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xo100 · 6 months ago

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A night on the beach - LN4

*:･ﾟ Summary: At a beach party, you feel out of place until Lando Norris, who’s unexpectedly there, helps you navigate the chaos. Despite your shyness, his charm puts you at ease, and the two of you connect over quiet joys like sunsets. By the end of the night, standing together by the shore, you realize stepping out of your comfort zone was worth it.

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The beach was alive with music, laughter, and the crashing of waves under the soft glow of string lights. The party buzzed with life, but you couldn’t help feeling like a misplaced puzzle piece in this loud, chaotic world. You clutched your small green purse, adjusting the delicate straps of your pastel dress, a masterpiece of soft fabric and embroidered flowers that caught the moonlight beautifully. It was Lucy who convinced you to come, practically dragging you here despite your protests. She called it “breaking out of your shell,” but you were pretty sure your shell was perfectly fine.

You hadn’t even wanted to leave the car earlier, yet here you were, standing awkwardly near the bar. The crowd pressed in around you as people ordered cocktails and chatted animatedly. You weren’t drinking—never did—and trying to get the bartender’s attention felt like navigating a minefield of tipsy strangers. You craned your neck, softly mumbling “excuse me” every now and then, but your words were swallowed by the music.

Lando Norris wasn’t supposed to be here. He wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near this part of town. Tonight, his name had been written on the guest list of an exclusive gala, complete with black ties, red carpets, and cameras flashing at every turn. He had the perfect black suit tailored for it, ready to make a sharp, polished appearance. But life had other plans. A series of delays and last-minute cancellations had left him unexpectedly free for the evening. On a whim, he decided to wander—just drive until something caught his attention. That’s when he saw it: the soft glow of lights on the beach, the sound of faint music carried on the wind. A party. No pressure, no obligations. Just... people.

It was impulsive, but he stopped anyway. Walking toward the bar, he loosened the collar of his suit, blending into the crowd effortlessly despite his fame. He wasn’t there to be noticed, just to enjoy the anonymity for a little while. But then, he noticed you.

You stood out, not in an ostentatious way, but in the way that draws eyes without trying. There was something inherently endearing about the way you fidgeted, your hands brushing the hem of your dress nervously as you struggled to get the bartender’s attention. You looked so out of place in the sea of wild laughter and carefree dancing, a quiet sort of beauty like a flower blooming amidst chaos.

Lando found himself stepping closer, weaving through the crowd toward you without a second thought.

“Need some help?” His voice cut through the music, warm and playful. You turned, startled, and there he was—a man who looked far too charming for his own good, even with his shirt slightly undone and his tousled curls catching the breeze. His grin was lopsided but kind, his eyes sparkling like he was in on some secret joke.

You blinked at him, suddenly hyperaware of how close he was. “I... uh... I’m just trying to get a soda,” you admitted shyly, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Non-alcoholic.”

His grin widened. “The sober one at a beach party. Brave.”

You opened your mouth to respond but faltered. Small talk wasn’t your forte, and this was... a lot. He didn’t seem to mind the awkward pause, though. Instead, he leaned slightly against the bar, signaling the bartender with a practiced ease. A moment later, a soda was slid across the counter toward you.

“There,” he said, as if he’d just performed a heroic act. “Saved you the hassle.”

“Thank you,” you murmured, clutching the cold glass as if it were a lifeline.

He tilted his head, studying you with a curious smile. “Not much of a party person, huh?”

“Not really,” you admitted, glancing down at your drink. “My friend dragged me here.”

“Let me guess,” he said, leaning in slightly. “She said something about needing to live a little?”

You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you. “Exactly that.”

Lando’s smile softened at the sound of your laugh. “Well, for what it’s worth, I’m not much of a party person either.”

You raised an eyebrow at that, skeptical. “Really? You seem... comfortable.”

He shrugged. “I’m good at pretending. Perks of the job.” There was a playful glint in his eye, but something about the way he said it felt genuine. “But you... you’re honest about it. I like that.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to that. Compliments weren’t something you were used to, especially not from strangers who looked like they belonged in glossy magazines. You took a sip of your soda, hoping it would hide the blush creeping up your neck.

Lando didn’t seem in a hurry to leave. If anything, he seemed content just standing there, the chaos of the party fading into the background as he focused on you. “So, if you’re not a party person, what’s your thing?”

“My thing?” you echoed, buying yourself a moment to think. “Um... I don’t know. I like quiet things. Books, movies... sunsets, I guess.”

He smiled. “Sunsets are a solid choice.”

“What about you?” you asked, surprising yourself with the question.

“Me?” He rubbed the back of his neck, as if the question caught him off guard. “I guess I like... racing.”

“Racing?” Your eyes lit up with genuine curiosity. “Like cars?”

“Something like that,” he said with a grin, clearly amused by your lack of recognition. “I’ll tell you what—I’ll show you sometime. If you’re interested.”

The offer hung in the air between you, and for the first time that night, you felt a spark of something new—something exciting. Maybe Lucy dragging you to this party wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

You hesitated, glancing down at your drink as you processed his words. He wanted to see you again? You weren’t used to this kind of attention, and you didn’t want to overthink it—but it was hard not to. Lando, on the other hand, seemed entirely at ease, waiting patiently for your response, his smile soft and encouraging.

“I think... I’d like that,” you finally said, your voice barely above the sound of the waves crashing behind you.

His grin widened, and he straightened up slightly, looking undeniably pleased. “Good. It’s a deal then.”

The air between you shifted, lighter somehow. You didn’t feel quite as out of place anymore, even as the party continued to hum around you. He leaned back against the bar, his body turned slightly toward you, as if you were the only person worth talking to tonight.

“So,” he started again, his voice teasing, “what’s a quiet, sunset-loving introvert doing in a dress like that? Not that I’m complaining—definitely not—but it doesn’t exactly scream ‘low profile.’”

You laughed softly, your cheeks heating up. “Lucy again. She said it would be a crime not to wear it.” You glanced down at the soft green fabric, the embroidered flowers trailing along the straps. “I guess I thought it might help me fit in.”

He tilted his head, his eyes scanning the dress for a brief moment before meeting yours again. “You don’t need a dress to fit in,” he said gently. “But for what it’s worth, it suits you. The color, the flowers—it’s... soft. Like you.”

The way he said it wasn’t like a typical pick-up line. It wasn’t overdone or cocky. It felt real. And that made your heart skip a beat.

“Thanks,” you murmured, looking away, unsure how to handle his gaze. You took another sip of your soda, hoping it would cool the flush on your face.

He let the moment linger for just a second longer before breaking the tension. “So, what do we do now?” he asked, his voice light and playful. “Want me to rescue you from this party, or are we braving it together?”

You looked at him, surprised by the question. He was giving you an out—a way to leave the noise and chaos without judgment. Part of you wanted to say yes, to let him lead you away to somewhere quieter, safer. But another part of you—the part that had spent so much of your life hiding away—wanted to try something different.

“I think...” You paused, glancing at the crowd. Lucy was nowhere in sight, probably lost in the music or talking to someone. “I think I can stay. If you’re here, that is.”

His smile turned softer, his eyes warm. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And he didn’t. For the rest of the night, Lando stayed by your side. He didn’t push you to dance or drink or do anything outside of your comfort zone. Instead, he talked with you—about sunsets, about racing, about the little things that made him laugh. He made you feel like you belonged, not just at the party but in that moment, with him.

When the party finally started to wind down, the music fading and the crowd thinning, he walked you toward the shoreline. The water shimmered under the moonlight, and the two of you stood there, your dress catching the breeze as the waves lapped at your feet.

“See?” he said quietly, his voice just above a whisper. “Sunsets aren’t the only thing worth staying for.”

You turned to him, the sound of the ocean filling the silence between you. His gaze was steady, his expression open. And for the first time in what felt like forever, you didn’t feel shy or awkward. You smiled back, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the summer air.

Maybe parties weren’t your thing. But tonight? Tonight felt different. Tonight felt like the beginning of something you didn’t even know you were waiting for.

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*:･ﾟ Notes; thank you for reading, love’s! Hope you all enjoyed it! If there is something wrong or need to be edited, let me know!

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shinylipglosss · 1 month ago

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MUSIC TO WATCH BOYS TO

josh hutcherson x male!reader

summary: you find joy in watching the hot guys play basketball, but the one you found most alluring was josh. whilst watching him play intently, you fall asleep and wake up to a surprise.

warnings: reader is sleeping (kinda), cum on face, blowjob, masturbaiting, reader gives, josh receives. this format took too long for this to flop !!

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It was one of your most secret guilty pleasures to watch the group of boys play basketball. Every single one was hotter than you could ever fathom, and they all ended up with their tendrils of hair stuck to their foreheads in the most erotic way possible. There was one boy in particular that you loved to stargaze at. His name was Josh…something. The one downside to watching from a far, you don’t really get to know them. But you knew the way his muscles tensed as he threw the ball. You knew the large imprint between his legs that was guarded by skin-tight underwear. You could tell that much just by looking closely. You could also gather that when enough sweat had accumulated on his forehead he would pull up his shirt and wipe it down. It was unfair to watch such a man be so teasing. When he would do this all you could see is muscle: a six pack complimented by a dark trail of hair leading down into areas you could only dream of.

From your spot on the bench, Josh made a shot into the hoop. As he did so his large biceps curled in with the shot. His muscles fought each other, bulging against his tight shirt rather aggressively. Your eyes never peeled off of him. Sure there were other hot boys, but, him? Another level.

With the applause of his teammates at his perfect score, he looked toward you…no—the sun. He looked at the sun and with squinted eyes and furrowed brows, he did the move you loved most. Josh pulled his shirt much higher than other times. You could almost see his entire bare chest and it was exhilarating. His perfect-body was made even better when you got a clear view of his chiselled chest juxtaposed by rosy pink nipples. With that scene burned into the edges of your memory, your eyes drifted closed from hours of staring.

You felt a jolt. Someone was trying to wake you. No, someone was trying not to wake you. Your eyes fluttered open and slammed wide at the same time. The sight before you was something you could only dream of. It was dark, the only illumination being the street lights. They casted a glorious glow on Josh standing before you. This Josh wasn’t slick with sweat. This Josh wasn’t playing basketball anymore, though he was still in his clothes from earlier. The man had his cock out and was touching himself right in front of you. The big member blended comfortably in his hand, as if they were made for each other. His head was thrown back, wildly letting his short hair fall upside down. Josh still hadn’t noticed you were awake. He seemed to be bathing in the waves of stimulation, his mouth was flung open letting his tongue slide slightly out his mouth. The first time you realised his shirt was off was when he shifted and the moonlight rolled off his abdomen. As if he knew your eyes were on him he slung an arm behind his head.

No words were exchanged in the moment when Josh decided he needed another look at you. You didn’t bother feigning deep sleep, you knew it was futile. You just watched as he stumbled, letting his hand slip from his cock and fall to his side. You were right to assume that Josh was large. You would have described him as average, but that wasn’t the impressive part of in between his legs. That would be his thickness. It pulsed and twitched like it was shy from the attention. He said nothing when you slipped to your knees. He said nothing when you grabbed him and felt his heartbeat and heat in your palm. He said nothing when you craved him so much you tasted him. Despite the sweat from his game, he tasted immaculately. He tasted just like the moment. Josh whined when he felt his penis connect to the back of your throat. His hips buckled trying desperately to get from suction. You could give him that. You would give him that and more. You began bopping your head in the way you knew every guy liked. You hollowed your cheeks and snuck a finger to his hole. Josh acted as if all your finger did was give him another layer of pleasure. You erotically imagined peeling back those layers and watch him writhe pathetically for you.

There was an ache for his body and he didn’t miss a beat with giving it to you, his hips rolling cascades of waves over your beach. His pace increased and you almost felt one with his cock, like you were its sole pleasure. No one could have him except you. No one could please him except you. His hands lay softly in your head of hair. He murmured incoherently. He raced desperately to reach his peak. It came right after when he pulled off of inside you and shot thick, white ropes of semen over you face. You revelled in the feeling of an extension of him being on you. That was just before you were jolted awake.

“Hello?” The man you knew as Josh shook you awake. It was day. The game was still on, and you had fallen asleep.

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pininghermit · 1 month ago

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A Face of Past

AN: I haven't written for Adrian in eons, so this is my attempt to get writing again. Not the best but goofy enough to be a motivator. This is for the one anon, who so kindly request me to write Adrian once again.

Genre: fluff

Pairing(s): Alucard x gn Reader

Summary: “You walked into my graveyard, uninvited,” he said, voice low and velvet-dark. “Sat at my gate. Spoke with my dead.”

He found you outside his castle just past midnight, bathed in moonlight and audacity.

You stood before the front gates, in front of the rotting corpses impaled on iron, still fresh with the stench of cruelty. A warning. A promise. A line not meant to be crossed.

And there you were, sitting right in front of them, talking to their bones like they were old friends.

He stepped out, unarmed, not that it mattered. His claws ached beneath his gloves. He would’ve torn out your heart before you could scream.

But you didn’t scream.

You didn’t even flinch.

Instead, you scowled into a rattling satchel of bones and relics at your side. “No. Absolutely not,” you muttered. “I’m not raising you. I told you already. I’m not dragging you across dimensions just so you can stab your cousin again.”

You paused. Sighed. Pulled out a cracked amulet and flicked it like a disappointed teacher.

“No, I will not be bribed.”

He narrowed his eyes. You… were human. Or close enough.

But no human acted like this. No mortal in their right mind sat among his victims and argued with ghosts like they were bickering siblings.

Then you turned, and screeched, hands flailing like you’d just been caught stealing from a god.

“Oh. Oh no. Right. Right, yes, you did tell me someone was watching.” You looked back at one of the corpses. “You could’ve been more specific about the giant vampire lord part.”

Your eyes flicked up to him. Embarrassment bloomed on your face, color blooming across your cheeks like spilled wine. “Hi,” you said, voice strained and breathless. “This is… awkward.”

He didn’t move.

You smiled nervously and tucked a stray bone into your bag. “So, um. These corpses kind of… called me. It happens sometimes. Restless dead, unfinished business, all that. They were asking for revenge and I just… came before they attracted someone who’d actually go through with it.”

You fidgeted with your hands. “I’m a necromancer, by the way.” You offered your hand. Held it out a second too long. Then yanked it back like you’d touched fire. “Oops. Force of habit. People don’t usually like that. The handshake thing, I mean. But, like, I have hands, so sometimes it just...”

"Enough." His voice cut through the night like a blade through fog.

Your mouth shut.

He stepped closer, slow, deliberate, eyes glowing like coals beneath the weight of centuries. “You walked into my graveyard, uninvited,” he said, voice low and velvet-dark. “Sat at my gate. Spoke with my dead.”

You swallowed. “...Technically, they spoke first.”

“And yet, here you are. Whole.”

You forced a small smile. “I mean… temporarily.”

He stared at you for a moment too long. Then, unexpectedly, he huffed. Almost a laugh. More breath than sound. “You are either very stupid,” he said, “or very dangerous.”

“Can’t I be both?” you said brightly. Then winced. “Sorry. I get sarcastic when I’m scared.”

He said nothing. Just… watched.

And something in you knew, you weren’t being hunted. You were being considered.

You looked at the dhampir. Surrounded by ghosts of past. It was a wonder, his spirit had not blended with that of the castle, like many others.

Frail yet fierce. You noted the claws, dreadful claws.

The gutted merchant on the spike reached for your robes...or his alteast his bones called for you.

Urging you to raise him in order to avenge himself by killing the dhampir.

Alucard, they call called him. Whined and groaned into the cold mist.

