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doodle-pops · 2 years

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Glimpse of Us

Celegorm x reader

Request: could i request some angst for celegrom please? Where he left his wife behind in Valinor, after a fight too. when she hears about him lusting over Luthien, she obviously heartbroken and decides it's best they probably end their marriage, so when he returns he hears her say : “you didn’t just break promises, you broke me.” Happy or angst ending whatever inspires you - thank you! - anon

A/N: Is it wrong for me to say I loved writing this fic? Well I did...too much. The volume of angst I placed in this fic, I enjoyed it a little too much. I hope you're okay with the ending I chose since you gave me the option. Cheers🥂

Warnings: hurt/no comfort, reborn! Celegorm, angst, crying, heartbreak, mentions of kinslaying, mentions of committing adultery

Words: 2.2k

Synopsis: After years of being ridiculed by the many his hands had done wrong, his face is revealed to you in a new light. It's easy to do nothing with his attempts, but it's harder to forgive. The question is, do you?

Prompt: "You didn’t just break promises, you broke me"

There he was, standing before you hiding remorse behind his eyes as they bore into yours. His hands were stiffly planted on either side of his body and his posture spoke a thousand words – he was ashamed and embarrassed to be here before you once again. It was an unfamiliar emotion and attribute from the members of the infamously first house of the once High King.

Adorned in their reds, purples and golds and swaying about in the wind as proudly as a peacock. The house you were warned about constantly as a young adolescent growing up to avoid. The house you couldn’t help but believe to have found your soulmate, your other half, your one true pair, your forever and always. The house that brought you the most pain.

Or was it a particular person and not the house?

Celegorm’s silver hair for the first time in years since you knew him appeared kept and tamed. Neatly styled and adorned in the old circlet that was gifted to him by you on your wedding night. You remembered the overly dramatic and flamboyant performance he had put on when you presented it. This was the first time he was wearing the brand new headpiece. As for his clothes, he no longer clothed in browns and greens – his hunting gear – but wore colours similar to yours. Cream and lilac, the strangest of the colours to see him dressed in, and yet still, it took him well.

“I’m sorry.” His voice intended to be strong and apologetic but instead revealed how broken internally he was. Guilt was consuming him – a shocking scene, a violent attribute – not at all what he intended to reveal, but to you, it didn’t sound like him at all. The predator was sounding like the prey.

His apology had cut you deep, just like those nights when you refused to follow him. Now you understood how felonious you appeared to him when you refused to tag along. This was the image of him standing and fidgeting before your door – criminal. What were you to say? I forgive you. I love you. I want you to come back. They sounded a lot more like his words whenever he did something to tick you off.

“Tyelkormo…” His head snapped up at the sound of his name falling from your lips. Though it sounded broken, it was a sound he secretly missed and yearned for years. He wanted to walk forward and reach out to touch you, hold you, to just have you in his arms like before he chose to follow his father.

“I know,” he snapped and watched in horror at how you recoiled, before taking a deep breath to change the tone of his voice of his next words. It was then, he heard the words of his mother resonating within his head, 'the first step to forgiveness is letting go of your pride', before he spoke airy, “I shouldn’t have left you. I should have stayed. A-And I shouldn’t have sworn the…oath. It was all my fault...never yours.”

He was admitting his faults – no, not faults – his flaws. He was being open and honest, a trait that you believed never existed with this rambunctious elf you married. A trait that if existed, would have reduced many headbutts. A trait you wished he had developed without having to suffer at the hands of his father’s choices and actions before realizing his mistakes. A trait that made you question if the elf before you were your husband, Tyelkormo would never apologize, he was too arrogant and prideful to stoop so low. But it made you want to reach out and hold him, just to embrace him in your arms and swaddle him like a fearful child. Have him cry for hours in your arms about everything and help him move on. But was it worth it?

He's killed people with the same hands that cradled and touched you tenderly. Countless innocent lives were lost to his gifted and skilful hands. Could you hold them again without recoiling in disgust? Because of him, you’ve had dozens of Teleri and Sindars visiting you to haunt and hurt you. An act of reciprocation.

You’ve heard the rumours about him frolicking with the Princess overseas. A beautiful maiden who all was enchanted by upon her first appearance. A maiden who was born to higher powers and achieved great feats urged him to act on his self-ambitions or rather his father’s ambitions. What was it that she had which made him rush to her? The thought made your blood boil after he had sworn to be faithful and loyal. Despite your separation, you chose to be respectful and held up your end of the promise, but not him. He took the break as an opportunity to run wild and free, forgetting all about you.

“I didn’t forget about you, I’ve never. I know what I had done to her…the princess was despicable, but I hadn’t gone through with it – ”

“ – because Huan broke her free before you had a chance. Tell me, where is your faithful dog Tyelkormo? They told me he left you on his own because of your actions.” Your voice grew in anger and fire as the conversation pitched forward. There was too much-unsettled angst in your heart, and talking to your parents and friends wasn’t enough, they would never understand. Not even consolation from the Valar would help. If you had to fight with him, scream, yell and shout to feel better, then so be it.

“Huan died protecting them – her mortal lover.” There was no need to deny anything that you spoke about to him. He knew you would have already been told of the truth, just like his mother who could barely look them all in the eyes without breaking down. He was overly surprised that you didn’t do the same or throw something at his head – it was a famous trait of yours whenever you were displeased.

“And what of your adultery, am I supposed to forgive that? In the end, you chose to act on your impulsive thoughts and pursue her – pursue her for power. You went against me and our promise. Do you get that? You didn’t just break promises, you broke me Tyelkormo!” The tears had finally broken through the strong façade you were giving to him. Crumpling yourself before him on the doorstep, you wept in your hands. Your tears freely messily down your face, staining your clothes.

At this point, Tyelkormo wanted to swear at the Fёanturi, Irmo, for forcing his emotions to burst through the dams. The sight of you on your knees, pouring your heart out in heartbreak and betrayal, made him fall to his own knees before you and cried. Sobbing tremendously, the sounds of pleas were being slipped past the lips of Tyelkormo once again, but this time, the air and tone behind his words were self-reproachful. The agony behind each broken syllable reached your ear and pushed more tears from your heart.

Crawling on his hands and knees to you, his movements were timid – fearful of greater rejection. Strong, muscular, feeble hands, shaking and trembling as they outstretched to touch your shoulder – a first move to test the waters – before inching it around to pull you into his embrace. You fought it, you fought him, you fought his touch that you solely missed and desired for ages. You shivered and cringed, the thought of his hands being on another and then holding you, comforting you for his actions. You didn’t know if it were to throw up or yield.

And when you realized that he wasn’t letting you go, not so easy as before, you ceased – this time he was going to fight. Even if he had to live away from you but have the chance of seeing you, he’d do it – there were the chances of him being successful with winning you back. Tyelkormo was a person of sheer will and focus, whatever he saw and desired, he had to have it, and he’d work his ass off to the bone to achieve it. You were his lover, his companion for life, you weren’t allowed to walk away so easily without giving him a fair fight.

“Give me another chance, I beg you, just one, only one. I would – will make everything better. The broken can always be fixed, you don’t have to stay that way, just give me a chance…please,” whispering in your hair as he stroked your head tender-lovingly. You missed this, just being in his arms and relishing in his affections. But could you so easily allow yourself to fall back into his arms?

“And if I don’t want to have you back? If I don’t want you to fix me because you’d do the same?”

Your question had caused a wave of anger to swell in his heart and grinded his teeth and curled his fist at you not working to accept him, but then he remembered, as his spouse, you had the higher ground. You could send him back should you not want him; he was still bound to you in ways. He should watch his anger and words.

“Then – Then, you wouldn’t see me…again,” looking around and into your once shared home, he saw the old portraits of him and you on your wedding day still hanging over the fireplace. It stung his heart to know that you could deny him. He couldn't help but clench his jaw as a wave of frustration flowed, “I’ll leave for good and won’t bother you ever again.”

What if you got hurt again? Your parents had already warned you about him and his family, walking back into his life was like demanding to be burned. If you got hurt it would be no one else’s fault but yours. But the Valar gave him a second chance at life, so that meant something. If the higher powers could let him free, it meant that there were changes in him – his sins were atoned for. He sounded changed and…different? Why was decision-making so exhausting?

Lifting your head and allowing your teary eyes to meet his, you watched his forest green eyes sparkle in hopes of you accepting him once more. Raising your right hand to his face, you watched as he closed his eyes upon contact and leaned into your touch. Nuzzling into your much softer hand, you trailed it upwards to brush the loose strands out his face before bringing it back to his cheeks. He appeared youthful in your eyes once again, just like the young ellon whom you met in the forest. Smiling at the memory, he felt the shift in the air and reopened his eyes to gaze at you.

So young and carefree, wild and rambunctious, grandiose and flamboyant, that was your Tyelkormo. Not the criminal that broke your heart and left you alone. You could do it, you could walk away, but you were being given a chance. You would never get another like this again. Opening your mouth to respond, your tongue acted on the same wavelength as your brain or was it Eru’s will?

“I...I...I'm sorry Tyelko, I don't know. I just don't know...” you wailed as you shook your head.

“You can't just throw us away so easily...let me re-court you – just like the old days. We'll start over fresh,” he pleaded with humility and anger laced in his voice. He was willing to forcefully put his pride aside in hope of not being rejected. It stung and cut him deeply; never someone to stoop so lowly, even for you at times. The more you spoke, the deeper the knife carved a hole in his chest. Tyelkormo wasn't even sure if mortar and clay would be able to patch the hole at the depth it reached. How much further would you dig to strike pain upon him before you opened your door?

Staring at him through the crystal drops that were collected in your lashes, he sparkled, he glowed. Just like the old days. The days when everything was perfect and you only needed to worry about his temper. Now, all you could do was simply stare at his sullen face with another sullen face. Blank faces met with eyes of sorrow and neglect and words of emptiness. Sniffles and tear-stained faces, cold wind and mouthless mutters, broken arms and feeble embraces. The wind curled around you, and away from him not allowing for anymore words to fall, just hollow picturesque images standing lifeless facing one another.

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justnerdy15 · 8 months

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season of the witch (FlashFictionFriday) daily snippet 10.13.23

prompt: @flashfictionfridayofficial an empty grave wc: 1000 warnings: none notes: something new/unconnected

It’s a strange feeling to stare at your own grave.

Piles of fresh dirt surround a neatly dug out hole. Standard size. Eight feet long, three and a half feet wide, and, of course, six feet deep.

Beatrice takes large bite of her apple, sweet sticky juice running down her chin, and thinks to herself that Charlie did a pretty damn good job. If he only showed this amount of care and attention to literally anything else.

But, hey, we all have what we’re good at.

She peers into the grave, the smell of wet earth tickling her nose, and spots the minute movements of worms and other insects moving along the freshly loosened earth. Ah. Roommates.

“So what’s the verdict?” a cheerful voice asks from behind just before an arm is thrown around her shoulders, jostling her with playful strength.

She takes another bite of her apple.

“Good enough,” Beatrice replies through crunchy chews. She wipes a hand across her mouth and shrugs, trying to displace the awkward weight of Charlie’s arm. “It’s a hole.”

Charlie scoffs and tightens his hold. His hand burns through her shirt like a brand. “Thanks. I feel really appreciated right now. Do you even know how long this took me?”

“How long did it take you?”

“Two hours! Two hours of my life I will never get back and all you can say is ‘It’s good.’ Jesus, Bea, what am I to you? Chopped liver?”

She rolls her eyes. “Doesn’t it usually take you four hours anyways?

“So, I put in even more effort this time around!”

Beatrice sighs and turns her head towards him while her hand reaches up to touch the side of his face. “Thank you, Charlie,” she says with a little squeeze, “for your continued service and excellence to the Elsey family and the Nocturna Foundation.”

Charlie grins and, just as he opens his mouth to probably say some smartass comment, Beatrice pulls her hand just far enough to pop him on cheek with a satisfying smack.

He recoils, arm dropping from her shoulder, as one hand comes up to cover his face. “Ow,” Charlie complains, rubbing at his cheek, “What was that for?”

She shrugs. “Your ego was already getting too big. It was inflating in front of my eyes, Charlie, gotta humble you a little bit.”

Charlie scowls at her and knocks his shoulder into hers, causing Beatrice to stumble a bit to the side. “You’re such a bitch, you know that?” he says, the words lacking any real heat to them. “Next time, dig your own damn grave.”

Beatrice laughs and throws her half eaten apple into the grave.

“Bea, don’t throw fucking food down there.”

“What? I might get hungry while I’m buried. I’m a snacky girl.”

“You’re a pain in the ass is what you are,” Charlie says, shoving is hands into his pockets. He looks down in the grave before glancing over at Beatrice. “New moon’s in a week.” The words are more serious, tinged with barely concealed concern that dampens her rather happy mood.

“It is,” she replies, folding her arms against her stomach. “We’re doing the cleansing rite tonight.” Beatrice looks over at him, noticing the way the autumn sun shines against his dark curls, head turned away from her.

“Are you coming?” she asks, scuffing her boot against the ground.

Charlie sighs. “You know I don’t like to see you in pain,” he says, still not looking at her.

“I know. But —” the words are stuck in her throat, logic rebelling against the waiting admission. She wants Charlie to look at her. Beatrice clears her throat and forces the words out her mouth. “It would make me happy if you came.”

When Charlie faces her again, there is clear disbelief in his eyes and she feels her face heat up in response.

“Bea,” he says, taking a step towards her.

She steps back and shakes her head, suddenly very interested the small purple flowers growing underneath a near-by tree. “I mean, it’s whatever, you know, if you don’t want to come,” Beatrice says, trying and failing to sound casual. “It’s just —” a heavy sigh “— It would be nice to have someone there who wanted to be rather than needed to be.”

Who was there for me, she thinks, but that’s just a little too vulnerable for her right now.

“But I get it, if you really don’t want to,” she finishes lamely, scratching at the back of her head.

Beatrice refuses to look him because god-forbid she sees pity on his face. She’d jump in the grave right now and tell them to forget the ceremony. Let this be her actual final resting place.

About a moment before she tells him to forget it and fuck off, his arm knocks gently into hers as he moves closer to her, a silent request.

“Bea,” he says again and she closes her eyes at the warmth radiating from him.

Beatrice breathes in deeply. She’s a Elsey goddammit; she can survive some emotional humiliation.

Opening her eyes, and gritting her teeth hard enough to crack stone, Beatrice turns to face him. “What,” she says stiffly.

“Okay,” Charlie says with a brief smile. “I’ll come. If you want me there, of course I’ll come.”

Oh.

Her face has to be hot enough at this point to fry a damn egg on it, but the unquestionable relief at his answer comforts her enough to ignore it.

“Okay,” she responds offering a weak smile in return. Beatrice leans just enough to press her side into his, listening to chirping birds and rustling leaves, wincing as a cold breeze of air rushes through the clearing. Should’ve grabbed a sweater.

Charlie laughs. “I think it’s time we head back. Can’t have you getting sick before Tuesday.”

She sighs and straightens up. “You’re starting to sound like my mother,” Beatrice says, “Cold air can’t make you sick.”

“Your mother is a smart woman,” Charlie says with a grin.

Beatrice groans and pulls away. “C’mon on then,” she sighs, walking away from the clearing, keeping step with Charlie.

They’re nearly at the path when he stops, Beatrice a step or two ahead of him. When she turns to face him again, he’s looking back at the grave then he looks back at her.

“You’re going to be okay,” Charlie says, walking the line between a statement and a question.

She nods. “I’ll be okay,” Beatrice assures him. She’s gives him a grin. “Like I said, you dug a pretty good hole.”

It’s lame, she knows it, but the joke makes him smile and some of that worry drains out of his eyes.

“I’m a master of the craft,” he says, playing along. “Crafting holes all day long.”

“Ew,” she says, wrinkling her nose, a small laugh escaping. “Never say that again.”

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aalissy · 1 year

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Love Language

Ahhh!! Sorry I missed chapter 11 yesterday! I got busy D:. As a bonus, though, there’s two chapters today at least :’). Lemme know what you think!

AO3

Marinette’s always known that her love language was gift-giving. Whether it was sewing a little pencil case or creating a beautiful, extravagant gown it filled her with absolute warmth to see her friends beaming, cheerful faces.

Though she definitely knew that acts of service was probably her second biggest language, gift-giving just held a special place in her heart. It was most likely the reason why she had a treasure chest filled with gifts for thirty-five of Adrien’s birthdays.

Placing her tray of food down on the cafeteria’s table, Marinette took her seat. Nibbling on an apple, she examined the back of Adrien’s head as per usual. It was just as beautiful as it always was.

“What do you think Adrien’s love language is?” she asked Alya, still unable to tear her gaze away from him.

Alya turned around, smirking when she caught sight of what Marinette was looking at. Shaking her head at her best friend, Alya replied, “Sunshine? I’m pretty sure his love language is physical touch.”

Marinette scrunched her nose up, tilting her head in confusion. “Touch? Why would you think that? I was pretty sure that it was words of affirmation.”

With a quiet, happy sigh to herself, she looked down at the table. A small smile began to stretch across her face as she thought about all the times Adrien’s cheered her up with just his words.

