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mephistostwin · 12 days ago

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Away from Him

SYLUS X NON-MC! READER PT. 3

Part 1 Part 2

WARNING:

Mentions of blood and violence

A lot of weird and unrealistic things

Read at your own risk

MC is insane (this is not her real personality in the game)

REMINDERS:

I do not own the characters, this is simply a story that I made up inside my head.

I added things (supernatural or not) here that are not originally in the game/story so please do not take it seriously.

Sylus is a very green forest guy, his attitude here is very different to his real personality.

I'm not a professional in medical topics and the medical terms that I used are just based on my research.

The plot and story line does not follow the events in the game.

MC, Sylus, and other characters' personality and behavior here are not the same as what's in the game.

I'm a first-time writer so please be understanding with the wrong grammars and misspelled words.

Expect that I probably did not use tumblr correctly because this is the first time that I will post an au here.

If this is not your type of story, please scroll up and ignore this post.

Some scenes that are like the scenes from other works are pure coincidence. I never intended to copy anyone's hard work and this is based on my imaginations alone.

Please differentiate real life and the real lore of the game from this fanfic.

Open for constructive criticism but be mindful of your words.

- One week after -

You already got discharged from the hospital. You grew closer to Rafayel because he is always there for you. He accompany and invites you to amazing places to distract your mind from Sylus. The café that you both visit together became you and Rafayel’s favorite. It somehow feels like home when you go there at night and spend time together, talking about amazing things that makes you forget Sylus for a short period of time.

You feel like you are finally starting to heal. Life in Linkon is going well, it is still unfamiliar but you are slowly accepting your new start here. You are starting to feel the joy of life, especially when Rafayel is there to be with you.

Meanwhile, in Onychinus base, Sylus is still there, waiting for someone— waiting for you rather.

His relationship with MC right now is beginning to take a down turn. MC is furious when she found out that Sylus was secretly doing his way to make you come back. Knowing that the twins are helping Sylus in making you come back doesn't help her ego either.

Sylus’ usual calm, good mannered, and disciplined behavior changed. He already tracked your location in Linkon and he already know about Rafayel. But he did not make a move yet, he wants you to come back on your own. He thinks that you won't last long there... you can't live without him before, remember? he expect for you to come back on your own— or so he thought...

He sent Mephisto and his men to keep an eye on you as he fixed his relationship with MC. 𝐻𝑒'𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑙, 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑒?

The twins can no longer wait for the signal to make you come back. They can't be around MC any longer, it makes them uncomfortable. Especially now that MC found out they're the one in action to find you... MC won't let them finish their job and they know it.

Time check: It's already 4:34 pm.

You have a dinner date with Rafayel at 6:30 pm. You still have less than two hours to get ready but you did not want to waste time. You are so excited so you did your routine and put a fit shiny (fave color) dress that perfectly hugs and enhances your curves, (fave color) heels, and some jewelry that really complimented your body and skin.

It took you more than one hour to finally finish dressing up. You can say that you really gave an effort for this outfit.

You scrolled to your phone while you sat in your bed, waiting for the time that you and Rafayel will finally go. Somehow, you felt uneasy. You checked everything inside your apartment but you cannot seem to find anything wrong or suspicious. You feel like you are being watched...

But no... it does not feel like the suspicious energy is from Sylus. You know his presence very well...

You searched for signs of Mephisto nearby but you cannot see the bird. You are so focused on the anxious feeling that you did not realize that one hour had passed. Rafayel is now at your door knocking when you only get back to your senses.

"Hey, is everything alright? You look like you are not in the mood to talk to people... Do you want to move the date of our dinner?" Rafayel asked in a concerned tone. He caresses your shoulders to give you comfort.

"Ah, no! I'm totally fine, It's just that.... it doesn't matter, it's nothing. I promise..." You nervously chuckled. Rafayel did not seem convinced by your reason.

"Ok... Just stay right beside me, hmm?... If you're feeling uneasy, tell me and we will head right back home... or somewhere you want..." Rafayel can sense that something is wrong again. For the past few days that you have gone somewhere else with him, you never acted like that. You were always smiling and excited.

Both of you went to Rafayel's car. Your car did not arrive yet, it keeps on getting delayed and it frustrates you. Rafayel puts on some classical music during the drive, it adds up to the calming vibe of the scenery outside the car. The buildings slowly disappeared as the car entered a high area where expensive diners for wealthy people are located.

"Enjoying the scenery, cutie? Careful, you might get your eyes glued to the view." Rafayel joked, making both of you chuckle.

"Hey, you keep on teasing me lately... I'm gonna report your social media accounts if you keep doing that..." You joked back at him, making you both giggle more.

Rafayel sighed, "We're both childish when we're together... I love.. these moments." he sounded so hesitant yet caring. The dim light of the car made it impossible for you to notice the redness that is forming in his cheeks and ears.

You smiled at him as a response. For a moment, you forgot the eerie and suspicious feeling that surrounds you earlier in your apartment.

"Yeah, I love these moments too... but with you, Raf." You replied, making Rafayel's face even redder because of blushing..

The drive went well with the both of you teasing each other endlessly. After almost an hour of driving, you reached your destination. Rafayel parked his car, the parking lot looks simple yet fancy.

"The parking lot alone says that wealthy people go here." Rafayel murmured and you side-eyed him.

"Don't be so humble, you're literally a wealthy man that hides inside an apartment for no reason." You rolled your eyes at him and he laughed then shrugged it off.

Rafayel went outside the car but before you could open the door, he already did it for you. "Acting so gentleman lately, huh..." you smiled.

"Only for the precious lady." He said as he offers you his hand for you to hold it. "Gosh, stop teasing me, Raf!" You lightly hit his arm while your other hand tried to cover your blushing face.

He made you lock your arm in his arm as you both walked towards the grand entrance of the fine diner. Everything felt surreal. Other people might view you as ignorant but this is the first time that you actually paid attention to the place that you are in. This is not your first time to visit a diner for wealthy people due to Sylus' dinner meetings with his business partners but you were really just focused on work before, you do not mind the appearance of places that you go to.

Besides, the person that you are with right now also makes the situation more precious.

You entered the diner with Rafayel. He already reserved a table online for the two of you. The table is on the rooftop, allowing both of you to see the beauty of buildings at Linkon City.

Both of you sat at your chairs, waiting for the food that Rafayel also ordered when he reserved the table online.

"Y/N, you look so pretty." Rafayel complimented you with a smile. You arched your brow at him in a playful manner with a grin.

"Aww, does Raf have a crush on me?" You teased him. He arched his brow back at you and you laughed. "Such a sassy king..." you murmured that made Rafayel roll his eyes like a baddie. Both of you continued to giggle at each other.

"Kidding aside, you're so handsome, Raf!" You energetically told him. He looked so handsome with the suit that he wore, it fits the design of the diner.

"Let's take a pic!" You initiated. Both of you took out your phones at the same time. You looked at each other, confused on whose phone you will use. But you put your phone down at the table, telling him that you should use his phone.

"Ahh.... ok..." Rafayel looked hesitant to give you his phone but he still did. You gently took the phone from his hand and opened the camera.

You saw the thumbnail preview of his phone's camera. There was a photo of you smiling. The photo was taken at the sea side where Rafayel took you for a walk two days ago.

The thought of Rafayel capturing a candid photo of you while you are smiling made you feel something weird in your stomach. You are blushing like a tocino and you cannot hide it because your whole face is literally red.

"You probably saw the pic... I'm sorry for taking a photo of you without your permission... you just look so cute when you smile..." Rafayel cannot look directly into your eyes as he spoke. It made him cuter than he already is.

"I'm not mad, Raf. I just feel like I'm someone that special when you do things like this." You are speaking in such a low and shy tone while also looking down at your lap, afraid to show Rafayel the blushing in your face that does not seem to disappear.

"Let us just take a photo." Rafayel shyly spoke, his face is also red. Just like earlier, you look like a tocino but Rafayel looks like a tomato now.

You nodded at him and positioned the camera where both of you can be seen in the photo. You sweetly smiled and so did Rafayel.

Rafayel took quick glances at you but you did not notice it. He secretly admired your smile as you looked at the camera.

"How can someone treat you like that Sylus guy did? You're too precious for anyone..." Rafayel secretly thought in his mind while lost in your smile.

You took a lot of photos with Rafayel and the view of city lights below the night sky. The location of the diner is up in the mountains so the whole city can be easily seen from here. Rafayel also took photos of you. He moved the photos in the album that he has in his phone gallery that you did not know. He said that he made the album last week so he can easily find the memories that both of you kept as a photo.

Rafayel also currently made a solo album of you in his gallery. He took candid photos of you that are surprisingly amazing. You still look beautiful in the photos even though you are smiling widely.

Shortly after you took photos with Rafayel, the food arrived. He actually ordered a lot of dishes and you do not know if both of you can finish all of it in one sitting.

"I ordered a lot of food on purpose because I want you to enjoy it after what happened to you last week. Also, you are such a food lover, I know you will love it here." Rafayel smiled at you.

"Hey... the price of the food here is so expensive, you never have to treat me with so much food..." You really love his treatment but you feel guilty because he is always the one that is spending money for you when you guys go out. He never lets you spend even a single penny.

"Money is not an issue for me... You and your happiness are what really matters to me." Rafayel spoke softly. His voice is so soothing and comforting. It is like you are in the clouds.

"Thank you for being such a kind friend, Raf! I never expected that I'll have a companion here in Linkon..." You genuinely love him as your friend, not just for what he does for you.

"You deserve the best." Rafayel smiled as he drank his wine. You smiled back at him. Both of you are always smiling at each other a hundred times when you guys are together.

You and Rafayel surprisingly finished all the food at the table. You are too full to stand up but you have to.

"Aww, I look so bloated now..." You pouted, making Rafayel chuckle at how cute you look. "That's normal. Besides, you still look pretty no matter what you look like." He replied.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better..." You scoffed. Rafayel touched his chest, acting like you offended him.

"For your information, Miss beautiful, I never fake the compliments that I give." He winked with and pouted.

You end up teasing each other on your way out of the diner. Laughing together like other people does not exist. For him, you are the only one that matters and you feel the same for him— but you are not ready to admit it to yourself yet. You are still confused about what you feel.

You just met him in less than a month, there is no way you are going to fall easily for a guy. But he is different from others— he is different from Sylus...

But Sylus also acted like Rafayel before... What if Rafayel will also turn out to be the same as him? No, Rafayel feels entirely different from him... far more different.

You suddenly felt uncomfortable as both of you went to the exit door. You feel like you want to retouch your make up even when you guys are about to head home now. Well, you are really a self-conscious woman when you are around Rafayel. You hate to think about it that way but you know deep down to yourself that you are acting like that when you go out together— because you are with him.

"Hey, Raf! Just need to go to the bathroom to retouch... Wait for me here, ok?" You gripped your purse, feeling a bit shy.

"Yeah, sure! I'll wait right here. Take your time!" You waved your hand at him and walked as fast as you could to the comfort room.

You felt those stupid butterflies in your stomach again...

When you entered the ladies comfort room, you quickly went to the hand wash area with a mirror. You placed your purse at the side of the sink. You wash your hands first, like what you always do before you touch your face. You started to touch up your makeup. You stayed there for minutes until you felt satisfied with your look.

“There! I look so pretty!” You admired yourself in front of the mirror. You love to think that you really want to look good for yourself, but you also know that you want to look pretty for Rafayel too.

You are ready to get out of the comfort room but as you stepped outside the door, someone grabbed your hair and placed their hand at your mouth to muffle your screams as they dragged you at the back door.

The person then pulled you by your dress to the dark area of the parking lot before yanking your hair again. You bit their hand that was covering your mouth, making them yelp.

You know that voice... you will never forget that annoying voice.

You quickly turned around so the person will not have a chance to grab you by the hair again. You are shocked to see the person that did this to you.

MC was standing there, her eyes are furiously piercing your soul.

So that is the reason why you felt uneasy earlier at your apartment... She is following you.

“What the actual fuck? What do you want from me? Why are you freaking here?” You groaned in pain and frustration.

“Oh, me? I’m here to kill the precious friend of Sylus... You know, we were never like before after you left. He's slowly changing again... The only solution that I know for that is of course, to kill what bothers my Sylus' mind.” She smiled creepily like she is someone straight from a horror movie.

“Come on, I left the N109 zone so you could live your life happily ever after with Sylus. Then you're just gonna follow me here to tell me something nonsense and pure of bullshit? Gosh, why can't I live in peace...” You massaged your temple due to frustration.

“I won't let you live in peace. After you became friends with him, he never acted like he was in our first life. Yeah, I forgot about him for a moment but I still remembered. I remember how he makes me feel like I'm the only one that will get his attention... But you? you came into the picture... It's obvious that you want to be in my shoes... You want to have him for yourself!” She slowly raised her voice and it makes you think if Rafayel has heard her already.

“You're being so delusional, you can probably write a story script with that...” You insulted her on purpose. You know that fighting back to her childish behavior will not do anything or something good but you are just really going for that satisfaction when you see her getting much irritated.

“Yeah, I'll probably write a script using your blood as ink.” She pulled out a dagger from her back pocket, making you gulp.

Fuck, you never really studied self defense because you rarely went out of the base and you often have the twins to defend you... and of course, Sylus.

“Shit!” You ran as she went after you in a fast motion. You know that even when you run, she can still kill you by throwing that dagger at you. After all, she is still a skilled hunter— that is why she got the Miss Hunter as a nickname.

You ran somewhere in the dark and you do not know where you are going but you are aware that you are getting far away from the diner. Trees are slowly engulfing your sight. “I'm so fucking stupid, why the heck did I run this way... arghh nevermind, I will probably get stabbed faster if I try to run back to the diner...”

And you were right— she threw her dagger at you, followed by another dagger that she also pulled out from her back pocket. The two daggers pierced the muscles of your left thigh. You quickly dropped to your knees. You pressed your palms to your now-stabbed thigh, trying to prevent the blood from leaking— obviously it just slightly helps because there are two daggers at your wound.

