your thighs, you couldn’t stop the way a smile grew on your face at the approval from your most trusted mentor.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Kim—

“Hongjoong.” He cut you off with a gentle smile, looking at you lovingly.

“What?” You stuttered that same feeling you felt earlier, the confusion of the same way he made your heart flutter like Wooyoung does.

“You can call me Hongjoong when it’s just the two of us, darling. I think with how close we’ve gotten…I’d like you to call me by my name. Don’t you think we’re rather close?”

There was something about his eyes that captivated you. It was so magnetic it was hard to not be completely wonderstruck and in control of that powerful gaze.

All you could do was nod.

“That’s a good girl…” he cooed, smiling warmly. “Perhaps, you need more guidance. You want to be a good girlfriend for your Wooyoung right?”

You did, you wanted to be the best girlfriend for him.

“I do…”

“Sometimes what you see online is not entirely reliable. I’m offering you…private lessons…doesn’t that sound good for you?”

You nodded, letting him pull you up on and onto his lap, gasping when your core pressed against his thigh.

“I’ll teach you all there is to know. I want what's best for you and for you to know exactly what you’re getting into.” He ran his hand up and down your thigh, slowly. “You don’t want to disappoint Wooyoung, right?”

“I don’t Sir…” you said so quickly.

So innocent. So naive. So dumb. So perfect for him to ruin.

He never thought he’d get to this point.

All this time, he has only ever admired you and desired you from afar. He kept his reputation as a well-loved and kind professor so that no one and you, especially you, would ever question his motives.

“Now, I think we should try this again. You did really well but I can teach you a little extra something that will make your boyfriend so, so, so happy.”

feel free to scream in my askbox about the fic I will gladly fangirl with you and I love feedback. It keeps me writing.

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[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Revolutionary Army Punk AU

Ft: Luffy (not punk)

Steampunk is cool but i think just straight up punk would be cooler. I just think what they stand for lines up a lot better

Design notes:

I did some research and talked to a punk friend of mine for these as i am not a punk, myself, and I dont want to look like a poser. I think i did a really good job translating them and i want to explain my thoughts!

Sabo was first, of course.

I not only wanted to make the characters punk, but i also wanted to crank their designs up about 20 notches, so i gave Sabo’s scar one hell of an upgrade. In this version I tried to make it very clear that that cannon ball hit him head-on. I think it works really well with his punk vibes because under-cuts and shaved parts of the head in general are very popular in punk culture.

I largely tried to keep the silhouettes the same with this au, and It was really easy to keep it with Sabo because of the fact that he already has a lot of design elements that translate well to punk. His big pants into tall boots were perfect to translate, crust pants and steel toed boots fits him well. Trench coats arent a staple in Punk, but i couldnt take the coats away from him… him or Belo. They deserve it…

I threw away his cravat for a choker, i replaced his vest with a red tank top and his undershirt for fishnets, Patches up the wazoo, he looks very cool.

Belo Betty was next, she was super easy to translate. She’s already in the punk spirit with her tits out, we love to see it. Her hat was really difficult to translate, along with all the other hats, but a red knitted hat that has those two points cuz it’s essentially a scarf sewed together looks nice on her.

My punk friend suggested i give her a bunch of nets and harnesses and i really agreed that was her style, so i gave her red tie to Morley, slapped some harnesses on her and just overall just turned her sexy up like 50 notches. I think i was clever how i adapted her striped stockings here with how they have runs in them.

Karasu is almost the exact same. I just threw out his dinky little cravat and gave him a bandana and harness. I also gave him piercings. That’s the only difference. In the words of my Punk friend “hes naked and wearing a spiked mask, He can hang”

Speaking of what my punk friend said, he said that Lindbergh would get “demolished” in the pit, and that he looks like he’s scared of bees. The consensus was that he couldn’t hang. But also i still had to make him punk, so then he suggested CBGB punks:

Redneck, bluegrass, southern american punks. I was really in a rut with his design, I didn’t know what to do to keep the silhouette of his backpack. But everything changed when I chance got the idea of a guitar. And then everything flowed from there

Morley was really really fun. Punk friend suggested i make her Pop Punk, inspired by this pic

Mainly Lindsey way with this plaid skirt and tie

She was so so fun to draw, i love her fucked up eyes.

For dragon, i didnt change much at all, even though it’s only his bust that’s shown. Imagine everything is the same, except now he has piercings. Dragon isnt concerned with the punk fashion, but the punk cause.

For Luffy, I wasnt trying to make him punk, but he felt a bit plain looking like base Luffy next to punk Sabo, so i just did the “turn design up 20 notches”, and just gave him a more visibly tattered hat, bangles and waist beads.

That’s about it! Ive been getting a lot of comments and asks lately saying that you guys like when i go on my design explanations, and i realized that i didnt do that for the last few AU’s, so i thought id type this up :)

Thank you for reading!

[chosotallgf]

NEEDY WIFE

Husband!nanami kento x pregnant f!reader

Warnings: little fluff, nsfw, bj, pregnancy

kento arrived home exhausted after his third overtime shift this week, he been working extra hard these past few past months because he knows you both are expecting.

Ever since you told him the news he been on top of his game making sure you are well taken care of and everything is good with you and the baby.

Even when you first had morning sickness he would wake up from his beauty sleep in the middle of as soon as he heard you throwing up in the bathroom to be right by your side rubbing your back gently and kissing your head saying everything will be fine.

seeing him come home with bag under his eye you knew you wanted to help your husband in some type of way. Watching him strip down to his boxers gave you a great idea to help him relax for the night.

“How the day at the office Kent?” you walked slowly up to him putting your arms around his tense shoulders. Kento smiled as when he felt your touch and felt you pressed up against him

“typically boring day, how’s our baby doing? Is she behaving?” You both don’t know the gender yet but he sometimes like to think it’s already a girl. “I got to eat plenty today and no throwing up either finally”

“Good that’s what I like to hear” he says as he bring his face closer to kiss your neck than your lips. As the kiss got more aggressively he picks you up walking back and falling on the bed allowing you to be on top, letting his tongue in and returning the same energy causing you to moaned in his mouth.

You decide now is the perfect the time for your little surprise. pulling back from the kisses making kento wine a bit from the loss of your touch. “Honey?” He said confusedly. You felt the budge in his pants getting hard.

“Just lay back and relax Kent, don’t t worry about anything else” as you Unbutton his pants not even waiting a sec in between, you got straight to giving him a few strokes up and down his dick.

Getting to tease him was your favorite part as you swirl your tongue around his tip causing him to start breathing heavy. While Also making sure you make full eye contact with him the entire time. Deciding to go fully down because that wasn’t enough for you.

“Fuck sweetie” was the next thing you heard from him. He Grips the side of your face to help him control himself not wanting to cum too fast for his beautiful wife. no, he needs to enjoy this moment fully.

You picked up the pace a bit bobbing up and down, saliva already starting to run down all of your chin from your mess. Kent was getting close and your moans over him wasn’t helping at all.

That was it you thought, he was about to cum. griping your hair gently Kento hips buckle and finish in your mouth. Than Pulling out making your mouth make a pop sound, He placed his hands on your cheeks bringing you back up to him to wipe around your mouth

“you don’t know how much I missed those lips around me, thank you i truly don’t deserve you” he pleaded to you showering you in more kisses

A/N: kinda got lazy towards the end but oh well! I finally figured out how to use dividers so hopefully the fics would be looking more aesthetically. I’m thinking about making a part 2 about the gender reveal. 

Likes, rebolgs, and comments are appreciated!!

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[ramp-it-up]

Show Off

Ties That Bind | Next Part

Summary: Steve likes to show you off.

Word Count: 3K

Pairing: Art Dealer (Mob Boss) Steve Rogers x Dancer!Reader (Peach); Ari Levinson x Reader

A/N: This fic is a Peach Fic and is connected to the Bucky Barnes fic Make It So in the Knock You Down AU, and comes after the events in Ties That Bind and the Bucky fic Make It So. Interaction is life! Let me know if you like it by commenting & reblogging. This is inspired by @avengers-assemble-bingo. #KinkyBingo. This fulfills the square: Exhibitionism. Also, @fenixstar asked for it. 😘

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT. Read at your own risk. Ari Levinson (he's a warning), Jealous, possessive Steve, hints of violent Steve, exhibitionism kink (sex in public), marking, fingering, raw p in v, praise kink, rough sex, creampie.

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The party was elegant as hell, the kind of event where art changed hands over $30,000 bottles of wine and million-dollar glances.

Jazz curled through the air amid the sounds of laughter, clinking glassware, and whispered secrets.

Security was present, but invisible. Steve and Bucky had seen to it.

You and your cousin were due a night out after all that happened, but there would be no risk of danger for you two, at least not the physical kind.

You were watching your cousin be wooed by Bucky, who already had his ring on her finger, but was whispering Romanian in her ear like he’d just fallen in love. You knew that he was going to get what he wanted when she and Bucky left the function early.

She deserved. 

You were low key bored, but you were dressed for excitement and intrigue.

Your gown was decadent. It was made of rich, heavy fabric that glimmered in the light with a back that dipped scandalously low.

The skirt revealed a slit that dared anyone to look, and most did. The neckline framed your collarbones like art, but it was your legs and ass that made the room lose its mind. 

Those body parts once earned you money under neon lights and mirrored ceilings; your thigh spins damn near caused heart attacks back at Regine.

Hell, Steve even built you a studio in the penthouse so he could get private lap dances you could continue to practice your craft.

You were unapologetically lethal in the dress and heels, and your confidence was all you. Steve had zipped the dress for you that evening. And when he did, his fingers ghosted down your spine. 

“You’re gonna kill me in this, Peach.”

His deep voice was even deeper when he whispered that to you, but you two still managed to make it out of the penthouse.

From the moment you arrived at the event, Steve hadn’t taken his eyes off you.

His drink was untouched.

His jaw was tight.

And every time you laughed, his fingers twitched around the crystal.

It wasn’t jealousy.

It was worship.

Hunger, just barely contained by discipline.

He was well aware that both men and women sometimes forgot themselves around you. 

Steve said it was because of your beauty, but you insisted it was your confidence. 

And your crazy. You never tried to steal the spotlight; it just happened that you were the spotlight.

It was why he fell in love with you at first sight at that strip club in Atlanta. He just had to get your attention. And he’d been successful. 

Steve loved your wild side. But that didn’t mean he liked seeing other people get ideas. 

Especially men like Ari Levinson.

Steve saw the moment Levinson spotted you. Recognized the exact second the art collector clocked your legs, your ass, your presence, your smile.

Steve had seen that look before, on men who wanted to buy what they couldn’t afford.

You felt Steve’s stare before you saw it, a promise and a threat, all wrapped in one look.

And it occurred precisely when Ari Levinson appeared.

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Ari had never walked into a room and lost track of every million-dollar painting on the walls just because of a woman.

But then he saw you, absolutely stunning and unimpressed by your surroundings.

Just like a great work of art.

Ari licked his lips slowly, taking you in like a man who had acquired beauty for a living and just found something rare. He didn't know who you were, but he knew he had to find out.

Your legs deserved a warning sign. That ass was perfection. And your mouth... it looked like it screamed prayers into satin sheets effective enough to make the most notorious sinner ascend to heaven.

Ari's cock twitched when you turned your head and caught him staring.

You knew exactly what he was thinking.

He adjusted the cuff of his jacket, let himself drift toward you like a man casually approaching something he didn’t already have plans to devour.

Ari wanted you. Bad. And he didn’t give a damn that you wore a ring. Or whose ring you wore.

Lots of people wore rings, but not everyone wore them well.

He guessed that whoever gave you that ring was probably under your spell.

Ari could give a damn who it was.

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Steve wasn’t the kind of man who made scenes anymore.

That part of his life, the rough edges, the quiet threats, the kind of acts that made people disappear, was behind him.

These days, he wore custom suits, drank old wine, and spoke in carefully measured words. His world was oil on canvas, not blood on pavement.

But some instincts didn’t die.

Steve watched Ari make his move toward you and bided his time, not wanting to make too much of a scene too soon. He was the former gangster, but you were dangerous in your own way.

Memories of your threat to shoot his balls off made Steve smile and watch the show.

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“You’re not part of the installation, are you?”

It was an opening line that usually always worked, especially in Ari’s voice, the kind that usually had people ready to fall to their knees for him. 

But you weren’t just anyone. You were Steve Rogers' wife.