Peeking back up at Alya from beneath her lashes, she nibbled on her lower lip. “He always has something nice to say to his friends, after all. And I’m not quite sure where you’re getting physical touch from. I rarely see Adrien enjoying it when people touch him.”

Marinette frowned to herself, recalling all the times she watched Adrien physically recoil whenever Lila and Chloé planted themselves directly in his personal space. Alya had to be wrong. Adrien hated touching.

“Yeah, you’re right. Unless it’s from someone he loves.” Her friend’s eyes glimmered knowingly, as though she was keeping something from Marinette.

Pursing her lips, the furrow between her brows deepened. “I don’t understand... what are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying that Adrien rarely touches anyone... except for you.”

Marinette almost jumped out of her seat, feeling her heart race from Alya’s statement. “W-what?” Of their own accord, her eyes darted over to Adrien, her face flaming at the thought. “N-no he doesn’t.”

“Oh, come one, Marinette.” Her eyes rolled. “How often does Adrien touch your shoulder with every opportunity he gets?”

“W-well, um... y-yeah, I guess he does do that but...”

“And he also slow-danced with you both in New York and at Chloé’s party.”

Marinette didn’t think it was possible but she felt her blush turn even darker. For an instant, she was transported back to that night. She remembered their cuddle under the moonlight as they floated above the streets of New York.

“And...,” Alya continued, snapping her fingers as she remembered even more evidence. “Do you remember Startrain? As soon as you fell asleep on Adrien’s shoulder, he instantly turned off his lesson and cuddled with you.”

“T-that doesn’t... I-I... that was just because w-we were both um, tired?” She ducked her head down. That picture that Alya had stolen of the two of them sleeping together was still her home screen.

“Let’s also not forget the multiple times he’s hugged you and held your hand,” she finished, sitting back smugly in her seat. Crossing her arms against her chest, she asked, “Was that enough evidence for you yet?”

Marinette simply shook her head, feeling too dazed to speak. Of course, she remembered every single time Adrien ever touched her. She was utterly in love with him. But just because she loved him didn’t mean he loved her back.

“Well, why don’t we just ask him ourselves?”

Whipping her head up, Marinette’s eyes widened with disbelief as she saw Alya shouting Adrien’s name and waving him over.

“What?!” she practically screamed, wanting to leap over the seats to get her best friend to stop. “No, Alya, stop!”

But it was too late, Adrien had turned around at Alya’s call and was now walking over to their table at her gesture.

To both Marinette’s detriment and pleasure, he sat down next to her, his shoulder brushing against hers. Stiffening slightly, she desperately wished for a hole to appear in the floor and swallow her whole.

That didn’t happen. Instead, Adrien blinked over at Alya curiously. “Did you need me?”

“Yes, Marinette and I had a question for you, sunshine.” Her smirk widened mischievously. Alya ignored her glare, proceeding with the question that Marinette was now dying to know the answer to. “What’s your love language?”

“Love language?” Adrien tilted his head with puzzlement. “What’s that?”

Ever the intrepid reporter, Alya quickly whipped out her phone, looking up love languages before showing him the results.

He leaned forward, his shoulder now thankfully away from touching Marinette’s. A small, spiteful voice in her head begged her to lean forward to maintain the contact. She steadfastly ignored it, though, even going so far as to scoot closer to the furthest corner of her chair.

“So there are five different love languages. Words of affirmation, acts of service, gift-giving, quality time, and physical touch. Out of these five, what do you think you give out the most to the people you love?”

Adrien hummed after Alya’s explanation, tapping his chin in deep thought. “Hmm, I’d probably say words of affirmation. That’s about declaring your feelings with words, right?”

Before her best friend could answer, though, Marinette interrupted with a shout, “Ha! I knew it!”

As soon as she had finished, she cursed herself for her little outburst because Adrien had now turned to look at her. The full effect of his glimmering emerald green eyes was now on her and her face quickly erupted into a pink flush.

“Is that what you thought the answer would be, Marinette?”

There was a little smirk on his lips that caused her heart to flip in her chest. Nodding her head slowly, she stuttered, “I, uh, w-well, yeah. I-I thought goo... I-I mean you like to words.”

Marinette’s palms itched to slap her face with embarrassment. He likes to words?! What does that even mean?

Adrien simply laughed at her goof, patting her shoulder affectionately. Had she fallen through the floor yet? Because it certainly felt like she had just melted with his touch. “Well, you’re right. I do like using words. I am curious, though. What did you think the answer was, Alya?”

He turned back around to look at her. Her gaze was locked on his hand which was still resting on Marinette’s shoulder.

“Physical touch,” Alya said simply, shrugging her shoulders.

Marinette’s cheeks dusted a light pink at the casual response. She prayed he wouldn’t think too closely about what that meant.

Lifting his hand from her shoulder both too soon and too late, Adrien nodded his head. “That’s a good one, too.” He looked back and forth between the two of them before asking, “Wait... if there’s a love language you like to give is there also one you like to receive?”

“Mhm.” Alya hummed, nodding her head. “It usually depends on the person on whether or not they're the same.”

“Cool,” Adrien said before turning back his emerald eyes back on Marinette. Once again, her heart sped up at his look. “What about you, Marinette? What love language do you like to receive?”

What?! Why was he asking her this? If only she really had melted when he touched her shoulder. “U-um, p-probably words of affirmation,” Marinette said shyly.

Alya laughed at her response, causing her to shoot a glare over at her best friend. Like her answer would have been anything different from whatever Adrien said his was. But, it didn’t hurt that she did genuinely love hearing words of praise the most.

Adrien chuckled, patting her shoulder once again. “Good choice.”

“W-what, um, what about you? What’s your favorite language to receive?” She bit her lip harshly, feeling suddenly hopeful.

“Oh, probably all of them,” he said innocently.

Alya barked out a laugh, causing the two of them to look over at her. She shook her head, eyes glimmering with amusement. “That’s cute, sunshine... but Marinette asked your favorite. There has to be one you prefer over all the others.”

“Hmm...,” he trailed off, brow furrowed in deep thought. “Gift-giving. Yeah, probably gift-giving.”

Marinette instantly lit up, a quiet, pleased hum leaving her lips before she could stop it. Gift-giving! Adrien liked to receive gifts! All at once, she was rather grateful that she did make him a lot of gifts for his next few birthdays.

“Well, if that’s all you needed me for, I should probably get back to my lunch. I’ll see you two in class.” Standing up, he waved at them before heading back to his seat.

As soon as he left, Marinette let out a lovestruck sigh, watching him go as she laid her head on her closed fist. Wasn’t he just the best?

“Oh, he’s so got it bad.” Alya laughed, leaning back in her seat.

Blinking, she tore her gaze away from Adrien to look at her best friend. Blinking, she asked, “What do you mean?”

“I mean that boy is head-over-heels in love with you.”

“What?! But he just proved you wrong! Adrien’s love language is words of affirmation and not physical touch!” Marinette practically shrieked. Alya really needed to stop getting her hopes up. It just wasn’t fair.

“Yeah, but didn’t you hear him? He only asked you what love language you like to receive and he said his favorite is gift-giving. Need I remind you about the gi...”

Before Alya could finish Marinette cut her off with a roll of her eyes. “No, you don’t need to remind me about my gifts! I can’t believe you still think you’re right about this! Can we just agree to disagree and please talk about something else now!”

Now it was Alya’s turn to roll her eyes. “One day you two will figure this out. I only hope I’m still alive to see it happen.”

Marinette scoffed, tearing a huge bite out of her sandwich. Out of the corner of her eye, though, she glanced over at Adrien once again. If only Alya was right. If only he could love her even half as much as she loved him. That really would be the day.

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eddieheart · 2 years

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WOLF IN HAWKINS

Part 2

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairings: NONE

Words: 485

Description: Will goes home

Part 1:

The lone wolf followed the small boy dutifully, a bouncy in her step. The boy's vision was downcast as he walked closer and closer to his home, he turned to face her with a nervous expression.

"Okay now, my mom should be home in a few minutes, you can't come inside." He tried to sound stern but she wasn't intimidated in the slightest.

She trotted along behind him, all the way up to a door behind the house. She tried to come inside but the door was shut softly in her face. Stunned for a moment, she stripped back, there must be slither way inside. Getting up in her hind legs she stretched up to the door knob and hit it with her paw.

She hit the knob until she heard the tell tale click of the door opening. The creature slipped inside and sniffed around the room. Where could her human have gone? He was just here.

The sound of voices echoed through the house, she walked closer, looking for her boy. She sniffed curiously at a door and pushed it open with her head, timidly she looked inside. The boy was there with an older woman, mom maybe?

She tried to keep quiet but as soon as she shifted forward the floor boards let out a shrill scream alerting the others of her presence. The boys sighed and mom jumped in fear.

"Oh my god, Will! That's not a stray! That's a wolf! We can't keep a wolf in the house!" She yelled out in concern.

Will, her human's name was Will, that's a nice name. She slinked forward keeping her distance from mom and shifting closer to Will. She sat at his feet and leaned onto him.

"Mom.." he trailed off, motioning towards the docile creature.

She sighed in return.

"Y'know it's against the law." Mom recoiled crossing her arms.

"My stepdad is a cop." He countering with a soft smile.

"You'll need to take care of it yourself, feed it, water it, walks."

"Her name is Grim, Grimbone, and I promise I'll take really good care of her. Please." He asked clasping his hands together.

She sighed and nodded. Will cheered in joy and pat Grim on the head softly. Grim watched the pair, the exchange was odd, but she assumed it meant she could stay. Her tail wagged happily and she nosed Wills leg in content.

"C'mon Grim, let's go." He waved her over, following him as he walked.

He walked towards another door and pushed it open. The walls were littered with posters and Nick nacks. The bed was high and covered with blue striped sheets, the floor was soft to the touch and slightly scratchy.

"This is my room. You can sleep in here with me." He smiled down at her.

Grim was happy she got to make this human happy, hopefully he wouldn't be like the rest.

@buggylad

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1kook · 3 years

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right place, wrong time

— a someway, somehow jungkook drabble summary Home was Jungkook, it had always been Jungkook… but it wasn’t this Jungkook. warnings angst, heart ache, its actually kinda sad :/ lmfao, jk is a little... uh... como se dice.... jerk without realizing it.... justice for oc.... also there’s a scene where oc throws up so !! rating m wc 1.5k

notes THIS TAKES PLACE 5 YEARS BEFORE SWSH ITSELF ! OK ! enjoy <3 i wanted to try writing angst again <3 also i have no self control i said i would post this in 7 hrs yet here i am. and its not proofread <_<

When you were kids, the fact Jungkook’s birthday fell early on into the school year was a huge deal; everyone in your class was invited, both new and returning students, and the event itself was practically the opening scene to the school year itself. As you got older and he began to move away from colorfully decorated parties, his early birthday still earned him a lot of attention, had everyone at your high school congratulating him from the moment the first bell rang until the last. There weren’t any grand birthday bashes during high school, but the Jeons were a loving family, party or no party, and always got him a cake to celebrate each new year.

Up until you left for college, you had never missed Jungkook blowing out the candles for his birthday. Be it a backyard party bustling with kids or a smaller affair at his favorite restaurant, you had always been invited, always cheered for him with each new year of life he welcomed.

As a kid, you had always been adamant on getting the spot closest to him as you sang happy birthday, beaming at your best friend like he was your entire world. His childhood photo albums had been proof of that, filled with a chronological sequencing of every birthday he’s had with you at his side, your smiles changing with the times— from missing teeth to full of braces, you had always been at Jungkook’s side.

As a young-adult, you had to bite down your pride and watch Sojin fulfill that spot.

You had missed his last two birthdays since entering college. Your first year away from home, everyone you knew warned you about not going home too early into the year, something about how it would solidify your homesickness and you’d never be able to assimilate afterwards. So you had congratulated Jungkook from Taehyung’s phone screen, greatly appreciating the way Taehyung angled the phone away from Sojin as best he could. Then your second year, you had been drowning in that first wave of projects and essays, and simply couldn’t squeeze a five hour drive there and back into your schedule. Jungkook understood; there was no party this year, just a simple family dinner. The video call ended soon after you congratulated him, his attention drawn away by the voice of another woman you knew all too well.

For his twenty-first birthday, Jungkook was adamant that you attend. He had told you about it before you had left for the new semester, bent over by the front wheels of your car, making sure everything was in tip-top shape before you went off again. His t-shirt was drenched in sweat, trails running down his hairline, over the prominent veins of his neck.“I want you there,” Jungkook had said, taking your offered hand as he stood back up. He must have miscalculated— or maybe it was on purpose —his step, because when he stepped forward, he was all too close. He didn’t let go of your hand. “Please?”

Your eyes flickered over his chest, to his neck. He smelled like home, or at least the image of it you had created in your mind during your last two years away. Home was lavender fabric softener billowing over you in waves, the faint traces of this morning’s cologne, the subtle scent of his metallic work tools. It was his chocolate curls tickling his eyebrows, his easygoing smile, the way he pulled you closer, made the scents wash over you all over again.

It was Jungkook. It was Jungkook. It was Jungkook and his warm touch. It was Jungkook and his softened gaze. Home was Jungkook, it had always been Jungkook… but it wasn’t this Jungkook. It wasn’t this Jungkook and the hickey on his neck.

The sight made your stomach recoil, eyes quickly averted from the site of the crime. He had gotten here later than usual, said something about having to take Sojin somewhere first. So that’s what that meant. Jungkook, unaware of the fact the collar of his t-shirt has let you in on his private life, squeezes your hand. “You’ll come, won’t you?”

And you were stupid and you were in love, so of course you said yes.

It’s a cookout this year, his backyard filled to the brim with relatives and friends and so many cans of beer you don’t know what to do. His parents are ecstatic for your return, babbling on and on about how much he missed you for the last two birthdays. You take it in stride, and maybe in a different timeline you would have believed it, but not this one. Aside from greeting you at the door and taking your keys off your hands, you had barely seen the birthday boy all day. You mingle with old friends, his relatives, tentatively sip at your can of soda. You’re tired, the long drive having sapped the majority of your energy for the day.

Sometime around sunset, you meet eyes with him across the yard. Jungkook smiles, he always smiles. You okay? he mimes with a thumbs-up, and you want to say yes, but Sojin is sitting on his lap, an obnoxiously loud display, and when he puts his hand back down, it immediately finds its home on her thigh. You send him a half-hearted shrug, play it off like you're still a little carsick from the long drive here.

(Truthfully, you are sick, but you’re not sure it’s from the drive.)

Even at twenty-one, his family maintains their tradition and sings him happy birthday. With your return, his mother delegates you to cake cutting duties again, so you’re on standby for the song, at his side with the cake cutter in hand. Jungkook is grinning from ear to ear, Sojin attached to his hip, his arm sling around her shoulders. His family sings and sings, and Jungkook is happy. His eyes jump around the table, taking in the sight before him the way he does every year. And when they reach you at his side, Jungkook beams, reaches for your hand beneath the table and squeezes, all the while keeping his girlfriend closely hugged to his other side.

You cut the cake. Sojin gets her slice and promptly whisks Jungkook away.

By ten pm, you find yourself in his upstairs bathroom puking your guts out. It’s the carsickness, you tell yourself, or maybe the cake frosting, throat gagging around nothing, tears clinging to your lash line. But is it really?

“__?” someone says, and you make a weak attempt to turn towards the door. You don’t know what you expected— had you actually wanted Jungkook to find you in this sorry state? —but it isn’t Jungkook. “Shit, what happened?” Taehyung worries, hurrying to your aid. And you’re grateful that there’s someone here to help you, to save you from yourself and your stupid, heartbroken thoughts. But it’s not the man you want it to be, and that has you squeezing your eyes shut tightly, until the mascara on your lashes imprints itself against your under eyes instead.

The man you want bumps into you downstairs, catches Taehyung helping you into the spare bedroom to lie down. “__?” Jungkook calls out, eyes big and scared. “Where— what’s going on?” he asks, thrusting his plate into Sojin’s hands before rushing to your side. He grabs your forearm, and the touch burns, so you yank yourself away.

Faintly, you hear Taehyung explain. “She’s sick,” he says, pulling you closer. “She’s been out of it since she first got here. I think it was the long drive.” Yes, it was the long drive, you agree.

Jungkook, unfazed by your first recoil, reaches for your arm again. “I’ve got her,” he tells Taehyung, underestimating his strength when he tugs you closer, has you stumbling into his chest. His rough handling makes your stomach tighten, your head feel dizzy.

“Jungkook,” you gasp, hand on his chest. “Wait— I’m—“ And he’s trying to move you back up the stairs, probably into his bedroom to lie down. But the sight of the stairs and his overwhelming scent and the hickey on his neck, the hickey Sojin left on his neck, makes you nauseous all over again.

Taehyung yelps in your defense. “Jungkook,” he scolds, carefully maneuvering you out of Jungkook’s harm’s way. “You’re making it worse.”

From a few feet away, Sojin calls out his name. “Jungkook?” she says and her voice is so sweet, yet so sticky; it makes you gag. “Baby, they’re calling for you outside.”