"You should not be living here..." you offer your obligatory free advice. "This place is brimming with resentment that is settling into your soul, my lord."

You gesture toward the wall behind him, where the name Dracul was carved deep and angry into the stone. "It’s clinging to you. Even ghosts know when it’s time to move on."

He doesn’t answer, but his jaw tightens.

You shift your weight, brushing ash from your coat. “But you already know that, don’t you?”

His jaw tenses. Slightly. But enough.

“You presume much,” he says.

You don’t answer right away.

Instead, your gaze drifts past him, up toward the dark spires of the castle, to the wind curling through the bones on their pikes. Your voice softens.

“I’ve walked through enough places like this to know when someone’s soul is trying to leave before the body does.”

Silence. He doesn’t blink.

You look back at him. Not afraid. Not amused. Something older than both. “You’re not the first one to wear that face,” you say.

He freezes.

Slowly, you reach into your satchel. Deliberate. Careful. No sudden movements. You pull out a pendant. Blackened, broken, humming softly with something old and unfinished. It pulses faintly in the dark, as if recognizing the air it was forged to die in.

You don’t offer it. You simply hold it between your fingers, like you’re reminding the night of its own memory. When you speak, your voice is quiet. Not angry. Not accusing. “You left this in me last time.”

His eyes lock on the charm. Unmoving.

You tilt your head. Your lips quirk in something too soft to be a smile. “Right before you killed me.”

#alucard #castlevania #adrian tepes x reader #alucard x reader #fluff #gn reader #uncertain ending #idk what i'm doing

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vera-deville · 2 months ago

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A Swan's Secret, a Dragon's Heart

03/06/2025 - 04/07/2025

Pairing: Malleus Draconia x Reader Word Count: 4,671 Warnings: None Gender: AFAB Tags: @rose-the-witch1, @viviennevermillion Notes: If you would like to be added to the taglist, please comment down below! Masterlist

The night was calm, the air thick with the quiet hum of nature. Malleus took his usual path through the woods surrounding the dorms, his presence casting long shadows in the silver moonlight. It was rare for him to encounter another soul at this hour - most students were deep in slumber, and those who weren't would rather avoid crossing paths with the "fearsome" fae prince. He didn't mind. Solitude had long been his companion, and these late - night walks had become a routine he found comfort in.

But tonight, something was different.

The rustling of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl were not the only sounds filling the night. A gentle ripple spread across the surface of the nearby lake, drawing Malleus' sharp gaze. His curiosity piqued, he stepped closer, his chartreuse eyes scanning the water's edge. Then, under the glow of the moon, he saw it - a swan, its dark feathers blending into the night, its sleek form drifting effortlessly across the still waters.

Malleus tilted his head, intrigued. It was unusual to see such a creature here, especially one so strikingly unique. The black swan moved toward him slightly, though it kept a cautious distance, its dark eyes meeting his own with quiet intelligence.

"Curious," Malleus murmured, lowering himself to sit on the soft grass by the shore. "I don't believe I've seen you before."

"The swan merely blinked, tilting its head as if considering his words. Malleus chuckled softly, finding the response oddly endearing. It reminded him of speaking to Sebek - though, unlike Sebek, the swan didn't immediately launch into a long-winded lecture about his responsibilities.

Perhaps the swan was closer in similarity to Silver rather than Sebek.

"Are you perhaps a lonely wandered as well?" he mused, watching as the bird preened its feathers before settling comfortably near the water's edge.

A silence fell between them, but it wasn't unpleasant. Malleus was used to conversations being one sided. After all, there were very few who dared to engage with him without trepidation. Yet, as he sat beneath the moonlit sky with the swan, he felt something different. The bird did not shy away from him, nor did it show any signs of fear. It simply existed beside him, listening.

Encouraged by this unexpected company, Malleus began to speak. He talked about the night, the things he had observed during his walk, and even a bit about his day - though there wasn't much of interest to share. He found himself mentioning Lilia's latest antics.

Malleus exhaled a quiet chuckle, eyes momentarily drifting toward the sky. "Just this morning, Lilia decided it would be amusing to replace the milk in our dorm's kitchen with a fae-made alternative." Shaking his head, he continued, "He claimed it was 'nutritionally superior' to the human version and that we should be more 'adventurous' with our palates."

He glanced at the swan, who almost seemed to have a grimace on its face, but tilted its head in curiosity, as if urging him to continue.

"Naturally, he neglected to mention that this so called 'improvement' was derived from a plant that induces an unfortunate side effect in humans." Holding the swan's stare, Malleus said in all seriousness, "Levitation." The memory rolled in his mind as he continued, "Silver was the first victim, attempting to pour himself a cup of tea, only to find himself slowly drifting toward the ceiling. Sebek, of course, immediately accused him of being negligent in his training, completely ignoring the fact that his own feet left the ground the moment he took a sip of his tea."

The swan let out a soft noise - something akin to a snort and a huff. Amused, Malleus took it as encouragement to continue.

"By the time I arrived, the kitchen was in chaos. Silver was attempting to push himself along the beams to reach the door, Sebek was howling about 'unacceptable combat readiness,' and Lilia, the old bat, was watching from the counter, laughing so hard he nearly fell off. I asked him if he had any intentions of undoing his little prank, and he simply waved a hand back and said, 'They'll come down eventually. I'm sure it'll wear off by lunch!'"

Malleus sighed, but there was no real exasperation in his tone. There was something playful about it, tinged with nostalgia, despite the event occurring not too long ago. "I suppose I should be grateful he hadn't replaced the entire dorm's supply. Still, I do wonder what compels him to wreak such havoc."

The swan fluffed its feathers, as if in agreement that Lilia was an agent of mischief incarnate. Malleus hummed in amusement. "I take it that you would not accept a drink from him either?"

The swan dipped its head, and Malleus let out another quiet chuckle.

"Wise choice."

He went on to talk about Sebek's attempt to impress him, which really only lead to him tripping over himself and the exasperating (yet strangely amusing) interactions he had with his fellow peers.

The swan remained attentive, its gaze fixed on him, as if absorbing every word.

Malleus leaned back slightly, a rare, content smile tugging at his lips. "I must admit, you are quite the listener," he remarked, watching as the swan ruffled its feathers, seemingly pleased with the praise.

Perhaps, he though, these nightly promenades would no longer be quite so lonely.

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The potions room was abuzz with the unmistakable chaos that could only be attributed to Ace, Deuce, and Grim. You hadn't even been part of the initial disaster - whatever that was - but somehow, you had still gotten roped in. Now, you were standing in the middle of the mess, arms crossed, watching your so called friends scramble to fix their mistake before anyone with actual authority arrived.

"I swear it wasn't my fault this time!" Ace insisted, gripping the edge of a toppled-over table as he tried to set it back up. "Deuce was the one who knocked over the cauldron!"

"You pushed me!" Deuce snapped, wrestling with a very uncooperative broom that seemed to have developed a mind of its own.

"It was Grim's idea anyway!"

"Hey!" Grim puffed up indignantly, his tail bristling. "It would've worked if you two weren't so clumsy!"

You sighed, rubbing your temples. The three of them had managed to overturn and entire potion experiment (one that they shouldn't have even been dealing with in the first place) and whatever strange mixture they had concocted had resulted in several objects - including the unfortunate broom - gaining some form of consciousness. Said broom had decided that Deuce was its mortal enemy and was currently engaged in an aggressive battle with him.

And, of course, this was the exact moment Malleus chose to pass by.

You felt the weight of his gaze before you even turned your head. He stood just outside the room, watching the scene unfold with quiet amusement, his lips quirked in the barest hint of a smirk.

"Enjoying the show?" you asked dryly, stepping away as Ace tripped over a rolling potion bottle.

Malleus' verdant eyes gleamed with barely restrained laughter. "Immensely," he admitted. "It's rather fascinating how chaos follows you so naturally."

You huffed, shooting him a mock glare. "I'll have you know I was an innocent bystander in all this."

"Mm. Is that so?" His tone was laced with mirth, though he made no move to intervene - until his sharp gaze flickered toward the hallway entrance, where the telltale click of polished heels echoed closer.

Professor Crewel.

Before you could even think of scrambling for an excuse, a gentle pulse of magic swept through the air. The overturned table righted itself. The stray potion bottles disappeared. The rebellious broom stilled, falling lifelessly to the ground as though it had never moved at all.

Ace and Deuce looked around in stunned silence, while Grim gawked, his tail fluffed up in shock.

Malleus said nothing. He merely glanced at you, his smirk deepening, before stepping back into the shadows - just as Crewel rounded the corner.

You quickly straightened, schooling your face into something innocent as the professor eyed the room suspiciously. But there was no evidence of any wrongdoing. No stray potions, no possessed cleaning utensils, nothing.

With a short huff, he narrowed his eyes and strode past without a word.

The moment he was out of sight, you turned to look at the fae who had solved your dilemma, only to find him gone.

Later that evening, you found yourself watching Malleus as he departed from the cafeteria, his tall frame illuminated by the glow emanating from the chandeliers. He walked with effortless grace, his cloak billowing slightly behind him, the sharp contrast of his dark silhouette against the silver night making him appear almost otherworldly.

There was something hauntingly beautiful about him - the way his horns curved elegantly, the way his emerald eyes glowed faintly in the dim light. He was like a figure from an old legend, something untouchable, yet inexplicably magnetic.

Your heart clenched slightly.

He really was something else.

The courtyard buzzed with the usual midday energy - students chatting in clusters, the occasional burst of laughter ringing through the air, and the gentle rustling of leaves as a soft breeze rolled through. You were making your way toward a shaded bench when a familiar presence seemed to materialize beside you.

"You are difficult to find," Malleus mused, his voice rich with amusement.

You blinked up at him, unimpressed. "You say that like you don't just pop up wherever I go."

Malleus only chuckled at that (tugging a smile at your own lips), clearly unbothered by the accusation. "I sought you out for your wisdom."

"Oh?" You raised an eyebrow. "That's a first."

He ignored your teasing and sighed, his expression contemplative. "Earlier today, a student approached me and greeted me in a rather informal manner - no titles, no hesitation, simply...'Hey, what's up?'" His lips pressed together in mild disapproval, as if repeating the phrase left a sour taste in his mouth. "Sebek was, of course, furious. He reprimanded the boy immediately, but it left me wondering...was it truly an insult?"

You did your utmost best to not burst out in laughter.

Sebek losing his mind over something like that? Shockingly in character.

Instead, you hummed in thought. "Well...not really. I mean, in human culture, casual greetings are normal. Most of the time, they don't mean any disrespect."

Malleus considered this, his sharp gaze flickering with curiosity. "So I should not be offended?"

"No reason to be."

"Hmm. Then is it expected of me to respond in kind?" He paused, then, with the utmost seriousness, asked, "What is up?"

That time, you did actually laugh. Who wouldn't? His delivery was so painfully formal, as if he were reciting an ancient incantation instead of casual slang. "No, no, that's way too stiff! You've gotta make it sound natural."

Malleus tilted his head. "Natural?"

You cleared your throat and gestured for him to follow along. "Alright, say it like this: 'Not much, what's up with you?'"

Malleus nodded, taking a moment to process the phrase before repeating it carefully, though still sounding oddly regal. "Not much. What is up with you?"

You snorted.

"Eh, close enough."

Malleus seemed satisfied with his newfound knowledge, but something about the way his eyes gleamed told you he wasn't quite done. "Then I shall attempt this with the next person I see."

The realization hit you like a freight train. "Wait, wait, wait—"

But it was too late. The next time you glanced across the courtyard, Ace nearly keeled over in shock when Malleus Draconia - the Prince of Briar Valley, the future king of the fae - walked up to him and, with all the gravitas of a royal decree, asked, "Not much. What is up with you?"

You weren't there to see it, but you knew Ace was going to hound you for an explanation. And honestly? It was going to be worth it.

The library was quiet, save for the soft rustling of pages and the occasional scribble of a pen against paper. It was late in the afternoon, and most students had already cleared out, leaving only a handful of studious individuals still pouring over their work. You yourself had started off as one of them - fully intent on finishing your your assignments - but somewhere along the line, between reading through dull textbooks and the warmth of the library's dim lighting, your eyelids had grown heavy.

And somewhere along the line, you had completely dozed off.

Malleus found you like that, slumped over a thick tome, your head resting against your folded arms atop the wooden desk. His footsteps were soundless as he approached, his gaze soft as he took in the sight.

How curious. He had been looking for you, intending to engage in his usual musings, only to find you in this vulnerable state. A faint smile tugged at his lips. He had been told before that sleep was an utmost necessity for humans on the daily, but he rarely had a chance to observe it. Not like this, anyways. Not so unguarded, so peaceful.

Careful not to wake you, he stepped closer, tilting his head as he observed the slow and steady rise and fall of your shoulders. The way your lashes cast delicate shadows against your cheeks. The slight parting of your lips, as if caught mid-dream.

Something in his chest tightened.

A soft sigh escaped him as he reached forward, his gloved hand barely ghosting over your figure before he made a quiet decision. With the gentlest flick of his fingers, the air around you shifted - iridescent magic swirled subtly, and within seconds, the stiff wooden chair you had been sitting in transformed into something far more comfortable, its back arching into a cushioned support. The book under your arm slid away on its own, neatly stacking itself at the edge of the desk, leaving you undisturbed.

He hesitated, then, almost as an afterthought, conjured a thin, weightless blanket, letting it drape over your shoulders.

"Sleep well," he murmured, though he knew you wouldn't hear him.

Then, with one last lingering glance, he stepped away, fading into the library's shadows as silently as he had come.

When you woke up later, stretching and rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you would have no memory of his presence - only the faintest warmth of something that hadn't been there before.

It was a peaceful afternoon in the courtyard, the breeze gentle as it rustled through the trees. You sat comfortably on the stone bench, enjoying the rare moment of quiet in your otherwise chaotic schedule. Malleus stood nearby, his usual composed presence casting a familiar shadow over the sunlit space.

You had been mid-conversation when a sudden movement caught your eye. From behind a bush, a small, scrappy-looking cat emerged, its fur a mix of orange and white, patches of dirt clinging to its coat.

Your eyes lit up instantly. "Oh~ Look at you!"

Without hesitation, you crouched down, extending a hand toward the feline. It sniffed the air cautiously, its tail flicking as it debated whether or not to approach.

Malleus, however, did not share your enthusiasm. His gaze was sharp, wary, as he regarded the creature with clear suspicion. "You should be careful," he warned. "Felines have never taken kindly to me."

You glanced up at him, amused. "What, are you cursed or something?"

Malleus folded his arms. "It's not a curse. Simply an observation."

You turned back to the cat, who was now rubbing against your fingers, purring softly. "Nonsense! Look at this little guy~ He's harmless! You just need to approach them gently."

Malleus remained unconvinced, but after a moment's hesitation, he lowered himself into a crouch beside you. The cat immediately tensed, its ears flattening.

"Try putting your hand out," you encouraged. "Let it come to you."

He did as you suggested, slowly extending a gloved hand.

The cat took one look at him - then immediately hissed, arched its back, and bolted in the opposite direction, disappearing into the bushes as if its life depended on it.

Silence.

Malleus blinked, then simply nodded. "As I said."

You clamped a hand over your mouth, trying (and failing) to suppress your laughter. The contrast between his calm acceptance and the cat's sheer terror was simply too much.

Malleus merely exhaled through his nose, standing back up. "It would seem our companionship is fated to be a one-sided affair."

You finally managed to catch your breath, shaking your head fondly. "I don't get it. You make friends with all sorts of creatures, so how come cats hate you?"