It is so dark in the woods. You still can see the lights of the diner but it is already far away. You cannot help but to curse Sylus for being in your life— now you have to face the wrath of his crazy soulmate.

“Fuck you, Sy... I hate you so much!” You mumbled under your breath.

“Y/N~ You won't be able to run away from me and you know that~” You shivered at the cold breeze of the air and her creepy voice.

“Argh!” You suddenly screamed when your hair was pulled. The bitch caught you.

“You thought you could run away from me, hmm? Not so fast, honey...” She chuckled. Her voice makes you sick. You want to curse at the fate that tied her with Sylus.

“Seriously? you're Sylus’ soulmate? so fucking embarrassing— argh!” You yelped as she twisted the two daggers at your thigh.

“Keep talking and I'll let you suffer more before you die!” Her voice echoed to the woods but you doubt that someone can still hear her, considering that you are now a little far away from the diner.

She twisted the daggers a lot of times for minutes, making you cry in pain. You are now getting weak but you refuse to let her see you in your fragile state.

- Back at the diner -

Rafayel is now panicking. You are missing for almost an hour now. He checked all the comfort rooms at the diner but you were nowhere to be seen. He knows that something bad is up because his chest is already tightening— he only feels this when you are in danger.

He went back to the exit door and as soon as he stepped outside, he saw two men dressed in all black with masks on their face. The two men ran to the dark back part of the parking lot. He does not know them because they never saw them here in Linkon but he suddenly felt the urge to follow the guys— maybe they are involved in what happened to you.

He feels that something is up in those guys. They never dined at the diner earlier, they just appeared out of nowhere.

So with no hesitation, he secretly and quietly followed the guys. He felt a heavy weight on his chest as he walked behind the two. His breath hitched as the guys suddenly stopped midway and slowly turned back at him.

Rafayel got ready to defend himself because the guys might attack him. But to his surprise, the two guys calmly walked at him and their presence did not feel like a threat to him.

“You’re Rafayel, right?” The other guy asked. Rafayel nodded as a response even though he did not know how the guy knew his name, still not wanting to have a close interaction with them despite their calm behavior.

“Follow us, Y/N is in danger...” The other guy on the left said, making Rafayel’s heart clench even harder.

The three of them went back on running towards the dark path to the depths of the woods that now surround them. The air felt cold and silence is now ringing in their ears. Rafayel still felt suspicious about the two guys until he heard a terrific scream— your scream.

Their hearts clenched with nervousness but they tried to move calmly so their action will all be calculated.

- Back to you and MC -

You are now losing a lot of blood— not just from your thighs, but also from all over your body. She is serious when she says that she will not let you die quickly. She has been torturing you with cuts all over your body. All you can think and hope for now is for Rafayel— or any other people— to come and get this maniac bitch away from you.

She has been laughing since she started cutting your body earlier. Your dress is now a mess— your whole body is now a mess. You cannot do anything to fight her back because aside from your painful wounds, she also tied you in a tree using a thick rope that you do not know can fit in her freaking pocket.

You tried to fight and stop your throat from letting out the noise of pain to not satisfy her crazy desire to make you suffer but everything was just too painful.

“Aww, I’m already getting bored of torturing you... Might as well kill you now!” She then bursted laughing again. Her sweat and your blood dripped down in her hands together.

The sight of you makes you want to vomit but your body is so weak to even do that. You do not even know why your body is still fighting death— you do not know why you are still conscious after all the bruises and wounds that she gave you with her daggers.

You accepted your fate— you already accepted that you are now going to die in the hands of this crazy delulu bitch. All you can think of as of now is Rafayel. You swear that when you guys meet again, you will confess your growing feelings to him already.

MC screamed as she aimed to stab your heart. You shut your eyes and waited for the dagger to finally put you to rest— but nothing even more painful came. Instead, you heard her scream from frustration.

“Let go of me! You masked freak!” She yelled.

Masked? You know no one else with a mask that is also connected to MC other than those two...

You slowly opened your eyes. Tears that you are holding for a while finally streamed down to your cheeks.

The twins are here...

You sighed in relief at what you saw. Kieran was carrying MC from behind as he threw all her daggers and other weapons away. Luke ran to you quickly and immediately cut the rope that was keeping you close to the tree. You hugged Luke as you cried.

Your eyes roamed around the area— and there, you saw a purple-haired guy dashing towards you with tears in his eyes. Rafayel also came— he came for you.

Luke moved aside, allowing Rafayel to hug you. He was gentle and careful not to touch your wounds. The sight of you hurts his heart.

He did not speak a word and just let you caress his hair as both of you sobbed. His beautiful suit is now soaked in your tears and your blood but he does not mind it, what matters now is you are still alive. And he is not willing to waste any second. He carefully picked you up in bridal style.

Kieran and Luke looked at him and nodded, as a sign that he can now bring you back for your treatment. As soon as Rafayel started walking, MC suddenly got out of Kieran's grip and quickly picked up one of her daggers. The twins cursed at her action. But luckily, Rafayel’s evol caught her dagger. His quick reflexes was a life saver.

The twin quickly ran to Rafayel’s side to help him protect you from MC's daggers.

“MC, we know that you are someone special for our boss...” Luke spoke. It still kind of hurts to hear that MC is someone special for Sylus but you brushed that feeling off.

“But we won't think twice to disobey him and kill you if you don't stop trying to kill Y/N.” Luke continued between his gasps for air.

Kieran secretly took something out of his pocket— a mini injection with a red liquid inside. MC did not see it but you did. Luke ran towards MC and aimed to fight her so she could be distracted. Once MC’s mind was focused on Luke, Kieran grabbed the chance and ran on MC’s side. Kieran injected the red liquid to MC and she immediately lost consciousness. Before she could hit the ground, Kieran held her body.

He adjusted her body into a bridal style also. Her hands are on her side so she will not do something weird and harmful if ever that she wakes up while Kieran is walking.

Rafayel started walking faster again with the twins behind him. The cold air hits your wounds and you cannot help but groan from the pain. Rafayel noticed it and became more careful.

No one spoke and the silence is giving you peace. Rafayel wants to speed up but he can't because he might hurt you so you try your best to stay awake as much as possible.

Finally, you reached the back of the parking lot of the diner. You felt some relief when you finally saw the lights.

Zayne’s sudden appearance shocked you. He walked towards Rafayel. He looked at you with a hint of worry in his eyes.

“You are badly injured, you need immediate care. But the hospital is far from here, you might lose a lot of blood during the drive. I guess, I have no choice but to do the other treatment...” He examined your body while Rafayel is still holding you.

The twins are just behind you, still careful not to wake MC so soon.

“Why are you here?” You asked Zayne. Your voice is so low, a sign of your exhaustion and pain.

“Rafayel called me. I can barely understand what he was saying because he was running so fast but luckily, I still did. Now, don't waste your energy on talking and stay still...” Zayne motioned for Rafayel to get on his knees. Zayne also got on his knees after Rafayel, it is like he is going to do some ritual on your wounds.

You suddenly felt a tight and cold yet comforting force all over your body. You want to look at it but your neck cannot move because of the force. You just stayed still and waited for it to be over.

After the force was gone, the wounds in your body also completely disappeared like it was never there in the first place. Rafayel and Zayne slowly stand up. They also guided your body so you can stand.

The parts on your body where the wounds once sat earlier are still a little sore but it is now more bearable. The two of them helped you walk towards the area where Rafayel’s car was parked. The twins quietly follow behind the three of you while Kieran was still carrying MC.

When you guys reached Rafayel’s car, Rafayel suddenly stopped on his tracks and turned back around to the twins.

“Thank you so much for helping me find Y/N.” He said in a low voice, just enough for the twins to hear.

“No need to say thank you. Y/N is our friend, we can't risk to lose her.” Luke replied with a calm tone. Rafayel nodded and slightly smiled at them.

“Just promise us to take care of her. Don't treat her badly, she already suffered enough from her past... Don't make the same mistake with her.” Kieran’s voice was full of care and softness. Rafayel and Zayne are not aware of who is speaking but you know every detail of the twin— you can tell their difference.

“We are loyal to our boss but when it comes to Y/N, we trust you more for her. Take good care of her... She’s like our little sister.” Luke spoke again with tenderness and adoration in his voice.

You melt at their words. You really miss those times where three of you will pull pranks at each other and end up laughing all day.

“I promise to take care of her. You can count on me.” Rafayel smiled at them again.

“Wait, how did you guys know that we were here? Why are you guys even here?” You interrupted their conversation. The twin tilted their head in sync. They were nervous to answer your question.

Just as they are about to speak, a familiar sound of footsteps interrupted them.

Him, the one that you hated the most as for this moment.

Sylus...

You frowned as you saw him walking towards you and Rafayel— already looking at you. You do not understand the look in his eyes though...

He looks like he is concerned, worried, sad... you do not actually know but one thing is for sure— he is not happy.

“What are you doing here, Sylus?” You asked him. You grilled Rafayel’s arms tightly like Sylus is about to get you alive. Rafayel and Zayne can sense the tension so they try to cover you from Sylus’ gaze. Rafayel also tensed up when he heard Sylus’ name. He remembered the things that you said about him and what he did.

Sylus ignored your question and turned to MC that is carried by Kieran. Damn, that kinda hurts...

“She brought her own car here. Find it and take her inside. ” Sylus ordered the twin but they refused to move. Sylus was shocked but he quickly hid his shocked expression and replaced it with a bored one.

The twins can sense that Sylus is up to something, “Boss we are always obeying you but what are you planning to do right now? Please leave Y/N alone...”

The twins really want to be with you again at N109 Zone but if it costs you your peace and freedom, they are willing to hurt their own feelings and desire to be with you just so you can live a life that you want— even if it means that they are going to disobey Sylus’ order.

“Don’t worry, I just want to talk to my... friend.” His voice does not seem to be threatening, it somewhat feels genuine. But you are still hesitant after everything that he caused you.

“Why do you want to talk to her?” Rafayel’s voice is full of protectiveness. He hid you behind his back.

“It’s none of your business. Now, move.” Sylus tried to grab your hand away from Rafayel’s grip but Rafayel, Zayne, and Luke covered you. What shocked you the most was Luke. He never got on Sylus’ way before— he always obeyed him, and so was Kieran.

Zayne and Rafayel bickered with Sylus for minutes until you decided to interrupt them. You know that Sylus will make his way to get what he wants and there is no point in fighting back.

“Fine, Sylus. We can talk but you're not allowed to touch me. We can only talk for 15 minutes.” You suddenly blurted out, making the guys around you freeze in their spots.

Rafayel and Zayne looked at you with disappointment in their eyes. You gave them a reassuring smile and stepped out from their backs.

“Don’t worry guys, I will be alright.” You said. You know that Sylus is not a crazy bitch like his soulmate. The only thing that he will probably hurt you with is his words.

“Boss, don't hurt her... even verbally.” Kieran pleaded.

“I won't. Get MC to her car and drive it back to where she came from.” Sylus replied while the twins nodded. The twins left with a hesitant look but they have to obey Sylus this time.

Sylus gestured for you to follow him. You were hesitant at first but you want this to finally be over and head back home. You gave Rafayel and Zayne a smile and followed Sylus. Rafayel and Zayne will make sure that Sylus will not be able to hurt you.

After a lot of steps that you took at the parking lot, you finally reached Sylus’ car. He suddenly froze in his spot, making you almost bump to his back. He turned to you with an arched brow.

“Why did you leave?” He asked, making you gulp. You know the answer but you cannot get it out of your throat for some reason— it was probably his gaze that scares you.

“Why do you care?” You asked him back sarcastically. His gaze became more intense.

“You left a lot of work. New secretaries that we hired failed to do your job. Come back to the company.” He said seriously. You do not know if you are hallucinating but you caught a glimpse of pleading in his eyes.

“I won't. I'm already happy here. Besides, you're the one who told me to resign.” You quickly said. You are now in a battle of pride with Sylus.

“Stop being dramatic and learn how to take jokes... Or you just don't want to go back to the N109 zone so you can spend time with your Rafayel?” He smirked at you. You got hurt when he called you dramatic but you do not want to feed his ego.

“First, sensitivity is not being dramatic. Second, yes— I'm happy with Rafayel... Wait, how did you know his name?” You were confused on why the twins are here but it is starting to make sense.

“I have my ways, stop asking.” He sounded like he is mocking you and it is getting on your nerves. You really want to punch his guts right now.

“Rafayel hmm.... Is it fun to be on a date with him?” He asked again like he is interrogating you.

“Yes, super fun unlike you.” You said in a serious tone. Sylus felt his heart clenched at your words but he did not want to show it.

“Come back to the company. You know that you cannot escape me, Y/N... I'm your friend right?... You belong to me.” He moved towards you, closing the gap between the two of you until your back hit the door of his car.

“Correction, you're already my ex-friend and I'm not a thing that you own. And no, I won't come back to the company. I'm happy here at Linkon. I have Rafayel and Zayne as my companions— so please, leave me alone and forget the years that we spent together.” You said while avoiding his gaze. You are so nervous as heck right now.

You are hurting Sylus’ feelings with what you said but you do not know it— yet...

“Forget the ten years? Is that easy for you? Does that Rafayel guy brainwash you already?” His gaze darkened, making your chest feel more tight. But you also got offended with the way that he talks about Rafayel.

“Rafayel did not brainwash me, he's not that type of guy. What I said is simply my own decision.” You had the urge to look into his eyes and you did— just to find anger in his red eyes.

You waited for him to speak but he did not so you took the opportunity to say what you want to say long before you flew to Linkon.

“You are already tied to MC. Ever since she came back, you treated me like I did not stay with you through ups and downs. You insulted me and stabbed my feelings with those sharp words of yours. And now that you see me finally happy with my new life in Linkon, you'll decide to follow me and make me come back as if we are still on good terms? I hate swearing at others— especially you.... but you know what? fuck you for being so insensitive!” Tears poured from your eyes, making Sylus take a step back.

