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chuunai · 4 months

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I had an idea for the 100 followers thingy- so like the babies thing but you’re a single mother (maybe teen mom?) and dazai (pm) falls in love with you and your baby :} ps- I LOVE YOU TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF SUGAR 💗‼️‼️‼️

I’m trying I swear TvT

✧˚ · . you’re a virgin and I’m just a meth head - pm! dazai osamu

the new hire at the port mafia interests him. the baby, too.

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff with a sprinkle of angst, mentions of teen pregnancy, reader and PM! dazai are seventeen, SFW, mentions of a former abusive relationship, mentions of suicide (it’s fucking dazai), happy ending.

Assistants were something he never cared for much.

They came and go, either requesting to work for a different department in the Port Mafia after witnessing his peculiarities or dying. He hadn’t ever formed any bonds with them. Hell, he hardly knew their names. Dazai preferred to give them childish nicknames such as ‘four-eyes’ for the ones with glasses or ‘baldy’ for the ones who had barely began balding.

No use in actually getting to know them.

All they were good for anyway was organizing his work and making a schedule of meetings and pointless missions he’d hardly follow. And what could they do? Nothing.

Once, he had attempted to get Ango to apply for the job during an outing at Bar Lupin, but that four-eyes declined. So did Oda. Geez, his friends lacked faith in him. Dazai wasn’t that bad of a boss. His subordinates didn’t die that often compared to the others.

Then again, his most recent assistant had died via overdosing. Straight from the Port Mafia’s warehouses, too. Dying of his own stupidity because karma struck him down. The high may have been sending him to the clouds, but he got too close to the sun just as Icarus did and burned—or in this case, vomited—to death. Fun.

A replacement would be needed, yes, but that would involve looking through so many applications and that was boring compared to strangling himself or pulling Chuuya’s hair when the redhead was speaking with Kouyou.

He’d pick irritating the slug over paperwork any day. At least one was fun.

So he just had Mori pick one out. As long as they wouldn’t be a nuisance and knew their place, he didn’t care who it was. Boy, girl, whatever. All ages welcomed. Dazai preferred younger though. The old farts were annoying and so utterly dumb! So when a subordinate gave him a file for his new assistant, he didn’t think anything of it. He always got those for record keeping.

Although this particular individual piqued his interest as his eyes gazed over the information attached.

The age was young—seventeen, same as him. A girl. According to the report, you were previously stationed as a secretary for some lower ranking member. And you’d just joined, too. Only a few blissful months ago. Just barely a baby in the crime world. All dewy-eyed and truly unknowing of the dark underbelly of Yokohama.

Most interesting, though, and the thing that struck his curiosity was the fact that a small sticky note was attached to the last page.

‘Single mother of eight month old girl’

There weren’t many parents in the Mafia, much less teenage ones. Nobody had time to have a baby with the lack of safety. But you did. Someone desperate enough to provide for their child to the point where they joined an illegal organization without even being an adult yet. That took will and selflessness. Something he lacked.

And without having even met you yet, Dazai found himself fascinated by you.

Murmuring your name to himself, he found himself a bit startled at how smooth it rolled off his tongue. He liked it, too. Your name was nice to say.

Tossing the file onto his desk carelessly, Dazai tapped his fingers on the desk, mind wandering once more. If you had a child then you’d probably work your best to support them. You’d be competent enough for him.

Apparently competent enough to the point where you felt like you could handle bringing the baby to the Mafia HQ.

“I don’t remember hiring two assistants.”

Dazai’s voice came out as slightly amused and startled. There you were, standing in-front of his desk while occasionally shushing your…daughter? It looked like a girl, anyway.

“Sorry- her sitter wasn’t available and I-“

His eyes stared at your reddening cheeks—embarrassment and shame, he could tell—as you spoke again.

“I don’t really have anyone to watch her. I’m so sorry, sir.”

Sir? You called him sir? That made him wave his hand a bit dismissively. The only people who called him ‘sir’ were the random grunts and gunmen that served under him. Or people who were scared shitless of him.

“Dazai. Not sir.”

Sitting up languidly, his uncovered eye focused on the baby. Curls of dark hair fell over her forehead while her tiny hands grabbed at your shirt and hair. Funny, he thought.

“And the baby can stay.”

She reminded him of some of the orphans Oda took care of. Especially Sakura. Maybe they had the same name, too. Unlikely, though. She didn’t look like a Sakura, really.

Picking up a pen, he pointed it at you, a small smile on her face.

“Speaking of, may I know her mother’s name?”

He knew it already. But it felt more right if he convinced himself you told him.

“Oh! Yes, uhm, I’m (L/N) (Y/N). And her name,” Tapping your baby’s forehead, she released a small coo, giggling slightly. “is (L/N) Yukirou.”

“Winter baby, huh. I’ll guess, December 16th?”

This was so much fun for him so far. Maybe Yukirou really could be his second assistant. As a joke, of course.

Nodding, you began to ramble on about the baby as he relaxed back in his chair, spinning around and making funny faces at Yukirou. The small child giggled and outreached her fingers to him, probably infatuated by his bandages and messy hair. He didn’t touch her, though. No need to let such a good small thing interact with a person like him.

And so minutes went by. Technically, he should’ve been doling out tasks and trying to kill himself again—he had heard of a technique where one could inject apple juice into their neck and die, but he wasn’t sure it’d work—but it slipped out of his grasp. Maybe it was the fact you two were so close in age. The fact that in another universe you could’ve been classmates fueled this moment. Dazai didn’t really know people his age other than Chuuya, but Chuuya was Chuuya. You were new.

New to everything in this line of business. The killing, the release of morals. Then again, you were just an assistant. You’d never directly be involved with that. Just helping him out with whatever was needed.

Dazai thought that was a smart choice, whether or not you intended for it to be. As an assistant, you’d be safe from the gunfire and outermost threats. More likely to live and protect your daughter.

So caring in a line of work where lives were dispensable.

He wondered how you got there. Not to the Port Mafia—the file told him. But how you took on such a frowned upon job to solely provide for your child. Was the father a deadbeat? Or actually dead? His father was the same. Dead five years into Dazai’s life.

His mother tried her best, but she died too and he slipped onto Mori’s grasp. Hopefully your baby wouldn’t end up in the same situation.

The peaceful moment was interrupted by one of his men who dropped off a load of documents, side-eyeing you before leaving.

Dazai wished you hadn’t turned the conversation back to work.

“Sir, sorry- Dazai-san, would you like me to organize the papers..?”

Why did he forget that you were just an assistant of his? The medication must be making his mind woozy again.

“By date and incident, yep. Also, if you see any that mentioned a Chuuya, please throw them out. Or burn them. Preferably the burning part.”

His office was always to be kept rid of that ginger.

“On it.”

And so he doodled a noose on the wood of his desk while you slowly put the papers away. It soon became clear to him that Yukirou was making the job a tad difficult by trying to grab at the papers.

A slight idea of letting her crawl loose in Mori’s office and destroying it entered his mind, but it quickly left.

“Y’know, if she’s being a devil, I can play with her for a bit. I swear I’ll be good!”

The words left him before he could really process them. Next thing he knew he was wearing the baby carrier with tiny fingers pulling at his shirt. Instructions poured from your lips as he nodded and patted the baby’s back.

“I’ll kill you if anything goes wrong.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at the sound of that. You? Kill him? Never going to happen. Unless it were a double suicide, but you probably wouldn’t say yes.

And he replied when the slight fear in your eyes registered after remembering that he was your boss in the Mafia.

“If course, cutie. I give you permission to kill me if theoretically anything goes wrong.”

Dazai made sure to sneak a peek at your reddening cheeks before leaving his office with the baby strapped to his chest and tugging at his bandages like a little snake.

That’s how it all started. A boy and a girl who happened to have a baby.

He’d never regret how months went by as you two became closer and closer. Joking around, complaining about work, all the stuff friends did. Hell, Dazai even watched Yukirou sometimes.

Thank god Chuuya wasn’t there to see him watching children’s cartoons on your couch with a baby in his lap and a stuffed animal in the other.

Or how he insisted on covering some of your rent when you were struggling. Yukirou needs a home, after all. He sees himself in her a bit. And he didn’t want her to turn out like him. If he couldn’t change his own life for the better, he’d change hers.

And yours.

Much better than that dickhead that fathered Yukirou. You told Dazai about it one night when he stayed over after babysitting once more. Yukirou was napping in her nursery, and you two were sitting on the couch just talking.

Talking turned into sharing details of your lives, and he came up. Your old flame who ditched you. Breaking a promise that he’d be there for the baby and you. Dazai was silent all throughout it. Quiet when you spoke of the emotional abuse and stress that you had, quiet when you began crying over the fact you never got to graduate high school.

He was just there, daring to awkwardly rub your back as you vented. He wondered if you had talked about it before. Probably not.

Dazai felt like he too needed to share a story of his childhood too in exchange for yours. So he told you about the poor neighborhood he grew up in and the horrors he saw daily.

Did it lessen the impact of your venting? Most likely, but in his opinion, he was trying to show you that he trusted you now too. He assumed it worked when you fell asleep on his shoulder. He took care of Yukirou when she woke crying an hour later. He would’ve been a much better father than that bastard.

It didn’t help either that Yukirou began to see him as her daddy. He was there when she turned a year old, gifting her all sorts of things. Scolding her when she nibbled on his hands. Doing nearly everything a dad would.

Even when she managed to say ‘mama’ and ‘dada’ for the first time, it was when all three of you were in the room together. In her tiny mind, it was her family. Her mama and Dazai—her papa. Oda congratulated him for becoming a father when you came along one day with him to Bar Lupin.

It didn’t live up to Chuuya’s reaction when he first heard one of his guys call Dazai a doting father. The shortstack had gone up to him asking if he really was Yukirou’s dad—rumors went around at HQ quickly—and Dazai had to sadly reply that he wasn’t. Sometimes he wished he was. Months of time with you led to nights in bed where he dreamed of a universe that he was really the dad. That Yukirou had his brown eyes instead of her dad’s blue ones.

It wasn’t fair.

Nor were his growing feelings.

Dazai was smart. A genius thinker and planner. So of course he noticed how his heart began to rapidly beat around you. The sweating of his usually cold hands.

He’d had crushes in the past, sure. But it didn’t equate to this. Such a strong connection only made it worse. Was it wrong his Google history lately was filled with questions about confessing to and dating a single mom?

Did you even like him back?

That question couldn’t be answered by anyone but you. It scared him. You probably didn’t. Not as more than a brother, anyway. His suicidal ideation and tendencies scared off any woman who wanted more than sex. But he probably wouldn’t be living long anyway. So he’d have to shoot his shot eventually.

Which he did after another five months of consideration and thought. Dazai committed this act by simply asking you to sort out some notes for him. A total of eight. Each one had a single word on it. If you correctly put them together, it spelled:

‘I like you. Do you like me back?’

Much to his relief and shock, you did. You did, and he had hugged you so tightly. Tightening their bond, too.

So he became your boyfriend. And he wore the title of ‘dad’ to Yukirou gladly. The little girl saw him as her papa, and he couldn’t deny it. Even if it wasn’t biologically, she was his. And yours.

Dazai’s life used to be mundane and slow, yet with his new…family, he felt genuine happiness for once. A reason to live.

That was the greatest gift he could receive of all.

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elvestoneanzelote1 · 3 months

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Hello, I saw your mother!reader post and I'm invested in it. Could I request a part 2 of it? (If you're up to it ofc)

𝙰:𝚗- 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘! 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚢... 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜...

𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 (𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎) 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚣𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖( 𝚍𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚒 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛) 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎.

𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚒 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚗.

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙺𝚘𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚣𝚊𝚔𝚒 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛. (𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍)

Part 1

The silence in the room was breathtaking more likely suffocating.

None spoke up as they took the information the boss of the port Mafia just spoke.

As you stay silently on your seat as Koyou seems to be shock about the information and worried of your condition.

You seem paler in her eyes... Despite you both having some age gap she truly considers you as someone close to her.

"Boss... You're getting married?" Asked One of them as Mori nod while smiling.

"Oh please don't tell me he lost his mind and going to marry a young child by bribing the parents" Kouyou mutters as you sigh out.

Her hand was on top of yours as she gave a gentle squeeze to yours.

"Are you alright, Y/n-san?"

"Yes, I'm... We should concentrate on what the boss is... Saying"

Kouyou hesitantly nod as her eyes flicker back to Mori who seems to be slight irritated by the questions.

"Rest assured you know the woman well instead she is a part of the Mafia itself," said Mori as the other glanced at each other confused on whom he meant.

"Isn't that right... Y/n-chan" said Mori his hands outstretched as the other's eyes slowly reverted to your head nod while not looking at any of them.

"W-wait... What?" Mutter Hirotsu is taken aback by the information so are the others.

"Wait... L/n-san..." Mutter Chuuya as he seems shocked as Kouyou's hand seems to fail as it goes limp to her side.

Her lips seemed to dry as her words came to a halt on what to say.

"Precisely it isn't a big wedding as I do not want other organization getting a whiff of it... But except her son"

"..." Your eyes widen slightly as you flinch.

"Son?" Mutter Chuuya who seems to be the last executive to know about it and was confused.

"Pretty sure he will come with open arms to accept me don't you think so, Y/n-chan?"

"..." You hesitantly nod as you prefer to be silent as Kouyou stood up from her chair.

"B-but Ougai-dono! You don't need to get married at all!"

"Well why not?"

"..."

"Perhaps... you took a liking to her?"

"...!?"

Mori chuckled as he shook his head slightly and smiled his eyes held something sinister as his gaze fixed on your form.

"If I don't do that... Y/n-chan would have run away... I can't lose her can I?"

'After all... You know me too well... And perhaps it is the fact we have been knowing well make it... All pleasant for the marriage' thought Mori as if replying to your questions.

"B-boss... May I know who... L/n-san son is?" Muttered Chuuya confused as Mori thought for a moment with a thinking pose.

His smile widened and spoke cheerily, "of course your best friend and partner... Osamu Dazai"

Chuuuta eyes widens in shock as his gaze fall on you in alarmed.

'L/n-san is that mackarel mother?!' Thought Chuuya to himself which you can clearly hear instead a headache seems to formed on your head as their thoughts screamed inside your head.

So you switch off your ability to quiet it down.

But when you does arms wrapped around your formed alarming you as you flinch by the side who is hugging you from behind.

"Unless she promised to stay in Port Mafia forever stay by my side I won't marry her instead there would not be a reason for it..."

"..."

"But why are you persistent on it ougai-dono?" Ask Kouyou who is slight confused as she knows you are loyal to Port Mafia... Right?

"Hmm... Well she did try to leave the Port Mafia just recently... Perhaps a week or two..."

"...You did what?"

"...I..."

"But the fact she try to run away from our deal was no of use if she breaks it..."

"..."

His face snuggle close to yours as you dare not to move away despite your mind tells you to get away.

"But that's in the past now, won't you guys congratulate us together? After all she is someone we all know too well... And have stayed with me for years"

"...congratulation boss..." Some whispered as Kouyou frown a bit yet quickly smiled.

"You... Both will look good together."

"..."

"Y/n-chan she is saying something..."

"T-thank you... Kouyou... Chan" you mutter out as Kouyou nod as she quickly dismissed herself as Chuuya quickly followed her as he have a lot in mind too.

He should be happy but the fact that you eventually... Seems sadder make him felt he should do something but at the same time you did try to leave the mafia... Were they so unvalued for you?

Do you only care about your son whom you haven't met for age and try to leave the people you know in past?

"Seems... like they are taking a lot of information of thinking" mutter Mori as he side glance at you.

"But that's better... After all... You did try to leave me... Don't you value me at all y/n-chan?" Said Mori as his face leaned into your neck as he snuggle closer while his arms around your waist.

"..."

"I don't like you leaving me alright...? Even if we both don't share romantic feeling for each other... I do not like someone who have known me so well all this years of our friendship perhaps... I can't lose you..." Mutter Mori as he glance up at you as you were quiet.

"Do you understand y/n-chan?"

"Y-yes... I won't... Try to leave you"

"Good... that's what I want to hear from you" said Mori as he gave a quick peck on your right cheek and left.

You let your tears fall as you clench the hems of your dress while feeling a dread bottle up in your heart.

You just want to end this suffering instead... You wish you could leave Mafia... Away from Mori... Why does he seems so persistent on your staying... To fuel his possession over you? Or perhaps to torment you because of Dazai left the mafia.

Or perhaps both.

You wish you could have gone much earlier before anything before... Even meeting your son or maybe after the death of the previous boss... You regret not taking the offer... To leave when you get the chance...

But perhaps... You didn't want to leave that time... For the sake of Kouyou... Or Hirotsu.

You can't blame her... She lost her lover and you both are closest friends... And Hirotsu and you were known from ages... So you can't blame them both.

Perhaps your fate, your life was the curse one instead of all.

"I should just die..." You mutter within your breaths while wiping away your tears.

"Why... Did you call me for?"

"...take a seat"

"...I won't have much time... To stay" you mutter within your breaths as you don't want to raise your voice anymore... Perhaps you wanted to cut your own tongue to stop yourself from saying something which is irrelevant of your freedom.

His silver eyes stare at yours a frown seems to be present on his lips.

"The card... Last week"

"...of you receive it?"

"It was named for Dazai... But he knowingly sent it to the office"

"Perhaps..."

"..."

".."

"You want to see your... Son?"

"..." Your eyes widen slightly as your breath hitch. The dullness seems to fate as you want to agree but you stop yourself from agreeing as it will only bring you more harm.

"No"

Unaware of the brunette who stayed behind the wall that separate the two tables.

"..." The certain ravenette frown as so does the other blue dark hair.

"Why not?"

"...If I do he will know... And I don't have the strength to reveal it..."

"..."

"...So it's better if I dont-"

"I... already know" said a familiar voice alarming you as you look up to see the same brunette that left 2 years ago.

The silence felt over the cafe.

The caramel eyes stare back at yours as it held so much meaning as his lips tremble to speak...

All the years he thought he was abandoned only to realize his mother was always with him... Just... Never the courage to see him.

"..."

"Did you... Reveal it?" You asked to Fukuzawa who nod making you frown.

"Why?"

"He should... know about it"

"..."

"...L/n-san... No mother or mom or mommy, Whatever you fit... Please... Tell me..." As his formed kneel next to yours as he hold your hands gently.

His eyes were hazy as if he would burst in tears yet he doesn't as he knows he can't be the one to be weak right nowm

"...Do you love me? Care for me?"

"I..."

"All this years you took me under your wings bidding the fact I'm your son... Why?"

"...I couldn't... I know you will be mad at me for... Abandoning you... For-"

"It's not your fault instead... We are together here now... And you don't have to hide it anymore... Mom..."

"..." You let out a sighed as you don't know what to say.

His hands gave a gentle squeeze to yours.

"...sorry to bother but we don't have much time as the boss of mafia will be suspicious and I don't want only him to hov over your affection" said The raventte alarming you as he slightly pushed.

"Huh?"

"Ranpo," said Fukuzawa as he urged him not to say something stupid or embarrassing as he smile brightly at you ignoring Fukuzawa and Dazai shock formed.

"Since... We are having family gathering I was wondering why don't you meet your step son, if you marry The president"

"...what?"

Fukuzawa face flushed slightly red as he dragged Ranpo up as he apologise.

You were stunned and confused as Dazai gave an unreadable expression towards them.

"About the marriage of Mori-san.. And you"

"..."

"Was it... your will? Mom?" Asked Dazai as his eyes cautiously ask you as he was saying it to be a no.

I mean who wants a pedo- the one who ruined his suicide attempts which is slightly grateful because he met his mother, you but... That doesn't give Mori a green light to be his stepfather.

"..."

"Ignore About what Ranpo said but... Tell us about it y/n... If it isn't your will... I promise you that... I will find a way to break it off"

Ranpo whistle in the background saying a declaration of love while Yosano sighed but chuckle abit while watching the scene.

Dazai hands squeeze tighter to yours as he gave an unreable stare to Fukuzawa.

"...I try to leave Port... Mafia"

"..."

"Mori-san wouldn't have purpose to marry me... If I didn't try to leave port Mafia... "

"...What's the nonesene... why can't you leave?" Asked Ranpo with a pout as Fukuzawa's eyes narrowed.

"Why can't you leave?"

"I don't know... He seems persistent... About it" you mutter as you can't hear what they were thinking as Dazai doesn't let go of your hand as if he is stopping you to know their plan.

"...Then we will have a deal with Port Mafia"

"H-huh?"

"For your freedom..."

"B-but that's..."

"And all you have to do is stay as our loving mother!" Said Ranpo raising Yosano hand who was alarmed to be dragged while Dazai frown muttering he won't give your attention to them.

"Exactly... what Ranpo said"

"..!?!" The four of you went alarmed by Fukuzawa words as he kneel down in your table his eyes held some sort of seriousness which you cannot tell as Dazai back away more likely was taken away by Kunikida to let President have his moment

....which was very kind of Kunikida.

As your eyes widen in shock what he said next.

"For your freedom we just want you to stay with us..." His words were sincere if you didn't have mind reading ability you would have agreed yet you eventually on your ability as soon as Dazai was taken to side to only hear his thought making your whole form freeze.

'Even it meant for us to force you...'

A:n- that's all! Good day/night to all take care!

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kill bill.

rei suwa x fem.reader

10 stages of love

warnings: mentions of a neglectful father; v-olence and bl-od mention; soft depictions of intimacy; minors don’t interact.

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1. first sight

you had to be the unluckiest woman in the world, that you were certain of. at the ripe age of 23, you were forced to take on the debts left over by your horrid father left in the wake of his death as you found yourself surrounded by copious amounts of unpaid bills.

despite how much you loved him, and how much his death had left quite a lingering ache within your heart, you knew that he was everything but an ideal father to you. after all, it was his vices and need to experience the more exhilarating type of life that lead him down numerous dark paths.

for starters, he had the most abhorrent gambling addictions, more often than not blowing off any amount of money he earns from the jobs he could manage to keep through pachinko machines. and when he wasn’t spending his free time gambling his earnings away, he would be caught up with indulging in various illicit substances, simply to feel alive and whole again.

such tragedy befell of your father the moment your mother had passed away when you were young. all you had ever known was the deep void your father felt as he struggled day in and day out to take care of you. during your teenaged years was when you forced yourself to grow up as you tended to him while taking care of yourself to the best of your abilities.

you knew of most of his vices, and loved him unconditionally as a daughter should. his death had truly broken your heart-

but more so than that was the deep sense of freedom you felt.

however, such feelings of freedom was bound to be ephemeral-

it all came into a shattering crash when you came home one day and saw that your apartment had been ransacked. you had just returned from your late hours spent working at your job. all around you were strange men dressed in suits, all of them concealing a weapon of their own the fear was felt coursing through your veins when you saw a scarred man in a suit with a gun safely within the confines of his pockets.

he takes one look at you and grins, slamming down a few sheets of papers that you recognized as being written in your father’s own handwriting. “looks like your worthless old man was such pussy he went ahead and died before paying me the debts that he owes.”

his eyes gleams at you, eyeing at you with such a lustful hunger that you felt your heart drop down to the confines of your abdomen.

“and he has given you to me, to do as i please as part of his payment.”

you were trembling, already feeling the cold sweat travel down the nape of your neck as the nausea begins to settle. it takes you a herculean effort to prevent yourself from dry heaving, watching with a terrified gaze as the man steps forward, a glint seen within his dark brown eyes as he places a calloused hand behind your neck. “it’s a good thing you’re easy on the eyes, unlike that piss-ant excuse for a father.”

as you were surrounded by those men, you were given little choice but to pack what belongings you wished to take with you as you were escorted out of your apartment by the men. it was only then that you found out that your father had somehow involved himself with the japanese mafia, the yakuza, managing to take several loans from them as he dug himself even deeper into the depths of their claws-

leaving you behind to deal with the mess.

for the following weeks, your days were spent beneath deep scrutiny of the yakuza, living within their grand mansion as the boss ends up growing a fondness for you. he forces you to quit your job all while donning you in heavy amounts of makeup along with low cut and revealing dresses. you were nothing more than a piece of eye-candy for the bastard to admire and behold.