He gave you a thoughtful look, as if genuinely considering the question. "Perhaps they sense something imperceptible to others."

"Or maybe," you teased, nudging him lightly, "you're just too intimidating."

He gave a hum of amusement, watching as you cast one last hopeful glance toward the bushes where the cat had vanished.

"I do not require the approval of a house pet," he added, and yet, there was the faintest glimmer of something unreadable in his gaze.

You grinned. "Sure, sure. Whatever you say."

Malleus merely shook his head, letting you have your fun. Even if the cat had rejected him, at least you never did.

The moonlight shimmered over the still waters of the lake, casting a soft glow over the lone swan that drifted effortlessly across its surface. You titled your head at the sound of approaching footsteps, already knowing who they belonged to. Sure enough, Malleus Draconia emerged from the shadows of the trees, his usual air of quiet regality softened by the fond smile tugging at his lips.

"Ah, there you are," he mused, stepping closer to the water's edge. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd abandoned me tonight."

You let out a small, amused huff - well, as much as a swan could manage - as he took his usual seat on the grassy bank. It had become routine by now. Each night, under the cover of darkness, you would shed your human form and take to the lake, reveling in the freedom that came with your transformation. And each night, Malleus would find his way to your precious lake, unaware that the very creature he so enjoyed spending time with was the same person who shared fleeting glances with him in the halls of Night Raven College.

He talked as he always did, voice rich and baritone, a steady presence against the tranquil sounds of the night. Tonight, as usual, it seemed he had gargoyles on his mind.

"There is an especially intricate one near the botanical gardens. I suspect it is older than the others, given the craftsmanship..." He trailed off, gazing at you thoughtfully. "I do wonder if you even understand half of what I say, my little companion."

You fluffed your feathers, a quiet protest. If only he knew just how much you were truly listening.

"Speaking of peculiar things," Malleus continued, absently tracing shapes in the grass. "There is...someone. A human." His voice took a fond, contemplative tone. "They are different. Unafraid of me. I find myself drawn to them."

Your head snapped up, watching as he sighed, a rare wistfulness in his expression.

"It is frustrating, in a way. To be so ancient and yet still feel something as foolish as nervousness around them." He chuckled, low and warm. "I doubt they even realize how much space they occupy in my thoughts."

You stilled, staring at him as his words sank.

Malleus liked someone?

It was another quiet evening by the lake, the soft chirping of crickets filling the still air. You sat on a stone bench, fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on the surface of your water bottle, watching the ripples in the moonlit water. Malleus stood not too far away, his usual imposing presence softened by the tranquil night.

You glanced up at him, noting the unusual tension in his posture. "What's on your mind, Malleus?"

He hesitated before turning to you, his expression unreadable. "There is a matter I have been thinking about," he said quietly, as if unsure of how to phrase it.

Your brow furrowed slightly. "What's that?"

He stared at the moon for a moment, his violet eyes distant, almost wistful. "Hypothetically speaking... if one were to be interested in a human, what would be the best way to convey such affection?"

You blinked, slightly taken aback by the question. "Well, I suppose it depends, honestly. Some people like gifts, others like spending time together." You shrugged, trying to keep it casual. "You just gotta find out what works for the person."

Malleus nodded, absorbing the information. "Gifts, yes what a wonderful idea. But what if they do not appreciate such things? What about the time spent together?"

"Yeah," you mumbled softly, "Time together matters a lot. Sometimes, it's just about being there. Some people like to talk, others are okay with silence. Just enjoying each other's company."

You felt an odd sense of discomfort settle in your chest as his eyes narrowed, a seriousness creeping into his expression. "And what if one were to sit with them, in silence, beneath the moon? Would that suffice as an expression of affection?"

Your heart jolted, giving way to your freezing. That sentence sounded so familiar - so specific. The words rang a bell in your head somewhere, but you couldn't lay your finger on it. You quickly masked the feeling, but it still lingered. What was so familiar about it?

You stared at Malleus, trying to keep your voice steady. "That sounds...oddly specific." You felt the sharp tug in your chest - had he really meant all those talks he'd had with you as a swan about affection in some abstract sense? You had gotten so attached, wishing, hoping, that maybe, just maybe, he felt something for you.

Malleus was still staring at you, eyes unwavering, and you could sense a soft tension hanging between you two. "I believe it would be meaningful," he said quietly, almost as though speaking to himself. "A quiet, intimate moment shared beneath the stars, no words needed, only the connection."

Your pulse quickened, and that gnawing sadness started to creep in again. He was still speaking like it wasn't about you. And yet the signals were so mixed that you doubted yourself. Would the damn dragon just spit it out already?

You crossed your arms, a soft frown forming. "You're...talking about someone, aren't you?"

For a brief second, you saw something flicker in his eyes - a hesitation, an uncertainty. But before you could fully process it, he quickly masked it, his usual calm demeanor returning. "I...apologize," he said, a slight bow of his head, "I did not mean to make you uncomfortable with such personal matters."

You watched him carefully, and as he turned to walk away, that distasteful lingering sadness transformed into a quiet suspicion. It didn't make sense, but you took a deep breath and stood up, and tried to shake the feeling off. Perhaps you'd misread the situation.

The thought nagged at you as you watched Malleus slink into the distance, sun setting alongside him. He was so close, and yet you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

The night air was still, save for the gentle rustle of leaves overhead and the rhythmic lapping of the lake against the shore. Malleus sat in his usual spot beneath the sprawling willow tree, his silhouette framed by the soft glow of moonlight. The black swan floated near the edge, watching him—silent, waiting.

He exhaled deeply, long and tired. “She didn’t show up today,” he murmured, eyes distant. “Not that she ever promised to. But I had hoped.”

The swan tilted her head.

“I asked her for advice,” he said, voice soft and distant. “About someone I hold in high regard. Someone I admire, perhaps too deeply for my own good.” He paused. “She didn’t realize it was her I meant. Or perhaps she did and that’s why she looked so disappointed. Or suspicious. I wonder if I was too vague.”

The swan blinked, feathers bristling ever so slightly, a restless motion.

“I’m not very good at this,” he confessed, shoulders hunched. "I’ve never been very good at matters of the heart,” he continued, resting an arm across his knee. “It’s not that I don’t feel—on the contrary, I feel too much. But expressing it, giving it form… that’s the struggle. I thought if I simply lingered, if I shared enough silence with her, she'd understand. Even now, I’m here talking to a creature that cannot respond, hoping for some sort of clarity."

And that was the last straw.

A sudden shimmer of magic rippled across the lake.

A rush of wind and shimmer erupted over the lake. Malleus sat up sharply, his eyes widening as the black swan glowed, feathers swirling like fireflies as the shape began to shift—limbs stretching, wings curling in, body unfurling in a graceful, magical unraveling. Before Malleus could even process what was happening, there you were: dripping lake water, arms crossed, your expression equal parts flustered and furious.

Malleus blinked, lips parted in pure disbelief. “You-"

“Me!” you snapped, stomping a bit closer. “Yes, me. The swan you’ve been confiding in every night for weeks. The one you’ve been telling all your secrets to. The one who’s been listening patiently while you ramble about your ‘crush’ and ask me for romantic advice—about myself, might I add!”

Malleus stood slowly, still dumbstruck. “You’re the swan. The swan is…you.”

“Yes!” You threw your arms up, exasperated. “And do you have any idea how confusing it's been? You’ve been giving me these mixed signals—moonlit silences and soft smiles one moment, and the next you're confessing to a bird about someone else?! Just—just say it. Say who it is. Right now. I’m done playing games.”

Malleus’s expression softened, something painfully tender flickering in his eyes.

“I told you about my feelings,” he said quietly. “To both of you.”

“But you never said who it was!” you cried. “And I sat there, every night, thinking you liked someone else. That I wasn’t even close to being the person you wanted. Do you have any idea what that feels like?”

The wind rustled the trees.

"Yes,” Malleus said, almost in a whisper. “I do.”

You stared at him, breath catching.

“I’ve lived decades in silence,” he continued, taking a cautious step forward. “Watched others form connections with ease while I stood on the outside. You…you saw me. Ever side of me. The prince, the student, and the fool under the moon.”

He was close enough now to reach out. His fingers twitched at his side.

“I didn’t mean to mislead you,” he said. “I just didn’t know how to say it. I still don’t. But if you’ll allow me…”

His eyes met yours—glowing, unguarded.

“…I’m in love with you.”

You blinked at him.

“I knew it,” you muttered, then jabbed a finger into his chest. “You owe me so many answers, Malleus Draconia.”

He laughed, quiet and breathless. “Yes. As do you.”

You looked at him for a long moment, cheeks flushed, heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

“Can I kiss you now?” he asked, voice like rich velvet.

“Only if you promise to stop giving mixed signals,” you grumbled.

He leaned in. “No more confusion.”

And under the weeping willow, beside the moonlit lake where truth had finally surfaced, the fae prince kissed the girl he’d loved all along.

The swan, the listener, the one who stayed.

You.

“Also,” he added after a pause, a sheepish tilt to his mouth, “you make a rather elegant swan.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “You’re lucky you’re pretty.”

Malleus chuckled and gently took your hands. “And you’re lucky I love you.”

Author's Note: I have had this idea sitting in my drafts for literal years. I came up with this back when I first got into this fandom, and it feels GREAT that I finally finished writing it! Huge shoutout to my friend who went through my list of fanfic ideas (that I've come up with but never got around to writing) and decided on this one! I hope you enjoy!

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synopsis: in which you and Charles dance in front of the Eiffel Tower

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Paris had always held a special place in your heart.

The city of love, with its glowing lights and cobblestone streets, had been a dream destination for you and Charles for the longest time.

And now, standing in front of the Eiffel Tower as it sparkled in the night, you felt like you were living in a fairytale.

The streets were alive with music. A soft melody played from a nearby street performer, the sound of an acoustic guitar blending seamlessly with the quiet hum of the city.

You glanced up at Charles, his green eyes twinkling under the Parisian lights, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

“Dance with me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, yet somehow more powerful than all the sounds around you.

“Right here? In the middle of everything?” you asked, giggling.

“Why not? No one else matters” he nodded, pulling you closer.

Without another word, he took your hand and spun you gently, his grip firm yet tender. The world faded away as the two of you swayed to the music, wrapped in each other’s warmth.

He moved effortlessly, guiding you through the dance as if this moment had been planned all along.

“You’re a terrible dancer, you know” you teased, letting out a breathless laugh.

“I never claimed to be good. But with you, everything feels perfect” Charles grinned.

You couldn’t help but melt at his words. The way he looked at you, as if you were the only person in the world, made your heart race.

The Eiffel Tower shimmered in the background, adding to the magic of the night, but nothing compared to the way Charles held you, the way he whispered sweet nothings into your ear as the music played on.

“Je t’aime” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You sighed happily, resting your head against his chest.

“I love you too.”

As the song came to an end, Charles dipped you dramatically, causing you to burst into laughter. A few onlookers clapped and cheered, but neither of you paid them any mind.

This moment belonged to you and him, a memory to be cherished forever.

“You really are ridiculous,” you said, breathless from laughter and love.

He smirked, pulling you back into his arms.

“And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

No, you wouldn’t. Because with Charles, every moment—no matter how spontaneous or silly—felt like pure magic.

♡♡♡♡♡

The night wasn’t over yet. Charles, ever the romantic, took your hand and guided you down the quiet Parisian streets.

The air was crisp, filled with the scent of fresh bread from a nearby bakery that was still open late at night. The city hummed softly around you, but you were too lost in each other to notice much else.

“Where are we going?” you asked, your fingers entwined with his.

He gave you a sly smile.

“You’ll see.”

A few minutes later, you found yourselves standing at the banks of the Seine.

The water glowed under the moonlight, reflecting the golden hue of the streetlights. A small café nearby was still serving, its outdoor seating nearly empty except for a few late-night wanderers.

Charles pulled out a chair for you, and you both sat down, soaking in the quiet beauty of Paris at night.

“This is perfect,” you whispered, reaching for his hand across the table.

Charles squeezed your fingers.

“Everything with you is.”

A waiter approached, taking your order for two cups of rich hot chocolate and a plate of delicate pastries. You spent the next hour talking, laughing, reminiscing about your time together—your first date, your first race weekend as his girlfriend, the moment you both realized you were in love.

Every memory felt more precious under the soft Parisian glow.

After finishing your drinks, Charles stood, offering you his hand once more.

“Come on,” he said, eyes twinkling mischievously. “One last stop.”

You followed him up a winding street until you reached a breathtaking view of the city. Paris stretched out beneath you, a blanket of twinkling lights that seemed to go on forever.

Charles pulled you close, his arms wrapping around your waist as you both took in the sight.

“You know,” he murmured against your hair, “I always imagined bringing you here. Even before we were together.”

You turned to face him, your heart swelling.

“You did?”

He nodded.

“I knew, somehow, that we’d have this moment. That it was meant to be.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, overwhelmed by the depth of his love.

“Charles…”

He took a deep breath, reaching into his pocket. Your breath hitched as he pulled out a small velvet box, his fingers slightly trembling.

The world seemed to stop around you as he dropped to one knee.

“I love you,” he began, his voice thick with emotion. “I love you more than I ever thought possible. You are my best friend, my greatest love, my entire world. And I want to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you make me.”

A single tear slipped down your cheek as he opened the box, revealing a breathtaking ring that sparkled under the Parisian night sky.

“Will you marry me?”

For a moment, you could only stare at him, your heart nearly bursting from your chest.

Then, without hesitation, you nodded rapidly, a tearful laugh escaping your lips.

“Yes,” you choked out. “A thousand times, yes.”

Charles let out a breath of relief, slipping the ring onto your finger before standing and capturing you in a kiss, deep and full of love.

Cheers erupted from a small crowd that had gathered, but neither of you noticed. In that moment, all that mattered was the two of you, wrapped in each other’s arms, promising forever in the city of love. Paris had always held a special place in your heart.

But now, it held something even more precious—the beginning of the rest of your life with Charles.

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Man, I'm obsessed with anything related to vampires and Hannibal & Will. And your Hannigram x Vampire male reader work had me thinking about Alucard from Castlevania, especially from Castlevania Nocturne. I'm daydreaming about it all the time at this point. Here and here. Isn't he just so gorgeous and ethereal? You should watch Castlevania if you haven't seen it before. What I'm saying is, can I have more Hannigram x Vampire reader stuff? I'm daydreaming about Will and Hannibal falling for some who knows how many centuries-old (Alucard was born in 1456 and since Hannibal NBC takes place somewhere around the 2010s, he would be around 554 years old. Man, that's half a millennia) dhampir (half-vampire) with mid-back long, luscious platinum-blonde hair, gorgeous golden eyes and a handsome face. Love your work, by the way, amazing writings❤️

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pairing: hannigram x male reader tags: your a vampire hybrid, hannigram aren't together yet but will be, I haven't seen the show but he does look beautiful, new obsession perhaps?

You’ve walked among mortals for centuries. Ages have passed, empires risen and fallen, and you have always stood at the outskirts, watching. You are neither fully vampire nor wholly human—a dhampir, caught between two worlds. Some nights, it makes you feel invincible. Others, it leaves you burning with longing.

Tonight, the moon gleams overhead, a quiet silver disc in the sky, as you step along the streets of Baltimore. Your platinum-blonde hair catches the moonlight like spun silver, while your golden eyes are darkened with centuries’ worth of memories. Despite the hush of the city at such a late hour, you sense someone watching. Not an uncommon occurrence, but you can’t help the faint grin tugging at your lips.

He has found you again.

