#angst & fluFF

[riverbutghost]

He is much more older than you || 2

(sorry, this is a bit longer than I intended it to be and no more parts are coming, just your imagination ;)) part 1 here || part 3 here!!

You still couldn’t help but think about his words over and over again. It was hurtful, getting scolded from him was always hurtful. But this was something else, he had rejected you.

“Sir,”

You mumbled, and opened the door after he had told you to come in.

You didn’t say a word. You didn’t look at him. What happened to ‘You weren’t going to stop?’ huh?

You didn’t know what to do, God you weren’t that brave either. Your last encounter left something in your heart. A little crack.

You sighed, it was simple. You decided to not say anything if he didn’t, and if he did well, you weren’t sure if you could control your emotions.

“How are you?”

Yeah.

“I’m fine, sir. Have a good day.”

You mumbled and got out. Almost immediately after you left, your chest started tightening. You breathed deeply.

“Hey, long time no see!”

You jumped, all of the folders in your hand dropped to the floor.

“Oh my God, Gaz.”

You exclaimed, and he just laughed. You laughed too after a while, he was back. You started chatting with him, your mind was slowly losing your lieutenant’s words.

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Simon on the other hand, wasn’t feeling all settled.

“Oh my God, Gaz.”

He heard your voice, slight excitement in it. His eyebrows were furrowed immediately. He felt primal, raging as if someone stole his mate.

As your voice were dying down, he got up and locked his door. He pulled off his mask, and rubbed his temple quite aggressively.

“Fuckin’ hell..”

He sighed. He knew he was denying it, everything. He was denying it, because that was easier. Easier than loving you. He knew it, and he hope you did too.

But this wasn’t enough. He was angry, hungry. He didn’t know what he wanted- no he knew. You.

“Sir..?”

He jumped up, grabbed his mask and put it on after hearing your soft, delicate voice.

“Yeah-yeah. Come in.”

You got in, a smile forming on your face. You were in a lighter mood, he assumed.

“Price told me to drop these off..”

You said, while giving him some of the documents that you were carrying. He sighed and thanked you, your scent making him feel.. yeah.

He cleared his throat, and you looked at him. You blinked a few times under your thick long eyelashes. He gave a breath.

“Gaz is back?”

“Yeah, thank god he is alive. Would you like a coffee, sir?”

His thighs tensed, and he fisted his hand. Closing his eyes, he shook his head.

“Are you okay-?”

He panicked, he didn’t want you to see it.

“Get out.”

There it was. You knew it would be like this if you ket your hopes up.

A disappointed sigh left your mouth as you got out of his room. Simon cursed himself, for making you sad again.

He was going to regret this.

He called your name. Yelled it, actually.

You turned around in shock, body tensing as your eyes connected with his’

“Yeah..?”

You mumbled. Confusion spread over your face.

“I. Fuck, come here.”

“What?”

He sighed and got up, steps coming in a hurry. He backed you up into the door, and you gasped quietly. You looked up at him.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

He calmly but firmly said, making your knees go weak.

“What am I doing to you, sir?”

He slammed his fist next to your head, cursing at the same time. You flinched. You liked it. He was finally caving in.

“You and this fuckin’ filthy little mouth. Beautiful little mouth.”

He looked up, almost trying to gain some control.

“Fuck it. I’m done playing games. Get over to the desk. Come on now, pretty girl.”

Your breathing was unsteady, your heart was pounding. You thighs were dripping.

“You asked for it, now get over to the desk. Let’s see if that’s what you want. This sweet little face is gonna be messed up.”

He clicked his tongue and rolled his sleeves up, making you mutter an ‘oh fuck’.

You knees buckled, but he held your waist.

“Now.”

[your-moms-toes]

Heartshot

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Arthur Morgan x Reader

Summary: Taking a ride with Arthur, you found yourself ambushed by O’Driscols, you were shot straight through the stomach..

Angst, fluff, some gore (I’m not good at writing it so)

Not my best work, hopefully you guys like it!

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Arthur rode back to camp as quickly as he could, your weak body sitting in the saddle in front of him. His eyebrows knitted together tightly, a clear testament to the turmoil churning within. He held your limp body against him tightly, staring out at the road ahead. His free arm snapped the reigns of his horse, driving it faster.

"Stay with me, keep those eyes open!" he urged, cradling your weakened form. You had been Ambushed by O'Driscolls during while on your way to town to pick up things for Dutch, a bullet had found you, tearing through your midsection.

Arthur's embrace acted as both a shield and a sanctuary, his palm pressing firmly against your belly to slow the blood that quickly pored out. "We’re Almost to camp, I promise I’ll get you help there." he spoke with hushed urgency.

“Arthur..” you whispered breathlessly. Your hands rested atop of his, pressing it farther into the puncture wound on your stomach. This was the most intense pain you have ever felt, every little movement you made had sent searing pain throughout your body. Your knuckles began to turn white due to how tightly you held his hand, You weren’t meaning to squeeze him so hard.

His horse sprinted through the dense forest, staying on the path that would soon take you to horseshoe overlook. Each hard step the horse took, rocked your body, sending waves of pain through your wound.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you darling.” He whispered gently in your ear, trying to comfort you, all the while trying to keep himself calm as well. He was freaking out, his mind running with possibilities. He was so worried that he wouldn’t make it in time.. that you’d die in his arms.

You fought with all your might to stay strong, but eventually, the weight became too much. Tiny sobs shook your body, betraying the emotions you usually kept hidden.

Arthur could see the camp come into view, a small hopeful sigh escaped his lips. He urged his horse to go faster, matching the pounding rhythm of his heart.

The blood quickly pouring from your wound stained the fabric of your long sleeve shirt. You quickly began to feel light headed by how much blood you were loosing.. not to mention the awful pain.

"Darling, stay with me. Don't close your eyes," Arthur pleaded, tightening his grasp, and pulling you farther into his chest.

He pulled his horse up the road, and into the camp. He skidded to a stop just at the hitching poles, and jumped off, pulling you off his steed, and holding you carefully in his arms.

“Somebody, help!” Arthur called, quickly caring your frail body into camp. You curled farther into him, holding the puncture wound on your stomach tightly, letting out small whimpers and grunts.

You’ve never felt pain like this before. Sure you’ve been shot plenty of times, but in places like your leg and your arm. Never once have you been shot somewhere like this, somewhere so painful, so fatal..

He quickly carried you over to his cot, several other camp members following in tail, either curious if you were okay, or there to help.

Arthur laid you down with utmost care, his arms retreating as he cleared some space around you. "Back up, give her some air!" he yelled out firmly, ensuring no one crowded too close. “Arthur, what happened?” Susan asked him as she rushed over to his tent.

"Susan, she— shes been shot," he said, panic edging his voice as he moved to fetch supplies. "Reverend, we need you. I'll explain later—just help her now!"

Susan pulled up a chair besides the cot, swiping the medical supplies out of Arthur’s hand and placing them onto the night stand besides her.

She wastes no time, her hands find the hem of your shirt, and pull it up, just below your chest so that your whole stomach was exposed.

Your breathing grows heavier, panic coursing through your veins. You knew what was about to happen, and even though you needed it to be done to survive, you were scared. Your chest heaved up and down, eyes fixated on her hands as they grew closer to the bloody hole in your abdomen.

Susan reached her tweezers inside the wound, digging around for the bullet that hadn’t yet left. Your eyes shoot wide, a pained gasp leaving your lips as you began to squirm, instinctively reaching out for Arthur seeking solace and comfort.

"Just hang in there, darling. I ain't goin' anywhere," Arthur comforted, reaching down and placing his hands on your shoulders in a steady grip, offering a sense of comfort amidst the pain and fear, but also keeping you still.

"Just stay still, don’t move.” As the others worked to remove the bullet, Arthur's gaze never left your body, his concern evident in his eyes. He stayed in his spot, trying to keep you as still as possible so they could help you.

The pain shot through you as Susan carefully pried open your wound even farther. The edges of the torn skin exposed muscle underneath, a distressing sight.

In the midst of your groans from the intense pain, Arthur's hands laid on your shoulders, squeezing you slightly, providing comfort and support.

Susan quickly found the piece of lead that was lodged into you, pulling it out and dropping it beside you. Reverend to over, gently rubbing your stomach with a wet towel, cleaning it as best as he could.

"We've got it," Arthur whispered gently, his voice filled with reassurance. You faintly heard what he said as your head began to spin, eyes growing heavy. You knew you were about to loose consciousness..

“Hey— Hey! stay awake!” He spoke quickly, one of his hands going up to your cheek in a way to keep you awake. He could see your fatigue, he knew you were falling asleep.

You felt yourself going limp, your breathing growing slower as you began to succumb to your exhaustion. “I’m so tired..” Arthur’s Heart sank as he heard the last words you managed to say before passing out.

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You awoke with a small gasp, your eyes squinting from the bright morning light. You quickly looked around, trying to piece together what had happened, you noticed the bandages on your body, and the slight ache coursing through your stomach. Confusion filled your mind, and then it all came rushing back—the events of the previous night.

You looked to the side, and there sat Arthur, his hand in yours. He was hunched over your bed, head resting in his palm.

“Arthur..” you whispered, although your voice was rather raspy. You watched as he quickly sat up straight, his eyes wide and his lips agape slightly. “Y/n..” he whispered, hand squeezing yours tightly.

You quickly looked away, not quite to sure what to say. You felt the need to apologize, for everything. For being reckless enough to get shot, and for making him deal with you. You felt like you burdened him.

“Arthur I— I’m sorry.” You shook your head, a frown finding its way to your lips. “I didn’t mean for you to have to deal with my mistakes.. I should have been foolish enough to allow myself to be shot—“

“No, no. Don’t apologize.” He hushed you quickly, shaking his head, bring his other hand up and squeezing your hand even tighter. “It wasn’t your fault, you didn’t ask for any of this to happen.”

His voice was filled with sincerity as he continued. “And I couldn’t bear to see you loose your life. I care about you to much for that.. so taking care of you was really no trouble at all.”

The warmth in your smile didn't wane, even as you attempted to push yourself up to sit. But as you moved, a sharp pain shot through your midsection. You froze, a pained grunt escaping your lips. The discomfort a rude reminder of your injuries. Through the haze of pain, you felt a surge of affection for Arthur, your heart swelling for the man who had stayed by your side through it all.

He quickly realized your hand, scooting one of his arms under your back to help you up. “Careful there.” He warned.

You smiled gratefully at him as he helped prop you up. “I would hug you, but unfortunately I can’t lean forward.” Arthur chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Then let me make it easier for you.”

He moved forwards, and gently pulled your body into a tight embrace, carefully though so he wouldn’t hurt you. He buries his head into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath, breathing in your scent. He never wanted this to end. He was so worried that he was going to loose you, that he was up all night sitting here by your side.

And now that your awake, and okay, sitting in his arms, he couldn’t help but feel over joyed and happy. His grip around you tightened. “Oh Y/n.. I thought I lost you..” he whispered against your neck.

Your face flushed red, as you felt his breath against the sensitive skin of your neck. “Oh Arthur, I ain’t going down that easy.” You joked, a small airy chuckle escaping your lips, but you immediately regretted it as soon as you felt a sharp pain move throughout your belly.

“Careful now.” Arthur pulled back slightly, removing one of his arms from you and bringing it to rest on your stomach lightly as he looked down at it, not realizing just how close your faces were.

Your eyes widened a bit, his face was just inches away from yours. You could feel your heart beating faster in your chest, and by now you forgot all about your pain.

Arthur slowly brought his gaze up to meet yours, his cheeks were tinted a light pink as he realized how close he was. Not that he was complaining.

His hand slowly slipped up, and cupped your cheek, his eyes never leaving you as he did. By now your heart was beating a million miles an hour, and you could feel butterflies settle in the pit of your stomach. Oh god, how badly you just wanted to love forwards and kiss him.

It seemed your prayer had been answered. Your heart skipped a beat as Arthurs hand moved from your cheek to the back of your head, gently moving you forward, and placing his lips atop yours. You closed your eyes and wasted no time in kissing him back. It was a quick, yet passionate kiss, And you could tell he was trying to be gentle with you, considering all that had happened.

A soft whisper escaped your lips as he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that..” you confessed, feeling a mixture of emotions swirling inside you…

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[myg-butterfly]

How Many Things

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi invites you out to a party with him, and in trust, you say yes. But what happens when you lose him in the crowd, just to find him again with someone else by his side? In the midst of panic and longing, you wonder how many things he thinks about before he gets to you.

Tags: Non-Idol AU, Anti-Social Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Angst/Fluff

Warnings: Anxiety, descriptions of panic attacks, Yoongi is an asshole for a minute, some of his friends are big time assholes, insecurities, social anxiety, lots of feelings, Teahyung and Namjoon are sweethearts, crying, jealousy, author's first fic lol.

A/N: HEY HELLO HI!!! This is my first fic that I'm publishing here so pls be gentle 🙏 And if you enjoy, leave feedback, good or bad, I love interactions. This is self-indulgent comfort that I've been thinking about for a long while and I was like ,,,,,, Yoongi got me 🥰🙏 Also this was slightly inspired by Sabrina Carpenter's "how many things" from her album EICS go listen if you want the extra angst. So yeah, enjoy!

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You began to panic, the music was so, so loud, the clattering of dishes and glasses from the bar, the yelling, all the bodies and their humidity, it was all becoming too much, and to your dismay, Yoongi was nowhere to be seen.

You tried to recollect yourself as you began pushing through the crowd, determined on finding him. With every slip past a person, every step and stumble, you grew even more exhausted, but then finally, Yoongi came into view.

He was to the other end of the bar, a smile plastered in all his glory. Whoever he was talking to was clearly making him laugh, and just the sight of him made the tension in your shoulders ease a little bit. You were just about to call out to him, maybe even when fling yourself in his arms, but then-

Then you saw her. The one responsible for the way his face was currently scrunched with a happy grin. They stood close to each other, even as they turned the other way and moved to take a seat together at the bar. They were hand in hand, they looked like the human embodiment of perfection.

You felt your heart deflate as Yoongi pulled out a chair for her, proceeding to signal something to the bartender, the peace sign on his fingers and the pointing between him and her gave you the idea he asked for a drink for both of them. They continued to laugh and talk, and you had to force yourself to look away.

The sight of them made you remember why you hated going out, but even worse, you remembered why you vowed to not get romantically attached to anyone, especially not Yoongi.

The turning of your stomach was becoming hard to ignore, your quick breaths making matters worse. You knew you had to get out of there; with or without Yoongi. So with one last glance at him -who was still engrossed deeply in conversation with the woman next to him, leaning to whisper something in her ear and her reacting in a flustered manner- you fought your way to the door, tears beginning to spill the moment the night breeze greeted you.

As much as you wanted to just run and run and run until your body gave out on you, you knew better than to try and make it back to the dorms by foot.

You sighed defeatedly and pulled out your phone, texting the one person who you knew would be here without fail. As much as you didn't like bothering him (even though he's told you countless times you're not) you knew he'd scold you if you walked home on your own, and a scolding from him was never an enjoyable experience.

Y/N: are you busy rn?

Namjoon: Not currently. Why?

Y/N: can u pls come pick me up

Namjoon: Where are you? Are you safe?

Y/N: yeah, here's my location *📍*

Namjoon: I'll be there in less than 10. Stay put, okay?

Y/N: ok. ty joon.

Putting your phone away, you sat at the nearest bench you found, and attempted to stop the tears from falling further before Namjoon arrived.

But no matter how hard you tried, it was pretty much impossible to not think about why you were out here in the first place. Were you overreacting? Yoongi's allowed to have friends. So why are you so hurt? It's not even like you're together or anything.

In all honesty, you wanted to be mad at them.

You wanted to be mad at him for giving you even the slightest hope that there might be something more between you two.

You wanted to be mad at that girl he was with for being so damn perfect for him, for being everything that you could never begin to come close to.

But deep down you didn't have it in you to be angry at anyone but yourself.

How could you have been so stupid?

You knew that no one would want you romantically, you knew that all he felt for you was pity, that you'd never come first, and yet you still got your hopes up.

You let yourself dream that he wanted you like you wanted him. You believed all those things he said out of pity, all the reassurances and compliments, you knew that they were nothing but him simply being who he is; a naturally kind person.

You knew all of this, so why the hell were you crying? Why were you walking out and aimlessly trying to find anywhere else to go?

'Pathetic' you scoffed at yourself. You were being immature, everything everyone else had said about you was true. You were stupid to think otherwise.

Before you could continue to wallow in your self-pity, you felt a small tap to your shoulder, and you looked up to find Namjoon looking down at you.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" You quickly wiped away your remaining tears and nodded your head, standing up to greet him. "Yes, yes, I'm fine. Thank you for coming Namjoon." You bowed slightly, trying your best to look well put together. "It's no problem dear. My car's this way, come on."

"You want me to drive you back to your apartment?" You both got in his car and he asked as you put on your seatbelts. "Yes, please. Thank you." He only hummed in response as he began to drive, a soft tune playing on the radio, just loud enough to make it less awkward.

Namjoon knew you probably weren't in the mood to talk, and you were grateful for the silent understanding you guys shared. You weren't awfully close, but you'd shared your own personal memories with each other, and you mutually knew the other would be willing to lend a hand when needed. That's what you liked about him. He was just understanding like that.

The drive to your apartment was short, and even though you lived on the 3rd floor, Namjoon insisted on walking you to your door.

"Hey, take care okay? If you need anything else don't hesitate to call me, yeah?" He said as you reached your door, the genuine look on his face made you tear up once more.

"Yeah. Thank you, Joon." You waved him off as you stepped into your apartment, closing the door as he began to turn around.