“you’re damn lucky you’re so fucking beautiful. i don’t even wish to have you writhing beneath me, at least, not yet.”

it was one of those nights where you were forced to take a seat against the boss’ lap, surrounded by his luxurious furniture as he kept tracing his disgustingly chapped lips over your features. each time you felt his caress, you look away from him, making him grow even more frustrated with you when he tosses your form against the ground.

the wind was knocked out of your very lungs as you struggled against him, using every bit of your strength to get him off of you-

but to no avail.

his brown eyes were wild, filled with fury and lust as he worked on tearing away at your dress. “the more you keep defying me, the more i will wish to dominate you. i changed my mind, perhaps i will take you after all.”

just as his hands reach down to the skirt of your dress as a scream was felt lodged in your throat-

the sounds of gunshots and a door slamming open was what stops him from going any further as you tilt your gaze to your right to see the sight of a young man, the mere visage of his sharply handsome features taking your very breath away.

his dark hair was tied up in a neat ponytail, revealing a smooth undercut from beneath its soft strands as his dark eyes were slanted in a scowl. he was dressed in a suit, with black gloves covering his hands as he aimed the gun directly at the man hovering above you. the yakuza boss was given no chance to react when he aims his gun towards the man, shooting him directly against his head as your screams finally echoed throughout the room.

2. introduction

the adrenaline was felt coursing through your very veins, and you swore you were close to gagging upon feeling the warm sensation of blood beginning to stain the fabric of your dress. despite how the rich scent of iron fills your senses, you couldn’t find the strength to move as you were left frozen on the ground with a dead man slumped over you.

your heart was pounding, sending rushes of ice cold blood to rush through your veins as your breaths came out as uneven and labored.

“oi, can you hear me? OI!”

with a gasp, you felt the man with the gun, your savior, pick the dead body off of you before tossing him aside. your eyes briefly meet with his, and you found yourself admiring the deep shade of sable settled within his stern gaze, comparing the color of his eyes to a deep, moonless night. you watch as his thin lips move, and you were aware of him speaking to you, but the blood rushing through your ears was making it difficult for you to understand him.

he lets out a string of curses, muttering some word pertaining to you being traumatized before leaning down to pick up your trembling form. he doesn’t seem to mind the blood that stains at your dress, nearly drying as your breathing slowly began to calm down its rapid beats.

while you were held in his arms, you were aware of his brisk pace when he takes you out of the room, allowing you to see just the sheer amount of damage he had caused as many of the yakuza members had a bullet wound gracing their chests. the sheer sight of it all was enough to make you tremble once more-

“....name?”

you were aware of the way he continues his trek out of the mansion, calling out to you when you divert your attention back to him, “p-pardon?”

he doesn’t return your questioning gaze, eyes remaining honed in on the exit settled several feet away. but...perhaps it was your imagination, but did your savior press your form even closer to his chest in hopes of shielding you from the gruesome image of the fallen yakuza members?

the man lets out a gentle huff, “i asked you what your name was.”

finding yourself clinging to him, you could feel your face heat up in response to his close proximity. wetting your lips, you take in a deep breath before exhaling, softly murmuring your name to him.

he tilts his gaze downwards, meeting your gaze while softly repeating the syllables that made up your name. his brushes against your skin was soft, achingly so, before his tone becomes softer, “are you alright? did that bastard hurt you?”

you shiver at the memory, letting out a whimper before folding yourself even closer to him. “h-he was going to hurt me, nearly beyond repair; b-but, you saved me.”

a sound reminiscent of a pleased hum was heard coming from the confines of his throat, his strides taking him out of the mansion as the cold night air was felt hitting against your skin. his gaze lands on a vehicle settled near the mansion’s gates, ready to walk towards it when he was suddenly stopped, feeling a soft sensation gracing his jaw.

looking down, he meets with your shimmering gaze, filled with gratitude for saving you as you whisper, “what’s your name?”

a sudden shyness was felt coursing through him, causing him to avert his gaze all while letting out a cough.

“it’s suwa, suwa rei.”

a smile was seen gracing your features, and you found yourself repeating the syllables that make up his name, thinking to yourself how much the name suits him before allowing your body to succumb to its exhaustion. the moment rei feels your form slump within his arms, he frantically calls out your name, patting at your face in hopes of getting you to awaken-

but with you completely unconscious, in a deep sleep even, the young assassin knew that he could not leave you alone.

3. interaction

the moment kazuki saw rei return back to their shared home with you in his arms, he knew something major had happened during his solo mission. nearly forgetting that he still had miri in his arms, he hears her let out a gasp all while asking, “papa rei brought home a princess!”

rei gives his partner an exasperated expression, feeling his own exhaustion coursing through his veins, “can you put miri to bed? i promise, i’ll explain everything later.”

understanding the look settled deep within rei’s eyes, kazuki gives him a nod before carrying miri away, doing his best to calm the young girl’s tantrums and curiosity pertaining to the woman settled within rei’s arms.

he sighs, making his way toward his bedroom, allowing the light from the hallway to light up the dark corners of his room. with his bed in sight, he gently settles your sleeping form on top of the covers. running a hand through his dark hair, he releases them from the confines of his ponytail, allowing them to fall freely across the back of his neck.

rei’s gaze continues to linger on your form, unsure of what he planned to do with you. your dress was a complete mess, the front of it being dyed a deep burgundy due to how he had immediately taken out the boss, spilling his blood all over your form.

a surge of guilt courses through him, hating the fact that he had to make an innocent person like yourself bear witness to such bloodshed. his hands itch with the need to reach out to you, to brush back the strands of your hair while cleaning your form of any spilled blood-

he coughs, banishing such strange thoughts from the confines of his mind. his face felt oddly heated when he finally convinces himself to deal with this all in the morning, already having plans to sleep in his bathtub and allow you to rest within the safety of his room.

he turns around, only to nearly jump back in response upon coming face to face with kazuki. his brown eyes were filled with concern when he tilts his gaze over to your sleeping form. “was this another one of watanabe’s women?”

“yeah, the bastard was close to tearing her apart had i not arrived sooner.”

“heh, and is that why your fair maiden is covered in blood?”

rei winces upon hearing kazuki’s teasing words, rolling his eyes as he was ready to prepare his bed from within the safety of the bathtub when kazuki stops him. his hand was gripping at his wrist, stopping him from leaving when he asks, “what do you plan to do with her?”

ah, of course, the age old question. what was he going to do with you? kazuki’s concerns were valid, and besides, it’s not like you didn’t have your own life to return to. surely, he was able to help you return back to the life you had before watanabe ruined it?

avoiding kazuki’s gaze, he allows his eyes to travel back to your sleeping form, watching the way your chest rose and fell in tune with your breathing. just seeing how vulnerable you were, still in your ruined dress with your face finally painted in the perfect visage of tranquility.

tearing his gaze away, rei shrugs off his partner’s hold on his wrist. “we’ll deal with such things later.”

4. attraction

as if the circumstances couldn’t get any stranger... you found yourself living in the same house as rei, along with his partner, kazuki kurusu and adoptive daughter, miri.

the morning after rei had saved you and taken you back to his home, there seemed to be tense and terse silence that filled the air. you recall waking up that morning, feeling sick to your stomach at the sight of the dried blood that soaks the front of your dress.

you felt the bile creeping up the confines of your throat, about to heave up everything that remains in your stomach had it not been for the sight that came from your periphery. settled at the end of the bed was a folded shirt and a pair of shorts with a new packet that contained a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste.

a surge of warmth was felt coursing through your very veins, somehow knowing that rei had given you such items as you force yourself out of bed. wanting nothing more than to discard the disgusting dress that covers your form as you shrug yourself out of it. picking up the new clothes and packet of essentials close to your chest.

making sure that the hallways were clear, you kept following it until you reached the bathroom, sliding your form within the room as you worked on thoroughly cleansing your body from the events that happened last night.

with you feeling refreshed and dressed in what you assumed to be rei’s clothes, you make your way towards the kitchen to see rei already settled on the table with an adorable young girl with rich brown hair settled on his lap all while feeding him bits of what looked like pancakes. for a moment, you felt your heart become trapped within your throat upon seeing rei in his disheveled state.

he was achingly handsome, with the soft curls seen falling across his face. there was a soft expression seen within his eyes when he holds the little girl on his lap, allowing her to pat and prod at his cheeks while letting out a string of giggles-

and truly, it was such an endearing sight to you.

“papa, papa! say ahhh!” she beckons at rei to lean down and take a bite out of the pancake dipped in syrup, making his mouth twitch a little bit before leaning down to meet with her gaze.

“ahh.” rei’s voice was completely deadpan, dripped in nonchalance as he allows the young girl to feed him the delectable pancake. the sight was enough to make you smile as a giggle was felt escaping from your lips, and you immediately regretted letting your presence known. rei’s gaze was unreadable, looking at you as the little girl does the same.

thank the heavens for miri, for the moment she sees you, she hops off of rei’s lap and comes to meet with your surprised gaze. “hello! you are the pretty princess in papa’s arms!”

you could feel your cheeks turn warm in response to the girl’s sweet words, causing rei to let out a cough as he tries to correct her, “she’s just...a friend of papa’s.”

the girl doesn’t seem to pay rei any mind, standing on the tip of her toes as she beckons you to pick her up. upon seeing this, rei tries to stop her, “wait, miri, she’s not-”

he trails off upon hearing your sweet giggles, picking her up with no hesitation as you bask in her laughter. the sudden tension felt within the household melts with the joyous sounds that escapes your lips. such a happy sight was enough to make kazuki stop his cooking, watching with unbidden amusement while watching their daughter laughing so freely whilst in your arms.

after calming down miri, you were able to settle yourself on the dining table as kazuki brings you your own plate of breakfast. between bites of your pancakes and sausages, rei keeps his gaze honed in on you. kazuki distracts miri with feeding her some pancakes as well, allowing rei to talk to you.

“do you know what you want to do?”

you hum, cutting off a piece of sausage while chewing on it thoughtfully. “to be honest... not really. since watanabe forced me to come with him as part of my dad’s...payment,” you give yourself a chance to shudder, “i had to quit the lease on my apartment and my job as well.”

“papa rei, you can keep her!”

rei was in the midst of taking a sip of his coffee when miri’s sudden outburst makes him choke on his coffee, the poor man nearly spewing the dark liquid across the table earning an amused chuckle from kazuki.

“i mean, our daughter has a point. it doesn’t seem right to simply kick her out, right? especially after going through something so traumatic as being the center of watanabe’s affections.” kazuki shivers dramatically in response, the sight of his goofy expression was enough to melt all thoughts pertaining to the uncertainty of your future away.

5. date

currently, you had been living with rei and his unorthodox family for a few months now, acting as miri’s primary caretaker when rei and kazuki were sent on missions. despite how awkward it all seemed in the beginning, you all managed to work it all out-

well, for the most part.

what you didn’t account for was the absolute attraction you felt whenever you were close to rei. everything about him seemed to draw you in, and you found yourself daydreaming about him on more than one occasion. everything about him intrigued you, and you wanted nothing more than to tear down the walls rei had built for himself surrounding his heart.

being kazuki kurusu’s complete opposite in every way, you realize that rei was a man that spoke and expressed himself with few words. he enjoyed keeping to himself, spending his free time basking in his various videogames, working out on his treadmill, or tending to his personal garden.

and oh boy...there was a moment where you had caught rei in the midst of his workout, running on the treadmill as you collected everyone’s dirty clothes to do some laundry when you happen to pass by rei whilst he was on the treadmill. your periphery had caught sight of him, but your curiosity got the best of you as you felt yourself facing forward-

only to have your heart cease with its beats at the mere sight in front of you.

rei didn’t notice you, eyes clenched shut as headphones covered his ears. he ran across the treadmill dressed only in a pair of sweats. his muscular body was littered with scars, and even with a few bullet wounds here and there-

yet he was still so attractive to you. you could feel your cheeks warm up as you thought about what it would feel like to kiss away at those scars all while darting your tongue-

as if sensing your presence, rei looks directly at you, taking off his headphones while asking you if you were alright. to which you merely let out a squeak in reply before dashing away from him.

because of how you had witnessed him working out so freely like that, your mind was a complete and total mess whenever rei was around. each time he was within your proximity, you would feel your blood rushing through your veins as your whole body began to heat up in response. the emotions rei had elicited from you was truly and utterly maddening.

so you decided to finally act on your emotions, knowing exactly what to do when rei had his next day off.

it happens on a sunday, with the sounds of rei playing one of his games in the early morning prompting you to wake up. you continue with your morning routine and put on your newly purchased clothes. dressed in a shirt and a cozy pair of sweatpants, you calm down your racing heart and make your way toward rei.

his form was settled on the couch, dark eyes glued to the glowing screen as he mashes several buttons on his controller, completely focused on the game when you make your appearance known. he acknowledges you with a nod before returning back to his game.

you watch the screen, coming closer to where he was settled on the couch to see that he was playing one of those competitive fighting games. hoping that he didn’t catch your bluff, you settle yourself next to him while giggling, “oh, i love this game. i used to play it all the time with my friends.”

rei pauses the game, looking at you with his eyebrows arched upwards in question. “oh yeah?”

“yes.” you confirm with a nervous smile, truly hoping that rei couldn’t catch your bluff. your eyes travel over to the second controller and gesture over at it. “how about we compete one-on-one?”

just then, the most attractive smirk graces rei’s features, “what? are you hinting that there’s a prize at the end of it?”

“but of course,” you say with a cheshire cat grin spreading across your features. “if you win, you get to ask anything of me...and if i win...” you trail off, suddenly feeling shy when his gaze is kept honed in on your form.

“and if you win...?” he trails off, ending in a question as he is genuinely curious as to what you were going to say.

ignoring the way your cheeks began to heat up so considerably in response, you look away from him and say, “if i win, th-then you must take me out on a date.”

the silence that permeates the air was unbearable to you, and you found yourself regretting betting such a thing. perhaps he wouldn’t take the bait after all, and you were so close to saying how you were just kidding-

that is, until rei says with a smile on his face, “you’re on, let’s do this.”

he stands from his seat, allowing you to take the other controller before he settles back on the couch right next to you. he exits out of the menu and switches over from single player to two-player. upon reaching the character selection scene, you chose your favorite character to play while rei does the same.

you could feel your palms become sweaty in response, ready to button mash your way into his heart when the fight starts. feeling so wound up, you end up releasing a flurry of attacks first with rei’s character being barely able to block it.

it was strange, but wasn’t rei a great player at this game? surely the hours he spent putting into the game would reflect his far superior style of gameplay compared to yours-

so why was it that you were able to chip away at the opponent with ease? truly, you had lied about this game being a favorite of yours, with you simply taking a guess with each button mash you performed. within just seconds alone, your character comes out victorious, standing over rei’s own player character as rei drops his controller in response.

“alright, you won fair and square.” his deadpan expression meets with yours, making your heart race even faster in response. “i’ll take you out somewhere nice come next weekend.”

6. holding hands

you were still in a daze when rei had agreed to take you out on a date so freely like that.

between kazuki’s knowing smiles and miri’s joyous laughter all urging you onwards with your date with rei. when the weekend finally came, you found that your heart wouldn’t stop racing with anticipation, making sure that you were dressed extremely well while wearing some makeup in hopes of further attracting rei to you.

with you ready to go, you meet with rei, feeling your heart perform somersaults from within the confines of your chest from the mere sight of him. he wore a deep blue jacket, coupling it along with some jeans and a regular pair of sneakers. his curled black hair falls perfectly across his pale face, his full lips perfectly straightened, not showing a single emotion as you struggled to decipher what remains within his mind when he looks at you.

your own gaze was shy, meeting his eyes for a brief moment as you fought back the urge to ask him, what do you think?

but lucky for you, perhaps rei suwa wasn’t as stoic as he made himself out to be. for the moment you step closer to him, eyes wide with your lips parted, as if ready to utter your question when a sudden flash of pink was seen settled across his cheek.

not wanting to be scrutinized or teased by kazuki or their daughter, rei takes a hold of your hand and exits his home together with you. “we’ll be back later, by tonight.” he calls out to his partner and daughter before pulling you along, leading you away from your shared home.

you were close to asking where he planned to take you, but felt your words get caught within the confines of your throat when he takes a hold of your hand, interlocking them together with his as he looks back at you. he lets out a gentle whisper of your name before telling you, “we can go anywhere you’d like.”

7. first kiss

your laughter was all that echoed throughout the night was you kept your arm wrapped around rei’s. staying true to his word, rei takes you to wherever you pleased, allowing you to truly tailor the date to your liking alone.

knowing of rei’s introverted nature, you took him to your favorite cafe, treating yourselves to your favorite drinks before exploring a bookstore close by. the sight of his tiny smile gracing his features as he buys the volumes to his favorite manga was an image that you embedded within the depths of your mind. you had every intention of paying for your own books, but was left pleasantly surprised when he ends up purchasing your novels for you as well.

you end up giggling, having the time of your life while gently running your hips against rei’s as he carried your bag of books with him, “you know, i didn’t think you’d be so bad at city fighters.”

he lifts up his eyebrows at you, “pardon?”

“you know,” you run your hips against his once more, “when we made that bet? and i told you that you owed me a date if you lost?”

it was then that a rich smirk appears on rei’s handsome features, stopping his movements when he meets your gaze and tells you, “oh that? don’t get too cocky, since i lost on purpose.”

the sudden realization makes your cheeks burn with embarrassment, especially when rei begins laughing at you. “w-wait, what?! you lost on purpose, b-but why?!”

your question succeeds in making rei cease with his laughter, not looking at you as he hid his mouth behind the back of his hand. “f-figure it out yourself.”

it takes you a few minutes, until it finally dawns on you.

he wanted to go on a date with you.

yet before you could voice the answer out loud, rei distracts you, asking you where you wanted to eat for dinner. with your heart racing and tied in knots at the thought of rei being so damn cute and charming, you allow rei to choose the restaurant.

you end the night with a dinner at a small and quaint diner that rei favored hidden within the corner of the city. you both end up enjoying the meal while striking a conversation with him. during your conversation, it seemed as though rei was purposely being closed off, not saying much as he allows you to delve into your own rich history about your past.

throughout dinner, you tell him about your rocky relationship with your father, seeing the way rei had tightened his grip on his fork when he listens to all of the troubles you went to, even going into some detail of the weeks you spent with watanabe.

“b-but truly, i’m fine now! i mean, i feel like i should feel sad, or like, just any emotion that pertains to him but...with him gone now, i just feel an overwhelming sense of relief? and i just...i feel so bad about it.”

rei remains silent, hiding his face from beneath the length of his hair before dropping his fork. you were going to ask him if he was okay, only to see him suddenly lean forward as he takes a hold of your chin. his eyes gaze deeply into yours, saying your name in a bit of a husky tone before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

you were given no chance to react the moment rei pulls away from you, eyes now shimmering with a deep emotion you just couldn’t quite put a finger on yet. he keeps his gaze honed in on yours before settling back against his seat. with your free hand in sight, he takes a hold of it, holding it against him as he presses a kiss against the back of it.

“i know your feelings pertaining to your father all too well. and really, there’s no need for you to feel sorry. you aren’t obligated to forgive him, not when he’s inflicted so much pain on you.”

hearing rei’s words causes a fresh wave of tears to wash over you, feeling comforted by his reassuring words as you felt your heart begin to blossom with newfound feelings for the man settled in front of you.

8. relationship

something was growing between you and rei, you could feel it.

every waking moment was spent together with him. you couldn’t quite put a label on what was going on between the two of you, due to rei’s own quiet and introverted nature.

but truly, you didn’t think that your relationship needed a label; not in the slightest.

all you knew was that he was immensely important to you, and possibly, just as broken as you were due to his own troubled past. you wanted to soothe his own heartaches and help with healing his own traumas to the best of your abilities.

it was late into the night and you found that you couldn’t sleep, not without rei by your side. with your form cuddling close to one of your pillows, you continue watching random videos on your phone, hoping that one of them would miraculously lull you into a peaceful slumber, like miri would each time you finished reading a bedtime story for her.

but truly, you need rei by your side to feel any amount of comfort within the night.

as if answering your heeds, your ears perk upon hearing the sound of a front door opening. you gently lower your phone, straining your ears to listen for the familiar sounds of rei’s footsteps. the closer he got to your shared bedroom, the more prominent his sighs became as he pushes the door open.

his eyes strain against the darkness, seeing the way your phone still lights up the space before grunting, “it’s late, why are you still up?”

you cough, turning off your phone before deciding to be honest with him. “i-i couldn’t sleep without you next to me.”

rei was unnaturally silent, not making a sound when he loosens his tie and takes off the jacket of his suit. you listen to him let out a sigh of your name before joining you in bed, feeling the expensive fabric of his collared shirt brushing against your back.

“are you not going to change?”

cue rei letting out a grunt in response. “no, too tired.” he leans in closer to you, breathing in your scent before placing a kiss behind your neck. “besides, i can’t sleep unless i have you in my arms.”

the mutual warmth you felt was undeniable, and you could feel your heart brimming with fondness for him when the drowsiness slowly takes over your form. you could feel your eyelids become heavy, basking in the way rei’s chest was pressed against your back, making you feel every sensation of his breathing whilst he slept.

9. love

there was a sudden distance felt forming between you and rei, and you weren’t sure what had become the catalyst to such a thing. it was felt each time you tended to miri, watching with an almost forlorn expression each time rei leaves without sparing you a second glance.

during those times where he would leave on his own, you would ask kazuki if you had done anything to upset rei, to which he would simply let out a chuckle in response. “it’s fine, rei’s probably just busy, that’s all. it probably has nothing to do with you.”

you thanked him for his words, tending to miri once more as she shows you all of the pictures she had drawn as you force yourself to smile. she calls out your name before shifting through her many drawings, pulling out one in hopes of cheering you up.

“mama, look, your holding hands with papa rei a-an he’s holding your hand ‘cause he loves you! this will be my present for you!”

you felt an almost painful smile cross your features, holding miri tightly against you as you buried your nose within her soft strands of hair all while breathing in the soft scent of her strawberry shampoo. “thank you, sweetheart.”

later that night, kazuki offers to put miri to bed so that you could be alone with your thoughts. within the comfort of your shared room, you kept miri’s picture close to you, staring at the sweet colors and wondering if rei would come home tonight. your fingers trace at his features within the drawing, feeling your heart ache as you called out his name.

you were so caught up in your thoughts, wondering if you could truly explain the reasoning behind rei’s distance that you were unaware of the sudden presence coming from behind you. the man seemed out of breath, entering the room before locking the door, making his way toward you.

you gasp, finally realizing that you were no longer alone when you saw rei take great strides toward you. his eyes were filled with a yearning, brimming with the same shine within his gaze you had seen during your first date. you call out to him, voice a stuttering mess when he strips himself of his clothes.

with his added weight making the bed dip in response, you feel him reach out towards you, hands brushing against your chin as he forces you to face him. he lets out a hoarse cry of your name before delving his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. with a moan, you feel your hands let go of miri’s drawing, allowing it to flutter to the ground as you felt yourself drowning within his kiss.

using his strength alone, he picks up your form to settle it in the middle of the mattress, his knee coming between your legs as he pushes against your core with a purpose. you moan into his kiss, feeling the heat spread from between your legs the more rei places the pressure against it.

when the need for air became too much to bear, he pulls away from the kiss first, settling his form away from you as he works on tearing off the rest of his clothes. you whimper upon feeling rei pull away from, about to voice your protest when he finally strips his collared shirt away from his body, revealing his broad and scarred chest for your eyes to drink in.

he crawls closer to you, pressing a finger against your parted lips when he tells you, “sssh, we wouldn’t want to wake up miri...” he trails off, hands working on lifting up your own pajamas away from your form as he pushes up the soft fabric, revealing your bare, heaving breasts to him.

he moans at the sight, hands coming to latch on to your heated skin while letting out a quiet string of curses, “d-damn, i forgot how you seldom sleep with a bra on.” he squeezes at your chest, prodding at your nipples before settling himself above your form. licking his lips, he takes in one of your hardened buds into his hot mouth with his tongue curled against it. him lavishing such sinful kisses across your chest makes you elicit a whimper, with you literally having to bite down against the back of your hand as rei continues his ministrations on your form.

the ache you felt between your legs was painful, becoming so uncomfortable that you felt your very breath become taken away from you. you became so needy for him that you felt your legs wrap themselves around his waist, grinding yourself against him in hope of relieving such an annoying ache that took residence between them.

he groans at the sensation, nipping at your skin before traveling down your form, “so damn impatient.”

rei continues to lift your clothes away from your body, tearing them away from your form as you were left in your panties. with a grunt of your name, rei keeps sliding down your frame until he was settled between your legs, pressing a kiss against your inner thighs before grabbing at your panties, pulling them down with his teeth alone.

your mind was spinning, feeling your panties loosely hang against your ankles as rei presses soft kisses against your aching core. you could feel the evidence of your arousal coming out of you as rei’s gentle licks against your slickness makes you toss your head back in response.

the squelching sounds that were felt and heard eliciting from your core as rei worked on devouring you was enough to send your heart and mind reeling. thoughts were no longer felt nor acknowledged the moment rei decides to explore your gummy walls with his fingers. he stretches you, allowing his fingers to gently prod and open them all while drinking in the evidence of your arousal.

nearly letting out a cry of his name, you bite down against the back of your hand, feeling yourself spill into his mouth as rei lets out a guttural groan of your name.

as if driven by sheer desperation for you, rei steps out of bed for a few moments, shoving his dress pants and boxers down as you watch with anticipation, admiring the prominent erection seen between his legs. he comes closer to your form, pressing a kiss against your forehead before leaning over you to reach the nightstand. from the drawer, he pulls out a square foil and rips it open with his teeth.

returning back to you, his eyes never leave your form as he places the ring of rubber around his cock, ready to take you in every sense of the word as he allows your legs to wrap around his waist.

his eyes were brimming with absolute adoration for you, allowing the tip of him to collect at the arousal that stains your walls. your breath hitches when you feel him slide his tip within your aching core, making you arch your back when rei breathlessly tells you, “i’d rather be in hell than alone, and you make me feel less alone.”

