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sanctuary1988 · 25 days

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| Interlude | pt. 2

French: /the petals of love/

Pairing: Gwi x fem! noble! Reader

Summary: A heartless vampire falls in love for the first time in centuries of loneliness. Passion, secrets, betrayal and love drown the royal palace. Will your love for Gwi prevail through time or will it wither away like a fallen rose petal? Maybe love was his punishment, maybe love was your salvation. Or wasn't it a curse to you both? Because, who can beat a race against time? Who can love in the dark? Who can love without truth? After all, even the most beautiful flower will wither away and end in ashes of time, remembered only by the one who cherished her the most.

Warnings: fluff, love, heavy makeout session O.O, implied smut, nudity, confession, my boy is a gentleman so HE ASKS FOR CONSENT!!!, kissing, battling of emotions, TENSION!, typical period misogyny (flower is said to be pure in the ways of carnal desires), flower is described to be shorter than Gwi, declarations, historical! AU, royal! AU?, cannon copilant (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 2.2k words

A/N: I don't know why but I struggled to write this part so much! In the end I went with what I felt comfortable and with what I figured fit the story better. 🙈 lmao. ❤️❤️❤️

Please let me know your thoughts in the comments! I'd love to hear from you, loves. We are having a little of a recap right where we left this two lovebirds hehe, Enjoy! 🫶🫶🫶

His lips smashed with yours. The intensity of the kiss took your breath away. His lips moved against yours with desperate urgency. His hand slid to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing against yours while you stood on your tiptoes and kissed him back.

You responded in kind, your hands fisting at his robes with equal fervour as you danced to the symphony of your hearts combined. The world around you disappeared, leaving only the two of you locked in this moment of raw, unbridled passion.

Gwi’s hand tightened on your neck, not in a painful way but with a possessive intensity that made your pulse quicken and warmth to pool in your lower abdomen. The taste of him was addicting and you craved for something you didn’t know you needed up until this moment.

A soft whimper left your throat the second he broke the kiss, your lips were left tingling with the sensation of your passion. His eyes looked down at you as you both panted softly into each other’s mouths.

“Love me. Love with me.”

You craned up your head, feeling such an overwhelming need that you knew only he could fulfil.

“I love for you, my petal.”

You moaned as he kissed you again, a sound that was foreign to you but felt completely natural as you melted against him. Your hands cradled his face as he pressed you to him with a palm on your waist and the other tangled in your hair. He bent down, picking you up in his arms, you gasped at the change of position and looked into his eyes as you swore they tinted crimson for a second.

Gwi kissed you again, softer this time as he began to walk to your room. His arms beneath you tightened ever so slightly when your hands held onto his robes. Gwi carried you with an ease that made you feel weightless, his steps measured and purposeful as he guided you both through the dimly lit corridors. The candles flickered, casting long shadows on the stone walls, but you barely noticed, your senses completely consumed by the man holding you so tightly against him.

Every part of you was acutely aware of him—his strength, his warmth, the way his heartbeat echoed in time with your own. His lips brushed against your temple in tender kisses, a sharp contrast to the intensity of his desires moments ago. Almost as if he was trying to convey the depth of his emotions without words.

Your bedroom welcomed you both with the flickers of the candles and the petals from the tree that fell slowly like snowflakes.

Gwi lay you down on the soft bedding, his big hand cradling your head as he hovered over you, his lips pressing against yours in a delicate connection of love. One of his hands travelled down your body, your breath hitched in your throat as you craved for something you didn’t know could be owned.

“Please.”

Your mumbled words against his lips made him open his eyes as he looked down at you. His dark gaze bore into your own and there was a moment of hesitation that crossed his eyes.

“Are you even aware of what you are asking, petal?”

Your heart pounded in your chest as his words echoed in your ears, the weight of his question pressing down on you. Gwi’s gaze was intense, searching your eyes for any sign of doubt or hesitation.

You kept silent, not fully understanding the undertone of his words. You were innocent in the ways of carnal acts and for the first time, it frightened you to think that you had no idea, no concept at all of what the act of love was.

“You are asking to be mine.”

His hand cradled your cheek, his thumb running over your bottom lip. Your pulse quickened to the point where you feared he could hear it.

“I am yours.”

His eyes softened at the innocence in your words. At the lust that swarmed in your (e/c) eyes that contradicted the inexperience of your body.

“You don’t know how much I have wanted you like this… all to myself.”

Your lips parted ever so softly as you blinked up at him. Gwi watched you with a certain melancholy as his thumb caressed the apple of your cheek and his other hand played with a strand of your hair between his fingers.

“I’ve waited for you to ask it on your own, to never force you to anything but I cannot restrain myself anymore so I must ask you myself.”

His voice was dark, deep with an intensity you had never heard before. You looked at him as his eyes lowered to your lips once more not knowing that another kiss from those lips of yours would shatter what little control he had left with him.

“Ask me what?”

His eyes met yours once more and you saw all the emotions swarming in his dark eyes, all the love, the longing, the lust, the desire. It was all laid out bare for you to see and treasure. Gwi smiled softly, a subtle gesture but it softened his features even more making him look like an angel of darkness.

“You are everything to me, (y/n). Everything. And I want to show you how much you mean to me. Let me make love to you. Let me kiss you and own you forever so that I am yours in every lifetime.”

Butterflies swirled in your stomach at his beautiful words. Your heart tightened with the treasure of his poetry

“I love you as well. But I-I have never… I’ve never been loved this way.”

One of your hands cradled his cheek, gazing into his dark eyes, those starless galaxies you were drowning in. Your whispered words pulled at his heartstrings, almost as if you feared you would shatter the moment if you were to speak freely.

“That’s why I am asking for your permission. It will always be your choice. Today and every other time. It's always your choice, flower.”

Gwi had always protected you and cared for you but as he spoke those words to you, you felt so safe and cherished in his presence you couldn’t help but kiss him. Passionately, wholeheartedly, desperately. His scent filled your senses and it made you dizzy as his tongue explored your mouth and danced with yours in a soft waltz where the rhythm came from the heart.

But the moment you raised your hands to wrap them around his neck and pull him closer, he broke the kiss. His eyes held yours as your chest rose with the sharp intakes of air you tried to force into your lungs. Your cheeks were flushed, your hands gripped at his robes by the nape of his neck as you panted softly.

“You have to say it, my flower. I will not do anything until I have your voiced consent. I can’t do this with you without hearing you saying yes.”

You swallowed, never breaking eye contact as you smiled. Feeling safe, loved and cared for under his intense gaze.

“Yes. I want you to love me. I want to be yours.”

He leaned down, his nose touched yours ever so delicately.

“I’ll be gentle.”

Gwi pecked your lips and you sighed against him. His tongue lapped at your mouth to give him access and you did, opening your mouth and letting his tongue tangle with yours in that harmonious dance of passionate melodies.

The hand that cradled your cheek travelled down your body, hid long pale fingers working quickly to unfasten the silky goreum of your hanbok. You didn’t resist, allowing him to undress you as you surrendered yourself under him. His lips travelled from your lips to your jaw before they began kissing down the column of your neck. You gasped, fingers tangling in his black locks as he sucked on a particularly sensitive part beneath your ear.

Your scent was intoxicating and his eyes turned crimson with desire. He could hear how fast your heart was hammering against your chest, how you were panting softly in his ear and the feeling of your soft skin under his lips made him want to succumb to his darkest desires.

“My love…”

The way your voice sounded, so vulnerable, so full of want. Stirred something within him. He managed to get control of his most primal urges as his palm touched your now bare stomach. The touch made you whimper, his big calloused hand caressed you as if you were a doll made of glass.

Gwi kissed you again, your eyes closed and you felt his hands leave your body. You gasped when you heard the sound of fabric being torn and you broke the kiss just to see he had ripped the skirts of your dress, exposing you more and more for his eyes only.

“I… I want to see you too.”

Gwi's eyes, now tinted with a deep shade of crimson that looked like the reflection of the candles, locked onto yours as your timid words hung in the air. The intensity of his gaze was almost overwhelming, but you held it, feeling a surge of boldness despite your vulnerability. The raw desire reflected in his eyes made your breath catch, but beneath that, you could also see something else—something tender, almost reverent.

A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he slowly loosened his hold on the fabric of your dress, allowing it to fall away completely. His fingers, once again gentle, traced the line of your jaw before moving to the ties of his own robes. With deliberate, almost ritualistic care, he began to undo them, his eyes never leaving yours as he revealed himself to you.

Piece by piece, the barriers between you were stripped away until he stood before you, bared and vulnerable in a way that mirrored your own exposure. The flickering light in the room cast shadows across his pale skin, highlighting the strength of his form—the sinewy muscles, the sharp angles that made him both intimidating and breathtakingly beautiful.

You reached out, your fingers trembling slightly as they traced the contours of his chest, marvelling at the warmth beneath your touch. The connection between you deepened with every second, the air around you charged with a heady mixture of anticipation and longing.

Gwi's breath hitched as your hands explored him, his body responding to your touch with a shudder that sent a thrill through you. The power of the moment—the power you held over him—was intoxicating, but it was also humbling. He was laying himself bare before you, not just physically but emotionally as well, and the weight of that trust settled in your chest.

“You are so beautiful.”

You whispered, your voice trembling with awe. Your words seemed to strike a chord deep within him, his gaze softening as he leaned down to capture your lips in another kiss. This one was slower, more tender, a wordless declaration of everything he felt for you.

As his lips moved against yours, his hands resumed their exploration of your body, this time with a gentleness that belied the fierce passion simmering beneath the surface. His touch was reverent, as if he was memorising every curve, every dip, every inch of you with his hands and lips.

The night was soft, illuminated only by candlelight that reflected the dance of intimacy you tangled yourself in. Gwi kissed you, held you, claimed you. Your sighs filled the room, his soft praises on your ear made you tingle with warmth, he relinquished in your chants of pleasure as he gave you all of himself, taking everything from you and promising you the moon so that you could have it within your hands.

He kissed you with a burning desire he had never felt. He loved you like he had never loved before. The vampire became human for a night, his heart beating for his beautiful flower in his grey garden.

“I love you.”

You had smiled when he said it. The sight of you under him, loved by him, held by him in such a delicate way made his dead heart stir with so much want, so much need to have you, claim you and protect you for eternity.

“I love you more.”

He kissed you, his lips mingling with yours in a soft waltz of love. You kissed him back, smiling as his love cradled your heart in soft white petals of innocence and purity.

“That cannot be, petal. I love you now and I’ll love you through centuries of time.”

You didn’t know what he meant with those words so you kissed him again. Not knowing his promise would keep him alive when storms would arrive during his neverending days. Because you belonged to him in a deeper way. He was more than your lord, more than your protector. He owned your heart. You belonged by his side and Gwi had willingly let himself be owned by the beautiful petal that fell from a death tree and was now his to protect and care for as long as he lived.

“You are mine forever, my sweet flower. Mine.”

Sept/01/2024

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I LOVEEEE your daemon angst!!!! MORE MORE MORE 😃😃

I'll Play The Fool Instead

Daemon Targaryen x Reader + Harwin Strong x Reader

Summary: The king's younger brother was as insufferable as the rumors made him out to be. Having caught his eye at a feast, your instant reflex was to snarl your teeth at the prince, until you realized your parents were against the idea of him lingering around you. Ever since then, it was Daemon, you, and not at all secret rendezvous. Oh, and ser Harwin.

Word Count: 5k+

Warnings: Bad parental relations, graphic mentions of physical violence and injuries, fem!reader, angst? i truly cant tell, typos, etc.

A/N: I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHY I MADE THIS SO LONG KILL ME NOW. ALSO ???? is it even angst i can't tell, can someone tell me i'm being fr right now Anyway, this was anon was most probably a responding to another ask i had where I said I wouldn't be continuing my angst fic called Doves, Snakes, Dragons, so you should go read that i guess, though it literally has nothing to do with this fic HAAHAH. also the title is a line from the english version of congratulations by day6

The first time I ever encountered the prince was during a feast where he said he liked the color of my dress.

"I like the color of your dress," a voice calls from behind me, making me and my lady friends halt our giggles and turn over to whom spoke.

My brow quirks and my grin falters into that of annoyance, "why thank you, Prince Daemon."

The prince's eyes rake my entire body up and down without shame.

I let out a barely amused chuckle, "I have not yet had a man compliment me in such a way."

He tilts his head, eyes finally locking into my hardened gaze, "what do they usually compliment?"

