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levitiquee · 5 months

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“Levi!”

You barge through the door, all dramatic, gasping and panting, purposely exaggerating to get his attention. But not to your surprise, he didn’t even bother looking up.

“I suppose no one ever taught you, but there’s a concept called knocking.” He said, his eyes fully focused on the papers. His hand moving across it as he wrote. “It’s quite easy really, you raise your hand and—”

“Levi!” You cut him off, slamming the door behind you loudly. “Levi, my beloved, my savior in dark times, I am in need of your help.”

“Slamming the door isn’t very polite either. Your manners get worse everyday.”

You waved him off, shushing him. You made way across the room, where a couch sat not far from the desk he was sitting on, and flopped down face first. “Levi.” Your voice came out muffled.

“Ah yes, making yourself home I see.” He sighs.

“Levi, I need your help. Real bad.”

“No.”

“What–” You look up, raising your face from the cushions, offended. “You didn’t even–”

“No.” He repeated, eyes not leaving his work for even a second. “Please, get off my couch. Cleaning it is tiresome.”

“Levi.” You whined, impatient at his aloofness. “Levi, he’s going to kill me.”

“I’ll buy you a good coffin.”

“This isn’t funny.” You huffed. “I’m dead. Like literally. Absolutely. This is where it all ends.”

“I’d rather you not die on my couch.”

“Fuck your couch.” You flipped yourself, so you splayed on your back now. You tilted your head, staring at him. “Help me out. Please?”

Levi finally turns to look at you, unable to ignore you any longer. He frowned. “What?” He asked warily. “What did you do this time?”

“Promise me you’ll help me first.” You said.

“No.” He immediately rejects you. “What did you do? Did you get into a fight with an MP again?”

You shook your head.

“Blew up something in Hange’s lab?” He guessed.

“No. But I’d really rather it was Hange mad at me though.”

He looked at you confused, “Who did you piss off then? “

You grimaced. He was quick to conclude.

“Ah.” He realizes. “Erwin.”

A nod from you answers him.

“What did you do?”

“Ask me what I didn’t do.”

“What didn’t you do?”

“Work.” You sat up. “In my defense, it was a shit load of work. And I hate paperwork. And I kept procrastinating. And now it’s due by tomorrow and I didn’t remember until two minutes ago when Erwin shot a glare at me. And now I—”

“I’m not helping you.”

“Why not?” You demanded.

“It’s your fault. Don’t drag me into this shit.” He grumbles, scowling. “And you promised last time, you wouldn’t do this anymore. I’m not doing your work for you. I have enough on my plate.”

“Okay first of all, I’m not lazy. I was busy–”

“Ogling Garrison captains.”

“They’re pretty. And no, not the point, shut up.” You protested. “I was busy. And I didn’t come here so you could do it for me. I came here so you could go and talk to Erwin.”

Levi frowned, “Talk to him about what?”

“Tell him to give me one more day. Swear I’d work my ass off.”

“You said that last time too.” He pointed it out. “How angry is Erwin?”

You made a face. “Bad.”

“How bad?”

“He keeps glaring at me everytime I meet him. It’s the ‘if you don’t get it done this time, you’re gonna get in so much shit’ glare. It’s creeping me out.”

Levi scoffs, shaking his head. “Only you." He said. "Only you can possibly manage piss fucking Erwin off. The guy's a fucking monk, nothing affects him.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “If I had to guess, I’d say this isn’t the first time asking for an extension.”

“Err…” You ducked your face. “It was kinda supposed to be done 2 weeks ago.”

“2 weeks?” Levo looked at you incredulously. “No wonder he’s pissed. And you’re asking for more time?”

“One more day. Just one more day. Please Levi, he’ll listen to you.”

Levi stares at your pleading expression for a few seconds with narrowed eyes, considering. Thinking. Then he seemed to have made up his mind.

“No.”

“Wha—” You jerk upright. You really thought you’d convinced him.

“No. I’m not getting you out of the grave this time. Specially since you dug it yourself.” He returns his attention back to his work. “Good luck to you, but leave now. And learn a damn lesson.”

You stared at him, gaping. “Wow," You blinked you’re an asshole.”

“Congratulations for realizing that.”

You exhaled. Easy words won’t work, you knew. So, here comes plan A. Acting.

You pouted.

“Don’t look at me like that. I said what I said.”

You fluttered your lashes, all wide shiny eyes, about to cry.

“Get out before I start throwing shit at you.”

“Levi.” Plan B. Bribing.

“No.”

“Leeviii.”

“No.”

“Levi, aren’t you the sweetest, most dearest, my absolute favorite and delightful and super awesome with extra sugar on top bestiest best friend? Don’t be like that, c’mon.”

“Still no. And we’re not friends.”

“‘I’ll make you pie?” You offered.

“You can’t cook to save your life. No.”

"I'll give you hugs."

"I will slap you."

“Levi.” Plan C. Threatening.

He glares back at you.

"You do realize you could've used this time getting the report started instead of trying to convince me and actually might've manage to get it done?”

“I’ll read poetry to you.” You threatened.

Levi looks up, finally there’s a hint of alarm on his face. “No, you won’t.”

“I’ll make sure all your food touch.”

“Get out.”

“I’ll disorganize your bookshelf and fill it with those titan x scout love novels.”

He raised his middle finger at you.

“I will start telling you about all my exes.”

He cringed visibly.

Finally, you gave up. Dragging yourself off the couch, you slowly, pathetically, miserably made your way to the door. You knew that the odds were very low that Levi would actually help you this time, because he was right. You needed to learn a lesson. And it was your fault.

“Oi.”

Your hand was on the doorknob. “What?” You turned to look at him grumpily.

Levi was pinching the bridge of his nose, knitting his eyebrows together, irritated and annoyed. Like he was about to do something he regretted.

He let out a long exhale.

“Bring it here. I’ll help you.”

“What?” You asked, disbelief dripping from your tone. Were you dreaming?

“I’ll help you out. Just this time.” He grunts. “Don’t expect it again. And I’ll only guide you, you’re doing the most of it.”

Music to your ears.

“Really?”

“Go before I change my mind.” He huffed.

You broke into a wide grin, beaming up at him. “No wonder I love you.”

“The feeling is not mutual.”

“You’re the best,”

“Shut up.”

“The best. The most darling, the loveliest, the coolest, the–”

“10 seconds. I’m giving you 10 seconds.”

“Oh–” Your eyes widened. You learnt the hard way Levi usually means his time limits. “Okay, okay, wait here, wait. I’ll be right back. Just–”

And you were out the door,

“Fucking idiot.” He groaned to himself, as you yet again, slammed the door.

He wish he knew why he kept doing this to himself.

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nisuna · 2 months

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I got super inspired last night, so here's a short drabble about the smut adventures of cult leader!geto x non-sorcerer!f!reader let's goo

I have more planned along the lines of: First time sleeping with him; Public sex in front of his followers; Making you call him by his First Name during sex; Saying I love you during sex; things I have mentioned in my headcannon post (I might do a poll for the next chapter 🙈)

Feel free to check out the headcannons for this AU for more context!

TW: heavy nipple play; nipple sucking, biting, pinching; manipulative geto, short non-con, unprotected sex, creampie, mutual orgasm, FIRST KISS, trust issues, crying, he calls you "pet", power imbalance; cult leader!Geto x non-sorcerer!f!reader

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"Geto-samaaa... I need a break today. Please, no more.", you huffed in his arms. Your hips and back were starting to hurt from the countless nights that you've been spending with him.

"What do you mean, pet? Have I overworked you? Oh poor you. But there has to be something I can do to satisfy myself. Tell me, what activity do you enjoy that doesn't involve my cock?"

You felt stumped, but something did come to mind. "Che..."

"Hm? What was that, pet? You need to speak up.", he demanded, looking at you expectedly.

"Chest.", your timid voice broke the silence. "I like it when you play with my chest Geto-sama."

After hearing the words leave your mouth, a toothy grin appeared on his face.

"Good job. Look at you speaking your mind. Such a good pet. Well then, get ready.", he cooed, loosening the knot on your robe. "Tonight, I'm going to town on your chest. Nothing more, nothing less. I promise."

He didn't lie when he said he would go to town, because that's exactly what's been happening for the last half hour. You were on all fours above him while his hungry mouth was sucking in your right nipple. Much to your dismay, however, he was paying attention to the right one ONLY. And at this point, you were getting impatient.

"Mmh whyy~", you mewled.

That caught his attention as he unlatched his mouth from your sensitive nub.

"What is it, pet? You don't like it? That can't be, you were the one who suggested this in the first place. I can practically feel you dripping all over me."

"It's not that...", you mumbled, turning your head, because you didn't have the guts to face him right now.

"What is it then? You have to speak your mind. How elese am I supposed to know if I'm doing something you don't like, hm?"

You sucked in a deep brath and squeaked. "The.. the other one..."

"Hm? Come again?", he cocked an eyebrow, putting his fingers on your chin, finally making you look at him.

"The other one...why do you only play with the right one. What about the left?", you mumbled trailing off.

His mind went ding as he smiled up at you. "Oooh your other one wants attention as well, hm? Why didn't you say so? I'm more than happy to oblige." He hummed caressing your cheek with his large palm.

"However, that service comes at a price."

"What do you-?"

"You have to put in a quarter to play."

"A what? I don't think im following Geto-sama..."

"Oh my dumb little pet. I'm talking about this, of course.", he smiled while sliding his exposed cock through your wet folds.

"Mh- no you said we wouldn't do that today!", you tried your best not to succumb to temptation.

"Just the tip, pet. I promise. Do that for me and I'll suck on your tits all night long.", the way his deep and smooth voice rolled off his tongue like honey made you weak.

How could you say no to such an offer. He wouldn't lie to you right? Geto-sama was a man of his word, you can trust him.

So you reluctantly nodded your head yes and began lifting your hips. He was quick to grab you by your hips and push into you. As promised, he didn't go deep and stopped immediately. You felt relief wash over your body as you tried your best to adjust to the sudden intrusion.

You let out a few huffs before finally discarding your robe, saying. "Mhh, I did my part of the deal. Now's your turn...AH-", as you were about to press your left tit against his mouth, he bottomed out, making you whine his name.

"Geto samaaa noo, you promised we wouldn't.. you.. you lied to me.", you sobbed, digging your nails into his exposed chest. The tears collecting in your eyes almost made him pity you. Almost.

"I'll continue pampering you, don't worry, this is just a quick detour."

You had no energy to defend yourself in his tight grasp, so you let him bully his fat cock into your tight little hole without protest.

After a few thrusts, he sat up, keeping you on his lap and finally fulfilled his part of the deal. His tongue darted out to your neglected left nipple while he pinched your right one between his long fingers. His hips kept rocking up into you while his hungry eyes kept looking up at you all throughout his ministrations.

Your tears of disappointment soon turned into tears of pleasure as you started losing yourself in his grasp. It was when he started to stimulate your puffy clit as well that your mind went blank. The expressions you were making were so nasty, that they soon pushed him over the edge as well.

It was the first time both of you came at the same time and it was understandable that you lost your mind at the intense feeling. It was when he kept fucking you through your high that you lost your sense of self and didn't notice that you grabbed onto his face and pushed your lips against his. Your mouth fell open as a needy moan left your mouth at the feeling of getting filled to the brim. You were so out of it that you didn't notice his eyes shoot open and hands halt all movement.

This was the first time you two ever kissed. Cult leader geto always saw sex as an act of service and obedience. Never once has he thought about kissing someone like you. He talked you through it and prohibited you from ever trying, or else...

Your eyes shot open as well at the lack of reaction and you almost had a heart attack at the realisation of what you have just done.

You were beyond terrified, immediately pulling away and shivering at the sight of his blank expression and his sharp eyes burning holes into you.

You began trembling in his tight grasp as your next words came tumbling out. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Geto-sama, please forgive me-", you sobbed.

As you were about to pull your hands away from his face, he stopped you. You were petrified, expecting the worst. But to your surprise you didn't feel a punishment come your way. Instead, you felt him press his lips against yours and holding your hand in place on his cheek. The kiss was hungry, his tongue prying your mouth open and all you could do was moan and just take it. When he finally pulled away, you didn't dare speak, blinking at him with fear evident in your eyes. Your confusion only grew when you heard him let out a chuckle.

"You surprised me for sure, pet. But let's continue, I quite liked it.", he mumbled.

You nodded, letting out the breath you were holding as you closed your eyes and puckered your lips. While you were making out, you felt him harden inside of you again. This was going to be a long night, after all.

From then on out each time he crashed his lips against yours and made you cream on his cock over and over he thought "fuck it" abandoning his principles. All because of you.

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navstuffs · 6 months

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The Visitor

Pairing: Incubus!Leon Kennedy x GNSupernaturalHunter!Reader

Summary: Your mom always told you to find allies between your enemies - but your incubus consultant, Leon Kennedy, wants to be more than that.

Warning tags: SMUT with gn!reader so MINORS DNI,frenemies to lovers, sexual tension, masturbation, oral sex, penetration, excessive cum (its my headcanon for incubus so), jealousy sex (sorta)

Author's tags: we are the end of my halloween challenge! thank you so much for everyone who supported me. i am so freaking proud and happy with myself that i finally got to finish ONE thing that i commited! last one has to be smut. happy halloween!! enjoy your reading!

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Rain starts as you drive to your home. It has been one heck of a night. The streets are empty as they should be at 2 a.m., but your senses are on high alert. You blame your genetics: coming from a legendary lineage of supernatural hunters, you were expected to become one from your early age, liking or not. It was in your blood. The problem? To be able to sniff other supernatural beings with that same skill prompts your social and love life to be awkward sometimes.

Take tonight as an example: first date with a nice fellow you met on a dating app. When you arrived, your sixth sense instantly picked a creature nearby; you shouldn't be surprised, but obviously, it came from your date. The man, a recently transformed werewolf, ended up reacting to your dangerous smell. And what was supposed to be an excellent night with you fucking your brains out ended up with an awkward goodbye, together with the silent promise of never seeing each other again.

As you park your car in front of your house, you rest your head on your wheel. It had been like this for a while: you met a nice person until you found out they were friends with a vampire or a family member who was a banshee. Your romantic life was nonexistent, which your mom would approve of: "We must remain sharp. No time for this romance bs." Says the woman who almost ran away with a vampire as a teenager.

You are so focused on your thoughts you don't pick up the familiar sensation stinging in your chest as you should. You had been around him so long that your body had started not to react in alert when you were near him. It's almost as if you are getting comfortable.

You exit your car, covering your eyes against the rain, which is getting stronger. You notice the familiar figure sitting on the steps of your porch. He has his hood on, his face partially obscured by the darkness, but you would know him from anywhere: Leon Kennedy. The incubus, you sometimes have the displeasure to work with him. You sigh, wondering what he was doing there so late.

As you approach the entrance, Leon raises his head, and you are met with a pair of enchanted blue eyes. You can feel your stomach twist in a way you are used to by now. It is not technically his fault: Leon needs to have this effect on people if he wants to feed. His eyes start from your head to your well-dressed figure, then your legs, and return to your face. You decide to ignore that and the way your body has warmed up.

"What is it? This better be important." You scoff, and Leon finally gets up, opening a small smile.

"Am I not always important?" Leon chuckles, crossing his arms, a smug smile on his lips. Attractive bastard, you think.

"Yeah, sure, sure. What is it, Kennedy?"

"And where did you come from? A date?"

"Kennedy, I really don't have time for that." You answer, impatient. Your body is telling you to get away from the "monster," and you have to trust your instincts. You search for your house key, walking past Leon and ignoring how inviting he looks tonight.

"Werewolf this time? At least it wasn't a ghoul like last time," Leon teases you, walking up behind you. You look back at him, furious, after opening the door of your house, and Leon raises his arms in a sign of defeat. "I am kidding."

"No, you are wasting my time. Goodnight, Kennedy." As you try to close the door on his face, Leon stops it. You look at him like he has gone crazy, caught off guard by the look you are met back: hungry as a hunter staring at his defenseless prey.

The rational part of you wants to tell Leon to fuck off and close the door on his face. Advising you to remain unaffected if Leon is trying to seduce you now. But you are so tired tonight that you let the irrational one speak. The one that is needy for some sort of human contact tonight. Even if it's from a freaking demon, who pisses the crap out of you.

And to not help, the next time Leon speaks is in a much more vulnerable tone.

"Can I come in?"

Your mom's biggest piece of advice? That you should always find allies between your enemies. They were always traitor among their kind. You and Leon met by accident three years ago. Like most sex demons, he would prey on his victims in places with a strong sexual desire, like strip clubs, bars, or regular clubs.

You were there trying to find another sex demon who was killing his victims after sex, instead finding yourself in the middle of a fight between two very hungry incubus. You should have had an easy time, but a bigger fight started amongst the humans present as well. It was a mess.

Leon helped you, to your surprise. You realized he was an incubus as soon as he grabbed your hand to get you out of the middle of the mess. Your body reacted as it should to his presence: you pulled your hand away, disgusted, but simultaneously, you were affected (and you knew it). Usually, you shouldn't remain unaffected by their extreme sexual energy (they were created for that), but with Leon, it was different. You didn't know why. Leon offered to help find this killer incubus, which proved to be an easier task with him at your side.

And now you could consider him your partner. A very annoying, sexy, good-looking sex demon partner who always looked at your body with interest when he thought you weren't looking.

Like right now. You ignore again your rational part as you bend over to find a bottle of water by the fridge. If Leon's eyes are on your ass or not, you don't really care. It is your fault for letting him inside your house anyway.

"Again, what do you need, Kennedy?" You ask as you close the fridge door with a bump. Leon is resting against the kitchen counter, the hood down. His dirty blonde hair is by his shoulders now, much longer than you first met.

