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vettelsvee · 5 months

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I DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR WINNING | Sebastian Vettel

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rbr sebastian vettel x schumacher!reader | part 2 here

summary: y/n thinks she's sick from f1 traveling stress, but what if that's not the reason of her sickness?

word count: 992

warnings: hints of having sex. mentions of wishing to die (because reader is sick af). use of y/n

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It was barely five in the morning, and the sun was beginning to rise on the horizon of the city of Berlin. Sebastian and you, without having been able to rest after the German Grand Prix that had taken place just hours ago, were at the airport of the German capital, ready to head to Hungary, where the next Formula 1 competition would be held.

You were aware that following the lifestyle of a high-level racing driver was not easy. However, you didn't think that getting eight hours of sleep or having free time would become privileges that you would have, in part, during the holiday period. Despite the excitement that filled you every time you embarked on a new destination, you had been feeling unwell for several days, and no matter how hard you tried to remedy it, all you did was worsen it.

Seb, who knew you well enough to know that something was wrong, tried not to make a big deal out of it. He knew that you tended to get sick frequently, although the fact that you was quieter than usual and didn't have as much energy as usual started to worry the blonde who, at the moment of takeoff, observed carefully as your face grew paler, while you gripped the armrest of the seat tightly.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Sebastian asked with concern.

You tried to breathe deeply to calm the wave of nausea you were feeling right now.

"Yes," you simply replied, faking a smile. "I just feel a little uncomfortable with takeoff, you know airplanes and I are not friends. Stop worrying, love. You'll see it'll pass soon."

Despite your multiple reassurances, Seb couldn't convince himself. Your eyes reflected how you felt, and he had no doubt that you were hiding something from him to avoid worrying him.To try to relax you, he leaned towards you to leave a kiss on your cheek.

"Sweetheart, I know you've told me you're okay, but if you start feeling worse, let me know, okay?"

You nodded, silently thanking the German for his concern.

Although he tried not to make a big deal out of it, the truth was that as the flight progressed towards its destination, you felt worse, even reaching the point where nausea turned into frequent trips to the bathroom to vomit, and constant dizziness into a desire to faint and not wake up for a few days.

"Seb, I swear… I can't deal with this anymore."

After suddenly getting up from your seat, hurrying to the bathroom trying not to cause too much commotion among the other passengers, you quickly locked yourself in the small cubicle, bending over the toilet to empty everything you didn't know you had inside yourself. Sebastian watched with concern as you fled, trying not to lose his composure under the curious gaze of those present, including a few Red Bull engineers.

“Y/N!”, Seb called out as quietly as he could, anxious because you weren’t responding. “Are you okay? Please, open the door.”

You didn't answer him, which only heightened Vettel's anxiety. He fixed his gaze on the bathroom door, waiting for you to come out and give him some explanation of what was happening.

After what felt like an eternity, you emerged from the bathroom with a completely pale face and a tired look. Sebastian simply pulled her close to his chest and held her tightly in an embrace.

"Love, what's wrong?" he said anxiously. "I need to know what's going on. Things can't continue like this if you're going to keep accompanying me. I'm sure it's getting to you: everything is overwhelming you and..."

Suddenly, you began to cry from the helplessness you were feeling, causing Sebastian to hold you even tighter, stroking your back to help you relax as much as possible.

"I can't take it anymore, Seb. I feel awful. I want to die right now."

"We should seek help," he said, wiping your tears away. "We'll see what we can do now to keep you as relaxed as possible for the remainder of the flight, okay? And when we land, we'll go to an emergency room to see what's wrong with you."

Sebastian then called one of the flight attendants in their area and explained the distressing situation, emphasizing that he wouldn't want anyone to find out to avoid conflicts with both the media and his team. The flight attendant simply nodded and informed them to return to their seats, immediately assisting the world champion's partner.

"Mrs. Vettel, here's some water and an aspirin," the woman kindly offered you. "Additionally, I've informed the crew about your wife's situation," she said, now looking at the blonde, "and they confirmed that if she gets worse, there's no problem in making an emergency landing at the nearest airport."

"I'm not Sebastian's wife..."

"Thank you very much," the driver interrupted, thanking the flight attendant for her assistance.

The German began to laugh at your reaction as soon as the woman left.

"You should have seen your face, Y/N. You can't deny that you didn't mind being referred to as my wife," Seb said, stroking your hair and opening the water bottle for you to take a sip.

The flight continued, and although the nausea had been brought under control, the discomfort persisted. The couple was aware that there was only, thankfully, about half an hour of travel left.

"Darling," Sebastian whispered sweetly. "Close your eyes and focus on your breathing: inhale through your nose, and exhale through your mouth. I'm here, hold my hand."

You followed your partner's instructions, allowing yourself to be guided by his voice, which was truly comforting in those moments, in each inhalation and exhalation. Gradually, you began to feel calmer, and you would even swear that you hadn't felt this way in several days.

Finally, the plane reached its destination. You felt greatly relieved that the flight, which had caused you so much distress, had come to an end as it had left her physically and mentally exhausted.

As soon as your feet touched Hungarian soil, Sebastian made sure that you felt as comfortable as possible before heading to the hotel. Despite the rush Britta, Sebastian's PR, took a moment in some small seats to rest and, as much as possible, recover from the turbulent journey they had just endured.

Although he knew he might hurt your feelings, Sebastian decided to broach the subject with a mischievous smile:

"Love, don't you think we've had enough intense Sunday nights celebrating my victories? Because I think it's led to something good."

At first, you were a bit confused, but a few seconds later you let out a shy and sweet laugh. The driver wasn't lying: sex had become your ritual to bid farewell to the weekend and, above all, as a celebration of Seb's victories that season. Now that you remembered, there were quite a few occasions where you didn’t use protection, so you thought that the possibility was even more up in the air now.

"It could be, Seb," you said with a knowing smile. "If I am, we could have a pretty big problem..."

"Please, love, don't say that," Vettel drew closer to you, taking your hand and gently tracing small circles on it with his fingers. "If you're pregnant, I'm sure you'll be an amazing mother. Besides, I know we haven't talked about this, but I've always wanted to be a father and I can't imagine anyone better than you to fulfill this dream."

Tears began to form in your eyes, and you hurried to wipe them away to prevent your boyfriend from noticing.

"So, what do you say? Should we tell Britta that we need to go to the pharmacy and buy a test? That way we can find out, and if it's a no, we can keep trying," you clarified eagerly. "What do you think about tonight?"

Feeling excited, after you explained the situation to the woman who had become another member of the family, and who, obviously, had been thrilled at the possible news, headed to the nearest pharmacy to avoid arousing suspicions among the journalists and paparazzi, who were lurking around with the intention of getting the latest scoop on the man of the moment.

Alone together and holding the small bag containing the test, you began to feel nervous as they approached their room. Upon entering the suite, you both sat on the edge of the bed, taking a moment to calm themselves before checking whether you would become parents.

"Okay," you said, taking a deep breath, "I'm ready."

After that, you opened the box containing the test and went to the bathroom, where you followed the instructions carefully. Once finished, you placed it on the surface of the sink and returned to where Seb was, waiting for the indicated time to pass to see the result.

You approached your boyfriend, who gently stroked your back once again to comfort you. He knew you were nervous and scared. He felt the same way.

"Whatever the result is, I'm grateful to have a woman like you in my life. I'll be by your side no matter what, ok?" Sebastian reassured you.

Tears filled the your eyes again, and as you looked at your watch and saw that the waiting time was over, you ran as fast as you could to the bathroom, followed by an anxious Sebastian.

Quickly, you took the test in your hands and saw the result:

"It's positive!" you shouted, your voice trembling. "I'm pregnant, Sebastian!"

A wave of emotions engulfed you both, not knowing what to do except to embrace tightly as you felt a mixture of astonishment and joy, as well as uncertainties about what could happen from that moment on.

"Well, it turns out that in the end I'm not just good at pointing with my index finger when I win," Sebastian teased you mischievously.

"I find it surreal that you're making dirty jokes after finding out we're going to have a child."

"I guess," the driver continued playfully, "we'll have to tell this little one that his dad is a two-time, for now, Formula 1 world champion, and that his mother is a champion in other aspects."

You laughed at your boyfriend's quips, finding them unbelievable.

"Come on, Seb, don't act modest now saying you didn't have merit. You know perfectly well that I motivated you quite a bit during those baby-making sessions."

"Of course, I'm not saying otherwise," the German continued jokingly. "I'm sure the baby will become the royalty of Formula 1. Who wouldn't want to have Vettel and Schumacher genes?"

Both of you burst into laughter, filling the room, giving way your thoughts on how you would tell your families, the media, your respective coworkers... Especially, you spent a few minutes sharing your expectations about what your life would be like from that day on.

"Miss Schumacher and future Mrs. Vettel, let me tell you that now that we know we're expecting a little miracle, I propose we celebrate it in a more... intimate way."

"You can't even give me a day's break, can you? I don't know about you, but I'm convinced my father wouldn't find it amusing to hear his daughter screaming to ask her boyfriend for more," you said, knowing your father would be in the adjacent rooms.

"I know," Seb simply said, "but I’ve won in life, and I don't apologize for winning."

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woso-dreamzzz · 9 months

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Interruption

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

*LIGHT HARDERSSON SMUT*

Summary: You interrupt your mothers at a bad moment

There's so many upsides to you and Pernille living in London. Too many for Magda to even count but, this, this by fair is one of her favourites.

"M-Magda," Pernille whines as Magda ruts into her, her nails dragging down Magda's back.

Magda continues to thrust, hitting all the right spots. Despite the distance, she still knows Pernille's body like the back of her hand. She knows how to get Pernille to whine and clench around her strap.

One of Pernille's hands clamps around Magda's neck, pulling her closer so they can kiss. It's wet and sloppy, all tongue and no finesse, months of pent up tension finally coming to a head.

"Magda!" Pernille whines again, her legs going to grip Magda's waist, pulling her ever closer.

"Are you close?" Magda asks, nibbling at Pernille's pulse point and punctuating each word with a hard thrust. "I'm close. If you want to cum, you have to do it soon."

"Don't tease." Pernille grasps at Magda's hair, tugging her back down to kiss. "Or you'll be on your back again."

The idea is appealing. One of her favourite images is Pernille riding her, pinning her down with a hand on the chest.

"Do you want that, Magda?" Pernille nips at her pulse point, her tongue languishing over the red mark. "Do you want me to ride you? If I do, then it might be you who doesn't get to cum."

Pernille's words are teasing but Magda knows they hold a grain of truth.

Pernille's ruthless when she's riding, intent on nothing but her own pleasure and she always looks so beautiful doing it that Magda can do nothing but watch in awe.

"Well, Magda?" Pernille taunts, her hips rolling," Should I ride you?"

Magda's so tempted to agree but she just redoubles her efforts, her hands moving to grasp Pernille's hips so she has enough purchase to properly thrust.

"Oh?" Pernille says, voice low as she bites at Magda's neck again," So you are capable of making us both cum?" She grinds down on Magda's strap. "Get to it."

Magda moans, loudly and she picks up her pace causing Pernille to throw her head back in pleasure.

They're both so lost in each other that neither notices the door being pushed open and you slip inside. You're still half-asleep, rubbing at your eyes with your hair sticking up in odd directions.

You yawn as you waddle towards them.

You tilt your head to the side. Momma is on her back on the bed, her wrists pinned over her head by one of Morsa's big hands. Morsa is sitting on top of her, frantically moving her bottom half and causing Momma's body to jolt.

"Morsa, Momma," You say, still sleep-addled and tired," Why're you naked wrestling?"

Morsa lets out a long string of Swedish that you know you're not allowed to repeat. She rolls off of Momma and off the other side of the bed, frantically tearing at something on her waist.

Momma's clutched the blankets to her chest and has caught you by the arm to stop you from investigating what Morsa's doing.

"Princesse." Momma's words are panted out and breathless. "What're you doing here?"

"There's a monster in my wardrobe," You reply dutifully though you stand on your tiptoes to see if you can peer over the bed to find out what Morsa's doing," It's going to eat me."

Morsa pops up from the other side of bed, buttoning up her sleep shirt and hurrying around to grab your hand. "Well, why don't we head on back to your room and I'll scare it away?"

You give her a look. "Momma says monsters go away on their own," You tell her," It'll eat us if we go back. I sleep here tonight."

Momma and Morsa exchange looks and Momma clears her throat.

She's still holding the blankets to her chest as she reaches out to you, one hand coming to cradle your cheek. "Princesse," She says softly," England monsters are different to German monsters. Why don't you let Morsa scare it away and tuck you back into bed?"

You stamp your foot. "Can't go back just in case!"

Morsa sighs. "Listen, princesse," She crouches down in front of you. "Sometimes, the monsters disappear as soon as your eyes close. I have a feeling that's what'll happen today. So, why don't we get you all snuggly in bed?"

You nod, allowing her to take your hand before you say," In the Big Bed."

"Princesse," Morsa tries again as Momma begins to pull her pyjamas on," We're a bit busy in the Big Bed at the moment. Momma and I-"

"Naked wrestling," You answer," You shouldn't wrestle. It's mean."

"Princesse-"

You pull away from her and tug yourself up onto the Big Bed, crawling over to your usual spot in the very middle before flopping your head down onto Momma's head.

"Night-night."

"Hey, wait a second-"

"Magda," Pernille says softly," She's already out."

"Do you want me to put her to bed?" Magda offers even though she's already climbing back into bed again and tucking you in nice and tight.

"I think the mood's ruined," Pernille laughs, smoothing down your hair," We better just leave her here."

Magda jokingly sighs like she's being inconvenienced. "Well, if we must."

#woso x reader #hardersson x reader #pernille harder x reader #pernille harder #magdalena eriksson x reader #magdalena eriksson #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso #The Big Adventures Universe

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triannel · 30 days

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OMG HI! would you be able to yet AGAIN continue your bill drabbles?!! IM LITERALLY OBSESSED HELP?? how would he react when someone else begins to pursue reader? 😨

Greetings, and here you go, a part 3 of what I've now titled "Feelings".

-Bill has quite a big ego so he won't exactly panic once he catches wind that someone is trying to also capture your heart.

-He has all the aces, all the cards and what not, he knows you'll most indefinitely choose him in the end...well that's what he tells himself at times. Deep within his mind though, he is a little bit worried. Truth be told he does know how messed up and weird he is, he just doesn't seem to care, in fact he embraces it, but he knows you may not exactly see that as a positive trait.

-Once you do start showing interest, (platonic interest), on the person, he will become jealous. How dare this miniscule being try to take you away from him.

-Even though you have confessed to Bill already, showing even a slight bit of interest, (you're being friendly), towards the pursuer will perhaps trigger Bill's jealousy.

-Soon, he will start to act out of character when he's around you, expect a little whining here and there about not spending enough time with your good pal Bill. He will also try to destroy your image of that person, perhaps by saying awful tidbits about this person and why you should stop speaking to them.

-Bill would also turn to desperate acts too, if it is required for him to do so. If that person truly is becoming successful at gaining your attention, then you best be careful as Bill will try to control your memories of that person.

-Slowly getting more antsy and a bit more obnoxious than usual, he'll even try to gain your favor further by giving actually decent gifts, asking nothing else in return... It might hurt his ego to do such a thing, but he simply can't lose to an inferior being.

-You do at some point pick up on Bill's annoyance and perhaps even jealousy. The second he starts to give you gifts and talks of why you should stop communicating with that person, you knew what was happening.

Staring at the gift Bill shoved to your direction, he silently waits for you to say something.

Looking back up at him, your eyes meet. A small smile stretches slightly on your face with a slight bit of confusion sprinkled over it.

"WHAT? CAN'T A GUY JUST GIVE HIS PAL A GIFT?" He spoke, both his hands raised along with curved elbows as a grin seemed to show on his features.

Shaking your head, you answered, "Sorry, sorry, of course not. Thank you for giving me such a gift."

"YEAH-YEAH...SAY...HOW'S THAT THING GOING ON WITH YOU AND THAT GUY..?" He asked nonchalantly, as he inspected the tips of his fingers.

