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Vampire Kisses - {WJH}

↪ Summary: He is the head of the Wen family, the highest ranking family of vampires in the country. You are a mere human sold to them for the purpose of being his mate and bride. Jun is determined to win your heart before you wed, and perhaps a few playful kisses are the key to doing that.

↪ Pairings: Vampire lord Jun x Human female reader

↪ Rating: M 18+

↪ Genre: Vampire Au / Slight rivals to lovers / Smut / Fluff

↪ Word Count: 16.3k

↪ Warnings/Contents: Smut, Blood and blood drinking, Biting, Jun being super flirty and teasing, Arranged marriage, Virgin!reader, Unprotected sex, Body Worship, Oral (male receiving), Praise, Soft bondage (Jun ties/blindfolds reader with silk), Fingering, Talks about impregnation. Mostly just very fluffy and soft with Jun being whipped for reader.

↪ Side Notes: My first post of 2023! This also turned out way longer than I was expecting so I guess I got carried away lol. A few of the other svt members also make cameos in this story. It is implied that reader is younger than Jun.

↪ Huge thank you to the lovely @xiubaek-13 for betaing and editing this fic for me!

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Growing up, your mom always told you stories about marriage and weddings. How a woman's wedding was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, a once in a lifetime moment. Ever since the first story, you dreamed about the day you would get that moment, planning your dream wedding down to the very last detail. As a child, you imagined a royal ceremony in a grand castle, wearing the most beautiful and lavish dress you could ever imagine. Your husband would be royalty for sure, a man who would love and cherish you for as long as you both shall live. You would be happy together, have the perfect family, and live beautifully in your life of luxury. Looking back at those memories, you realized that you should have been careful about what you wished for. You were getting that wedding you always wanted, but it would not be under your terms. The other thing you learned young was that the world you lived in was not simple, in fact one may consider it the merging of two separate worlds. Two dominant races ran this world and fought for power, similar enough to coexist but different enough to segregate them to keep the world in balance.

For centuries, humans were the dominant race on Earth. The knowledge of others existed, but their numbers were far too small to be considered a challenge, so humans called the shots. Then, overtime, vampires became a much more prominent presence, easily taking over and claiming areas for themselves. Regions quickly became divided as vampires took control of certain areas, forcing humans to either fight back or surrender to the change. This caused a conflict for many years until leaders on both sides met and finally came to an agreement. They would coexist and operate together, with humans during the day and vampires at night. The agreement was sealed with a marriage of the royal families that united both sides. From that moment forward, it had become customary for the most powerful vampire families to marry one of their kin to a human as a way to honor the unity. The marriage would be sealed by the vampire claiming their spouse by taking their blood on their wedding day, and from there the human could choose if they wished to stay that way or transition to a vampire by drinking the blood of their mate.

You were born a human, raised in a lower class family who often struggled to make ends meet. You were an only child, and your parents did the best they could to make sure you had everything you needed growing up. You did your best in school and worked a part time job at a local bakery. Overall, you felt that you were pretty average but nothing special, especially not someone that any royal family would set their eyes on. Hell, you never even recalled meeting a vampire so you couldn’t imagine you would catch one's attention, but somehow you did.

Your whole world changed on the night of your 23rd birthday, being awoken to a knock at your door. Standing there, dressed in a black and red suit with a devilish smile, was one of the most ethereal beings you had ever laid your eyes on. He was tall, with piercing eyes and an almost dark aura to him, his fangs undeniably poking out against his lip as he smiled. You didn’t know what you expected vampires to look like, but it certainly was not this. He bowed and introduced himself as Mingyu, the head servant of the Wen family. He then explained that they had been observing you for quite some time and wanted to ask for your hand in marriage to their eldest son. You had been too stunned to speak, staring at Mingyu as if he had two heads while your parents argued against the idea. You had wanted to refuse also, not wanting to marry someone you had never met, let alone a vampire. However, they had promised protection and financial stability for you and your family as long as you stayed mated to him and provided an eventual heir to the bloodline. As much as you hated the idea, you knew deep down that it was what was best for your family, and so you said yes and prepared to move into the Wen family estate, where you now resided.

You had been living here for a few years now and never found adjusting any easier. Your wedding to Wen Junhui was set to take place within the next month, falling on the first full moon after your birthday. You didn’t quite understand how everything worked but you remember Mingyu explaining to you that this would be the time where the energy was highest and you were both at your prime. There was a chance for mating bonds to go wrong so this was the best chance of eliminating that risk. You had tried to ask what happened when it went wrong but all Mingyu did was pat your head and tell you not to worry about it.

That time had been spent allowing you to learn about the family and adjust to what your new life would be. Mr. and Mrs. Wen had met you almost immediately upon your arrival, giving you a once over before welcoming you with open arms. You learned a lot about the family, and about vampires in general from them, helping you to adjust more to your new life. Mr. Wen was born into the family and had been around for many hundred, if not almost a thousand years despite the fact that he didn’t even look 50. Mrs. Wen had been a human when she married into the family, making the decision to transition and stay with her husband when she was in her late 20s. Though she had also explained that she had only been turned after her 30th birthday so she was, technically, significantly younger than her husband. This made you question how age worked with vampires, especially the aging. All you were told was the brief explanation that aging was slower and it took many years for them to age the way a human would in one or two. There was also something about blood slowing down the process but you decided to tune that part out for your own sanity.

You were also informed about the family line, and how the head of the family would change every couple hundred years to keep up with the changing times, though the original head will often stick around for a while before moving on. The family had two known sons, with Jun being the oldest and only bred vampire which gave him the title by birth right. In human years, he would have just turned 26 making him a few years your senior, when in reality he was slowly nearing 300 years old which was the prime age for a vampire, if not still a bit young. He also had a younger brother, Minghao, who was a transitioned vampire. The human born son of one of the servants that Mr. Wen took in and claimed as his own child. The two brothers, despite not being blood related, were very close and did almost everything together. They had been traveling together at that time, so you hadn’t been able to meet either until a while later.

It had been during dinner (or breakfast for the family), when the two brothers finally returned. Polar opposites in style and personality, but both striking in their own way. Minghao was more delicate but striking in his features, jet black hair falling over his face in messy locks and dressed in an all black trench coat that hid most of his frame. He did not speak much around you, but when he did his voice was soft and his words were sharp and to the point, he had almost reminded you of one of your highschool professors. He acknowledged you briefly with a calm smile before excusing himself to his study, leaving you to finally turn and acknowledge your soon to be husband.

You would have been lying if you said Junhui wasn’t one of the most gorgeous men you’d ever seen. Immediately you could tell he was taller and had a larger build than his younger brother. His gaze was softer but still had an alluring touch to it, almost as if he looked bored. His hair was longer, practically touching his shoulders with a striking blonde color. Most of it was slicked back but a few strands fell in front of his eyes. He had been wearing a slick black button down with the top three buttons undone, tucked into fitted pants that suited him nicely. You were immediately attracted to, if not very intimidated by the man standing in front of you, even when he gave you a gentle smile and sat beside you. “Y/N,” he had muttered softly, taking your hand and kissing it, “I am so happy to finally meet you.” His voice was soft, and even a bit higher pitched than you had been expecting, and he seemed more than eager to get to know you.

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From that moment forward, it seemed like Junhui, or Jun as he preferred you to call him, would not leave you alone. He was always following you around, attempting to talk to you or get you to acknowledge him. Whether it be genuine questions, teasing you over the smallest things, or even flirty advances, it seemed that no matter where you went Jun was there. You gave into him occasionally, but for the most part you found his presence to be quite annoying. Yeah you knew you were being forced to marry him but you hadn’t expected him to be all over you the second you met him. You figured, or more like hoped, that the two of you would stay acquaintances at most and just keep the formalities when his family was around, but it seemed like Jun had different ideas.

You tried your best to tolerate him, but as your wedding drew closer you found the whole thing weighing on you more and more. The situation became too real for your liking and suddenly you were questioning if this was really a good idea. You were marrying a complete stranger, someone who was infatuated with you but you wanted nothing to do with. You were expected to spend your life with this man and eventually have children with him and you didn’t know him, let alone love him. The thought alone made your skin crawl, trying to suppress the thoughts of what would happen on your wedding night, all for the family to stay in power. Unfortunately there was no way for you to change your mind, knowing that your family would suffer if you tried to back out was the only thing keeping you from running away. Instead you developed a new routine, sleeping through the night while they were up and taking advantage of the daytime to sneak out and enjoy the last few days of your freedom. Today was no exception, with you waking up early and pacing around your room, waiting for the day to arrive so you could sneak out and meet up with your friends.

Looking out the window, you saw the sun slowly starting to peak out over the horizon, just enough to paint the sky with a purple hue. Within the next hour or so it would be light out and, if your calculations were correct, the family would be asleep by then. Mr and Mrs Wen specifically were likely already in bed by now, the older vampires having no desire to wait for the sun. They were much more sensitive to the light as you had learned, keeping their curtains drawn hours before the sun even thought of rising. They were easy to sneak around, often following the same schedule so you knew where they would be at what time. Minghao was a bit trickier, the man not following a set schedule and often staying up way past when his peers had gone to bed. However, you also learned that he was a bit of a recluse, preferring to stay in his room or study whenever possible. Even when he did catch you, he seemed to either understand your feelings or not care enough to stop you, simply giving you a nod and a knowing look as you made your way out the door. You made a mental note to thank him one of these days for not stopping you or ratting you out to his parents.

Jun, on the other hand, was not as easy as his family. You weren’t sure if he liked the thrill of being up when it was day or he just didn’t trust you but he would be up for hours before finally resting. Sometimes you found him in his study working on who knows what and other times you had run into him chatting with one of the servants in the kitchen as if that was a normal occurrence for him. Well, technically it was, but that didn’t mean you liked it any more. Day time was the only time you ever had to yourself, enjoying the quiet and freedom before you would be forced to adapt to the nightlife. Though it seemed your soon to be husband didn’t like the idea of leaving you alone, always knowing where you were and sneaking up on you like the two of you were playing a twisted game of hide and seek.

“Enjoying the view Sweetheart?” speak of the devil, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard his voice behind you. You hadn’t even heard him enter your room so you had no idea how long he had been there. Jun chuckled at your obvious shock as he walked up behind you, reaching out to close the curtain before the rays of the sun could peak out and threaten him. Glancing at him over your shoulder, you saw that he had ditched his usual suit and jewels for his pajamas, a simple white shirt and baggy pants, giving you hope that this visit would be short.

“I thought you would be in bed,” you muttered as you turned to face him fully.

“Without saying goodnight?” he questioned, “I would never! You should know that by now.” He hummed in thought for a moment as he glanced down at you, bottom lip finding its way between his teeth, “Though judging by the way you’re dressed I’m assuming you’re staying up again. I don’t understand why though, it’s so lonely when everyone's asleep isn’t it?”

“I like being alone, and I’m not ready to give up my life just yet for the sake of your family,” you argued, making the male wince as if your words burned him.

“You really don’t like me do you?” he asked, or more like whined which made you roll your eyes. Surely the fact that an all powerful vampire such as himself was pouting at you like a kicked puppy was pitiful. Still, it seemed to have a bit of an effect on you as you sighed softly.

“It’s not that I don’t like you,” you started to explain, “I mean come on we’re practically strangers and I’m supposed to give myself up to you completely in a few weeks time, do you really expect me to be happy about that?” You watched Juns eyes shift around the room for a moment, clicking his tongue as he processed what you said. His slender frame leaned against the support of your bed with his arms crossed over his chest as he looked back at you.

“We wouldn’t be strangers if you gave me a chance you know?” he pointed out. You opened your mouth to argue but he cut you off with a single lift of his finger, “From the moment I came home to you I’ve been trying to get close to you and every time you push me away. I like to think I’m a patient man Y/N but your actions hurt me you know? So do tell me how am I supposed to get close to you when you constantly keep me at arm's length?” You froze, eyes widening and mouth hanging slightly open as you tried to defend yourself. Even though you knew that Jun was right, the prideful part of you didn’t want to admit that fact. Just like you didn’t want to admit that you were too scared to let him get close to you. You weren’t sure if Jun read your mind, or he was just that observant, but you were snapped out of your little daze when you heard him chuckle. “So that’s how you want to play it then? You want to keep me as a stranger despite everything?”

“Is there something so wrong with that?” you challenged, mirroring his position. Juns eyes scaled your form for a moment before sighing and glancing away.

“I am trying you know,” he argued, “I wouldn’t have chosen you to be my bride if I didn’t see something special in you and you won’t even let me prove myself to you. That’s quite cold hearted you know.” You paused for a moment at his confession, not realizing he was the one who chose you but also never seeing him this sincere before.

“What do you mean you chose me? You never even met me before that night?” you questioned, though it seemed Jun was back to his normal self as he merely clicked his tongue.

“That is a story for another time my dear, you still haven’t answered my question?” he urged. Jun adjusted slightly and hardened his gaze as he looked back at you, making you feel tiny compared to him. You bit the tip of your tongue as you tried to think of a way out of this but it was clear he wasn’t leaving without an answer.

“I guess I don’t know what I want,” you admitted sheepishly. Jun hummed in thought and you could have sworn you saw a smirk ghost across his lips before he was hardening his gaze again.

“Well, let's think about it this way then, I want to get you close to me and you are afraid of opening up and letting me do that correct?” you wanted to protest but he shook his head, “It’s a yes or no question Y/N.”

“I suppose,” you whispered, though it seemed he heard you anyway.

“Well clearly neither of us are going to get what we want with how things are now, so why don’t we try something new? If you are willing to put that hard front of yours aside for a minute I have a deal for you,” he proposed, effectively catching you off guard.

“What kind of deal exactly?”

“It’s a simple deal really,” he assured, “one that I think both of us will benefit from. How it works is you give me a chance every day to win your heart. If I succeed, I get to give you a kiss. If I fail, that's a day you get to go out.” Your eyes widened as you processed his words. It seemed like it would be easy for you given how you avoided him thus far, but you knew this also meant he would be trying harder to win your attention. “Of course,” he continued after a moment, “this means you will also have to adapt to my schedule in order to be fair, but I’m sure you’d have just as much fun in the night life.” You nodded and took a moment to think it over, having the sinking feeling that there was more to this agreement than he was letting on.

“What’s the catch?” you asked.

“There’s no catch, it’s as straightforward as I can possibly make it. Our wedding is in three weeks, yes? That gives me ample time to prove myself to you, and if I don’t that’s more free time for you before you end up stuck with me, no?” The more you thought about it, the more you realized he had a point.

“I suppose you’re right, but why are you so insistent on this deal?“ Jun let out an almost annoyed chuckle, but his expression didn’t falter.

“We are destined to be together, you know. Not only is this a chance to be close to you but it’s also a fun build up to the main event where I finally get to kiss you where I want.” His words made you internally cringe, shaking your head to regain your composure.

“This is a terrible idea!” you finally exclaimed, causing Jun to scoff.

“What’s the matter, doll? Are you afraid you’ll fall in love with me?” he raised his eyebrow in a teasing manner. You were sure if you tried to roll your eyes any harder, they would end up stuck in the back of your head.

“I highly doubt I’d ever fall in love with you,” Jun visibly deflated a bit at your words, but regained his composure before you could fully process it.

“Then there’s nothing for you to lose, might as well humor me and prove me wrong no?” It was getting increasingly harder to argue with him, and at this point you just wanted him to go to bed and leave you alone so you reluctantly gave in.

“Okay, fine, you have yourself a deal,” you muttered, “are you happy now?”

“Once you finalize the deal, yes I will be,” Jun agreed, standing up and walking over to you with his arm outstretched, offering his hand to you. You gave him a look of ‘Are you serious?’ before groaning and reaching out to shake his hand. His skin was cool at first, but quickly warmed up with your heat and you also took note of how soft his hand was. He firmly gripped your hand for a moment with a smile before letting go and slipping his hands into the pockets of his pajama pants. “Alright we have a deal, try not to have too much fun out there darling, tomorrow night is when the fun starts,” with that he turned and left your room, the door closing behind him with a gentle click. You stared at the spot he just stood for a minute before sighing and collapsing back down on your bed. Your head spun as you processed the mess you just got yourself into, suddenly no longer feeling like going out.

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The first week following your agreement went by painfully slow. Most of it was you trying miserably to adjust to the nocturnal life, meaning you were way too tired to acknowledge any of Juns advances. He didn’t seem to mind too much though, giving you space and allowing you to enjoy your victory, though you only left the house maybe once the whole time. The rest of the time you were busy staring off into space or reading whatever book you could get your hands on in the study to keep from passing out. Minghao had actually been a great help during this time, giving you story suggestions and even suggesting a certain tea he drank often that could help you stay awake. He also introduced you to Wonwoo, another one of the prominent workers at the manor. Wonwoo had spent most of his life as a scholar so he showed you all the best stories both hardcover and digital. You also learned he had quite a knack for video games and showed you how to access them on one of the computers in the main study. After that, you found it very easy to stay up during the hours of the night, something Jun immediately took notice of.

“Good Morning Starlight,” you jumped at the sound of his voice as you stepped into the kitchen, turning to see Jun perched up against the counter. He wasn’t as dressed up as he normally was, wearing only a thin shirt and leather pants with the familiar family jewels adorning his fingers and ears. His hair also wasn’t slicked back like it normally was, merely brushed to keep his bangs out of his eyes. He also didn’t appear to have any makeup on, the familiar black shadow from his eyes all but gone. You hated how attractive he looked even when he didn’t seem to be trying. Though the main thing that caught your attention was his lips, stained red from the thick red liquid he was swirling in a glass. Every few moments he would sip at it as if the drink were a fine red wine, though you knew better than to try and trick yourself. “It’s cows blood, don’t worry,” he muttered when he noticed your hesitation, “we only really need to drink blood maybe once or twice a week to keep up our strength. The supply is donated to us from the local butcher and lasts quite a while. We never feed from humans, unless they offer themselves to us of course.” You blinked a bit as you processed his explanation, again watching the liquid slosh around as he spun the glass between his fingers.

“I take it you don’t get offers very often?” you questioned, not really sure you wanted to know the answer.

“You’d be surprised,” he responded, “a lot of humans get curious. They come to us asking just for just a quick bite, allowing them to know the sensation. There’s a rumor going around that a bite from a vampire can be quite pleasurable and they want to know if it’s true so they basically throw themselves at us. It’s kind of funny if you ask me.” You raised an eyebrow at him as he answered the question, addressing the topic like it was the most simple thing in the world. Though you also noticed the underlying tone in his voice when he mentioned pleasure, knowing immediately what he was implying.

“Does it taste different then?” you asked, and this time it was his turn to raise an eyebrow.

“Is this really something you’re interested in or are you just trying to make conversation?” when you shrugged he chuckled, “well in a way yes it does. I can’t really describe it to you but the different proteins and types change the flavor.” He quickly finished his drink and set the glass to the side, wiping his lips with his sleeve. “I’m flattered you’re actually taking interest in me though, it means a lot,” he teased as he walked over to you, “enough about me though, I’m guessing you’re hungry right? How about I get you breakfast and then we go through a walk around the manor.” You nodded softly and he smiled, patting your shoulder and motioning for you to take a seat. Jun hummed softly as he roamed around the kitchen, grabbing an assortment of different items and setting them down in front of you before taking a seat himself.

“Did you just grab the whole kitchen?” you asked, slowly beginning to pick at the food in front of you.

“I’m not too sure what you like so figured I’d just grab what we had. You’re also the only one who requires food to survive so we don’t have much at the moment,” he confessed.

“You mean to tell me you guys only drink blood?” you exclaimed, making him laugh.

“No of course not,” he replied with a chuckle, “we still like to drink and have meals but it’s just for the fun and taste of it. We don’t really get any sustenance from meals like this.” To prove his point he snatched a grape from one of the bowls in front of you, rolling it between his fingers before popping it delicately into his mouth. You hummed in thought as you copied his action, letting the flavors rest on your tongue for a moment before grabbing a roll. There was a silence that fell over the both of you, you focused on eating and Jun watching you intently. Normally this would make you shy away from him but something about this reaction was oddly domestic and quite comfortable. You tried not to overthink this change though, telling yourself you were just used to his presence now that you had spent a week with him.

“You said you wanted to go for a walk after this?” you remembered as you finished up your breakfast, “doesn’t that seem kind of boring though?” Jun tilted his head and raised an eyebrow at you which made you shrug, “I mean, I’ve pretty much seen everything here already so what’s the point?” This made him chuckle a bit, leaning back in his chair without taking his eyes off of you.

“I can assure you that you haven’t seen everything, so I figured I’d show you a few fun places you haven’t seen yet,” he explained.

“Places like what?” you asked.

“Well for starters, do you really expect to stay in a guest room after we’re married?” he answered your question with one of his own, “we’re going to be sharing a lot so I figured I’d show you where you’d be staying after. There are also a few special places that are technically for family only but I don’t think they will mind if I show you a bit early.” You had to admit, now you were intrigued to find out what was being hidden from you. Jun noticed and smiled at your eagerness, standing up and walking over to where you were still seated, “Once you finish eating I’d recommend grabbing a jacket, it gets a bit chilly at this time. I’ll meet you by the staircase when you’re ready.” With that he patted your shoulder softly and exited the room. You turned your head just enough to watch him leave before sighing and returning your attention to the food.

“He’s planning something, I just know it,” you mutter to yourself, finishing the roll you had been snacking on and putting everything back where you thought it belonged. With that out of the way you ran upstairs to your room and rummaged through your closet for something warm you could put on. It wasn’t that cold in the manor itself so you didn't want to wear anything too heavy, but you assumed based on what Jun said that you would end up outside at some point so you wanted to be prepared. It took a minute for you to finally just settle on a sweater that you could throw over your top, thick enough to keep you warm but not enough to make you overheat.

When you left your room you saw Jun standing by the staircase as promised, though his back was turned to you as he conversed with two individuals you had never seen before. Two other males, one dressed in all black with his hair slicked back and the other in all white with his hair down, almost as long as Juns but not quite. They dressed like polar opposites yet seemed like they belonged together as you watched them talk with your fiance. They were laughing at something, the one in all white even reaching out to hit at Juns arm. You were curious as to what they were talking about, but didn’t want to be rude and interrupt so you stayed put. The other male noticed you after a second, pointing in your direction which made Jun turn to face you.

“Ah there you are, don’t be shy come and join us,” he urged you over. You stayed put for a moment before doing as you were told, silently walking to stand beside Jun with a shy smile. “Y/N meet Joshua and Jeonghan, they have been close friends of the family since even before I was born,” he introduced you, both males bowing their heads to you.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Joshua greeted, “though I’m sure we’ll get to know each other very soon.”

“We work very closely with Jun and his family so we were summoned in to help with the wedding, specifically to help you,” Jeonghan explained. You shrunk a little bit in realization, nodding and forcing a smile so as to not be rude.

“Ah I see, then I guess we will get close won’t we?” you muttered.

“I hope so, it would be nice to have a friend that’s normal,” Joshua teased.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jun whined, “I am normal!”

“Suuure you are,” Jeonghan stated with amusement. The three went back and forth for a minute which made you laugh softly, finding the interaction similar to you and your friends. It didn’t last long though as Jun quickly regained himself, clearing his throat and placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Anyways, I promised this one I’d show her around so we should probably get on that, I’ll see you too before bed though,” with that he was guiding you past the two males, pausing only long enough for you to wave goodbye.

“They seem fun,” you commented as you walked with Jun down the hall.

“They’re a pain but I love them,” Jun agreed, “everyone here is like a big family if you haven’t noticed already.” In reality you had noticed, having seen the way the family interacted with each other and their staff. Of course there was mutual respect but it never seemed like a boss and employee type situation, more like a friendship if anything.

“Is that because of how long everyone's been here?” you asked.

“Perhaps that may be part of it but I wouldn’t say that’s the reason,” Jun replied, “We may all work together but everyone here has a different story for how they got here. For certain people like Joshua and Jeonghan our families ran together so we were raised together. Then you have people like Mingyu or Wonwoo who came from lower class families and grew to bond with us. Or, on the complete opposite side you have my brother, we’re not related by blood and he was born a human but we took him in and I love him just as much as I would if he were born into the family.” Jun paused for a moment before shaking his head with a soft laugh, “I’m rambling now but my point is that it doesn’t matter where you come from or how long you’ve been around someone, it’s all about the bond you build with them.” You sighed as you processed his words, casting your gaze down to the floor. He talked about bonding with someone as if it was the easiest thing in the world and yet here you were, making things more difficult by avoiding him. You never cared about getting to know him before so why did you feel so guilty all of the sudden? If Jun noticed your shift in mood he didn’t say anything, continuing to walk a bit before stopping in front of a door.

“Enough of that though, I’m here to show you what your life will look like with me. This should be an exciting moment,” he gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze and opened the door, gently nudging you inside. You couldn’t help but gasp as you walked in and looked around the room. Juns bedroom was nearly twice the size of yours, the walls mostly the same white color as the rest of the manor but with red accents that gave it an almost romantic glow. The wall opposite you had large window like doors that opened to a small balcony overlooking the outside of the manor, dark red curtains pulled back to let the moonlight seep into the room. The light hit his bed perfectly, centered in the middle of the room like a centerpiece. Delicately carved wooden frames accented with the same red curtains and satin sheets in the same color. The walls were decorated with a few paintings, one of Jun, another of the family, and the last you couldn’t quite make out but the rest was bare. Cautiously you stepped further into the room, feeling the soft rug tickle at your ankles as you walked to the bed, Jun stayed quiet as he watched you. His figure leaned against the doorway with an amused grin as he watched you explore, touching things so gently as if you were worried they would break.

“Don’t be shy,” he spoke up after a moment, “this will be your room soon enough so don’t be afraid to get used to it.” He closed the door and walked over to where you were, falling back onto the bed and laying with his back against the headboard so he could watch you.

“This room is amazing,” you said in awe, moving away from his bed and walking over to the balcony.

“It’s a bit old fashioned for my taste but it is nice,” Jun remarked.

“Old fashioned?” you asked, to which he nodded softly.

“This original manor was built by my great grandfather when he was elected into power,” Jun explained, “my grandfather and dad made a few changes to the decor to match the changing times but a lot of it is still the same as when it was first built.” Vampire age was still a concept you were confused by, but given how old Mr. Wen was you could only assume the manor was over a couple thousand years old, which was shocking because it looked brand new. “If you’re wondering why it’s in such good condition, it’s gradually rebuilt and redecorated whenever a new head takes over,” he added. You couldn’t help but scoff a bit at how easily he seemed to read your mind, or maybe he was just that used to these questions.

“So do you plan on renovating when you take over?” you asked, brushing your hands across the curtain.

“I have a few ideas, I won’t change much but it would be nice to modernize everything a bit,” he explained, “it would be nice to have a TV in here don’t you think? Maybe a few more computers since I’ve noticed a lot of people here like playing games.” He glanced over at you as he said this, making you smile shyly.

“There was nothing else to do and Wonwoo showed me how to play so...” he cut you off before you could finish explaining.

“It doesn’t bother me at all, I want you to be comfortable here,” he promised. You nodded and glanced back outside, having to focus to see outside through your own reflection. Your fingers brushed against the cool railing, searching for the handle to open the door when you heard footsteps behind you. You could almost feel Jun press against you as he reached up to undo the latch and swing the doors open. “It may be a bit high for you to reach,” he teased, patting your head and brushing past you to walk onto the balcony. You quickly followed, shivering a bit at the cold. The balcony wasn’t large, just big enough for the two of you to stand on it comfortably. Over the railing you could see out into the back gardens, a vast maze of different flowers and other plants illuminated by the moon. In the middle stood what appeared to be a fountain, though you couldn’t make out its shape, and in the distance you thought you spotted a greenhouse. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?”