"Decided to go for a bike ride late at night. Couldn't sleep."

"Oh? And you are telling me that because? Are we friends or something?" Leon ignores the irony in your voice, a small smile on his lips. You wait.

"No, we are not."

"Good, because-"

"I don't want to be your friend, anyway." Leon declares a somber tone in his voice. It's that same feeling you have had many times near Leon: he is trying to take down your defense walls, one by one. Wanting for you to feel anything other than danger.

"I see. The feeling is mutual." You whisper back, clearly affected this time. Leon starts approaching you slowly. When he stops before you, your back against the cold fridge. There is nowhere to run from his blue eyes. You can't move or don't want to move.

"What do you truly want?" You murmur again, afraid of the answer. Leon places each arm to your sides, caging your body with his. You have never felt so scared before, but not in the wrong way. Never felt so small. So powerless. Passing control to someone else shouldn't feel so easy.

"What do you think I want?" He tilts his head to one side, tempting you to answer. You bite your lips, wanting to close your eyes but keeping them locked on his. You can still pull him away, your rational part suggests. Pull him away and never see Leon Kennedy again. But do you truly want that?

"This is a trick." You place your hands on Leon's chest. Either stopping or grabbing it, you don't know. You close your eyes, shaking your head, refusing to see, to feel what is right in front of you: Leon Kennedy wants you.

You were doomed from the start as soon as you let him in. Not here, not today, but from the club. From accepting his hand, reaching out to you.

You know that getting too close to the sun could eventually burn. You have known since the first meeting that allowing Leon Kennedy into your life would be trouble. The wet dreams about him, the fact you would get jealous every time he went out for "a meal." You tried to deny for a long time, ignore, and kill those feelings that only grew stronger. Because who would be stupid enough to fall in love with an incubus?

"Open your eyes." Leon's smooth voice commands, and you still fight again, your body urging you to obey him. Tired of resisting, you open to find him just inches away from your face, his lips close enough so you can finally kiss them. "I can give you what you want. You wouldn't have to go scoping around searching for it. I can leave you breathless. I can give you all the pleasure you deserve and much more."

Leon's voice sounds like butter. This is it: you are into the incubus enchantment. You are melting inside, your hands now grabbing his hoodie.

What actually breaks you is that Leon seems to be asking for your permission. Deep down, Leon could seduce you, could make you kneel and beg for him. Instead, the silent please in his eyes, the desperation in his voice, his hand trembling against your cheek. You close your hands around his hoodie, bringing his lips into yours. It surprises you how ferocious you are kissing him, surprises you how you moan into the kiss.

Finally, your body aches relieved. Finally.

The feeling is mutual to Leon. What he never has told you is that since he met you, he knew he had to have you: he didn't know what it was about you. He had never heard of anyone of his kind falling in love (they are supposed to be the embodiment of sexual desire, anyway). The time bonding together (for more, you tried to not call that), fighting other creatures, and saving each other's asses made Leon just desire you even more. And for some strange reason, you seemed to reciprocate his feelings, too stubborn to admit.

His feelings for you made him stop feeding as much, as Leon didn't find much fun and interest in other people. Everything tasted bland and boring compared to you. It didn't help with the dreams, the horny thoughts about you getting worse and worse. Usually, jerking off would be like a small snack for Leon, but thinking about you never left him completely satisfied. He needed to have you.

And tonight, especially tonight, after another sleepless night and having another dream about you sucking him off, Leon decided to, as numerous past nights, bike around town to cool off. He would need to get home and maybe jerk off again, imagining you squirming under him, begging for him to move when he noticed your smell. His attention turned into jealousy when he saw you hugging a werewolf who clearly had sexual intentions towards you.

After seeing this, Leon turned his motorcycle around with one destination: your house. He needed to try. He needed to show you what he felt for you. And if you sent him away, well, at least he would have tried.

Your bodies are entirely in sync. You are surprised to notice Leon knows precisely where and how you desire to be touched and how you like to be kissed. You "blame" the incubus side: he is supposed to seduce you, so you give him what you want.

You fall back into your mattress, and Leon pulls away from you momentarily. You are only in your underwear, bare chest, a complete mess with your lips swollen with the kisses. Your body is vibrating for him: Leon needs to admire that. Or else he would never believe his dreams turned into reality.

"You look so beautiful." He whispers with reverence, taking his hoodie off. You are surprised to see him with no shirt on. Leon pulls his pants down, and you gulp, watching his cock spring free.

"No underwear?" You wonder, your eyes locked into his hard-on. Were all incubus supposed to be this thick and big?

"Easier that way," Leon answers, shrugging his shoulder. He kisses you again, and his hands take off the last piece of your underwear. He doesn't even know where to touch you first: your hard nipples or your sex? He is eager and somehow nervous. Leon is probably the first case of a nervous incubus in history.

"Leon?" You call his name, confused. He raises his head to meet your eyes, an emotional expression on his face. It is the first time you have called him by his name.

Leon starts paying attention to your nipples. He watches for your reaction, twisting and pinching the way that makes you moan more. You are clay under his hands; if Leon told you to run around naked, you would. At this moment time, you are no one else except his.

"Spread your legs for me."

You obey his command, feeling his hard-on against your thigh. His hands go down your belly to your sex, more wet than usual. Leon smiles, rubbing you with a fingertip to get a taste of your juice. He chuckles as you tremble, your face embarrassed.

"I have never been so wet like this," You confess.

"You never heard? Incubus charm can do that. Especially if the other one desires us back, really, really bad." You ignore the way he probably would have said meal. You can feel his breath between your tights, and your hands go into his shoulders to warn him.

"I won't last long if you do this."

"Exactly my point."

By the first touch of Leon's tongue on your needy sex, you can feel close to the orgasm. Your body is so warm, and one of your hands grabs his golden locks, keeping his head there. That only seems to thrill Leon more: He explores with his tongue up and down your sex, and you can't hold back your moans, your other hand grabbing the sheets under you. Leon hums, satisfied as he continues to savor you.

It doesn't take long for you to cum in Leon's mouth. There is a sound of approval coming from his chest as your entire body shakes under him, your eyes rolling. It had never been this strong with your past partners, you had never come this fast. You would never tell Leon that. You need a moment to relax as Leon raises his head, licking his lips.

"Delicious. Even better, what I imagined." You try to not look embarrassed as he compliments you, the warm feeling in your chest happy to hear that.

"Leon?" You call him worried.

You finally realize his eyes remain the same blue eye color. You might not know a lot about incubus sex, but one thing you know is that their eyes turn a different color when they are feeding. You had heard about red, deep red, orange, orange red-ish.

"You okay? Need more moments?"

"Why didn't you feed?" The worried tone of your voice doesn't go unnoticed by him. Leon smiles, attempting to ease your worries.

"I didn't ask for your consent. Didn't think it would be fair."

"You don't ask for consent for the others." You argue, the tone of jealousy making him chuckle. Leon lays on top of you, his arms caging you again.

"You are not like the others. You are special." Before the weight of his confession would make you run away scared, screaming for your life. Now, it makes you lock your legs around his hips, purring content.

"I am sure you say that to all others."

"No, I don't." His tone is serious. Leon starts to rub against your still-sensitive sex. He lowers down to kiss you, slowly and this time more patiently. You can taste yourself in Leon's mouth, making you wonder what Leon's taste is. When you break away, you confess in a hushed whisper you want him to feed.

You want him satisfied with you. Only you.

When Leon penetrates you slowly, to not hurt you, for more wet that your entrance is with his magic, you watch fascinated his eyes turn into a weak red. He probably had been hungry for a long time, and something inside of you told Leon that he would need much more to be fed entirely. Leon pushes all his dick inside of you, giving both a moment to calm yourself. You feel delicious wrapped around him like that: tight and warm. There would be really no one else for him after this.

"You can move now." You whisper, rubbing his face. His first thrust is gentle but still drags a sob out of you. How come Leon has found your pleasure spot so quick? It had to be luck.

Your body had never been in such sync with someone else like that before: Leon knew precisely how to move his hips, how exactly would you make you moan the loudest. It doesn't take long for you to cum again, his thrusts still gentle, hitting that specific pleasure spot you love so much repeatedly. After you cum, Leon stops, worried you might say this is over, but you lift yourself from the bed with one hand, the other holding Leon's neck so he can look at you. You demand more from him, harder, faster. That makes you scream. That the whole town knows who you belong from now.

Your consent is probably what drives him over the edge. Leon doesn't stop now, and if it wasn't for his arm holding around your shoulder to keep you in the bed, you would have fallen out with the strength of his thrusts. You sound incoherent by now, pleading for something, someone, watching Leon's eyes flicker into a stronger red. His eyes never entirely leave your face, his hips hitting against yours with a supernatural strength. You thank mentally for your genetics, or else Leon could have actually hurt you.

You both are close now, you to your third orgasm, Leon on his first one after weeks. Or months. He remembers how many times he has fapped to this vision before, your eyes rolling with your mouth parted as you begged him to not stop, to fuck you insane, never enough to completely satisfy him. But tonight, Leon is giving you all that he has gotten.

When you both come at the same time, your back arches against the bed, and your vision goes white. You scream, your body trembling under Leon's arm, holding onto his shoulders as if you are drowning in the water. Leon is your anchor now, keeping you remotely sane.

As Leon fills you up with a strangled moan of your name, Leon feels his starvation to subdue. He is still hungry as he always would be for you, but this time he is sated. Different from all the other times he had feed: different from the simple fucks he had when he was hungry. As the closest thing from an incubus could feel from love.

It takes you a few minutes to come back to reality. You blink, Leon at your side this time, his arm around you and his head resting against your shoulder. He has his eyes closed, but he isn't sleeping.

"You okay?" He asks, finally opening his eyes. They are back to their normal blue eyes, even looking more vivid.

"Yeah, I guess?" You can feel his cum in your tights leaking from your entrance. "What have you done to me?"

"I told you I would have given you what you deserved." Leon chuckles, and you hit in the arm lightly. Convinced bastard.

You sit down, wincing at the soreness in the middle of your legs. You wonder if you were entirely human if you could walk the following day. There is a small puddle of white cum in the bed, and you look at him, surprised.

"Didn't know you guys could make this much mess…"

"Only when we are entirely satisfied."

Leon lays on his back, arms lifted with his head resting against his hands, a satisfied smile on his lips like he just had the biggest meal of his entire life. And he did: you look a mess, and Leon loves being the reason for that.

"So, do you have to leave now or…?"

"Not if you don't want me," Leon answers softly.

"I don't." You confess, and Leon smiles, happy. The confused feelings in your thoughts and heart could stay for tomorrow. Now, you need a shower and change your sheets. Then cuddle with the man next to you.

"Do you guys cuddle?" You ask, sounding like an idiot, and Leon giggles again.

"I think we can. You will be my first one anyway."

First one? Before you can ask what that means, Leon gets up from the bed. You watch as the light of the night illuminates his body, marked with your love. He raises his hand.

"I can see you are overthinking. Let's worry about tomorrow when tomorrow arrives, okay?"

You nod. Sounds like the perfect plan.

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ruiniel · 2 months

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What You Choose

Fandom: Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Pairing: Rengoku Kyojuro x f!reader

Count: 2K

Rating: T (M later)

Part I

Summary: Rengoku survives the fight with Akaza, but some battles are not so straightforward.

Tags & Warnings: Rengoku lives AU, blood, injury, death, pining, angst, second person POV, demon slayer!reader, tsuguko!reader, Rengoku POV, eventual smut

Author Note: I am not OK and will never be OK about *waves hands* all that, so this is now a multichapter story.

II.

“Once again, you’re a guest in my healing ward.”

Kocho Shinobu speaks softly, as is her manner. She's seated by his bed with the afternoon sun shining gently on her features, highlighting the amethyst in her hair and eyes.

“I seem to be the only one,” Rengoku replies, looking at the empty infirmary. He’s still bedbound and can barely move his limbs. It hurts to breathe more often than not, and there’s a dull ache where his left eye used to be.

Her kind smile never falters as Kocho looks at the liquid in the syringe she’s preparing. Rengoku always admired her decision to honor her late sister this way, by holding on to that smile Kanae loved so much. After all, everyone has a keepsake of their loved ones in their heart, driving them forward. Memories, moments, words that hone one’s spirit and meld with determination, acting as a guiding light in the darkest places. He knows this all too well.

“At least you won’t be lonely during your convalescence, those three have been coming here every day, even before you’d awoken.” She giggles, seeking a vein in his arm.

Oh, of course… young Kamado… the boar lad, the yellow-haired boy. All of them gifted, resilient, and unwavering. He’d promised to train them, but…

That was… before.

Another image appears before his mind’s eye, drenched in fog—you, running towards him. He, ordering you not to interfere. “Kocho. Tell me, please. How long before I can leave this bed? What is lost, what can I regain?”

She sets the used syringe aside on a tray, then places her hands on her knees. “My, my, impatient already?”

Rengoku tries a smile of his own, though it hurts the muscles in his face. If not for the strong sedatives and painkillers administered to him since he regained consciousness, he imagines he’d be squirming in pain. “I want to self-assess myself. Besides…I have promises to keep.”

She understands. He knows she does. The Insect Hashira gazes out the window, and a small sigh leaves her chest. “Your fatal injuries have been healed by the peculiar blood demon art of young Kamado’s sister.”

He nods. Remarkable. He thought that would be his last battle, and he’d have passed without regret into the land of Yomi. Nevertheless, his gratitude is boundless.

“... your muscle and organ tissue has regenerated and there was no internal bleeding. However, there is still some damage to several vertebrae in your spine, severe trauma to your head I’ve not fully assessed yet, and you have eight fractured ribs.”

“Hah, I can feel them, too! I miscalculated by one, I thought there were seven.”

She looks his way, with that odd expression people sometimes have when he sounds unreasonably high-spirited. He supposes not everyone shares the same outlook, and that’s all well. But what use is there to bow down in dismay and accept the worst life throws my way?

“Your left eye was smashed, and irrecoverable,” Kocho goes on. “We removed it with surgery and placed an implant inside to fill the empty eye socket. The recovery period in these cases is typically a year, as now you must adapt to your monocular status. But this also depends on the individual, and… this might mean alterations to your fighting style, of course.” She rises and picks up the tray. “I’m convinced that with time, you can return to a state allowing you to perform your duties. For now, please rest, that is a foremost priority.”

My friend, you know all too well that time is never on a demon slayer’s side. “Thank you, Kocho.” She is right, though: he does feel exhausted, as though he’d climbed a mountain without rest or ever reaching the summit. Expected, though bothersome.

“We’ll do our best to help your recovery. Aoi will return later to change your bandages,” Kocho adds.

Rengoku turns his head as Kocho greets someone on her way out, and sees you, standing in the doorway. “Hello.”

“Hello.”

“You heard?”

You nod, nearing the bed. “Ms. Kocho told me of it all while you were asleep.”

“I’m sorry.”

You tilt your head in bemusement. “What ever for?”

“Because, I won’t be able to help with your training for a while.”

You’ve been at his side often. While in a coma, even if he couldn’t react, even if his body wouldn’t listen, he knew you were there. The thought is a warm one, a foreign sensation: different from the heat bursting in his body during a fight. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t look forward to your visits even now, to see how you’re faring, to hear the latest news on the Corps.

“No,” your voice brings him out of his thoughts, “but that does mean I can help you. When you’re ready, that is,” you add quickly. “With rehabilitation training.”

“Of course!” The fatigue in his body is stubborn, clinging to him like heavy wet wool. “And… I don’t believe I’ve told you this yet: I’m happy you returned safely.”

You look away, appearing utterly miserable. It confuses him. Rengoku’s seen that shadow in his father’s eyes countless times, so often he can’t stand it: self-loathing.

“Forgive me, Master. I should have been able to do more, after all you strived to teach me. I… I could barely be of any use.”

But you were there, you helped protect all those people. You did your part. “You were unflinching, fast, and aided those who needed it precisely like I taught you. You are rank Kinoe, and what's your demon kill count?”

“Thirty-two.”

“There… now that I think about it, even without further guidance from me or anyone else, you’ll make Hashira soon! Our numbers are dwindling while demon activity increases. You’ve seen it. This is a struggle that needs all of us.” Rengoku pauses. The word ‘need’ felt odd coming from his mouth. But the statement is true. Why does it feel incomplete when he says it to your face?

You look down at your hands. “How can you do it?”

He blinks, frowning. “Do what?”

“Be so supportive and encouraging even when you’re lying broken in an infirmary bed. Sometimes… sometimes you are so very strange, Master.”

You do say that to him often, though less so than before. A smile trembles on your lips—it took you a long time to smile again, he recalls.

“I merely speak the truth…” He can barely stay awake. The slow drip of liquid in the IV infusion is magnified, drowning out all other sounds, and your face becomes hazy as he drifts away.

Three years prior

The path of blood leads straight into the farmhouse, looking as though someone had been dragged inside by force.

His eyes narrow, and he centers his breaths as he walks forward with his blade drawn. The silence of the glade is eerie, the reek of decay nauseating in the heat of this humid summer.

Soon, he stands on the threshold. Two, there might be two of them. Near the farmhouse is a toolshed, he’ll look there next. Rengoku covers his mouth with his sleeve, eyes closing in pain.

The bodies lie there, some with scattered limbs. This was a family, no doubt about it. The brutality of the mutilation makes his stomach turn, but Rengoku steels his resolve, extending his senses for any hint of the entity’s presence: there is none. He sheathes his katana and enters the space proper. Three hours until dawn.

He descends to one knee, finding the fireplace in the middle is out, but the ashes are still warm. The tatami mats are sticky and stained dark. This all transpired recently. He reaches out a hand, touches an inert arm: not yet cold. Too late, I am too late. But I’ll find you, wherever you are, you damn beasts.