-If you say that you have utterly fallen for the person or if you might be a bit interested, then he would most likely combust inside and try to reason you out of such a thing. He would try his best to argue with you to not stray away with the pursuer.

-You and Bill may not be in a relationship, but who's to say there's nothing there? You made him feel such powerful emotions you can't leave now...

"WHAT? YOU DO KNOW THIS PERSON COULD BE THE WORST THING THAT WILL EVER HAPPEN IN YOUR LIFE?" Bill spoke in an annoyed tone after you replied that you might become friend's with them.

"Well, maybe they're not so bad once I get to know them better." You answer back, a smile still on your face as you try to convince him.

Crossing his arms, he spoke, "TOOTS, TRUST ME THIS PERSON'S BAD NEWS!"

"You don't need to worry, I promise if they'll try to do something bad, I'll back out." In a reassuring tone, you conveyed.

-In that case, he'll do everything in his power to make this person mess up in front of you. He'll try to sabotage, trick, and even possess the person.

-He believes you'll choose him no matter what, but he still does understand the possibility of this person actually winning you over.

-But if you did not answer that you might like that person, then he will stand back and just relax. He trusts in your word but will be more keen on whoever might be next to try and pursue you.

-Over the course of a few weeks though expect him to stop treating you incredibly nice, but after this experience he will absolutely appreciate you far more than he used to.

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lovelynicho · 2 months

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Can I request &Team being jealous pls👉🏽👈🏽

&team reaction - being jealous

Pairing: &team x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: drinking in K's

Note: this is the first time I'm writing something requested, I hope you'll like it; english is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes

Masterlist

Let's face the truth: K is a confident person, too confident to get really jealous. Even when he gets jealous he knows how to turn all of your attention towards him. So when you guys are out, having fun at a party and some guy decides to get close to you while he's getting drinks he immediately steps in. Handing you your drink he asks if the other guy is bothering you. When you reply with a no he starts creating a small talk with that person, but the second you both finish your drinks he asks you to dance and obviously you go dancing with him cuz who wouldn't want to dance with THE Koga Yudai. And when you're on the dance floor with K, you can not think about anything else, but him.

Fuma

To be honest, I don't see him as the jealous type. He is such a calm person and trusts you so much, it is almost impossible to make him jealous. Well, almost. But when you get really close to someone and start to hang out with them a little too much, he first starts to worry a little. And when you accidentally bump into him during one of your hang outs with that other person, and he sees that they literally flirt with you even infront of him, he gets sad. He doesn't show it to you first, but when you guys meet alone, he definitely wants to talk about it. He's going to need lots and lots of reassurance from you, that the other person is just your friend, and you promise him that you'll spend less time with them, and more time with him. He'll demand a bunch of kisses as an apology tho.

Nicholas

Now he is the wild card. He gets jealous a lot. It's not like he doesn't trust you, or that he's insecure, no. He just thinks that you look too good to people not want to hit on you. But even if he gets jealous easily, he has a method to make sure everyone knows you're his, that's also incredibly easy! When you're talking to someone he thinks could be into you, and the person gets a little too close to you for his liking he goes over to you and puts his arm around your shoulder. But of course this shouldn't be enough for him, because he needs to make you remember that you're dating the best guy possible. So after a little while he pulls you into the most mind blowing kiss ever mid conversation. And after that he just looks at the other person and just says "please continue" with the cockiest smile ever.

Another actually mature person here! He likes it if you guys can talk about everything, every time something bothers the other person, every time when one of you doesn't feel good about something. This happens when he's jealous too. First he would be silent, just waiting for when you want to leave the other person there so you can be alone with him. And when this finally happens, he would probably take you to his place, because he likes to talk about serious stuff in a comfy, private place. He would make you a cup of coffee or tea and then slowly tell you about what made him jealous about the other person. And when you tell him that he has nothing to worry about because you only love him, he gets so smiley and shy, it's just adorable.

Yuma

So basically, he is a cat. So you know when a cat is "jealous" they whine and get close to you and stuff.... yeah that would be him. Also I don't see him as someone who gets jealous often, but someone who is jealous to one or two person in particular. So when you talk to that specific person that he doesn't like, he would immediately go up to you and hug you by your waist. He would glare at the other person too, like if looks could kill, you would be attending a funeral very soon. After a short time he would also start to whine about how he wants to go, how he wants to be alone with you, how he wants to do something with just you. And you obviously can't say no to him, so you guys leave. But when you ask him if he was jealous he would definitely deny it....

He's a cutie, please don't make him jealous. If you do, by accident, he'll get sooo insecure. He thinks about how it was so easy for you to spark a conversation with the other person, how easily you kept it going and how they didn't fall into silence after a short time like he usually does. He lets his mind create scenarios about you leaving him because of how easier it is to talk to someone else, and thinks it's going to be his fault because he's so quiet. When you notice that something is not okay with him, you'll immediately ask what's wrong, and at first he doesn't want to talk about it, but when you won't let it go he'll tell you about his worries. He'll need lots of reassurance from you that you love him and won't leave him for anyone, and that you love his silent nature.

Harua

He seems like he's the clingy jealous type. Maybe it's just because he's small, but I can't imagine him not being clingy when jealous. So when you're normally just out, having fun together and run into someone who he doesn't really like at first he just acts normal. But when the two of you talk too much, more than he wants you to talk with that person, he starts hugging you from behind, putting his head on your shoulder. If you don't get the clue just from this, he'll also ask you if you can leave and be just the two of you again, and he's so sweet, so cute, how could you say no to him? So the two of you leave, and after a little while he'll admit that he was jealous.

Taki

You can tell very easily when Taki is jealous. When you're with someone who, in his opinion, desperately wants to have you (he's often wrong), he makes sure that your attention is on him all the time. But not in the way K or Nicholas does, he's just being his usual silly self, but on another level. He would crack jokes that only you would understand so the other person will feel left out, and hopefully leave. When this doesn't work, he'll find something for the two of you to do, that obviously can't wait another moment (something like: "you know what we should do now? Get some ice cream! Let's go!") and you two leave the other person alone. And when it's just the two of you he'll point out every single thing about that person that could bother you. But he won't admit for the world that he was jealous.

Maki

He wouldn't show his jealousy first, but there would be sings. Actually I feel like generally he's not a jealous guy, but when someone is flirting with you or is being overly touchy he would get mad, not at you but at the other person. He would try to hide it, but it just results in him being very silent, which is nothing like his usual self, so obviously you start to suspect that something is wrong. But when you ask him, he doesn't want to tell you because he knows you love him so it just feels stupid that he is jealous. But some time later it just slips out and then he tells you all the things about your interaction with that person that made him feel that way. When you ask him why didn't he tell you right away he explains that he felt like it was stupid because he never doubted that you love him the same way he loves you.

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selineram3421 · 5 months

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*wishing I could breathe underwater* Man..

Other Worldly

Part 3

Part 2

Alastor X Shy Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ selectively mute reader, Italics=thoughts, shaking head= no, signing-ASL, Alastor being weird ⚠

"Let's make a deal~"

You froze.

All you could do was stare at the Radio Demon's red eyes with panic.

He heard me sing again. Why? I thought I was being careful. I made sure to be far away from the others. I checked the room!

"Now, now. There's no need for you to cry.", he said, brushing away a tear that was beginning to fall down your cheek.

Shaking your head side to side, you shoved your way out of his hold and glared at him.

"What do you want.", you spoke. "Tell me the truth."

You saw the way your hypnosis made his eyes glaze over. It was like a fog clouding his sight with swirls of green.

"I want you to sing for me.", he answered.

It took you by surprise.

No one wanted to get hypnotized, it was uncomfortable and made others on edge. You didn't like making anyone feel like that.

"Why?", you asked.

"I enjoy it. Your voice is not only hypnotizing, but it is absolutely lovely.", he confessed.

Your eyes widened and you turned away from the deer demon to hide your blush.

He didn't have to say all that. You thought and covered your smile mouth.

Then you felt a clawed hand on your shoulder.

"Sing for me...", Alastor began, circling the mer like a shark. "..and I'll give you the option of controlling that ability of yours."

He stopped just behind them and leaned in close to whisper in their ear.

"You'll be able to communicate normally."

They flinched away but he held them still by placing his hands on their upper arms.

"Think about it my dear~", he leaned his head against theirs. "It's quite the deal."

The selectively mute demon was stiff in his hold, but he didn't want that.

"I just want to listen to you sing, nothing else.", he reassured. "And you'll get to use a private open space to sing."

"An open space?", they parroted.

His smile widened as the familiar daze took over.

I've got them~

"It's free for you to use.", he said as soon as the hypnosis wore off.

"What's the catch?", they asked.

"The only catch is on my end. I don't own your soul.", he replied.

To them it wasn't a bother, but to him it meant that he couldn't keep them. It was a step to making them more comfortable around him however.

Then they started to move their head, causing him to lift his off of their's.

With a glance over their shoulder, they look at him with a shy expression.

"Can I see it?", they asked quietly.

It took a while for him to come back, the hypnotism really was a bother.

"Certainly."

With a snap of his fingers, the two demons appeared in a different area, the Radio Demon paid close attention to the siren's face as they took in their surroundings. Seeing their eyes sparkle was enough of an answer for him.

"Do we have a deal?", he asked, patiently waiting with his hand outstretched.

"I have some things to add before accepting.", they turned to face him.

"And what are your demands?", he asked after a bit, curious.

"I will sing for you once a week.", the mer said.

"Once a day.", he threw in his own.

Their brows furrowed. "Once a week.", they repeated.

"In order for this deal to work, I need to be able to hear you sing everyday, at least once to let you use your powers as you wish.", he explained.

It was a lie but they didn't need to know that.

"I'd like to be alone when using this space.", they moved on.

"Are the shadows free to roam here? They will be near to help you if anything.", he questioned. "Of course, I will only show myself around here if I need to call on you or emergencies."

"I-. Hm..", they started but then thought more about what he said. "That's fine.. As long as the shadows don't bother me."

"Splendid!", his smile widened.

"And stop trying to scare me.", they said with a frown.

He blinked and laughed.

"Hahaha!", he wiped a tear from his eye. "Is that all?"

They nodded before shaking their head no.

"This deal stays between us. No one else has to know about it.", they said before lifting their hand, ready to shake on it.

"Very well my dear, it's a deal.", he took their hand and completed the deal.

While the familiar green wisps of magic floated around in the air, something came up from the siren's throat and they began to cough. They covered their mouth with their free hand, coughing even more before something glowing yellow came out and into their hand.

"Well, that's new.", was all he said before taking the yellow glowing ball from their hand. "I suppose you wouldn't mind if I kept this half somewhere safe?", he glanced back at them.

They shook their head, holding their throat with a slight pained expression.

"Alright then.", he said and swallowed the glowing ball.

"WHY!?", they said in shock before hissing in pain.

"I'm not going to leave something like this in a box, and the safest place is with me, obviously.", he explained and finally let go of their hand. "Now, try not to speak too much. I can see that taking out half of your voice hurt more than I thought it would."

The mer nodded and rubbed their throat.

You didn't expect him to eat it.

That was weird and a little gross. You thought as you rubbed your throat.

"You'll start tomorrow.", he spoke up and started to walk off.

Before thinking it through, you had grabbed the sleeve of his coat.

He looked back and you furrowed your brows as you moved your hand with your index finger up, side to side. (Where?)

"Are you saying no? To what?", he asked.

You rolled your eyes and took his hand, facing his palm up while tracing what you wanted to say with your finger. (Where are you going?)

"To the front of my hotel room of course."

It took you a second to process what the deer demon just said.

HIS WHAT!?

The red dressed demon just grins, and pulls you along with him, walking between the trees and to a spot that is split in half of greenery and a slightly dark room, the only bright source of light coming from the fireplace.

He let you go and opened the hotel door for you. "I'll let you go now, do come by tomorrow. I wish to hear your lovely singing in the morning."

You didn't really hear what he said, just walked out of the room with slight annoyance.

Can't take it back now. I already made the deal. You sighed and walked over to the elevator down the hallway. At least I'll be able to talk to the others a bit.

Maybe this deal wasn't the worst..but he could have told you that the "free open space" was half of his room.

*vibrating in excitement* It's MerMay 🦀

~Seline, the person.

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selarina · 1 year

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Gojo Satoru might be the strongest boy in the world, but in truth, he’s a bit of a loser.

He didn’t learn how to tie his shoe laces until he was 12 because he just didn’t have to. He didn’t learn how to ride a cycle until he was 15 because what could even compare to flying? He cries, snot-faced and everything, during romance movies, and does so proudly.

But today, his veneer of self-assuredness starts to crack, and he confronts his own strange insecurities.

The day started out early with practice and he barrelled through it as though he was racing against time itself. His driver observes the happy grin on his face and wonders if he's won a trophy or something.

He reached an hour early but he decided to wait outside your school compound, under the scorching relentless sun because you see, he made a promise to you, one that restricted his usual extravagant gestures. And he realised that stepping out of a Lamborghini is not exactly inconspicuous.

And so, he waits and he waits patiently. The minutes stretch and stretch into an hour, and then he finally hears the school bell ring.

His ears perk up and he promptly draws the bouquet of flowers up in front of his chest, readying a smile he knows you like. He remembers luring it out of your chest one day as he made you admit it out loud. He even asked and asked and asked if he could record it, but you simply told him you'll just tell him again and again until it's etched onto his heart. That day could definitely go up on the list of the happiest days in his life.

As the children spur out of the entrance, he realises just how many children go to these normal schools as compared to his own, Jujutsu High School's population was astonishingly small.

He waits and he waits, his anticipation growing with each passing second, until finally, he spots you descending the school's main steps. The smile on his face comes to widen.

However, soon after, his smile starts twitching. He notices the group you’re walking with, specifically setting his eyes on a boy walking right beside you. The boy is handsome Satoru thinks at first glance, noticing his long black hair and at a second glance he notices a skateboard in his hand.

The handsome boy says something and the group and you start laughing quite loudly, your head flinging so far back he thinks you could break your neck.

And then when your eyes come back up after the laughters cool donw. You notice him, sending him a wave as you speed up towards him.

When you reach him, you throw yourself into him, hands flinging around his neck as you pull him into a hug. His hand squeezes your hips as his other hand tries to protect the flowers from getting crushed by you, as he holds it out of you reach.

“Hi baby, are these for me?” you inquire once you pull away, your fingers running over the flowers.

“Yeah,” he smiles. “Do you like the—“

And then he’s interrupted as the sound of laughing interrupts him. He looks up to find the group you were with finally catching up to you.

“Damn, leaving without telling us goodbye?” a girl chides, a familiar face from a polaroid in your bedroom.

“Sorry,” you say, abashed.

You interlace your fingers with Gojo's, hoisting them up as you introduce him, "Um, guys, this is Satoru! And Satoru, these are my friends."

Gojo extends a polite smile to each one as you introduce them by name. He realises he's not going to remember most, if not any, of their names. But he catches one name: Mikasa. Primarily because she was the girl from the polaroid, and seemed rather annoyed at something today.

And then he catches the guy’s name: Eren because apparently he makes you laugh so hard, enough for you to even break your neck.

“Alright, we’ll leave you two lovebirds now, enjoy!” the girl who spoke earlier declares. She turns to you, adding, “Don't forget to call me today, sweetheart!”

Sweetheart?

“Will do. Bye!” You chirp back.

"Wait—" Eren interjects before you can leave, “Are you coming? Evening?”

“I’ll see... if i’m not too tired,” you reply.

The guy nods, and soon after that, like a beehive struck by stone, the group disperses, all in different directions, presumably making their walk back to their houses.

Gojo remains surprisingly quiet beside you as the two of you walk to the food place he's been nagging to check out. His shoulders brush against your own and it seems to be the only sign of him being there beside you. It’s odd and unsettling.

"Something on your mind?" you ask, breaking the unbearable silence.

No response.

You take it upon yourself to encircle his hand with your own, halting him in his tracks as he meets your gaze.

"What's wrong?"

He pouts, he actually pouts— it's not new or anything but you always feel an overwhelming urge to pinch his cheeks whenever he pouts. But this seems serious so you suppress the urge.