“r-rei...ah!” within seconds, he fully sheathes himself inside of your walls, pounding himself passionately in and out of you all while admiring the way your breasts seemed to bounce with his every movement. the sheer amount of pleasure you felt was at an all time high, with rei feeling the same way as he struggled to keep his breathing even.

due to your respective desperations that was felt, rei continues to quicken his thrust all while holding on to your hips tightly, the bed seeming to creak and bounce with his passionate movements as you arched your back in response. just feeling how deeply rei penetrates your walls makes you gasp, crying out to him when rei suddenly leans forward to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, thus swallowing your moans.

with one final thrust, rei comes and spills himself within the condom as your walls convulses against him at the same time, feeling yourself spill the sweet evidence of your release over him. he lets out a grunt, making sure he was completely emptied before pulling out of you, tying up the used condom as he tosses it within the trash-bin settled in the corner of his room.

both of your expressions were painted with a tinge of exhaustion when rei comes closer to you, taking you in his arms as he places the blankets over your naked forms. all was quiet, with neither of you uttering a single word. rei allows you to bask in the quiet ambience, taking advantage of your sleepy state as you let out a yawn and fell asleep against him.

feeling your gentle breaths against his skin, rei closes his eyes all while softly murmuring into the night.

“i love you.”

10. commitment

the sun was felt shining a bit too brightly for your liking, making you wince as you buried your head even further from within your beloved’s chest. did you and rei end up sleeping in? the intensity of the sun was insane, and you weren’t sure if kazuki needed your or rei’s help with taking care of miri.

with a soft moan, you were ready to call out to him to wake him up, sitting up from your position on his chest when something sparkling from the corner of your eyes catches your attention. following the sight, you felt the air escape from your lungs upon seeing an engagement ring settled safely within a plush, black velvet box.

as if spellbound by such a sight, you step out of bed and come closer to where the ring was settled, hand trembling as they reached down to grab a hold of it. the box kept shaking, even when it was placed upon the palm of your hand, and you couldn’t find any reasons why such a ring would be here, in yours and rei’s shared bedroom.

you weren’t sure how much time had passed when rei finally woke up, dark eyes completely unreadable when he puts on his boxers and joins you. he takes note of the way your hand keeps trembling and decides to take a hold of the ring, letting out a soft chuckle when he teases you, “shall i help you with putting it on?”

you gasp, meeting his gaze while letting out a stuttered cry of his name. taking the box from your hand, he extracts the diamond ring from its confines before sliding it on to your left ring finger. “ah, a perfect fit.”

gently, he turns you around so that you were facing him. his expression was shy, as a light blush dusts at his cheeks, “i’m sorry, i’m not so good at these types of things, and i didn’t mean to come off as being so distant when all i wanted was to surprise you with this.”

he admires the ring settled on your finger and sighs, getting down on one knee for you, “i had every intention of waiting; of proposing to you when i took you out to dinner or something...but, the moment i saw you sleeping so peacefully while next to me, i couldn’t stand not being to claim you as mine for forever. that’s why...i carefully snuck out of bed and took out the ring in hopes that you would see it once you woke up.”

“r-rei.”

holding on to your left hand, he places a kiss against your ring finger, purposely brushing his lips against the engagement ring when he tells you, “i’ve never felt such a deep love or fondness for anyone- well, aside from with miri, but you’re different.” he presses his forehead against the back of your hand, “with you, i learned just how soft having an unconditional type of love could be. i see it every day when you care for miri and laugh at all of kazuki's stupid jokes. i want to spend the rest of my life with you, tying your life together with mine.”

“i’ll always protect you, so please, marry me.”

with a happy cry of his name, you eagerly accept his proposal, causing the widest smile to appear across rei’s handsome features as he stands back to his full height, taking you in his arms as he kisses you deeply, filled with joy at the thought of you becoming his wife ♡

a.n. - currently an unedited mess of a story, but it was so worth it ♡ as always i will fix any glaring errors once it's posted 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#rei suwa x reader #suwa rei x reader #buddy daddies x reader #buddy daddies fic #.stories

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invidiia · 9 months

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I don’t think you understand the way I raced to read your work once I saw you updated something new lmfaoaoo. But like I have an idea- platonic yandere pm!Dazai with a reader who was sent to assassinate him from a rival organization. This is my first time asking so feel free to ignore this- literately just have a great day <3

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ "higher than the sun." 𖤐 yandere osamu dazai // reader.

dazai grows an obsession after meeting the one who was supposed to end him.

m.list // now playing..

[ a/n ; THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!! pm!dazai so silly i love him even though he makes me sad </3 reader and dazai are the same age, so whether it's teen/adult daz depends on reader's age i suppose? ]

[ warning ; platonic yandere, obsession, gender neutral reader, reader's organization is abusive to them, honestly this can probably be read as platonic or romantic, reader also lives in a shipping container like dazai, does that count as a stormbringer spoiler?, mention of torture and death ]

[ word count ; 1.6k ]

One month.

It was one month since you were tasked to assassinate Osamu Dazai of the Port Mafia, and it was finally time.

The young assassin stood behind the door with a sharp knife in their hand, leaning against it to listen for anyone else in the room. Only silence.

Nothing could be heard from beyond the door, but you knew your target was behind it. Getting into the port mafia headquarters wasn't easy, but you were here now, so what really mattered was killing Dazai and getting out easily.

You leaned up against the door quietly, trying to listen for anything else to be a danger while you did this job. It was super important you didn't fail. You could never predict your leader's next move.

With an ear to the door, you finally made out a sound. The sound of the door knob turning. Before you could react, the door swung back and you fell forward. Into someone. You landed on your side, while the other landed on their back. It was embarrassing. You sat up carefully to look at the person, seeing if it was truly who you needed to see.. and it was. Osamu Dazai lied next to you on his back, opening his eyes.

You gasped, turning to trap him under you, with the knife in your hand. Now, Dazai was face to face with the person who would bring him death. Your target lie shocked under you, and before you raised the knife to stab his chest, a smile creeped onto his face, and Dazai spoke up.

"Do it," He spoke, followed by a smirk and a sigh. "I always wanted to die under the hands of someone like you."

Hold on.

Someone like you?

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

You moved back off of him, obviously flustered, and dropping the knife. Did he just call you attractive? "Did you just..?" Seriously. Calling the person who was about to stab him, to bring him death, attractive?

Dazai sat up too, moving closer. "Yeah." He spoke as if it was normal. "Are you gonna kill me, or..?" He looked through your eyes, straight to your very soul. "I.. Um, yeah, I'm gonna kill you. With this.." You turned to your side to pick up the knife, but it was gone. Looking back up to see Dazai pulling away from you, with the knife in his hands. Oh.

You backed away further, because now he had the knife, and you were at just about every disadvantage here. "I gotta go, uh."

"Wait, you're supposed to kill me..!" Your target yelled before you stumbled back up to your feet and bolted, leaving the room and running down flights of stairs. Thankfully you had stamina because if anyone else from the mafia caught you, you'd be killed.

But maybe death was better than being beaten by your boss.

Was your life always this miserable before?

That's what Dazai wanted to know. He followed you the night you left, looking for you again.

Dazai gained an obsession. Some kind of love, and he didn't know. He watched through a window as the one who ordered his death violently beat you, continuing to press on your limp body with his shoe for not finishing your job. Dazai stayed out of sight, to keep the living proof of your failure hidden as to not get you hurt more.

Part of him blamed himself for this. Thinking that he should have let you stab him to avoid being beaten.. but then, he couldn't save you in the future, like he couldn't now. That was why he had a plan.

Dazai followed closely behind on an empty street, watching you cling to street light poles to keep yourself standing on a sprained ankle. He noticed how you winced in pain every time your hand clutched the poles, the sensitive, scraped skin giving you a hard time just because you couldn't properly stand.

It was a long walk to where you lived, especially if you're injured. Dazai had a smile, watching while you dragged yourself into your temporary home - a shipping container. You were just like him! You two were destined to meet, practically cut from the same mold.

Like Dazai's own, your living space was very.. empty. Barely anything, aside from a bed and place to store your food, and a few other necessities.

But, at least you could get some sleep for the night.

Only a few days later, you found yourself back in your own bed. Normally for you, sleep was amazing when you haven't gotten it in a while. Any amount was worth it, as long as you had a bed, right?

It wasn't normal, however, to wake up to another person's head right over yours. You could see one eye with a curious glint peering down at yours, the other hidden by bandages.

It didn't take you long to back away and swing a fist at the familiar face. Your former target caught your wrist right at your knuckles grazed his face. Thankfully, it didn't hurt him, or he'd be a little more upset. But could he really blame you? You're just defending yourself, he can't possibly hate you because you thought he came to hurt you.

Dazai didn't yell at you or anything, all he did was ask one question.

"How's your ankle?" You had no idea he saw what he did. Was he not here to get revenge on you for trying to kill him? "What? You saw that..?" You paused, sitting up probably and turning off the side of the bed, lifting your ankle up to see how it looked. Swollen blotches of a deep purple color covered all around the area. It hurt to move, but it wasn't the worst thing your boss had done to you anyway. You've limped home on a broken leg twice anyway. "If you're looking for an apology, I'm sorry. I-I was ordered to do it,"

"No," Dazai stifled a laugh, bringing a hand to his face. He didn't care about your apology. He wanted you to kill him anyway.. but not now. "I don't want a 'sorry'. Instead, I have an offer for you."

You never heard offer with a good meaning.. normally, your boss would give you a mission for a large amount of money, and then cut down on his word by paying you less than his promise. "Offer..?" You cautiously asked.

"Yes." Dazai stood in front of you, reaching a hand out for you to take. "Come with me, join the port mafia." His hand was steady, contrary to the way he felt inside, anxious. Anxious for your answer, for your reaction.

You hesitated. Leaving your boss would be.. hard. Despite the organization being smaller than the port mafia, it wouldn't be hard for your boss to find you. If he found out you were gone, who knows? Likely, he'd have you killed for treason. "What would my superior say..? He'll find out, then he'll have me killed."

"I won't let him hurt you." Dazai responded quickly, taking your hand in his without asking, It hurt. It hurt your skin, the palms of your hands still scraped, not fully healed. "I won't let him lay a finger on you. Would you do the same for me?"

He stared into your hesitant eyes for a few moments. "I can't betray him.." Dazai didn't like your decision. His eyes were darker, less hopeful for your answer. "I understand." And with that, he let go of your hand and left.

It was a few days again since you decided to stay under your boss.

Dazai could understand. He knew you were terrified of being killed for turning against your only source of income. But he could just have your boss killed if he wanted to! He could have him tortured for hurting you as much as he did! All Dazai needed was for you to trust him, and it didn't work, he should have known.

Unless he used another tactic. Maybe he could get you to come with him willingly, but why would he wait so long to take you out of your situation? Kidnapping was always an option, anyway.

But first, he wanted to get your boss out of the way. There was nothing too special about his death, really - it just was rare to be tortured by Dazai specifically, then killed.

Now that your boss was gone, what was basically your life had just dissolved in the span of two days. Your boss was dead, multiple other members had gone off the grid, and you were forced to go back home.

The shipping container's doors shut with a slam while you flopped onto the bed, whether it was anger or sadness, you couldn't even tell. Part of you was relieved, hearing about the death of your abuser, the infamous boss of your organization. Your vision was blurred. You didn't feel like you had a purpose anymore. You practically just lost your life.

The thing that snapped you out of your dissociation was the sound of the container door shutting. When you looked back up, Dazai was there, standing in front of you with a smile on his face.

You wanted to tell him the answer was no, knowing he was going to ask you to come with him again, but you were too out of it to do anything but look up at him. "I heard about your leader."

He mocked your boss. Dazai knew what he did. "I know you have something to do with this," You sighed, blinking to gain composure over yourself.

"Maybe," Dazai stepped closer to you, tilting a head at your accusation, smiling. He didn't deny it. "So, what'll it be?"

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enam3l · 1 year

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dirty thirty (@funsonmunson-again's mafia eddie x reader)

funsonmunson-again's birthday week writing challenge / prompt #24: saving the best for last haha, but birthday spankings with any of the eddies!

happy birthday evie!! thank you for reviving the timeline with your amazing fics. it's eddie's birthday too and he's in trouble...

CW: very much 18+, pure smut, bdsm, use of guns, truly the most depraved thing i've ever written.

For his 30th birthday, Eddie Munson has nearly just taken a shot to the head... but in your defence, he really fucking deserved it.

Slowly - albeit on wobbly feet - Eddie, Gareth, Jeff and Freak turn around to face you, eyes still wide from seeing the bullet fly past their boss's shoulder. They're stood in a line like naughty school boys in your garden, caught doing something they shouldn't be. Which is exactly what's happened.

You stand in front of the glass doors that lead onto the patio, curtains billowing and light glowing behind you. Flanked by four growling dogs. The light from the house reveals the curves of your body under the sheer babydoll lingerie you're wearing. But no one is looking at the small number, they're cowering at the pistol in your hands and the infuriated look on your face.

'Get inside, now,' you snarl, the dogs' snapping in agreement with you.

At the stroke of midnight, by some miracle of god, the unimaginable happened and Eddie Munson reached thirty years of age. Each year of his life since he hit ten, felt like a bonus. He was sure he'd never see twenty and absolutely certain he'd never meet thirty but here he was. He'd been surprised you let him go out with the guys that night but you insisted.

'Let loose with the boys, then I can have you all to myself in the day,' you'd smirked, clearly hiding something.

The four men left the house at 8pm, promising to be back by 2am at the latest. Yet, by the fourth shot of tequila, that promise was long forgotten as well as Eddie's suspicions that you'd been planning something.

Which you had. Throughout your four years together, it had been near impossible to surprise Eddie. Firstly, his line of business meant he liked to know everything that was going on. Surprises equalled the opportunity for danger. Secondly, you shared your finances - although, in all honesty, his finances, but he enforced a what's mine is yours policy. So, it was hard to splash on something for him, without him noticing when the bills came or his accountant alerting him. But for his thirtieth, you devised enough was enough.

After hearing him murmur to himself so many times about his disbelief he had survived this long. Not only had he survived, but now, with you by his side, he was living. Your man deserved for once to be surprised and spoilt. To reign in a new decade of life together in the best way possible.

Therefore, for the past year you had been plotting. With the help of Eddie's accountant and the boys, you'd secretly been putting money aside. Slicing off a chunk of any 'shopping trip' money, he gave you, and putting into a secret account. The accountants making investments on your behalf throughout the year that also went into the account.

Now, you had a hefty chunk of cash that was being spent on the most devastatingly romantic holiday to France that money can buy. A long glamorous weekend in Paris, followed by a week hiding away together on a private beach in Monaco. The flight was booked for Eddie's birthday, that's why you'd let the boys take him out - so you could pack without getting rumbled. But nothing is ever so simple with a Munson.

At 1am, with still no Eddie, you'd become impatient.

By 2am, you were irritated.

By 3am, you were furious.

By 4am, you were terrified that something awful had happened.

At 4:15am you thought those fears were confirmed as you heard gunfire from the gardens.

Not even thinking how you were dressed in an entirely unsuitable birthday present for Eddie, your instincts kicked in. Taking the pistol out the bedside table and with your precious pups quick on your heels, you ran down the stairs. Brain screaming with all the awful possibilities of what could've happened. No matter how long you've been together, the fear over Eddie's job never truly leaves. You burst through the patio doors and fire a warning shot... and then you see the culprits.

Eddie and the boys, lined up, their own pistols in hand. Before them were (once) law ornaments which they had clearly lined up and started target practice on. Now they were looking at you, the tiny remaining sober part of their brains were doing some explaining. Maybe coming home late and doing target practice whilst you were oblivious and gone alone, wasn't a great idea.

With big blinking eyes, like Bambi in front of headlights, Eddie begins to stumble on his words.

'K-k-kitten, hi... I'm s-sorr-'

'Shut the fuck up,' you snapped harshly. The rest of the guys immediately looked down at the ground.

'Edward, get inside NOW. The rest of you, leave.'

Immediately, the four grown men begin to wobble and scramble. The three that weren't your fiancée, babbling,

'We're so sorry Y/N... we didn't mean to... we lost track of...'

'I don't care. Go, before you're limping as well as swaying and this time it'll be because I've shot you in the fucking leg.'

In a flash, they were gone. You glowered at your now shattered flamingos in the distance before turning to look at Eddie. He was tripping over the entrance to the house when you finally looked him in the eye.

'Baby... I really sorry,' he whispered.

'I don't think you are,' you said coolly, 'go to the bedroom. Now.'

Eddie didn't hesitate, he quickened his stumbling pace. As you locked the doors, you could see him gripping onto Lucifer for stability. Then using Zeus as well once he attempted the stairs. You could hear him unsubtly whispering to them as he climbed the marble steps.

'I've never seen your Mom this mad before.'

It's true, he hadn't and he was petrified. More terrified than he had ever been in a sticky situation during work, he had far more to lose with you. Good job Munson, he grumbles to himself, not even five hours into 30 and you've fucking blown it.

When you finally come up to the bedroom, Eddie is sat on the edge of the bed, throbbing head in his hands. Now he's not stumbling around, he can finally look at you. The pretty sheer dress you're wearing in his favourite colours, pretty bows and ruffles and microscopic matching panties. Your hair is swept up how he likes as well. Everything you've done, as ever, is for him. He feels awful and not because he's drank the best part of a bottle of tequila and a whiskey more expensive than several of his rings.

'You look really beautiful, kitten,' he whispers, big eyes now wet.

But your eyes are still filled with anger.

'How could you, Eddie!' You shout, 'you scared the shit out of me!'

'I'm sorry, I-' he croaks.

'No!' You snap, taking a kitten heel off and launching it across the room. 'No excuses. I've not finished! Can you imagine if I had done that? Disappeared longer than I said and without contact? Then you heard random shooting outside?'

Eddie's blood ran cold at the thought and knuckles white as he gripped the sheets beneath him. If he was in your shoes, a search party would be out and he'd be sick with worry.

'That's what I thought,' you mutter as you see the look on his face. 'You wouldn't let me ever leave without an escort again.'

It's true, he'd never let you leave his side.

'I thought you were...' your facade and your voice finally cracks, 'I've never been so scared in my life!'

Irritated that your mask has slipped, you stomp forward to Eddie. With all the anger in your body, you shove your lean fiancée, causing him to fall backwards on the bed. Eddie stays lying there, not wanting to look up and catch you sniffling. He doesn't want to make it worse. His heart cracks hearing what he's done to you, especially on what is supposed to be a happy day. Especially when you'd clearly planned something for his return.

He clears his throat, wanting to ensure he gets his words out perfectly.

'Kitten, I know. You never would've done this to me. I'm so sorry. What can I do? How do I fix it?'

There's only silence for a little while but he keeps his eyes trained to the white ceiling. Then, he feels your hand hovering on his knee.

'Turn over,' you say firmly but quietly.

Eddie lets out a confused mumble but does as he's told. Right now, if you told him to eat his own shoes, he would. Then, he feels you take an ankle, lifting it so you can begin to take off his boot. Once it's off, he kicks off the other himself. He gulps then, truly unwitting over your plans. Your hands now tug at the waist of his slacks, nails scratching at his back. In attempt to aid you, he raises his hips and undoes his belt and buttons, allowing you to slide them off.

He hears the sound of his eyelashes flutter against the duvet as he blinks, anxiously. Are you just getting him ready for bed? He would like to just go to sleep in your arms right now. Whisper he's sorry and he loves you until you both fall asleep. But that's not what is going to happen.

No, that's definitely not going to happen, Eddie realises suddenly. As before he can even process, you've quickly tugged down his underwear, and have cracked down your palm against his ass cheek. Eddie gasps.

'You're going to feel how angry I am, Eddie,' you say so calmly that a trail of goosebumps prickle down his spine.

'I'm going to do to you, what you would've done to me in this situation... and you're going to take it.'

Crack. You hit his cheek again.

'Do you understand?'

'Yes, kitten,' he barely whispers. He's scared, confused and aroused. Never, ever, have you done this to him before but he doesn't dare protest.

'Good,' your palm soothes over the attacked cheek. It's barely blushing, your own hand nothing in comparison to Eddie's own sprawling ones. He widens his legs so you can stand further between them. He knows right now, he just needs to let you do what you need to do.

Crack. Crack. Eddie gasps. Crack. The fear, surprise and arousal mixed together is intoxicating. His heart is in his throat and his palms are sweating. Each smack, full of raw emotion, sends a zap through his body.

'That's five, Eddie... I'm going to do thirty.'

Eddie's eyes widen.

'If you're going to act like this, at your age now, then I'm going to give you a present deserving of it. So, twenty five to go.'

He's not sure he can last that long in silence, without crying out your name or moaning or worse, popping a boner whilst you're angry. Then, he feels a dip on the bed alongside him. For the first time since you shoved him, he dares to steal a glance at you. Your eyes are dark and looking back at him.

'You should probably sit across my knee. It'll make this easier for everyone,' your voice is unwavering. This new stern side to you is equal parts unnerving and sexy.

Eddie scrambles to his feet quickly and stands before you. You look him up and down, infuriatingly, he looks so good. You'd thought that when he left the house and you couldn't wait to throw yourself at him upon his return. But he ruined it. Now he's just there, a sheepish look on his face, shirt still on but his cock out. You had planned to ride it until you both collapsed, but now plans have been spoilt.

'Take your shirt off and get over my knee,' you sigh. Your voice sounds so uninterested, it makes Eddie's heart pang. He wants to get on his hands and knees and beg for your attention and forgiveness. Desperate to smother you in kisses.

However, he does as he's told. A shiver rippling through him as he rids himself of the shirt. Anxiously, he walks to the side of you and clambers onto the bed and then spreads himself over your lap. He wiggles, following your guidance to get his lap perfectly across your thighs.

'Baby, is this right? Do you need to me to move more?' Eddie asks, desperate to please you.

'S'fine,' you say casually.

But there's nothing casual about the gasp that escapes him as your fingers trail down his back. Small circles drawn into the dimples above his ass. Then one hand trails down to the top of his thigh and rests, whilst another stays on his asscheek. There's nothing for a moment and Eddie feels his heart racing and the anticipation. Until, he feels your soft lips place a peck on the one cheek you'd struck. It gives him butterflies knowing you still want to give him gentle loves.

'That's nice... thank you, baby,' his voice sounds smaller than ever before.

'S'okay, Eds. I'm gonna go again now, okay?'

He nods. Your hand smooths over the untouched cheek, stealing a squeeze.

'This one needs to catch up, hmm?' You coo. Oh god, he thinks, you're playing with him now. Like a cat with a mouse.

Five sharp, consecutive slaps, crack down against the porcelain skin. Each jolting Eddie and causing him to gasp. You squint, wondering if part of him actually enjoys this. So you test the theory.

'Nineteen,' you say.

Then, the hand smacks down, harder than ever before. Hard enough that he knows there's a mark.

'Eighteen!'

This one even harder, your hand clearly coming down from quite a distance. The jolt from the force causes his cock to flop between the gap of your thighs.