Levinson looked at you like you were a masterpiece that had just caught him off-guard. And he had no idea that the vitamin D that Steve prescribed every day gave you immunity to him.

“...Because I swear, you look like the centerpiece of the whole night.”

You sipped your champagne and smiled, slightly amused at his line. But mostly annoyed. You played along.

“And what kind of art would I be, Mr. Levinson?”

“The kind that gets stolen,” he said, his voice dipping, “and starts wars.”

He stepped closer. You didn’t move back. You didn’t need to.

“You used to dance,” he added, more sure now. “Didn’t you?”

You tilted your head, wondering if he were trying to take liberties because of the kind of dance you used to do.

“I did.”

Ari grinned, eyes flicking to your legs.

“Yeah. I figured. You don’t get a body like that unless you earn it.”

He let the compliment hang.

You offered a polite smile, but your gaze wandered, looking for your husband. You could feel him, Steve’s attention slicing through the room like a live wire.

“I take my craft seriously,” you said. “Always have.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Ari chuckled, gaze dragging down to your thigh, where the slit was working it's magic.

“You’re doing more than that. You should be up on a pedestal.”

Your laugh was soft. But Ari Levinson was definitely not subtle. You lifted a brow.

“You do that with all the art you want? Put it up high where you can’t reach it?”

Ari’s eyes darkened. 

“Only the pieces I know I shouldn’t touch.”

And that’s when the air shifted.

You didn’t see Steve move, but you felt it.

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For a brief moment, that old part of Steve Rogers, the one that used to snap fingers and have a guy thrown into the East River, woke up.

And while Steve didn’t make scenes anymore, he still kept track. Of tone. Of body language. Of intention.

Ari’s intention was obvious. His gaze crawled down your legs like a goddamn snake. Then he had the nerve to step closer and say something about pedestals.

Goddamn pedestals.

Steve downed the rest of his drink in one go and set the glass down with care.

Ari was lucky Steve wasn’t twenty-five and stupid, or there’d be a broken jaw on the floor and some very uncomfortable rich people pretending not to stare.

Instead, Steve moved.

—---

And that was when Ari felt it.

The shift. Like the air dropped ten degrees.

He didn’t even have to turn to know who it was. Steve Rogers. The human embodiment of quiet violence in a designer suit.

Ari didn’t flinch. But inside, he grinned.

Because Steve’s jealousy wasn’t weakness; it was confirmation.

You weren’t just sexy. You belonged to Rogers.

And that made this so much more interesting.

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By the time you turned your head, Steve was nearly on you, eyes locked on Ari like he was deciding whether or not he was worth the trouble.

And god, Steve looked like he wanted to ruin something.

Maybe the dress.

Maybe Ari.

Maybe both.

Your body reacted before your brain had time to catch up.

You were soaking wet.

Ari followed your gaze and let out a low chuckle.

“Oh I see. Now comes the fun part. You're Rogers' new wife.”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, smiling as you twirled the rock on your left hand around your finger.

“And he’s probably two seconds from throwing me off the balcony.”

You smiled.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed again, laughing quietly.

Ari raised a brow at you, full of heat.

“Can’t blame him. I’d lose my mind too.”

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Steve didn’t speak at first. His eyes burned into Levinson, assessing him and making a decision.

Then he was beside you, a hand slipping to the small of your back, his thumb brushing your skin with the kind of quiet, controlled touch that made your stomach flip.

You leaned into him without hesitation, breath catching at the contact, and ruining him.

“Levinson,” Steve said coolly, like he was trying very hard to be civil. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

Ari smiled, knowing he’d stirred something up. 

“Wouldn’t miss it. Especially not with the kind of company you’re keeping.”

He looked at you appreciatively.

Steve’s voice dipped.  “She’s taken.”

“Of course she is, she's your wife.”

Ari said with a casual shrug.

“Didn’t mean anything by what I said.”

Steve gave a slow, tight-lipped smile, the kind that didn't quite reach his eyes. 

“No offense taken. Just thought I’d remind you. Sometimes collectors get a little carried away. Start thinking everything in a gallery is for sale. Just causes heartbreak when they find it isn't. Or a break of some other kind.”

Ari's brows lifted.

“That a threat?”

Steve leaned in slightly, voice dropping so only Ari could hear. 

“No,” he said, tone velvet-smooth, “That’s a favor. Because if it were a threat, you wouldn’t still be standing here.”

Your breath caught. Steve’s fingers flexed subtly on your hip.

Ari’s mouth twitched into something that might have been a smirk. 

“Duly noted,” he muttered, and with a stiff nod, he turned and walked away.

Steve watched him go, his jaw clenched. You laid a hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating steady and strong.

“You alright?” you asked softly.

He turned to you, some of the fire in his eyes still flickering.

“I’m fine,” he said, brushing a thumb along your cheek. 

“He won’t try that shit again.”

You raised an eyebrow. That made Steve even harder than he already was.

“You didn’t have to scare him.”

Steve’s lips twitched into a crooked grin. 

“But I wanted to. Better than the alternative."

Then, quieter, against your ear:

“You’re mine, Peach. I’ve killed for less than the way he looked at you, nevermind what he said.”

Your eyes widened as he smiled at you dangerously.

“Don’t worry about him Peach. I’m not going back there.”

You searched your husband’s beautiful blazing blue eyes.

“But do you think Ari Levinson was the only one watching you tonight? I’ve counted six men, and three women, who looked at you like a goddamn invitation.”

Your breath caught.

“And every one of them,” he continued, his fingers tightening slightly, “will go home and dream about something they’ll never have. But I’m about to have you, right under their noses. They will hear you some apart for me, even if they don’t quite know what they are listening to.”

Steve read your face, leaned in close, and whispered low against your ear.

“Come with me. Now.”

—--

Steve pulled you onto the balcony. He was controlled, but burning at the edges. The city glittered behind him, but his world had narrowed down to you. 

He didn’t look at the skyline. He looked at your mouth.

Your body.

Your eyes.

Like a starving man deciding which part of the feast to devour first.

His control was a tight thread, stretched thin, and you could feel it in the way his eyes burned into you like he needed to prove something.

Not to Levinson. But to himself. 

To you.

To prove that no one could look at you the way Ari did. That you were his. His alone. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered against your ear, his breath hot and rough.

Your stomach fluttered. The look in his eyes wasn’t just hunger, it was laced through it was the kind of darkness you’d only seen when someone threatened what was his. 

Like in Atlanta.

“You feel that, Peach?” he murmured, voice thick with hunger. 

You thought he meant his hard cock pressed against you. But he didn’t.

“The air. The view. The way I’m about five seconds from fucking you stupid against this wall?”

Your breath hitched. Your body leaned into his instinctively, the cool stone of the wall behind you, and heat radiating from the wall of muscle in front of you making a heady contraction.

He didn’t wait for permission. One hand gripped your jaw, tilting your face toward him roughly while the other slid beneath the high slit of your dress, calloused fingertips ghosting along your inner thigh until they met your soaked lace.

“God damn, sweetheart,” he growled, nostrils flaring. 

“You’re already soaked. Is this for me, or Levinson?

Your eyes flashed at him.

"Steven..."

Steve laughed, confident of your devotion.

"I'm kidding, Peach. You get off on me being weak for you, don’t you? On being mine?”

“Yes,” you whispered, shameless about it.

“Say it again,” he demanded, slipping your panties aside and dragging a single thick finger through your slick folds.

“Oh, fuck," you choked. "I’m yours. Only yours.”

Steve Rogers didn’t ease into anything, from chasing you, to marriage. He jumped right into the deep end of you.

One powerful motion and your legs were around his waist, back pressed to the wall, his hips grinding against your core.

“You want everyone to hear it?” he asked, cock sliding against your slick pussy, his thick mushroom head catching on your clit and teasing you until your toes curled.

“I want you,” you gasped, voice breaking. 

“Show them. Show me.”

Steve swiveled his hips, and then he was inside you.

Not gently. Not sweetly. But deeply, completely, fucking you like his sanity depended on it.

Every thrust was brutal affection, devotion turned into rhythm. 

The sound of your bodies slapping together echoed off stone and glass. His lips were at your throat, teeth scraping skin, leaving marks that would be unmistakeable to anyone who saw them. Neither of you cared.

He gripped your thigh, his thumb circling your clit and devastating you.

“You were made for this,” he growled. “Made to take me. Look how perfect you are when you’re full of me. Dripping for me. Squeezing the shit out of me.”

Steve pumped and the sounds were obscene as his cock sleeked in and out of your sopping wet channel. Your wetness dripped down your thighs and his balls and you didn't care as long as he kept hitting that special spot.

You couldn’t speak. You could only moan, clinging to his broad shoulders while he shattered every ounce of restraint you had left.

“You wanna cum?” he whispered against your lips.

“God, yes…please….Steve....”

He slowed, grinding into you deep, keeping you on the edge while you whimpered. Begged.

“Right here at the party like this? With me buried inside you, showing everyone who the fuck you belong to?”

“Yes, please….I can’t…. I need….”

“Then do it, baby. Let go. Cum for me.”

You shattered on command. 

Lights danced behind your eyes as your orgasm ripped through you, his name a chant falling from your lips. He followed with a moan, hips jerking as his hot cum spilled into you, claiming you all over again.

And when it was over, when your bodies were still pressed together, trembling from the aftershocks, he kissed your forehead with a tenderness that ruined you as your combined fluids ran down your legs.

RIP to his pocket square, because that’s what he used to kneel and clean you up. 

You felt owned, treasured, and marked.

And safe. Always safe.

“You did so good for me, Baby.” 

Steve stood back up and murmured it against your lips tenderly, disposing the expensive, ruined piece of fabric in the nearest receptacle.

“So fucking good. You’re everything, Peach,” he whispered.

“And I want the whole fucking world to know.”

Your legs wobbled, your pulse was wild, but his hands were right there again, steadying you like nothing had happened.

Like he hadn’t just fucked you against the wall with the city’s elite in the next room.

He leaned in, lips ghosting over your ear as he whispered, “You good, Peach?”

Your cheeks flushed.

“I don’t think I remember how to walk.”

Steve chuckled smugly and kissed the top of your head. 

“You don’t have to. I’ll carry you if I have to.”

You rolled your eyes, but he was already taking your hand, tugging you toward the door with that cool, collected gait he wore so well.

“Show off.”

He smiled angelically as his other hand slipped easily into his pocket. Steve Rogers looked to be the epitome of cool as he held the door for you, letting you step in first.

Murmured conversation resumed around you along with laughter and the clink of crystal. It was as if nothing had happened out there.

You were breathless. Floating. Smiling. And yes, proud.

But you froze when you saw Nico standing just a few feet from the balcony entrance, half-tucked in the shadow of a tall plant, arms loosely crossed. His posture was relaxed, his gaze scanning the room, alert and cool as ever. But you knew that he’d been there.

The whole time, standing watch while you and Steve had done the deed on the balcony.

Your mouth went dry.

Steve must’ve felt your body tense, because he leaned in, his lips brushing your ear.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” he murmured.

“He didn’t see anything. He was just doing his job.”

You looked back at Nico again, half-expecting judgment or amusement, but he didn’t even meet your eyes. His face was impassive. Professional. Not a flicker of reaction.

Still, your cheeks burned.

------

Ari's head was on a swivel ever since he watched you and Steve disappear out to the balcony. And he knew, he fucking knew what was happening.

He had to hand it to Rogers, he knew how to handle you. And how to brag without saying a word. Lucky sonofabitch.

When you came back into the party, your skin was flushed and you walked a gait that hadn’t wasn't present before. Your glow wasn’t just expensive highlighter, it was the kind of post-fuck radiance that could’ve lit up half the damn city.

Ari caught your eye and smirked. His gaze dragged slowly down your frame before flicking toward Steve. 

He raised his glass, an amused smile playing at his lips.

“Everything alright out there?”

Steve didn’t blink.

“Peach needed some air.”

Ari’s gaze lingered, and you saw Steve’s jaw tense just a fraction. His fingers brushed your lower back, subtle, but firm.

Mine.

You felt the wetness still between your thighs, the slight ache in your hips, and the delicious throb of where his mouth had left proof of his devotion on your neck.

You reached for a champagne flute from a passing tray.

“You’re glowing, Mrs. Rogers,” Ari said with a knowing smirk. 

“I hope you weren’t out there dancing without music.”

Before you could answer, Steve’s hand slid from your back to your hip, resting there with deliberate weight. 