You immediately kicked off your heels and went to grab a glass of water. You chugged it down as if you hadn't had a drop of water in days, proceeding to open your fridge and let the waterworks begin as you realized your appetite was gone just seeing the carton of orange juice sitting there with a sticky note that reads, "YOONGI'S!!! DO NOT DRINK >:("

He'd helped you with your groceries about 2 weeks ago, and the orange juice he bought was claimed by him, protesting that he needed "emergency juice" because he was at your apartment so often.

Not wanting to look at his skrunkly handwriting anymore, you shut the fridge door and rested your head in your hands on the kitchen counter.

The more you thought about it, the more prominent the ache in your chest became. He was the one who invited you to that party in the first place. He was the one who wanted you to have fun. He was the one that promised he wouldn't leave your side. Yet here you were, back at the dorms, hugging yourself in attempts to conceal your heartbreak.

If you had gone on your own and just happened to see him there with another girl, then that would have been a different story.

But no.

Yoongi himself told you two nights ago that he was invited to a party, and he wanted you to accompany him as his plus one. And as nervous and hesitant as you were, he spurred you on, encouraging; "No matter what you wear you'll look stunning." And "Everyone will love you" and "I won't leave your side, okay?"

That one stung the most when you thought about it, because not even 15 minutes into the party, Yoongi was nowhere to be seen. You could tell that most of his friends weren't too fond of you, and you felt ridiculous in the pink dress you wore.

You thought of how you'd taken hours to be able to look at yourself in the mirror and not cry at your appearance made you cringe. You tried so hard to look nice, to feel pretty, to feel wanted, and it still didn't work.

You grew angrier, why weren't you good enough? What made it so hard to love you? You practically ripped off your dress, the fabric suddenly piercing your skin, your arms wiping off your already smearing makeup furiously, and you stomped to your bed, plopping down violently before letting out a strangled groan that sounded more like a whimper.

You felt like shit. Your whole night was shit.

Were you overreacting? You had been rude too. I mean, you left without even telling him. You're just as bad, right?

He's the one who left you standing there, Y/N. Your brain going back and forth until you decided that falling asleep would be easier.

"Sooo how'd it go with lover boy last night? Assuming things went well from what I saw." An overly excited Taehyung appeared at your side, a smug grin on his face as he poked your arms. You just shrugged your shoulders as a response, the mere mention of the previous night was enough to deflate your already souring mood.

"Don't give me that look, Y/N! I know you and Yoongi got it on last night!" Taehyung flailed his arms accusingly, as if waddling around would make his statements true. "We didn't get it on, Taehyung. Literally nothing happened. Nothing." You tried to remain calm as you spoke, but your patience was running thin.

"Oh come on Y/N. Yoongi was absolutely plastered this morning and you're gonna try to tell me nothing happened?" He kept on going as he shook your shoulders, and it took everything in you to not slap his hands away.

"Did he get home safe last night?" Your brows furrowed in slight worry at the mention of Yoongi being wasted, and no matter how hurt you were, you had to know if he was okay.

"Uh, yeah. Were you drunk too? I thought you guys left together. Do you not remember?" The lump in your throat was becoming harder to swallow down as Taehyung spoke. You had to be strong. You were not gonna cry over this to your poor friend who's excited.

"You know I don't drink. And, no we didn't leave together. I asked Namjoon to take me home." You hoped he'd stop asking questions, but much to your dismay- "You left with Namjoon?!?! Does Yoongi know?!?!? Did anything happen with him!?" At this point you were on the brink of tears, you hated talking about this.

"Taehyung, please let it go. I just wanted to know if Yoongi got home safely. Can we please just drop it?" Taehyung caught onto your pleading tone and the hurt look in your eyes, and he nodded with his softened expression.

"Sorry Y/N, I didn't mean to pry." He spoke cautiously. "It's okay Tae."

He shot you another worried look before returning to walking in silence beside you once again.

The rest of the day went painfully slow, your mind too exhausted to deal with walking from one side of campus to the other, and much less to pay attention to what your professors were saying.

Expectedly, you collapsed onto your bed the moment you went back to your dorm. You were gladly going to continue feeling sorry for yourself, but the ringing of your doorbell rudely interrupted you.

You groaned, hoping they'd just go away, but after a few seconds another ring came. You [grumpily] got up, running your hands through your hair in attempt to look somewhat presentable.

As you made your way to the door, you wondered who could be at your apartment, especially now that it was beginning to get late, the sun going down quickly outside.

You hesitantly opened the door, immediately wishing you would've just continued to ignore whoever was at the door once you saw who was standing in front of you.

"Hi, I brought dinner." There Yoongi stood with a soft smile on his face, lifting a brown bag in reference to dinner.

You stood stunned, wanting to say something, but your mind went blank.

"Y/N? You there?" He playfully waved his hands around trying to get your attention.

"Oh, uhm, yeah. Sorry. Just didn't expect you to come by."

"Oh, sorry if I startled you. I texted you but you didn't respond, and you didn't answer last night when I called, so I wanted to come check if you were okay." He shuffled from foot to foot, worry evident in his eyes.

"Oh, just haven't been on my phone lately." You looked down, feeling unsure on how to talk to him without showing him your hurt.

"Oh alright. So, we heading in for dinner?" The smile returned to Yoongi's face, and no matter how hurt you were, you still found it hard to say no to him.

"Oh, yeah, sure. Of course."

You opened the door a little further and stepped aside to let him in.

On a normal occasion, dinner with Yoongi would've been the highlight of your day. But now, it was filled with awkward silence and poor attempts at small talk — Yoongi hates small talk as much as you, so you don't know why he's still trying — the tension in the air was hardly going unnoticed.

It wasn't until you finished eating that he decided to just rip the bandage off.

"Are you angry with me?" Yoongi asked, and you almost questioned if he was being serious or not, but the expression he held made you realize that he was in fact clueless about the hurt he put you through.

You weren't sure what to say, so you stayed silent. I mean, it's not like you were angry at him. But you also weren't too happy with him either. Yoongi felt his heart drop as your gaze dropped his own, denying him from an answer.

"Y/N? Did I do something?" He asks from across the table where he's sitting.

For some reason hearing those words from him made the tears you've been holding back so well spill over.

Did he really have no idea? Were you genuinely overreacting? Did you just make everything up in your head?

"Do you really not know?" You tried to push your voice out firmly, but it came out in a broken whisper. You wanted to look at Yoongi, you wanted to see if his face washed over with realization, but your eyes stayed glued to the floor.

"Is this about me getting drunk at that party? I thought you said you didn't mind if I had alcohol." His wording sounded harsher than he intended, but with your already weakened state, you had to hold back from full on sobbing right there in front of him.

"This is about you leaving me by myself in the middle of the party when you promised you wouldn't leave my side!" Your frustration began to take over, did he really not see it? He's supposed to know you better than anyone else.

"Leaving you by yourself? Last thing I heard, you had found yourself a new companion for the night." Yoongi scoffed, his mood souring when he recalls finding out that apparently you'd left with some other guy.

The drinks he'd had were enough to make the night slightly blurry and to make him work a little harder to recall the night's events, but unfortunately, they weren't enough to make him forget how someone had stole you away from him.

"Where did you hear that?" You asked, trying to mask the hurt you were currently feeling.

"My friends" He responded, as if that was supposed to change what you had said.

"Your friends ... the ones you introduced me to?"

"Yeah"

"Your friends really don't seem to like me." You muttered, but Yoongi somehow caught the soft mumbling.

"What do you mean? To me it looked like they were all happy to meet you." His tone remained cold, and you felt more tears forming quickly.

"Well, you weren't there with me when they all laughed at me because I'd lost you in the crowd." You tried to defend yourself.

"They're not like that, I know they aren't."

"You wouldn't know how they acted towards me because you left me alone." You continued on, his face morphing into one resembling more of guilt.

"He left you already? Didn't even last half an hour."

"They haven't even had 1 drink tonight, no wonder Yoongi ran away so fast. Prude."

You winced while recalling how they'd laughed at you when you tried asking for Yoongi, passing it off as a joke when you'd gotten visibly upset.

You softened your tone, sadness catching up with you and replacing your frustration.

"It hurt, Yoongi. You know me better than anyone. You're supposed to know me better than anyone. You know how much I hate parties and bars, how I hate talking to people I don't know, how I don't do things alone. Ever. And you know that if I made you promise to not leave my side it's because I'm not ever planning to leave yours either. Do you know how bad it hurt to be panicking only to turn around and see you having the time of your life? Especially with someone else, when you promised me that night was for you and I only? It hurt, so damn bad."

Yoongi's heart dropped at your words, had it really been that bad for you? How did he not notice?

"I didn't leave with anyone yesterday, Namjoon brought me back to my apartment and left the moment I walked inside that door. You're the one that left with someone else last night, and it wasn't me."

A thick moment of silence engulfs you, and you begin to wait for a snap, or some sort of outburst from Yoongi, but all that comes is—

"Y/N... I- Shit. That's not-" You looked up hesitantly at the sound of Yoongi fumbling his words. He ran a hand through his hair in disbelief before slowly moving closer and crouching down in front of you. "I'm so sorry Y/N. I swear didn't mean to leave you. I went to go get the drinks, I did. And then when I couldn't find you I went and asked my friends if they had seen you, and they said that you'd gone off dancing with some guy, and so I went to go look for you and I ran into a classmate, which is the girl you saw me with. And I thought, since Y/N's off with someone else, it wouldn't hurt to have a drink with a girl from my class. I wouldn't have left you if I knew that you were by yourself. I'm so sorry."

Yoongi's gaze dropped to the floor as he finished, ashamed for being the root of your tears.

"I should've known better, I- I was just so opposed to seeing you happy with someone else that I immediately rejected the idea of looking for you to avoid the possibility of someone else making your night special. And I know that's not really a valid excuse, not looking for you because I was jealous- of something that wasn't even fucking happening- it isn't fair to you whatsoever. I'm so sorry, Y/N. I truly am." He takes your hands in his and takes a moment to recollect his next words.

"What can I do to make it up to you? Even if it's just the smallest fraction, I want to show you how sorry I am. Anything you want. Please." You paused for a moment, even though your conscience immediately knew what you wanted.

Hold me. Please. Hold me. Nudge your head with mine, lock our pinkies, put your leg against mine, anything. Please, hold me.

With your brain screaming mantras of 'I need to be held', you reached out for him for a second, before your body jerked to a stop.

No. I need him to hold me. I need him to reach out. He needs to initiate- please-

Yoongi's quick to notice your body language, and equally quick to react. "Do you want to be held, sweetheart?" You swear you felt yourself physically start to glow at the sound of him uttering the words you've been dying to hear for god knows how long.

You nod your head and you're so delighted by the aspect of someone- well, not just someone, but Yoongi- comforting you, that you don't even notice the soft whimper that leaves you as he scoots closer to you.

"Words, darling." He says softly, and your body automatically responds with soft chants of "Yes, please, yes Yoongi."

You don't even notice how tears begin to fall against your cheeks again when you feel Yoongi's hands wiping them away.

"C'mere, I've got you baby. Let's go to bed, yeah?" He grabs your legs and wraps them around his torso, before he holds you against him tightly and begins to stand up with you in his arms.

You feel yourself melting at the pet names he's giving you, glad that he's carrying you because you're sure your legs would've given out on you at this point.

You continue turning to mush when you feel how gently Yoongi sets you down once you reach your bed, how he squeezes your hand and asks for permission to lay with you with his eyes, how he reaches for you under the covers and cradles you close, fingers running through your hair softly.

The bliss is only momentarily, broken when your mouth moves faster than your brain;

"Yoongi?"

"Hm?"

"Why did it upset you when you thought I was at the club with someone else?" Your question comes out as a whisper, scared for his response.

"Y/N." He pulls back a little to see your face.

"Yoongi." You reply mocking his tone.

"Are you really gonna make me spell it out for you?" He's secretly glad that it's dark in your room, otherwise you'd be able to see the blush coating his cheeks.

"What are you talking about?" You ask, and his only response is a huff while pulling your head back into his chest.

"Yoooongiiii" Your whine comes out muffled by his shirt.

"Y/nnnnnn" It's now Yoongi's turn to mock your tone.

"Answer the questionnnn"

You feel the vibrations of his chest as he mumbles something into your hair, and you would've lost it on the spot if you weren't so focused on getting an answer out of him.

"Yoongi I can't understand you when you're mumbling like a child." You chuckle slightly, not wanting to dwell on how you can feel his heart beating rapidly against you before he mumbles once again, only this time louder.

"I don't understand you for shit." At this, Yoongi lets go of you and sits up with a sigh, looking at you for a second before securing his gaze on his hands. You follow suit and sit up as well, only slightly behind him.

"I like you. I've liked you. For a really long while." His voice is so soft and it sounds so timid, you almost think you're imagining it.

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Wait- that's not a good way to respond to that. Uhhh- wait." You quickly shift so you're facing him fully.

"Do you mean like as in 'you're a homie' or like as in 'you're not just the homie you're THE homie'? Because before I say anything you would have to clari-"

"Do you think I do this with all my friends?" He cuts off your nervous ramble, grabbing both of your shaky hands with his equally shaken ones.

"What specifically?"

"All of it."

"Wha-"

"The sharing food? The holding hands and carrying you and bringing dinner over and inviting them everywhere with me? The cuddling and the 'baby' and 'doll'? You know how I am about my personal space, and you know how I am about my sleep, and you know how I am about affection. Do you think I do that with just anyone?"

"Well- I don't know, I mean- I don't know what your other friendsh-"

"I don't. You're the only one that gets to see me like this. You're the only one I treat like this. You're the only one I want to treat like this. I like you. And I want to be with you. And that's why I was upset. Because when I thought you were with someone else, it made me feel as if you didn't want the same thing as me."

Before you got the chance to even begin to process, Yoongi catches himself and feels the need to justify: "Obviously if you don't feel the same then I won't like, lash out at you or anything, it'll hurt but I don't want you to feel forced into something more with me than what we have now, it's just you asked me why I was upset and that was the only way I could explain it but I-"

"Yoongi." He's stopped by a soft tug to his shirt and the even softer sound of your voice.

You catch each other's eyes, the flickers of hope and longing between them, and the search of honesty.

"I feel the same."

A sigh leaves his lips and he breaks into a smile before picking you up in one motion and setting you on his lap so you're straddling him.

"Does this mean we're like, um- like,,,,"

"Like...?" His tone is teasing, and you know he knows what you mean.

"Like, y'know- like..."

"I actually don't know...."

"Yoongi." You huff out, your shyness getting the best of you.

"Yes?" His tone is smug, making you groan into his chest.

Working off of pure adrenaline, you mumble quietly: "Like, together."

"What was that doll?" You could practically hear the smirk on his face, making you try and shuffle away from him, but Yoongi's quicker, pulling you back into him with a giggle.

"If you're asking if we're officially dating, then don't even question it baby." He's still laughing, but his tone is firmer this time.

"So I'm taking that as a yes?"

"Fuck yes."

You burst out laughing at his response, and soon enough you've both fallen into a fit of giggles, as well as back into the bed, with you on top of Yoongi, before he flips you over so he's hovering over you.

"Y/N."

"Yoongi?"

"Can I kiss you?"

End.

[valeriele3]

Kalim x bullied fem reader?

Kalim Al-Asim x Bullied!Fem Reader

Hope you don’t mind but..I made two variations of this request. One has a more “serious” tone since this is a sensitive topic and the other is a more “crack” version. (Although I wouldn’t exactly call the crack one “mine” or written by me entirely since it’s simply the plot that a friend gave me that I decided to “expand” in)

Warnings: Bullying, not proofread, and mentions of bullying turned assault (Please lmk if I missed smth)

Words: 1296

"Serious" ver.(You're here!) | Crack ver.

While walking down the halls, you heard the ADeuce talking. You were about to approach them, but upon hearing your name come up in their conversation, you quickly hid in the nearby pillar, hoping not to have caught their attention.

It wasn't exactly a good thing to eavesdrop on your friends' conversations, but hey, your name came up.

You tried straining your ears in hopes of hearing them better, but to no avail. You only managed to catch a few murmurs, your name, and laughter..?

Why would they be laughing about you? Did you do something wrong? Are they making fun of you? D̵̡̧̯̤͎̙̘̜̯̪͚̘̰̦̱͛̅̿̊̑i̶͔̼̖͙̟͔͎̋̾̏̈́͌͌̃̆̾̑̅̕͠ͅͅd̸̼͒̎̃̌͊̽͗̾̔̃̆̈͘̕͝ ̴͖̯̬̟̻͓̘͙͔̦̄̽͌̿̽̆͒̏̎̅̍͆͜͝y̸̰̖̪͊̈́̀̈́̒̇͛̑̔̑ͅõ̶̡̙̹͙̀̾̇ū̶͕̝̜͙̤̣̣̥̥̙̪͈̉̊̓͑̿̓͂̒́͐͘͜͝͠ ̷̬̣̤̜̹̳͍͔̳̯̼̼̯̻̝̃͠m̴̧̧̛̗͍͔̭̰͈̬̼̟͑̋̉̀́̏̇̓̊e̶͚̿̆̃̀͑͝s̶̨̪͕̼̜͙͙͇̪̊̌͑̅̀̋͘͘s̷̹̘̎̀͛̐̈͑̀̃̈́̊̆͘ ̸̡̜̘̤̟͍̝̭̬̿̍͊̆̏̄̆̅̆͠͝͠ȗ̴̜̻͙̥̘̣̟̱̻̙̰̩̾͠p̷̨̧̢̥̳̻̮̫̪̯͚͎̆́͜ ̸͍̝͉̈́̌̿̍̐̅͛̉͋ͅȁ̷̖̫̤̲͈̲͍̖͍͉̋̊͑̄̌̾̒͗̑͑͌̈́̋̚ǵ̸̘̞̀̃̈́̉̒̿̌̂̒̐̇͘a̸̺̯̪̟̤̖̜̼͛̆̌͒͌͛̀̋̈͑͆̋̾͘̚͜ì̶̡͈̻̳̜͖͈̆͆́̐̎̀̀͛̆͑͆͗̚͝n̶̢̘̗̟͕̱͔͚̫͎̅̑͗͗ͅ?̷̖̘̻̇̎̆͌̀͂͘͝͝

Your thoughts were running wild, and you tried your best to not cry at this point.