It’s only due to his reflexes, honed with endless hours of training, that he turns around fast enough, leaping backward before the descending attack.

At first, he thinks it’s the demon, his katana at the ready.

“Don’t you dare touch them!”

He pauses, nearly too late in avoiding the second strike. A girl’s voice, a human’s heartbeat. His arm shoots out, catching the wooden staff in a strong grip.

You’re panting, eyes wild and glimmering in the moonlit night. “Let—go!”

“Wait, I’m not an enemy!” he says, taking a better look at you, still holding your makeshift weapon even as you try to wrest it from his hand.

“How do I know that! Demon!” Your voice is hoarse. Half your face is caked in drying blood, and there must be multiple injuries on your body judging by the torn clothing and the widening dark stains.

“I’m not a demon,” he speaks calmly but urgently. “I hunt them. Please, they may still be close.”

You jerk your chin towards a corner of the room. “I had him… I don’t need you. Get out of my home!” you yell, more desperate with each word. “Get out, get out, get out!”

Another body lies there in the dark, slitted pupils dark against its milky eyes. The head had been nearly completely crushed. Rengoku freezes in disbelief. You did this? Alone? “Wait, you don’t understand, there’s another—”

A loud crash severs his words as the ceiling collapses, and he barely has time to leap forward, catch you in his arms, and throw himself outside. He rolls onto the ground, pain erupting in his left shoulder with the impact. When he opens his eyes you’re there, safely held against him, face tearstained and body rigid with shock.

But there’s no time to explain further—he feels it. The gurgle of inhuman hunger as a figure emerges from the wreckage of the farmhouse, eyes fixed on them. It does not speak, but growls in hunger; it must be of the feral kind, no reasoning left as the transformation rotted its memories.

Rengoku rises, changing his stance. “Stand back,” he urges, looking over his shoulder at you as you struggle with your own body. He looks back ahead, grinds his teeth, his breathing attuned to his thought.

First Form: Unknowing Fire.

It doesn’t last long. He’s been running from mission to mission, dispensing with different kinds of fiends, and this was yet another run in a long chain that will only end with his own life.

Once the head is removed, the battle is over. Sometimes there is someone left to check on after the fact; often, there isn’t. But now, Rengoku hurries towards you, descending and slipping a hand under your back, aiding you to sit. “Where are you hurt?”

“Thank you,” you say instead, eyes glazing over. He hopes the Kakushi will get here soon. You point towards your ruined home. “Set it ablaze… please.”

“Hey, hey, stay awake!” Rengoku urges even as your body turns heavier and your eyes roll back.

He expected this to come. Kneeling and with his forehead pressed to the ground he sits still, prostrated before the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps.

A voice like the lull of spring reaches him, setting his worries aside. In his heart, he thinks he’s done what is right.

“Rank Kinoe Rengoku Kyojuro, you are summoned to explain why you have brought a non-combatant to headquarters, instead of having the Kakushi transport them to a civilian hospital.”

“Master, the girl shows extraordinary potential. Her family has been murdered by demons, and yet she managed to fell one before I arrived, alone, despite grievous wounds and bloodloss. Forgive me if I overstepped, but I believe…”

“Go on.”

“I believe once her body heals and her focus returns, she will join the fight. I believe she will want to. If I'm wrong, I accept all consequences.”

“You sound fairly convinced of this, young Rengoku,” says Ubuyashiki Kagaya. “Though there is no reason to know for certain one way or the other.”

He stays quiet, his heart raging in his chest. It will all depend on you, of course. You may want to have nothing to do with this.

“But… you’ve not failed us thus far. I will allow it.”

“Gratitude, Master.” And then, almost in the same breath, “If she chooses this, I will guide her myself.”

TBC

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bcyhoods · 3 months

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could I request [ rest ] sender lays their head on receiver's shoulder and falls asleep there with shy!reader and steeb? 🫶🏼

posting this before the scary lady in my head tells me to delete it! ily thank you for the req <33 | 0.9k gn!reader

“I am not tired, Steve.”

It was a complete lie, and he looked at you with a poorly-concealed grin like he knew it, too. The inside of his cheek is bitten between his molars, lips still curling up at the ends, and it makes you want to sink into the cushions of the loveseat.

Steve never gets enough credit for how observant he is. It really only increases tenfold when it comes to you, so he knew you were sleepy as soon as you crossed the threshold into Nancy’s apartment. He noticed every abnormally slow blink, every stretch and readjustment of your posture, every swallowed-down yawn. He knows you too well.

An arm is thrown over your shoulders as he dips his head to speak quietly into your ear. “Are you sure? ‘Cause we can leave whenever you want.”

When you lean back to look at him, his eyes rake over every feature of your face. The pools of honey make the journey from your lips, across your nose and cheeks, to finally land on your own eyes. Any mischief you thought you’d find in his gaze is replaced by something much sweeter, softer. His arm slithers from its place around your shoulders so that he can cup the back of your neck, gently massaging the knots so that your shoulders relax.

You can feel your heartbeat in your throat. You can smell the licorice candy still on his tongue.

It almost made you concede. Almost.

While you would’ve loved nothing more than to leave and spend the rest of the evening hidden underneath the covers with Steve, it felt too much like an imposition. It’s only so often that everyone’s free at the same time, you don't really want anyone to suffer at the hands of your lethargy.

And the implication that you were bailing on movie night for other reasons would earn groans and whistles that you don’t think you’d ever live down.

A nervous giggle bubbles up as you push at his chest with your growingly clammy hands. “I promise. I couldn’t be more awake.”

“Really? That true?”

“Mhm.”

He challenges you with a hum of his own, furrowing his brows to look more stern. But that same infectious grin from earlier threatens to crack and spill the fondness underneath the surface. When you nod, with a cute big smile on your face, he’s a goner. He leans over to press a kiss into your hairline and pull you closer into his side before turning back to the tv.

You think he’s given up. It was just one movie, it really wasn’t supposed to be that difficult.

But then his fingers kept brushing shapes and swirls into the exposed skin of your arm. In between the occasional forehead kiss, he’d whisper his commentary into your hair. At some point he’d picked up your legs and thrown them over his lap — something that lit a fire in your chest and had the flames licking your face. Then he’d started scratching your back, caressing your calves.

It was all his fault. Your head just inevitably became too heavy to bear on your own, and now you’re effectively drooling on his shoulder.

Steve is having a really hard time holding in the I told you so that sits so impatiently on the tip of his tongue. But he’s managing. Equal parts because he thinks you’re adorable and because he wants you to be fully cognizant when he says it.

“Baby,” he coos, pushing strands of hair out of your face. A quiet noise of acknowledgement comes from your mouth, but you only push further into his hold. Steve’s face starts to burn at the snickers from the kids that you’re blissfully unaware of. At the moment, anyway. He tries again, “Baby, the movie’s over. Ready to go?”

You stir, rubbing at your eyes with the heels of your palms. “Huh?”

“The movie ended.”

“Oh,” you reply lamely, still disoriented. It isn’t until you see Robin and Eddie’s smirks of amusement from across the floor that an anchor of embarrassment sinks into your stomach. You lift your head up and immediately wipe at the dampness on the corner of your mouth.

“Good morning,” Steve pokes fun. He tries to rub soothing circles into your back, but it’s entirely too overwhelming, and it makes you move to sit properly and hide in your hands.

“I’m so sorry, Steve. I swear I didn’t mean to fall asleep, but I was just so drowsy, and now you have drool on your shirt and it’s…it’s so embarrassing, I'm sorry.”

He chuckles, “Hey, no it’s not.” He decides to double down when you stay quiet, “I promise, it’s not. Don’t be sorry.” His voice is soft, touch gentle as his hand rests on your knee.

You turn to peek at him through the space between your fingers and just as you suspected. His smile is easy. Warmth radiates off of every bit of his being and it makes your embarrassment slowly begin to melt away. Your hands fall into your lap and reach out for his own, intertwining your fingers.

“You know I would’ve taken us home, right?” He asks. The word home slips from his mouth so easily that it makes your heart bang relentlessly against your rib cage.

You bite your lower lip to contain the smile that mirrors his own. “Yeah, I know…that’s why I didn’t tell you.”

“Wh…That’s fair.”

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pathetic-sapphic · 8 months

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Hi! Is it ok if I request the arcane women (any you want) with a fem s/o with anxiety? How would they comfort her and support her?

If u don’t wanna write this, feel free to ignore my request. Thank you! Love your work 💓

Arcane women with a S/O who has anxiety

VI is, at first, not the best at picking up the initial signs of your anxiousness. If she sees you fidgeting or bouncing your leg, she'll only think you're being impatient or having difficulty staying put for a while. It's not until an incident occurs where she gets badly hurt that she realizes just how much you worry about her every time she goes out. You cry as you bandage her up, shakily asking her what were you supposed to do if she never comes back one day and telling her how much it scares you. From that day onward, Vi makes an effort to let you know her schedule, and when she plans to come back home, and overall just tries to show you that she's there for you whenever you need her.

Hey hey, look at me, baby. It's okay, no need to cry. I'm fine, see? So don't be sad, I wasn't hurt that bad, just a couple of bruises, is all. Why are you so upset? Really? Oh babe, I am so sorry, I had no idea you worried this much. I promise from now on I'll be more careful and I'll always come back home to you okay? Good, now tell me what else has been bothering you, does this happen often? I'm here for you if you ever need anything, you can confide in me, baby.

CAITLYN is extremely observant and has a very calming presence. Whenever she notices your anxiety flare up, she makes sure to take hold of your hand and, if you aren't home, asks you if you wish to leave. She'd be more than happy to set up and pay for a therapist if you wished to go to one. She is ready to do absolutely anything to help you, as long as you're comfortable. She is very insistent on talking things out with you because she wants to learn what makes you feel safe and what doesn't. Betters her communication with you so that you worry less and confide in her more.

It's okay darling, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I just hate seeing you so anxious and hurt all the time. If you wish, I could arrange a consultation appointment with a therapist? I'll go with you if that'll make it easier and maybe they'll help me understand better so that I can then help you! But there's no pressure, my love, take as much time as you need to think about it. In the meantime, you can always count on me to be there for you, you just have to talk to me, alright? Good girl, come here and let me hold you for a bit.

JINX only wants to see you with a smile on your face and having the time of your life, so she'll do anything she can to help you. One thing she discovered that helps is when you vent out your worries about the future; the what-ifs and all the scenarios that might go wrong. She listens to you closely and reassures you why that won't happen. Girlie will make charts and hold a whole presentation just to beat your anxieties. She is a very intelligent and logical person so she presents her case well and you have no other option than to trust your sweet girlfriend.

Okay, toots, tell me what's bothering you and I'll tell you why that pretty brain of yours is wrong! I have all the credentials I need to make my case and I passed all the requirements! What were the requirements? Uhh, being your girlfriend? And I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who fills that place out so c'mon tell me what's got you so fidgety. I know you think it seems silly but I know better than anyone not to judge you for the silly things your brain is trying to make you believe. You're always there for me trinket, let me do the same for you.

SEVIKA understands these feelings as she is someone who carries a lot of responsibilities and burdens on her shoulders. But because of her reputation and the threatening image she needs to maintain, she learned early how to bottle these emotions up and deal with them with the help of unhealthy habits (such as smoking and drinking). She doesn't want the same thing to happen to you. In her eyes, you still hold onto the innocence and good in your heart so she will help you as much as she can. She learns how to comfort you through words and uses her fondness for physical touch to reassure you that she's always by your side. Despite the rough and tough image she shows to everyone, Sevika has a huge soft spot for you and will treat you with nothing short of respect and kindness.

Okay babygirl, tell me what's wrong? Nuh-uh, don't even try pretending that nothing is wrong, I can feel your nervousness from all the way over here. Come, sit next to me, you don't have to tell me what's going on if you don't want to but let me just hold you for a bit. Just to calm you down a little. There, doesn't that feel better? You're safe here with me, I'll never let anything hurt you. I love you so much babygirl, never forget that.

MEL is another person who experiences her fair share of doubts and anxieties but cannot show them due to her position. That's why she swears she'll make sure your experience is different. She is aware that you may not feel comfortable completely entrusting yourself to her so she, like Caitlyn, will offer to arrange a therapy appointment for you. Because of her work, Mel is often absent and cannot spend nearly as much time by your side as she wishes. Instead, she always tries to communicate with you through letters and little gifts. You are also permitted to visit her office whenever you wish. There's a special corner of her office designed just for you and your comfort so that you can keep her company when both of you are busy but crave each other's presence.

Ah hello, my love. It's wonderful to see you. No, no, you could never bother me, don't you worry. Is something wrong? Ah, you just missed me, are you sure that's all? If there's something wrong, you know you can always tell me, right? Okay, good, well since you made the effort to come all the way over here, why don't you stay for a bit? Marvelous, go and sit down darling, I'll have someone bring us some coffee and I'll be right there with you. I love you too, I'm glad you came to seek me out.

a/n: i might make a post with the same prompt but with male characters, if that's okay with anon ofc :)

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mioyeo · 1 year

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Watch your back: chapter 6

Once you don’t value what you have someone else learns how to take care of what used to be yours

Synopsis : 8 men supposed to give her all the love they promised end up leaving her behind without a valid reason

Pairing : girlfriend Reader x PolyAteez !

Warnings : this chapter contains mentions of, arguing with San , yelling , San blaming reader , lots of crying , Rin being exposed , assault , miscarriage , panic attacks , fake tears , etc Please reminding me if I forgot something

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This series is going to be posted together with the Psychiatric series, which means one chapter after another

I decided that this series will be posted every Wednesdays from now on but I may also post chapters again even if it’s not on these days

Word count: 2,2k

" No , She's sleeping peacefully "

The boy looked at the girl that rested her cheek on his chest while clutching onto his shirt

' is she sleeping fine , did they give her the sleeping meds like yesterday ? '

" Yeah they had her take the pills before putting her to sleep so I've been laying down with her for a while now "

San brushed her hair back and he caressed her face softly while Seonghwa talked on the phone with him

' When are you coming home Rin has been impatiently waiting for you to return'

" You know that whenever we leave she's going to cry again and have these panic attacks "

He sighed and shook his head

' She just went trough so much San you need to understand that '

" At first I always felt bad but now it's getting too overwhelming , I can't barely leave without her starting to wail my name like a kid "

' Maybe she feels lonely that's all '

" I know , but this constant crying is tiring me out , I don't always want to hear cry whenever I walk in "

She stirred and clung tightly onto his shirt making him sigh

' I don't know why she does that, but try not to make her feel bad'

" Seonghwa, I'm literally the only one she's always shedding tears with at this point I don't think it's normal anymore "

He heard Seonghwa sigh on the other line, he himself couldn't understand what was bothering Y/n so much lately, the first week of her being at the hospital were calm since she pretty much just didn't talk or just slept in their embrace

" I need to leave in a minute anyways so I can take a bath and relax at home, look this bed is uncomfortable and I'm tired of being here you know how much I despise hospitals "

' Just stay a little more '

" No Seonghwa, I'm tired I have a life too I can't just stay the whole day here and doing nothing other than cuddle her "

Y/n opened her eyes slowly and her lips already started wobbling

" I need to hang up she woke up and it started again , yes you know what I mean bye "

He ended the call and looked at her as she sobbed quietly

" A-Am I holding you back from living your life right now San ? am I that much of a bother?"

She looked up to him with her teary eyes as he wiped the tears away and kissed her nose

" No baby listen-"

" I-I don't want you to always complain whenever you're here "

" What do you even mean "

He looked up at her with his brows furrowed as he detached himself off her so he could put on his shoes and jacket

" I hear how you always complain to the others about me whenever you stay here for some hours , I never asked you to do this other than stay with me especially because it was our child that I lost recently "

She wiped her face and sniffed as he looked at her with a scowl

" And you're only telling me that now ?! "

He yelled in disbelief making her flinch

" I didn't tell you that I missed my period because you didn't care and just brushed it off the last time we had a pregnancy scare "

The boy groaned and approached her

" Do you know what you just did ?! You prevented me from protecting my first child , my first joy and happiness as a father don't you feel ashamed of keeping something like this away from me ? all of us "

" This is not my fault that I got assaulted having it cost my child's life! "

" If you had told me we'd make sure you were doing fine always! "

He raised his voice as she sat there with tears unable to make them stop

" Do you know how much it hurts to know I lost my first child and everything a first time dad could do because you were so stupid to not close the door properly ? "

" I never left the damn door open! I don't know what they told you but it's not true "

" You're trying to deny it now ? , if it weren't for Rin that cared so much about you even though you're always mean to her and call ambulance you'd be dead from how beaten up you were "

She chuckled and starred at him in disbelief

" So it was her that fabricated all this madness of stories so she could look good "

" Don't try to blame her when she literally saved your ungrateful ass ! "

San approached Y/n and grabbed her shoulders forcefully as he shook her

" Why should I be grateful for someone who did this in the first place! She's the one you should blame for our child not making it "

She cried out pushing his hands away from her

" Your princess and her friends did this to me , you should be glad that I didn't sue her for attempted murder and tort ! "

" Stop blaming others for your own actions , you left the door open that's why someone came in and hurt you "

" Are you acting dumb or are you genuinely dumb Choi San ? , why would someone assault me for leaving my own house door open if that where the case ? This is the most unrealistic thing someone could ever tell "

" You know what's strange ?, the way you always despised her since day one now it makes sense you're just trying to get us to break up with her "

He chuckled and brushed his hair back as he looked at her in disappointment

" Why would I get along with someone that has been doing nothing but hurt me this whole time? , I've endured so much already I just can't hurt my discomfort anymore "

" It's not our fault we fell in love with her and you know that , that's just how humans are "

" I've been through thick and thin already and I think it's time for a change , I've had so many people willing to give me their love but I've always been so blindly stupid to realize that how you guys treat me is just not how someone should be treated in a relationship "

She slowly stood up and clutched her hospital gown while walking towards San who looked at her speechless

" I won't tell myself anymore that I am the issue every single day I wake up , I'm tired of shedding tears and feeling insecure about myself even though I shouldn't "

With tears she tried pushing him out towards the door but he grabbed her arms and made her look at him

" Do you think I'll just let you leave?"