“She doesn’t need music to dance.”

Ari’s brows lifted and his eyes flicked to your legs and lingered. 

You felt Steve stiffen slightly, and you slid closer, letting your hand settle on his chest in a silent reassurance. He relaxed a little under your touch, but his possessiveness was still there.

Ari took another sip of his wine and turned away, disappearing into a knot of collectors and critics.

The conversation shifted, the moment passed, but the electricity between you and Steve didn’t.

He leaned in, his lips brushing your temple. 

“You’re mine, Peach. Every single inch of you.”

“I know,” you whispered, eyes fluttering closed. “And I love it.”

“I want them all to know it.”

You tilted your head back, eyes gleaming. 

“Then maybe you should dance with me.”

Steve raised a brow. 

“Out here, or back on that balcony?”

You smirked. “Both.”

His laugh was loud.

“Goddamn, I love being married to you.”

He offered you his hand again this time not to steal you away to the dark again, but to show you off under the lights.

And as he led you onto the dance floor, every guest including Ari Levinson, was left wondering what the hell kind of magic it was between you and Steve Rogers.

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Poly!141 x Reader - Stop The Wedding (Part 4)

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Kyle stood with his arms folded across his chest, completely and utterly baffled at his partner's actions. 

John had been gone most of the afternoon but came in a few minutes after Simon and Johnny had left to go food shopping. 

In the captain's hands was a familiar takeaway coffee cup that Kyle recognised far too easily. 

And then Johnny and Simon returned with identical takeaway coffee cups.

Now they were all sitting in front of Kyle in the living room and he felt like a teacher scolding children. 

Both John and Johnny wore a solemn look on their faces; like kicked puppies. 

Simon, despite his nonchalant demeanour, was also evidently sad, it was clear in his eyes, at least it was to the people present in the room.

As much as part of Kyle wanted to be sympathetic to them; he was mainly just angry and  hurt. 

Angry because this is exactly what he thought would happen if he went to go and see you himself. You were clearly happy. That was good. He’d meant what he said to John that morning, you deserved it, especially after the pain they put you through. 

But he knew it would twist him up to see you happy about someone else. 

Which is why he made quick work of distracting himself so that he didn’t think about you. 

He thought the others were doing the same; but he was clearly wrong. 

Which is also why he was so hurt; because now everyone except him, had seen you. 

Even if they’d come back deflated, they’d at least been able to look at you one last time….

“What were you guys thinking?” Kyle questioned; the sharpness in his voice not unnoticed by the three men sitting in front of him. 

“I was thinking that I wanted to see her,”Johnny replied back; his calm tone only furthering the other Sargents' irritation. 

“And how exactly did that go?” 

Kyle's question was rhetorical.

He knew based on the looks on his partners faces that the interaction with you had gone poorly even without any of them answering 

“Well she wasn’t exactly happy with us,” Johnny answered with a frown. 

“Nor me, she made my coffee wrong,” John mumbled, taking a brief sip of the drink, trying to force himself to drink the coffee, simply ecause it was  made by you.  

“Gave him a raspberry tea, and me something that tastes like grass,” Johnny continued, nodding over to Simon before turning his attention back to Kyle. 

“Well what did you expect?” Kyle scoffed, running a hand over his face in frustration. 

“We can’t let her get married,” John stated firmly; catching everyone in the room off guard. 

“Ye’ve changed your tune from this mornin’,” Johnny said, unable to stop the small smile from forming on his lips, knowing that the Captain was now on his and Simon’s side.  

“I just thought about it….thought about her,” Johns words trailed off as he looked at Kyle; his eyes were soft; hoping that somehow just that look alone would calm him down. 

It didn’t. 

“And what?”Kyle challenged,“You thought that seeing us again was going to make her cancel her wedding?”

Kyle didn’t snap at any of them often; and certainly not at  John; not only was he their Captain on missions, but they also had a close bond and, most of the time the two of them had a similar thought process on things.

Apart from now. 

The room fell silent at Kyle’s outburst; each man trying to work out what to say to him, to help him understand where they were coming from.

“How do you think she felt?” It was Kyle’s own voice that broke the silence; his tone was softer now but there was an undeniable fury in his eyes. 

“She was clear about how she felt,” Johnny retorted back; earning a small slap on the shoulder from Simon; who was hating that they were all arguing. 

It reminded him of when John had told them that he was going to have to end things with you, it caused so many arguments after you’d left. 

It nearly destroyed them. 

And he could see that same pain in Kyle’s eyes, this time it was at their betrayal…Simon wanted nothing more than to fix the situation within the group, but he didn’t know how to. 

“You ambushed her at work!” Kyle seethed. 

“Kyle, breathe,” John said; standing up to try and touch Kyle’s shoulder to help calm him down; hating how worked up he was getting. 

“With respect, John, don’t tell me what to do right now,” Kyle strained, shuffling back a little, away from John's touch. 

“It’s been two and a half years and you guys just popped up out of the blue to see here, like nothing happened.”

The group remained silent, allowing Kyle to continue venting his questions to them;

“Did any of you apologise to her?”

“Did any of you ask how she’d been?”

“Did any of you congratulate her on her engagement and upcoming wedding?”

“Why would we congratulate her?” Johnny countered back; rising to his feet, anger becoming evident in the Scotsman’s tone at the ludicrous words that he’d just heard. 

“Because we let her go; we made our choices and now we have to live with the consequences of them,” Kyle argued back, taking a step closer to Johnny; his words reminding them all that they all agreed to the separation that broke them up, not you. 

“If we see her, and that’s a big if because she’s probably going to try and avoid us as much as possible,” he continued; realising his own rage, as he stepped back away from Johnny. 

He didn’t want to fight with any of them and certainly not physically. 

He needed to go and calm down; to process what had happened. 

“But if for some reason we do see her;” his voice was much softer now as he walked towards the door joining the living room they were all currently in, to the hallway, “we need to act like we’re not still in love with her,”

“I can’t do that,” Simon stated; finally speaking, his tone wasn’t harsh; but it was firm, as though he was stating a fact, “none of us can, not even you, Kyle.”

Kyle was nearly out of the room when he replied back with, “That’s why I didn’t go to see her.”

His reply wasn’t filled with rage; just a sadness that they all could relate too.

Before any of them could say anything else or try to comfort him, he walked out of the room completely, closing the door behind him so that he could go and calm down, before he murdered his partners for their stupidity. 

Leaving John, Simon and Johnny in the room, Kyle’s words still echoing in their ears.

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Boiling Blood

co-creator: @dragonspoems

summary: you wrote poetry during your time on Philos in your and Sylus’ own language; the poems found their way onto Earth and are now highly sought after, working to be decoded and being sold in auctions for billions. When Sylus learns about the poems, he immediately knows who wrote them, recognizing their language instantly. He has now made it his goal to hunt down as many of these poems as he can while simultaneously searching for you. 

content: sylus x f!reader, angst, past-relationship, pre-relationship, poetry, spoilers for sylus' myth

word count: 2,261

a/n: this is my first ever time posting on tumblr so i hope you enjoy!! i have some more fics coming in the near future(fluff, i promise-) also HUGE thank you to my amazing friend and collaborator @dragonspoems who not only wrote the poem in this fic but also gave me the idea for this fic!! go show them some love! this fic was also posted on ao3

first part is from sylus' POV

Appearances can be deceiving. For example, on the outside, one may see a violent lion, while on the inside, there is simply a shaking kitten. On the outside, one may see a calm, collected, well-kept man who sips occasionally on the venue-provided wine; swirling it around his glass in boredom. On the inside, his mind is racing, his eyes scanning the crowd and glancing back down to the list of goods. His knee bouncing as each item is sold off in a painstakingly long manner. Couldn’t they just get to what was important? What everyone was truly here for? Of course they couldn’t, you have to save the best things for last. 

Sylus watched as other guests whispered to one another, sharing rumors about the ancient writing that everyone was anticipating. They would lazily raise their paddles to pass the time, betting on a much less interesting artifact. A protocore here, a painting there, all while mumbling to their friends about the bits of this writing that had been released to the public. Hushed voices muttering about the beauty, the romance of the words. His beloved’s words. His. No one else’s. They didn’t deserve to read her literature, didn’t deserve to even attempt to translate their language. They didn’t watch from far away when she scribbled in a notebook. They didn’t know how her hands would smell of ink when she touched his face. They didn’t know anything and they never should.

Sylus’ grip on the list had tightened unconsciously to the point that his nails pierced through the paper. It had practically crumpled in on itself, his chest heaving as thoughts spun out of control. The masked twins beside him glanced at one another before leaning in slightly and whispering, 

“Boss? Are you alright?”

Sylus snapped out of his haze, clearing his throat and taking another sip of wine. The twins righted themselves and nodded, knowing to leave well enough alone. They knew better than anyone in here that hell was about to break loose the minute the poem was brought out. There was a high probability that it would end in bloodshed, considering how important this was to their boss; then again, there was always a possibility things could end in bloodshed with Sylus. 

After what felt like hours of waiting, the auctioneer finally grinned and leaned toward the microphone, 

“Now, ladies and gentlemen is the product that I have a feeling the majority of you are here to see. The antique poem is thought to have been preserved all the way from Philos,” guests leaned forward, their interests piqued, “Very few of these pages have been found, and even fewer have been translated from their original language. However, from what we can tell, these poems seem to be the story of beauty, tragic romance, the tale literally as old as time.” The man chuckled to himself, resting his weight on his hands placed on the edges of the podium, “Your faces tell me that many of you are already interested. Since these are so rare, I expect that there will be quite the competition, though we must ask that you all maintain your composure. Now, let’s start the bidding at fifteen million.”

Paddles raised instantly, calling out higher numbers on top of each other. Sylus crossed his legs and let his head rest against the back of his booth, his fingers turning the paddle over in his hand. He’d let them have their fun, wait until the cost had gone up before chiming in. 

“Fifty million from one forty-three, do I hear sixty? Sixty million anyone?” 

Guests continue to holler out their bids, waving their paddles impatiently. The auctioneer spoke a million miles a minute, pointing to each guest as he acknowledged the prices. Sylus remained silent until the bids had risen into the hundred millions. 

“One hundred and seventy million from Mr. Abrams, we are getting up there, ladies and gentlemen, do I hear eighty?”

Sylus raised his paddle, “Two hundred million.” His voice boomed above the others, a few turning to look at the unfamiliar vote. 

“Two hundred million! From Mr…” the auctioneer moved to spot him through the sea of heads, taking the microphone with him, “Mr. Sylus! Such an honor to have you here, sir! Two hundred million from Mr. Sylus, do I hear two hundred and ten? Two-ten, anyone?” 

A paddle was raised. So, they wanted to keep fighting? Bold move. The bidding continued, raising to two hundred and thirty million before Sylus spoke once more.

“Three hundred million.” The auctioneer practically laughed, “Three- three hundred million from Mr. Sylus! Another decent raise! Do I hear three-ten?”

Another paddle raised, “Three-fifty million,” the voice chimed out.

“Three hundred and fifty from this fine lady! Do I hear-”

The man didn’t get the chance to finish before Sylus cut in, “Four hundred million.” The woman who had placed the previous bet, turned from her seat to glare at Sylus, earning a smirk in response. 

“Four hundred million! The heat is cranking up here! Do I hear four hundred and fifty million?” The man strolled to the edge of the auction block, grinning as he spoke.

A paddle raised.

“Four hundred and fifty million from Mr. Abrams! Do I hear five hundred?” At this rate, it would take an hour to get the poetry. All Sylus wanted was something to remember her by, anything from his past life to cling onto while he searched for his beloved. Something to keep him sane in the meantime. He’d indulged them for long enough and now his patience was wearing thin. Sylus raised his paddle once more.

“One billion.”

More guests turned their heads, whispering to themselves as to why the leader of Onychinus would want a piece of poetry so bad. The auctioneer clapped dramatically, trying to excite the room, even though he had asked for the opposite moments prior. “One billion! Now that is an offer of the century. It’s going to be hard to top that, folks.”

“One point two billion.” The man from earlier–Mr. Abrams–raised his paddle, eyeing Sylus as he did so. 

Oh, so that’s how you want to play. Sylus held his paddle up before the auctioneer could even point to Abrams, “One point five.”

“One point seven.”

“Two billion.”

“Three.” 