"My bosoms," I retort, crossing my arms, making the very area of my body push up at the action.

He breaks into a chuckle, and I half expect him to turn to my breasts, yet he does not look down, "the men around you would dare be so tactless?"

"I'm shocked that you're surprised by it," I say in uninterested tone. I give one last nod in regard then turn back to my friends, though obviously they had been watching my exchange with the prince and looked far more interested in it now than whatever it was we were previously talking about.

"Might I tempt you with a dance?"

I roll my eyes and make no attempt to turn to him, "no, but perhaps one of my dear friends would be interested," I look between the ladies then finally turn back to the prince.

With that, I give him a proper curtsy, "your grace," then walk away.

Daemon turns to the ladies.

"My prince-"

He walks off before she could continue.

"What was that?!" an aggressive mutter paired with an aggressive grip pulls me to the side before I can even make my way to the banquet table to pour myself a drink.

"What was what, mother?" I say releasing a deep sigh to calm myself, lest I blow up in front of everyone and be locked in my room as a consequence again.

"Were you entertaining the prince?!" she breathes heavily against my neck.

I roll my eyes, turning to her, "no mother," I pull my arm out of her grip, "I have no intention of-"

"Good," she releases, firm and relieved. She straightens herself up and fixes the already perfectly fixed hair on my head, "the prince acts like he is starved of attention and nothing but trouble nips at his heels. I will not have you associate with him as both your brothers would likely fall into hot water for it. Especially not when your father has already laid out a more suitable match for you."

My eyes widen, not that she would notice, since she was busy pampering me for no reason.

Her words make me scan the room for the very person she did not want to be around me. So very quickly, I spot the prince on the other side of the room, eyes already on me.

Prince Daemon's expression is stoic, and yet there is a slight curve in the corner of his lips.

"Now go," my mother says, forcing my head to look at her with her soft but heavy hand, "the Strongs await you."

My lips curl in distaste. My mother spins me around, facing me to the direction of my father, and pushes me off. I release a sigh and head to my old man beckoning me over. On my way, I look over my shoulder and find the prince's eyes have still not left me. I smile to myself.

"Lord Strong," I bow to whom I would assume was my potential match, "Lord Strong," I bow to whom was clearly his father, "Father," I give my father a sardonic smile.

He ignores this and pulls me under his arm, "finally, my daughter graces us with her presence."

"Tis a pleasure to finally see you face to face," the man my father's age speaks, "your father's stories do you no justice."

My father is displeased when I only return the man's words with a half smile, "thank Lord Lyonel for the compliment, daughter."

I turn to my father with the same smile still on my face, but Lord Lyonel cuts in, "no thanks is required, I'm merely telling you my thoughts."

The genuine tone of the man makes me turn to him and drop my fake smile.

"I can only assume then you are more temperate than what your father described."

I snort at that.

My father shifts next to me.

I break into a genuine smile, "Thank you, my Lord," I curtsy, "tis not often that I hear such genuine compliments."

"I do hope you allow my son to continue with the task," Lord Lyonel says, motioning to the man beside him.

"Harwin Strong, my lady," he introduces, reaching his hand out to me.

I take his hand, introducing myself, and find myself not utterly revolted when he kisses my skin.

After that, our fathers promptly leave us to our own devices. Harwin pours me a drink and leads me to a more quieter side of the room.

In all fairness, he was kind, funny, and an utter gentleman. He did not advance with his hand like other men would, nor did he press on topics I showed no interest in. I did enjoy our conversation, but I was too distracted by the silver haired prince that positioned himself conveniently right across us.

I giggle at Harwin's joke. He leans in as he shares in my laughter. His father and my parents, who were watching us intently, are utterly pleased with our exchange.

"I do not wish to cut our laughter short, but I fear I might piss myself if I do not relieve myself right this instant," Harwin says after his chuckles die down.

"Oh," I shake my head, "and here I thought of inviting you to a dance to prove how true your jests at being horrible at it are."

Harwin lets out an amused breath, "then I shall be quick about it and return to accompany you with my two left feet."

I nod, "I'll walk you then."

"There is no need, my la-"

"No, I think I shall ask the prince to be my partner in the meantime."

Harwin's grin falters and he instinctively turns to the man he had been acutely aware was staring the whole time.

Noticing his features dip, I look over to my parents and see that they looked utterly blissful now. How nice it would be if I changed that.

"I snubbed him a while ago," I mutter, making Harwin turn back to me, "I do think I should entertain him now while you are gone."

I half expect Harwin to repel the idea, but I am impressed at his composure as he nods, "as you wish."

And so we head over to the other side of the room.

On the way, he jokes again about his horrible dance moves and I let out a laugh. I feel my parents eyes hot on my back when we near the exit. Harwin gives me one last look before I break away from him and move over to the prince.

The Targaryen is fully amused when I walk in front of him.

"My prince," I curtsy.

He hums, "bored out of your mind, were you?"

I straighten up and chuckle at his words, "I think you witnessed how much I laughed at his words from here, just as I witnessed your intent gaze."

The curve on his lips does not falter, and yet I do not miss how his jaw tenses.

I hold back a laugh, "I have decided to rescind my rejection."

He chuckles, turning to his feet as he walks over to me, "and did your mother convince you otherwise?" He clicks his tongue once, "I'm afraid no one in this world has a face pretty enough for me to forgive conspirators who wish to leech off me for power."

Once he is before me, he lifts his eyes and burns me with his gaze.

I am excited by his attempt and give a smile in return, "contrarily, she piqued my interest when she ordered me to stay away from you."

The prince narrows his eyes upon hearing this.

"I am honestly shocked you are unaware of the impertinent eldest child of my house, who works tirelessly against her parents' wills."

The glint in his eyes brighten, "and why would she do such happy things?" he lifts his head interest.

"She is sick that her stupid younger brothers get to do what they want and she has to get married off for the benefit of her family."

He mock sighs, "pity."

"It would be if you don't allow me the satisfaction of maddening my parents," I purse my lips, "it is precisely for that reason that I am now eager to take you up on your offer."

Daemon takes a moment to measure my reaction. He tears his gaze from me, looking out to the room, finding, sure enough, two pairs of eyes were angrily staring back at him. He smirks, turning back to me, "an interesting turn of events."

"My mother said you were starved of attention," I note, immediately making him grunt in amusement. I continue, "and my parents' angry gaze is attention still."

Daemon places his hands behind him, tilting his head in thought. I mirror his actions. He chuckles breathily in response.

"Might I ask for your company the second time then?" he reaches is hand out.

I take it and pull him to the frolicking crowd without another word.

The second time I would encounter him was the day after, on my way to a tea party that was routinely held by the gardens of the palace.

"I heard you received quite an earful from your mother after the feast," the familiar voice speaks from behind me, "before ultimately being locked up in your room."

I look over my shoulder and behold the Targaryen prince. I stop in my tracks, making him do the same, "and where, pray tell, did you hear such a viscous rumor?"

Prince Daemon looks down at me due to his height. He has his hands behind him as he shifts on one leg. He looks much more princely now with the gardens in the background. Suddenly I wonder what he was doing here, since he's never attended the tea party before, and I was sure only the ladies and I would be here today.

"The servants talk" he mutters plainly, "and apparently your mother's rage is unmistakable."

I laugh heartily, "it is," then shake my head, "but do not worry. It is a custom in our house, and she only ever uses her words to wound me."

"Yes," he says, turning to the direction I was heading, leading us off, "I assumed as much when you told me how you revel in disobedience."

I smile to myself as I follow after him.

"There is a congregation of chatty ladies beyond the fence, correct?" he points forward.

"Indeed, my prince," I grin ear to ear, turning to him.

He turns to me with a knowing look, "how long do you think your sermon will be if I walk you there, hand in mine?"

I break into a laugh. Daemon turns away and follows suit. I grab his hand and take larger strides, "best not to think about it too much."

I do not hear the way Daemon chuckles as I make my way to the heart of the garden.

The very moment we arrive, it is clear the tea party is unlike the usual ones, as each lady is paired with a man, standing closely together in their own personal bubble.

"Oh, there she is," one of the ladies say, "and by the gods, in the hand of the prince."

The prince greets the scrutinizing gazes with a grin and leads me to the dining table that was mostly vacated.

I find my focus on ser Harwin, who was seated by the opposite side of the table, gazing tightly at Daemon, then speak "I was unaware we would be joined by the lords today."

"Clearly, my love," one of the ladies seated retorts before sipping on her cup.

"I am surprised you managed to drag the prince here," another adds, looking to our joined hands, "he digs his heels in the dirt every occasion I invite him."

I turn Daemon, who turns from Harwin, then to the woman who spoke, "I only thought it would be unbecoming if our lady walks all the way here by herself," his eyes take in mine, then presses a kiss on the back of my hand, "I shall leave you to your tea, then."

I curtsy at him as he pulls away.

"Ser Harwin," Daemon turns to the man glaring at him, "do take care of our lady."

I walk over to Lord Strong the moment the prince leaves. The ladies watch me and begin to gossip with each other.

He greets me, lips not missing a smirk.

I match his expression, "my Lord Strong."

"My lady," he stands beside me, "your mother did warn me you had a knack for theatrics."

"Hmm," I chuckle, "did she say theatrics or impertinence?"

Harwin chuckles, looking over his shoulder, deciding to lead me off to where we would not be heard so keenly, "no mother would dare speak so poorly of their child."

I snort as we walk over to the flowery part of the garden, "clearly you are not acquainted by my mother."

"Well," he raises a hand, "tis not your mother I wish to be acquainted with anyway," he picks a flower from a bush, "but her daughter."

I turn to the bright pink petals in his hand and take it in mine. Harwin smiles as I inhale the flowers scent.

Ever since then, whispers of me and the prince, and me and ser Harwin, would slowly trickle through court. It wouldn't take long for the mangled truth of us to reach the ears of my parents. And of course, for every time they told me to stay away from the king's brother, I would reach out to him more eagerly.

For every time they would arrange a meeting with Strong, I'd make sure the Targaryen would find an opportunity to butt in.

At a point, my parents stopped telling me about my premade meets with Harwin, and yet Daemon still managed to come around, to my delight and everyone else's annoyance.

It was clear to most onlookers that I was absolutely smitten with the prince after all our 'coincidental' meetings, and yet I was also extremely taken by how ceaselessly patient Harwin was by it all.

It was, I suppose, during our 20th meeting that a chord was actually struck. And as innocent I could say I was, for I truly did not know they would fight that day, perhaps I should have known they would, considering we were at a tourney after all.

"My lady," Harwin huffs, looking up at me with a grin. The horse he is mounted on is restless as it was only just galloping fiercely across the grounds moments ago. "Might I have your favor again?"

I smile down on him from the elevated stand as he points his lance at my direction.

My mother hands me a wreath and urges me off my seat. I walk over to ser Harwin and throw the ring of leaves to his undefeated weapon, "nine is a bit excessive, don't you think?"

"Shall I withdraw at your command then, my lady?"

I shake my head, "I would not dare deny the crowds their dashing champion."

Harwin chuckles as the crowds roar at my words. He takes the wreath from his lance and hands it to the servant who places it with the rest of them, "then perhaps a last victory for an even 10."

"As you wish, my lord."

I retreat back to my seat and earn a pleased look from my mother. Her pleased look does not last when she hears the name of Harwin's next competitor.

My own jaw slacks at the sight of Daemon from the other side of the fighting ground. He was clad in thick, and flashy armor, and he seems to know exactly where my seat was, considering he was staring right at me as he strut his horse over. I have no idea why my mother thinks pinching my arm will make me close it and not open my mouth wider.

It doesn't take long for the two to ready on either side.

Without a seconds thought, the two opponents are now charging, bashing their beams on each other's shields. Their might seems to be an even match, as both their lances are crushed on impact.

The audience revels in the violence of the match. They crush their lances on each other twice more before, finally, Harwin is thrown off his horse.

I honestly was so shocked by the outcome that I jump out of my seat and lean against the rails gasping.

Daemon gallops and screams victoriously at the crowd who was celebrating their prince. His gaze meets mine and he rides over my direction at once. I cringe at the thought of him trampling on Harwin, who was writhing in the dirt, and mutter a prayer that the two do not go at each other with their swords.

I release a breath when Daemon passes Harwin, making no attempt to unmount his horse or continue the fight.

I hear my mother call out my name repeatedly but I ignore her as the prince is nigh over. I watch as Daemon points his lance at me, "I have spared your strong suitor a death in the tourney grounds," he makes his horse halt before me, "the least the fair lady can do is offer me the wreath meant for his tenth victory."