"I don't think your friends like me," he confesses, leaving out the part where he harbours similar sentiments, particularly toward handsome boy Eren.

"Uhh," you hesitate, not rushing to refute him. "They barely know anything about you. So, does it matter?"

"Of course, it matters that the only people you hangout with hate me. They could turn you against me," he admits, his pout deepening.

"That's stupid. Do you think I'm gullible?"

"No," he frowns. "I just want your friends to approve of me."

"Okay— how about you join me today, in the evening?"

"Join you? Where?" he asks, confused.

"You know how Eren asked if I was coming this evening?"

"Yeah," he frowns again.

"Well, he was referring to the skate park. Both Mikasa and Eren will be there. It's an opportunity for you to get acquainted and such," you suggest.

"Okay!" Satoru doesn't necessarily beam with joy, but he strikes a smile. "I'll buy a skateboard."

"You don't have to do that. You can share mine."

He considered the visual—you teaching a seemingly helpless Satoru skate, your hand on his hips, your hand in his hand as you help him skate. The thought appeases him. "Okay," he replies.

"Okay. Now can we get some food? And we can talk more about it more if you want, but while we're waiting for food."

"Yes, I made a reservation," he says, pointing for you to take a turn.

"What? Reservation?"

"Yeah, it's this 4 star Italian hotel, it's supposed to be very good."

"Wait, are you talking about Rossoto?"

He nods, and you speak again. "That's pricey. I don't have that kind of money on me right now."

"Well, obviously I'm paying for us!"

"No, can we just go to a place nearby? I go there often. The food won't be exceptional or anything but it's good stuff!"

"Why though? I've made the reservation, and I've offered to pay," he pressed.

"Well, I'd like to pay for dates sometimes as well, you know? You can't always be the one paying," you say.

"Why not? I have the money," he asks, tilting his head in confusion.

"It's not about that," you sighed. "I appreciate it, but I don't want you to feel like you always have to take care of the money. It's important to me that I can contribute to our relationship as well."

"Okay," he acquiesced with a sigh. "If that's what you want. I just don't understand."

"Well, I can explain better when I'm less hungry. So, is it okay if we go to the place I told you about?"

"Of course. I trust your taste," he conceded.

"Why, thank you. It's a sushi place. You'll like it," you say, drawing his hand into your own.

He thinks even the shittiest restaurants could be amazing if he went with you. He'd rather not, but it's the sentiment of it all.

---

The day drifted by, and after your sushi meal, you both returned to your house. Satoru exchanged polite greetings with your parents before the two of retreated into the warmth of your room, where you whiled away the hours in languor. Eventually, at some point, you drifted off into slumber, only to later be awoken by the boy who did so by gently prying open your eyelids.

With your hair up and dawning a pair of cargo pants and a crop top, you two had some some coffee, before making your way down to the skatepark. In one hand, you cradled your skateboard, while the other held onto the white-haired boy

It didn't take long for you meet up with Eren and Mikasa and the three of you were off skating as Satoru watched in awe. He's never tried to skate before but he thinks maybe this would be hard if he wasn't literally drenched in powers. He thinks he could get in an hour even so, but for you he'll play dumb because he quite likes this.

Your hand found its way beneath his shirt, inadvertently grazing the soft skin of his hip, but you were quick in drawing your hands away.

"Wait— Don't let go," Satoru yelps, feigning a fall before you extend your hands out to help him.

"Sorry," you murmur. "I'll stand closer next time."

"That'll help," he says, and you don't miss the soft grin. After all, you're just playing along too.

"Maybe taking off your glasses should help, it's not even sunny dude," Eren's voice chimed in from behind you.

Gojo almost retorted but was preempted by your defense, "He has sensitive eyes, you dick. Besides, I haven been holding back on mentioning whatever is going on with his hair, so don't try me."

Gojo thinks that may be of Eren's best traits, but he's not saying that out loud or even subconsciously ever again.

"Hey, I was just trying to help," Eren shurgs.

The skatepark continued to echo with the rhythmic clatter of skateboards and laughter as you spent your time alternating between teaching Gojo, and doing your tricks which was always met with a round of enthusiastic applause from the boy.

Time passes, and the sun's just about beginning to set. There's someone playing soft some soft music in the background when Eren comes back.

"Hey, record me?" Eren comes up to you, handing you his phone. "Mika's got the other point of view."

"Course," you reply, readying his phone in front of your face.

When he reaches the top part of the flight of stairs, you press the record button, a hushed anticipation falls over the crowd, which began to gather around the scene. The onlookers cheered and shouted words of encouragement, their voices blending into pure chaos.

And then immediately, Eren gets up, gliding down the rail, as though there was merely a blanket of snow beneath his feet. He glides with the poise of a tightrope walker. As he nears the rail's end, he defies all caution, making an audacious and if Gojo's being honest, dangerous flip, descending down like a Greek God from the heavens of above.

Still astride his skateboard, he approaches the camera, i.e. you. He rolls his hand down for a quick bow, and then one swoop and he's enfolding you in a hug.

"Oh my fucking god! That was incredible." Satoru hears you exclaim, one hand gripping the phone and the other intently tousling his hair. Now, in this moment— a strange sensation stirs within Satoru's gut.

"Fucking amazing!" Mikasa exclaims, embracing Eren after he releases you, whirling the girl around.

A cluster of admirers swoop down to pat his back, and a bunch of other people gather around you to watch the video.

And in this moment, he feels like a loser somehow. It's strange. He's so used to feeling like a God on water, that once he's turned into the fish that's out of the water, it's all too strange and overwhelming.

"Did you see that?" You approach Gojo, a smile on your face that it could almost melt away all his thoughts. Only almost. "I can't believe he beat me to it. I'll do it one day, and better too."

"Send me the video when you do," he says.

"Or you can watch me in person," you countered, hesitantly.

"Sure," he replied, his tone betraying a hint of uncertainty. "Of course."

"It's alright if you don't want to, you know," you run your hand down his hand.

"It's not that. Of course, I love seeing you skate. You're incredible, better than Eren," he says, shooting a glare out at the oblivious boy surrounded by people. "But I don't belong here."

"Because you're wearing semi-formals at a skate park?" you surmised.

"Yeah," he says. "And I can't be Eren with his stupid hair, and his stupid outfit. And his stupid hair."

"You mentioned that already," you say with a chuckle.

"Well, it's stupid," he affirms again.

"Right, I think I understand," you say after a moment.

"You do?" he asks, head tilting in confusion because he barely gets what he himself is feeling right now.

"I mean, why do you think I'm so scared of meeting your parents?"

"My mum would love you!" He says, defensive because she would. He could almost hear the of conversations of the past where he would sit by her side and paint a vivid picture of you to her. He's sure she already knows you well enough.

"Maybe, but we're from different worlds. And that's hard sometimes, I guess," you say softly.

"Yeah," he agreed.

"But you know, I come to your galas, and you come to wait outside my school. So, I think we'll manage for now," you say, tousling his hair as you bend down to pick up your bag and skateboard.

You two say your quick goodbyes, and part ways, walking under the orange sky as you hold his hand, your thumb gently caressing the back of his palm.

"So, how about lunch at that Italian restaurant then?" you propose.

"Really?"

"You can pay too."

Satoru considered your proposal, a grin gracing his lips. "Next week?" he asks.

"Next week," you confirm.

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hiraya-rawr · 2 years

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looking for your favorites 3 (sagau)

synopsis !! they can't possibly be your favorite character. . . right?

characters !! wanderer, scaramouche, chongyun, abyss prince aether, razor

note !! EVERYTHING WAS WRITTEN IN MY FREETIME bit by bit, hence why it sometimes sounds a little off i guess? i tried to fix it as much as i could ++ I'm honestly not sure if I can continue writing for the og sagau concept, I keep twisting it into something else eeh- heheheh

contains !! gn reader, mild religious themes, honestly the sagau concept is a little everywhere in this one, i couldnt seem to settle on one type, spoilers on sumeru's archon quest, scaramouche/wanderer spoilers

• • •

A Genshin Player typically has a variety of characters to choose from. Such options can range from free-to-play characters to limited five stars. Regardless of how much one invested in the game, they're bound to have at least a handful of options.

This is what all characters are aware of— that they are options among hundreds to thousands of vision holders across Teyvat, with every character being special and enticing in their own way.

There's no way they could be the favorite.

Right?

[x] WANDERER

He doesn't quite know who he is.

He doesn't understand what his purpose is either.

He just wanders, lost, nation to nation in hopes of maybe discovering a sense of fulfillment.

And with all the wandering he's done, he -of course- has heard about you. A special entity to this world. A small part of him wonders if you'd know the answers to his questions (or perhaps, you could make use of him? If he could be useful to someone like you, then surely he would feel fulfilled?).

Despite his quiet hopes, he wasn't in any rush to find you. Nor did he hope for you to actually make use of him. He just continued wandering, from the mountains of Liyue to the forests of Sumeru— all the way to where he is now. The barren desert, with nothing but sand for miles and miles to see (and perhaps that rather intimidating, flipped pyramid at a distance).

Needless to say, he wasn't expecting you of all people to follow his tracks out into the desert.

At first you were just a spech amongst the sands, then you became clearer with your approach, showing more and more the familiar features he once saw in passing amongst statues or paintings.

When you were finally within hearing distance, you raised a hand as if to call out his name, hesitating for a moment before deciding what to say—

"Wanderer!"

He tilts his head, pausing to face you as you walk closer. The sand around you stills, as if no longer fighting against every footstep you take, and instead assisting you to come closer.

"You are. . . the one this world was created for, right?" He asks unsure as soon as you were close enough

"I suppose I am?" You reply with a laugh, and he finds that he quite likes your laugh. "I tried looking for you, I'm glad I caught up before you got too deep into the desert."

"You tried looking for me. . ? Why?"

"Because how could I visit Teyvat without meeting you?" You smile softly. He looks away, it doesn't make sense.

"Meeting me, huh. . . then may I ask for a favor?"

"Anything you want."

His eyes catches yours -sunlight hitting them just right- and without missing a beat, "Can I be of use to you? Can you give me purpose?"

You freeze, hands to your side as you stare back at him. In truth, you were expecting something like this, but now? So soon on your first meeting? He looks back seriously.

"Sca– Wanderer," You begin, "You're doing this. . . to find out who you are, right?"

He nods. You sigh.

"Well. . . I know a friend back in the city who can help you. They're a traveler as well. In fact, you can say they're a friend of yours!"

"A friend of mine. . ?"

"Trust me. You'll love them. And shall we go back?"

Go back? He wonders. There's miles and miles of sand around you.

"It would be nightfall soon. I don't think we'd be able to make it back today. I'm sorry."

You turn to him, lips in a wide smile. There's something wrapped between your fingers as you hold it out for him to catch. He opens his palm, it settles down slowly— it's. . . an anemo vision. Glowing brightly.

"Why walk when we can fly?" You grin.

bonus :

"Don't you feel hot at all?" You whine, shielding your eyes from the glare of sunlight.

"I have a hat."

"I see. . . "

[x] SCARAMOUCHE

* It's conflicting, really. Scaramouche despises gods— their invisible influence taunting him like he was a defective product, like he should be ashamed to ever think he could stand on their level.

* You were... an oddity in his feelings towards such powerful beings. The world was made for you, catered to you, and people naturally adored you (just like how they adored the traveler you've shown your favor to).

* So when you, the being which his very world was created for your entertainment, landed in Teyvat, as human as any human could be— he didn't know what to expect.

* He didn't care. There are hundreds for you to meet, and he's not about to wait in line, dilly-dallying for your attention like a common peasant.

* But in the open halls of the Tsaritsa's palace, you approach with the quick pattering of your heels.

* The crowd of Fatui workers naturally part as soon as they noticed your approach. It's odd enough to hear that the player begged to go to Snezhnaya -land of nothing but barren snow- but to rush to Scaramouche's main headquarters? Unheard of!

* Yet there you were, face to face with a single option out of hundreds (the single option you chose).

"What in Teyvat are you. . ." He trails off, his face scrunched between irritation and shock. He doesn't know what to say, really. Would insulting you incur some sort of divine fury?

"I came looking for you!" You reply.

He thinks you're an idiot. He shouldn't call you that, right? Would it damn him to the abyss or something?

"Why. . ." He tries to form the words, "Why in Teyvat would you–" He pauses, looking around at the small crowd.

With a glare, the Fatui agents scatter away from the hall. It doesn't take much to scare them away like little rats. As he turns back to you, you look back unafraid, if not a little excited.

"Why are you here? Do you pity me, is that it?" He asks with a bite to his voice.

"Yes."

"I– what? So you admit it?" He scoffs, is there a limit to your shamelessness? Is this a trait natural to the gods? "Unbelievable."

"I pity you, everything you went through, but that's not the reason why I'm here! Isn't it obvious?" You say, a wide grin beginning to form, "You're my absolute favorite!"

He freezes. What? Absolutely. . . favorite?

As if understanding his speechlessness, you continue on, "I've been wanting to meet you since the very first event– ahem, first time I saw you!"

"You truly are an odd one." He mumbles under his breath because why him? Why the one who was abandoned and used numerous times? He's merely a puppet without a heart.

An empty vessel.

"And why should I believe you?" He says unconvincingly, arms folded. He notices the little chatter behind the walls, those darn recruits are listening in.

"Why would I be here if you're not my favorite?" You quip back.

He scoffs, "I don't know, but there's certainly something wrong with you in the head. You're not exactly what I expected."

"If you were expecting a certain level of power, then I could still do that. I can give you gifts."

". . . gifts?" He tilts his head.

"Artifacts, weapons, talents— they're all for you since the very beginning anyway!"

Artifacts, weapons. . . power? He thinks. Truly, if you were such an ultimate being, you could provide him anything? As if pondering over it, he suddenly pauses.

Yes, indeed you could give him these things.

But why him?

Because of favorites?

How could he be favored when he was once thrown away.

". . . Can you give me a gnosis?" He says, voice uncharacteristically soft.

"Um. . . we'll work on that. Maybe on the later arcs."

[x] CHONGYUN

* Despite modern Liyue's sovereignty from gods, it's still a nation that values traditions and piety. It's natural that with your arrival, you only deserve the best!

* That included invites from some of the highest ranking nobles and guilds. It's no surprise that Xingqiu, the second son of the largest Commerce Guild, makes an appearance to greet you in the Jade Palace, his brother and parents already done with their turns.

* Xingqiu expected a lot from you, maybe discussions of the arts (or perhaps you're even interested in novels?). What he didn't expect was for you to ask such a random question.

"Oh Xingqiu! You're here! Ah– but where's Chongyun?"

He only pauses for a second. Chongyun may be the son of a longstanding exorcist clan, but they're not much to boast about in terms of influence or wealth. Chongyun is... well, Chongyun. His dear best friend.

"I apologize, I wasn't aware that you'd like to meet him as well. Chongyun should be. . . hmm around the harbor by now, perhaps." He stands straight from his bow, "We were planning on meeting after this, your Holiness, to look for haunted h— I mean, to stroll Wuwang Hill."

You already know what they're up to as you clasp your hands together.

"Excellent! I'll go with you!"

"Wait- what?"

* Oh poor Chongyun, he would be a frantic mess in disbelief. It was hard enough to believe that you suddenly went to Liyue, but to approach him of all people? Did you mistake him for someone else? Are you going to ask for directions? Did he do something wrong?

* The thoughts swirling around his head is enough to destabilize his yang energy as you helplessly reassure him that you're there because you want to meet him as soon as you could.

"Chongyun!" You rush up to him, arms wide in an embrace— the cryo allogene freezes in place, stares with his cat-like eyes in wonder because wait, wait, wait– is the one and only controller of this world approaching him for a hug?

"I- Wait, me?" He stutters, tumbling over his words as you smile. His arms are awkwardly raised, unsure if he should hug you back.

"Yes! I met Xingqiu a while back and was wondering why you weren't with him."

"You- you were looking for me?"

"Of course I have! I've always wanted to meet you in person like this!"

As you squeeze him in your arms, you feel him go limp as his face turns red in heat.

"Oh no! His yang energy!"