The auctioneer chuckled wearily to himself, “Gentlemen, please, wait a moment for me to-”

“Ten billion.” Sylus carefully put his gun on the table, pointing the barrel in Abrams as he crossed his arms. His right eye glowed with such intensity that it made Abrams shiver on the spot as if Sylus could kill him with a mere stare. He probably could. The twins unsheathed their weapons, a silent warning, and had the man closing his mouth before he could voice another offer. It was time to shut up. Mr. Abrams turned back to face the auctioneer, placing his paddle down with a hmph! His wife muttered something bitterly to him.

The auctioneer let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in, “Ten billion from Mr. Sylus! Do I hear any higher offers? Anyone? Ten billion, going once, going twice? Sold to Mr. Sylus for ten billion! Congratulations, my good sir!” 

He continued moving on with the next item, but Sylus couldn't care less; he had gotten what he came here for. He rose, taking the last swig of his wine and placing his gun back into its holster. With a flick of his hand, the twins stepped back, allowing Sylus to walk towards the backstage area. A few guests stood to block his path, turning to him with pleading gazes.

“Mr. Sylus, surely I can offer you a much better deal to take the poem off your hands. I could even pay you back the ten billion you lost!” A man stepped forward, his hands clamped together as he spoke.

A woman beside him scoffed, “Please! You don’t even have half that amount,” she stepped towards Sylus, purposefully bumping her shoulder against the man’s before caressing the Onychinus leader’s arm, “I can give you money and a good time.” 

Sylus grimaced in disgust, pulling his arm away as another guest behind him chimed in, “I’ll give you my first-born daughter! A-and any valuables you want!” 

“I’ll give you my daughter and my wife!” a voice spoke from somewhere in the crowd, quickly followed by a slap and a woman yelling in a foreign language. 

The first woman tugged at his sleeve again, “Mr. Sylus, please! Just reconsider and I’ll make it worth your time!” 

Sylus pulled his arm away for a second time and glared at the crowd surrounding him, a red mist pushed through the mob, forcing them to make a path for him. “You’re all pathetic, you sit here and let people piss on you without even the courtesy of calling it rain,” he strode through the swarm of guests that were still whispering offers to him, the twins following close behind him. The auctioneer seemed to be frozen in awe, unsure of how to proceed with the event. When Sylus reached the curtain that separated the backstage from the rest of the room, he turned to his henchmen, “Make sure they don’t disturb us,” and with that, he disappeared behind the fabric. 

The auctioneer let out a nervous chuckle, “Ladies and gentlemen, please return to your seats so we may continue with our schedule,” disappointed mumbles filling the silence as they complied. 

Behind the curtain, Sylus had been led to a private sitting room, where he awaited for the staff member to bring him his winnings. The flickering glow from the chandelier cast warmth through the room, hugging him in a mellow embrace. He crossed his legs, tapping his foot impatiently against the carpet. He could be wrong, the poem may not be what he thought they were. It could all be just a coincidence, every ounce of his past life was truly lost to a wind he would never feel again. Sylus grit his teeth and glared down at the rug, thoughts racing. 

A knock on the door interrupted his pondering, the woman that had escorted him stepped back into the room with a smile, “Your purchase, sir.” She handed him a leather binder with gloved hands and stepped back against the wall. 

He waved a dismissive hand at her. She bowed, seemingly disappointed, “We thank you for your appearance,” and with that, he was left alone. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding in, opening the binder with a shaky hand. A yellowed and faintly crinkled paper sat in a sheet protector. With careful fingers, Sylus pulled the paper from its film, rubbing his thumb over the familiar texture. He had recognized the handwriting immediately–it had been ingrained in his memory for as long as he could remember–the poem was exactly what he had hoped it was: one written by his beloved. Biting his lower lip, he read her scrawls, 

It’s been years, and yet I still couldn’t explain the ache, from what I was, my very essence. It was painful to contain it. 

It hurts so damn much, going through days knowing what fools I am surrounded by. They don’t know anything yet, born with silver spoons in their mouths, not a gem in their eyes. 

I wished to be like them. Ignorance is bliss to the things I’ve seen, letting them take more–all they think they need. 

Yet his voice, a devil’s call, to grow back my claws, to be the one he fell in love with, to be the one I am, the one I unforgivably was.

I knew that call. I knew that need–the need that claws inside of mine–to let the world be filled with traitors’ screams.

Killing what was mine, forcing my hands into the fire of unbeknownst burning in his chest. 

I hated him, loathed him for it, for he knew who I was–a beast, a creature within that wanted their blood, wanted to dance on their graves for all the wrongs they have done. 

Something in my mind telling me he was, he is mine, and mine alone. He belongs. I belong to no one but us, and the spirits of our own, souls of the same kind.

They banished and looked away, laughed and smiled, celebrated the unbecoming of something that was mine and mine alone. 

Soon enough they will know. They will find what they have done, through my everlasting boiling blood. 

I cannot blame him for what he did, for it is as well the doing of mine.

Sylus stared at the paper, biting his lip harder, blinking rapidly to banish the tears threatening to spill. He took another breath, cleared his throat, and looked down at the initials that sat at the bottom of the page. Your initials. Because it was always you, and it will only ever be. The only one he would spend billions on to read a few lines of poetry. 

Sylus gripped the paper tighter as if it would disintegrate in his very fingers, the same way he once had, lifetimes ago on another world. He gazed up into the flickering light of the chandelier; his mind had been made up the moment the fragments of his soul had blown through that breeze so long ago. He was going to find you, no matter how long it took. He would wait centuries, traverse hellscapes, die as many times as he needed to, to find his way back into the arms of his beloved.

a/n: thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it

[vettelsvee]

DON'T BELIEVE WHAT THEY SAY | Oscar Piastri

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summary: reader is quite insecure about herself due to fans and paps comments, and oscar tries to comfort her

word count: 1206

warning: wait till the end and tell me if you'd like a part 2 *kiss kiss*. reader feeling insecure about herself and thinking she's not good enough (remember: you are good enough, don't hear what others say!). use of y/n. corrected the translation at almost 1am so i apologize if there are mistakes

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After a long day in the paddock, and after a race that was supposed to be the highlight of the season but ended in a DNF for Oscar, your boyfriend decided to cheer both of you up by inviting you to have dinner in a fancy restaurant. You have been in a relationship for several years since you both were high school sweethearts, so sometimes the romance wore thin. Today, he wanted to give his best after a day worth to forget.

Lately, he had noticed that your behavior was a bit strange. You seemed uncomfortable with yourself, and your self-esteem was at an all-time low, judging by the unpleasant comments you had been making lately about herself. Moreover, the media and "fans" criticism didn't help either, as paparazzi and journalists had been harassing and spreading rumors about Oscar cheating on you, or that you have been gaining too much weight for Piastri’s liking. All of them, among others, were damaging your relationship slowly. 

For those two reasons, and because he felt like changing the scenery after the weekly training stress, Oscar told you that you would go out to enjoy a peaceful dinner. He was conscious of all of those criticism, and he was going to remind you how special you were to him and most of it, how perfect you were for him. Also, that you shouldn’t give a damn shit about others opinions, specially when Oscar was the one dating and loving you.

Although you initially resisted to go because you didn’t want to be the center of attention once again, you finally accepted because you knew it hadn’t been an easy day for your boyfriend. You dressed in a beautiful electric blue dress he had gifted you for you birthday las year, and decided not to wear makeup and jewelry. However, you still felt nervous. It was the presence of paparazzi, who followed you wherever you went, made you feel increasingly insecure about yourself and your relationship once again.

In those moments, you thought that Oscar deserved a girl better than you.

"Love," you addressed you boyfriend, a bit hesitant. "Do I look fine like this?"

"My God, Y/N… You're perfect. You always are."

You looked at yourself in the mirror once again. You tried to fake a smile, but you didn't like what you saw in front of you.

"I don't know… I feel a bit ridiculous in this dress," you explained. "Do I look too fat? I don’t think this color suits me very well either..."

"Don't say that," Oscar scolded, approaching you. "It looks amazing on you. Do you remember when I gave it to you? You loved it! You have been wanting it, for months actually, and even though you didn't say it, your face said it all."

"Yes, I remember perfectly, but the problem is that I don't feel comfortable with myself," you continued. "I'm tired of everything that's being said about us and the opinions people seem to have about us. To be honest with you, every day I feel more like… well, that I don’t deserve to be in your life. At least, not as your girlfriend.”  

Oscar sighed. He knew you were right. He was pretty conscious about the media and obsessive fans’ behaviour towards you, and he didn’t like that part of fame either, especially when it was for no reason, and because they had no right to comment on your relationship, which was definitely private, but not secret.

You started to cry shily. He did nothing but hesitate to hug you and make your head rest on his chest. He immediately starting to stroke your hair while gently rocking you from side to side, trying his best to calm you down.

"That shouldn't worry you because you're the most important person to me," he assured you. "I love you just the way you are, for the worst and the better, and I’ll keep doing so every day for the rest of my life, ok?."

"Yeah, I know," you said, pulling away from him quite angrily, "The thing here is that I don't care about what you think, but what other people think. I hate that there are people who are spending their free time, or not so free, making theories about us as if we were a Marvel movie!t”

"Darling..."

"Don’t," you exclaimed, interrupting him, "I understand, and I respect, that you're a public figure, but that doesn't mean I can't be tired of the treatment I receive from girls that are in love with you! Aren't they such big fans of yours, and do they admire and love you so much, that they can't have a minimum of respect for the person you share your life with?"

Oscar knew you were right.

"Don't let that worry you," he explained. "What matters is that you and I love each other, and it's not a fake relationship like many out there, so don't let the negative comments affect you. Remember: those people don't deserve even a second of your thoughts."

"Well..." you replied simply. "It's difficult, Osc… I feel like people are analyzing and judging me all the time, no matter what I do."

Your boyfriend sighed again. He didn't know what to do to calm you down. Seeing you hurt made him feel really bad. Although he was familiar with the daily attention and hate comments, it didn't mean you, his girlfriend, had to get used to them. He felt frustrated and worried for you because, even though he knew you were aware that negative attention was part of the deal you signed when you started dating back in high school, it didn't mean you weren't bothered by seeing the love of your life being constantly mocked.

Oscar started thinking what to do. He wanted to make you happy, but if going out to have dinner isn’t what you desired that night… 

"What do you think if, instead of going out, we stay here, at the hotel?" he proposed to you. Immediately, you seemed a bit cheered up by the suggestion. "We can order something and have dinner in bed while watching a movie or a series you fancy."

"Really? You don't mind? I'm sure you already had the reservation made, and I really feel so bad..."

"Of course I don't mind," he explained, giving you a kiss on the forehead. "You are the most important thing in my life, so I will do whatever it takes to make you feel better."

Your eyes were still red, but you tried to feel better and fake you were ok. You hugged Oscar and thanked him again for what he just did.

Immediately, you both snuggled up in bed while watching a movie you chose, while Oscar phoned to the hotel’s reception so you could have room service for dinner. Pizza, most specifically, as you wanted it and told your boyfriend.

You didn’t know, but that moment made Oscar the happiest man on earth. He made you smile, even amidst the sadness. However, it was time to start thinking how he could propose to you in a different way because your insecurity, sadly, ruined his plans to kneel and pull the question.

[asnowperson]

Takemiya Keiko interview about Kazeki OVA (1987)

Here's another short interview from platypus's stack of old magazines with cool interviews: Takemiya Keiko talks about Kaze to Ki no Uta Sanctus: Sei Naru Kana in the 1987 December issue of Puff.

Translation is under the cut, and please let me know if you spot my mistakes.

Kaze to Ki no Uta – OVA is finally on sale!

Takemiya Keiko Interview

“It will not ruin your image of the work, so please watch it!”

Let us first hear your thoughts on finishing this project.

Mr. Yoshikazu was sitting at the director’s chair. That alone assured me that everything would go smoothly, and I left everything to him. He read the manga thoroughly and gave the work his own interpretation. I had nothing to worry about. I didn’t have to ask him not to do a certain part in a certain way, or to avoid including too many “risqué” scenes. I can feel that he gave the work the treatment it deserves. Even the animation style was not too flashy and anime-like. The movements were more orthodox. Everything worked out perfectly, so I have nothing to say.

The background art was amazing. Did you ask them to draw them that way?