“It is,” you agreed, looking at the vast array of flowers, “I didn’t even know we had a back garden.”

“There’s only really one way to access it and it’s kind of hidden by the study so it makes sense you didn’t know,” Jun said with a chuckle, “do you want to see it up close?” You eagerly nodded, an action he repeated with a smile, “Alright then, shall we?” He gestured for you to go back into the room, closing the door behind him before offering his arm to you. You hesitated slightly but gave in and wrapped your arm around his, allowing him to guide you out of his room and down the hall. The general study was a place you were familiar with, a large room decorated with multiple wooden desks and bookshelves. The main room branched off into two smaller studies, one that Minghao used as a personal art studio and the other that belonged to Jun, though you’d never seen the older brother use his.

Jun led you through the room to a back area that had previously been concealed by one of the large bookshelves. Had he not led you right to it, you wouldn’t have even noticed that it was there.

“Wow this is hidden,” you commented, Jun nodding and letting go of your arm to open the door.

“There’s quite a few rare plants out here with very special properties. We keep the entrance hidden from guests to keep people from abusing them,” he explained as he opened the door and nudged you through. This time you were prepared for the chill that attacked you as you stepped outside, pulling your sweater closer to your body. Almost immediately your senses picked up on the scents of the various flowers surrounding you. It was almost overpowering but you found it quite pleasurable. Jun wrapped his arm around your shoulders and led you through the rows of flowers and into the clearing. You stopped a few times to glance at certain ones that caught your eye, careful not to get too close and ruin them. Jun didn’t have the best knowledge of all the flowers, but he told you the brief information he did know, such as names or where they were from. You had to give him credit for trying, making it clear that he was trying to impress you, and perhaps it was working.

When you finally made it to the middle of the garden you gasped. You hadn’t been able to make out the full view from the balcony but now you could see everything. The area was outlined with various shrubs and trees that blocked it off from the rest of the garden, though there was an opening that allowed the moon to shine through. There were a few benches nestled into the corner, and in the middle was the fountain you saw earlier. Carved marble base leading up to the silhouette of an angel, the vase she was holding being the part of the fountain that water spilled out of in addition to small jets around the base.

“This is beautiful,” you mused, walking over to take a seat on the fountain. There were a few stray water drops that sprayed you but you paid no mind, closing your eyes and listening to the sound of the water. Jun stayed in his spot the whole time, smiling to himself as he watched you, enjoying the first peaceful moment between the two of you.

“It really is, isn’t it?” he agreed, though he wasn’t exactly talking about the fountain. He couldn’t stop his eyes from trailing across your frame, taking in every detail while you were peacefully unaware of what he was doing. Eventually he got tired of watching you though, moving to take a seat beside you. Your eyes opened as you felt his leg brush against yours, glancing over to see Jun looking up at the sky. Now it was your turn to admire him, taking note of the way his long hair framed his face, and how he seemed to glow under the moonlight. You wondered, if he hadn’t been immortal, would he still be this beautiful? “Like what you see?” he asked without looking away from his spot, making you shy away from him.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you tried to argue, “I was just enjoying the view of the garden.”

“I take it I am part of the garden then? You’ve been staring at me for at least the past five minutes.”

“Does my staring bother you?” you questioned.

“No not at all,” he assured, finally looking down at you, “in fact I actually find it quite comforting. It means that there’s at least some part of you that’s drawn to me.” You wanted to argue but opted against it, knowing there was no winning with Jun. He smirked at you before glancing at the sky one last time, “Damn, time really does fly by fast doesn’t it. The sun should be coming up soon.”

“Wow already?” you exclaimed, glancing up but not seeing any sign of the sky getting brighter.

“You learn new tricks to tell time when you need to avoid the sun,” he said, “I’d rather go in early than be caught off guard otherwise I would take you to see the greenhouse. If you’re impressed by this I can imagine what you’ll think of it.”

“What happens if you stay out in the sun?” you asked, causing him to side eye you for a moment.

“We don’t burst into flames or anything if that’s what you’re thinking,” he said with a slight hint of amusement, “It does burn us pretty badly though, like think of the feeling you’d get if you kept your hand on a hot stove or even a flame. For purebloods like myself, if we didn’t get inside within a few hours we would likely succumb to the heat and burn. Though some half bred vampires aren’t fully developed so they can go out if they wish.” You let out a soft “oh” before looking away, not even wanting to imagine that pain. Jun gave your shoulder an assuring pat and urged you to look at him, “Don’t worry about me though, I don’t plan on letting myself get hurt anytime soon,” he smiled softly at you, squeezing your shoulder until you smiled back, “there we go I like it better when you smile. You’re more than welcome to stay out here if you wish, but I really should get inside before the sun comes up.” He squeezed your shoulder one last time and was about to get up before he stopped himself, “Oh but before I go, I do believe I get a prize for today, no?” You were confused and about to ask what he meant before remembering the deal you made with him.

“Alright I guess you do win for today,” you gave in. Jun smiled and grabbed your hand, playing with your fingers for a moment before placing a soft kiss on the back of your palm. His lips were soft and slightly cooler in texture, much like the rest of him, but you couldn’t help feeling your body heat up at the contact.

“One of hopefully many,” Jun whispered, his breath and lips tickling your skin, “until tomorrow my love.” He placed your hand back into your lap and stood up, adjusting his shirt as he walked out of the garden, slow enough for you to follow if you wished but not pressuring you. You watched him leave before returning your attention to the fountain with a sigh, glancing down at your reflection in the water. Without Jun beside you, it suddenly felt much colder, the breeze blowing the water onto you like a harsh mist. Still you didn’t move for quite a while, even as the sun rose and you felt exhaustion creep into you, you didn’t want to move. You hated how lonely it suddenly felt without Jun beside you, and you hated the way your hand still tingled where he kissed you. Though you told yourself it was just being flustered and touch starved. Jun was still a stranger to you, and there was no way you could ever see yourself falling for a vampire. You kept telling yourself that as you finally stood up and slowly made your way inside, even as you changed and tucked yourself into bed the words repeated.

You could never fall in love with Wen Junhui.

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Unfortunately for you, fate seemed to have other ideas for what you wanted. Jun, encouraged by getting his first kiss, seemed to only up his game as the days went by. Meal dates, going for walks, performing a song for you, even taking you out into town to give you an idea of what the nightlife was like. You quickly learned that things didn’t operate much differently when vampires were running things and most were more than welcoming to you. Jun had taken you to all of his favorite stops, including his favorite restaurant and an arcade he went to with his friends a lot growing up. You also learned a lot more about him during that time. Jun explained to you how his family line is actually from China and they weren’t always as powerful. The Wen name grew with his great grandfather, who had moved in search of business opportunities and ended up in the right place at the right time. Because of their heritage, the family was in charge of many international affairs. You also learned that Jun was multilingual, practically begging for him to say something to you in Chinese when you heard that. Lastly you learned that Jun was a man of many talents, especially when it came to singing or dancing. It felt like you were meeting him for the first time, and every time you learned something new about him you found yourself falling for him more. No matter how hard you tried to deny it, or to distance yourself from him, he always made his way back with a kiss right before the sun rose. After your hand it was your wrist, then the top of your head, then your forehead, and, most recently, your cheek. Every kiss made you tingle and crave more of him, as if there was some type of love potion on his lips that he applied to you with each one. You supposed that wasn’t entirely out of the question but you doubted that Jun would be desperate enough to try a stunt like that.

Not everyday was a victory for Jun though, there had been a few where you weren’t in the mood for his antics or something happened that pulled his attention away from you. Those days he would sigh and tell you to enjoy your night out with a semi forced smile, making sure you knew to call him if something went wrong. You tried to enjoy going out alone those days, and to be fair you did have fun exploring the new shops that were usually closed in the day, but you always felt slightly guilty. Every time you left you saw Juns disappointed expression in your mind and you ended up dragging yourself back to the manor way earlier than you intended. Most of the time he would be busy with something work or wedding related and wouldn’t realize you were home until much later. One time, however, you caught him working in his study, smiling at your presence and inviting you to sit with him as he worked. You ended up staying there for hours talking about whatever came to mind.

Unfortunately, there was a new issue presenting itself that threatened to drive a wedge between the two of you. That issue being the fact that your wedding was now only a few days away. Meaning that not only was Jun being dragged away, but you were as well. The realization of everything happening weighed on you like a million bricks and suddenly it felt like you were back to where you started when you first moved in. You were nervous, on edge, and it seemed like all progress being made with Jun was starting to go backwards. You never saw him anymore, and when you did he was too busy to acknowledge you. The most you ever got was a hello or him telling you how gorgeous you looked before he was being dragged off again to who knows where.

You didn’t even know why the distance upset you so much when not even two weeks ago all you wanted was for him to leave you alone. You did your best to convince yourself that you were just lonely without him, occupying your time by hanging out with any servant you could find or even Minghao. The younger vampire was clearly put off by your sudden attachment to him, but he allowed you to keep him company anyways. You would read with him or sit in his study/studio with him while he worked on a new painting until Jun or a worker came to find you. Minghao definitely wasn’t one for words but you learned quickly that he was good with advice and listening. Whenever he saw that frustrated look on your face he would offer you a glass of tea or wine and listen to you as you vented your frustrations. Depending on your mood he would either then offer you advice or distract you with something else like picking out colors for the wedding. You also quickly learned the younger vampire had quite the eye for color and fashion, so much so that you swear he lit up when you asked him to help you with your wedding dress.

That was exactly what the two of you were doing now, with the assistance of Joshua and Jeonghan. You had been standing in the middle of your room modeling every style, color, and fabric known to man. Jeonghan and Joshua seemed happy with most of the designs, but Minghao still hadn’t found anything he had liked.

“This one’s too long.”

“This one's too short.”

“Neckline on this one isn’t flattering.”

“The dress shape hides your figure too much.”

“This color doesn’t match your complexion at all.”

“This color is cute but the style is all wrong.”

By what easily felt like the millionth try on, you were frustrated and about ready to throw a pillow at Minghao. The male in question was humming softly to himself as he circled around you, clicking his tongue in disapproval.

“Hao, is all of this really necessary?” you whined, struggling to stand up straight as you felt something poking your side.

“Of course it is!” he replied, “you want to look perfect for your wedding right? We should not settle for anything less than perfect.” He circled around you one more time before shaking his head, “We’re getting closer but no this one is still off, next.” You couldn’t help but groan, half tempted to slam your head into the nearest wall when Joshua spoke up.

“I think that’s the last one we have right now and I think Y/N is getting tired,” he stated softly. Minghao sighed and shook his head, muttering something under his breath as Joshua spoke again.

“How about we just sit down and discuss what we did and didn’t like about all of them, so you can narrow down the list and we can find something.” You had half the mind to run over and kiss Joshua for the idea, nodding eagerly when Minghao glanced at you.

“Very well,” he agreed, “go get changed Y/N and we can discuss this, we need to get this done soon so we can find the dress before the wedding day.” You wanted to roll your eyes at the mention of the wedding. Honestly you didn’t care for your dream wedding at this point, you felt like you weren’t getting a say in much and you were so stressed that you just wanted everything to be over.

Nonetheless, you sat down with all three boys and discussed your ideas until you had designed a dress that everyone agreed on. It would be slightly form fitting to flatter your figure, but also allow you to move around freely, with a neckline that was not modest but not too revealing either. The same red, white, and black color scheme that the rest of the family seemed to love, and a few lace accents to make it elegant. You would decide on your accessories and veil later, but Minghao seemed satisfied with the design and ran off to get working, Joshua and Jeonghan hesitantly following after apologizing to you for the younger's attitude.

Exhausted and beyond frustrated, you found yourself leaving your room and going to the one place you knew people would leave you alone, the garden. Tucking yourself away on one of the farthest benches, you sighed and buried your head in your knees. The sound of the fountain and the wind rustling the leaves brought you great comfort as you tried to clear your mind. No more stress about the wedding, no more stress about Jun, no more stress about anything. Why couldn’t your life just go back to the way it was before? Why did you have to be stuck here, getting married to a vampire to help your family? Even worse, why were you actually starting to fall in love with him? Why couldn’t you have just stayed strangers and just used the wedding for show? Part of you wished you never met Jun until your wedding day, then all of this would have been significantly easier.

“There you are,” lifting your head, you locked eyes with the one man who occupied your mind. Jun looked exhausted, his shirt messily unbuttoned under his vest which also wasn’t fastened properly. His eyeshadow was smudged, making it look like he hadn’t slept in years, and his hair was messy as if he just rolled out of bed. He was a mess, and yet you still found him unbelievably gorgeous. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he confessed as he sat down beside you, “Jeonghan told me you were in a pretty bad mood earlier.”

“I suppose you could stay that,” you muttered, “what about you though, you look like a mess.”

“Thanks I tried my best,” he replied sarcastically, though his expression quickly softened, “I just have a lot to do, that's all. My parents have been preparing me for the wedding and taking over the family so I guess I’ve been stretched pretty thin.”

“So I’ve noticed,” you whispered to yourself, Jun heard it though as you felt his arm wrap around you.

“Awe don’t tell me my sweet girl missed me?” he teased, “I’m sorry I haven’t been giving you much attention, will you ever forgive me.”

“Shut up!” you groaned as you nudged him off of you, “who said I missed you?”

“Your actions are worth a million words, you know?” he pointed out. When you didn't respond he huffed and leaned closer as if telling you a secret, “Also you should know that word gets around quickly in this family.” It took you a second to realize what he meant, internally groaning as you realized his brother probably told him everything.

“Remind me to kill Minghao next time I see him,” you hissed which made Jun laugh.

“You can’t kill what’s already dead My Love. Also don’t be mad at him, he’s only trying to help.” You bit your bottom lip and cast your gaze down, watching the grass sway beneath your feet for a moment. Jun quickly dropped the teasing and cleared his throat, tapping your shoulder to get your attention, “Seriously though Y/N, I know I haven’t been around much recently and I’m sorry. I can’t make up for that but I am here now so talk to me, what’s bothering you?” You debated answering for a moment, gnawing at your lip and curling up more. Jun waited patiently for you to collect your thoughts, not taking his gaze off of you as you finally sat up properly and looked at him.

“It’s stupid but this isn’t what I wanted,” you confessed, “I always dreamed about having this royal and lavish wedding and now I’m getting it but not how I wanted. I don’t know anything about how vampire weddings work and I haven’t gotten a single say in anything. I didn’t get to choose who I marry, when, how, hell I barely even got a say in my own dress. It hurts even worse because I’ve been so confused about my feelings for you and now I don’t know what to do.” You took a deep breath after speaking, feeling like a huge weight had been lifted off of you. Jun stayed silent for a second, his occasional blinking the only sign that he hadn’t completely frozen. Then, before you had time to react, he was pulling you against him in a tight hug. You gasped, needing a moment to process the contact before giving in and hugging him back. Your arms wrapped tightly around his waist and your head buried into his chest, ignoring the lack of a heartbeat and instead focusing on his scent. Of course you had been close to Jun before but not like this. His scent was very floral, but there was also a hint that reminded you of herbal tea, it was refreshing and very much him.

“I’m sorry,” Jun muttered into your hair, pulling away from you just enough so that he could look at you, “this is all my fault. I’m the one that dragged you here, and I’m the one that kept you in the dark. I should have told you everything from the beginning.”

“Can you tell me now?” you asked, looking up at him.

“What do you want to know?” he answered you with his own question.

“Everything, why did you choose me? Also what is going to happen at our wedding and what happens after? I want to know so I can prepare.” Jun exhaled harshly but nodded, keeping one hand on your arm while the other moved to run through his still messy hair.

“Well to start, I chose you because I saw something special in you. Families like mine always married off their next in line to a human, that’s an agreement to keep things fair on both sides. I am the oldest son and so I knew when the time came I would need to find someone to marry, my parents knew this too so they often sent me out during the day. I was disguised of course and protected from the sun, so I think I did a good job blending in. You probably don’t even remember that you’ve met me before, I stopped by your work one day with a friend. I don’t know why but something about you was different, special, I knew that exact moment that you were the one. So I asked my friend to get to know you and everything he told me only proved to me that I made the right decision.” You tried your hardest to remember ever getting close to someone that would know Jun, or even when you saw him before but your mind was coming up blank.

“What was your friend's name?” you asked, desperate to know who it was he was talking about.

“Kwon Soonyoung, but he often had people call him Hoshi,” your eyes widened at the name, recognizing it as one of your old coworkers. He started working there about a month after you and you two became friends almost immediately, you had no idea that he had any connection to someone like Jun.

“Him, really?” you asked.

“What, didn’t expect that I could befriend a human?” he questioned.

“No no not that it’s just, how did I have no idea?” Jun smiled and patted your head playfully, laughing as it messed up your hair.

“You not knowing means he did his job well, but yeah I learned about you through him, and then when I was told it was time, I sent Mingyu to get you. The timing wasn’t the best though as Hao and I had to return back to China to deal with a few personal matters, which is why you spent the first year with just my parents,” he explained. You were both silent for a moment as you processed the information, then Jun spoke again, “as for the wedding, it will probably be a bit different than you’re expecting. Everything will still happen that does at a normal wedding, but there is also the business element and the mating ritual that goes along with it. All our friends and family will be there, but so will the main political powers on both sides to ensure that the wedding is official, so it may be a bit more crowded than you’re used to. Though it is your wedding as much as it is mine so if you would like to join me in planning things I would love to have you with me.” You nodded and smiled, glad he was giving you the chance to be involved, though your smile quickly dropped as you remembered the mating part.

“What exactly is the mating ritual?” you asked, albeit a bit hesitant. Jun sighed, almost looking like he didn’t want you to ask.

“Divorce isn’t really a thing in our life,” he started, “so vampires are known to ‘mate’ for life I guess you could say. When we marry the bond between us is shared by a blood exchange, it will keep me connected to you, allow me to know what you’re feeling and be close to you even if not physically.”

“A blood exchange, that means that...” you trailed off.

“I will have to bite you,” he answered your question for you, “but it will be quick I promise and you can choose where you want me to do it.”

“Will it hurt?”

“It shouldn’t, remember I said most people even say it’s pleasurable. You’ll feel a little prick and then after that it should just feel warm,” he explained.

“I don’t have to drink your blood though, right?” you asked.

“Not unless you want to become a vampire yourself,” he responded with a chuckle, “but you don’t have to decide that now.” You nodded softly, looking down and feeling your cheeks heat up as another question entered your mind.

“Umm, what about the wedding night?” you immediately regretted the question as you saw a mischievous glint in Juns eye.

“Why are you that excited for what’s going to happen?” when he saw you blush harder he snickered and patted your shoulder, “relax Qinqin I’m just teasing you. Eventually my parents are going to expect an heir to the Wen family, but if you’re not ready on our wedding night we can just share a drink and relax.”

“What if I am ready?” you asked yourself outloud, not really thinking about it until you saw Juns expression.

“Are you ready?” he pushed, you quickly felt shy and looked away, but he placed his fingers under your chin to make you look at him.

“Yes? No? I mean...I don’t know I don’t even know how I feel about you,” you confessed. Jun hummed in thought and you could have sworn you saw him blushing a bit himself.

“I think you do know and you’re lying to yourself,” he whispered. Your eyes widened as he drew slightly closer, barely inches away from you. His dark eyes were blown and piercing as they stared at you, your own glancing down on his lips then back at his eyes. “Just admit it Y/N,” he whispered, “I won, you’re falling for me.” Your breath hitched, wanting to turn away but feeling like you were frozen in place. Jun huffed and leaned forward, placing a kiss to the side of your lips, just enough to tease you. Your eyes fluttered for a moment at the contact before opening again and looking up at him in confusion. “That’s how I know you do feel something for me,” he pointed out, placing another kiss to your forehead before pulling away, “don’t worry my dear, you’ll get the real thing in a few days, just be patient.” You didn’t know whether you wanted to hit him at that moment or pull him close to you and kiss him. He didn’t give you the option though as he was standing up and excusing himself, letting you know that he would be in his room if you needed company. You whined to yourself as you were quickly up on your feet and rushing after him, not wanting to be alone just yet.

“I’ll get you back for that Wen Jun!”

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You definitely took Jun up on his offer to join him in wedding planning, getting a say in everything from the decor to the catering. You also got a glance into the life Jun lived, watching as he handled different affairs and communicated with different workers. It was honestly endearing watching him in his element, though you did your best to stay out of his way. Whenever he wasn’t too busy though you guys were enjoying your time together, oftentimes with him having his arm around you while you looked at decor ideas for the manor or holding your hand as you organized seating for the wedding. That domestic feeling returned and this time you didn’t fight it, actually finding yourself excited for your wedding.

It felt like only a minute before the day in question came, you were woken up early when Minghao, Joshua, and Mrs. Wen burst into your room. The sun hadn’t even set completely, as you could see the rays poking out through a crack in your curtains. Minghao quickly rushed to pull them fully closed though as Mrs. Wen placed a tray with fruit and tea on your nightstand.

“Rise and shine my dear,” she urged, “it’s time to get you ready for your big day!”

“Already?” you asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, “it’s so early.”

“Yes but there’s a lot to do,” the older woman reminded, “we need to get you fed and dressed, do your hair and makeup, and then get the final preparations ready. Our guests will start arriving in a few hours so we need to make sure everything is done now.” You groaned softly but nodded, taking the tea from the tray and sipping at it as you woke up, Mrs. Wen fretting over your health and complexing as Minghao and Joshua focused on getting your dress. “You look a little pale my dear, do you need anything? I can go get you some medicine.”

“I’m fine I promise, just a bit nervous,” you assured.

“Mom, relax, I’m sure you remember how nervous you were when you got married,” Minghao argued, making a few last minute adjustments on your dress.

“You shouldn’t listen to everything your father says, you weren’t even there,” the woman argued, though Minghao only giggled as he focused on his work. You also laughed a bit at the family's banter before finally giving in and getting out of bed.

“Alright what do you need me to do?” you asked.

“You go wash up and then I’ll help you get dressed, just call when you’re ready for me. Then the boys and I will help make sure everything is in place and do your hair and makeup. By then it should be almost time to start so you can rest,” Mrs. Wen explained. You nodded and made your way to the bathroom, quickly showering and brushing your teeth before calling for help with your dress. It was simple enough that you were mostly able to get it on yourself, but you still needed help with the zipper and the layers. You couldn’t help but look at yourself in the mirror as the older woman helped you out, tearing up at the sight of you in the dress. You hadn’t been the most fond of the idea at first, but seeing yourself in it made you realize how gorgeous it actually was. It seemed your soon to be mother in law agreed as she stared at you in awe. “You look gorgeous Darling,” she praised, adjusting the bodice and allowing you to glance at yourself.

“Thank you, I feel gorgeous,” you agreed. She clapped in excitement before helping you back out to your room where the two males were waiting. Minghao was holding various sewing supplies and Joshua was holding your veil and a few other accessories. Behind them on the bed was a kit which you assumed was for your hair and makeup. Both males smiled as they saw you, Minghao clapping softly as he walked over to you.

“I told you this would be perfect,” he boasted, getting a gentle whack on the back of his head from his mom. He didn’t acknowledge it though as he looked over you to see if there were any needed adjustments. “I’m sorry if this is awkward to ask but,” he said nervously, “but have you decided where you want your…mating bite to be?” The room went awkwardly silent, you stiffening and looking at him which made him rub the back of his neck. “I’m only asking to know if I need to adjust the dress at all so Jun can access it, that’s all.” The room went silent again, all the attention on you as they waited for a reaction.

“It’s fine if you don’t know yet,” Mrs. Wen assured but you shook your head.

“No no it’s fine,” you promised, “I guess I haven’t really thought about it, what would you suggest?”

“Well,” she trailed off as she thought about it, “I personally chose my neck, it’s a bit more intimate than your wrist but it would be easier for him to reach and the mark is easier to hide.” You nodded, placing your finger on your pulse point as you thought about it.

“If you want to consider both options I was bitten on my wrist when I turned,” Minghao said, showing you his wrist where you could clearly see the scar, “it doesn’t hurt but it does feel tingly and if he bites your wrist it may take a bit longer.” You reached out to gently grab the male's wrist, which he allowed, tracing your thumb over the two bite marks then letting him go.

“I guess I’ll go with my neck, it seems easier,” you decided.

“Good choice,” Joshua muttered from his spot on the bed. Minghao nodded and moved to adjust your sleeve, pinning it down a bit so that your neck was exposed.

“That should stay put,” he commented, “all you have to do when it’s time is tilt your head back a bit.” He mimicked the action and you nodded in understanding, not wanting to question how he knew what to do.

“Now then,” Mrs Wen quickly spoke up, “we still have a lot to do, go ahead and have a seat and we’ll finish getting you ready.”

The next three hours were spent making sure everything was absolutely perfect, eventually Minghao had to excuse himself to help Jun and get ready himself but Joshua and Mrs. Wen stayed with you to keep you company. Apparently there was also a moment where Jun tried to sneak in and see you but he was promptly dragged away. To pass the time the two told you stories about the past, specifically stories they knew would embarrass Jun. Moments like him dancing around with his arms behind his back, failing miserably at sports, or just randomly running up to a mirror and saying how handsome he was before running away. Every story made you laugh more as you imagined the Jun you knew doing all these things. Before long you got a knock on your door, one of the female staff poking her head to let you know it was time. Joshua quickly took his leave after giving you a reassuring smile, leaving you with Mrs. Wen. The woman glanced at you to silently ask if you were ready, handing you your bouquet before linking your arms and leading you out of your room and to the stairs.

The manor was set up so that the main room was turned into a ballroom type setting, all of the guests sitting with their backs towards you. At the front of the room, stood by the now decorated front door, was Jun. He was wearing a perfectly pressed white shirt under a black vest with red accents and a matching red tie. His makeup was sharp but toned back a bit, enough to make his eyes look piercing and his lips stand out more. His shoulder length hair was also slicked back, the top layer tied up in a half ponytail. Minghao, Joshua, and Wonwoo were standing behind him, all dressed up in matching suits. At the announcement of your arrival, all the guests immediately turned to face you. Many of them were faces you didn’t recognize, but you could see your close friends and family towards the front, all smiling up at you. Mrs. Wen gave your arm a gentle squeeze before walking you down the stairs and towards the front, your eyes locking onto Juns from behind your veil. He couldn’t see you properly yet, but you swore you’d be able to see his smile from a mile away.

Mrs. Wen bowed her head to the officiant before handing you over to her son and moving to take her seat beside her husband. Jun took your flowers and handed them to Joshua behind him, lifting your veil and running a finger across your cheek.

“You look breathtaking,” he whispered.

“So do you,” you replied. He chuckled softly and grabbed your hand, both of you turning to face the officiant. The majority of the ceremony went by in a blur for you, mainly because you were more focused on the way Jun was looking at you and the way he was holding your hand. Your warmth seeped into him and warmed his skin, and you could feel his thumb rubbing on the back of your palm. You only snapped back into reality when it was time for the rings, Jun slipping a black band with his family's crest engraved on it onto your ring finger, you doing the same for him. With that the officiant closed their book with a satisfied smile.

“It is my honor to present to you Mr. and Mrs. Wen, you may claim your bride.” Jun could no longer hide the mischievous glint in his eye as he looked at you.

“Finally the moment I’ve been waiting for,” he whispered.