Footsteps

Soft footsteps were coming your way.

"HEY! HENCHWOMAN, HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME ALONE WITH THE WOLVES!!"

It was Grim; it seems you'd walked a bit faster earlier when you spotted the duo and accidentally left Grim.

Upon hearing Grim's loud voice reverberating in the halls, the Adeuce turns around towards the source of the noise.

You quickly flee from the scene by going back the way you came from, but of course not before swiftly picking up the cat monster. You ran until you reached the mirror chamber.

You wanted to cry; you felt weak; old memories came rushing back into your head, and it was reopening old wounds you thought had already healed.

"Grim, can you do me a favor? Can you stay with Scarabia dorm for a bit? Just a bit, there's just some things I need to do in Ramshackle dorm."

"Hah?! Why would I stay there?! Besides, I'm your boss! You can't order me around!"

"How about this? I'll give you lots of tuna if you stay in Scarabia for a bit."

"Hmph, deal, BUT first you have to tell me what's wrong," he says demandingly.

"I saw how you suddenly ran away from those two idiots. What's wrong? Did they bully you?"

You stay silent and avoid Grim's gaze.

"SO THEY DID!! NO ONE CAN BULLY MY HENCHWOMAN BUT ME!"

"No, they didn't bully me, Grim. It's just some things that have been on my mind for a bit, yeah? And I want some alone time."

"I probably am just feeling homesick, ahah. I hope you'll understand my decision."

"Hmph..homesick you say..? Then isn't that all the more reason for me to stay with you?! What if you suddenly die of loneliness or suddenly disappear? If you do then I would lose my henchman..”

"Aww..Grim. That's so sweet of you." Although the monster refuses to say it out loud, it was clear that he cared deeply about you, his henchman, or rather, henchwoman, since it was quickly revealed that you were actually a woman and not a man.

After a bit, you managed to convince Grim to stay with Scarabia for a while. You first planned on Heartslabyul, but you deemed that wasn't exactly the right choice since the guys you were now avoiding belonged there.

Just as you were about to leave, you felt a tap on your shoulder. "Since you're already here, why not stay for a bit? Jamil is almost done cooking! His dishes are the best!"

"Oh, I'd really like to get going now, though. It's getting quite late." You chuckle awkwardly.

"Hmm..You're right! But Ramshackle is so far from here! Surely you don't mean to walk all the way there?"

"It's not that far; I can walk on m—" Before you were able to finish your sentence, Kalim interrupted you.

"Oh, I know! I'll take you there using the magic carpet!"

"There really is no need for that, Kalim. I can walk on my own just fine." You smile.

He seems to ponder for a bit before saying, "How about this, then? Let's walk together!"

He's clearly determined to accompany you, so reluctantly, you agree. There was no way of changing his mind.

The walk to Ramshackle was silent.

None of you talked. Which is odd since when you guys are together, you'll always be engaged in chatter.

Nothing but the sound of the wind rushing through the leaves, the critters, and your footsteps were heard.

This normally awkward silence is actually comfortable and welcomed, even

It's a nice little change from the usual noisiness you're surrounded with.

After a few more minutes, you both reach your destination.

"Thank you for accompanying me all this way, Kalim."

"Please take care on your way back."

"It's alright! It wasn't much trouble anyway," he chuckles.

As you were about to turn around, you suddenly got engulfed in a hug.

"Kalim..?"

He says nothing. He just hugged you tighter.

Hugs—you hated them; hugs felt suffocating.

Hugs were something that was given when you're saying sorry. But underneath that supposedly sincere hug was anger, hatred, and evil.

"Why don't you guys just hug it out, huh? What do you say?"

"Yeah, I'm really sorry. Y/N, I shouldve been more careful with handling the scissors. I'm really sorry.” .̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍.̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍.̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍.̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍.̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍ extends her arms to hug you.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH! HOW DARE YOU! DID YOU THINK I WOULD NEVER FIND OUT HOW YOU WERE HOOKING UP WITH MY MAN?!".̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍.̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍ screamed

".̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍.̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍ what're you talking about? I never hooked up with anyone!"

"HAH! LIE MORE WHY DON'T YOU! .̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍.̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍.̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍.̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍.̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍ TOLD ME EVERY SINGLE THING YOU DID BEHIND MY DAMN BACK!"

"THE FUCKING AUDACITY YOU HAVE TO COME INSIDE MY HOME TO "HANGOUT" AFTER KNOWING WHAT YOU DID!"

".̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍.̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍ WE'VE BEEN BEST FRIENDS FOR YEARS! DO YOU REALLY BELIEVE WHAT .̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍.̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍.̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍.̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍.̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍ SAID MORE THAN ME?! YOU KNOW I COULD NEVER DO THAT TO ANYONE LET ALONE YOU!”

Snip

You pause, you turn your head and see .̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍.̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍.̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍.̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍.̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̦̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̨̔͌́.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎͔̭̝͓͕̬̜̽̇̍ with a pair of scissors and your now cut hair on the floor.

Everything started there.

Like a typical fanfic.̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̔͌.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲̽̇̍.̷̘̻̭̩̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̔.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎̽̇̍.̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̔.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲̽̇̍.̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̔͌.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲̽̇̍ was a sweet girl. She was a new transfer and struggled with making friends, so you took her into your friend group.

.̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̱̺̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̔͌.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲̽̇̍.̷̘̻̭̩̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̔.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲͎̽̇̍.̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̔.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲̽̇̍.̷̘̻̭̩͙̠̏̀̀͒͆̊̈́̆̊́̓́̌͘͠͝ͅ.̵̔͌.̴̡̨͔̻͇̣͓̲̽̇̍ was a snake. Slowly poisoning those around you

She made up rumors and turned everyone to her side, making everyone angry with you.

It was.. somewhat bearable; it's not like they hurt you physically. They only talked behind your back, and the only physical "accident" was the hair cutting that started it all.

Or, well, that soon changed. As if the world mocked you for thinking it wouldn't ever evolve into something worse, it did.

The bullying turned from verbal to both physical and verbal.

Everyone saw it; everyone knew, but no one did anything.

You, of course, reported it multiple times, but your cries were ignored.

Even your own family has abandoned you. You became the "black sheep," the embarrassment, the stain in the family.

The more rumors were spread, the more severe the bullying got.

It got so bad to the point you don't think you can even call it bullying anymore; it was more assault.

Coming to this world, albeit accidentally, saved you.

You thought things would be different this time, but it seems that it isn’t.

The sudden feeling of something warm, like a blanket, leaving knocked you out of your thoughts. It seems that you and Kalim have been hugging this whole time.

Kalim wiped away your tears. It seems that you've been crying this whole time.

"Are you alright?" Kalim spoke softly, as if afraid you'd shatter like glass.

You hated hugs; they felt suffocating, but... This time it wasn't; it felt like a warm, comforting blanket.

Extra:

"Hey! Kalim! Take good care of my henchman for me."

"Something's definitely wrong, but she won't tell me." Grim grumbles.

"Alright! Although, you know, I still would have done so even if you didn't tell me right" Kalim chuckles.

.ೃ࿐Reblogs are highly appreciated! ^^

[queenbees21]

Day one — ʀᴇᴅ: ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ ᴅᴇᴋᴜ; ᴍʏ oɹǝɥ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ

Here’s the list prompts <3 ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ : ❤︎ , ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ : ★?

Villain Deku chooses! ➢ ★

⚠️Warning! : Grammar errors, Not proofread, Yandere deku, Ooc Deku, pervy! + possessive Deku, kidnapping - slight dark content - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

A/n : these little prompts might be a little short, but I’ll try to make them last longer! 🙇‍♀️

[February 12, 2023 __ 11:45 PM ]

“Alright, I heading out now!” You called out to your co-worker. They waves their hand goodbye with a “Safe travels,” as they processed to clean the countertops of the bar.

You head out the door of the club; swinging it open and walked down the hall while tracking your bus. As you waited for its arrival, you hadn’t noticed two pairs of emerald orbs watching you.

[February 12, 2023 __ 11:56 PM ]

You, softy, closed your door to your apartment complex while shrugging off your coat. You place it in the coat rack and walk to your dark kitchen. Throwing your keys on the island and switching on the light, although; as you did, you didn’t notice the company that was making it—himself comfortable in your chair. “Welcome home precious girl~”

You shudder in fear but kept your brave face on, “what are you doing here.” You mostly stated and then asked a general question…

He chuckled playfully but it sounded dark from afar, he place his foot down for he had it across his leg, stood up; walking towards you. You suddenly felt small compared to him and, as always he wasn’t giving you any personal space; whatsoever.

He gazes down at you with an unreadable expression. He just stood close doing nothing, no sudden movements were made. You gasped in surprise as he swiftly pulls you close to him and lifts you, throwing you over his shoulder.

You felt your face heating up and tried to kick your way out of his arms. He struggles to handle you, as you kicked and tried to punch your way out of his grasp, although; that soon stopped when you suddenly felt a smack against your thigh.

Now you are pissed off and at the same time flushed. You curse Deku out in your native language and still processed to smack and kick him in his back, and again it did nothing to prevent him from holding you still.

You suddenly felt the fresh breeze of the wind of the night and heard the slam of a door, ‘He’s kidnapping me!!’

Deku again opens another door and throws you in the passenger seat of a car, as he struggles to put on your seatbelt.“Help Me! he-mph!!” He covers your mouth and swiftly closes the door preventing you from escaping. Before he left, he turned on the cars AC. As you try to open it, it only made a taping sound…. ‘Child lock’.

He somehow managed to get the door to close and looks towards your… co-worker! at the bar!! They both talked for a little while, you only heard mumbling. Their noises drifted off, you heard nothing... Deku paid the said co-worker and shooed them away.

….. Then realization came crashing down…Your co-worker… It’s no wonder now, how Deku found out where you lived; it’s simple really. Your so-called “loyal” co-worker, rat you out and yet in the end he’ll be the one to get punished...

Deku hates tattletales…

But before you can think of anymore about this hectic situation. You suddenly felt dizzy, tired, and can feel an incoming headache arrive- wait.…

The.. air… AC…

Dame it…

[February 13, 2023 __ 1:30 PM ]

Red

Red is… I see red…

All I see is.. red

But revenge is best served… cold

“ Aw Baby girl no need to worry about me~ it’s just a little paint~” he once said

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You wake up with chills running down your spine. You panted in fear, quickly you stood up from the bed. Wait? bed? You hastily looked around; trying to remember where you were.

Air..

Of course, Deku must have put chloroform in the AC! That’s dame bastard! dame him and his clever schemes! You wanted to bang your head for not thinking straight or even way around that situation.

As you were contemplating with yourself, you hadn’t noticed a certain presence; watching think to yourself. He smirks, but how can he not? When he has a beautiful angel in his bed.

“Good morning Precious~ or should I say afternoon instead,”

Oh my goodness, No.

“Stopping calling me that! And no it’s not a good morning or afternoon or whatever is it!” You slipped your legs off the comfort of the warm bed and met the cool air, breezing your exposed legs.

“It’s afternoon baby,”

“Whatever!” You huffed, crossing your arms and turning your head to the side. As you did Deku just gazes at the soft skin of your neck, and without thinking he leans towards your neck peppering kisses down your neck. You felt your cheeks heat up at the sudden contact, feeling your eyes get slightly droopy and you breathed out a shaky sigh.

You tried your best, not to let any sort of noises that might make him feel ‘accomplished’. Well rather it was noise or whatever, if he was able to get you to squirm a little then he’s done his job right.

Deku hums against your neck as he pulls you close to his body. He slowly but surely, wrapped his arms around your waist; bringing you close and sitting on his lap.

He felt warm against you. You slowly wrap your arms around his muscular frame. Or at least tried to, for the palm of your hands reaches up to his spin; trying hard not to fall; although, Deku has  prevented that from happening.

He held you with caution, and for a spilt second, it almost felt like he cared but, it was only for a mere moment.

For some reason, in the back of your head; you knew this was wrong. You knew you had to stop but you couldn’t, you knew you had to let go, although; he didn’t let you. You knew and yet neither one of you, not even for a mere moment, let go of one other.

There is no guarantee that you might one day, up run and leave Deku again, like last time. From now on he’ll make sure you never leave. He’ll make you, that you only look at him, seek Him, love him, and no one else. He’ll make sure of it.

As you both pull away for a breath, you panting for air. Deku places his forehead against yours as he rubs his nose with your own. He smirks at your flushed features, and he quickly kisses you once more but pulls away just quickly before he loses it again.

Red is what he sees in both your futures, although; it won’t be red of the drips of blood; within the palm of his hands, the blood of his enemies.

No, it’ll be the red roses in the garden, with you dressed in white. With the red rose on the crown of your hair. Ready to be wed, and red petals placed everywhere on the bed only. Yes. Thats the red he’ll be looking forward to.

A/n: Sorry if it’s short! And weird 💀 but I thought this was cute (kinda) and it’s been on my mind for a while, and I couldn’t figure out how to end this without leaving it in a awkward position… But with that being said,

[chronicbeans]

I need more fluffy Simon Petrikov x Reader angst turn fluffy comfort fics NOW or else I will do it myself.

This is a threat because I am not confident in my ability to write fluff.

But I will if I must lol

[pugh-pugh-pugh-pugh]

Alleviate the Pain

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; 𝑆𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛-𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟-𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝐵𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐼𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑥ℎ𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑛-𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐷𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝐵𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑖𝑠 (𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬; 𝐵𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑖𝑠, 𝐷𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑠𝑜𝑛, 𝐴𝑙𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑃𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ, 𝑆𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑠𝑜𝑛

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑖𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜ℎ𝑜𝑙

To say she was tired would be the understatement of the year. She was very familiar with endless nights filled with keeping trouble-makers at bay and protecting the citizens of Gotham as Spider-Woman, the beloved vigilante.

Unfortunately, tonight wasn't this simple.

For the past few weeks, she was made quite aware of Deathstroke running well-paid errands for some of the most notorious twisted minds of Gotham. They had coincidentally crossed paths a couple times, yet he always found a way to escape both hers and Batman's attempts to capture him and put a stop to the mercenary's plans.

However, that night everything changed as the teen managed to catch him off-guard in the middle of a deal with a local cartel. She had sneakily crawled on one of the beams into the warehouse where the group had sought privacy to negotiate and after figuring out her strategy she had quickly sprang to action.

There were six people in total. Slade, the gang leader and four of his men, fully armed, ready to protect the main guy.

She webbed two of the gang's goons to the wall behind them, causing them to drop their guns in the process, as she jumped down from the ceiling. Landing swiftly on her feet, she immediately started dodging the immediately incoming bullets, very thankful for her spidey senses.

She was doing a wonderful job taking out the other two guards, webbing the gang boss to a pole, so as not to interfere with her fight and was now engaged in intense combat with Slade.

"Oh, hey, Sladey. Fancy seeing you here. Hope I'm not interrupting anything." she taunted, while trying to dodge his swings.

Seeing as he had his blades and she had only her webs and physical strength, she was already in a disadvantage, having already received a variety of punches and stabbing attempts.

She had inflicted some damage herself, managing to disorient and corner him back on the wall with her speed and agility.

"Don't get me wrong, dude, I love meeting up from time to time, but I think we gotta wrap this thing up."

Unfortunately, she didn't have the upper hand for long, as apparently back-up had been called and a dozen of new soldiers stormed into the warehouse, giving Deathstroke the chance to jab the girl on the nose and escape her trap.

"Ow, dude. That hurts!"

Shaking her head, the young adult quickly regained her senses and webbed him on the wall as well. She barely managed to avoid any more damage, unable, however, to stop a couple of wounds from lodging into her right shoulder and grazing her left side.

After a long long fight she had with much effort webbed every single thug to any flat surface she could find, effectively trapping them until the cops arrived.

Heaving for a breath, now utterly worn out both physically and mentally, she noticed one of her traps was slit open and Slade was nowhere to be seen. She frantically scanned around the area, not being able to spot him under the dark and starry sky.

After half an hour of swinging around town in the middle of the night and not finding any traces, she decided the pain and exhaustion she was feeling were too intense for her to continue the wild goose chase and swung back to her home.

Climbing up the outside wall of the manor, she one-handedly opened her window with her less damaged arm, keeping herself on the wall with her legs, and clumsily climbed in, holding on the wound on her side.

After pulling off her mask and gloves, revealing bruises and bloody nose, lips and knuckles, she flopped on her bed, not really caring for staining her covers. By that point the pain was blaring and black spots were appearing in her vision.

Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the door, the young Wayne groaned in response, causing the door to open, Alfred's head popping through the crack.

"Are you alright, miss Wayne? I heard a thumping sound from downstairs and got worried." expressed the old man, before properly glancing at her form still secured in the now bloodied spider-suit. "I will bring the supplies."

The butler rushed away to bring her one of the medical kits placed around the house, leaving the entrance to her room just ajar enough for the hallway light to softly sign through and just slightly illuminate the room.

Staring at her ceiling, she tried to catch her breath and distract herself from the throbbing pain going through her whole body, due to her various injuries. She was disappointed in herself. Frankly, the combination of her fatigue and Slade once again slipping through her fingers was making her feel horrible, tired. She just wanted to fall asleep, though she knew she couldn't. She had to be taken care of first.

Soon she heard footsteps pudding on the hallway and guessing the person to be the beloved old man, she didn't even bother glancing at the door as it creaked open. However, when her bed dipped slightly near her legs, she tiredly raised her head, her half-lidded eyes meeting a pair of sleepy ocean blue orbs staring at her.

Immediately, a wide tired smile creeped it's way on her face, as she motioned for her little brother to come closer. The ten-year-old crawled towards her face, staying quiet for a moment scanning the bloody cuts and bruises on her face.