I release a chuckle and shake my head.

Daemon smirks as he looks up at me in expectation.

"Of course, my prince," I turn over, holding my hand out to my mother. She gives me a defiant look and I raise a brow in response, "the wreath mother."

She clenches her jaw.

I sigh, looking back out the stands, "can someone give me a wreath?"

Daemon catches my mothers gaze then drops the lance in his grip to the side. I turn back to him after, as he then commands his horse to stride forward.

Harwin finally stands from where he was on the dirt with the aid of his family servants.

"If you cannot grant me a wreath," Daemon calls, bringing his horse to the side, forcing me to lean into the railing so I could still see him.

The crowd goes wild. My mother grumbles my name.

Harwin watches as Daemon throws his helm and shifts on his steed, wobblily bringing his feet to his saddle attempting to stand.

I gasp when his hand reaches the rail and his head rises up near mine. His grin does not fade even after seeing my mother's furious expression from behind me.

"Perhaps a kiss then?"

The crowd goes wild.

My mother blinks rapidly, in pure disbelief. She is too stunned to move. She barks my name out in a warning, but I my heart is fluttering at the prince's boyish grin.

I do not hesitate and take his cheeks in my hand, bring my lips upon his. The crowd grows even wilder.

Harwin turns away as the crowd roars in approval.

Our 21st meeting is in the secrecy of midnight at the stables near my home.

I hear my name. I lift my gaze from the horse I was petting and find the prince's face as it twists at the sight of me.

"By the gods," Daemon mutters, hand springing to the side of my face. His eyes darken at the purple around my eye.

He does not find the same amusement I do when I speak, "I never thought they'd lay their hands on me like this. I used to pride myself in knowing only my younger brothers got the wrath of my father's hand."

"Your father did this to you?" Daemon practically growls.

"Apparently, my words amount to nothing now, as he is more convinced by the rumors of the servants that claim I am pregnant with your child."

Daemons brows tighten, "and what did your Harwin Strong have to say about this?"

"He has not seen me for days after the tourney, which is what angered my father to begin with."

He scoffs out a chuckle, "I underestimated how weak willed and spineless the ninnyhammer could be," Daemon pulls his hand away to brush my hair back, "clearly he should be called Harwin Cunt."

I roll my eyes, "he could have broken bones from your blow for all you know."

Daemon narrows his eyes at that, "I broke his fragile ego, surely," he shakes his head, "and you a bruising mine by guarding his name when he failed to guard you from your father's hand."

I chuckle before aimlessly walking off, "how brave of you to admit to the fragility of your ego." I look over to him as he walks by my side, "still, Harwin has done nothing but be patient with me and our schemes against my parents."

Daemon looks like he doesn't enjoy where this is going.

"I've accepted that he is to be my future husband. My father will stop at nothing to ensure it."

"No," he quips, causing me to stop in my tracks.

Daemon and I share a long look before her brings his hand up to ghost on the bruise on my face, "there would be no finer match between a lady of your stature and a prince like I."

"Hmp," I scoff, "except my father loathes you."

"Surely, he does not loathe the opportunity to rise next to the second highest seat in the realm."

I am unable to respond as he places his hand on my belly, "and making the rumors true would give him no choice but to comply."

The sincerity of his words make me raise my brows and shove him off. He chuckles.

I cross my arms, "I might be unruly, but I am still a lady."

Daemon chuckles as I continue, "if you wish to get me pregnant, you're going to have to get on one knee first."

I'm genuinely surprised how the prince invited himself to our house later that day. Of course, he was still the prince, and knowing his wildness, my parents did not dare to turn him away.

My father was rendered completely dumbstruck by the visit, and where my mother chastised me again later that night, he only watched our viscous exchange.

I sent word to Daemon about it swiftly, practically giggling in my letter at the idea that his visit broke my father.

I did not receive a response though, but I thought nothing of it because I knew I would see him soon enough.

And yet days would pass I wouldn't hear from him same as ser Harwin.

It would not have phased me as much as it did, but then my mother had taken her turn at beating me. With my father no longer present, since he was out of town to mend my proposal with ser Harwin, my mother readily took up the mantle as disciplinarian.

She was not like my father, who I knew immediately regret bringing his hand out to his only daughter; she used me to air out all her frustrations eagerly. She was worse than my father, since she made sure to hit me repeatedly with not her hand, but her cane in places that would not be visible.

It got to a point were the servants called a maester for me at one time. In fact, it got so bad that my younger brothers, who had always been scared shitless by our mother, finally stepped in to hold her back. They even told me to leave home until father returned.

You can bet that they didn't have to tell me twice.

And so having already prepared lodging for me, my brothers sent me off to the capital and told me not to return until they sent word of my father's arrival.

At this point, I had sent word to the prince, eager to take my mind off my aching body. I found it utterly out of character when I still did not receive a response. Thus, out of my own volition, I came to him.

"The servants told me you'd be here," I call, releasing a soft and relieved smile upon seeing the prince's silver-white hair reading a book by the weirwood tree.

He was sitting on a chair at a table set with snacks, not at all moving to turn to me at all.

"Is your story that intriguing that it's made you ignore me?"

Daemon finally turns to me, face hard, eyes uninterested.

The smile that I gave him fades when he stands and walks past me without a word.

I knit my brows as he strides away. I call for him when I am faced with his back, "Daemon, I-"

"It's your grace," he cuts, raising a finger as he turns back to me with a look of anger, "Prince Daemon of house Targaryen."

I look at him as he clutches the book in his hand tightly.

"Your grace," I mutter softly.

"Yes," he snips, then slowly words out, "Lady Hightower."

My face contorts as I shake my head in confusion, "I do not understand. I am not-"

"No?" he adds blurts, "but your cunt of a father is The Hand, Otto Hightower's cousin, is he not?"

I step back when he steps towards me.

"This was all your elaborate mind fuck, wasn't it?" he chuckles dryly, "you even went as far to let your father strike you so that I would-"

"Daemon," I raise my hands, "I-"

"DO NOT ACT FAMILIAR!" he snarls, throwing his book forcefully off to my side. I heave sharply in fear and feel my pulse quicken as the prince accuses, "you are a deceptive wench, hellbent on climbing to the top, just as I knew you were from the start!"

I shiver, "and you are turning into my father that chose to strike me because of baseless rumors!" I whine, holding back tears as my lips wobbled.

Daemon turns away, laughing darkly, "oh, don't play the victim!" He turns back to me, chest rising and falling in anger, "I heard your father speak it to his conspiring cousin that he struck you so that I'd take notice."

Unable to even process the weight his words held if it were true, I just look at him with tears falling helplessly from my eyes.

"What say you now, bitch?" Daemon seethes.

"Daem-"

"DO NOT CALL ME BY MY NAME!" he shouts, taking my shoulders in his hands, shaking me in anger.

He was unaware of the bruises in my arms, which is why he shoves me back when I scream, what was to his ears, exaggeratedly.

I reel back at his strength, having none to repel it, and come crashing back to the table behind me. The unanticipated contact on the small of my back makes me coil in the most unsavory of ways. I knock a few plates on the floor.

There is a shooting pain that shakes all over my body. The searing sensation makes me drop to the floor where my hands land on a plate that breaks under the force of my weight.

Tears and whines rip out of throat as I pull my bloody hand away from the shards that cut me.

Daemon had not anticipated that to happen at all, and so he just stood there, stunned. He was so stunned, in fact, he didn't have the wits to look over his shoulder as someone screamed out and tackled him.

With intent to destroy, Harwin lunged on Daemon, pinning him down on the ground where he punched him twice before he halted after hearing the sound of pained whimpers.

Harwin looked over his shoulder to me, and shoved himself off of the prince that was writhing, dazed on the floor.

"My lady!" Harwin calls to me, offering his one hand out as the other goes to my shoulder. He makes tries to lift me to my feet, by I let out a pained cry that stops him from moving me any further.

Daemon props himself on his elbows upon hearing it.

"Apologies," Harwin says, "I-"

"No," I shudder in pain, "I-" tears fog my sight, "I don't think I can stand."

Harwin clenches his jaw, nostrils flaring, "I will have the prince answer to hi-"

"It's not him," I whine, finally managing to at least pull away from the broken glass on the floor with the dark haired man's aid, "it's- it's my mother," I choke out a cry, "she's enraged that you have not returned because I have upset you-"

"You have not upset me," Harwin calls, "not you."

Daemon finally has the brain to stand.

"Harwin, I- I can't-"

Without another word, Harwin mutters that he will carry me to the maesters. I shake my head in disapproval, but he only hushes out apologies as he brings me to his arms.

Daemon catches a glimpse of what was underneath my skirt, discolored marks, unmistakably bruises.

I moan out in pain as Harwin cradles me in his arms. My hand darts to his face, but I pull back when I wipe blood on his cheek. I cry harder now, "I- Harwin-"

He looks down at me in his arms, hushing me as he shakes his head.

Daemon runs off in a hurry to ready the maesters that were just a hall away. Harwin is shocked but relieved that the maesters have a bed prepared for me the moment we enter. He is angered to know it is because of the prince.

"The prince pushed her," Harwin speaks sharply, turning to the said man, as he sets me down on the bed.

The closest maester does nothing but come towards me to attend to my bloody hands.

"She has bruises on her legs," Daemon says, making both Harwin and the maester turn to him. The former clenches his jaw tightly, anger doubling when my legs are examined by a separate maester.

He doesn't have to say it, but the maester speaks what both men already figured, "the lady was probably hit by a stick of sorts."

Daemon heaves in anger. Harwin twitches at the prince's reaction.

The maester asks me to describe the pain I'm feeling, and I explain it to him, adding I collided against a table but then also the fact that my mother hit me with a cane on my back on an occasion where I ran from her.

The maester gives me something for the pain.

Upon drinking it, I look between Harwin and Daemon who were both angry and distraught. My face was still glazed with tears when I muttered, "please, don't take me back home, I beg of you."

The two of them move to speak, but Harwin is who is heard, "I will take you to my residence."

Daemon scoffs, "she will stay here," he throws Harwin a dirty look, "with the company of the best maesters."

"What so you can fucking push her from the top of the tower next?"

Daemon rages over to Harwin, but my squeaking command for them to stop proves to be effective.

Daemon turns to me, but I am too focused on Harwin to care, "my father said he went to you to convince you to take me back."

Harwin knits his brows.

"How could he when he's here, conspiring with Otto Hightower?" Daemon retorts in a sour tone.

Harwin ignores him and walks over to me, kneeling by the side of my bed, "he came to me, saying that you were ashamed to face me after the tourney and told me to patient for your call."

I cannot believe what I am hearing.

I break into a fit of tears, screwing my eyes shut in disbelief, "Harwin, I've been waiting for you to come to me so that I-" I bite my lip and shake my head, "when I realized you weren't coming, I thought my only hope of relief from my mother's hand would be when my father returns home."

Harwin sighs, as I repeat, "please, don't send me back."

Moving closer to me after the maester finished wrapping my wound, he mutters, "I will not allow another soul hurt my bride."

Both I and Daemon freeze upon hearing that.

Harwin pulls the ring from his finger and fiddles with it for a moment, "I agreed to my father's plans to wed you the moment I saw you, my lady."

He slips the ring on my finger, making my breath hitch.

"Harwin," I start and make a move to sit up, but there is again a blinding pain that shoots down my spine that forces me to screw my eyes shut and yelp.

He places a gentle hand on my arm, barely ghosting on my skin, hushing me yet like he has been since he carried me.

When I open my eyes, my gaze darts over to the prince, but I find that he is no longer here.

My line of sight drifts back down to the man before me, and I only have the strength to reply to him with a sad smile.

#idk what i did fam #daemon fanfic #harwin fanfic #daemon angst #daemon targaryen fanfic #daemon x reader #daemon x you #harwin x reader #harwin x you #harwin angst #harwin fluff #ig its fluff for him cos harwin hecka sweet in this #harwin strong fanfic #harwin strong angst #house of the tragon fanfic #daemon targaryen x reader #harwin strong x reader

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puckpocketed · 3 months

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tag game! pick a song for each letter of your url and tag that many people (if you can)

thank u for the boop @maxkeplers <3 i WILL be flexing my listening range and overdoing the assignment (song blurbs!!!). additionally, all songs link to youtube + collected playlist at the end if anyone would like to listen to them all in one place :3

P - Perfect Blue by Macross 82-99. I used to stream my art years ago and one of my viewers linked some Macross, and I’ve never looked back. this is one of my faves from their discography. I hope that guy is doing okay!!