“Yeah, me too,” you teased, cupping his cheeks and pulling him down to kiss him. Jun gasped in shock but quickly melted into you, wrapping one arm around your waist and the other cupping your cheek. The room was silent and for a moment it was just the two of you, finally sharing every emotion that you had been hiding from yourselves and each other. Though the moment couldn’t last forever as you had to pull away from each other. Your eyes were glazed over as you looked up at Jun, the male smiling down at you as if you were the most precious thing he’d ever laid his eyes on. Though you remembered that it wasn’t over as you felt him brush your hair away from your neck. You stiffened a bit which he noticed, the hand on your waist rubbing soothing circles into your side.

“Deep breath okay, it’ll be over before you know it,” he promised, “are you ready?” You did what he said and took a deep breath, closing your eyes and leaning your head back like how Minghao had told you.

“I’m ready,” you whispered after a moment, though you didn’t dare open your eyes. Jun didn’t say another word, but you felt his fingers tracing your neck, followed by his lips. You felt him kiss your neck once, then twice, then you felt his fangs poke your skin. You gasped as you felt a sharp prick against your skin, the pain only lasting a second though before you felt a warm tingling sensation. The feeling was hard to place, but it almost felt like your body was going numb despite your senses being heightened. Jun hummed against your neck, sucking for a moment before pulling away and swiping his tongue across the bite. His hand that had been on your shoulder moved to rest against your back to support you.

“How do you feel?” he asked, keeping his grip tight on you just in case you got dizzy. It took a moment for your feelings to return to normal, you relaxing a bit in his arms before opening your eyes and looking up at him.

“I’m okay,” you assured. Jun smiled and nodded, pulling you against him for a moment to kiss the top of your head before turning to face the crowd. The proof of a successful bond had the room erupting into loud clapping and cheer, almost loud enough to be deafening. Jun chuckled a bit as you winced away from the noise, wrapping his arm around you and leading you to the kitchen where a banquet was already prepared.

You stayed beside your husband the whole time, practically hiding behind him as hundreds of people came to greet you. They all congratulated you both and would introduce themselves to you as family friends or business partners or whatever else. You didn’t care enough to remember all of their names, knowing that you likely wouldn’t see them again for a long time. Jun did all the talking for the two of you, allowing you to hide behind him as he made pleasantries with all of the guests. Though you did stray away from him long enough to greet your parents. Your mother was already in tears when she approached you, pulling you into her arms and crying about how grown up you were. It took everything in your power not to cry yourself as you embraced her, promising that you were fine and happy with Jun. You stayed holding her for a moment, letting go to hug your dad before deciding that it would be best for them to go. Every other human guest had excused themselves at this point and you knew your parents would be working again in the morning so you bid them goodnight with one last hug and a kiss from your mother. After they left you returned back to Jun, the male glancing over at you with a smile before returning his attention to his guests. It was fine at first, and you tried to interact with as many guests as possible, but after about an hour of still meeting new people you quickly got bored. Not only did you want to get away from the crowd but you were also desperate to finally be alone with your husband. It finally got to a point where you decided to take matters into your own hand, tugging at Juns arm to get his attention.

“As nice as this is, I would love to go get used to my new bedroom now,” you whispered when he finally looked at you. Jun immediately caught on to what you were implying, smirking down at you and licking his lips.

“You’re a scandalous little thing aren’t you?” he teased, but still he quickly excused the both of you for the night. He used the excuse that you were tired and still getting used to the change in schedule to anyone who asked as he escorted you out of the kitchen and up the stairs. No one even gave you a second glance as you followed Jun into his room, quietly closing and locking the door behind you.

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The second the door locked you were all over Jun, gripping his vest and smashing your lips together in a desperate kiss. The male eagerly returned the kiss, removing your veil so he could tangle his hands into your hair. Your tongues battled each other, lips remaining locked as you started exploring each other's bodies. Your hands made quick work of undoing his vest while he fumbled with unzipping your dress. You pulled away once you felt him pull the zipper down, his lips attacking your neck as he pulled your dress down your body. Due to the shape of the dress you had opted not to wear a bra underneath exposing your breasts to the cool air once your dress was off. Jun took advantage of this, gripping at your breasts and pinching your nipples between his fingers. You moaned softly at the feeling, growing louder as you felt his fangs graze against your neck, kicking your dress off as he pulled you close to him.

“You have no idea how good you taste,” he muttered against your neck, “it’s almost addicting.”

“You can have another taste if you want,” you gasped out, he paused long enough to glance up at you, making sure you were serious. You smiled and ran your fingers through his hair as a silent confirmation. Jun took the hint and trailed his lips back to where he originally bit you, running his tongue across the area once before biting down again. This time you moaned at the sting, tightening your grip on his hair and throwing your head back as the same warm feeling returned. This time Jun groaned into your neck, sucking harder and pressing your bodies together. His hands gripped at your hips desperately, grinding them against his own as he continued sucking at your neck. Though he pulled away out of fear of making you dizzy. Jun placed one last kiss on your neck before lifting his head and licking his lips.

“Yep, very addicting indeed,” he groaned. You took a deep breath and chuckled softly, pulling away from him slightly so you could loosen his tie. Jun watched in amusement as you undid his tie and the first few buttons of his shirt, pushing him back until he fell back on the bed.

“I think it’s my turn to have a taste,” you cooed. Jun leaned back and watched in amusement as you climbed on the bed to straddle him. He grunted softly as you trailed kisses down his neck and chest, slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt as you went. You had known Jun was slightly muscular but you hadn’t realized how much until now as you felt the outline of his muscles.

“Like what you see?” he teased once he realized you stopped your actions.

“A lot actually,” you teased back, Jun chuckled and licked his lips as you trailed more kisses down his stomach until you reached his belt. You made quick work of undoing the belt and popping open his button. Jun lifted his hips just enough to allow you to pull his pants and boxers down, revealing his already semi hard length. You could already tell his length was more than you expected and suddenly you were frozen. In fact, you actually had no idea what you were doing so seeing him exposed for you was a lot to handle. Jun noticed this and adjusted a bit to look up at you. “Are you okay doll?” he asked, reaching a hand out to stroke your cheek.

“Yeah I just…I don’t really know what to do,” you confessed. Jun had to keep himself from chuckling at your adorableness.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he told you.

“No I want to!” you whined.

“Very well, want me to tell you what to do then?” he asked, to which you nodded, “okay then, grip it gently and start by stroking it.” You hesitantly did as you were told, Jun immediately gasping and falling back against the bed at your touch. You stroked him softly for a minute, feeling him twitch in your hand and rubbing at his tip for a second before gaining your confidence back and leaning down to place kitten licks along his head. Jun twitched at the contact, groaning softly and throwing his head back as you licked across his length before finally taking his tip into your mouth. “There you go, just like that,” he urged. His hand that had been on your cheek returned to grip softly at your hair, tugging it softly and brushing it out of your face so he could see you. You looked up to meet his gaze and moaned softly at the sight of him. His eyes were wide and his mouth slightly opened as he panted, his muscles were tensing from the pleasure and his hair was now out of its bond and falling messily into his face. His grip on your hair tightened more as you took him deeper, an audible groan leaving his throat, “Good girl, treating me so well.” The praise got to you and had you rubbing your thighs together, taking him as deep as you could and using your hand to stroke what wouldn’t fit in your mouth. You continued your actions for a few more minutes, enjoying the way Juns groans got louder and more desperate, but he quickly tugged on your hair to pull you away. “As good as your mouth feels baby girl, I’m getting close and I would rather finish inside you.” You felt your cheeks heat up at his comment but you nodded and allowed him to flip you both over.

Jun took a moment to rid himself of his shirt as you got comfortable on the bed. He stepped away for a moment to grab something from the dresser before returning to you, with something hidden behind his back. “You trust me right?” he asked as he crawled on the bed with you.

“Of course,” you replied with a soft smile. Jun returned the action and gently pushed you to lay down fully.

“Good, now relax and put your hands above your head,” you immediately did as you were told, feeling the smooth silk run over your wrists before tightening around them. “Is that too tight?” he asked, watching you shake your head and nodding as he carefully tied your wrists to the headboard. He tugged on the knot for a moment to make sure it was sturdy before grabbing another silk tie and draping it over your eyes. “Still doing okay?’ he asked as he tied the silk behind your head.

“Yeah I’m fine,” you assured, squirming softly at your now loss of vision.

“Good, just let me know if it gets uncomfortable,” with that his hands were back to roaming your body. His large hands kneaded your breasts before moving down to play with your hips and thighs. You continued to squirm and moan at the contact, tugging lightly on your restraints. “You are so gorgeous,” he whispered, trailing kisses from your neck down to your breasts, “I always knew you were beautiful but your body is so perfect.” He placed kisses along your breasts before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You shivered as you felt his fangs brush against your skin, his tongue swirling around your nipple as he sucked softly. Soft moans left you as he continued, gripping into your thighs as he switched to the other nipple.

“Jun,” you whined out, making him hum against your skin.

“Yeah baby? Do you need something?” there was a teasing edge to his voice that made you whine more.

“More, please touch me,” you begged. He chuckled softly and removed himself from your breasts.

“As you wish,” he muttered, one of his hands left your thigh to run a finger across your clothed core. You shivered at the feeling, grinding your hip into his hand to get more friction. “Shit, you are so wet for me,” he groaned as he pressed his finger harder against you.

“Stop teasing me please!” you whined, desperate to feel more of his touch.

“Fine, fine, because you’re being so good to me,” he agreed, slipping your panties off and spreading your thighs so he could get access to you. His finger trailed against your slit, gathering your wetness before pressing his finger into you. You moaned and squirmed softly, not used to the intrusion. “Just relax,” Jun cooed, “it’ll feel weird at first but I promise it’ll be worth it.” You nodded and did your best to relax, squirming and gasping as you felt his finger move inside of you. Jun pressed a kiss to your thigh as he continued, curling his finger and making you whine as he hit that special spot inside of you. “Found it,” he muttered, continuing to hit that spot and watching as you squirmed and moaned at the feeling. Slowly he urged another finger into you, curling them and making a scissoring motion to help stretch you out. The sting burned a bit but that was quickly washed out by the pleasure he was bringing you, constantly hitting your G spot and his thumb moving to rub at your clit. “How are you feeling Y/N?” he asked, not slowing down his motion.

“So good, it feels so good!” you moaned out, arching your back and pulling at your restraints.

“Good,” Jun muttered as he pulled his fingers out, “are you ready for more then?” You didn’t hesitate to nod, practically shaking in anticipation as you felt him line up with your entrance. You arched your back and groaned as you felt him slowly enter you, his hands gripping your waist and soft pants leaving him. Jun stilled once he bottomed out, kissing you and muttering praises while massaging your hips to distract you from the pain. It took a moment to adjust to the stretch, but the second you felt it fade you were nodding at him to continue. His thrusts started off slow, simply letting you get used to the feeling before picking up the pace. You couldn’t hold back your moans as you felt him inside you, wrapping your legs around him to hold him closer to you. Juns grip on you tightened and he groaned as his thrusts continued. “You are so tight, you feel so good,” he grunted as his head dropped to rest against your neck. With each thrust you felt a tightening in your stomach, whining and squirming more as you realized you wouldn’t last much longer.

“Jun I’m gonna..” you couldn’t find your words as you lost your breath. Jun seemed to understand though as you felt him nod against your neck. Without slowing his thrusts, he reached up with one hand and undid your blindfold, brushing your hair out of your eyes as you blinked up at him.

“Go ahead and cum for me baby,” he groaned, that was the approval you needed to finally let go. You tightened around Jun and arched your back with a soft cry as your orgasm washed over you. Jun slowed down for a moment before continuing his movements, making you whimper from overstimulation. “Hold on for me just a little bit longer okay?” he urged, “I won’t last much longer. You’re going to be good for me though right? You’re going to let me give you my heir?” You couldn’t verbally reply, simply nodding and whining. Jun thrusted a few more times before stilling inside of you, a low groan left him as he reached his climax.

You both panted softly as you came down from your high, Jun carefully pulling out and leaving gentle kisses across your face and neck. “How are you feeling?” he asked as he untied you, massaging the soft red marks on your wrists as you sighed.

“That was amazing,” you gasped out, staring up at Jun with a tired smile, “but I’m exhausted now.” He smiled and laughed softly, kissing your head as he climbed off the bed.

“You stay here, I’m going to grab something to clean up with and then we can rest okay?” you gave him a hum of confirmation and closed your eyes. Jun disappeared into the bathroom for a moment before returning with a wet cloth. He hovered over you and gently wiped down your neck and chest before folding it and gently pressing it against your core. You sighed at the cool feeling against your sore body, letting Jun clean you with no hesitation. Once you were clean he quickly cleaned himself off before setting the rag aside and crawling into bed with you. You immediately crawled under the covers and snuggled up against Jun, with your head on his chest and his arm over you. “You’ll probably be pretty sore tomorrow, so if you want to stay in bed I’m not opposed,” he mused, chuckling when you weakly hit his chest.

“We’ll see,” you muttered, “right now though I just want to sleep.”

“As you wish,” he agreed, kissing your head as he snuggled up with you.

“I love your kisses by the way,” you whispered, placing a kiss on his heart before closing your eyes.

“I’m glad,” he hummed, “it took a lot of effort for me to get them, you know?”

“I know, and you will still need that effort,” you teased, hearing him scoff.

“We’ll see about that,” he placed one last kiss on your head before closing his eyes, “rest well my love.”

“Goodnight Qinqin.”

At this point it was safe to say, you had fallen in love with Wen Junhui.

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↪ Authors Notes: Qinqin means dear one or kiss

Also I’ve been considering doing a spinoff of this story where reader ends up with Minghao instead of Jun, would anyone be interested in that?

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no-phrogs-in-hats · 1 year

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Can I please have an imagine where the reader is the younger twin sister of Meredith Grey and ends up falling in love with Addison Montgomery. The two get together and keep it a secret for awhile (because your twin sister getting with your boyfriends ex wife is kinda weird). But one day the two are caught in an on-call room by everyone. A bit of angst with a lot of fluff please?

In the Shadows and Under the Sheets !!!Light NSFW!!!

Pairing: Addison Montgomery x fem!reader

Warnings: major mommy issues, secret relationship, brief on-call room sex hehe, light angst<3

A/N: first oneshot for McMommy Addison Montgomery hope you enjoy<3

As much as you loved your twin sister, part of you resented her. Your mother had encouraged her to go to med school. Your mother encouraged her to be a surgeon. Your mother encouraged her to be amazing, one of a kind, extraordinary.

“You’d be more suited as a nurse,” she had said before you applied to every possible pre-med program in the country at seventeen. “Or maybe dermatology.”

Straight A’s since grade school, a perfect 1600 on your SAT, graduated Magna Cum Laude, and you’d only be fit as a nurse? Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Nurses are the backbone of the healthcare system. They leave and everything falls apart.

But to have your mother have so little faith in you–it hurt. It hurt more than you could possibly imagine. Maybe it was because you reminded her too much of your father–too soft, not hardcore enough for a surgeon.

“Sometimes I wish I listened to my mom’s advice,” you mutter into the darkness of Addison’s bedroom.

Addison, who lays beside you with her head on your chest, sits up. “What?”

“She–” you clear your throat. “She told me, before applying to med school, that I’d be better suited as a nurse–or in dermatology. That I’m too soft and that I wouldn’t make it as a surgeon.”

Addison brought a hand to your forehead, brushing aside stray hair. “You? Too soft?” When you nodded silently, she flashed a bitter-sweet smile. “Sweetheart…you are an amazing surgeon. Being soft isn’t a weakness. You need to have compassion and empathy if you’re going to be a doctor–especially if you do plan on going into pediatrics.”

The sound of your alarm startles you and press a reassuring kiss to Addison’s lips before getting out of bed and starting your morning routine.

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Addison sighed heavily as she scribbled down details of her most recent patient in their chart. You stare at her from afar, admiring the way her glasses sit, perched on the bridge of her nose, and the way she seems to drown out everything when she concentrates. How her skirt hugs her curves, how her hair is pinned up and exposing her neck…

“You seem stressed,” you murmur, standing beside Addison under the guise of discussing a case.

She side-eyes you, trying to hold back a smile before going back to filling out her patient’s chart. “I’m…fine.”

“You sure about that?” you ask. “Because I have a very good way to help with stress and I think you’ll want to take me up on this offer…” You take the pen from her hand and grin, clicking it and placing it in the pocket of your white coat. “On-call room three. Five minutes.”

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You giggle as Addison presses kisses to your neck and removes your scrub top. You hold her close, running your hands up and down her body before unbuttoning her blouse and tossing it to the side.

“Still stressed?” you ask.

“I dunno,” she answers lowly. “If I am, do we get to continue?”

You laugh quietly, “We’d continue even if you weren’t stressed.”

Addison presses a firm kiss to your lips and you make your way down her body, placing soft, open-mouth kisses to her navel and nipping at her hips. You slowly drag her skirt down and continue with your kisses down her thighs as you toss it onto the floor.

You smile against her inner thigh and she jolts at your bites before letting out a soft moan. “God, you are gorgeous…”

She takes a deep breath and sighs as you get closer and closer to her aching core, “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”

You wrap your arms around her thighs to hold her still, and just as you were about to get started, the worst possible thing happened.

As the on-call room light turns on, you gasp and look up. “Meredith!”

She stands in the doorway with an awkward look on her face before shutting the door quickly. Climbing out of the bed quickly, you pull on your scrub top, “You didn’t lock the door, Addison?”

Before she gets a chance to respond, you rush out the door and find that Meredith is still there–waiting for you. “Mer, I–”

“No,” she says. “Don’t. You gave me crap for sleeping with an attending.”

“I know, and I’m s–”

“I’m not done. You gave me crap about sleeping with Derek and now you’re sleeping with his wife!”

“Ex-wife,” you mumble.

“It doesn’t matter!” she snaps. “You’re a hypocrite! How long has this been going on?”

You thought for a moment, counting back the months of seemingly harmless flirting and innocent touches before it turned into…not so innocent touches. “Um…a couple months.”

“I’m your sister! You were the first person I told after I got back together with Derek!” There was a moment’s silence between the pair of you before Meredith spoke up again. “Are you happy?”

“What?”

“Does…does she make you happy?” Meredith repeats.

“...Yes,” you respond. “Yeah, she does.”

“Okay…good.”

“Good.”

Answering a page, Meredith leaves you to your own devices and you return to the on-call room. You watch with a grin as Addison buttons up her blouse.

“What?” she says.

“Next time,” you smile, placing a soft kiss on her lips, “lock the damn door.”

#addison montgomery #kate walsh #greys anatomy #hurt/comfort #fluff #smut #fanfic #oneshot

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tallbluelady · 18 days

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Steer

After giving Urianger a kiss goodnight and watching him teleport back to Mor Dhona, Rowan hesitated at the gate of her newly reclaimed home. Mama was staying the night and there was only one conversation they could possibly have.

"He really is quite handsome, isn't he?" Mama started.

"I tend to think so," Rowan said, gathering dishes and placing them in the sink.

"And his voice! Thank you for steering the conversation back from the realm of aetherial but I almost wouldn't have minded just listening to him ramble!"

"Urianger's fairly coherent if you pay attention. He enjoyed teaching Ryne during his time on the First."

"Who?" Mama tilted her head as she came to the sink to help clean up.

"A young woman, about the Leveilleur twins' age." Has she met Alphinaud and Alisaie? "They're all, uh, sixteen or seventeen summers, I believe."

Mama nodded and handed Rowan a tea cup to dry off. They had cleaned their cups from their tea before she asked, "Does he treat you well?"

"Aye." There was more to that question but Rowan wasn't going to reveal anything without further prompting.

"Urianger seems so tender with you. He seems more timid than when I met him to go to Rhalgr's Reach. He wasn't very outgoing then but it's like he... hurt you in some way and is trying to make up for it."

"It was for a good - he doesn't - he doesn't want to hurt me anymore." Rowan grimaced. That was not the right thing to say.

"What did he do to you, darling?" Mama's voice got icy. "I'll either have it from you or rend it from him."

Rowan sighed and pulled her mother towards the couch. "Urianger has it in his head that he has to do things alone. Instead of asking for help or... criticism on his plans he hides them. It would have been fine if he told me what would have happened. I would have agreed with the actions, but he kept the details from me to - to shield me of all things."

"He kept secrets to keep you safe? Did it even work?"

She shook her head. "Nay. Not in the end. We all made it out alive but even if he was forthright with only Y'shtola it may have been better. But the Exarch asked Urianger to keep it all a secret from us so... he did."

"If he was asked to keep that secret, then Urianger was only the accomplice. Which does not absolve him of the guilt he should feel for hurting you."

"I daresay it may haunt him to the grave. But despite all that, I want to be with him. I've never felt more safe than when I'm in his arms, or actually understood for once."

"I only fear that he'll lie to you again, darling."

"Everyone lies, Mama. And everyone has expectations that I save them. Urianger has at least declared that he regrets doing so, and that he wants to change. He always sought to help me with my burdens. He knows he can't take them from me. But he tries his damndest to make sure I get through the trials I have before me."

Mama's face softened and she sighed. "I suspect that no man would ever be worthy of you, my darling. But a man who strives to be worthy is close."

#i need a writing tag #aether and anatomy #rowan argentas #alfinne argentas #urianger #urianger x wol #shadowbringers spoilers #ffxiv write 2024 #prompt: steer #woah 500ish words after 2 weeks of not writing???#it's more likely than you think!!!#let's see if work doesn't kick my ass this year and i can keep this up

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bluejaysandblackbats · 1 month

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Hair Trigger

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam, YJ98

Summary: A junior at Gotham University, Jason finds it difficult to conceal his worsening mental health from his family and his friend, Jon Lane Kent. Family secrets are revealed and boundaries are pushed as Jason and Laney struggle to navigate through school, their romantic feelings, and their trauma. Could the reintroduction of Laney Kent be more trouble than it's worth, or is it just what Jason needed to confront the demons of his past?

I will also do trigger warnings for chapters and if there is smut I have the chapter(s) tagged so you don't have to worry about nsfw in the fic if you're just here for the story itself.

Chapters: 20/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Jonathan Lane Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Natalia Knight, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Cassie Sandsmark, Chris Kent, Bart Allen, Original Character(s)

Relationships: JayLaney, Clois, TimKon

Additional Tags: University AU, No Powers AU, Sharing A Bed, Romance, Angst, TW // Kidnapping , TW // Gun Violence

Chapter Twenty: Disjointed

Laney sat on Jason's bed as Jason picked up their dirty laundry and put it in the hamper. "Jason?" Laney whispered. Jason took the blankets off his bed and checked the plugs to make sure everything was plugged where it was supposed to be. "Jason—."

"Who is Caleb Forrester, and why do I feel like he means something to you?" Jason raised his voice slightly. Laney's shoulders tensed.

"He was my counselor when I went to boarding school... And I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just wanted to put it all behind me. Jason, he doesn't mean anything to me anymore. I'm terrified of him," Laney's voice cracked. Jason sat across from Laney on the bed. "I told you a lie about the first guy I was emotionally involved with, and I had to change details about it because I didn't know how you would see me—."

"I love you, Laney. Even if we were just friends or married or any of it... I love you in every way, and I wouldn't have judged you, but I'm sorry for being pissed. I just thought that maybe you wanted someone else," Jason whispered as he grabbed Laney's hand.

Laney kissed Jason's knuckles. "Jason, no, I don't want anybody else," Laney mumbled as tears flooded to the surface. "And I don't wanna cry... Caleb and I might've had something, but whatever that was was wrong. I just want it to be over. I want him to stop following me." Jason held Laney's hand over his mouth and kissed his palm.

"Wait, how long's he been following you?" Jason asked. Laney took Jason's hand and tried to cover his face. "Lane, please. Be serious with me."

"Since I was seventeen. Caleb showed up at a party I went to, then in Metropolis, he showed up at my dorm room, and now he's here in Gotham. I don't know," Laney whispered, "Maybe this is my fault for trusting him so much at first."

"It isn't your fault... Hey, look at me. It's not," Jason whispered. Laney looked up at Jason, and they met eyes.

Laney lay back on Jason's bed and took a deep breath. "Jason, I don't know what to do other than put down roots and hope that he will eventually go away," Laney mumbled as he pushed his hair back.

"Lane, I know you don't want to hear this, but I think you need to get a restraining order. I will go with you, and we can go out of town for a little bit. Okay?" Jason asked. Lois knocked on the door, and Jason invited her in.

"Your dad is on speaker right now," Lois whispered.

"Lane, how do you feel?" Clark asked.

"I'm okay... I mean, I'm screwed up because I knew Forrester was following me. I'm sorry," Laney mumbled.

Clark clicked his tongue. "Laney, maybe you should come home—."

"Dad, I can't come home. I came to Gotham because I thought he wouldn't follow me here. If I go home, he'll just follow me there... Jason's right. I have to make this stop. I'm gonna go down to the courthouse in a little while," Laney mumbled.

Lois leaned against Jason's nightstand, still holding the phone. "Lane, take the phone. Jason, can I talk to you?" Lois asked. Jason nodded, and Lois gave Laney her cellphone.

Jason stepped into the living room with her, and Lois plopped down on the couch. "Did you know anything about Laney's counselor?" Lois asked. Jason shook his head.

"Laney told me something about some guy from boarding school, but it wasn't true... I didn't really know anything about the counselor until this morning after breakfast," Jason answered. Lois pinched the bridge of her nose.

"I thought that maybe he said something to you about it... Maybe I should stay longer—."

"No, don't worry... I've got him. I'm gonna take him to the courthouse later on today, and—."

Laney came out of the room and grabbed his keys off of the kitchen counter. "Laney, where are you going?" Lois asked. Laney took a deep breath.

"I have to go get my laptop from my apartment. I forgot I have an assignment due at eleven... I'll be right back," Laney replied as he left the apartment. Jason went back to doing his laundry and cleaned his room before noticing something strange.

"Mrs. K.? Can you come in here for a second?" Jason asked. Lois came to the door and looked at him.

"Jason—."

"His laptop is in the bedroom," Jason pointed out. Lois cursed and slipped on her shoes, and she asked Jason to follow her downstairs. They got in the car and drove straight to Laney's building.

Jason texted Sylvia and motioned for Lois to stay out of sight while waiting for Sylvia to answer the door. Sylvia answered the door in tears, and she embraced Jason.

"Hey, Sylvie, is Lane here? We just had a weird conversation before he left, and I just wanted to come and apologize to him," Jason whispered. Sylvia burst into tears.

"I said that guy was weird, and Laney came here and left with him—."

"Sylvia, slow down," Jason whispered, "So he's not here?"

"No, Laney went with the guy, and he told me not to say anything, but he packed a bag—."

Jason cursed. "Sylvie, stay here, and I'll call you when I see him—."

"Jason, I'm so—." Jason smiled and shook his head.

"It's okay... I'll find him in a minute," Jason whispered as he left the apartment with Lois.

"What happened?" Lois asked as she rushed behind Jason.

"He left with him. Lane went with him. Sylvia said Laney packed a bag and went with him," Jason replied as he unlocked Lois's car door, and Jason's phone rang. Lois answered and put it on speaker.

"Caleb, I get why you're mad. I said a lot of crazy things last night," Laney said over the phone, "We can go to the farm, but I need you to tell me why you're still so mad at me."

"Because you said some really nasty things to me last night. Lane, you know that I adore you. You know that, but it hurts me when you run from me," Mr. Forrester replied.

"But, Caleb, listen to me. What do I have to do to prove it to you? Hm?" Laney asked.

"Come to Hershey with me. To the farm," Mr. Forrester answered.

"Caleb, baby, I said I was gonna go with you. I did. I wanna go to Pennsylvania with you. I want to, but you're scaring me. Can you please put that away?" Laney asked. "No, Caleb, please. We can do whatever you want to do. I just can't be honest with you when I'm scared like this."