And everyone is saying his name, so he doesn’t know where to look, doesn’t know who to prioritize, not when everyone wants his attention. He looks at you, and your heart soars for a millisecond. Then it plummets when he settles on Sojin instead. “I— you’re right, Tae,” he sighs, backing off, letting go. “You got __, right?” Taehyung nods. “Call me if anything happens.”

And he leaves, slips his hand around Sojin’s waist and guides her out the door. He doesn’t look back, doesn’t even tell you to get better soon. He just leaves.

Taehyung lays you down, doesn’t say a word when you start crying because he probably thinks it’s about your stomach and the vomiting. “It’s okay,” he soothes, helping you out of your shoes. “Does it hurt?”

Yes, you sob. It hurts very badly.

#networkbangtan #jungkook #jungkook fic #jeon jungkook fic #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #bts fic #jjk #bts x reader #swshd #mine

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Change of Heart ( Taehyungx OC)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Summary : Times are changing. After years of being oppressed, werewolves are taking a stand against humans , demanding equal rights and fair treatment. Heading the movement is Kim Taehyung, the breathtaking heir to the Kim fortune and one of the few remaining Alpha werewolves in the country. His disdain for the human race is well known and well warranted. They killed his family after all….. He wants to change the world , to put humans in their place but when his five year old daughter takes a shine to their very human neighbor , maybe he has to start with a change of heart , first.

: Pairing : Taehyung x OC / Werewolf AU!!

Genre : Romance, Explicit Content

Chapter 9

“I believe you owe me an explanation....” My father’s voice was soft and steady, his gaze piercing as he stared at me. I could feel my skin thrum with distaste and the urge to take a shower was strong. I wanted to scrub my skin off, Eun Woo’s touch somehow lingering and heavy on me.

“Give me my phone back.” I said instead and my father shook his head.

“No can do. Those men you met? Paranoid bunch. They thought you and Eun Woo might have been recording something and they wanted me to check your phone. i had to reassure them and so, just for good measure, I destroyed it.”

I glared at him.

“I’m still waiting for an explanation. Two weeks ago you couldn’t stand the sight of Eun Woo.... And now here you are, at my Yacht club , claiming you’re dating the man. What are you trying to pull?” My father prompted.

“There’s nothing to say. I just... I lost my job at the preserve and I can’t really look for anything else right now Eun Woo is just helping me out.” I whispered.

My father looked surprised.

“That’s interesting, I see your pride isn’t as strong as it was when I introduced him to you at the preserve.”

I kept quiet.

"Good. I’m not surprised that you’ve come around to be honest. You are your mother’s daughter after all. Gold digger that she was, at least she left you some of her good looks for you to cash in one, yeah? ‘.

My breath caught in my throat, lips wobbling as tears sprung .

“But still.....the fact that you would whore yourself out to a bunch of animals, to keep him? It makes me wonder. What exactly is going on here, that I’m missing” ”

Taehyung , I thought miserably. I wanted him so badly right now that I felt like I would shatter if I didn’t get away from here.

I glared at my father, feeling disgust well up at the mere sight of him.

“I’m not going to do any such thing.... I’m just helping you . Eun Woo told me you’ve been looking to finish the deal and those men wanted to see me at the resort on the seventeenth. You should be thanking me right now. . ” I said defiantly and my father’s eyebrows rose.

And then he chuckled.

“I feel like you’ve bitten off way more than you can chew. But just remember, this is your doing and if things go south, i am not risking my entire reputation to rescue you. ” He said firmly.

“I can take care of myself.” I said shortly. I clenched and unclenched my fingers , trying to ground myself.

It was so amazing, how blind my father could be. He hadn’t suspected Eun Woo at all. Merely chalking him off as a perverted wolf who wanted to make a bit off money at his resort. Eun Woo was smart as well, being obtuse and sounding foolish on purpose, playing into my father’s belief that wolves weren’t intelligent.

. And this would be his downfall, I thought vindictively. The way he continually thought that wolves were foolish. That he was somehow smarter than them....

“I am not sure if I trust you entirely so I’ve asked Eun Woo to keep an eye on you, till the seventeenth. You can stay with him at his apartment. ” My father said thoughtfully

I kept my gaze down.

“At first i considered calling the whole thing off but apparently , Eun Woo’s onto something with the whole beta wolves being into voyeurism. Perhaps that’s a whole new avenue I could look into.... Those men out there....I’ve been showering them with gifts and women for months and this deal wouldn’t come through. But Eun Woo sweeps in, dangles you in front of them and suddenly they want to finish this deal in five days? Apparently, you’re the secret weapon I should have been using all along?”

I glared at him.

He looked thoughtful as he stared at me. And then he nodded, features hardening.

“So be it... You can go fuck that wolf in front of those men and I’ll get my work done. Always knew you weren’t unlike that mother of yours....” He smirked.

I felt my heart clench at that. My mother had been nothing but innocent. I recoiled when he made to stroke my cheek and he laughed again.

“He’ll come pick you up in a couple of hours . Take a shower and fix yourself. ” He gave me one last look before leaving.

The door slammed shut behind him and I sank to the floor. I stared around the room... groaning.

And then my eyes fell on the small pink phone, sticking out of my bag. My dad had taken my phone but not this . It was the pair to the toddler phone that I’d bought Luna so many moons ago. After my fallout with Taehyung I hadn’t used it at all but it had remained at the bottom of my bag. It would only connect to its pair, but no matter.

Grinning, I pulled it out, dialing quickly. If nothing else, at least dear , sweet Luna’s voice would cheer me up.

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“So, you’ll make all the arrangements?” Eun Woo watched Taehyung carefully, the Alpha wolf sat behind his desk flanked by two of his closest men, Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin. The betas were built like fucking walls , both of them narcs in the force. They stared at him, eyes narrowed in distrust and for the first time Eun Woo felt the first inklings of regret.

Taehyung for his part looked like he believed him. A laptop stood open in front of him, and the wolf had a Bluetooth device in his ear, obviously watching something on the screen. Eun Woo wondered if he had even listened to anything he had said.

“So that’s it? You offered them the resort and they said the deal’s going down.” He asked casually and Eun Woo nodded , realizing that Taehyung had been listening to him after all. .

“On the seventeenth. Yoon Jae hyun’s going to be there.”

“And Mirae...?”

“Well, just as a guest...I did imply we were seeing each other so it would be less suspicious if she were also around.” Eun Woo willed himself to sound normal.

Taehyung didn’t look suspicious but there was no telling with the beautiful alpha, who had mastered the art of keeping a straight face while destroying his enemies. And Eun Woo was well aware that if the alpha found out how he had used the girl, he would definitely be topping that list.

“Very well. I’ll make the necessary arrangements. You can go now. I’ll contact you soon.” Taehyung said shortly , his gaze flitting back to the screen infront of him.

Eun Woo nodded, before standing up on shaky legs, his heart pounding, instincts telling him he was in danger. But he pushed away the thought, grabbing his bag and leaving the office quickly.

Taehyung watched him leave, claws out and digging straight through his desk to stop himself from launching across the room and tearing the wolf’s throat out. He could smell her on him. And his wolf wasn’t happy about it.

“Fucker’s got balls, lying to your face like that.” Namjoon commented mildly, staring at the laptop, where for the past hour or so, Taehyung kept replaying the CCTV footage from the poolside camera on the yacht club.

Taehyung stared at the screen, watching the sheer discomfort and disgust on Mi Rae’s face and he’d never been filled with so much bloodlust in his life. The urged to rip the wolves to shreds, to tear them limb from limb, it simmered in his blood.

The potent rage in his veins stunned him because he’d never felt anything like it before. If he’d had any doubts about whether his wolf had made the right choice, choosing Yoon Mi Rae, it was gone. The sight of those men, ogling what was his and his alone, it made him want to kill.

They had to die. And he had to do it.

Simple as that.

And he would.

He would run them through with his claws and watch the life blood drain out of their frail, fragile bodies.

it took him some effort to compose himself.

“How long has he been running this little racket in his resort?” Taehyung asked casually, feeling inordinately foolish. It was unlike him to be so neglectful over something so incredibly important. How on earth had Cha Eun Woo managed to run something so illicit and horrendous right under his nose?

He blamed himself.

He’d trusted Cha Eun Woo, for one hot minute. Forgotten that the wolf's loyalty lay solely with himself.

Namjoon sighed, placing a file in front of Taehyung. Taehyung flipped through the pictures , stomach turning. Eun Woo had huge sprawling rooms , with beds in the center fitted with restraints and handcuffs. Comfortable arm chairs and couches dotted the rest of the room, men lounging about as they watched the action unfold. Women, drugged and barely conscious, lay on most of them and apparently, alpha wolves indulged themselves with the women.

It was the most disgusting thing he had ever encountered in his life.

And the bastard had actually dared, actually had the fucking thought of dragging his mate into it.

The mere thought of it made Taehyung laugh out loud.

Cha Eun Woo was out of his damn mind.

There really was no other explanation for it. Or maybe he’d been so blinded by his own wealth and power that he’d forgotten that Taehyung was ten times as powerful as him.

Well, whatever the reason, he clearly had a death wish.

And Kim Taehyung was going to grant it to him. With Pleasure.

“It’s new. or we would have caught wind of it before.” Seokjin said apologetically, “ Probably a few months at the most. He mostly uses the men to get tax exemptions or do get ordinances cleared for his resorts or you know, get out of adhering to construction regulation and stuff like that. In return for letting them watch alphas knot human women. ” Seokjin’s face was scrunched in disgust.

“And when I let him meet Yoon Jae hyun and his cronies, he saw an opportunity to expand his clientele and he took it. “ Taehyung hummed thoughtfully.

“Mi Rae’s with her father....” Namjoon said thoughtfully.

“Knowing that son of a bitch, he’ll probably force her to go through with it.” Seokjin shuddered.

“Well, let him bring her there. We’ll get her out. And arrest the whole lot of them.” Namjoon said with a shrug.

Taehyung stared at them for a second.

He had been determined to do this by the book, at first. But watching Cha Eun Woo molest his girl, while a bunch of impotent , old bastards ogled her....well, that really changed his mind about how he wanted to deal with these motherfucking idiots.

“No.” Taehyung said casually.

Namjoon and Seokjin stilled.

“Tae?”

“We’re not arresting any of them.” He said casually. And then he gave Seokjin a slow, calculated smile.

Namjoon’s eyes widened as realization set in.

“Tae-” He began , looking worried but the Alpha merely stared at him.

“I’m going to trust that my two best men are going to make that happen for me?” he drawled, eyes flashing red in a way that said it wasn’t really a request.

Seokjin groaned.

“Fine. But we’ll still have to get an arrest warrant and all that. Don’t want the guy to be hailed as a victim or a martyr after I kill him. that always pisses me off.” He said distastefully and Taehyung hummed.

“I’m going to leave that to your capable hands, gentlemen. “

“We’ll get things ready then. “ Namjoon said casually making to move away and Taehyung nodded, watching the two betas move to the door.

“Good., oh and one more thing....” he called out , making them both turn.

“What’s wrong?” Seokjin asked , confused.

“Cha Eun Woo... he’s mine. Bring him to me when you’re done with the others.” Taehyung whispered.

Namjoon grimaced but Seokjin merely grinned. Ironically, although he looked soft and almost feminine in his beauty, Seokjin was the meaner one.

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Taehyung came home to see his daughter giggling uncontrollably on the couch, her phone pressed to her ear and he was confused.

The only one who could call her on that phone was him and-

His eyes widened, realization hitting him hard as he all but pounced on the couch, wrestling the phone out of Luna’s hands before he could think his actions through.

“Rae...” He breathed in disbelief.

“Taehyung?” Her voice came out surprised and relieved and he felt like he was flying. It felt like liquid honey in his ears, the sweet cadence of her tone filling him with sweet blessed relief. He hadn’t even realized how badly he had wanted to hear her voice, to get some confirmation that she was alright.

“Dada dada dada...gimme gimme ...I wanna talk to Rae Rae...!!!” Luna bounced next to him, tugging on his arm and he struggled to keep his balance.

“ How did you call? I’ve been trying to reach you and-”

“Dada!!! Please...i haven’t spoken to her in ages...lemme talk to Rae Rae...!!” Luna’s voice was shrill and unrelenting.

“My dad got my phone.... I’m supposed to be with Eun Woo” He could almost see her rolling her eyes as she said that and he felt fondness bloom inside him at the though.

“Dada!! Lemme talk!” Luna was beginning to climb him now and he flinched when her tiny little claws came out, easily piercing the silk of his shirt and digging into his arms.

“Damn it! Luna will you let me talk to your mother for one damn second?!!!!!” Taehyung shouted, frustration spilling out of him before he could tamp it down.

Luna froze on his arm.

It took him another ten seconds to realize what he just said.

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My heart thudded straight up to my throat, my lungs constricting so hard that I almost choked.

I gripped the phone hard, fingers shaking as i tried to process what I’d just heard.

“Shit... Oh shit..” Taehyung swore and I startled.

“Don’t swear in front of her...” I hissed automatically . “ Taehyung what the fuck-”

“You’re swearing now!!” He shouted.

“Can you blame me?” I shouted back, my heart pounding. “ I’m not...what the hell do you mean mother?!!”

“I’m sorry... I don’t know why I said that.. It just slipped out.. i... you’re my mate and ... I know you told me not to call you that but I’m sorry , that’s what you are and she’s my daughter so I guess I just.. “

“We’ll talk about this later. “ I snapped, too tired to deal with his twisted feelings. “You have to get me out of here! The last thing I want to do is spend another minute with Cha Eun Woo. ”

“God, Rae... are you alright? ..”

“I’m fine but can you get me out of here? I wanna get out of here!” I whispered.

“Are you in your dad’s apartment? Is he hurting you?”

I sighed in defeat, knowing exactly what was going to happen.

“Let me guess....you want me to stay with the pervert till you finish saving the world.” I groaned.

“We need him at that resort on seventeenth. This whole thing is beginning to infuriate me and I’m going to end it. For good.” Taehyung’s voice carried a hard edge to it that made me wince.

“Are you gonna be there?” I asked, worried.

“I am.”

I bit my lips.

“Did Eun Woo tell you how he got those men to agree to come there?” I asked hesitantly.

“He didn’t but I know. Don’t worry about, I’ll deal with that....”

“If he didn’t tell you how did you know?” I asked, confused.

Silence.

“ i planted a bug on him. And I had spycams set up around the pool.”

“I didn’t like what he did.” I whispered. “ I don’t... I know its for a reason but the way he touched me I... I didn’t like it...”

Taehyung didn’t respond for a few seconds.

“ Mi Rae , what he did was so far out of line that I can’t even begin to tell you how angry it makes me. But, don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m going to take care of him too. ” He said finally.

I felt myself itch with the need to get away. To reach Taehyung. And Luna..God, listening to her voice after so long....listening to her happy , joyful delight.,..

“I want to see you.” I begged, dignity forgotten. “ I want to see you and Luna.. Taehyung get me out of here!! Please.!!!”

Taehyung groaned.

“Baby, listen to me... just leave with Eun Woo for now , he won’t touch you, I’ll make sure of that.....”

“No you can’t make sure of that!!” i snapped. “ You don’t know how it felt to have his hands on me.... I.... I can’t bear the thought of him near me... Please, please, get me out of here.”

A steady beeping made me jump and I stared at the phone in my hand. A red light blinked steadily on the upper edge made my heart drop. The battery was running out. Of course it was . I hadn’t used this in days.

Tears sprung before I could tamp down on my own misery,

"Tae...Can you hear me?” I choked out. “ Tae... I can’t explain it. I feel weird.... I feel miserable and scared and to be honest, I hate my own skin right now.... Ever since he touched me... I feel like ....”

Another series of beeps and the call ended. My fingers were shaking as i stared at the phone in misery.

This whole thing was spiraling into something scary and unpredictable and for once, the fear refused to ebb.

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“Taehyung...we can’t...”

“Call him.... We’re moving this thing up to tonight. I’m not waiting a whole four days to rip these bastards to shreds. ” Taehyung roared, clenched fist coming down on the mahogany surface of his table with enough force that Namjoon heard the tell tale sound of wood splintering.

He flinched.

Taehyung was enraged and the beta wolves felt like they were walking on literal eggshells.

Seokjin held a hand up, trying to calm the infuriated wolf.

“Okay... Okay...listen , we can’t just go in guns blazing and just kill some of the most prominent men in the country, Taehyung. That’s not how it works. ”

Taehyung tried to keep his temper in check but it was impossible. God, the way she had sounded on the phone. Cha Eun Woo was lucky he wasn’t in front of him right now... Taehyung was going to tear him limb from limb for this.

“So what, I just hand her over to him for the next five days?” He snarled. That wasn’t going to happen. it would be one thing if she was comfortable with it, but there was no way he was letting Eun Woo within fifty feet of her, not when she sounded so upset.

“This is what happens when you ignore your fucking biology and act like a whole entire idiot. “ Seokjin snaps. “ There’s a reason people spend days locked in after mating!! Your bond is fragile and sensitive. Just because you don’t want to fuck her into the wall anymore , it doesn’t mean your bond is settled. She’s probably feeling just as worse....and she likely has no clue why ...”