Both Mr. Yoshikazu and I thought that she’d be a  good fit, and suggested having the same person who was the art director for “Natsu e no Tobira”, but we couldn’t get a hold of her. We found out the reason later: The producer thought she was too slow, and we should give up on working with her (laughs). But when we said that she was the only person who could draw the backgrounds, she was hired to work in the project. However, she was too late to turn in the drafts. We really were in a tight spot. She might have been slow, but she really is an artist. When she can’t draw something, she just can’t. She gave it her all… Even though it was something that’d only be on screen for two seconds… If we couldn’t ask them to do something, I said I should go ahead and do it myself.

So, I gather that you drew some key animation yourself. Are manga and anime too different to draw for?

Both mediums are used basically to capture “movement,” so I think they are the same. You go with the flow, trying to capture “movement”… You think about how original you can express it. That’s a really fun undertaking. For example, even if it’s just a scene of a character turning to look back, if you strive to give it a little touch, you can really bring out an erotic feeling. That’s the stuff I’m talking about. If I had a lot of money, I would dabble more in in-between animation. I now understand why Otomo Katsuhiro-san was so obsessed with it (laughs).

I’ve seen the OVA. It felt like reading one of your works.

Do you think so? I didn’t ask him to do it, but to keep close to the atmosphere of the original work, Mr. Yoshikazu outlined the key points. He put the same things as my drawings in those scenes. But if you looked closely, you could tell that they were different. When I saw the whole thing, I thought “wow, it’s the same!” However, upon closer inspection, I found out that such scenes did not exist in the original. I even thought maybe something was wrong with me. The same also goes for the lines. “Did he ever say that? He might have said that…” But when I re-read, I see that no such line was uttered. I had so many moments like that.

What was the fans’ reaction to this OVA adaptation?

When I said it was happening, I received an equal amount of positive and negative reactions. Well, that’s only to be expected. So, like I thought, only when I said that Mr. Yoshikazu was the one directing it, I saw the real opposition. The animation director was decided on, but the VAs weren’t cast yet. When news of the production got out, I received letters saying “it’s too late, I give up!” (laughs) They said stuff like, “Here we are, so against this idea, but you still say that you’ll do it! I don’t care anymore!” I can say that there are people who definitely won’t watch it. It makes me happy to see the work being loved that much, but when people are that obsessed with it… It’s kind of scary. I sometimes go as far not seeing it as something I myself created. But well, there are still a lot of people who say “I might cry and whine, but I’ll still watch it.”

Can we have Ms.Takemiya, the creator herself, do some advertisement for the OVA?

The OVA didn’t embarrass me, so I’ll keep promoting it. I don’t think it’ll ruin your image of the work. But I know that there are people who are too nitpicky and say stuff like the lines of a character’s profile is kind of off and they hate it, or that their legs are too thin  or that their feet look weird (laughs). In that sense, we paid extra attention to the movement itself and tried to animate the characters in a natural manner. “The Poem of the Wind and the Trees” makes you think of subtle movements, right? We can’t have them move too briskly, and even the fight scene is nothing too serious. Because Mr. Yoshikazu didn’t want to create too vivid of a scene. Rather, he didn’t want it to stink of “masculinity” that much. And people who’ve only seen the character designs might think that they look nothing like the manga, but when they are in motion, they do look like their manga counterparts. As for the voice of the characters, I don’t know the actress of Gilbert, but we have Nobita-kun for Serge (laughs)! People who are into anime will recognize her voice, so they might be a little bit of put off by that, but she doesn’t sound like Nobita-kun here. Not at all! The more you listen to her acting, the more you enjoy it! There are parts that reflect Serge’s character, so I’m really content with the result.

Can we consider this as “episode 1” of a series? Do you have plans for a continuation?

If this OVA sells, it might happen. If this one gets a positive reaction, I think we can make another one. The producer said that’s what he thought would happen. If you ask Mr. Yoshikazu, he says it’ll be at least 6 episodes long, but I doubt that. I can’t bring myself to believe that we can make that many episodes. Anyway, to think that we won’t be working with the staff who brought it to life with such resemblance feels so sad. But I also think that if we ask them to do it again, they’ll simply run away (laughs). We’ve already done Yoshikazu-san’s favorite part right off the bat, so what remains is the hard part. He says he can’t decipher a character like Augu (laughs). Maybe another director might do better.

And what about the future of the story in manga?

There’s the stuff about marriage and children problems, how to reach enlightenment, and everything in-between until Serge’s death. But even if I drew that, that would have no meaning for people who are only here for what Gilbert and Serge had (laughs). I don’t have any plans to draw any continuation for the moment, but one day, if I ever get the chance… If the are conditions right, I think I’d like to draw it.

Can we have your final message for Puff readers?

Watch the OVA. Please do it. I believe that if you watch it once, all of your worries will be washed away.

[cheshireliam]

"The Daily Records: Ring Schwartz & Ellis Twilight" Party Event: Chapter 3

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After lunch, Ring and Ellis exchanged their friendly goodbyes.

Just then, two figures approached.

Nica: … Ring. 

Ring: Nica? 

Darius: It appears your lunch meeting went well. 

Ring: Darius is here too… why are both of you here?

Ring then lowered his voice so that Ellis wouldn't hear him. 

Ring: Are you here for my report…?

Ring: … Ellis is perfect. I don’t think there'll be problems with him becoming family. 

Darius: That’s great. Thanks for the report, Ring. 

While Ring and Darius were talking, Nica turned to Ellis.

Nica: I came to pick my adorable younger brother up because I was worried about him. What did you two talk about? 

Nica: I was watching you from a distance. You looked so close… I felt a little lonely. 

Ellis: Don’t feel lonely, Ring was talking about you the whole time. 

Nica: … About me? 

Ellis: Yeah. He said you’re strong and kind, and that he loves y—

Ring: Ellis, d-don’t!

Cutting off his conversation with Darius, Ring rushed over in a panic to cover Ellis’ mouth.

Ellis: Also, the bag Ring’s holding right now has a sandwich inside that he bought for you— 

Ring: Ellis!! 

Nica: Ahaha! You love me that much, Ring? Maybe you can tell me all about it in detail on our way back.

Ring: It’s nothing important…! See you another time, Ellis! 

Ellis: Mm… see you. 

Ellis watched in silence as Nica and Ring boisterously made their way back. 

Darius slowly stepped toward Ellis, like he was trying to get closer to that side of Ellis. 

Darius: … Ellis Twilight. What do you think of those two? 

Ellis: Ring and Nica? I think they care a lot about each other, and seem to have a close relationship and enjoy each other’s company… 

Ellis: … They’re a wonderful pair of twin brothers, I’m almost envious. 

Darius: Envious…? In that case, why not join Vogel and become a part of our family?

Ellis: Family?

Darius: Yes. If you join us… considering your age, you’ll be the youngest. 

Darius: You’ll have three older brothers — me, Nica, and Ring. 

Ellis: … Fufu, that sounds like it'll be very lively but fun. 

Darius: Right? And as you already know, we all are Cursed Ones just like you. 

Darius: We can understand you better than ordinary people ever will. 

Darius: As family, we accept your curse and the fate that comes with it… we’ll protect you from everything and give you the freedom you deserve. 

Ellis: … What will I have to do if I become part of your family?

Darius: Hmm… there’s no obligation, but I’d be happy if you'd help me achieve my ambition. 

Darius: What do you think, Ellis Twilight?

Darius’ honey coloured eyes contained a warmth so gentle and inviting, it could possibly make almost anyone drawn to him. 

His tempting offer that could fill the emptiness in one’s heart was one that most people would surely say yes to. 

However,—

Ellis was different. 

Ellis: … I’ve thought it through, and I don’t think I can become a part of your family.

Ellis: I only have one older brother, always had and always will. … I can’t think of anyone else as “my older brother”. 

Ellis: Besides… I like everyone in Crown, so I have no intention of leaving for now.

Ellis: … I also have the promise I made with Jude. 

Ellis: Thank you for the invite, Darius. I appreciate the sentiment. 

Darius: That’s a shame. But you can always let me know if you ever get tired of Crown and change your mind. 

Ellis: … There is one method you can use if you want me to be one of your own. 

Darius: What is it? 

Ellis: The three members of Vogel can join Crown. 

Darius: Pfft… ahaha! Indeed, you’re right. 

Darius: — Although, that’s the one method I’ll absolutely never use. 

After parting with Darius, Ellis headed to Raven Ltd. to work on internal tasks. 

While dealing with some troublesome matters, time flew past in the blink of an eye. 

…

By the time Ellis returned to Crown’s castle, the sun had already set. 

Victor: Welcome back, Ellis!

Ellis: … Victor? 

Ellis was caught by surprise when Victor greeted him the moment he stepped through the door. 

Victor: My sixth sense was telling me you'd arrive at around this time! So I thought I'd welcome you. 

Victor: I’m very glad you didn't hesitate to come back to Crown today. 

Victor’s words made Ellis recall what Darius said to him earlier in the day. 

[ Flashback ] 

Darius: Why not join Vogel and become part of our family? 

[ Flashback End ] 

It sounded as though Victor knew everything about the conversation Ellis had with Darius. 

Ellis stared directly into Victor’s eyes that looked like he could see right through him and smiled. 

Ellis: Fufu… I’ll never hesitate to come back. You’re so strange, Victor. 

…

By the time Ellis returned to Crown’s castle… Darius was also finished with his work outside and returned to the palace.

Ring: Welcome back, Dari.

Darius: Thanks. … Where’s Nica? 

Ring: He said he was going to gather information about something, so he headed out a while ago. 

Ring: By the way… how did recruiting Ellis go? 

Darius: He rejected the offer, saying he won’t join Vogel. 

Ring: I see… that’s too bad. 

Darius: … 

Darius: … Say, Ring. Why do you think he rejected it? 

Ring: Why did he reject it? Uhh… 

Ring: … Could it be because of me? 

Ring: If it’s because my attitude wasn’t right when interacting with Ellis… 

Darius: … 

Darius only smiled quietly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. 

Ring: I’m sorry Darius. It’s all my fault…! 

Darius: You did your best, Ring. I bear responsibility too, because I was the one who entrusted you with the task. 

Darius: But… I wonder what Nica will think about the failed recruitment?

Ring: … 

Darius: Won’t Nica be sad about my dream becoming even more out of reach?

Darius: Ring, you poor thing. You’ve been trying so hard your whole life… and yet you produce no results. 

Darius: Because you’re weak, you’re going to take Nica’s smile again. 

Ring: Tell me, Darius. What should I do…? 

Ring: What can I do to redeem myself for this failure…?

At Ring’s pleas for guidance, Darius retired a stack of documents from a locked cabinet. 

They contained names, facial sketches, occupations, and other personal information of several people. 

Darius: … There might be a little difficulty, but could you go silence these people for me?

Darius: You’ll surely become stronger if you do that… and I think Nica will smile again like he used to. 

Ring’s eyes instantly lit up when he heard those words. 

Ring: Got it…! Leave it to me! 

Darius: Pass auf dich auf / See you.

Ring: Alles klar / Understood. 

And with that,— following Rothbart’s whispers, the black swan took flight into the depths of the darkness. 

[princessmaeee]

All for Us Part VI _ Final Part Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

Hello Sweeties ! So as I saw in the votes, you asked for this L A S T par of this story, so there it is ! It's not that long cause I didn't had much to say. I just wanted to do a beautiful and simple end cause I think both deserve it. It wasn't a long Story, but it was long compare to everything I wrote in the last years and I'm proud of myself ! I realised later than the title is kinda bad cause I just made a bad translation from the french but the good title should be '' Everything for Us '' but I will let it like it is cause, Why not. My first Fanfiction in years, my first fanfiction I finishied since my highschool years ( 11 years at least ) and my first published Smut in Years too. Overall I'm proud of myself and I wish I will do more other stories and I hope to be able to finish them all. Thanks to everyone who followed and Love this story. I hope to see you again for other ones !

Tags : @private-vampire - @rafesbunniebby - @ultracoolnobody @chxrrybomb22

You didn't remember what happened after you voted to go home. It was the majority of you. You remembered Thanos voting X too, but after the light off, everything was fuggy. When you opened your eyes, you were on the dirty ground where you were picked when you joined the game. You had a blindfold, well you guessed it was it, who had felt it on your neck. Your feets and wrists were tied up and you could feel the cold breeze of the night. Those bastards let you in underwear in the middle of a street. Luckily for you, You noticed your clothes close to you and after a moment, trying to untie your wrist, you quickly do the same for your legs before putting on your clothes. 

Your phone was in the pocket of your sweater and of course, it ran out of energy. Your apartment keys were still in your jean’s pocket. 