"Lane, do you think I'm stupid—?"

"No! But I'm gonna be sick if you don't put the gun away!" Laney screamed. "Like I'm so upset right now because I feel like you want to hurt me, and all I want is to go away with you! Can you please pull over behind this grocery store? I feel like I'm gonna throw up!"

"Lane, okay... I'm gonna put the gun away. Just calm down," Mr. Forrester's voice softened, and the call grew near silent. They heard a smacking noise, and Jason looked at Lois and back at the road. She took the phone off speaker, and Jason wiped a few tears from his eyes.

"Jason, are you okay?" Lois asked as she held the phone to her ear.

Jason chuckled uncomfortably and shook his head. "No, no, I'm not okay. It's not that, though. It's not the kissing. It's just—."

Lois gasped and put the phone back on speaker before yelling for Laney. "Laney! Lane! Answer the phone!" Lois yelled.

"What happened?" Jason asked.

"Mom? Jason?" Laney sobbed before telling them where he was, and he hung up. Jason sped to where Laney was, and he ran into the police and the ambulance.

"Lane! Laney!" Jason screamed as he jumped out of the car, and the police stopped him and Lois from entering the scene. Laney sat in the back of an ambulance wrapped in a blanket with blood on his face and hands, and Jason and Lois ran to him and embraced him. Laney sat there in a daze.

"Cricket, look at me," Lois whispered, "Cricket, it's Mama."

Jason got on his phone and called Clark. "Hello?" Clark's voice answered on speaker, and Laney blinked hard before bursting into tears. "Jonathan?"

"Is he dead?" Laney asked. Lois looked around, and she shook her head.

"Don't worry about that. Did you talk to the police?" Lois asked. Laney nodded.

"What happened?" Clark asked.

"He pulled over, and I shot him," Laney whispered. Lois wandered off, and Jason stood with Laney.

"I'll be there tonight," Clark replied before hanging up. Laney reached for Jason, and Jason embraced him. Jason moved to kiss Laney, and Laney turned his head.

"Don't kiss me. I threw up," Laney mumbled.

"I don't care. I'll gargle," Jason whispered, and Laney let Jason kiss him. "Please don't scare me like this again. You know how scared I had to be to kiss you after you threw up?" Laney let out a little laugh.

Lois came back. "Let's go home... Okay? I talked to the police, and they said it's okay. Let's go home," Lois whispered as she took the blanket off of Laney, and Laney grabbed Jason's hand as they walked to the car. The ride to Laney's apartment was silent.

When they got back to Laney's apartment, Sylvia hugged him. "I thought you'd be hurt," she wept, "Are you okay?"

Laney didn't say anything for a moment as he looked around the apartment. "I need to take a shower and lay down. Sylvie, I'm sorry," Laney whispered before kissing the top of her head and going back to his room.

Jason waited until Laney went to the bathroom before making sure Laney's CPAP was plugged up and pulled the sheets back. He burst into tears. Lois entered the room and gave Jason a hug. "Jason, it's okay. Don't worry," Lois whispered.

"No, but it's not. I've never seen Lane like that," Jason wiped the tears from his eyes. "There's so much that I really don't know about this."

"Jason, Laney isn't guarded because he wants to be. Lane's got so many feelings about everything, and it's easier for him to push through them or lie about them than it is to just stop and feel something...

He loves you. He's just gonna need time to sort through this. This all seems sudden for us, so imagine how it was for him. I'm gonna order us something to eat," Lois whispered. Jason nodded.

"Mrs. K.?" Jason stopped her.

"Yeah?" she asked in a soft tone.

Jason stood there for a while in near-silence before whispering, "Did Laney kill him?"

Lois shook her head. "Almost," Lois whispered, "But I think it's better for Lane's conscience this way." She closed the door behind her on her way out, and Jason sat in a desk chair, waiting for Laney to return.

When Laney came back to the bedroom, he took off his shirt, climbed into bed, and lay there, staring up at the ceiling. Jason opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't know what to say. "I can understand if you're mad about what you had to hear," Laney whispered. Jason rolled the chair around to Laney's bed.

"I'm not mad at you. You did what you had to," Jason whispered, "I just hate I wasn't there for you." Laney turned on his side.

"Jason, I have to tell you something," Laney whispered, "I didn't want him to die... I still don't." Jason nodded.

"That isn't a bad thing... That's just how you feel—."

"How do you feel?" Laney asked.

"I would've put him in the ground," Jason whispered. Laney looked at Jason's unflinching face before turning away. "I know it's not what you wanted to hear, but he could've killed you."

"Jason, can you sit by me?" Laney asked. Jason climbed over Laney on the bed, and Laney rolled onto his stomach and turned to look at Jason, wincing as he settled into the bed.

"Where does it hurt?" Jason asked.

"My back's been hurting ever since we got home," Laney whispered. Jason reached over Laney and went into his drawer.

"You don't have any heat cream for your back," Jason announced.

"I know. I've got a little massage oil to the back right of the drawer," Laney explained, and Jason took the small bottle of massage oil and squeezed a few drops into his hands.

Jason pressed his hands into Laney's back firmly, and Laney took in a breath just loud enough for Jason to hear. "Too much pressure?" Jason asked.

"No, you—. It just startled me," Laney murmured. Jason nodded and continued to apply pressure, loosening the muscles in Laney's back. Silence fell between the two of them, and Jason's mind drifted away as he massaged Laney's lower back. Laney clutched his mattress before letting out a faint crying noise. Jason stopped and snapped back to attention.

"Does it hurt?" Jason asked. He took Laney's shirt and wiped his back off. Laney pressed his face into his pillow and burst into tears. "Lane?"

Laney curled up and grabbed the bottom of Jason's shirt, pulling it to his face as he let out loud gasping sobs. Jason froze as Laney pulled himself up onto Jason's lap and continued to cry. "Lane, I've got you. I promise," Jason reassured him as he pulled Laney up into an embrace. Laney sobbed until he was too tired to cry anymore, and he drifted off to sleep, still holding on to Jason. Jason lay down beside Laney, watching as he slept.

As the sunset on Gotham, Jason lay still, only moving to put his arm over Laney. Jason never realized how painful silence was between them. Someone knocked on the bedroom door, and Jason sat up slowly, careful not to wake Laney from his sleep. "Come in," Jason whispered. Clark cracked the door and slipped through.

"How long has he been asleep?" Clark asked.

"Just before sunset... Maybe four o'clock, five-ish," Jason whispered. Laney made a soft noise before complaining about the cold.

"Hey, Laney... It's dad," Clark whispered. Laney perked up and opened his eyes before throwing himself into his father's arms.

"Dad!" Laney exclaimed. Clark relaxed his shoulders before giving Laney a tight hug and a kiss on top of his head. "What are you doing here?"

Jason and Clark exchanged looks before Clark answered with a gentle, "I wanted to check on you. Remember we talked on the phone?"

Laney shook his head. "No? Not today, I don't think," Laney mumbled.

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Rachel Daly x Reader

Part Seventeen - 20 Questions

AN: This one is quite dialoguey but I’ve tried to do it in a way that’s least annoying to the reader. I didn’t wanna cut this out as we learn a lot about the characters and how they’ve got to where they are now <3

“Do you wanna play 20 questions?” You were both laying on the bed together hopelessly in love with each other. You were so up for playing the game, there’s still so much you don’t know about each other. Sitting up crossed legged opposite your lover you took it in turn to ask the questions.

You asked “what’s your favourite moment of ours so far?”

Rachel - when you spoke to my dad at the restaurant.

You - catching you after you slipped in the shower.

“Why that?” She asked you, “because that was our first intimate moment, the first time we looked into each other’s eyes and when I the the first spark was ignited, I love that memory” you gushed thinking back to that time. “To be fair that was pretty intense, I went from nearly breaking a bone and looking like a right tit to your arms wrapped around me telling me I’m beautiful! Time just stopped! That night I was trying to act all cool and you just shut me down with the “prized cow” comment and not giving me my towel! I knew you were different then, you were just giving all my cockiness back to me and I actually loved it, like I met my match” she smiled, remembering all too well every little detail of that night.

“Until you ruined it by pulling me in the shower!”

“Hey that did not ruin it! If I didn’t do that we wouldn’t be here today, you loved it and you know it!”

“I’m not denying that I loved it! But if I didn’t throw you the ball we wouldn’t be here today. So all of this is down to me” you were cocky knowing that you’ve won this debate.

“I noticed you waaay before the throw in babe” she smirked as she took the win away from you.

“No you didn’t! There was so many people there, you didn’t have time to look at everyone’s face. I think you’re bluffing” poking her softly.

“I noticed you during warm up, there wasn’t that many people there then. I was looking for my mum and at all the signs people had and as I scanned around I saw you and your friends laughing, you just looked so happy. Most people are on their phones but you were full on belly laughing and I just thought it was adorable” she wrapped her arms around you and squeezed tightly “when I saw the ball went out I purposely went to take the throw in to get closer to you” she said looking at you with her big puppy dog eyes.

“Nahhh man, I don’t believe this!” you pushed her off you determined not to let her win this, although you thought it was the cutest thing she’d ever said.

“Well you better believe it, just ask Millie! She knows everything!” going back to her cocky self that made you weak. “Maybe I will” pouting and eager to move onto the next question.

Rachel asked - “when did you know you loved me?”

You answered - same as above

“Really? That soon?” she seemed shocked.

You remembered hiding your feelings for so long but there’s no point hiding from them now that she’s all yours.

“Yeah, remember I already knew who you were though, I already had a massive crush on you and then that all happened! I didn’t think we’d be here now though, I thought it was gonna be a one night thing and I’d be left heartbroken and daydreaming forever. But no, you fell in love with me too!” You were smug and deserved to be as you leant in to kiss her “What’s your answer?”

“Same as above… when you spoke to my dad the most incredible feeling came over me. Most people would call me silly or just look up at the sky because it doesn’t really mean anything to them. You took it seriously, you told him you were besotted with me and that’s when I became infatuated with you. I already sensed that you were special and I didn’t want that night to end; I took you there because it’s my safe place, I wanted to get to know you and see if I could imagine a future with you. You did everything right from the get go. It just felt like you scooped me into a massive cuddle and said “it’s gonna be okay” that’s when I knew I loved you” the look on her face was undeniably smitten.

“Woah, that’s deep. I wasn’t even trying to impress you, I was just doing what I thought was right. You bought me there to meet your dad, it’s only right I introduced myself to him. I’ll need his approval after all” you winked at her. She smiled uncontrollably knowing exactly what you meant by that.

“It was sort of like in that moment he passed the torch over to you, he was my hero from day one and I always knew he’d be there and I could count on him. That’s exactly how I feel with you” taking your hands in hers and kissing your fingers.

“Oh Rachy-” you started but she interrupted you excitedly “you called me Rachy that day too! Before you even knew that was his nickname for me, it couldn’t have been any more perfect! Like it was fate all of this happened!”

“Maybe this was fate… I honestly would do anything or go anywhere with you darlin’”

“I know, you don’t need to say it, I look at you and I just know and I knew then” as she scooched closer to you and wrapped your legs together like a pretzel. “Oh but when we held up Levi! That was also a massive turning point, knowing you are 100% down with my bestie too! Most people wouldn’t have done that!”

“I’m not really sure what came over me that night, I hate conflict!” you laughed thinking back to what a complete psycho you were to him.

“It was sexy let me tell ya that! It also told me never to mess with you!”

“Too damn right Daly!” You both laughed as you collapsed back to lying down next to each other kissing. She moaned quietly into your mouth, “I’ve already told you what that does to me baby” biting your lower lip.

“Tell me what turns you on” Rachel asked kissing your neck.

“Babe I think you know most of them by now!”

“I want to know all of them though” she ran her nails up and down your arm.

“Well I’m still figuring out new ones every day with you Rach! Anything you do turns me on!”

“Seriously though…” she sat up with a stern look “I wanna know what turns you on!” with her voice slightly raised like she was desperate to know.

“Okay, okay…” you succumbed to her questioning and with that the flood gates opened as you started talking 100mph. “I like the fluffy romantic stuff but that only happened since I met you. We can be hella romantic and I love that about us but I’ve always liked dominance - pinning me up against a wall, holding my hands above my head, pulling my hair, biting my neck but not leaving hickeys cause they’re gross. I do like them on my thighs though, it feels territorial. Eye contact, being somewhere we could get caught, moaning in my ear or my mouth. You literally did all of this the first time we had sex, you can’t really blame me for falling in love with you.” You finally paused to take a breath, “I didn’t even get to make you finish though” “no, but you proper turned me on and you’ve certainly made up for it since!” Which made her smugly shrug in agreement.

“To be fair, I didn’t really have a chance because you took over!” Rach said defensively. “Tell me you’re mad about it” squaring up to her making her bite her bottom lip and shake her head. “If I hadn’t of made you cum, I doubt we’d be here now!” you said with true conviction. “Yeah actually I’m changing my answer, that’s when I fell in love with you. You were dominant but soft, I felt vulnerable but safe, there was just something about you that I needed more of… yeah, that’s when I fell for you definitely” she said gazing longingly at you.

“Tell me the rest please” she smiled angelically, rolling your eyes at her you started listing your other turn ons. Not realising how many you actually had and the more you said, the more you thought of leaving you both grinning imagining everything.

“Things specific to you though - the way you look at me when I’m wearing your shirt that is the hottest thing ever! The way you look at me in general your eyes are hypnotising I was instantly drawn to you. Not being able to control myself after like when you don’t stop and keep going even though I’m a mess, the orgasms you’ve given me have been out of this world!” She pulled a 💁🏻‍♀️ face “watching you play football, oh my god the thoughts in my head when you’re on that pitch babe! You in a suit! Guuuurl I wanna rip your clothes off! When you’re driving and you put your hand on my thigh. When you kiss my shoulder! That’s a new one! Basically anything you do turns me on babe” you giggled slightly embarrassed at how much time you’ve just talked about your turn ons.

“That’s a lot to remember!” her eyes were wide with all the information that’s just left your mouth “Not really cause you already do the majority of them! You don’t even need to try, you could just be in the same room. I’m constantly turned on around you but can you blame me? What’s yours?” you finally handed her a question meaning you could stop talking now.

“I like dominating which you know but I didn’t know I liked being dominated too. When you take control it’s the hottest thing ever. Especially for me in previous relationships always being the dominant one, it’s nice to hand that role to you sometimes. Obviously you wearing my name and number, I think that was evident from the beginning” you nodded fiddling with your necklace “I’ve never had a girl that likes butt stuff so that’s new to me. I’ve never done anything like that before but that proper turned me on” she grunted “my hand around your neck, watching your eyes roll back, my fingers in your mouth, when you call me by my last makes me fucking melt, you did it at Wembley and god I thought I was in heaven! Your moaning I’m fucking obsessed with, I hate when it’s annoying and fake but when it’s coming out of your mouth it makes me so weak” she threw herself back onto the pillows exasperated.

“I like being vocal and letting you know how good you make me feel. But I do get what you mean about fake moans, I can assure you mine aren’t” you hurried to give reassurance that wasn’t needed “Oh babe I know, you can’t fake what we have together - it’s another level!”

“Is there anything not specific to me?” You asked wanting to know everything.

“Not really, everything is very specific to you”. You smiled at her thinking about everything that’s happened in this short space of time and taking hold of her wrist again you soaked it all in - you’ve found a woman who you’re head over heels with who loves you so much she got you tattooed on her, you honestly can’t believe this is real life.

Rachel - “what did you think of last night, how was that for you?” she asked nervously. “Fucking amazing!” you exclaimed. “Is that the truth? Cause I did go pretty hard and I’ve been feeling a bit guilty” you noticed her head dip. “Yeah! You made me cum pretty hard too! Honestly Rach, I loved it! I don’t know why but when I’m drunk I get so horny and want to be treated like that, it was exactly how I had fantasised about it” you couldn’t have put more excitement into your words as it replayed in your mind.

“You didn’t tell me that was one of your fantasies” she laughed as she mentally added another one to the list. “I know, that’s what made it even better. We hadn’t spoken about that so you doing it was incredible!” “So you like to be treated like that?” She chuckled but wanted to be 100% sure of your boundaries. “Yeah! Only when I’m drunk though I don’t know why it happens, it just does. You made me feel used, it really turned me on! I’m giving you consent now and for the rest of my life - if I’m drunk do what you want to me. Don’t think I can’t consent if I’m drunk, I consent to anything. Unless I actually say stop, you’re good baby” you leant in to kiss her. “That’s pretty trusting” her eyebrows rose in disbelief that anyone could put that much trust into one person and that person being her. “Says a lot doesn’t it, I trust you with my life and I know you won’t hurt me or do anything you know I don’t like. You know me by now, there’s not much I’m not comfortable with.”

Rachel - “Is there anything you don’t like?”

You thought about it for a while “I think hickies are so tacky, anywhere else on my body is fine just not somewhere visible. It’s sexy when just the two of you know about it but on the neck makes me cringe. And don’t put my feet your mouth please and thanks. Not sure how I feel about spitting, I thinks it’s gross anyway but I think I would have enjoyed it last night” you shrugged as you laughed at the words coming out of your mouth. “Anything you don’t like?”

“Not that I can’t think of right now” she leant in for a kiss and slipped her hand onto your thigh and bringing your leg over hers “how wet are you right now?” your voice barely a whisper “why don’t you find out?” she winked at you smirking. “That is a massive turn on too, winking and your smug little face I fucking love it when you smirk at me” grabbing her chin to bring her closer to you “good to know” maintaining her smugness that made you weak. You bought your hand up to your mouth as you bit two of your false nails off “that’s fucking hot” “this?” you questioned confusingly as you pulled off a third with your teeth “yeah don’t ask why, it just is” “good to know” you winked at her taking the piss. You spent the night rolling around in the sheets using the information you’ve given each other over the course of the evening to your advantages.

You crawled up to her and scooped her into your arms, cradling her head in your lap and stroking her hair. Her eyes still shut you kissed her forehead and held her there until she fell asleep. Your relationship and sex life couldn’t be more perfect and you’d never been more happy. Picking up your phone and scrolling through the endless messages and likes of your story. You went onto Rachel’s profile to look at her photos and noticed she’d added a new highlight titled with your initials which was filled with photos and videos of you both. You went on her tagged photos to see fan accounts had posted the photo of you both in the mirror with the caption “get someone who looks at you like Rachel looks at (y/n) 🥹” which made you smile. You’re so glad the fans like you as you didn’t want to be at the end of their hate. You clicked on one fan account which was actually dedicated to the both of you which you immediately sent a screen shot of to your friends

“omg guys I have a fan account 😂”

“Obviously! You’re the hottest couple in the country right now! Have you not seen the papers?” As they sent you hyperlinks to different stories.

You’d been so wrapped up in your love bubble that you had no idea of what else had been going on in the world. There was one from the Brazil game “Daly comes out with new girlfriend”, “Lionesses and friends at G.A.Y”, “Daly Brightness on intimate date with new girlfriend”, “everything you need to know about Rachel Daly’s new bae” - there were loads! Your followers had sky rocketed since meeting Rach, even Sarina followed you! Does this mean you’re famous now? Your mind turned to the impending trip to Australia, you had one more month left to enjoy before it was all systems go for the tournament. You tucked your girl into bed and took a shirt out of her wardrobe, it was her Dash one, soon you’ll have the whole collection you thought. Taking her hand in yours, fiddling with her ring finger while while you looked at engagement rings online until you fell asleep too. It’s too soon yet but no harm in being prepared.

Rachel’s perspective:

I woke up first, remembering what happened last night I rolled over to see her looking so peaceful. Noticing she’s wearing my Dash shirt filled me with pride, I miss that team so much and can’t wait to see some of them at the World Cup soon. I sneakily took a photo of her because she looked adorable then posted a bunch of photos from last night of us kissing in front of the I love you banner - keeping the caption simple with ‘💜’. I’ve never shared this much about my personal life, there’s just something about her that makes me want to tell the world. (Y/n) rolled over placing her arm around my stomach, I held her hand and wrapped my arm around her back.. Our love story running on repeat in my head as I felt her ring finger. “I’m gonna marry you one day” I whispered kissing the crown of her head.

You were starting to come to when you rolled over to rest your head on her chest, still half asleep feeling Rach stroke your hair. You were about to drop back off when you heard her say quietly that she’s going to marry you which spread a giant smile on your face. She didn’t know you were awake and you didn’t know whether to respond. “Who’s name are we taking?” you muttered sleepily, feeling her shudder from the sound of your voice. “Mine, obviously” she smiled as you tilted your head up to look at her with your sleepy eyes. “Obviously aih?” Your eyebrow cocked “You’re already wearing it, might as well make it official” she said cheekily as she leant down to kiss you. “Mum told me not to elope while we’re away” Rachel laughed “No chance, I want a big wedding” she smiled playing with your fingers in hers “me too, I want everyone there. Dress or suit?” you asked her “both. Dress for the ceremony, suit for the reception. Gotta keep you happy haven’t I” winking at you “don’t say that like you even have to try!” You said poking her “What ring style would you have picked for me if we didn’t have this conversation?” she asked. You showed her some screen shots you took last night with ideas, not really knowing what she would want. One was a delicate band with diamonds and black stones that really caught your attention so you chose that one which she said was a good choice. You asked her the same question, “I’d want to get you something big and flashy” “absolutely not, you don’t know me at all!” you screeched in disbelief that the woman you’ve known only a few months does not in fact know everything about you. “You didn’t let me finish! But after taking into consideration what you’ve showed me you like, I think I’d design it myself” she smiled “you always have to do one better don’t you”. “I’ve always lived life that way, I always want more, I always want better”. “That fills me with hope then!” “Hey, I don’t mean with women, I can’t get any better than the best can I. You’re top tier wifey material” she squeezed you kissing you all over your face, you tried to wiggle out of it but gave up and just let it happen. “Wifey…. I like that” you said with a huge cheesey grin, you placed a hand on her cheek and pulled her closer to you “I love being able to say I love you out loud now”.

Part Eighteen - Before You Go 🔞

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callmewrinkles3 · 1 year

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Book Extract 4

The second reason why I took so long to make my relationship with Em public is both more simple and complicated at the same time. Even now the only way that I can explain it is that I just had no idea how to put it into words. It’s been nearly two decades since the night we met, and I still can’t find the words to explain just how much I love her.

I know that people want stories about my past, about drinking and being in F1 in the early 2010s. But I’ll let you in on two things. Number one, my kids are going to read this book in the next couple of years and I don’t want them knowing about anything like that. And number two, with all due respect to everyone else, I started to forget any other names or faces the moment I met Em. It all got erased from my brain the night I finally got to kiss her in Monaco. I’ve had good relationships and bad relationships before, but I’ve never had anything like what I had then and still do have with her.

Nobody has ever loved me the same way she does. I won’t tell you specific details about my relationship and my marriage because those are still our secrets to keep. There’s so many things that I know people want to know about our relationship. There’s all the traditions we have, routines that we started in 2018 and we still do to this day, the ways we’ve spent time together going from being friends to dating to married to having kids. But it’s too personal. We’ve spent so long protecting our privacy and each other by denying what we are to each other that letting people into what we have is just hard.

What I can and will say is that I have never loved anyone the way I love her. Loving her was so easy to do, and it’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done. People say that love involves a struggle. And yeah we’ve gone through hard times. Some of those times got plastered in the media. It was never a walk in the park. We went to hell and back and had to crawl our way back on our knees, but I would do it all over again knowing that I get to spend the rest of my life with her. It takes love, but it also takes time, trust, confidence, patience, and so much understanding. Even after seventeen years and three kids it takes so much work. It’s a lot of patience and so much talking about everything but at the end of the day it’s just worth it.

But actually falling in love? That was simple.

She’s the half of me that I had no idea was missing until I met her. She loves mythology, and told me this Greek myth about how Zeus was afraid of the original human, with two faces and four legs and four arms. So he cut them all in half and left them to wander the earth to find their missing half. Em’s my missing half. She’s the reason that the worst and hardest days of my life weren’t so bad. What we have goes beyond I love you. She’s my dreams come true, she’s love personified. I always tell her that someone went into my brain and pulled everything I wanted from my dreams and imagination and somehow turned it into this gorgeous, badass person and she always says I’m ridiculous. But it’s true.

She’s what I always wanted in a partner. The first time my parents met her they knew we would end up together. My mum has never been happier for me than the phone call to tell her we were engaged. She’s what I needed and what our family needed to thrive, and it’s why everyone loves her so much. But she’s exactly what our babies needed. I couldn’t imagine our kids having a better mum than Em. Before I met her I never imagined having kids with anyone but pretty soon after meeting her I could see having them with her.

It always felt like nobody could understand what we had. We were always like the one person, it felt like we were the same person. Everything about us being together felt right. It’s so cheesy but we’re two pieces of a puzzle that click together perfectly. It’s felt like that since the first time we locked eyes. I can’t explain how it works or when it started but our friends complain about our telepathic conversations and it’s true. How do you explain that it’s just right? That’s the only way we could say it.

From the first night we met we knew that there was something between us. And once we let ourselves feel there was no turning back. We always say that the reason our love is so pure is because we loved each other without expecting anything else. We were both clear about how things were. Em knew racing was going to be my priority, and I couldn’t put her first all the time. And somehow she was selfless enough to accept that and love me anyway. All she wanted was for me to succeed and to be by my side.

I never expected or asked her to change her life for me. I was convinced we could make it work. Long distance is hard, especially when you’re timezones away. Being away from her was one of the hardest things I ever did but I was convinced we could make it work. And then she hopped on three different planes to be with me in China because I said “I wish you were here”. She surprised me between FP3 and qualifying in Shanghai and did it to support me.

Then that September when we were taking some time away she asked me if she could travel with me for the rest of the year and I was the happiest man in the world. The offer was always there for her but I didn’t expect her to take it. She wasn’t even working with us at the time, that wasn’t until Japan and I realised she’d been working with us but not officially and fixed it. But she never asked me to change anything about her life, and I never asked her to either. Everything was out of absolute love, adoration, and devotion. Every decision we made was selfless. All we wanted was what was best for each other, and if we could fit in each others lives then it would be perfect. And somehow it magically did and everything fell into place for us to make it work.

It was never easy. Especially while I was racing. It was hard and tough and there were days - even weeks and months - when we weren’t sure we could make it work. But Em was so selfless and gave up so much for me. It’s only fair I do it now.

Em always says I’m the skeptic in our relationship. I always say that lucky charms and those kind of things and traditions are fairytales but she believes everything could be possible. She has a lucky shirt that she doesn’t travel without. She loves ghost stories, she believes in mermaids and selkies and mythology. She won’t walk under a ladder and she has a routine to do when she can’t find something that I will never learn how to do right but I leave her to it. She believes in zodiac signs and natal charts. She believes in soulmates and twin flames and I didn’t think any of that could be real until I met her.

There’s more than one reason why our paths never should have crossed. We never went to the same places in London, the only time I was anywhere near where she lived was for specific events. We didn’t live anywhere near each other, and I was rarely in the city anyway. One night she said “You’re the school drop out millionaire athlete who knows more aerodynamic physics than most college physics students and makes your own wine because you’re too picky about the flavours you like. I’m the professional assistant with an administration degree who believes in superstitions enough to have a planchette tattooed on her and truly believes Taylor Swift could be God. We never should have looked twice at each other.”

And she’s right.