Taehyung felt his head throb.

“She’s human...she won’t feel the bond...” He muttered.

Seokjin scoffed.

“Are you serious, Tae? The mating bite connects you to her. You know that right? Yes, its not going to be as potent as it is for us , but human mates can sense the bond. The reason she’s so desperate to see you right now is because you carted her off with another wolf, before the bond could even settle. A wolf who for all intents and purposes sexually assaulted her.”

Taehyung’s breath caught in his throat.

He’d been avoiding that thought , tried to downplay what Eun Woo had done, just for the sake of his own sanity. But Seokjin was right. What Eun Woo had done was just that and Taehyung had literally given him the license to do it.

“I need to see her .” He whispered softly.

“I’ll go get her.” Namjoon replied gently.. Taehyung stared at him, frowning.

“How?” he asked, shortly. His mind felt so foggy, so unlike himself. He was usually the sharpest man in any room, solving problems before they even cropped up, ever missing anything. But right now, he couldn’t think beyond getting her back in his arms.

“With them... I’ll go with them and tell Eun Woo I’m going to bring Mirae here..... Will that be enough? We’re this close to ending this for good, Tae. Don’t ..let your instincts mess this for you...”

Seokjin scoffed.

“Shut the fuck up, the pair of you. Taehyung stop thinking with your dick for a second and consider what we’ve been doing..... This raid has been in the works for three whole years. We’re not going to do something stupid now. Namjoon and i will go see Eun Woo....Give him a taste of what will happen if he touches Rae.... and then we’ll be back here.”

He smiled then, wide and beautiful and even Taehyung felt a cold shiver run up his spine.

Seokjin continued,

“ Five days from now, we’re going in, collecting enough evidence to bring the bastards down and then, to satisfy Taehyung’s bloodthirsty soul, we’ll rip a few throats out too. How’s that sound? ”

it sounded fucking fantastic especially the last bit.

“What if you piss Eun Woo off and he calls off the whole thing...?” Namjoon protested and Seokjin rolled his eyes.

“The mutt’s playing in the big league now. He was the one who offered them the whole show, think they’ll take too kindly to him backing out all of a sudden? Probably won’t..... He’s gonna have to stick with it. If for no other reason than to cover his own ass. ”

“You’re not leaving Rae with him. I want to come with you guys....” Taehyung said firmly.

“Oh, God. No. Absolutely not. I’m not burying Cha Eun Woo’s decapitated body tonight. That’s just not going to happen.” Namjoon held his hands up.

Seokjin grinned.

“As loathe as I am to admit it, Namjoon is right. You don’t have to be there. Don’t worry, we’ll be thorough. Make sure he understands we aren’t playing around. And we’ll think of something with your girlfriend. We can’t bring her to you.... Jae hyung has eyes on you , you know that. We’ll make sure she’s somewhere safe. ”

“You know you can trust us , Tae. We’re going to make sure this fool gets what he deserves.”

Taehyung nodded, skin still thrumming with discomfort. He wasn’t going to feel better until he saw her, but it looked like he had to wait for a while.

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I stared at the two wolves flanking Eun Woo, each one holding him up by one arm, his knees bent at an odd angle. He looked unconscious .

“Sorry. He wasn’t supposed to pass out but the fucker’s just a huge ass coward. Didn’t even last five minutes.”

“Five minutes of what?” I whispered, staring in mild horror at the blood dripping steadily from the man’s temple.

“Five minutes of us demonstrating what happens to people who covet things that don’t belong to them.” Seokjin smiled brightly.

“Jungkook’s on the way here.... You know him right? Taehyung told me he’s a friend of yours. He’s going to let you crash with him for a couple of days That okay? “

I stared between the two of them.

“Are you sure? My father....”

“Oh your father won’t know, sweetheart, don’t worry about that. You know the original plan was for us to just warn this fool and he would come to his senses . But he chose to be an idiot and mouthed off about fucking anyone he wants to fuck.... So, Joon and I are going to keep him away from you. We owe Taehyung that much.” The wolf had a breathtaking face, impossible to look away from.

“Can’t I go to Taehyung?” I said stupidly and they exchanged looks.

“No wonder he’s whipped. She’s gorgeous.” Namjoon muttered under his breath.

Seokjin elbowed him sharply.

“Uh.. no. That’s going to be difficult because ....well, for starters its going to be pretty suspicious if you randomly show up at the Official residence of a Minister.”

I flushed.

“He’s not staying at his condo?” I asked hesitant.

Seokjin shook his head.

“He’s taking office in a few days, Yoon Mi Rae, ssi. He’s under the limelight right now. Which is why we think it would be safer for you to stay elsewhere. Your father is probably watching him closely.”

I closed my eyes, feeling jittery. I startled when arms wrapped around me, warm and firm.

“hey..... you alright?” The taller, dimpled wolf gave me a concerned glance and i realized I’d swayed a little.

“I’m sorry... I’m fine.. I’m just...”

“It’s the bond.” Seokjin said gently and I stared at him.

“Bond?” I muttered, confused.

“He claimed you. It sounds archaic but you do belong to him. Your body recognizes that even if your heart or mind doesn’t. “ He sounded almost apologetic.

I groaned.

“So I’m going to feel this way...”

“Anytime someone else gets close to you, yes.”

I remembered how averse I had been to Jungkook touching me in the tub, that morning after.

“So this isn’t real? I want to be with him but it isn’t real...and I can’t be with anyone else either -”

“Hey...Hey...listen. That’s not what I’m saying. Just the fact that the bond formed is proof that you guys have something special. If you weren’t into each other his wolf would have rejected the bond at once. But I’m just saying, for a few days, maybe indulge your baser instincts and stick to him, yeah? Once the bond settles , you can make better decisions without being physically affected by them.” Seokjin said gently.

I sighed peering over at Eun Woo.

“What are you going to do with him?”

Seokjin hesitated.

“Take him to our place probably. Can’t risk him running around wrecking havoc. Don’t worry about it. Five days max. This whole thing will blow over and you won’t have to see him again.”

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“You okay?” Jungkook placed a pair of towels at the foot of the bed, looking concerned as he stared at me. I sat on the bed, knees drawn up and arms folded over them staring at him.

“I’m so screwed.” I whispered.

Jungkook smiled.

“It always feels that way.... at first. Don’t worry, you guys will work this out.”

“I’m scared. My father ...he... he’s always been a bastard but... I never saw him as someone dangerous. But I think he is. I’m scared he’s going to hurt Taehyung.” I said softly, finally voicing what I’d been worried about all along.

Jungkook gave me a sharp look.

“That’s not going to be easy. Hyung can take care of himself. I’m an alpha myself and you won’t see me going against him. Everyone knows he’s not someone you should underestimate. “

“But I’m still worried..... I... I don’t want him to get hurt.”

“I’m glad you don’t want me dead anymore.”

Taehyung’s voice sent a jolt of electric current straight up my spine. I scrambled, turning around to the window in shock.

The alpha sat perched on the window sill, looking entirely unbothered for someone dangling a good fifty feet off the ground.

“Hyung , what? Get in here!!!” Jungkook hissed, reaching for him, but he was already throwing his legs over and dropping to the carpeted floor with ease.

“Don’t trust you enough to leave her with you for the night, Jungkook-ah...” He said casually, but his eyes danced with mirth.

Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“She smells like you now hyung.... I’m not going there ..”

Taehyung gave me a surprised look.

“She does?”

“The bond’s settling then.” Jungkook said. “ This is my cue to leave. Where’s your security detail hyung? Tell me I’m not going to get shot in my sleep for kidnapping the Minister for Supernatural affairs.”

Taehyung chuckled.

“They know where I am... I’m only here for the night. I have stuff to do in the morning.” He turned to me holding his arms out, “ You okay?”

I threw myself at him without a second thought.

It felt like gears slotting together perfectly, his arm around me calming the simmering discomfort under my skin so quickly that I went limp.

I closed my eyes, gripping his tight, letting my eyes fall shut as I inhaled the musky , woody scent of him. I heard the door close softly behind Jungkook and Taehyung ran his palms up and down my back.

“I may possibly be the worst mate in history.” He commented mildly.

I snorted.

“There’s no competition there. You win, hands down.” I muttered. He pulled back to stare at me, hands coming up to gently cup my face.

“I’m going to kill him.” He said softly and I frowned.

“I thought he was only doing what you asked him to.” I said , frowning.

Taehyung gave me a sharp glance. His hands slipped to my wrists, tugging me to the bed. I settled on the mattress and he took his shoes off carefully.

“God, no. Do you really think I’d do something like that?” He gave me a wounded look and i bit my lips.

“How would i know? All you told me was that you needed Cha Eun Woo to help you”

Taehyung hesitated.

“He’s been running a brothel in that resort. A brothel were old or impotent wolves can watch alphas knot human women..... Its been going on for a while. i never knew. He’s been hiding it really well.”

I felt my jaw come unhinged.

Suddenly, the way he had talked about how I would look, having sex with an alpha wolf, the way he had described it to those men, it made sense.

“He told them ... he made it seem like I was one of those women.” Bile rose up in my throat.

Taehyung reached out, fingers lightly gripping my waist and tugging me closer.

I hesitated, not sure what he wanted but he scooted back to lean on the headboard, long legs stretched out in front of him and he held his hand out again.

“Come here.” He whispered gently. “ i can think better if you’re in front of me”

Seokjin’s words echoed in my head , maybe indulge your baser instincts and stick to him, yeah? Once the bond settles , you can make better decisions.

I crawled over on my knees.

Taehyung reached out , gripped my waist with both hands and lifted me straight up into his lap like I weighed nothing. i yelped, knees hitting the mattress on either side of his waist as I tried to spread my thighs wide enough to accommodate him .

He kept his hands on my waist, grabbing the hem of my blouse and tugging it out of my skirt. He slipped his fingers in till he grazed my bare skin, thumbs rubbing soothing circles against the heated flesh.

“Feel good?” He whispered softly.

I tilted my head, regarding him thoughtfully.

“When have you ever made me feel anything but good, Alpha Kim?” I smirked, my tone dripping with sarcasm.

The fingers on my waist tightened, hard enough to bruise and I choked , gripping his shoulders , feeling the hard jut of his shoulder blades beneath my fingers.

“Behave.” He warned softly, “ I’m trying to start this right.”

I sighed.

“Start what?”

“This.. You and I. Together. As more than just friends.”

I straightened, surprised.

“Taehyung-”

“I came here tonight, not because I had to...not because I needed to... but because I wanted to. I want you to know that. I’m here not by obligation but because I wanted to see you. Because I care for you.” He stared right at me but i couldn’t help but be wary.

I looked away.

“That's not what you said the last time we met which was literally this morning...” i protested.

“ Rae, I was so fucking scared. I’ve been living inside my own head for too damn long. I’ve always had these....fucking rules inside me. Rules that i couldn’t bring myself to break. I don’t break the law, I don’t get involved with humans, I don’t trust humans, I always do stuff by the book..... But today, just...seeing what happened at that pool...... I realized I’ve been so fucking blind. ”

I swallowed.

“That’s not your fault...”

“It is... “ He said shortly. “ I’ve been so caught up with keeping my own rules, with fighting humans that I forgot that not all wolves are saints either. I’ve been so focused on your father because he’s human that I didn’t even consider that the men actually funding and dueling this entire drug racket...they’re wolves like me. That it isn’t humans who exploit us but men in power. Men in power who twist the law and use it as leeway to do whatever shit they want. “

“You couldn’t have known.” I said weakly.

“I could have. If I’d wanted to. Two months ago Cha Eun Woo built a beach side resort in Jeju Do, very close to some endangered coral reefs I remember reading about it and wondering how he could have possibly gotten a permit to do that shit. But then i never followed through with it. And I wonder if it was because I considered him a friend. A friend whose favor I would need in the future. And what does it say about me, if my moral values are so selective? I can’t act high and mighty about bringing your father down while I’ve been letting Cha Eun Woo run a fucking sex trade right under my nose.”

I pressed a palm to his face, my heart breaking at the sheer exhaustion on his face.

“You can’t fix the entire world, Taehyung. You’re not meant to single handedly solve every problem in the country...... “ I whispered.

He shuddered.

“But if i don’t , who will?” He stared at me. “ Someone has to make an effort right?”

I nodded.

“Yes... You’re right. And you’ve done enough. You’ve done more than your fair share. And you can do so much more, if you let yourself relax. If you let yourself breathe when you’re drowning you can swim so much further.”

He stared at me.

“My daughter.” He choked out. “ She really thinks you’re her mother. “

I bit my lips in distress.

“Tae, I’m so sorry-”

“ Her mother died when she was barely three....So she doesn’t remember her much. She only remembers her scent which was yours.... She... She really wants you with us, Rae.”

“You shouldn’t have said that on the phone. What were you thinking calling me her mother...” I whispered, shaking my head.

“ I think I saw you as Luna’s mother. the moment you held her that day, in the dock , in the rain. The way she relaxed in your arms...The way her face lights up at the thought of you... I... I want that for her. I want her to have that...forever.”

I let myself look at him.

“And what about you? What do you want? “

He held my gaze for a long time. I felt my heart begin to pound, anticipation clawing up my spine.

“a bowl of patbingsu would feel great.” He said seriously.

It took me a second to realize what he’d just said. I punched his shoulders, not in the mood for jokes at all.

“Sorry sorry...that was bad timing.” He grinned.

“The worst. Are you asking me out or not?” I demanded.

"I am asking you to move in.” He said softly. “ As my mate.”

I couldn’t bring myself to speak.

“It may seems too much , especially for a human but I’m a were and I want you in my house. Want your scent there, mingling with mine and I want my daughter to see us together. I want you to be...the woman I love.”

“Don’t throw the L word around like that . It scares me..” I muttered and he smiled.

“I’m not a teenager Rae. The L word as you call it, it doesn’t scare me. I have a daughter, I know love in its purest form. And I’m not afraid of saying it either.”

“Well, I’m just not sure if you even mean it.” I said desperately.

“I do mean it. I love you and I know that because I broke every rule I’ve been keeping for the past twenty years , just because of a five minute video clip of another guy touching you .”

I shook my head.

I felt overwhelmed.

Somewhere beneath that chaos, I was happy, of course I was. But for now, the exhaustion and weariness won out, and I edged closer, resting my head on his shoulders.

He hugged me closer and i felt the gentle press of his lips against the top of my head.

“Let’s sleep.” I whispered. “ I’m so tired.”

He hummed.

“Would you like me to leave?”

I shook my head.

“No. Stay.”

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I woke up sometime in the middle of the night, to find myself on my side his arms wrapped right around me, tight and firm. I wondered how numb his arm must be, and wriggled a bit, swallowing the dryness in my throat.

He grunted and gripped my waist, stopping me from moving.

“You need to stop grinding on my dick, darling.” He choked out. I froze, face flaming.

“Sorry... I...”

“It’s alright. What’s wrong?” He whispered, fingers brushing my hair back.

I stared at the wall in front of me, lightly stroking the arm wrapped around my waist.

“I feel better when I’m with you.” I whispered. “ Even when i barely saw you, those months in your home in the preserve...I always felt better when you were around. It was irrational, how much I liked you and wanted to be with you, seeing as I didn’t know much about you at all... And It makes me wonder, if perhaps you and I, perhaps we aren’t that different.” I said.

He hummed.

“How so?”

“Maybe wolves aren’t the only ones who can sense their mates . Maybe humans can too....maybe we sense it but we’re just too scared to act on it.”

“Why should you be scared...?”

“Because sometimes, even your mate rejects you and that stings.” I smiled. His grip tightened around me.

“I will spend the rest of my life atoning for what I put you through...” He kissed my neck and I trembled.

“It wasn’t a sin.” I said laughing at how serious he sounded. “ It was you being true to yourself . i appreciate that.”

“But I hurt you. I hurt my mate. As a wolf that is unforgivable.”

“Well , then you’re lucky that I’m not a wolf, aren’t you? Because I’ve already forgiven you.”

He tugged me around gently till I was on my back, before climbing on top of me.

“Can I kiss you?” He brushed the hair off my face.

“I don’t know. Can you?” I grinned at him.

He growled.

“brat.”

He pressed his lips against mine, a soft and gentle touch that lasted for just a few seconds before he drew back.

And then he leaned in again, this time , lips parting, soft and wet as it closed over mine, tongue sweeping across the seam of my lips, begging entrance. I relaxed into the pillows , letting him take the lead.

Taehyung kissed like he did everything else, firm and hard but somehow careful and gentle.

The soft press of his fingers on my chin as he tilted my face for better access, the way his tongue licked into my mouth in soft kittenish licks, the way his teeth nibbled on the plushness of my lip, only for his tongue to lick and sooth the sting right after....

His kisses tasted like scotch and honey, like spring water in the middle of summer , cool and refreshing nd reaching so far inside me that I ached for it. He was strong and warm against me, his hair felt like spun silk beneath my fingers . i traced the contours of his face , the sharp edge of his jawline, the softness of his perfect brows and the sharpness of his collarbones.