[x] ABYSS AETHER

Aether knew he was damned. The minute he resolved to see through everything till the end, despite everyone thinking otherwise, he knew no one would understand why he decided to do this.

Alone, is how he decided to do this. So he sits lonely on a throne in the nave of what seems to be a dark cathedral. The walls depicting menacing murals of an era where everything went wrong. The abyss mages that normally float in worship are no where to be seen, just the way he wanted it.

Until you appeared, the little soft patter of footsteps echoing down his aisle, the heavy doors moving back to reveal your underwhelming entrance. He sees you and he wonders if he expected you to come, to blame him or get angry because how could he stray so far from his oh-so-favored sister, Lumine.

Yet, you walk up to him with a look of what seems to be sorrow.

"Are you here to blame me?" He asks and his voice echoes against cavernous walls.

"Blame you? No. . ." You reply.

"Then do you pity me?"

"Aether, I just want to understand." You confidently say, finally by the foot of his throne. He doesn't feel comfortable looking down on you like this, not you, so he stands to approach your eye level.

"Shouldn't you already understand?" He questions, curious.

"I— don't. . . I don't know everything there is to this world."

Aether frowns. Maybe because he was hoping that you of all people -mortal or god- would understand why he's doing this.

"That isn't my problem. There are bigger things for me to think about." He turns away and just before he could take the first step;

"I don't know everything about this world but if it's you– then I want to understand. I'm sure you have your reasons. I trust you more than anything."

He pauses, face in wonder, because how could you trust someone so blindly?

With an exhale and a decision made, he turns to you, "Then follow me. If you want to understand why, then stay with me."

"Okay."

[x] RAZOR

It was a classic welcome— arriving in Mondstadt, touring around the city, greeting the characters you've always wanted to meet. Despite their initial formalities and decorum, you've managed to tone down the professionalism and started to treat each other as friends.

That didn't mean they weren't very open to the idea of you meeting the less. . . civil of the bunch.

"I'd like to visit Wolvendom." You tell the small group. It's another day in the city, enjoying drinks by the taverns under the sun. Lucky for you, the Cavalry Captain and the Outrider have their time off to enjoy with you.

"Oh? Is there a reason why?" Kaeya leans back, head tilted.

"To be honest. . . I wanted to visit Razor. I'm sure you know him!"

Truth be told, you just wanted to meet a certain good wolf cub hidden in the woods. While everyone has went out of their way to meet you, Razor kept to himself in Wolvendom. Perhaps he was too intimidated by the crowds pouring into Mondstadt, or maybe he just wasn't familiar about you, but Razor was nowhere to be seen since your arrival.

". . . Razor?" Kaeya says hesitantly, "Hmm while I have no problem with you going to Wolvendom to meet him, there is another issue. . ."

"What issue?"

"The knights decided not to let you meet Razor," Amber quips in, "I mean– It's not that there's anything bad about him, it's just that he hasn't learned his manners yet. We thought it might be disrespectful if he met you so soon."

"Disrespectful?" You voice out in shock.

"Of course we know that you're not strict about that now! But I guess we never clarified the situation with Razor. . "

You huff, standing up tall with new resolve, "That's it! We're going out to find Razor and give him the biggest hug ever!"

"We are?" They echo back in unison.

"Yes we are!" You hook both your arms around theirs, dragging them out the gates of Mondstadt.

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onlinesuzie · 2 months

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☆ “you’re delusional, you’re like actually crazy” ☆

words: 1.6k

summary: You’re in a toxic relationship, you constantly return to Hamzah despite his cruel words. Each time, you hook up, caught in a constant cycle of pain and desire.

notes: guys, literal girl boner writing this!! also have not read over it cause i just wanted to post it!!

♡

You slam the door behind you as you leave Hamzah’s apartment, your chest heaving with a mix of anger and frustration. The cool night air hits your face, a sharp contrast to the heated argument you just had. The words he threw at you—, “overdramatic,” “too sensitive,” “You’re delusional, you’re like actually crazy”—echo in your mind, each one a fresh cut to your already bruised heart. You tell yourself that this is it, the last time you'll let him hurt you like this. But even as you storm down the street, you know it’s a lie.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you don’t need to look to know who it is. You can practically hear his voice, smooth and unbothered, telling you to come back. You hesitate, your feet slowing despite the rage still simmering in your veins. You don’t want to go back, don’t want to face those dark eyes that seem to see through you, leaving you feeling exposed and small. But the pull is there, as undeniable as the gravity holding you to the earth.

It’s always like this. You fight, you leave, and then Hamzah reels you back in with just a few words. You wish you were stronger, wish you could walk away and never look back. But you can’t. The thought of being without him—without the moments when he’s sweet, when he makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world—terrifies you more than the pain of staying.

Before you know it, your fingers are tapping out a reply, and soon enough, you're standing outside his door again. The door swings open, and there he is, leaning against the frame with that half-smile that always sends your heart into overdrive. His brown curls are slightly disheveled, and there’s a hint of mischief in his eyes as he looks at you, like he knows exactly how to get under your skin.

“You came back,” he says, his voice low and soft, the edge from earlier gone.

You swallow, feeling a knot of emotions in your throat. “I shouldn’t have.”

“But you did.” He steps aside, letting you in. The moment you’re inside, the door clicks shut behind you, sealing you in with him—and sealing your fate, once again.

The tension in the room is thick, a familiar weight pressing down on your chest. You can feel his eyes on you, assessing, waiting. There’s a beat of silence, and then he’s in front of you, his hand tilting your chin up so you have no choice but to look at him. His touch is gentle, but there’s a possessiveness in the way his fingers linger on your skin.

“I missed you,” he murmurs, his eyes darkening as they lock onto yours.

You bite back the response you want to give, the one that says you don’t believe him, that you know better. But the truth is, you want to believe it, even if you know it’s a lie. You just want to feel close to him, to forget the ugliness of the fight and lose yourself in the illusion that everything is okay. Before you can second-guess yourself, he closes the distance between you, his lips crashing into yours.

The kiss is intense, filled with all the frustration and longing you’ve been fighting back. His hands grip your waist, pulling you flush against him as he deepens the kiss. You taste the bitterness of the argument on his lips, but it only fuels the fire inside you. The world outside fades away, leaving just the two of you, locked in this toxic addiction that neither of you can quit.

Hamzah’s hands are everywhere—tangling in your hair, tracing the curve of your back, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. You cling to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders as if you’re afraid he’ll disappear if you let go. The kiss grows more desperate, more urgent, as if you’re both trying to drown out the pain with physical closeness.

He backs you up against the wall, his body pressing into yours, and you can feel his heartbeat thudding against your chest. His lips leave yours, trailing down your jaw to your neck, where he plants soft, teasing kisses that make your brain foggy. You tilt your head back, giving him better access, and he takes full advantage, his mouth hot and demanding against your skin.

“Why do you always do this to me?” you whisper, half to yourself, half to him, as he kisses his way back up to your lips.

Hamzah pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes half-lidded and filled with something you can’t quite read. “Because you always come back,” he says, his voice rough around the edges. "You're pathetic, you know that?"

His words sting, sharper than any physical pain. But there’s something in his voice, a challenge almost, that makes your breath catch. He’s daring you to deny it, to stand up for yourself. But you don’t. You can’t.

"You know why I come back," you say, your voice trembling despite your efforts to keep it steady.

"Yeah," he sneers, his hand sliding down your arm with a deliberate slowness that makes you shiver. "Because you know this is all you're good for."

The cruelty in his voice makes your stomach twist, but it also ignites something inside you, a twisted need to prove him wrong—or maybe prove him right. You don’t even know anymore. You just want to feel something other than the emptiness that’s been gnawing at you.

“Is that all I am to you?” you ask, hating how small your voice sounds.

“What else could you be?” he replies, his tone cutting. "You’re useless for anything else."

The words hit like a slap, but instead of backing down, you step closer to him, your hands fisting in his shirt. His eyes narrow, and for a moment, you think he might push you away. But then his lips are on yours again, hard and unyielding, as if he’s trying to consume you, to swallow up whatever fight you have left.

You let him.

His hands are rougher now, gripping your hips with a possessive strength that leaves no room for gentleness. You gasp against his mouth as he presses you deeper into the wall, his weight heavy on top of you. There’s no escape from him, not that you’d want one. Even as the intensity of his touch borders on cruelty, you find yourself responding to him, your body arching into his, craving more.

With one swift motion, Hamzah’s arms are around you, lifting you effortlessly as he carries you to the bed. He drops you onto the mattress with a mixture of force and care, his eyes never leaving yours. There’s something dark in his gaze, a possessive glint that makes your pulse quicken even as it sends a chill down your spine.

He’s over you in an instant, his body caging you in as his lips claim yours again, more forceful this time. It’s almost punishing, the way he kisses you, as if he’s trying to brand you with his touch. His hands are rough, bordering on violent as they tear at your clothes, exposing skin that he immediately claims with his lips, his teeth, his hands.

You gasp as his mouth moves down your neck, biting just hard enough to hurt, but not enough to leave a mark. It’s a threat, a promise of what he could do, but won’t. Not yet.

"You're nothing without this," he growls against your skin, his voice thick with something that sounds like anger, but could just as easily be desire. "Without me."

The words hurt, they tear at whatever is left of your pride, but they also make you cling to him tighter, desperate to prove that you’re more, that you’re worth more. But deep down, you know this is all you are to him, all you’ve ever been.

"Say it," he demands, pulling back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and demanding. "Say you're nothing without me."

You hesitate, the words sticking in your throat. But the look in his eyes, the way his fingers dig into your hips, tells you that he won’t let this go until you do. And maybe, just maybe, he’s right.

"I’m nothing without you," you whisper, the words tasting like ash in your mouth.

"Good," he mutters, his lips crushing yours again in a kiss that feels more like a punishment than a reward.

You lose yourself in him, in the heat and the intensity of his touch, in the way he makes you feel alive even as he tears you apart. There’s no love here, no tenderness, just raw, consuming need. And you let it happen, because it’s better than the emptiness you feel when you’re apart.

When it’s over, you’re both lying on the bed, the aftermath of your passion still crackling in the air. He’s already pulling away, his arm slipping from around your waist, and you know what comes next. The coldness, the distance. You’ve been here before.

You turn your head to look at him, hoping for some sign that this time will be different, but his eyes are closed, his breathing already evening out. He’ll be asleep soon, and in the morning, he’ll be distant again, the warmth of tonight forgotten.

You should feel used, empty. But all you can think about is how much you need him, how much you’ll always need him, no matter how much it hurts. As you lie there in the darkness, listening to the sound of his breathing, you know you'll come back. You always do.

#martin and hamzah #hamzahsmut #hamzahthefantastic #slushy noobz #thatmartinkid #hamzah x reader #hamzah x y/n #hamzah and martin #slushy virus #hamzah imagines

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lodeddiperactivate · 3 months

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How to survive a horror movie / OBX x Scream Crossover

Word count: 2k

Warnings: drugs, alcoholism

Summary: You're the new kid in town, and simply trying to adapt to your new life in the Outer Banks when serial killer Ghostface starts their murder spree. Now, you can't really trust anyone, right?

Author’s note: I've had this idea in my head for so long now but I was just really lazy up until I started reading Ghostface smuts, and now, here we are! Depending on how well this goes, I might do several chapters of this where the reader has encounters with Ghostface but she also suspects a lot of people to be Ghostface. Idk I'll make it up as I go along. Also, I haven't decided what pairing to do. I'll make it up as I go along (but probably Barry or Rafe, maybe JJ?)

Your parents could not have chosen the worst time to move to this new town called the Outer Banks. The weather was definitely not something you were used to. You would do anything to trade this humidity for a nice crisp autumn weather back in New York. You groaned at the idea of having to leave the best city in the world to live here. Your parents were both in real estate, and you were an only child, which for them, means having the freedom to travel wherever their jobs take them because that would mean they only have one child to worry about. Once you've arrived at your new home, you think at least you'll have a nice big house with a huge garden and front yard, something you're not quite used to back in New York. As soon as you all stepped out of the car, it was business, business, business! You had moved in next to the Camerons who were also in real estate, and you quickly became friends with Sarah who was about the same age as you are. And for the next couple of months, you will find yourself adapting to the OBX lifestyle. You'd learn all about the kooks and the pogues, and John B and his friends. John B whose Sarah is so in love with, it was so obvious, you smirked whenever she would claim there's nothing between them. And then, there's Topper who scares the shit out of you, not to mention Rafe. That boy is bad news and you try to stay away from them as much as possible. During family gatherings or events at the country club, you'd stick with Sarah or Wheezie. There's an awful lot of stuff going on as well as if moving to the OBX was like getting sucked into some action-filled story with treasure maps and gold and all of that. Hearing Sarah tell you all kinds of stuff makes you wonder how long before you'll get roped into all of this. The truth is that you still miss New York, even after spending a few months in OBX. But you couldn't quite deny that there's something very exciting about being here.

That Friday was the first Friday both your parents and Ward and Rose Cameron were out of town, most likely sealing a business deal of some kind. And so naturally, Sarah wanted to throw a pool party. It was a couple of friends, no big deal. Rafe, on the other hand, wanted it to be a full-blown party with enough alcohol to make you go into a coma and of course, drugs. You like to think of yourself as someone who has lived a balanced life, you know how to have fun but you also know when it's too much. Whatever the hell Rafe is planning was definitely too much. You shared your concerns with Sarah just as people were starting to arrive but after seeing John B arrive, all she said was that you worry too much and that whatever Rafe plans on doing, it'll be on him.

"What if someone gets hurt?" You asked, worry is evident in your voice.

"No one is going to get hurt," Sarah replied. Wheezie was in the other room, looking at you and Sarah. She can tell you were not used to Rafe's antics. She added, "Even though it may not look like it, there is some common sense left in Rafe."

You looked at Wheezie then back at Sarah then back at Wheezie before letting out an exasperated "Okay. Fine!"

"Good! Now if you will excuse me, ladies," Sarah trails off to wherever she and John B would meet up. Wheezie rolled her eyes, you asked, "Does Topper know about this, do you think?"

"Nope. That dude is blindly in love with Sarah. Although, I assume it would not go well if he finds out," she said and shrugged before closing her bedroom door behind her.

You made your way down as more and more people arrived. You recognized some of them from school and said a few Hi's and Hello's here and there before you wandered into the kitchen where Topper and Rafe were laying out some food and drinks.

"Hey Y/N, have you seen Sarah?" Topper asked.

"Uhmm no, I haven't actually," you lied. Rafe grinned. He knew his sister well enough and so he knew you were lying.

"It's fine, man," Rafe said to Topper. "She's probably just getting ready for the party."

"Yeah, I should go look for her," and with that, Topper dropped the can of beers at the kitchen island and stormed out without looking back.

"Toph! You said you'd help me with this!" Rafe called out but Topper could no longer hear him. Rafe lets out a sigh, both his hands were on the counter as he gazed at the can of beers Topper had left. You always knew that Rafe had a temper, and having hanged out with the Camerons, you can almost always tell when he's about to lose it. You find it ridiculous how short his temper was.

"I'll help you. What do I need to do?"

Rafe snapped out of it and looked at you blinking before responding, "Uh yeah, sure. You can maybe start spreading out the snacks on the table outside?"

"Sure!"

"Okay then," Rafe said as you moved past him to grab the snacks he just brought in from the car. "Thanks, Y/N."

You looked back at him as you walked out of the kitchen, giving him a soft smile.

Outside, you started laying out the snacks as instructed. You came back to the kitchen and Rafe was nowhere to be found. He's probably unloading the car with the rest of the booze and snacks, you thought. You noticed that there were a few more snacks so you decided to spread them out on the kitchen island so it's a lot easier to grab when the ones outside were gone.

You started placing the bag of chips when all of a sudden, you noticed a presence with you in the kitchen. When did he arrive? Was he here the whole time? This man, probably a few years older than the rest of you, sat quietly on a stool near the sink by the window. He was dressed differently than the kooks so you thought maybe he isn't? He was watching you, and it appears he was waiting for someone. Probably Rafe? But you didn't think Rafe was someone who'd be friends with a pogue. You thought, what weirdo goes to a house party and sits all by himself in the kitchen. You thought that you were hallucinating. You know he already saw you but he wasn't speaking.