But what she also told me one night after too many glasses of wine was that she knew we were made from the same stars. And like always, Emma is right. Call it cheesy but whatever we’re made of, I know we’re made of the same. From the night we met and especially from the first night we kissed I just knew we were the same person. Call us soulmates, twin flames, whatever you want to call it. She always tells me to keep an open mind about reincarnation and things like that and whenever I see her smiling at our kids I just know our love is bigger than just this lifetime.

And listen. I might not have an open mind and I might not believe in a whole lot. But I believe in her, and that’s enough for me. She’s my lucky charm.

But how do you explain something like this to the rest of the world in a ten second clip for social media? How do you find the right words to say that you love someone so deeply you feel an ache in your chest when they’re not nearby? How do you put into words that when she says our love comes from other lives and universe you think it has to be true because from day one it’s felt like you’ve known each other longer than we have? Because that’s the only option. Whenever you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. We’ve worked so well together in every single aspect of our lies that it feels like we’ve done it for centuries. And maybe we have. But I won’t complain because if I get to choose I’ll choose to do it all over again with her for another thousand centuries.

#call it what you want fic #ciwyw media

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jaggededges123 · 8 months

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17 kiss eighthcest 👁️👁

17. First Kiss

The first time Silas Octakiseron sinned knowing his transgression ahead of time… was terrifying. It was worse than the time that Colum had taken him on a trip to the top of the belltower in the Octavian, when Silas had passed out because of how far his stomach seemed to drop looking down, and down, and down from the fenced-in area. It felt as if one single misstep might have caused him to plummet so far that he would disintegrate to dust upon hitting the ground, skipping the need to be buried in the catacombs entirely.

When they rose from their evening prayers, from huddled together and linked hand to hand to standing and the same, Silas refused to let go. He’d explode if he did.

He tugged on Colum’s hands to keep the big, weathered man in place, and he stood on his toes to press his lips clumsily and chastely to his cavalier’s. It was the first kiss he’d ever given or received with this sort of intent. It was a statement bigger than its outer facade, Silas declaring that in this one aspect of himself, he would accept and indeed welcome imperfection.

He would welcome Colum, no matter if it was a subversion of their vow. Their vow was large enough to hold more now, now that Silas was older than when it had been made.

Silas landed back on the rest of his feet lightly, his expectant gaze never leaving Colum’s face for a moment. Colum was remarkably still, like an unusual statue in their austere set of rooms, and the tips of his ears flushed darker, along with one particular patch on Colum’s left cheek.

“You’re a bit too old to say goodnight like that, aren’t you?”

Before Colum had even finished his weak protest, Silas felt like he’d been thrown outside of the city without proper protective gear on. His heart cracked in his chest the same way it had when Colum had told him what meat was made from at the age of six, but worse.

Colum still thought of Silas as a child. Silas thought of Colum as… more than he should. More than he’d been taught to.

But, in Silas there was also a deep-set ember in his belly, of the angry variety. His thin cheeks puffed a little as he let go of Colum’s hands finally, embarrassment and shame coating the heartbreak and bruised ego.

“I’m not a child, Brother Asht,” he insisted, scowling and feeling very adult about it. He shot one last glare at Colum before stalking back to their bedroom to finish preparing for bed. “I’d appreciate if you didn’t insinuate that I was.”

It seemed he still had a lot of work to do before his offer to commit this single sin would even be considered.

Elsewhere…

Colum Asht was shock-still in the middle of their small prayer room that jutted off to the side of the Master Templar’s bedroom. His hands still felt warm where Silas had held them as they’d joined each other in prayer, and then where Silas had held him to—

How old was Silas again? Was he fifteen, sixteen, or seventeen? He could have even been older or younger. It was sometimes difficult for Colum to remember small details like the passing of years since some years ago when they’d taken their vows. In any case, Silas seemed just as small and delicate, the perfect picture of a pale Eighth House necromancer, as he always had been since he had been a child.

There was no possibility in Colum’s mind that Silas had kissed him with any intent other than familial comfort and intimacy in mind. Silas was the Master Templar, and Colum couldn’t remember a single time when Silas hadn’t done his utmost to ensure that he didn’t even come in the general vicinity of a sin.

Finally, Colum shook himself out of it. Of course, Silas wasn’t a child anymore, and as such wouldn’t appreciate Colum stepping out of line by pointing out his young age. He probably hadn’t meant anything by that kiss, owing to his general state of innocence, and so any meaning that Colum would impose himself upon the action would, in a sense, be Colum’s own depraved mind. That must have been the case.

Colum blinked an additional six times and said a quiet prayer to ground himself in the moment, and then he followed his necromancer into the bedroom to help Silas get comfortable in bed so that he himself could go to sleep.

#eighthcest #silas octakiseron #colum asht #silas's brain: mission failed--we'll get em next time #i'm so sorry this probably isn't what you had in mind but god #i couldn't not #tombcest #thanks for prompting me! <3

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capricorn-0mnikorn · 2 years

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Unpacking all my Aspec micro-labels

(I did kinda, sorta, half-promise to do this a bit ago. I was planning on doing this in time for Asexual Awareness Week. But there was too much to unpack).

Note: I didn’t even know any of theses orientations existed until I was 52 years old, six years ago. This here unpacking is all about me looking back over my life, and saying: “Oh!” very quietly to myself. Included are sample example experiences from my life that have led me to believe these labels fit, with the finer details sanded off.

Aromantic & Apothiromantic: Not feeling romantic attraction, & Repulsed by the idea anyone else being romantically attracted to me.

I might have ended up romantic neutral (or even demiromantic) if it weren’t for one particular summer camp session where I was romantically harassed by a boy in the cabin next to mine. I was 12, he was 13. And he would not leave me alone. All the camp counselors thought it was cute.

Until the last day of the session when I finally agreed to kiss him. I went in for a peck. He went in for a French kiss. I slapped him as hard as I could (pretty hard).

This experience did not “make” me aromantic, but I think it is the reason I have the urge to “nope” out at the first hint of romantic overtures (think Roadrunner in a Chuck Jones cartoon).

I’m not repulsed by the idea of anyone else in a romantic relationship, though. If it makes you happy, I’m happy for you.

Aegosexual: Enjoying sexual fantasy & daydreams with imaginary people, while leaving yourself out of the action (the double prefix “a” and “ego” means “Without self”).

I think this is the biggest single reason it took me so long to realize I wasn’t actually straight. I grew up in a culture that told me, as a visibly physically disabled person, imaginary sex was always going to be my only option. So I never stopped to consider that it was actually preferred option.

I will note, though: In all my made-up scenarios, in made-up places, with made-up people, sexual attraction between individuals is never the motivating reason for the action.

Demisexual: Only feeling sexual attraction after a strong emotional bond is formed.

This happened to me once, when I was 15, toward a fellow student that was in all of my classes, and the only other student in my Latin class. I think I did the math at one point, and figured that, during that year, I spent more waking hours with him than with any other single human being. I never told him of my crush.

Alterous: Defined as an attraction “halfway between romantic platonic.”

I think of it as a combined, intense, emotional and intellectual attraction (I’d use “queerplatonic,” since I don’t want any romance -- see above -- but as I understand it, queerplatonic is reserved for describing a type of relationship, not a flavor of attraction).

Until a relatively short time ago, when I learned there was more to “falling in love” than the Romantic/Sexual forms of love validated in our culture, I thought that was an experience I’ve never had. I thought I’d skated through my teenage years unscathed by the right of passage called “first love”. But looking back:

When I was sixteen or seventeen, as an alternative to summer camp, my mother suggested that I invite one of my good friends from high school -- a couple years ahead of me; as I recall, that was the year she graduated -- to stay over for a couple of weeks (also, looking back, I can’t help but wonder if this other girl’s mother was also in on it, as an alternative for both of us). We’d stay up ‘til 2 or 3 in the morning, talking philosophy, and mythology, and storytelling. We’d spend our days painting watercolors, and writing stories, and watching insects in the grass, and taking naps together on the living room rug.

We remained pen pals for several weeks after that. And then, one day, I got a letter from her that had none of her usual art in the margins, or between the lines. Instead of her usual graceful handwriting, it was written in dense, cramped pencil. And in that letter, she admitted that she was going through a mental and spiritual breakdown, and that she was scared.

Her letter affected me so deeply, it prompted me to leave the religion I was raised in.

Looking back, I think that counts as alterous/queerplatonic: a friendship far deeper than an “ordinary” platonic relationship. I really think that was the first time I was in love, even though I didn’t recognize it. It wasn’t the last, through the years. But I didn’t recognize those other relationships as full-fledged love, either, until the people were no longer in my life.

Once I did recognize those relationships as “being in love,” I also realized that I was:

Pan- (prefix to all the rest): Potential attraction to anyone, regardless of gender expression (my own definition).

I consider Bi- and Pan- to be almost synonyms, in the same way that “butter” and “goldenrod” are both adjectives for Yellow. Both prefixes mean “attraction to your own and any other gender.”

But in my head, “Bi-” refers to an attraction where a person’s gender expression (Note: this is completely independent of “what’s in their pants”) plays a large part in what makes them attractive. And “Pan-” refers to an attraction where the role of gender expression plays little or no part.

I’m an AFAB cis woman. But I hardly give a moment’s thought to my own gender expression, much less anyone else’s. I recognize that some people are *chef’s kiss* artistes when it comes to expressing their gender, whatever that may be. But chances are, that’s not going to be what makes me want to be in their circle.

Polyamorous: Relating to relationships with more than one partner, with the knowledge and consent of all the people involved.

I realize this is somewhat rich, considering I’ve never been in an acknowledged, requited, relationship with even one person, much less many. But any time I contemplate my ideal relationship, there’s always a bunch of us in the kitchen.

Also, my favorite scenes in Rom-Com movies are the “Coming home to meet the Wacky Family™,” and being welcomed in to the wider circle.

I also wonder if this is related to my Apothiromantic orientation, and being wary of being the sole focus of a single person’s amorous/emotional attention. I wouldn’t be surprised.

Whew! I think that’s the lot. Am I a Micro-Label Master? Did I catch them all? 😏

#Long post #asexual #aromantic #micro-labels #queer #my own experience

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tex-treasure-chamber · 1 year

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Love Me Tender

Pairing: Sunny / James

Summary: Once he and Sunny began courting, James didn't expect more than a simple "welcome home" and shared meal after returning back to London from yet another mission. To be fair, it was the standard Sunny had set during their friendship, but they weren't just friends anymore so of course, Sunny takes it upon herself to utterly spoil him.

On the last day of his mission, James called Sunny that night as per usual to let her know he was coming home to London soon.

"Nothing broken, I hope?" Sunny inquired gently, not even trying to hide the hope in her voice, "Nothing cut open?"

James smiled. "No, thankfully. It was a good run this time."

"Gracias a Dios," Sunny murmured, "When's your flight come in- or have you already sent me the details?"

"No, not yet, but I can tell you now that I'll land at approximately 1600hrs. Think you could close up the bookstore early?"

"Ay porsupuesto, of course I will Amor! They'll understand." She almost sounded scandalized at the mere idea of not closing early to come greet him and he held back a laugh. "How long is your flight?"

"Seventeen hours. It's going to be hellish," James complained, "the long ones always are." It didn't help that he usually spent the entire flight just wishing to be there with her already.

"Just come home to me safely," Sunny replied softly, "and I'll take care of you, Amor."

James hadn't quite known what Sunny had meant by that but it burned his ears nonetheless and sent an unexpected blush crawling down the side of his neck. He cleared his throat, "What did you have in mind?"

"It's a surprise, of course!" Sunny answered playfully, "I know how you love those."

James snorted- Oh yeah, he loved them just about as much as she did, which was not at all. Still, he trusted her and decided not to try and dig further. He cleared his throat and lowered his voice, "I'm looking forward to seeing you."

"And I, you," she replied sweetly, "Now I'll leave you to rest- it's almost ten there and you must be exhausted after all you've been through, Amor, even if there's nothing broken or cut open."

James thought about refuting but when he opened his mouth a yawn slipped out. Perhaps she had a fair point after all. Still. "I can sleep on the plane."

"Yes but I must stay awake and count every second that brings you closer to me," Sunny replied, "including the ones passing us by at this very moment. Won't you spare me and let me sleep?"

There it was again, that warmth blossoming behind his chest and cresting his ears. "I wouldn't want to torture you."

Sunny laughed, "It'll only be torture if your flight delays."

"Let's hope it doesn't then."

"A solid plan." She paused, "Good night, James."

"Good night, Darling. I love you."

"I love you too."

Sunny greeted James in a pastel blue, fifties style day dress with a sign saying "Amor de mi vida" and a big smile on her face as he descended down the escalator. Once he reached her he dropped his bag, dipped her, and kissed her as per custom and together they retrieved his car from the airport parking garage before James drove them home.

As soon as they walked in the door he smelled something tasty cooking in the oven and practically collapsed in the plush recliner as Sunny all but herded him to it. He watched her untie his shoes and slip them off before setting them by the door alongside her pumps and when she drew near he grabbed her and sat her in his lap. He kissed her and pulled away just a little to ask, "What is all this?"

"I told you I'd take care of you, didn't I?" She said sweetly before pressing a kiss to his cheek, "Now, bath or dinner first?"

"Dinner," he said, "I'm starving and that smells divine; what did you make?”

“Carne con papas y arroz de tomate.” Sunny answered dreamily, “Would you like me to serve you here or shall we move it to the kitchen?”

“Mhmm, as much as I’d love for you to feed me right here I suppose we ought to move it to the table.” James quipped.

Sunny got up and offered a hand, “So I’m definitely feeding you at the table?”

He shook his head and let her help him up before allowing her to walk him to the kitchen but when he tried to serve himself, she firmly herded him to the table with a kiss pressed to his forehead.

“You’re really set on this?” James asked.

“I am.” Sunny widened her dark brown eyes and pouted, “Would you really deny me?”

He held her gaze. “I could never deny you anything.”

She blushed prettily and smiled that signature, shy smile he'd grown to love. "Nor I, you." She said before turning around to serve him dinner.

Once dinner was over he stood up to help her put everything away but she tutted at him and told him to unpack and get changed into his bathrobe. By the time he was finished unpacking, he heard her come in to slip past him into the ensuite and not a minute later, the sound of running water filled the air. When he was finally all squared away in his robe, he walked into the bathroom to see she'd set up a chair beside the tub and was busy adding water from a pitcher into the bathwater.

"What's in that?" He asked.

Sunny didn't bother to look up at him or pause in what she was doing. "This is water infused with mint- made it myself."

He raised a brow at the murky white, bubbly water. "What else is in there?"

"Lavender bath salts and lavender bubbles." She set the pitcher down and spared him a glance before adding with a gleeful tone, "Oh! And coconut milk. That's why it's murky."

He nodded slowly. "Seems a bit excessive, doesn't it? I'm grateful, truly, but this-"

"It's not excessive if it's for you." Sunny interjected sternly, her eyes wide and imploring. "Unless you truly don't want any of this?"

There went his heart again, kicking in his chest. James sighed, "I- well, I do-"

"Then please let me take care of you." Sunny entreated.

He nodded briskly.

"Good." She drawled, her voice honeyed by his acceptance, "Now go ahead and get on in- I'll be right back, I just need to grab some extra things."

He sank into the hot water with a wanton sigh, the scent of coconut, lavender, and mint rising off the surface in delicious wafts of steam. He would've fallen asleep there and then if it weren't for Sunny coming back in. He opened his eyes to watch her gently place several de-stemmed carnations in the water and thought about once again saying something like 'this is too much' but his tongue stuck itself to the roof of his mouth as he noticed the serene, almost worshipful look on Sunny's face as she carefully arranged the flowers around him.

To think, he of all people could inspire such an expression- he still didn't feel he deserved it, or this for that matter. Did he even deserve her? No, not really- at least, it didn't feel like he did but it didn't matter- she'd chosen him, that much was clear, and he only cared that she continued to choose him.

He closed his eyes as she sat behind him on a stool and a hum slipped out from his parted lips as he felt Sunny begin to massage his shoulders, stealing brief kisses to the freckles she found there as she did so. She hummed too, a pleasant tune, although it was a song he didn't know and for a moment, he thought of being young again, before tragedy changed his life forever. He realized as she began to rinse his hair and ready it for shampoo that he hadn't experienced such levels of tenderness before and it caused something violent and raw to stir deep inside his chest, unsure and pacing like a wild thing trapped inside his ribcage.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked, tone a little sharper than he'd meant it.

She paused for only a second before continuing to lather his hair with shampoo. "Because you deserve it." She replied simply, as if it were the only answer available.

Clearly, if he wanted a more lengthy explanation, he'd have to ask for it.

James cleared his throat. "But-"

"Because you deserve it." Sunny repeated firmly. "Now keep your pretty eyes closed, I'd hate for any of this to get in them."

James sighed in equal parts contentment and defeat and did as he was instructed. Once again, Sunny began to hum a sweet tune and once again, something not altogether unpleasant but still fierce twisted in his chest as he felt her fingers carefully card through his short hair, her blunt nails deliciously raking against his scalp. He sighed again and leaned into her touch.

"That's more like it." Sunny drawled sweetly. He didn't need to see her face to know she was smiling. He didn't know what to say- that thing inside his chest was still pacing but the more she massaged his scalp, the more he could feel his mind slip into a reverie of warmth and comfort, something both foreign to him because of his work and yet familiar thanks to his relationship with Sunny.

He woke out of a light doze as she quietly asked him to lean forward and after he did so, she sponged his back and shoulders before getting up from her stool to stand beside him and scrub his chest. With her face this close, it was impossible not to kiss her somehow so the moment she drew close enough, he leaned over and pecked her left cheek, just over her scar.

Sunny laughed softly. "No need to pay me." She teased.

"If you think that's payment, you should see what else I have in store for you as my thank you." James quipped in a low murmur.

Sunny shook her head, her cheeks tinted slightly pink. "Y'ain't gotta pay me nothin'," she drawled sweetly.

That may be true but James nonetheless had other plans. For now, however, he simply let her believe otherwise and kept his eyes closed as she washed out the shampoo and began to apply conditioner. While waiting for it to set, Sunny spent it massaging his shoulders once more, yet again pressing kisses to his freckled shoulders in between administering a gentle, soothing hand through his softening hair. James took it all in with his eyes closed, his mind focused on the sound of her dress shifting, the demure scent of her honeysuckle perfume, and her gentle, kind hands. After she washed the conditioner out of his hair, she helped him into his robe and had him sit on the edge of the tub so she could towel dry his hair.

As she dried his hair, she hummed some more, still of songs he didn't know but that was alright; it was lovely, truly, just to rest his head against her chest and feel her tenderly dry off his hair, to listen to her soothing voice, to know that he was home. Funny, how he hadn't called his flat a home before Sunny came wandering into his barren life like a determined wildflower seed carried in by the wind. When she finished towel drying his hair, she gently tilted his chin up and uncovered his face to cup it in her hands with a bright smile.

"There you are, handsome." She drawled sweetly before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

"Flatterer." He mumbled, unable to suppress a crooked smile.

"Go on and get changed," she urged, "I'll take care of cleaning up here. Reckon you're ready for bed."

He looked up at her from under his lashes and told himself he was allowed to be selfish, if not this once. "Will you lay with me?" He asked.

A tender smile spread across Sunny's face. "Of course."

With her company assured, he left and put on a matching striped blue and white set of PJs Sunny had gotten him for Christmas last year and, admittedly exhausted, he slipped under the covers to wait for her to finish up. When she finally entered the bedroom, he felt his heart throb warmly as he watched her dutifully join him under the covers.

He cleared his throat. "Would… you hold me?" He asked quietly.

In the lowlights of the room, he could just barely see stars twinkling in Sunny's dark eyes. "I'd love to." She said.

Inch by inch she drew closer, inch by inch James arranged himself until finally they lay side by side, James curled up with his head against Sunny's chest as Sunny held him close in her arms. She kissed his forehead once more and without asking, she began to rock him and picked up humming again.

"Would it be bold to assume I'll receive this sort of reception every time I return home from now on?" James asked teasingly but there was a part of him that feared her answer.

"If you'll let me, yes." Sunny replied softly.

James closed his eyes and for a moment, all he could think of was how overwhelmed he felt. He hadn't cried in ages and he bloody well wasn't going to cry now but even if he did, he knew he would be safe with her. Safe; that's really all he could focus on— he was safe. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief and contentment.

Sunny paused briefly in her rocking and quiet humming to press her lips against his forehead one final time and, finally secure in himself, James sank further into her embrace.

"You make coming home so easy," he rasped.

"Good, keep coming home to me. Speaking of," Sunny tightened her grip infinitesimally around him, her arms trembling slightly, her honeysuckle perfume wrapping him up like a soft blanket of quiet sweetness. "Welcome home."

#*wraps myself up in this*#tex writes #from london with love �� bond #i need to write a fic like this for Graves and Larry and Pádraic and Jake and <lists everyone else>

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zaenight · 1 year

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wanheda commander of death ch

young lynn collins as young leah shaw(age 14 and up)

Mckenna grace as a young Cordelia shaw(10-14)

Marcel ruiz as a young brandon carver (age 14)

Cordelia was surrounded by five Rotters,you see her and Carver went on a run when they came across them.

They snarled and tried to reach for her,until two of their heads got blown off.

Cordelia sent a nod to her husband,her eyes telling him that she was okay.

Cordelia then grabbed her dagger and plunged it into one of the Rotters heads,then She threw another one planting into anothers head.

Carver plunged his weapon into the remaining walker,checking for any more he rushed over to Cordelia.

"You good?" Carver asked his wife,checking everywhere for injuries.

"Brandon im fine,are you okay?" Cordelia said while also checking him for any wounds.

"Im good." Brandon said pulling Cordelia into a hug,kissing her lips.

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After returning to camp,the Couple washed off,they luckily found cases of water and canned foods that would last them around half a year with the food they had from their last run.

They may be small in numbers,but their skills made up for that.

But anyways.....

Cordelia sat inbetween Brandon's legs,staring at the large bonfire.

She rested her head on his shoulder as he ran his fingers through her hair,hearing Leah laugh as Matthew was chased by Bossie,for being the only child he was quite easy to keep occupied.

Cordelia laughed as Brandon picked her up pulling her more into his lap as he kissed her neck softly.

"God is Angry,he is furious!" Pope exclaimed.

You see a small group of five people thought they could force the reapers out of their compound,causing rotters to enter the walls and destroy where they kept their food and water.

They were tortured and killed by Carver,Turner,Bossie,And Pope himself.

They are the reason they'll have to find a new place,due to the fact their compound was slowly falling Apart.

Brandon and Cordelia listened as Pope continued his rant,the man looked like he would blow a gasket at anytime.

After he was done with his rant they decided that getting some rest would be a good idea.

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⚠️Tw: Abuse,Rape,neglect,drugs(Parents using),(Past occurences),Ptsd,anger issues(mentions) and depression from misscarrige.

*Flashbacks ahead*⚠️

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In the bedroom Brandon stroked Cordelia's hair as she spaced out thinking of her past and of their miscarriage,he knew of her past as a kid and what had happened to her.

When he met her they connected off the bat,they were only fourteen when they had met in a foster home,he would protect her the best he could from the abusive foster "Parents" and the older kids,even took a couple of hits for her.

At sixteen he managed to get into military school for his skills,however that didn't stop them from having a relationship,and when he got the call she was in the hospital he was furious.

he was cautious until she reached out and cried into his chest,that day would forever scar the two.

At seventeen he proposed and they got married four months later.

When he got into the military and came home from Afhganistan he would lash out,and have bad episodes, breaking and slamming things , he never felt safe until he was in Cordelia's arms,they were eachothers saving grace.

Cordelia would hold him in her arms until he fell asleep or snapped back into reality , which took minutes or even hours depending on how bad the episode was.

He would get help by going to meetings , Cordelia right by his side.

But you might want more details,so here are the flashbacks of Cordelia Shaw Carver,please read the warning above.

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Age 10

a fourteen year old Leah sat with her ten year old sister Cordelia,her lip busted and her sister's teary eyes were the first thing the police noticed when they arrived.

And yet they did nothing,they left after their father paid them off,dirty cops they were.

"How many times have I told you to clean this damn mess!" Their father,Vincent Shaw, exclaimed as he wacked Leah with a belt.

"F-Five!" Leah yelled.

The mess in question was a pile of beer bottles and cigerette buds scattered on the floor and table.

Their mother,Debra Shaw,just watched and wacked Cordelia on the head,a disapointed look on her face as she lit her pipe,smoking whatever was in it.

"FIVE DAMN TIMES AND YOU DIDN'T DO IT!" Vincent yelled,grabbing a freshly lit cigerette.

"Dad-What are you doing!? I'll clean don't please!?" Leah screamed as her father went towards her little sister.

"Im sorry! - Daddy please don't hurt her I'll clean!" Leah exclaimed,tears rushing down the teen's face.

"Sorry isn't good enough,that's somthing you'll learn one day." he said,pressing the cigerrette bud onto Cordelia's arm,while slamming it harshly onto the counter.

It wasn't until a crack was heard that Cordelia screamed with Leah watching in horror as she wailed louder and louder.

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Age 11

Leah had brought home a dog , a german shepard that was a search dog in training , however since she was only a puppy,they decided she had to be let go.

Their loss,because for a puppy she was pretty good,the girls found their parents meth stash and other drugs with her help,not that anything could be done about it, finally they decided on thr name viola.

Viola was easy to keep from their parents at first,she was quiet and relaxed,but when their mother came into the room unexpectedly one day,they wanted to run and never look back as she gave them a harsh glare and cursed them out.

They got beaten and bruised that day,but they got to keep viola at the end of it , so that was a plus.

"See Viola looks like you do belong somewhere , maybe one day I will too." Cordelia whispered to the sleeping dog.

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Age 12

"Where are you going?" Cordelia asked her sixteen year old sister,who had a backpack on.

Didn't take a genius to find out what was going on.

"On a trip,I'll be back soon." Leah said.

"How long is soon!" Cordelia exclaimed quietly,not wanting to wake their parents.

"I dont know,hey do me a favour?"" Leah said in a hushed tone.

"What?" Cordelia questioned.

"Take care of viola while im gone,and take care of yourself okay Delia." Leah said,a tear slowly falling down her cheek.

"Why can't I go with you!?" Cordelia said quietly,hers eyes watering.

"Im sorry." Leah said going out the window.

"Please don't leave me here with them." Cordelia cried softly in her bed,viola cuddled up against her whining quietly.

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At 13 her Parents were arrested for Abuse and neglect,after leah left the signs were harder to ignore.

Burns,scars,and bruises lingered on her skin,any sooner and she might've been killed.

"We're sorry about what happened to you." an officer said,his tone soft.

"Then where were you when we needed you!?" Cordelia exclaimed crying,voice cracking.

All she wanted was her sister,It was safe now,so where was she?where was Leah?

and thus began her adventures into abusive foster homes.

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age 14

All of her foster homes were bad,both to her and Viola,the poor dog would have rocks and anything you could imagine thrown at her,especially when her parents got released on "good" behaviour and lack of space,luckily the judge granted a restraining order preventing them to go anywhere near her.

But they could manage , especially when Cordelia made a new friend , Brandon Carver in the home she was currently in.

When they saw each other they just clicked,he became protective of her , and soon he became more than a friend.

....

Brandon stood infront of her as one of the older boys threw a punch that he managed to dodge,pulling Cordelia behind him so she wasn't hit,the two fourteen year old's were being cornered by the oldest boys in the home,by next year they'll be aging out of the system and get kicked to the streets by their current foster parents,who could care less about what was going on,all that mattered was that they got their money.

"Stay still you little-" one of them exclaimed frustrated.

It wasn't until the other teen came from behind them and held a pocket knife to Cordelia's neck.

"Stop moving or your pretty little girlfriend gets it." he said.