“Are you lost?” comes a soft, cautious voice from behind you.

Turning, you greet the man standing there with a faint nod. Under the lone streetlamp’s glow, you see the tension in Will Graham’s stance. His dark curls seem to frame a gaze that flickers between curiosity and empathy. You know that gaze well, the powerful empathy that draws him to wounded creatures—whether they walk on four legs or two. Or, in your case, something else entirely.

You offer him a slight bow of your head. “No,” you murmur. “Just alone.”

He studies your face. Anyone else might see only a handsome stranger, but Will senses the echo of something deeper—something not quite human. His brows knit gently. “There’s an emptiness around you,” he says, half to himself, half to you. “It’s like…” His words trail off.

You find yourself stepping closer, hair whispering over your shoulders. You speak with a calmness that’s centuries in the making. “It doesn’t bother you?”

Will only half-smiles. “Not sure yet.”

In the hush that follows, there is a faint rustle—another presence stepping out from the darkness. You turn sharply, your heightened senses recognizing this man even before your gaze can land on him. Hannibal Lecter’s refined aura precedes him. He stands just beyond the reach of the streetlamp, wearing a dark overcoat, and in his eyes glimmers a blend of intense curiosity and quiet fascination.

“I see you’ve met Will,” he says with his measured cadence. His voice is smooth, cultured, every syllable perfectly placed. “I’m Hannibal Lecter.”

You simply give him a polite, centuries-old courtesy nod, your own brand of chivalry. “I’m aware,” you say, giving a secretive little smile.

Hannibal inclines his head with intrigue. “You know me?”

“I’ve heard stories,” you murmur. You keep your own secrets well—this is one of the many reasons you have survived so long. You know these two are not ordinary men. One hunts monsters; the other one is a monster in human skin. Yet you sense no threat. In your long existence, you’ve learned that sometimes the most unlikely of bonds can be formed over fascination and darkness.

Your first night at Hannibal’s lavish home is a carefully orchestrated affair. You don’t need an invitation to slip into his world—some unspoken magnetism exists between you three. You come at his request, long hair tied loosely back, golden eyes absorbing the soft glow of the dining room. A single red candle flickers at the center of the table. The scents of rosemary and thyme float through the air. There’s a subtle, rich undercurrent that might disquiet a normal human. To you, it’s enticing. Hannibal’s eyes track your every move, while Will watches with a mix of wariness and longing.

Hannibal, always poised, presents a decadent meal. His skill with cuisine is legendary, and you admire his artistry—even if you have suspicions about certain ingredients. Your golden eyes flick to the plate with mild curiosity, then you raise them to Will and Hannibal. “I don’t typically partake in…human fare,” you say politely, leaning back into the chair. The flickering candlelight dances against your pale features.

Hannibal offers a gracious incline of his head. “No insult taken. I understand if your habits differ.”

Will’s mouth quirks at one corner. “You can tell us about yourself instead.”

They watch your every breath as you trace a fingertip around the lip of your wine glass. You let the tension wind in the air, enjoying their rapt attention. “I have existed for many years,” you begin. “Centuries, if you will. Time has a way of dulling the senses, which is why I search for new experiences…” Your eyes flash gold. “And interesting company.” There’s a flutter in Will’s chest. He can’t hide it; you hear the slight hitch in his breath. Hannibal’s eyes reveal satisfaction, his curiosity mounting.

It’s Will who first breaks down the walls. Over the following weeks, you find yourself drawn to him—his empathy, his vulnerability, his unwavering desire to understand even the darkest parts of others. On more than one occasion, you and Will take late-night walks through the woods behind his house. He confides in you the weight of nightmares, of feeling too deeply. You softly explain that time dulls certain pains, but your ancient heart remains capable of new scars.

One evening, the moon is bright overhead, silver illuminating every strand of your platinum hair, your golden eyes gleaming. Will suddenly stops, turning to face you. “How do you stand it?” he asks, voice thick with emotion. “How do you bear seeing so much and going on forever?”

You tilt your head. You’ve asked yourself the same question countless times. “I survive by allowing myself to savor the rare beauties of the world—like quiet nights, moonlit forests,” you say, stepping closer. You can almost hear the rush of blood in his veins, and your fangs ache. “And souls that fascinate me.”

His cheeks flush, not from fear, but from a sense of closeness he’s never quite felt with anyone else. A heartbeat passes, and he lunges forward, pressing his lips to yours. It’s a sudden, urgent kiss. You respond in kind, centuries of loneliness dissolving in the warmth that is Will Graham’s humanity.

Hannibal Lecter is different. Where Will is stormy and turbulent with empathy, Hannibal is cold fire, methodical in his pursuit of what intrigues him. His interest in you has grown with every meeting. You catch the traces of desire in the way his dark eyes slide over your face, your hair, your body. He is unflinching.

One evening, you accept another invitation to his home. You arrive just as a violin concerto plays softly on his stereo. He bids you to follow him to his parlor, where two glasses of deep burgundy wine await. “I took the liberty of procuring something special,” he says, handing you a wine glass filled with a liquid that is not wine. You inhale the scent—thick, coppery. It’s fresh blood, carefully warmed, laced with delicate notes of something akin to sweet spice. Your centuries-honed senses reel.

He sits across from you, elbows on his knees, studying your reaction. His voice is low. “I trust it meets your needs.”

Your eyes narrow slightly. “You toy with danger, Dr. Lecter.”

A hint of a smile crosses his face. “Danger is so often misunderstood. I prefer to consider it an exploration.” You sip—carefully, indulgently—and you feel his dark gaze track every movement of your throat. It is an intimate, visceral moment. The air thickens with unspoken tension.

In the hush, you lock eyes with him. “And what do you want to discover?”

Hannibal sets his wine aside, rising to stand before you. He tilts your chin upward with clinical gentleness, the pressure of his fingertips both polite and possessive. “Whether something as timeless as you can feel obsession or even love.” You let him bend to kiss you, a languorous brush of lips that tastes of fine wine and predatory indulgence. Like a snake around its prey, but you—oh, you are no helpless creature. You return the kiss with equal fervor, letting him sense the centuries of want coiled behind your restraint.

In time, you find yourself often in the quiet presence of both Hannibal and Will. They form a precarious balance—Will’s empathy bridging the darkness, Hannibal’s refined cruelty tempered by genuine fascination. They both watch you with desires they are only just beginning to articulate.

Will’s eyes shift from Hannibal to you. “It’s strange,” he admits one night after dinner, a meal that you’ve politely observed but not partaken in. “How could we…share this?”

Hannibal levels a gaze at Will. “Do you think we can’t?” His gaze drifts to you. “Is it not possible to crave more than one kind of beauty?”

You say nothing at first, letting them speak. In your centuries, you’ve known all varieties of hunger, passion, and love. Humans have so many rules, so many limitations. But Hannibal has broken them, and Will has shattered them in his need for connection. Leaning forward, you entwine your fingers with Will’s, and with your free hand, you brush a pale strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ve lived so long, I’ve learned that hearts can hold multitudes.”

Will’s breathing quickens, his cheeks flushing. You sense Hannibal’s pulse, steady yet heavier, as he slips behind you, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. For a moment, you close your golden eyes and let the swirl of your centuries melt into the present—this closeness, this strange connection.

The nights that follow blur into a tapestry of music, whispered confessions, and clandestine hunts through the city’s shadows. Sometimes you walk with Will beneath the stars, the hush of midnight an unspoken promise of safety. Other times, Hannibal lures you into hushed corners of his home, drawing you into sharp-edged kisses.

You’ve never belonged to anyone—nor have they. Yet you discover a kind of belonging here that is both enthralling and perilous. Hannibal’s presence is a constant danger, and Will’s precarious grip on his own self flickers daily. But for you, who’ve roamed centuries alone, this dual dance of desire is the most alive you’ve felt in ages. They see you as both a riddle and a comfort. They see your beauty—and your deadly potential. You are not monstrous to them; you are mesmerizing, as they are to you.

One late hour, the three of you gather in Hannibal’s drawing room. Crimson curtains filter the moonlight, casting the space in deep shadows. You stand between them—Will on your left, Hannibal on your right—each with an arm around your waist, their breaths close, hearts beating to different tempos yet syncing in one intangible thread of belonging.

“You’ve survived so long,” Will murmurs, pressing a cautious kiss to your neck, “will we be enough to keep you from drifting away?”

Hannibal’s voice flows smoothly, low and intimate. “Or will you watch us wither as the centuries continue on?”

Your lips curve into a wistful smile. “I cannot stop time, nor change the nature of my being.” You lower your gaze, hair drifting forward like a pale curtain, before lifting your eyes to them both—golden irises filled with an ancient warmth. “But I’ve learned that each moment we grasp is ours alone. What’s important is not how long it lasts, but that we truly live it.” Hannibal’s hand tightens at your waist, a promise if ever there was one. Will hides his face in your neck, his empathy bridging the eternity between you.

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wwccol · 5 months ago

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The Signal: Gotham’s Daylight Guardian

The Batfamily is trying to unravel Duke's "daytime crime-busting secret" only to discover that it's literally just Duke being Duke—and looking like a terrifying eldritch being—it’s brilliant.

Tim: "Okay, I’ve been running the stats. Crime in Gotham during the day has dropped by, like, 40%. That’s not normal. Something’s going on."

Jason: "I say Duke’s been moonlighting as a Jedi or something. There’s no other explanation."

Duke: "I swear, I’m just... out there, doing my thing. Nothing fancy!"

Dick: "Right. Which is why we’re all suiting up and following you tomorrow. For science."

The next day, the Batfamily gathers on a rooftop near Wayne Tower, decked out in their suits, ready to tail Duke as discreetly as possible.

Jason: "Alright, Narrows, go do your thing. We’ll stay out of sight."

Duke (rolling his eyes): "You guys are making this way weirder than it needs to be. I’m just... patrolling."

Dick: "That’s exactly what makes it suspicious. Go on."

Duke sighs, mutters something about how everyone’s being dramatic, and leaps off the rooftop.

The rest of the Batfamily follows at a safe distance, blending into shadows and keeping tabs via comms. At first, everything seems normal. Duke stops a mugging with a quick intervention and moves on. But as he continues, they start noticing patterns .

Witnessing The Signal in Action

A small group of teenagers loitering in an alley suddenly stiffen as Duke lands silently on a nearby fire escape. He doesn’t even say anything—just crouches there, watching.

Teen 1 (terrified whisper): "Did you see that? Oh my god, it’s looking at us!"

Teen 2: "What is that thing?!"

The group scatters like frightened birds.

On another street, a man about to break into a car looks up and sees Duke silhouetted against the sunlight. The golden glow of Duke’s eyes intensifies, and shadows seem to curl unnaturally around his frame.

Car Thief: "Nope. Nope. Not today. I’m going back to Metropolis."

He drops his crowbar and sprints away.

From a nearby rooftop, the Batfamily watches everything unfold.

Tim: "Okay, I don’t get it. He didn’t even do anything that time."

Barbara (from the comms): "I checked the cameras. He just landed on a fire escape and... stared. Is this his whole strategy?"

Steph: "Wait, is this some kind of Jedi mind trick? Duke, are you secretly psychic?"

Duke (on comms): "No! I’m not psychic. I don’t know why they’re freaking out!"

Jason: "I’ll tell you why—they think you’re a demon, dude. You’ve got the whole Lovecraft vibe going on. Look at you! You’re like a glowing shadow monster on top of a building."

Dick: "He’s not wrong. You’re giving off serious 'guardian of the apocalypse' energy."

Duke: "You guys are exaggerating. I just look... cool. Right?"

The Batfamily decides to test the hypothesis. Jason volunteers to get closer for a better look, pretending to be a random pedestrian.

He casually strolls down the street, glances up at Duke on the rooftop, and immediately freezes. Even Jason—who routinely faces death and chaos—is struck by the sheer wrongness of Duke’s appearance. It’s not that Duke’s doing anything malicious. It’s just... unsettling.

Jason (into comms): "Okay, yeah. It’s definitely the eldritch horror thing. My fight-or-flight reflex just kicked in, and I know it’s him ."

Duke: "I still don’t see it!"

Barbara: "Hold on. I’m recording this. I’ll pull up the feed so you can see what Gotham sees."

Back in the Batcave, Barbara plays the daytime surveillance footage on the main screen. The Batfamily watches in stunned silence as the video shows Duke leaping across rooftops. In the broad daylight, his glowing golden aura seems magnified. His shadow stretches unnaturally, flickering like it has a mind of its own. His eyes gleam with an unearthly intensity, and he moves with a predator-like grace that’s both mesmerizing and terrifying.

Dick: "Wow. You’re like Batman’s scarier, solar-powered cousin."

Steph: "Or the protagonist of a found-footage horror movie."

Tim: "Oh my god. Duke... you look like the final boss of a cosmic horror video game."

Jason: "No wonder Gotham’s criminals are freaked out. You look like you’re about to drag their souls into the void."

Duke (finally seeing it): "...Oh. Oh no."

Duke leans against the console, burying his head in his hands.

Duke: "I thought people were just scared of, like... the idea of a Bat vigilante. Not me personally. "

Tim: "I mean, technically, it’s still the idea of a bat vigilante. You’re just the daytime version. And the daytime version is... apparently an eldritch sentinel."

Bruce (stepping in): "This works to our advantage. Fear is a powerful deterrent."

Duke (sarcastically): "Great. My entire crime-fighting persona is an eldrich nightmare… That’s not weird at all."

Later

The Batfamily decides to lean into Duke’s unique abilities. They even brainstorm ways to amplify the effect subtly (glowing lenses for his mask, playing up the shadow distortion) while ensuring Duke feels supported.

Bruce: "You’ve turned daylight into an ally in a way no one else has. Use it."

Duke: "Yeah, but... can we not make me look like the end boss of Gotham?"

Jason: "Too late, man. It’s perfect."

As they laugh and tease Duke, he starts to accept his role as Gotham’s daytime terror—a protector like no other. Though, deep down, he secretly enjoys how effective it is.

Extra

Scenario 1: The Hallway Horror

It’s late at night, and the Batfamily is scattered throughout Wayne Manor. Jason is heading to the kitchen for a midnight snack when he senses movement out of the corner of his eye. He turns to see Duke standing at the end of the dimly lit hallway, perfectly still.

Duke’s golden eyes are glowing faintly in the dark, his shadow stretching unnaturally along the walls. Jason freezes.

Jason (startled): "Jesus Christ, Duke! What are you doing?!"

Duke: "I was heading to my room."

Jason (still on edge): "Well, don’t stand there like a damn ghost! You scared the crap out of me!"

Duke raises an eyebrow.

Duke: "You’re literally a guy who sneaks up on criminals for a living. How did I scare you? "

Jason grumbles as he stalks off to the kitchen. Later, he tells everyone at breakfast that Duke’s "eldritch hallway act" nearly gave him a heart attack.

Scenario 2: The Living Room Light Show

The family is hanging out in the Wayne Manor living room after a patrol. The lights are dimmed, and everyone’s winding down. Duke is lounging on the couch, half-asleep, when Tim notices something strange.

Tim: "Uh... Duke? You’re glowing."

Everyone turns to look at Duke, who blinks in confusion. Sure enough, his golden aura has started to flicker faintly in the dim room. Shadows from the furniture stretch and bend toward him like they’re being pulled into a vortex.

Dick: "Okay, that’s... unsettling."

Steph (grinning): "Is this your way of telling us you’re secretly a nightlight?"

Duke, now fully awake, tries to suppress the glow. But the more he panics, the brighter his eyes get, until Jason hurls a throw pillow at him.