"Why are you awake, Dickie?" softly scolded the older girl, trying to stay unmoving so as not to inflict any unnecessary pain. "You've got school tomorrow."

"You do too!" argued the boy, getting comfortable beside her.

"That doesn't answer my question."

"I heard you coming in through the window." he mumbled, laying his head on her left shoulder, looking intensely up at her. "I wanted to see if you're okay."

"Don't worry, Dick. I'm just peachy."

"Sure doesn't look like it." sassed Dick, causing his sister to chuckle half-heartedly, immediately wincing in pain, before they once again fell into a comfortable silence.

"Sorry I woke you up."

"It's fine. I wasn't having any good dreams anyway."

At that moment, being cuddled with her young brother, careful of her injuries, a warm feeling nestling in her chest, immediately feeling like she could just let her guard down and finally relax after these past few excruciating hours.

When Alfred arrived back and he saw the siblings laying in peace he smiled fondly at them and decided not to scold the youngest of the house for not being awake at this hour. He proceeded to place the medical supplies on the bed and the bottle of whiskey he would use for cleaning the wounds on her bedside table.

Immediately, he focused on the major bullet wounds, starting with the one on her side, grabbing the twizzlers to remove the metal trapped in her abdomen. Meanwhile, she took a wet cloth the butler was holding out for hear and started wiping the dried blood off her nose, lips and brows.

Dick sat up scared of doing any damage and, once she was done cleaning her face, he grabbed her left hand and squeezed it, careful of her bloody knuckles, movement which Alfred noticed.

"Master Dick, could you clean your sister's knuckles?" the old man suggested, grabbing the kid's attention, while handing him the bottle of alcohol and another handkerchief, to which the boy immediately nodded, eager to help his sister. "Just pour some alcohol on the cloth and rub it softly over her wound."

Dick hesitantly placed the now wet cloth on his sister's hand, causing her to flinch in pain and flex her fingers while hissing. The boy worriedly looked up at her screwed shut eyes.

"I'm fine. I'm fine, go on." she breathed with a forced smile, trying to convince him she was alright, causing him to return to his task, missing her gritting her teeth, in order not to let out a grunt.

When Alfred was finished with the first wound, he helped the young woman sit up, in order to take care of her shoulder. The girl found this opportunity to softly pull her hand from Dick's smaller palm and grab the bottle of whisky, taking a couple huge gulp of it, before it was grabbed from her by the blue-eyed boy.

"Hey! Don't do that!" he complained, not liking his sister drinking.

Once every injury was taken care of, the older man wished them goodnight and left the two to get some rest, reassuring them he would inform the school that they would not be attending the next day.

Now alone in her room, the two fully cuddled up together, the older sister fondly playing with Dick's hair as he yawned deeply. Something about their embrace made them both feel warmth, comfort and fondness.

Soon, both their eyes started to droop, sleep starting to take over, as they mumbled quietly.

"Goodnight, sis."

"Goodnight, Dickie."

[xmymelosmile]

While I was watching a film, I got an idea for Isward angst/fluff.

if I go exactly based on the film, it's suppose to be Edward cheating on Isaac but I had enough angst from the movie itself so I made it into fluff.

ahem

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It's been 2 weeks since Isaac and Edward got together. They had few fights but nothing serious, mostly abt Isaac's routines.

They have a pretty good going relationship for now. Until Isaac and Chris got in a little fight, ( He tried sharing how he felt about Chris being with Nevin since Error suggested that it would be good to tell him what he feels towards the whole thing ) and Drew wasn't at school today.

After this whole thing, Isaac had to deal with Edward's fan girls. Ink tried ignoring them at first since his day wasn't going well anyway. One of the girls said "Do you really think Edward loves you? You are just another one of his partners!"

That made Isaac snaps because it went too far. "DONT you dare calling me that!" he pushed the girl so he can get out of there ASAP.

The artist went to Edward, who was talking with his cronies "Hey knife nerd!" Cody greeted him. Isaac just cling his fingers into Edward's hand which made him confused but held it back anyway.

After few seconds he recognized the sign Isaac was giving him "Hey uh, me and Isaac are going to be late for the next class, so we will go." and like that he excused himself from further conversations.

While they were walking, Edward turned his head to Isaac and asked. "Do you want to go somewhere more private?" It took few seconds to answer but Isaac nobbed.

Ed brought them to the lair and locked the door so no one could disturb them.

They sat on one of the bean bags and Ink snuggled into the taller embrace. "Are you okay? Did something happen?"

"I'm fine, I just want to spend some time with you..." Edward understood he didn't want to talk. Maybe guessed that the exchanging between him and Chris didn't end well. "Do you need something?"

He cling into him more and Isaac kissed him on the cheek which sent Edward in complete blush mess but he returned it soon after, on the lips. "No, just this."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

( they skipped the last class and went straight to Isaac's place to cuddle more. )

[sarahrogersevans]

Looking Out For My Sister- Clint Barton sister!xreader comfort fic feat. Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Clint comforting Y/N during a rough time

Warnings: fluff, angst, comfort fluff, mentions of mental health struggles a bit if you squint

~Y/N’s Pov~

It was a slow week at the compound and I decided to rest in my room for a little while and as I went to lay in bed I saw Clint outside shooting his arrows doing target practice and as I watched him my mind wandered and I fell asleep on my bed. A few hours later I felt a hand rub my back and I opened my eyes and I saw Clint smiling at me and I tried to cover my face with the blanket and Clint chuckled while rubbing my back gently and said “hey Y/N sweetheart you missed dinner, you doing ok? You’ve been pretty quiet lately.. I’m worried hun.”

I listened to what Clint said and my eyes filled with tears and I cried softly and Clint came to lay beside me and I felt him stroke my hair and he held me close. “I’m having a rough week Clint.. I don’t know how to explain it..” Clint kissed my forehead gently and said “hey it’s ok Y/N everyone has moments like that but you don’t have have to go through it alone alright? But you do need to eat something, so how about I go warm you up some dinner and we can watch your favorite movie since we don’t have any missions today, deal?” I smiled and I nodded my head “That sounds good Clint thank you.” Clint got up and went to the kitchen to go make food and I set up a movie for us to watch and then I got back in my bed to lay down. My thoughts started to become overwhelming and I grabbed my phone to put on some ambience music and I felt relaxed and I closed my eyes just a bit to rest.

A few minutes later while I was waiting for Clint to come back my mind started to wander again and I tried to listen to my favorite song but even that made me cry and I felt so stupid for crying, “I hope Clint will be back soon..” I said to myself as I tried to calm down a bit.

Natasha heard me crying and she came in the room and sat on the edge of my bed and said “hey baby girl you ok?.. I heard you crying and I got worried, what’s bothering you?” I shrugged and said “just feeling pretty overwhelmed..” I saw Nat come sit by me and I hugged her tight and as soon as she comforted me I felt more relaxed. Nat said “hey I gotta go help tony with something will you be ok Y/N?” I nodded my head and said “yea I’ll be alright thanks for coming to checking on me Nat love ya sis.” She smiled back at me before leaving and said “love you too little chick.”

~Clint’s POV~

I was in the kitchen warming up Y/N some of the dinner and I made her favorite dessert I know she loves and after I finished putting that together I started heading back to her room and on my way back I saw Steve Rogers walk by and I nodded and said “hey cap.” Steve nodded and said “hey Clint, I haven’t seen Y/N at training the last day or so is she ok?” I sighed and said “yea she’s just going through a rough time but she’s ok cap I’ve got things handled I’ll let you know how things go.” We shook hands and then I got to Y/N’s room and I set down her food on the table and I kneeled down by her side of the bed and saw she was sleeping again and I caressed her hair gently and I smiled at her and whispered to her “hey my little hawk.. wake up, I’ve got your dinner here for you.” She opened her eyes and looked at the food and she stretched a bit and sat up. “Hey Clint.. sorry I was sleepy again..” she said softly and I kissed her head and said “hey it’s ok you needed it, how are you feeling now?” She smiled and shrugged “I’m ok though I’m pretty hungry oh and I set up a movie for us to watch if you still want to watch it tonight?” I got excited and handed her the food and said “yea of course Y/N! Which movie is it?” I helped Y/N to get comfy by me while she ate and I waited for her to tell me which movie she picked. I saw Y/N grab a dvd box and she said “Lilo and Stitch if that’s ok? Disney movies cheer me up.” I rubbed her back gently and I smiled at her and said “hey I love Disney movies, that’s a good one to watch I’ll get it started while you eat ok?” I pushed play on the movie and I cuddled up next to Y/N as I watched over her and I noticed she finished eating and halfway into the movie I saw she fell asleep on my shoulder and I put my arm around her protectively letting her rest and I smiled knowing she was feeling relaxed and I whispered to her “goodnight kid sweet dreams.”

Hey lovelies!! I hope you like this comfort fic xx♥️🤗 I’m back!!

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[proudahgase-exol]

Next projects on my drafts……

Okay so I have so many fics in my drafts that I’m halfway done and I don’t know if I should post them

Here are some of them if you interested

1. Friend and nothing else right?

Junmyeon x reader ( smut, fluff )

Summary: your friends with Junmyeon since you were kids now that you guys are adults you guys are inseparable but you don’t act like friends do…… friends don’t hold hands when you go out, friends don’t give forehead kisses, friends don’t go on dates every two weeks, friends don’t have sex on a Sunday after a night for a party with your other friends do they?

2. Family

Jackson wang x reader (fluff)

Summary: you've been dating for five years and married for one and now you’re both ready to start a family.

3. Take it back

taehyung x reader (angst , fluff)

Summary: Your Tae’s fake girlfriend you have been fake dating for two months and he only asked you to be in this because of his ex now you have fallen in love with him when you guys get in a fight you say things you didn’t mean to.

4. Sehun’s best friend

Junmyeon x reader (fluff)

Summary: Sehun cries over the fact that his leaving for the military service and will be leaving his baby sister behind he makes her stay at the house he and Junmyeon share and he soon finds out a little secret his sister and Junmyeon have.

5. I love you not her

Kai x reader (angst, fluff, smut )

Summary: Kai and you were co-workers working under Kim Enterprises owned by Kim Junmyeon you guys were good friends but one thing lead to another and ended up in bed now that became a regular thing but the problem was he was a married man and you new it but that didn’t stopped you from fucking each other.

6. My pretty girl

Hyunjin x plus size reader

Summary: your Stray Kids makeup artist you are close to the boys but mostly Felix and Changbin they both know you have a massive crush on Hyunjin and they try to help you but you think he doesn’t like you like that and you feel like he will never like a girl that looks like you.

[riverbutghost]

I just saw this and omg!! Had to write about it!! slight nsfw!! Please request some angsty drabbles!!

Simon’s hands wandered around your body, mouth still covered with yours.

“Take it off,”

He mumbled after giving your neck a one last kiss, and your heart started pounding. You hesitated for a few seconds and Simon raised his eyebrows.

“What’s wrong, pretty?”

You just sighed and took your shirt off, revealing your bare chest.

Simon sucked in breath after seeing your nipples. You had pierced them, with his fucking initials.

He swallowed and took the initial in his fingers.

“Fuck..”

He mumbled, mouth watering at the sight. In a swift motion, he grabbed your hips and pulled you on his lap. With a lip bite, you started dry humping him while he was playing with your nipples.

“wanted to show me that you’re mine, huh?���

You nodded with a whimper, feeling his cock twitch in his pants.

“My girl, I love them.”

You giggled, which turned into a high pitched moan after his mouth latched on to your nipple with the initial R.

“Fuck, gonna make me delirious sweet girl.”

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P.s: My friends bullied me for liking nipple piercings-

[wolfstargazer]

Dec 3 - Drink - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 272

Sirius did not own matching glasses. After some time rummaging through the sideboard, he had finally returned to the table with one cut glass tumbler and a blue-rimmed, chipped cup.

He uncorked the bottle with a wet pop, poured two generous measures, and weighed up which drink it was more polite to give his friend.

Remus made the decision easy for him and took the cup.

Sirius smiled crookedly, picked up his glass and brought it to his lips.

"So what are we drinking to?" he asked.

Remus thought for a moment. He wasn't very good at making toasts. But Sirius was waiting.

"How about to old friends?"

Sirius looked thoughtful and rolled the glass in his hands.

"Hmmm...how about..." Sirius trailed off. He cocked an eyebrow and smiled ever so slightly. "...to old friends and new lovers?"

Remus felt himself flush. He told himself it was the heady scent of the alcohol from the cup before him. Sirius was teasing; making reference to some recent conquest no doubt that only James knew about. Perhaps it was the curvy, dark-eyed witch that Remus had noted lingered just a little after everyone else had left the meetings of the Order, often with a question or two that only Sirius could answer.

"Well, Mister Moony?" Sirius asked. His grey eyes hadn't left Remus' face since he'd suggested the toast. "What's it to be?"

Remus picked up his cup. He held his friends gaze. A moment passed and then -

"To old friends and new lovers," Remus said playfully, taking a sip.

Sirius laughed sharply, raised his glass in a toast and downed his drink.

[yarrystyleeza]

Arduous Solitude

"I used to want to be alone. Now that you're here—I don't want to be alone anymore. The solitude that I once wanted took no place in my heart ever since I had you."

[series masterlist / main masterlist]

Taglist: @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment @bellaxgiornata @babygirlmurdock @1988-fiend @v4leoftears @galaxies-and-moons-and-cox @floral-charlie-cat

[curiosity almost killed the cat]

Word count: 1.7k!

Warnings/tags for this chapter: none!!! Talks of art, cats, and tea. Someone gets a burn scar!!! other than that—there's nothing.

You looked even more interesting this close.

You eyed him curiously with high eyebrows— waiting for him to speak. He cleared his throat, flashing a smile. "Welcome to the neighborhood," he states, his voice was gravely but it was warm, even soothing. Eerly soothing.

It wasn't really matching his face, he was handsome, you couldn't doubt that for a split second, but he was a bit perturbing. He had a weird aura, maybe off-putting too, but he looked nice. Very nice.

Stop that, you literally just met the man. You mentally shook your head.

"Thank you, mister..." you stopped, waiting for him to finish your sentence.

"Henry," he said, "my name is Henry," he smiled once again.

You nodded, "pleasure to meet you, Mister Henry."

You introduce yourself. "Such a lovely name," he says, and you feel the blood creeping up beneath your skin.

"I apologize—it seemed like you were having a lonely time," he says.

You shook your head, almost instantly, "no worries, you didn't bother."

Why did you say that? Why did you sound so eager and... desperate? In your head, you smacked yourself across the face.

"Oh, um--" he trailed off.

You gasped. "Oh, I'm very sorry-- please come in," you swing the door wider, allowing him to pass inside. He took off his dark fedota and wiped his shoes at the entrance mat. He wasn't this 6ft tall huge—but he was huge, with broad shoulders and a wide dorsum. You felt a little small next to him, maybe more than just a little.

You show him the way into your living room, moving your cozy blankets out of the way for him to sit on your sofa. He gently settled down, eyeing the interior of your house thoroughly. Did he like the decor? Wait--why would you even care? It's your house, not his.

"Sorry again, let me go grab something for you to drink, you must be freezing," you say, turning in your heels and walking straight to the kitchen. He called your name. It pinned you in place.

You never liked how your name sounded more than now.

"Don't bother bringing anything, I don't really need--"

You turned, shaking your head, "that would be very impolite of me, Mister Henry, now allow me to bring you some tea to warm you up."

He surrendered with a huff, "alright," he quietly said. You continued your trip to the kitchen and placed the teapot over the stove.

"Would you like chamomile tea? Hibiscus? Earl Grey? The regular?" you asked as you scavenged through the cupboard for other options.

"Whatever you have there," Henry politely answered.

"Alright, I think we're up for hibiscus."

He stood off his seat to closely inspect your bookshelves. The last residents of this home were an elderly couple, so there's a chance he learns something new about the world from your perspective.

You seemed to be a bookworm, there were dozens and dozens of books on your shelves. He noticed you had a shared interest with him, too; miniature artworks. You loved to collect them, but he loved making them.

He wondered if any of his many miniature works ever made their way to your hands, maybe passed by someone to you, or you received it as a gift, or thrifted it from some local antiques store.

But then he saw the very petite canvas of a peacock. He remembers that, he just doesn't quite remember when, but he surely knows he painted it more than 250 years ago.

"Oh, you seem like you like my collection?" you cringed at yourself. Since when were you this outgoing and social?

You placed the tray down. "I'm sorry, I was just--" he trailed off, turning to look your way with your little art piece in his hand.

You shook your head, "it's alright, I got this one in an auction three years ago for only fifteen hundred pounds! It should've costed way more than that to be honest, it dates back to the seventeen hundreds, as I assume," you were astonished by how talkative you are now. Maybe you were just too excited about your miniature collection.

But he admired how dedicated you were to track it back to its date of manufacturing, and you paid this much for it and still had the will to pay more.

He couldn't help but smile.

"What fascinated you about it?" the artist had to ask.

You shrugged, "well... I guess I like ancient things, specially art," a warmer smile split the pitch darkness of his beard, "the size is enough to amaze you, and the artist was so dedicated in painting the blue feathers, I love it when someone pours their soul into something, it creates something magnificent."

"Are you an artist?" he asked, you nodded, gesturing at the wall behind the sofa. He turned around, his back now facing you, but you could swear you heard him quietly gasp.

"You made these?" he turned to look at you, his brows shooting up his forehead. You hummed, he looked back at the pieces you hung on the wall, moved closer to them, he inspected them, touched them even.

You've never seen a man this mesmerized by your art. All of your previous partners usually plainly reacted to it, other times they never even batted an eye for it.

But him, Mister Henry, he was in awe, his tips were following the wild and free strokes of your brushes, they walked over the ups and downs of the layers, and sensed the pebbles of dry paint so delicately, his fingertips almost dancing over the canvas.