" Stop trying to gaslight me with your sweet talk San , you know how much I don't like that now go just like how you wanted to a few minutes ago since I wail to much like a baby "

" You can't just drop these bomb news on me and expect me to leave "

" I don't care I'm to fed up right now to even make you believe me "

" How will I believe something without proof ? What do you want me to do ?! Go and beat up Rin until she tells something she didn't do ? "

The girl teared up and pushed him away from her once again

" I just told you that in despair for you just to believe me once in a life time maybe watch out because of how fake she is San ! "

" Stop talking about her like that , she's the most sweetest person I have ever seen and the most fragile one too she'd never be capable of beating someone like this "

He sighed loudly and looked around trying to calm himself, since he didn't want to yell again

" She had her two friends beat me up as she laughed and filme-"

" Enough ! Y/n stop making up things you don't even sound like you know what you're talking about at this point you're doing to much ,j-just stop ok ? I get it you don't like her the tiniest bit but just don't blame her for your mistakes , you're just saying anything at this point, I wish I could believe you baby I do but I can't seem to wrap my head around this "

" Fuck San what do you mean my mistakes?! Is me losing our baby my mistake? "

" I can't stand looking at you right now, I'll tell Seonghwa to come and stay with you "

San stared at her apologetic and left the room letting her cry to yourself

The girl sighed as the violent sharp pain rushed through her chest as she cried making her feel nauseous and hold on onto the bed rails

She was so tired of the whole situation , it made her question if she was really the one at fault , because if she didn't smash Rin's face into that damn cake she'd be at home now

Watching first time mom vlogs and secretly buying neutral baby clothes while building up the courage to tell San that she was expecting

But now everything was gone because she was stupid enough to let them provoke her

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" How about we have dinner outside today "

Rin back hugged Jongho who was currently washing the dishes because Seonghwa went out to stay with Y/n

" We'll have to wait for San to come back home , and speaking of him it's been like three hours since he had to be home already "

" Maybe he needs sometime for himself? I mean he's been having it hard because of what happened to Y/n lately "

He sighed and nodded before drying his hands and smiling at her

" I'm thankful that you arrived home and called the ambulance on time "

The girl smiled nervously gulping

" I-I'm glad I found her , I was so scared "

" Everything is ok now don't worry "

She felt him hug and rub her back , it was to much she honestly cursed herself for even telling Yeongja and Iseul to deal with her

What would happen if the boys found out ? She be definitely done for

Her whole dream of being a model would literally shatter if Y/n decides to sue her , the boys could break up with her or kick her out

“ Ay is everything alright ? Ive been talking to you for about five minutes ”

Jongho looked at her concerned

“ A-Ah I’m sorry I’ve been thinking about Y/n and how much pain she must be in no- ”

The front door suddenly opened revealing a distressed San

“ Rin ! ”

He removed his shoes and stormed towards the kitchen to look inside

“ W-Why would you do that to her ? ”

“ What are you talking about San ”

Jongho asked confused as San approached them shaking

“ Rin and her friends assaulted Y/n making her loose our child that day ”

The younger immediately let go of her and frowned

“ San do you know how big this accusation is ?”

“ I just met Iseul outside her workplace and she told me , I just don’t understand why you would do that ”

Rin bit her inner cheek as the other guys started crowding the kitchen looking just as confused as Jongho was when San walked in

“ What is going on here , why is he yelling? ”

Mingi went closer and looked at San that was shedding tears of disappointment

“ Rin and her friends where the ones that did that to Y/n , because of whatever happened between them that day I lost my first child and even blamed it on her for allegedly leaving the door open even though she didn’t ! ”

“ Rin is what San is saying the truth? ”

They all stared at her waiting for an answer

“ I just got mad because she said that you will never love me like you love her , a-and I didn’t hit her it was Yeongja and Iseul who said they where going to deal with her for being rude , I never wanted them to do it ! I never wanted this to happen”

She stuttered and teared up

“ Still you should’ve told us and not lie ”

San hissed and left towards his room and slammed the door shut

“ What you did was really dangerous , what if she died that day from how intense you guys beat her to the point she also had a miscarriage? I’m so disappointed in you Rin ”

“ Yeosang I’m sorry ”

Wooyoung and Yunho left the room without saying anything further other than saying how disappointed they were

“ You’re glad Hongjoong and Seonghwa are not here because they would be so mad at you ”

Everyone else left leaving Mingi with the crying girl that didn’t even look at him

“ Look , it will take a while for San to even look at you but I’ll talk to the boys so they won’t tell Hwa and Joong about this , promise you will apologize to Y/n as soon as she’s discharged ”

“ I-I promise , do they hate me ? ”

“ No don’t worry about it I got this ”

He sighed and left , making Rin stop crying and muffle her screaming

“ Wait until I see you tomorrow Iseul "

Rin scoffed and stormed into her room angrily

Now that San was mad at her imagine how Seonghwa would react she didn’t even want to think about Hongjoong’s reaction

They would fry her alive if they found out

She frustratedly searched for her pack of cigarettes and opened her window after locking her door

“ I’ll just need to make Y/n shut up I can’t afford the agency bawling out on me ”

Blowing off the smoke in the air she tapped her feet angrily

One thing she was sure was that she never expected it to come to light this fast or how fast her friend would rat her out

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The Syndicate - Chapter 3: Soft Hearted Criminal

Pairings: Choi San X Female Reader, Park Seonghwa X Female Reader, Ateez X Female Reader

Summary: Y/N is a Detective with a promising future in the police department until she's kidnapped by the infamous mafia boss Choi San and from him, she learns the dark secrets her superior has been hiding the whole time so she teams up with him in order to put a stop to it.

Genre: Lots of angst, Romance, Crime Fiction, Psychological Drama

Word Count: 6k

Tags/Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Language, Graphic Violence, Mentions of Illegal activities (i.e Kidnapping, extortion, assassination etc.), y/n gets roughed up by Wooyoung like twice , Slow Burn, Fluff sometimes, Work In Progress, Non-Idol AU, Mafia AU, Very suggestive at times, y/n cries alot, y/n having inner turmoil, Ateez being bad boys, Wooyoung and Yeosang are a little mean in this story tbh, Guns, Gunshot wounds, Assassination attempt(s) ,mentions death and acts of violence

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Author's Note 💌 : I was supposed to post this in the beginning of August but I ended up getting a little impatient so I'm posting it now lol so I hope you guys enjoy this chapter despite how slow it is, I promise the really good chapters are coming soon! -N

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The next day after mindlessly sitting there bored out of my mind I hear a light knock on the door only to see Seonghwa quietly opening the door. He gives me a small smile and mouths the words “Hey” Funnily enough I’m happy to see a criminal keep his word and not lie for once but it also doesn’t mean that I’m completely fond of the guy. Although I guess I can say so far from what he’s shown me I can mildly trust him enough to want to see him again just so I don’t get bored. “You kept your promise..” He presses his finger on his lips and says in a low voice “I told you I’d be back. I came here for a bit because I wanted to make sure you were okay.” I dryly laugh “Oh wow I- Yeah. I’m alright, a bit sore but I��m fine.” He looks at the ground for a few seconds then his gaze meets mine with a small friendly smile “So I brought you a book, I don’t know if you like to read or not but I thought maybe you’d want something to read while you’re here.” He reaches into his jacket and hands me a book, the title being “Dracula”. A smile grows onto my features admiring the cover of the book and back at Seonghwa “Thank you, I was being driven insane in here not having anything to do.” He lowers his voice “When you’re done just let me know and I can bring you another one.” He glances down at his phone looking at the time then he looks back at me slightly disappointed “I have to go now, I’m sorry it was too fast. Maybe next time I’ll be here a little while longer I don’t want San to-” There's a sudden knock at the door in which Seonghwa and I look at each other in shock. “Detective-” San enters the room and looks at both of us then back at Seonghwa “Uh? Aren’t you supposed to be out?” Seonghwa hurriedly gets up “Oh yes, my apologies I was just here dropping a book off for the Detective. She seemed bored so I thought maybe she’d like something to read.” He hums and walks over towards Seonghwa gently patting his shoulder “Make sure not to forget about the other person I told you about.” San glances at Seonghwa with a knowing glance. What was that about? Then again I don’t expect them to tell me anything, I am the prisoner here anyway. Seonghwa gets up and nods “No worries I haven’t forgotten I’ll let you know what I find..” Seonghwa looks at me with a half smile and exits the room leaving San and I alone.

“Good afternoon Detective, are you doing okay?” I shrug “I guess, I’m just sore. Jongho came by earlier this morning to give me some pain killers so I’m okay right now.” San fixes one of his rolled up sleeves. “That’s great to hear that you’re being taken care of.“ I stare at my lap not wanting to meet San’s eyes “It would be nicer if I could be let go.” San chuckles “Sorry Detective, but I can’t. Not until that issue with your superior is fixed” Of course he can’t, his revenge is his priority. “So you’re forcing me to stay just because you say so? What? Do you want me to get to know you or something too?” He shrugs “I don’t know about that, but if I'm being honest I think you know far more about me than I even know about myself.” I scoff ”That’s not true.” San lifts my chin up and looks me in the eye walking up dangerously close in front of me “You think I didn’t read all your reports and the file you have on me? You specifically stated my height and the previous homes that my family and I have lived in, including the ones before my dad became wealthy. Not many people know about my childhood home, the very detailed reports on the crime scenes I’ve been involved in just tells me that you dedicated most of your time investigating me.” Okay, I have a hard copy of his file on hand but I totally forgot I also have one in the database too just in case. Fuck, so that’s how he read it. I turn my face away and grumble ”I’m just doing my job, it’s not because you’re interesting or anything.” He chuckles “i see, well your obsession with me says otherwise.” I snap my head in his direction and raise my eyebrow “Excuse me? My only obsession is to put you in jail.” He smiles and leans in a few inches away from me “If you think you can do it, go for it. From where you’re sitting though I’d like to see you try.” I glare at him and swing my handcuffed fists at him, and without any struggle he catches my fists in mid air with his hand “If you want to hurt me you might want to be a little faster than that.” His gaze going from an amused one to a darker expression. Did I really forget who this man is? Choi San, the man wrecking havoc not only here in Ulwood but in my life as of now. The man who gets to choose what my fate is and here I am trying to hit him. So smart y/n.

I nervously swallow and lower my fists onto my lap “I-I’m sorry.” He lets out an exasperated sigh and runs his hand through his dark hair “How about we start over?” I awkwardly force a smile “Oh, uh okay.” What is wrong with me?! If I piss him off the only way I'm getting out of here is dead. “That doesn’t mean to be awkward, just be yourself.” How am I supposed to be myself when I’m literally in fear of whether or not he’s going to do something to me? Gosh, I’m going to have to just play along. I awkwardly lean back onto the headboard behind me “Fine. Why are you getting so comfortable?” San sits next to me and gives me a dimpled smile “Why not?” I nervously laugh “I mean I’m sorry but seeing you get so comfortable on my bed is just off putting.” I fidget with the chain on my handcuffs feeling the coolness of the metal between my fingers. San responds “You’re right, I guess it is kind of weird for a cop to see the criminal they’re after’s humanity.” The humanity in San? You’d think the man lost that long ago seeing his file. “Yeah, but I guess we can both learn from each other.” I force a smile and continue “So, um, What about your role model? Do you have one?” He glances at me amusingly “Wow detective these questions- Do you usually talk to people like this or?” Unable to cross my arms because of the handcuffs I roll my eyes “You literally kidnapped me, how am I supposed to talk to you like I'm not your whole ass prisoner?” San scoots closer towards me “I make you nervous don’t I?” There he goes again acting like that. “What? No, you just annoy me.” He looks deep into my eyes smirking, my ears and cheeks feeling very warm “ Hm, I don’t? Then why are your cheeks bright red?” He asks with a hint of playfulness in his voice. I thickly swallow and shake my head “No reason, it’s just really warm in here.” He chuckles “Oh, is it?”

He reaches over and pushes a strand of hair behind my ear “You’re very pretty Detective.” His cat like eyes turn into crescents when he smiles causing my heart to begin to race “Thank you” I respond trying to pass off unaffected by his charm but utterly failing. He gently brushes his fingers against the bruise left on my cheek making me slightly pull away. He gives me a slightly sad expression and sighs “I wish things would have turned out different and I didn’t have to resort to this type of thing.” Nervously I reach over to gently set my hand on his forearm, as annoying as he is now's my chance. “You know you can stop this right? Just let me go and I will see everything you need to be taken care of will happen, I’ll make sure to have the charges against you dropped.” He looks down at my hand holding his arm then looks back at me “No, I just wish it wasn’t you who has to go through this but unfortunately your partner wasn’t enough to bring Lee's attention or it would have been him who would have been taken.” I blink slightly taken aback and he continues “So, I’m sorry Detective. I just have to do this for my father because as an answer to your question from earlier, my father is my role model.. I know he probably wouldn’t have agreed with how I’m handling it but to me it’s what makes sense considering that bastard’s lack of loyalty towards my father. ” He’s crazy, but unfortunately I understand where he’s coming from. “I get it, but don’t you think he’ll be humiliated even more if he gets arrested? I’d like to add that in prison he’ll be a constant target because he’s a former cop.” San smiles “I’ll think about it” He’s lying, he’s just trying to change the subject.

“You know, I don’t know you on a personal level despite how much I know about you on file but what I do know is right now your hand is being forced. I know you don’t want to do any of this.” Maybe playing good cop as much as I can will help. He looks at the ground almost like he’s lost in thought “Yeah, something like that but not quite.” I lean in a little closer in hopes he hears me a little better “So tell me, is the Choi San you show the world the same one at home with his family, or is he different?” He glances up at me meeting my eyes “Actually, he’s different. I’ll go as far to admit that I have several versions of myself. How the world around me sees me, how my family and those closest to me see me, and lastly how I truly am.” I’m not surprised but that’s honestly sad. He probably had big shoes to fill when he took over for his father. “I see, so who is the true Choi San then? Is he kind?” Let’s see if I can get him to open up a little more. He nods “He is actually. I’m just normal, I’m nothing special. I only took over because I had to, Wooyoung suggested it would be good for my character since he thought I was too nice sometimes. Unfortunately after I took over I was not only under my family’s pressure but also under our allies’ pressure to continue to be just as equally harsh if not more than my father. I knew from the moment I took over that handling things peacefully was no longer an option out fear that my lack of experience would make them think they could just walk all over me.” I can tell he’s holding back, he doesn’t want to just say it. I can see why it would be hard for him to admit. “So what you’re saying is that the reason your crimes are so violent and harsh is because you’re under inmense pressure by the people who surround you to be more like your father, not because you want to right?” Gosh, I just feel so bad for him. That must be a heavy burden to carry all by himself. “Yes, kind of.” I press my lips into a smile “Well, just know you can always talk to me as long as I’m here. I’ll listen to you, I know it seems ironic with me being a cop and all but I guess since I’m here it doesn’t really count since I can’t really do anything..” He reaches over and removes my handcuffs “You’re right, you’re just a normal girl behind that detective facade you put up.” I get up and stretch my arms and legs “And you’re a regular guy hiding behind the mask of an evil mafia kingpin” He smirks “You’re very poetic Detective.”

He reaches over for my hand and pulls me to sit down again only he doesn’t let go of my hand and just holds it “You know, I don’t think I was supposed to you all of that.” I shake my head “Don’t worry, I’m not going to use anything against you if that’s what you’re thinking.” He lets go of my hand and slightly narrows his eyes “Okay, so how do you do it?” I furrow my brows “Uh, what do you mean? Do what?” Is he catching on? Oh gosh “You know, get people to feel so comfortable around you. Is that a cop technique or something?” It's not what I thought he was going to ask but what a relief. “Honestly I just treat people like humans, that’s it there's really no trick there.” From the corner of my eyes I notice him intently watching me and as much as I don't want to admit this, looking at his general direction is making me really shy, I feel like I shouldn't be looking at him "You are very sweet considering the type of situation you're in." I dryly laugh "You know being mean won't do me any favors and the last thing I want is for me to have to deal with Wooyoung or worse, a pissed off San. So I'd rather not." He chuckles, why is he looking at me like that? He's supposed to be my enemy why is it making me feel this way. “ Didn't you just now try to beat me with your fists and you say I'm the scary one?" I roll my eyes playfully while gently patting his shoulder "Yeah, well I'm not the criminal here sir." He blinks " What? So am I really that scary?” I nod letting out a nervous laugh “Yeah, most of my colleagues would always tell me how they’d be terrified if they ever had to face you.” San’s tongue touches the inside of his cheek looking a bit satisfied “Ah, so does that include you?” I press my lips into a straight line and I shrug “As long as you’re not pissed.” He gives me a dimpled smile and reaches over to pat my head “You don’t need to worry about that then, I really like talking to you so I doubt you’ll ever piss me off enough for me to react like that.” So as long as I’m good or Captain Lee doesn’t fuck everything up then I should be good. Stay on his good side. He lays down patting next to him “Lay with me” I thickly swallow “Um, may I ask why?” He pulls my hand enough to lay me down next to him “No reason, I’ve just heard people have really nice conversations like this.” He glances at me from the corner of his eye “I promise nothing will happen, I won’t touch you if that’s what you’re wondering. I just want to be San for a bit and have a conversation with someone.” I nod “Okay, fair enough” I lay back and turn to him only to realize he was already looking at me a little different than when we first met. Almost like his gaze soften up. I’m hoping being nice to him keeps me in good graces with him so that I can eventually leave this place.