“Don’t bring MC into this conversation, she has nothing to do with this.” That is what he said. The only sentence that he said before you hit his chest with your palms. He did not fight back or stop you, he just watched as your tears fell down.

“Why not? Don't you know what that girl did to me earlier?” You laughed pathetically as you looked down on your feet. Your hands are trembling as you speak.

“What did she do?” Since MC came back, this is the first time that you heard him speak to you with such concern.

“She tried to kill me. She tortured me for minutes. Luckily, the twins and Rafayel found me before she could stab my heart. Zayne was also there, he healed me... That's why you can't see any wounds and bruises from me now. But look at the dress that I'm wearing... see? she's insane... totally insane...” You placed your palms in your eyes as you sobbed more. Sylus stayed quiet like he is still waiting for you to speak more.

“And it's all because of you... she did this because she feels like you're drifting away from her because of my departure. Now, do you still think that she doesn't have something to do with this conversation?” You want to punch him but your hands are now starting to get weak.

“I- I didn't know this...” Sylus’ voice was trembling. You do not know what to feel about his reaction right now because of the anger inside you.

“You never cared about me since she came so why would you know?” You chuckled but it turned into a sob.

“Excuse me, I have to go home. It's been more than 15 minutes.” You tried to go past him but he grabbed your wrist and hugged your waist from behind.

“Please come back, don't leave me... I'm sorry... I wanted to take you back because I already realized what you mean to me, not just because of your work... About MC, I realized that I don't love her like I did before in our past life.... You're the one I truly need right now.... Please Y/N, let me make it up to you....” He rested his chin on your shoulder and buried his face on your neck. His voice and cry makes you weak. This is the first time you saw him in this state. You admit that seeing him this vulnerable still hurts your heart— but you are a woman of value... You do not listen to your emotions alone.

“Stop being an asshole... You already have MC, don't be so greedy for love. And you are also tied by fate. Trying to fight it will only hurt you.” You tried to break free from his grip but he was just so strong.

“No, I will make a way to be free from this fate... I promise... Just don't leave me, please?” He sobbed harder. Your neck is now wet from his tears.

“Sylus... no. I already suffered enough from you, it will be hard to make things back to how it was before.” He loosened his grip and you took the chance to walk away.

You heard him calling for you but you did your best to ignore it. Tears ran down your cheeks again as you walked back to Rafayel’s car.

On your way back, you bumped into Rafayel and Zayne. It seems like they followed you secretly but you are too weak and blank to care right now.

“Raf, let's go home...” You tugged at his arm. Rafayel nodded and led you to his car. Zayne went to his own car and started to drive. Rafayel followed behind Zayne’s car.

You were silent during the drive and so was Rafayel. Zayne parted ways from you when you reached the buildings of Linkon City.

You reached your apartment and Rafayel supported your body with his arm as you both went to your apartments. Both of you did not mind the stares of the people that are around you as you guys walked.

“Thank you for the help, Raf. I'm sorry that everything didn't go well because of me...” You looked down, feeling embarrassed.

“It’s not your fault, cutie. Let's just be glad that you are safe now...” Rafayel was really concerned about your situation right now.

“I have to sleep, Raf... good night.” You tiredly speak. Rafayel nodded with a slight smile and let you enter your apartment before he entered his.

When you get inside, you tiredly do your routine. You might be exhausted but you do not want to sleep with a dirty body.

After your routine, you plopped yourself to your bed. You grabbed your phone to text Rafayel quickly.

“Hey, Raf! If you're free tomorrow, let's spend the afternoon here in my apartment... Let's watch some movies with the projector you got me and eat some snacks. :>” You waited for his reply that followed shortly after you sent your message.

“Sure, cutie! I still have drinks and snacks in my fridge, we can eat those!” You smiled at his reply. You are too tired to reply back so you just reacted a heart to his message and went to sleep.

This day started as amazing but ended up with so much chaos...

- Time skip -

It is already 2:49 pm. Rafayel brought the snacks and drinks from his apartment just like what he told you in the chat last night. Everything felt heavy this morning but Rafayel’s presence helped you to soothe your mind.

You picked a funny movie because you do not want to be sad all over again. You are already getting tired of feeling depressed.

The two of you filled your bedroom with laughter as the main characters from the movie did funny stunts and faces. Rafayel cannot help but to capture the moment again with his phone and you are now aware of it but you do not mind it now. You actually enjoy it.

The movie ended with a last funny stunt and you bursted laughing with Rafayel again like there is no tomorrow. You are really grateful that you have him in your life. He makes you forget anything else that bothers your mind and replaces it with something that you will treasure in your entire lifetime.

Rafayel helped you clean up the mess. Containers that are scattered on the floor are now cleaned up— thanks to him. After your bedroom was neat again, you sat on your bed. Rafayel sat beside you without speaking any words. The silence is not like last night, it is not comforting.

This is comforting— just the two of you together.

You want to tell him what you feel right now. Because, who knows? you might now get the same chance in another time. You fought your nervousness and started to speak.

“Raf, I really want to tell you something that has been bothering me for days now...” You sighed. Rafayel looked at you with confusion in his eyes. He did not speak— he only listened like what he usually does. He waited for you to speak again.

“I know that we only met for a very short period of time, but I can't explain why I feel so different when I'm with you... You make me love myself and see my value more. I hate to admit that I easily fell for you, but I'm really genuine about how I feel towards you. I don't force you to feel the same but I hope that this confession will not change our bond with each other.” You said it smoothly like you had memorized a script before you talked to Rafayel.

“Y/N... I actually feel the same. I'm also confused because I had friends before— there are also girls, but I never acted and felt this way. I'm actually scared that you will distance yourself from me if you knew that's why I was nervous last night when you saw the photo of you that I took...” Rafayel also confessed, making you blush and shocked.

“But I don't want to take things further yet. I want to know you more and I want you to be sure of me before committing things... I'm ready to wait and pursue you until you're ready, Y/N.” He added. His thoughtfulness makes you fall for him harder.

You smiled at each other. You embraced him into a hug and buried your face to his chest, feeling his warmth.

“You’re so cute when you confess, Raf...” You whispered, teasing him. He giggled and patted your head.

“Only for you, cutie...” You smiled at his response.

The comforting sound of your breaths and his heartbeat are the only things that you can hear now— and it is more than enough.

The peaceful moment engulfed the two of you. Both of you are not wanting to let go of each other just yet. You are hoping that this will start something much more peaceful than your past.

But everything needs a proper closure— Sylus badly needs it.

I listened to Multo by Cup of Joe while writing this hihi

(This is not the end yet, this is still not angsty enough hehe) + Part 4 will be probably focused on Sylus, MC, and the twins at the Onychinus base

#sylus au #sylus x reader #sylus x mc #love and deepspace sylus #lads rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace #rafayel x reader #angst #heavy angst #no comfort #non mc reader #n109 zone #linkon city #sad ending #luke and kieran #lads mephisto #zayne love and deepspace #lads zayne

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minkiverse · 1 year ago

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PARK SEONGHWA FIC RECS

You can find other Ateez fic recs HERE!

HWA TIME!! A man who is so earth shatteringly gorgeous of course gets written incredibly by atiny 😩 like this man is just art!! As always, I hope you enjoy and support these authors!!

Dividers by @iluvpooks

DISCLAIMER none of these works are mine and majority are MATURE 18+, please read all warnings before reading!!!

Key:

✨ - My Favs

🔥 - Smut (MINORS DNI)

⛈️ - Angst

💗 - Fluff

🍑 - Humor

SERIES

New Horizons - @fivestar-outlaw 🔥⛈️💗 Idol AU

this is just the cutest series!! like meeting him through animal crossing is the most adorable meet cute i want to cry 😭😭 we all deserve a lil bit of delusion as a treat asfgdssfgdf

The Way to His Heart - @edenesth ⛈️💗Joseon Period ✧ Arranged Marriage AU

im a big BIG fan of historical au's and i just loved reading hwa falling for the mc and then doing everything he can to destroy the people that hurt her 😩😩 that kind of devotion is just soooooooo attractive😍😍 it kinda reminds me of the anime My Happy Marriage (which i did not finish OTL) but if you enjoyed that i think you will love this~~

Wallflower pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4 - @tenelkadjowrites 🔥⛈️💗 Office AU

seonghwa is mc's nerdy coworker but boy can he fuck 😩😩😩 the smut in this is 🤌🤌 but honestly this fic is so much more than that and how the mc changes and grows as a person because of hwa's influence is so enjoyable to read i just love them 🥹🥹

Sans - @songmingisthighs ⛈️💗🍑 SMAU ✧ Childhood Friends AU

this author really knows how to break my heart 😭😭😭 definitely be aware of trigger warnings for some chapters!!! but this fic was also so wholesome?? like i just love the mc and how they grow from the events of the story 🥹🥹 SPECIAL SHOUTOUT TO SAN AND WOO!!!!

ONE SHOTS/DRABBLES/ETC

sycophant - @ncteez ✨🔥 Business AU

there will always be boss x employee fics BUT this take on it 🤌🤌🤌 hwa is just so attractively straight forward and him teaching the mc on how to dom him is truly just so fucking hot i could scream 😩😩

Untitled - @thetypingpup 🔥 Hybrid AU

The Thing About Pretty Boys - @wonusite ✨🔥 Friends to Lovers AU

never say seonghwa can't fuck.... or maybe do bcs this man goes fucking feral 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i had like a full body physical reaction to how hwa is written in this fic 😩😩 like this is so filthy in the hottest way possible

Dune - @hongism 🔥 Outlaw AU ✧ Biker AU

Untitled - @orgverse 🔥 Sci-fi AU

Warning Signs EP. 1: The Showman - @mphountitled 🔥Rebellion AU

Everyday at the Bus Stop - @tenelkadjowrites 🔥💗

persistent desire - @bro-atz 🔥 College AU

Untitled - @k-hotchoisan 🔥

Red Dress - @wooyoungiewritings ✨🔥⛈️💗 Enemies to Lovers AU

i love a holiday/winter themed fic ok sue me 🫵🫵 its just COZY and this hwa drives me up the wall 😩😩 he's such a charming lil shit and the banter is soooooo good 🫠🫠 i looooooooove this couple!!!!!!!

Scattered bunny!seonghwa thoughts - @thetypingpup 🔥 Hybrid AU

Morning sex with Seonghwa - @k-hotchoisan 🔥

Untitled - @sxcret-garden 🔥

realistic sex with seonghwa - @byuntrash101 🔥

VIP Access - @hwashotcheeto 🔥 Idol AU

multiple??? - @lomlhwa 🔥 Hybrid AU

I Can See You - @daemour 🔥⛈️💗 Single Father!Hwa

Untitled - @thetypingpup 🔥 Hybrid AU

heavy and sticky - @k-hotchoisan 🔥

Untitled - @cheollipop 🔥

Untitled - @thetypingpup 🔥

belong to me - @ateezscupid 🔥⛈️ Idol AU

Untiled - @thetypingpup 🔥 Dragon!Teez ✧ Sugar Mommy AU

Untitled - @bombuni 💗

Honest (But Happy) Accident - @ad0rechuu 💗College AU

amazing grace - @yoongiseesawmp3 🔥⛈️💗 Church Boy!Hwa

Untitled - @thetypingpup 🔥 Bad Boy!Hwa

paradigm - @yoongiseesawmp3 ✨🔥 Bartender AU

switch!hwa nuff said 🤤🤤🤤 no but how this author does banter is just so good like idk even know how explain it because it feels so natural and charming and the smut is so fucking good like im in love with hwa and the mc ?????

The Heart's Filthy Lesson - @tenelkadjowrites 🔥⛈️ Toxic BFF!Hwa

Untitled - @hee0soo 🔥

Damnation of a Saint - @byuntrash101 🔥 7 Deadly Sins AU

the lamb and the wolf - @seonghwaddict 🔥💗 Hades!Hwa

Make Me Water - @bangtanintotheroom 🔥 Friends to Lovers AU

Untitled - @thetypingpup 🔥 Cyberpunk AU

mirror mirror on the wall, who's the filthiest of them all - @almightyddeonghwa 🔥 Idol AU

boyfriend texts - @beenbaanbuun 🍑

#ateez #ateez fic recs #ateez x reader #ateez angst #ateez smut #ateez fluff #park seonghwa #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa smut #hi me from the future what was your favorite song off of golden hour #my current guess is blind or siren #merengue makes lists

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orelicia · 5 months ago

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"You get periods?!" By MC <3

Xeijun's Letters: My first post, I guess? Anyways, thank you so much to @tsukii0002 for inspo for these scenarios. Hope you like them. I added a bit to them for my own personal headcanon.

|| Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 ||

Warnings: kidnapping, cannibalism, gouging out eye, petty, obnoxious, vanitious Lucifer, personal headcanons. Almost fem! coded reader? Because I'm fem...so. A bit OCC due to hormonal imbalance in our bois.

Lucifer

Walking around, you pulled out yet another feather from your hair..Searching for Lucifer on his periods was dire work, you could have become an investigator. EASILY! With him and his nest revolving around the hidden rooms which move around House of Lamentation, it's like 'Where's Waldo', but with Lucifer to comfort him.

Having almost beaten Beel in eating just a few days ago, with chewing something every few seconds; chips, cup ramen, dinner left-overs, five tiffins packed for RAD, demonus frozen into cubes for him to chew on, some demon who pissed him off?...And now, he's nowhere to be seen, not touched a single morsel of food..How great.

Huffing you pushed the brick in the hallway which was a doorway, hoping it'll lead to where you need to go and thankfully it did...except it looked like, well...a Rapunzel's tower, without the Rapunzel or the beauty of it and made from whatever, as you huffed,

"Lucifer! You here?!" you called, as Lucifer's head popped, upside down. On his periods, he definitely had more confidence, more vanity, cared less on what others thought and was so much more obnoxious..kind of disgusting if not for you almost finding it hot,

"Oh, missing me already?" he asked, smirking, "How darling of you to do that~" his wings ruffling, the barely light coming from this brick wall room putting light on his horns and wings, both of glowing softly iridescent a baby blue almost.