Jason: "Turn it off! You’re gonna summon Cthulhu in the middle of movie night!"

Bruce walks in, sees the chaos, and just sighs.

Bruce: "No eldritch summoning in the living room. Take it to the cave."

Scenario 3: Shadow in the Batcave

Tim is working late in the Batcave, surrounded by monitors and gadgets. He hears footsteps behind him and assumes it’s Bruce.

Tim (without looking): "Hey, can you hand me the—"

He turns around to see Duke standing there silently, his glowing eyes piercing through the shadows of the cave. Tim yelps and nearly falls out of his chair.

Duke (startled): "Whoa! Tim, it’s just me!"

Tim (catching his breath): "Don’t sneak up on people like that! You’re like a freaking cryptid in here!"

Duke smirks, but when he steps closer, the shadows behind him flicker unnaturally.

Tim: "Nope! Nope! Back up! You’re officially banned from the Batcave after dark."

Scenario 4: Bedside Terror

Damian wakes up in the middle of the night and spots a tall, shadowy figure standing silently by his bed. He grabs his katana instinctively and swings—only to realize it’s Duke, glowing faintly.

Damian: "Thomas! What are you doing?"

Duke (guiltily): "I, uh... thought I saw a shadow move in your room. Turns out it was just me."

Damian groans and flops back onto his bed.

Damian: "Next time, announce your presence before you scare someone into an early grave."

Scenario 5: The Kitchen Incident

Steph and Damian are in the kitchen arguing over the last cookie Alfred made.

Damian: "It’s mine. I called dibs."

Steph: "You can’t call dibs on dessert, Demon Spawn!"

As the argument escalates, the lights flicker, and a low hum fills the air. Both turn to see Duke standing in the doorway, his eyes glowing faintly. The refrigerator light casts long, exaggerated shadows across the floor, making Duke look ten feet tall.

Duke (deadpan): "Why is it always the cookies?"

Steph and Damian scream simultaneously.

Damian (recovering, annoyed): "Tt. That was unnecessary."

Steph: "Duke, I swear, one of these days you’re gonna give me a heart attack."

Scenario 6: Midnight Training Gone Wrong

Dick decides to train late in the Batcave, running through an obstacle course. He doesn’t realize Duke is also there, watching from the shadows. As Dick flips off a beam, he catches sight of Duke perched on a ledge, his glowing eyes tracking him like a predator.

Dick slips mid-flip and lands on the mat with a thud.

Dick: "DUKE! Why are you lurking like that?!"

Duke hops down gracefully.

Duke: "I wasn’t lurking. I was observing."

Dick: "You were lurking. Your shadows were doing the creepy tentacle thing again!"

Duke glances at his shadow, which does seem to be moving independently, and shrugs.

Duke: "I can’t control that all the time. Besides, you’re supposed to have situational awareness."

Dick: "Not for you ! You’re worse than Bruce!"

:D!!! lol posting here but I also posted on AO3

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andy-15-07 · 5 months ago

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The Midnight Covenant

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x female reader

Word Count: 1259

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

The gardens of the imperial palace were alive with the soft hum of nocturnal life, a stark contrast to the brutal world that General Marcus Acacius commanded during the day. By the time the moon hung high, its pale light bathing the stone columns and lush greenery in an ethereal glow, Marcus was already waiting.

His armor had been set aside, replaced with a simple tunic that allowed him to blend into the shadows. Yet, he carried the air of a warrior, his presence commanding even in solitude. His thoughts were consumed by her—the woman who had unraveled him, who made him yearn for a life beyond the sword.

Y/N arrived moments later, her steps as soft as whispers on the marble pathways. She wore a modest gown of cream-colored linen that shimmered faintly under the moonlight. The garment was simple compared to the finery she wore at court, but to Marcus, she had never looked more divine.

“You came,” he said, his voice low yet rich with relief.

“I always come,” she replied, her lips curving into a soft smile. “Though every time, I wonder if it will be the last.”

Marcus stepped closer, his expression softening. “As long as I breathe, I will find a way to be with you.”

Their gazes locked, and for a moment, the world beyond the garden ceased to exist. He reached for her hand, his touch reverent as though he feared she might vanish if he held on too tightly.

“Come,” he said, guiding her to a stone bench beneath an ancient olive tree. Its gnarled branches stretched out like the arms of a guardian, shielding them from prying eyes.

Y/N settled beside him, her heart pounding in her chest. “You risk too much, Marcus. If the emperors knew you were meeting me like this—”

“They don’t,” he interrupted gently, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “And even if they did, what could they do that I wouldn’t endure for you?”

Her eyes searched his face, finding only sincerity in his words. “You speak as though I am worth the wrath of gods and emperors alike.”

“You are worth that and more,” he said, his voice unwavering. “Do you know how many nights I’ve fought battles not on the field, but in my own mind? The war within me is fiercer than any I’ve faced in the arena or on the battlefield. And it’s all because of you.”

She tilted her head, curiosity sparking in her eyes. “Because of me?”

“Because I am a man who has only ever known duty and bloodshed,” he explained. “Yet you have made me long for something else. Something more.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed, and she looked away, her heart aching with the weight of his confession. “I don’t want to be your distraction, Marcus.”

“You are not a distraction,” he said firmly, his hand cupping her chin and gently turning her face back to his. “You are my reason.”

Her breath caught, tears threatening to spill as she searched his eyes for any hint of doubt. She found none.

“Marcus,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “You make it sound so simple, but it’s not. We cannot ignore the world we live in. The emperors would see us both destroyed if they knew.”

“Let them try,” he said, his tone fierce yet tender. “I have faced death more times than I can count. If I must face it again, let it be for you.”

She shook her head, tears slipping down her cheeks. “I cannot bear the thought of losing you.”

“And I cannot bear the thought of a life without you,” he countered, brushing her tears away with his thumb. “So we must find a way to make this life ours, no matter the cost.”

Y/N closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. For a moment, they sat in silence, the weight of their unspoken fears hanging heavy in the air.

“Tell me,” Marcus said softly, breaking the stillness. “If you could leave this place behind, where would you go?”

She opened her eyes, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Somewhere far from here. Somewhere quiet and beautiful. Perhaps a villa by the sea, where the air is always warm, and the sound of the waves lulls us to sleep.”

Marcus smiled, the image of their imagined life filling his mind. “A villa by the sea,” he repeated, as though committing it to memory. “And what would we do there?”

“Anything we wanted,” she said, her eyes alight with a mix of hope and longing. “We would wake with the sun, walk along the shore, and spend our days building a life together. A simple life, but a happy one.”

His hand tightened around hers, a spark of determination igniting within him. “Then we will make it so, Y/N. One day, we will have that villa, and we will live the life we’ve only dreamed of.”

She smiled through her tears, her heart swelling with a mix of joy and sorrow. “You make me believe it’s possible, Marcus. Even when I know it’s not.”

“It is possible,” he insisted, his voice steady and sure. “The gods may have given me the strength of a warrior, but they also gave me you. And I will not waste the gift of you.”

Y/N leaned forward then, her forehead resting against his. The world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them and the promise of a love that defied the stars themselves.

“Tell me about your dreams, Marcus,” she said softly, her eyes fluttering open to meet his.

“My dreams?” he echoed, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “They are simple compared to yours. I dream of a life where I can wake each morning to see your face. Where the only battles I fight are for your happiness. Where the weight of the world no longer rests on my shoulders because you are at my side.”

Her tears returned, spilling down her cheeks like rivers of starlight. “You speak as though I am your salvation.”

“You are,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

She kissed him then, her lips soft and warm against his. It was a kiss that spoke of love and longing, of desperation and hope. It was a promise sealed in the quiet of the night, a vow to hold onto each other no matter what the world might throw their way.

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested together once more, their breaths mingling in the cool night air.

“Marcus,” she murmured, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and determination. “Promise me something.”

“Anything,” he said without hesitation.

“Promise me that no matter what happens, you will never stop fighting for us.”

His hands cradled her face, his dark eyes shining with unwavering resolve. “I swear it, Y/N. I will fight for you, for us, until my dying breath.”

As the night stretched on, they spoke of the life they would build together, their dreams intertwining like the branches above. They shared laughter and tears, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment.

But as the first rays of dawn began to creep over the horizon, reality came crashing back.

“I must go,” Y/N said reluctantly, rising to her feet.

Marcus stood with her, his hand lingering on hers. “Until tonight?”

“Until tonight,” she promised, her voice trembling with the weight of their unspoken fears.

He watched as she disappeared into the shadows, his heart heavy yet full. For as long as he had her, he would endure anything.

And so, as the sun rose over the imperial palace, Marcus Acacius prepared to face another day, armed not only with his sword but with the knowledge that somewhere in the world, a goddess had chosen to love him.

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yan-lorkai · 6 months ago

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Hello! May I request a platonic yandere Alucard with a reader he turned into a vampire? I think it would be more interesting if while the reader was a human they were an enemy of the Hellsing Organization but is now stuck working for the very organization they were once against.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ a/n: I love this gif of Alucard, he looks so cute 😍😍😍. Guys, look at him, he isn't cute???

The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the Hellsing headquarters. Shadows danced along the stone walls, whispering secrets of the night. You found yourself in a peculiar situation, one that you never would have imagined: once a fierce enemy of the Hellsing Organization, you now served as its reluctant ally — an undead servant of the very forces you had once sought to destroy.

Alucard, the trump card of Hellsing, had been the one to turn you. You still recalled the moment vividly, the rush of adrenaline as you fought against him, your last human breath escaping your lips, and then the dark embrace of eternal night. It had been a brutal battle, and in the end, he had done what no one else could: he had made you like him.

You had expected death, yet you were reborn into a life of servitude, just like he was bound to serve Hellsing.

“Are you going to sulk all night, or are you going to do your job?” Alucard’s voice echoed through the dimly lit hall, pulling you from your thoughts. He stood at the doorway, his tall, imposing figure silhouetted against the moonlight. His crimson eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and something darker.

At first, you had resisted your new existence. The lingering memories of your past life weighed heavily on your shoulders. Every time you caught a glimpse of your reflection, the truth stared back at you: a creature of the night, bound to the very organization you once loathed. It was a bitter irony that tasted like ash on your tongue.

It was worse when he had brought blood for you to feed on. The red liquid was divine to you, yet so wrong you could almost vomit it.

You turned to face him, crossing your arms defensively. “It’s hard to enjoy my ‘job’ when I’m the enemy-turned-lapdog of Hellsing,” you snapped, your frustration spilling over. “I was supposed to fight alongside my comrades, not be a pawn in your games.”

Alucard stepped forward, the shadows enveloping him like a cloak. “Ah, but you see, my dear,” he said, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, “you are no mere pawn. You are a unique creature now, a blend of our two worlds. You should embrace this. You are part of something greater than your previous life.”

“Greater?” you echoed, your voice laced with disbelief. “I’ve lost everything. My humanity, my friends… my freedom.”

With a swift movement, Alucard was in front of you, his face mere inches from yours. “Freedom is an illusion, and you know it,” he whispered, his voice low and seductive. “You were never truly free before. You fought against an inevitable fate and by those hands, you would die either way.”

His proximity sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and an odd sense of safety. Alucard was undeniably powerful, but there was something else in his gaze — a twisted sense of affection, an unyielding desire to keep you close. It was as if you were a treasure he had claimed, and now he would do everything to protect his possession.

“Look around you,” he continued, gesturing with a sweeping motion. “You are surrounded by those who would have killed you without a second thought. But you have me now. You are safe.”

“Safe?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “You mean under your watchful eye, ready to dispose of me at any moment if I step out of line?”

Alucard chuckled softly, an unsettling sound that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of harming you. You are mine, and I protect what is mine.”

“Great. So I’m a possession now,” you replied sarcastically, stepping back to create distance between you. “What a comforting thought.”

He tilted his head, studying you with an intensity that made your skin crawl. “You misunderstand. We share a connection that transcends the bounds of life and death.”

You had lost everything you once held dear, and the notion of belonging somewhere, even in this twisted sense, was both intoxicating and terrifying.

“What does that mean for me?” you asked, your voice quieter now, vulnerability seeping through your bravado. “Am I just another soldier in your never-ending war?”

“No,” he replied firmly, his tone serious now. “You are more than that. You will learn to harness your powers, to control your hunger. In time, you will find your place within this organization, and you will become a force to be reckoned with. But first, you must accept who you are now.

A satisfied smile broke across Alucard’s face, revealing sharp fangs that glinted in the moonlight. "Embrace your power, and you may find that you enjoy this new life more than you expected.”

His words lingered in the air, a heavy promise that felt both enticing and daunting. You wanted to resist, to deny the truth of your new existence, but something deep inside you stirred — an ember of hope ignited by Alucard’s conviction.

You could still have a place somewhere?

“Fine,” you finally said, meeting his gaze with newfound determination. “If I’m going to be part of this, I’ll do it on my own terms. I won’t let you — or anyone — control me.”

As he stepped back, giving you space, you felt a strange sense of belonging beginning to take root. Despite the darkness of your past and the uncertainty of your future, there was something about Alucard’s unwavering loyalty that offered a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, you could carve out a new identity within the walls of Hellsing, one that was both fierce and free.

With the moon shining down upon you, you realized that while your journey would be fraught with challenges, you were no longer alone. Alucard was there, a constant presence in your life, guiding you through the darkness, and for better or worse, he had chosen you to be part of his world.

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yua0ra · 5 months ago

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𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

WARNINGS: mattheo riddle x fem!reader, insomnia. smoking, slow burn, big time skips, SFW, not proofread, english is not my first language

fluff ☏

SUMMARY: Unable to sleep after your father’s hospitalization, you find yourself drawn to the Astronomy Tower, searching for peace in the quiet hours. There, you cross paths with Mattheo Riddle, who seems to share your restlessness. As you spend more time together, exchanging secrets under the stars, the connection between you deepens. But with every shared moment, the line between comfort and something more begins to blur, leaving you both wondering what exactly you’re seeking in the stillness of the night.

WC: +1.5K AN: ENJOY! <3 Unfortunately a little too inspired by my own insomnia. guys rest!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

The word “sleep” had almost vanished from your vocabulary. Instead, insomnia crept into your life like an unwelcome guest, a constant presence in your nights. Ever since the news of your father’s hospitalization, you’d found yourself unable to rest, your thoughts racing endlessly. The worry gnawed at you, carving out a hollow ache in your chest that no amount of distraction could fill.

Days passed in a blur of exhaustion. The sunlight felt too bright, conversations too loud, and every small inconvenience seemed insurmountable when paired with the weight of your restless nights. Your friends tried to offer comfort, but their well-meaning words only scratched the surface of what you were feeling.

In the evenings, when the castle grew quiet and the common room emptied out, you found yourself drawn to the Astronomy Tower.

It wasn’t planned; it just happened. The cold stone, the wide-open sky, and the distant hum of the stars seemed to dull the sharp edges of your thoughts, if only for a little while. It was during one of these late-night escapes that you discovered you weren’t the only one seeking solace beneath the stars.

The first time you saw him there, you almost left.

Mattheo Riddle stood leaning against the stone railing, a cigarette perched between his fingers, the glow of its ember flickering in the darkness. He looked so out of place and yet entirely at home, the moonlight catching in his dark curls and reflecting in his sharp, watchful eyes.

“You planning to just stand there?” he asked without turning to look at you, his voice low and rough with a teasing edge.

Caught, you hesitated before stepping forward. “Didn’t think anyone else came up here.” His gaze flicked to you then, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Didn’t think you were the stargazing type.” You shrugged, moving to sit on the ledge a few feet away from him.