U - Uh Huh by TrippyThaKid. hehehe weed song . i confess this one’s on my ranked valorant hype playlist for when i need to Lock In <- duelist main (derogatory). the music video by itself is such a wonderful experience but also his flow is bizarrely sick and compelling to me <3

C - Cold Turkey by The Happy Fits. Everyone moved on from 2010s british alt rock but i’m still there and so are THF. theyre still releasing this type of stuff in the year of our lord!! there’s whimsy to them… they have a whistle only section in this song… u will have to pry this music from my cold dead fins…!!!!!!

K - Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer. i love rom coms so bad, and every time i listen to this song i am filled with the sweetest nostalgia <3 if you haven’t seen How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. please. it’s a batshit film about two deeply damaged people trying to play relationship chicken whilst torturing each other in an effort to get the other person to leave them. they simply do NOT make films like this anymore !!!

P - Pressure by Abhi The Nomad. he’s an Indian hip hop artist, he raps and sings and has this habit of slotting these gorgeous little electric guitar solos into his songs. there’s a pop twist to his music, and he collabs far and wide. this song is slow and buttery smooth and such a pleasure to listen to.

O - Oh Yeah! by Green Day. they’re still making music and it still fucking slaps and i will nevaaa move past my based punk KINGS.

C - Chocolate by Day6. alright so has anyone ever run into that problem of finding a song from an artist/band and it vibes with you hard and brings you joy and you go to check out their other music and it turns out the song you liked was some experimental B-side track and none of their other stuff is like that. well. this was me with this song except this song was a thing they wrote for the OST of a kdrama. i wish i was joking. </3

K - Karma Bonfire by Diablo Swing Orchestra. ill be real. this is theatre kid music. but its somehow not attached to a musical. it’s also got jazz and swing elements. yeah idk either.

E - Escape by Asta. just one of my faves. nothing smart to say i just love this.

T - The Dreamer by The Vaccines. this is not the first song from this album i’ve recommended. this is my album of the year. it’s about remembering a relationship, the end of it, the never-end of it. my favourite lyrics in this song are from the chorus, “I know the night has got two faces, there’s one that runs and one that chases, but if I caught you in between, then I would wait for you in dreams.”

E - Eternal Groove by Android52. what it says on the tin. i could listen to this on loop for hours. i have done so!

D - Dark Matter by Steve Vai. to round out our instrumental theme… Can we have him on a Hades 2 music dlc. pleek. steve vai i love uou <3 he writes music i would blast if i was condemned to running solo tank on a raid you know what i mean??

Here’s the whole thing on youtube in a handy playlist as promised! it’s not very coherent in terms of genre or vibes at all so caveat emptor BIGLY

tagging: @oensible <- if u find a way to include weezer i would simply perish from laughter. @em-ptynet @sevennone @brocksfaber @chownkie @mkaugust @larsnicklas @wheelsnipecelebrini as always no pressure to play!! and if you see this and would like to join in, consider yourself tagged 🫵💯🔥🔥🔥

#tagging people i’ve recently interacted with because my head is litchrally empty hiiii #tell me about your music taste… rattling u all like tictacs #tag games #music recs #<- i find myself doing that a weird amount on this blog

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monthofsick · 7 months

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Thank You and Congratulations!

Congratulations to everyone who has participated in this month's event, whether you've submitted something for one day or many! You all are so incredibly talented and equally kind. I really appreciate the hard work that has gone in to each fic and I thoroughly enjoyed reading them all. Thank you for participating, and thank you also to everyone who has read, liked, and/or reblogged works submitted to this event.

To celebrate, I've organized a list of fandoms that we've seen throughout the month! You can click the links below to sort by each tag (please let me know if I've missed any fandoms or forgot to tag any fics!!):

Original Characters

Genshin Impact

Peaky Blinders

Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Seventeen

Enhypen

Shinee

Tomorrow X Together

The Rose

Day6

Stray Kids

BTS

Lucy

Ateez

Blue Lock

Hoppipolla

P1Harmony

Spiderman

Iron Man

Marvel

Honkai Star Rail

I will be making an additional post soon regarding what to expect for works submitted to the event outside of the month of February, so please keep an eye out for that, too!

For now, whether you read or directly participated, please check out this anonymous, post-event survey: https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/9RHQV92

It will take probably 5-10 minutes to complete and it would really help me out in preparing for future events and wrapping up this one! Thank you!!

— Cas <3

#novemetober: rescheduled #information #info #update

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olibranchart · 3 months

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the ff7 idol au thats been stewing

ok ok here me out and my three brain cells of being a Korean kpop listener:

shinra decided that world domination needed less of the military action and more of the idol worship route forming shinra entertainment:

Enter music producer hojo and lucrecia crescent, a genius ballad singer, who decide to make their baby the best singer in the world using completely ethical and safe means

(inject the baby with mako in hopes of the cetra working their angelic qualities into the dna)

bam bam enter sephiroth crescent, born with a voice so beautiful it can trick people into ignoring shinras war crimes. However babies unfortunately do not come with maxed out stats in dancing and performing leading to hojo plucking baby sephiroth and locking him into a long ass training period (fun! definitely won’t give the baby trauma!)

Timeskip about 9~10 years:

Congratulations miniroth! You have debuted as the first SOLDIER, a group/idol school that’s like nct where there will eventually be so many members you need a wiki page to know all their names! Sephiroth then goes to join a SOLDIER prototype band including glenn, lucia, matt, you know the drill. Those four become like day6 where they play live instruments along with just singing, with sephiroth quickly showing his massive talent. Glenn, lucia, and matt: “wtf that’s a child” however the four quickly get close with the trio teaching sephiroth how to interact with other people. Sephiroth and gang performs in rhadore with great results

headcanon performance: Glenn on piano, Lucia on violin, Matt on drums, seph vocal

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Unfortunately, the quartet breaks up due to shinra war crimes in rhadore. Shinra quickly slaps a scandal on Glenn, Lucia, and Matt leading to the start of the infamous sephiroth curse within SOLDIER where anyone that becomes sephiroth’s bandmate usually ends up mysterious disappearing or involved in a scandal. Sephiroth continues as a solo singer, becoming the face of shinra and a famous artist across the planet. With a hint of mental issues of course.

(enter angeal and genesis to kick down his mental walls)

timeskip, sephiroth is about 16~17years old:

shinra assigns sephiroth and two new members to become a new group called first class, the highest level of SOLDIER. Enter angeal and genesis, two 20 year olds from banora with mako in their veins and obvious sephiroth fans. At first sephiroth is wary (he doesn’t want the two to get scandal blasted) but soon the three become fast friends. Sephiroth consider the two equal in his abilities , and the trio quickly become renowned for their good ass music.

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Angeal—> soyeon Genesis—> winter Sephiroth—> Liz

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Angeal—> Mina Genesis—> momo Sephiroth—> Sana

(I have no clue how to fit the wutai war in here lol)

Zack joins as a frequent collaborator due to being the highest in second class SOLDIER and angeals apprentice about 2~3 years later:

Angeal—> wheein Genesis—> hwasa. Sephiroth—> solar Zack—> moonbyul

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HAHAA I fooled you this entire post was actually to get you to watch mamamoo and their amazing vocals (I will make a pt 2 I’m just tired of typing)

bonus—>

vocal ranking:

Sephiroth (perfect in any range, hits high notes without flinching)

Genesis/Angeal (good in mid high-low ranges, genesis can hit whistle notes and Angeal can hit decent high notes

Zack (great voice but more focused on rap and dance, can go from mid-low range)

Stage presence ranking:

Genesis (can draw a crowds attention in seconds)

angeal/zack (fun on stage)

sephiroth (little awkward but passable and has enormous presence)

Dance ranking

Sephiroth (flexible but strong; fans have said he dances like water)

Angeal/Zack/ Genesis (powerful movement)

#ff7 #ff7 crisis core #ff7 ever crisis #final fantasy vii #idol au #ags #the first soldier #sephiroth #angeal hewley #genesis rhapsodos #zack fair

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agustd-png · 19 days

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Day6 Band Aid Comeback Drabbles 🩹💕 [18+]

Sungjin ● Wonpil ● Dowoon ● Young K

The lock on your hotel room clicked open and you pulled at Wonpil's hand to follow you in. He hurried in after you, knowing you both had to get back to the wedding reception a few floors below you before anyone really noticed your absence. Wonpil had been distracting you since you'd left the room earlier to come down for the ceremony. He just looked so handsome in his suit. You would have tried for a quickie before you went down, but you'd been running late.

"We'll have to be quick," he noted, a bit of disappointment slipping into his tone.

You turned to face him and curved your hands over his chest, under his suit jacket. "Quick can be fun."

He laughed exasperatedly, and that smile was not helping the dampness between your legs. You backed him against the wall and dropped to your knees, yanking at his belt, both of you fumbling to get his pants undone. But once you did, you saw the semi he was sporting, and were determined to get him off before you left.

You spit into your hand and wrapped it around the length, stroking quickly from the start. Wonpil's little choked moans stuttered their way out, his fingers clenching at his sides, unsure of where to grab. Naturally submissive, he didn't want to grab you without your permission. But you found it cute; it was always cute when he was lost in pleasure.

You felt him stiffen and grow in your hand, so you brought the other hand up to help, then licked long stripes up the sides of his cock, tracing the length, feeling every throbbing vein. You watched his brow furrow and his mouth twitch, needy whimpers slipping out.

"Don't want to mess up my makeup, but it's hard when you look so cute getting sucked off," you mused, letting your hand stroke him and swiping some saliva from the corner of your mouth with the thumb of your other hand. "I wanna be messy..."

Wonpil smiled shyly down at you, chest heaving and sweet puppy eyes shining. "You'll look pretty even if it gets messed up," he said sweetly. Why did he have to pull on your heart strings so easily? Even now, here?

You kissed down his shaft and peered up at him through your lashes. "You don't need to flatter me, Pil, I'm already on my knees," you teased with a wink, then took him fully into your mouth, making him moan, clearly louder than he expected to. He bit his lip hard and squeezed his eyes shut, and it all just pushed you to go harder and faster.

You thought of the way you'd snuck away from the reception, and you knew that the longer you were away, the more people would be looking for you. Though you weren't in the wedding party, you had friends there who would certainly be wondering where you'd gone to.

Your head bobbed over his length; the sounds filling the room were nothing but filth. Wonpil's hand came to your head brazenly holding the back. Clearly he was getting close, so you let him, letting your mouth go slack so he could use it. Your fingers came down to your clit and gave it some relief it craved, and you moaned yourself, muffled.

He pulled out and held the base of his dick, waiting for you to take the reins back. "Shit..."

"You're close, aren't you, honey?" Your hand stroked over him slowly now, but you kept the tip close to your lips.

He nodded breathlessly, eyes fluttering closed.

"You can cum...cum in my mouth, I'll swallow it," you promised, speeding up your hand.

Wonpil shook his head though, and you had an idea of why. "Want you to cum too...I want you to cum first."

Always the gentleman.

#Wonpil smut #kim Wonpil smut #day6 smut #mine #kpop smut #day6 imagines #day6 scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #band aid drabbles

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bbangsuns · 1 year

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i need somebody | e.l

requested? yes, by anon

pairing: ethan landry x reader (race/ethnicity not specified)

warnings: ghostface doesn't exist, ethan calls reader pretty girl but that's the only allusions to gender, slight angst, mentions of weed, ethan and reader being a little mean to each other (just to protect themselves from heartbreak again), alcohol consumption, sad reader, sad ethan, idiots who are still in love

a/n: this might be the longest thing i’ve written? i had to break up the text kinda weird since some of it was too long so im sorry about that. also i listened to i need somebody by day6 while writing this

word count: 3.655

when your relationship with ethan started 3 years ago, it was truly one of the best days of your life. he was the sweetest, most attentive person you'd ever met, always making sure you were satisfied and happy with him. it was constantly you two against the world, always having each others' backs and being at each other's side the moment either of you called. unfortunately for you, nothing good ever lasts in this world, not even the relationship you thought unbreakable.

for the last few months, it seems as though ethan wants nothing to do with you, constantly making excuses as to why he can’t be with you or why he has to leave early. every time he runs out on you, you feel your heart breaking more and more, not sure how much longer you’d be able to tolerate his sketchy and distant behavior. as it turns out, you wouldn’t have to deal with it much longer, because a party that weekend is what would ultimately be the last straw.

the day had honestly started out normally, chad texting you earlier in the day asking if you wanted to go to a frat party that was being thrown for halloween. he was shocked at how quickly you agreed, but he was excited to see you nonetheless. the idea of free alcohol and loud music attracted you, deciding you’d use it as a distraction from ethan and your relationship which was slowly but surely falling apart. looking at the time, you saw you had about 7 hours before the party actually started so you decided on taking a nap for a while to pass the time, already having an idea of what you wanted to dress up as.

you woke up a couple hours later, realizing you’d slept longer than you had originally intended. you got out of bed and went to the bathroom, deciding a quick shower would be in your best interest. what was supposed to take 10 minutes ended up taking about 40 minutes, having gotten lost in your thoughts about ethan and where you guys would end up. you got out of the shower and got dressed in the clothes you had picked out for the costume and dried your hair, getting started on the makeup right after. you desperately hoped this party would really serve as the perfect distraction.