"Don't stop on my account, dollface," he said when he noticed you had stopped placing the chips on the island. "I'm just waiting for Rafe," he continued.

"Oh, I think Rafe's unloading the car for more drinks and snacks," you said trying to sound friendly. He looked serious, and scary, but you were intrigued.

"Nah, he ain't there," was all he said.

You placed the last bag of chips on the island, and opened one of the can of beers. Then, after some thought, you grabbed another one.

"Want one?" You make an attempt to start a conversation with this person. He looked at you and at the beer you're holding, you can tell he was getting agitated waiting for Rafe for whatever reason so maybe a cold one will take his mind off of it for awhile.

"Yeah, sure," he finally replied. He stood up from where he was sitting and walked towards you, grabbing the can from your hand. You noticed he smells really nice.

After both of you took a few sips, you asked him why he's waiting for Rafe. You were standing side by side, perched on the edge of the table. He looked at you from the corners of his eye as he took another sip and smirked.

"A pretty face like you don't need to worry about that."

You felt something flutter inside your stomach whenever he would call you "dollface" or "pretty face", you definitely were intrigued by this person. You leaned a bit towards him trying to smell him or achieve some kind of physical contact when you heard Rafe's voice.

"Barry, my man. Sorry for making you wait," he said.

"No worries, country club," he said eyeing me, "she was just keeping me company."

"Oh, I see you've met Y/N," Rafe said and looked at you. Actually, both of them were looking at you and it took awhile for it to register that they probably needed the room to themselves to talk about whatever Barry (you flushed at the thought of his name) and Rafe needs to talk about. So you excused yourself and quickly made your way upstairs.

As you make your way upstairs, you sneak a quick peek at both of them in the kitchen, and saw that Barry was eyeing you. You feel something flutter again in your stomach, butterflies?

Upstairs, Sarah was nowhere to be found so you knocked on Wheezie's room. She opened the door and waited for you to walk in but you stayed where you were, contemplating on how you're gonna ask Wheezie a question.

"What happened?" She asked.

"Oh no nothing happened, I was just wondering..."

"About what?"

"About...this guy named Barry.." you trailed off.

"Why are you asking about Rafe's drug dealer?

Your heart sank at the words "drug dealer", is he really? You asked the question in your head. Wheezie saw your expression changed and she's caught on quickly.

"Don't tell me you like him? You like Barry?"

"What?! No way!" Your response was too much, she can tell you wreak of lies.

"Yes, you do! You like him!" Wheezie said.

"Who likes who?" Sarah, who came from downstairs, asked as she walked towards you and Wheezie.

"Y/N has a little crush on Rafe's drug dealer," Wheezie said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Nooooo?" Sarah was shocked and looked at you with utter disbelief but she was also laughing.

"What? What's so funny?"

"Nothing, nothing! Who knew that Barry was your type?" Sarah said and her and Wheezie started laughing.

You rolled your eyes at them and walked away, "You guys are bullies!" You said but you couldn't help but laugh as well as you bury your face in your hands.

"Awww no no, come here, it's okay!" Sarah said trying to comfort you. "Hey hey, Barry's a businessman so that's good, right?" You laughed alongside Sarah and Wheezie, and thought that yeah, maybe it was for the best that you do not fall in love with a drug dealer.

Besides, even if you didn't mean it then, you sure would've meant it in the coming weeks when news of a couple of teenagers were stabbed to death within your neighborhood. Luckily, there were a few Friday night parties at the time and the Cameron residence was not a target. You thought, the last thing you need was to start seeing someone who could be the Ghostface killer.

The Ghostface killer was the name given to the serial killer responsible for murdering 3 teenagers last Friday night.

"This Ghostface routine started in Woodsboro, California," JJ said to Pope and Kie as he shared a bunch of photos on his phone. You overheard them talking on the street as you were on your way to the country club.

"Yeah but what is that dude doing here?" Kie asked.

"Maybe he's looking for his next victims, wooooooh," JJ tried his best attempt at a ghost sound which was rewarded with a slap on his shoulder by Pope.

"Maybe it's a different guy," John B replied. "Or maybe it's some crazy guy in a mask who will soon be caught and apprehended so let's not worry too much about this?"

You couldn't have agreed more with John B.

part 2

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Fine line (rewrite) — werewolf!Kimi Raikkonen x reader

Word count — 3k

Hurt and angst

OG’s will remember this 🥲😭💀

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Kimis time was limited. You both knew that everyone else knew it too. It was only a matter of time before he would disappear from your and the kids' lives. A part of you was happy that your kids didn’t inherit the wolf gene from their father.

"What'll happen after you shift and don't shift back into a human?" You asked, looking at Kimi.

"Eventually I'll forget you, the kids, and everything that made me I wouldn't even remember you and the kids. I'll keep coming back while I still remember but the memories will fade then there would be no point of me coming back even if my scent is everywhere" Kimi said holding you close.

“We have to tell them,” you say, voice cracking with sadness.

He nodded in agreement, his jaw tightening as he exhaled deeply, knowing he had to do it too soon. He wasn't ready to lose everything. You, the kids, you were his world, his everything and he was losing you.

"I know" Kimi whispered, his arm around you, holding you closer. The two of you stood in silence for a moment, each lost in your thoughts. Kimi broke the silence first, pulling back slightly so he could look at you.

"What am I going to tell Ryker, Alina, and Heleena?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

"The truth, like we always have," you whispered, placing a hand on his chest. "They're not stupid. They'll understand."

Kimi let out a soft sigh, knowing you were right. But still, the thought of telling his children that he was going to leave them permanently was the worst feeling in the world.

"How do I say goodbye to them?" he choked out, a raw vulnerability in his voice that he rarely showed. "How do I tell them that I'll forget them, that I'll never come home?"

You took his face in your hands and looked him straight in the eyes. "Just tell them the truth, Kimi. That you love them and that this isn't your choice. That you'll do everything you can to hold onto the memories of them, but that one day, it might fade."

He nodded slightly, his eyes filling with tears as he leaned into your touch. "I can't lose them," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I can't lose you."

You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as your tears streamed down your face. "You won't lose us," you said softly. "We're a part of you, no matter what. The memories might fade, but the love will always be there. Deep down."

Kimi buried his face in your neck, his grip on you tightening as he fought back the wave of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. "It's not enough," he choked out. "I want to remember everything. I want to come home and see their faces, hear their laughter, feel their hugs."

"I know," you said, your voice hoarse from the tears. "I know, Kimi. But we have to accept this. We have to make the most of the time we have with you, and we have to believe that somewhere deep inside you, you'll never truly forget us."

He nodded again, a pained expression on his face as he pulled away from you slightly. "I hate this," he muttered, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. "I hate that I have to leave you all."

"Anything," you replied immediately, willing to do anything to ease his pain. "Take care of them," he said, his gaze flickering towards the doorway where the kids were probably listening. "Take care of our kids. Remind them that I loved them, even if I forget who they are."

A fresh wave of tears stung your eyes, but you nodded, your grip on his hand tightening. "I promise," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "I know," you said softly, running your fingers through his hair. "But you have to."

His arms around you tightened, and he exhaled shuddering breath. "It's not fair," he muttered hoarsely, pulling back to look at you but keeping you in his embrace.

You nodded a sad smile on your face. "Life's not fair, love," you whispered, lifting a hand to cup his cheek.

He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing as he relished the feel of your skin against his. "I wish I could change it," he said quietly, opening his eyes to look at you, the pain in his gaze clear.

You sighed softly, running your thumb over his cheekbone. "We can't change it," you said sadly. "We have to accept it."

He let out a shaky breath, his gaze shifting away from you as he tried to compose himself. "I'm scared," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm scared of forgetting you all."

"I know," you said softly, your heart breaking at the vulnerability in his voice. "But we'll always be a part of you, even if you forget. And maybe somewhere deep down, you'll feel a pull towards us, even if you don't understand why."

He squeezed his eyes shut, shuddering as the reality of his situation fully hit him. "I don't want to lose you," he repeated hoarsely.

You wrapped your arms around him, holding him as tightly as you could, your tears falling freely now. "You won't lose us," you whispered, "we'll be with you always, no matter what."

Soon your house was filled with your kids, Sebastian and Hanna. Heleena was the first of the kids first to come home. She walked inside and took one look at her parents and reality started to set in. Any day now she’ll lose her father. She was never good with her emotions even at the age of 26 she wanted to be held by her dad one last time.

“Daddy,” she said, flinging her arms around her dad, breaking down in tears.

Kimi's arms immediately encircled Heleena, holding her tightly against his chest as he felt her body shake with sobs. "Shhh," he murmured, stroking her hair gently. "It's okay, sweetheart."

Alina was the next kid to come home. Alina had always been a daddy’s girl, she was Kim's partner in crime. The two of them were a lot alike, and if Kimi was being honest with himself saying goodbye to her would be the hardest part of this.

As soon as he saw Alina, Kimi couldn't help the sharp pang of bittersweet joy in his chest. She was another reminder of everything he stood to lose. He held his arms out to her, a pained smile on his face. "Alina," he said, his voice a mix of love and sadness. She practically collapsed into his embrace, her body trembling as she clung to him. "I don't want you to go," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I don't want to lose you, Daddy."

He held her tighter, his eyes stinging with unshed tears. "I don't want to go either, sweetheart," he whispered, his heart aching. "But I don't have a choice." He could feel her body shake against him as she sobbed, her hands clutching at his shirt. "It's not fair," she choked out between tears. "You can't leave us, not now."

She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. "I'll miss you so much, Daddy," she said hoarsely, her voice breaking. "You're my rock, my best friend." She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. "I'll miss you so much, Daddy," she said hoarsely, her voice breaking. "You're my rock, my best friend." The words hit him like a punch to the gut. He swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to hold back his tears. "I'll miss you too, sweetheart," he said softly, his hand cupping her cheek. "You're my mini-me, my little partner in crime."

And finally, Ryker was home from school. He was the youngest, only sixteen years old. Ryker was more of a mama's boy but that didn’t mean that he didn’t love his dad. As soon as Ryker stepped through the door, he could tell something was amiss. The atmosphere in the house was heavy, and he could hear the soft sounds of his sisters and parents crying.

He walked into the living room, pausing as he saw Kimi holding Heleena in his arms, her face buried in his chest.

"Dad?" he said quietly, his voice filled with confusion and worry.

Kimi looked up, his amber eyes meeting his son's gaze. He gently released Heleena and Alina, who stumbled towards the other family members, before turning to Ryker.

"Come here, son," he said, his voice rough with emotion.

Ryker walked over to his father, his heart clenching in his chest. He had never seen his dad this way before - so vulnerable, so close to breaking.

He stood in front of his dad, his hands shoved into his pockets, not knowing what to say. Ryker nodded, his gut twisting into knots. He had a feeling he knew what his dad was going to say, and he wasn’t ready to hear it. "What is it, Dad?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ryker swallowed hard, his hands clenching in his pockets. "I-I can do that, Dad," he said, his voice wavering slightly. Kimi smiled slightly, a mixture of pride and sadness in his gaze. "You're a good kid," he said softly. "You've always been my strong boy."

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say next. "I don't know how else to say this, so I'll just come right out with it."

Ryker nodded again, his heart pounding in his chest. "I know, Dad, it’s okay, I understand you have to leave," he said, forcing himself to keep his voice steady. Kimi's eyes widened slightly at Ryker's words. He hadn't expected his son to understand so quickly, but he supposed it wasn’t surprising. Ryker had always been perceptive, much like his mother.

He took a shaky breath, his hand still on Ryker's shoulder. "You understand, son?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ryker nodded, his jaw clenching as he fought to keep his emotions in check. "I do," he said softly. "I don't want you to go, but I know you have to. I know it's not your choice."

His hands tightened in his pockets, his knuckles turning white. "It sucks, Dad. It sucks."

Kimi nodded, his expression serious. "I need you to promise me something, Ryker," he said softly. "I need you to promise me that you'll take care of your mom. She's going to be hurting, and she's going to need your support."

Ryker nodded immediately, his eyes filled with determination. "I promise, Dad," he said firmly. "I'll take care of Mom, I'll do everything I can to make sure she's okay."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Kimi's mouth at his son's unwavering devotion to his mother. He had always known Ryker was a good kid, but his heart swelled with pride at hearing him promise to take care of you.

He nodded, his grip on Ryker's shoulder tightening slightly. "That's my boy," he said softly, his voice gruff with emotion. Ryker swallowed past the lump in his throat, struggling to keep his emotions in check. This was it. This was the moment he had been dreading, the moment when his father would say goodbye.

"Dad," he choked out, his voice cracking. "Will you remember us? Me, Heleena, and Alina? Will you remember us when you're gone?" Kimi's heart ached at his son's words. Of course, he wanted to remember them. He wanted to hold onto their memories with every fiber of his being. But he shook his head, his expression sad.

"I don't know," he admitted softly. "I want to, son. You have no idea how much I want to. But I can't make any promises. My memory won't be the same, and I might forget everything."

Ryker's shoulders sagged, his heart heavy with disappointment and sadness. He had hoped, against all odds, that his dad would somehow remember them, but hearing the truth from his dad's mouth made it all so much worse.

"It's not fair," he muttered, his voice thick with emotion. "You shouldn't have to lose everything. You shouldn't have to lose us." Kimi's heart clenched at the sight of his son's disappointment. He wished he could say something, anything to make it better, but he knew there was nothing he could say. It wasn't fair. None of this was fair.

He pulled Ryker into his arms, holding him tightly. "I know, son," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "It's not fair. But it is what it is, and we can't change it."

Ryker buried his face in his dad's shoulder, his body shaking with silent sobs. He hated this. He hated the fact that his dad was leaving, that he was losing him. But he also knew that there was nothing any of them could do.

"I love you, Dad," he whispered, his words muffled against his dad's shirt.

Kimi's heart ached at his son's words. Hearing him say 'I love you' in such a broken voice was almost more than he could bear. He held him tighter, his hand coming up to cradle the back of Ryker's head.

"I love you too, son," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "More than you could ever know."

Kimi walked over to Sebastian, a deep-set frown on his face. He had a specific request to make. "Seb," he said quietly, catching Sebastian's attention.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Sebastian looked up, surprised by the serious expression on Kimi's face. "Sure, what's up?" he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Kimi gestured for Sebastian to follow him into a quieter corner of the room, away from the others. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to ask.

"I need to ask you a favor," he said quietly, his eyes fixed on Sebastian's face.

"A big one." Sebastian raised an eyebrow, sensing the gravity in Kimi's voice.

"Anything, man," he said seriously. "You know that."

Kimi nodded, a grateful expression on his face. "I know, and that's why I'm coming to you," he said quietly. "I need you to promise me something, for me."

Kimi took another deep breath, his eyes locked with Sebastian's. "I need you to take care of my family," he said quietly, his voice firm and steady. "I need you to look after them when I'm gone."

Sebastian's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he quickly composed himself. He had expected something serious, but he hadn't expected this. "Of course, man," he said firmly, his voice filled with determination. "You don't even have to ask. You know I'd do anything for your family."

A small smile tugged at the corner of Kimi's mouth at Sebastian's response. He had known his friend would say yes, but hearing the words out loud still brought him a measure of comfort.

"I know, and that's why I'm asking," he said quietly. "I trust you, Seb. I know you'll look after them."

Sebastian nodded, his expression serious. "I promise," he said firmly. "I'll look after them and make sure they're all okay. You don't have to worry, man. I've got this."

Kimi's shoulders sagged with relief, the tension draining from his body. He had been worried about his family's future after he was gone, but knowing that Sebastian would be there to look after them eased his mind.

"Thank you," he said softly, his voice cracking slightly with emotion. Sebastian's expression softened as he saw the vulnerability in his friend's eyes. "Hey, man," he said gently, his voice filled with empathy. "It's not a big deal. Your family is like my family, too. Of course, I'll take care of them."