"Maybe we'll have our fun with her after we beat the crap out of you." the other replied as he held onto the collar of Brandon's shirt.

Big mistake,when he said that Brandon saw red,Punching the older teen,hitting him so much that his knuckles bled.

Cordelia was tired of being weak,tired of the beatings,and fucking tired of the knife being held against her neck.

She managed to disarm him, as Viola ran into the living room,growling as she bit the legs of the teen holding Cordelia,She was now full grown,smalller than most but still a healthy size.

The boy screamed as Viola bit his leg,blood coming from the wound,She then went over to Brandon,who gasped for air when he got caught in a choke hold.

She growled and bit his legs causing him to scream

and then grunted as Brandon managed to puch his stomach.

The two brawled on the floor neither giving up anytime soon.

Cordelia managed to flip the teen over her,causing him to land on his back with a look of suprise.

That look soon turned into pain when Cordelia twisted his arm and a loud crack was heard,the two brawling boys had froze staring at the screaming teen who was holding his arm, cursing out Cordelia,saying he would get her back one day.

She stared at the second boy on top of Brandon,who had a proud look in his eyes,his nose was bloody and a black eye was slowly forming.

But that didn't compare to the damage he did to the other dude,a bloody nose,bruises,and scratches littered the others face,and one eye swolen shut.

as Cordelia slammed the Pocket knife of his friend into his shoulder he screamed and cried,looking at the glare settling in Cordelia's eyes.

"Get the hell off of him,your going to stay the hell away from us or this knife ends up slitting your neck." Cordelia said,her voice not wavering.

"You heard the lady." Brandon said,managing to lean up onto his elbows,yanking the boy's head back by his hair.

The two ran scared, while Cordelia and Brandon laughed as Viola chased after them barking.

"If I said I was in love with you what would you say?" Brandon asked the girl,his eyebrow raised and curious for the answer.

" I would say show me how much,because everyone I love leaves me." Cordelia said to him.

She was cut off when he slammed his lips on hers,shocking her.

"Then their fucking stupid." Brandon said,smirking at the blushing girl.

"C'mon lets get cleaned up." Cordelia said blushing,letting out a laugh as Brandon carried her to the restroom where the bandages were kept.

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Age 16 (Tw: Rape)

Brandon managed to get into military school while Cordelia managed to become one of the youngest doctors in the country after graduating,the two of them also going to court to be emancipated.

Both were proud of eachothers achivments,Leah had finally turned up,turns out she was now in the military with carver .

Cordelia was pissed but she still forced Leah to tell her about the years they were seperated,Leah also ended up taking in viola, who Cordelia and Brandon couldn't care for with their jobs somtimes taking up alot of their time.

Cordelia was finished with her shift,the girl went out the hospital doors,walking down the dimly lit road.

It wasn't until a rough hand yanked her by the hair into the allyway,she screamed and punched,until a gun was by her head.

"Shh! Shu-Shud up you bi *Gulp* tch." A drunk man slurred,eyes staring her up and down,he looked familiar,but she couldn't place his face as she tried to fight him off.

The gun hit her temple,knocking her out,she woke up with a loud scream,her scrubs were torn,ribs bruised and broken,she was a mess.

Next to her the man laid,his pants down,laying like he did nothing.

Cordelia saw the gun,grabbing it she pulled the trigger,listening to the man scream as he held his penis,Cordelia kicked and screamed at him as much as she could as her vision was fading,her body sore.

She staggered into the road,a car almost hitting her,her vison finally turning black as she fell.

" Oh God!"

"Stay with us kid."

"Your gonna - fine."

"- Call 911!"

The voices yelled until she blacked out.

Brandon Carver was on his way to suprise his girlfriend,flowers in hand,and a smile on his face,waiting until she got home.

Opening the door of their shared home,thinking of what to do in the meantime,when he got a phone call from Leah,the woman screamed and cried as she explained what happened.

Brandon Couldn't breath,dropping the Flowers and his phone as he ran to the hospital.

In the hospital Leah Sat holding Matthew,a little boy,now one,she had adopted him last year when his mother,one of her military friends,died in childbirth.

Brandon ran into the waiting room as Leah got up setting the child down,pulling Brandon into a tight hug.

"What happend! is she-" His words were cutoff by Cordelia herself,with an Iv drip.

"Mrs. Shaw! you should be laying down." A nurse yelled.

Cordelia didn't care she walked towards him ,Pulling him into a hug and crying in his gentle hold,Brandon Carver never felt more vunerable as he held the woman he loved cry in his arms,scared that one wrong move would freak her out.

"I got you,I swear to God Im gonna kill the son of a bitch who did this to you." he murmured in her ear,stroking her hair gently when she looked into his eyes.

Cordelia Sniffled as she was taken back to her room,with Carver and Leah following close behind.

Leah held Cordelia's hand as she slept,the three spoke about living on base when the time came,also seeing if Cordelia could work as a doctor for the soilders or atleast help around base.

"I love you,we'll get the son of a bitch."Carver said getting up as he kissed her forhead,and that they did,they put the bastard in the same hospital.

"Cordelia im fine,you need rest." Brandon said,his hands bloody,as the blonde scolded him,she was still shakey, however she wasn't scared at all,not of men,and especially not Brandon,Leah had gone home with matthew already so it was just them.

He saw the bastard,and even after years,he recognized him as the boy who held a knife to cordelia's neck at fourteen.

Old memories resurrfaced and all he saw was red,that boy got more than a shot dick, Carver gave him bruised ribs and a ripped off ear, he was cuffed to a bed the officer was distracted so it was easy to get in the room.

How Carver got away with it,he didn't even know,almost having a heart attack when Cordelia let out a scream of rage,and then laughed sorrowfully,causing his eyes to soften as she held onto his hand.

"He said he would get me back , and he did , he did get me back,but I got him too,and he's gonna go away for a long time." Cordelia said with a shakey laugh,she's never felt so many emotions before,guess that's what trauma does to you,it just fills you up until you let it all out.

But all that matters to Carver right now is that Cordelia is here with him,alive and breathing.

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Age 17

Brandon did it,he proposed to Cordelia and they got married four months later,and she was beautiful.

*Popping the question*

"Can I look now?" Cordelia laughed,her arms around Carver as he carried her.

"Not yet." He chuckled.

"Now!" He said uncovering her eyes.

They were on a hill,and the view was Amazing,you could see the city.

Fairy lights on the trees brightened the area,a white canopy with a picnic awaited.

Soft music filled the air as Carver wrapped his arms around her,she laughed as he spun her around slowly.

Leah,along with his mercenary friends,such as Turner, powell, bossie,and Austin helped him set it up.

"I never saw myself doing this,I thought I would never get tied down,but then I met you,and I wouldn't have it any other damn way." Carver started.

"Cordelia Shaw,Will you marry me? Make me an even happier man then I already am?" He asked her,kneeling on one knee,a beautiful ring displayed in his hand.

After Afhganistan, the group had issues with money and paying bills,but that didn't stop them from trying to make the most of it,and the smile on Cordelia's face was worth it.

"Fuck yeah!" She exclaimed,Carver laughed as she launched herself into him,sending him to the ground.

After a moment the sound of kisses,flashes,whistles,and clapping echoed around the area.

As the two looked up they saw the group smirking with confetti poppers in hand.

The couple laughed as Matthew aimed the confetti bomb at Powell,only it turned out to be a glitter bomb leaving the man sparkly.

They laughed and danced,when Leah pulled her sister into a hug Cordelia smiled brightly.

*Wedding*

At the wedding Mancea would be the one to marry them,They couldn't be more grateful for their found family.

Pope did the honors of walking Cordelia down the isle,the music drowned out as Carver saw her,she was Beautiful,and nothing else mattered but her.

Their I do's were said,an after party was held after with jokes here and there,Cordelia and Brandon each thought they didn't deserve eachother,but in truth they saved eachother.

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Age 18 a few months before the apocolypse.(Tw: miscarriage and depression.)

Cordelia cried as the doctors told her she lost her baby, Brandon's baby,THEIR baby.

It had been three weeks in the hospital,after she almost lost her life due to a blood clot.

Brandon had to practically shove food down her throught so she wouldn't starve herself,He wasn't gonna loose her,not after they lost their child.

Anytime Leah brought Matthew she would have to hold back tears,thinking of being a mother hurt,alot.

Matthew somehow always saw her distress and bear hugged her,which resulted in leah joining in and they would watch disney movies and eat Ice cream,however that feeling,that ache,would always stay with her.

Brandon would take his anger and grief out in the gym or his personal favorite,the shooting range.

Thats how she ended up going with him,a doctor with military training was a sight to see.

It helped alot,Both knew they would always think about their angel baby,how they could of had a little girl or boy to hold,play,and love.

If they had any kids in the near future,they'll make sure they know their big sibling is watching over them.

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*Flashbacks over* what made you cry the most?

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Brandon gently layed Cordelia on her pillow kissing her forehead,a soft smile on his face when she scooted closer to him.

If Cordelia Shaw ever gets hurt or dies,the world better watch out,or else Carver and Leah will show you somthing worse than hell.

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This took me 2-3 days to write its the longest chapter i've ever wrote lmao😭

What made you cry the most,what would you like to see our walker killing couple do next? and yeah.

#fanfic #wattpad #original character #alex meraz #brandon carver #twdbrandoncarver #twdcarver #carver #clarke griffin #elizamorely #eliza taylor morley #eliza taylor

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Day 111: Smile

"Auror Potter! Auror Potter!" the wizarding press started shouting the instant the doors to the Wizengamot opened following the trial, and Draco watched as Harry's shoulders stiffened. "Smile for the cameras!" one witch shouted.

"Tell us about the case, Auror Potter!"

"How did you catch Hollister?"

"What's the status on your relationship with Ginny Weasley?"

"Smile!"

He watched as Harry carefully put on a mask of indifference, making his face pleasant and amiable in the way that only someone who has spent years in the public eye is able to do.

Harry held up a hand, "Thank you for your interest in this case. We're asking that you respect the Griffiths Family's privacy as they go through the aftermath of this harrowing ordeal. Alden Hollister has been brought to justice; I will leave it to the court reporter to give you more of the details."

The reporters started in shouting at him once more, asking all sorts of questions both professional and personal.

"Sorry," he said, "If you'll excuse us please. Auror Malfoy and I have had a very difficult few days and we're long overdue for some rest," he added, chuckling amiably at them. "Thank you," he nodded. "Good night."

Without waiting for anything else, Draco reached out and grasped Harry's elbow and apparated them out of there and back to the apparition point just outside the Ministry. They had to apparate home separately, Merlin knew the press would have a field day if they knew the full truth about the nature of their relationship.

(Read more below the cut)

Members of the press were waiting by that apparation point as well, Draco watched a tremor of unease sluice up Harry's back. He was sure that he wouldn't have suspected a thing if not for how long he had been watching Harry Potter. Sometimes he wondered if he knew Harry better than Harry knew himself.

Harry held up a hand but Draco beat him to the punch this time. "Move," he snapped, pushing his way through the press but keeping Harry half a step ahead of him so they couldn't suck him in. "Auror Potter's already given an interview to your insipid colleagues. The DMLE and the Wizengamot will be issuing official statements within the hour, I suggest you wait for them."

They were followed into the lobby but fortunately the reporters couldn't come any further and within a few moments they were ensconced in the relative safety of the elevator.

Once they got inside, Harry leaned back against the back wall and let his head fall foward while Draco hit the button to their floor before joining him.

"Thanks," Harry murmured.

"Don't mention it," Draco replied, reaching across the gap between them and hooking their pinkies together.

He released his finger the floor before theirs and stepped away, "What do you still have to do?" he asked.

"You're submitting the report, right?"

Draco nodded, "It's just about done. I'll need a few minutes to finish."

"I just have to straighten up my desk, then. I'll head home first."

The elevator dinged and the door opened onto their floor, Draco gave Harry a little nod and they stepped out.

Harry was done straightening his desk and putting things away in ten minutes and he stood and stretched before patting Draco congenially on the shoulder. "Nice work, Malfoy," he said. "I'll see you in two days. Enjoy your couple of days of recovery," he added.

"Thanks, Potter," he replied. "You, too."

He didn't let himself watch Harry leave, didn't let himself look at his retreating form to analyze what he was feeling and thinking. No, he went back to finishing his report and after another fifteen minutes he was done as well. He dropped the report in Robbard's mailbox and headed for the apparition point, knowing that Harry would have used the floo network to avoid as many reporters as possible.

Fortunately, the reporters left him alone for the most part and he reached the apparation point without incident. A heartbeat later he was standing in their entry way, breathing in the comforting scent of home, the warmth seeping into his bones and washing away all of the tension and stress.

He kicked off his shoes, tucked his bag into the closet, and hung up his cloak before turning and heading into the kitchen. Harry was standing over the hob, cooking chicken tikka masala by the smell of it, and that told Draco everything his needed to know about how draining this case had been on Harry.

Harry only cooked after a case when he was especially frustrated, when he was desperate to care for someone, to fix the hurts he was able to, to heal. He ached with how much he loved the other man.

"Hey," he murmured as he wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and hooked his chin over his shoulder. "Smells good."

Harry leaned into him, "Good," he replied, setting the wooden spoon down and turning his head to press a quick kiss to Draco's lips. "How are you?" he asked softly.

"Tired," Draco replied honestly.

Harry hummed and turned back to his rice, pulling down the jar of jasmine and adding some. "Me too."

"I'm going to open a bottle of wine," he said, pressing a kiss to Harry's shoulder. "White okay?"

"Sure," the other man replied, giving him a worn, weary smile.

Draco opened the wine and set the table, getting everything ready while Harry finished preparing the food.

"Dinner's ready," Harry said, bringing over the rice and chicken tikka masala, and a batch of naan that he'd had under stasis for a moment like this.

"Thanks," Draco replied and the first part of dinner was quiet, companionable, like it always was.

Then, once Harry was almost done with his first helping he started to talk. "Godric, I hate those vultures," he grumbled before taking a sip of his wine. "Can you imagine how heartless you have to be to stand outside of a court to ambush someone after the kind of case we just finished?"

"They're awful," Draco agreed.

"I always wish I could tell them to fuck off," he added, shaking his head.

"What a sight that would be," he said with a laugh. "I'd give my entire vault at Gringotts to see it. Can you imagine their faces?"

Harry laughed too, "It sure would be something." But then after a moment he said, "What's happened to me?"

"What?" Draco asked, panic spearing through his chest. "What's wrong?"

He shook his head, "No, nothing like that," he said, soothingly. "Sorry. It's just," he paused as though he was trying to put his thoughts in order. "When I was seventeen I would have told them to piss off in an instant. I would have told them that they were heartless, soulless leeches without hesitation."

"You've just learned to be more diplomatic," Draco replied, tearing off another piece of naan to soak up more of the tikka masala.

"But why?" Harry asked. "I'm sick of it. It's exhausting."

Draco nodded, "I don't doubt it. But I'm sure even you would get in trouble for telling off the press like that. You are the Ministry's Golden Boy, after all. You've got quite an image to uphold."

"Why do we do this job, Draco?" he asked suddenly.

Draco blinked, their conversations after a case usually centered around the case itself and Harry's guilt for not being fast enough, clever enough, etc. "Well, when we started, you wanted to catch bad guys, save people, the works. And I wanted to redeem myself, do some good for once, and piss off my father."

Harry swallowed down the remainder of his glass of wine, "I hate it."

"What?"

"Being an Auror," he said. "The only time I'm ever happy is when I'm with you, the only time I feel like I'm actually me is when I'm with you." He shook his head, "I don't know how I became this person. How I became someone who could put on a fake smile and be polite to people who are such arse holes."

"What are you saying?"

He blew out a breath, "I want to stop." Running his fingers through his hair he said, "I don't want to do this anymore."

"Alright," Draco said, covering Harry's hand with his own. "We'll quit tomorrow."

"We?" he asked.

He nodded, "Ninety percent of the reason that I am still an auror is to keep an eye on you."

Harry leaned in to kiss him, both of them smiling so widely that it made kissing rather difficult. "What'll we do?" Harry asked.

Draco shrugged, "Let's not rush into anything."

"Alright," Harry agreed, bringing Draco's hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to his wrist. "I'm sure whatever we decide on will be good, as long as we're together."

"I love you," Draco murmured.

Harry smiled and squeezed his hand, "I love you, too."

And even though he didn't quite know what tomorrow would bring, he knew that everything would be okay.

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Day 110: Rough | Day 112: Intimacy

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blizzardfluffykpop · 3 years

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Four on the Floor

Summary: Your love is brighter than the brightest star in the sky. Stronger than Seungcheol in The Tag Going Seventeen Episode.

Bullet Scenario

Fluff, Poly AU

Word Count: 2,111

BooSeokSoon X Reader

[Mentions: Jeonghan, Seungcheol, and Joshua (mainly)]

Alright, so they didn’t get together till probably the end of BookSeokSoon promotions. Because Seungkwan and Soonyoung were play fighting, and Seungkwan got angry and was like, “YOU KNOW WHAT-- I LOVE YOU.” Soonyoung gasps and without a second thought grabs Seungkwan by the collar. Seokmin walks in, and he’s like, ‘oh my god, Soonyoung is gonna break Seungkwan’s jaw-- um, what do I do?’. When they both kiss, he gets so shy and puts down the lightstick he was gonna use to pry them away from each other. They break apart and kind of rub their necks at each other.

Seokmin is just blinking at them. Hoping one of them explains before Seungkwan tells them that he thinks he feels more than friendship feelings for the two of them, which leads to them being in a poly relationship.

The rest of Seventeen was not shocked like Vernon was for a second. He was like, “I disassociated there for a second-- What were you say- Wait, I processed it, that’s wicked. Good for you guys.”

How you came into the picture is interesting, you’ve known Jeonghan your whole life. You two grew up together as next-door neighbors. So you called him one day and were like, “Hey, Hannie, I’m in the area. Would you like to catch up?”

This leads to you meeting his thirteen friends, who he has told you in immense detail about you love to hear about the drama and their antics. He always said you would get along with BooSeokSoon. You were like, "Yeah, okay, sure, Hannie.”

Like at first, you were awkward, but when you meet the three. You all instantly clicked and were laughing up a storm [Seungcheol owed Jeonghan a twenty].

Jeonghan drags you away from them and says, “They are my friend! I planned on hanging out with them.” Leading to all five of you whining. Jeonghan drags you away from the dorms to hang out at a cafe and do some catching up.

You were charmed by all three of them. So after you finish up your pastry, you ask, “Can I know more about them?” He smirks knowing, immediately who you’re talking about, and he lets out a little laugh and tells you about how all three of them are in a relationship together. You pout because that means you don’t have a chance with any of them.

He pushes your arm and tells you not to worry so much about them anyway. You shook your head, “But doesn’t make them any less cute… or funny…” Jeonghan rolls his eyes, “Okay, well, would it kill you to ask if you could hang out with them?”

“Immensely.” He sighs, “I swear, (Y/n)ie. You are hopeless.” You blink at him, “Says the one who has a crush on his bestie and can’t go through with it because ‘what if he’s straight'. Hannie, I have heard enough about Josh to know that he’s at least a little interested. Or curious at least.” You both deeply sighed and sunk into the table. And hold up your coffees to each other. “To the hopeless!” You cheer as you clink your cups together.

When you went back to drop off Jeonghan at his dorm, Seokmin came rushing out. He was riddled with nerves, and he asked for your number so the four of you could hang out.

You immediately gave it to him and told him to tell the other two that you would like to hang out soon.

On your fifth hangout, you no longer were the fourth wheel. You were the fourth passenger in the relationship. How did it happen? Not too sure, but suddenly Soonyoung blurted, “We think you’re perfect.” Cue Seungkwan, hitting him upside the head and Seokmin nodding at what Soonyoung said. Which you were just like, “Count me in then.”

Jeonghan visibly gasped when he found out the four of you were now together. He told you he expected this outcome, but he didn’t expect it to happen so soon.

The rest of the boys were a little taken aback but not surprised at all.

Anyways--. TO THE DYNAMICS--

You are with the funniest boys on the planet if you haven’t laughed more than 50% of the day. The boys will personally make sure that is changed.

You guys love to clown each other.

Honestly, it’s usually Boo(Y/n) vs. SeokSoon. When they start acting up, you and boo go to the shared room, put on a movie, lock the door and enjoy your night together. Until like SeokSoon [read: Seokmin] caves and slip notes under the door. Which say things like, ‘we love you’. And you and Boo being petty, send them one back that says have fun on the couch tonight. Before you probably let them in at like 3 am when one of you goes? Should we? And the other reluctantly agrees.

If you and Seokmin try to pull a prank on BooSoon,... good luck. Because it is one thing to have a SeokSoon team but,... when BooSoon unites, oh god. Let’s say you guys are in for a long night, even if you guys start apologizing before the prank happens.

You and Soonyoung are a mixture of both teams. You guys will apologize but after having your laughs.

If it is three against one,... Seungcheol is on speed dial.

One time you guys ganged up on Seungkwan, teasing him and whatnot. He glared called Seungcheol, kicked you guys into his arms, and ENJOYED his time alone.

You guys enjoy clowning each other, and if it ever goes too far, like on game night.

Which all four of you are coldblooded [even Seokmin] when it comes to playing games. It’s cutthroat, and not so nice things can be said.

But when you guys all retreat to your shared room, the four of you cuddle and apologize, “Did you really mean what you said?” Soonyoung says with a big pout which leads to all of you cooing and kissing his pouty lips and telling him, “No, we love you too much to mean that. It’s just a game. We love you.”

UGHH, the dynamics--.

But if someone tries to clown one of you. Their ass will be handed to them and forced to eat it. You four are a force to be reckoned with.

Yes, this does mean you must support Soonyoung’s Tiger Agenda with your whole soul.

After all, you grew up with Jeonghan, and since Jeonghan is the number one supporter, you’ve been supporting it since day one.

“Aww, you look so much like a tiger today, Soonyoungie~ You should wear that sweater more!” [If you know the sweater I’m talking about, you would agree that he was on another level with that sweater].

“Do you think he’ll ever--” Seokmin shakes his head at Seungkwan, and you laugh. Because that’s your guys' tiger, and you will all love him no matter what.

The three of you cannot deny how good he looks like a tiger. The confidence he reeks of is insane. And that is incredibly hot to the three of you.

If one of you gets injured, oh god, the babying is adorable. You guys are coddling that person and making sure they stay rested for a fast recovery.

If one of you gets sick, expect the rest to catch it because of how close you guys are and how you guys care for each other. Seungkwan might be reluctant on either side. He will want and or give cuddles the most.

OHH I NEED TO TELL YOU ABOUT YOUR DATES--

Okay, so you may be the bravest soul, but if Seokmin is scared to ride a ride, you will sit out with him. Or if you can persuade him on, he will cling onto one of you and not enjoy the ride at all.

This is usually why you guys are playing bumper cars or mini-golfing or go-karting.

“OMG! THERE IS A TIGER PLUSHIE IN THAT GAME-- I HAVE TO HAVE HIM!”

Cue the four of you struggling to knock down the battles. Out of sheer luck, you managed to knock three down in a row. And able to give Soonyoung the tiger plush.

The rest of the day, the four of you are going around and playing games and winning each other plushies.

If it’s a calm autumn day, you guys are swaddled in sweaters and going to Seungkwan’s favorite cafe. Which you pick the furthest booth out to exchange kisses in.

Holding hands on a street built for two people to walk comfortably in is interesting. Seungkwan and Seokmin in front and holding hands and having their free arms extended back and holding Soonyoung and your hands respectively while you and Soonyoung hold hands. It’s a whole square walking down the sidewalk.

Dispatch knows, but they also know they will get their ass beat if they try to leak it. Either by the four of you or by Seungcheol.

More often than not, you guys have four-way makeouts. It is difficult to do, but the four of you have worked it out. And it’s literally the best kisses. While it might be cramped, it’s full of love and super soft.

Although you would love to go on tour with them as much as possible, you still have your job. So you watch their concerts at home or go to a concert. You have special all-access tickets where you walk around behind the scenes and enjoy the background happenings.

While the three of them are getting ready, they trade off on who gets to talk to you and doing their makeup. And if they are all occupied, you're talking to one of the other boys.

But most of the time, it's Jeonghan and Joshua who you became closer with, and you guys talk about whatever is on your mind. Your three boys are so happy to see you get along with all of their members and are always like, "That's my lover!"

When I tell you, you guys are devastated over each other. One of you guys could just be standing and doing nothing, and the rest will collectively sigh lovingly. Like wow, can you believe they exist? And they quirk their eyebrows at you guys before you guys end up in a cuddle puddle.

I do mean cuddle puddle because you guys literally are a big puddle when you lay in the same bed. Limbs thrown haphazardly over one another, you guys have a Californian King to accommodate all of you comfortably.

Seokmin lives for being the middle spoon, and the rest of you like to switch places. Soonyoung likes being the big spoon most of the time but will immediately go to the little spoon with no problems. Seungkwan and you, are neutral and have no preference and usually switch every other night when they’re home, of course.

If one of you guys gets angry at the other, you will spill to each other. And then spill it to the person they are mad at or, they end up finding out immediately.

Soonyoung yelling to Seokmin and you, “UGHH, I WANNA TAKE HIM OUT--” Seungkwan appears, and Soonyoung immediately backs up and says, “ON A LOVELY DATE WITH YOU GUYS--.” To which Seungkwan crosses his arm and puts his foot out, and raises a brow. Seokmin, Seungkwan, and you exiting while Soonyoung whines and scrambles to put on his shoes. “If you’re not in the car by the time we are all buckled up, we’re leaving you.” Seungkwan.

You guys balance each other’s energies so well that just ughh makes a beautiful power dynamic. No one could come in between you guys because you have such a strong relationship. Everyone wants a love like you guys share. Because you love each other more and more each day, yeah, you may have disagreements with each other. But they dissipate so quickly that it’s like it never happened. I’m just saying no couple could beat you even if they tried. Your love is stronger than the ocean waves in a tropical storm.

To quote Petula Clark, “My love is warmer than the warmest sunshine, softer than a sigh. My love is deeper than the deepest ocean, wider than the sky. My love is brighter than the brightest star that shines every night above. And there is nothing in this world that can ever change my love.” That’s your guys' song. You guys are so in love with each other that it’s incomprehensible to the single folk.

Yes, you four did conceive a way to get Jeonghan and Joshua together and they are happy together :).

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clefairymuke · 3 years

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regrets | chapter seventeen

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pairing: levi ackerman x reader

themes: enemies to lovers, slowburn, angst, fluff, smut

tw: violence / explicit sexual content

word count: 2465

note: i pride myself in staying accurate to levi’s character because it’s difficult to do when it comes to romance. one thing i will not budge on, however: he is not a virgin. he’s a god in bed. definitely super rough. isayama is wrong. idc that he’s the author. all that aggression in that little body? this man fucks. period. he’s a different person in the bedroom. thanks for coming to my tedtalk.

Your mind was somehow racing despite the total lack of coherent thoughts in your head. It was like running in place. The feeling of Levi's lips on yours, moving in unison with his hands as they traced your body, made you ache in the most satisfying of ways. You savored every hungry and merciless prick of his teeth against the newly swollen and sensitive skin of your lips.

His tiny bites moved to your neck, sending chills down to your toes as you gasped for the air that stung your bruised mouth. His hands slid over the curvature of your waist, moving to grip your hips as he turned the both of you around, shuffling you backward until you had no choice but to take a seat on the cool wood of his desk. He ran his fingers along your thighs and tapped them, a silent request, prompting you to spread them to allow his body to fit more seamlessly against yours. His grip traveled languidly to the backside of your knees, lifting them until you understood and wrapped your legs around his waist, hanging loosely from his hips like a belt. Realization set in when you felt the bulge in his trousers brush against your most sensitive place.