“I’m not. Just… couldn’t sleep.”

He studied you for a moment, then nodded as if he understood.

“Insomnia club, huh? Welcome to the party.” He gestured to the stars above.

“They’re not much for conversation, but they don’t judge either.”

- ★、

The nights started blending together, each one bringing you back to the Astronomy Tower, where Mattheo was always waiting. Sometimes he was leaning against the railing, other times he was sprawled lazily on the ground, his head tilted back as he smoked.

“What keeps you up?” you asked one night, the two of you sitting side by side on the cold stone ledge.

He exhaled a slow stream of smoke, the scent of tobacco mingling with the crisp night air. “Lots of things. Life, mostly. Expectations.” He glanced at you. “You?”

You hesitated, then spoke quietly. “My dad. He’s in the hospital. It’s been… hard to stop thinking about it.”

For once, Mattheo didn’t tease. He nodded, his expression softening. “That’s rough. I get it. Sometimes your brain just doesn’t know how to shut up.”

From then on, the conversations grew deeper.

Mattheo wasn’t just the cocky, sharp-tongued Slytherin you’d thought he was. There was a quiet intensity to him, a depth that revealed itself in fragments during your late-night talks. He spoke of the pressure of living up to a name he didn’t fully embrace, of the weight of expectations he never asked for.

“You know what helps?” he said one night, breaking the somber mood.

“What?”

“Cigarettes.” He held one out to you with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes. “Right, because ruining my lungs will fix all my problems.”

He chuckled, lighting it for you anyway. “No, but it gives your hands something to do while your brain spirals.”

You took it hesitantly, coughing on the first inhale. He laughed, the sound rich and warm, and for a moment, you forgot about the heaviness in your chest.

- ★、

Seasons changed, and your nights with Mattheo became a lifeline.

He started bringing books with him, stolen from the library, and the two of you would take turns reading under the moonlight.

Sometimes he’d pick tragic romances just to hear you scoff at the melodrama; other times, he’d choose absurd tales that had you both laughing until your sides hurt.

One night, as the wind bit at your skin and the stars glittered above, Mattheo nudged your arm with a small leather-bound book.

“What’s this?” you asked.

“Something different,” he said, his voice unusually soft. “Open it.”

You did, finding not a story but blank pages.

“It’s for you,” he explained. “Thought maybe writing it out might help. Y’know, the stuff you can’t say out loud.”

You stared at the book, your throat tightening. “Mattheo, I—”

“Don’t make it weird,” he interrupted, smirking to cover his vulnerability. “Just… thought it might help.”

You smiled, touched by the gesture. “Thank you.”

Winter was around the corner, and as the nights grew colder, you found yourself sitting closer to him, your shoulders brushing occasionally. The proximity was both comforting and electrifying, an unspoken tension simmering beneath the surface.

- ★、

One particularly clear night, the two of you lay side by side on the stone floor, staring up at the stars.

The silence between you was comfortable, the kind that spoke volumes without needing words.

“Do you ever feel like the world’s too big?” you asked suddenly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mattheo turned his head to look at you, his dark eyes searching yours.

“Sometimes. But then I remember it’s also small enough for moments like this.” He hesitated before adding, “Small enough for someone like you to matter.”

Your breath caught, the sincerity in his words cutting through the night like a blade. You turned your gaze back to the stars, unsure how to respond. You shivered as the wind whipped through the tower.

Without a word, Mattheo shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. “Thanks,” you murmured, pulling it tighter around yourself. He sat beside you, his knee brushing yours. “You looked like you were about to freeze.” You chuckled softly, the sound carrying in the quiet. “Guess I owe you one.”

“You owe me more than one,” he teased, but his voice lacked its usual sharpness. Instead, it was laced with something softer, something unspoken.

Silence fell between you again, and you found yourself glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. His features were illuminated by the moonlight, every sharp line and curve softened by its glow. There was something about him that made your chest tighten, an ache that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

“Mattheo,” you said quietly, breaking the silence. He turned to you, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “Yeah?” You hesitated, your heart pounding. The words you wanted to say felt too big, too heavy. Instead, you leaned closer, your breath hitching as you searched his gaze for any sign of hesitation. He didn’t pull away.

Slowly, as if testing the waters, his hand brushed against yours, his fingers curling around yours. The touch was warm, grounding, and it sent a shiver down your spine. Neither of you spoke.

The air between you crackled with tension, and for a moment, the rest of the world faded away. Then, in a single heartbeat, he leaned in, his forehead resting lightly against yours.

“You’re impossible,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “So are you,” you whispered back, a small smile tugging at your lips. He chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin.

“Guess that makes us even.”

The kiss didn’t come that night, but it didn’t need to. The closeness, the unspoken connection between you, was enough—for now.

- ★、

Over the next few nights, the tension between you grew, unspoken but impossible to ignore.

Every brush of his hand against yours, every lingering glance, every shared laugh beneath the stars felt like a step closer to something inevitable.

And then, one night, it finally happened.

You were standing by the railing, your breath visible in the cold air, when Mattheo moved to stand beside you.

His hand brushed yours, and this time, he didn’t pull away. Instead, he turned to you, his dark eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite name.

Before you could overthink it, he cupped your cheek with one hand, his thumb brushing gently against your skin. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while,” he admitted, his voice low and steady. You didn’t have time to respond before he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both soft and certain. It was as though every unspoken word, every lingering glance, every shared moment had led to this. When he pulled back, his gaze searched yours, a small smile playing on his lips.

“You’re trouble, you know that?” You smiled back, your heart racing. “Takes one to know one.”

From that night on, the Astronomy Tower became more than just a refuge. It became the place where you found something you hadn’t realized you’d been searching for someone who understood you, someone who made the sleepless nights a little brighter.

Beneath the stars, you and Mattheo carved out a world of your own, one where worry and exhaustion faded, if only for a little while. And for the first time in what felt like forever, you began to believe that healing was possible.

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luverine · 7 months ago

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ᖭི༏ᖫྀ Luan (Mothman) x fem! reader

How Luan got his name. // nsfw // MDNI // scratching // breeding // cockwarming // no proof read // word count: 0.8k

“You like the moon?” you ask softly, pointing towards the glowing orb that casts a pale light, making the cold night air shimmer.

The creature beside you lets out a soft chirp, a high-pitched sound that seems to tell agreement.

You hum, taking in his ethereal form- tall, dark, and lean with sleek fur. His eyes, wide and the deepest shade of ruby, reflect the moonlight. He’s gorgeous.

“You’re kind of like the moon, ya know,” you murmur, your gaze trailing over him. “Lunar, dark, quiet… breathtaking.”

A shuddering breath escapes your lips as he steps closer, the heat radiating from his body enveloping you despite the chill in the air. He lowers his head so that it's above yours, warmth seeping into your skin.

He traces his clawed fingers along the curve of your neck to your cheek, it tickles making you giggle. Turning to face him fully, you rise on tiptoe and nuzzle into the soft, downy fur of his neck.

“You always feel so nice. You’re always so… magnificent.” You let out a quiet laugh. “just like the-.”

A sudden thought brightens your eyes. “Luna! That should be your name.”

He tilts his head, a deep, rumbling whine vibrating through his chest. He glances between you and the moon, a silent request for something that feels sincere.

“Okay, okay,” you soothe, rubbing your thumb gently against his cheek. “Something more personal, more… you.”

——

The next morning, you immerse yourself in your small, beloved library, pouring over historical texts and old-time lore. Mythology and folklore have always been a passion of yours. Page after page, book after book, until you stumble upon the literature “Luan Zhi”- beautiful, virtuous wings… also referred to the moon.

“Perfect!” you exclaim, feeling a rush of excitement. This name would suit him perfectly. You can’t wait to share it with him!

——

That evening, you find him perched in his usual spot. Your fingers brush over his wings, marveling at the blend of black and white fuzz that feels softer than silk.

“I found a name for you,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. He’s already watching you, those dark ruby eyes gleaming with curiosity.

He lets out a soft, encouraging chirp, urging you to continue. You can see the anticipation flicker in his gaze.

“Luan,” you say with a smile. “Wings of the moon… my Luan.”

His eyes widen, sparkling like diamonds as he absorbs the meaning. In one fluid motion, he pulls you against him, his face pressing into the crook of your neck. His hold is tight, desperate, as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away.

A deep, resonant purr emanates from his chest as he breathes you in, his mind clouded with need. He’s intoxicated by the warmth of your scent, memories of being inside you flaring up with an almost painful intensity. His claws sink into your sides, drawing a soft yelp from your lips.

Luan pauses, concern flitting across his face as he checks if you’re unharmed. You nod, fingers threading through the thick fur at his nape. Your cheeks burn with arousal, a slick heat pooling between your thighs.

“Luan,” you gasp, your voice trembling with need. “I need you…”

His length, already hardening, presses insistently against you. Without hesitation, you peel away the fabric that separates your bodies, baring yourself to him. His fur spikes with arousal as he takes in the sight, his claws gently tracing over your wet folds, drawing out soft whimpers from your lips.

You’re grinding desperately against his touch, soaking his fingers with your slick. It’s too much for both of you; your desire has reached a high. With a trembling hand, you grasp his thick, curved shaft, guiding the pointed tip to your entrance. Slowly, you sink down onto him, the stretch of his girth drawing a moan from deep in your throat.

His claws dig into your hips, pulling you down onto his lap as he ruts up into you, the force making you gasp. Your chests are pressed flush together, your nails tangling in the plush fur at his neck. His thrusts are urgent, each one driving you higher, closer to the edge.

“I’m going to come- oh, gods, please, Luan, come inside me!” Your words are muffled against his fur as you clench around him, your climax crashing over you in a wave of bliss. He groans, a guttural sound, as he spills deep within you, his grip never wavering, holding you in place to fill you completely.

Breathless, you collapse against him, your head resting on his shoulder. “I love you, Luan,” you murmur softly, glazed eyes fluttering shut. His arms remain wrapped around you, keeping his softening length buried in you, possessive and gentle, as if he could keep you safe from the world forever.

And in this moment, in the quiet of the night beneath the watchful glow of the moon, you know he will never let you go.

A/N: Welp that’s Luan idk what else to do for him… anyways likes, reblogs, comments appreciated ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

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littlelamy · 8 months ago

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rafe x 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚's𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭!𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

the grand cameron estate glistened under the soft glow of twinkling lights, casting a warm ambiance over the annual charity event.

guests dressed in the finest couture mingled, clinking champagne glasses and exchanging laughter. rafe cameron, leaning against the marble bar, exhaled deeply, scanning the room out of habit rather than interest.

he was used to these events: wealthy people, meaningless small talk, and endless flaunting of status. nothing caught his eye.

until you walked in.

the moment you stepped through the large glass doors, rafe’s attention snapped to you. you weren’t just another guest; you were magnetic, a vision in a sleek, curve-hugging gown that shimmered under the lights. the dress cascaded down your form, accentuating every perfect line, and the way you moved was effortless, a confident grace that could only come from someone used to turning heads.

a victoria’s secret angel. he’d seen your face plastered on billboards and magazines, but in person, you were something else entirely, an intoxicating blend of beauty and power that made him feel out of his depth for the first time in a long time.

you caught him staring, your glossy pink lips curving into a sly smile, knowing the effect you had. instead of looking away, Rafe smirked, raising his glass in a silent toast. he liked a challenge.

it wasn’t long before your paths crossed. you were introduced by a mutual acquaintance, but rafe hardly registered the small talk. his focus was solely on you, your sultry eyes, the subtle scent of your perfume, the way your fingers lightly brushed his arm when you spoke. his skin burned from the brief touch, his pulse quickening with every second in your presence.

"you must be rafe," you said, your voice smooth like honey. "i’ve heard about you."

"only good things, I hope," rafe replied, his voice low, eyes locked onto yours.

you raised an eyebrow. "that depends."

the conversation flowed easily, but there was an undeniable tension between you: electric and charged. with every subtle touch of your hand against his arm, every lingering glance, the room seemed to shrink around you both. the heat of your bodies became impossible to ignore.

at some point, rafe found himself leading you out onto the terrace, where the sounds of the party faded into the background. the night air was cool against your heated skin, but rafe’s hand on the small of your back was warm, steady. his fingers pressed lightly, guiding you closer, and you didn’t resist.

"so, what’s the real reason you’re here tonight?" he asked, his voice thick with curiosity.

you tilted your head, eyes glinting under the moonlight. "same as you, i imagine. to make an impression."

his hand slid lower, his fingers brushing the base of your spine. you didn’t pull away, instead, you stepped closer, your chest grazing his. our breath hitched, but you kept your composure, teasing him with a sly smile.

"you’ve made an impression," he whispered, his lips dangerously close to your ear.

you felt his breath on your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. every inch of your body was aware of how close he was, the heat radiating between you two. your heart raced, but you kept your expression composed, even as his fingers traced the line of your back.

"and what do you plan on doing about it?" you murmured, turning your face toward his, lips nearly brushing his.

rafe’s gaze dropped to your lips, his fingers gripping your waist more firmly now, pulling you flush against him. the space between you had disappeared entirely, and his eyes darkened with an unmistakable hunger.

"i think you know," he said, his voice gravelly, as he leaned in, brushing his lips against your jaw.

you tilted your head back, giving him access, the tension building with every feather-light touch of his lips. his hand slid up, tangling in your hair, tilting your head back to meet his eyes.

“i think you’ll have to show me,” you whispered breathlessly.

rafe didn’t hesitate. he crashed his lips against yours in a searing kiss, his other hand gripping your waist possessively. you melted into him, your hands clutching the front of his shirt as his tongue teased yours, each kiss deeper and more intense than the last.

the world around you dissolved. It was just you and him, the chemistry between you burning hotter with every touch, every kiss. his hands roamed your body, exploring every curve as if he couldn’t get enough of you, and you responded in kind, your body pressing into his as if you needed him to hold you up.

“i’ve never met anyone like you,” rafe murmured against your lips, his hand cupping your cheek now, gentler, but still full of desire.

“good,” you breathed, “because I don’t plan on letting you forget me.”

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seoulzie · 11 months ago

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moonlit walks

WHEREIN: you and soobin find yourselves bored on a quiet night, leading to a spontaneous walk that turns into an adventure

pairing: bf!soobin x reader genre: fluffiest fluff >< warnings: none!

SEUL SPEAKS: ngl i didn't expect much from this but i was giggling while proofreading this

it was one of those evenings where the world seemed to move slower, the minutes dragged on as boredom settled in. you and soobin had been lounging in the living room, flipping through channels, none of which held your interest for more than a few seconds.

with a sigh, you stretched your arms above your head. "i can't believe we're this bored on a saturday night," you groaned.

soobin, lying on the opposite end of the couch, turned his head to look at you. his eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and curiosity. "wanna go for a walk?" he suggested, a small smile playing on his lips.

you raised an eyebrow but couldn't help but smile back. "a walk? now?"

"yeah, why not? it's a nice night," he said, already pushing himself off the couch. "come on, it'll be fun."

his enthusiasm was contagious. you quickly grabbed your jacket, and within minutes, you were both stepping out into the cool, crisp air of seoul. the streets were quiet, the usual hustle and bustle of the city subdued in the late hour. the streetlights cast a warm, golden glow, creating an almost magical atmosphere.

as you walked, the conversation flowed easily. soobin told you about a funny incident that happened during his last practice, and you shared a story from work that had you both laughing. the city seemed to embrace your laughter, echoing it back to you.