Kimi smiled, his eyes shiny with unshed tears. "I know you will," he said quietly. "And that means more to me than you know."

Sebastian clapped him on the shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile. "Don't even mention it, man," he said firmly. "Your family is in good hands. I'll make sure of it."

“Can I have a hug?” Kimi asked. Sebastian's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected request, but he quickly recovered, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Of course, man," he said gently, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Kimi.

Kimi closed his eyes, the feeling of Sebastian's arms around him bringing a strange feeling of comfort and sadness. He took a deep breath, savoring the moment.

This was one of the last hugs he would ever receive and he was happy to have one last hug from his best friend. Sebastian held him for a moment, his arms wrapped firmly around Kimi. He knew how hard this was for his friend, and he wanted to offer whatever comfort he could.

Kimi felt the familiar sensation of the change starting to take hold, his body tingling with the transformation. He stumbled backward into the wall, his hands grasping at the cold surface for stability.

The shift was always painful as his bones and flesh rearranged themselves, his body contorting and stretching in ways that were far from human.

The room seemed to fade out of focus as the pain intensified, his body wracked with spasms and tremors. He could hear the worried voices of his family and friends, but he couldn’t make out their words. He was lost in his world of pain and transformation.

The shift seemed to go on forever, each second feeling like an eternity. Every part of his body was alight with pain as he slowly transformed, his bones and flesh shifting and reforming. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the pain began to subside, his body taking on a new, animalistic form. As the last of the transformation faded, Kimi stood before his family and friends, his body now resembling that of a large wolf. He was breathing heavily, his amber eyes still clouded with pain and sorrow.

Y/n walked over to the door and opened it up for Kimi Wolf. He padded out into the night, his body feeling foreign and strange in his new form. He took one last look back at his family, his heart heavy with sadness and longing before he turned and disappeared into the wilderness.

The night was quiet and still, the only sounds coming from the crickets and the rustle of leaves in the breeze. He trotted through the forest, his senses heightened and sharpened. He could smell the scents of animals and plants, taste the night air, and hear every little sound. He traveled for hours, his feet moving silently over the ground. He ran effortlessly, the familiar feel of the earth under his paws both comforting and melancholy. He knew this was the last time he would run like this.

The moon shone high in the sky, illuminating his path as he moved through the forest. He was alone, except for the occasional rustle of an animal or the hoot of an owl. It was a lonely feeling, knowing that he was alone in his new form and that he would never be able to return to his human family again.

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buckysgrace · 2 months

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ok, hear me out : a soft gator fic based on this 🥹

Absolutely 100% I've missed my baby boy. Changed just a smidge but Gator is just a softie, lil sad and love struck <3

It had been a few weeks since he had seen you, growing close to a month now. Work had been busy, and he didn't want to bother you with his own issues. Or get you harmed. But tonight felt different. He missed you, he was lonely.

The stress of everything else just made him want to see you even more. He missed your kind tone, your cheesy jokes and the warmth of your skin against his own.

He took another long drag from his vape, staring at the unread messages as he glanced towards the clock on his car again. It was well past midnight, but you had always told him he could call whenever he needed you. And he needed you now.

The vape obnoxiously hit against the side of the truck as he waited for you to answer, his eyes closed as he reminded himself how dumb this was. You needed to sleep. He was being selfish; he wasn't the only one with shit going on.

"Hey," You spoke up quickly, voice raspy with sleep as he jolted in surprise, "You alright?" You asked, probably shaking the sleep off of yourself.

"I'm good," He winced to himself, forgetting that you probably though something was wrong, "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up." He apologized, wishing he could go ahead and delete the desperate messages he'd sent earlier.

"Gator," You hummed, your voice a little less raspy this time around, "Are you sure everything is okay?" You questioned him as he nodded along, knowing that he couldn't tell you the full truth. Just bits and pieces. But he was alright at this moment.

"Yeah," He answered quickly as he dragged his vape between his fingers, "Just tired is all." He breathed out softly, imagining how nice it would be to be situated between you and your many blankets right now.

"You don't sound tired." You pointed out, the soft creak of the mattress registering in his ears as he supposed you were probably sitting up now.

"I guess I miss you." He mumbled as he glanced out the window, looking up at the stars that seemed to be twinkling in a dull way tonight. He wondered if they looked the same from your apartment.

"You guess?" You teased him, making him realize how backwards his statement probably sounded. He really did miss you, probably more than you realized. He just wasn't good at saying it out loud.

"I missed your voice," He replied, not wanting you to think otherwise, "I just wanted to say goodnight. And that I love you." He told you a little softer, listening to your soft inhale.

"Well, I miss and love you too, handsome," You played along, sounding like you were shifting in your bed, "You could come over when you get off." You suggested, tempting him with the offer.

"It'll be too late," He told you softly as a grin formed on his lips, glad that you still cared for him despite the recent distance, "I didn't mean to wake you up anyways."

"I'm glad you did," You told him, "And I'm off tomorrow, who needs sleep?" You asked him seriously, making him think about the options. He didn't have to work either. And he already had a drawer full of clothes at your place. And a toothbrush. Maybe it would be fine.

"Do you want anything to eat?" He asked as he stared at the clock, knowing the next four hours would drag by until he saw you again. You hummed loudly, balancing your options.

"Just some donuts," You said seriously, making him laugh, "And that's not a cop joke. You'll get all of the fresh, hot ones this early in the mornin'." He'd get you as many damn donuts as you wanted.

"I can do that," He said softly, "I'll see you soon then." He added softly, wishing he was touching your face rather than his phone.

"Be safe," You said sternly, making him nod his head in agreement, "Gator. I really missed you." You replied softer, less teasingly as he sighed in agreement.

"Things will slow down soon enough," He promised, hoping he was right, "Sweet dreams, honey."

#gator tillman #Gator TIllman x you #Gator Tillman x Y/N #Gator Tillman x reader #Gator Tillman x reader fluff #Gator Tillman fluff #I miss him so

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 8 months

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Carpe Noctem 30

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, violence, blood, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

“You two work so hard,” Beverly places the last dish on the table, “me and Ethan will need to come see the cafe sometime. Cole says you've been such a tremendous help.”

"Oh, well, I just do my job," you shrug, "really."

"She's being humble," Cole nudges you, "she hasn't seen the numbers yet but her desserts are a hit. I'm thinking we might lean into the bakery direction."

You nod, surprised by his praise. It's not that he's ever been unkind but to have someone almost boast about you is more than what you're used to. Almost hard to believe.

"If you don't mind sharing, I'd love some recipes," Beverly says as she sits, "you know, we have this pear tree out back. Another of Cole's projects but I have no idea what to do with all that fruit."

"It sells alright," Cole intones, "but yeah, there's always some hanging around."

"So," Ethan grabs the dish of steaming carrots, "I'm sure you do more than pour coffee. You got a green thumb too?"

"Not really," you frown, "plants don't live long with me."

"She's great with kids," Cole offers, "worked at a daycare, right?"

"Erm, yeah," you reply, surprised he remembered, "hopefully I can find my way back. I love baking but I really enjoyed the work."

"Ouch," Cole utters, "well, I'll have to start looking at resumes."

"Well, not... soon, I don't know," you scoop some carrots onto your own plate, "you know, just in the future when things are stable."

"Good way to get ready for some of your own," Beverly adds.

"Um, yeah, maybe one day," you try not to make a face. If you ever want kids, you have a lot to figure out.

"You know, Cole is that type. He's so excited to be a father one day. He volunteers down at the community garden."

"I didn't know that," you glance at him as he gives a bashful grin.

"Well, I enjoy it so it's not really work," he spears a piece of roast onto his plate. "And yeah, one day, if I'm lucky. Cole Junior will be running around helping me with this place."

"That sounds so nice. Must be a lot of work running a farm."

"Good work," Ethan affirms, "but hard. Still, nice and quiet out here. City is... so loud."

"So are kids," you jibe.

"Good kinda loud," Beverly smirks, her eyes lingering on you oddly. "How old are ya?"

You hesitate. The question is abrupt; unexpected. You answer as you take a thinner slice of the roast.

"Not too old," she remarks, "you still got some time for a wedding and all that. I'm sure you'll have a few little ones running around soon enough."

You don't say a word as you add a healthy mound of potatoes to your spread. You're hungrier with each whiff of the seasoned dishes. You smile and stir the mash elusively. Cole clears his throat, scratching the stubble there.

"Oh, I didn't say. I made dessert. I don't know if it'll live up to your standards but don't fill up too much," Beverly warns, "then we can get you settled in for the night."

"Sounds good," you poke the fork into a carrot, "thanks again."

"Not all, dear, not at all," she smiles, "we been waiting so long for him to bring home a pretty girl like you."

You blink and look at Cole. He squirms but keeps his eyes on his plate, his mouth twisted. He must be just as embarrassed as you but you expect it's a better guise than the truth. Besides, it's just one night.

💋

"I'm sorry, dear, there's so much clutter around here. Hate to put you up here," Beverly says as she leads you into the attic, "but you got everything you need. There's even a bathroom up here. You know, Cole went through a bit of a rebellious streak and wanted to have his own space. Once the summer heat moved in, he was right back downstairs."

"Oh," you chuckle, "interesting."

"Now, I didn't have much for you, I hope you don't mind flannel," she motions you towards the bed and the frilled nightgown folded at the foot.

"That's okay, thank you so much," you say, "I'm just grateful to have somewhere to sleep."

"Mmm, yeah, Cole says things are so good at home. You got a bad roommate or something?"

"Something like that," you mutter, "this is so nice."

You walk around the space, admiring the plaid bedspread, the little sofa under the window and lace curtains along the edges. There's a round rug under the bed frame and a little desk in the corner with a mirror hung on the wall above. In the corner, a door opens into a dark space that Beverly explains as the bathroom.

"The guest house had a tree go through it during a storm so we're working on it, this isn't too bad though," she says, "feel free to let us know if you need anything."

"Sure," you smile, "I should be fine."

"I do hope you can get some good sleep."

"Thanks, uh, yeah," you rub your itchy eyes and yawn, "I'm actually exhausted."

"Then I'll let you be," she waves herself away, "have a good night, hon."

"You too."

She shuts the door before she descends the stairs, the little hatch snapping sharply into place. You push your head back and pace out the cramps in your legs. You sit on the bed and drag your hands down your face. This isn't how you saw the day ending. You wonder how it would've gone had you gone back to Lloyd's, probably not well. Once he cools off, you'll sort it all out.

You sigh as you realise your purse is still downstairs. Oh well, you don't need your phone, you need sleep. You get up to switch out your clothes for the nightgown, the fabric starched and heavy. It goes to your ankles as the cuffs button snuggly around your wrists. Very old-fashion as the collar nearly touches your chin.

You turn out the lamp and climb under the fresh sheets, soft and comforting. The tension slakes away the night rustles just outside the window, moonlight flickering over you. You close your eyes and let yourself sink into the cushy mattress.

In the morning, you can worry about the cafe and Lloyd and Cole and life...

💋

You wake with a start. What was that? You swear you heard something. You sit up, heart racing as you look around in the purple light of dawn. It's still early. You have some hours left.

You're tempted to fall back and roll over but you won't hear your alarm from up here. You groan and get out of bed, achy from the unfamiliar springs. You shuffle over to the hatch. Your phone needs to be charged anyway.

You bend to grab the handle and the door sticks. You try again, turning it the other way but it doesn't budge. You use both hands as light limns the edges, outlining the deadbolt firmly in place. The handle doesn't effect it no matter how you twist it.

You hear a creak from below as the glow flicks off. You wince and get to your knees as you try to see through the cracks. Nothing but darkness.

"Hello," you utter, "can someone help? I can't get this open?" Footsteps softly pad along. You call again, "hey, please, is someone down there?"

"Shhhhhh," the hush blows like wind as the footsteps stop.

"Hello?" You say a little louder.

"Go to sleep, sweetheart," Beverly demands.

"Beverly? It's locked, please, I need to get my phone--"

"You need to be quiet," she retorts and you wince. "You're going to wake the whole house up."

"What?" You hiss, startled by her tone. Her footsteps continue to recede. "Wait--"

"I said be quiet!" Another door shuts and the silence echoes over you. You grab the handle, trying to force the door open. What the hell is going on?

#carpe noctem #series #drabble #au #the club #lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #cole turner #dark cole turner #dark!cole turner #ghosted #the gray man

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misstycloud · 2 years

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How about a popular reader x unpopular yandere>

It was lunch break and you sat together with your classmates inside the classroom, eating your food. Today's topic was the new horror movie coming out soon, you'd all seen the trailer and it seemed scary. It was one of those 'robot turns evil and starts murdering people' kind of film, and you were totally up to see it.

"Bro, did you see her face? Now that's what I call scary.'' your friend Taro said in an exited voice.

"Yeah, bet you shat yourself when you saw the trailer." Hana joked and snorted at him, Taro in return gave her a 'really?' look.

"Haha, very funny."

"I agree, I'd love to see the way you'll scream when we actually go watch it. It'll be the best moment of my life." you said, following in Hana's footsteps.

"Oh no, not you too. Bullying is bad, you know. You could get expelled."

"The only one getting expelled here is you, we saw what you did to that Mitsuki girl in 3A. Not to mention that other younger student." another one of your friends reminded him with a smirk gracing his lips. "Mitsuki was not looking good, I'll tell you. You need to stop tormenting these poor people or it'll come back and bite you one day." he mocked.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." in the corner of Taro's eye, he noticed a certain boy enter the classroom and glancing around until he spotted your group. Taro smiled deviously, "well, talking about sad people," he turned to face you, "there is one right there."

Looking in the direction of which your friend pointed in, you realised what he was talking about and sighed at the sight. Sano Yamada, your boyfriend. Actually, you didn't know if he really was your boyfriend. It's not like you loved him or anything. How could you? Not with that plain face, boring fashion and lack of social life. He wasn't exactly a popular one...

Why are you with him, then?

Simply because it’s fun. He obviously liked you, enough that your friends noticed and proposed a plan to you: fake confess to him on the rooftop, and then tell him he was being pranked. It would be hilarious. Especially if you caught it on video. That way, all of you could rewatch the moment for ever. So you agreed. You asked him to meet you on the roof by sending him a note and put it in his locker. At first, you thought he was too shy since it was after the decided meeting-time, but then he stumbled through the metal door and fell in front of you. He apologised for being late and you had simply sighed before getting on with your mission, glancing at your phone who was in recording mode.

It was easy. Just pretend that you like him before breaking the truth to him and let your friends revel in his humiliation. That's how things were supposed to go. Just be a little mean and then go home like nothing happened, but the world had different plans it seemed.

For when the time came for things to go down, Sano got too caught up in joy that he failed to notice you weren't done, you hadn't gotten the chance to spill the beans that it was all fake and you weren't even close to liking him. You wished to fix things so you didn't have to date him, but your friends wouldn't let you. They believed it would be fun if you simply didn't say anything and kept going out with Sano, even if it was fake.

So that is how you ended up with an unwanted boyfriend.

"Hello," Sano said as he reached the put-together tables you were seated at. "how's it going?" Is he was trying to adapt to your group of friends and impress them. He sadly didn't succeed.

The others gave him a tight lipped smile and answered shortly with a small 'it's fine'. You could not help but sigh again at his presence, the two of you didn't even share any lessons, did he really have to be there? Understanding you were the reason for his unexpected visit, you still asked, "Sano, what a surprise. What are you doing here, aren't you supposed to be with your own class?"

He didn't pick up on your irritation and replied to your question with a kind smile, "Yeah, but I missed you so much that I thought I could come here instead." Blushingly he turned his gaze to the floor, still somewhat shy in front of you.

"Oh..that's so..sweet." You forced yourself to at least look like you enjoyed his gestures and loving gaze. Taro and the others covered their mouths to hide their snickers, you pretended not to notice. How you wished Hana was the one Sano liked, not you.

"Can I join?'' Sano wondered and pointed at a free chair next to him nobody was using.

"Eh, sure."