My mind was reeling by the time he pulled away.

“Can I fuck you ?” He asked softly and I jolted at the filthy words in that deep earnest tone.

“I don’t know Can yo-?”

He didn’t let me finish. Groaning as he sat up, gripping the hem of his t shirt and peeling it off. I watched as he shimmied out of jungkook’s sweatpants ,before straddling me again.

“Take that t shirt off for me.” He smiled and I quickly shrugged it off.

“Mmm.... beautiful. I love your breasts....such pretty pink nipples.” He said casually and i choked a bit when he reached down, thumbing at the hard nubs till they pebbled up under his touch.

I threw my head back as he bent over, peppering kisses all over my jaw before moving down to lick my nipple, lips closing over the nub for one second before nipping at them with his teeth. I felt the hardness of his erection against the softness of my stomach as he grabbed my panties, tugging them off me.

“I like it rough.” I whispered into his ear and he growled, reaching forward and grabbed the hair at the back of my head, yanking me away from his face.

“Then let me fuck your face.” He said casually, scooting forward and pressing his cock right up against my lips. I took the hard length of him into my mouth. He tasted tangy and familiar , from the texture of his skin like silk on steel , to the way slight saltiness of his precum on my tongue. I loved the way his fingers gripped my hair, just a little too tight for comfort and a little short of violent.

I moaned in disappointment when he pulled out a little, but only to place himself properly , one hand gripping the head board for support. Bracing himself against the headboard, Taehyung threaded one hand through my hair, gripping carefully till heat seeped through my entire body at the sting of it, and then he began thrusting into my mouth gently, pushing past my teeth and deeper into my mouth. I inhaled each time he pulled out, trying to tamp down my gag reflex, as i took the entire hot, wet length of him inside my mouth.

He picked up the pace, letting go of the head board in favor of gripping my hair in both hands, holding me in place as he fucked into my mouth till my eyes watered.

I felt myself dripping wet with arousal and I tapped his thighs. He pulled back to stare at me.

“You alright?”

“Fuck me.” I choked out, throat fucked raw and voice breaking. “Need you inside me now-”

He didn’t wait for me to elaborate, grabbing my waist and turning me over at once.

“Hands and knees., grab the headboard.” He growled and I scampered to obey.

“Good girl, Now just hold on let me make you feel good, yeah, baby?”

I felt a soft, wet kiss right on my spine, before fingers gripped my hair again , tugging me back just as he slid right into me.

The shock of it made me stop breathing, his cock so thick and hard it felt like I’d been split open.

“How does that feel baby? ...” He whispered, bending over and kissing my neck. “ Am i making you feel good” I fought to get words out and then groaned when he slid back in , a little rougher and a little faster.

He stopped again, pulling out and hitting my thigh, the sharp sting making me yelp.

“Roll over, sweetheart.” He whispered and I blinked groggily, rolling over to stare at him. He grabbed a spare pillow, folding it in half before pushing it under my hips.

i blinked in confusion as he loomed over me again, this time grabbing my leg and throwing it over his shoulder. before pushing back in. deeper this time, the tip of his cock hitting so deep that I felt a sting of pain that made me wince.

He caught the look on my face and smiled, apologetic.

“Sometimes, too big isn’t too good. You’re a little small for me, I’m hitting your cervix. Let me fix that.” He fixed the pillow again and this time when he pushed in , it was pure pleasure, his cock brushing my g spot with ease and making me clench around him like a vice. He moved to his knees, still inside me and I groaned in protest when his weight lifted off me.

“Wanna see you cum, angel..” He whispered, using his thumb to press and slide over my clit in smooth, little strokes . I could feel my wetness leaking all over the place and I felt my throat go dry when he scooped up the dampness, before tracing the slick wetness all over my nipples and bending low and licking it all off.

“Taste so sweet, my baby...” He whispered, “ Wanna try?”

I barely registered what he said, eyes fluttering shut and I yelped when he lightly flicked my lips.

“Open your mouth..you should taste how good you are...” He grinned wickedly.

Before i could reply he was already slipping two fingers between my legs, collecting more of the heady slickness. I moaned as he slipped the fingers into my mouth, smearing it all over my tongue , the spicy sweetness foreign and yet arousing against my tongue. I felt my eyes widen as the taste filled my tongue, making me clench harder around him.

“Tell me you taste good...” He pulled back and rammed again inside me , is fingers moving back to my hair and gripping tight.

“I.. i taste good..” I stuttered.

He grinned in appreciation and held my hips, swiftly flipping us over till I was on top, his cock slipping out of me because of how wet and messy i was. I struggled to pace myself and yelped when he casually grabbed my hips, lifting me up and bringing me down till I took the entire hard length of him inside.

“Wait...stop.” He said suddenly and I froze. And then he was sitting up and turning me around making me kneel, facing away from him and i finally noticed the large dresser mirror, right across from the bed.

I met his gaze through the reflection, swallowing.

“When I watched you put on make up today, the way you stared at me through the mirror and put me in my place.... I was thinking I should do this.... .stare at you through a mirror someday and put you in your place. Didn’t think it would be so soon, baby.”

I panted as he moved behind me, using his hands to lightly part my thighs. And the he was pushing closer, sliding into me and I gasped, gripping him tighter as he used one hand to fondle my breast while the other wrapped tight around my hip, bracing me for his thrusts.

It lasted less than two minutes. I came unraveled, my mind exploding in glorious white hot pleasure and his warmth washed inside me, filling me and dripping down my thighs till i fell back against him, boneless and spent .I fell forward on to mattress, my limb jelly and he groaned, draping himself over me.

“Hope that was sufficiently rough and filthy for you, my dear.” He whispered.

I could barely think, let alone string words together so i stayed quiet, letting him pull me closer and hold me tight.

i shifted as he moved to settle his head on my breasts, his arms and legs draping over me while his breath fanned hot and cold against my sweat slicked skin.

His phone buzzed right next my head and he frowned.

And then he laughed, turning to show me the screen

From Jeon Jungkook :

I’m in the next room hyung!! Fucking stop. !!!

I grinned despite myself.

Good Lord.

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Guess this isn’t ending in ten chapters fml.

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What Goes Up, Must Come Down (IkeVamp)

a/n: In which MC continues her reign of mildly infuriating terror upon the Greatest Men in History. No one is safe. A continuation of “Piano Heist” and “Sorry, Not Sorry”. Happy reading <3

[Main Characters]: MC, Mozart, Dazai (with minor appearances of everyone else)

[Series]: MC Pranks the Ikeboys

[Genre]: Comedy, slight (?) crack

~*~

On her way to the last task of the day, MC passed by Mozart’s piano room, where she could hear him experimenting with different melodies. She stopped to enjoy the music, leaning closer to the door with each second. She closed her eyes, and her mind wandered to the time when her fingers danced across those keys freely. She leaned forward against the door, except her head did not land on a door. It landed on something much... softer and fleshier.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

MC instantly recoiled her head back, meeting Mozart’s glare.

“Nothing! I was just on my way to clean the—”

“I never did punish you for your little theft, did I?” He narrowed his eyes.

“Uhhh… what theft?” She feigned ignorance.

“Don’t play dumb with me,” Mozart scowled.

He narrowed his eyes down on her, elevating his intimidation threefold. If looks could kill, she’d have lasers shooting through her skull right now.

“Ok, Ok, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I just wanted to play on the piano once!”

“That’s no excuse for damaging my prized piano.”

MC closed her eyes, shielding herself with defensive hands.

“The scratch was taken care of, wasn’t it?! No harm, no foul…?”

She lowered her hands slightly and peeked one eye at him. He continued to glare at her for another minute. Then he sighed tiredly and stepped away, allowing her some breathing room. He turned to face his neglected piano inside the room.

“I heard you playing in Arthur’s room. At the time, I couldn’t confirm if it really was you or not.”

“And… what did you think?” She treaded carefully into this conversation.

His murderous intent had somehow subdued. Silence settled between them while his eyes seemed to stare off beyond the piano.

Suddenly, he turned back to her with a huff, fixing his icy lavender gaze on her once more.

“Surely nothing that could compare to my music,” he scoffed.

He was about to turn away and shut the door behind him, but MC called out to him.

“Wait! Herr Mozart!”

She grabbed him by the shoulder, to which he clutched and twisted her arm off of him.

“Don’t touch me,” he seethed. She nursed her assaulted wrist and took a deep breath.

“Listen, I’m really sorry about what I did. To be honest, I’ve always loved the piano, and so when I saw yours, I couldn’t help it.”

“You… couldn’t help dragging it across the hallway and wasting all of our time?”

“…That was more of a heat-of-the-moment kind of plan,” she laughed sheepishly.

She took a deep breath and started again, “If I may be so bold, can I… ask you to teach me to play the piano... the way you do?”

The hallway fell silent again. A silence so heavy, it felt like it lasted an eternity.

“Can you sight read?”

“Yes.”

“Know your scales?”

“Yes.”

He narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

MC spoke with a renewed confidence, “I can prove it if you’ll let me.”

She tipped her head in the direction of Mozart’s prized possession. He shook his head, already walking back inside, but his gaze remained fixated.

“Meet me here tomorrow after breakfast. Be late and the deal is off. You’ve been warned. I don’t take kindly to tardiness.”

He turned on his heel, punctuating his declaration with a door slam.

...

...Did that really just happen?

‘I don’t know if I should feel honored or threatened? ...or BOTH??’

After a few seconds, the sound of the piano returned at full force, breaking MC out of her reverie. Whatever she was feeling was replaced with a sense of pride in getting herself out of his anger’s reach. Her worries slowly melted into excitement for tomorrow.

Feeling absolutely giddy, she almost forgot her last task of the day. ‘Dining room!’ She picked up her cleaning supplies and made her way to the kitchen, where a row of windows were waiting.

Just as she was done wiping the last one, a hand popped up on the windowsill, followed by another. MC jumped from the suddenness of it, taking a step back as she anticipated the intruder’s next moves. She replaced the towel in her hand with the sturdy mop as her weapon of retaliation. Holding the back end to the window, she prepared herself to attack.

“Oh, hello, Toshiko-san! The weather is lovely today,” he greeted cordially.

Eh?

“Dazai?!”

With a huff, he gracefully hoisted himself up and into the dining room.

“Thank you for opening the window for me, it can be such a troublesome thing sometimes,” he shot her a serene smile, one that she couldn’t trust whatsoever.

“You scared the crap out of me! Why did you just climb through the window??”

“Hmmm… Simply put, it’s fun!” He stated with his unwavering smile.

“W-well, don’t do that. I won’t hesitate to fight you, next time.”

“Ah~ Yoshie-san. You’re so cute when you’re commanding. And what if I do it again, hm?” He challenged with a carefree smile.

Before she could respond, he walked away with a casual wave behind him, like he didn’t just crawl through the window and scare the soup out of her.

After he turned the corner, MC stared long and hard at the window. Her gaze shifted between the windowsill where Dazai’s hands were once perched, and the archway to the kitchen, where a stick of butter on the counter caught her attention.

“I guess I just have to show you then...” she mumbled with a wicked cheshire grin etched on her face.

~*~

MC washed her hands of the evidence of her latest scheme, whistling a cheerful tune as one does after applying copious amounts of slippery butter a set of dining room windows.

She was tidying up the kitchen when Sebastian walked in, ready to make dinner preparations.

“You’re here early, excellent! You’ve been doing well to keep up lately.”

“Why, thank you. I learned from the best,” she mused with a wink.

“Everyone is coming to tonight’s dinner, so we better get started right away.”

Oh, perfect.

And so MC busied herself with dinner preparations, anticipating Dazai’s next unsuspecting climb.

Le Comte de Saint-Germain was happy to see the dining room full of his dear residents. Even Jean was dragged behind Napoleon, who had insisted on the former soldier’s attendance. Le Comte wondered if there was any special occasion that gathered them all, and he voiced his question to his old friend. The polymath shrugged, letting out a puff of smoke from his cigarillo.

Chatter was scattered in the room, Isaac and Napoleon were conversing with Jean. Mozart sat next to Jean with arms crossed, tapping a rhythm with his fingers. Arthur and Theo were bickering about their latest bet with Vincent appointed the mediator of their quarrel.

Le Comte looked on fondly at his residents before his eyebrows knit together in concern. He glanced at his pocket watch while MC and Sebastian made their rounds to serve everyone.

“Where’s Dazai?” Asked a concerned Momte.

Everyone glanced at the window of the dining hall, waiting for his entrance.

“Do you guys smell… butter?” Isaac asked, face scrunched up and confused.

As if on cue, long slender fingers appeared from the darkness onto the windowsill, but they failed to maintain a firm grip.

“He’s not gunna make it!”

Try as he might, the window fought back.

Dazai’s life flashed before his eyes as time seemed to slow down.

Is it my time, already? Betrayed by my own window-chan.

Well played... Toshiko-san.

[Bonus scene]

Back in the dining room, Vincent and Theo, who were nearest to the window, stood and peered over the edge to search for the eccentric novelist through the darkness.

MC had to excuse herself to avoid laughing out loud in front of them all.

“Not so fast, MC,” Sebastian blocked her escape.

A thousand flicks were her punishment that evening, on top of a lecture about harming the esteemed residents of the mansion.

“But he’s a vampire! He’ll be fine~.”

Try as he might, Comte could not bring himself to punish MC.

Arthur had his head thrown back in laugther, enjoying the unexpectedly eventful dinner. Once his laughter died down, he wiped the tears from his eyes, trying to catch his breath.

He glanced Isaac, who looked far from pleased, “Hey, Newt, do you reckon Dazai’s fall carried enough force to leave a hole where he landed?”

“Is this really the time to inquire about a hole in the ground when Dazai MIGHT HAVE JUST DIED- well, maybe not died,” Isaac’s hand latched onto a lock of his hair twirling it as he continued, “based on the height of the fall and his weight, the gravitational force may not end up large enough to cause fatal damage, but he could still end up with a concussion or what if he landed on a sharp end—that is, unless—"

Frantic rustling leaves could be heard from the garden below.

“He’s fine! I spotted his head pop out of the bushes,” Vincent announced, and Theo tsked in disappointment.

“Oh, or… that is also… a possibility.”

“DAZAI-SENSEI, ARE YOU OK?” Sebastian rushed to the window next to Vincent, having finished lecturing MC. Dazai’s head was spinning, but he didn’t seem bothered by the fall at all.

“I’M FINE, I’M—”

...and he fainted.

Everyone turned to MC, who was laughing despite the earlier scolding and the bright red mark on her forehead.

She simply shrugged, “I said I wouldn’t hesitate.”

#no one is safe #vampiric strength may come in handy in battle #but not when it comes to mildly infuriating terror #that is #if falling out of a window on the second floor #may be considered mildly infuriating #ehhhh it's just a scratch #or twenty #alby one-shots #MC pranks #chaotic mc is best mc #challenge mc and face the consequences #ikemen vampire #ikevamp fanfic #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp mc #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp crack

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Bloom smiled as a butler offered her a crystal glass filled with, what she assumed was, very expensive champagne. She nodded gratefully as she took a sip, and then promptly had to physically stop herself from spitting it right back out. Either the champagne wasn’t as good as she expected or officials of Isis simply decided to serve something from the supermarket, while hoping that no one would notice. Then again, Bloom mused, it might just be that my taste buds are so used to the $10 wine so everything fancier just tastes like crap.

She shook her head and crossed her arms underneath the bustier of her skintone, off the shoulder gown with baby blue flowers scattered across the top and sporadically across the skirt as well. The nude color made her appear more tan than she actually was and while the dress was indeed very beautiful, it was just as uncomfortable. Bloom winced as shifting weight from one stiletto clad foot to another sent white hot signal of pain when one of the wires supporting her bustier stabbed her in the ribs. She bit the inside of her cheek to in order to stop herself from simply burning the fabric.

A cheerful laugh of her best friend snapped her out of her trance. Stella emerged from the mass of bodies on the dancefloor, her asymmetrical off shoulder gown highlighting every curve on her body perfectly. Long purple sleeve blended with yellow in a way Bloom didn’t even deem possible considering how different two colors are. Her other arm, that was completely sleeveless, sported some golden jewelry and floor length gown swept the floor elegantly with Stella’s every step. She was holding the same glass, filled with same champagne as Bloom, with her well manicured fingers. As soon as Stella was within arm’s reach, she grabbed Bloom’s elbow and leaned close to her, smile completely disappeared from her face.

“This stuff is absolutely disgusting.” Stella spoke through gritted teeth.

“Oh really?” Bloom asked as smirk slowly rose on her lips. “And here I thought you preferred this,” she lifted a fancy glass into the air, “over my cheap wine.”

“Anything is better than this, for the lack of a better word, crap.” Stella scoffed. “This would’ve never happened on Solaria.” She tilted the glass once again to take a sip in hope it somehow started tasting better but ended up disappointed. Bloom almost laughed at Stella’s expression. “But then again, should I have expected anything more from a planet Diaspro came from?”