"Levi," you whimpered out between gasps as he worked roughly away at your neck, "What are we doing?"

"Do you want this?" he murmured against your skin, his tone obviously displaying his feelings for the first time -- it was husky and desperate.

"Yes," you breathed without hesitation.

His hand left your legs to land gently on the side of your neck; he didn't apply any pressure, he only brushed his calloused thumb down the length of your throat. "Then please, for once in your life, just shut the fuck up." With that harsh remark, his lips crashed back into yours, his tongue pleading at your lips for entrance as you wove your fingers in the hem of his shirt. You obliged him, fighting a whine as his hands came to cup your breasts, kneading them gently. You suckled his bottom lip, drawing the quietest of groans into your mouth and sending Levi even further into his newfound desperation, his insatiable hunger for you.

Your fingertips found the smooth, cool buttons of his shirt easily, snapping them apart one after the other until his bare torso was exposed for your exploration. You felt his toned chest rise and fall rapidly as he continued his assault on your lips. He pulled his hand away from your throat and his mouth away from yours for a moment to shrug the shirt off of his shoulders, letting loose his muscular arms. He looked at you for a second, lust clouding his eyes, before he tugged at the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head; the air against your hot skin was jarring as you watched him admire you. He looped his arms around your back and unclasped your bra swiftly, tossing it to the side to join your shirts. He studied you intently, eyes traveling from your face, to your breasts, to your navel and back again. "Such a pretty girl," he cooed, making your cheeks burn red as he caressed one of them, his thumb tracing your cheekbone.

This moment didn't last long, as he soon dropped to his knees and dove to your chest, peppering kisses around where you wanted him, teasing you until you almost whimpered with want. This was where the real fun would begin. He cupped one breast in his hand and took the other into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple and sending waves of pleasure through your body. You giggled softly at the memory of him shouting at you only ten minutes prior; you were an idiot to think he didn't want you.

His tongue continued to dart across one of your nipples as he tweaked the other between his fingers, making you squirm. "Do you like this?" he asked you, breaking away for only a second before returning to suck harshly on it. You moaned, nodding your head eagerly. You felt him smirk against you. He then pinched your nipple between his fingers, quickly yet firmly, sending a shockwave down your spine and a whine through your mouth. "How about that? Does that feel good, brat? Do you still want to shout at me now?"

His lips lined a trail down your ribs and your stomach as he detached his mouth and fingers from your now-sensitive nipples, giving you only a second for a sigh of relief as he began to unbutton your pants. He tugged them down your legs before tossing them to join the rest. He sat eye level with your pussy, now only clothed by the thin material of your panties. You knew he could see how soaked you were -- you wondered if you should be embarrassed.

"I asked you a question," he told you, running his fingertip along your inner thighs as he stared hungrily at the space between your legs.

"It felt incredible," you answered honestly, a grin painting your lips as you reached a wonderful thought: "I'm sorry for yelling, Captain."

This awakened something in him. He roughly threw your legs over his shoulders and showed no mercy, licking you through your panties and gripping your thighs tightly enough to bruise. His warm, wet tongue sent electricity through you each time it came in contact with your core, leaving your hands to weave themselves into his hair, pulling harshly as he made you squirm and moan. He tugged your panties to the side with one finger, finally making contact where you needed him most.

His tongue looped quick circles around your clit, pausing to suck harshly on it every once in a while, leaving you no time to catch your breath. You moaned out a string of expletives mixed in with his name, unable to control your voice any longer. You simply hoped no one could hear. Your lewd sounds only seemed to drive him further, his pace quickening and one finger starting to circle around your hole. You quickly discovered this was only to tease as he abruptly pulled away, his mouth and chin shining with wetness as you looked down at him.

"Hush," he scoffed, the iron grip on your thighs not once letting up. "Do you want everyone in the building to know what you're doing right now?"

Any ounce of self-respect you had had long gone out the window, and you knew that. You ignored his question. "Please don't stop, Levi. Please," you whined, your hands trying desperately to pull his head back down to your soaked core. You were too weak to budge him. "I don't care if I'm being loud -- just -- please, Captain. Don't stop." The smugness in the smirk that ran across his lips would normally annoy you, but you were in no place to roll your eyes or utter a sarcastic quip -- you laid on his desk, hips bucking at the idea of having his tongue on you for just one more minute; how pathetic.

"You don't care if anyone hears you?" he asked, eyes lust-filled.

You should have known then that you were in for it, but your brain was too frazzled to make the connection. "No, I don't care, just please keep going," you told him. He obliged. His lips latched back onto your clit, sucking hard and making you yelp. At the same time, he plunged two fingers into you mercilessly, the sound of your wetness sloshing inside of you almost embarrassing; however, it was difficult to hear over the loud moans of his name echoing from your throat like a chant.

You felt your stomach tightening, everything building up to a point that you weren't sure if you could control yourself any longer. You needed release, and Levi was not hesitant to drive you there. He continued his relentless pounding of his fingers into you, his mouth working a special kind of magic you had never had the pleasure of experiencing before that moment. It was becoming too much.

"Levi, I'm gonna cum," you moaned, not-so quietly. As soon as you finished your sentence, his fingers disappeared from within you and his mouth pulled away, leaving you squirming and clenching around nothing. "No no no no," you whimpered, needing to let all the pressure go. "Don't stop. Why'd you stop?"

His arms wrapped around your weak, shaky body and lifted you, your legs and arms wrapping around him as he carried you across the suite. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, feeling his hand extend to open a door -- his bedroom. You weren't in a state to take in the details, and made a mental note to do that later; your thoughts, though, were cut short by Levi dropping you onto his bed and unbuckling his belt. You looked up at him with an expression that could only be described as awe: his hair had been destroyed by your greedy hands, tangled, messy, and falling into his eyes; his silver gaze looked like that of a predator -- taking in every inch of your naked body, excitement dancing through them -- his pants hung loosely around his hips, his abs leading into a v-shape that ended in his masculine hands fiddling with his belt buckle. It fell to the floor with a clang, his fingers swiftly unbuttoning his pants and pulling them off, a new pile of clothes starting in the floor of this room.

Your eyes widened as he stood in front of you, not even pausing as he used your thighs to pull you to the edge of the bed -- you could focus on nothing but the size of him, wondering if it would even fit. It was long and thick, veins protruding as he was as hard as could be. You swore your mouth almost started to water.

"Ready?" he asked you, his gentleness taking you by surprise. You nodded hungrily as he positioned himself between your legs, the head of his cock poking at your core. He lifted your legs with his forearms so that they weren't quite on his shoulders, but still high enough to fuck you as deep as he wanted at the moment. You drew in a breath as he split you, stretching you further than anyone had before; you groaned in ecstasy. As he hilted himself into you and hit the back of your walls, your hands launched to grip his shoulders, nails digging into his back so deeply you were sure they'd draw blood. Then he was still for a moment -- perhaps he was letting you adjust, but you were sure he was only doing it to tease.

"Fuck me, please, Captain," you breathed out, not removing your nails from his back. He rocked his hips gently once or twice, giving you wave after wave of pleasure. You had never felt so completely full -- you were unsure of how he was able to move at all.

Without warning, he unsheathed his dick completely and rammed it back into you, resetting the pace entirely. You became a whiny mess as he pounded into you time after time, the knot in your stomach quickly returning and begging to be untied. He shifted up slightly, landing in the perfect place.

"Fuck, Levi, right there," you cried, dragging your nails down his back. You wondered if it was too early to decide that this was the best sex you'd ever had. "I need to cum."

"Cum for me, pretty girl," he said softly, brushing your hair out of your face. He placed his hand around your throat, squeezing only slightly and earning a loud moan. With his words, you let everything go. You felt tsunami waves crashing on your shores as he rode out your climax, his dick twitching inside of you and his hand tightening around your neck every time your pussy clenched around him. He never slowed; once you were finished, he continued to pound into your sensitive cunt, making you writhe and whimper. His other hand trailed down from your cheek past your neck, making a little circle around your nipple before going even further. His thumb came to rest on your clit, toying with it as he fucked you like he wanted the entire regiment to hear his name.

He released his grip on your throat and wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you up to look him in his eyes while he fucked you stupid, your own pupils falling to the back of your head as the overstimulation started to make it to your brain. His grunts and groans had begun to grow more frequent, signaling you that he was close. "Who else has fucked you like this?" he asked, sultry anger dripping from his voice.

There it was -- the jealousy. The thing that had started this whole ordeal and a new contender for your favorite thing about him. "No one, Levi," you replied between squeaks of pleasure, the knot retying itself in your stomach one more time. "I'm close again," you moaned, the utter ecstasy from the combination of his cock pounding into you and is thumb assaulting your clit beginning to be too much to handle.

He ignored you. "You thought you were so fucking cute today, kissing him in front of me," his strokes grew sloppier with every word, and you knew he had started to come undone. "I wonder if Eren fucked you like this, seeing as you were willing to give it to him in the disgusting stables. Surely he was at least as good as me."

"No -- nobody's fucked me like you. Just you, Levi. Please just let me cum," you begged him, your heat throbbing around his dick and only worsening your situation.

His strokes grew slower and deeper, his rhythm breaking completely. "Good girl," he cooed, pressing a kiss to your forehead before letting you fall back to the soft bed below you. "Cum for me one more time."

That was all it took for the flood gates to open as you pulsed around him, moaning out his name like a prayer, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. Once you finished, lying there in a panting mess unable to even lift your head, he pumped out a few final strokes, curse words and your name littering from his mouth as he pulled out and released himself onto your stomach. He rolled over to lay next to you, gently pulling your head onto his chest and combing his fingers through your newly tangled hair.

"What am I going to do with you?"

#AoT #levi aot #aot fic #attack on titan fic #attack on titan #snk #snk fic #snk x reader #aot x reader #levi #levi attack on titan #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #levi smut #aot smut #slowburn #enemies to lovers #levi ackerman smut

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purpleyellow · 3 years

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For the better

Seventeen 14th member

Hayun’s masterlist

“Hayun comforts Jackson while everything goes down”

Requested by: anon

cw: it’s about got7 leaving jype, so yeah.

a/n: Feel free to share your thoughts with me. Requests are open! 💙

Hayun drives inside the parking lot of her building and heads straight to the last, almost empty, row. She parks next to the only car there and ends the engine, hopping out of her drive's seat and immediately going inside Jackson's passenger seat.

“Hello beautiful” The boy says, starting his car. And she answers him with “Hey dummy” while putting her stuff on his glove compartment. Sitting up straight, Hayun finally notices him pouting and waiting for a kiss.

“How are things coming along?” She asks ignoring his stance making Jackson whine. Rolling her eyes, she goes for a peck making him smile content, that look doesn't last long since he sighs exhausted while driving the car out into the night. “Not good?”

“No, it's going well. Just a lot to deal with” Jackson sighs again, prompting her to massage his shoulder.

At the beginning of all negotiations, he had explained to Hayun what the boys were aiming at and their optimal result for everything. She didn't doubt they could pull it off, since it was their call to chose where to go to next, but that didn't take away all the little details that needed to be settled and the stress of facing it.

“Thinking that in a little from now I'll never have to drive, almost daily, to that place helps a little” They chuckle at his statement. “It's kind of random, but remember that I told you doing this would be fine since I already do a lot by myself on Team Wang?” Hayun hums resting her head back and watching his profile carefully since his tone had gone a lot more serious. “Well, recently I've been thinking that might be a lie”

“You're going to miss them a lot” She makes sure his thoughts are being followed and Jackson nods.

“Mark started looking for plane tickets” He takes a breath, stealing a glance at her “Jaebeom said he's going to organize everything, but it's a lot to figure out, so it might take some time. I know once I go back to China we won't see each other for a long time”.

Hayun knows he's talking about Got7, but she is also aware the last sentence applies to their own relationship. She pushes it aside like she did the first time he explained his plan since adding to his stress is the last thing she wants.

"It's going to be a shift but you guys will keep in touch and still create together"

"The pros outweigh the cons, I guess" Jackson slumps a little, and she nods.

"You'll finally be your only boss when it comes to everything. Well, besides me, but I'm much nicer than You Know Who"

"Much prettier, too" Jackson snorts making her slap his arm.

"Is that the best you can do? Anyone with eyes can notice that" With a roll of eyes, Hayun pretends to be mad and crossed her arm "You could lie and say I have a better ass than him"

"How would I know-" He frowns mid-sentence and steals a look her way "Have you been looking at my boss' ass?"

"I have not. Just figured he would have a good one after dedicating a whole song about it" Hayun's joke makes him chuckle. She holds up a finger indicating she wasn't done "Plus. We can finally say your future ex-boss"

"Hell yeah baby" Jackson screams laughing now, unconsciously speeding up a little as the car enters his own apartment complex.

Finally, making it at his house, Hayun ignores him throwing himself on the couch and heads for his room to grab some clothes to change into. She puts away some sweaters before walking back into the living room.

"Do you want to order food before showering?" She asks while texting her group to mention someone can eat the leftover pizza she hid the day before. Looking up, Hayun laughs at Jackson almost asleep but with his eyes still open.

The girl jumps on the couch and moves his body, so she can sit and hold him, his back to her chest in a weird spooning position. Bushing his hairs softly, she hears him sigh. "I'm never moving again, you're my hostage now"

"Hold up there big boy. What if I offered to prepare you a bath?" She gets a "That sounds nice" from him before nodding "I thought so".

Hayun tries to push him a little, so she can get up, but the boy presses his body against her with more force. "Not right now. Not now. Wait a little longer"

"It's pretty late already, let me go fix that up, and we can go cuddle and sleep for good" She resumes patting his head and waits for him to move.

"I thought you were hungry, are you sure you can wait for breakfast?" Instead, Jackson asks as an attempt of stalling and staying there longer.

"And drink your disgusting smoothie with an empty stomach? Hell no" Hayun giggles while he protests with a groan. "When you go to the bathroom I'll make some ramen for us or something"

"You're not taking the bath with me?" His disappointment is pretty clear from his tone and just by stretching her neck Hayun can see a Jackson pouting.

"Okay, then we'll see something to eat after" She mumbles kissing his cheek. Jackson moves around a bit, making her believe he's allowing her to get up But instead he only drops again, now properly hugging her back and snuggling his face on her neck.

"All of that can wait for a little" He smiles satisfied as she starts massaging his shoulders.

#Hayun #seventeen 14th member #14th member of seventeen #svt 14th member #seventeen x 14th member #seventeen female addition #seventeen female member #seventeen female oc #jackson x oc #jackson wang imagines #kpop addition #kpop oc #kpop female addition #kpop extra member #seventeen extra member #jackson wang x oc

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alreadyblondenow · 4 years

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Bad boys bring Heaven to you | Mark Lee

▸ Mark Lee x reader ▸ Smut, Smut, Smut, Fluff, Angst, demon au ▸ HALLOWEEN SERIES: 127 HOUSE ▸ 4/5 for NEOHALLOWEEN writing festival hosted by @nct-writers

Summary: He was your guardian angel and your dark desires changed him for the creature that he is now. He gave you a baby so he can make sure that you’re going to be together forever, but you don’t want to keep it.

Word count: 9k

Warnings: Rough sex, vanilla sex, a lot of sex will happen I’m telling you, overstimulation, pregnancy, filthy, minor/major(?) character killings, major character death, possessive behaviour, swearing, mentions of other idols, unprotected sex hence the pregnancy, mention of abortion, hospital scenes,

A/N: FILTH. But I lessen the smut scenes (just a bit hehe) Words in Italics are Mark’s thoughts.

Taglist: (if I happen to forgot you, I’m sorry! But these names are on my list. Thank you!) @huangxx @floweringtheflowers @minejungwoo @swimmingkpopblog @luvlyjaemin @capablemork8299 @jaehyunoos @neospirited @shanghai-lu @jenotation @strawberrytyong @lilminyoongles @cottonmyeonbby @neosaniuniverse @simp4mk @jaejaenim @junglewoos @sunshineleedonghyuck

I used to be your guardian angel, but being a demon is the only way that I can be with you.

Guard and protect. Those are the only things that I should be doing as I stay by your side until your dying breath. Guard your heart so you could make the right decisions in life and help you with your choices. Protect you from all kinds of harm so you can live a long happy life until your time finally comes.

You just turned ten years old when you were assigned to me, I just turned thirteen at that time. I even sang you a happy birthday together with the others during your celebration. I was beside you when you blew the candle and listened to your wish. From there on it’s always been you and me, we pretty much grew up together.

I guide you with your decisions every day, protect you inside and outside your home, and listen to your prayers. Oh, I love to listen to your voice whenever you pray. It calms me and your prayers are good proof that I’m doing a great job as your guardian angel.

But as we grow up, you started making impulsive decisions that I don’t have control with. You changed during your teenage years, you no longer pray and let me hear the sound of your prayers anymore. I’m afraid you will no longer need me and that they will assign me to a new human after a few years.

When you were seventeen, you almost lost your virginity to someone who’s not worthy. I’m sorry but I have to meddle with that so I stopped it and gave the guy a piercing headache. I feel sorry for what I’ve done, truly. But he doesn’t deserve you.

I feel bad about what I did so I seek guidance from my senior angel, Doyoung. I told him everything that I felt the moment I saw the guy enter your room and watch him kiss you and put his hands around your body. I told Doyoung that for the first time, I hated your smile because you like what the guy is doing to you.

Do you know what Doyoung told me? He said that I’m starting to be unholy and have feelings for you.

And it’s true. I’m starting to be more and more ungodly as I continue to watch you touch yourself every night with your fingers inside you, and instead of prayers, I hear moans from you every night. You started to have perverted desires which I can’t help you with because I’m an angel. I’m completely aware that I’m failing with my mission and scared to face my senior angels and keep me away from you.

If I lose you, I will be meaningless.

I sold my soul to the devil so I can be with you and follow you to a path full of desires.

It’s still the same. I’m still me but my job has no rules now and I can do whatever that pleases me to keep you in my life. Over the years of being a demon, I watch you now in a very different way. I watch you shower and get dressed, I watch you touch yourself with legs wide open as I masturbate beside you, I possessed every guy you have sex with and we always have a great time.

But I want more than this.

For many years, you’ve already mastered the art of living alone and you are your own companion. Alone in the morning, alone at night. It is a lonely and tiring life, but still, you find comfort in being just with yourself.

Eating dinner alone in a fast food restaurant near your apartment has been your daily routine since the day you’ve landed the job of being a real estate agent away from home. Selling houses left and right, having the luxury and time to flirt and enjoy one night stands, earning buckets and buckets of money, but still, you feel alone and incomplete.

As you were just about to start to dig in, your phone rang, it was your boss calling about 127 House. The haunted house that’s been unoccupied for almost three years now and has been threatened to be taken down tomorrow and it’s part of your job to save it.

“Someone is finally interested, were going to meet him at the office tomorrow. My assistant says it’s an anonymous buyer and we just have to wait for tomorrow to talk things out” he explains excitedly. The sound of his voice was a little loud on the phone.

“This is great news” you answered calmly, “I love that house thankfully were saving it. Have your assistant send me the details for tomorrow- Yeah, thank you!”

One of the many good things that you love about your job, is the happiness that comes with it when a house can be a home after being empty and cold for years. Haunted or not, just like a normal house, the 127 House deserves to be a home for a family.

After having dinner alone, you quickly reviewed some of the contracts for the anonymous client for tomorrow, reviewing your presentation one last time and finally letting out a big sigh, patting yourself on the shoulder, telling yourself ‘good job.’ It would be so great if someone can really say it in front of your face and actually getting a pat on the shoulder.

Thankful nonetheless because finally you have time for yourself and reward yourself with a nice shower. But even during your shower, you were spaced out and you kept thinking how it’s actually a miracle that the 127 House got a buyer a day before it’s going to be taken down. The house was beautiful, haunted but beautiful. It would be such a waste if it wasn’t given a second chance.

“Oh fuck” you cursed when you realized you put too much soap on your body. As you were busy rinsing all the soap from your body, down to your legs until your toes, when you felt something touch your wet hair, and you turned around to see if something fell off from your rack but there's nothing, weird. You shrugged it off and continue rinsing your soapy skin, and finally putting shampoo on your hair. You close your eyes and massage your scalp, you love how the hot water feels against your skin and how it calms your nerves. Then again, you felt something touch your skin. But this time it ran up and down your slit and you’re sure it's not the hot water.

Quickly you ended your peaceful shower, reached for your towel, and prepare yourself for bed. Maybe it was hot water after all and you were just being paranoid and tired from work. The comfort your bed provides felt even more relaxing as you entertain yourself and scroll through Twitter for a moment, reading updates and seeing different trends then an interesting small clip of porn catches your attention. You watch it like a hawk and allow yourself to be aroused and turned on. Satisfied with the porn you just watched, you removed your shorts and underwear leaving only your thin oversized shirt, and proceed to touch yourself freely.

Sucking your point and middle finger, you played with your slit with your wet fingers running it up and down until you get wet real good. Teasing yourself before you proceed on putting it inside, you shamelessly spread your legs wider lifting your shirt so you could pinch your nipples while you make yourself feel good down there.

“Yes, baby”

You heard someone talk near you but there’s no one in the room but you. You live alone. Not bothering about it anymore, you closed your eyes again and continue touching yourself. “Ohhh baby” you moan and feed your imagination that someone is making you feel good right now. You part your mouth and let out soft moans, kicking your blanket until it falls.

“Open your eyes”

“Ow” you suddenly felt something pinched your right nipple. You opened your eyes and stopped what you’re doing because the creepy things that are happening tonight are getting out of hand. You see a shadow of someone seated right beside you and you quickly grabbed anything you could cover your legs with for you feel so exposed in front of a stranger who could be a rapist.

“Are you getting shy? Baby?”

You open your lampshade with a slight panic and you see lustful eyes looking deep into yours. Whoever this person is, he looked angelic but what he’s doing right now says otherwise. “We can talk after we fuck. Can you remove your shirt?” his surprisingly sexy voice made you gave in and followed what he asked for. “Don’t be scared, alright?” he added.

With nervous hands, you nod and sat up immediately to remove your shirt and make yourself naked in front of the handsome stranger. Suddenly, he’s right beside you, naked and arms pillowing his head showing off his arms, cock hard already. Is this a dream? This has to be.

“I’m Mark. How do you want this? Do I fuck you or do you fuck me?” he asked confidently with a teasing smirk.

“I fuck you” you said, since he looks so handsome laying in bed like that, the urge to ride your imaginary man is growing and growing and it’s making you hornier. He’s like a magnet that invites you to straddle him and ride him until he's gone and you can finally rest.

“I don’t think so” he got up from his comfortable position and kissed your neck wildly holding your shoulders as he kisses you down to the mattress “Do you know what I am? Hmm?” his kisses were addicting and it’s making you weak like he’s sucking all your energy. He slaps your ass deliciously when you don’t answer him, the sting stayed on your right ass cheek for a few seconds.

“A man from my dream?” you answered weakly.

“Correct. And I’m a demon” the last word made you shiver and you tried to push him away, even tried kicking him but it’s useless. “What’s wrong? You weren’t like this when you were moaning just a few minutes ago” his deep voice scares the shit out of you but it makes you horny at the same time. This isn’t right. To your surprise, he licks a long stripe on your neck and told you, “You’re mine”

He flips you on the mattress pinning your arms down with a force. “Close your legs tightly and don’t fucking move, I’m going to play with you” you closed your legs and you feel him massage your ass cheeks telling you how they’re perfectly soft and bouncy, teasing your cunt from behind and licking it until he’s satisfied and happy on how wet you are.

The position Mark put you in, made you even more harder to breathe and you can’t move for your own liking. You feel him push his cock without caution, fucking you with closed legs as he loses his mind with how good you feel around him. You, on the other hand, is a moaning mess. Gasping and breathing much air for your life as you let the demon fuck you quick and rough. Mark put his entire weight on your back, resting his left cheek on your face, thrusting in your tight cunt as you whimper and grunt under him.

“Oh baby, does it hurt?” he felt you nod your head and flinch whenever he gave you sharp thrusts. “Shhh baby, I don’t care. It feels good around me” he said and reached for your lips for a soft kiss. The handsome demon continued giving you hard and piercing thrust until he came inside you, “Now slowly spread your legs” you followed him weakly and you wished you didn’t.

Spreading your legs for him just gave him a new angle that made you more sensitive. Unconsciously, you arched your back for him now making the demon happy and smirk as he pounds you from behind, “you look so hot from up here, I might get you pregnant” you moan out how good he feels and grip the sheets on your bed. By this time only the sheets and the mattress can understand how intense the sex is.

He cupped your boobs from behind with both hands, still fucking you good but even deeper this time. “Oh please, this is too much” you cry out and beg but he never listens, he just gives you low chuckles. Low devilish chuckles.

When he finally stopped the good torture, you thought that was it, but you’re wrong. He stopped for a second and made you kneel against his chest and put his middle and point finger in your mouth and coat it with your spit, “tell me Y/n, do you want a baby? boy or a girl?” he removed his fingers and put it on your clit, drawing circles slowly as he enjoys listening to your whimpers while waiting for your answer.

“A boy” you gasp sharply as you try your best to answer. His fingers are making you weak that you’re legs are already giving up, you just want to lay flat on the mattress. He put the same fingers again in your mouth, letting you taste your pussy juices.

“Great choice. Want me to cum inside you, huh” you nod at him not because you want it, but you just want to satisfy the demon and feel him pound against you deliciously again. He can’t actually plant a baby inside you, right? This is a dream.

He pushed you on the bed and flipped you again, “Please be gentle, I beg you you’re so big” you reached for Mark’s face hoping that he has even a small ounce of mercy for you. Being underneath him like this made you realized that he is even more handsome up close, you bravely touched the soft skin of his face wondering how can someone or something looked so angelic on the outside but demonic on the inside.

As you admire the beauty of the demon on top of you, he made himself comfortable in between your legs kissing your body, and sucking your nipples just how you wanted. “Okay, since you asked so so so nicely baby” he kissed you and proceeds to line his cock in your entrance, pushing in slowly and gently as you requested for the first time tonight. Giving you a few slow and gently thrusts, you moaned and smiled whiled he let you enjoy your request. You may not know, but the demon is admiring your smile, so he kissed those soft lips of yours once again. “Now, can I rough you up a little?” he sure has no patience. You have no other choice when he puts your arms around him, “I’ll let you touch me”

Thrusting hard again in no time, making your boobs bounce underneath him. Again, you whimper and asked for more this time. “Can I kiss you?” you asked with ragged breaths, he answered your question with a kiss, as if he’s letting you know that you can kiss him whenever you want to, in exchange for fucking you hard.

“You’re mine from now on” he repeats over and over again, hearing him grunt and moans like he was in pain but he was having a mind blowing orgasm. Shooting his cum inside you, looking at how fucked you are right now.

“Will I see you again? Tell me I’ll see you again” you whine under heavy breathing.

Mark kissed your parted lips sweetly, “you will, you will” he answers you. It’s like he has a switch or an off button for his rough attitude because he’s suddenly sweet. “It’s over now baby, you did great. Hmm.” he kept on kissing your lips until you have the energy to kiss him back. “That was great right? We will be great parents”

I left Heaven for you and gladly I will leave Hell too.

I am a selfish demon.

My intention for you is to love you deeply every day for as long as I exist. You may not hear me tell you ‘i love you’ but my actions are good and enough proof that my love for you is real and I want to show more.