So I think it’s been a month or so since at this point I’ve lost my sense of time. San, Jongho, and Seonghwa are mostly the people I talk to, especially San. He comes in at least a few times everyday to talk and hang out. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that some dark twisted part of me actually thinks he’s kind of cute or at least his more human side of him. Everyone else still kind of scares me especially Wooyoung so I barely say anything to the rest of them and usually staying silent when they enter the room. I'd also be lying if I didn't admit San and I started flirting a little? Okay, more like banter but it leads to the same thing, feelings. Although I'm still not sure if he actually means it or if he's just messing with me to get me to open up. Knowing him, I won't be surprised if he pulls a fast one on me because of his reputation and is just messing with me because he thinks it's a joke.

I sit in bed and I look at the empty dark gray wall grumbling under my breath “I have no idea what’s happening, I just want to leave. It’s been like a month and I already feel like I'm losing it being stuck in here.” I hug myself and bury my face in my knees and I silently begin to tear up from the overwhelming feeling of being homesick. I hate Captain Lee for being so selfish, I’m the one having to go through so much from almost getting my chest caved in to being threatened while he’s back at the station thinking that he’s lucky not having to be in my position and having the whole police force protect him. I really hope he makes the right decision or I won't forgive him for it.

About an hour goes by of me on and off crying ends up with me laying down silently staring at the door until I hear the door unlock. I expected someone else other than San but to my pleasant surprise it was him. Right as he comes in I notice how eerily silent he was, did something happen? HE 's acting quite different than normal. He sets down the food and sits next to me “Hey, I talked to Lee on the phone earlier but I have bad news.” He uncuffs me and holds both my hands giving me an expression with sadness in his eyes, seeing his face like that made my stomach drop. This is not going to be good. He lets out a long sigh and says “He isn’t going to expose himself and he’d rather have you turn up dead than renounce.” I feel nauseous.

I fucking knew it. I ball up my fists and instantaneously my eyes well up with tears making my vision blurry. I get up beginning to pace back and forth, my body feeling like I needed to walk out the anxiousness and anger “That fucking bastard… Now I have to die all because he wants to keep his dirty work under wraps.” I slam my fists onto the surprisingly hard wall completely ignoring the wave of pain going through my hands and wrists. “He fucking promised to get me out of here!!” I turn my back to the wall and slowly fall to the floor crying my eyes out. San walks over to me and sits on the floor next to me and holds my hand gently stroking my shoulder "Look, you’re not going to die." He pauses for a bit almost like he was gathering his thoughts a little. "We’ll make him think you are but you’ll be okay I promise.” I look at San with my eyes still glistening from my tears “What caused you to change your mind about me dying?” He shrugs then lifts up my hand up to his lips and gently kisses my hand. “ Well I was never intending to kill you. I was thinking and I came to the conclusion that yes, I could have easily killed you but those eyes of yours-" He pauses again almost like he was psyching himself up to finish the sentence he started "Those eyes, they made me so weak that evreytime you look at me it makes me really nervous. Almost like if I couldn’t see them anymore I wouldn’t forgive myself." He reaches over and gently squeezes my thigh "Besides, every time I’d come over and hang out with you I'd leave feeling so happy. So happy, that for those few hours I'm with you everything seems perfect.”

My heart isn’t beating faster, my heart isn’t beating faster, I swear it isn’t, I need to get ahold of myself. I look over at his perfectly chiseled face and I notice something I never really did before and it was that gaze that gave away exactly how he felt, the way his gaze lovingly connected to mine without hesitation made my heart race like I ran a marathon. I wrap any arms around San’s waist while I rest my head on his chest “Thank you, I promise to help avenge your father’s death and I'll also make sure to give you back what belongs to you. I owe you.” He looks down at me, pushes a few strands of hair behind my ear and gently strokes my cheek “No, you don’t owe me anything. The last thing I want is for you to think you do. I just don't want you to get hurt because of me.” I shake my head and I grab San’s hand “Look, I was wrong about you. I admit in the beginning I hated you, then after you told me what happened with your dad I sympathized with you but now that it’s been like a month since I’ve been here and that I've gotten to know you a lot more, I admire you. Even if I’m still scared of the type of job you have I've realized we’re not that different, we both have dangerous jobs and for the both of us we both lost someone due to tragedy. You, your dad and me, my grandfather.” I gently stroke San’s hand with my thumb.

“I know that deep down you’re not evil, you’re just working with what life has given you and I won’t judge you for it. I just want to let you know that I'll be here to help, I won’t just stand here and let Captain Lee get away with everything he’s done and not be punished for his actions. Nothing is going to happen to me, if anything now you’ll have knowledge on the police and their tactics and I know for a fact you won’t turn that down.” I give San a small smile then he looks at me and gently rubs his thumb on my cheek “Hm, you’re right I can’t turn that down but I also have something I want to ask you that I hope you don’t turn down either.” Is he going to let me leave? Maybe he feels bad now? “Yes, of course what is it?” San looks deeply into my eyes for a few seconds without saying anything, and slowly he gently tilts my head to look up at him. “Will you be mine?”

Hey, what? Woah. I mean I like him. But should I do it? Will being with him help me or will it seal my fate? Does that mean I can come and go as I please? Maybe that'll help me be trusted a lot more. It's the only chance I've got now. I nod and gently kiss his hand while I hold his hand onto my face “I would love to.” He slowly leans in to kiss me then he pulls back and gently caresses my bottom lip with his thumb “People like me aren’t supposed to have someone like you, someone so caring and understanding. So I never thought I’d be lucky enough to have someone like you.” It actually happened. Me, a former detective is now dating the Boss of the mob group I used to investigate. What a weird turn of events. I can't be too vulnerable though, despite how I'm feeling at the moment I have to remember all his crimes and that with one false move I could end up with them, another name added to the list of corpses Choi San has accumulated on his file. So as twisted as this is it may work in my favor so I can escape.

I lovingly stare into his beautiful dark eyes “I honestly never thought we’d end up together either, but here you are confessing to me. It seems so surreal.” For a few minutes we sit there in silence in each other's arms until San’s radio goes off with Yeosang saying “San, Ito’s replacement is here he wants to talk.” He slightly rolls his eyes in frustration and presses the button on his radio and says “I’ll be there in a bit.” He gets up and then helps me up and sits me down on the bed then he says “I have to go, but I trust you okay? No more handcuffs.” He kisses my forehead and walks over to the door closing the door behind him. Once he's gone I look at my hands and smile “I’m free.” The next step is to make Steven Lee regret he ever threw me under the bus like that, my mother and all my loved ones will suffer over the loss of Detective Y/N but it won't be in vain. I’d rather have everyone I love think I’m dead than for them to know and live with the guilt of knowing that I no longer serve The System. Jongho, Wooyoung, Seonghwa, and San were right. Criminals do have their own reasons as to why they do the things they do. Sadly the easiest and most satisfying way to solve problems is not always the correct way.

“Hey, angel eyes get dressed you’re going to be properly introduced to everyone, the thing is though they don’t know we’re together yet. We have to wait a little longer for that. I just don’t want them to think anything that’s not true.” He walks up to me and hands me a shopping bag full of clothes. “Don’t worry, I understand. You don’t want them to assume we fucked and that’s why I was left alive.” I get up and I walk towards the bathroom, slightly flustered he pushes his glasses up with his middle finger “Uh yeah, that and I kind of never told them that I wasn't ever planning on killing you mostly because I knew there was going to be issues and no one would want to cooperate properly.” I shrug and open the door to the bathroom “Kinda fucked up but, fair enough.” I wonder how much he keeps from them, how much of a front he puts up around them. It's kind of sad now that I think about it. The poor man can never fully be himself and only carefully curated versions of him to help fit a narrative of his choice.

A few minutes later I step out of the bathroom in an all black ensemble some black jeans, a nice plain black top, a leather jacket, and my black high heeled pumps. “You know I look a little dead with these eye bags under my eyes” San walks up to me pulls me close and gently kisses my forehead “You look beautiful to me, angel eyes." He pushes a few strands of hair behind my ear and continues "Besides meeting the guys today we’re also going to go over how we’re going to help you fake your death.” I fix San’s collar holding back a huge smile. “Alright, sounds like a plan.”

San and I walk down the hallway in to a huge conference room except it was more chaotic, maps, notes, and a bunch of other papers sprawled out across the big table. There were also pictures of dozens of people presumably enemies and other rival mafia members. While I look at the pictures a few in particular catch my eye. That’s me, that’s me leaving the station with Chris a week before I was abducted. They followed me everywhere and I had no idea. How did I not notice? Whoever took those pictures was so close, kind of creepy.

I notice all seven of the members in San’s inner circle were here. I’d be lying if I say I'm not scared, because any screw up and I could seriously end up dead in a trash bin. They're all very intimidating just like San himself. San clears his throat “So, i’m sure you guys know the Detective and I've brought her here today because from now on she’s going to be working for me.” Wooyoung and Yeosang give San a surprised face mixed with disappointment. Wooyoung shifts his gaze towards me and glares at me coldly “Why? We literally kidnapped her a month ago. I don’t even think we should even be trusting a cop especially after what happened.” San raises his hand to quiet down Wooyoung and says “You’re right, but Seonghwa, Jongho, Hongjoong and myself have talked to her and she’s reliable. Not to mention she now has a personal vendetta against Lee, so she’s definitely on our side now.” Mingi then says “Okay, what can she do? How does she serve us any purpose besides a pretty face? I know she’s a cop and all but if I'm being honest cops haven’t been very impressive these days and neither was she when we kidnapped her.” Before San could talk I say “Well, besides a pretty face I was trained in both long and short range shooting, and I have a few access codes and I know my way around the police databases. Oh, and about you being able to abduct me In my defense my little detective brain short circuited.” San looks over at Mingi who looked slightly annoyed at the sarcasm tinged answer “There you go questions answered, anyone else?” Everyone stays silent then San smiles “Alright good, so please treat her well she’s one of us now."

Wooyoung whispers something into Yeosang's ear while San continues "Okay, now we’re going to be discussing how we’re going to fake the Detective’s death.” Hongjoong says “You’re really going the extra mile with that aren’t you? Can't she just pass off as a missing person?” San shakes his head “No, because if she does that the police will still consider her alive thus bringing a lot more attention to her trying to find her and since she works for us now we can’t have that. We need to get a little more creative.” After a few hours of careful and meticulous planning a way to fake my death we come up with a solution but it wasn’t one I was too comfortable with and it was taking someone that closely resembles me, remove any identifying features, burn them until they’re unrecognizable, switch my dental records with the deceased and plant my police badge on the body. Sounds easy but unfortunately I know it's not going to be, for anyone, not for the person in place of me, the Aurora syndicate's goons, and myself included. Being on the dark side of justice is not easy, but I owe San for letting me live and I need to teach Captain Lee a lesson for betraying his oath to protect and serve his department. Not to mention he let one of his own to "die" in order to save himself the embarrassment of having to resign as a traitor. Most call it revenge but I call it making it even.

After the meeting, San goes over to his office to get things in order for the plan leaving me to hang out with Seonghwa at the lounge downstairs. “So, you’re staying here?” Seonghwa asks while he takes a sip of some tea that he prepared. I shrug and cross my arms in front of my chest “Yeah San kind of changed his mind after he told me that Captain Lee was going to refuse to come clean. I felt so hurt that I basically told him that Captain Lee and the department were dead to me.” He slowly stirs his tea then he says “Wow so you’re willing to drop your department just like that? Just so you know you won’t ever have to worry about us betraying you, we’re like a family here. Although it’s still a bit off putting having you not be in total isolation and not being in handcuffs.” I rest my head on the lounge's couch arm rest while drawing shapes on it out of habit " Well yeah, I kind of have to at this point. My decision tells you a lot about me. I drop traitors like that with no remorse.”

Seonghwa and I chuckle until I hear footsteps and notice a tall dark haired male extend his hand in my direction “Hello Detective y/ln, sorry for interrupting. I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Yunho by the way, we didn’t meet properly prior to the meeting earlier but it’s very nice meeting you.” I shake his hand examining the very tall man before me from the meeting earlier but it’s very nice meeting you.” I shake his hand examining the very tall man before me. He definitely didn’t look like the type of person to be involved in things like this so to say that I’m shocked is an understatement. “Thank you, It’s very nice meeting you too.” He pulls up a chair and sits in front us then says “Detective, did you know that you’re all over the news? They still think Lee is trying to find you, I’m sure they haven’t told the press the whole story yet.” Feeling my hands get cold I tuck my hands under my thighs “Yeah, I don't think they ever will but just wait until they find “my dead body” I’m sure Captain Lee is going to make up some stupid excuse as to why I ended up dead” Seonghwa furrows his eyebrows “So are you going to go completely incognito and leave your past life behind?”

I let out a long sigh and look at the fake Monet painting behind Seonghwa, and with an expressionless face I respond “Yeah, I have to. I’d rather have my family think I died not being a horrible person than know I gave in to the temptation of taking matters into my own hands. without the assistance of the law.” Yunho looks at me with a saddened and serious expression clouding over his features “You’re a former cop we all understand, I’m sure your family never expected this from you. Sometimes to protect what we love the most we have to hide the truth.” I lower my gaze and i nod “Yeah, which is also why I think it’s best you guys call me just y/n since I'm no longer a detective.” They both nod then sipping on his tea carefully Seonghwa says “If that makes you comfortable then go ahead. Don’t worry.” He reaches over to me with his free hand and pats my head continuing his thought "It's also really nice just having you with us." Yunho gives me a warm smile and adds onto Seonghwa's sentiment "Thank you for choosing not to go against us, we really do need your kind of help especially with San's goal of getting rid of Lee. It'll be a nightmare that'll soon end." I press my lips into a small smile "Any person who's got the same enemy in common as I is considered an ally in my book despite the initial differences." Seonghwa nods "I'm glad to know we can count on you, despite how some people might feel about it." Is he referring about the rest of the guys? More specifically Wooyoung? "It's fine, I understand where that fear of them trusting a cop comes from. I'll do my best to show them they can trust me." I'll probably look like a fool trying though, they seem like a very tough crowd to please.

Seonghwa, and Yunho decide to take me downstairs to the basement where Hongjoong was, the same place I was taken to talk to Captain Lee. As expected, as soon as he sees Yunho, Seonghwa and I he groans “What are you guys doing here?” Both Yunho and Seonghwa look at each other then Seonghwa replies with “We figured we’d bring Y/N to come help you with the police databases, Me and Yunho were talking to Y/N how it’s nice to have someone so versatile with us.” Hongjoong stares at me for a few seconds then says “Okay fine, but she can’t touch a computer yet until she proves herself.” I smile and raise my right hand and say “I will after my funeral ceremony I promise.” His eyebrow slightly raises and he says “Don’t promise anything, actions speak louder than words.” Seonghwa gently squeezes Hongjoong’s shoulder and says in a low voice “Come on, San doesn’t just trust anyone remember that.” Hongjoong rolls his eyes and groans “Right.” Seonghwa looks over at me and says in a very stern tone “Please, don’t betray our trust.” He then gives me a half hearted smile and leaves with Yunho leaving me with this grouchy computer genius.

Hongjoong pulls a chair over next to him and pats it “Sit, I need you to guide me with some passcodes, just use my laptop at least there I can keep track of everything you do.” He pulls his laptop out of his backpack and passes me a laptop heavily covered in stickers. A small smile grows onto my features “You like Spongebob too huh?” Concentrated into his work and not removing his focused gaze from the screen he says “Huh? Yeah why?" I shrug opening the laptop “Just asking, I like that show too.” Too weary to continue the conversation he says “Cool.” I slightly roll my eyes. Okay Rude. I begin to work on accessing all the police databases and private records. A few minutes later I successfully finish and I tap Hongjoong’s shoulder “I’m done.” He looks at the screen then at me and clicks his tongue “Oh, wow. Thank you Detective.” I smile “No problem, and just call me y/n. I’m technically not a detective anymore.” He smiles and nods “Okay, I’ll keep that noted, do you mind if I see this?” I nod and he takes the laptop from in front of me. For several minutes I see him reading and looking very concentrated reading whatever he searched up. I suddenly hear the door opening and when I look up I realize It’s Mingi and Wooyoung, neither looked too pleased to see me.

I sigh knowing there was a slight tension not just with Wooyoung and Mingi. I tried to not think about that feeling of self awareness that I was in a building full of people who can just as easily take my life just as easily as they spared it. Don’t get me wrong I like San, but no doubt he still scares me when I remember all the crimes he’s committed. The detective in me doesn’t seem to want to die. “We got the girl Hongjoong, is San done?” My stomach drops as soon as I heard Wooyoung say it in such a nonchalant way. I sit there still unable to process the fact that this will be the first crime I’ll be committing not directly but It doesn’t feel right especially knowing an innocent woman has to suffer, but despite that my I still feel very strongly at getting Captain Lee back, not just that but this is the life I willingly accepted when I accepted to be San’s girlfriend and vowed to get back at that old coward even if it's only temporary.