'Seventeen! Sixteen!'

Smack. Smack. Both as hard as the last. There's no denying it hurts, but it's also good. Eddie feels good that you're punishing him for scaring you. It satisfies the shame he feels and his body knows it because his cock springs to life. Rock hard now between your soft thighs.

'You're fucking hard?' You scoff, turning the cheeks on his face, not just his ass, bright red. 'Do you not understand that I'm angry? This isn't for your pleasure! Fifteen!'

'Oh fuck,' Eddie cries. Fifteen was the hardest yet and it pushed his body down, causing your thighs to tug at his cock.

'You're sick, Eddie. Getting off on this...' you rake your nails down his back now, causing more moans from him.

'Do you like it? Facing the consequences of your actions for once, baby?' You snarl. Your hands have now reached the base of his neck and tug at some hair there.

'Yes, yes,' he wines. He can't stop himself, he thrusts into your thighs some more. Fucking himself between your plush skin. You're genuinely shocked.

'Oh my god... you really are getting off on this, hmm? Engaged and I'm still learning new things about you. My dirty boy, hmm. Ready for more?'

Panting from thrusting at your thighs, Eddie nods.

'Okay, you asked for it...'

Fourteen. Thirteen. Twelve. Eleven. Ten. Each one is quick, sharp and alternates between each cheek. Eddie snaps his hips, jerking his throbbing cock off in time with your hits. Your own panties are soaked at seeing your big, scary, mafia boss, so desperate and pathetic.

Eddie whelps something you don't make out. You pinch the skin of his hip and ask him to repeat.

'The belt, the belt,' he cries, 'god, please use the fucking belt!'

Your face scrunches up, wondering if he really just said what you think. But before you can process, you feel him shift. His arm stretches out down to the floor. Your questions are answered when he thrusts the belt he had holding his slacks up, behind his back and into your hands.

Oh, you gasp internally, he really fucking wants this bad.

Tauntingly, you brush the smooth leather across his skin.

'You feel that bad, huh? Understand just how angry I am, Edward?'

'Yes, kitten, please...' he cries, 'please show me.'

At first you hesitate, not wanting to do some serious damage. Folding the belt in half, you bring down the looped end against his bright pink cheek. Nine. The sound is heavier than any your palm could make but you know the sensation is even harsher.

Eddie groans in frustration and shakes his head. He wants it worse.

You tighten your grip and bring it down harder. Eight. Instantly there's lines imprinted on his skin from the edges of the belt. But it's clear that's what he wanted, as his hips thrust ferociously and you feel precum trickling down your calf.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Eddie is crying your name, fists white knuckling the bed linen. His skin has transformed from magenta to blooms of purple.

'Just five more and then it's the big 3-0, okay?'

He's barely paying attention, so lost in the high, continuously fucking himself in your thighs. You take the belt to the other cheek now.

Four. A warning spank. You lean down and press a kiss each cheek. This is it.

'Say'

Three.

'You're'

Two.

'Fucking'

One.

'Sorry!'

Eddie's cock spurts his load all down your legs as he cries.

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry kitten, I'm so fucking sorry!'

His body trembles on you at the aftershock of such intense touch. Another load of cum squirts out. He sobs real tears, you can tell, into the sheets.

'Kitten. I'm sorry, m'sorry, love you s'much,' he whimpers.

You let both your hands soothingly rub his back and thighs and you lean down to presses kisses to his ass. Perfect porcelain now splattered in purples and pinks.

'I know, Eds. It's why it upset me so much. You're never reckless like that... I wanted you home. Was supposed to be perfect when you got home...'

Eddie can hear that the anger is gone and now there's just a soft sadness in your voice. Ignoring the ache in his backside, he crawls off you, sliding onto the floor. Slotting himself between your thighs as he rests on his knees. Capturing your hands, he kisses them.

'Let me make it up to you, sweetheart,' he pleads. Big brown eyes, red from tears and begging. Letting go of your hands, Eddie takes your knees and pushes them further apart. He reveals his cum still dripping from you thighs. Leaning in, eyes still looks at you, he kitten licks his own spend up.

'You shouldn't have let me cum,' he mumbled against the velvety skin at the apex of your thighs.

'Should've forced me to make you cum, over and over and over... so that's what I'm gonna do.'

You just nod and let Eddie take over. He tugs your soaked panties off.

'These were so cute, kitten. I didn't deserve them,' he sucks at the wet crotch, 'daddy was so bad but now daddy will make it up to you. I promise.'

With that, Eddie dives into your folds. Lapping up the wetness that's been gathering like he had his own cum. That alone makes you sigh, so much of the tension leaving your body. Bringing your thighs over his shoulder, he buried his face further to access to your clit. Latching onto it the moment he finds it. Sucking until you squirm.

'That's it,' he sighs, his voice happy now, 'going to make my girl feel better.' He punctuates each word with a soft kiss to your bud.

It's all parts feral and tender and causes your tense body to flop back onto the bed. Eddie is shortly quick to chase you. With your thighs round his neck, he guides you to lie back against the pillows so he can completely lie down and lose himself in your cunt.

Now his body is fully relaxed, he makes out with your pussy. Going from sucking your clit to lapping at your hole.

'That's so good, Eds,' you coo, hand twisting curls round your fingers. Now, Eddie knows he's on his way to forgiveness.

Forcing your legs a little further, he goes in for the kill. Using the move he knows always makes you crumble. He sucks both his thumbs, letting one come up to toy with your clit and the other drops to press against your tight asshole.

The concentration alone sobers Eddie up. He hears you gasp and cry his name as the thumbs circle each pleasure point. Then he lets his tongue fuck into your hole unrelentingly. Faster. Faster. Your thighs are squirming but Eddie won't stop until you get the release you deserve. The wiggling results into his thumb popping into your asshole causing your hips to jerk and your hand to rip at his hair.

'Jesus fuck, Eddie,' you sob, tears erupting at the overwhelming sensation.

Eddie plunges his tongue as far as he can, along with his thumb in your ass and then tears aren't the only thing erupting. Your little cunt spasms, squirt soaking his tongue and face. Your whole body left trembling as you gasp. Eddie doesn't let on that it causes him to cum against the bedsheets where he'd be gently rubbing himself against.

Wiping his face and licking his fingers clean, Eddie smiles at your fucked out frame.

'That is the best birthday present you can ever get me, kitten.'

Leaving you to catch your breath, he gets up and waddles over to the light switch. His sore cheeks definitely limiting his movements more than the alcohol ever did. The bedside lamp keeps the room in a soft glow as he turns the main light off.

Slowly, he climbs under the covers and into bed next to you.

'Is it... is it okay if I hold you now, Y/N?' Eddie's voice is soft but nerve filled. You turn and look at him, chocolate eyes full of worry still. Nodding, you shuffle under the duvet and into his waiting arms. Lying in a way that you can both look at each other.

'I love you and I'm sorry. I can't imagine how scared you must've been. We got carried away,' he sighs, stroking fallen strands out of your face. Leaning forward, you press a soft kiss to his chewed lips. He melts into you instantly, soul settling to be fully reunited with yours.

'Just... don't do something like that again or I won't let you make it to thirty,' you smile against his lips.

Eddie pulls back and looks at you, wide eyed in shock. 'You see us being 60 together?'

His response makes your brow furrow.

'Yes? Obviously, you silly boy? Eds... I'm marrying you in just a couple of months.' You laugh, pressing another few kisses to his lips. When you look back, his cheeks are flushed like his backside.

'Doesn't seem real still. Don't know how I made it this long, but you wanting to marry me? S'the most unbelievable part...'

You shake your head.

'Best get believing. You're about to experience a week long love fest...'

Eddie cocks his head in confusion and you lean up to peck his cute round nose.

'I think we'll have to bring your ruined ass a cushion though for the journey... filthy boy,' you chuckle causing Eddie to groan and bite his lip.

But your words must finally hit him. Releasing you from his hold, he now waves his arms maddeningly in confusion.

'What the hell, what's going on, woman!'

You chuckle to yourself, knowing you're finally about to pull off a surprise on him. Even at 30, the love of your life, Eddie Munson, still doesn't know how spectacular he is. But it's okay, you've got the rest of your lives to show him.

did you enjoy that? i bet you did, you sick fucks x

#funsonsbdaygame #mafia!eddie munson #mafia!eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #Eddie munson x female reader #enam3ls rockstar eddie

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soukoku fics: recs and reviews

look, i really like fanfiction. and i've always felt people sometimes don't give good enough reasons to actually read a lot of it. if you scroll down enough, you'll see i did that too. so i thought i'd help out some people that don't know what to read tonight. you'll notice i took my reviewing seriously hgdsafvkhagsv i'll add more in my reblogs as i go on with this review style, but for now, here are three fanfics that pushed me to do this. fair warning, they're long ones.

A Lesson in Thorns by arkastadt

Word Count: 454,556

Tags: Arranged Marriage, BSD Beast!AU, Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Character Death, Heavy Angst, Happy Ending, Ghosts, So Much Smut

Review:

As one of the longest fics I’ve ever read, it took me three days to read it, and a lot of lost sleep. A Lesson in Thorns is a journey that no one is truly prepared for. It’s surprising, I think, how one only notices the slow burn in the beginning, and forget they didn’t start out together in the end. So many things happen in the span of those fifty chapters, and so many feelings arise alongside their events. The reader watches Chuuya grow into himself, despite the haunting (hehe) that surrounds him by the end. Dazai becomes a man wishing to live, despite becoming a ghost of who he used to be. It’s quite magical, the way the story builds upon itself. What is usually some home, this piece makes an empire.

This author appealed a lot to the wants and needs within these characters, making a paced build up to the challenges the characters face. Furthermore, there is a wonderful line of thought that is unwavering, consistent to the very end. The reader meets Chuuya getting ready to be married. A deal has been struck with the Port Mafia, and as the leader of the Sheep, Chuuya must marry their boss. A questionable and confusing task, but Chuuya has no more cards under his sleeve, and he has to save Shirase from the pending prison sentence. He walks into where he is to be married, looking to find a wrinkled, aging man. Instead, he faces the bandaged limbs and cunning eye of Dazai Osamu, and the story truly begins.

The reader already knows it’s not a choice left for random that Dazai takes Chuuya under his wing. It’s already stated that on the first day in his position as the boss, right after killing Mori and sixteen months before he and Chuuya marry, he finds the redhead. A search that is broken down as the story unravels, and an effort that builds them and breaks them apart and puts them back together.

This fanfic is clearly derived from a lot of the factors pointed in Bungou Stray Dogs’s BEAST light novel, which in my eyes makes it all the more interesting. I tried to give a short insight into the beginning with as much care as I could without creating any spoilers for the reading. I guess from me, all my notes just say it’s worth it. This fic really drags you through so many stages of feelings and excitements, and it builds off from them until you reach a new peak all over again.

On Deathless Feet by AbsoluteNegation

Word Count: 71,848

Tags: Caretaking, Controlling Arahabaki, Canon-Divergence, Port Mafia and Post-Port Mafia, Smut

Review:

There are some stories that find themselves tucked into a hidden corner. It does not make them any less, and it does not make them any better, it just makes them quiet. Which in turn, when they are finally found, makes them all the more surprising. That is how I feel about On Deathless Feet, tucked in a corner of Ao3, and all incredibly surprising.

Written with a nonlinear narrative, the reader meets the famed Double Black in different moments, recently met, in the middle of their rise through the ranks, at the brink of their end, after their disconnection with years of silence. AbsoluteNegation makes a wonderful story threaded in different moments, contextualizing their uncomfortable return to each other with interruptions back to their old lives before Dazai’s split from the Port Mafia. The author mainly focuses on Arahabaki, and Chuuya’s relationship with understanding the singularity as it slips out of control. Dazai is sent in to help counter it throughout their time together, and long stretches of contact are needed to get it down to normal.

With a state of constant carataking, the two are thrusted into communion, needing to learn to accept living with each other for the time being. It isn’t a foreign feeling, seeing the other there, but at the end of the day it’s hard for the two with all that past. A past the author explores in detail just as much, not holding back on making it layered and pretty and very intense. They are creatures of passion, that’s what drives this ship and makes it so loved, and the author doesn’t shy away from building on it. Just as well, however, does the author place their own touch to their relationship, with the care and devotion the two also experiment between them. This fanfic is a welcomed balance to the rockier roads often explored surrounding these two. It never lacks sharpness, but it definitely warms the heart.

music for our funeral by itotypes

Word Count: 67,723

Tags: No Smut, Angst, 70s, Musicians!AU, Drug Abuse, References to Child Neglect, Songwriting, Artistic Lyricism

Review:

Music for our funeral by itotypes is a breathtaking composition, and there is not much like it. Set in the 70s, the author explores the surrounding setting of the rock genre, and writes a story of struggle and connection. Starting out with a run-away teenager, we meet Dazai’s lackluster perfection, the narrative often picturing him as a clinical artist. After leaving home, we watch him make himself something, and see him survive until he looks to live. Meanwhile, the other side of the piece plays with a striving perfectionist, and a reckless guitarist, in the form of Chuuya. The man comes from a struggling family (a stark contrast to the origins of his partner), and finds himself lost in the music.

An interesting part of the story is that we get to know the characters before they meet. In a way, it allows the reader to explore the lives privy to the explosion, and before the pining and intensity that sparks between the two. One of the most appreciative factors that make this story one of my personal favorites is the usage of images throughout it. With beautiful lyrics exploring the essence of a character’s beliefs without them needing to admit it to themselves, there is a clear view into the conflicts and selfish needs that each character has.

This author’s work is best described as an ode to music. It comes as a surprise at times, the way words fit together in reverence to this branch of artistry. Yet the fact that it’s done through another form of storytelling, through the use of words on a screen instead of notes on one’s ear, makes it all the more captivating. There is no question this is a must read.

#i read and review and rant #i have no idea if anyone wants this #i have no regrets writing this tho #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #soukoku #skk #skk fanfiction #soukoku fanfiction #fanfic recs #fanfic recommendations #fanfic reviews

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Buddy Daddies final character bios

The character bios on the website have been updated somewhat throughout the season, so my previous translations are slightly out of date. Now that the series is over, I figured I’d leave you with the final versions of the bios, all compiled in one place.

Kurusu Kazuki

28 years old, assassin

Birthday: 16th May

Voice actor: Toyonaga Toshiyuki

Lives with his colleague and buddy Rei, and looks after his daily needs. When working with Rei, his responsibilities are mostly arranging the contract, gathering intel in advance, and setting up the plan for execution. Excellent communication skills. Fond of women and gambling. Good at cooking and cleaning, and periodically chides Rei for his sloppy lifestyle. Was married in the past, and his wife was pregnant, but she died as a result of some shady business dealings. As penance for this, he sends part of his earnings to his wife’s younger sister, but she refuses to accept it.

Suwa Rei

25 years old, assassin

Birthday: 10th August

Voice actor: Uchiyama Koki

A man of few words. Usually doesn’t even bat an eye when Kazuki comes staggering home. Outstanding physical ability; at the top of the field in hand-to-hand combat and marksmanship. There is a drastic contrast between his ON (professional) and OFF (private) modes - at home, he just shuts himself in and plays games. Born into a large mob family, he received special assassin training from his father ever since his childhood. Unable to escape the conflicts in his family, he has no understanding of normal parent-child relationships.

Unasaka Miri

4 years old

Birthday: 8th November

Voice actor: Kino Hina

A truly lively, innocent girl who fears nothing. Showed up at a hotel in search of her father, and got caught up in a gunfight, but was rescued by Kazuki. Her father was a prominent human trafficker and a mafia boss; he was killed by Kazuki and Rei as one of their mission targets. Her mother was the boss’s lover. Miri’s favourite food is the hamburg steak her mother makes; she has no idea that she has been abandoned. An affectionate child, she calls Kazuki “Kazuki-papa”, and Rei “Rei-papa”.

Kugi Kyutaro

32 years old, cafe owner

Voice actor: Morikawa Toshiyuki

A go-between who coordinates jobs for Kazuki and Rei. Usually puts on a friendly demeanour as the owner of the cafe “Mistletoe”. Keenly perceptive, and remarkably well-informed. Knows a lot about Kazuki and Rei’s pasts, but for some reason, has never intervened, and keeps their relationship squarely within the limits of a business transaction. Generally acts like a kind older brother, but when a job goes wrong, will also readily discard all that to be completely businesslike. A reliable partner to Kazuki and Rei, but keeps them on their toes.

Ogino Ryo

Age unknown, assassin

Voice actor: Madono Mitsuaki

A killing machine who has murdered many people without a trace of emotion. He’s destroyed numerous organisations with his massive physique and overwhelming strength, and travels all over in search of work. Acquainted with Kyutaro. He is connected with the incident in which Kazuki’s wife died, but Kazuki is unaware of this.

Unasaka Misaki

34 years old, bar hostess and singer

Voice actor: Mori Nanako

Miri’s mother. After an affair with Miri’s father, who was a mafia boss, she had Miri as a single mother. Has bad luck with men, and leads a wild life.

Hanyu Anna

24 years old, daycare employee

Voice actor: Terui Haruka

A staff member at “Blue Sky Daycare”. Has a calm and gentle personality. The children call her “Anna-chan”. Not good at playing the piano.

Kurusu Yuzuko

25 years old at death

Voice actor: Ito Shizuka

Kazuki’s beloved wife. Passed away in an incident while pregnant.

Izumi Karin

22 years old, student

Voice actor: Hasegawa Ikumi

Yuzuko’s younger sister. Was sincerely delighted by her sister’s marriage to Kazuki. Plans to go abroad to study fashion in France.

Suwa Shigeki

Age unknown

Voice actor: Fuji Shinshu

Rei's father, and the boss of the organisation. Ever since Rei was a child, he drilled the techniques and mindset of an assassin into him. As head of the organisation, he shows no mercy even to family.

Kaji Satoru

40 years old

Voice actor: Kinoshita Hiroyuki

A member of the organisation. Taught Rei how to use firearms and handle missions.

#buddy daddies #buddy daddies character bios #and now my watch is ended

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Red Ties

Chapter 34

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence

James paced in the small church office, his phone pressed hard against his ear as he listened to the never-ending ringing. He was trying to get through to Mary, but at the third attempt at calling and getting no further than her voicemail box, he sighed heavily and dropped his phone. He had well and truly messed up this time. John was slumped in his desk chair, having just witnessed the look of terror on Mary's face and the realisation of who he was.

"You need to go find her," James ordered John, who scowled up at him.

"Me, your the one who decided to bring the shipment here," he aruged, and James growled as he stormed over, towering over the reverend.

"She'll listen to you; she won't answer my calls," he snapped, and John stood, almost meeting James's gaze.

"Not now; she won't. She's trusted me her whole life, and now, after what she's seen today, she'll never want to speak or even come close to me. I told you not to fuck this up, James," he argued, and James groaned. John was right. He fucking hated it when he was right.

It was his idea to bring the guns over to the church, having thought that no one would be attending on a Friday afternoon, and with Steve on watch, it was the perfect opportunity to bring them in. John was going to store them in the back until the transaction between James and the small business requiring them had been completed.

Everyone around John was the kindest reverend to the city of New York; his ears were always open for discussion and support. He was the heart and soul of this church, giving his time and money to it. A Christian at heart. However, like many other people in this city, he had a dark secret and a past, and frankly, he wasn't ashamed. Growing up in the mafia world, he never expected to become a reverend for the church. Guaratee, it was the perfect cover story—not that he was faking any ounce of his faith in God.

His family growing up was heavily religious, and his father took him to church every Sunday for service. It was at the mature age of twelve that his father revealed who they really were. A family of power and money, although the fasade they kept up made others think otherwise. At the age of sixteen, he witnessed his first murder in front of him. a sleezy guy with no remorse, and yet John himself felt nothing for him.

He was destined to grow up in this world and become who his father was. But he didn't want to. not at first. he refused. said he didn't want to get involved in shit like that. His father only gave him a soft pat on the shoulder to relax him, which was inevitable. And from that point on, his life grew further and further into the dangerous world of violence, power, and dominance.

But he didn't want to look back on his faith. He didn't want to be a walking sin. He had spent too long praying to God, day and night, for his spot in heaven. It was as if an angel had come down to him one night and placed a pale hand on his shoulder, a sign that he should join him. He told his father of his plan to become a reverend and had expected him to laugh, throw a fit of anger, and scream and shout at his son. But he didn't. Instead, he nodded.

"If that's what needs to be done, then so be it." If becoming a reverend was going to help him with this life he was leading up to, then he had his father's respect. He wasn't ashamed of the things he'd done in the past, and sometimes he wished he was, but God was here with him now, and the only person he would let judge him would be him. He could never escape this life, and there was no point sitting and moping and praying for forgiveness when he knew he'd never receive it. So he found a balance. His love for the church and the community, and his attention to the dangerous life built for him by his bloodline.

But there was one thing he never wanted, and that was for Mary to find out. His father and James's father knew each other well, and since both their passings, James and John have come to know each other. John was much older than James and almost treated him like a son. When James came to him that afternoon, a day after meeting the sweet girl, he warned him not to mention anything about knowing him. If Mary ever found out he was involved in the deep, dark world of organised crime, she'd never come to church again, and he prided himself on offering his services to those who needed them. He was a good friend to her family, close with her father and mother, and promised to look after her while she was here.

and James had messed up.

"Fuck, you're right," he hated admitting defeat, but for once he knew he had fucked up. Mary had stormed off, and she didn't even want to speak to him. All he wanted was a chance to explain. But what would he explain? How did he know John longer than she did? How did he decide to bring over a shipment of guns into the sacred church? John was involved in his crimes and had his own history of organised crime. It was a sticky situation, one that he wasn't going to get out of very easily.

Sam and Steve were stadning silently against the wall, watching as James paced himself to madness around the office. The guns still needed to be unloaded and placed in the very back. The two of them looked at each other, giving them the same look as James furiosously typed in a number on his phone.

"Ned, it's me. I need you to do me a favour; I need you to track a phone," he ordered, as Ned typed in the background.

"What's the number?" He didn't ask for any details or explanations; it wasn't his place. As James gave out Mary's number, Steve and Sam gave each other another look, this time with wider eyes and a huff. They were in no position to argue with the boss right now, so they stayed silent. James wasn't going to let this go until he saw Mary, and with the city being so big, he'd never find her on foot. It was only a matter of seconds before Ned pinged over her location, and he rushed out of the office.

"You two get those in the back now; I'll be back later," he glanced at John before storming down the asile, the voice of the reverend calling out behind him.

"Don't fuck this up!" he yelled, and James didn't turn; he just headed on out.

Mary sighed softly as she dragged herself across the sidewalk, hugging her cold arms as the sun went in, leaving the sky grey and cloudy. She had been walking for what felt like hours, and as she glanced around the city, she hadn't a clue where she ended up. Looking up at the street signs, she realised she was far from home and wished she had gotten in her car before storming off. But she was just so mad, so angry, that all she could do was walk away and not look back.

Her feet were aching, and she was dehydrated. Coming to a stop, she looked up to see she had stopped in front of a dark bar, the door wide open with loud music blaring inside. She was desperate for a drink, so she stepped inside, cuddling herself further as she wandered into the darkness. She had never been in a bar before. Alcohol wasn't her thing. There were several wooden tables around the bar floor and a couple of booths at the back, along with bar stools at the front bar.

It was dead inside, with only two people. One sat at the bar, a man who looked middle-aged with dark, short hair and slightly wrinkled eyes. The other was a lot older and sat in the corner with at least five empty glasses around him as he stared up at the small TV playing a football game. He was pissed but kept to himself.

Mary padded up to the bar, slipping into one of the high seats, and placed her bag on top. Her phone buzzed, and she groaned as she saw it was James. He had called her three times now, but she didn't want to speak to him. She needed time. She slammed her phone down into her bag after hanging up on his call and ran her hands through her bushy hair.

Recently, it felt like every time they took a step forward, they took two steps back. First his surprise confession that he was a mafia lord and a BDSM master, then his jealosuy and threat towards Peter, and now his connection to Reverend McCarthy. The last one seemed to top them all. She felt betrayed that the one man she trusted the most, having gone to him for years with her faith and problems, was a man like James. involved in crime and murder, and yet he was supposed to be a religious man, a man devoting his life to God. However, she now realises that things aren't always what they seem. A man says he's one thing when he's actually something else.

The young barman came to her, leaning across with a kind smile. His arms were thick with tattoos, and he had a dazzling smile, dark hair, and a button shirt that was open at the collar.