You felt tired and durty. A good bath and 24h hours of sleep is going to be well deserved, but first, you need to check on something.

You go to the nearest convenient store and put your card in the ATM to take a look at your account. Your heart was racing in your chest. What if it was just a dream ? What if they lied ? 

Even if you didn't felt right to be happy, you couldn't stop smiling when you noticed the big amount of money you had in your account. Tears of joy appeared in your eyes, slowly cascading on your cheeks. Finally, The suffering and anxiety will be over. A hand on your stomach, you smiled at it.

«-I promise, You gonna have a beautiful Life…»

Once you got home, as you expected, the door locks were smashed. The guys who were chasing you for money probably entered the apartment while you weren't there.

Stressed, you opened the door and you felt sad to notice how everything was destroyed. This didn't look nice anymore, but you still have to stay there, at least until you could join Thanos or even that guy who messed up your apartment to give him the money. 

Plugging your phone to the charger, you start to clean around as much as you can. 

After a moment, when your house was clean enough for the energy you had, you go back to your phone and noticed a lot of unread messages from the guy who landed you money. Unsure, you text him back a simple ; I have your money. Let meet up Tomorrow.

You also get a Message, well, many, from Thanos. He seemed anxious about you and the baby.

“-Had you made it home yet ? “ -23h07 “-You can come to my place if you want “ 23h12 “-Or I can come over “ -23h13 “-Princess Are you all right ?” -23h20 “-I Got the money from the game. I can send you some if you want. “ -23h22 “-I know your debts are all my fault anyway…”-23h22 “-Seniorita Please answer me. Are you alright ? Is the baby’s fine ??!! ”-23h25 “-If I don't get an answer I'm going to show up at your place ! “-23h33 “-Okey I'm coming !! ” -23h45

You looked at the time : 23h55.  You smiled and answered him 

“-I'm fine, my phone Ran out of power. No need to come over. Go at your place and rest “ - 23h56 “-I want to rest with You. Gonna bring snack. What do you want ? Ice Cream and Pinault butter ?”-23h58 “-Im Fine!! And of course Not, I don't have  any weird pregnancy cravings. “-00h00 “-Not Yet ;) Anyway, still on my way…with snacks”-00h08

Your smile never left your face. Thanos was always really caring with you but somehow you feel like it was different this time, like he really made an effort and it made you happy.

When he arrived, he opened the door as you were still cleaning up the apartment. He looked around, visibly confused by all the mess around.

«-What happened here ? »

You explained to him the problems you got cause of your debts who’s also his or cause of him. Thanos felt bad you had to go traught all this cause of his addiction and helped you to clean as much as possible. Once everything was less messy, you both enjoyed some Snacks he bring and that’s when you realised how hungry you were. He bought you some of your favorite Ramen, chips and little cake. 

He also gave you an envelope with money. It was the exact amount you need to give to the guy you will meet tomorrow. He apologized and insisted you keep it. You felt touched by this and accepted his money.

«-I really want you to keep the money you get from the game for our child. And for Yourself, of course.  -What about your own debts ? -I will figure it out. And I still have some left so don’t worry about me. I want to go back to music and earn money of my own. I want to make you and our child proud. And for something else… -Something else ? Like what ? A home ? It's pretty expensive. -Well, not for a home, but it could be a plan for later. The other thing dépend more on your decision. -which is ? »

You both were sitting on your bed and Thanos got up  to kneel in front of you, gently taking your hand in his. You looked at him, breathtaking. Your heart stops beating for a second before it starts to beat faster. You could feel your eyes feeling with water.

«- Y/N would you accept to be my wife ? »

You were too shocked to answer. Tears flowing from your eyes as you just quickly nod  your head. It wasn't the romantic scene you always dream of, but coming from Su Bong it was the most romantic thing he ever did. Even if you were both exhausted, still in debts and even if you didn’t have a Ring for you, yet, this moment felt the happiest of your life. You throw yourself in his arms, still crying as you repeat ‘’ Yes ! ‘’ Again and again. Su Bong smiled and held you close, gently caressing your hair.

«-My dear and Beautifull Wife, He said before kissing you. »

This relationship with him was a total rollercoaster of emotion, but your love for each other was just too strong to let you away from each other. Faith does good things, sometimes.

The next days goes well, you got rid of your debts, Thanos started to go to therapy to avoid touching drugs again, so did you.

You moved In together, he worked on new music, new songs, starting to slowly go back on stage while you went back to school. You dropped one year ago but you chose an option you really like. It wasn’t easy with the pregnancy and Had to do a lot of home school and take more time.

Life with your Now, fiancé wasn’t alway easy. When he felt the side effect of always being sober you fought a lot, but at the end He apologies and you were understanding considering all the efforts he did for you, the baby and your relationship. Sometime, you fucked to avoid fighting or when Su bon needed a big high. He said you were his new addiction and even dedicated you to a song where He talks about how much He loves you and how you changed his life.

Eventually, you gave birth to a beautiful Daughter. Su bon said once he really would like to have a boy, but when He hold his little baby daughter in his arms for the first time, he almost cried and didn't let go of her. He quickly became over protective with her. He also wrote a song about her and it became a great hit. That’s how He were able to afford your engagement ring.

Your life goes back on track and you feel happy despite what you had been taught with the game. You and Su Bong got a matching tattoo with the number you were during the game as a sort of memorial for the ones who died in there but also as a reminder to yourself to be careful with your money and every decision you will take, cause you never want to live an experience like that ever again.

[aninipanin1]

I am currently listening to classical music, and it reminded me of Your Lie In April, and I suddenly had a thought, so please bear with me:(

Violinist!Reader and Ex!Pianist!Sae who met you in the old music building he used to practice in when he was younger.

For some odd reason, he felt compelled to listen to your spry version of Beethoven's Spring Sonata. It was full of energy and passion, its colour reminiscent of a bright sunny day running through a field of flowers, with nothing but naive thoughts running through the persona's mind.

Personally, he is more of a classical player. Playing pieces from Mozart, Haydn, or even doing some early works of composers like Beethoven or Schubert. It fits his elegant and smart playing more than the passionate and dramatic Romantic era of music.

However, something about the way you translated the usual sonata was different. It felt like you were speaking to him with words, words filled with enthusiasm, joy and weirdly, peace.

It was like a person with a youthful personality, yet a soul and wisdom of an old lady. And simply, because the look in your eyes reminded him of his young self. His young self before he went to Spain to learn more about music and himself, but instead he lost himself, nowhere to be found anymore.

However, that all changed when you stopped playing, and you both started talking for a while. You were annoying, absolutely so. You were helpless, stubborn, and so irrevocably and disgustingly...sweet.

He doesn't like how every time you try to involve him in conversations, never forgetting that he was even there beside you (he had tons of friends do that before) or even making sure to listen to his one liners his heart would start to flutter uncontrollably.

It wasn't a surprise to him to find out you join a few local competitions. You were not bad at your craft and so you deserve to be on that stage of course. However, you do need an accompanist. So you asked him.

At first, he vehemently told you no. Like a huge, capitalized, and bold NO.

He VOWED to never touch that cursed instrument ever again. He had some things to focus on now, such as football. He won't let anything get in the way of that.

However, through a miracle (and a little stubborness from you and a lil alliance between you and Rin) he managed to say yes and went to the event to accompany you.

You were a lil diva with it too, choosing to pick a Mozart piece, knowing full well it was a part of his identity when he gained his fame as a child. Mozart E Minor Sonata No. 21. How long has it been since he even touched any music sheets or read a music note? Years.

He did have like three sessions with you to train the whole piece, but any professional know that that was not enough, especially to win a goddamn recital.

But you insisted, and the performance was a mess. His once calculative, elegant, and perfect playstyle was not even there. Instead it felt like a shrill cry from an infant, preventing everyone to even hear or find your part listenable because the accompaniment was so loud.

But, you did not waver. No, instead, you just smiled before playing even harder and better. Sae was internally panicking though, he has never gone to a recital without atleast practicing a piece a hundred times! What was he doing ruining his already shattered career in music?!

But for a while, at least, he let himself fall deep into the embrace of music once again. And this time, you also awaited him with open arms.

The moment the music ended, the people were still shocked at what they had just witnessed. It felt like a fight. But it wasn't the dog fight kind of sound, but more of a fencing fight between two pros with nothing but respect and admiration for the other.

Itoshi Sae sweated. He felt like he became a little more human in that performance. Like a butterfly coming out of its cocoon.

Has playing ever felt this liberating before?

Then he turned to you, who immediately hugged him in the back stage, thanking him for doing his best even if he was in a stump.

He was supposed to be in a stump. He couldn't write anything anymore, he couldn't even get himself to play atleast one note and whenever Rin would press atleast one note from the grand piano in their house, Sae would look at him with a glare, like a cat feeling threatened as it straighten its tail.

But now... maybe, just maybe. This stump, his period of passionless, dry, and fatal search for his talent and dreams in the wide dessert of life. He found an oasis, one that could bring him vitality and, hopefully, even a direction in life's dessert.

That was all he was thinking about as he kept his eyes on you, bowing and chatting amicably with the staff as the next performance happened.

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[la-muerta]

[ENG SUB + Translation] Hou Minghao's farewell message to Zhao Yuanzhou, 16 Nov 2024

"There's always a breeze or two in the mortal world that can send me on beautiful dreams for 18,000 miles."

This trip in the mortal world is a journey that I, Zhao Yuanzhou, had to make.

A one-word spell: Dream. Now, let me tell you a story...

In the Great Wilderness, everyone knows me, and everyone sees me as the Great Demon that has committed every evil deed, deserving of death. But I made the unexpected choice to enter the fray with sworn enemies, old friends, and new acquaintances, embarking on a new path investigating cases and hunting demons together. To voluntarily sign a contract that decided my death date... most people would think that is an ill-omened beginning. But to me it was a relief, to finally be free of the prison that was of my own making...

Fate bound our demon hunting team together, and as we solved cases together, we got to know each other's true hearts. Some amongst us conquered might with gentleness, some amongst us were full of righteousness, some soft-hearted despite our tough exterior, some are lively troublemakers, some holding on to a true heart. Such a motley crew coming together and the only thing they seemed to be able to agree on was: that I wasn't to be trusted. They know me as Zhao Yuanzhou, but they can't forget all the evil I did as a Great Demon. But it didn't matter since I didn't hold much hope for myself as well, so all these other emotions didn't mean anything to me.

If you asked why I came here, I would tell you it's because I am the Great Demon Zhu Yan, forced to bear the burden of being born as a "vessel". I lost control and made an unredeemable mistake, and only death can eliminate the pain in my heart. Living is torture; Death is the gift of relief. However, I also wanted to give myself a chance at redemption, a boat rowing against the current.

Along the way, the demon hunting team encountered many complicated cases, but we worked hand in hand to solve them and the blades that we had pointed towards each other were turned towards the outside. Sworn enemies became comrades in arms, and as we took one step closer to saving the world, we also uncovered wounds that had already scarred over. As we saw each other's past wounds more clearly, we saw the past laughter that was used to hide the pain. Those who had a responsibility to protect found themselves unable to, those bearing the burdens of upholding the family's honour were just trapped in a dream, and those should have grown up with no worries found their world turned upside down overnight...

If you have a nightmare, someone might comfort you by saying don't worry, everything that happens in a dream is inverted. But what if it's a beautiful dream? Everything I'd experienced felt so real to me. As I journeyed on, I began to get lost in the dream. I started to wonder, what was I going to do if I was the one who lost everyone else in the end? I have to confess, I began to feel reluctant to part with everyone...

The lonely boat travels across the bitter seas, but friendship caused waves to rise in a heart that had died. Along the way, we mended each other bit by bit. What I have experienced is too beautiful for the other "me" to ever understand. The wish to enjoy the passing seasons and happiness of an ordinary life held great hidden strength, so that even though I already knew the ending, I did not give up the struggle. Because of all of you, I was driven not just by my thoughts of despair, but by my desire to protect all of you.

Be it the Great Wilderness or the mortal realm, everything must return to its original path. If you grieve over the fact that Zhu Yan did not get a chance to choose, then I will tell you that it was only a dream. If you are looking forward to embarking on a new journey with Zhao Yuanzhou's companions, then you have to wake up to hear the rest of the story. By the way, don't forget what I said – in the future, when it rains, that means I've come to accompany you. Turn the boat around and think of it as a big dream. On the other shore, someone is searching for me. A one-word spell: Wake.