Ha thanked you and pulled the chair close to the tables and sat down. Giving their last mocking laughs, they stopped after you sent them stink eye. After that conversation continued on like normal. Though he'd been allowed to join you, Sano didn't dare say anything and only sat there quietly. Just like a shadow. Just like it'd always been. There but not there at the same time, unnoticed and ignored. That's how most of sano's life has played out.

"-yesterday me and Taro talked, and we thought it would be cool if we all went to mall tomorrow."

"Need those new clothes, y'know." Taro chimed in and gestured to his body.

"You in?" Hana asked and looked at you.

"Yeah, of course." you said happily, you needed to do a little shopping yourself anyway.

"Cool, we can see if we can find those dresses we didn't buy last time!"

Last time you went to the shopping centre, you discovered two beautiful dresses but sadly weren't able to but them at the time because you two were broke as hell. You were pretty sure you only had like three dollars in your bak account. While you thought you were bad, you didn't even wish to think about Hana's economy.

"Good idea, I really liked it and-"

"-sorry to cut in,'' an anxious voice had interrupted you, "but aren't we going on a date tomorrow?" Sano put his hand over yours and squeezed it, "remember?"

Right. You totally forgot. You werre supposed to go on a date with Sano this weekend, he'd inquired about it nonstop for almost three weeks now and there was only so much you could take before giving in to his demands. You thought it better to simply get it over with so he'll shut up and leave you alone for a while.

"Right, I forgot. Sorry" you apologised in an obvious fake tone.

Sano nodded, signalling he accepted your apology. He didn't see how you scowled at him behind his back when he wasn't looking.

Lunch time had now passed and school was almost over, the weekend fun could soon begin. Which everyone was happy over, perhaps the teacher's more than anyone.

'I shouldn't have drunk so much water.' Sano thought to himself as he wandered through the halls of the building.

Entering the boys bathroom he saw it as empty, and proceeded to open the stall door stall and lock it. But right as he was going to get down to business, he heard the door opening and others coming in. The voices weren't of people he recognise, so he didn't plan to bother with it. However, when the conversation went in a direction related to him, he had no choice but to secretly listen in.

"You know that (Yn) girl from class 3C?"

"Yeah, of course, she's hot as fuck."

"Right, but have you seen that guy who follows her around all the time?" The voice mentioned in a rude way, making it clear he did not mean well.

"I've seen him a couple times. Not the best face, if you get what i mean." The second voice said and laughed.

"Hahaha, he's not a prince charming that's for sure."

They didn't realise the person they were talking ill of were very much within hearing range and listened to every word that came out of their mouths. Sano stood there, completely frozen. Taking in what they said. Was that really how people saw you and him? While he knew he was no social butterfly and you were well liked by many in contrast to himself, he didn't think it was something people actually brought up.

"I don't get why she doesn't leave him. There are surely better guys in school, she's bound to fall for one of them."

"You mean someone like Haruto?"

The other voice exclaimed, "Exactly! Someone like Haruto is a much better fit for her, he's well in her league. "

After that Sano heard some more bustling noises, and then it was silence. He poked his head out to confirm they had indeed left. The boy decided to goo back to class, his reason for leaving now forgotten. He piled over the two students words. Were they right? Did people actually believe someone else was a better choice for you. But that couldn't be true. He was yours and you were his. You belonged together.

That's what you felt too. You must, what would he do if you didn’t? No, you have to love him. Otherwise you wouldn’t have confessed to him so sweetly that day on the roof. He tried convincing himself that he was the love of your life like you were his, something told him it wasn’t like that though.

He wondered if you actually would leave him if someone better showed up. Someone like Haruto. Those two students from earlier weren’t wrong at all, Haruto was great. At many things. He was liked by everyone, he was good at sports, good at being funny and he just had to be good-looking too.

Much more than Sano, which hurt pretty bad. He hated to admit it but you and Haruto would make a better couple. He was jealous. Very jealous. He’d have to prove he was the perfect one for you. Sano couldn’t let anyone come and steal you away!

Sano would show you how good of a boyfriend he can be and your date tomorrow would be a glorious opportunity for that.

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dairyminki · 1 year

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Rielleeeeee, congrats on your milestone darling, im so so proud of you!! I would like to request some fluff with Wooyoung, based off taylor swift's how you get the girl 🤍 Take your time and congrats once again, your event is cute like you 🤍

✨️part of my 300 milestone event 🪄

title: broke your heart, i'll put it back together (song: how you get the girl by taylor swift)

pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader

genre: exes to lovers, fluff, angst if you squint

warning/s: none

wc: 1.2k

a/n: oh sweet chip!! 🥺 stfu she called me cute im blushing i got a lil carried away with this hence the wc but likeee i hope i somehow put enough fluff here for u to enjoy?? hehe tysm again bby! ♡

* reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated!

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Wooyoung was soaking wet.

However, he doesn't mind in the very least. Not even when the fabric of his dress shirt and slacks uncomfortably clings to his body, the wetness of it all spreading goosebumps in his skin as the nightly air blows past him.

See he's not planning on giving up. Not until you open the door and hear him out. Standing outside your doorstep while the rain is pouring doesn't really faze him that much.

Truth be told, Wooyoung's supposed to be aboard the plane right now—completely missing his flight which was just a couple minutes ago. While some may have panicked, he's all but that. Although, he is a tad bit nervous.

Not because he knows his parents will be bombarding him with phone calls and text messages once they know that he's not on a plane returning to gloomy London tomorrow morning—the hell with London and his furious parents. Rather, it's mainly because of you, and you're the only one Wooyoung cares about right now, frankly.

You—who he didn't even get a glimpse of for half a year. Which he thinks he really deserves after deciding to leave you out of the blue. Well, not really out of the blue since he had his reasons, and yeah, well…that's another story for later.

The thing is, tonight wasn't really planned in the slightest. In fact, Wooyoung, coming to your college reunion was a spontaneous decision made by him after Kang Yeosang—one of your friends—accidentally let the fact, that you'll be attending said reunion, slip out from his blabbering mouth.

That random information which luckily fell in Wooyoung's grasp spurred him to grab any clothing his eyes could land on and come rushing in his car to attend tonight's reunion which he so adamantly refused to go to.

And Wooyoung is glad that he did go. Because, as soon as he steps inside the nostalgic campus grounds and through the long hallway leading towards the gymnasium, he sees you.

You who looked stunning dressed in that white dress he had gifted you way back then, just barely a year in your relationship. Wooyoung bought that dress with the thought of putting a ring on your finger someday.

And he is hoping that despite all that's been said and done between you two, that 'someday' will still be just right around the corner.

If only you'd just open up and hear his words tonight, then it possibly would.

The heavens above might just be hearing his pleas, or he just looks too pathetic already that they can't stand a second longer of seeing him standing under the rain—if he's really unlucky, they might even send down a lightning bolt or something.

Wooyoung squints his eyes when he sees the beige curtains on your window move slightly. He wasn't sure at first if he was just seeing things, but then he catches sight of how one of your dangly earrings subtly produced a needle-like flash due to the LED lights on your porch.

His heart does a little leap at the fact of you peeking at him and the possibility of you opening the door.

But that moment of subtle joy fades when you open the door and then it reveals you—you with puffy eyes and a red nose. His heart almost breaks at the sight of you just hesitatingly opening the door even wider.

"You're insane." Were your first words to him that night.

"It's just a little rain," He replies, offering the smallest of smiles, not really sure how to react now that you're finally facing each other.

You sniffle and shake your head, for a second, you look down at your fiddling hands, and then you're looking back at him, gaze sharp, "Why are you here, Wooyoung?"

"I- well, I—"

"Why am I even talking to you?" You sigh, already moving to close the door but of course he puts a foot in, preventing the door from shutting on his face, and preventing you from shutting him away from your life furthermore.

"I'm really not supposed to be here right now, but here I am," Wooyoung spits out in a rush. "Please, just…hear me out?" He asks, his voice sounding out to be a lot smaller.

"Woo-" You stop yourself, sighing, "Come on in, let's get you dry first."

You were too nice, too nice even to someone who broke your heart, Wooyoung thinks. But that's why he's here, hell-bent on fixing things with you and proving to you that he won't do that same mistake of leaving you ever again.

"You're wearing the dress. I thought…you threw it already," Wooyoung speaks up by the time you come back to him with a towel and some spare clothes. His old clothes, he takes note.

"Y-Yeah, I thought it'd be suitable for the theme of the reunion." You shrug, handing him the towel while you hang the clean clothes on the sofa's arm. And then he hears you clear your throat.

"I know you're still drying yourself up, but…why are you here, Woo?"

"Funny you should ask me that because I should be in a plane back to London right now but-"

"You missed your flight?!" You cut off his ramblings with a shout.

"Willingly, Y/N. I missed my flight willingly and I'm very pleased with it." Wooyoung smirks.

"What would your-"

"And that is why you should hear me out tonight or my sacrifice would literally mean nothing," Wooyoung replies with a pout, and then he spreads the towel on half of the sofa, sits down, and then pats the empty space, that was also wet towel-free, beside him.

Wooyoung goes on about his mistakes, his reasons, and countless of apologies while you fiddled with the hem of your dress for most of it.

"I mean, i-it's only been six months, Woo. The memory is still fresh and…" You don't get to finish what you were saying as the tears finally escape you. Wooyoung immediately cups your face in his hands and wipes the tears that keep coming, his touch, ever so gentle.

"I would wait forever and ever. Because I want you for worse or for better, and everything in between, Y/N." He whispers, already in tears as well, and when your previously quivering lips break into a smile, he does the same.

But then, Wooyoung's phone resounds with a ding, which got both of your attention. You were the first one to look away and stare at the phone on the table, an audible gasp leaving your mouth when you saw the picture that served as his lockscreen.

"You never changed it…" You point out, looking back at him and seeing Wooyoung's lips break into an even wider grin.

A picture taken during the 26th of November, Wooyoung's birthday. A picture of him kissing you on the cheek while you're wearing your brightest smile. A picture he randomly self-captured with his phone as soon as his lips met the softness of your cheek—your giggles filling the entire apartment.

It was the same day that he gave you that dress, and the very day that you finally said yes to him being your boyfriend. The day you officially became his other half, and he, yours.

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Make Me a Promise, Please?

kai parker x reader | requested

summary: sometimes the easiest way to deal with pain is to feel it upon your skin. but of course, there's consequences to that. for years, you've been able to hide your scars, though, as you'll quickly discover, you can't hide the truth from your boyfriend for long.

tags: hurt / comfort, s3lf h4rm, mental illness, protectiveness, confessions, soft!kai,

word count: 4.6k

It’s hard to stay afloat when it feels like you’re being pulled beneath the waves. It’s hard to convince yourself to stay strong, to fight, when life throws its punches. It’s easier to take a small fraction of that pain and turn it into something physical. To feel a little bit of it on your skin, rather all of it in your head. That’s what makes the addiction so hard to quit. It’s reckless and tragic, but it’s some relief, nonetheless.

You avoid eye contact with yourself in the mirror as you reach for the blade again. The first ones weren’t deep enough; they didn’t satisfy the urge. You need something that hurts; something that will leave a scar; something that will prove you tried to fight the darkness that you feel. Biting your tongue, you cut again. Blood is drawn. You taste it in your mouth and feel it upon your skin. It stings, but it feels right. Like you’ve accomplished something.

For a moment, you just stare at it. Gaze at the wound in your skin, dripping red onto the countertop. It takes about thirty seconds for you to realize it would stain, and only then do you clean it up, then tend to your wrist. A couple dabs to stop the bleeding, but in the midst, you accidentally glance at the mirror. Your own reflection stares back at you. Fresh cuts replace the old that never fully healed. Your nose involuntarily crinkles in disgust. The mind is a confusing place. It simultaneously hates the way you treat yourself, yet promises it’s the only way to ease the pain.

Sighing, you face the person in the mirror, barely recognizing her to be yourself. It’s hard to remember when things started to get so bad. With a great amount of effort, you finally tear your eyes away and shuffle to your bedroom. A large, cozy sweater hides your arms well. The sleeves go past your fingertips, just how you like them to be. It’s comforting, and warm, and luckily, it’s autumn in Mystic Falls, so it’s not suspicious to wear such heavy clothes.

The minute you collapse onto your couch, you get a text. Another sigh escapes your lips, afraid it’ll be Damon needing a favor, or Elena seeking relationship advice. But then the weight on your heart seems to lift when you realize it’s your boyfriend.

kai <3: hi princess, wanna get coffee tmr morning?

kai <3: hey and did i use the slang correctly?

You smile. Kai trying to get in with modern-day texting slang is the most endearing thing.

y/n: you did!

y/n: and sure, i’d love to get coffee. i miss you

His reply is immediate, as always.

kai <3: i miss you too. i’m already excited :)

y/n: me too!

You turn on the remote and watch the channel already playing. Doctors always say it’s not good to watch TV before bed, but you’ll do anything to distract yourself from your mind. Though the TV soon becomes background noise as Kai texts you back.

kai <3: we can go to the grill, which has coffee, unless you want somewhere else?

y/n: grill is good. we know the menu already

kai <3: okay that sounds good

kai <3: nine work?

y/n: perfect!

kai <3: okay cool

kai <3: hey and don’t stay up too late, princess. you need to get some sleep tonight

y/n: i’ll try

y/n: just for you

kai <3: honored, thank you

y/n: see you tomorrow :)

kai <3: can’t wait :)))

You and Kai have been dating for a couple months. He knows you have depression, but he doesn’t know the extent of it. You haven’t told him about any of your self harm and you intend to keep it that way. Kai has enough problems and trauma of his own to handle. You’ve convinced yourself he doesn’t need to know yours.

Besides, you’ll get through it. You’ve always gotten yourself out of things, and you’ll get yourself out of this, too. It just takes time, you repeat. Time to heal. Mentally and physically. You take one last look at the swelling cut on your wrist. It’s raised and pinkish, but no longer bleeding. It’s fine, you tell yourself, I’ll be fine.

••••

You’re not sure when you fell asleep last night, but sometime around eight the next morning, you suddenly wake up on the couch. For a moment you panic, but realize it isn’t that far of a walk to the grill, and you’ll be okay. If you’re late, he’ll understand. He’s been late to dates plenty of times for oversleeping.

So, with a deep breath, you do your morning routine and don on a new sweater, then head out the door to meet him.

Conversation with Kai has always been easy. It’s almost as if you’re destined to be together, considering how close you feel with him compared to everyone else in your life. Most people you shy away from, or never fully trust, but from the minute he arrived in town, you’ve felt drawn to him. It’s nice, being able to part with someone, but then pick up where you left off the next day. That’s how it is with him.

“Hi!” He greets, smiling wide.

“Hi,” you say, a little less enthusiastically. You’re excited to see him, yes, but you’re still a bit upset at yourself from last night, and more importantly, haven’t had any coffee yet.

Kai picks up on this immediately. “Ohh, I see, you just woke up. Still need the first cup?”

“Stat.”

“Coming right up.” The waitress comes to your table and he orders for both of you. He memorized your coffee order a long time ago. “So,” he looks you right in the eye, “what time did you actually go to sleep last night?”

You break his eye contact and crinkle your nose. “I’m not sure, to be honest. Crashed on the couch.”

“Oh that kind of night! Wow!”

You fake a smile. “What time did you sleep?”

“Sometime between nine and two.”

“That’s a very large gap.”

“I may have also been a couch crasher,” he admits.

“Oh!” This time, your smile is real. You laugh at his confession, and he joins in happily. And like always, conversation just keeps flowing from there.

••••

Some hour-ish later, you’re still talking. Kai has been on a tangent for a while, but you’re happy to listen. Right now, he’s going on about the internet, getting so excited, he’s almost tripping over his own words.

“So, while I was scrolling yesterday, I saw this stuff called palm reading. I read about it, and it’s all this stuff about the lines on your hand and what they mean for your future. Like, let me see your hand.” Kai doesn’t give much warning between asking his question and taking your hand for himself to read it. Before you can answer, his fingers are wrapping around your wrist and his eyes focus on your palm. Immediately, the cuts burn from his touch. The deep wounds didn’t expect to be grasped so soon after being made, and a stinging shoots up your spine.

You pull your hand away quickly, teeth clenched. “Ouch! Kai, that hurts!”