"What would you like, Miss?" he said kindly, and Mary sighed.

"Just some juice, please," she answered sadly as she turned and looked over at the man not too far from her. He sipped on a small glass of brown liquid and a lime wedge, accompanied by ice and a stirrer. He sipped it well and looked over at her with a smile. Mary never drank alcohol, and yet something inside her was yelling at her to try it. Why the fuck not? After everything she's been through, she deserves to let loose and relax.

"Actually, I'll have one of those," she says nervously to the drink in the man's hand, and the barman nods, turning to fix one up for her. ' Fuck it, she thought. After all these years, she can't trust the one man she thought she could always trust. Was anything he said true? time for a change.

"You like old-fashioned," the guy said across from her, and Mary gave a shrug.

"I've never had one," she admitted, and the man raised his brows in surprise.

"Really, well, you're missing out. Barman, another for me as well." The man stood and scooted over to sit next to Mary. He was large and much older than her. He had dark hair that was turning grey in some areas, a crooked nose and lips, and saggy cheekbones. His hands were big with studdy fingers, unlike James's long, slender ones that made her body tingle just thinking about them. But now wasn't the time to think of him.

"What's your name, darling?" Mary slightly cringed at the pet name but offered a kind smile.

"Mary," she answered.

"I'm Mike; nice to meet you," he held out his hands, and Mary politely took it, shaking his.

"So what brings you here?" He asked, and Mary sighed. Right now, she didn't even care who she was talking to, just as long as it wasn't James or John.

"I had an argument with someone, and I just needed to let some steam off," she admitted.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Alcohol is very good at letting out steam. What's your go-to?".

"My go-to?" she asked curiously with furrowed brows.

"Yeah, your go-to drink?" he asked. He had a slight hint of cigarettes on his breath, and the yellowness on his fingers was confirmed. His jacket was creased and his shirt was ruffled, but Mary was taught never to judge a book by its cover. He was offering a sympathetic ear, and that was enough.

"Oh well, I never drink, normally. But I think I've had a change of heart. And like you said, it seems to blow off steam well." She smiled, and he chuckled.

"Absolutely," the barman placed two glasses of old fashion in front of them, and a small napkin slipped across. Mary picked up the drink nervously, and Mike took his, holding it up.

"Cheers," he said, and she clinked her drink with his. In an easy gulp, the man swallowed his breath as if it were water. Mary took the tiniest sip, which was enough for her to cough and splutter. The taste was strong, the alcohol hitting her brain instantly, and Mike couldn't help but laugh.

"First time is always the hardest," Mary coughed still, wiping at her mouth. The taste was so strong that she couldn't take another sip for a moment, and she wondered how James could swig this stuff down like it was water.

"That's so strong," she said, holding a hand to her chest. but the voice inside her screamed to take more, and after a couple more sips, her palete became adjusted to its bitterness. It wasn't long before alcohol hit her stream and her hands began to feel fuzzy and tingly, like she had sat on them for so long and they had gone dead.

Mike and Mary sat, talking and listening to one another. He sipped on his old-fashioned as Mary gassed on about being a nurse and a Christian and how she had never drunk alcohol before, the words soon becoming a slur as the alcohol took over. It was her first time drinking, and she was going to be on the floor soon. Mike had slipped closer to her, his horrible breath reeking over her as he nodded along to her voice, his eyes gazing into hers. But Mary was obvlious; the alcohol was having a big effect on her, and Mike was glad about it. His hand slipped a couple of times onto her knee, and Mary passed it off with a giggle as she adjusted herself on the stool.

Two more rounds of old-fashioneds came, and Mary was pissed. She giggled and hiccuped, and her head lolled to the side as she stared over at him, asking what he does. Right now, she wasn't thinking about James; she wasn't thinking about John. She wasn't thinking about anything. She was just enjoying the moment.

although the last sip of her drink made her wobble in her chair, and the barman looked over cautiously as he wiped down glasses. Even in her drunken state, Mary knew she needed to stop, and the darkness outside told her what time it was.

"I should really get going," she announced as she pulled her purse out to pay for the drinks. Mike placed a rough hand on top of hers, stopping her, and pulled out a black credit card, handing it over to the barman.

"My treat!" he grinned, but the grin was rather uncomfortable. crooked yellow teeth with dark stains in between. Mary jumped from the stool and stumbled out of the bar, a soft giggle as she began to make her way home, Mike close in her tracks.

"Here, let me take you home," he offered, and Mary shook her head.

"No, no, it's fine; I live so far away." She brushed off his request, but Mike stepped in front of her.

"Come on, we can have some fun," he growled softly, as if he were trying to sound sexy, but Mary shook her head.

"Oh no, I don't think we should." Her voice slightly trailed off as she stumbled across the sidewalk, falling into an alley beside the bar. Mike stumbled in with her, pushing her against the wall, and Mary whimpered. The alcohol was still there; however, her head was beginning to clear.

"Come on, baby, I can make you feel good," he whispered, and Mary turned her head as he tried to kiss her, his rich breath falling on her, and she gagged.

"No, Mike, this isn't." Her words were cut off as he gripped her jaw tightly, forcing her face into his, and he slammed his lips on hers. She squealed against him, fighting against his heavy body, and in a desperate attempt at escape, she bit down hard.

"Fuck, you fucking bitch," he growled as he pulled back, his lip bleeding. His rough hands grabbed her and threw her to the ground, throwing her into the concrete and beside a puddle. Mary screamed as she hit the floor hard, her arm landing on a pile of broken glass and sliding into her skin. Just her luck, she would land straight on it. Mike growled with fury as he stepped towards her, but a scuffle could only be heard next.

"Get your fucking hands off her." That voice could be recognised anywhere, even in her drunken state.

James glared into Mike with fury, his lips hard and his hands gripping the collars of his open shirt, holding him against the wall. He was much taller than Mike, who was currently squirming beneath his grip. He growled back at James, his blood running down his chin.

"Get your hands off me, asshole.".

"If you ever touch her again, if you even come near her again, I will fucking kill you." James's voice was low and meancing, with no onuce of volume but deadliness. Mike's glare turned into horror as he stared up at James, who held him firmly to the wall.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He tried to free himself from the deadly grip, but James only shoved him harder into the wall.

"I'm her boyfriend. You don't want to cross me," he warned, and with a quick swipe, he showed the gun tucked in his belt. Mike whimpered and slid down the hall, desperate to escape, as James finally released him and watched as he ran like a scared puppy.

Mary groaned as she knelt up, looking down at her bleeding arm. "Shit," she swore. The alcohol must have taken over again because she never swore in her whole life, and the word had left her lips like it had been waiting to for many years. James rushed over to help her up, his arms hooking under hers to pull her from the floor.

"Here, let me help," he said softly as he brought Mary to her feet. Her knees were scraped, her dress was ruined, and her hair was a wild mess. Her eyes were barely open as her drunkenness became apparent to James, and he could smell the alcohol on her.

"I'm fine." She tried to pull away, but James held a firm grip on her, inspecting her arm.

"Come on, let's go home," he ordered as he walked her out of the alley. His car was just parked outside the bar. Ned had given him the location of the bar, and he was so glad he had left when he did; otherwise, he may not have gotten there in time. It scared him to think about what could have happened to Mary had he not turned up, and it scared Mike to death. He was certain he wasn't going to see him again, and if he did, he would most certainly hurt him for hurting Mary.

"I don't need you to take me home; I can go there myself." Her words were a slur, and she could barely hold herself up. Despite knowing she was furious with him, he wasn't going to let her go home on her own in this state.

"Have you been drinking?" he asked with furrowed brows.

"Just one; I can drink, you know," she sassed, and James sighed. She had more than one bloody drink.

"I'm taking you home; you can't go home on your own like this," he said sternly as he brought her to his car. Blood was running down her arm and dripping onto her dress, and James didn't want the public to see her like this.

"Oh, so you're in charge of me now," she teased, and James opened the door, ushering her in. If he weren't in this situation, he would have turned around and said yes, with sexy eyes and a kiss to her throat. But right now, all that mattered was getting her home safe and cleaning her up. James slipped into the driver's seat and reached over to get her seatbelt, but she battered him away.

"I can do it," she snapped as she tried to grab the belt, but her hands were so numb to the point they slipped, and she giggled, trying to find the belt again, but she wasn't anywhere near it. James reached over with one swift move and tugged the belt, buckling her in. If she wasn't hurt right now, he'd take her over his knee and spank her back to sobriety.

Mary sighed and dropped her head against the seat. The car roared to life, and he powered down the road.

"I'm mad at you," she murmured, and James stared forward.

"I know," he said softly back.

"You know, I was just a normal Christian girl before I bumped into you; I was so innocent, and now my whole life has just been thrown upwards like a ball. like a football. or a basketball. And now I'm a mafia kingpins girlfriend who does crazy hot kinky stuff, which I enjoy." James couldn't help the smirk reach his lips at the last sentence. Perhaps drunken Mary was something he wanted to see more often. At least she was honest.

"I'm sorry," he said, and he meant it. He didn't want to keep thinking like this. Where had their sweet honeymoon phase gone? It seemed to have ended so quickly. but, like they say, it doesn't last forever.

"Don't be sorry; I like when you bring out those things you call toys," she murmured as her eyes closed and James chuckled. He wasn't saying sorry for the kinky shit; he meant for the fact that he had fucked up again. Now that he had it on record, she admitted to liking the kinky life. but that wasn't the focus of this.

Instead of saying anymore, it was more important to get her home cleaned up. Her arm was bleeding, and she was cold and wet. James pulled into the driveway and raced around the car to help Mary out. She stumbled along the stone driveway, clinging onto his arm as he pulled her inside, and she hissed at the sudden pain in her arm. She was turning into a tired, drunk state now and could barely keep her eyes open.

"Mary, just step up." James became slightly frustrated as she slipped on the steps, giggling and rolling about as he tried to get her up. She was making no effort to step up, and in a huff of inpatience, James threw her over his shoulder and carried her up. It was like battling a stubborn child.

After a battle of getting her into some dry and warm pjyamas, the next task of cleaning her arm came. He held her arm steady in his firm grip as he pulled out tiny pieces of glass wedged in her skin, dropping them into a small bowl he found in the bathroom.

"Oww. I don't know how you can do this all day long," she slurred as she sat cross-legged in front of him on the bed. James furrowed his brows at her in confusion.

"What do you mean?" he asked, pulling the last piece of glass out of her arm.

"I'm sure you've had your fair share of injuries over the years. Plus the drinking. That stuff is vile. I knew I should have stopped at one," James chuckled softly. Why is Mary so confident and sassy when she's drunk? She was right, though; he had had his fair share of injuries. none of them as easy as picking out glass. A couple slugs here and there, and a knife wound to his leg. The drinking—well, he started at the age of sixteen, so it was like second nature to him. He didn't dignify her question with an answer as he wrapped her arm in a tight bandage.

"Come on, you need some rest and to sleep this off," he gently ordered as he pulled back the covers for her.

"You know, I wish I could ignore you sometimes. perhaps the day we met. But you make it so hard, and I can't help but want more of you. Even if you are a mafia, whatever it is, you call yourself," she slipped in the covers, burying herself deep in the pillows as James wrapped her in the warm duvet. He stared at her from above, silent in his own world.

She knew he was bad for her, and yet she couldn't resist him. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

"You're like the devil sometimes. So tempting and sexy and hot and handsome. Even right now, I'm thinking about you," she mumbled into the pillow as sleep began to take over. James smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking her head softly until he heard faint snores. Without getting in the covers, he turned on his side, draped his arm over her, and pressed himself against her, his face nuzzling the back of her head.

"So am I"

Chapter 35

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For the new Boys?

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Snipe: as a kid, during a particularly tight year, snipe found out his mother was skipping meals in order for him to eat each day. That was also the year snipe got his first job. Technically he wasn't legally allowed to work till he was 16, but at ten he did a good job convincing his first boss he was just a tad short for his age.

Bruiser: bruisers special ability is to run without feeling tired until his body just doesn't have the energy anymore. He discovered this at 19 when running from a rival mafia the entire night. He managed to sprint home with a broken arm, and two bullet holes in his ribs. He just tells everyone that he knew about his skill before as he's embarrassed at how close he came to death that night.

Butch: His first kill was when he was seven. it was his first "mission" with his dad. butch was still such a bouncy and eager kid then. He had trained with roulette sure, but he hadn't yet learned that some 'hurts' you just don't heal from. So when roulette told little butch to pull the trigger on the tied up mafia deserter, he did so with a smile on his face, not understanding the true damage he was about to commit.

Boss: Like slim, right after the crash boss was offered a chance by don and madame to leave and start a knew life. They believed he's truly too kind to deserve to live like them. Boss was angry for weeks and wouldn't speak to either unless necessary until they finally took the offer back.

Ace: before he was found and rescued by don and madame, ace truly believed his name was brat. and that slims name was just "the baby". His birth mother never addressed ace and slim by the actual names that she gave them.

Slim: the two scars on slims cheek were from his birth mother throwing a bottle at him when he was whining too loudly. slim rarely cried as a baby. Madame and don had to actually set timers to feed him since he never gave any indication on his own that he would be hungry.

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Born to Die

koh!harry styles x mob!reader

summery: after being double crossed, y/n is forced into making a deal with the devil.

warnings: death, murder, mentions of kidnapping and guns also anything related to hell and the mafia (surprise ik), angst and lil smut if you squint

w/c: 5.2k

a/n: HALLOWEEN FIC!!! also want to say that murder is not cool, and running a mafia is not cool. please like a reblog this since its something i normally don't do and i want to know all of your thoughts!!! also because i might've failed a test because i was writing this instead of studying!!! enjoy!

Y/n by no means was a good person. Morally, sure, she did everything that allied with her beliefs, but ethically, she was a nightmare. From being known as a heartless woman to being one of the most feared people in history–maybe, other than Satan–she knew the power she possessed, her effect on people.

She got her start in the casino world. She opened her first casino by age nineteen, using her charm and wit to impress men with big pockets to take her casino off the ground and launch it to success. Success, of course, leads to money, which leads to power and power leads to anything. Specifically for Y/n, that anything was weapons trading, money laundering, extortion, and the bright idea to dabble into politics.

As time went on, so did the list of enemies. So, it was about time for them to band together to take down the empire that Y/n built.

The day started out normal. Y/n woke up in her private mansion, one in the rich and private suburbs of New York. No one knew where she lived, except her “friend”, Angelo. Although she would never call him when she was in trouble–which is never–he was competent enough to do her “dirty” work. Angelo came from a wealthy background, a rich school boy who had no idea how destroyed the world was. He was just desperate to be seen as “edgy”. He was a good boy who knew how to follow orders, that's all she needed.

It was nearly two in the afternoon, Y/n’s sleep cycle was all out of whack. She tries her best to stay awake as much as she can. It’s hard when there's no one to lean on but would she even trust someone? Could she?

Y/n does her ‘morning’ routine: shower, teeth, cleanser, makeup, and then hair. She sighs as she admires herself in the mirror. She had a scar on her cheek bone. It was faint, yet noticeable if you looked hard enough. She remembers getting it too; the day when she walked away with a bleeding cheek and then the man who did that to her laid there a bullet hole in the head. It was probably the day her crime boss title was given, a well deserved name for the most feared person in the world.

Her face, though, was perfect. She knows what her grunts say about her–mainly tame things, as the last time she heard something inappropriate got to see the barrel of her gun–but what truly fills her ego is the face of some man, begging for mercy, begging her to tell her boss that they’ll do anything, then revealing herself as the boss.

In her morning, she felt peaceful. She changed into some athletic clothes, heading to her gym to do some boxing, but her phone rang out. She sighed as she said Angelo’s name–this couldn’t be good.

“Boss.” His voice cracked, and it just pissed Y/n off more.

“Spit it out.”

“My house was ransacked.” She sighed as she heard this, running her fingers through her hair. “Including the safe that kept your location.”

She hung up the phone and raced back to her room. She grabbed her go bag in the back of her closet when she heard her front doors being knocked down. Y/n swore as she loaded her gun, knowing she would have to fight her way out of this, and she knew exactly who she would have to fight.

A man with a fake deep voice, Alister, was telling the men to travel in a group. Zeke, another casino owner with a terrible cough from smoking, agrees saying to go down the hall to her bedroom.

That caught Y/n’s attention, they seemed to know where her room was despite that information not being in Angelo’s safe; she knew what that meant, and groaned when she knew she’d have to do more work after this.

Y/n took a deep breath when her bedroom door whipped open, a series of footsteps following along. “You go first.” “No you go!” “I went first in through the front door. Gerry go.” “Hell fuckin no.”

Bag over her shoulder, gun locked and ready, Y/n opened the closet door gun drawn in front. She fired a few bullets, knowing she landed from the grunts let out by a couple on the men, then lunged for the bedroom door. She sprinted out, hearing bullets fired at her and turned the corner, heading for the exit. As she ran down the stairs though, a bullet went through her ankle, tripping and falling right on her head.

…

Harry was tired.

He always seemed to be these days, or nights really. He was always in a sour mood, but what could you expect from the king of hell? It was his whole thing, being angry and mad all the time, but he was getting tired of it. The limited emotions would soon turn to nothingness, and he wasn’t sure what he preferred.

The anger reminded him of his early king days. When he was first given the position, he gave into the anger and madness that came with Hell and turned it into energy.

It was important to note that just because someone was sent to hell didn’t mean Harry liked them, in fact, he hated all of them.

Hell was ruled in weird ways. You had anyone who did anything majorly wrong, but you also had those who were truly evil, the ones that fueled Harry’s hatred for human kind and got the worst tourter out of anyone.

Harry groaned as he sat on his desk. He knew this was truly Hell because he had a stack of paperwork to go over. Niall had dropped off a couple of stacks of people who would most likely be sent down today. They used statistical probability to see who on the “bound to hell list” would most likely get themselves killed that day and what to expect.

Harry sipped his drink, a special Hell coffee brew that the devils made to perfection, as looked at the list. The normal people everyday, a couple people he knew, some workers downstairs had a bet on to see when they’d go, a rich guy, a gang leader, a politician, etc.

Harry’s eyes wandered back to the gang leader, recognizing the name from multiple people's cause of death section.

Y/n Y/l/n was a human he recognized, she was one of the few he could recognize and empathize with from his time as a human. He appreciated how she didn’t do anything rash. She had a plan for everything and knew what to expect, which caused his eyebrows to raise when he saw her name. According to his stats, she wasn’t due until old age, her COD being simply old age.

It didn’t make sense.

“Niall get in ‘ere.” He spoke into his phone, knowing a couple seconds later he would be knocking on the door. “Comin.”

“What’cha want boss?” Niall walked in with his hands in his pockets.

“Why is Y/l/n in this list?” He threw her file to Niall, who skimmed it. “She isn’t due for a few more decades.”

“Huh.”

“What does that mean?” Harry was getting impatient, not understanding why the man was taking his sweet time.

“You remember that angel that kept fucking with the people we like?”

Harry gave him a blank look.

“Louis punched him and got in trouble with the people upstairs.”

“The guy with the fucked up jaw?” Harry remembered. “What about ‘em?”

“Angelo, yeah.” Niall clarified. “That’s her COD. He causes her death.”

He tosses the file back to Harry and he quickly rereads the file. “Leave me.”

“Alright.” Naill heads to the exit, but hesitates at the door. “I know she's one of the better worse ones, but don’t do anything that’ll get you in trouble with upstairs.”

Harry just glares at him in return.

…

Y/n woke up in a haze.

At first, she didn’t want to wake up. The couch she was laying on was too comfy, and warmth radiating from a fire relaxed her deeply–but soon remembered the events that just transpired.

She quickly gets on her feet, and is surprised when she doesn’t wince on her foot. She takes in her surroundings. She was in a room that seemed weirdly intimate; soft walls painted red illuminated with fire on candles and torches that emitted a soft smell of fresh rain. The noise though copied the smell. It sounded as though there was a thunderstorm outside, but it was off, it sounded artificial.

She didn’t think about it too much though. Her main priority was leaving this hell hole.

There was a single door and Y/n tried to unlock it but it wouldn’t budge.

She had to calm herself down from what was going on. She tried to think of how long she had passed out and who kidnapped her.

She tried to find a secret compartment, something to get her out of here, but when she heard the door handle jiggle, she grabbed a candle.

She was met with a man, hair set back with a strand in front. “Woah there lady.” He held his hands up in defense. “I’m not gonna hurt you, just coming to get you out of this stuffy room.

She didn’t say anything or lower the candle.

The man sighed. “Fine. Look, I'm Zayn and my boss wants to meet you. I don’t even know if what he did was allowed but I don’t really want to get yelled at right now do can you please just follow me.”

“Who is your boss?” She questioned. “What did you do to me while I was out?”

“Oh, for god's sake nothing! No one did. Man, just because I’m a devil doesn’t mean I act as disgustingly as some of those humans.” The man, Zayn, seemed deeply offended by her question, and her implying he was a “human”.

“Who is your boss?” She started again.

“Not one of your enemies, in fact, I’d say he's a huge fan. He is really impressed with your work.” Zayn revealed. “So if you would follow me.”

She didn’t have much of a choice and followed Zayn. “Leave the candle please.”

She sighed but complied, she hated being put into a corner like this.

Y/n followed behind him, keeping her wits about her and watching the man’s hands very carefully. They walked down the hall but stopped at the room with grand doors. “Alright so you go in there. “ He knocked on the door and they swung open quickly. Y/n felt a powerful presence from the desk and could barely make out a figure.

“In ya go.” Zayn pushed her in and closed the door. The room was illuminated, just like in the other room, with a series of candles, but there was a chandelier with candles above the desk, revealing the figure.

“Hello darling.” The man smiled, standing up and walking to the other side of his desk, sticking out his hand. “I’m Harry.”

Y/n shaked his hand, a firm yet not overpowering grip on both ends. “I don’t know you, why am I here?”

Harry smiled, she was just like in her file. “I’m here to make a deal.”

“A deal?” She questioned. “You kidnapped me, forced me here, and now want a deal.”

“Yup.” He smiled.

“What do I have that you need?” As much as Y/n hated to admit it, this Harry had the upper hand, so why did he need a deal?

“You make my work here much better, and you need revenge.” He said simply, like she knew what here was.

“You talk like I know you. Like I know this place.”

“Oh my bad darling, I’m sure you have some questions.” He smiled, walking over to the windows, covered by draps. “You’re in Hell.” He dramatically revealed the outside, showing what looked like a red storm with red lightning and rain.

“Are you one of the LSD dealers?” She laughed. It made Harry’s dead heart pound and stomach drop. He looked back to her with a disappointed yet angry look. “I’m not buyin’ anything, alright?”

“I’m Harry, King of Hell. And I just saved your life from a bunch of shitty men who would like nothing more than killing you.” He seethed, not used to people not taking him seriously. “You send the most deserving people here, you’re my top supplier, and I saved your life so you could get revenge on the reason you would be dead.”

“Sure, you saved my life by taking me to Hell.”

“Do you want me to send you back?” Harry asked, walking over to the fireplace and flicking his wrist. “This is what you have waiting for you when you go back.

Y/n’s curiosity of the better of her and walked forward to the fire. She peered into it and saw herself laying on the ground of her home. The scene moved to her angry enemies close to her body, guns ready.

Y/n didn’t feel right. She knew she was here, but by looking at the image of herself she could feel her process being elsewhere, presumably with guns aimed at her head.

This man couldn’t be telling the truth, could he? Is he even a man?

“Why aren’t I dead?” Is all she asked, not looking at Harry, eyes staying on herself.

“Time works differently down here.” He shrugged, partly glad she was coming around. “I was able to pull you down here when you hit your head. But because coming to Hell takes up lots of energy, and you were already injured, you were out for what would’ve been the equivalent for a day.”

“A day?”

“25 hours if you want to be precise, but yeah.”

Y/n couldn’t help but believe him. And looking at herself, helpless, and closer to death than what she is now, she didn’t have any other move then to agree to his deal. She’d come up with some other plan to cross him.

How hard could it be to double cross the devil?

“What are the terms of your deal?”

A sly smile swept across Harry’s face. “I’ll save your life if you help me kill an angel.”

“That’s all?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” Harry chided, walking over to his desk and taking the file he needed. “Angels are hard to kill. And this one is someone close to you.”

He flung the file over and Y/n caught it, not interested in thinking about the physics or “magic” that made the manilla folder guilde over to her simply.