That stirred something in you.

"Are you an artist?" it was your turn to ask this question, he turned to face you, his fingertips still lingering on the canvas. Your eyes shifted between his and his tips, still amazed by the fact that he was interested in your art.

"You can say that," he shrugged and winked.

This, somehow, changed the flow direction of the chemicals of your brain. The lights flipped on inside your head. Your face turns red.

You had no idea what was going on with you, but this was the most attractive thing you've seen a guy doing in years.

Not only he's interested in art, but he's also an artist.

You had to distract yourself from looking into his vast eyes with this unlimited amount of admiration. "The--the tea!" you ripped your eyes off of him, looking at the tray placed on the coffee table.

He hadn't drank tea in decades and never truly minded it, but now he wanted to drink it with you, he felt he missed what it tastes.

He was almost to grab his cup, but something buzzed the skin of his hand, and that's when he noticed that the tray was made of silver.

He almost killed himself for a cup of tea.

You reached down and handed him the cup, he nodded, his face was paler than a sheet, but he smiled to distract himself from the fact that he almost died in a stranger's house... For a little cup of tea.

He felt stupid for this.

"Can I ask you a question, if you wouldn't mind?" he said after taking a sip of his drink. He sure missed that warm and earthy and sweet taste.

You nodded.

"You seem to look like a city girl, what brought you here to the suburbs, in a house near the woods?" Henry is obviously more curious now.

You shrugged, "I needed to be alone, to breathe, and this is what I found, my very own little witch house," he chuckled at your answer, and you couldn't lie, you loved that man's chuckle, you fell in love with it.

It wasn't just because it's been a while since you had a man in your life, but he had something so charming and elegant about him. His fancy clothing, his wizardly attitude, his very sweet but dignified features and, his eyes.

You really, really loved his eyes.

There was an odd reflection of fire in them that you couldn't explain, you didn't know if he was born this way or was it the fireplace behind you or is your mind playing tricks on you.

Marmalade yelled from upstairs, it made your heart drop in your stomach, tearing your train of thoughts apart and shaking your ground. Although you've had this flameball for years now, you never really got used to his sudden loud shrieks; they always took you off guard.

Henry's ears visibly stood up, he caught the scent of fur and canned food, and watched as the little noise machine waddled down the stairs.

"That's Marmalade," you had to say—as you pulled him up to your chest.

"Hey Lad," Henry says, smiles and waves at him.

"He loves to let me know he's present, sorry if he scared you," you lull Marmalade in your cradle-made arms.

Henry gutted a giggle and shook his head, "never mind, he's adorable."

However, Marmalade's ears went into airplane-mode, he pushed you in the chest, forcing you to let go of him and ran up the stairs once again. You were astounded by his act, you turn back to look at Henry, who stood silently with his eyebrows shooting high and his eyes fixed to the ground.

"I'm really sorry, I don't know what's going on with him, maybe it's because he just moved in--" you were explaining, and you don't even know why you were justifying a cat but you stood there and did it.

Henry shook his head, "it's alright I'm... I'm not very favored by most animals," he shrugged, "however, I think I should be going now, I must've kept you past your bedtime and maybe it's why your lad was grumpy," he put on his fedora and passed you.

You were a little startled by the shift of his demeanor, but you followed him to the front door.

He turned the doorknob then turned to look at you. Quietly, he said your name with a smile, "it was a pleasure to meet you."

But this wasn't the last thing you saw of the very peculiar Mister Henry.

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[valeriele3]

Kalim Al-Asim x Bullied!Fem reader

Warnings: Verbal bullying and not proofread (Please lmk if I missed smth)

Words: 669

Serious ver. | Crack ver.(You're here!)

"Y/N is such a bitch." - Random Student A

"I know right!" Random student B says.

"Oh right, have you heard? Apparently Y/N seduced multiple housewardens. Must be why she's so close to them. What a slut."

Random students A and B laugh.

"Hey! Take that back!"

"Huh? And who—” - RS.A

"O-Oh Kalim! Hey there! How's it going?" - RS.B

"Don't pretend like you weren't just talking bad about Y/N! Please take back what you said; none of them were true at all."

“I—” Student B gets cut off by Student A.

"Hm? Whatever could you mean by that, Kalim?"

"You called Y/N names."

"Names? Oh, that? I'm afraid we were simply saying the truth, though. Almost everyone agrees."

"Look, I'm not sure where you heard that, but Y/N is far from what you guys think."

"She's a hard-working, earnest, and sincere person."

"She never seduced anyone."

"She managed to form the connections and friendships she has by communicating with them, helping them, and just being herself."

"And that's why I love her."

You just got done with your potionology class and were walking towards the cafeteria.

You were about to turn the corner until you heard a familiar voice.

"-nd that's why I love her."

Kalim's voice.

Thud

'Ah, it seems that I really stand no chance'

'He already loves someone else.'

"Hm? Oh! Y/N!"

Panicking, you quickly run away, leaving behind your book that you accidentally dropped. "Hey, wait up! You dropped your book!" Kalim runs after you.

After a bit of running, Kalim eventually caught up to you.

He taps your back and says, "Hey, why'd you run away?"

Sniffle

"H-hey..Are you..Crying?"

"What's wrong?"

You stay silent.

After what felt like an eternity, a different voice spoke up.

"Kalim? Y/N? What are you guys standing in the middle of the corridor? You guys are blocking people's way."

You quickly hide your face in your hands.

Awkwardly, Kalim speaks up, "A-Ah, Jamil, can you please prepare us some food?"

"Mm..Alright. C'mon." Jamil leads the way to the Scarabia mirror.

After Jamil finishes preparing your guys' meals, he turns to leave the room.

Kalim mouths to Jamil, "Thank you."

"Just talk whatever it is out" he mouths back.

Creak

Shut

Kalim clears his throat. "Y/N. Can you tell me what's wrong?"

"'m tired..I hate this place..The bullying, the overblots, that irresponsible headmage, and my home being taken away from me. I'm tired, Kalim."

Upon hearing this, Kalim engulfs you in a hug.

He doesn't say anything. He just listens attentively.

It felt warm. Like a comfortable blanket embracing you and protecting you from the harsh reality.

After calming down a bit, you move away from the hug.

You felt tempted to lean back into his embrace, but that would be too selfish. It would be unfair to Kalim.

But little do you know that Kalim himself had to stop himself from wrapping you in his arms once again.

"Kalim, I hope you'll be happy with her."

"Her?"

"I mean, the person you love. Obviously, I heard you talking about it earlier." You chuckle, although it sounds strained.

"Hmm, well, I'm always happy with you!"

"Eh?" You pause.

'Did I hear that wrong..?'

"Ahah..I think I heard you wrong, Kalim."

"Heard what wrong? It's true! I'm always happy when I'm together with you!" He gives his signature bright smile that could rival even the sun itself.

'Me..Her..Happy..'

'Wait!'

"Y-you mean me?! You like, no, love me!?" You blush.

"Of course! Who else would I love?"

It was then that you noticed how his eyes seemed to shine so bright; he's looking at you only, all his attention on you, as if nothing else matters right now but you.

"Oh right! Let's eat before the food gets cold!"

"Yeah..!" You turn to the already cold food. 'Oh well, Jamil's food is the best, so I'm sure it still tastes good'

A while later..

"I didn't expect you to confess so bluntly."

"Hm? Wait, what?"

'..I just basically confessed twice. This is so embarrassing!' He blushes

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[starsofmilos]

Leaving (Adrian Chase x reader)

Request: Can I request a Vigilante x reader where the reader and Adrian are dating but he acts differently around Chris and it upsets you bc your sweet boyfriend is being an asshole? + mention of past threesomes they've had (Before meeting the reader) that causes a misunderstanding? I love your writing!

Request: hii! i love your writing sm and i was wondering if i could request an adrian chase fic with miscommunication trope and lotsss of angst. that’s super vague but i’d be happy with anything bc ur writing slaps. ty 💗💗

Okay!! I hope y’all like what I’ve made!

Masterlist

Warning: mentions of sex, makeout session, angst, cursing, misunderstanding, mentions of cheating, happy ending

You believed you weren’t meant to be in relationships.

It was weird to think that you knew it was. It’s just no matter what you had done in your life. You remained alone.

You were always alone. Your family hardly reached out and every relationship you had been in had been a fail. 

Your first boyfriend had cheated on you. It hurt, but at the end of it you became a better person.

Your second boyfriend had only wanted one thing from you. You didn’t let him. 

Your third boyfriend well he wasn’t bad. He was kind and you had ended it with him because he discovered he didn’t like girls like he thought he did. You respected that.

All these made you believe you were probably meant to be alone. Relationships just weren’t your thing.

It was hard to find someone who truly cared for you. You were always the first to fall first and when you did you fell hard. 

In every relationship, you had been the one to fall hard and the one to put the most effort. 

After your third relationship, you said you’d take a break but the universe works in mysterious ways. Six months after your last relationship you went out to eat with an old friend. 

Only for the bus boy at the establishment to quite literally crash into you spilling soda and old pasta on you. That was when you met Adrian.

After that awkward encounter, you ran into him once more at a gas station. Adrian was different to say the least, but you could tell he really truly did try to be nice to everyone. 

You exchanged numbers then and it grew from there. You fell once again, but this time you fell harder than you’ve ever fallen before. You didn’t know love can feel like this. 

You thought you loved your first boyfriend. You were wrong. The feelings you had for Adrian were the strongest you’d ever felt for anyone. That includes your family. 

He was sweet and so soft. Adrian was the first boyfriend you had to actually show that he cared.

You gave Adrian your everything. You didn’t know if he felt the same, but you didn’t think you’d ever love anything or anyone like how you loved Adrian Chase.

What you didn’t know is that Adrian felt the exact same way. Adrian fell so hard for you.

He didn’t know that love like this existed at all. He loved you so much sometimes it hurt him.

Girls didn’t want to date him. 

Girls didn’t want him near them, but you did. You wanted all of him. His weird quirks and habits. Adrian fell so hard for you. What you also didn’t know is that Adrian fell first. 

Adrian fell for you after your first night spent together. It was your fourth date.

You had asked him if you could go over. You guys spent the night doing..well fun things.

The next morning, when Adrian awoke without you next to him. He sighed sadly.

Another person who was probably disappointed in him. Chris was right he probably wasn’t good enough for a girl to genuinely like him...

But then he smelled bacon?

Adrian grabbed a pocket knife heading to the kitchen looking in shock as you hummed whisking a bowl.

His heart began to race as you stood there in nothing but your shirt and his boxers. You smiled widely seeing him.

“Oh good morning! I would’ve woken you up, but you looked so peaceful and I wanted to surprise you after yesterday because man did you really treat me yesterday..” You grew a bit flustered at the memories.

“Do you like pancakes Adrian?” 

He stood there stunned just staring at you for a moment before striding across the room to hug you tightly.

“Yeah I like pancakes...” 

You smiled returning the hug a bit difficult with the bowl in your hand, but you still returned it. 

“You look so fucking pretty right now dude.” 

You blushed a bit smiling. “Thanks Adrian..now let me go please I gotta make the pancakes so the bacon doesn’t get cold.” 

“I don’t care about the bacon getting cold we can always reheat it..”

Adrian wanted right there and then to tell you how much he loved you, but he held back. It was your fourth date after all. Even he knew it was too soon. 

That led to now. One year had passed since you both got together. You had found out about Adrian being Vigilante after six months together. 

He thought you would leave, but you surprised him by saying I love you. That was your first time saying I love you. 

Adrian didn’t let you go at all that night. 

You moved in with him after an official year together. “You sure you wanna live here?” You nodded reassuring him once more.

“Dude we’ve gone over this. Your place is way more homey than my one bedroom apartment.” You kissed his cheek carrying a box.

Adrian took the box from you with a grin. “As long as you want this...”

“I do..do you?” Adrian nodded eagerly. 

“I do. I’ve haven’t wanted anything more than this.” You smiled grabbing another box.

“Then let’s go roomie.” 

Adrian had been ecstatic when you said yes after he first initially asked. It was a week ago, you both had just gotten done having fun once again. 

As you laid cuddled up to him, he couldn’t stop staring at you and it occurred to him he wanted this every day. 

‘Move in with me.’

He thought you’d say no from how surprised you looked when he asked. You smiled though and said yes before jumping on him laughing.

Adrian didn’t regret asking you for one second. He was happy so long as you were and lucky for him he was what made you happy. 

The first week together had felt like a small dream to you. Every morning waking up next to him became your new favorite thing in the whole world. 

Peace doesn’t last forever though.

It started when Peacemaker had been released from prison. Adrian told you how excited he was now that his best friend was out of prison.

You knew the stories and genuinely believed Peacemaker had to be some kind of good person. Adrian talked about him as if he was.

You trusted Adrian.

“Y/N I want you to meet Peacemaker!” You looked up from the stove in surprise hearing him.

“Wow you must be excited I didn’t even get a hi..” Adrian walked to you hugging you from behind. 

“Okay hi now will you meet my bestie?!” He excitedly brought it up. He wanted nothing more than for his two favorite people to get along. 

You hummed in thought. “Okay. I’ll meet him. He sounds like a cool guy from how you describe him.” Adrian cheered at your answer.

“Fuck yeah!” He pulled you away from the stove kissing you deeply. You reciprocated almost immediately before pulling away. 

“Okay we’ll go out tomorrow yeah? Let me finish cooking now yeah?” Adrian shook his head. 

“Nope let me help!” You sighed with a small smile letting him help you finish dinner.

The next day, you couldn’t help but be nervous to meet the person Adrian has deemed as his best friend.

What if he didn’t like you? Would Adrian not like you anymore? No...he wouldn’t..

You were slightly scared. 

As you walked into the bar holding Adrian’s hand you couldn’t help but smile seeing Adrian grow excited. He pulled you along waving at Peacemaker.

“Dude!” 

“Oh hey Adrian!” He whistled seeing you, “Hello..who are you? I’m Christopher Smith. You could call me Chris.” He smirked a bit as Adrian sat you both down across from him.

You smiled at him raising your hand, “Hi my name is Y/N. I’m Adrian’s girlfriend-”

“Thimble’s girlfriend? I highly doubt that.” Adrian laughed at his small joke, but you noticed the small frown he wanted to make.

“Thimble?” You asked a bit confused.

“Yeah you know,” Chris made a small gesture with his fingers, 

“I didn’t hit puberty till I was in my twenties.” Adrian smiled at you.

“Oh..well that’s not very nice.” You frowned a bit. Adrian waved it off. 

“It’s fine he usually makes fun of people like this!” Adrian reassured you patting your leg. 

You nodded still feeling a bit uneasy. As the night went on you realized you had every right to feel uneasy. 

Christopher Smith was an asshole.

“Yeah we had some good times together huh Adrian?” Adrian nodded agreeing with Chris. 

“We really did! It was so awesome back then Y/N!” 

Back then was it not awesome now?..

Chris went into detail about some of the old stuff they use to do. Although most of it was about him. He waved Adrian off completely.

“There were also the threesomes.” 

“Oh yeah I forgot about those.” Adrian shrugged as Chris laughed. 

“That’s surprising considering some of the girls were..woo! I mean your girlfriend is pretty hot too.” Chris winked at you.

You grew uncomfortable hearing his words. 

“Threesomes?...I didn’t know about those..” Chris made a small surprised look. 

“Really I thought Adrian would’ve talked about it.” Adrian shrugged. 

“I mean it’s not like I have to tell her all the stories of the past.” You grit your teeth at his words. You told him everything about you. 

It was fine he had secrets, but you would’ve like to have known he had sex with multiple women with his best friend. Is this what he meant when he said it use to be awesome back then? 

Did he want to go back to that?

Adrian usually wouldn’t shrug off your feelings like this as well. Why was he acting so different? This wasn’t your sweet boyfriend who cared. This was a completely different person.

You didn’t like that.

“So Y/N what do you do?” You smiled a bit not wanting to ruin the night.

“Oh well I own a small flower shop-”

“Flowers?”

You nodded, “Yeah flowers. I like plants.” 

“That’s kinda boring.” Chris took a sip of his beer staring at you as if you were the weird one.

“How is that boring? I’m doing something I enjoy and Adrian likes my plants and flowers..”

“Well does he? Last I check he used to complain about them.” You glanced at Adrian seeing him keep a neutral face.

“Well he assured me he likes them...He gets excited when I tell him about the new shipments!” 

Chris laughed, “Really dude you like flowers now?” Adrian nodded. 

“Yeah they’re really pretty dude! Y/N grows the best flowers!” You smiled hearing him. This was your boyfriend.

“Although she does talk about them a lot and I mean a lot sometimes I feel like it’s all she talks about.” Adrian laughed a bit with Chris as you sat there feeling embarrassed. You wanted to go home.

“Um..I’m not feeling so well..” Adrian looked at you worriedly. 

“Oh crap you okay?” You nodded a bit. 

“Yeah I think I just need some rest. I’ma head on home early. I’ll see you then okay?” Adrian shook his head standing up. 

“No come on I’ll take you home-”

“No Adrian. Stay with your friend. Have fun.” You kissed his cheek walking out a bit hurriedly. 

Adrian sat down confused. You looked upset. No he knew you were upset.”I think I’ma head on home dude. I wanna make sure she’s okay.”

“You sure dude? She did say she was fine.”

“Yeah I wanna see with my own eyes.” Chris nodded. 

“Alright dude if you wanna hang out soon call I guess.” Adrian nodded. “I will.” 

He got home confused to see you sitting in bed reading a book with a cup of tea next to you. “Y/N?” 

You jumped hearing him, “Oh hey..I thought you were staying out?” 

Adrian made a small noise, “Psh. How could I relax and have fun knowing you weren’t feeling good?” You smiled a small bit hearing his words.