— 2 hours later — you completed the finishing touches of your costume, looking at yourself in the mirror. you smiled at yourself, satisfied with the way everything turned out. you looked at the time, cursing when you realized you were an hour late. you rushed out of your apartment, quickly locking the door behind you and making your way down the stairs. luckily the place where the party was being hosted was only about a 10 minute walk from your place, so you weren’t worried about having to take the subway so late at night. arriving to the party, you make a beeline for the alcohol, grabbing a red solo cup and filling it with whatever concoction they created. taking a large drink, you cringed at the taste of cheap liquor but you paid it no mind, quickly finishing the drink and filling up the cup again. as you went to refill your cup, you heard someone call you over so you quickly poured the mixture in your cup and headed over.

"hey smiley! we're over here!" you heard chad yell over the music, waving his hands wildly with ethan at his side looking embarrassed and, maybe even nervous or pissed off? you couldn't tell, and honestly you didn't want to know what he was thinking. nonetheless you walked over to where they were, rolling your eyes at the nickname chad gave you but a smile was on your lips no matter how badly you wanted it to go away.

"there they are! i thought you bailed on me last minute!" chad was now talking in your ear directly so you could hear him clearly. you leaned into his ear also, your voice raised slightly.

"there's NO WAY i would've passed up on free booze and weed, man!" you told him, smacking him on the chest with a laugh, taking a sip of the drink in your cup. chad simply laughed at you, nodding his head knowing you were right. before he could say anything else, tara walked in and caught his attention, causing the boy to quickly excuse himself before going after her. you shook your head and turned your attention to your boyfriend, catching him already staring at you. you felt your face get warm as his eyes trailed down your body, taking you in. you gave him a lopsided smile, hesitating a little before you ultimately decided to move closer to him. the tension in his body seemed to melt away almost immediately, his arms wrapping around your waist and yours around his neck, careful not to spill the contents in your cup.

"hey there, pretty girl" ethan whispered in your ear, placing a kiss on your neck, goosebumps rising on your skin at the feeling. you leaned your head on his shoulder, taking a moment to just breathe him in, happy that things seemed okay.

"hi pretty boy" you chimed back, a laugh escaping your mouth as you saw the visible red tinge on his cheeks even in the shitty lighting. he just shook his head and kissed your cheek, taking another moment to look at your costume.

"you look like, really good babe" he commented, feeling your confidence shoot up a bit. right as you went to say something back about how good he looked in his knight costume, you felt a tap on your shoulder. you turned around, confused as to who the hell was interrupting your rare moments of peace with ethan. you were faced with some blond boy who was obviously wasted, but he still had a smirk on his face that made your skin crawl.

"hey baby, ditch this loser and come dance with me. i'll make it worth your while" he spoke in a disgustingly flirty tone that made you want to vomit. you tried your best to keep the grimace off your face and forced a tight-lipped smile to your face, shaking your head and giving him an answer that would hopefully satisfy him and make him leave.

"i'll come dance with you later i promise" you replied tensely, hoping he'd get the hint and leave you alone. in his drunken stupor, he didn't seem to sense the frustration lacing your voice and nodded, the smirk on his face ever present. he walked away, rambling about how he's gonna get lucky that night. turning back around, you didn't expect to see the look of anger that ethan was currently wearing and it scared you if you were being honest.

"eth, what's wrong? why are you looking at me like that?" you asked, your stomach sinking when he all but shoved your hands off of him. “You’re seriously gonna ask me that right now?” he scoffed at you, shaking his head and shoving past you. It took a moment for you to follow behind him, standing there in disbelief at how quickly his mood turned sour. When you reached him, you grabbed his arm and forced him outside, not wanting to argue in front of a bunch of strangers. He tugged his arm out of your grip, acting as though your touch was burning him.

“What the fuck is going on, ethan? Why are you treating me like that?” you exclaimed, trying not to raise your voice too much in order to avoid onlookers. Ethan just looked away, his jaw clenched so hard you were afraid his teeth would crack. you pushed that thought to the back of your mind, though, because you needed answers, so you walked right in front of him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“well? are you gonna tell me what i did to deserve this type of treatment?” although you tried to sound to sound strong, the desperation was evident in your voice, wanting to know how you could fix things.

he stayed silent for a moment before speaking up, his voice distant and cold, “i’m not in the mood, so maybe you should just go hang out with one of the many guys you’ve allowed to flirt with you.” for the second time that night you were left speechless, not understanding why he’d say something so absurd.

“baby, what the hell are you talking about? you’re the only one i want to spend my time with!” you were moments away from crying out of frustration, wishing he’d just be straightforward about what’s bothering him.

“are you sure about that? because you seem pretty fucking happy when someone offers up their number or offers to take you out." he practically scolded you; all you could do was stare at him, bewildered at the fact he thinks you could somehow be happy with anyone that isn't him.

"ethan, i have no idea what the hell you're talking about. why would i be happy with some freak?" you retorted, waving your hands around. he simply let out a humorless laugh, crossing his arms across his chest. then he spoke the words you never in a million years thought he'd tell you.

"you know what, y/n? i don't care anymore. we're done." as soon as those words left his mouth, he shoved past you roughly, leaving the party without telling anyone. you on the other hand, you were frozen in place with tears clouding your vision, not wanting to believe he had ended things so easily, as if ripping your heart out of your chest and stomping on it was no big deal. you were so deep in your head that you didn't even know anika and mindy were next to you, jumping when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"hey bub, what happened?" anika asked you, concern lacing her voice as she took in your shaking figure and bloodshot eyes. you shook your head, not wanting to say the words, knowing your heart would break all over again at the realization of what had transpired minutes prior, but they eventually came out.

"he broke up with me" your voice was wobbly, the pain evident to the two girls in front of you; anika was shocked, she never thought ethan would be the type to leave you heartbroken in the middle of a party. mindy, however, was pissed at the tall boy; what the hell was his problem? why would he break up with someone as caring, sweet, and kind as you? whatever his excuses are, she was already planning on giving him a piece of her mind and hopefully beat some sense into him.

"oh honey, i'm so sorry. do you want to go home? we can get the rest of the group together to watch a movie or something if you'd like to?" anika murmured, rubbing a hand up and down your back in an attempt to soothe you. all you could do was let out a shaky breath and nod your head, not trusting your voice quite yet. mindy squeezed your hand, mumbling to anika about going to collect everyone else, letting her girlfriend console you since she was better at it. she guided you back inside to the front door, telling mindy that they were going to wait on the sidewalk instead to get away from everyone else.

about ten minutes later she walked out with everyone tailing behind her, chad immediately heading towards you to wrap you in his arms, placing a kiss to your forehead. tears immediately sprang to your eyes but you forced them back, not wanting to cry on the side of the street; instead, you wrapped your own arms around his waist, feeling grateful that you had chad and everyone else as your best friends. after a minute of just standing there with him, you forced yourself to stand tall and put up a facade, no matter how much it hurt. you unwrapped yourself from chad but still stuck close to him and anika, needing their presence to feel grounded as you spoke to the group.

"thank you, and i'm sorry for ruining the fun. if you want, you guys can go back inside and enjoy the party while i head home" you insisted, feeling the guilt creep in at the fact that they were going to miss out on a party just because you were upset. what you didn't expect, though, was mindy to scoff in disbelief and look at you as if you were crazy.

"there's no way we're going to leave you alone right now! you're clearly hurting and are in desperate need of some group lovin', so be quiet and accept that you're not going to win this argument" she rambled with a small smile on her face, her hands moving wildly at her sides as your friends nodded. you couldn't help but let out a laugh at seeing her behavior, her smile growing at the fact that she was able to cheer you up, even by a bit.

acknowledging defeat, you decided to just go with it, "okay fine! i won't argue with you, especially because it'd be pointless knowing how relentless you can be." this caused tara and chad to let out a cheer, glad that you were deciding to not shut them out. you smiled and shook your head, forever thankful that you wouldn't be going through this alone.

--1 month later--

despite having an amazing support system, the last month had consisted of some of your lowest moments. every morning when you woke up, you'd expect to find ethan laying next to you, his curly hair sticking out in every direction, but the hole in your heart only grew as you felt cold bed sheets each time. you hadn't spoken to him since that night, but the pain and sadness was slowly turning to anger; anger because of how he acted childishly and only considered how he felt, not taking into consideration how his actions would affect you.

unbeknownst to you though, was that ethan was equally as miserable and angry as you were, but the anger was directed at himself once he realized just how badly he had fucked up, which chad never failed to remind him of.

"what the hell were you thinking man? how could you just break her heart like that? and with some bullshit excuse too." he told the taller boy one day, still upset at the fact that his roommate and friend had been so cruel to the one person that didn't deserve it. at his question, ethan just let out a deep sigh, rubbing his hands over his face in frustration.

"fuck, i don't know. i was just feeling insecure at the fact that they'd always be smiling whenever someone was flirting with them and i got into my own head, deciding that distancing myself and basically breaking their heart was the right way to go about it" he lamented, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood but he paid it no mind, too occupied in trying find a way to make it up to you, if you still wanted anything to do with him that is. seeing the doleful expression on his friend's face, chad felt a tug at his heart as he recalled that exact same look on your own face just a few hours earlier while he was hanging out with you.

"look man, i promised them i wouldn't say anything but it doesn't matter; they're really fuckin' pissed at you for what you did to them, but they're also just as miserable as you are even though they try to hide it. i know that if you got off your ass, went over there, and gave them a real explanation and showed you're willing to fight to get them back, they'd forgive you. they're still stupidly in love with you after all" at his words, ethan's heart sped up, a wave of anxiety fluttering in his stomach--you were still in love with him? but would you actually take him back? at this point, ethan didn't care, he just wanted to make things right with you. jumping up, he ran to his room and threw on a hoodie and some shoes, rushing out of the dorm before chad could say anything else.

taking the subway to get to your apartment across town, ethan was painfully aware of his clammy palms, rubbing them on his pants with a grimace. time seemed to speed by because before he knew it, he was already standing in front of your door, having been on auto-pilot throughout the short trip. right as he was going to knock on your door you opened it, clad in one of his shirts and shorts; the sight had him reeling, realizing that chad may have been right. unfortunately, he didn't have a chance to speak before you went to slam the door in his face, leaving him speechless with a pain in his chest, but he didn't come all this way just to give up. he knocked on your door this time, speaking through it in hopes that you would open up again.

"baby please, i just want to talk and apologize for what i did. you deserve a real explanation, not some bullshit" he begged, ready to fall to his knees if that's what it took. luckily for him, you had opened the door once again, a small smile ready to grace his features but upon seeing the blank expression on your face, it fell just as quickly as it came.

glaring at him, you pulled the door open all the way and stepped to the side, your voice as cold as his was that halloween night,

"hurry up. you have 10 minutes to explain yourself and then you leave." it was more of a command than anything else, and your icy tone terrified ethan because he had never heard you speak that way, but instead of commenting on it he just rushed inside before you decided to change your mind. he sat on your couch, his whole body tense but happy nonetheless at the fact that you were willing to hear him out, albeit begrudgingly. ethan rubbed his sweaty hands up and down his thighs once more before he took a deep breath and began his explanation.