I no longer want to possess another human just so I can talk to you or have sex with you. I no longer want to meet you secretly in your dreams and remain as your imaginary man. I want to wake up beside you and see your smile first thing in the morning, to be able to exist and be part of your life completely, walk on the streets hand in hand and live a full life with you.

It’s too much to ask, I know. But it’s not a bad thing.

As I watch you grow as an adult, you became more and more lonely, incomplete, and unsatisfied with the things you have in your life. I can make you happy I’m sure of it.

And giving you a baby is something that can make you need me or can make you want me to stay and be part of your life. I’m sorry.

But I’m a selfish demon and all I wanted is to be with you.

The sound of your phone ringing woke you up from a disturbingly nice dream. Another call from your boss about 127 House, today is the day that the house will finally be saved. As you stretch your body in bed, it’s weird how you feel so sore and tired when you perfectly remember sleeping early last night and had the weirdest dream in your life. The sex from the dream played like a movie picture in your head, the handsome face of the demon is engraved in your mind, “Mark” you whispered as you remember his name and how he kissed you oh so sweetly while he was telling you that you’re going to be great parents.

Knowing that it’s just a dream, you shrugged it off and started your day with a nice coffee and light breakfast, reviewing your presentation on the side for later, making sure that everything you say about the house will not make the buyer turn their back.

Another day at the office is another annoying day with your boss, which is also your ex boyfriend. Yuta is a good proof that you don’t know how to be with someone else other than yourself because you’re used to being alone that you don’t let other people inside your life. And yet, you feel lonely and you still want to try. Yuta is a great guy, but the problem is not him, it’s you.

“Well you look beautiful… and glowing” he greets you with his perfect smile before you two enter the empty and cold conference room. He recognizes that glow, and it hurts his pride that you’re fucking somebody else and not him. Even though it’s clear to him that you’re not together anymore, he still thinks he owns you.

You smiled back at him and proceed to prepare your things before the client comes in. It’s obvious that something is bothering Yuta, you wanted to ask him but you’re afraid to give him the wrong idea about you being concerned. So you focused your mind elsewhere and did not mind him further.

“Ah! Mr. Lee, welcome. Please take a seat. May I introduce you to one of my finest realtor, Ms. Y/n. Leave everything to her”

The client is facing Yuta and all you can see is his handsome figure from behind, nice ass, you thought. You put up a smile and ready yourself to shake hands with the client that will save the 127 House. “Hi Mr. Lee-“

It was truly an unexpected moment. You will never forget that angelic face that you admired so much in your dream. You try to hide your uneasiness and remained professional as you shake hands with Mr. Lee and proceed with your presentation.

During your presentation, you can’t stop thinking of the man with the same face and angelic features as Mr. Lee, fucking you senseless in your dream. It was just a dream but as you dive in more to the memory, you can almost feel the wet kisses that he left on your neck, the way he hurt you so good stretching your cunt, and his amazing duality after the sex. “…and that is all for 127 House, which will all be yours after we schedule you for a private tour so can see for yourself-“

“Tell me Ms. Y/n, do you like this house?”

“It’s one of our best, of course, sir-“

“No. I mean. Do you see yourself smiling and completely happy if you happen to own the 127 House?”

It’s a question that you can’t answer on the spot but come to think of it, yes, having a family with a big house to call it home isn’t such a bad choice in life. But for now, having a family is not on your cards clearly because you’re single at the moment and you’re not ready to have a family of your own. To answer your client’s question, “Yes, sir. I think the 127 House will change my life upside down, in and out if I happen to own it. My future children will have such beautiful home” you smiled awkwardly at him, hoping that your answer finally satisfies him.

“You’re going to be a great parent,” he says with a teasing tone that you don’t know what it’s for. You were sure that he’s smirking at you while Yuta explains the contract to Mr. Lee’s assistant and you were sure, that he has something to do with your dream. This can’t be.

As Yuta finishes the meeting with a light note and had his secretary help Mr. Lee with the contract and money talk, you can’t help but think about your future. A husband, your own house, having kids, all those things were floating in your mind. “If you wanted the house you could’ve just told me” Yuta’s voice brought you back to reality. The conference room was again empty and it’s you and Yuta were all that’s left.

“What are you talking about” you fixed your things and try to avoid Yuta’s presence.

“We could’ve been married and have kids you know,” he came close to you like he’s just about to kiss you.

“And I broke up with you for a reason, that I don’t love you anymore. Stop hurting yourself Yu, were fine now don’t ruin this” hearing that made Yuta remember the night you broke up with him. Still hurt like hell he thought.

You left him in the conference room and went back to work, went on with your usual day at the office. Busying yourself further and finishing loads of tasks before you head home. But despite your busy day, you kept on thinking about Mr. Lee over and over again, and that demon in your dream who had sex with you and told you about being great parents. Something is connecting the demon and Mr. Lee but you can’t point out what exactly.

As much as you want to deny the clues and just move forward with your life, your gut tells you that they’re the same person and there’s only one way to find out, ask the demon. But he never showed up again which leads you to your second option, contact Mr. Lee or his assistant. And as expected, they’re out of reach. It’s absurd, time wasting, and scary, but you would rather be scared of the truth than not knowing anything at all.

Night after night, you hopelessly wait for the handsome demon to visit you again. Secretly hoping that he will show up in your dream, even just for a minute no more no less, even if it’s just for sex, you just need to talk to him.

Work piles up and you continue to busy yourself selling houses, closing deals every week, watching couples be happy because they finally have a home, hoping that someday that could be you so you won’t get lonely in life. But with whom?

“You look awful, are you okay?” that’s what Yuta said instead of greeting you good morning and flirt with you like he normally does.

“Yeah. I feel like shit, but I’m fine. Maybe overworked, but I’m fine” it’s true, you don’t usually get sick because of overworking but this is different. You feel weak and tired even if you got enough sleep. Heck, even if you’re not working you’re still tired and dizzy. “So I was thinking some of the major points for the campaign-“

You didn’t finish your sentence and left Yuta in your office and ran to the nearest restroom to throw up. It was not hungover, that part you’re sure, you don’t get sick like whenever you’re tired from work. It doesn't make any sense. Then you realized, “fuck, I’m late” and there's only one person or creature to blame. Mark, the demon.

Hot tears fall from your eyes as you flush the toilet, wipe your mouth, and gather your strength to come out of the cubicle. To your surprise, Yuta was just outside the lady's restroom, waiting for you and making sure that you’re okay. He has his own thoughts and if he’s being completely honest, he’s disgusted. How can you be so stupid? Getting yourself knocked up before you even get married?

“Who’s the father?” he leaned on the door frame, arms crossed and already judging you.

“Please Yuta not now” the last thing you need right now is your ex being unreasonable.

“Are you going to keep it? I’m willing to pay for the abortion, I know you’re not yet ready” that’s it. That made you snap. Yuta is a nice person, but sometimes he doesn’t know what he’s talking about and he constantly forgets his role in your life.

“How dare you. I’m speechless Yuta. You don’t want this baby not because of the reason that I’m not ready but for your selfish reasons, which I’m not interested. You’re my boss, can I leave early?”

Of course, Yuta didn’t take it well. His pride was hurt, the baby is like an ending note for the both of you. The meaningless conversation with Yuta lasted for almost half an hour, it’s like a never ending loophole whenever you talk to him about personal issues and you hate it. With or without Yuta’s permission, you went home and take care of yourself. The pregnancy test made it official and once again, you feel lost and lonely more than ever. How can the demon do this to you? Is this some kind of joke? Or maybe you’re just a one time thing for him.

Hoping that everything will be fine once you’re all well rested, you decided to sleep it off and try to fix and handle things when you wake up. The moment you closed your eyes, you feel wet kisses all over your exposed shoulders. You even felt the bed dip as if someone joined you to bed and shared their warmth.

“Baby I’m here” Mark whispers, trying to wake you up. It may not feel like it, but you were sleeping for two hours already. “You’re not just a one time thing for me" he added.

His hot breath woke you up, and finally seeing the handsome demon again unexpectedly made you feel better and welcomed him with a warm hug. Even Mark was shocked but he accepts your hug and returned to you even more warmly. His skin is hot, or maybe that’s just his warmth. He smelled like cinnamon, hot afternoons, did he just came from hell and went straight to your apartment?

“I didn’t show up for days because I wanted to make sure you wanted to see me” he disturbed your thoughts. Putting your hair away from your face and leaving light feathery kisses on your lips.

“Mark, I’m pregnant” you finally blurted out. Curious about what he’s going to react.

“And?” he was avoiding eye contact not because he’s shy, but because he can’t believe he can admire you closely like this and you finally know he exists. “Can we fuck first then talk later?”

You still have a lot of questions for him but he never gave you answers and it frustrates you. It’s been weeks since the last time you saw each other and he’s thinking about fucking right now. Unbelievable. “Not having sex with you until you tell me answers,” you said as gentle as possible, not wanting the demon to leave you empty handed again.

He just chuckled. Well, at least he’s not leaving yet because he’s starting to spread kisses all over your exposed skin. Feeling those incredible lips again makes you even more relaxed, his hands all around your sides roaming softly. You can’t believe you’re finally letting him in without boundaries.

“Show me your tits,” he said, lifting your thin shirt so easily.

“If I showed you my tits will you stop and finally have a decent conversation with me?”

“If you showed me your tits, baby I wont' stop. I’m here to remind you that you’re mine” he said heavily breathing from the hungry kiss biting your ears, your neck, and your lips. You pushed him away for a moment but it was a gentle push. You didn’t want to piss him off.

His hands are ready to push your bra down, he’s just waiting for you to let go and stop being a bitch. You figured you got nothing to lose so you grabbed his face and kissed him like how you missed him. Putting his hands on your boobs, guiding his hands to push down your bra and show him your tits. “That’s my girl,” he said in between kisses, feeling his warm smile before he pulls away and finally looks at your tits. “Mine,” he said, before licking a long stripe from your left nipple up to your chest, neck, and ends on your lips. Kissing you passionately before he does it again with your right boob. “Lift your chest” you followed what he said and you felt him unclasp your bra swiftly, It was a sign to remove your shirt and help him undress you.

Both naked in bed kissing like a loving couple, Mark decided to go a little easy on you tonight. After all, roughing you up is not part of his plan and purpose of his visit. He goes on top of you, lips still not leaving yours. “Did you miss me?” he asks, you can only answer using your hungry kisses. You feel his hand travel up and down your body oh so softly you’re starting to get ticklish that your lips parts because of his soft touches, he puts your panties in your mouth and your eyes widened in shock.

“I’m going to go easy on you tonight, don’t worry” he says. Mark looks handsomely scary and filthy right now in between your open legs licking your boobs and brushing his hand on your nipples making you sensitive. He reaches for your hand to suck your fingers good while looking directly in your eyes. You rolled your head back on your fluffy pillows, moaning and whimpering, letting your ruined panties in your mouth muffle the sounds that you’re making. If this was his idea of going easy then you’re fucked.

Mark let’s go of your left hand so he can touch your pussy while kissing your lower abdomen. Your hips roll uncontrollably and Mark likes the sounds that you’re making. He kneels in front of you and grabbed your free hand to pump his cock, play with its tip before he goes in. He lines his cock to your entrance and pushed in one hard thrust. Since your mouth is occupied, you can only hear Mark’s grunts while fucking you hard in the first few thrusts. It was too much, you were in tears. Sobbing and whimpering from the hurt. He noticed it. He removed your panties from your mouth crashing his lips to yours the moment he threw your wet panties away. “That was hot right?” He continues to kiss you wildly while giving you merciless thrusts. You try to breathe and catch your breath but he won't let you, “Mark, please” you call him out weakly.

“No, baby. You’re doing perfect don’t disappoint me” he kissed and kissed you until both of your lips are swollen. Thrust and thrust in your pussy until your boobs bounce nonstop and you’re on edge. The moment you reached your orgasm, Mark kissed you softly but he never stopped fucking you. You smiled at him, reaching for his face for another sweet kiss, helping him catch his sweet release.

He gave you three piercing thrusts that hurt so bad but felt so good before he pulls out and came on your pussy lips. Spreading white thick fluids all over your folds, and going in for the last time for his own satisfaction and pullout again quickly. It was a quick stretch that hurt but it was bearable.

He lay down beside you, spooning you and kissing your shoulders. Running a finger on your nipples as you both calm down and enjoy your fluffy bed and soft pillows. “As always you did good” he cuddles with you in bed, something you didn’t see coming. Even though he’s all scary and rude he’s capable of being sweet and you love it.

“How about that talk you owe me?” you kissed his neck as a way of returning the favor for making you feel good.

“Let’s go on a date. I want to do this right, it’s never my intention to scare you”

“You’re naturally scary, you don’t know that?” he smiles and made his one arm as his pillow so he can look at you properly.

“I’ll stop the baby from growing. For now. One date Y/n, and if you still hate me it’s over between us. The baby… the baby is my only way so I can stay with you forever”

Weird. The idea of Mark leaving you doesn’t sound so good. And to be honest you want to spend more time with him. He nuzzles your armpit making you laugh and giggle and at the same time. He’s cute when he's in the good mood.

“You could have asked me to go on a date first before you knocked me up,” you kissed his cheek and watch him roll his eye at you. Handsome. So handsome you thought.

“No. Having a baby will be our priority. Please, let's be happy. I can change your life”

Unfortunately, as you listen to the handsome demon confess his feelings for you, you suddenly thought about Yuta. Your ex wanted the exact same thing and things didn’t go well between you two. There’s something different about Mark that makes you want to try and work this family thing out with him. Even if he’s a demon if he can love you unconditionally, well having a family with him isn’t so bad.

But still, you need time. And getting you pregnant first before building an established relationship is too much.

I knew you will not take it easily, and it's fine by me I have all the patience in the world.

I'm selfish but I can’t force you to love me and your love, that’s what I want. That’s why I have to win you. Even if going on dates isn’t my best way to make you fall in love with me, it’s the right thing to do.

Yes, I can force you to stay in my house with that baby, but being together without love…well, what’s the point of it?

Now, I’m sorry for getting you pregnant first. I’m desperate. I long for you. You’re like a dream that I’m willing to do everything just so you can come true.

The most awaited dinner was full of flirting, low giggles, and honest talk. You insist on knowing him more and you’re more than happy to introduce yourself but he seems like he knew you all too well. “There’s nothing much to know about me” he takes a bite from his steak, “But let me be honest and I hope I won't scare you… I used to be your guardian angel…”

You listen to the whole story of the truth on how he used to be your guardian angel and became a demon because you embraced such pleasures in life. He told you how he fell in love with you even more when he became dark, he said that it felt good that there's nothing holding him back. “Believe it or not, I was your first. I couldn’t stomach watching you have sex with anyone else other than me” he explained further how he possessed every guy you had sex with and you find it amusing how he’s completely possessive when it comes to you.

“So Yuta?”

“Oh no no, not him. He has his own demon I can’t possess him. And that was my breaking point. When you two were together, I was broken, I feel abandoned and I secretly hope that you two break up, then it happened and I have nothing to do with it I promise. So now I’m here, taking my chance”

You question him further about your life, asking him about the things you only knew about yourself, things that only your family can answer, and not even your closest friends. Not because you doubt his honesty, but only because it's amusing to listen to him. All this time you weren’t alone. All these years of believing that you’re alone, little did you know you have Mark. The things that he’s telling you does not make you feel weird, it’s like you’re talking to a long lost friend who knew everything about you.

It’s amazing how he’s a demon but his honesty amazes you as he’s not capable of lying. Maybe he has something left from being an angel? Nonetheless, you see nothing wrong with giving him a chance to give you happiness. “Still you could have been honest first and take me on a date before you- you know”

“No, I need you to need me. That’s the only way. I’m here on a date with you because I can’t win you by playing tough, maybe I can win you by playing nice. So please stop hating me about the baby. I really want it with you” he reached for your hand on the table and caressed it with his thumb.

“I don’t hate you, Mark in fact I like you, I really do but the baby is too much. We can still try and be in a relationship without having a baby”

“Just give us a chance” he winked at you and continue eating his steak.

As you two continue the wonderful dinner and setting aside the baby talk for the rest of the night, he filled your heart with wonderful promises that you’re looking forward to seeing him do. And while he was talking, you noticed how your heart skip a beat when he raises his eyebrows and smirk. Handsome demon, that’s what he is.

During the car ride which you don’t know where he’s taking you, he never let go of your hand, kissing the back of it whenever he can and making you giggle with his spontaneous sweetness. “Where are you taking me? I thought you’re going to drive me home”

“I am. Were going home” You turned silent when you saw the beautiful white house from afar. He brought you to 127 House. “I bought this house because you were desperate to sell it. Also, that’s why I asked you if you see yourself being happy owning the house” he added and kissed your hand again.

The house is even more beautiful at night, Mark let you admire the house as he follows you and watch you with full admiration. You love what he did to the house, rather than a mansion with a plain interior he made it look like it’s ready to be a home for a family. What you see is not a demon who manipulated you, Mark is a desperate man who’s willing to try to make you happy and who’s desperate to have a family of his own with the woman that he loves. You.

“Welcome home?” he says.

“It’s too early for that Mark, I like you but how can you be so sure about this?” his confidence amuse you.

He scoffed and raised his eyebrows on you, caging you with a warm embrace from behind as you two watch the calm water on the pool outside. “You sound like I haven’t fucked you already. I’m confident about this. Welcome home” he repeats and planted a kiss on your temple. A simple gesture that makes you happy.

As you two enjoy the comfortable silence while swaying side to side for some time, you feel his hot breath tickling the back of your neck, giving you a shiver that goes straight to your spine. You’re familiar with Mark’s presence already. A presence you always crave, something you always want near you. “What do you want to do next, beautiful?” he asks, kissing your neck and making your knees weak.

“Can we have normal sex? Without you fucking me in my dreams? Can you do that for me?”

“Of course. From now on, no more having sex in your dreams and no more possessing other humans. It’s just me now” he reaches for your lips, turning your body so you could kiss properly. You feel safe in his arms, which made you realize that he has done so much for you.

“Maybe it’s time for me to give back, Mark” he smiled, motioning you on his huge couch.

“What do you have in mind?” he removes your shoes and made you sit on his lap.

“I can start by,” you kiss him slowly on his neck, cup his face but he’s quick to kiss your hand softly, “I can start by being on top tonight, let me make you cum for as many as you want?” he chuckled low and nod his head. He sat there looking devilishly handsome, letting you do what you want as he watches you with lustful eyes.

I never thought that the date will work out and quite frankly, I’m thankful for our date. It’s the first night that I felt that I could actually be part of your life. For the first time, I feel like I’m a man and not just a fallen angel or a demon.

The way you kissed on my neck, when you smile whenever our eyes meet, how you touched me and kissed my body, the feeling of your fingertips dancing around my skin. It’s addictive. It almost felt like our first time having sex. The night I took your virginity, I couldn’t have enough of you that I keep on asking for another round if you remember.

And oh! When you held my hand while you roll your hips slowly, It was life changing Y/n.

Thank you for giving me a chance to prove my love further to you.

After having a few rounds on the couch and his huge bed, Mark is now watching you sleep beside him. Caressing your face softly as he turns this moment into a special one because his dream of sleeping beside you with his whole being finally came true. “I’m so in love with you,” he says before drifting to sleep.

Welcoming the demon in your life was the best decision you ever made even though the baby part is still blurry. Nonetheless, Mark made you feel loved every day in many different ways. May it be through his sweet words, making love to you instead of fucking hard, holding your hand while you two watch a scary movie, or whenever he sings to you after learning a new song. For a demon who came out of hell, he’s a little sweet and romantic.

He also adapted well to this world, even found out that his eyesight is poor and that you have to get him a pair of glasses. And as he stays in this world loving you, his love for watermelons and playing with his guitar grew stronger each day too.

Seasons change and years pass by like a snap of your finger, you and Mark stayed happily together in 127 House and make it a home, even if it’s just the two of you. He made you so happy in life that you forgot life before he came.

“Where did you find that handsome guy?” your best friend asks you while she’s slicing her son’s birthday cake. You help her with the plates while you answer every question she throws.

“Dating app” you lied and laughed at her to shut her up.

“I know that’s a lie but I don’t care. That man makes you happier than ever. What is he an angel or something?” If only she knew.

You watch Mark play with other kids, tickling their tummies as he giggles with them. Being a father suits him well and you bet he still dreams of becoming one. You almost feel sorry about it because you can’t give the only thing he asks for.

When you got home and now that Mark is balls deep inside you while you ride him deliciously, your head is not there. You kept on thinking about something and of course, Mark is quick to stop doing what he’s doing. “Hey your mind is so noisy and clouded” he’s no complaining, he’s worried about you because he can hear you but can't understand you. “Talk to me baby, what’s wrong?”

You lean forward to him and rest your forehead on his chest, readying yourself to finally tell him that, “I want to have a baby”

For a moment it was dead silent while you two look each other eye to eye but soon he sat up and hug you, making you moan because he’s still deep inside you. He showered you with kisses, crying tears of joy because now his life is finally complete.

“I love you. And I’m sorry for keeping you away from being a great dad-“

“You did nothing wrong. Stop apologizing” he cups your face and kissed you deeply, pulling you back on the mattress to continue what you two were doing but this time it’s for a purpose.

During your pregnancy, you’ve never seen Mark so happy.

He was by your side like the guardian angel that he used to be. Taking care of you all the way from sun up to sun down. You’ve never thought that your pregnancy will be bearable, full of happiness and laughter because of a demon who fell in love with you.

Everything was going too fast, the next thing you know is you’re already seven months pregnant and Mark is staring at your tummy for almost five minutes as he waits for his baby to kick and your tummy move and be amazed over and over again. You’re starting to doubt if he’s really a demon. “Oh! See that! He kicked!” you laughed at him as he holds your tummy with both hands and spread kisses on it.

Things were going smoothly until the day has finally come and you’re at the delivery room fighting for your life. Quite literally. The doctors are having a huge problem pulling your baby out of your belly and they needed Mark to get out of the room because the situation became serious. He was about to lose you and the doctors want him out, of course, Mark wants to cause a scene. But he knew better. The last memory you had before closing your eyes was the door closing on Mark as he can’t do anything about it. Through a glass window, Mark sees everything that the doctors are doing to you. He wanted so bad to hold your hand so you know that you still have to fight for your life and the baby’s life.

When the baby is finally out, he was so happy to see his baby for the first that he’s sobbing and whimpering. Murmuring even that you need to wake up because finally, the baby is here. The smile painted on Mark’s face was priceless. But not for long. He knew that there’s something wrong when the doctors were staring at the baby, waiting for it to cry. Mark’s world turned black when he watches the doctor shook his head in front of him.

It was life changing.

The once happy home for you and Mark became a place so cold and gloomy as if happiness never touched the 127 House. As you’re struggling with depression, Mark embraced his anger and caused chaos everywhere. Not giving a fuck what happens to anyone because nothing can compare to the sadness that he’s feeling. It all happened for a year, which changed your relationship into small talks and cold nights. Like you two have broken up but you still live under the same roof.

But the demon loves you so much that he tried everything to pick himself up and take care of you. Your relationship was too precious for him and realized that it’s the only thing he has left. Slowly, you forgive yourself and tried to live again. Patience keeps on growing as you and Mark chose to love each other deeper and move on with what’s left with your life.

After having several check-ups, taking every advice that the doctor says, and finding out that it’s safe for you to have a baby again, you and Mark gave it another chance without hesitating. Now, you’re six months pregnant and life is slowly becoming happy again.

“Long time no see” It’s his demon best friend, Haechan. He appeared out of nowhere while Mark is having some fresh air on the balcony. Mark waits for his friend to talk, raising an eyebrow at him. “Just here to let you know that your Y/n has a new guardian angel since you’ve been so busy being a human”

“Fuck- No wonder our life is so messed up right now”

“Don’t let it kill your baby again” and just like that Haechan is gone before Mark could even ask him more about this guardian angel.

When you become a parent, your child will automatically be your prize possession. But for Mark, he has two people dear in his life. Two people. That’s all he has. And he’s not going let that angel kill his baby again and make you suffer.

Mark stick to you like glue, and you noticed that he has been even more protective than ever. “I’m going to be fine, Mark. What are you so afraid of?” you kiss him before you head to the bathroom to take a pee. This part of Mark that’s so paranoid is freaking you out and scaring you sometimes. Like he’s not telling you something or he’s hiding something from you.

Mark continues to protect you from that angel, and day by day he’s becoming even more afraid of what might happen to you. If that angel is capable of killing something precious, then who knows what else can it do to harm you further.

“Do you miss being an angel?” you asked Mark while you two lay in bed closely.

“No” he answers without hesitating.

“Do you have wings back then?”

He chuckled low and intertwines his fingers with yours, “We’ve been together for many years and you’re asking me this just now? But yes. I did. And it hurt like hell when they took it off. But I was happy afterward, it simply means I can finally be with you” his happiness is evident because his smile is so bright.

“I’m sorry” you don’t know why you apologized, but maybe you just want to.

“For making me the happiest demon? Oh come on, ‘I love you, Mark’ is so much better” he was acting cute and his charms still work on you.

“I love you, Mark”

“Thanks. I know” you smack his shoulder playfully, making him laugh and tell you, “I love you too, Y/n. You know that”

There's nothing wrong with being positive in life again after going through so much pain or after losing your first baby. There’s nothing wrong with that. As you and Mark wait for your due date, days have been beautiful while you wait for the baby. You are healthy, the baby is healthy, even Mark is healthy. You really think that this is going to be different than the first. Different in a beautiful way.

When the day finally comes, you were smiling and quite excited as Mark stays by your side the whole time. He was holding your hand, helping you to breathe, and fight to achieve that happiness with you. “Breathe with me, everything will be fine,” he says, smiling so handsomely in front of your eyes. You wanted to tell him that you love so much, thank him for changing your life but saying things like that while you're pushing to bring out the baby is kind of out of the scene. So you gave him a weak smile instead.

When the doctor had finally held the baby you and Mark were so happy because you were so close to being a family now.

But you’re slowly getting weak and he watches your smile fade and your eyes close.

“Doctor we are losing here!” the nurse exclaimed. Everything is happening again, Mark thought. As he watches the doctors and the nurses do everything they can to save you, Mark stood there quietly knowing all too well how dying works.

“Y/n, you can’t die. It’s not your time yet” he said a little too loud while standing like a statue. He used to be your guardian angel, of course, he knew things like this. “Y/n, you will be fine” he exclaimed again but this time there were tears in his eyes and his voice broke.

Time suddenly stopped and the scene was oddly familiar to him, there’s an angel inside this room to bring your soul to Heaven. “No, no”. he murmurs with tears in his eyes, looking around the room waiting for the angel to appear. “I know you’re here” he turned around multiple times until your new guardian angel appears. Doyoung.

“How many babies should I bring to heaven to make you stop? Look what you made me do” Doyoung said, “It’s not her time yet but this is the only way to keep her away from you. It’s an angel baby, Mark! You know that angels are not allowed to be born other than the insides of Heaven. It’s dangerous to expose divinity in the eyes of humans. What were you thinking?”

“I did not know- please bring her back. I’ll do anything you want” Mark begs his old friend, crying and whimpering like a little boy. If only he knew from the start he wouldn’t have got you pregnant in the first place and watch you suffer two times. Now he’s mad at himself.

“It’s too late old friend, I’m just doing my job”

And even before Mark could beg more, time turned back to normal and the doctor had announced the time of your death.

What better way to be punished after betraying Heaven and Hell by taking the love of his life. Of course, the heavenly creatures will bring you to Heaven because they knew all too well that Mark can’t enter the silver city again.

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