The days I spent with Zhu Yan/Zhao Yuanzhou, confining myself to my shell and experiencing a life seeking an inevitable end, but I also felt the redemption in the countdown. For an actor, this was a very special creative process. The director's help, encouragement, and trust played a huge role in letting me experience this unique and meaningful role of Zhao Yuanzhou. He gave me a lot of room to interpret the one and only Zhao Yuanzhou, and with this support, I was able to accompany Zhao Yuanzhou through this journey, and finally entrust him to you, the audience, with peace of mind.

Also unforgettable were our companions who were with us every step of the way, and the process of everyone coming together in the creative process is very enjoyable, very satisfying, very worthwhile, and I will remember those scenes vividly. I will miss the Great Wilderness, the Demon Hunting Bureau, and the Kunlun Mountains... places where we left our joys and sorrows. Thanks to Wen Xiao, Xiao Zhuo-daren, Pei Sijing, Xiao Jiu, Ying Lei – because of our little demon hunting squad, Zhao Yuanzhou left knowing he was loved. Thank you to my ride-or-die Li Lun, we didn't forget our oath to protect the Great Wilderness. Thank you to my dear friend Zhao Wan'er, and Grandpa Yingzhao, who gave Yuanzhou the rare warmth of familial affection! Last but not least, I would like to thank all the crew behind the scenes for their hard work over the past few months. I have woken up from the dream, but my heart will always remember.

Signed, Zhu Yan/Zhao Yuanzhou, with remorse but no regrets

[scariusaquarius]

rehab. 40.

Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Winter Soldier! Fem! Reader

Summary: While on a mission to find any more possible super soldiers that were a part of the Winter Soldier program, Steve and Bucky make a discovery in an abandoned HYDRA base that was cleared out a few years prior to their mission. They discover the Reader, a long-forgotten soldier that was still asleep within a functioning cryostasis pod; still awaiting orders. While Bucky isn't happy about it, he is put up to the challenge of helping to rehabilitate the soldier in Wakanda where she may be able to become a person again.

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A/n: I'm so sorry if last chapter felt a bit ooc or counter-productive. It was kind of the point for it to be a big 'wtf' lmfao but hopefully, we'll get some good clarification and THE AVENGERS CAN STOP BEING STUPID. Also, if you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee! If you would prefer to read Rehab on Archive, you may do so right HERE!

This is an au where Bucky joined the avengers but still rehabilitated in Wakanda (sometime before Infinity War [canon divergent cause NOPE]). I am NOT fluent in Russian, so I did use google translate cause I couldn't find a good translator that I trusted. If anything is wrong, PLEASE let me know!! Also, I tried to list as many warnings as possible so you know what the story will contain as chapters are posted. Stay safe!

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Genre: Slowburn, Enemies to Lovers/Friends to Lovers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Humor, Drama, Dark Content Rated: Explicit Warning: Angst, Dark Content: Graphic Depictions of Sexual Assault, Blood and Gore, Mentions of Manipulation, Kidnapping, Canon-Typical Violence, Body Horror, Nonconsensual Body Modification/Scarring, Emotional and Physical Abuse, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts/Ideation, Graphic Depictions of Human Remains, Mentions of Sexual Coercion/Manipulation, Death, Misuse of Drugs/Forced Drugging, Self-Harm (Graphic Depictions and Mentions), Nightmares

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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rehab masterlist. / rehab masterlist 2. chapter 38 / chapter 39

She didn't know exactly where she had ended up, but she was seated in a garden beneath a tree that was bearing a strange fruit she had never seen before. (Y/n)'s breathing was heavy and labored, and she was beginning to feel cold. The familiar sensation of frost crawling over her body had (Y/n)'s mind reeling with fear and forcing a barrage of voices that she never wanted to hear again breaking through her mind again.

Why would the Avengers do this to her? Why would they send her back? Did her progress, her mission, mean nothing to them? After all of that talk about how things hadn't been her fault, that she was a victim who deserved a chance at a normal life...was it all a lie?

They were just like HYDRA. She should have never trusted them.

Her knees came up to her chest, and she held them tight, sobbing into them softly. However, her ears pricked at the sound of footsteps, and she tensed up. Bucky's voice was quiet, and though she was still suspicious, her head slightly lifted to stare at his legs as he addressed her softly.

"(Y/n)?"

"Go away. I should have never trusted you."

Bucky's heart shattered within his chest, but he didn't relent nor give up. Instead, Bucky sat down on the ground in front of her, and he murmured.

"I'm sorry. I tried to tell them that this was a bad idea, I really did."

His voice was broken, a sadness lacing his words that she hadn't heard before, and it only made her more upset. She cried softly, asking.

"Why do they want to send me back? I...I thought that I was...I was being good...I thought they...they wanted me here...to help me...to...to keep me from HYDRA...what did I do?"

Bucky whispered softly, maneuvering to sit beside her as he replied.

"No, no, baby doll, that's not what they wanted to do."

"That's exactly what they wanted to do! You heard them, and you were going to help!"

She snapped, digging her nails into her arms deep enough to begin bleeding, and Bucky begged her softly.

"Please, look at me for a moment."

Despite her not wanting to, (Y/n) glanced at him from the corner of her eye, swallowing thickly as she shook. Bucky's eyes were downtrodden, a sadness deep within them that swirled like a storm, and she was almost surprised by how much the man looked as though he was a kicked puppy.

"I promise you that we weren't sending you back there because you did something wrong. It's not that at all. I didn't want you to go and I still don't. Hell, I want to fight everyone for even suggesting this."

She whispered after a moment of silence, furrowing her brows with confusion.

"Then why? Why do they hate me?"

It didn't seem possible, but the broken pieces of his heart were ground up into dust as he whispered soothingly, gently placing his hand on hers and rubbing his thumb against her skin comfortingly.

"Doll, nobody hates you. We could never hate you. Would you...be open to listening to me and allow me to explain what was happening?"

His touch was comforting despite the suspicion that (Y/n) wore like a safety net, and she nodded wordlessly.

"We found where the rest of HYDRA is, but we can't destroy them once and for all the way we normally do. HYDRA is always one step ahead, and you and I both know that. The best way to end HYDRA is from within. Shuri thought that you might be able to help with this because unfortunately, I can't. HYDRA knows that I'm no longer under their control, but they don't know that about you for sure."

Bucky took a shaky breath as he watched her face contort slightly into an expression of pain, and Bucky continued.

"Shuri knows that you've been making a lot of progress, and we're all proud of you for that. Shuri only suggested using you for this mission because you've become stable...at least, enough for all of us to trust you to succeed in this."

She became quiet, her lip trembling, and she whispered as she shook her head.

"I don't want to go back there...what if I can't get out...what if...what if I...what if I hurt someone again?"

"That's why I am here."

Strange's voice made (Y/n) jolt a bit, and Bucky whipped his gaze to the man who was standing before them both. (Y/n) looked guarded, curling in on herself more as Strange took a seat in front of (Y/n); a stool manifesting beneath him so he didn't have to sit on the ground.

"I am not here to convince you, but to give you the full truth in its' absolute entirety that you deserve...if you are willing to listen."

(Y/n) didn't give him a verbal response, but her eyes glanced up at him, her trembling lessening by the second. Strange took her gaze as confirmation before he sighed and continued.

"The plan is for you to infiltrate HYDRA, but not to become them again. HYDRA wouldn't think that someone that they see as their own would try to dismantle them. Shuri picking you for this...it's not a judgement...it's trust that you will do what's right."

(Y/n) furrowed her brows, hiding her face slightly behind her arms again as Strange continued.

"If you were to do this, then I would place a ward on your mind that would protect you from HYDRA's reprogramming attempts. I would also put reinforcements in place that would protect your mind and keep you emotionally stable."

(Y/n) frowned slightly, wiping her nose with her arm before she asked quietly.

"Like...like a wall?"

Strange nodded, stating.

"Well, more like a fortress with a very skilled sorcerer on the battlements."

(Y/n)'s lips twitched up slightly, and Strange took it as a good sign.

"But I’m not going to do any of that unless you decide it’s what you want. No tricks. No manipulation. No orders. You say no, and I’ll make damn sure Fury and everyone else hears it loud and clear. No mission is worth tearing you apart again."

(Y/n) was surprised by how firm his voice was, and she whispered to him.

"You...you won't...control me?"

Strange shook his head, his expression becoming steely.

"I would be able to tell what is going on, but there would be no control involved. Just me seeing through your eyes and being able to sense if their programming is getting through."

(Y/n) became quiet as she whispered, her lip trembling as she sniffled.

"I just...I just wanted to be better...to...to make things right."

Bucky's voice was full of conviction as he comforted her, saying carefully.

"You are. You are so much better than any of them."

Strange murmured after a moment of careful consideration.

"Just you saying that tells me that you're way ahead than they think you are. You know what you can handle and what you can't, so this is completely your call. I will not allow them to try to sway you if you say no."

(Y/n) then gave Strange a serious look.

"And if I...if I lose control...would you stop me?"

While Bucky didn't pick up on what (Y/n) was implying, Strange did. His jaw clenched slightly, and Strange nodded.

"In order to ensure the safety of the world, yes. I would."

(Y/n) nodded slightly, and she placed her head into her arms. Clutching her arms, she whispered softly in a broken voice.

"I don't want to hurt anybody...but...but I know...HYDRA...they won't stop. They never will."

(Y/n) then looked back up at Strange with a defeated and dejected look as her eyes became watery again.

"I don't know what to do."

Strange looked torn, unsure of what to do or say. Bucky, in turn, glanced at Strange, and the men both shared a look before Strange sighed and said.

"Do what you think is right, but don't push yourself. I'd really hate to have to get on your bad side."

(Y/n) shook her head slightly.

"I don't...I don't want anybody to be ever again...I don't want to become that again."

Strange comforted her then, reassuring her.

"I wouldn't let you if I can help it. I'd remind you of who you are...make sure to replay the memories that you hold close that way you don't lose sight of that. Especially the pretty woman in the sunlight."

(Y/n) head shot up, her gaze wide and mouth agape, and she asked with disbelief.

"How do you...how do you know about Rebecca?"

Strange smirked then and placed his finger to his head quietly. (Y/n) and Bucky shared a look of disbelief, and (Y/n) swallowed thickly before glancing down at her arms. Bucky then murmured finally, keeping his hand upon her shoulder gently.

"(Y/n), you don't have to do this if you don't want to. Just say the word, and we'll tell Fury to fuck off."

(Y/n) was quiet, her mind seeming to wander before she asked quietly.

"Would...would destroying HYDRA make...make everyone safe?"

Strange shrugged.

"From the current threat, yes, but there's always going to be some group of whackjobs that think they're above everyone and need to make it everyone's problem."

Strange let his words hang in the air before he rose from his conjured seat. The seat disappeared in a flash of golden sparks that made (Y/n)'s eyes widen, and Steve brushed his robes free of invisible dust. He murmured to Bucky, glancing between him and (Y/n).

"I'll give you two a moment."

Bucky nodded, and Strange then looked at (Y/n).

"You wouldn't be alone in this if you agree to go on this mission. Although you wouldn't be able to see you, I'll be with you every step. And I can pull you out at any time that you want to stop."

(Y/n) nodded and Strange opened a portal, the gust of wind from his powers brushing against her face and making the leaves of the plants around her rustle. The golden orange sparks danced around in the air, casting her in a pumpkin glow, and Strange said to her gently before he stepped through the portal.

"Remember the sunlight."

Then, Strange was gone. Silence fell over (Y/n) and Bucky, the weight of the situation falling on each of their shoulders again, and Bucky turned to (Y/n).

"Listen, you don't have to decide right now. Hell, you don't even have to decide at all. If you don't want to do this, then you don't have to, alright?"

(Y/n) bit her lip, furrowing her brows as she whispered.

"But...if I don't, then what if...what if someone gets hurt? What if they try to create another me all over again?"

Bucky was firm as he replied, shaking his head.

"Then we'll fight like hell to stop it. With or without you. This isn't worth losing you."

His words were heavy, carrying a weight that Bucky didn't even realize was there, and (Y/n) wasn't sure what to make of them. She wasn't used to someone being afraid to lose her; the person that she was, not her as a weapon. (Y/n) looked away, shaking her head.

"What if I'm the only one who can?"

Bucky was taken back a bit, clenching his jaw slightly before he stated.