You sighed, as the moment he ruffled his wings a few more feathers got off, it's like having a cat, if you were honest. His wings spread over the width of the room, almost 10 feet, as he smiled and jumped down from his upside down position from the edge of his nest.

How lovely it was when his eyes fell on a strand of white which he plucked off, his nails decorated red with skulls from Asmo a few days ago when Lucifer had been admiring himself in a mirror, as he looked at it, his white scleras almost fading like ink in water to become black,

"Hanging out with Solomon, were you?" he asked, hissing as you sighed, groaning, of-course he figured it out. His senses were out of this world, everything was out of sight, but nothing out of eyes or mind, it seemed.

A guttural noise rumbled in his throat, which almost shook the ground, it felt like as he scoffed, like a petulant child and within a blink of an eye, had got over the edge of his nest, back into the depths of comfort. Mad at you for hanging out with that shady sorcerer.

As you sighed, "come on, peacock boy. Pull me into your nest, I went to him for help. I promise, he didn't do anything.." you said, looking for an opening, which ou did with Belphie's head stuck through and mouth taped, as you hitched back.

"Lucifer...What's Belphie doing here?" you asked, as his hand pushed out a large hoodie which you were sure belonged to Beel from the smell of curry on it, as his head poked out a bit, though his horns got stuck,

"He was sleeping in the hallway, I think he was cold. My little brother" he said, pouting almost..Oh how he changes during periods, gross.

As you sighed, pushing Belphie in as you poked in through the hole despite Lucifer's protest, as he placed Belphie through the opening again to block it up as you rolled your eyes.

You almost felt compelled to pull him into a hug like usual, but didn't because the last time you did...Let's just say, you ended up a scar across your face and an eye gouged out on accident, thought it was easily fixed by one of Solomon's potions and frankly, you didn't want a repeat of it as you shove some cotton into Belphie's ears and made place and sat down on the ground.

Lucifer's wings ruffled a bit, as one of his wings gently stroked you as you smiled, "I just went to Solomon to get my scar fixed" you assured him with a smile, as he grudgingly shifted from his sitting position to look back, his scleras black as he glared at you, though you could see them soften.

"Fine.." he scoffed, as he extended one hand and you crawled closer, shifting to snuggle again him as he huffed, pulling you to fall back against the pillows in his nest. Oh my Diavolo...Lucifer was burning and freezing, almost too high or too cold...You couldn't tell if you were to shiver or remove your shirt.

And he sat there, patiently as if waiting for something, his wings ruffling every few minutes as he waited intently, while you were busy coughing out feather plumes and feather strands blowing them away from your face.

As his face contorted into a frown when you were taking so long and didn't even look like it as he shifted his wings back, crossing his arms over the loose black shirt he had been wearing, feeling weird feeling of insecurity and sadness pool in his gut as he waited and waited and waited, as you seemingly didn't notice.

Lucifer ruffled his wings again, hoping you'll get the hint...you didn't.

His moments of no sleep, eating too much and hormones over the place led to anxiety and slight paranoia. As he almost feel bugs on his skin, before he adamantly spoke. How dare his favourite human not appreciate him? Almost the perfect being in all realms,

"What? Why are you not complimenting me?" he asked, words laced with venom as you looked up.

Oh...Poor Lucifer. You almost had to laugh as you snuggled against him more, removing your jacket,

"Your wings..They look nice Lucifer. So shiny and colourful!" you smiled, admiring your the way the baby blue shined different shades as he proudly smugly grinned, as he hugged you, almost purring softly, thankfully Belphie woke up somewhere and teleported out or something, cause there was an opening.

"You're not leaving. Ever" he whispered smugly, as if he read your thoughts about leaving, "we can buy cervical pillows then, hm?" you suggested as he nodded, purring just slightly louder.. As you smiled, leaning back against him as he wrapped his wings around your,

"So...Can I leave? I think I'm gonna pee my pants.."

"No."

Mammon

You sighed, groaning and putting aside your plate of some human world fruit Barbatos was so nice to bring to you, as you were stuck on the second floor of Mammon's room, above the car, but also in the high walled nest of his, for some reason.

He got too protective yesterday when you weren't there when he came home ince you were in the toilet and he went into a literal panic attack and the house had caught FIRE...somewhere, don't ask..

So you were stuck, cleaning the place up a bit, lights of his dimmed like Levi's usually was, but without the glowing tank..only soft golden fairy lights you'd convince him to put up for you to live in and not go insane.

The past few days Mammon had somehow put too much attention on everything and yet no attention at all, he got 6/100 in maths, which i weird cause he got the best marks in maths of-course with a test which said grimm everywhere.

And so, you thought you'd have time until you learnt the day his period came, so you were stuck in Mammon's room.

You had already stepped on a little snow glove, a shiny golden painted lego, screamed your lungs almost when stepping on a foil ball and even a necklace clasp which was a bit too shiny.

You sighed in relief, when Mammon did come home, his eyes glowing golden bright and pupils round and covering his irises as he lunged at you, jumping onto you and kissing your lips roughly.

"loveyouloveyouloveyou!—I got human a little shiny thing!" he said brightly, after pulling away and digging into his large pockets to pull out a tiny little D, possibly a low level one and an Envy one, so the poor thing was nervous and almost thee size of your palm

"Now ya won't be hu'gry" Mammon said proudly with a bright smile, showing off his fangs as you smiled awkwardly, taking the little D in your hands and setting him free when Mammon wasn't looking as he was ready to be showered in praise as you took a step back, stepping on a little jewel and wincing as you groaned

You seriously needed to clean this nest...

Until then, you held the jewel in your hand and decided to present it to Mammon, as you smiled to him, holding out your open palm with the jewel resting in it and you swear you saw angels singing for you in his eyes with his pupils becoming hearts and eyes almost tear up!

Mammon jumped onto you, his leathery wings fluttering behind him like little fly's wings in excitement as he peppered kisses, like all others. He got too open to show feelings during his period, as you gently pulled off a few wings you knew were itchy with the way they got stuck in the spikes on his wings and threw them off somewhere...

He let out a soft whistle, almost a squawk like noise from his throat. It was high pitched and yet gentle, like crows during a rainy night as he snuggled against you, looking at you as if asking "Did ya miss The Great Mammon while he away?" as his eyes looked at you expectantly as you smiled, gently tapping on his back and wings as they ruffled,

"I missed the Great Mammon SOOO MUCH while he away!" you said, hugging him tightly as he snuggled into you as if trying to bury himself into your skin.

Another thing was, Mammon refused to be in his normal form, walking around in his demon form, scaring the shit out of most, since he was mostly in demon form when angry and everyone assumed he was livid.

So his hands hastily worked on the buckles of his jacket in his demon form, for one. still snuggling his head under your jacket, though his hands clumsily worked, barely doing anything as he almost growled in annoyance and desperation.

Seeing your boyfriend, Mammon's fruitless efforts, you smiled and sighed, lifting your loose shirt you were wearing a bit, one of his, as he immediately wrapped his arms around you and while one hand ran through his hair while his hands held onto you under your shirt, the other worked to gently unbuckle the straps of his leather jacket.

Gently undoing it, it fell off as he snuggled into you, burying his face in your tummy while his hands held you tightly, feeling the skin-to-skin, as he gently as he growled and whistled gently as if telling you about his day as he rubbed his wrists or his neck gently on your wrists or neck, as if spreading his scent and presence to you.

While you gently preened Mammon's wings, pulling of wings which were growing weird and sticking to his wings to make it hard for him while fixing others which were growing correctly,

"Oh, how in Diavolo's name did you preen your wings before?" you asked, grinning softly while you gently fed him slices of the fruit while he fed you, though it was a bit sour for him while it was sweet to you.

The Great Mammon was just so happy to be with his human, purring like a little corvid rumbled in happiness at times. Like right before they cawed, it sounded like that, his eyes round and glowing, like a baby crow's...Oh how lovely!~

Leviathan

You sighed, feeling the humidity already stick to you as you entered Leviathan's room. Levi seemingly buried under piles of blankets and clothes in his bathtub which was spilling water, in-fact the entire floor was covered in water, his PC and everything wrekept on loft stands with water resistance spells, so those were safe..

But it did feel like Levi's aquarium had spilled overwater, as you walked past the watering some slippers, which did little since water touched your feet anyway, you gently whistled and called,

"Levi? Levi! You here?" you softly asked, digging into the tub, as your hands brushed similar scales of Levi's tail, before it slipped out of your hands far deeper than what the tub's actual depth was..

You figured he was down there, in the underwater caves which his tu was enchanted to lead him to as you pushed off the blankets a bit, turning off thee humidifier and applied a underwater breathing spell, just in-case.

As you called to him, as softly was possibly, as gently as possibly, having not seen him and only heard his hisses and hums and grunts, you'd gotten well to understand him non-verbally, but you hadn't seen him in a long while, sometimes asleep or sometimes not even in the tub.

"Levi?~ Sweetheart, come on up.." you gently called, when you saw the tub, inky navy blue show the glow of a gently snake-like swish in it, as you sighed in relief. Levi's tail..

"Sweetheart? Darling?..Come on up, I wanna see ya" you whispered gently, as Levi's head gently poked out, his hair was a bit disheveled and almost cut short. His eyes glowing gentle iridescent purple-orange with his scleras black, as he softly hissed.

His tongue softly came out, almost forked like a snake's as his horn also glowed gently, his scales on his neck, throat and cheeks glowed in the almost dimmed out lights of his room, no light on, the aquarium's dim glow enough to give him a headache at times.

"There you are, Levi.." you softly cooed as he let out a soft hiss, almost shifting back, as if saying "You're only pitying me by being here, aren't you?"

His skin was feverish, as if he'd not been intaking enough nutrients, which he probably was since Lucifer did tell you Levi'd be so insecure, he'd refuse to do basic things.

But you ignored his hiss and gently shifted closer, extending your hand and letting him snuggled his face against it very hesitantly, cupping his face and snuggling against it while you were placing a moist towel on his head to cool him down.

It was so nice to see your boyfriend was okay at-least, thank Diavolo..

His horns branched out, almost majestically large, like ones you'd expect from Levi as his title of "Devildom's Navy Commander" and he glowed, his fingers long and pointed with glowing webbed skin in between it, as he softly hissed, almost debating if to snuggle further or pull away because you HAD to be lying!

Why would ya like him? But you refuse to let go, so he chose the former option, gently humming and squeaking against your cheek, your skin wetting gently more the water on him, but never mind.

Levi gently hummed, pulling you close, his nails gently stroking your wrist as he pulled you into the tub, not caring if your clothes got wet, before he suddenly got shy due to his bold action that he dipped inside the tub to hide somewhere. Of-course Levi made sure you couldn't follow him, but you were nothing if not persistent.

Using spells and powers to track him down, you got underwater too. Thank god for that earlier underwater breathing spell, no? As you gently looked around, finding Levi hidden in some very deep cave, almost hard for you to breathe, as you poked your head up, the cave having the tiniest bit space to let you breathe which was above water.

Levi gently hissed, his eyes teary as he moved to show this glowing scales on his tail, his skin, his arms and his glowing horns, as you softly smiled, "There you are, pretty boy" you smiled as he hissed as if denying it, his black scleras somehow making his eyes stand out and cuter.

"Now now, lt's not self-hate. I promise on my head you're very cute" you said, as Levi hissed, his tail wrapping around your waist for warmth as you giggled from hos cold his tail and his hands were as he hissed, very gently with a smile.

You didn't mention to bother the slightly dulled-out scales, but he gently extended his hand to you with his little crystals, almost usual as he smiled, thanking him.

Levi put his hands gently on your hips, looking u at you from under the water's surface, while your face was just above, right under the crystalline, rocky caves of the ink waters, very softly purring as he smiled gently, gently scratching his shoulder.

Levi wasn't wearing a shirt, only his pants from his demon form, eeing as he scratched and tore the shirt off due to being so itchy, so you hoped he wouldn't do the same to you, because you had no scales to protect your nips like his.

You softly stroked his scales, very gently, hoping nothing was being too itchy, incase you lose a finger with how sharp his nails were currently, as you smiled,

"How pretty!~" you whispered, cooign to him as he let out a hiss to disagree, "I am not saying it out of pity..ut if you do think they're ugly..well" you paused, giggling as he poked his head to stare at your eyes above the water level,

"You're going to start eating protein and not Hana Ruri-chan ramen" you said as he almost gasped, letting out a hiss of disbelief as you grinned. Oh Levi..

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savi-our · 6 months ago

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Anti-Harem with OP Mage MC pt. 3 ft. Horrortale

Its 3 am- This... this is over 3k words.... I'm both cooking and cooked apparently bc this is even longer and more detailed than the last part, I honestly dont know what came over me. The ending is a bit rushed and im posting this half asleep and barely able to make sense of whether or not any of this is actually good but i wanted to post it before going off to sleep - i do hope you enjoy it though, even if by this point im not sure you can call it an anti harem... maybe ill explore that bit more in the next part.... (p.s. i would love love looove to hear you guy's thoughts on what ive cooked up here so please leave a comment if youre inclined to <3)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

It had been a few weeks since the attack on the monster settlement and your work kept you busy. Black and Mutt had both been a welcome new change as far as your experience in monsters went, the three of you seemed to grow closer by the day - sharing the mutual burdens of your job whenever you had any amount of free time. You and Black formed a good professional relationship, often sharing insights on the progress of monster integration into the world outside, and Mutt - albeit avoidant, seemed to develop an interest in watching you whenever he thought you wouldn't notice. He even sometimes visited you whenever his brother had been busy, coming to your office to slump on your couch and waste away his free time, scrolling through his phone and trying not to get caught staring at you while you filed away paperwork.

It was on a particularly early morning that you had arrived at your office, still dazed from your lack of sleep when a new case appeared at your desk. You rarely did personal requests, but this one you could hardly refuse as it had come from one of the joint rulers of the Underground.