“Angelo?” She asked in a monotone voice. “Not that good of a cover name, huh?” She smiled as she read the information of the Angel. The pieces fit together with all of his little mannerisms, the sacredness with anything murdery and lying. Harry noted the sly smiled that mimicked his earlier. She knew this girl was insane, but was it bad that he liked it? Why does he care though, he’s the King of Hell, he’s supposed to do bad things.

“How do I kill it?” She asked, now meeting Harry’s eyes.

“Oh, “I” now? You gonna kill him yourself?”

“I’m guessing so if that’s the reason you saved me.” She remarked. “How do we kill it then?”

“I know a place in the upper world that we can travel to that has information on all this stuff.” Harry huffs, slowly approaching Y/n. “Do we have a deal?”

Harry held out his hand, ready to shake. Y/n glance down to the hand then to his eyes; they were a red-yellow with a pupil like a cat but didn’t quite go with his face. His face had no marks though, his skin was a little rough but clear–maybe that's what being the King of Hell does to you.

She shook his hand. Firm hands met each other, hers was deathly cold while his were burning.

“I will need to send you up there and to be honest, I’ve never done this before so bear with me here, love.” Harry smiled as he leaned in and kissed the back of her hand, causing her to feel faint again.

…

She felt herself laying on the ground, tired beyond belief. She heards guns loading and thought for a second she imagined everything, the fire room, the red lightning, the devil, the king. She breathed in and couldn’t believe this would be her final seconds, Y/n couldn’t let herself go out like this.

…

Harry has never brought someone down to Hell before. He was glad it took too long for Y/n to awaken because he was in no shape to have a conversation while he was passed out too–coincidentally, for the same time Y/n was. But bringing someone back to the human world and himself was such a heavy task. He looked around and was outside, “breathing” in the fresh air. It was lightly raining, nothing like the fire rain back in Hell, but it had a calming presence like never before.

It took him a second to realize what was going to happen inside of the home. He barraged in though the grand doors–mad at himself he couldn’t appear inside–and was met with quite the scene.

Y/n is barely holding herself up, men were crowding around her and tasting victory. Her eyes were dropping, her skin tone cooled dramatically then even what it was before. Harry felt guilt creeping in, he needed to do something, but luckily, all eyes were on him when the door slammed shut behind him.

“Who’s this fucker, huh?” The tall and lanky pointed his gun to Harry. “This the real Boss? Knew a weak fucker like you couldn’t be this big bad mob boss.”

Laughter rang out, the men now aiming their guns towards Harry. Before Harry could retaliate, Y/n landed a punch on the man who spoke who fell to the ground. Harry knew this was his chance to ask on his side of the deal, he practically teleported to the other men and all he had to do was press on their head, knocking them out, giving Niall some more paper down below.

Y/n had collapsed and Harry was just able to save her from hitting her head again.

Harry knew what he needed to do and didn't hesitate.

He picked her up and ran outside until he found a car. It was presumably hers and he was lucky enough that he was able to start it. He has never driven a car before but it was pretty intuitive, she slammed on the gas pedal and headed to the city.

Harry soon found out he hated cars. If he wasn't so tired he probably would have been able to teleport Y/n and himself directly to wherever they needed to go, but of course, he is stuck with this god forsaken mode of transportation. He got lost a couple times too, but eventually he made it into the city, all while Y/n was passed out in the passenger seat.

A couple minutes after getting off of some exit, he heard Y/n groan and shuffle around.

Harry had to admit, it was impressive how quickly she came to her senses after being knocked out. He looked at her and was surprised to see a knife at his throat. “Where are you taking me?”

He scoffed. “Trust me now, will ya?” She had an unimpressed look on her face. “We are going to the New York Public Library, or “possessor secretorum celi et inferni” as we call it.”

“Why would we go to the fucking library?”

“Because there's a section that's only accessible to demons and angels walking the earth. That way we can figure out how you’re going to kill that bitch of an angel.” Harry clairfied, gently guiding her hand down and out of view from onlookers while driving. He pulled around and eventually found a parking spot.

“Why do I have to kill Angelo?” She asked, placing her knife back into its secret spot–Harry could imagine what other weapons, and maybe not weapons, were under her clothes too–then getting out of the car. “You’re the king of death, why don’t you just kill him?”

Harry sighed, brushing his long hair out of his face while grabbing a pair of sunglasses from the car, putting them over his devil eyes. “The only thing both devils and angels know is that they can’t ‘kill’ one another, a human has to do that.”

They walked into the library, Harry leading the way up the stairs and down a long and abandoned hallway. It was a clique. A complete and utter clique. Going down a dark hallway to find a secret room with the devil himself.

Harry did some hand motion to the wall, a pentagram appeared and then Harry grabbed Y/n’s hand. “Walk with me.”

Y/n was about to ask “walk where?” but Harry had practically pulled her through the wall. She stumbled a bit, but regained herself when she let go of Harry’s hand. She looked around and was met with a small dusty room. Harry flicked his wrist and the littering of candles around the room lit up. Harry sighed and began taking books off of a bookshelf.

“Start looking for anything about Angels.” Harry asked. “This could take awhile.”

“This place doesn’t seem to get used too often.” Y/n remarked, starting at the opposite book shelf. “It’s very Narnia-like.”

“Narnia?”

“It’s this children's book where there's another world.” She summarized. “This place, and Hell I guess, are very other-wordly. Just not what one would normally imagine.”

“What? Don’t like the idea of there being Hell?” Harry chuckled, putting book after book back on the shelf.

“I never really thought much about it. I knew if there was Hell, I’d go there, but that didn’t really stop me from everything.” She replied. “What about you? How does one become the King of Hell?”

“I was a human, before. I didn’t have the best life, I was crossed, lied to, and used.” Y/n noticed a bit of a horse sound coming from him, but it was quickly gone after he cleared his throat. “All that creates pain, then anger, and I guess it was enough anger to get Lucifer’s attention. He made me be the perfect devil to take over as King when I died so he could deal with some other plans.”

Y/n nodded and kept checking books. She soon realized that all the books in her row were about devils and demons. There was an interesting page though that she read, titled “The Devil's Tourture”. She kept reading, then she found the most interesting paragraph.

Any type of dark entity is subject to toutrue from this one thing. They are groomed to bring the most perfect pain, the best way to get humans to live their worst life, so the solution on how to kill a Devil? Make him repent. Make him sorry for his past actions, make him change his whole ideology, make him regret his dead life and wish to be better. It doesn’t matter the motivation, whether it be love, greed, lust; the important part is making sure to feel remorse.

“Y/n?” Speak of the Devil, literally. Harry’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts while she closed the book shut. “I got something.”

Y/n placed the book back onto the shelf and walked over to Harry. “Seems like you just gotta make him sin.” Harry laughed. “Shouldn’t be too hard, fucker set up your death.”

Y/n scoffed at the irony, all she has to do tonight is make an Angel sin and a Devil repent, what could be hard about that?

“Do you know where Angelo could be?” Harry asked, heading out of the claustrophobic room, Y/n next to him.

“I tagged him when I first met him. He normally hangs out in his home on the upper east side.” Harry nodded, taking off the sunglasses and making a quick haste to the exit. She took the keys out of Harry's hand and reached for the driver's seat. “No offense but you can’t drive.”

Harry’s eyes got darker when he started at Y/n, but she didn’t move. He gave way and walked shamly over to the passenger’s side. He could not imagine that happening down in Hell, but up here, it’s Y/n’s territory.

The drive would be short, that’s what Y/n assured Harry as he looked a little pale, his warm undertones turning cold. She decided to be nice to get him off the drive. “Why do you want to kill Angelo so bad?”

Harry smiled. “He is famous for going after Hell’s favorite people. You for example.” Harry looked over to Y/n. She notices his look on his face and swears that his red eyes go sea-green for a second. This could be easier than I thought. “Like I said, you’re my top supplier. You send the ones who really need to be punished. You’re already better than some of the Devils I sent up here to do that.”

“Oh stop, or I’ll think you’re flirting with me.” She laughed. She hated herself in the moment, it made her feel young when she was first starting out in the mob world and no one took her seriously. She hated flirting; the plan was to go the rest of her life without anyone else, they would just slow her down and deep down she knew nobody would understand her. But flirting with the devil was so much easier then she thought it would be. At least he sort of understood some of her mind.

Harry laughed. A sweetly weird sound coming from him. She never thought a devil could make that noise.

“So what if I am? Don’t get to see a lot of pretty girls down in Hell.” He replied. Harry didn’t like the feeling in his chest, it reminded him of when he was about to die. So he decided to change the subject. “How’d you get that scar?”

Y/n shrugged her shoulders. “I killed someone.”

She pulled up to a luxurious house, soon exiting the car with Harry on her heels. “So what do I do? Have sex with him?

“No, don’t be so vulgar.” Don’t be so jealous. “You can do what you want but it should just be easy to make him lust for you, or to get him greedy.”

She nodded, then unlocked the door with a copy she had made when she first met Angelo. She turned back around to look at Harry but he was gone yet his presence was felt. She went inside.

“Angelo?” She screamed into the house. A lanky man came running though, shock written all over his face as he came face to face with his boss.

“Boss? I-” His voice was scared until Y/n crashed into his arms, fake tears running down her cheeks.

“Angelo, th-these men came into my house and they almost killed me. I-I was cornered I could barely get out. I know they’re following me and I have no one who I trust more than you.” She looked up at Angelo, he had a terrible poker face and she could seem the gleam in his eye. “Please, I need your help. I need you Angleo.”

“It’s okay, darling. I got you.” He got her into a hug lucky because Y/n couldn’t hold back on the disgust written on her face. When Angleo said the name, it was terrible, it just didn’t sound right.

“You’ve always been there for me. Please, let me make it up to you.” She broke away from his hug but placed her hands on his cheek, leaning in slowly.

“Oh, you, you don’t have to…do that.” His breathing was more irregular. She paused less than an inch away from his lips.

“I want to.” She said, “Do you?”

“Yes.” He admitted but before their lips could touch he howled in great pain, falling to the floor.

Harry appeared behind Y/n, a sly smile on his face. His eyes were extra red, almost as if his iris was made of blood. “Finally.”

“Harry?” Angelo weezed.

Harry stepped forward from behind her shadow and knelt down to Angelo. “That’s right. Oh don’t get like that. You just lost that’s it.”

“How?”

“Because you made someone very important up here mad, and I took notice.” Harry shrugged. “Now go cry to god or whatever emptiness you’re going to face.”

Harry stood up and kicked him. He turned back to Y/n who also had a smile on his face. Harry felt that weird pang in his chest again. He locked eyes with her, both taking a step forward, embracing each other.

They kissed, hard. Harry never understood what it meant to kiss someone passionately like it was described in the books he read long ago, but now he did. His hand wandered, so did hers. She walked him backwards until he fell onto the couch, causing Y/n to straddle his lap.

“Fuck, Harry.” She tasted sweet oddly enough, and as Harry found himself getting more addicted the more the pain in his chest arrived. “Please don’t leave me. I don’t want to live without you.”

Harry broke from the kiss, looking her in the eye and nodded, kissing her deeply again. He needed to find a way to get Lucifer back, a way for him to not be King of Hell anymore, a way to stay with Y/n. He prayed for some way to make him alive, to make him be able to be with her.

“I’ll stay. I’ll stay forever–”

His voice stopped working. His throat got immensely dry. He could feel the way that Y/n smiled against his mouth, breaking away to look at Harry. He looked up to her, confused and partly terrified.

“That sounds like repenting to me.” She tsked. “That’s a big no no, Harry.”

Harry’s hands clawed at her for some comfort, he didn’t know what was happening to him. He felt scared for the first time after his death.

“Turns out killing Angels and Devils is easy.” She smiled. “Angels you have to make sin, and Devils you have to make repent. Who knew?”

Harry never felt betrayed like this before. He always knew in his living life he was a hopeless romantic, he just couldn’t believe the Devil version of him is one too. He should’ve known Y/n would do this to him, she's just as cruel as he is, or was.

“I’m sorry. You probably are my soulmate.” Her words did sound sorrowful, more than her acting with Angelo. “But this is about survival, Harry. And I owed a great debt to you that couldn’t have been paid off with one Angel’s death.”

Harry’s vision started to close, he knew the last thing he would ever see would be the devil, shining up above him with a face he so badly wanted to kiss. His last thoughts were that he didn’t regret this, saving her. He would gladly die a thousand deaths if it meant she would live, if he could kiss her just once.

“I’ll see you down there, Harry.”

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cry me a river | the broken

— summary: once someone's been taught to stay quiet their whole life, how do they learn to scream and shout for help?

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: angst, mafia!au

— word count: 11.1k

— warnings: implied sexual harassment/abuse, implied forceful age-gap relationship, mentions of predatory acts/character, mentions of memory suppression, resurfacing of suppressed memories, implied forced submission, gaslighting, manipulation, mentions of breaking, mentions of toxic family relations, toxic power dynamics, suppressed emotions, brief mention of miscarriage, violence, slight gore

— PART 13 / previous post / masterpost

“Will you help me with the zipper?”

The light-colored champagne dress you wear fits you beautifully, just as everything does, yet tonight you seem to look a bit more elegant and dignified, the lighter color creating a more pure and soft look as compared to the darker dresses he’s gotten used to seeing you wear. This is part of the play. After all, in order to seem innocent before Hwang Leehyun, you have to look the part.

As he helps you with the zipper, Taehyung doesn’t know how to feel about you dressing up for a man like Leehyun.

You give him a small thanks before turning to the vanity mirror and taking a seat in order to fix your hair and makeup. The first thing you do is brush through your hair while Taehyung stands on the sideline, watching you. You bring a fancy hairpin along your hair, holding it up into a low bun, then turn towards the makeup kit to begin patting your face down.

The beauty comes along and when you reach a certain step, you frown slightly at the eyeliner in your hand.

You’ve always had Dasom handle your makeup and playing with eyeliner is something you have yet to get used to. But she did always mention using a sharp-lined corner as a guideline to help you through in case she wouldn’t be around to help you.

You look around before putting a leg up against the vanity, rolling your dress up to take the knife you had hidden against your thigh, and Taehyung watches with slight confusion as you line the edge of the knife along your eye.

He meets your eyes in the reflection of the mirror when you use the knife as a guide to create your wings, your gaze intense with a fire he has yet to get used to.

He’s first to rip away from the contact, feeling rather flustered at how..hot that was.

Respectfully.

“Shall we get going?” When you stand up and hold your hand out for him a few minutes later, Taehyung has to take a moment to take your appearance in. No matter how much time has passed, your beauty will always shine bright, but in the past months he’s met you again after a couple of passing years, you only seem to shine even brighter.

“Don’t get too carried away now,” you say and he realizes he got caught staring.

Taehyung clears his throat as he takes your hand and leads you to the door, not entirely fond of the fact that this is all for the sake of a sick bastard.

“As expected you are…” the second Leehyun sees you, he can’t help but fall into a slight daze, “..beautiful.” He speaks with a sighing breath as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing before him, and Taehyung’s stance straightens at those words, his eyes hardening at Leehyun.

Perhaps this is why you didn’t allow your Reapers in on this mission. Would they be able to hold themselves back for their boss? Even he’s having a hard time restraining himself.

Leehyun reaches out to lightly brush a strand of hair to the side and when he leans into you, you can feel Taehyung’s hold of your hand tightening. “I can’t wait to become a family,” he whispers, and perhaps to others, he truly adores his future daughter-in-law in an innocent way but to you and Taehyung, those words only bring chills down your spines.

“Father, Y/N.” Hyunjin steps in to the rescue, allowing his father to back away at the call of your names. “The guests have all arrived, we should get going.”

“Right.” He seems a bit disappointed at the moment ripped away from him but the three of you do not care for it as you turn to stand by Hyunjin’s side.

Taehyung takes a second to look at Hyunjin, who gives him silent words of reassurance, before he takes his leave from the potential newly made family. He walks away to join the room full of guests, blending into the crowd with cautious eyes staring at his surrounding.

“I don’t think you would have been able to hold yourself back if you were in my position,” he says the instant Jimin pulls up to his side, offering him a glass of champagne.

“Well,” Jimin hums, “it was bad enough just listening in on the conversations, I can only imagine.”

“He’ll die soon enough,” Yoongi speaks up with eyes staring straight towards the fancy door that hides the three of you from the eyes of the guests.

Soon enough they open with the sight of Hwang Leehyun with a proud grin on his face, the one that hides his sinister self, hidden from the public to see. And hidden from the eyes of Leehyun and his men are the men of Bangtan blended in with the crowd, watching with steady eyes as he opens his mouth with a prepared speech at hand.

“I thank you for coming here on short notice..” he begins and his voice trails off for Hoseok as he walks about discreetly, watching the room to see if anything is amiss.

There are two guards by the entrance door, three men upstairs keeping an eye on the room, and a few more in the room, dressed in black suits with earpieces connecting them to one another for communication purposes.

If anything happens, you’re the last person they’ll think to harm, especially with Hyunjin and Leehyun by your side so he doesn’t need to worry about your safety for the beginning portion of all of this.

You’ll be alright…for now.

“I ask that you protect her well,” Mingyu’s voice echoes in his head. “Whatever you do, do not stop her, however…save her…if it so gets to that point.”

In the beginning, he couldn’t understand what those words meant. They lied heavy with great responsibility and although Hoseok knew he would have obliged them without Mingyu having to say it, now that he understands the context of things, it only makes him sick to the stomach.

The things you went through when you left them can only be left to their imaginations and for your sake, Hoseok hopes you can keep strong.

He saw how much you’ve changed, the strength in you different from how it was during the three years he got to know and love you. You have a sort of strength that seems almost impossible to break, your thoughts and mind plagued with only the desire to seek revenge for those that have wronged you.

But even the strongest villains in the world can break down and fall apart.

What if something goes wrong down this line? What would happen then?

“Please welcome my future daughter-in-law,” he hears Leehyun say, and you come into sight, a dignified beauty beyond compare.

You’re beautiful, glowing brightly under the chandelier lights, and he knows that everyone else in the room is thinking the very same thoughts. When you grace them with a smile, you only shine brighter, and before they can approach you with congratulations and introduce themselves, they have to take a moment of breath to take your beauty in.

You’re beautiful.

Hoseok looks around the room to find Namjoon who stands from afar, his stare blank. To anyone, he looks as if he holds no emotions on his face, but Hoseok knows better than that.

He’s mesmerized yet at the same time, worried.

They all share the same thought, he realizes, when he finds the rest of them.

Leehyun will die tonight but what price would you have to pay in order to reach that goal?

Will you be alright?

“How long until the wedding? Will you hold a formal party or will there only be a private signing of papers?” When the question is asked, you take a glance at Hyunjin, who chuckles lightly in response.

“Our Y/N here is shyer than she seems so for her sake, we’ll keep the process private and quick.”

“And besides, the quicker the process, the faster we get to be family.” You don’t know why Leehyun agrees to Hyunjin so quickly but when he lands a hand on your shoulder, you can only think about how uncomfortable you’re feeling.

The guest at hand laughs with ignorance. “You’re lucky such a beauty will become a member of your family.”

“Yes, indeed I am.”

You discreetly glance over at Hyunjin when his father squeezes your shoulder as he continues speaking to the guest as if you were the one he was presenting as his potential wife.

It’s irritating.

Disgusting.

Hyunjin reaches over to take you back when someone calls for his attention.

“May I have a moment with you?” They ask, and Hyunjin hesitates with a glance your way, enticing a chuckle out of the guest. “Come on now, Hyunjin, I know you’re eager to marry such a beauty but you’ll get her the rest of your life so let me steal you for a moment, yeah?”

You give Hyunjin a small nod to let him know that it was alright to leave your side, and although he continues his debate in his head, he’s eventually dragged off away and out of sight from you, leaving you to converse with more guests with Leehyun by your side.

“Are you tired?” After a few more minutes, he asks you the question which causes you to look up with a small huh. Leehyun grins your way, an innocent smile, but you know better than that. “You don’t do too well with crowds, do you? I think you should take a break. Here, let me get you out of here.”

He takes your hand without hesitating another beat and your heart quickens slightly as he begins dragging you off.

You feel eyes on you, alerted, but you signal Taehyung with a shake of your head, letting him know that he shouldn’t follow you.

If you’re going to do this properly, you can’t expose your weakness just yet.

He can’t stop you. None of them can.

And so you’re led to a door with a guard just outside, opening it for you, and Taehyung watches as the door closes with you and Leehyun on the other side, left alone together.

He bites his inner lip, anxious.

“Water?” Leehyun offers but you shake your head politely, remaining stood by the door as he walks further in to take a seat on one of the fancy comfortable chairs in the room. “Is it draining?” He asks after taking a sip of his drink. “I know you aren’t someone who likes staying in the presence of a crowd much, especially when you’re at the center of attention.”

Why is he speaking to you so casually? As if nothing about him is wrong?

No, this is how it’s always been, hasn’t it?

“I can endure it,” you answer him and he chuckles lowly in response.

“That’s right. You’ve always been so good at enduring things.” Your finger twitches at those words so you keep them hidden behind you, keeping the beat of your heart steady. “When this is all over, we’ll finally be a family, just the way I hoped many years ago.”

Many years ago.

Those years…you never want to remember anything from it.

“You can’t leave me now, Y/N,” he says and you keep silent. “Hyunjin seems to have taken a liking to you and he’s a bit more observant than he was then but he doesn’t have to know. Everything can still be kept a secret between the two of us.”

Secret.

You never did try to conceal anything. Back then you didn’t care whether you were hurt or not. All you knew was surviving and if that meant letting others hurt you, you did what you had to do. Hyunjin was the one who found out on his own and in turn, as a sincere apology for his ignorance, he left the country and took his father along with him.

He was and has always been a sincere man, unlike his father. Even though you knew he cared for you in some ways, he never did anything to force you to do things for him. He could have done anything and everything with you if he so wanted but he didn’t because unlike everyone else around you, he was human.

He had morals he abided by and always treated the people around him with respect.

If you had spoken up about your struggles then, perhaps you would have gotten hurt less.

“Have you taken a liking to Hyunjin as well?” Leehyun tsks lightly as he stands from his seat, walking slowly over to you with a small shake of his head as if liking your soon-to-be fiancé isn’t ideal. “That’s kind of a shame. You’ve always been a good little girl, haven’t you? You’ll listen to me still, won’t you, pretty girl?”

You stare at the ground, hating every bit of this, every little nickname he gives you, that glint in his eyes, everything.

“Eyes on me when I’m talking to you,” Leehyun commands in a tone that threatens to resurface your buried memories. He holds your chin up to force your eyes to meet his. “You’re not thinking about telling Hyunjin everything, are you?”

Your brows furrow.

“He’d never believe you, you know. Why would he? I could just tell him you came onto me.”

“What?”

“Hyunjin’s my son. Why would he believe you over me?”

He doesn't understand anything, does he? Years ago he threatened you like this as well, though years ago it didn’t matter much because you didn’t care to tell anyone about anything. You were already far gone, not able to trust strangers.

Hyunjin could have saved you sooner than he did but you kept quiet.

Once someone’s been taught to stay quiet their whole life, how do they learn to scream and shout for help?

Hyunjin came to earn your trust when he proved his good heart by leaving the country for you, but even then you remember being in a state in which nothing mattered. Whether you were hurt or not, you couldn’t care about anything but pleasing your father and becoming stronger than you were then.

You endured through everything with a blank heart, mind falling into a state you aren’t be able to recall memories from. You remained quiet for the longest time.

Still, his tone threatens to shake your core. You can feel something building up inside of you, something not so good. It’s as if all the weights you thought had disappeared are all coming back up at the same time.

Father’s face reappears in your mind, his threatening gaze so dark and cold whenever he looks your way. All you ever were to him was a puppet in the making. He wanted you to grow up loyal and obedient only to him, to become strong and powerful, and if gaining strength meant enduring through all the things others did to you, he didn’t care to bat an eye your way, even as you were thrown to the wolves.

No.

He threw you to the wolves.

So of course he never cared what the wolves did to you in return. All he cared about was you returning to his side, whether that meant alive or not. He didn’t care for your survival, for your life or death.

If you came back with strength, that just meant feeding you to more wolves until you grew strong enough on your own.

Until you returned to bite the hand that fed you.

It’s a wonder he never saw your betrayal coming.

“We should return,” you say against the silence that befalls the room, making up an excuse. “If we stay here for any longer, the guests will wonder where we’ve gone.”