The boy drops your wrist in an instant. His eyebrows knit together in confusion. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

And he didn’t. In fact, his grip was very light. Maybe you were caught off guard, he wonders, but he certainly didn’t grab you tightly.

“It’s okay,” you put your hand down under the table, “I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Sorry for overreacting.”

“You’re okay. But are you sure I didn’t hurt you? I’ve been working on being gentler.”

“I know you have, pumpkin. And I can tell. It’s my fault, I wasn’t expecting it,” you repeat.

“Okay.” He tries to sound convinced.

“What were you saying? Palm reading?” You bring the topic back up to take his mind off what just happened.

“Oh, yeah, uh. So you can tell, like, your future or fortunes, or whatever just by reading your palm. Or at least that’s what Google says. Man, the internet is huge. You can learn just about anything on there. Though I wish it would also tell me stuff like, where Damon is at this very moment, so that I can avoid running into him.”

“Someday it might be able to,” you half-joke. “But then he’d probably be able to Google where you are, too.”

Kai shudders at this thought, “never mind, I don’t want that.”

The two of you share a laugh, then your coffee date continues as normal. You keep your hands underneath your crossed legs, below the table, and hidden from sight. Luckily, he doesn’t ask about it, nor try to take your hand again. The incident was a close call, and you have to be less suspicious in the future. The last thing you want is for Kai to be worrying about you, especially when you’ve managed it on your own for so long.

••••

That night, the floodgates that trap the darkest thoughts break. You can only keep them locked for so long before they find a way out.

You stare at the cuts left on your wrist from last night. No longer open, but not yet healing. You trace them gently with your finger, and they hurt less. It did hurt earlier when Kai grabbed your wrist, but they were fresher then, and like you said, you weren’t expecting it. Despite the boy’s attempts to be more gentle, he does have a strong grip. It’s not his fault. None of this is.

You pull the sleeves back over your wrists, and now with Kai on your mind, silently curse yourself. Why did you scold him for touching you earlier? How could you have let your guard down? Why did you drag him into your life in the first place? He has enough problems on his own without having to deal with yours - why were you so selfish to involve him? The boy has a lifetime of generational trauma to work through, plus decades of abuse and neglect from his family. His siblings feared him for no reason, until he gave them one, brought on by a tightened cord that finally snapped. He has all this, and you’re the one hurting yourself to deal with your pain. And sure, you have trauma of your own, but all your problems seem miniscule when you compare them to your boyfriend’s.

Like making a hot stew, you throw point after point into the pot that is your mind. Your doubt, your fears, your decisions. Every negative thing you’ve tried to push away returns to the forefront, and it feels like you’ve just pressed the simmer button. It’s hard to stop the thoughts from flowing once they’ve taken control. You sink into the couch, tears welling in your eyes, hands shaking. A sob escapes your lips and you beg for everything to stop, but it only seems to make it worse.

Then, in the middle of your panic attack, Kai sends a text.

kai <3: hey, can I come over tomorrow night? we can watch a movie or just talk, idk. I don’t care what we do as long as I get to be with you

It takes you a minute to respond. The chiming of your phone cleared your thoughts, but only for a moment. They come back in full strength as soon as you read his message.

You shouldn’t be with him. You’re a burden in his life; too many problems.

You consider ignoring the text. Pretend like you didn’t see it. Answer after you’ve settled down.

But Kai is clingy and sends a double text once a minute passes.

kai <3: princess, are you there?

Usually, you always answer him immediately. You know he has issues with abandonment.

y/n: sorry pumpkin, i was heating up my coffee

y/n: tomorrow is good :)

kai <3: okay, cool :D

y/n: okay <3

After that, your mind goes fuzzy. The thoughts haven’t left, but they’re not swarming, either. Your heart is racing from your panic attack, but the rest of your body feels paralyzed. You’re not sure when you calm down, but eventually, you return to a normal state. It takes a minute to peel yourself off the couch, though after a bit of movement and a cup of your favorite drink, you start to feel a bit better. Tomorrow, you think to yourself, you cannot sink. You cannot let the thoughts take over, and you must, for the love of all things, keep your sleeves around your wrists.

••••

The next day is relatively normal. It’s an average day, with an average mood, neither good nor bad. But you’re grateful for this, because no highs or lows means you should be able to keep up a brave face around Kai. There should be no reason he’d suspect anything is off about you. Just keep your distance, and don’t let the mood drop.

At about seven in the evening, you’re greeted with his charming smile at your front door.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” you smile back, welcoming him into your apartment.

“How have you been today?”

“Okay. You?”

“Good, now that I’m here.”

“Cheesy.”

He gives you a wink, then asks, “have you eaten today?”

“To be honest, not really,” you admit, “a little.”

“Oh, princess, what did we talk about?”

“That I need more than just coffee.”

“Mhm.”

“I’m sorry, I forgot!”

“It’s okay, you’re not in trouble.” He makes his way to the kitchen, kissing your cheek in the process. “But I am gonna make you something now, okay?”

“Okay.”

“And it’ll be simple enough that you can make it in a jiffy if you need to.”

“Why would I cook when I can just invite you over?”

“Oh I would love for you to do that. But you also need to learn to make something, peach.”

“I can make myself food,” you pout.

“Oh? So what did you eat today?”

You roll your eyes. Kai then narrows his gaze, challenging you.

“Cup of noodles.”

“Did you boil the water?”

“I used the Keurig.”

“That’s what I thought. Alright, this is gonna be so simple, just twenty minutes. You pick your protein, pick your vegetables, and pick a couple of seasonings. Throw them all in a saucepan. Mix them around until the protein is cooked thoroughly and the vegetables are tender, and you’re done. I’ve got a little list here, for you, of what goes well with what, so you don’t have to guess or look it up yourself. It’s easy, and can honestly be fun, Y/N. I used to make these kinds of things all the time when Dad would let me cook. The kids liked it, so you should, too.” He ruffles your hair playfully.

You shy away from his hand, not wanting your hair messed up, but it’s too late. “So I’m a kid? Thanks.”

“Oh, shush. You know what I mean.”

For a moment, you just watch him. You’re honestly touched by how much he cares for you - making sure you eat, and making a little list for you to go off of, too. You mentally tell your thoughts from last night to fuck off, feeling a lot more secure in your relationship now.

“Sooo, are you gonna eat, princess? Or are you gonna make me heat up the Keurig? Because I’d much rather cook you something, or rather, help you cook something, than do that. Plus this way would be so much more fun.”

You can’t argue with his puppy dog eyes. “Fine. Only if you promise to help and don’t wander off and leave me alone with the stove.”

“I promise. No leaving until you’re comfortable.”

“Okay.”

“Alright.” He points to his list, “pick which threesome you want.”

The term makes you giggle as you make your selection, and then you both get to work.

Ten minutes later, everything’s sizzling in the pan, and you’re cursing yourself for denying it’d be easy. Kai was surprisingly patient as you grumbled your way through the few minutes of preparation, but now he’s smirking at you as you admit it wasn’t that hard.

“I told you, princess.”

“Hmph,” you reply.

“Okay, this time is your turn to flip everything.” He hands you the spatula.

“What? No, I don’t wanna!”

“Hey, no escaping!”

You quickly turn away, planning to do just that.

“You said I can’t leave you, so you can’t leave me!” With a playful, yet serious expression, he reaches out and grabs your wrist to get you back. Just like yesterday, pain shoots up your spine, and you wince in response. Kai drops your arm immediately. You slap a hand over your mouth.

“You okay?”

“Yes.” You still haven’t turned to face him. Tears well up in your eyes.

“That didn’t seem like you’re okay.”

“I’m fine.”

“Princess, look at me.”

“One second.”

“Y/N,” he starts, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I promise.”

“At least look at me, please.”

Slowly, you turn to him. Panic heightens both your physical and emotional states, so you bet your face is reddening in addition to the tears forming in your eyes. “I’m fine, Kai.”

“I hurt you,” he concludes. “I didn’t mean to.”

“You didn’t hurt me.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just wasn’t expecting that.”

“You said that yesterday.”

Your lips tremble as he makes the connection. “Yeah, I just…” No good excuses are coming to you, leaving you to stare at him as he stares back expectantly.

Kai then turns off the burner and reaches a hand out to you. You flinch immediately.

A second later, you curse yourself again. Never, ever have you flinched at him. He’s never given you a reason to be afraid; you’ve always felt safe with him. And knowing how everyone else in his life has ever treated him, you swore to yourself you’d never flinch around him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

Somehow Kai seems to know it’s not him making you nervous. “It’s okay. But you need to let me know what’s going on.”

“I’m fine, I promise.”

His jaw clenches, making you gulp. He’s not messing around anymore. Something is off about your behavior, and he’s going to find out soon.

“How about we do this tomorrow? I’m really tired and I want to go to bed.”

“Y/N-”

“Kai, please.”

“Has someone else hurt you?”

“No! I promise! I’m just… flinchy today, I don’t know. I’m not hurt. But I am really tired.”

He takes a deep breath, and for a moment, you think he’s going to give up. The words, thank you, dance on the tip of your tongue. A fake smile is prepared on the edge of your lips.

But then Kai jumps forward and grabs your elbow with a strength you can’t fight. He pins you against the countertop, with a knee in between your legs, and his body nearly pressed up to yours.

“Kai…” It’s not him that’s scaring you, it’s him finding out about your secret. Sweat beads on your forehead. You swallow hard.

“Tell me the truth.”

“I… I can’t.”

“Y/N… you have three seconds.”

Even if you wanted to tell, you couldn’t. The words are stuck in your throat.

“Three… two…”

You turn your head away from him when he reaches one. You can’t bear to see his face when he realizes what you’ve done.

Eyes squeezed shut, you feel him roll up your long sleeves, then turn your wrist until the scars are visible. A deep exhale leaves his body, but he doesn’t let up on the pressure holding you to the counter.

“Y/N.”

You don’t answer.

“Y/N, look at me.” When you still don’t reply, he puts his pointer finger on your chin to move your head. “Open your eyes.”

“I can’t.”

“Y/N,” he tries a third time. His voice cracks a little.

You can’t bear it anymore and throw your arms around his neck. His hold on you became weak when he saw the damage done, so there was no resistance to you throwing yourself at him. “I’m sorry.”

He responds instantly, hugging you back. It takes a second for words to return to him, though. “Don’t apologize.” He takes a deep breath. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

“Jump.”

You do, swinging your legs around his waist. Kai carries you to the couch, then sits you down with a blanket. He moves a little to the side, but keeps a hand on your knee. “Y/N, please talk to me. Is this why you’ve been hurting? When did this happen?”

Finally, you look at his face and see the tears threatening. You’ve never seen him cry, and the sight makes yours even more impending. “Yeah. It’s why. I, um, a couple days ago, I guess.”

“Why, princess? Why do you hurt yourself?”

“Just… stuff… Stupid stuff.”

“No stuff is stupid if it’s your stuff. Tell me.”

“I promise, you don’t want to hear it, it’s… stupid.”

“Y/N, please. I am begging you to tell me. Please.” He leans forward to kiss your knee, putting the puppy dog eyes on once more. “I need to know.”

And so, like a broken dam, it all comes gushing out at once. From the smallest reason to the biggest, from the first time to the most recent, to whom you’ve ever wanted to tell to whom you’ve actually told, you share all of it. Through all of it, Kai listens. His lip trembles like yours did previously, and his tears fall eventually, but he never interrupts you. He keeps his hand on your knee, rubbing it soothingly. It calms you down in a much needed way.

“And, uh, guess that’s it,” you finish, some ten minutes later. “I’m sorry to dump this on you. I know you have your own trauma and stuff to deal with.”

“Don’t apologize. I’m glad you told me. And I’m sorry for hurting you when I grabbed your wrist those two times earlier.”

“It’s okay, Kai. You really were gentle, both times, but they’re just new, and will take a couple days to heal. And they’re not as bad as they look, I promise. The swelling will go down soon, and then I’ll just have some ugly scars.”

“I know,” he says softly. “We can have matching scars, princess.”

“Matching… what?” His words hit you painfully, “Kai…?”

“It’s okay. Mine are old. From my childhood, and some from the prison world. I won’t show you unless you want to see them.”

“Can I?”

He nods slowly, then takes an arm out of his shirt sleeve.

“Both my shoulders,” he doesn’t say the rest of the sentence, showing you instead. White lines are scattered across his upper arm, some short, some longer. There’s more visible ones where his cuts were deeper, though some have mostly faded unless you’re looking for them. You knew when you started that the scars would never truly fade, but some part of you is still shocked to see Kai’s are still there after twenty years.

“When was this one?” You point to a particularly deep-looking one closer to his collarbone. “What happened?”

“Oh, that was from Dad. Used magic to do it. Luckily, it was a one-time punishment.”

“Kai… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. That’s all over now. And I have you, someone who I finally trust enough to talk to about it. Which is nice, by the way.”

You nod, then bite your lip. Again, he senses something’s wrong.

“What’s up?”

“I feel like my shit doesn’t even compare to what you went through as a child.”

“Oh, peach, it doesn’t matter who had it worse. Trauma is still trauma, and we can work it out together. I trust you, okay? You trust me?”

“Of course.”

“Good. Now, can you make me a promise about something?”

“I can try.”

“A try is all I ask for right now. Okay, the next time you’re feeling this way, can you come to me? Call, text, have me come over, anything. Let me help you through it before you take it out on yourself, because you’re not the one that should be punished, okay? Doing this is punishing yourself for shit other people are putting you through, and you deserve better than that. And take it from someone who knows, baby, I know it’s addicting, I know it seems impossible to stop, but you can. I haven’t done it in, oh, maybe ten years? It’ll get better; you will feel better. I want to help you get there, Y/N. Will you help me do that?”

You nod quickly, “okay.”

“Okay, sounds good. You are way too precious to lose, and I don’t want one of these cuts to get too deep, or anything like that. And I hate knowing that somebody or something is making you feel bad enough that you want to hurt yourself, but I’ve been banned from killing people, so I’m gonna focus my energy on helping you feel better, okay?”

You can’t help but giggle. “Okay, Kai.”

“There you go. That’s what I like to hear.” He squeezes your cheeks. “Cute little laugh. Can I have a kiss?”

“Mhm.” Both of his hands cup your face as he leans in to kiss you. One of yours goes to his cheek, while the other rests on his exposed shoulder with uncertainty.

“It’s okay,” he mutters against your lips.

You kiss him again, smiling. When he breaks it off, you trail your lips down his neck and to his scars. You kiss along his shoulder sweetly. The moment you pull away, he takes your palm in his hand to kiss your own scars. His lips are gentle against the raised skin, but there’s no pain. Your eyes flutter. You honestly love the feeling. In fact…

“Kai?”

“What’s up, princess?”

“I love you.”

He stops, mid-kiss, and looks at you. “You love… me?”

You nod, excited to have admitted the words, and to have heard them fall off his lips.

“I’ve never had anyone love me before.”

“Well I do.”

The hint of attitude in your voice makes him grin. You say the words like they’re easy for you. Words that he hasn’t heard in forever. The last person to utter them to him was his mother, with whom he never felt close. The last time she said them was when he was fourteen. Before he became the resident problem child; before his father forbid her to show any affection towards the boy.

“I love you, too, Y/N.” He kisses her again, this time like his life depends on it. You return it with the same desire, and in that moment, he thanks himself for every decision he made that brought him to you.

The next time you break apart, he clears his throat. “Now, if I may suggest a change of plans? Let me finish cooking over there, while you stay here and keep my spot warm. I’ll bring you some dinner and a glass of water. Then we can cuddle, or whatever else, talk, don’t talk, doesn’t matter. But I’d like to stay here with you as long as you’ll let me.”

“Okay,” you agree.

You sit tight for ten more minutes as he finishes cooking, and before you know it, he’s right back in your arms. As promised, you kept his seat warm by giving him your spot and then curling up in his lap. After you eat, your dishes retire to the coffee table, and neither of you move for the rest of the night. You fall asleep first, head on his chest and clearly content. Kai drifts off shortly after you, but not before muttering another, I love you, and softly kissing your scars one more time.

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