"that night…that night is one of the biggest mistakes i have ever made in my life. i had one too many drinks that chad made me drink, and it brought all my insecurities to the surface. seeing you smile at that guy that night after he so obviously flirted with you just made me feel so angry, and i know it seems like a terrible excuse and you're probably right, but the drinks mixed with the thoughts already in my mind, i took it out on you and hurt you on purpose and it wasn't fair to you at all. i knew i fucked up the moment i walked out of the house, but i figured you'd want nothing to do with me afterwards so i never made the effort to reach out. this last month, though, has been one of the worst months of my life. i've missed you so much and i realized that i can't do this without you by my side."

by the end of his rambling, ethan was completely out of breath and his eyes were burning from the tears that had begun gathering in his eyes but he didn't care, he needed you to know what had been on his chest for months. you simply stared at him, your eyes glossy with unshed tears of your own and you sniffled, feeling the resentment towards him slowly melt away. you kept your guard up though, not wanting to put your heart out there just yet, scared that it would be broken all over again. noticing your hesitation, ethan stood up and walked in front of you, slowly grabbing your hands and intertwining your fingers. you looked up at him, removing your hands from his and throwing your arms around his neck, tugging him as close as possible to your body. he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and placed his own arms around your waist, hugging you tightly. the tears finally fell from your eyes and this time you didn't try to stop them, not caring if his sweater got dirty, not that he minded either.

“i wish you would’ve told me how you were feeling instead of icing me out, eth. i could’ve helped you or done something to make you feel better, you know.” you muttered into his neck, not wanting to move from your spot in his arms, and he just nodded his head softly, his hair tickling your ears.

"i'm so sorry, sweetheart. i love you more than anything and i'm going to do anything i can to prove it, i'm never letting you go again" he mumbled into your neck, unsure if you heard him or understood him for that matter. he knew you heard him when you tightened your grip, placing a small kiss to his neck before pulling back and placing your lips on his, relishing the feeling of them on you for the first time in weeks. ethan moved his lips against your own slowly, moving one hand up to cup your jaw, keeping your face as close as he could. you pulled away after a minute, giving him the first genuine smile you've had in a while. ethan felt his heart speeding up at the sight of your pretty little smile being directed towards him for the first time in nearly two months.

"i love you too, e. also just know i am gonna hold you to that promise" you teased lightly, already feeling your heart being mended at having your boy in your arms once again; you'd have to thank chad for smacking some sense into the both of you.

#( aria’s version 🕸️)#ethan landry imagine #ethan landry #scream vi #scream #jack champion #scream imagine #spider quaritch #spider socorro #requested #scream vi spoilers #ghostface #fic prompt #anon request

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bwambiee · 2 years

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Which girl group would bachira and yukimiya most likely listen to?

IM BACK WITH MORE, MOREEEEE

— nonnie 100000/10 think that yukimiyma, bachira, chigiri are girl group enthusiasts, if you didn’t think that now well now i’m shoving this into your brain so you can!

— def stans all the 2nd gen , 3rd gen , and ofc 4th gen groups and know all their songs to a perfect T

— yukimiya practically worships the ground girls generation walks on and I bet you he even practiced the gee choreo just in case his modeling takes him to a variety show and he has to dance, it might never happen but you never know. He’s an SM stan I feel it in my bones, he was dancing to f(x)’s electric shock when he came out of the womb and now he’s out here giving ppl top 10 reasons why you should stan aespa. If SM won’t hire him as an idol he might as well become the market face for them!

— bachira lives and breathes twice. That is not a headcanon but tis’… a fact. You ask him to bust out a number of the feels and he’ll do it. Singing and dancing with his broken english and all (I sincerely think he got all the guys together at blue lock one day and had a whole dance off like mf camp rock or something,,, kpop to the death of wtver LMAOO). Unlike yukimiya though I don’t think he’s much of a company stan since he literally listens to all (he’s not picky I tell you, one minute he’s listening to Itzy and the next he’s shaking his ass to Exid’s DDD , iconic really) but IF I had to pick I think he’s a jyp stan bc I know this man listened to got7 and is listening to stray kids too, Day6 if he’s feeling his feels too y’know?

— now chigiri…. chigiri is cultured. He has refined tastes, he has a sister so I know DAMN well he is both a boy group stan AND a girl group stan GASP the work of treachery!! how can this be?: Enhypen by day, new jeans by night. He popped OFF on le serrafim’s anti fragile when it dropped and I kid you not he def taught isagi, nagi, and barou the choreo one night before a game with that lil’ ipad they have. “But I bet they have certain apps blocked 🙁” NO. no, these mf’s probably found a vpn and downloaded that shit so they can have spotify or youtube,, OR EVEN VIKI TO WATCH DRAMAS DW I FIGURED IT OUT, that’s how these headcanon came to life. When chigiri’s brushing his hair or his teeth you can catch him singing and dancing to omg by new jeans and cupid by fifty fifty— i know this bc kunigami told me and recorded it oops

— THESE GUYS HAVE SECRET FAN ACCS OMG (thank u xi for this) they also start fanwars on the TL bc they’re in blue lock and they’re bored and toxic, does ego find them? yes, does he delete and tell them to come to his office and lock off? no, bc ego is enjoying the drama between le sserafim’s fandom and aespa’s fandom on “who’s the biggest gg?”

— the replies make him chuckle so he leaves it alone when yukimiya told chigiri (allegedly on their fan accs) that “le serrafim can preach abt being anti fragile but your rocked up knee says otherwise, your group doing false advertising 🙄”

-to which chigiri responds : “at least mine aren’t robots and have more plastic then an organic grocery store who preaches abt saving the planet but they got their strawberries in a plastic container 😟I don’t need to use ai bot to talk to my idols so… ”

— bachira is just lurking and instigating he’s such a bitch bruh “oooh you gonna just to take that???” “yikes bro personally…. I wouldn’t take that” SHUT.

#₊˚⊹kayla gossips !#oh shit it’s long again my b #blue lock #blue lock x reader

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flurrys-creativity · 2 years

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Fixer upper

Pairing: Kang Younghyun (Day6) x GN!Reader; Genre: Roommate AU, enemies to lovers, a little angst, romance, fluff; Rating: sfw, pg-15; Warnings: a broken cup, yelling and a fight, clumsy reader, blood, crying and kisses; Wordcount: 1.379

Summary: Younghyun had enough of your clumsy ass. Not that he had something against you being clumsy. But you just leaving your mess behind for him to stumble over drove him up the walls. It was time to confront you.

A/N: This is another written deal for @daemour ! Actually kinda the first deal we made... and yet it’s the third I finished writing.. or is it the third? I don’t know.

Younghyun stood in front of the sink, staring down at the broken cup in it. He sighed deeply and placed his hands on the counter, leaning against it as his head hung low. By now Younghyun had lost count of how many broken things he had found in the shared apartment over the time he lived with you.

“Y/N!” His voice boomed through the apartment. He heard a dull thud and closed his eyes, gritting in annoyance. How could one person be that clumsy?

Startled, you rushed into the kitchen. Your eyes frantically darted around the small room until they landed on Younghyun’s form. “What’s wrong?”

Younghyun turned around and looked at you, a grin playing over his lips when he saw your dishevelled appearance before he resumed the pointed stare. He schooled his expression again, ignoring the flutter in his stomach from your wide eyes. How could you look this adorable when you were such a mess?

Your eyes scanned his face, worried something bad happened while you still waited for his answer.

Younghyun simply pointed at the sink and your eyes followed the movement, noticing the broken cup you had left there.

“Are you hurt?” You quickly rushed over to him and grabbed his hands, turning them around and tracing his palms with your finger. “I noticed it was broken in the cupboard and put it in the sink so neither of us would use it by accident and get hurt.

Younghyun stared at you in disbelief. “Why didn’t you throw it out in the first place?” He asked, tone exasperated. He pulled his hands out of yours and stepped away, his heart pounding within his chest.

Your shoulders slumped down, face slightly falling before you returned to a neutral expression again. “It’s your favourite cup”, you murmured and looked down at the cup. “I didn’t want to throw it away and I knew simply taking it would make you mad.”

“I’m mad because I constantly find broken things around the apartment!” Younghyun raised his voice, internally seeing how the thread of his patience snapped.

You grabbed the broken parts within the sink and held them in your hands, looking down at the pieces. “I’m not doing it on purpose. Also I didn’t break your cup this time.”

“This time! Y/N, I swear to god”, Younghyun didn’t finish the sentence, instead he rubbed his face with his hands, feeling incredibly tired all of a sudden.

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes and you could feel your lower lip trembling. Without another word you turned around and stormed out of the kitchen, still holding the broken pieces in your hands.

“Where are you going now?!” Younghyun called after you even though he didn’t expect an answer. His heart twisted painfully, knowing his outburst had hurt you. He never meant to hurt you. With a deep sigh he sat down at the counter and buried his face in his hands. He shouldn’t have yelled, shouldn’t have blamed you for something you didn’t do on purpose.

After a while, Younghyun pushed himself up and trotted to your bedroom. He raised his hand and hesitated, hearing quiet sniffling from inside your room. Younghyun winced but decided to knock on the wooden surface nonetheless, waiting for your response.

All of a sudden it became eerily quiet behind the door, worrying Younghyun even more about the severity of the damage his outburst had done. He knocked again, softly calling out to you.

The only response he received was the clicking of the lock, making him think you actually locked him out of your room. His hand trembled violently when he moved it to the doorknob, slowly twisting and opening it.

Younghyun exhaled the breath he had held, noticing the short rush of relief spreading through his body when he opened the door and stepped into your room.

You sat on your bed, back facing him. Even though you tried your very best, you knew your shoulders were shaking and that it was only a matter of time before your sobs turned loud again.

“Hey, y/n, about earlier”, Younghyun spoke softly, carefully taking one step after another closer to you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to let it all out on you. That was wrong of me. I guess I just was kind of stress- holy shit! What happened?”

Younghyun’s eyes widened in shock, quickly stepping right behind you when he noticed the red stains on your sheets.

When you didn’t react and only continued to press the pieces of the cup together with bloody fingers, Younghyun slowly leaned down, prying your hands off of the shards.

A loud sob escaped your throat the moment Younghyun pulled the broken cup out of your hands and placed it down on your bed.

“Hey, it’s alright, okay? You’re going to be okay, yeah?” Younghyun grabbed your wrist with one hand, using his free arm to wrap it around your body. He noticed the tube of liquid glue next to the pieces, feeling his throat close up in guilt.

For a moment he only held you, needing the time to gather his thoughts while you continued to cry silently. Seeing your bloody hands again, Younghyun inhaled deeply before he lifted you up and carried you to the bathroom.

Somewhat clumsy - oh the irony - he sat down together with you on the edge of the bathtub. Younghyun held you tightly against his chest with one arm while he leaned forward and turned on the faucet of the sink.

“You wanted to repair the cup, didn’t you?” He asked softly as he grabbed your wrists again and pulled them under the warm stream of water.

You nodded shortly, biting on your lower lip to stop the sobs but they only fought their way through. Through bleary eyes you stared at the sink, seeing the red stained water vanishing down the drain.

“That’s why you didn’t throw it away.”

Again you only nodded. When Younghyun had called you earlier, you had browsed the internet to check how you could repair a cup without sharp edges remaining.

“And out of protest because I got mad, you decided to paint the cup with some blood?”

You snorted and shook your head, slowly gaining control over your crying. “And tears”, you mumbled.

“And tears”, Younghyun repeated, turning off the water and gently drying your hands. He grabbed a small medical kit from under the sink and started bandaging your hands. Once he finished he turned you on his lap, brushing the remnants of your tears away with his thumb. “Let’s just throw the cup away, yeah? I can always choose a new favourite one.”

“We can’t always throw things away when I break them”, you whispered, new tears forming in your eyes.

Younghyun leaned his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, humming quietly in agreement. “But I also can’t see you getting hurt because you try to repair them every time.”

“I only got hurt because I couldn’t see properly.”

“Y/N, stop arguing with me when I just told you I care about you”, Younghyun sighed but pulled you closer into his embrace nonetheless. “Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you or scold you for hurting yourself over something so stupid.”

It stayed quiet for a moment between the both of you where you simply took in the presence of the other.

“Can I pick?” You asked, suddenly feeling shy in front of him.

“Only if you pick a kiss”, Younghyun answered, opening his eyes and leaning back a little. A grin spread over his features when he saw you nodding.

Younghyun closed the space between you, his lips hovering in front of yours. He waited several heartbeats, still offering you the chance to pull away, before he turned the ghost of a touch of your lips into a deep kiss. One of his hands came up to your neck and held you there.

“Just know, I’m still going to scold you later for giving me a heart attack when I saw all that blood and thought the worst”, Younghyun murmured between kisses.

You whined softly before he stopped you with another kiss, letting you successfully shut up and enjoy the moment.