You turn to put a hand on the doorknob when Leehyun’s hand takes over yours. You restrain yourself well to not flinch at his touch, only retracing your hand back silently. He watches you while your eyes remain still before you, and when he opens the door, Leehyun holds your shoulder once again.

You hate every bit of this.

“Mr. Hwang.” Not even two strides out the door and someone approaches him.

You recognize the voice and when you look up, it’s indeed Namjoon who had decided to walk up to the two of you with Jungkook by his side, acting as a bodyguard more than an important figure.

Leehyun grows surprised at the sight, not expecting a man like Namjoon to have come to London, not to mention his son’s engagement party. He speaks up, bringing him into a conversation as you stay there, silent.

You can feel Jungkook’s piercing gaze on you, a silent question on the tip of his tongue as if wondering if you were alright and if Leehyun had done anything to you.

You weren’t alright, not alright at all. He didn’t do anything but it sure feels as if he did. You hate the touch of his hand on your bare shoulders, his skin burning against you like touching the spike of a porcupine but being forced to not flinch away.

Every part of your body screams to push him away as it prickles with disgust, a tremor waiting to reveal itself but you know how to handle it, you know when not to show your weaknesses before others. You’ve been taught your whole life to conceal all that you feel after all.

What more is a few minutes?

When father was around, he instilled the practice well into your head, engraving it as if a burning metal pressed hotly against your skin, the mark there to stay forever.

That’s what Leehyun’s touch feels like; a hot iron burn that will remain forever even if he does manage to leave you alone.

Hyunjin, where’s Hyunjin?

Hyunjin isn’t anywhere in sight so despite the fact that there are two people here who are on your side, you know they can’t do anything to rip Leehyun’s touch off you.

The voices spoken between him and Namjoon fade in and out as your eyes shake, looking around for something, anything, when you catch the sight of a hand held out to you, grabbing your attention back forcefully from your moment of frantic.

You look up to find Namjoon right before you, his hand held out expectedly as one would when meeting someone for the first time. “It’s nice to meet you, miss Y/N,” the words slip easily from his lips.

Right.

Despite the fact that the two of you were wed once upon a time, no one knows of your relationship. You were kept a secret for the longest time. Mother’s pregnancy was announced the moment the two red lines appeared on the stick, her eyes bright with delight and hope, you remember the maids saying. But her happiness and joy were forcefully ripped away from her when the doctor congratulated her on the news of carrying a baby girl.

It wasn’t what mother wanted. It wasn’t what father wanted. It wasn’t what anyone wanted.

The congratulation that left the doctor’s mouth was the very reason his tongue was cut off and later killed by the order of your mother.

She wanted to get rid of you the instant she knew of your gender but she kept you. A part of her probably hoped you’d grow up competent, prove her wrong, prove the world — father wrong, that you’d be her pride and joy and she wouldn’t have to care about your gender.

Meanwhile, father was already letting the world know that her pregnancy was a fail, that she had a miscarriage. You were deemed a mistake before he even saw you, but he allowed the only thing mother had left to keep to herself with promising words of not wanting to have anything to do with you.

The birth was risky and mother grew severely depressed, affecting even more of her health, until eventually her blooms wilted away and the last thing you saw of her was her disgusted eyes filled with hatred towards you.

You ruined her. Your very own mother.

Father was heartless but he turned you into his little puppet to hold and manipulate the strings of. You followed his every word whether willingly or not. After all, a puppet has no control over its own strings. They only do and say what the puppetmaster wants them to. You were no exception.

He kept you a secret until the end, only sharing you with the people close to him but even then, he never cared to pay you any attention unless it was to use you as a pawn.

That’s why you grew to shy away from the crowd, hating every bit of attention on you. Yoongi told you that it could never be, that no matter where you go, eyes will always follow you, it’s only inevitable. Your beauty is like the bright light for the moth, he said, meant to attract attention no matter what you do.

You held onto his words dearly and keep them still because he’s right. You will never be able to truly blend into the crowd as you wish and you let that fall to your advantage once you learned to manipulate others in the same way father had.

Like father, like daughter.

You may hate your father but no matter what anyone says, the two of you share blood and a part of him will always be instilled in your veins.

You hate every part of the truth.

“..It’s nice to meet you,” you finally say after a heartbeat, holding your hand out to shake Namjoon’s hand.

You linger a little longer, grip tighter than it should for a casual handshake, hoping, praying, in your silent cry, for him to hold onto you just as tight and yank you out of Leehyun’s grip. It’s a silent plea you don’t realize you’re doing when your ex-husband watches you attentively. Anyone would think nothing of it but you see the slight furrow between his brows, the way his mouth protrudes in just the slightest unnoticeable way.

You want him to take you away, to save you.

But before anything can happen, it’s you who forces your hand away from his first as if waking from your moment of daze, remembering what you’re doing and why you’re here.

You can’t forget your revenge for a moment of peace. Peace has to come after the storm, not before, otherwise the fight and the war will be for naught. You can’t get caught up with a small glimpse of hope. You’re already here in this room, held against Leehyun, you can’t back down now.

Revenge revenge revenge.

This is all for the revenge.

Namjoon can sense something is wrong, wondering whether you can still keep yourself upright for the sake of the mission, but when you retract from his hold, he squeezes his hand that’s held in mid-air after you left him, returning it back to his side.

“I didn’t know you were the daughter of the Grim Reaper,” he says, keeping up the font of your father still alive and striving well and not six feet under or burned into crispy ashes. He isn’t sure what you’ve done to your father’s body and he doesn’t really want to know.

Something about the relationship gives him a bit of suspicion but he can only base that on what he’s seen. What he’s heard tells him a different story. You’ve never smeared your father’s name before him, even in death, in fact, you tell him he’s treated you well throughout your life but what if all of that is a lie, just as a lot of things about you? You feign your smile before others, picking up an arrogant aura, fake the way you welcome each and every attention that falls your way when you walk into a room.

What if what you’ve told them about your father has also been a lie?

“Father has always been overprotective about my identity,” you tell him, something that sounds so believable yet so false at the same time.

What if you got rid of him not because you were “bored” but because you were forced to? Because that was the only way to freedom you’d ever earn? Because there was no other choice? What if everything about you in those three years they spent with you were all nothing but lies?

No. You’ve always been truthful and honest.

He can still remember looking into your eyes and always seeing the sincerity in them, how nothing in this world felt real except the sincere eyes that you always gave him. He didn’t believe in anything but your eyes were the only thing he knew that could never lie to him. Anything else, anyone else would but you…you never lied to him.

Yet as he stands here now, he thinks that perhaps he had been naive all along. There was always a part of you that you’d hide from them after all, no matter how much they tried to edge you on, reminding you that they loved and cared for every part of you so that you would be willing to open up. They shared their secrets, their deepest insecurities with you. But before he could ever cut open your heart and see what was inside, he broke the ties between you and the rest, divorcing you all too soon.

“That reminds me,” you look at him with a small smile, as if you were that shy little girl who always hid behind him whenever strangers were to try a spark a conversation with you, “I hope you can still keep this a secret. The people here don’t truly know of my identity but because you’re from Korea, it’s a whole different story. So for the sake of my father’s wrath and to conceal his kind heart, I ask that you not mention any part of meeting me and announce it to the world.”

What if the reason your father kept your identity a secret is not because he loves you so dearly but because he hates everything about you?

He wants to doubt the sincerity you held for him in those three years he cared for you. Still, Namjoon says, “Of course. You have my word.”

“Thank you, Mr. Kim.” When you give him a small bow of a nod as a way to thank him, you don’t allow your head to look back up so he’s left with only seeing your hair which conceals any emotions on your face.

You suddenly feel so small, as if the acting is beginning to take a toll on you and you’re starting to believe in this fantasy. As if Namjoon indeed doesn’t know you, as if you’re still that hopeless, pure little girl who’s been shut out from the world, as if you will indeed marry into the Hwangs and be trapped in a cage with the keys lost to the sea.

You wish Mingyu was here so that his presence can calm your racing heartbeat. You wish you could hear him with an intercom connecting his voice to your ears. You wish he could remind you to breathe, that you needn’t worry because he’s watching every step you make, that if anyone were to put you in harm’s way, Dasom’s bullet will pierce right into the skull of their heads.

You want to feel Dasom’s sniper watching you, you wish Yuna’s lingering gaze never left, and plunge yourself into drinking all of Yeonjun’s tea to end all the nerves that are screaming at you to break away from Leehyun’s hold.

To breathe.

To run away and find your safe place; in your Reaper’s safehold.

But you can’t because you’ve shut them out, told them to not interfere with your plans, to not stop you no matter what happens.

You don’t realize the Reapers are still watching you through Bangtan’s gaze, still ignorant to the fact that Mingyu had walked into their headquarters and dropped his head before Namjoon, asking them to protect you until the end, to save you if necessary. You don’t realize their protectiveness has been asked of to be replaced by Bangtan.

You don’t see Jungkook’s watchful gaze on you while Namjoon has Leehyun distracted in a conversation that falls deaf to his ears, careful in making sure Leehyun doesn’t mistake his watchful gaze on you and hide you away in response.

You don’t see the way the corner of Jungkook’s lip twitches, or the way he tries not to fiddle with his fingers in anxious thought of how this night will end but fails miserably. You don’t realize Jimin’s anger when he sees you held against Leehyun, standing by and watching with Yoongi as they recall the voices of conversations exchanged between you and Leehyun through Taehyung’s hidden mic.

You don’t see the way Taehyung rushes into the crowd, eyes scanning for a familiar figure to force him to return to your side otherwise he may snap and ruin the plan you so forced your Reapers away for.

But something goes wrong when he catches sight of the said man he placed his trust in to keep you safe. Hyunjin stands with a lower subordinate by his side, who whispers unheard words into his ear. Something’s wrong when he feels Taehyung’s gaze on him and looks up, his eyes hardening with a warning on the tip of his tongue.

Taehyung feels his mouth drying and when he snaps his head back at where you should be standing with Leehyun, Namjoon and Jungkook, but all that’s left are Namjoon and Jungkook without the other two figures in sight.

His eyes scan around the area, flashing with alarm as the words of Mingyu repeat in his head; “Don’t ever leave her side, no matter what. Don’t ever leave her alone with Leehyun.”

He knows you more than Taehyung does, probably knows every little secret you hold dearly within the thick walls you’ve built around yourself. He’s witnessed what you’ve been through, understands your responses and how to react to them, knows how to deal with every situation he’s faced with.

Taehyung doesn’t know anything. He has a clue but clues are useless and right now you’re missing, out of sight, and he feels as if the storm is coming sooner than it should. At a fast pace at that.

“Where’s Y/N?” He quickly asks the two boys who were last seen with her. The big boss gestures to two doors that lead away from the room where the party is held and grows irritated because he remembers all the doors in this house during his time here and that door does not lead to a private room. That room leads to a hallway into the unknown. “Why would you leave her out of your sight? I look away for one second to find Hyunjin and—”

“She asked us to let her go,” Jungkook cuts him off, his brows furrowed as he nips at his lower lip, a habit he does often when he’s anxious. “When Leehyun began to lead her away, she shook her head when we tried to stop him.”

They’re not supposed to stop you, they’re not supposed to do anything when you don’t give an order to. This is your revenge after all, your mission, so anything you say takes top priority but for once Taehyung wishes they hadn’t listened to your stupid demands and stopped you right then and there.

He understands Mingyu’s dilemma to a certain extent now. He might not know everything but he knows enough to understand that your underboss had every right to worry.

But right now he doesn’t have time to worry, to snap at the boys for letting you go. Right now he needs to find you and fix the situation before anything gets out of control.

“They’re filing in,” Hoseok’s voice walks into the intercom. Taehyung looks around to find him somewhere beside Seokjin, his voice discreet as if he were conversing in a friendly conversation with Seokjin rather than all of them. He doesn’t approach them for suspicions of their activity. “There are more of them now than there were minutes ago.”

The only guards, besides a few of them to avoid suspicion, should be Hyunjin’s people. He guesses this was what was exchanged between Hyunjin and the person beside him then.

Something’s definitely out of place.

Taehyung looks across the room to find Hyunjin making his way towards in, eyes meeting his as he speaks. “They’ve caught onto us.”

Four words simple enough to bring a shuddering rain crawling against their skin.

Namjoon keeps calm like the leader he is, knowing how to deal with situations like this due to experience. He can feel their gazes on him once the dreaded words leave Hyunjin’s lips, looking towards their alpha leader to give them direction and lead them to do what he thinks would save them from the situation.

He turns to Taehyung and speaks. “Find another way in that leads through those doors and take Yoongi with you.”

“Do you know what I hate the most in this world?” Leehyun speaks calmly under the flickering light of the cold basement where he led you to after following a maze you probably won’t be able to remember the way of. The men he walked past stand just outside the door, leaving you alone with him once again.

But this time there’s no one you can run to if something goes wrong, there’s no safety in knowing just outside the doors, you can cry for help and the crowd will look towards your call, glaring confused stares at Leehyun’s way.

It reminds you of a place you haven’t been to in a long, long time; the White Room.

Where you were held against your will, crying and begging for someone to help but the only people who stood outside were the guards who fell deaf to your cries. Even if the doors didn’t keep your screams in, you know they wouldn’t have helped you either.

It’s a bit different though, in lots of ways. This room is darker, lit up only by a flickering lightbulb held up by a string just above your head. You aren’t alone either, the perpetrator is here with you, keeping his watchful gaze on you, and you’re held bound by itchy ropes that are so bulky any movement against them forces prickling needles into your skin, sat on a lone wooden chair.

It’s cold though, in the same way the White Room had always been.

“I’ve told you before, haven’t I? You’re a smart girl, go on and repeat those words to me,” Leehyun prompts you and to anyone, it sounds as if he were speaking to someone precious, a gentle nudge towards a child who needs to be reminded of the rules she just broke while remaining stern. You hate how he treats you.

Still, you chant out the words as if under a spell. You can’t ignore him for some reason, as if remembering how you were with him years ago, unable to disobey anything that he says or does. Your body remembers even if your mind tries to forget.

“When people touch the things that belong to you.” It tastes bitter against your mouth but you give him nothing to read on your expressionless face.

Just as they always were years ago.

“That’s right,” Leehyun nods. He crosses his arms against his chest. “So what happened?”

“I held Mr. Kim’s hand.”

“And?”

“I let him steal my attention.”

“And?”

“...” You hesitate for a moment, just a split moment because you know Leehyun hates it when people don’t answer him right away. “I allowed you to fall into my foolish traps. Made you believe in my lies and hid behind the protection of your very own son.”

“My very own son.” You aren’t sure the exact moment when he realized it but perhaps in the process of thinking you held him wrapped around your finger, he was the one who had control of everything. You were foolish to think you could easily execute your plans without any mishaps. “Did you come to London in the hopes of taking your revenge on me?” He asks. “Are you here to kill me?”

The anxiety is felt clearly along your body. You aren’t sure why you’re like this when you thought you’ve trained yourself well enough to face your opponents but you guess trauma will always return to you and remind you of how you dealt with things no matter how much time has passed. You’ve returned to the doll that you were before father died.

At this moment right here, you’re the same person you were when you were with Leehyun years ago; obedient, robotic, dull, and blank.

Habits are scary.

“..Would it upset you if I said yes?” But unlike those times, the emotions are clear and you’re unable to repress them in the way your body did then. You can feel the heavy weight sitting on your chest, something constricting your airway in order to make it harder to breathe, and the slight little trembles against your body which you’ve always done so well to hide.

He laughs and you remain still. “What happened to your father? Did you get rid of him?” He asks rather than answering your question. He knows your answer and you know his. “You hold your head up high now, flirt easily, acting arrogant and mighty.”

“I killed him,” you answer fluently.

He laughs again, this time with a bit of a surprise, as if he can’t believe the girl he knew then would have been capable of killing her own father. You always followed your father’s words as if they were law, never going against him no matter what he asks of you, like a trained puppet. When did you escape from those strings? When did you gather the courage to leave?

Or perhaps you were the one playing with his strings all along, pretending to be a good little doll for the sake of catching him off guard and killing him when he least expects it.

“I see,” Leehyun nods, his laugh fading away as he thinks about it. If you’re capable of killing your father, a ruthless and merciless man, then you’re capable of killing him. Still, Leehyun wants to see your skills and wants to witness just how powerful you’ve become.

He takes three long steps back, arms uncrossing to be held behind him, eyes watchful as he calls for his men to come in. Ten muscular men walk in ready at the command of their boss while you remain sitting on the chair in the middle of the room, limps bound by strong ropes that cut through your skin whenever you make even the slightest movement.

“Why don’t you show me your skills then, sweetheart? I want to see how this little girl could have possibly taken down the Grim Reaper.”

It isn’t a request, it’s an order.

And when the men draw in on you, you have no other choice but to comply with Leehyun and give him a show.

You force your body back to push the chair onto the hard floor, causing it to collide and break into pieces, allowing your body to no longer be bound by the chair.

Someone swings a weapon your way but you duck right on time, headbutting him the second you’re given the chance. Someone else reaches for your arm and forces you to jump, you manipulate your body to fall against another man as you kick your feet forward at the man who wanted to take your arm.

Your hairpin falls from your hair, forcing the sight of your clear vision to fall a bit hazy, distracted by strands of hair, but you pay it no mind as you snatch the hairpin from the floor with your teeth, getting a bit of your hair in between. Leehyun marvels at how it turns into a sharp weapon of some sort.

Your body moves fluidly like the leaves against the wind, like the tide meets the beach, crashing against the enemies, manipulating every movement while using his men at your disposal.

He grows irritated at how weak they are against a smaller figure, a girl, who still has her hands and legs tied.

You use the sharpness of your hairpin to take the binds off your ankles when you get the chance, allowing your feet to then kick freely at whoever tries to come at you. They don’t stand a chance, and Leehyun realizes the person your father tried so hard to train is now laughing back at him.

He called you useless, weak, incompetent, but the person he sees now is anything but.

How had your father thrown such a sparkling gem away without knowing your potential? In those years he knew of you, you held some skills your father forced you to take but now he realizes a lot of things you’ve been hiding in those years. Even back then when you were less skilled than you are now, you did everything your father asked of you perfectly. Whatever mission he asked of you, you finished it and came back in one piece. Whatever person he asked you to take down, you returned just as well.

Your father created a monster.

A beautiful, powerful monster.

Did he ever realize your strength before he died by your hands?

When his men lay dead on the floor, your chest heaves hard as you stand in the middle, a cut on your face, a long gash along your leg, and although you should be falling down exhausted, you remain standing as you stare down at him with eyes that could very well belong to a beast.

You still have your hands tied behind your back, hairpin held against your teeth.

Perhaps this is your way of showing him your strength has yet to reach its maximum level.

For a moment, he’s genuinely afraid of the one before him. And when you force yourself to hurl at him, he doesn’t have time to think before the sharp hairpin stabs him right against his side, allowing a cry of pain to leave his lips.

You don’t keep the hairpin in, forcing it out because you know pressure against a wound helps to keep the blood in. You want it out.

When you see Leehyun’s legs giving out, you take that opportunity to kick the doorknob off the door with a harsh and forceful kick, opening it with a loud bang, and without a moment of hesitation, you run and run, trying to remember the path Leehyun took when he brought you in here.

Along the run, you take a big leap, jumping to allow your hands to rope from underneath your legs in order to be held before you rather than behind. You take the knife that had been hidden under your now torn dress, cutting the stingy rope and returning the hairpin to hold your hair back in place.

Your dash is mad while your eyes frantically look around, trying to calculate every movement, recalling the memories of what you saw when you followed Leehyun down here. You can hear the thunder of Leehyun’s feet just behind you and know that getting lost will risk you your life.

You can’t die now, not yet. You still have people to kill and although you told Hoseok dying is trivial and you don’t care how or by who, you don’t wish to die at the hands of a predator. Not here, not in the maze of his basement.

So you allow your brain to work, eyes snapping at every new corner that has a fork in the road, taking the turn you think you remember until eventually, you hear a call. Two calls.

“Y/N!”

“Y/N, where are you?!”

It’s Taehyung and Yoongi.

You never thought you’d ever say that you would be relieved to hear the voices of your ex-lovers again but here you are, body almost giving in at just the sound of their voices. But you know better than that. You know you aren’t safe just yet.

Luckily your brain hadn’t failed you and luckily you find the familiar silhouettes of your ex-lovers as you run and run, unable to slow down at any given moment. For now, they are your safety net, for now, you aren’t alone.

You run towards the warmth of their presence, letting out a breath of relief, when a hand snatches your hair and pulls you clean off your feet.

You let out your first yelp of pain as you go down and before Taehyung and Yoongi can take another step forward, you feel the head of a gun to your temple and watch as they visibly freeze on the spot.

The sight of you is alarming; the tight straps of your dress fallen over your shoulder, one of them snapped into two, a cut on your cheek, disheveled hair, the skirt of your dress torn to reveal your legs where one of them has a gash along your skin. You ran without shoes, heels long forgotten somewhere along the line, the soles of your feet shattered in cuts and swollen red.

You wince at Leehyun’s forceful fistful of your hair, teeth clenching tightly, and the two before you almost wince along with you.

“Should I just end it here?” Leehyun says, his lips so close to your ear it brings a chill down your body. You hate how cold it is here. “You came to kill me, didn’t you? So why don’t I bring you along to hell with me? We belong together after all. You’re mine.”

You scoff at those words, shaking your head in order to keep his lips away from your ear but he forces you back in an instant. “You’re sick,” you spit his way. “I was and will never be yours.”

“Darling, what did I say about talking back?” He grits his teeth as he says so, suppressing a fit of anger that takes in the form of his ripping your hair. You let out a strangled noise that causes the two the urge to do anything to take you away but they know one slight movement can potentially have the trigger pulled and they can’t risk that.

“You were always a good little girl,” Leehyun says, still trying to keep this relationship sane. “What happened to that, huh? You were mine to hold and do anything to. Why can’t you obey me in the way you had then?” He turns his attention to Taehyung as if recalling something, eyes flashing with anger and resentment towards the younger lad. “If it hadn’t been for your little bodyguard and Hyunjin, I would’ve had my way with you long ago.”

“That’s precisely why I never left her alone,” Taehyung grits out, eyes hardening as he levels his glare down at him.

“She’s mine to own, not yours.”

“She’s not a possession for you to make claims to.” A voice reaches them from the back and you can physically feel Leehyun freeze up against your back when a click is heard. Hoseok holds his gun right at the back of his head, no amount of hesitation in his eyes were Leehyun to do anything to you. “Get your hands off her,” he demands in a threatening growl and it almost triggers some lost memory your past self had once held so dearly to her heart but you do well to repress it back.

Someone else appears from the shadows; Hyunjin. He takes a step from behind Taehyung and Yoongi, a gun leveling his father’s way while the rest of them follow along, completely trapping Leehyun.

“Ah..” He realizes his defeat and lets the grip on your hair go, causing the tightness to finally release from his hold.

Hoseok watches as you scramble to your feet, a little limp in your legs taking hold when you stand either from the weakness or the gash, or both. Yoongi helps you stand tall and he hates the sight he sees before him. You look terrible.

It’s fortunate they got here in time otherwise Hoseok would never forgive himself. He remembered the second Taehyung realized the change in the air, Hoseok’s heartbeat accelerated hard against his chest, breath shortening, and before Seokjin can realize the change in him, he remembered to remain calm and not let the situation take the best of him.

He was angry at the things he heard through the device Taehyung held hidden against his clothes while with you in person, hated every moment Hoseok had to sit there, listening to the vile things Leehyun said and your voice whispered in turn, feigning interest. If he were in Taehyung’s place, he knows he would have never been able to hold restrain.

Perhaps it was best letting Taehyung go after all. For a moment he had been afraid, they all were, because they know how Taehyung is with people. He doesn’t like the crowd, avoids parties, and prefers his own personal space. As a hacker, he had no reason to leave his lab but it was because his face was less known to the public that forced him to take up the mission of being by your side.

The rest of them were more at risk of being found out, their faces more known whereas Taehyung was a secret.

He did a better job than Hoseok expected. Even through the intercom, he could feel Taehyung’s frustration and anger building up the longer he stayed by your side having to witness everything firsthand. He restrained himself even though Hoseok could tell he wanted to punch Leehyun many times, and during moments when the two of you were left alone in the guest room, Taehyung held himself together as he saw you.