Queen Toriel summoned you, and you listened as she told you her concerns about a particular percentage of her population having an especially difficult time with the integration process. You picked up on the finer details of her request - unspoken words to her plea.

You were aware of the spatial anomaly that had caused the particular brand of chaos that was currently plaguing Monsterkind, a rift that had caused a collision of alternates and pulled them all here. It was a guarded secret among the higher ranking officials, the details shared only to those who were known to be trusted - or to those who were smart enough to see beyond the fragile lie. You were both you supposed, the Archmage themselves requested your insight into the matter, and you offered to consult wherever you could. It didn't surprise you that the Queen turned to you for assistance - involved as you were in the matter.

You agreed to her request, you could hardly refuse considering the high brand on the paperwork, the signature of the Archmage looped in finer print at the corner of the page. You left promptly, assigning a trusted associate of yours to man the office while you were gone, unfortunately the urgency of your task bid no time to waste so you left without notifying the two skeletons that had seemed to be stuck in your orbit as of late, but that was the nature of things when you had such a demanding position.

You were relocated into the depths of the Underground, a rather lavish apartment greeting you in the shadow of the castle of the royal families, but you had little time to waste, the faster you got to work the smoother the integration process would be.

You met with those currently overseeing the progress of the whole thing, a joint department consisting of monsters, humans and mages - social workers, professors, doctors, therapists and volunteers - all with ample experience concerning the more particular quirks that came with joining cultures and assessing risks where there were any. Your status would do you more harm than good here - you realize early on, advised by the royal court to take a more personal approach as you shed down your heavy coats and branded insignias - monsters in the underground were still rather wary of mages, especially ones as infamous as you. You took on the faux position of a well renowned inspector, and set yourself to figuring out what the problem was and how best to solve it.

It was there that you met them, two new yet rather familiar faces that were introduced to you as the spokespersons for the rebuffed population, Twilight and Dusk by name.

Twilight was large, even by monster standards, a lean silhouette that towered over any others in the room with a set of jagged teeth and a weathered look to his eyes. His appearance however, seemed to be rather misleading. He was friendly, overly so, extending his hand to you in his introduction as he shook yours with a controlled precision, his crooked grin lifted, delighted to meet a new face among the many who were already so familiar over his long stay in the program. He was chatty, friendly even, a social butterfly that delighted in telling you about the many state of affairs that flitted about the establishment. There were some quirks however… every now and again he confused words, voiced idioms that you could hardly make sense of - something about frisbees. He had ticks, nervous habits and moments of sudden cautious anxiety that brought concerns to your mind, there were times where he seemed almost manic, a rattling in his bones as he flitted about the room as if trying to burn off excess magic, trying to keep his hands and mind occupied.

Then there was Dusk. Like his brother he was considerably larger than the average monster. He was bulkier, bigger, an imposing presence in the room that set even your nerves on edge. He seemed dangerous, more than any of the other monsters you've come across, something in your mind whispered caution as you introduced yourself. The best word you could use to describe Dusk was heavy, both literally and metaphorically. He dragged his words as if he practically pulled them from the depths of his mind, his movements were slow, weighed almost by some unforeseen force you could not comprehend, and every now and again he lost focus, a single red eyelight dilated and staring promptly into nothing. His mind was both sharp and slow at the same time, he often shared insights that were surprising in their outside perspective, he commented on things that others had passed by in their expertise - drawing attention to underlying issues that had been overlooked due to the fact that nobody had really thought of them as issues before he made comment. He had a finer eye for detail, but at the same time there were moments where he'd lose his train of thought, a byproduct of his severe head wound no doubt, words forgotten on the tip of his tongue - moments like those seemed frustrate him quite badly, his fingers pulled on his one blank eye socket in quiet irritation. On his better days he'd make offhanded puns that were rather dark in theme - cannibalism seemed to be a favorite of his. On his bad days his voice turned cold, words sharp as his grin pulled on his face almost maniacally, he was tense, guarded like a cornered dog ready to bare teeth.

It had taken you some time to get situated in your new environment, you spent your days meeting with the other monsters who shared similar ailments to both Twilight and Dusk, consulting with the people directly responsible for their integration process and finding correlations between things that worked best and those that didn't work at all. A common pattern in all of those monsters became clear days after your assignment, the heightened cases of sudden anxiety and panic attacks. It was odd to you for some reason, it wouldn't be unnatural for this particular batch of alternates to suffer from such things, considering what you knew they had gone through back in their own reality, but something about it seemed odd.

You investigated your suspicions further, repeatedly meeting monsters and doctors alike, questioning them about the intricacies of their ailments, trying to garner light on the plausible cause for the widespread issue. Twilight seemed eager to help you, he often accompanied you in your search for more information, more knowledge, and his assistance proved quite useful - when you questioned him as to why he seemed so willing to assist you, he responded with an abashed admission - a want to help the monsters who were struggling most finally see the light of day, to taste the fresh air of the outside world, they had been stuck underground for too long. He often stayed with you after hours, organizing papers and research as you delved into the mystery with a hyper focused obsessiveness. You found you always became like this, obsessive over things you could not define or explain, it was that part of you that had helped you rise in power as fast as you had, starved for answers, eager to explore and redefine the things unknown to you- it was almost nostalgic in a way.

Twilight had a talent for filling blanks in your knowledge, unfamiliar territory as this was he often offered you more insight in the particularities of monster illnesses and behavioral patterns that you were not privy to. You often asked him for clarifications and added depth to your research and he provided them eagerly - either through his own knowledge or systematically organized interviews and research papers that were color coordinated and alphabetized neatly on your desk. He had a knack for organization that one, but you couldn't help but notice how his expression soured whenever he had to bend to lift a particularly heavy box of files off the floor - he tried to hide it, face turned away and the occasional popping of bones concealed by the clear of his throat, but you noticed. You tentatively questioned him about it one late evening, not wishing to pry more than he was comfortable with. He seemed embarrassed by your attentiveness but didn't deny it, hands clasped and pulling on his long fingers in a nervous habit. He revealed to you that the current brand of healing magic and medicine could do very little for his deteriorated state, the effect was not potent enough or so it seemed. The fact didn't sit right with you, and you decided in your mind that you could multitask.

Your research prolonged, and your frustrations grew as the answer to your questions evaded you. You began to spend more time in your office than in your pristine afforded apartment, head buried in books and rushed consultations between experts in the department. Your obsessiveness seemed to grow, and with it your attention to your health lessened, overtaken by a constant hunger for answers. That hunger seemed to replace your baser instincts however, and one particularly busy day the consequences of your declining attention to your physical state seemed to catch up with you.

You had been on your way to another scheduled meeting with an on site surgeon, carrying a closed file with a hurried pace, you were far too absorbed in your head to notice the shake of your own fingers, or the way the corners of your vision blurred. You were so absorbed in fact, that you didn't even notice the sudden approach of Dusk from the hall across from you. You had ran right into him, nose buried in the plush of his sweater as you had your senses knocked right out of you. The contact didn't even phase him, and he had caught you by the forearm to steady you. You had apologized, noting how it was unlike you to be so distracted in your surroundings. He hadn’t seemed to mind, his large eyelight coming to a soft focus on the point of contact with your arm.

The force of your run in with him had knocked the file you were carrying onto the ground however, and as you leaned down in your hurry to grab it the world around you spun. You lost your bearings, and your vision turned to black as you fainted, vaguely aware of the pull of someone's arms around you.

You had woken up in one of the medical rooms, an IV in your arm and a growing headache in the corner of your mind. Dusk was there too, hunched in an office chair that was far too small for his hulking frame, you would have laughed - if you hadn't felt like shit at the time that is. Your movement seemed to wake him from his zoning out, and he had leveled you with a look that you couldn't readily discern - something of a mix between worry, scrutiny and confusion. The doctor on hand had walked in to check up on you, cautioning you to pay better attention to your health, you had felt like a child, embarrassed with your own state. Dusk had sat silent next to your bed while you were being discharged, and as you stood to leave with an order to go home and get some rest from the doctor, he stood with you.

The skeleton escorted you home, a silent but unmistakable presence at your side and as you were ready to thank him and say your goodbyes at your door, he had asked you when you had last gotten something to eat - you couldn't give him a straight answer.

He had pushed his way inside your temporary home then, and you questioned him in your confusion as he opened your fridge to find it mostly empty, he clicked his tongue, a low growling hum from the pit of his ribs as he pushed you down on your couch with a stern order to ‘wait here’

He blinked out of existence then, returning after a while with a greasy bag of food and he urged you to eat, pushing the bag in your lap despite your urge of protests. You complied, silently eating under the watchful eye of his softly dilated gaze.

From then on Dusk began to visit your office on a regular basis, bringing both you and Twilight regular meals and spending his time lounging in one of the bigger chairs available at the time, idly flipping through books. His presence seemed to anchor you, and often he knocked you out of your hyper focused state with a random pun or an offhand comment about the weather. It worked, your urgency had stilled to a healthy normal, mind clearer as both brothers had now taken to paying a keen interest in your physical condition. You still remembered the frantic lecture Twilight had given you after your little trip to the emergency room. He had begun to limit your time in the office after that, setting a healthy time table with a balanced schedule for both rest and work.

The growing connection between the three of you was plain as day, and as days passed you began to find the answers you were so desperately looking for. It was a regular day in the office when you finally solved the mystery - a calm afternoon spent in a comfortable conversation with the brothers over a cup of tea and some snacks Twilight had graciously shared. You had been brainstorming with the brothers, shooting off your theories for plausible causes when Dusk piped in with something that caught your attention.

You almost dropped the cup of tea you had been idly cradling in your hand. Jumping up to your feet in a newly discovered frenzy, you rifled through a box of files that had been offhandedly pushed to the side, and as you flipped through a particular heavy file about dietary needs it was then that it hit you, something so simple and so overlooked - of course Dusk would have been the one to point it out. Your grin was almost manic in its excitement as the puzzle pieces finally clicked into place, and you turned to the brothers that had gathered behind you in their confusion. You pulled each of them down by their faces, placing a loud smack of your lips on both of their foreheads and watched their faces glow warm as you called them both a genius. You rushed out of the office, missing exchanged looks of embarrassment - eager to share and confirm your discovery.

It was simple really, so easy to miss in all the confusion of the spatial rift and the ongoing process of integration. It was the food that was making the monsters so sick and riddled with anxiety. Coming from a reality here there had been a significant shortage of food - the first response of the healthier populace had been to feed them, feed them as much as they wanted to eat, it was natural really. Except monster food - magical in nature had high levels of energy, too high for a population of monsters that had been previously so deprived of sustenance. It made their magic run rampant, fluctuate in its intensity with high highs and even lower lows. It was the same in humans, eating too much after starving made the patient sick and would effectively do more harm than good. The answer was right there all along, and you cursed yourself at not seeing it sooner.

Things moved quickly after that, you wasted no time to form a plan of order for a change in provisions, something less straining, human food imbued with magical properties was the natural choice. It would take time for the monster's conditions to stabilize, but after a few days on the new program you began seeing positive results. You had reported your success to the royal family and Toriel had once again summoned you for a showing of your solution. If things went as predicted, the rebuffed population would soon show results of steady improvement, they would finally be prime and ready for the further relocation process.

The queen had thanked you for your service and had shown you a rather unexpected act of kindness in doing so, inviting you over to her rooms for a private tea party where you both conversed not like high mage and ruler, but as two troubled souls with the weight of the world on each of your shoulders. It was pleasant, if not a bit awkward on your part, but Toriel seemed to have a knack for making someone feel welcome.

It was a couple of days before your departure that you had invited the skeleton brothers to your apartment for a celebration dinner, you had surprised them with a meal of your own making. Expertly following the guide of their new diet you had imbued it with your own magic, the fact seemed to fluster the brothers for some reason, but they were unwilling to comment as to the reason why.

The evening trailed off in shared conversation, and as the hour grew late, the mood slightly sombered, it seemed like both Twilight and Dusk had something they had been meaning to confess for a while now, but it had never seemed like the right time. You had a feeling you knew what it was about - they weren't aware of just how much you knew about their past -you had been pretending to be a high ranking inspector after all, a secret as big as alternate realities wouldn't be handed off to someone as low down the hierarchy as that.

It was then that they opened up to you, a cautious whispered admission of their past sins, sins bred out of desperation and grief. In a moment of your own vulnerability you told them you knew, you knew and understood. You reassured them that it didn't change your opinion of them, you shared gentle words of encouragement, soft admissions of your own grief filled memories.

You would not judge them for their past, because you saw in them a desperate wish for a better life, a fragile hope that they could learn to become monsters capable of loving themselves.

Perhaps it was wrong, out of all the people in the world it was you who were the greatest threat to their continued existence. You realized you held their fragile future in your scarred hands, and decided to trust in the goodness in their souls.

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treeteaofversailles · 12 days ago

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Should've Been Me Pt. 1

MDNI! This is my original work. Please do not post to another site or to AI. Thank you and happy reading!

Summary: All in Zayne's POV. He was friends-with-benefits with you, MC's twin, before things ended badly. Two years later, Zayne returns as your roommate.

Tags/TW: Implied smut, angst no comfort, miscommunication (no communication), swearing. Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns used, but mostly "you"). Non-MC Reader.

Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3oUMoiClWMVZu1VXU88Kbb?si=fd029ba8a81d4292

Parts: Pt. 2

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I’m really happy that I met you, Zee. Your words still burned as bright as when they were whispered sleepily against his chest.

“Hello, Zayne.”

That sentiment seemed to change with your cold opening.

Zayne’s eyes widened, and his throat suddenly went dry.

It was you.

You were dressed in a plain t-shirt and a pair of black shorts that revealed your long legs. Two thin silver hoops were sitting on your bottom lip, which made it look like you had snake fangs.

He didn’t remember you having them. He would have recalled feeling them against his lips each time he kissed you.

Did you always have those?

He opened his mouth to answer but was quickly interrupted.

“Hey, Zayne,” he heard behind you. Zayne looked past you and saw Greyson. Greyson beamed at him and put a hand on your shoulder, “Glad you finally got here! We were getting nervous that you got lost!”