"you know," soobin said after a while, "i heard there's a bus that goes to the beach from here. it runs late at night."

your eyes widened in surprise. "really?"

soobin's grin widened. "wanna go? we could catch the night bus and be at the beach in no time."

you hesitated for only a moment before nodding eagerly. "let's do it."

the spontaneity of the plan added a thrill to the adventure. you both found the bus stop and, after a short wait, climbed aboard the nearly empty bus. the city lights flickered past the windows as the bus made its way to the coast. you and soobin continued talking, sharing stories and dreams, the conversation flowing as smoothly as the bus along the quiet roads.

when the bus finally reached the beach, you stepped off and felt the cool sand beneath your feet. the ocean stretched out before you, the moonlight reflecting off the waves, creating a shimmering path across the water. the air was crisp and salty, a refreshing change from the city’s confines.

"this is beautiful," you whispered, taking in the serene scene.

"yeah, it is," soobin agreed, but when you turned to look at him, you realized his eyes were on you, not the beach.

a blush crept up your cheeks, and you quickly looked away, focusing on the waves. you walked closer to the water's edge, the gentle waves lapping at your feet. soobin followed, and the two of you stood there in comfortable silence, listening to the soothing sounds of the ocean.

the beach was a world of its own at night. the distant lights of the city were faint glows on the horizon, and above, the stars twinkled in the clear sky. the rhythmic sound of the waves crashing gently against the shore was a soothing lullaby, calming your thoughts.

you both sat down on the sand, your shoulders brushing against each other. the sand was cool and soft, and you leaned back, supporting yourself with your hands. the ocean spread out before you, a vast, dark expanse, its surface shimmering with moonlight.

soobin spoke softly, his voice blending seamlessly with the sound of the waves. "i've always loved the beach at night. it's so peaceful. it makes you feel like you're the only two people in the world."

you nodded, feeling the same sense of tranquility wash over you. "it's like time stops here. all the worries and stress just fade away."

soobin smiled, his gaze fixed on you. "yeah, exactly."

after a while, the conversation faded into a comfortable silence. you leaned your head on soobin's shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath. the sound of the waves, the cool breeze, and the warmth of soobin beside you created a perfect moment of serenity.

the moon cast a silvery glow on the water, and the stars above seemed to dance in the night sky. you closed your eyes for a moment, soaking in the peaceful atmosphere. when you opened them again, you found soobin looking at you, his expression soft and sincere.

"hey," soobin said softly, breaking the silence. "you know what i've realized?"

"hmm?" you murmured, your eyes half-closed as you enjoyed the peaceful moment.

"i realized that the view is amazing, but it's even better when i'm with you."

you lifted your head to look at him, your heart skipping a beat at the sincerity in his eyes.

he smiled, a hint of shyness in his expression. "being here with you makes everything more special."

your heart swelled with affection, and you reached out to take his hand, intertwining your fingers. "i love you."

soobin's eyes softened with emotion. he gently squeezed your hand and leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a sweet, tender kiss under the moonlight. the world around you seemed to disappear, leaving just the two of you in that perfect moment of love and serenity.

for the rest of the night, you stayed by the water, talking about everything and nothing, sharing dreams and secrets under the starry sky. as the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, you both reluctantly stood up, knowing it was time to head back.

walking back to the bus stop, you felt a sense of contentment settle over you. the night had been magical, filled with laughter, meaningful conversations, and moments of silence that spoke volumes.

as you boarded the bus and headed back to the city, soobin held your hand, his thumb gently tracing patterns on your skin. you leaned against him, feeling closer to him than ever before.

the city was waking up as you returned, but you felt like you were in a bubble of your own, a shared experience that had brought you even closer together. and as you walked back to your apartment, you knew that this night would be a memory you'd cherish forever, a testament to the magic of spontaneity and the beauty of being together.

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pinkmoontaco · 4 months ago

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It all started at a survival show || Boo Seungkwan Pt. 2

Pairing: Idol Seungkwan X Idol Reader Genre: Fluff, Idol romance Summary: Y/n, a reserved and confident idol, meets Seungkwan, SEVENTEEN's lively vocalist, on a survival show. Initially rivals, their playful competition evolves into mutual respect and a budding connection as they navigate challenges together. Despite their contrasting personalities, Seungkwan’s warmth and unintentional care for Y/n soften her aloofness, and their chemistry becomes undeniable. Author's Note: Please give it lots of love and support! Don’t forget to leave your thoughts and comments—they mean so much to me and help me improve. Your feedback and encouragement keep me motivated to keep writing. Thank you for being patient and sticking with me. Love you guys. And also feel free to make any request for any other members or other groups Pt.1 _ Pt.2

The following day, the atmosphere between Y/n and Seungkwan felt different. It wasn’t something either of them acknowledged out loud, but the air carried an unspoken softness—a shift neither was quite ready to name.

Rehearsals began as usual, but Seungkwan was unusually attentive, adjusting the mic height for Y/n without her asking and offering her water during breaks. Y/n, typically guarded, found herself laughing more at his jokes and leaning into his playful banter.

During one particularly intense practice, Y/n struggled with a high note. She sighed in frustration, shaking her head.

“Relax,” Seungkwan said gently, stepping closer. “You’re overthinking it.”

“I’m not,” Y/n countered, though her tone lacked conviction.

“You are,” Seungkwan insisted, placing his hands lightly on her shoulders. “Close your eyes.”

“What?”

“Trust me.”

Hesitating for a moment, Y/n complied.

“Now,” Seungkwan said softly, his voice close to her ear, “just feel the music. Don’t think about the note. Just let it come naturally.”

Y/n took a deep breath, and when she sang again, the note flowed effortlessly, clear and pure.

She opened her eyes, surprised. “How did you—”

Seungkwan smiled, stepping back. “Told you. Sometimes you just need to let go.”

Y/n’s gaze lingered on him, her chest tightening in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

That evening, after their practice ended, Seungkwan and Y/n found themselves walking back to the dorms together. The night was calm, the cool breeze carrying the faint scent of flowers.

“Long day, huh?” Seungkwan said, stretching his arms behind his head.

Y/n nodded. “But productive.”

They walked in comfortable silence for a while until Seungkwan spoke again. “You know, I wasn’t sure about this duet thing at first.”

“Really?” Y/n asked, her tone teasing. “I thought you were excited to work with someone as amazing as me.”

Seungkwan laughed. “Oh, don’t get me wrong—I knew you’d be amazing. But I didn’t think we’d… click like this.”

Y/n glanced at him, her expression softening. “I didn’t either,” she admitted quietly.

They reached a small park on the way, and Seungkwan paused. “Let’s sit for a bit,” he said, gesturing to a bench under a tree.

As they sat, the moonlight illuminated their faces, casting a soft glow. Seungkwan leaned back, his eyes on the stars.

“You ever think about what’s next?” he asked.

Y/n tilted her head. “Next for what?”

“For us. After this competition.”

Y/n hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve. “I don’t know,” she said finally. “But I think… I’d like us to stay friends. If that’s okay.”

Seungkwan turned to her, his expression unreadable. “Friends, huh?”

“Yeah,” Y/n said, her voice quieter now. “You’ve… been good for me, Boo. You make things lighter. Easier.”

Seungkwan’s heart skipped a beat at her words, but he managed a smile. “Well, someone has to keep you from overworking yourself.”

They laughed softly, the sound blending with the rustling leaves.

The next day, Y/n arrived at the practice room to find a small box on the piano. A note was taped to it, written in Seungkwan’s messy handwriting.

“For the perfectionist who forgets to take breaks. - Boo”

Inside was a collection of her favorite snacks and a small keychain shaped like a music note. Y/n stared at the gift, warmth spreading through her chest.

When Seungkwan walked in moments later, she held up the box. “What’s this?”

“A little something to keep you going,” he said casually, though his grin betrayed his excitement. “Thought you could use it.”

Y/n shook her head, smiling despite herself. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Unbelievably thoughtful,” Seungkwan corrected, winking.

Y/n laughed softly, tucking the keychain into her pocket. “Thank you, Boo.”

Her voice was so genuine, so soft, that Seungkwan felt his chest tighten.

“Anytime,” he said, his usual playful tone replaced with something more sincere.

As the competition progressed, their duet became the talk of the studio. Producers praised their chemistry, and fellow contestants marveled at how seamlessly their voices blended.

One evening, after a particularly grueling rehearsal, Y/n and Seungkwan sat side by side on the studio floor, sharing a bag of chips.

“You know,” Seungkwan said, breaking the silence, “this whole rivalry thing we started feels… silly now.”

Y/n smiled. “A little. But it pushed us, didn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Seungkwan agreed, his voice quieter now. “But I think… it’s more than that. You’ve pushed me in ways I didn’t expect.”

Y/n’s eyes met his, her heart skipping a beat. “You’ve done the same for me.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of their unspoken feelings hanging in the air.

And though neither said the words, both knew they were on the edge of something deeper, something they weren’t quite ready to name.

The announcement came during their usual morning briefing.

“For this week’s episode,” the producer began, “we’ve invited some special guests to add a bit of fun and excitement. Please welcome SEVENTEEN!”

The room erupted in murmurs, contestants exchanging excited whispers. Seungkwan, however, froze.

“Oh no,” he muttered under his breath, already imagining the chaos his group members would bring.

Y/n, sitting beside him, raised an eyebrow. “What’s the big deal? Aren’t you excited to see them?”

“You don’t know them like I do,” Seungkwan replied, a hint of dread in his voice. “They’ll turn this into a circus. And I—”

“Boo Seungkwan!”

A familiar voice cut through the chatter as the doors opened. The members of SEVENTEEN filed in, their presence commanding as always. Jeonghan, as expected, was the first to find Seungkwan, pulling him into a dramatic hug.

“Our Boo is a star now!” Jeonghan declared, his voice dripping with mock pride.

Seungkwan groaned. “Hyung, don’t start—”

But it was too late. Soon, the rest of the members were swarming around him, patting his back, ruffling his hair, and throwing exaggerated praises his way.

“Seungkwan, you didn’t tell us you were this good at duets!” Joshua teased, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“You and Y/n have so much chemistry,” Jun added, emphasizing the word with a sly grin.

At the mention of her name, Y/n, who had been watching the scene unfold with amusement, suddenly found herself the center of attention.

“Ah, so this is Y/n!” Jeonghan said, turning to her with a charming smile. “The famous duet partner.”

“She’s even prettier in person,” Mingyu added, earning a nudge from Wonwoo.

Y/n, uncharacteristically flustered, managed a polite smile. “It’s nice to meet you all.”

“Don’t be shy,” Hoshi chimed in. “Seungkwan talks about you all the time.”

“I do not!” Seungkwan protested, his face turning red.

“Oh, he does,” Vernon confirmed, his expression as stoic as ever but his tone laced with humor. “He doesn’t stop.”

The producers, sensing the comedic potential of SEVENTEEN’s visit, arranged a series of games involving the contestants and the group. The first game was a relay challenge, and naturally, Y/n and Seungkwan were paired together.

“Let’s see how well the duet dream team works under pressure,” Jeonghan quipped as they stood at the starting line.

“Don’t mess this up, Boo,” Y/n teased, her competitive spirit shining through.

“Me? Mess up?” Seungkwan shot back. “You’d better keep up with me!”

The game began, and true to their word, the pair worked seamlessly. Their coordination was impeccable, and their competitive banter had everyone laughing. When they won the challenge, SEVENTEEN erupted in mock cheers, hoisting Seungkwan into the air while teasing him mercilessly.

“Winning and impressing Y/n?” Minghao said with a smirk. “You’re on fire, Seungkwan!”

Y/n laughed, shaking her head. “You’re all so dramatic.”

“You’ll get used to it,” DK said, grinning. “We live to embarrass each other.”

During a break, SEVENTEEN and the contestants gathered in the lounge. Seungkwan tried to blend into the background, but his members had other plans.

“So, Y/n,” Jeonghan began, settling beside her. “What’s it like working with our Seungkwan? Be honest.”

Y/n glanced at Seungkwan, who was glaring daggers at Jeonghan. “He’s... surprising,” she said thoughtfully. “He works hard and has a lot of heart.”

“Aww, did you hear that, Boo?” Joshua teased, slinging an arm around Seungkwan’s shoulders. “She thinks you have heart!”

“Stop,” Seungkwan groaned, burying his face in his hands.

“Oh, we’re just getting started,” Jeonghan said, his grin devilish. “Y/n, do you think Seungkwan is cute?”

The room erupted in laughter, and Y/n, caught off guard, felt her cheeks flush. She met Seungkwan’s wide-eyed stare and decided to play along.

“I think he’s... amusing,” she said, her tone playful.

“Amusing?” Dino repeated, laughing. “That’s a nice way of saying no.”

Seungkwan crossed his arms, feigning indignation. “Amusing? Really? After everything I’ve done for you?”

Y/n smirked. “What can I say? You’re great entertainment.”

As the day wound down, Y/n slipped away from the chaos, needing a moment of quiet. She found a secluded spot in the garden outside the studio, the night air cool against her skin.

She wasn’t alone for long.

“You okay?” Seungkwan’s voice broke the silence, and she turned to see him approaching, his hands shoved into his pockets.

“Just needed some air,” she said.

He sat beside her, their shoulders almost touching. For a moment, they just sat in silence, the distant laughter of SEVENTEEN fading into the background.

“They’re a lot, huh?” Seungkwan said with a small smile.

“They’re fun,” Y/n admitted. “And they clearly care about you.”

Seungkwan looked down, his expression soft. “Yeah, they’re like family. But they’re also relentless.”

Y/n laughed softly. “It’s nice, though. You’re lucky to have them.”

Seungkwan turned to her, his gaze lingering. “I’m lucky for a lot of reasons.”

The weight of his words hung between them, and Y/n felt her heart race. But before she could respond, Seungkwan looked away, a nervous laugh escaping him.

“Anyway,” he said, standing up abruptly, “we should get back before they start searching for us.”

Y/n nodded, standing as well. But as they walked back, her mind lingered on his words—and the way they made her feel.

Y/n spent the rest of the evening replaying Seungkwan’s words in her mind. I’m lucky for a lot of reasons. Was it just a casual comment, or was there more to it? She wasn’t sure, but the thought of it made her chest tighten in a way she hadn’t expected.

Meanwhile, back in the studio, SEVENTEEN was still in full teasing mode.

“Where were you?” Jeonghan asked with a knowing smirk as Seungkwan returned.

“Nowhere,” Seungkwan replied quickly, trying to play it cool.

“Oh, nowhere?” Mingyu teased. “Funny, because we saw Y/n leave too. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

Seungkwan groaned. “Can’t you guys focus on something else for once?”

“Not when this is so much fun,” Woozi said, his rare mischievous grin appearing.

The teasing continued until Y/n walked in, and suddenly the room went quiet. It wasn’t intentional, but the shift in energy was palpable. Y/n glanced around, her eyes briefly meeting Seungkwan’s before she moved to her seat.

Hoshi leaned toward Seungkwan and whispered, “You’re so obvious, it hurts.”

The next day, the producers announced another round of games, this time designed to test the “bond” between the contestants and the SEVENTEEN members. Each SEVENTEEN member paired with a contestant, and of course, Y/n ended up with Seungkwan.

“This is rigged,” Seungkwan muttered as they stood together.

Y/n smirked. “You think I’m bad luck?”

“Not at all,” he shot back. “I just think they’re trying to embarrass me.”

The first game involved blindfolding one partner while the other guided them through an obstacle course. Naturally, Seungkwan was blindfolded, much to the delight of SEVENTEEN, who couldn’t stop laughing at his exaggerated complaints.

“I swear, if I trip and fall, I’m suing everyone here,” Seungkwan grumbled as Y/n led him carefully through the course.