“Thanks hun..I’m feeling better now so if you wanna go out again you can?” Adrian shook his head moving to sit at the end of the bed.

“Why were you upset?” You looked at him a bit in shock. 

“I wasn’t upset-”

“Y/N I can tell when you’re upset. You may not think I can, but I can.” You stood quiet for a small moment at his words.

“Do you miss the way things use to be with Chris?” 

“What?”

“Like before you got with me. It seems like you did.” Adrian shook his head. 

“I don’t. I miss my friend and sure some of things we used to do, but I’m happy with you,” 

“Are you? I don’t bore you or anything-”

“No you don’t. Why are you bringing this up?” You sighed. 

“You act different around Chris.” 

“What? No I don’t-”

“You do Adrian. You may not think you do, but you do. You shrugged me off by not telling me about the past threesomes with Chris.”

“I didn’t think they were important-”

“They’re not, but still something I would’ve like to have known about. You embarrassed me too..I don’t mean to talk about my flower shop so much..If it really bothered you I wish you would’ve said something instead of laughing about it with Chris.”

Adrian shook his head, “Okay hold on. Hold on. I did not embarrass you if anything you kinda embarrassed yourself-”

“Excuse me?”

“Let me finish. You seemed disinterested in everything Peacemaker said-”

“Most of it was making fun of you! Are you seriously angry at me for not liking that he made fun of you?” You grew a bit angry sitting more up in bed.

“I didn’t say that and I’m not mad! You’re the one who’s mad right now!”

“Because you’re implying that I embarrassed myself by not wanting to listen to a dick make fun of my incredible boyfriend!”

Adrian laughed standing up. “This is getting out of hand.” 

“Yeah it is, You made fun of me with your friend about something I’m passionate about and the second I bring it up you say I embarrassed myself.”

“Y/N it’s Peacemaker! He has a pet Eagle! He doesn’t wanna hear about flowers!” You stood up following Adrian out. 

“You did when we met! I thought you liked my flowers!” 

“I do! I just think you shouldn’t have brought them up to Peacemaker!” You clenched your fist hurt by him.

“He asked about them!” 

“Well they were boring to him.” 

“I don’t care about them being boring to him! I don’t want them to be boring to you!! That’s what I’m trying to get at! I don’t wanna be boring to you! You made fun of me tonight! You shrugged me off as if I was a nuisance and now you say I was the embarrassment of tonight!” 

“Because you were! I just wanted a good night out with my friend and you Y/N, but now I realize that was a bad idea on my part! Since you’re being suddenly really fucking sensitive! Fuck maybe the old days were fucking better.” 

You froze hurt by his his words. Biting your lip to stop crying. Adrian looked down realizing what he said. “Y/N-” 

“Don’t. Okay..just don’t.. Go out with your friend. Sorry I brought it up.” You mumbled out walking back to your room. Adrian sighed hearing the door close.

He grabbed his jacket taking off to calm down. He’d apologize in the morning.

You sniffled a bit in bed flinching hearing the front door slam. Was Adrian going to end up like every other relationship in your life? Was he going to leave?

He was the best thing you’d ever had..You didn’t wanna lose him, but if he thinks you’re boring and embarrassing then him leaving was probably for the best. 

You’d never would’ve made him feel the way he just made you feel. You knew he knows the feeling too. His parents and brother used to treat him this way...

Adrian drove to Chris’s walking in deciding to drink the night away, but as he sat on the couch drinking he couldn’t help but to replay the fight in his mind.

What if you left him after this? He fucked up he knows he did.

“Come on man you’re being a buzz kill. What’s on your mind?”

Adrian sighed hearing Chris, “I got into a fight with Y/N.” Chris looked at him in surprise.

“What? You guys are like disgustingly in love what do you have to fight about?”

“You really think so?” Chris nodded. 

“Yeah dude it’s so obvious. Now what happened?” Adrian replayed the fight to Chris surprised when Chris smacked him upside the head.

“You were being a dick.” 

“I know! I know I was! Ow..”

“You deserve way more than that. Dude I know I’m an asshole she had every right to be angry and she was right you did laugh at her with me! Fuck now I’m realizing how much of a dick I was.”

Adrian sighed taking another drink from his bottle. “I’ll go home in the morning. I think she wants some space.” 

Only that didn’t happen. Adrian was angry and upset with himself so he drank and drank.

You received a call from him at around three a.m. 

“Adrian?..is everything okay?” 

“Y/N!!” He was drunk. “I miss you so fucking much!..” 

You sighed hearing him, “Do you want me to come get you?” 

“No no! I honestly don’t know why I called..I know you’re probably mad at me..I’m mad at me..” He sighed. 

“I just wanted to hear your voice to know you were okay..I got really sad at the thought of you crying in bed without me there. I didn’t mean what I said...” You smiled a bit hearing his voice crack.

“I was such an asshole.” He hiccuped a bit. “Do us both a favor don’t forgive me so suddenly.” 

You laughed a bit, “Where are you?” 

“Why?” He asked confused.

“I’m gonna go get you. We can talk in the morning..” Adrian sniffled a bit. 

“I’m at Peacemakers pick me up tomorrow morning hun! I don’t want you driving so late for an idiot like me!” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah please..please..don’t drive so late...” He wiped his face.

“Okay...I’ll go get you tomorrow okay hun?” 

“Okay...I’ma try to get some sleep..I can’t sleep without you..” You wiped away a stray tear. 

“Get some rest I promise I’ll be there tomorrow morning.” 

You awoke with a small heavy heart. You still needed to talk to Adrian about what was said. He said he didn’t mean it, but you needed to hear it in person.

Part of you dreaded seeing him, you wanted to forgive him but he really hurt your feelings. Adrian had sent you Peacemakers address yesterday for you to find him.

Once arriving, you knocked on the door waiting for Chris or Adrian to open up. Neither did. “Adrian?” You called out knocking again. You sighed tapping your foot.

The door opened. It was a girl wearing your boyfriends sweater. “Is this Christopher Smith’s place?...” You trailed off not able to tear your eyes away from Adrian’s sweater on her. 

You walked in seeing Chris asleep in bed along with Adrian on the other side...

Was the phone call a mistake? Did he not mean what he said? He really did want the past back with his friend.

Your entire body felt like it was breaking. Your chest tightened up as you tried to bite back your sobs. Grabbing a glass from Chris’s cabinet, the girl looked in confusion seeing you fill it up before throwing it in Adrian’s face.

He yelped out a bit opening his eyes to see you. “Y/N?” Adrian tilted his head in confusion.

“How the fuck could you?!” He looked behind you to see the girl wearing his sweater. 

“Shit wait! I know what it looks like-” 

“Oh I know what it is! You’re a piece of shit Adrian Chase!” You sobbed a bit storming off. 

“Don’t worry my stuff will be out of your place by tonight.” 

Adrian shot out of the bed chasing after you. “Y/N! Y/N please wait!” 

You scoffed ignoring him, “Y/N I’m sorry! But it really isn’t what you think!!” He reached out grabbing your arm to stop you from leaving.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You pushed him away, 

“Don’t touch me. You don’t get to fucking touch me. You..Fuck Adrian...Fuck! You mean the fucking world to me! Do you not get that?! Was I not good enough for you!? Why?! I can’t..” You panted a bit shaking.

Adrian shook his head, “You are good enough! Y/N you’re everything I could ever want! I promise!” 

“No I’m not! Obviously I wasn’t! Adrian..I fucking love you!! I really really do! You..I thought you wouldn’t hurt me! You promised to never hurt me like I’ve been hurt before! You promised...” 

Adrian’s heart broke hearing your sobs. You weakly tried pushing him away as he pulled you to him. It hurt him. 

“I’m not..That wasn’t what I wanted! It’s not what you think please let me explain..” His voice cracked as he pleaded with you.

Adrian knew that this did not look good. None of it did. He doesn’t blame you for thinking the way you did.

“Please..Y/N please..I promise you it’s not what it fucking looks like! I swear to you on everything! I drank a lot last night! I did, but I would never fucking hurt you this way! I would never!” 

You laughed a bit, “I embarrassed myself last night remember and I talk too much about my shop-”

“No you did not! I was an asshole for saying that! I am a complete idiot! I love hearing you talk about your shop. You smile so widely when you talk about it! I love to see that smile.”

“You said the old days without me were better-”

“They’re not! Y/N I was so fucking lonely back then! I didn’t feel much of anything back then! The only real thrill I got was when I was Vigilante! You made me feel things I didn’t know I could...Fuck the old days. I want my days with you..” 

You cried a bit in his chest as he rubbed your back. 

“I shouldn’t have left. I should’ve just marched back in and apologized right there and then. I am so fucking sorry..I’m sorry...None of what you saw right now is what it looks like. Chris had sex with her..I did not. I fell asleep.”

“Why were you in bed with them! Why is she wearing your fucking sweater!?” 

“Chris gave her my sweater when she got cold. He told me about it after they finished! She didn’t sleep in the same bed as me and him. She slept on the couch! I slept in the bed with Chris cause I was too drunk to walk and he wanted to make sure I didn’t choke in my sleep. I swear to you..that is what happened..”

You shook a bit as Adrian gripped you tightly. “Excuse me...” You peaked your head up seeing the girl now wearing Chris’s shirt. 

“I’m so sorry I caused confusion...He told me he had a girlfriend. Everything he’s saying is true..I was given his sweater cause I got cold..I promise nothing happened between me and him..Only me and the other guy..” 

You nodded taking Adrian’s sweater from her. “Thank you..” You mumbled out as she awkwardly nodded.

Adrian waited for a response from you as you fiddled with his sweater. Chris walked out heading to you both.

“Dude Y/N! Gina just told me what happened! Nothing happened no threesomes took place! I promise! I just made him sleep in my bed to make sure the idiot didn’t choke on his vomit! No threesomes happened! Adrian like is totally obsessed with you-” 

“I know the girl explained everything already.” 

“Oh...” You snorted a bit as he adjusted himself. 

“Sorry for the scene I caused-” 

“Don’t apologize! I was being a dick last night and you had every right to think what you thought! Adrian told me what happened. You didn’t deserve me laughing at you. I promise you again though. No threesomes happened last night, but if you ever wanted one I wouldn’t be opposed-”

“Dude!” Adrian yelled at him angrily. 

“Back off! I don’t share her!” 

You laughed a bit as they argued back and forth. 

“I’m just saying wouldn’t you want someone you know touching your girlfriend-”

“No I don’t want anyone touching her but me!”

You grabbed Adrian’s hand shutting them both up. Chris cleared his throat, ‘Well I guess I’ll be going inside now. Reach out when you wanna hang again dude. Y/N good to see you. Sorry again.” 

Chris left as Adrian took his sweater from you to put around your shoulders. “It’s cold..” He murmured kissing your forehead.

You nodded letting him walk you to the car. It was a quiet drive back. Once at home, Adrian showered as you threw his sweater in the hamper. 

“Please say something.” Adrian sat next to you after he got changed. You shrugged. 

“I don’t know what to say..I’m a bit embarrassed..”

“No don’t be. You had every right to think the way you did Y/N. I’m surprised you’re still here to be honest..”

“Do you not want me to be-”

“Yes I want you here! I don’t want you anywhere else but here! Please don’t go..”

You nodded moving into Adrian’s arms. “Hold me?” He nodded quickly. 

“I want nothing more than to hold you..I’m so so sorry Y/N..I’m so sorry..” Adrian kissed you wanting you to know how he felt. 

“I’m sorry too Adrian..” He shook his head. 

“No you don’t apologize. I crossed the line last night with what I said. I love you..I love you so fucking much..I realized I did the morning after we had sex for the first time..I thought you left, but you didn’t. Instead you made pancakes..”

“I thought it’d be nice to make you pancakes..” You smiled at the realization Adrian fell first.

“It was..It was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me. I’m sorry..” 

You smiled kissing him. “It’s okay..I missed you so much last night..I really did Adrian. I shouldn’t have let you leave..I had trouble sleeping.” 

He grinned hearing you, “I had to get stupid drunk to fall asleep. I’m used to you here with me..I’m sorry again-” 

“Shut up.” You pulled him into a deep kiss running your hands through his hair. Adrian took a deep breath kissing you back roughly. He groaned as you tugged his hair. 

You smiled as he began kissing your neck. “Fuck..so pretty..” Adrian whispered in your ear kissing your jaw nibbling it softly.

You gasped a bit as he moved his hands up the back of your shirt fiddling with your bra strap. “Can I?”

You grinned. He always asked you first. Even if you’d made it clear you wanted it, he still always asked. 

“Yeah Adrian you can..”

“Fucking hot.” He moved you under him kissing you. You couldn’t keep the smile off your place. 

“So fucking beautiful..How could you ever think I’d want anyone but you?..” He grunted as you pulled him off your neck.

“I love you Adrian..please don’t leave me..”

“I could never leave you..I should be asking you not to leave me with the shit I just had you put up with..Fuck I love you Y/N..”

You pulled him down kissing him once more. “Keep kissing me idiot.” 

“Careful I won’t let you leave the bed if you say it like that.”

“Maybe I want that.”

Adrian smiled kissing your forehead, “Then it’s settled you’re not leaving this bed until I say you can or unless you have to pee. I don’t wanna be weird and dictate your bladder. It is your bladder. You know when nature calls-”

“You’re ruining the mood.”

“Oh..” He sheepishly smiled kissing you again. “Please forget what I said.” 

You laughed as he began to lift your shirt off.

“No promises..”

[astarionsdarlingjade]

Ruin

Chap. 1

word count- 8k+

Astarion/Named Fem! Dark Urge

The gif isn't really relevant but I didn't want to not put anything. I'll probably change it later when I get the photo mod figured out.

This takes place ten years before the events of the game.

The lights and sounds of the tavern bombarded her senses as she walked through the wooden creaking doors. The place was packed with patrons of all sorts; humans, dwarves, and even some elves, and all of them were drunk out of their minds. A few heads turned as she made her way towards the bar, but most of the patrons were too absorbed in their drinks or their own conversations to notice her. She was used to it, though. 

It was best for when she needed to find her targets. Taking a seat at the bar she kept the hood of her cloak low so as not to be seen. The Blushing Mermaid was certainly busier tonight, filled to the brim with sailors fresh from a long haul and dock workers ready to drink their pay.

She would need to pick at least one tonight to sate her father's prayers. Her eyes landed on a tiefling woman, who sat in the far corner of the tavern. Her golden irises were framed by black, and her navy skin glinted under the candlelight. Away from the bustling of the sailors, she sat nursing one drink that seemed to have been sat there for hours. 

Their eyes met, and she quickly sent her a small coquettish smile before setting her own drink down. She moved to leave her stool, but before she could, a smooth and velvety voice reached her ears.

"Hello, beautiful."

Forcing herself to stop her movements, she turned to look at who exactly had the gall to approach a Bhaalspawn. Even if it wasn't obvious. Looking over her shoulder revealed a pale elf, his eyes a deep shade of red, framed by silver locks. Not too unusual, but there was something rather unnerving about how they seemed to glow so vibrantly.

She sighed inwardly, hoping that he would quickly leave her be, so that she might focus on the tiefling woman. He must have taken her sighing for a sign because he smiled and took the stool beside her.

"I've not seen you here before. What brings you to a place like this?"

His smile was a bit too practiced, she noticed. He also made sure that his lips were sealed tight. Strange.

What a pretty corpse he'd make-

She bit back a snarky response and forced a polite smile instead, "Just passing through."

Please leave, Lord Bhaal must have a sufficient sacrifice before midnight, and I refuse to displease him. She prayed silently.

But he didn't, instead, he regaled her with many a line about the beauty of her hair, and her eyes. All the while she had to bite back her temper and pray to her father for him to simply leave her be.

After what seemed like hours, she finally spoke again. "Do you wish to buy me a drink, or simply sit beside me?"

Her question seemed to startle him, but his composure returned, and he grinned at her.

"I can, but only if you promise me one thing."

Her patience was running thin. The clock was so close to ticking midnight.

Her eyes fell back to the far end of the room, the tiefling woman was gone, her drink still sat on the table, nearly full as it had been before.

Gods damnit-

"Give me the pleasure of your company for the night. And I'll buy you any drink you desire."

She nearly spat in shock. So that was what he getting at? He wanted to... take her to bed? 

His tone was laced with seduction as he continued, "And when morning comes, you can have your way with me. But first, let me have mine with you."

She could practically hear her father's screams of rage as the clock struck 11.

Lord Bhaal demanded blood. Demanded a sacrifice-

"Very well," she acquiesced, swallowing back thoughts of how he would look covered in blood. His own, of course.

She would have to make this quick, she was already late.

"Come," She said, taking his hand as she led him through the creaking doors. "I am at your disposal."

"For now," she added, her voice low.

The streets of Baldur's Gate were deadly silent for once, the only noise came from the taverns and the docks, and even then the sounds were distant, muffled by the buildings. She had led the elf through the alleys, weaving and darting through them, until they found a quiet spot near the harbor, where a single ship was docked.

"What's this?" he asked, an edge to his voice.

She turned and looked at him, and gave him a seductive smirk. "We're alone, and the streets are quiet."

It didn't take him long to understand her meaning. He wasted no time, and before she could get another word out, his mouth was upon hers.  The kiss was heated and messy, and he grabbed her waist and pushed her against the wall of a nearby building.

She pulled away and smiled. "Impatient, are we?"

"Only because I know what I want." He said, returning her smile.

"And what do you want, hmm?" she asked, still a bit breathless from the kiss.

He smirked and moved his hands down to her hips. "You. Now."

She laughed. "So forward! You haven't even given me your name," she said, with a tone of faux offense.

"I could say the same to you, darling," he retorted.

"Rhea," She said, whispering it softly.

He repeated it, rolling the name on his tongue.

"Such a pretty name, for such a pretty thing," He purred, pulling her closer.