Bloom almost winced at the mention of a woman that had the ability to mess up her relationship with Sky like no other. The latest stunt she pulled, thanks to Valtor, only made Bloom more angry at everybody that turned a blind eye to her actions simply because she is a princess. It was only then that the thought occurred to her, that Diaspro might be here and that she might ruin their mission. She glanced nervously around the hall, panicking more the longer she couldn’t find her.

Stella, recognizing Bloom’s ‘two breaths away from having a panic attack' look on her face, was quick to put a calming hand on her shoulder. Bloom recoiled slightly but Stella gripped the flesh lightly in order to ground her. She leaned closer to whisper in Bloom’s ear. “Relax, she’s not here. Apparently her parents don’t allow her to go to events where his highness, prince Sky of Eraklyon, might be present.”

Sarcasm was obvious in Stella’s voice but it served the purpose of calming Bloom to the point where she actually start thinking lucidly again.

Bloom took a deep breath as her shoulders slouched slightly forward. “Thank you.” She whispered to Stella. Then, the actual sentences Stella was saying caught up to her and her eyebrows touched her hairline in obvious amusement. “Still angry at Sky I see?”

Stella snorted and wrinkled her nose at the mention of Sky’s name. “If you were smarter, you’d be angry too.”

“Hey!” Bloom yelped angrily but settled down quickly as she looked away. “I am angry at him.”

“Apparently not enough.” Stella gripped the glass so hard her knuckles turned white. “I mean, what’s up with him suddenly becoming a poster boy and actually listening to what his daddy says?”

“Well, technically, Sky’s meeting with Diaspro or her parents might cause interplanetary scandal between Eraklyon and Isis.” Bloom spoke in Techna's voice.

Stella’s lip twitched. “Still, interplanetary scandal or a potential threat of one never actually stopped him from going against orders before. So my question still remains.”

“Any sign of Valtor?” Bloom asked, hoping to divert the route of conversation.

“I just spoke to Techna. He hasn’t been detected and Amplificarum is still safely locked in the vault.”

“He’ll show up eventually.” Bloom nodded absentmindedly. “He always does.”

“See this, this right here,” Stella pointed to the marble floor and Bloom lowered her gaze to the direction her finger was indicating but furrowed her brows when she found nothing. “This is why Sky should be here.” Bloom’s lips shaped into a thin line whe she realized what she was talking about as Stella continued to rant. “Isn’t he concerned that Valtor might attack and something might happen to you?”

Bloom gasped. “I’m not some… damsel in distress that needs saving Stella!” She scoffed. “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.

“C’mon Bloom, don’t give me that.”

“Well what do you want me to say Stell? That I’m angry? Disappointed? Fine. I’m disappointed that Sky chose to follow the order from his father when I wanted him to come with me. He most certainly could've found another solution but he did nothing. Instead he left me to face, potentially Diaspro and Valtor alone. There! Was that enough? Are you happy now?” Bloom’s cheeks were red by the time she finished her rant as her chest continued rising up and down in order to return much needed oxygen into her lungs, her exhaustion more due to stress than the actual rant.

Stella smiled and patted Bloom on the shoulder. “There you go. Now was that so hard to say?”

“What?”

“Nevermind that, anyway, be sure to tell him that next time, ok?”

Bloom rolled her eyes but a smile threatened to spread on her face. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Mhm, that’s why you love me so much.” Stella spoke with an obvious pride evident in her voice.

“Yeah, let’s just say you’re lucky I do.” Bloom shook her head and grabbed Stella’s elbow as she spotted a familiar short brown hair emerging from the crowd. “There’s Brandon.” She turned to Stella and pointed to where she saw him. “Go bother him for a while.”

Stella pouted and stuck her tongue out playfully at Bloom but strutted off towards her boyfriend, leaving Bloom alone.

With Stella gone, all of Bloom’s physical discomfort came rushing back and hitting her like a rogue train. Her feet ached, her head started hurting from the tight updo and she was pretty sure the wire that poked her in the ribs has punctured her skin. She felt the tender area with her opposite hand as much as she dared and exhaled short puff of air when she found nothing. She wanted to sit down or maybe even lay down and then not move for a few days.

She shook her head and took a sip of her disgusting drink in order to wake herself up. She looked around the dancefloor, automatically finding Stella and Brandon as they swayed to the rhythm. Techna and Timmy were huddled in the corner probably discussing something about technology. Musa and Riven were also in the corner, be it on the opposite side from Techna, which greatly surprised Bloom because Musa was more often than not first on the dancefloor alongside Layla (though club suited them more, but the two always found a way to fit in anywhere), but right now dancefloor seemed like the last place Musa wanted to be. Instead, fairy of music was busy glaring daggers at her boyfriend that seemed to pay little to no attention to them.

Bloom rolled her eyes at the two of them (not that her and Sky were any better) and focused on finding Layla that also, surprisingly, decided to go solo on this mission. She found her talking to some Isis official that she probably knew due to her status. With Layla’s position in mind, bloom turned to finding the last couple but Flora and Helia were nowhere to be found so Bloom assumed they were probably taking a stroll in the garden.

With those in mind, Bloom once again diverted her eyes from the dancefloor and looked at the champagne bubbling in her glass as her thoughts ran over the information she remembered about Amplificarum.

Apparently, the green stone, by physical appearance almost indistinguishable from emerald, had the power to magnify any spells or beams aimed at something. Or someone, Bloom thought. It was most commonly used for protection spells and it generally wasn’t meant for offensive spellwork. Bloom somehow had doubts Valtor will use it for protection spells. The sheer thought of chaos that could potentially happen if such artifact ever fell into Valtor’s, or anyone’s wrong hands, made Bloom shudder all over and grip her champagne glass bit tighter. That can never be allowed to happen. It’s why you’re here. There’s no way he will be able to slip in and out undetected with eleven pairs of eyes looking for him.

Bloom couldn’t deny that Valtor is the most powerful, and quite frankly the most cunning, villain they ever had the pleasure of meeting. What irked her to the point of madness, however, was the fact that Valtor always seemed to be one step ahead of them.

The battles are like chess game. Daphne’s voice sounded in her head. In order to defeat your opponent you have to figure out their strategy. You have to master the art of reading their moves and find a way to turn the odds in your favor.

It was not hard to guess who played certain roles in this game though. She was an amateur, an amateur that was loosing valuable chess pieces battle after battle whereas Valtor was a professional that suffered minor losses here and there but still had the most prized figurines in the game. It didn’t take a professional chess player to see that the odds were most definitely not in Bloom’s favor.

He’ll slip sooner or later. Bloom thought with a smile. Even Valtor can make a mistake. And it takes only a second, a slip of concentration, a lapse in judgment and the board will tilt in our direction. Even an amateur can get lucky and stometimes, the pawn can be the most powerful piece capable of settling the final score, so don’t sell yourself short.

Bloom was so distracted by her mental pep talk that she failed to notice one of the guests approach.

“This stuff they’re serving us,” Bloom jumped as a deep melodic voice rang out next to her. “it’s not something I expected from Isis royal court.”

The stranger came to stand almost arm to arm with her, but she also noticed she was almost two heads shorter than him.

“In a good, or a bad way?” Bloom asked with a frown. The stranger has short brown hair styled to a perfection, not even a hair out of place. From what she could see from the side without being too obvious, she noticed he had perfectly straight nose and an overall boyish appearance.

The stranger lifted one of his eyebrows curiously. “Have you tried that?” He pointed to her glass.

“Yes.”

“And how does it taste?”

“Like a hair conditioner.”

He nodded approvingly. “Interesting comparison. Not inaccurate though. Well Miss, I think you just answered your own question.”

Despite all odds, Bloom found herself smiling at stranger’s antics and clever quips. “I am sorry but I don’t think I got your name.”

“That’s because I didn’t give it to you.”

Okay, rude.

“Well,” she forced out, “would you be so kind to give me your name then?” Bloom really hoped her smile was more convincing than her words.

“There’s no need, Bloom. You already know my name.” Bloom’s smile vanished as the man finally turned to face her, the unique icy colored eyes she only saw on one particular individual looking straight into her wider-than-dinnerplates blue ones. She felt a bead of sweat roll down the thin column of her neck and disappear into her cleavage.

Bloom gulped.

Valtor smirked.

“You!” was the only thing that came out of her mouth.

He shook his head, his eyebrows set in a frown as he let out a disappointed huff. “That is not my name princess. You might wish to try again.”

“What are you doing here, Valtor?” Bloom managed through gritted teeth.

“Oh so you do remember.” Valtor smirked like the cat who got all the cream. “Good. Otherwise I would have to remind you and I really don’t want to spoil anyone’s evening.”

“As if you need me, or anyone, for that!” Bloom whisper-yelled as her eyes darted desperately across the room, trying to locate her team.

“Now now,” Valtor cooed, “it is not polite to look away from the person you’re having a conversation with, Bloom. Someone should’ve taught you proper manners.”

Bloom gasped as she felt the dragon fire raging in her chest, the effect much more intense than she’s ever experienced before. She swayed slightly on her feet and she raised her unoccupied arm to clutch lightly at her chest. The world was spinning in front of her eyes and just as she feared she might topple over, one of Valtor’s large hands grasped her bicep and the forest fire that burned in her turned into smoldering ashes.

Bloom leaned slightly on her side, Valtor’s arm acting like an anchor as she fought to regain her breath.

“What,” she rasped out, her voice hoarse like she just inhaled smoke, “was that?”

“Just a reminder that you should not antagonize me.” Valtor’s voice was cold and sharp and it made her swallow down a snarky response.

“Is that how you snuck past Techna and me?” The pain was gone but her legs still felt wobbly and she was forced to hold onto Valtor in order to remain standing. “A cloaking spell?”

“If the shoe fits…” he trailed off as Bloom stood up to her full height but despite the heels she wore, Valtor noted with a slight amusement, only managed to reach his shoulders. The glare princess of Domino sent him would make a lesser man run to his mom but it only made Valtor grin. Bloom ripped her arm from his grasp and he had to bite his lip to stifle a chuckle that threatened to escape as Bloom stumbled slightly when he willingly let her go.

Bloom mumbled something that even his heighten senses couldn’t pick up. “I apologize darling, I didn’t quite catch that. Would you mind repeating it?”

“I said that if you turn around and bend over, I’ll show you where my shoe fits.”

Valtor was in stupor for a minute, but then a surprised chuckle broke through his lips and his shoulders started shaking from the laughter he tried, and was slowly failing at, keeping contained. “Oh, and she bites.”

Valtor continued laughing sporadically, stopping for a few moments only to start up again. The lines around his eyes crinkled and Bloom found herself fascinated by how melodic and pleasant his laugh sounded. The thought only lasted for a few seconds before Bloom stomped on it with a part of her brain that was still capable of making rational thoughts. Get it together, Bloom.

“If you’re quite done,” Bloom spoke, her cheeks red from rather unorthodox behavior she exhibited few minutes ago, “how about you tell me what are you doing here, finally?”

“I think you know why I’m here.”

“Forget it, you’re not getting it!” She turned to face him fully, her eyes boring a hole into the side of his head.

Valtor lifted his eyebrows as if to say ‘Really?’, mockery clear in his eyes. “Are you going to stop me?”

Bloom nodded. “I am.”

Valtor shook his head, smile on his face, amused by her confident tone. She thinks she’s a match for me. Silly girl. He was just about to tell her as much when the music that played as more of a background noise, suddenly became louder, loud to the point it drowned out all the chatter in the room.

Bloom almost jumped out of her skin when the orchestra started playing, loudly. She flinched, however, when she once again felt Valtor’s huge hand on her body. This time his palm was not in a direct contact with her skin but the unusual placement of the said appendage caused her to panic. His hand landed on the small of her back and it was quite persistently pushing her forward, straight onto the dancefloor between other couples.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She hissed through clenched teeth, sparks flaring at her fingertips, beginnings of an offensive spell already forming on her vocal cords.

“We are dancing.” His calm voice only made her more angry and she started struggling against the force pushing her forward.

“I don’t want to dance. Let me go.”

He stopped just short of the line separating area designed for dancing and bowed down theatrically while offering his hand to her. “May I have this dance, Miss?”

Few people closest to them turned around at the sound of his voice and Bloom had to bite her tongue to resist the urge to claw his eyes out. “No, you can’t!” She huffed out quietly instead, her neck and cheeks turning red from anger. “I told you, I don’t want to dance and I most certainly do not want to dance with the likes of you!"

“You wound me princess, truly. I don’t bite… not unless you want me to, of course.”

Bloom’s nostrils flared and flames began to dance in her eyes. What insolence.

“Let’s make a deal, princess of Domino.” He interrupted her just as smoke was about to start coming out of her ears. “You let me have this dance, and I’ll tell you everything you wish to know and I promise to tell the truth.”

“Why should I trust you?” She raised her eyebrows but it was obvious she was interested.

“You shouldn’t.” He tilted his head to the side as smile stretched across his lips. “But that never stopped you before.”

Sea blue met the arctic ice. A spark erupted and the coldness of his gaze melted away. “I give you my word.” His hand was still hovering in the air, his palm opened in invitation as he tilted his head in the direction of the dancefloor.

Bloom weighed her options. For as far as she knew, this could be another one of Valtor’s tricks to gain the information from her instead of vice versa. But the burning questions only he had the answers to kept pressing on the part of her brain that was telling her how much of a madness this was. Bloom sighed. Her hand rose hesitantly and slowly took hold of Valtor’s.

“One dance. That’s all you get.”

“That’s all I’ll need.”

He gripped Bloom’s fingers bit tighter as he lead her into the classic pose with his unoccupied hand placed on her lower back, lower than socially accepted when dancing with someone you do not know, but still in the safe zone that didn’t ask for Bloom to knee him in the balls. His other hand loosened around her fingers and now gently supported her palm. Instead of placing her other arm on Valtor’s shoulder, Bloom gripped one side of her skirt so she could move freely and to minimize contact. He looked down , searching her face, but Bloom turned her head in the opposite direction.

Valtor was never the one to blatantly display his emotions but Bloom’s refusal to look him in the eyes was one thing that almost made him boil. He didn’t know why the daughter of those that defeated him had such effect on him and he didn’t like it. He hated not knowing what was running through her head, especially in the place where he was in an obvious disadvantage concerning numbers of the two opposing teams. During his careful observation, he counted eleven of them, and there was only one of him. Not like any of them actually pose any threat, he mused. The only one that is able to even remotely challenge me is the one I’m dancing with and from this proximity she can be easily taken care of. He studied her posture, how her eyes avoided his at all cost, how her back stood stiff like someone stuck a pole to her spine, how tightly she gripped her skirt as he moved with her elegantly. It was obvious she was not enjoying this. Well then, let’s make you even more uncomfortable.

Without warning, Valtor pulled Bloom closer to his body, upper body completely pressed against hers, one of his legs between both of hers as her head snapped up to look at his cheeky smile. Fire was blazing in her eyes but Valtor didn’t care. He thrived on her reactions. Bloom squeezed the hand that was holding hers in warning but Valtor only gripped the flesh of her hip in response. Devils were dancing in his eyes but to Bloom they looked alive for the first time. Gone was the icy look capable of making even the best trained soldier hesitate before rushing into the battle against him.

He’s genuinely amused by this. She thought. If only be wasn’t having fun at my expense, I might’ve let it slide. Valtor twirled her around other dancing couples, his graceful steps never flattering, and it occurred to Bloom for the first time that she actually didn’t step on his toes even once.

“How are you doing this?” She asked him as he swung her away from himself, only to bring her in again, her back to his front, both of his hands gripping her hips. In her peripheral vision, she saw him rise his eyebrow. “I’ve never been good at dancing.”

Valtor smirked. “Perhaps you’ve never had a good enough partner.”

Judging by the tone of his voice, he was mocking Sky openly so Bloom miscalculated and stepped with the heel of her foot onto his polished shoe. She heard him grunt as, what she assumed was a curse, left his mouth. She smiled. If you play with fire, you’re gonna get burned.

“What happened to my parents?” Her next question made him quirk an eyebrow and she saw his eyes widen for a second before he regained his bearings.

“What did Faragonda tell you?” He answered her questions with one of his own and that made her irrationally angry for some reason.

“I asked you first.” She bit her tongue before insults started spewing out of her mouth. She realized long ago that snarky comments only made him more angry so she wasn’t willing to risk her one chance. “Answer me.”

“Do you think you are in position to demand anything, heiress of the lost kingdom?” Anger was starting to creep up in his voice as he dipped her low and snapped her back up harsher than necessary.

Bloom gasped as she suddenly found herself in an almost horizontal position. “You promised.”

Valtor assumed their previous position, except this time he lowered his head so his breath would graze her neck when he spoke. He sighed and goosebumps rose on Bloom’s skin as his hot breath washed over her collarbones and sternum.

“The truth is, I do not know what happened to your parents. I was imprisoned before the final battle. As far as I’m aware, ancient witches were the last to see them.”

Bloom swallowed. “That’s not Faragonda’s version.”

Valtor laughed, though his laugh was somehow bitter. “And you, as a good fairy, believe everything that your headmistress says don’t you?”

“And who am I supposed to trust? You?”