“Stop whining,” Y/n said, her voice tinged with amusement. “Trust me, I’ve got you.”

And he did. Despite his usual dramatics, Seungkwan followed her every instruction, relying on her calm and steady voice. By the end of the course, they finished first, earning cheers from the audience.

“See?” Y/n said, untying his blindfold. “I told you I’d take care of you.”

Seungkwan blinked at her, his usual witty comeback faltering. “Yeah,” he said softly. “You did.”

Later that evening, the contestants and SEVENTEEN shared dinner, and as expected, the group’s antics filled the room with laughter.

“So, Y/n,” S.Coups began, leaning across the table, “what’s it like being paired with Seungkwan?”

“Exhausting,” Y/n replied without missing a beat, her deadpan delivery earning loud laughter.

Seungkwan gasped in mock betrayal. “You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“Oh, she is,” Vernon added, smirking. “That’s why she tolerates you.”

Jeonghan chimed in, grinning. “Or maybe she likes you more than she lets on.”

The room erupted in oohs and cheers, and Y/n, for the first time in a long while, felt her composure slip. She glanced at Seungkwan, who was looking everywhere but at her, his ears turning red.

“You guys are ridiculous,” Y/n muttered, focusing on her food, though her face was undeniably warm.

After dinner, Y/n found herself wandering the studio’s rooftop. The cool night air helped clear her head, and she relished the silence.

“Are you trying to escape them too?”

She turned to see Seungkwan stepping onto the rooftop, his hands shoved into his hoodie pockets.

“Something like that,” she replied.

He walked over and leaned on the railing beside her. “They’re relentless, huh?”

“They mean well,” Y/n said, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Seungkwan chuckled. “That’s one way to put it.”

For a moment, they stood in comfortable silence, the city lights stretching out before them.

“Thanks for today,” Seungkwan said suddenly.

Y/n glanced at him. “For what?”

“For putting up with my chaos. And for trusting me during the games.”

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat at his sincerity. “You’re not as chaotic as you think,” she said softly. “You’ve got heart, remember?”

Seungkwan turned to her, his expression unreadable. “Do you really think that?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I do.”

For a moment, it felt like the world narrowed to just the two of them. The teasing, the games, the chaos—all of it faded into the background.

But before either could say more, the rooftop door swung open, and Mingyu’s voice broke the spell.

“There you are! We’ve been looking for you two!”

Y/n stepped back quickly, her composure snapping back into place. Seungkwan sighed, muttering, “Of course.”

As they followed Mingyu back inside, neither could ignore the lingering warmth of the moment they’d shared.

The final day of the show arrived, and the atmosphere was electric. Tension was high as the contestants and SEVENTEEN members prepared for the last round of games. The final challenge would determine the winner, and the stakes had never been higher.

Y/n stood backstage, glancing over the list of final activities. She felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. Her team had done well so far, but today was different. Today, everything would be decided.

“You nervous?” Seungkwan’s voice broke through her thoughts, and she turned to find him standing beside her, a playful smile on his face.

“A little,” she admitted, trying to hide her nervousness behind a smile.

“Well, don’t be,” Seungkwan said confidently. “I’m here to win this thing for both of us. You’ve got me on your team.”

Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle at his unshakeable confidence. “I’ll hold you to that.”

Just then, the host appeared, ushering everyone onto the stage for the final competition. The tension in the air was palpable as the contestants lined up, ready for the ultimate test.

“Welcome to the final round!” the host announced, raising their arms. “Today, the contestants and their special guest partners will face a series of challenges that will test their teamwork, creativity, and of course, their will to win! Are you ready?”

The crowd cheered, and the atmosphere became charged with anticipation.

The first part of the final challenge was a quiz, testing each contestant’s knowledge of their partners, their careers, and the things they had learned over the course of the show. It was clear from the start that Seungkwan’s teamwork with Y/n was flawless.

“Question one: What was Y/n’s first solo performance?”

Seungkwan answered without hesitation. “The Voice on the second episode.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, impressed. “You actually remembered that?”

“I’m not just a pretty face,” Seungkwan joked, but there was a glint of something more in his eyes.

The quiz continued, and Seungkwan’s quick wit and knowledge kept them ahead. The crowd roared as they got every answer correct. But the final task was a creative challenge—an impromptu duet performance.

The contestants were given thirty minutes to come up with a song and a choreography that they would perform live. Seungkwan and Y/n exchanged a look, silently agreeing to give it their all.

“I know you’re nervous, but we’ve got this,” Seungkwan whispered to Y/n as they walked toward the stage.

Y/n nodded, her heart racing. “Let’s do it.”

The music began, and the spotlight shone on them. Seungkwan’s energy was infectious, and Y/n found herself swept up in it. She had never been one to show a lot of emotion on stage, but with Seungkwan beside her, she felt like she could do anything.

Their duet was an instant hit. Seungkwan’s vocal power blended seamlessly with Y/n’s smooth, controlled style. Their choreography, though simple, was perfectly synchronized. The chemistry between them was undeniable, and the audience could feel it.

As they hit the final note, they were met with a roar of applause. The crowd was on their feet, and Y/n found herself smiling, genuinely happy in the moment. She glanced at Seungkwan, and the look in his eyes made her heart flutter.

After what felt like an eternity, the host returned to the stage with the final results. “And the winner of this season’s show is…”

The room fell silent as the host paused for dramatic effect.

“Seungkwan and Y/n!”

The crowd erupted into cheers, and Seungkwan jumped up, his arms in the air. “We did it!”

Y/n stood there, stunned for a moment, before a wide smile spread across her face. She laughed, shaking her head. “We really did.”

Seungkwan pulled her into a celebratory hug, lifting her off the ground. “I told you we were winning.”

Y/n chuckled, her heart swelling with warmth. “Yeah, you did.”

As the celebrations continued, Seungkwan’s members rushed over to congratulate him. But instead of the usual teasing, there was a sense of pride in their eyes.

“You were incredible out there,” Jeonghan said, clapping him on the back.

“We knew you had it in you,” Joshua added with a grin.

Y/n stood beside Seungkwan, watching as the group celebrated together. Despite the loud cheers and chatter, Seungkwan turned to her, a soft smile on his face.

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he said quietly, his voice sincere.

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat at his words, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away. She smiled back at him. “I think we made a pretty good team.”

Seungkwan’s smile widened. “Yeah. I think so too.”

The night continued with laughter, celebration, and the joy of winning. But amidst all the noise, Y/n couldn’t help but think back to that moment on the rooftop—the quiet connection they had shared. Her feelings for Seungkwan were undeniable now, but for the first time, she felt like they were both ready to explore where those feelings could take them.

And as the night wore on, Seungkwan found her again, his eyes searching hers in the midst of the chaos. “You know, I’ve got a lot of reasons to be grateful for today.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Do tell.”

“Well, first of all, we won,” Seungkwan said with a playful grin. “But also, because I think I’m starting to understand how lucky I am to have you by my side.”

Y/n’s heart fluttered at his words, and she couldn’t help but smile. “I think I’m starting to feel the same way.”

For once, the teasing, the games, and the laughter didn’t matter as much as the quiet truth between them. And though neither of them spoke the words out loud, in that moment, they both knew—this was just the beginning of something special.

The celebration had finally come to an end, but the quiet of the night wrapped around the city like a warm blanket. SEVENTEEN’s members had all left for the hotel, but Seungkwan and Y/n found themselves lingering behind, both of them content to avoid the crowds for a while longer.

As they stepped outside the building, the cool night air hit them, and Y/n wrapped her arms around herself.

“Cold?” Seungkwan asked, his voice soft as he moved closer to her.

“A little,” she admitted, but her eyes sparkled with something more than just the cool night air.

Seungkwan took a step toward her, his expression serious for the first time all night. “I’ve been thinking,” he said, his tone slower, more deliberate.

Y/n looked up at him, a small frown forming on her face. “About what?”

He hesitated for a moment before he took another step closer, their faces mere inches apart. The laughter and noise from the celebration inside seemed to fade into the background as the world around them shrank down to just the two of them.

“I’ve been thinking about us,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n’s breath caught in her throat. She had known this moment would come, but now that it was here, it felt surreal.

“Seungkwan…” she began, but he raised a hand, gently stopping her.

“I don’t know when it happened, or how it happened, but I know one thing for sure,” Seungkwan said, his gaze never leaving hers. “Somewhere along the way, I stopped just seeing you as my teammate… and started seeing you as something much more.”

Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the warmth of his words sink into her. The vulnerability in his eyes mirrored her own, and she couldn’t help but take a small step forward.

“Seungkwan, I…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Seungkwan gently cupped her face with one hand, his thumb brushing lightly over her cheek. The touch sent a wave of warmth through her, and Y/n’s breath hitched in her throat. She felt as if she were frozen in place, caught between the words they hadn’t yet said and the pull of something more profound that was quietly building between them.

“I’ve been trying to figure out how to say this, but I think it’s simple,” Seungkwan said, his voice shaking just slightly. “I like you, Y/n. I really, really like you. And I don’t want to hide it anymore. Not from you, not from anyone.”

The sincerity in his voice made Y/n’s heart race. She had felt it too—this growing connection, this spark between them—but hearing him say the words aloud made her feel as though the world had stopped spinning for just a moment.

“I like you too, Seungkwan,” she said, her voice soft but sure.

And just like that, everything fell into place. Without another word, Seungkwan leaned forward, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that felt like it had been a long time coming.

The kiss was gentle at first, a tentative brush of lips that made Y/n’s heart race all the more. But as Seungkwan deepened the kiss, pulling her closer, the world around them seemed to fade entirely. It was just them, lost in the moment, in the warmth of each other’s touch.

Seungkwan’s hand moved to the small of her back, guiding her closer as he deepened the kiss once again, his lips moving against hers with a tenderness that made her feel both cherished and wanted. Y/n responded in kind, her hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the beat of his heart as if it matched her own.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathing heavily, their foreheads resting together as they looked into each other’s eyes.

“I never thought I’d feel like this,” Y/n whispered, her fingers still gently tracing the edge of Seungkwan’s jacket.

“I didn’t either,” he admitted with a soft laugh, his thumb brushing against her cheek again. “But I’m glad we do.”

Y/n smiled, her heart still pounding in her chest. “Me too.”

They stood there for a few moments, simply enjoying the stillness of the night and the soft glow of the city lights. In that moment, it was as if everything had fallen into place, and all the challenges, the rivalry, and the teasing had led them here—together, on the cusp of something beautiful.

And though neither of them spoke it out loud, they both knew that this was only the beginning.

Dating Seungkwan was like stepping into a whirlwind of energy and affection. It wasn’t just that he was sweet—though he certainly was—it was the way he showered her with attention, affection, and care, every single day. Y/n quickly learned that being in a relationship with him meant constant little gestures that melted her heart, no matter how small.

It was a lazy afternoon, and the two of them were lounging on the couch in Y/n’s apartment, enjoying the quiet. The faint sound of music played in the background, but the only thing that mattered was the warmth of Seungkwan’s hand in hers. His fingers intertwined with hers as if they belonged there, and he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

“You’re so cute,” he murmured, nuzzling his face into her hair.

Y/n chuckled softly, her heart swelling with affection. “You’re the one who’s cute,” she said, her voice teasing.

Seungkwan pulled away just slightly, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “I need more than just a cute compliment, you know,” he said, tapping his lips. “You can’t just call me cute and leave me hanging.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, but before she could protest, Seungkwan leaned in, capturing her lips in a quick but affectionate kiss. He lingered there, his hand gently cupping her face, as if he could never get enough of her.

When they pulled apart, he grinned, a playful glint in his eyes. “There. That’s better.”

Y/n shook her head, laughing softly. “You’re insatiable.”

“I know, right?” Seungkwan said with a wink, nuzzling her once more. “But it’s because you’re so irresistible.”

She smiled, feeling that familiar flutter in her chest. Being with Seungkwan was always an adventure—whether they were having a quiet moment or making each other laugh until their sides hurt. But there was one thing Y/n had quickly realized: Seungkwan was a very affectionate boyfriend, and he didn’t hesitate to show it.

Whether they were out in public or curled up together at home, Seungkwan never shied away from holding her hand, kissing her cheek, or simply leaning into her side. It wasn’t just when they were alone either. If they were with his members, he’d find ways to sneak little moments of affection—his fingers grazing hers under the table, a soft kiss on her forehead when no one was looking, or an arm around her shoulder as they walked together.

One night, after a late dinner with SEVENTEEN, Seungkwan walked Y/n back to her car, his hand never leaving hers. He was talking animatedly about some inside joke from dinner, but his attention was entirely on her. Every few steps, he’d squeeze her hand, making sure she knew he was there with her.

“Seungkwan,” Y/n said softly, unable to hide the smile that tugged at her lips.

“Hmm?” he replied, turning to look at her. His gaze softened, and he slowed his pace to match hers.

“You know you don’t have to hold my hand all the time,” she teased, though the truth was, she loved it.

“But I want to,” he said without missing a beat. “I’m just… addicted to you, I guess.”

Y/n laughed, her heart feeling warm from the sincerity in his voice. “Addicted to me, huh?”

“Mm-hmm,” Seungkwan affirmed, his smile widening. “Can’t get enough of you. Your smile, your laugh, the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love. I need it all.”

Y/n’s heart fluttered at his words, and she found herself unable to resist pulling him closer. She pressed a kiss to his cheek, and Seungkwan’s face immediately lit up. “I’m glad you do,” she whispered, her fingers still entwined with his.

Later that evening, they settled onto the couch again, and Seungkwan practically melted into her, his head resting on her shoulder as they watched a movie. But even then, he wasn’t content to simply be close—his fingers kept brushing over hers, tracing patterns on her hand.

“You’re so clingy,” Y/n said, half-laughing as he shifted to rest his head on her lap.

Seungkwan glanced up at her with a pout. “Clingy? Or just affectionate?”

“There’s a difference?”

Seungkwan gave her a dramatic look, raising one eyebrow. “Definitely. I’m affectionate, thank you very much.”

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh, running her fingers through his hair. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I know,” he said smugly, his grin making her heart skip a beat. “But you love it.”

And it was true. As much as Seungkwan could be over the top at times with his attention, Y/n found herself falling for it more and more. His constant affection, the way he never hesitated to show her how much he cared, had a way of making her feel like she was the most important person in the world.

One afternoon, after a particularly busy week, Seungkwan showed up at Y/n’s door with a box of her favorite pastries. As soon as she opened the door, he smiled brightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“I brought you a little something,” he said, holding out the box.

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “You’re spoiling me.”

“Is that a complaint?” he teased, stepping into her apartment. He reached out for her hand, pulling her gently toward him. “I just wanted to remind you how much you mean to me.”

Y/n’s heart fluttered, and she couldn’t help but smile. “You already do that every day.”

Seungkwan smiled back, his eyes softening as he held her gaze. “Well, I’ll never stop. I’m going to show you how much you mean to me every chance I get.”

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. It was sweet and soft, filled with all the affection he had for her—an affection he never hesitated to share. Y/n kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck, and for a moment, nothing else mattered except the two of them, caught in their own little world.

“I love you,” Seungkwan whispered as they pulled away, his voice filled with sincerity.

Y/n’s heart raced at the words she had been waiting to hear. “I love you too.”

And with that, the world outside seemed to disappear. All that mattered was the warmth of his hand in hers, the way he pulled her close, and the endless affection that seemed to disappear. All that mattered was the warmth of his hand in hers, the way he pulled her close, and the endless affection that seemed to flow from him every moment they were together.

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