Still preoccupied, Hongjoong shakes his head and says “No, still up there but I’ll tell him when he’s done. You go ahead and handle that woman, keep her quiet.” Wooyoung and Mingi leave their backpacks on the floor then both walk back upstairs while they talk amongst eachother. I really don’t want to know what’s going to happen to that girl before they probably kill her. No doubt she’ll be receiving the same treatment from Wooyoung as I did when I first got here. It luckily ended early but I don't think I would have survived if I had the full experience. Hongjoong nudges my arm and I’m immediately brought back to reality. I turn to him completely playing off that I wasn’t just sitting there in shock “Hey, these files of all the police reports that Lee did back when he started out are behind an access code do you know it? I sit there for a minute trying to remember it then quickly type the access code in the little white box. Once access was granted Hongjoong takes his laptop back and looks like he’s reading through some stuff. The rest of the time I was there I was sorting out all the files we seized from the server with Hongjoong while my brain in the background kept replaying Wooyoung's "little mistake" as he likes to call it. Seeing Wooyoung so nonchalant about this whole situation knowing he's going to kill that poor girl just unsettles me. Reliving every. Single. Blow. Over. And. Over.

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Mermaid!Thrawn x F!reader chapter 7

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

You’re wiping the glasses and putting back the cups in their cupboard when a client enters the cafe with the song of small bells. Your colleague takes them in charge while you finish tidying up the bar. “Welcome!” you both greet.

There aren't a lot of clients at those hours usually, so you’ll have time to wipe the tables clean with a little chance. “I hope it won’t rain, I don’t like those clouds.” Your colleague mumbles. She’s a sweet 16 girl that is a bit lazy but she gets the job down, so you don’t tell, and in exchange she doesn’t tell on you when you leave before your shift ends. “Don’t count on it” you respond “It is supposed to rain the whole week.”, “Arf…Group incoming! I’ll let them to you, you’re quicker than me!”, “Oh the good excuse to dump them on me!” You nudge her and she giggles in response “I will take them if you promise to clean the coffee maker.”, “Deal!”

As the groups enter you refasten your apron and take out your notebook, clicking your pen “Hello, what can I get you… ?” your sentence dies in your throat when you realize who you have in front of you.

The group that hunts Thrawn.

“We’re just here to take cover from the rain.” The leader responds. “I can’t let you in with those harpoons.” You politely object. “And if you want to stay you’ll need to order something.”, “We’re not staying long and we won’t manipulate the harpoons inside, I promise.” he argues. “I can’t let you stay with those weapons, just lay them outside.”, “They’ll get stolen!” He responds harshly

Good! You intend on it.

“This is the law sir, you can’t just enter a shop with blades.” you gently respond. He looks black at you before sighing “Alright…” He rises and seizes the harpoons to put them outside against the wall. “Can you fill up our bottles with hot coffee?” a girl approximately your age asks, handing you said bottles, “Of course.” You take the thermos and walk behind the bar to fill them up, innocently eave-dropping on the group.

“Do you still believe?” one of them asks, looking discouraged,”I am sure they’re here! Somewhere under the surface.” the young woman responds with assurance, “Well, if someone has some optimism left it’s alway you, Karyn!” The denominated Karin smiles and high fives her comrade. The leader comes back, drenched. “You should scream louder, not everyone hears you.” He chastises, and adds even lower, “this is a secret mission you dumbass, so callate !”

The group fell silent. You finish filling the bottles and bring them back. “It's 35$.” You annonce, “it's a robbery or something ?” the leader complains, “It's 35$ or the door.” you repeat, impassible. He groans but pays, without tipping, of course.

You go back behind your bar but listen closely to what they say. “When do we try again ?”, “Not before the weather calms down. Our barks would sink.”, “He won't be happy.” Karyn notes, “Well he will have to wait! I won't die for that!” The leader hammers home “But we are advancing, we can cross several areas and some others deserve more of our attention. The open sea must be explored more.”, “In barks?” Karyn raises a mocking eyebrow, “I can procure us some motorized boats with sonar. I just have to ask him.” The leader explains, focused.

They take out a plan and start tergiversation over it. You're pricking up your ears when someone enters. “Welcome, what can I…”

Your voice dies again. Eli stands, drenched and trembling, not even taking off his hood. “My mother invites you for dinner.” He simply says, “Oh… That's super nice of her.” you finally manage to say after a second of silence. He looks tired and not pleased. “So you come or no?” He asks impatiently, “Yes ! I'll come with great pleasure. But do you want something to warm you up? A Coffee or-” but he already disappeared when you turned back to him.

Oh…

He didn't forgive you, it seems.

Your heart sinks painfully, youreally did a mistake... “Who was that hottie ?” your colleague asks. “A friend… “, “Where can I get a friend like that?”, “When you're 18. Go clean the Coffee maker.” You order, refocusing on your tasks at hand. You turn to the group only to realize they're already gone.

Crap.

Well they won't attack until the weather calms down…

When your shift ends you take your bike, and turn towards the sea. It is Black and agitated under grays, menacing clouds. Your hear thunder roars away and you pul your hood on your head, biking away from the ocean.

Away from the shore, a blue head pierces the water to look at the Land. Thrawn observes silently the people hurrying to get cover away from the Rain. It always seemed strange to him who always knew the softness of water on his skin. He doesn't know anything else but water.

A second head pierces the surface next to him. She looks at him severely, enjoining him to go back in water.

He nods and follows her without a look back .

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 1 year

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hihi!! i love your works sm!!! can i request a xavier x male reader? no one in nevermore knows that they're dating they all think Xavier is single so some girls ask him out or flirts with him but he just flirts back cuz he don't know how to respond, then reader gets jealous and gave him the silent treatment and avoided him for a week or idk something like that.

But can i have a fluff ending to that where Xavier confronted reader on why he was avoiding him then reader let it all out ofc Xavier felt bad so he promised reader on a date? OMG OR he asked reader to be his Rave'n date and shocks people (i just want Enid's reaction she would definitely be their no. 1 shipper, just feel like it😽)

no need to rush! love you!!<33

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yes!

AVOIDING

Pairings: Xavier Thorpe x Male!reader Summary: ^^^ Warnings: nothing

you watched as Xavier talked to a girl while he painted. the girl had a grip on his arm while she beamed up at him.

you didn't want to say you were jealous, but it definitely made you mad seeing that he didn't do anything about it, it seemed like he encouraged it.

girls would come up to him almost every day to flirt and he would laugh, smile and flirt back.

it wasn't the girls fault, no one knows he has a boyfriend or is in a relationship. but that was because he didn't want to tell anyone.

and you'd think he'd at least tell them he's interested but no, he just keeps the conversation going, sometimes when you're sitting in front of them.

you rolled your eyes as Xavier laughed with her in front of the wall of his painting and you got up from your table, walking to your dorm.

you didn't want to talk to him unless his next words were 'I want to tell people about us'

but you knew he wouldn't say that. so you left and tried avoiding him.

you didn't want to, but you thought you would need to, to help him realise that he can't just ignore your existence as his boyfriend.

clearly Xavier didn't like that.

a week of avoiding, ignoring him and not responding to is texts he got sick of it.

he stormed into your room and stood in front of you as you laid on your bed.

he said you name to get your attention

"why are you avoiding me?"

you looked up from your phone to glance at him

his hair in a bun, his nostrils slightly flared. his arms crossed on his chest with fists making his knuckles white as he tapped his foot on your wooden floor impatiently

"quite the contrary" you said bluntly, looking back at your phone, texting Enid about the Raven dance

"what's that supposed to mean?" he scoffed

"you've been avoiding our relationship for weeks, you expect me to stand there and watch you flirt with girls?" you huffed

"is that what this is about?" he questioned softly, sitting on your bed next to you

"of course it is! what else would it be?!" you groaned

he sighed "Look I'm sorry, alright? I just- it is quite flattering that they flirt with me-"

"-well it's not very flattering to watch, would you like it if I flirted with other people?- you wouldn't care would you? because you like keeping us hidden" you mumbled the end.

"I'm sorry, I really am. I just don't know how to react to it, I guess" he reached for your hand

"you tell them you're not interested or that you're in a relationship, don't pretend that that's not true because that just leads them on and encourages it, it's not very nice seeing you just pretend I don't exist, look if you want to go out and flirt with them then I don't think we should be together" you rambled

"what? no- I want us together, I want you, please, I promise you I'll be better, I'll show you off if that's what you really want." he suggested

"that sounds nice" you responded quietly

"yeah? I can start with asking you to the dance" he smiled down at you

"you want to go to the dance with me?" you sat up slightly, leaning on your elbows

"I wouldn't want to go with anyone else" he furrowed his eyebrows

you smiled up at him in silence

"so? would you want to go with me?" he asked

"of course I do" you chuckled lowly

he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to your cheek.

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you walked in the hall with side by side with Xavier, getting bombarded with questions by Enid

"did you guys come here together? are you together!?" she giggled

"yeah" Xavier smiled, taking a hold of your hand

"oh my god, adorable! you guys are so cute! give me all the deets later!" she jumped up and down in joy

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The Scavenger Hunt - Clue 1: Where We First Met

“Hey, thank you for helping me today with this project I am working on… actually, I lied to you and in all actuality I am here to help you with a project that you have to do today. I’m sorry I am making you get up so early but there is a lot for us to do today and I wanted to make sure that you have time. Go put on this dress and your jacket, plus some comfortable shoes because we are going to be busy almost all day,” you sister says.

She all but shoved her way into your house today, telling you that you need to stop moping over Ricky being gone and get out of the house to do something with her. And while you are really confused, can’t figure out what the fuck is going on or what project she might be talking about you doing, but you know that telling her no is never an option and she will get her way, so you let out a defeated sigh before stepping into your bedroom to get changed into the dress that she gave you with.

When you walk back out she has a big smile on her face, pulling you into a hug before letting go and looking at you. “Okay, let me do your hair and make up first, make you adorable and then we will be on our way. I promise this will all make sense soon, just trust me okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” you conceded, taking a seat where she wants you at and letting her begin to curl your hair for you.

“I wonder what is up with Rick today, usually he sends me a good morning message when he is gone by now, and I haven’t gotten one today,” you say softly, trying to make conversation with your sister.

She pauses her movements for a second, making you glance at her before she starts working on your hair again, wanting to keep you from figuring out that something is up and that’s why he didn’t.

“I bet he just slept in after a late night, it is only 8 in the morning,” she says quickly, almost too quickly. Something is up, you may not know what but you can tell that something is going on.

“What are you hiding from me?” You ask her, trying to use your stern voice but she just ignores you, humming and pretending to not hear you speak. You want to question her, but you know that she wouldn’t tell you unless she is ready so instead you just sit there in the quiet.

“When does he come home again? It is coming up soon isn’t it?” Kayla asks you, the silence starting to bother her and she is worried if she doesn’t keep talking that she might spill something she shouldn’t to you.

“Tomorrow, I am so ready. It has been months since he has been home this time, I miss him so much. You’d think it gets easier the more we are together but it never does,” you say sadly, glancing down for a moment to regain your composure. “He’s worth it though, really.”

“Yeah, I must say he treats you well which is all that matters,” she squeezes your shoulder softly before moving so she can start on your makeup.

Within a couple minutes she is done and you move to get your jacket out of your room, wanting to stay warm in the cool spring weather while you do whatever it is you are doing, you aren’t too sure what that is supposed to be but she’s gotta tell you soon right?

When you step back out into the living room she is standing there, holding a rose out towards you with a smile on her face.

“This is for you, and the note with it will explain everything, I promise. Now why don’t you read it so that we can get going, I’m getting impatient but I promised I would make sure you look nice for this,” she says, almost giggling like a toddler as she hands you the rose and a letter with a smile.

My Personal Nancy Drew,

I know that by now you are confused, trying to figure out what Kayla is up to as she gets you dressed and ready for the day. Hopefully she has not spilled it by now, I am going to assume she didn’t.

Let me start by saying that you will see me when you finish your scavenger hunt, that you will find me at the end when you find all the clues and solve the puzzles that I have left for you at each location. I know that you love having to figure things out, which is why I always joke that you are my personal Nancy Drew, so I have left a trail of clues for you and you have to figure them out so you know where to go next. You will know that it is right when you tell someone the correct thing, and they give you your next rose with the next clue.

Each rose will have something that I love about you tied to the stem so that when you are done, you have 12 reasons why I love you and a note, carrying you on to the next place. Some clues may be easier than others, but I am hoping that as you go through the puzzles that you will enjoy the walk down memory lane that they give you.

So to get started it will be simple, where did we first meet? When you get there you need to find a special, and if you tell the lady at the counter the correct one she will give you the next clue. I know that one is easy, but you will have to search to find out what the correct special is, and I know once you do that you will be able to tell that it is correct.

So get on your way, start your adventure and I will see you soon, but hopefully not too soon.

I love you,

Ricky.

You look down at the rose, looking at the little tag on the stem that reads “I love how you always support me and my dreams, many times in ways that I could never imagine you would.”

You turn and look at your sister with a smile, giving her a hug to thank her for her part in this, though you are unsure how much of a part she actually has in this. But the fact that she is taking part in it, that she is helping with this means a lot to you, more than she probably knows.

“Thank you, I know where we need to go. Are you ready?” You ask her, moving to grab your purse before the two of you leave.

“Of course I am, if you know where we are going,” she says with a smile, following you out of the door, both of you going to her car. “We need to go to the Blackbird Coffee House, that is where we met the first time.”

“Did you two bump into each other or something that day? All I remember is you told me about this beautiful man that you met,” she teases, as she begins the short drive to the coffee shop that you told her to go to.

“Yeah, so I was sitting at a table reading and he noticed the book I was reading and asked me a question about it. We wound up talking for almost an hour before we realized how long it had been. We exchanged phone numbers and stayed in contact, mostly about books at first until we were hanging out one night and he finally told me that he really liked me and asked me on a date. I had no clue that studying at the coffee shop would have ever led me to meet someone but I am glad it did,” you said with a smile. Remembering that day dearly, one of the best days of your life if you were being honest.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have asked, I didn’t expect the answer to be so sickeningly sweet. Gross. Anyways, we're here. Let’s go in and figure out what the special he is talking about is,” she says, shutting the car off before you both get out.

When you walk in you are greeted with a smile by the barista at the counter, which you return before your eyes scan the specials board. Trying to find anything that catches your eye on it, that might make sense of a clue. A few moments later you realize that some letters in the specials list are a different color and when you put them all together they spell Ricky Special.

You turn towards the barista, a smile on your face as you ask her for the Ricky Special.

“I was wondering when you would show up and ask for it, these are for you. And what can I get you to drink ladies, I was told to make sure you both have a drink before you leave, on the house. What would you like?” She smiles as she hands you the rose with a piece of paper.

You let her know what you want when you start to read the tag on the rose, this one reading “I love that you comfort me like you do, make all my problems melt away while with a simple hug.”

The barista hands you both your drinks as you sit down on the table so that you can read the letter that was left here for you to your sister, tell her what the next clue is.

Baby,

You figured out the first clue, I am so proud of you but you are only just beginning.

It only made sense to start you here, because this is where our story started. Where we first met each other. When I had to leave and get back on the bus because we were starting tour I already knew that you were it for me. You can ask the boys, I told them all about what you looked like and how we talked about the book that day. I’m pretty sure they wanted to kill me, but they dealt with it.

We spent that entire tour talking, getting to know each other. I was so glad when you agreed to go for a walk with me when we finished that tour a month and a half later, I knew that I was going to ask you on a proper date that night after I told you how I felt about you, and that is where you need to go next. Go to the park where we confessed that we liked each other for the first time. There will be a puzzle set up for you there that will give you the next clue and answer.

I love you and can’t wait for you to keep going, enjoy the weather and the memories.

See you soon,

Ricky

#the scavenger hunt #Bree sucks at fanfiction #ricky olson imagine #ricky olson fanfic #ricky olson fic #ricky olson fluff #ricky olson x reader #ricky olson fanfiction

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🌲~ hi everyone! im back with another gwen Stacy angst, again written by the wonderful star on tiktok! if you don’t know what im talking about i began a series a little while ago where i basically write fics for their angst atsv headcanons that will continue indefinitely. so far it’s been a blast :3

🌻~ i am also still working on requests!! i promise lots are coming out soon! 💚💚 thank you all for your patience

🌿~ below is the headcanon i will be writing for!

💚𓆩♡𓆪☁️ suicide, death, suicide attempt, pills, graphic descriptions of depression

enjoy the writing <33

Jess Drew made her way to Miguel’s office in a huff, swerving around other Spider-People and storming down the hallway. She had just barely parked her motorcycle at her headquarters in her own dimension, having just returned from a mission, when the AI Lyla appeared out of nowhere, telling her that Miguel wanted her at HQ. Seriously, she was several months pregnant and couldn’t even sit down for a second before Miguel called her in. But her position as Miguel’s right hand was demanding, and physical limitations were hardly ever able to deter Jess. So despite her annoyance, she entered Miguel’s office.

When she walked in, the disgruntled man had his back to her, as usual, and the glowing hologram of Lyla by his side turned to look at Jess as she went in. “Alright, Miguel, this better be good.” Jess sounded impatient as she tapped her foot. “I’m not usually supposed to be here right now, and you know I have things to do in my home dimension.”

Miguel closed the glowing windows he had open on his console before turning to face Jess. He seemed world-weary as usual; his frown lines looked deeper. “Yeah, I know, and I apologize for that inconvenience,” Miguel told her, a little disdainfully. “But we have a bit of a problem. Gwen’s disappeared again.”

Jess almost let out a groan of exasperation, but caught herself, folding her arms across her chest. “Again?” She rolled her eyes to the ceiling and blew out air from her lips. “Miguel, are you sure she isn’t just with that boy- Hobie- like she was last time? Every time she’s off our radar, she’s usually over there.”

Lyla chimed in this time, teleporting to Jess’s side. “Nope. Already checked myself, and Spider-Punk says he hasn’t seen her today. But the part that concerns me is that I can’t pick up her status in my systems anymore- her location, her video and audio feed, nothing. Which means Gwen’s taken off her watch.”