“Have you ever wondered why,” he repositioned her hand slightly as he side stepped to avoid the couple that was directly on a collision course with them. The sudden movement made the lock of Bloom’s hair wiggle out of her bun. “your headmistress send bunch of barely legal girls to suicide missions against the powerful enemies such as myself?”

“Because she trusts us?”

“Because she has an underlying motive.” He continued when Bloom scoffed. “Think about it. Can you honestly tell me your headmistress provides you with all the available information before she sends you off into battles?”

His question made her think of all the times Faragonda withheld the valuable information because she deemed it necessary and she bit her lip as realization hit her. “That doesn’t make her evil.”

“I never said it made her evil.” Smirk once again climbed on her face. “She’s cunning alright, but not cunning enough to be considered evil.”

“What’s her underlying motive according to your expertise?”

He shrugged carelessly. “Everybody needs someone to do their dirty work.”

“Like you have Trix?” Bloom raised her eyebrows in question.

“Don’t remind me.” He groaned. “Those three are as incompetent as they get.”

They danced in surprisingly comfortable silence for a few seconds, Valtor’s capable hands leading them. “You never answered my question.” Bloom said.

“What question?”

“How are you doing this?” She tilted her head slightly to their intertwined hands.

The edge of Valtor’s lips turned upwards. “You know how I’m doing it.”

Bloom frowned in confusion. “No, I actually really don’t.”

“Yes you do.” She was about to open her mouth to protest and to ask him what the hell he’s playing at, but he was faster than her. “You just have to let yourself feel it.”

Bloom’s shoulders tensed as the feeling of her native fire burning spread across her whole body. Okay, this is new.

“Pretty impressive, don’t you think?”

Bloom locked eyes with Valtor as he bent slightly in the knees, his hands gripped her hips tightly and her hands automatically came to rest on his broad shoulders, as he lifted her up and then, with care she didn’t know he was capable of, lowered her back to the ground. There was something hypnotic about his eyes and Bloom found herself unable to look away as she fought to regain her breath once her feet touched the ground again.

Whatever moment they shared was interrupted by a horrendous sound of alarm blaring and all the lights going off at the same time as explosion sounded somewhere above them. Valtor smirked as Bloom recoiled from him as if he burned her. Her hands lit on fire as people started screaming around her and moving away from them.

Valtor could hear Bloom’s friends calling her name as they pushed through the crowd of panicked guests.

“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it!?” Anger was obvious in her eyes and Valtor found himself fascinated as the fiery glow from her hands reflected in her irises. What he would do to have her on his side.

He shook himself out of his stupor as he snapped his fingers, letting his disguise slip off. Short brown hair and boyish look was replaced by long strawberry blond hair and his face morphed back into high cheekbones and sharp jaw. “I would love to continue our conversation,” he raised his arm and shot blindly towards the ceiling, blowing a huge hole into it. “however, I believe that my time has run out.”

Distant flashes lit up and Winx finally emerged from the crowd, sparkly outfits and huge wings on point. Bloom was the only one that remained in her normal attire, her hands showing no sign of burning out anytime soon, as she kept shooting daggers at Valtor with her eyes.

“It’s a shame I wasn’t able to answer more of your questions, Bloom. But I don’t think this is our last meeting.” Valtor grinned, thirty two pearly white teeth on display. “Besides,” he drawled as Icy flew from the direction of the vault Amplificarum was locked in, green gem standing out against the pale skin of her hand. “you know where to find me.”

“Solar energy!” Stella’s arm shot up, spell hurtling straight towards Valtor, but he didn’t even bat an eyelash as his hand rose to absorb the spell.

“Stop in the name of the law!” Armed soldiers and specialists started breaking through, their weapons and swords drawn and ready for a fight.

Valtor’s laugh echoed in the room as he shot off towards the hole in the ceiling, his mouth reciting the spell Bloom was quite familiar with. “Have the taste of your own medicine, princess of Solaria.”

Bloom barely had time to put up a shield as Stella’s own amplified spell was hurled back to them, painting the whole room in white hot glow, forcing everyone to close their eyes so they don’t go blind.

When Bloom finally gathered enough strength to open her eyes, Valtor was nowhere to be seen and people, specialists, guards and her team were slowly climbing back on their feet. Remnants of Stella’s spell still lingered in the air, making the room uncomfortably bright and forcing Bloom to squint.

“He did it again.” Stella spoke next to her and Bloom nodded absentmindedly as Stella continued looking around. “He used a heightened version of my spell… it’s a miracle no one’s been hurt.”

Bloom shook her head. “I don’t think he meant to hurt anyone Stell. He obviously needed a distraction to get away.”

“He doesn’t want unnecessary pain and destruction… you told me that’s what he said to you on Andros.”

Bloom nodded. “I think he managed to fulfill his promise, for once.”

Bloom looked up where Valtor made his exit and couldn’t help but to think that the chessboard once again tilted in his favor.

#sparxshipping #bloom x valtor #bloom x baltor #baltor x bloom #valtor x bloom #bloom #valtor #winx #winx club #winx bloom #winx valtor

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docholligay · 3 years

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Angstember Day 2: Go. But I’m not leaving

I don’t know how many things I’ll do, but doing Angstember leaves me open to do Spooptober! So. We’ll see. Anyway, this follows Love’s Debt and I hope you enjoy? 1200 words

Tangerine Dream

She would be married in a fortnight to a woman she loved desperately. Someone she had met by chance, and if she was being honest, she didn’t even think of it as chance so much as the hand of the divine. A woman who was kind to her, and made her happy, in all the ways she never expected. Someone magical.

A woman who, she had recently discovered, was bound to die.

Her dating life always did have a touch of the Greek to it. The divine comes in all flavors, she supposed.

If she loved again, it would not be a hero, that much she knew, but she had never, for a moment, imagined taking Tracer up on her attempt to leave Emily. The idea of sending her away before life took her away was too weak to bear. Emily was not brave, never thought of herself as such, but in this she was determined to stay by Tracer’s side. However Tracer felt about that.

Even with the soft misty rain of the day, and even with its constant need to be repaired and kept up, Emily thought of their little house as cheerful. Tracer had painted the door a color the company called “tangerine dream,” and Emily had always thought that sounded very romantic. Their cozy tangerine dream, with the tiny turquoise kitchen and the warm cracked fireplace. It made her smile, in spite of everything, not unlike Tracer herself.

But today as she skipped up the stairs and opened the door, the lights were off in the front room. Wwith the greyness of the day, it had a sense of melancholy even before she saw Tracer sitting at the edge of the little couch, head in her hands, jacket still on, barely stirring when Emily entered.

“Lena?”

“Did what you asked,” she took a deep breath, and pushed back her hair, “told Win.”

Emily set down her bag and walked quietly into the living room, settling down next to Tracer and resting her hand on her leg.

“He was cross with you?”

“Yeah, a bit,” she gave a soft chuckle, then sniffled as a tear fell down her cheek, “said ‘e wanted me to leave, turned ‘is back to me, said,” she took a deep breath, “‘e never wanted to see me again.”

She shook her head. “I don’t believe for a moment he said that.”

“Was there, Em,”she snapped, wiping at her face, “pretty sure I ‘eard ‘im say it, so I’ll thank you to--”

“Lena.” she took her hand, “I’m not your enemy, and I know you heard that. But I can’t be more sure he didn’t say it.”

“E did, though,” she sniffled, “e was so angry with me…” She stood up and paced around the room, back and forth as she reasoned, “I didn’t mean to lie. I just kept putting it off--time was never right, I ‘adn’t quite meself…” she tugged back at the edge of her hair and then whirled around, “No! I didn’t lie! It wasn’t a lie, I never lied. I ‘ave a right to meself, and did I ever deny it? No, I didn’t, I just never offered it, so I didn’t lie, not to ‘im, not to anyone.”

“Who are you trying to convince? It can’t be me.”

Tracer stopped at that, and looked out the window at nothing in particular, her breath catching in her throat. Emily looked at her, her lovely little London sparrow fluttering in a panic at the glass, whirring about the living room looking for an escape. She should be angry, she supposed. Winston was right to be. Emily wanted to be, even. But something in her could not find the will to be, had not been able to since she the moment it had stumbled and fallen out of Tracer’s mouth.

She could not be angry, and would not try. She would help her, that was all.

“When are you going to tell the others?”

“What do you mean?”

“Fareeha. Parvati. You know” She gave a soft, conciliatory smile. “I wouldn't blame you for waiting until after the wedding. Have one nice, beautiful day. Not think of it.”

Trace broke into a harsh, mirthless laugh, and turned back toward her, throwing her back against the wall.

“After what’s ‘appened with this? Are you mad? I’m not, you told me I ‘ad to tell Win, so I did, and that’s all, Emily, that’s all I’m bloody going to do, and you can leave me if you want, go, I’ll jog right upstairs and ‘elp you pack--”

“Lena!” Emily recoiled, tears springing her her eyes. “You go, if you want. But I’m not leaving. You throw me out your own self, if you want me gone.”

Tracer swallowed hard and looked at the floor. “I’m so sorry, Em. I don’t mean that. I don’t, that was ugly of me. I’m--” She took a few fast breaths and shook her head, whirling again in a whirlpool of anger and despair, slipping onto the edge of the couch and burying her head in her hands. “Sides, Win’ll tell everyone me business any’ow.”

“He won’t.” Emily shook her head, staring over at Tracer at the far end of the couch, an ocean between them. “How is it you don’t trust him nor me? After all this time? He won’t, because he loves you. You knows how you feel about that, as I do.”

“RIght,” Tracer turned her head to Emily, and nodded, “You understand me, ‘ere. It’s not so--”

“Just because I forgave you, and love you, and know why you did it, doesn't mean I think you’re right. You’re wrong, Lena. You’re terribly wrong.”

Tracer took a deep breath and flopped back on the couch cushions, hand on her chest, and closed her eyes. ‘I won’t tell them, Emily. Not until me ‘and is forced. That’s that.”

“I don’t know how to help you.” It was confession and accusation, all in one. “I don’t know why it is you’re so determined to do this all yourself, or hurt so many people who love you in the process. I know how you are, but I won’t pretend to know why.”

The soft patter of her voice hung in the air, catching on the cracked bit of plaster in the ceiling and wafting with the breeze through the small split in the window casement as silence whistled around it.

“It’s good, brilliant, right,” Lena’s crisp clip joined it, “It’s perfect that Win ‘ates me. It’s better for ‘im. Kindest thing I could’ve done.”

“I think,” Emily stood up and moved across the couch, ending where they had begun, her hand on Tracer’s leg, “He would ask you not to decide that for him.” She reached across Tracer’s shoulders and began to gently slip off her jacket, “Give him tonight. Tomorrow, maybe even, though I doubt he’ll need it. Then, you order some takeaway, and talk with him. Stay the night, if you’d like, I’ll only be here, but you must mend this. He will want to, I promise.”

“You think?”

“I’ve known him almost so long as I have you, haven’t I?” She smiled and drew Tracer close. “I know.”

She would be married in a fortnight to a stubborn, intractable, reactionary sort of woman who smiled and laughed as she kicked things under the rug, never mind who it left a mess for. A sort of magic had linked the two of them, from the first time Emily had seen her smile, heard her bright laugh.

But it was Winston, she realized then, she would always be kin to. She knew.

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fanfiction-inc · 3 years

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Can I get a HC about Ghostface (Danny) helping his "final girl" cheer up after a long day? Like she's having a bad day and doesn't respond well to his call and he sneaks into her home and does something to help her perk up and refocus on him?

Ah, my first Danny request! Thank you, my dear, and I do hope you enjoy!

He had called you for the third time in a row that night.

Propped up outside in your back yard, watching the darkened house sit still.

He knew you were home because your car was there, saw the kitchen light turn on then off.

He knew you were home, but you ignored each call that you usually answered with a sense of sarcasm that only he could love.

You were his final girl, the one who would be here with him till the end.

But you didn't pick up. His worry began to spike.

He tries one more time, hope spiking up in his chest, then it shattered.

"Look, I don't have time for your games tonight. Please just...leave me alone."

Your tone was shaky, a faint sniffle catching his ears before the click of the phone follows.

Oh no, he couldn't be having this, not for a single second.

He's climbing the lattice up to the window he knows is unlocked. He left it unlocked when he was in the house earlier.

Steal a bit of food and drink here.

Check out your horror collection and reading selection there.

Putting his feet up and taking in the space that is you, even when you were out at work.

His steps are quiet, body moving like a shadow in the night as he peaks out of the room into the living room.

There you sat, curled up in yourself with a glass of wine on the coffee table.

He could hear your favorite comfort film in the background, but what he focused on was your puffy eyes and the sniffles that followed. How your form sat slouched yet tight beneath the layers of blankets around your form.

"Doll." He calls, watching how your form flinched then calmed. You've seen him around your yard as you two have talked, but he's never been inside.

At least not to your knowledge.

He holds his hands up as if to show he's unarmed.

Unarmed didn't mean not a threat with Danny, but it was a sign of goodwill in his mind, a gesture to help calm you.

"You're not actin' like yourself." He approached slowly, waiting for a sign that showed it was okay for him to come closer.

He usually was okay with invading people's personal spaces but right now didn't feel right for that. It felt far too off.

"Sorry I can't b-be the caller you banter with. Seems I can't make anyone happy today." That last bit was a mumble of a tone that made his usually cold heart hit just a bit in sympathy.

Could he even feel sympathy? Maybe. Maybe just for you.

His hand touched your shoulder before he sat himself at your side. That white mask with black holes for eyes staring at your form.

How you didn't recoil under his touch but rather curl further in on yourself.

"Hey now, this is nothing like you. You're usually busting my balls about something or another! Where did my spunky girl go?" His gloved fingers move to take your chin in hand, bringing your face to keep contact with his.

The faintest hints of blood and whatever cleaner he used hung in the air around the leather that forced your gaze to him.

"What happened today? Do I need to pay a special visit to someone, give them the ole slice and dice?"

He earns a ever so soft smile from you, even a small and quick huff of a laugh.

This makes a grin form on his lips beneath the mask.

"One minute y-you say you're gonna kill me, then you come in here and say y-you'll murder for me." He watched how you sniffle harder, body relaxing beneath the blankets. "If you must know...Today has just been long. Too long."

He huffed a laugh at this, shoulder brushing your own as he gets more comfortable on the couch, feet kicking up onto the coffee table beside your glass.

"Oh I fuckin' get that one, doll. But what made you get to this point?" He steals the remote, your comfort movie turned off in favor of him finding a new film to turn on.

"Coworkers being hypercritical. Boss wants to yell and yell and yell despite it not bein' my fault." Your sigh earns another chuckle from him.

"Maybe you should quit. Work with me." He gives your arm a nudge, making a laugh come from you, one far more genuine.

"Oh, killin' and chillin' with you? Yeah, I think I'll pass. Not exactly cut from the same cloth, you and I." He slings an arm behind your back, finally settling on a film, something gory in nature but comical no less.

"Ah, dollface, I beg to fucking differ." He smirked beneath the mask, leaning forward just enough to pour a bit more wine in your glass before stealing the bottle for himself.

He lifted his mask up just enough to show his lips, them wrapping around the bottle as he drank.

"You got the instincts, and you're comfortable around someone who has been killin' all over this town sitting beside you and drinking your wine." His tone wasn't distorted or as deep as it had been over the phone. No, he sounded like a normal person talking about a normal topic. Not murder.

Your eye roll makes him shake his head, mask pulled back down and body snuggled quite close against your own.

"What do you think you're doing?" You question with a raised brow.

"Gettin' comfortable and bein' here for you since you won't answer any of my damn calls." He finally lets out. "You need me more than you think."

A moment of pause hangs in the air at his words, then you finally give in, adjusting against his form and letting him hold you as the movie plays out.

Maybe he had a point.

Maybe you did need him.

#dbd ghostface #dbd #dead by daylight #dead by daylight ghostface #danny johnson #lovely anon #thank you anon #anon ask

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notchesandbullets · 4 years

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Misunderstanding (Husband!Jae-ha x Wife!Reader)

"Jae-ha, could you please pass me the roasted duck?"

You were surprised when he flat out ignored you, choosing to drift over towards Yona. Raising an eyebrow, you slid over to where Yoon was watching the whole thing. He looked just as confused as you.

The Happy Hungry Bunch was spread out around an empty field, lounging around while the pretty boy genius cooked up some dinner. Jae-ha went off with Yona and you suppressed a sigh. Lately, he had become more and more distant with you, and it was starting to drive you a little crazy.

You both were young, even though he was older than you. A lot of people said your marriage wasn't going to last, but you didn't care and you thought he didn't either. Now, you were having second thoughts, the insecurities getting the best of you as you watched him flirt with Yona.

You knew that was just his nature, and that it was harmless. Mostly. But it still sent a turmoil of conflicting emotions inside of you, and you were unsure if you should even be feeling this way.

You pushed up off your feet, wiping your dirty hands on a damp cloth. Yoon gazed at you worriedly as you turned away from them, trailing after where Jae-ha and Yona had disappeared.

A giggle floated through the air, enabling you to find them easily. You crossed your arms and leaned against a tree, staring at them with narrowed eyes.

"Excuse me, Yona, may I talk to him for a moment?"