Zayne couldn’t say anything but watched as you crossed your arms over your chest and reached up to fidget with your piercing.

“No, I didn’t. But, I’m here now.” He answered as smoothly as he could.

“Well, come in!” Greyson said and stepped to the side. His hand moved to your waist, and Zayne suddenly wanted to leave. But he tightened his grip on his box and cleared his throat before he walked inside.

“I didn’t realize you were here too,” Zayne said, stepping into the apartment. The place smelled like sandalwood and you. He never forgot the scent of your perfume. The smell crept under his skin and made him feel hot again.

Greyson laughed softly. “I totally forgot to mention our new roommate!” He beamed and patted your back, letting his arm fall as he held your back. With how low his arm dipped, Zayne knew it was on your lower back. “We were busy trying to move in about a week ago, then we got carried away with moving you in that I didn’t get to tell you until now.”

“Oh,” Zayne nodded, “I see.”

You were still touching your piercings before you let go and spoke. “Yeah. It was a last-minute thing. I didn’t think it’d go through, but Grey somehow got them to let me move in without much fuss.”

“What can I say? I’m charming,” Greyson smiled at you. Your lips subtly quirked in a soft smile.

Zayne’s hand reflexively clenched at Greyson’s nickname and your smile. His skin prickled at the way Greyson was so leisurely touching you when Zayne couldn’t.

“Would you like a tour?” Greyson asked him.

“Yeah sure,” Zayne nodded.

Greyson gestured to the flat. “Well, this is the flat! Kitchens by the door, living room,” he swept his arm around the room, finally letting go of you, much to Zayne’s relief.

“Bedrooms are down that hall,” he pointed to the hall on Zayne’s left. “Two beds. One at each end of the hall. And a bathroom between them,” he walked over to show Zayne.

When Greyson was distracted, Zayne looked at you. You were already looking back at him. You didn’t seem confused or upset. You were just… You were neutral about it.

But he wondered if you were just hiding your true feelings about the matter.

You and he had rules. And he remembered them all. The rules haunted his dreams just as much as you did.

The first rule was to not spend the night any longer than necessary, but to check in later or leave a note to say you were out. The second was not to leave marks behind, no matter how lost in your haze of sex. The third was to never say “I love you”. But the biggest and most important rule was not to fall in love.

And he broke two of them when he thought you had broken that last and most important one.

That night, you wanted him to stay one night just to rest; your kisses felt more sincere than they’d been before, staining his lips a lighter shade than the usual shade you wore. The way you said his name was more heavenly, melting away all of his worries. Melting away the thoughts of your twin.

You never once uttered Caleb’s name. You only said Zayne’s.

You couldn’t stand to go five minutes without reaching for his hand or for him, and he let you hold him, too lost in the haze of his desire and burying his nose in the smell of your perfume.

The very same smell that was permeating this apartment.

You told him you were happy that you had met him, and he let your words linger on his skin before he got cold feet.

As soon as you both were done and you passed out in bed, he was out of there. He didn’t leave a note or a text. He didn’t even call to see if you woke up okay. Zayne cut himself from your life as if he’d never been there because he thought you were beginning to fall in love with him. And falling in love with him was the last thing that he wanted you to do.

If you fell in love with him, it’d all be over sooner or later, and you’d get hurt even worse compared to the hurt you may feel when he leaves you after your hookups.

Because he was in love with your twin. Not you.

So he left with the hopes you’d fall out of it. He left so you could fall in love with another person who would actually want you. Not with him. And not with Caleb, who he thinks pushed you to Zayne in the first place.

But the next morning, when he heard the special ringtone he’d set for you play throughout his house, as he lay alone in his bed, he was instantly slammed with guilt. The silence that fell after only made him sink deeper in his shame.

“And an office here, but that’s her bedroom, so I don’t touch it,” Greyson pointed behind him. His voice drew Zayne from his stewing guilt. Greyson laughed and put his arm on your shoulders again. “Otherwise, she’d bite my head off.”

“And for good reason,” You muttered, elbowing his ribs softly.

“The laundry room is in the back of the building, so you have to circle around the entire place to get to it. It gets busy every Saturday, so if you want the best spot, go for a weekday,” Greyson said.

“I see,” Zayne replied. He shifted his box in his hands.

A phone buzzed loudly in Greyson’s pocket, and he quickly excused himself to answer it. The door to the apartment closed behind him, and you and Zayne were left alone together.

He could hear a clock counting the seconds away from somewhere in the apartment, but he couldn’t pinpoint where.

Zayne shifted his hold on his box. “So…” he began. He’d never had to pause like this when talking, even with a complete stranger. But the problem was that you weren't a complete stranger. He knew you intimately inside and out. His hands were much warmer than he’d ever felt them before.

“How are you?” he asked, trying to keep his tone light.

You watched him carefully before you shrugged. “Fine. Got a promotion at the clinic, so I’m not working the dead man’s shift anymore.”

“Oh,” Zayne remembered you were a resident in pediatrics at Akso before moving to a smaller clinic about two years ago.

Before you moved away from him.

“Congratulations.” He said.

“Thanks,” you replied. “And how are you doing?”

“I’m good,” he realized that sounded pretentious after what he’d done, so he quickly changed his answer. “I mean… work’s good.”

“That’s good,” You nodded.

Then silence took over again. Greyson’s voice was muffled behind the door.

Zayne couldn’t help but wonder if you and Greyson also…

He snapped away from that thought.

That wasn’t fair. The only reason why there wasn’t anything real between Zayne and you was that he was terrified of committing to you. He was terrified of letting his walls down and giving in. Because that meant he’d give up on MC and divert his obsession into you, and his constant need for you would make it impossible to breathe without you.

But for the past two years since his decision to cut you out of his life, Zayne wasn’t sure if he was breathing at all.

“How long have you and Grey been together?” He asked anyway.

You must have been intimate with him if you were able to move in so soon. Zayne applied almost several months ago, and the process still took ages to get done. If you were a last-minute decision and got in before him…

But why should he be sad? Zayne didn’t feel like he had the right to get jealous of Greyson. But he couldn’t help feeling a little bit—

“We’re not.” You replied sharply.

Zayne’s stomach dropped. So it probably was—

“And it’s not what we had either, Zayne.”

He looked at you, and you just stared back with your arms over your chest.

“We’re just friends,” You said firmly. “What you and I did was…” You shrugged and let out a small sigh. “It’s done. It’s over. Doesn’t matter anymore.”

Something in the way you said it made him believe that it still mattered to you. Or maybe he was projecting like the fool he was.

“What matters is you getting unpacked and moved in before the landlord gets on your ass about all your boxes and the moving truck outside,” you said instead.

“Uh… right… Okay.”

When you didn’t say anything else and continued to stare coldly at him, he went to the bedrooms and spotted the empty one.

He put his box down and wrung his hands. Zayne stared at the floor and then sighed. “I’m so fucked.”

“Why are you so fucked?”

Greyson’s voice startled Zayne, making him jump. Greyson just smiled brightly and nodded.

“Come on! Yvonne is inviting us all to dinner and drinks! We should go as soon as you’re done unpacking!”

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formulaaddict14 · 13 days ago

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LITTLE MENACE pt 2!

Lewis Hamilton x Sister Reader ( Y/N )

Charles Leclerc x Reader ( Y/N ) ?

Summary : Lewis Hamiltons little sister keeps posting Nico Rosberg memes and annoying him

Warnings : Brocedes 💔🙁

Author notes : Changed the MC! 🫶

Pt 3 , Pt 1

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myzticbean · 9 months ago

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Smutty dom!Xavier (Sex Pollen Pt. 2)

This is part 2 of my Xavier smut series, On The Job Work Hazards: Sex Pollen Made Me Do It. Find part 1 here. You can read it without part one, but it would make more sense in the context of the story. It's also wild that this ended up being an 11k+ word series🤷‍♀️😎

Quick recap: After a battle with a flower wanderer, you and Xavier unexpectedly get a little frisky, and now you're going to finish what you started. Read on AO3.

Pairing: Shen Xinghui | Xavier / MC (fem! reader) Tags: Dominant!Xavier, fingering (f. receiving), oral sex, ass play (f. receiving), shower sex, consensual rough sex, roleplay (consensual non-consent) -- everyone is an adult, nobody gets hurt 😊

Title: On The Job Work Hazards: Sex Pollen Made Me Do It

I wasn’t quite sure how it happened - I had never been swept away and materialized with Xavier before (I didn’t even think it was possible), but we appeared in his apartment in seconds. I gripped his neck a little tighter, frightened of the subtle power he displayed.

“Xavier…” I questioned, trailing off as I peered up into his face. His eyes were shielded by his bangs, and he wouldn’t meet my gaze. He just slowly released me, letting me slide down his body.

He tapped his watch, and there were beeps and alarms from both of our hunter units as we officially entered the decontamination protocol. In unison, we both took off the watches and set them aside.

“Do you want to shower first?” he asked, voice quiet and restrained.

He didn’t want to meet my eyes, and I felt a little hurt. “I…did you change your mind?” I ask, a little hesitant but not quite sure how to read his body language. Just minutes ago, he seemed so confident and sure of what he - we - wanted.

“No,” he said, startled, his eyes jumping up to meet mine. “I just didn’t want to pressure you in case you decided you…didn’t want…”

I sighed in relief, pulling out my ponytail and letting my hair fall down around my shoulders. I could see the bright yellow pollen still dotting my hair, skin and clothing.

“Xavier, sometimes…” I shook my head lightly. “Look, I’d tell you if I didn’t want to. Haven’t I always been honest with you?”

“Sometimes too honest,” he agreed, nodding slightly. “It can hurt my feelings.”

I bit my lip, trying to stifle a smile. “Shaddup.”

“Like that,” he said.

“If you don’t take your clothes off and join me in the shower, I’ll definitely just go back to my apartment instead,” I replied, starting to unfasten the various buckles and straps on my hunter vest.

His hands immediately got to work, quickly unfastening his buckles and zips, and just as I shimmied out of my vest and undershirt, he was already standing nude in front of me.

I gaped, my eyes drifting down his body in a slow, visual caress. His skin was so pale and smooth (practically hairless except for a few scattered dustings of ultra-light ash brown hair), but a pink flush had started at his cheeks and worked its way down his neck and shoulders.

“You…” I gulped a little, watching his abs ripple as I stared at his body in awe.

“Do you like it?” he asked, watching the expressions race across my face. He placed one palm on his belly before sliding it down, taking hold of his rapidly-hardening cock. I swallowed, a little breathless.

“Yes.” I tried to bite back a moan.

“Please take off your clothes, I want to see you too,” he said, his whispery voice more urgent now with his need. He didn’t step towards me, simply watching as my hands started moving once more. I bent down to slide off my boots and socks, and pushed my pants and underwear down over my hips.

As I stood back upright, he appeared in front of me, the heat radiating off of his skin and warming mine. I could feel goosebumps race over my flesh, and his masculine scent and the soft rustle of his hair twined around my body. I had never wanted someone the way I craved him.

“Touch me,” I half-begged, half-demanded. My nipples hardened in the slightly cool air conditioning.

He reached out, trailing one finger across delicate collar bones before dipping down to trace along the curves of my breast. Using one finger, he scraped gently over one nipple. I inhaled quietly, my head tipping back slightly as he used his fingernail to scratch along the surface again, and then for a third time. My sensitive flesh tingled, red and slightly puffy.

“Your mouth too?” I wanted it to be a command, but it came out pleading instead.

“Hm,” he said, neither a yes or a no, simply shifting a little closer. He knew what I wanted, and where I wanted his mouth, but instead, he barely moved to allow his chest to brush delicately against mine, the heated touch of his skin almost like fire to my sensitive flesh.

His hand drifted away from my nipple, instead sliding down my ribcage and settling at the small of my back. He lowered his head, his soft hair a gentle caress against my cheeks and neck, and he pressed a small kiss to the underside of my chin.

I tried to bite back the whine of dismay, lifting my chin a little higher to encourage him to trail down my neck and shoulders, but he didn’t move. His tongue darted out to take a lick, and then another, the soft, slick muscle a hint of things to come. I pressed my thighs together unconsciously.

“You said you wanted to be fucked…and then loved. Is that right?” Xavier asked, his voice somewhat muffled against me.

“Yes,” I whispered. “That’s what I want.”

“Then I’ll need to get you ready,” he murmured, pressing another gentle kiss to my neck before he stepped back, holding out one hand. “Come with me.”

I eagerly placed my hand in his, letting him tug me into the spacious, cream-colored bathroom. His apartment was a lot nicer than mine, but I didn’t stop to take in all the details, just watching as he flipped on the switch in the shower to warm up the water. He let me go to get a thick towel, and I was a little amazed at the casual confidence in his nudity. But I supposed if I had his body (and other gifts), I’d be pretty confident as well.

“Let me brush my teeth first,” I said, watching his tight little ass clench as he opened a drawer and pulled out a new toothbrush for me. I got to work while he hung up the towel on the hook next to the shower door, and he motioned me inside after testing the temperature. I stepped into the spray, the hot water a welcome jolt after the sudden coolness of the apartment following an energetic battle.

“Xavier,” I murmured, unaware of how affectionately I said his name as he soaped up his hands and started stroking up and down my body. My neck and shoulders, arms, breasts and hips, he left no part of me untouched. He knelt down in front of me, soaping my legs, but his eyes were glued to the curves and folds between them. He toyed with the small patch of soft, dark hair I had trimmed right above my pussy.

“I like this,” he said. “You are…perfect.”

I blushed furiously. “You don’t-” I started to say before he cut me off.

“I’m not being polite, and I’m not lying. You are so beautiful.”

I shivered, the feel of his calloused hands rubbing up and down my legs sending a jolt of pure pleasure through me. He dipped me back into the water to rinse off.

“Let me wash you too,” I said, reaching for the soap.

“Next time, honey,” he promised thickly. He washed and rinsed himself off with record time, thrusting his head under the spray and scrubbing his hair roughly as I moved out the way to give him room.