“My guess is she went to that one kid’s dimension- the one she won’t quit talking about,” Miguel intoned stiffly, his eyes narrowing.

Jess’s frown of aggravation had turned into one of slight confusion as she took all this in. “Taken off her watch?” she murmured, placing her tongue in her cheek and knitting her brow contemplatively. “That means-“

“Yeah,” Miguel cut in, sounding more irritated than ever. “She probably thinks she can escape in that other dimension- what was it?”

“Earth-1210,” Lyla supplied.

“Right,” Miguel continued. Considering we ordered her personally to stay away from there, she could be hiding from us.”

Jess, however, wasn’t satisfied with this explanation. “No- no, that doesn’t make any sense. Gwen ain’t stupid. She knows she can’t last long in a dimension that isn’t her own without a watch. And I been told her to stay away from there. I don’t think she’d go against me again.”

“Meaning that Gwen is in fact in her own dimension.” Miguel looked slightly irritated as he turned around with an irritated sigh. “We go through all the trouble of taking her away from there so she doesn’t get arrested by her father, and what does she do? Go back there.” He let out an annoyed huff. “Dios mío, cada día me arrepiento de haber dejado entrar a los adolescentes en esta sociedad. Demasiados problemas.”

Jess frowned. Gwen hadn’t spoken much about her home ever since Miguel recruited her to the Spider-Society, at least not to her- so it was odd that she would just suddenly return without even letting her friends know, not to mention shutting off her watch. Alarm bells were starting to sound in Jess’s head. Something was amiss.

Lyla noticed the change in Jess’s demeanor, her small hologram appearing beside her with a brief flash of light and pixels. “Jess? You gonna go after her?”

Miguel turned to face both women, expression hard. “Why bother? If Gwen wants to disappear, let her. Especially if she’s taken off her watch. If she wants to drop out of the society, let her. I have no time to be chasing kids.”

Jess ignored Miguel, flicking her gaze towards Lyla from the corners of her eyes. “Yeah. I’ll head out now.”

“So quickly?” Lyla queried, seeming slightly caught off guard. “You just said you-“

“I know what I said, Lyla.” Jess held up a hand to cut Lyla off. “But I’m going anyway.”

Her tone was more severe than usual, and when Lyla detected the change in demeanor she didn’t protest any further. Miguel gave Jess a look, but was silenced with an equally stark glare, and he said nothing when she left the room, already getting her watch in gear.

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Gwen Stacy was perched precariously at the back edge of the Brooklyn Tower. Her legs dangled in the air as her feet overlooked the bustling city below. It was dusk, and a beautiful sunset illuminated the sky and the city with a peaceful golden glow. All the constantly glaring lights from the buildings and cars and the general rush of of New York made this a rare sight, and it was certainly worth the wait.

But Gwen wasn’t paying attention to any of that. She was so still she could have been mistaken for a statue. She wore her Spider-suit, but didn’t have the hood over her head. Her watch from the Spider-Society sat beside her, screen cracked and wristband broken. Her face was stone and her eyes were vacant.

Gwen’s spirits hadn’t exactly been high after she left home with Miguel and Jess. Day after day, she’d spent hours swallowing back tears because of how much she missed her father, and her old life. But Gwen had found friends. Much of the Spider-Society had welcomed her with open arms and comforting words. She had met Hobie and Pavitr- who came to feel more like a family than anything else eventually. But deep down, the whole time, even when Gwen was happy on the exterior- there was a hole, more like a void, that sucked things in- that started out small but slowly grew inside her. The void engulfed every moment she ever felt happy away from home. She had tried to avoid it, deny it, lie to herself and tell her that she was alright without her old life. The band that she deeply regretted quitting. Her school friends. The memories of Peter and her mother.

Her father.

And then Gwen wasn’t okay anymore. Every moment she spent with Jess as her mentee- and sometimes her friend- gave her painful reminders of having a parent. Being someone’s daughter again. It was when Jess would celebrate Gwen’s little victories with her and every now and then gossiped about Miguel to her. When Jess taught her how to be a better hero and offered solace when the hole within Gwen sometimes felt bigger than her heart. Even when Jess scolded Gwen, it only made her think of home.

And then Gwen had befriended Pavitr and Hobie. They had become her closest friends. Hobie became like an older brother to her and Pavitr like someone she had known her whole life. It should have been nice. But the void just pulled that in too. All the good Gwen felt when she was with them just was ripped away, leaving only dark thoughts of Peter and how much she longed for his presence. And the terrible guilt that was left, constantly screaming at her for replacing him. And Miles? God. He was too painful to even think of for a second.

Gwen felt as if she was letting everyone down somehow. All this charity and kindness and friendship she had received and she was still plagued with depression. She felt so ungrateful. Shouldn’t having friends and a whole new support system make her feel happier? She was so lost and confused. Why did things that used to make her happy now just feel like a chore? Gwen hadn’t been near a drum set in weeks. She never swung on her webs like she used to unless Jess or Miguel told her that she had a mission. Her Spider-Suit she was wearing now was dingy and worn.

So the hole grew bigger.

All this had made Gwen think that she would be happier if she just went back home. For a moment she did consider simply going back. She ached for the warmth of her father’s hug, for the embrace of a home that knew her better than she knew herself, to be within walls that had comforted her without fail every time she was down.

Which was why it hurt her so, so much to recall that that home wasn’t a thing that existed for her anymore.

The look in his eyes, the authority of a cop in his voice when he pointed a gun at Gwen- his little girl- it was a memory that tortured her every single day. She had never felt so completely betrayed and utterly alone. The same hands that had wiped her tears when she sobbed over Peter- the hands that had held and hugged her for hours when she lost her mother- were the same hands that lifted a firearm from his belt and pointed them at her- straight at her. Gwen could see straight down the barrel. Every time she closed her eyes, that was all she saw. The same memory stuck on repeat, that tore a little bit more from her very soul every time she relived it.

The void had made it so that this pain was all Gwen felt. Her chest and lungs ached constantly. It made her limbs heavy and eyes tired. She had not slept in what felt like weeks- the way that the hole left by the home she no longer had and the mind which she no longer felt safe in made sleep impossible. Gwen had done a decent job of putting up a facade, but in truth she felt like a ghost. She no longer fought back the sting of tears in her eyes or swallowed lumps in her throat. She was numb- and exhausted in every way imaginable. The pain felt like it had so far exceeded her threshold that she simply was unable to manage it anymore.

And that was when Gwen started to think of death.

At first it didn’t seem like anything too awful. She mostly thought of it when she was alone, maybe lying in bed or something. ‘Maybe I’d be better off dead.’ But she would scold herself, call herself selfish, and toss the thought aside- but not away.

But these thoughts began to plague her more and more often. It swallowed up all her reason. She thought nothing of being Spider-Woman or of her friends. Was death really so bad? Being alive was more painful than dying ever could be. Lately she just felt like she was sleepwalking, or like she wasn’t in her body anymore. Everything was gray and dull. Even when Gwen wasn’t consciously thinking about things that made her sad, the weight of the feelings still dragged her down. The thoughts of death became more than just thoughts and formed into a monster, one that was always chasing after her with claws outstretched, one that she could never outrun no matter how she tried. And she was so tired of running that after a while, death began to seem more like an angel rather than a beast, one sent to deliver her from the hell she had been tormented by for months.

Gwen finally showed some sign of life as she looked up over the city, just as the last beams of sunlight faded into the night sky.

The monster inched closer and closer. It was creeping. It knew it didn’t have to run anymore.

Gwen fell over the edge.

She didn’t consciously realize she had fallen, but something within her that had been fighting and scratching at her very being for months suddenly felt settled.

Her eyes closed.

Jess flew through the night air at what seemed like light speed and caught the girl seconds before she hit the ground.

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The trip back to headquarters was wordless. Gwen neither spoke nor showed any signs of actual life without being prompted. Jess’s grip on Gwen’s wrist was so tight it would’ve hurt Gwen had she not been so detached.

Jess had brought Gwen back to Miguel’s office, keeping the girl at her side the entire time. Miguel had been ready to object at the intrusion, but upon seeing the expression on Jess’s face and the state of Gwen beside her, he bit back his words. Lyla had been all over the two with questions, seeming frantic and concerned enough for an AI- all of which Jess answered in a flat but somehow very pained voice. Gwen didn’t even seem to be conscious of what was going on. Her hair hung over her face and her head was kept down so that a shadow concealed most of her eyes.

Gwen was ordered to remain at headquarters by Miguel, where she would be provided a bedroom that could be kept tabs on over surveillance. Lyla popped in from time to time. Nobody tried to get Gwen to speak. It was clear that was a futile mission. Eventually she had to be given sleeping pills.

It would not be the first time Gwen attempted to end her life. She got ahold of the sleeping pills before dawn the very next morning and made a second attempt, after which it was deemed that she wouldn’t be able to stay in the room alone. Jess wound up staying with her until morning, but eventually had to leave. Before departing, she told Lyla to make sure Gwen was not left alone, to which Lyla agreed and later summoned Spider-Punk.

Hobie was never seen without Gwen for several days after. Despite his disdain for being at the Spider-Society, he stayed with Gwen the whole time, who was not allowed to leave headquarters alone. He waited for her outside the bathroom and stayed awake with her until he watched her fall asleep. But after some time Hobie had business to attend to on his home world, and Jess wound up convincing Miguel to have Lyla remain by her side unless she was asleep or in the bathroom.

Gwen made three more attempts on her life before it seemed like she had decided to give up, or at least give it a rest. Even Miguel became concerned after the fourth time. She remained under constant surveillance for weeks. When she did leave headquarters eventually, Hobie, Pavitr, or any other acquaintance she had would always be with her.

But Gwen still hasn’t slept well.

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soaringeag1e · 9 months

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Escape {59}

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader

Warnings: Language, Anger, Yelling? Secrets?

Words: 1,969

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Dean paced the room, his arms crossed over his chest as he tried to hold in his impatience. His fist would uncurl every now and then so that he could rub at the scruff on his face, just another sign that he was struggling to hold himself together.

“You need to calm down, Dean.” Hearing this, Dean stops on the east side of the room, his eyes locked on the bookshelf a moment before he turns to look at his brother who is sitting at his desk, the phone still attached to his ear as he was on hold.

“Calm down?” Dropping his arms to his side, Sam can’t help but sigh at his brother's frustrations. “How am I supposed to calm down!?”

“I’m doing everything I can.”

“I know you are! But your friends are just trying to piss me off!”

“They’re not….”

“Really!? Because they sure are taking their time!”

“This stuff takes time, Dean!”

“Well, I’m done waiting.” The eldest brother grumbles, slapping his hand against his thigh as he goes back to pacing the room.

“I know you are, but you just have to…” When Sam pauses, Dean stops to look at him. Only this time, he seems to be focused on the phone in his hand. Figuring that someone was finally on the other line, Dean slowly makes his way closer to the desk, his focus now on his brother as he waits to hear the one sided conversation.

“Yes, judge Cross, this is Sam Winchester. Did Steven…” Grabbing the arm of one of the chairs, Dean slips into it, his eyes not leaving his brother. “Yes, we have a strong belief that there was a second perpetrator in this case and we have evidence to back it up. Along with a promising confession.” Sam’s eyes meet Dean’s when he mentions the evidence. Though he trusts his brother's instincts, he knows to anyone else that his so-called evidence is a long shot.

“I know, but our man won’t talk unless we give him a deal. This is purely leverage until we get that confession, but we need it to be approved for him to believe it. It sounds like if there’s the slightest doubt then he won’t talk.” Dean chews on the inside of cheek, his nerves and hopes high as he waits for an answer.

“Okay. I’ll do that right away. Thank you sir.” Seconds later, Sam hangs up the phone and Dean sits there with wide eyes, waiting for him to spit out his answer. “He wants to see the evidence you have before he makes a decision.”

“What!?” Sam only nods, eyeing the folder that Dean brought in with him. “But, Sam…he’s not…”

“You don��t know that.” Dean scoffs at his brother's positivity and stands from his seat, turning away from the desk. “Listen, Dean…is the evidence a long shot? Yes. But Judge Cross can be pretty lenient sometimes so there’s still a chance.”

“Yeah! A small one!” he barks back, his frustration focused back towards his brother. “I can hear his laughter now!”

“Come on, Dean…” Leaning forward in his expensive leather chair, Sam clasps his hands together. “We need to at least try, right? You can’t give up without getting the answer because then it’ll haunt you forever.”

“These cases already haunt me, Sam.” Sam sighs sadly, nodding soft as his eyes drop to the desk. “I just…I hate that I keep getting this close to getting answers and then I’m turned away, so I’m just waiting for this to be that same situation.”

“All we need is to find that one door, Dean. That one door that doesn’t shut in your face.” Dean’s throat visually constricts as he swallows. “This could be that door.” Sam tells him confidently. He knows there is still a chance this might not work out, but he knew Judge Cross pretty well, and he had more confidence in him giving them what they wanted than any other Judge.

With doubt still clouding Dean’s mind, he still takes a seat back at his brothers desk and flips open his folder. He shows Sam what he has and what he strongly believes before writing out a quick report for the Judge to read and understand. Then it just came down to more of the same. More waiting.

To say he was defeated was an understatement. Despite the confidence that Sam had in Judge Cross, Dean still had major doubts. He has seen plenty of cases go cold or even fail in court because of the lack of evidence that was presented and he knows damn well that his ‘evidence’ isn’t the most compelling. He just had to put his faith in his brother and hope to God that Sam was right. Because if not, then he may never find whoever this mystery man is that hid in the shadows of your case. On top of that, the possibility that this same person may have killed Cassie…there was a lot banking on getting this exception.

It wasn’t until Dean hung his keys on the hook by the front door that he noticed the lights out in the house. He was so lost in his thoughts that his surroundings were just a big blank canvas.

With his brow creased, he kicks off his boots and slowly makes his way into the house. Little lights flickered around the living room and dining room, the candles doing pretty well at lighting the house up just enough to make out everything in the house.

“Y/N?” After calling out for you he hears a little movement in the kitchen before you step out. The flowing red skirt got his attention immediately, not to mention your exposed legs walking towards him. You were all dressed up except for the lack of shoes, your bare feet being the most casual part about you and honestly very adorable in Dean’s opinion.

“Hi!” you greet with a large smile, walking up to him without noticing the confused look on his face and kissing him. By this time Dean starts to panic and wonders if he missed your anniversary or something. It’s clear he’s missed something. “Happy valentines day.” you mutter quietly against his lips before stealing another kiss and that’s when Dean’s heart sinks.

“Valentines day.” he tries to hide the fact that he forgot, but he’s so blindsided that he can’t do it convincingly. “Right. That’s-that’s today.” He knows he’s failed even before he sees your sympathetic grin.

“Rough day, huh?” Dean finally lets out a huff, all his baggage from this surprise and the load he took on today getting released in those few seconds.

“I’m so sorry. I-I…”

“Hey.” Your voice is just as comforting as your hand against the side of his face and he lets his eyes fall shut as he leans into your touch. “It’s okay.”

“No it’s not.”

“Yes, it is. To be honest I've never been a fan of this day anyway.”

“So then what’s with the setup?” he asks when his eyes scan the place.

“Well…you’ve been gone all day and I wanted to do something special for you. It just happens to be valentines day, so…” you shrug as you look around at your candles. “I decided to do a little extra.” Deans hand slides into your hair, pushing a few strands back as he looks deep into your eyes.

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

“You don’t have to.” you tell him sincerely, placing your hand over his before pulling it away and kissing his palm. “Now, why don’t you go take a shower and relax a bit.” you say as you rub his arm. “Dinner will be ready in about fifteen minutes.” All Dean can do is lean in and kiss you sweetly. Between the day he’s had and to come home just to find out he’s forgotten valentine's day, he was trying to hide the frustrations he was feeling.

But he did as you suggested. After soaking your presence in and stealing a few more kisses he headed upstairs and took a shower. He even turned up the temp to a little hotter than normal to help his muscles loosen up. With how tense he was at the jail and even in Sam’s office, his body was hurting.

By the time he got back downstairs you were just finishing up with setting the table. It looked like you had a roast of some type along with some veggies, mashed potatoes and a salad all set out looking like a page out of a magazine. Not to mention that you had a glass of wine set out for yourself and Dean’s favorite beer sitting and waiting for him to drink. He honestly felt like he didn’t deserve you.

“That looks delicious.” From the surprise on your face Dean realized that you hadn’t heard him enter the room again.

“I hope so.” you laugh nervously, looking over the table once more to see if you had forgotten anything.

“So…” you start as the two of you take a seat and start dishing out food onto your plates. “What happened today?” Dean stiffens for a moment, but quickly detours his thoughts and tries to explain to you without going into any deep details.

“Um…well, I uh, I found some new evidence for a case and I had to go to county to speak with one of the inmates and try to get some info out of him.”

“Fun.” you say sarcastically, sending a grin across the table to him.

“Yeah. Tons.”

“Any luck?”

“Uh..” he sighs softly as he sets the mashed potato bowl back in the center of the table. “Kind of? I had to make a deal with him. So I had to go and talk with some lawyers to change his sentence a bit.”

“That’s scary.” His eyes lift to yours. “Like how big of a change are you talking?”

“Well, in his case, not much. All we’re doing is taking off the death penalty, and that’s only if he cooperates.” You nod softly and then grab the bowl of salad, scraping a little handful onto your plate.

“Must be a bad guy.” you say with a light chuckle. “What did he do?” That’s when Dean freezes. He feels sick for lying to you, but he doesn’t want you knowing about what's going on until he can sort things out and right now, he’s run out of lies.

“You know what, I uh…I really don’t want to talk about it.” Seeing the defeat and stress in his expression, you dropped the subject.