"Then we do this together. Strange and I will be with you the whole time. Strange can remind you of who your are...can make sure that you're shielded and your memories are protected...and in the chance that you start to lose yourself or that you start to think you're alone...I'll be there to guide you back."

Bucky's fingers carefully interlaced with (Y/n), making her glance down at their hands as Bucky affirmed to her softly.

"Together."

(Y/n) bit her lip before her voice became a ghost that was complimented by the subtle breeze within the air.

"I'm scared, Bucky."

Bucky was quiet for a moment before he replied softly.

"I know. Me too."

Doctor Strange's words began to echo through her mind like a whispered mantra, his expression engraved into her brain as he spoke.

Remember the sunlight.

Shifting slowly, (Y/n) slipped out the picture of her and Rebecca, untangling her fingers from Bucky's to ghost her fingers over Rebecca's face, and a sudden memory hit her.

She was sitting on a porch that she recognized to be her Aunt Mavis' house from the picture. It was a sunny day; the heat warming her skin and causing the trinkets within the front garden to cast rainbow-like light against the ground. The breeze was warm, brushing against her face that she remembered hurt from smiling so much.

In the background, (Y/n) could hear children laughing and the voice of her Aunt telling them to stay out of the kitchen. Beside her, Rebecca was sitting on the step with her, her journal open and pen scribbling with an urgent fervor that displayed only excitement.

At the feeling of (Y/n) staring at her, Rebecca looked at her and smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear. The sunlight lit up her face, blue eyes turning into a beautiful whitened gold, and she spoke softly.

"Would you like to see what I've written?"

"Well, yeah. What are you writing?"

Rebecca smiled gently, a somber gaze settling on her face as she replied.

"It's a letter...to my brother. I like to write to him every now and then...force of habit, I suppose."

(Y/n) remembered the way Rebecca stared down at the words on the page before she whispered.

"Sometimes, I'll hear the door open, and though I know it's my husband...but there are nights where I hope that it will be my brother coming home finally."

"Don't think like that! I'm sure James will come home at some point!"

Rebecca looked surprised for a moment before she smiled widely despite the glassy sheen within her blue eyes, chuckling breathlessly.

"You think so? He always was a stubborn fathead."

The girls both giggled before Rebecca handed her journal to (Y/n), and she remembered how beautiful her handwriting was as Rebecca spoke.

"There are times where I find myself hating him for leaving, for not writing more, but with the draft, he didn't have much of a choice. And deep down, I always knew he had a drive to do something right."

"What do you mean?"

"James always looked out for the little guys...even when it didn't benefit him. It's just who he is. Always trying to do the right thing...even when it hurt."

Always trying to do the right thing even when it hurt.

Remember the sunlight.

The memory faded, but that familiar warmth of the sun never left her body; chasing away the frost that had been crawling over her. A feeling was settling into (Y/n)'s chest, one that she didn't really understand no recognize, but she was able to discern that it was something...good.

Her eyes fluttered open slightly, and the Wakandan garden seemed more alive than it had before. Sunbeams were scattered all over, increasing the colors of the flowers and the leaves. In a way, it felt safe.

Rebecca's image stayed within (Y/n)'s mind; burning like a fire that began to roar as (Y/n) began to think.

From the moment that she had begun to remember things and saw the picture of herself from before HYDRA, (Y/n) had felt a strange sensation since. It was a feeling that kept bubbling up in the back of her throat; trying to come out and be understood, but then, (Y/n) hadn't known what it was.

Now, however, it seemed that (Y/n) finally knew what it was.

It was hope.

It wasn't the loud and boisterous hope that many knew. It was gentler; quieter; warmer. It filled her body up with such a raging fire that it was the one thing that was keeping the internal cold away, and even though (Y/n) was still terrified and scared of going back to HYDRA, there was a sense of determination coming over her.

Always trying to do what was right...even when it hurts.

"But what if I fail? What if I never...make things right?"

Steve then gently spoke up, his voice gentle as he looked at (Y/n) the way a brother would their younger sibling.

"You can, and you're going to. Everyone here believes in you and wants to help you achieve that. It's not going to be easy, but even if it's hard, we're going to make it."

And then, another voice reached towards her.

"I...want to be good. I want...I want to be me again."

Sam's lips tugged gently, and he gently rubbed her back, the woman flinching slightly before relaxing for a second, glancing at Sam.

"That's just the first step, which means you're already doing pretty good, little lady."

Then, finally, a comforting voice that had her chest caving in with a feeling of yearning as her mother's voice seemed to whisper to her.

'Hush, now, I'm about to tell you. Even if you find yourself walkin’ through the dark, sweetheart… don’t let it convince you that’s where you’re meant to stay. The darkness and mean people can strip a gal of just about everything, but they can’t touch your heart nor your soul, honey. That part’s yours to keep—and it will always find its way back home."

A giggle, and a shushing noise.

"And, honey, if the world ever tries to make a weapon outta you, you make ‘em sorry they ever laid hands on you in the first place."

When the memory faded, (Y/n) took a moment to stare down at the picture in her hands; vowing to never forget. After a moment of silence, (Y/n) looked up at the garden around her; admiring the environment before she closed her eyes.

For the first time in a long time, (Y/n) took a deep breath, and she began to breathe.

A weight seemed to lift from her shoulders; a conviction coming over her from Steve's honesty, Sam's kindness, and her mother's grace, and she finally didn't feel like a ghost that was stuck between the past and the present.

Instead, (Y/n) began to feel as if she was truly real.

(Y/n) (L/n). Not the Winter Soldier; not a weapon of HYDRA.

Herself.

Suddenly, (Y/n) looked over at Bucky. He was sitting comfortably, a knee bent and his arm resting on top of it. His gaze was gentle; patient and kind.

"Are you alright?

(Y/n) just stared for a moment before she nodded and murmured.

"I...I think I understand now."

A confused expression came over Bucky, tilting his head slightly as he waited for (Y/n) to elaborate, and the woman swallowed thickly before her voice came out; not a tremble or shake twinging her voice as it once had.

"I think I understand now what it means to do right. It's...it's not about victory or loss...it's about trying...even when it's hard. Even when it's terrifying."

(Y/n) bit her lip slightly before she whispered, looking down at the picture within her lap once more.

"I don't want to run anymore. I...I want to do good because...because I can. I know I can...even if I'm still unsure of what that might look like. Even if I forget what the sunlight feels like, I want to remember that I chose to stand in it.”

The tears within her eyes finally fell as she looked back at Bucky.

“If what I’ve known—all that darkness—can help stop them, then I want to try. I want to do what’s right… because I believe I can.”

Bucky was in awe; a mixture of surprise and something akin to pride coming over him, and a small smile graced his lips as he replied firmly, his fingers brushing down her arm to clasp her hand within his metal one.

"Then I'm with you till the end of the line."

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STORY NOTES: The scene opens with (Y/n) in a Wakandan garden in the midst of a panic attack. She is angry and in disbelief, questioning why the Avengers would suggest this of her. (Y/n) is feeling betrayed, and she begins to think that she should have never trusted the Avengers and likens them to HYDRA. Bucky comes to comfort her, but (Y/n) is reluctant, telling him to 'go away'. Bucky is remorseful, and pleas with her to hear him out that he tried to convince the Avengers not to go through with asking her to infiltrate HYDRA. (Y/n) begins to ask Bucky why the Avengers would do this, and she states that she thought that she was doing better and that they wanted her to heal. She begins to believe that she has done something wrong, and Bucky is quick to tell her that they didn't want to send her back to HYDRA because they were giving up on her or that she did anything wrong. (Y/n), however, does not believe him.

Bucky begs (Y/n) to look at him, and when she does, she is taken back by how sad Bucky looks. Bucky then says reaffirms that the Avengers did not want to send her to HYDRA just to send her back. He tells her that he didn't want her to go, and (Y/n) then asks why the Avengers 'hate' her. Bucky is completely shattered by this question, and he asks (Y/n) if she would be willing to hear him out. She agrees, and Bucky begins to explain how the Avengers have located the rest of HYDRA. However, he notes that the Avengers can't go after the HYDRA the way that they always have because HYDRA always seems to be a step ahead. Bucky tells (Y/n) that Shuri thought that (Y/n) would be able to help because Bucky is unable to. He makes sure to mention that Shuri knows that (Y/n) has been making incredible progress with her rehabilitation and Shuri thought that she would be stable enough to carry out such a mission.

(Y/n) is skeptical and asks Bucky about the hypothetical of her hurting someone, and Strange makes his presence known. Strange tells (Y/n) that he isn't there to convince her to say yes, but rather to tell her the entire truth about the Avengers' mission. (Y/n) is willing to listen, and Strange begins to explain the potential plan to her. He reassures her that if (Y/n) were to accept the mission, then Strange would place magic wards and reinforcements to keep her mind in-tact and protected from any further traumatic experiences (i.e. shutting her mind down during torture, etc). (Y/n) questions if it would be like a wall, and Strange essentially agrees. He then reassures (Y/n) that he would not do anything unless he had her explicit consent and she was sure that she wanted to do the mission, and (Y/n) clarifies that Strange wouldn't control her. Strange tells her that he would be able to see through her eyes, but no control would be involved. (Y/n) suddenly states that she wanted to be better and make things right, and Bucky tells her that she is 'better than any of them'. Strange says after careful consideration of his words that her stating she wants to be better tells him that she is, and that she knows what she can handle. Therefore, the mission is completely her call.

(Y/n) asks Strange that if she lost control if he would stop her, meaning kill her, and Strange agrees reluctantly. (Y/n) tells Strange that she doesn't want to hurt anybody, but she understands that HYDRA will not stop. She then becomes vulnerable, telling Strange that she isn't sure what to do. Strange tells her to do what she thinks is right. (Y/n) becomes anxious, telling Strange that she doesn't want to become the Winter Soldier again, and Strange reassures her that he wouldn't let that happen. He makes sure to mention Rebecca, and (Y/n) is surprised by this. She asks how Strange knows about her, but Strange just gestures to his head to imply his magic. Then, Bucky tells (Y/n) that she doesn't have to do anything that she doesn't want to, and (Y/n) asks if destroying HYDRA would make everyone safe. Strange agrees, but adds that it would be until the next set of villains decide to show themselves. Strange offers to give Bucky and (Y/n) a moment alone, but cryptically tells her to 'Remember the Sunlight' before he leaves.

Bucky repeats that (Y/n) doesn't have to do the mission, but (Y/n) asks him that if she doesn't, then what if something bad happens. She is worried that HYDRA will try to create another Winter Soldier, and Bucky tells her that the Avengers would do everything in their power to stop HYDRA with or without her. (Y/n), however, asks what if she's the only one who can stop HYDRA, and Bucky states that they would do it together with Strange. He reassures her that he would be with her every step of the way, and (Y/n) reveals that she is scared. Bucky reveals that he is as well, and suddenly, Strange's cryptic message begins to play in her mind. Suddenly, (Y/n) begins to have a memory of her and Rebecca sitting on the porch of her Aunt Mavis' house. She remembers that her and Rebecca were writing together, and that Rebecca was writing a letter to Bucky out of habit. Rebecca opens up to (Y/n) about hoping that Bucky would come home someday, and she goes on to tell (Y/n) about how Bucky always had a drive to do what was right and fight for those who couldn't fight for themselves even when it hurt.

The words strike a chord within (Y/n), and she suddenly realizes that the feeling that kept settling within her since she arrived to Wakanda was hope, and she remembers Steve's words of encouragement that she could make things right and that she wouldn't fail in her mission to become rehabilitated. She then remembers Sam's words to her that her acknowledging she wants to be herself again was the first step and that she was already doing good. Then, (Y/n) remembers her mothers words about not allowing herself to sit within the darkness and that her heart will always find its way home. Moreover, that if the world tried to make her a weapon, that she make the world regret doing so.

(Y/n) comes out of the barrage of memories, and she tells Bucky that she thinks that she finally understands what it means to 'do right'. She says that it's not about victory or loss, but the matter of trying even with it's hard and terrifying. She tells Bucky that she no longer wants to run from HYDRA and that she wants to do good because she can; even if she doesn't understand what that looks like. She states that even if she forgets what the sunlight is, she wants to remember that she chose to stand in it. Finally, she states that if her time in HYDRA can help her to take them down, then she wants to try because she believes that she can do what is right. Bucky is moved by her words, becoming proud, and he simply tells her that he is with her until the end of the line. End scene.

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