You were the victim but you held onto yourself well, projecting a font that doesn’t slip as easily as his anger does.

At night it’s a bit easier to see your more vulnerable side but even then you hold yourself together. In your mindless state, you silently yearn for a familiar hold only your Reapers can provide.

Hoseok wonders why you never cry for help, why you never scream or shout. Even in the years he was with you, you cried silently as if afraid a peep of sound will have punishment forced upon you. He hates your silence.

Hyunjin offers his gun to you but you shake your head, taking ahold of your knife instead.

Hoseok wants to give Leehyun a good, solid punch in the face for all the things he’s done to you but he knows he can’t do that. This is your fight after all, your battle, and it’s up to you whether you want to kill Leehyun with your own hands or if you want to ask Hyunjin to do the honors instead.

He’s in no place to kill him himself. So Hoseok keeps his gun pointed at the man, eyes watchful as they give you space.

You’re in control.

When you look at Leehyun, the old man’s eyes are silently begging for help, for your mercy, but you can only laugh at those words echoing into your ears.

“It will do well for you to apologize now,” you say into the silence, offering him a false chance. “Why don’t you apologize, Mr. Hwang?”

His eyes tell you he’d rather fall off a bridge and into a hot active volcano than level himself below you and ask for your forgiveness. He gets off power after all, and if that’s taken away from him, he’ll grow angry and throw a tantrum like a child would if they couldn’t get what they wanted.

He knows you won’t give him your forgiveness and he knows he will die anyway. That’s how this world works. Once you have bullets on the verge of piercing through your skull, you have no chance left to run no matter how much you beg.

But he falls shameless either way, in hysteria, because fear of death takes priority over the shameful feeling of apologizing to someone younger than you. He falls to the floor, crawling on his knees, begging for mercy with a chant that repeats again and again in your ears like a mantra.

You stare down at him as he worships the ground you stand on, head bowed forward in a shameless position, pleading and begging for you to spare his life. He has no shame, throwing away all his dignity to bow to you like a god in front of his son and Bangtan.

“Please Y/N. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Please, I…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Why is that flashing in your thoughts right now? The sight of you leaning your head down in a shameless manner, the night you tore the ring off your finger?

Namjoon falls into your line of sight. He watches the scene unfold silently and you wonder what he’s thinking about. This is the first time you’ve had someone bowing and pleading before you and you feel absolutely no sympathy for him. But even you understand the difference this situation is from yours.

You had no idea what you were apologizing for because you had nothing to apologize for. Nothing was your fault yet you felt like everything was your fault. But for Leehyun? He has no idea what he’s apologizing for because he has everything to apologize for.

Everything is his fault yet you know he feels as if nothing is his fault.

It irritates you.

You hate the sound of his begging, the annoying voice, those annoying words that repeat over and over again without any source of sincerity behind them.

“You…you don’t even know what you’re apologizing for, do you?” You ask the pitiful man before you, anger and ire building up. You feel like a ticking bomb that will explode at any second. “You’ve never shown me any mercy so why should I show you mercy?”

“Th-that’s because..” Leehyun looks up, frantically searching for an answer when something pops into his head, and the begging stops as his eyes twist into something sinister. You’ve seen that before, an expression you’ve met and encountered with so many people throughout your years of surviving in this world. “That’s because you never stopped me,” he says and you blink at him, brows knitting.

“..What?”

He sits up as if a realization had hit him, his eyes sick and dark while the boys keep their eyes on him to make sure he doesn’t do anything rash, guns still readily pointed at him.

“That’s right, you..you never stopped me so why is any of this my fault? Did you ever beg me to stop? Did you ever scream for help? Now that I think about it, you must’ve liked it, didn’t you? You enjoyed it just as much as I did. You never went to your father for help, you never told anyone anything about the situation. If you really hated it, you would have done something but you didn’t.”

Ah, he’s really doing this. Trying to twist the situation, trying to gaslight you, even though he knows he only chose you as a victim because you wouldn’t do anything to go against him.

A silent little doll who only listened to the words of her father. If your father tells you to fight back, you’d do it. And if your father tells you to endure it, you’d let others hurt you. Leehyun was just a coward who wanted someone who would listen to his words without fighting back and you were the victim he preyed on.

A silent doll whose voice box was broken, unable to scream for help. He used that to his disposal.

“No one would believe you,” you hear his voice echo repeatedly in your head, the same words coming in and out in every situation he placed you in. If you had emotions, if you wanted to scream for help, he’d remind you over and over again that he could just manipulate the situation into letting others believe you came onto him instead, that you were a dirty little slut who would go for anyone.

You never called for help.

You didn’t care to call for help because you didn’t know how to call for help.

In the moment when you’re with him, your body felt nothing, lifeless, a corpse of some sort, the socket of your eyes void of light as if you weren’t human at all. But even then you understood to some extent that Hyunjin would believe you. He was the only one who would believe you, were you to open your mouth and let the words ring out.

You didn’t know him and he didn’t know you, but you shared a connection with how powerless the both of you were against your fathers, both forced into a position that almost required you to fall bound into an engagement.

Hyunjin always treated you kindly no matter what. He never forced you to do anything, never stopped looking out for you. Your suspicion of his kindness was confirmed when he moved away with his father, leaving the country for you.

If you knew how to speak then, you would have told him “thank you” and you would have accepted the kindness and warmth he always wanted to provide you with.

“When you decide to let your thorns be known to the world, I hope you can come after my father and kill him yourself. I will wait for you until then.”

He was kind to the end, prepared at any moment to kill his father for your sake, for his sake, for both your sakes.

As if understanding just how sick and manipulative his father is, Hyunjin steps up with fierce anger flashing in his eyes, ready to tear his father down. But you stop with a look, shaking your head, telling him in your silent manner that he doesn’t have to fight his father for your sake.

“Come on, Y/N,” Leehyun takes a step forward, approaching you as the others fit into a defending stance in an instant, watching him closely without doing anything unless you signaled otherwise.

This is your fight, you’ve told them, and they aren’t allowed to meddle unless you say so.

Leehyun holds a hand out to your face, his finger gently grazing against the skin of your cheek while you stand there, not doing anything.

“Be a good girl, won’t you? Tell your people to leave. We’re fine, aren’t we? If you’re unsatisfied with something, all you have to do is tell me and I’ll fix it. You know I’d never do anything to hurt you. You’re my obedient little girl, aren’t you…princess?”

Princess.

As if on cue just by that small little nickname, your pupils dilate and something flashes before your eyes, the buried memories slowly but surely resurfacing back into your mind.

“Hello there. You’re very pretty, aren’t you?” An older gentleman who looks the same age as your father watches you with eyes that confuse you a bit. You don’t like it but who are you to act up?

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Hwang sir,” you bow your head before him in a respectful manner, polite and quiet.

“Yes…it is indeed.” He touches your hand in a gentle manner and brings it up to his lips, pressing a kiss on the back with eyes never leaving your face.

It’s weird. You feel strange.

Not the good kind of strange. Not at all.

“..Sir?”

“Keep calling me that,” he grins as he pats the top of your head with his other hand. “I quite like you calling me sir.”

“Sir,” you take a step back, retreating your hand, “your son and I–”

“No one has to know,” he says as he grabs your hand again with a little more force this time. The smile he gives you causes you to stare in slight horror, his words echoing in your head.

No one has to know.

Who are you to refute that? Not when you’re taking a glance at your father and he does nothing to approach you from where he stands. You know he can see Leehyun and you know he knows what’s going on.

He does nothing to move and tell you to get away from the man. Instead, he only looks away as if he doesn’t care.

He doesn’t care one bit.

‘Endure it,’ you hear the words without it needing to be said aloud, so you turn back to Leehyun with obedient eyes, no longer trying to force your hand away, and letting him in.

If father doesn’t care, why should you?

“What a good girl you are. You’ll never do anything to go against me, will you?”

“Such a good little princess.”

“You’re so pretty.”

“If you tell anyone about this, no one will believe you, you know that?” Whether Hyunjin cares or not does not matter. Nothing matters.

Just endure it.

Endure it.

“Does your father even love you? That’s alright, I can share my love with you instead.”

“Do you let Hyunjin hold you like this too?”

“Hyunjin doesn’t hold me like this.” Hyunjin doesn’t dare to do anything to hurt you. Even then you aren’t sure how to trust him. He shows you goodness by not doing anything to you but how do you trust when trusting only leads to your break?

“Of course he doesn’t. If he does, you’ll let me know, right?”

“...Yes sir.”

Endure it. Obey his words. Keep quiet. Keep quiet.

Quietquietquiet.

“What a good girl.”

“Sir-”

“It’s alright, just a little longer.”

Stop.

Stop it.

Stop it all.

Something shakes your core, your stability, your foundation, and your emotions. And all of a sudden, you feel something you’ve never felt before. All the emotions spiraling into one single wave, rushing down your body, building up so strongly and forcibly you tremble on sight, knife stabbing into his skin without warning.

Leehyun shouts in pain at the sudden intrusive pierce and when his hand reaches out to force you away, you pin him down by the legs, ignoring the pain shooting up on one side as if possessed by some sort of demon.

The boys all watch in horror when you carve your knife into Leehyun’s skin like a force working on its own, eyes staring widely with sealed lips like a silent killer who holds no emotion for her victims as the knife goes in and out. In and out. In and out.

And it isn’t you anymore.

It isn’t you.

Die die die die die! Your thoughts repeat over and over and over. You hear his scream loud and clear as your arms work the tool into his body, the blood oozing out and painting your cheeks, your dress, your thighs, everywhere. It’s like a scene straight out of a horror movie as the rest of them watch on, eyes widened in shock at the sight of your merciless self stabbing the man even as he no longer cries and lays on the floor, clearly already dead.

The guns point down, arms releasing tension on them but they can’t take their eyes off you.

You thought you’d kill him slowly and painfully, so he can feel every little pain with his eyes wide open. You thought you’d give him a slow death, one where he’d suffer the most in the same way he had hurt you and made you suffer and endure.

But your body acts impulsively as the memories resurface and all you can do is continue on the action until someone has to rip your arm away, forcing your body off the man with the knife thrown far away from your grasp.

“Y/N, stop.”

You push Hoseok’s hands away, head spinning, eyes falling into a blur and it seems as if everyone in this room is against you and is out to harm you. Your mind falls clouded as the world falls all at once, emotions becoming unstable and suddenly you know you’re panicking.

Tremblingtremblingtrembling.

Where’s Mingyu?

Yuna?

Where are the Reapers? Why aren’t they here?

It’s hard to breathe. Can you breathe? Ah, how do you breathe again?

The memories horrify you as they fall back vividly and suddenly you remember all the times when you were left tortured as a kid, screaming, looking around for help but no one makes a move. No one helps no matter how hard you cried and begged.

No one’s on your side.

Endure it, they tell you. You have to endure it all and everything will be okay. You just have to…you just have to endure it.

“Y/N!” Someone grabs ahold of both your shoulders forcefully.

“Y/N!” Seokjin shouted, ripping you from your state of panic.

Seokjin, it’s Seokjin.

You’re safe with Seokjin.

“I’m here, I’m here,” he repeats in a soft, soft whisper. Enough for you to hear. “It’s alright, Y/N, you’re safe now. No one’s going to harm you, I’m right here. Breathe, just focus on breathing, don’t focus on anything else right now.”

Seokjin.

As your vision narrows in on him, his face clearer with each blink you make, you remember the familiar face of your eldest lover.

Seokjin’s safe…right? He loved you once.

He loved you once.

Ah, but he left you too, just like everyone else in your life. But you don’t really have a choice, do you? He’s the only one in your sight, the only one safe for now.

With trembling hands, you grab onto his white dress shirt, the blood on your hands dirtying it with red as you look up at him with pleading eyes, and two soft, barely audible words escape your lips.

“..Save me.”

Your eyes turn blank, dull, a void walking right in, and the shaking disappears as you stare at nothing before you, as if your soul has just been snatched away from your body, the light in your eyes no longer in sight.

“Y/N?” Seokjin calls your name cautiously but you don’t hear him. You can’t hear anyone, not even yourself as your body falls into a state of void.

You feel nothing, like a lifeless corpse living in the body of a human.

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May I put in a request for a primarina mc? And to add on they also carry some pictures of how they use to look like when they where younger (there pre evos)

Of course! I even have the idea of all of them having a beach day together!!

TWISTED WONDERLAND x POKEMON

{MEMORIES BY THE BEACH} TWST x Primarina MC

The sun was shining, warm to the touch, and just right for a beach day!

You had decided to bring all your friends for a day at the beach to relax from the week you all had and also for you to be in a beach once again. Of course, your friends came and oblige the invitation to relax, who are consisted of the five members of Heartslabyul, the Savannaclaw trio, the Scarabia Duo,the Pomeifiore trio and you made sure to atleast invited your Diasomnia friends aswell! (Much to Malleus joy at being invited).

And of course, you made sure to invite your three dorm mates aswell! The Octivinelle Trio!

Despite you being a girl and have no "magic", the Dark Mirror had some how assorted you on to the dorm of the sea witch, where you had discovered why, for you are a Primarina, a dual water type and a fairy type.

The trio instantly weirded you out upon arriving at the destination of the dorm.

The Tweels, as you would call them, are always behind your back or everywhere you go in NRC.

Jade is atleast tolerable but he's smile, hidden intentions and...everthing gives you the creeps.

Floyd...oh boy....he's more expressive than he's twin when it comes to what he wants. He would always take you by suprise and tries to sneak a "squeeze" for you when you didnt expect but it would always end up with a water gun and slap on the face.

And Azul definently give Mafia Boss vibes yet....you cant help but felt like there is something else that is behind that "perfect" facade of his.

Your instincts were proven right when Chapter 3 happened but thats a story for another time!

For now, its time for a beach day!!

"You cant catch me!"

You giggled when you saw Jack chasing around the young prince of the Afterglow Savanah, Cheka, who had been put under Leona's care for today as per request by he's brother and sister-in-law, unfortunately.

Atleast for the 2nd prince.

And for some folks.

But the sight that everyone is atleast enjoying is enough for You and that is that.

The sight really brings you back where you used to play around with your big sister in Melemele Island as you practice and trying to make big bubbles when you were still a young Popplio.

"THIS. IS. AMAZING!!"

A giggle escaped your mouth as Rotom zip and zapped all round in a speed of light to collect any information that it might not have yet about this world that the two of you are in.

It's a shame that Ortho and Idia cant come but hey, she understands that Ortho has to keep Idia company at he's lonely room.

Yet many any things truly are unseen and amazing here in Twisted Wonderland so you understand your Rotom's excitement.

"This beach is so beautiful!" Rotom commented "Almost like the beach back at home" a nod was what it received from the Primarina in agreement at the feeling of familiarity at the scenery.

"Your home?

The young Primarina look to see Cheka, still wearing he's floaty, eyeing her with those big doe curious eyes of he's that would immediately give her an heart attack at he's cuteness.

Holding back a squeal, You nodded to the young Prince "Yep. I used to live uhh..." taking a small pause to think carefully "somewhere far that is tropical so I kinda see beaches alot when I was around your age".

"Really!?" Cheka exclaim rather loudly.

"Yeah" You smiled, reminiscing all those moments back at Alola.

"No suprise"

Both you turn to see your Dorm mates and Jack agreeing with the others listening to your little conversation, curious about what is your home like.

"You almost out bested me and Jade! Little Siren here is nothing but suprises!" Floyd suddenly hugs you from behind, making you jump from the sudden action "Thats what makes you really Fun to be with~! Hehehehehe"

"Well her Dad did have a Sharpedo" many heads turn to Rotom at that mention "She would always race it everwhere in the waters".

To emphasize it's point, Rotom showed the boys of a picture consisting of a young you, still a young Poplio, in the waters with the said shark pokemon next to you on a race.

"Oh yeah" the memory really brings you back "Sharpedo was a real champion at racing in the waters. I always remember my Mom scolding me and Sharpedo for scaring some locals and pokemon during our little races"

"Amazing!" Cheka eyed the shark in amazement. It looks so cool!

Though the picture and shark was intriguing....

The one that caught the boys the most was yourself and your looks.

"Huh?" Ace deappanned "Thats you?"

"Ara" Floyd took a closer look at the picture "You look like a clown!"

"O-Oi! I was still a Poplio back than!" You huffed at their rude reactions at how you look like back than.

"A what?" Leona raised a brow at that weird word.

"A Poplio" you drawn out as Rotom takes the lead of showing them of what a Poplio is.

"Poplio, the Sea Lion Pokemon, a water type" th3 screen than showed a picture of a blue sea lion that has large eyes, a long, white snout with black whiskers, and a round, pink nose. There is a small, rounded earflap on each side of its head. Around its neck is a light blue ruff, which extends past its shoulders. It has four flippers. The front flippers are larger than the hind and have white markings separating its toes.

"Popplio is able to snort bubbles of water from its nose, which it uses as part of its battle strategy. On land, it uses the elasticity of its bubbles to perform acrobatic stunts and jumps. It practices daily with increasingly larger water bubbles. It can swim at 25 mph (40 km/h)"

"Aw so cute!" Kalim was acting just like Cheka, looking with stars in he's eyes "Did you do tricks back then than? Did you!?" Jamil had to hold him back from being too close at your face.

" Uh yeah" You answered nonetheless from the embarrassment "I even sing a few times"

That last statement that you had said made sense since elmost everyone in the group had heard you sing a few times in NRC, or even everywhere.

"As expected" Vil stated "A voice like yours must be train from how high your vocals had reach from the last time I heard you sing"

"Oui Roi Du Poison!" Rook exclaim merrily with a smile adorning he's face "Your voice compliments your looks, like a siren singing out her songs out in the open sea as her appearance enchants the sea around her".

Typical Rook Hunt.

"Of course!" Grim shouted rather proudly with one of your malasadas in hand "My henchmen is the best!"

"If ya want, I can show you one of her shows!" Rotom said to the Pomeifiore Head and Vice prefects.

"Wait what?" It was already too late as your companion loaded up the video of you singing on a beach port with people surrounding your performance with not just chears and compliments, but also your colorful ballons that you had summonsince this was the time where you were a Brionne.

During that time was your brother's surfing competition and your family decided to do some small tricks to entertain the guests before the tournament.

Sometimes, you had to amid that you do sometimes miss your brother's awful jokes...

How you had miss him...

How you miss your family...

"Wow!" Cheka and Kalim simultaneously watched the performance star struck at how good you were as the rest, especielly Vil, Rook and Azul, watch on aswell with interests.

"Now that looks alot like you" Ruggie commented when he took a closer look at your Brionne form in the video.

"Thats because I was a Brionne, my middle or second/first evolution" Replied the Primarina.

"A Brionne?" Jack questioned as Rotom does it's thing once more.

"Brionne, the Popstar Pokemon, a water type and the evolve form of Poplio" the picture shown on Rotom's screen consists of another seal but more light blue and with three ruffle-like growths around its body. The first ruffle is just under its front flippers, while the last is shortly before the tail. The ruffles alternate between white and pale blue. Its long ears are made up of three segments that lighten and increase in size towards the tip; the first segment is ovoid, while the latter two are spherical. It has a long, conical snout with a white tip, a spherical pink nose, and large dark eyes with pinkish pupils. Its front flippers are much longer than its tail flippers, although both have white tips. There are three digits on the front flippers.

"Brionne is a skillful dancer. While it normally learns to dance from members of its colony, Brionne can also learn to dance from humans. It works diligently to memorize each dance through imitation and gets excited when it sees a dance it does not know. It is capable of dancing in perfect time with others, even if it's never danced with them before. Large groups of Brionne can be seen dancing together on moonlit nights when the sea is calm, sometimes being led by the singing of a Primarina. Brionne has a caring nature; if its Trainer is feeling down, it will perform a dance to cheer them up.As Brionne dances, it creates water balloons in a variety of colors. Its battle strategy consists of dancing while creating water balloons. The dance confuses the opponent, and during this weakness, Brionne slaps the balloons toward the target where they explode. Only those who have earned its trust can see this Pokémon when it is sad. It will otherwise always act cheerful and never allow its sorrow to show."

"But what is this Evolution thing that you kept mentioning?" Cater ask "Is it some kind of leveling up?"

"You can say that, yeah" You shrug "Evolution is a some kind of leveling up but the conditions to meet it vary from one Gijinka to another"

"So it depends on, like, environments or new spells you use?" Azul asked.

"Yep but where I come from, they're called Moves, not spells" You replied

"Ooooh~"

You cant help but chuckle at their interest at your world. These type of things are amazing, yes, but back in your world it would be kinda consider normal thanks to your kind's abilities but than again, this world doesn't have pokemon so it makes sense at their suprise and interest.

The rest of the afternoon continue on with some relaxation and fun as per usual, with you using some of your moves like Bubble Beam and Water gun to emp up the fun even more.

"Come on Cheka" yawned Leona as he begrudgingly stood up from he's lounge chair to go to he's nephew "I think it's time to go home"

"Aaaaww~" the young Prince whined, not wanting to leave just yet "But I want to play with Auntie even more!"

"No and thats that" Leona sternly says, not wanting to waste another moment.

"Aw...okay" As Cheka was about to go to he's Uncle, You suddenly have an idea "How about we do one last trick, ay?" You winked at the little Cub " before you go"

The child's eyes immediately went wide with he's smile complimenting he's expression "Really!?" He cant wait for it!

Leona, feeling tired and dread at the pit of he's stomach that he didnt wanna continue watching the little rascal nor want to get in triuble with he's sister-in-law, tried to protest and be on their way until it was too late.

"Alright! Lets go!"

Its been quite a long time since you use your z-move, not since you came to Twisted Wonderland, but you trained and earn for the z-ring in your possession so you know you have to give it your all!

"The sound of rushing waves! The ocean sings!

Let's deliver the ocean's melody. Here I go!"

Many eyes went wide at the growing water bubble that you had created right before their eyes.

"Woah!" Deuce shouted in suprise "Its so big..." Trey sweatdropped at the enormous size.

"Now thats Magicam worthy" Usual Cater.

"Its so colorful!" Floyd happily said as the other Octavinielle residents watch in shock.

"Fufufufu~ it seems our little mermaid has more suprises than we expected" Lilia chuckled. He may have seen some interesting things back in he's day but you sure take the cake as being quite the few interesting ones. "Indeed" Malleus nodded in agreement, eyes on the glittering and beautiful ballon with amusement and curiosity of what will happen.

"Malleus-Sama! Stay back!" Still he's usually self as always, huh Sebek.

"Now....

Oceanic Operretta!"

The Primarina uses than sent the balloon float off into the nice sfaety yet viewable distance as it exploded with sparkly dust raining down from the explosion.

"Amazing!" Epel, Cheka and Kalim shouted at the beautiful sight before their eyes.

"Beaute!" Rook exclaim with Vil watch on with wonder. Maybe he can try using magic on stage...or better yet, let you join him on stage.

"Truly astonishing" Malleus brought he's hands to see if he could catch some of the sparkles (our curious little boi).

The others cant deny that their wording was wrong, the show itself was amazing and enchanting on how you had used your "Unique Magic" as you bow down to them with a smile on your face. Everyone on the beach clapped, whistled and complimented your display of power and elegance through your moves.

This world may be different from your own...

But you love it.

You love this guys.

And you love your memories with them.

{BONUS}

"Woah..."

Beautiful blue eyes train on the beautiful sparkly dust raining down on the water that he is in, had been watching the whole thing with amazement as he land out he's hand to see if he could catch the sparkles.

He was very greatful for sneaking out of RSA and away from he's overbearing Senior. If he hadnt, he wouldnt have seen such a sight.

Nor woman.

Her singing was absolute beautiful! It was very enchanting! Especially when she had used it for her suppose "Unique Magic".

A sighed escaped he's mouth as he's fin flap around the waters surrounding the small island, cant help but watch the now retrieving party leaving the beach side with their things in hand as they all want back to go where you had come from.

"Rielle! Rielle!"

The said Prince look behind to see he's dear first year friend swimming towards him with a tired look on he's face "Rielle" the yellow and blue haired merman panted "We should really go back! Or else we could be trouble!"

Even though Rielle eyed rolled at he's friend's usual worry antics, the red head look back at the empty beach and said...

"I hope we can meet togather soon..."

I did finish this one abit quick than usual so I apologies for any mistakes in the fanfic.

#twisted wonderland #crossover #pokemon #twisted wonderland x pokemon #twst mc #twst x pokemon #primarina #brionne #poplio #twst rielle #cheka kingscholar

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