She pulled back, her lips ghosting over his ear. His breath hitched. Her tongue darted out and traced the shell of his ear, before she nibbled on his earlobe. He let out a small, choked moan, before he felt her hand press against his bulge.

"And yours," she asked quietly, her hand moving slowly over his bulge. 

Even without the clock, she could tell it was just past midnight. Surely, skipping one night of sacrifice wouldn't be too harmful. If anything, Orin would more than make up for her share.

"Astarion, darling," He breathed, his lips ghosting against hers.

"A lovely name," she replied, rolling it on her tongue as she closed the distance. This kiss was much softer, and gentler than the first. It was tender and warm.

It felt nice. She let herself get lost in the moment. In his touch. His hands were cool, and it was almost easy, to forget her lost sacrifice. To forget who she was. Almost.

She pulled away, her breathing heavy, and her heart racing. Astarion looked at her, his eyes wide, and his lips slightly parted. It was hard to tell under the dim streetlights, but there seemed to be no color to his pallid face. She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off with another kiss. It was hungry, and it burned through her like wildfire. Intoxicating.

"Oh, darling. I am going to enjoy making you scream," he said breathlessly. 

"Is that a promise?" She asked coyly, tasting the salt from the sea on her tongue as she spoke.

"Indeed it is, " he murmured. 

She laughed dryly. "We'll see."

He pushed her forward, her back hitting the wall. He was on her in a second, his mouth attacking hers, and his hands roaming her body. She groaned, her hands tangling themselves in his hair. He chuckled and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. He began to trail kisses down her neck, nipping and sucking on the skin as he went. She gasped, arching her back, trying to get closer to him. His other hand snaked up her thigh and under her dress, slowly dragging his nails across her skin. She moaned, rutting her hips into him.

"Gods, you're so eager." He pressed his body against hers, pinning her to the wall, and his knee found its way between her legs, forcing a whine from her lips as she ground her hips against his knee. Surprisingly desperate for friction. 

"Astarion..."

"That's it, darling. Moan my name. Let the whole city hear you."

He was surprisingly careful not to bite into her flesh, his teeth grazing just enough for heat to pool in her stomach. She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut. She could feel her arousal building, her body aching for more. For him.

He grinned, and pulled away, his hand leaving her wrist. She groaned at the loss of contact, and he silenced her with a kiss. His hands unclipped her cloak and let it slide to the ground before pushing her dress up and past her hips. Astarion broke the kiss and looked down at her, his eyes on fire. Cool air hit her heated core, and she shivered. 

"My, my, darling," He cooed. "How wet you are for me. Are you always this ready, or am I just special?"

"You talk too much," she growled, pulling him down into another kiss.

Her hand slid between them, and she rubbed her palm against him, drawing a low moan from his plush lips.

He pushed her hand away and pulled her dress up. She frowned and her brow furrowed, as he stepped back.  He knelt, and she swallowed thickly, anticipation coiling in her stomach. She leaned back against the wall, her hands gripping the rough bricks for support. He began trailing kisses up her thighs, and her breath hitched. His hand caressed her thighs, and he ran his tongue along her inner thigh. She let out a gasp, and she could feel him smirking against her skin.

"So sensitive." He ran his tongue ran closer to her heat, and she shivered.

" Astarion ... "

"Tell me what you want, darling."

"Touch me, please," She gasped, her nails digging into the bricks.

He paused his movements, seemingly lost in thought before he spoke again.

"Mm. Beg for me," he said, his eyes not meeting her gaze. Distant-

She gritted her teeth. "No."

He paused and looked up at her, his crimson eyes a blaze. "Beg, or I'll leave you like this."

She threw him a glare. Her, beg? For some-

His cool breath fanned over her cunt, making her stomach flutter, and her face hot. 

"Fine," she gritted through her teeth.

"Please."

"Please what, darling?" he cooed. 

"Please, I want you to fuck me. Right now."

He smirked. "Good girl."

He dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs. She felt his lips on her, and she threw her head back, moaning loudly. His tongue was warm, as he licked a line from her opening to her clit, circling her entrance.

"Oh, yes. Fuck, yes," she moaned, her fingers tangling themselves in his silver hair.

He moaned, his tongue lapping at her folds. Her hips bucked as her toes curled in her boots. Laughing, he began to tease her, his tongue flicking at her clit, his fingers slid into her hot cunt.

"Please, please, please," She pleaded, her voice desperate. 

A far cry from her usual disposition. Not even he could get this much of a response from her. 

He moaned, the sound vibrating through her, his fingers curled inside her, and his tongue teased her clit.

She was a mess, her body trembling, her eyes screwed shut, her breaths coming in gasps and short bursts. He smirked, and began to thrust his fingers in and out of her faster, his tongue swirling around her clit.

"More. Please, fuck. Please, please," she begged, her voice breaking.

He obliged, adding a third finger, and pumping them in and out of her. She could feel herself nearing the edge, her body shuddering, her thighs quivering. She was barely able to keep upright, the brick of the wall rough against her hands.

"Hells," She moaned, her hands fisting his hair. He hummed as he sucked on her clit, his fingers steadily working her to her climax.

"Oh, fuck, fuck!" She screamed, her body tensing as her orgasm washed over her, her vision white.

He licked her through her orgasm, his fingers still thrusting inside her all the while. She gasped, her body shuddering, her eyes clenched shut. He pulled away, and licked his lips, his eyes shining with amusement and his chin glistened with her juices.

"Now, love. Tell me, how was that?"

She stared at him, her eyes wide. It certainly didn't compare to her usual feelings, but-

He stood and leaned in, kissing her. Probably thinking her speechless.

"That good, hm? Well, it's a good thing we have the entire night to ourselves." Before she could answer, his mouth was on hers, his tongue slipping past her lips, and his hand gripping her thigh.

She could taste herself on his lips, making her whimper, her hands fisted the front of his shirt. Her hands reached for his belt, quickly undoing it before the sound of drunken shouts and slurred speech interrupted her.

Astarion pulled away, looking over towards the docks. A group of sailors were walking away from the taverns, their voices loud and their steps clumsy.

"Shit," She cursed. It would probably be best to return-

"Perhaps we should finish this  somewhere else." Astarion's voice pulled her back to reality. "Somewhere, with a bit more privacy?"

She smirked and nodded. "That would be wise." She looked up at him, her eyes narrowing. "Though I rather think you're enjoying this."

He smiled and shrugged. "Can you blame me?"

She shook her head. "I suppose not."

He looked at her, his smile faltering. "Shall we?" he said as he offered an arm. 

She paused and bit her lip before linking her arm in his. "We shall."

The door to her temporary home was quickly unlocked, and she ushered him inside.

He looked around, his eyes taking in the small room. "How quaint," He remarked, his eyes scanning the walls before they landed on the bed, the sheets and pillows still messy from when she woke.

"I prefer not to stand out," she said her voice brusque as she latched the door behind him.

He chuckled and turned back to her. "Fair."

His hand went to her waist, pulling her closer. Astarion leaned in and kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth. She moaned into the kiss, her hands tangling themselves in his hair, pulling him even closer. He hummed, his other hand moving to her hip. She gasped as he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as if by instinct. He carried her to the bed and laid her down, his mouth never leaving hers.

She broke the kiss, her hands tugging at his shirt. "Off," She demanded.

She ran her hands over his chest, her eyes trailing over his body. "Very," She murmured.

He leaned in, his mouth attacking her neck. She gasped, her back arching into him, and her hands gripping his shoulders. He chuckled and continued his assault on her neck, nipping and sucking at the skin. Her hips bucked, her eyes rolling back into her skull. His hands slid down her sides, grabbing her ass and pulling her closer. "Please," She breathed.

He smirked and ground his hips against hers. "Please what, my dear?"

She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut. "I need you," She pleaded.

He chuckled and moved his mouth lower, his teeth grazing her collarbone. "Where?"

"Everywhere," She breathed.

She whimpered, her hips bucking, her back arching. "Astarion. Please. Fuck. Touch me."

He hummed and pulled away, his hand sliding up her dress. His fingers found her clit and began to rub it.

He smirked at her, watching her fall apart under his touch. "Like this, darling?"

"Gods yes," she hissed, her eyes squeezed shut. "Like that."

He moaned, his fingers circling her clit, his tongue running along her throat. She shuddered, her hips bucking up.

"Please. Please. Please," She pleaded, her voice already hoarse.

"So needy," He slid a finger inside her, his thumb continuing to circle her clit.

She gasped, her legs spreading wider, her body trembling as the cool air hit her.

He continued, his finger sliding in and out of her cunt, his thumb teasing and circling her clit. She writhed beneath him, her body aching for more.

He added a second finger, his thumb pressing against her clit. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he whispered, his lips brushing her ear.

She whimpered, her eyes screwing shut. "Yes."

He grinned and quickened his pace, his fingers pumping in and out of her. Her hips rocked, that familiar heat pooling in her stomach again. She moaned, her back arching, while her thighs quivered. He curled his fingers, his thumb brushing against her clit. Her hips bucked once more, her back arching into his hand before all pressure vanished.

Her eyes opened, and she looked up at him, her pupils blown wide, her face flushed. "Why did you stop?" she wined, her voice an octave higher than its usual tone.

He laughed, and moved his hand, his fingers running up her thigh. "I want to taste you."

He leaned in, trailing kisses along her collarbone. She gasped, her body tensing, her eyes screwing shut as the kisses trailed down her neck, his hand slowly making its way down her stomach.

"You want me, don't you, darling? Want to feel me inside you, filling you, stretching you?" He nipped at her collarbone again, his fingers rubbing circles on her hip.

It was maddening, the feel of his fingers along her burning skin, his open-mouthed kisses were bruising, surely to leave a purple mark in the morning. 

"Please," She breathed, her eyes opening.

The word came so easily now, something she had never had to even utter before. A word that was many others last to her. 

"You beg so beautifully. It would be rude not to grant your request." He pushed her dress up and over her head, and tossed it to the side as his eyes roamed her exposed body.

She shivered as the cool air hit her skin. He smirked and leaned in, his lips ghosting over her nipple before he instead opted to kiss her again, his tongue slipping into her mouth, his fingers dancing over her hip. She moaned loudly, not bothering to cover her mouth this time, her hands were too busy fisting the sheets. He broke the kiss, his lips moving to her neck, trailing slowly down to her breasts.

"Please, Astarion," She breathed his name again, like a prayer. 

He laughed, his hand sliding down her stomach, his fingers teasing her clit. She writhed against his hand, her body needed more.

"I could get used to hearing that," He purred, his fingers pushing into her.

And she could listen to his voice all-day-

"Oh, fuck."

He moaned, kissing her shoulder, his hand still moving, his fingers pumping in and out of her faster and faster. She shuddered, and her hands clenched the sheets tighter. She writhed beneath him, her eyes screwed shut, her breath ragged.

"Fuck, Astarion."

He laughed and continued to pump his fingers into her, while his mouth found her breast, his tongue circling her nipple, his teeth scraped against it. 

"Gods." she moaned, her hands now around his neck, pulling him closer, her fingers tangling in his hair.

A familiar coil started to tighten as his fingers fucked her faster.

"I could do this all day. Watching you fall apart beneath me. Hearing you moan, feeling you writhe, seeing your body shake," he murmured into her skin as his lips moved from her breast and trailed up her chest, neck, and jaw before his mouth finally met hers, his tongue pushing between her lips.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she broke it, her voice slurring, "Please. I need you. 'Need you to fill me. Make me yours."

He groaned before pulling away from her, his fingers sliding out of her. He forced them into her mouth, making her taste herself.  She sucked on them, licking them clean as he watched her, his eyes hooded, his lips parted.

He hummed and pulled his fingers from her mouth, his hand going to his breeches. Astarion undid his pants, freeing his cock. The sight of his cock made her bite her lip, her stomach twisted, and a shiver of excitement ran through her.

"Mmm, I do enjoy the way you look at me, darling." He positioned himself at her entrance, his fingers digging into her thighs as he pulled her closer.

"You're so beautiful, Astarion. So perfect," She cooed, as her hands trailed down his chest. She pushed him back onto the bed and she straddled his hips, her nails dragging across his skin, leaving faint pink marks in their wake. Surprise crossed his face, as if he hadn't expected it.

But he recovered quickly. "Oh, am I?" His smirk returned, though there was something else there too—something she couldn't quite grasp.

His eyes darkened and his nostrils flared. His voice was husky and his words were breathy, "Do tell me, what about me is so perfect?"

She hummed, as she trailed a finger up his neck and jaw. She cupped his cheek and leaned in close, their lips almost touching, but not quite. Her other hand trailed down his body to wrap around his cock, pumping him slowly. He was already hard for her. "So, so many things." Her tongue darted out and licked his bottom lip before she took it between her teeth and bit down.

"I'm sure, darling, but please do be a dear and enlighten me," He rasped.

She grinned wickedly. "I think it would be better to show you."  He leaned his head back, allowing her access to him. 

She kissed and sucked at the skin, leaving red marks that would certainly be gone by morning. Her lips trailed down to his collarbone, her teeth scraping his skin. She felt him shudder, his body trembling as his grip tightened. She pulled away, a satisfied smirk playing across her lips.

"You're trembling," She said, her voice teasing.

He swallowed, his eyes meeting hers. "You've been such a tease," His voice was hoarse.

"Am I?"

She leaned in, her lips ghosting over his neck, her teeth grazing his earlobe. "Well, maybe I should tease you some more."

He groaned, his hips thrusting up, as his cock brushed her stomach.

She pulled away, her hands gripped his shoulders, and her legs pinned him down.

"Or," she whispered, her voice dropping an octave, "Maybe I should ride your cock." She moved her hips, her heat grinding against his length. He let out a gasp, his hands grabbing her ass, pulling her closer.

He moaned her name, his face buried in the crook of her neck, his breath hot on her skin.

She smiled, her lips ghosting his jaw, her hands fisting his silver locks, pulling him closer before she pulled away again, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into the skin. She lifted herself off of him, forcing a whine from his plush lips, his cock brushed against her folds before she paused and sat back, a wicked grin playing across her lips.

"Hm ," she hummed, her eyes half-lidded as she watched his chest heave.

"Say 'please," she said.

"What?" His voice cracked, his eyes widening.

"You heard me." She ran her nails down his chest, a sharp cry escaping his throat. "Beg me."

He swallowed, his mouth going dry. His cock twitched, and precum smeared against her inner thigh. He sat up quickly, his fingers tangling in her hair, his lips crashing into hers. He kissed her hungrily, his tongue swiping across her lips. She gasped and allowed him entry, her eyes fluttering closed.

"Please," He muttered, his voice breaking while his hands gripped the sheets. 

She forced a smile when he averted his gaze, her hand wrapping around his cock, giving it a few slow strokes. He threw his head back, his body arching off the bed.

"Fuck," He breathed, his eyes fluttering closed, his jaw slack.

She smiled and wrapped her hand around his cock, her thumb stroking the head.

She shifted, her knees bracketing his hips, before her lips trailed down his chest, her tongue tracing patterns along his skin as she moved down. He groaned, his body trembling, his eyes screwed shut. "Look at me," She ordered, her voice dropping an octave.

He nodded, his eyes fluttering open, and his gaze met hers.

"You're so beautiful." She pressed her lips to his chest, and her tongue flicked against his nipple, eliciting a moan from him. She pulled away, and licked her lips, her hands stroking his length, her thumb tracing the vein, her hand gripping the base, her nails digging into the sensitive skin, causing him to shudder and moan.

She smirked and moved her mouth down his stomach, her lips kissing and sucking his skin. He bucked his hips, his cock brushing her cheek.

He breathed her name, his voice ragged.

She looked up at him, and smiled, her tongue flicking over his tip. "So desperate," she murmured as she gripped the base of his cock, her hand sliding down his length. His face contorted, unreadable as he struggled to form words.

Her tongue swirled around his head before her lips closed around him. He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair, pushing her head down further.

His breath hitched as she sucked his cock, and her hand cupped his balls. He moaned again, his grip on her hair tightening as his hips thrust up against her face. She hummed, her mouth taking more of him, her nails digging into his thighs. He let out a whimper, his eyes screwing shut, his hips rocking upward.

She pulled away, her tongue dragging along his length. "Don't close your eyes."

He nodded slowly, his eyes fluttering open, his gaze meeting hers. She moved her mouth further down his cock, her teeth grazing his skin. He shuddered, his body trembling. His hands wove into her hair tighter, his cock sliding deeper until he hit the back of her throat. His hips thrust up to meet her mouth. He sped up, the only sounds in the room were the sound of her sucking his cock and his moans.

She gagged, her nails digging crescents into his skin as his hips stilled and his cock twitched, his hot cum filling her mouth.

She moaned as she swallowed. Astarion groaned, his eyes fluttering shut, his body shuddering as he pulled away, a smile on her lips as she swallowed thickly. She moved her mouth further down his length, her tongue dragging along his skin, licking up all the remnants of his release, her tongue flicked over his slit, his hips jerking up one last time.

He pulled her head away from his cock, his fingers still in her hair, his cock still hard.

She let out a soft laugh and he released her hair. Her mouth trailed up his stomach, her teeth grazing his nipple.

"Gods," He breathed.

She hummed in agreement, her teeth biting down as her fingers pinched his other nipple, his back arched off the mattress, and a soft moan escaped his lips.

His hands were tugging at her hair again, and he pulled her head back. 

"Astarion," She breathed.

"I want you," She whispered, her head falling onto his chest.

"Mmm," He purred, his hands gripping her hips, his cock sliding against her slick folds.

She whimpered, her hips pressing down, trying to get him inside.

His hands pulled her down, his cock pushing into her. She let out a moan, her body shuddering. His hips thrust up, his hands guiding her. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps as her hips met his. She was so close, she could feel herself about to fall apart again, her walls tightening around his cock. He groaned, his hands sliding up her sides, his fingertips brushing her nipples. 