I laughed as he rushed, the warm steam in the shower adding the hazy, almost surreal experience. I could hardly wrap my head around how we just shifted from partners to lovers in less than an hour.

He suddenly spun around, wrapping his arms around me and tugging me closer to his body, resting me against his chest and my stomach pressed against his eager, straining cock.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he said, staring down intently at my surprised face, his blue eyes so dark they looked almost black.

“So long?” I asked, a little disoriented, but he didn’t answer me, instead lowering his head and pressing his lips against mine. I parted my lips on instinct, awash in sensation as his tongue slicked along my bottom lip and entered my mouth. Our tongues tangled together; he deftly rubbed the roof of my mouth, skimming over my teeth, and even coaxed my tongue to follow his back into his mouth. I returned the favor, the feel of his thin, sweet lips on mine and his breath panting into my mouth as we exchanged fervid kisses.

I could feel him, hot and trembling against my belly, and I undulated against his hardness in an unspoken invitation.

“Turn around and put your hands against the wall,” he commanded, his voice tight and low. “Spread your legs, honey.”

I did as he asked, in no mood to play any games, and I bent forward, resting my palms against the cold tile. My excitement rose when I heard him kneel behind me. He spread the cheeks of my ass, exposing me to his gaze.

I whimpered, clenching a little in nervousness, but he just hushed me with a gentle hum. “That’s it, honey, just like this. I’m going to taste all of you now.”

It was indecent the way his voice caused an almost visceral reaction, my pussy damp and excited.

“You’re so pretty, so pink and wet,” he said huskily, trailing his lips over one cheek and then the other. He suddenly nips me hard, and I can feel a blooming warmth from the bite. I groaned, my head lowered as I shifted back, hips arched and begging for his mouth.

“Please,” I whispered, body aching. The arousal that had begun following our battle came roaring back with a vengeance.

He trailed long, slender fingers up the damp slit of my pussy, his thumb rubbing a slow, meandering circle on my clit before sliding back down once more. The puffy folds were so sensitive, pink and flushed from my excitement, and tingled with every gentle stroke of his fingers.

I moaned, unable to help myself, arching my back and spreading my legs a little farther apart.

“Good girl,” he murmured softly, lips still pressed against the soft curve of my butt as he watched his fingers play in the damp folds, spreading them apart to expose my wet, quivering pussy. He grunted, obviously pleased, as he tugged playfully on one little fold.

“Why are you teasing me?” I grumbled, pressing my forehead against my hands. “I didn’t tease you like this.”

He immediately shifted, nipping a little harder and pulling back to admire the mark. “Alright, honey. I hear you.”

He immediately strengthened his strokes, going from light, playful touches to a more demanding tug. Using two fingers, he pinched my clit, massaging it with his calloused fingers in an undulating motion, tugging at the swollen hood.

I gasped, rocking back before pressing forward into his grip, pressing my clit more firmly against his fingertips. I could feel my body clenching in pleasure, empty and unfilled.

“Xavier, gods, please,” I sighed in pleasure, the edge of a moan in my words.

“That’s it, use my fingers. I’m going to get you nice and wet for me, okay?”

I shivered, pleasure racing down my spine and pooling between my legs. I could feel how damp and sticky my thighs were, the shower spray a distant hum of white noise.

“Yes, yes,” I panted. “Please.”

He let go of my clit, trailing those deft fingers back up my slit, circling the quivering hole and coating his fingers with my wetness. Using one finger, he dipped inside, just barely breaching me before pulling back out. I groaned before gasping when he sunk his finger back inside a little deeper, working me open.

With his other hand, Xavier spread my cheeks, fingering the tight little bud of my ass that I had only ever considered something shameful. My cheeks flamed in embarrassment at the whine of ridiculous pleasure that escaped from me when I felt him circling the little ring.

“Oh, no, I-” I started to say before my words were cut off. He had pressed a finger more tightly against my ass, not breaching me, but the pressure had me clenching even tighter around the finger he was pumping inside of me.

“You like it,” he murmured, as if a little surprised but very pleased. I could tell he was turned on, his voice a little raspy now.

“I’ve never…” I couldn’t finish the sentence as he slipped a second finger inside my pussy, curling and stroking the soft, quivering flesh inside. I breathed heavily, panting, my body bowstring tight. It had been a long time since I’d had a lover, and I was used to my own slim fingers or a vibrator. His fingers were deceptively long, filling me in a way I never could before.

“Yes, oh my gods, yes, feels so good,” I moaned. “Give me another.”

He followed my orders this time without argument, slicking a third finger and easing it inside of me with a slow, steady pump. I felt full now, almost too full, and I loved it. I arched and pressed back, back against his fingers and the hand he used to stroke my ass.

“That’s it, honey, just like that.”

For a moment, I thought I’d come just from his words, but suddenly, I could feel his tongue burrowing next to his fingers, licking around them as he continued to thrust them, slowly but steadily, into my pussy. I could hear tiny gulps, as if he were drinking nectar, a hum of pleasure vibrating his chest as he captured every droplet.

I started shaking, my legs quivering as I could feel the wave of pleasure starting to crest. I wanted to come so bad, but at the same time, stretch it out just a little longer, the feel of his fingers and tongue fucking into my pussy about to drive me over the edge.

“Oh, y-y-yes,” I stuttered, my hips writhing back on his fingers and mouth. I pressed my forehead even harder against my hands braced on the tile. Suddenly, I felt his mouth disappear, and I whimpered in loss, before a sudden exhale shook me as I felt his tongue tracing around the bud between my cheeks.

I gasped, the filthy image of his tongue buried between there immediately raced through my mind, and the slick, deft tongue he used to press against my flesh shot me into orbit. I climaxed so hard I saw stars, my body gushing and clenching around his fingers and tongue. I cried out, sobbing and rocking back onto his hands. I could feel the fluid racing down my legs as each throb of my orgasm rocketed through my body.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I wailed, his mouth furiously licking and sucking as his fingers thrust into my harder and faster, chasing and extending my orgasm.

“X-X-Xav-Xavier,” I stammered, my tongue heavy and tired as I finally started to come down and he pulled away, my legs trembling and almost giving out. He caught me in strong arms, holding me tightly against him, my back pressed to his chest. I could feel his dick throbbing where it nestled between my buttcheeks.

“You did so good, honey. That’s it, just breathe,” he said softly, burying his face in my neck as I tried to steady my breath.

“That…that was…amazing,” I said, still somewhat breathless, but I stretched in pleasure, lifting my hands to drape over his neck as he stood behind me.

“We’ve only just begun,” he replied, somewhat cheekily I noticed with a lifted eyebrow, but he sounded so happy that I let it slide.

“Let’s finish up here, I want you in my bed,” he murmured as he lifted his head. We stood there for a few moments longer just cuddling closer.

I stepped back into the spray, hastily washing away some of the slick between my thighs, my body still a little shivery with aftershocks. He watched me, soaping up his hands and sticking them in the spray around me, rubbing over my tummy as the water sluiced down our bodies.

He stepped back, reaching outside the glass door to grab our towels as I turned off the spray, and we dried off in comfortable silence. I giggled a little as I bent over, towel drying the damp strands of my hair and swiping down my legs.

“Why are you laughing?” he asked, his voice questioning.

“I just thought it was a little funny that this morning, I woke up with no idea that we’d be…uh…together like this,” I said, smiling as I flipped back my hair and wrapped the damp down around my body. He hadn’t bothered, just hanging the towel back up and stepping out of the shower nude.

He walked casually to the sink, swishing a little mouthwash as he stared at me in the mirror. After he had finished, he lifted his head to watch me drape my towel on the hook next to his and saunter out into the bedroom. I caught a glimpse of something soft, but shuttered, in his eyes. I wondered what he was thinking about…but it wasn’t the right time to ask, not when we both had something else on our minds.

I collapsed on his unmade bed, sprawling on the sky blue bed sheets and his fluffy white comforter bunched up under my hips. When I flipped onto my belly, I could smell the scent of him in the pillows and sheets, sweet and sugary (telling on his probable affinity for eating candy in the bed), and his warm, inviting scent.

He paused when he walked into the room, a clean towel in his hands that he threw over the footrest at the end of the bed as he watched me wallowing in his sheets. I wanted to leave a mark of my own scent behind, I thought, so that after I left, he would be reminded of me perhaps.

He crawled onto the bed, kneeling beside me, and ran his hands up the back of my thighs and over my butt, his fingers digging in a little as he traced them up to my shoulders. I wiggled a little, sighing as he trailed over my ribs and spine, and laughed at the ticklish sensation. He laid down beside me, moving the hair off my neck and giving me a gentle kiss, his chest pressed against my arm and back as he hovered over me.

“Xavier,” I murmured quietly, turning my head towards him as he propped himself up on one arm. The other hand smoothed up and down my back, hands warm against my skin.

“Yes?” he asked, watching his fingers as they tickled along my hips.

“It feels good,” I answered, stretching a little into the caress.

He hummed a little, thoughtful and quiet as he touched every part of me that he could reach. I flipped over, watching his hand trail along my skin as I moved, and it settled just under the dip of my belly button.

“What do you want me to do to you?” he asks in a low, rumbling tone - quite a departure from his usual whisper-soft voice. I liked the difference, knowing that I was hearing it because he was turned on and just as attracted to me as I was to him.

“Hmm,” I said thoughtfully, reaching up to rub his cheek, swiping a finger over his parted lips. He captured my finger between his teeth in a gentle bite before letting me go. “I want your mouth, your teeth and tongue and fingers, and I want your cock pounding into me while I come. I want my legs over your shoulders, I want you to fuck me from behind, I want to be on top of you and ride you until you think you might die.”

I smiled naughtily. “I guess I’m saying, I want it all.”

“That’s a long list for tonight, but I’ll see what I can do,” he answered casually. I gulped.

“It doesn’t have to be all at once,” I muttered. I draped my arms over his neck, tugging him closer.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

“Haven’t we already kissed?” I questioned back, smiling.

He just watched me, hovering above me propped on one arm, the other tracing over one nipple before pinching it.

“Yes,” I hissed, lifting my head in a silent beg for his mouth.

He smiled, a small one but there in the soft corners of his lips, and lowered his mouth to mine. Before today, we had never been this close, this intimate, but we were rapidly learning each other's likes and dislikes. I liked it when he nipped at my bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue, his mouth neither too wet nor too dry against mine. He liked it when I sucked at his top lip, licking along the seam of his mouth before my tongue dipped inside.

I breathed out a happy sigh when he pulled away, his nose nuzzling along mine as we breathed together. I combed my fingers through his damp hair, brushing the bangs back so I could see his face.

“I know a little about what you like,” he starts, his voice quiet and restrained. “What do you not like?”

I wasn’t really sure how to answer. How could I admit how generally normal my sex life had been? A few short-lived relationships when I was at the university, and one or two dates after I joined the hunter’s association didn’t make for an exactly thrilling love life.

Maybe he could see the conflict, or confusion, in my expression, because he gave me another quick, deep kiss before pulling away again. “How about this? Are you okay if I play a little rough?”

“How rough are we talking about? I don’t want any blood,” I said, staring up at him.

“I won’t hurt you like that,” he soothed, brushing a hand over my face, and tugging gently on a lock of dark hair. “Did you like what I did before? Bites and…” he paused, pinching my nipple again, but a little harder this time.

I gasped, nodded, and said “yes” on a long exhale. My nipple felt a little sore, but the pleasurable tingles overrode any discomfort. He leaned over, sucking the abused nipple into his mouth, pulling strongly at it. I grabbed his head, cradling him against my breast, and jerked when I felt his teeth clamp lightly over the tip. The grip got steadily harder, though, and I could feel a flash of pain and pleasure clouding my mind. I jerked, shudders wracking my body. He tugged at it once more before pulling away with a soft little pop as he let me go.

It was flushed red by his mouth, and I shivered, the damp skin prickling as he puffed a warm little breath over my breast.

“It seems you like a little pain with your pleasure?” he asked, but I could tell he already knew.

I nodded. “Not…not a lot,” I said, a blush on my cheeks. “But I like how you make me feel.”

“I’ll check in with you, okay? If you feel like it’s too much, I want you to say something. Green means you’re good, yellow means we need to take it slow, and red means no more. Got it?”

I nod. “Got it.” He was much more experienced with this than I was, I noticed. I tugged him down, brushing my lips over his. “What about you? What do you like?”

He smiled, catching his bottom lip between his teeth before he let go. “Hmm, that’s a conversation for another day. This is all about you, honey.”

I pouted, my lips pursing. I didn’t like that answer, but he swept me into another deep, searing kiss before I could argue. I slumped back to the bed once he released me, panting.

He lowered his head, nipping along my neck to the meat of my shoulder, using his teeth in a slightly harder bite. I grunted, writhing and feeling trapped by his teeth but incredibly excited. I’d never had another lover bite me like this - sure, a few love nips, but this was an actual bite. I could feel the imprint of teeth when I rubbed a hand over it, my mind a little hazy at the tender sensation.

“What color, honey?”

“Green,” I said, digging my head into the pillows and arching my neck in blatant invitation.

“Good girl,” he murmured, resuming his exploration. He slipped down my body, his mouth licking and sucking along the curves of my breasts before baring his teeth and biting down once more. A little harder this time, and as he released the clamp of his teeth, he sucked the flesh tightly into his mouth, his tongue licking along the trapped flesh. He was leaving a mark this time, an angry red bordering on purple.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, the release of his mouth sending tingles shooting through my body, endorphins rushing to fill the space where pain had once been. He chuckled darkly, his face pressed between my breasts as he reverently kissed each mound.

“That’s it, I want to hear you even more.”

He went on, his hands and lips skimming over my body. I felt like there was no inch left unmapped, and I was panting by the time he finally knelt between my legs. He lifted one of my legs, propping it on his shoulder and rubbed his hands firmly from my ankle to my knee. He turned his head, biting the meat of my calf, but not enough to leave a mark.

“I’m going to use my fingers until you’re nice and ready for me, honey, and then I’m going to put your legs over my shoulders and fuck you deep into this mattress.”