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sanctuary1988 · 4 months

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~ Veil Of Temptation |8| Gwi

French: /the petals of love/

Pairing: Gwi x fem! noble! Reader

Warnings: strangers to lovers?, fluff, angst, TENSION (again), general vampire stuff (blood, biting, mentions of killing people), threats, mentions of illness, crying, power play, secrets, period typical misogyny, age gap (huge), dark romance, conflicting emotions, feelings of lingering and wishing for someone/something, historical! AU, royal! AU?, cannon copilant, (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 4.5k words

A/N: Welcome to chapter 8, darlings! Tagging @yumisventingmachine and @my-day6 because they are sweethearts who like this story! Thank you so much for the support this story is getting, and please let me know your thoughts in the comments! I'd love to hear from you, loves. Enjoy! 🫶🫶🫶

*A/N: There's a poem I wrote for this story that you'll find in this chapter, I do not allow for it to be used in any other media or to be reposted/translated.

The underground palace was a world of shadows and whispers, where every corner held secrets and every corridor whispered of ancient desires. It was the home of Gwi, the vampire lord that ruled over Goryeo, master of the night. And yet, that very same powerful vampire was pacing back and forth in his throne room as his mind was completely and utterly plagued with thoughts of you, his sweet flower.

He heard your laugh among his thoughts and saw your smile during his dreams. The roots of your existence were tangling around his heart and there was nothing he could do to stop it. For the first time in centuries, despite his grand power, he was left at your mercy. A cruel fate to face. A damnation he was willing to go through it all.

Gwi continued to pace around, his mind swimming with so many thoughts, so many desires it made his soul burn. The hands that had held you so tenderly last night clenched at his sides. Then there was the memory of your scent. Oh, that sweet scent, sweeter than honey. Addictive to him.

Yet his thoughts were not allowed to wander that far as when he turned around, he saw you walking down the path that led to your room. Your eyes locked with his and you bowed down softly before entering the throne room, your steps were elegant. Calculated. And he marvelled at the way you existed. Like a true lady. Like his lady.

“My Lord.”

You curtsied the moment you stood in front of him and had you been looking at him you would have noticed the subtle smirk on his lips. He liked the way you respected him, you served him, you moved around him.

Without a word, you walked past him and toward the hallway opposite, where the library was at the very end of the hall. Gwi looked at you, his eyes turning crimson for a second before they returned to their usual chocolate colour that drowned you in its deepness. He followed you, silently so that you barely noticed him. If only it hadn’t been for his large shadow walking behind you, then you wouldn’t have been able to tell he was there.

He walked where you had walked, as if he were your guardian. Your protector. In a way, he was. His eyes ran down your figure, admiring your hair cascading down your back, the puffiness of your purple skirt as your steps made it trail down behind you with utter elegance.

“Did you finish reading your story?”

You hummed, remembering the tale that had left you heartbroken. You smiled softly as you turned to look at him over your shoulder.

“I did.”

“How was it?”

His attempt at small-talk made you chuckle softly and the sound was delightful to the vampire lord.

“It broke my heart.”

He frowned at your response, but he didn’t get to say anything else as you turned around and walked into the magnificent sanctuary of books, leaving him to trail behind you with a frown in his ethereal features.

“I don’t want you to read anything that will make you sad, petal. There are many books here, so choose something else.”

You turned around with a teasing look in your (e/c) eyes, you lifted an eyebrow at him with a subtle challenging energy that made a warm shiver run down his spine.

“Not every story has a happy ending, My Lord.”

“I don’t want you to be sad.”

“I am not sad.”

You gulped as he was now standing closer to you, the distance was shortening and your heart was racing. The tension was palpable and you wondered if he could hear just how fast your heart was beating inside your chest. Not knowing that, in fact, he could listen; making him narrow his eyes down at you.

“Your tears are like pearls, flower. They may hide beauty within but they are painful to witness.”

Your hands trembled next to you so you were forced to tangle them in front of you to stop them from shaking and from him to notice just how nervous he made you feel.

“I didn’t know you liked poetry.”

But instead of your response coming out sassy and strong, it came out in a soft and airy voice. Feeling as if your heart was about to explode as he took another step forward that you had to crane your neck up to keep the eye contact.

“Choose another book, sweet flower.”

His tone was as soft as yours. But just as deep as always. You were forced to break eye contact or else you feared you’d melt right then and then. You took a deep breath, your eyes focusing on the books on the shelves around you yet you could still feel his intense stare on you. It crawled on you like a vice grip, his eyes scanned yours as you pretended to read the titles of the many books and scrolls around you. Then they travelled to your lips, completely mesmerised by the way you softly bit your lower lips in feign concentration. You outstretched your hand and his eyes glued to it, so soft and delicate at the sight.

And he could testify to such softness, reminiscing those times where his larger palm had held yours. Oh, how jealous he was of the book you grabbed for it was graced by your silked touch. The temptation was there. To grab your hand and caress your precious skin. But he refrained himself. He had to.

Your scent lingered in the air. A scent so addictive to him that his eyes threatened to paint crimson with the passion of his desires. You walked around the magnificent sanctuary of books, completely unaware of the inner turmoil the vampire lord was facing as he sat at one of the tables and pretended to read.

If only you knew how much effect your mere presence was causing him you would have left in a hurry. In fear of his thoughts. In fear of his actions. Trembling for your life and cursing yourself for taking the deal he offered you ever so tantalisingly easy. But you didn't know. You lived in your sweet ignorance and crystalline innocence that Gwi envied so much.

“Have you read all these books, My Lord?”

He couldn't see you. But your voice carried your essence that he could picture you standing in front of him and gazing up at him with those eyes full of curiosity. He couldn’t see you but he could smell you. He knew you were standing behind him before you spoke another word. You walked in front of him and those expressive eyes of yours were looking at him expectantly.

“I have, yes.”

If possible, your eyes widened in surprise at his answer. You looked around the big place before you glanced back at the man sitting with a relaxed posture on one of the cushions on the ground.

“It must have taken you years to do so!”

Gwi nearly smiled at your voice laced with surprise and enthusiasm. But he was forced to suppress it for the need of your sweet blood was getting stronger the more you stood before him.

If only you knew…

He thought to himself as his eyes glanced back down at the book that was spread open on his lap. His eyes danced over the enchanting symbols as he pretended to read once more while in reality, his mind was plagued by thoughts of the sweet flower who stood next to him.

You sighed to yourself, walking away from the mysterious man who read in his own silent thoughts. You walked away from him, your mind pushing the thoughts of Gwi at the very back so that the little distance between you both wouldn’t make you want to rush back to his side. You had to occupy your mind and so you wandered around, your eyes scanning the different scrolls around you as you immersed yourself in the world he had presented to you in such a glorious way.

The vampire lord sighed to himself before he closed the book on his lap. He could hear your steps as you walked around the library, he could smell your delicious scent and he could nearly taste your sweet blood. He had to leave. Leave and feed on another so that his temptation wouldn’t end your life.

“Are you leaving, My Lord?”

His eyes closed as he tried to get his instincts under control. Your delicate voice was like an alluring siren’s song. Tempting him further. Almost as if you wanted to watch him fall into his primal urges. As if you knew how low he could fall if he were to stay a second longer in that room. In your presence.

“Go back to your room, petal.”

You clutched the book to your chest at his sudden harsh tone. It took you aback and you felt your heart racing within you. But even with his harshness and cold words he still called you with his term of endearment. He still called you “petal”. So, despite the darkness that had suddenly creeped up into his soul, he didn’t cast you out. He didn’t push you away. Or at least that was what you chose to think.

“Is everything alright, My Lord? Do you need anything?”

“Go to your room.”

He didn’t even look at you. And the coldness that he so suddenly was showing made your soul shiver with emotions that made your heart shake with uncertainty. You clutched the book tighter against your body as he walked away, not once looking back at you. Not once did he return to that man that held you dear. He transformed into a cold soul, a cold soul everyone else knew about. Not because he wasn’t that man, but because he hadn’t shown that face to you in particular.

You were left standing in the library alone with your heart in your throat as confusion clouded your mind like thick morning fog. You frowned to yourself, for you had not once seen Gwi this distant all of a sudden. Not during the time you had been serving him. Not since you took the deal he offered. And so, you worried over the handsome stranger that had begun to show you a world you were completely unaware of.

The vampire lord left his underground palace in a hurry. The sun had just set and the sky was tainting in beautiful hues of orange and pink as the darkness seemed to creep in while the moon began to rise. His hands trembled ever so subtly as he fought with himself to control his instincts.

Gwi hated it. He hated how easy it seemed for him to lose his composure. How easy you made it for him to lose his control. How hungry he got for your blood with your mere scent. And how desperate he had grown for your touch. A touch of a flower with very sharp thorns. He was sure if he were to grab you, he’d bleed. But the wound was worth the pleasure of having you.

So he fled into the night. Dusk had settled and he left the sanctuary of his underground palace to try and suppress his urges, to distract his instincts from your blood. Perhaps tasting that sweet drop of the essence of your life was a mistake. The first mistake he had made in decades. The mistake that was about to cost him his sanity. At least until he fed on some blood and he was able to quench his aggressive thirst.

Poisonous rose…

The vampire thought to himself as his fangs sank into the neck of one of the maidens in the palace. The blood was bitter with the fear of the woman who grew limp in his hold before she fell to the ground; dead.

He sighed to himself, licking his lips as the crimson blood tainted his lips and chin. It was bitter, salty even. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t good. But nothing could ever compare to your blood. Sweet and delicious. The thirst was still there, nagging at the back of his throat, making his fingers tingle with the need to grip someone before sucking them dry. And as he hunted for his next victim during his bloody rampage, Gwi was completely unaware what was happening at the underground palace.

You had found a mysterious book in the library, the one you had been clutching to your chest when Gwi dismissed you coldly. You had found it among a pile of forgotten and dusty books and your curiosity had gotten the best of you. Initially, you had approached him to ask the mysterious lord about said book but his harsh words had pushed you away. Had put a wall of ice around him and casted you out, leaving you with your worries and curiosity for the man that was now in possession of your life.

As obedient as ever, you walked back to your room and began reading the worn out book. The handwriting was beautiful. Elegantly so and intriguing on its own. And so you read. You lost yourself in the intricate words and charming rhymes of the poems that drowned the pages of the book you discovered in secrecy.

I have lived.

I have died.

I am cursed.

I was left out.

Punish my sins.

Reward my deeds.

I am drowning in blood.

Dying while being lost.

A sudden hope, like shiny glimmer

A cursed fate, like a vast sinner.

Don’t scream my name,

for my destiny arrived late.

I was gone when you were born.

I was alive when you died.

And I sang a song,

That was never known.

Your heartstrings were being pulled as you finished reading the sad poem. It wasn’t signed and you deeply wondered who had written such a heartbreaking masterpiece. Your eyes wandered around your room before they settled on the vase with the dead roses you had picked days ago. The sight itself was depressing. How something so beautiful had such a short life.

Closing the book, you stood up as you straightened up the purple skirt from your dress. Wanting to go out into the garden and pick more flowers to give some life to your room, the petals from the cherry blossom in your bedroom fell slowly just as melancholy wrapped your heart with a fierce grip.

“Lady (y/n)?”

You turned around at the mention of your name only to find a girl standing at the entrance of your room. She couldn’t have been older than thirteen years-old and you deeply wondered how she had found you.

“How did you get here?”

The girl gulped, looking around before her eyes returned to your figure as you watched her with utter curiosity.

“I was sent by Kim Soo-jin, she told me to give you this letter…”

You raised an eyebrow at her as you watched her take an envelope from her sleeve before she was handing it to you with both hands.

“It’s about your mother, My Lady.”

You were quick to walk to where she stood, nearly snatching the letter from her hands as worry filled your senses. With nervous eyes, you looked at the girl who was gazing up at you with big eyes.

“Thank you, let her know I received her letter. Leave now, and don’t let anyone see you.”

She nodded before bowing at you. The girl walked away and you were left with your heart in your throat as you ripped open the envelope. Kim Soo-jin was a loyal servant of your household. She had served your mother since before you were born, and that thought only made you worry further as your eyes danced over the inked paper and your heart raced within your chest.

Gwi walked back to the underground palace, his steps slow as he was still high off the blood he had drank. He had even lost count of how many people he had killed that night in order to quench his ravenous thirst. All because he didn’t want to hurt you. Because he didn’t want you to fear him. Because he didn’t want to kill you.