She didn't think she could last much longer, her vision was beginning to blur, and there were dark splotches in the corners. She was on her back in an instant, his mouth kissing down her throat, his teeth grazing her skin, his hands running up and down her sides. She shivered, her body arching into his touch, her legs wrapping around his waist. Her ankles hooked together, and her heels dug into his ass, pulling him closer.

Astarion growled and thrust his cock into her roughly, his hips snapping against hers. She gasped, her vision going white. He gripped her hips, his nails digging into her skin. She moaned, her head falling back, as her hands gripped the sheets.

"Faster," she whined.

He smirked and pulled out fully before thrusting back in. He set a punishing pace, fucking her hard and fast, his hips slamming against hers.

"Fuck, Astarion." She cried out, her eyes rolling back, her body quivering.

In response, he moaned her name and fucked her harder.

"Good girl," he said, his voice still hoarse.

She whimpered, her hands further tangling themselves in the sheets, as her eyes on him. 

"You're so good, darling. Such a good girl," he praised, his hand reaching between them and started to rub her clit.

His praise, his words, his touch- She could feel herself teetering on the edge yet again, her mind clouding over.

"So close- Come for me."

She swore she could see stars as she came, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Good girl," he said one last time before she felt his cock pulse, his warm release spilling into her.

"Fuck."

"That's it, darling. Take it all."

She whimpered, her hands grasping his shoulders, pulling him closer so that their chests were touching. 

He grunted, his eyes screwed shut, his lips pressed to her temple. She whined as her arms moved to wrap around his neck. He chuckled, his hand moving to her neck, squeezing lightly.

"Oh, fuck," She breathed.

"There we go," he cooed. "I'm going to let you catch your breath, then I'm going to fuck you again."

Morning light filtered in through the curtains, forcing her eyes to open. She stretched her legs out, the silk sheets brushing her skin as she did so. Her brow furrowed, her head tilting. Where the fuck am I? The night came back to her in waves: the tavern, the missed sacrifice, and finally the man with the pretty eyes and charming smile.

"Fuck." She hissed, her face growing hot.

Looking down she saw her dress was gone, she was completely bare save for the blanket covering her. Her cunt was sore, and the stickiness between her legs was a dead giveaway of what she had done the previous night. She looked around the room, noting the clothes scattered about.

Her dress and corset lay across the back of a chair, his shirt on the floor by the foot of the bed, his pants near the door. Both of their pairs of shoes tossed haphazardly across the wooden floor.

The memories came flooding back to her. How his hands roamed her body, how he'd praised her, how she'd screamed his name when she came again and again.

Astarion.

Something shifted behind her. She froze, not daring to look back. She could feel a chest pressed to her back, his breath cool on her neck. His arm was draped across her side, his hand resting on her stomach.

She tried to shift out from under his grip, but he merely tightened his arm and pulled her closer. His breathing was even, a sure sign he was asleep. Well- not asleep, but sill. She let out a shaky breath and settled back into the mattress, his arm still holding her close.

A soft, barely there smile found its way to her lips as her eyes fluttered closed.

"Fuck."

She turned to face him, his hair was a mess, and a silver curl fell just above his brow. She quickly pushed it away from his face, careful not to wake him. Her eyes ran over his visage, his lips were slightly parted revealing the tips of his canines. 

They were certainly shaper than she had expected, it was a miracle they hadn't pierced her flesh.

She shifted closer to him and wrapped an arm around him, her fingers lightly tracing his bare back.

Her face twisted as she felt ridges under her fingertips. Furrowing her brows, she moved her hand back to the spot and pressed her fingers down. She felt him stiffen, his breath hitching. She withdrew her hand as if burnt.

She didn't need to look to know what they were. Somehow, she hadn't registered the scars crisscrossing his back. She supposed she had been too busy the night before. She placed her lips against his shoulder, and wondered where exactly they had come from. 

He was still resting when she dressed and picked up a quill.

"You seem to be in a good mood, My Lady."

The Butler's voice was like nails on glass as she came to a stop. He was the second person to mention it. The first was some follower in the temple, who quickly scurried away after she sent them a glare. She hadn't realized that it was that obvious.

"Oh?" She looked at him and forced a smile, trying to hide her mounting irritation.

"Yes. I haven't seen you look so... cheerful in so very long, I suppose there was a significant sacrifice made in the name of Lord Bhaal?" he said as they exited the temple.

Her nose crinkled in disgust at the smell of the sewers. It was something she thought you'd gotten used to, but it always managed to get worse. "You could say that," she answered, not giving him any other information.

"Very good, My Lady. Your Lord Father will be most pleased."

"I'm sure he will."

No one needed to know that she had neglected her duties in favor of having her brains fucked out by a strange man. Her Lord Father certainly didn't need to know that. The thought of her father brought a frown to her face. He had already been displeased with her for some time now.

"I have a meeting with Gortash, I won't return to the temple for some time," she said, her voice neutral as she pulled her hood down and over her eyes. 

Sceleritas gave a quick bow before disappearing into a cloud of red mist.

Gortash's dark circles were worse, a stressed smile on his chapped lips. "My friend," he cut himself off his eyes narrowing as he quickly approached, his eyes darting around.

"You seem to be in a good mood." His tone was light, but his eyes were cautious.

"I had an...interesting night." She said cooly. 

She tried not to think about her night with Astarion, tried not to remember the feel of his hands and mouth. How he had her pressed against the wall. She shifted on her feet.

Gortash raised a brow. "Is that so?"

"I can tell. You seem-" He paused, closing his next words carefully, "happier than when we last spoke." He paused and sniffled, a frown settling on his features as his eyes zoned in on something.

"You've been with someone." His nostrils flared, his eyes searching her face.

She gave him a smirk, a brow raising. " How did you know?"

She felt his eyes move over her body, her face flushed - her neck. There was no doubt in her mind that he could see the dark purple bruises blooming on her skin. Damn. She'd thought that the neckline of her dress would cover the marks left behind. 

"I'm just glad that it was... pleasant for you," he replied, his tone lighter.

Her brows furrowed, his eyes meeting hers. "You're worried," she tilted her head and took a step closer, their noses almost touching, "Why?" 

He shook his head, and turned away. If she had a better look she might have said his expression was one of- jealousy?

Was he jealous? Her smirk widened as she crossed her arms behind her back and followed him through the room. Sunlight highlighted the piles and stacks of books that were littered throughout. 

Books on... "Ilithids?" She questioned, picking up a dusty time, the title nearly faded against the purple background.

He nodded before turning to face her again, "I've been digging for more research on our project," he gestured for her to sit.

She opted to remain standing. The book dropped to the floor with a dull thud, sending up a cloud of dust. Ilthids.

"I plan to involve the research done when it comes to taking Baldur's Gate of course," his eyes were frantic now, rimmed in red from a lack of sleep.

Her eyes stayed on his lips as they moved but no sound reached her ears. She hadn't visited Gortash in months. He was now Bane's Chosen, so she had heard.

The circles under his eyes were worsening, and it seemed he had lost weight. Rhea wasn't one to worry when it came to others' problems, but- she did have a rather close relationship with the man. One he clearly held dearly if the look in his eyes earlier said anything at all. 

Her eyes flitted across the room in confusion. She had yet to see the Tiefling girl he had recently taken into service. She always managed to derail their conversations, into hours long chats about everything and nothing all at once.

Gortash's hand cupped her face, and when their eyes met she noticed how concerned he seemed.

"Is it your Father, again?"

She placed her hand on top of his own before closing her eyes and humming in content. 

Lord Bhaal was certainly displeased with her, after last night. No sacrifice, and she couldn't keep that damned pale elf off of her mind.  And not in her usual, 'I wonder what his insides would look like twisted around him,' or 'I wonder what his blood would taste of.'

What was his name again? It had slipped her mind-

Gortash's lips were surprisingly soft against her own. His hand moved to her waist, pulling her closer. She could feel the heat of his body radiating from under his robes, and a shiver ran down her spine as her eyes fluttered closed. She was the one who pulled away. Her eyes met his own.

"Where's the Tiefling?" She asked, trying to ignore how tightly he gripped her.

A blush spread across his face, a frown settling on his lips. "I had to- dismiss her."

"I thought you liked her?" She cocked her head.

"I did."

"Did?"

"Not anymore," he shook his head, "she had her uses but, not enough to keep her around."

Her brows furrowed, the gears in her brain moving slowly as she took his answer in. "You had a lot of uses for her. What changed?"

He let out a deep sigh and sat down.

"She got boring."

"Boring," she echoed, not quite understanding.

"Yes." He answered.

"I think she was quite the opposite," she said stalely.  She didn't bother to pry further.

"I don't understand," he said,  as he looked up at her, his hands wringing in his lap. 

"Don't understand what?"

She scoffed, her eyes narrowing as she met his gaze. A subject change, how typical. At least as of late. She couldn't recall him being this wishy-washy before.

"Who were you with?" He asked, his eyes narrowed.

She shook her head and laughed, the question taking her by surprise. He had never really shown much interest in who she was with. Although, lately he had been acting a bit more... desperate.

"You don't get a say in my affairs, Gortash."

His eyes softened as he leaned forward. "You do  know I care about you, right?"

She shrugged and moved closer, her knees hitting the armrest of his chair. "You do have a strange way of showing it." She moved so she was straddling him, her hands gripping the back of his chair. His own went to her waist.

"How else am I supposed to show it?"

"By letting me go."

His eyes flashed. "You know I can't do that. I don't want to do that."

She let out a chuckle. "Of course not. How foolish of me." Her fingers tangled in his hair as she leaned closer. "Why would you?"

His breath tickled her ear, his grip on her hips tightening. "You're mine."

Her nose twitched, and her eyes narrowed. "Is that so?"

"You know it is," he breathed, his lips pressing against her neck.

"If I'm yours, then why do you keep asking me who I've been with?" She whispered, tilting her head to the side.

"You can fuck whoever you want, as long as you come back to me."

"How possessive of you," she breathed, her lips pressing against his jaw, his chin, his nose.

"I've missed you, Rhea." His lips captured her own.

"I know," she hummed, her nails digging into his scalp, "and I you."

She lied effortlessly. There had been a time when her feelings were mutual. But that time had long passed. His hands slid over her skin, his movements slow.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?" His breath was hot on her skin.

"Hmm," she hummed in agreement.

"How long has it been?" he asked in between kisses.

"Too long," she breathed, her head falling back as his lips moved lower.

The door slammed open.

"I'm sorry to interrupt-"

"Then don't." Gortash's head turned, his eyes meeting the interrupter.

"I've been looking everywhere for you." He gestured to Rhea and took a step past the threshold. 

He was an older gentleman, with graying hair and a permanent frown on his face. Gold horn-rimmed glasses were hanging precariously from his nose.

"What's wrong now?" her voice clipped, annoyed. 

"We have a slight... problem."

"Well spit it out, then."

"You know," the man trailed off, a sinister smile on his face.

She let out a groan and stood, her hand reaching for the dagger strapped to her side. She almost wretched. Orin. The man's face contorted and his body cracked to reveal the Changeling. Her putrid stench filled the room, her long blonde braid matted with blood and... what looked like viscera.

"Dear sister, I've missed you." The words were sickly sweet and sent a shiver down her spine.

"I can't say the same, Orin." Rhea's voice was monotone as her eyes met the Changeling's glossy ones.

Orin ignored the comment, her eyes narrowing as she picked her nails with her blade. "Father's been upset, all in a tizzy if you will," her tone was bored, her eyes meeting Rhea's.

"Oh, really? I hadn't noticed," she deadpanned.

Orin's eyes narrowed and she stood, her body towering over Rhea's. "Watch the tone." She spat the words, her teeth gritting.

"Or what, Orin? You'll tell daddy on me? You'll tattle that I didn't give the proper sacrifice? That I didn't come home on time?" She took a step closer, a wicked grin spreading across her lips.

"Father isn't happy." Orin's lip curled.

"Let him come, I'm sure he'll love the welcome party."

"You think you're clever, don't you, dear sister." Orin's hand was cold against her neck.

"I'm not the one that needs to prove myself," Rhea whispered, her hand sliding between their bodies. Her dagger pressed into Orin's stomach. "If you threaten me again, I'll make sure there's no coming back for you."

Orin scoffed, "I, will be Lord Bhaal's Chosen. Only I am his favorite, the only one truly he cares for."

"Keep telling yourself that, dear sister," Rhea's tone was light, but her grip on her blade held fast. She pushed the blade harder against her stomach.

"Just a little more," Orin whispered, her voice taunting.

Orin's hand wrapped around her wrist.

Gortash cleared his throat, and both women turned to face him. He was clearly uncomfortable with the... situation. "I'm sorry, to interrupt."

His eyes stayed on Orin's blade, the tip was pressed against Rhea's throat, and small droplets of blood were dripping from her skin.

"But, we were in the middle of something." His tone was curt.

"And?" Orin raised a brow.

"We'd like you to leave." His lips formed a tight, thin line.

Orin's jaw was tense as her hand dropped to her side limply. "Fine."

She looked down at her blade and smiled. "You made me bleed," she wiped the blood from her waist.

"Goodbye, sister. I'll see you again soon." Her tone was a warning.

"I'm sure." Her tone was dismissive.

"Until then," Orin smiled as she left.

Rhea let out a deep sigh, her shoulders sagging.

"I forgot how exhausting she was."

Gortash was silent, his hand running down her back.

"Is it always like that?"

"Oh, yes." Her tone was sarcastic, her eyes fluttering closed as she sheathed her blade.

"I have no doubt Lord Bhaal will choose you as his Chosen," he assured her.

"I'm not too sure of that myself, these days." She opened her eyes, and her head turned away.

"Why? Did something happen?"

"Nothing of importance," she shrugged.

He nodded and sat down.

"Would you like to continue where we left off?" His tone was hopeful, his hand motioning towards the space next to him.

She sighed and moved closer. "It's going to cost you."

His hand was warm against her waist, her head dropping to his shoulder.

"Anything." He breathed the word, his tone desperate.

She smiled a genuine one this time and leaned closer. "Tell me how the research is going."

He sighed and shook his head. "Fine, have it your way."

The sun was low in the sky, the clouds painted a dark pink. The streets were busy, and she could already hear the sounds of music playing from the taverns. Her feet dragged along the cobblestones, her eyes scanning the crowd. She wondered if he was still there if he was still in her bed. 

He wasn't. His boots were gone, the clothes that were thrown over her desk were gone, and his scent lingered in the air. She wasn't surprised, but she was disappointed. She moved towards her desk and sat down. An envelope was on her desk. It was a plain white, her name scrawled on the front. It was in his handwriting.

"Astarion" she whispered, his name was a sigh that slipped from her lips as she opened the note. The note was short but sweet. She placed the note back on her desk and smiled.

Astarion.

What a lovely name.

Her eyes snapped open. No- 

She admonished herself. She had been too distracted as of late. She rubbed her temples, a headache forming. It had only been a day and yet she could still feel her father's anger, his frustration. Bloodlust- Her mind had drifted again and she hadn't sensed the presence. She was getting soft, and careless.

It was frightening. She had only been in Baldur's Gate for less than a year. Before that, it had been at Moonrise, and before that- 

Her head throbbed, and her temples felt like they were going to burst.

She woke covered in blood, the sky dark. The only light came from the stars and the moon, their silvery glow lighting up the sky. The air smelled of death and the stench of it was so strong it was nauseating. Her entire body ached, and she had to force herself to stand.

A body lay to her left, unrecognizable, entrails pooling on top of a familiar ritual circle.  The air was heavy with the smell of iron. She tried to remember what had happened, but it was a blur. Her legs felt weak and shaky, and she could hardly stand, let alone walk.

She needed to find water, to wash the blood away. Her hands were caked in it, her fingernails stained red. The stench was starting to make her feel ill, and she felt dizzy. She stumbled towards the streetlights, the lights illuminated the cobblestone streets.

The city was quiet, aside from the distant sounds of taverns. As she walked she quickened her pace. Her steps echoed off the walls and the stone streets.

She was alone, and the emptiness of the streets was suffocating. She kept walking, the cobblestones beneath her feet turned to wood, and she slammed her front door behind her, the sound echoing throughout the empty house.

She took a deep breath.

She needed to clean up and rest.

And then-

The water was freezing, and her body ached, the cold a sharp pain against her skin. She shivered, the chill seeping into her bones, her hair wet and tangled. She sat there for a while, staring at her hands. They were covered in dirt and grime, and she could still see the dried blood under her nails.

She washed her hands until her skin was raw, and even then, she couldn't get rid of the feeling. It wasn't just the blood. There was something else. Something was wrong. She stood in the tub and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were different, the pupils blown, the color a shade darker than her normal lavender.

She could still feel her heart beating, but she knew it wasn't the same. Her stomach lurched and she rushed to the toilet, emptying the contents of her stomach into the porcelain bowl. Her throat burned, and the taste of bile was acidic on her tongue. She didn't know how long she stayed there, her knees pulled to her chest.

The water sticking to her skin had long gone cold, and her body was shaking, her skin gooseflesh.

She should be used to this, waking up in strange places- covered in gore- 

But sometimes it still managed to take her by surprise. Like tonight. Her eyes darted to the door. It was locked, and the curtains were drawn. No one would disturb her. Hopefully. She thought of the first time Sceleritas had appeared, right before she-

She cut herself off- she needed to sleep, to get the smell of iron and blood out of her mind. Her eyelids felt heavy, and she couldn't keep them open. The room was dark, and the shadows danced along the walls, the only light coming from the moon, its pale light filtering in through the window.

She could feel the cold air against her skin, and the weight of the covers against her body. The smell of lavender filled her nose. Her limbs were heavy as her body sank into the soft mattress.

Notes~

Hi! Thank you so much for reading this! I have the next few chapters outlined, I'm just working on actually putting everything together. This is also on my AO3 under the same username