Yona nodded, just about to leave when Jae-ha stopped her.

"Why do you want her to go?" He questioned, mistrust swirling in the depths of his eyes.

Both your and Yona's eyes went wide with shock. He never took this tone with you.

"I would just like to talk to you for a moment in private, Jae-ha." You picked your words carefully. You didn't know why, but he looked ready to explode at any second. You had no idea why he was so angry.

"She can stay here."

Yona let out a squeak as Jae-ha tugged her back to his side, unprepared for the sudden jostle. A beat later, she was freed by none other than the Thunder Beast.

"Keep your hands off of her." He glared, making the threat obvious.

"Then don't touch what's mine!!" Jae-ha snarled.

At this point, you were completely confused and starting to get mad. "Jae-ha, you aren't making any sense."

"No?!?!" He thundered, whipping around to face you. You had never seen him this angry and it was terrifying. "You think I'm making this up!!"

You huffed. "That's not what I said."

"Yeah?! Well it sure sounds like it!!" His hands flailed in the air in frustration, and you instinctively whimpered, eyes growing as wide as saucers.

He didn't notice the change in your demeanor, but someone else did.

"Droopy-Eyes, knock it off."

Jae-ha turned on him, kicking him harshly in the abdomen. Hak had been ready for it, but it still knocked the wind out of him. Jae-ha reached for Yona again, but that was a mistake.

He was shoved back harshly and Hak brandished his glaive with a feral gleam in his eyes.

"Touch her again. I dare you."

Jae-ha let out a growl. "You can't have them both!!"

You were shocked. You had never seen him like this before. You had never seen either one of them like this, they looked ready to rip each other apart at a moment's notice.

You couldn't stand it any more. You didn't want to fight.

You let out a quiet, reserved sigh. "Jae-ha... it's okay..."

His head whipped towards you and you took step back at the red aura emitting from him.

"Okay?!?! That's all you have to say?!" He yelled at you, continuing to raise his volume despite the way you flinched back, not registering your fear through the red haze. All he could think about was how he couldn't believe you didn't trust him, after all this time together.

After everything you've been through.

You had both saved each other from a life of despair and hopelessness. You brought out the light in him, and he brought peace to you.

You never thought things would come crashing down around you like this. Least of all, now, when it was so critical that your group stayed together.

Quickly, you walked away, praying that he wouldn't follow you. Today wasn't your lucky day. He stormed after you, completely furious with the way you were talking to him, how you were treating him.

"Stay away from her." Zeno demanded, no longer in the mood for games.

"You can't tell me what to do. She's my wife." Jae-ha declared.

Shin-ah stubbornly shook his head. The snarl painted on his features was nothing to take lightly. "Stay... away."

The low tenor shocked everyone, but Jae-ha wasn't deterred. "You can't keep me from her."

Hak stepped up aggressively. "Yes, we can. She's terrified of you right now. We're going to make sure she's alright before we let you anywhere near her."

At this point, Jae-ha finally took in your trembling appearance and he froze. The tears that stained your cheeks and your knocking knees hit him dead in the heart.

You were afraid. Of him.

Jae-ha couldn't believe he let it get this far. He ran into the tent you two shared as you were escorted away by the blue and yellow dragon.

Hak pushed back the flap of the tent once morning came. Jae-ha hadn't made an appearance once after yesterday's fiasco, and it was time to figure out just what was going on.

"Droopy-Eyes, what the hell were you thinking?"

As furious as he was for making you cry, he knew there was something else going on.

The green dragon might have been older, but over time, the former general had learned to read him like a book. There was something bothering him.

He was right.

Ryokuryuu was crouched on the ground, his back slumped and shoulders stiff.

Hak wouldn't be surprised if he had stayed like that throughout the night.

Jae-ha breathed out a heavy sigh, finally confessing, "I thought you guys were cheating on each other behind my back. I wanted to protect Yona, and maybe get back at you. Because no matter how much it hurts, I still love her."

Hak narrowed his eyes and then frowned.

"You're an idiot."

Jae-ha sputtered at the insult, but he wasn't finished. "You honestly think that we're sleeping together? Even though you're probably the only one who understands the depth of my feelings for Yona?"

Jea-ha was floundering to come up with a response.

"But you two have been spending a lot of time together, and yesterday at the market, you spent the entire day together. It's the first day she didn't fall asleep in my arms."

Hak crossed his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes exasperatedly, a blush settling across his cheeks.

"Jae-ha, she was helping me pick out a ring for Yona. She was helping me figure out how to propose." Hak explained quietly. "I wanted it to be perfect for her."

Jae-ha's jaw dropped to the floor, speechless.

"B-But— Y-You... I-I-I—"

"Yeah, yeah," Hak brushed off his excuses. "Just go apologize to her, will you? She's been crying all night."

Jae-ha left without a second thought and the ex-general followed soon after.

Your head was laying in Zeno's lap, and he was stroking your hair softly. Shin-ah was positioned near you, keeping watching out for any unwanted guests. His legs were criss-crossed, and Ao's fluffy tail was brushing under his ear once in a while.

When Shin-ah abruptly jumped to his feet, you knew something was wrong. Zeno's carefree expression was wiped off of his face and his eyes narrowed as the blue dragon snarled the second your husband cautiously entered the tent.

He at least had the decency to look apologetic, but you stiffly turned away from him, not ready to forgive him. His shoulders slumped and Shin-ah nearly growled. "Get out."

"Wait, please." Jae-ha begged. "Y/N."

"The miss doesn't want to see you right now." Zeno's voice had a light lilt to it, but there was an underlying warning that came with it.

"Y/N." Jae-ha whispered brokenly.

Your eyes softened, and you slowly turned around. Shin-ah looked about ready to throw Ryokuryuu out of the tent himself, but you shuffled towards him, pulling on his pant leg to get his attention.

"Shin-ah, Zeno, it's alright. Can you two give us a minute?"

The two dragons reluctantly left the tent, Zeno shooting you a worried glance but you offered him a reassuring smile.

Jae-ha settled down across from you, with respectable distance.

Your face was blank, but your eyes were puffy and the skin around it was rubbed red.

You had been crying.

He felt awful. He jumped to conclusions, and wrongfully accused you of things you didn't do.

"I don't deserve you."

Your head snapped up at his defeated tone.

"What?"

Jae-ha shook his head in regret. "I thought you and Hak were..."

You recoiled back in shock. "W-What?! No, you got it all wrong!! He's going to marry Yona, I was—"

He closed the distance between the two of you, cupping your jaw tenderly. Soft breaths fanned out against your face and warmed your skin soothingly.

"I know, I know. Hak told me what you were doing." Your eyes fluttered closed in relief. "I'm so sorry for assuming the worst."

Your hands reached up to cradle his face. "Come to me next time." You pleaded. "Talk to me."

He nodded furiously, finally pulling you in a tight embrace.

Relaxing in his hold, you didn't hear them come in.

"Yay!!" Zeno cheered.

"Is everything okay?"

Yona's worried voice floated through the air, breaking the two of you apart. You smiled at your husband, weaving your fingers together.

"Yeah... we're alright now."

Jae-ha leaned down, capturing your lips in a soft kiss and you melted against him.

Yona cooed at the display and Hak pretended to barf.

"Lunchtime, you rare beasts!!" Yoon shouted from outside.

One by one, the dragons, the princess, her bodyguard all filed out of your tent obediently. As he dished out the portions, you shared a look with Jae-ha as Hak fumbled with Yona's bowl.

It would be awhile before he got down on one knee, since their journey took precedence, but you couldn't wait to see it.

After all, You thought to yourself as Jae-ha pulled you against his chest, curling his arms securely around your waist. Despite its ups and downs, marriage is worth it.

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Tongue Tied

Summary: for someone who usually had such a way with words, it was a rare occurrence for Gundham to find himself at a loss for them.

A/N: I have a total of three brain cells remaining, and all of them have been starving for some ‘lee Gundham content.

Sonia glanced up from her book when she felt the mattress dip beside her, and a warm smile graced her lips once she recognized it was none other than her boyfriend. “Gundham!” she chirped as she marked her place and set the book aside on her nightstand. Reading could wait until later - spending time with her lover was much more important. “How can I help you?”

Surprisingly enough, Gundham was rather quiet. He wasn’t usually one to actively seek out physical affection, so this situation was already strange enough as it is. He rubbed his forearm rhythmically, multicolored eyes taking up a striking interest in the wrinkled bed sheets beneath them, and his typically pale skin almost looked like it had been airbrushed with a baby pink hue. “U-um,” he muttered under his breath, already quiet words muffled even further by the large scarf covering his mouth.

Sonia’s previously cheerful expression melted into one of careful concern, and she scooted her body closer to the other’s after a moment’s hesitation. “Gundham? Is something the matter?” she inquired softly before resting a palm atop his bandaged hand. “If there’s something bothering you, you can always tell me…”

“N-no!” Gundham exclaimed with a sudden ferocity as he snatched his hand away. Immediately realizing that he had raised his voice a little too much, he recoiled back into himself like a wounded puppy. “It’s nothing like that,” he elaborated in a much gentler tone than before. “It’s just...I...I just…”

Sonia found herself at a loss for words for a moment as well - she had never seen the ordinarily prideful man in such a state. She knew that it was impolite to pry, but she couldn’t bear the thought of leaving the other like this. “Just what?” she echoed softly, raising a hand to cup one of those flushed cheeks.

Gundham flinched ever so slightly at the unannounced physical contact, but he made no move to stop his lover’s advancements. “W-would you…” It wasn’t that he had wanted to pause - rather, it was as if his very voice had been abruptly ripped away from him. Damn it...he was feared by countless beings, both mortal and supernatural alike! He shouldn’t be so easily overcome by such a harmless request! “...Would you perform that mortal ac-activity with me again?” he finally managed to choke out.

Sonia blinked obliviously, taking a minute to recall the events the two had participated in during the past week. “Do...do you mean tickling…?”

Judging by how red the other’s face grew at the mere mention of the word, it appeared that her shot in the dark had landed. “If...if that’s what you call it, yes,” Gundham murmured, seemingly trying to bury his head in the protective cocoon his scarf provided.

It was safe to say that Sonia’s heart melted at this downright adorable reaction, and a tender grin spread across her mouth. “Aw, of course I can!” she gushed without truly meaning to - seeing her boyfriend like this was just too cute for her to handle. “There’s no need for you to be so embarrassed over something like that.”

“F-foolish girl! An Overlord such as myself does not fall prey to such trivial enchantments!” Gundham insisted in an attempt to recover some of his lost ego, but it wasn’t very convincing when he still couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact with the other.

Clearly, Sonia didn’t buy the act (if her bubbly giggle was anything to go off of, that is). “Alright then! Lie down so we can do this properly!” she instructed merrily as she gave his chest a delicate prod.

Gundham did as he was told, face practically turning into a radiator with how much heat was pouring off it, laying on his back with his arms crossed like a little beetle stuck on its shell. His legs began fidgeting ever so slightly, feet toying with the top sheet beneath them anxiously. It was clear he was nervous, but not in the typical manner one might expect; this was a giddy sort of nervousness, one a child might experience when playing tag with their friends.

Sonia definitely wasn’t going to take this opportunity for granted, and she took some time to relish in the sight presented before her. The Forbidden One was as red as a tomato, his gaze focusing anywhere but on her own, and his normally carefully guarded body was being offered to her like the greatest gift she ever could have imagined. It made a sense of immense humility blossom within her heart; she felt absolutely honored to be trusted by the other to this extent. Finally, figuring she had kept him waiting long enough, she slipped her hands underneath his shirt and began skittering her well kept nails along the seldom touched flesh.

It didn’t take long at all for Gundham to burst into a flurry of tiny titters, his hands instinctively lowering themselves to push at those of his lover. “Nnnnnh! G-guhuhuhahahaaa!” His smile was much softer than his ordinary sneer, closed eyelids wrinkling at the corners with forced mirth, and his laugh sounded much lighter as well.

“You have such a wonderful laugh, Gundham,” Sonia gushed without really realizing it. “I’m so happy you’ll let me see you like this...all giggly and flustered!” A few giggles of her own mingled with those of her lover’s as she watched his plethora of reactions, her fingers continuing their devious dance along the expanse of quivering flesh.

Gundham didn’t think it was possible for his face to grow any redder than it already was, but this line of complimenting proved him sorely mistaken. He turned to bury his head into one of the many pillows beneath him, hoping that this would succeed in hiding his atypical demeanor, but all this did was result in the earlier scratches turning to gentle kneading. He barked out a laugh as he instinctually brought his knees to his chest, or, rather, into his beloved’s lower back.

Sonia clicked her tongue in mock chastise at this, shaking her head solemnly as if the other was nothing more than a particularly naughty pet. “Trying to hide yourself away from my claws?” she hummed as her formerly adoring smile morphed into one of a much more devious nature. She couldn’t help herself - she took a great fondness in teasing her brooding boyfriend to smithereens. “Silly dear...you know they’ll just find a way to keep on tickling~”

Gundham couldn’t hold back his yelp of surprise when he felt one of those dangerously long nails twirl inside his navel, and he fell into a bundle of chest shaking chortles. Words certainly seemed to hold an immense amount of power over him, what with his frantic clambering to hide his face behind his forearms, so it was no wonder that these sultry laden quips were making him feel weak in the knees. Still, he had to keep his composure. He wouldn’t dare surrender to something so light hearted!

“That’s right, love. Giggle all day!” Sonia cooed as she gradually let up on the area, her fingers idly tapping against the still quaking abdomen. “My goodness, you’re all aflush! I suppose not even the Supreme Overlord of Ice is a match for the Tickle Monster…”

...On second thought, he was surely going to die here. Swallowing down the antsy lump in his throat, Gundham affixed the best glare he could manage given the circumstances against those icy blue eyes. “You...you truly are a wicked enchantress…”

An unusually dark titter slipped from Sonia’s lips as she batted her lashes down at her captive innocently. “But of course~! And now that I’ve got you in my clutches, I have to wonder just what I’ll do with you…” She raised her hands so they were now at her sides, fingers wiggling in anticipation, looking the other up and down like he was the tastiest meal she’d ever laid eyes upon. “I could keep playing with this ticklish tummy for a while…”

More deep chuckles escaped from Gundham as the scribbling on his stomach resumed.

“Maybe I could play piano on your ribs…”

Delicate tapping soon followed, earning the princess a trifle of squirming.

“Maybe I could burrow under your arms…”

Said action won an outright snort.

“I could even play This Little Piggy with your toes~!”

Though she made no actual followthrough to these words, Gundham couldn’t help but bury his feet into the mattress protectively.

“Or maybe…”

The Dark Lord’s heart skipped a beat at the sudden silence that overpowered the room, his gaze trained on the surely rising claws of his demise. He felt so utterly meek in this position, so inconsequential and powerless, and it made an unfamiliar feeling brew in the pit of his stomach. Perhaps this was what humans meant when they referred to another as being bashful…?

“I’ll get at that cute little neck of yours!”

Gundham was rudely tugged away from his inner thoughts by the horrid sensation of...well, he didn’t quite know exactly what it was, but it was enough to make him explode with powerful belly laughter. “AHAHAHAHAHAAAA!” His lower half thrashed to and fro violently as if his very existence itself was determined to escape this predicament. “WH-WHAHAT IS THAHAHAHAHAT?!”

“What, you’ve never had a raspberry before?” Sonia asked dumbfoundedly, momentarily dropping her sadistic creature act. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on how you look at things), she recovered just as quickly. “Well then, I’ll guess we’ll just have to make up for it now~!” Preparing herself with a dramatically loud inhalation of breath, she blew against the other’s typically concealed neck once again.

To say that Gundham was hysterical would’ve been a major understatement; his throaty cackles were reverberating off the walls with the intensity of a clap of thunder. “NOHOHOHOHOHOOO!” he wailed desperately as yet another raspberry was delivered, creeping up to the edge of his sanity, clutching the other’s long strands of hair weakly. “IHI YIEHEHEHEHELD!” he cried out at last. “M-MEHEERCEEEHEHEHEE!”

With this dire call for reprieve, Sonia ceased her consensual torment immediately. Her smile melted back into the warm one others were more accustomed to seeing, and she delicately rubbed her thumb underneath the edge of his jawline. “Oh, love...I’m sorry, I got a bit carried away,” she mumbled sheepishly. “I do hope I didn’t go too far...did I?”

Taking some time to steady his breathing to a level he was satisfied with, Gundham gently shook his head. “I...I found that to be quite...entertaining,” he admitted in a hushed whisper, as though he was uttering a forgotten secret, his eyes shifting around the room awkwardly. “Th-thank you, my bunny…”

Sonia felt her own face grow hot at the sound of the beloved nickname, not hesitating to plant a kiss of appreciation on the tip of the other’s nose. “Of course!”

Gundham sighed as he wrapped his arms around her slender frame. She was a devious little minx, that much was for certain, and he’d managed to get tightly coiled around her little finger...

#writing #fanfiction #danganronpa #gundham tanaka #sonia nevermind #sondam #tickle #tickling #tickles #tickled #ticklish #my stuff #lmao this is the most self indulgent shit ive ever made

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