The torches illuminated the corridor as he walked toward the throne room. His mind was hazy, instincts under a thin layer of fog in his mind as he entered his palace. What he did not expect was to see you pacing back and forth in the throne room, you were nibbling at your thumb nail as you were lost in the pits of your mind with swirling thoughts.

You caught movement at the corner of your eye and stopped walking, turning to look at the entrance way of the magnificent room only to find Gwi standing there. Your eyes grew wide with horror as you saw his fine and elegant robes were tainted in blood. Your feet moved before you could comprehend what your body was doing and you approached him in a haste.

“My Lord, are you alright? What happened? Are you hurt?”

If you had been looking at his eyes you would have noticed the way his cold gaze softened at your worry over him. Your eyes scanned him quickly, trying to see if he was hurt. Something about that thought made you desperate. It physically pained you to think of the possibility of him being injured in any way.

“I told you to stay in your room.”

His words came harsher than intended but in your worry-induced state, you did not flinch.

“You also once told me to never hide myself from you.”

In a moment of bravery, you looked up and your eyes met his. Dancing under emotions that were too thick to grasp, too liquid to understand. Too dense to acknowledge.

“I was worried, My Lord. I am worried. You left in such a hurry…”

But he walked past you just as the words died in your lips. You looked at him as he walked towards his throne, sitting down on the elegant place where the flickering candles sharpened his features and his eyes darkened as he looked at you with all his power swimming in his dark gaze.

“The blood… it’s not mine.

There weren’t enough words to describe the relief you felt upon hearing those words. However, it only spiked new questions. Deeper questions. Questions that would give you answers you feared with your whole being.

“Whose blood is it then?”

He clenched his jaw at your bold question that sounded timid. Afraid almost. Afraid of the answer you’d receive if he chose to respond with the truth.

“It doesn’t concern you, flower. What should be of your interest are my orders. I explicitly told you to stay in your room.”

You quickly lowered your gaze, feeling his eyes drowning your form as you flinched softly at his harsh tone. So cold. So distant. So inhuman.

“Forgive me but I have to talk to you about something.”

Silence hung in the air, the tension so thick you felt as if you couldn’t properly breathe. Suffocating. Toxic. But oh so addictive.

“Speak, then.”

You gulped, his words were snarled out, so deep and commanding you didn’t dare to look into his eyes for you knew your resolve could only be broken by his dark gaze. As dark as the night sky but also home of the most shiny stars.

“I received a letter from my family. My mother… She is gravely ill.”

Gwi felt something stir within him at the sound of your voice. For it suddenly was soft and delicate, it lost the fierceness with which you had first confronted him.

“And what do you propose, petal?”

He asked, his tone cold and distant despite the subtle heartache he felt at seeing your more submissive side. Your vulnerability displayed out for him to see so blatantly transparent. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions, your heart, your nerves that were wreaking havoc in your mind.

“I wish to visit her, to be by her side in these final moments. Please, My Lord, grant me permission to leave.”

His expression hardened with worry over your request. He gritted his teeth before the vampire lord stood up from his throne and walked down the stairs until he was standing in front of you while each step echoed ominously in the almost empty room.

“You may not be aware of this yet, flower, but the situation is not stable right now. There’s talk about a possible rebellion, unrest among the people. I cannot afford to have you leave now.”

Your heart broke as those words resonated across the walls. They were deep, both in meaning and in the tone in which they were spoken that they made a shiver run down your spine. You looked up at him with tear-filled eyes that it pulled at his heartstrings to see such pearls of sadness gathered in your enchanting eyes.

“But she is my mother…”

So soft, so broken…

Gwi thought to himself as he drowned in your sadness. In what was going to become then your sorrow.

“I may never see her again if I don’t go now. Please, My Lord, I beg of you.”

His gaze softened, it became that tender look he gave you and you had already grown used to seeing in his dark eyes. But he shook his head ever so softly and the tears rolled down your cheeks.

“I understand your pain, sweet flower, but my duty is to protect you. I cannot let you go. I won’t risk it. It’s too dangerous.”

But was it really as dangerous as he spoke of? Were those words even true? Or was he simply being moved by his own selfish desires to keep you with him? For the first time in his long life, Gwi was scared of losing something. Of losing you. But perhaps that fear was already suffocating his precious flower with poisonous air.

You felt a wave of despair wash over you, threatening to pull you further into the pit of sorrow you did not want to live in. That you did not even want to experience in your life. You dropped to your knees before him, clutching at his robes in utter desperation. The weight of his negation too heavy to carry on.

“Please, My Lord. I’ll do anything. I will be careful and I’ll return as soon as possible. I-I just… Please, I just want to see her. To say goodbye.”

His heart shattered when your voice broke at the last sentence. Your tears rolled down your cheeks, dropping to the ground below as you fisted his robes that often trailed as he walked. He leaned down, his hand lifting your chin before your eyes met his in a sad dance of emotions that was nearly enough to make him accept. To surrender. Almost

“My decision is final. You will remain here, where it’s safe.”

His hand cupped your cheek, trying to wipe the tears that stained your soft skin only for more to roll down your face. You sighed in defeat, letting go of his robes as you slumped while you kneeled on the ground.

You felt betrayed. Harmed by the man who wanted to protect you. Casted aside by the one who had made you feel as his equal, as his precious flower. But overall, you felt utterly and irrevocably powerless. For you knew Gwi held immense power and you were no-one to defy him, no-one to disobey such an explicit command.

The vampire lord straightened up, looking down at you with a mix of sorrow and duty in his eyes. He knew just how much he was hurting you but his fear of losing you, his selfish desire of owning you was stronger. He wasn’t going to risk your safety, even if that meant denying your pure wish, your human wish of being with your dying mother. Even if it meant breaking your heart.

“My Lord… I understand your duty to protect me, but this… this is tearing me apart.”

You whispered, your voice filled with anguish as your eyes met his once more but this time, your gaze was not pleading nor defying his authority. It melted into surrender. He couldn’t bear to look into your big and sad eyes, filled with such sorrow. A sadness he had provoked so he turned around, closing his eyes at how weak your voice sounded. At all the pain and hurt he had caused with just a sentence that left his lips.

He looked back at you, his expression softer but still resolute. You still knelt on the ground, your dress puffing around you as tears rolled down your cheeks silently.

“I do this because I care about you, petal of mine. I cannot bear the thought of losing you. I can’t.”

You nodded, your heart breaking under the weight of his words. Of his power. It made you tremble and submit to his mercy for you had taken his hand when he had offered you the deal of ending your marriage. You belonged to him. He ruled over you and you accepted that.

“I know, but that doesn’t make it any easier.”

Your voice was choked with emotions you weren’t able to voice out. You weren’t able to cry out and scream your frustration out. You weren’t able to be angry at him. You weren’t able to fight for your choice. Not now, not ever. Gwi turned around, not being able to see you so broken, so sad. And all because he was the reason for your bitter tears.

“Go back to your room, flower.”

He murmured before he walked away and left you in your sadness, in your solitude. He left you to drown in the sea of your silence. Your sobs were like poisoned arrows to his heart where the ice had already melted, making your pain his own burden to carry.

His actions were born from desperation. Yours, from love. Gwi was blinded by his instincts, his rawness when it came to forgotten emotions. A veil of temptation that crushed at him like a mountain of snow that buried his heart beneath. While you were left to wither away, like a flower poisoned by the fates. In a cruel and permanent way that left your soul and mind silently screaming for a way out of your own destiny.

What had changed for him to suddenly be so cold, you did not know. For your pain was greater with each passing second. And you were left wishing you could just disappear, for in ignorance there are no sins and in darkness there is no temptation.

May/16/2024

A/N: Thoughts? O.O

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MyDays // Kim Seungmin Oneshot

Genre : fluff, fanboy/fangirl, K.SM x gender neutral reader

Word Count : 1149

A/N : This is a super fluffy oneshot of seungmin

Y/N POV

I stuffed my Day6 light stick into my bag quickly before going to grab a water bottle. Tonight was my first Day6 concert and I'm so excited to go! They're my ult group and they finally came to my city to perform. I finished packing my bag so I went to my closet to grab the outfit I picked out for tonight and changing into it quickly and going to my bathroom to put on some makeup and do my hair. It was time to go so I grabbed my phone from it's charger, my wallet and double checked that my ticket was in there and then my bag and keys. I locked up my apartments and left to catch the train.

magical time skip

After a long train ride I finally got to the station nearby the stadium where the concert was being held. In the stadium I got my ticket scanned and through the security check and then walked around to find the entrance to the stairs to wear my seat in the front row. The stadium was already packed with fans, talking to each other and anxiously awaiting for the concert to start. There was already one girl seated to the side of me and we politely waved at each other, then she went back to talking with her friends. Not long after someone came and sat on the other side of me, I turned to them to say hi and that's when I noticed he was a fanboy. He had a cute little smile and fluffy brown hair and as odd as it sounds his eyes actually sparkled. He noticed me looking at him and turned to me. I could feel my cheeks flush red and I shyly waved at him.

"Hi, I'm Y/N." I introduce myself, looking into his sparkly eyes.

"I'm Seungmin, nice to meet you." he smiled and offered me his hand. I gladly shook it

"Are you here alone?" I ask, trying not to sound like a creep.

He nods cutey which makes me smile. He was about to open his mouth to say something but the lights in the stadium turn off and our attention is put on the spotlights on the stadium.

The lights flash on the individual members as they start to play Sweet Chaos and me and the rest of the fans start cheering. Seungmin and I talk a bit when we can and we exchange numbers so we can talk after the concert. We sing along to the songs together and had a lot of fun at the concert. Sadly it came to an end and we said our goodbyes and I took the train home.

When I got home I threw my shoes off and flopped down onto my bed, tossing my bag to the side. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, I take it out and see a text from an unknown number.

Unknown number

Hey it's Seungmin from the Day6 concert.

I smile seeing his name and write a quick text back.

Hey, did you get home safe?

Seungmin

Yup, did you?

Mhm, it's late you should go to sleep

Seungmin

You should too, goodnight

Goodnight

I plugged my phone in and went to my camera roll to look at the videos from this night. I scrolled through a few photos, stopping at one of Seungmin's side profile, sheepishly smiling at me. I smile at the photo and add it to my favorites. There's also a video of him singing along to the songs and waving his lightstick. I laugh at his cute singing and finally put my phone down and go to sleep.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing, I turn over and grab it from the nightstand and look to see who woke me up from my sleep. I see it's Seungmin who texted me and I smile widely and open his text.

Seungmin

Do you want to go to a cafe with me?

Sure!

I drag myself out of bed and take a quick shower, I pick out a cute outfit and put on a bit of makeup before grabbing my wallet, phone and keys and left my apartment.

2 weeks into the future vrooooom

Seungmin and I've been going on dates almost everyday for the past 2 weeks, we get along really well and I'm starting to fall for him hard. His cute smile and puppy like features. The other day he invited me over to meet his 7 other roommates. Their house is crazy but they're all really nice and made me feel welcome and at home.

I got ready for our usual meet up at the cafe and left my house to meet him, he was already at the cafe and saved me a spot.

"What do you want to order?" He asked with his sweet voice.

"An ice cap and sandwich please."

He goes up and ordered some food and comes back to sit with me. We talk for a while and eat our food, after we decided to go on a walk to a near by park. The sun was starting to set and we watched it from a bench as it slowly disappeared behind the trees. I turned to talk to Seungmin but he was already staring at me.

"What?" I ask him.

"You look really pretty." he giggles and tucks a loose strand behind my ear. "You're one of the sweetest and kindest people I've met, I can't help but fall for you." he looks at his fidgeting hands.

I can feel my heartbeat quicken in my chest and my cheeks flush red.

He blushes shyly and meets my gaze. "Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

My heart stopped as soon as the words left his lips and my lips turned into a bright smile. "Of course!" I exclaim.

He smiles even brighter and pulls me into a tight hug. I smell his sweet cologne, I still can't believe he's mine.

He pulls away from the hug and looks into my eyes. "Can I kiss you?" He asks shyly, his cheeks turning slightly pinker.

I nod and his hand caresses my cheek, he leans down and kisses my lips. I kiss back immediately, tasting his sweet lips, my hands ran through his hair and we finally broke away from the kiss.

He looks down at me and smiled, he kissed my nose and moved a stray piece of hair out of my face. I smiled back at him and leaned and and hugged him, he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me closer to him. We sat their and just enjoyed the moment of being together, not caring for the world around us.

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