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just been a long day and I don’t want to…”

“Dean, it’s fine. “ He’s relieved when he sees that you’re clearly okay with not talking about it. “You deal with a lot of crap, so…if you don’t want to talk about it, I understand that it’s for a reason. So, it’s okay.” His head bobs subconsciously as he watches you dig into your meal

“So, uh…what did you end up doing today?”

“Well, I booked the venue.” your smile grows when you look up at him. “So, that’s all set. Then I started looking at invitations online. But then I got a little tired so I just sat and watched TV for a bit, read a little of my book and then started dinner.”

“Sounds like you had a pretty good day then.”

“Yeah. Was really nice actually.” You spear some lettuce with your fork. “Would have been better if you were here, but…I’ll take what I can get.” Dean’s finally able to smile a little, the magic of just being in your presence at work again. No matter what his day was full of, coming home to you was always the cure.

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youredoinghorriblesweetie · 1 year

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Make Your Heart Beat Stronger - Part 3

Rotxo x Medic in Training!Metkayina!GN!Reader Angst

Description: Tsireya tries to help you make a plan, but the plan gets too real

Timeline: begins where part 2 left off, after explaining the situation to Tsireya

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Warnings: blood, falling asleep underwater, akula attack (basically a shark attack), dragging underwater, blood loss, angst, that’s all I think so lemme know if I missed anything

Word Count: 745

Extra note: your Ilu’s name is Marie, it translates to peaceful in Māori (google translate, please correct me if I’m wrong)

“Oh no, this is bad” Tsireya says with shocked eyes after you finish explaining. “You need to apologize.”

“I’ve been trying, Reya. I just can’t find him alone. He either isn’t around or he’s helping the new kids.” You groan, flopping on the ground. “Do you think he hates me?”

“Don’t say that! Rotxo doesn’t hate anyone, he’s too sweet for that.” She giggles at the last part, making you let out a little chuckle.

“You’re right, but I still need to fix this. Any ideas?” You mumble. Tsireya thinks hard, eyebrows furrowed before she speaks.

“I’ve got it! You said he’s avoiding you, right? So let’s just make it so he can’t leave” she says confidently.

“How am I supposed to do that?”

“An akula.” Tsireya tells you.

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?” You yell.

“Okay it sounds bad but-”

“OF COURSE IT SOUNDS BAD, IT IS BAD.” You look at her with wide eyes.

“HEAR ME OUT” she pleads. You huff, looking at her with a pout. “We make it seem like you are in danger, Rotxo would never leave someone in danger. I tell him to come rescue you and once he arrives, you tell him the truth” she whispers, looking around carefully as if Rotxo himself would pop out of hiding.

“Fine, when do we put this plan into action?” You ask, looking at her with a deadpan expression.

“Today. We’ll both swim out of the reef on our Ilu but I’ll rush back with Marie and send Rotxo your way.”

“Fine. Let’s get going” you give in, getting up to walk with her to the shore.

Arriving to the beach, you can’t see Rotxo anywhere.

“He’s helping sharpen the spears right now” Tsireya whispers, understanding your confused expression.

Nodding, you climb aboard your Ilu. Once you and Tsireya connect your queues, you take off. Once you arrive outside of the reef, Tsireya smiles at you as you climb off of Marie’s back.

“Please be gentle with her” you say, always so protective of Marie. She’s a kind beast, and you’ve loved her since you were a child. She would swim to your Marui every night before you went to bed and nuzzle your face, as if she were giving you goodnight kisses. She truly is your closest friend.

“I promise, I’ll make sure nobody touches her” Tsireya assures you. Letting out a shaky breath, you give Marie a quick peck to her forehead and wave goodbye. Watching Tsireya and Marie retreat, all you can do now is wait.

Your heart raced, the anticipation killing you. Your impatience would be the death of you. It’s only been a few minutes since Tsireya climbed on shore, but to you it felt like an eternity. The tension in the air thick from your mind racing, perhaps that’s why you didn’t notice sooner. A large shadow crept behind you in the water, but you had your back turned. You didn’t even notice until you felt it brush your leg.

Freezing in place, you watched as it swam around front of you. Your breath hitched, seeing a shadow over double your size. /Don’t move, don’t move. Maybe it’ll think you’re a rock/ you thought. *it was at this moment, you knew, you fucked up*

Dragging you under the water, your leg began to sear with pain. Blood flowing out surrounding you, you tried to scream. But no matter how hard you tried, nobody would hear you. Staring the creature dead in its eyes, you felt fear overload your body. /I can’t freeze, not now. I need to do something, anything/ you panicked. In a moment, you had your teeth latched onto the beasts head, right above the eye.

It stunned the akula long enough to rip your leg from its grasp, as you swam as fast as you could. But of course it wasn’t fast enough. The akula chased you, its tooth grazing your back and making a large but shallow cut. You couldn’t see anymore. Maybe it was the blood surrounding you in the water, maybe it was the fact that the blood was flowing out of your body, but regardless you couldn’t see anything.

Feeling dizzy, your eyes began to close. /don’t fall asleep you idiot/ you thought, trying to will yourself awake. But your eyes felt so heavy and your body felt weak. You finally felt someone grip your arm, dragging you to the surface. And then it all went dark.

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Author’s Note: I am so sorry this part took a while- I genuinely just didn’t feel like writing 💀 but it’s done now!! 🫶 enjoy!! Also if I didn’t tag something then please let me know. Also my dog likes being a dick to me. If he wants to go outside, he’ll walk up in front of you and try to claw your mouth or throat and then pull you towards the door 😭 he’s a jerk, nobody even taught him this he just did it before and it worked

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White blossoms - Chapter 3

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Pairing: Melot x OFC (Tamsyn)

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: Fluff. Shenanigans. Historical inaccuracies, probably.

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Indeed, you were right: Your uncle didn’t wait until after supper to bring up the matter of you taking Tamsyn as your wife. In fact, he was not at all hesitant to give you permission to talk to her father.

“Thank you, uncle,” you said, but your face dropped when you were told of the single caveat to his permission.

“No more roaming about in the woods with that girl,” he said sternly, “or any girl. It isn’t how things are supposed to be.” Clearly, he had spoken to your mother.

“I promise, uncle,” you replied, but he did not seem to believe you one bit. That was probably for the best, in all honesty, because after sharing that sweet kiss this afternoon, you were mostly occupied with thoughts of how you could get that close to her again. And sooner rather than later, if it was at all up to you.

A perfectly fine opportunity to sneak out of the castle presented itself that night, and you gladly took it. You were careful not to be seen as you stalked through the streets, making your way to Tamsyn’s house. The sound of your knuckles against the wooden door barely cut through the sounds of the night, and at first you were afraid she hadn’t heard you, but you did not dare knock louder. After a while, the door opened - but only slightly.

“Melot?” Utter confusion lay in her voice.

“May I come in?” you said without thinking.

“I hardly think so,” she scolded you. “I’m not decent, and you’re not supposed to be here. Whatever it is can wait until morning.”

“He gave me his permission, my love,” you blurted out, unable to keep your excitement from seeping into your voice.

“What? Who did?” she replied, still confused as to what was going on. The door opened slightly wider, allowing you to see her face. Her hair had been covered hastily, you noticed.

“My uncle,” you explained. “I have his permission to speak to your father. To ask for your hand in marriage.” The confused expression on Tamsyn’s face was swiftly replaced by one that matched your own elation.

“Do you, really?” It was almost impossible to discern the soft trembling of her voice as she reached for your hand in disbelief, still not opening the door any further. “I wish I could give you the answer myself.”

“As do I,” you said as you brought her hand to your lips and chastely kissed it. “When will your parents return?” Your heart sank as she told you it would be several more days.

“Are you impatient, Melot?” Her eyes were curious, kind as they always were, yet the playful tone in her voice was what had you beside yourself with desire for her gentle touch.

“Quite, my dearest,” you said with a soft smile. For a moment, you contemplated whether you should make her privy to the thoughts that were the cause of your hurry. It could hardly hurt to tell her. She was to be your wife, after all. “And I find I am quite nervous.”

“Nervous?” Of course, she could scarcely believe you. What were you thinking, admitting something like that to the woman you wished to marry! Why should she want a husband that worried over such things? “Whatever for?”

“What if your father doesn’t agree?” you whispered softly, only hoping it was loud enough for Tamsyn to hear you. Apparently, she did, because she put a hand on your cheek, and dragged a thumb over it slowly and tenderly.

“You’re the king’s nephew, Melot,” she said, “my parents will be ecstatic.”

“They won’t be if the two of you get caught out here, in the middle of the night,” Tristan muttered from behind you so suddenly that you pulled your knife on him. He almost walked into it - hardly your fault, or so you thought. “Put that away, you fool! And come back home, immediately, before they realise we’re gone!”

“What are you doing here?”

“Are you truly that dim? I’m looking for you! Your mother will have an absolute fit if she finds out you have taken off - yet, again - mere hours after you promised your uncle to go about this the proper way. Come with me, now, lest we both hang for your mistakes. Or worse; she gets in trouble.” Tristan grabbed you by the shoulder and pulled you along. The only thing left for you to do as you took your leave was to wave at Tamsyn in the dark and hope she saw.

From that evening onward, every minute spent without him was twice its usual length - and much to your regret, there were quite a few of those. Time passed by so terribly slowly that you were quite unsure it progressed at all, and two days seemed like an eternity. Both you and Melot were kept perfectly occupied by the obligations of daily life, and save for a few glances and the odd stolen moment, you hardly saw each other at all. Your friends, too, seemed to be henchmen in God’s cruel scheme to separate the two of you: every time you threatened to run into each other, someone managed to pull you apart yet again.

When finally your parents returned, you ran outside to meet them. It wasn’t much like you, you had to admit, but you had never been happier to see them return than you were right now.

“That’s quite the welcome, dear daughter,” your mother said as you hugged her and welcomed her back home. You helped your parents with their effects and ushered them inside as quickly as you could.

“Father,” you said, “there’s someone who wants to talk to you.” It was utterly impossible to hide your excitement, therefore you ceased the endeavour at once.

“Who? And whatever about?” Your father was clearly tired, but this conversation simply could not wait. Your mother, however, was quicker to understand the situation, and she was quick to share in your exhilaration.

“Is it lord Melot?” she asked, her voice filled with anticipation. You nodded profusely in reply to her query. “The king’s nephew wants to talk to your father? Now, whatever could that be about?”

Your mother’s lips curled up into a kind smile when she saw your reaction as someone knocked on the door. Could it be him? Please, God, please, let it be him! Your heart felt like it was about to burst with emotion, and it came as no surprise that you were wholly unable to hide your disappointment when it was Beryan at your door instead of the man you hoped to see.

“Why on earth are you here?” you said to her, unfriendlier perhaps than was necessary, but alas, the words had already slipped past your lips. She paid you no mind, and stepped into your home without an invitation - which one might consider curt or presumptuous, but given the news she brought, you could hardly be cross with her.

“Tristan and Aedan saw your parents’ arrival,” she said in a melodious voice that let you know there was more to come.

“I imagine they are hardly the only ones,” you said as calmly as possible, but your heart beat so loudly you were certain everyone in the room might hear it.

“They returned to the castle immediately. The same place they had only just left…” The implication in her statement was, naturally, that they had made their way back to fetch your beloved, but since he was still not here, this knowledge did nothing to quiet your nerves.

The next knock on the door made you jump. This time, when the door opened, you were met with the face of the man you hoped would soon become your husband. Beryan took your hand in his and squeezed it. Meanwhile, you were sure you would faint if this situation dragged on any longer. The uncertainty was simply unbearable.

“Good day, Dylan,” Melot said to your father.

“My lord, I am truly honoured by your visit,” your father said as he invited Melot into your home. “May I inquire as to the occasion?” It seemed to be the case that your father did not yet realise what was going on, the poor man. Perhaps he simply dared not believe it was possible - after all, he had been more than aware that Melot had been courting you. Surely, he had known what such a thing would lead to?

“I have come to request your permission to marry your daughter,” Melot said. Were you imagining things, or did his voice tremble as he spoke? Your father was less subtle in concealing his emotions; a look of surprise lay clearly displayed in the features of his face.

“My lord, we are but common people. I feel obliged to call your attention to the fact that we have very little to offer in terms of dowry.” When your father spoke the words, you could barely keep your tears from escaping your eyes. Why had he allowed your courtship, why had he encouraged it, if he was not intent on giving Melot his blessing.

“My uncle, king Marke, has given me his permission to ask you for Tamsyn’s hand in marriage, and I have come to do just that. I promise you; I seek your blessing, not a dowry.” There it was again, this time clearer to be heard than before: a slight trembling of his voice, revealing some of the nerves he appeared to be feeling. Still, he hid them far better than you did, of course, though you were only standing there, listening. Your lip trembled, and the tears had not yet disappeared from the corners of your eyes. Whether Melot saw it when he looked at you, you could not say.

“I love her. And if my senses don’t deceive me, she loves me too.” One look was plenty for your father to ascertain the truth in that statement, and he smiled gently as he prepared his answer.

“Then I see no reason why I should deny your request, and I am more than happy to offer you my blessing, my lord.”

“Thank you, Dylan.” This time, it was abundantly clear that Melot had the greatest trouble to mask his excitement. “You have my word that I will do everything I can to make your daughter happy.”

Watching Melot shake your father’s hand almost made you jump with joy, and you were squeezing Beryan so tight she dug her fingernails into the back of your hand to make you stop. If it weren’t for her, though, you were certain you would have thrown yourself into Melot’s arms, and ruined all your chances of marriage, so you were indescribably glad she was here. Contrary to your expectations, Melot did take a few steps towards you. Carefully, he reached out a hand, fleetingly brushing your cheek with it, making sure not to linger or otherwise inappropriately touch you.

“For Heaven’s sake, Melot, get your blessing from the Church today, or I might just have to turn you down,” you said without thinking about it.

“Tamsyn!” your mother hissed. She looked as though she might suffer a stroke. In your enthusiasm, you had forgotten that you were not alone with him - and it was of utmost importance to never let anyone in on the fact that you had spent the occasional moment completely alone with him. What you had just said crossed every boundary of decorum. Melot, however, just smiled, exactly as you knew he would.

“My uncle is taking care of that, my dearest,” he said. “The good Lord knows that that priest does not like me.”

“All the more reason for him to be more than happy to see you a married man at last, nephew.” Now, it was your father’s turn to look terrified. “I am terribly sorry to interrupt, my good man, but your door was open. Might I come in?”

“Of course, your Majesty,” your father said as he bowed to the king, “it would be my honour to invite you into our humble home.”

“I think, dear sir,” Beryan interjected, turning to Melot as if she had not just almost interrupted the king. You squeezed her hand to get her to stop talking, but she ignored your silent plea. “Now that you appear to have secured the necessary consents, a formal proposal would be in order?”

“Bery, it’s alright, I would be more than ha-”

“I can assure you it isn’t alright with me. The teasing and evasion you could get away with as a child are not going to help you now, Melot,” Beryan interrupted once again. “Even if it was only last week that they still did. Be a man. Or is that too difficult for you?” What on earth was she doing? You tried to grasp her hand even more firmly, but she pulled hers away resolutely.

“Very well,” Melot said, taking into his the hand that Beryan had just let go of. He briefly cleared his throat before he looked at you.

“My dearest Tamsyn, ever since the day we first met, thoughts of you have occupied my mind. Your beauty, kindness and intelligence have captured my heart. I cannot begin to imagine life without you, but I am convinced it would hardly be worth living. You fill my heart with warmth and joy. I promise to always cherish and protect you, and to provide for you the life you deserve. Would you do me the incredible honour of becoming my wife?”

You knew you would have to answer him, not least of all for fear Beryan would get involved in the situation again, but you found yourself utterly floundering for words.

“I’m just going to help you along, dear,” your mother whispered quietly next to you. “The word you are looking for would be ‘yes’.” Beryan stifled a laugh.

Your voice was soft when you finally spoke, and your smile wide: “Yes, my lord, I would be most honoured to accept your proposal and become your wife.”

“Will you please accept this ring as a token of my commitment and affection?” In his hand, he held a simple silver band. Once again, you gladly accepted his offer, relishing the feeling of his rough hands, trembling as they caressed yours while he placed the ring on your finger.

A moment later he captured you in his arms, causing your family and Beryan to let out shocked gasps. Most shocking, perhaps, was the fact that there came no such reaction from the king himself.

“They are just holding hands, my good friend,” king Marke said plainly to your father, who looked at him in bewilderment for a moment.

“Naturally, my king,” he answered, slightly flustered by the unusual words uttered by Melot’s uncle. It wasn’t until Beryan kicked him in the shins that Melot let go of you.

“There’s indulgence, and there’s impropriety, sir. You had best learn the difference between the two, lest you destroy her reputation.”

“She is my betrothed, my lady,” Melot retorted.

“You are not,” Beryan hissed through her clenched teeth, “married,” she pulled you away from him by grasping the back of your dress, “yet.”

“I must apologise, my dear Tamsyn,” Melot said to you. His lip briefly curled up into the playful smile you had become so familiar with over the past few months. “I know not what came over me.” He once again took your hands in his, and stepped back to restore proper distance between you, no doubt to avoid another bruise on his leg from Beryan.

“Dear nephew, I think we shall take our leave,” the king said to Melot - though the latter hardly seemed intent on letting go of your hands.

“Your Majesty,” your mother said quickly, “might we offer you some ale or mead, in honour of the occasion.”

“No need, lady Senara, though I thank you for your kind offer,” the king answered. “I do agree, however, that this is cause for celebration. A feast, perhaps tomorrow? Please accept my invitation.” Naturally, your family accepted gratefully, though you knew you hadn’t much of a choice. “Splendid. We will send for you,” Melot said as he ever so gently pressed his lips to your hand before taking his leave.

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