I watched as his eyes locked on my pussy, now exposed with one leg thrown over his shoulder. I bent the other knee, digging my heel into the mattress and opening myself up to his gaze. I gripped the sheets since I couldn’t reach him, my body already aching and ready.

“Please,” I shamelessly begged. “Hurry.”

He tutted, a small sound, but I could see the smile in his eyes. “I don’t want to rush,” he said softly, his eyes lowering as he surveyed my body under his. “I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

He reached down, gripping his cock with one hand as he knelt between my legs, his long, slim fingers wrapping around it. He stroked it, almost casually, as he watched me undulate with barely suppressed need.

“Xavier, you’re teasing me,” I pouted, my eyes glued on his hands. I swallowed hard, remembering the taste and feel of him in my mouth. His eyes were dark as he watched me, and I could tell he was practically reading my mind.

“Next time, I want you on my face while you suck my cock,” he sounded a little pained, watching as I licked my lips.

I nodded fervently, fists clenching in the sheets. “Please,” I begged again, trying to spread my legs even wider.

He didn’t tease me anymore, releasing his cock to grab my thigh as the other hand stroked up and down my damp slit. His thumb pressed against my clit, circling, while his fingers slowly dipped into my pussy. I was still wet from the play in the shower, no resistance against his entrance, so he easily added a second finger. He stretched me gently, curling his fingers and stroking that soft, spongy spot that had me groaning in pleasure.

His fingers curled and pressed forward, before he paused and went still, the pressure high and tight. I tried to wriggle my hips, arching and squirming. “Xav,” I whined, “keep moving.”

Instead, he lifted his second hand, two fingers clamping on my clit again, and between the pressure on my clit and in my pussy, I could feel myself rapidly building towards another climax even without extra stimulation. I moaned, thighs quivering. “I’m close,” I panted.

He massaged his fingers before releasing the pressure on my clit, and I could feel the blood rushing back into the tender area. He added one more finger, three buried deep as he curled and stretched me a little more before he finally lined himself up between my legs.

“You ready, honey?” he asked, voice tight and sultry, his pupils blown wide as he looked down at me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, canting my hips up. I could feel the stretch in my hamstrings and thighs as he pulled my second leg over his other shoulder, my butt cradled between his thighs as he centered himself. He tilted forward, curling over me, and eased himself into my body in pulses. Pushing forward, withdrawing, over and over as he opened me up to fit his cock. I instinctively tightened as he bottomed out, wanting him to stay inside deeper, longer, filling me up.

He grunted, hips pulsing forward in a slow, methodical roll. I could feel him pressing against me, full and deep, and it was almost painful how good it felt. I threw my head back, gasping his name.

“Give me your color, baby,” he ordered, “because I’m going to start now.”

“Green,” I promptly replied, thighs clenching in excitement.

Without holding back, he spread his knees wider for better traction, one arm wrapped across my legs and the other braced beside me as he leaned over, and I felt him pull back and thrust in, hard and deep and fuck, it hurt so good, I cried out.

He picked up an almost brutal pace immediately, his cock rubbing against the sensitive walls of my pussy with the angle. All I could feel were short, sharp thrusts before he pumped into me so deep I could feel him against my cervix. Each movement sparked a rough drag against my clit, sending a shockwave through my belly.

I couldn’t even speak, my throat tight as I panted for breath. He kept thrusting, but it wasn’t mindless, it was with precision on just how deep he knew I could take it. And that faint edge of pain dissipated when he suddenly shifted, the edges of his cock now rubbing against that perfect spot inside of me with each thrust.

I went nova. I clenched my pussy, tight like a vise around his cock, demanding more. My fingers were digging into the mattress, and I could hear the faint tearing sound of the sheets. Tears leaked from my eyes as I was rapidly overwhelmed by pleasure, his cock pumping into me at a steady pace as soon as he realized he had gotten the perfect angle.

“Y-y-y-yes,” I tried to say, teeth chattering. All I could see were his shoulders arched above me, blocking out the light as he fucked me into the mattress, just as he promised. I was locked down tight, unable to get any leverage to push back against his thrusts.

I was almost insensible. “Harder, fuck me, yes, fuck, harder,” I tried to demand, but I don’t know if he could even understand me. He didn’t change his tempo, though, no matter how much I wanted him to go even deeper, his cock spearing into me over and over again.

I reached up with one hand, scrambling for purchase at his shoulder, and he curled over, my body rolled up even tighter, legs trapped as he fucked me now even deeper than before. Every thrust was winding me up even tighter.

I dug my nails in, scratching at him in my mindless pleasure. Warmth coiled between my legs, trembling from the stretch, and suddenly, I clamped down. Spasms and waves of pleasure burst forth, and I could hear the sound of his cock fucking into my clenching, wet pussy.

I cried out, tears streaming from my eyes, mouth open as I panted and gasped for breath, my entire body shivering with white hot flashes of heat and electricity from one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. He held me firmly, and I was unable to move away even as I began to grow more sensitive, but my climax kept cresting over and over again, unending, as he continued to thrust into my flexing pussy. My clit was overstimulated and sensitive, red and flushed as it dragged along his cock. His eyes were locked on me, tracing over my face and body obsessively.

I tried to writhe from the pleasure, but I couldn’t move, and excitement continued to flood me as I realized he had me exactly how he wanted me. There was nothing I could do. I sobbed, pleasure hazing my thoughts, and I felt like I was going to pass out.

“Color,” Xavier demanded harshly, sweat peppering his hairline and glistening on his chest and shoulders as he maintained his rhythm.

“Y-yellow?” I say somewhat questioningly. I was having a hard time catching my breath, and I knew as I came down from my orgasm I was going to be very sensitive, but I didn’t want to stop.

He hummed, slowing down though still pulsing inside of me, more gently now. “Let’s try this,” he says, and carefully pulls out. He lets my legs fall free and helps me flip over to my belly.

“On your knees, honey,” he coaxes. “That’s it, good girl. Rest your head on the bed, but lift your hips. There we go.”

The praise is…honestly, it was really doing it for me. I blushed and hid my face in the ragged sheets as I got into the new position, lifting my hips and arching my back. I turned my head a little, glancing over my shoulder.

Xavier was flushed, face and chest pink, damp from exertion and control. He was mind bogglingly gorgeous, the ropey muscles of his arms tight as he gripped my hips and abs clenched as he braced himself behind me.

I can feel the traces of my orgasm dripping down my thighs, damp and flushed as I move my legs further apart to let him slide more closely behind me. He stroked one hand over the curve of my butt before he drew back his hand and swatted me. I was more surprised than hurt, the slight sting of his palm print vividly red against the pale skin of my butt.

I gasped, rocking forward.

“Color, baby,” he reminded me.

“Green, very green,” I said, voice muffled in the sheets as I clench my hands.

He slapped my butt again, not any harder, but this time on the other cheek for a matching handprint. I bit down on my hand to smother my desperate whines. He didn’t go any further, just lined himself up and slowly sunk back into me, my pussy clenching around him as if to suck him in further.

He slipped a hand around my waist, his fingers dropping to rest over my clit. Not a lot of pressure, just a teasing stroke as he began to pick up his pace. He held on to my hip with his other hand, controlling our rhythm.

I groaned, my face turned to the side as I tried to breath through the sensitivity. I hardly ever went through the effort of multiple orgasms when it was just by myself, and I felt a little rusty. I bit my lip in stifled amusement at the thought, though I caught him tilting his head as he watched me, the slap of our flesh getting a little louder.

“So good,” I whispered, allowing myself to sync into the feeling of his body against mine, the heat of his skin, the thickness of his cock slipping deeper into my body. I shivered, a little tired and sore, but the ache seemed to heighten the slow deluge of pleasure.

“One more time, honey,” Xavier murmured gently behind me, his hips smoothly rolling forward, sinking into me. I was so wet, the slick glide of our bodies audible in the otherwise quiet bedroom.

“I-I can’t,” I said, tear tracks still damp on my cheeks. Almost as if mesmerized, he stretched out on top of me, leaning down to press along my back, licking tenderly at the tears of pleasure still dripping down my face.

He braced himself over my back, his hips still pumping, and I could feel the soft skin of his testicles brushing my ass each time he bottomed out. He was sticky with my orgasm, the scent of my body and my pleasure filling the room. He inhaled deeply, eyes like midnight, pupils blown in pleasure. He tweaked one of my nipples playfully, before pinching it harder a second time.

“You can, I know you can,” he answered, his voice whispery soft and seductive.

“No,” I whimpered. “I really can’t.” But I clenched around his cock, wet and needy and sore. I needed more. As if uncontrollably, he fucked me harder, deeper, groaning as I caught him off guard.

I realized what had set him off, and I hid my grin as I turned my face briefly away from him. I gave a faint struggle, whispering a soft “green”, before I raised my voice.

“No, Xavier, please, I’m too sore. I can’t,” I cried, letting out a little sob as tears welled in my eyes a little more. I could feel the sheets under my cheek growing damp. I struggled as if to try to pull away from him, twisting and reaching forward towards the headboard with one hand.

He growled, a flush spreading down his chest as I felt him get impossibly harder inside of me. Gods. I’d never done anything like this before, but I was so turned on, I could feel my thighs stained with my slick.

“No, don’t,” I said, struggling a little harder, my hands scrabbling for purchase against the mattress. He gripped my hips so hard, I knew I’d probably have bruises in the shape of his fingertips, and fuck, it was so deliciously bad. He stretched out on top of me, pressing me deeper into the mattress now, gripping my wrists in one hand.

“Take it, baby, I know you can handle it.” He nipped my earlobe hard before sucking it into his mouth, laving his tongue around the shell of my ear. He had me pinned down, splayed underneath him, and finally let go.

He fucked me hard, losing any gentleness he had remaining. I cried out, my body quivering from the bombardment, sensitive and on fire. He angled so deep I could feel him tight and hard, and I was stuffed full.

“Ah, ah, ah-” I panted with each thrust, my voice muffled as I pressed the side of my face into the mattress. He wrapped one arm under my waist, holding me tightly against him as he abruptly lifted one knee, my leg hooked around his, changing the angle until…

I sparked, spasming around his cock, squealing as I felt a release of fluid. I screamed into the mattress with my orgasm, tears gushing from my eyes as I cried out over and over. I could feel the warmth between our bodies as I squirted in pleasure, and a groan rumbled through his chest when he felt it.

I felt him lose his rhythm just as I started coming down, becoming more jerky until he pulled away, fisting his cock a few more pumps to jet his release on my back. I sighed with a small ‘ah’ as I felt the heat of his come in stripes along my skin. He moaned, head lolling to watch with narrowed eyes filled with pleasure as he aimed the last of his release on one of the handprints on my ass.

I sprawled bonelessly on the bed, dazed, while he slumped next to me, both of us panting. I shivered, the last vestiges of my multiple - incredible - orgasms rocketing through my body before I finally started to settle. He breathed deeply, his cock slowly softening against his belly as we lay in complete disarray on his bed.

“Wow,” I murmured, voice husky and strained after screaming through multiple climaxes.

He nodded before turning his head to look at me, one hand reaching for mine where it rested limply on the bed. He lifted my hand, brushing a tender kiss along the knuckles.

“You are so beautiful,” he answered, his voice also raspy with a post-orgasmic glow.

I blushed, a silly response considering this man had already licked my ass, fingered me to orgasm and then blew my literal mind with the best sex I had ever had, but his sweetness never failed to catch me off guard.

“You are too,” I said shyly, half burying my face into the bed and grinning as I watched his face, now relaxed, curve briefly with a small smile. He kissed my hand again before he groaned a little, rolling off the bed to his feet.

I chuckled, not daring to move with all of the fluid still dotting my back. “You sound like an old man,” I said, missing the look he darted my way. He stretched, rotating his shoulders as he stood unconcernedly nude, both of our fluids smeared across his belly. He reached for the towel at the end of the bed and wiped my back gently to remove the traces of his come, before he casually swiped it over his cock.

“If you have the energy, we can wash up,” he said calmly.

“And then a nap?” I asked hopefully.

“And then definitely a nap.”

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npuppet · 4 months ago

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Twin

Love and Deepspace fic

Pt 1 | Pt 2

Word Count: 6.2k

Pairing: Dawnbreaker x reader x Zayne… kinda

Content Warning: reader is MC, reader is not in a relationship with any of the LI’s though it’s implied she’s interacted with them, mentions of Xavier, lots of world building (it doesn’t pick up till the end I’m sorry lol), minor depictions of violence/combat, I make up some world building things (like how the resonance evol works, etc), I don’t know how to write medical scenes (:

A/N: this is my first fic and I don’t know what I’m doing, this is just really self indulgent. There’s going to be a part two where things really pick up. This is also lightly proofread lol

Summary: His world fell apart faster than he could try and save it. Wanderers and Abominations filled the streets, screams echoing off the empty concrete walls.

Standing alone in the middle of the main road, all hope slipped through his fingers. One shove from something sent he careening into a Protofield, the last glimpses of his city engulfed in flames burned into his eyes.

What if Dawnbreaker arrived in our Linkon through a time warped Protofield after his world fell apart?

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You weren’t expecting to get a life changing mission today. Not that anyone really expects that. No, you in fact would’ve much rather gone home and enjoyed some R&R as it was the final work day before your vacation. You already had plans lined up with Tara and other friends from the Association to go out and enjoy the night. You needed to get rid of the knots in your shoulders and back from slouching all day. Headaches were now common, probably from dehydration and lack of sleep. Soul sucking, all of it.

A huff left your lips as you stood in front of the elevator, impatiently waiting for your freedom from work. That is until Jenna came running out of her office and straight to you, calling your name in urgency. It was definitely out of character for the usually put together Captain.

There was an emergency that had just reached the Hunters Association and in turn UNICORNS. A massive Protofield had manifested close to a No-Hunt Zone, but was still close enough to the outskirts of the city to cause alarm. It was all hands on deck, including those going on vacation unfortunately.

Jenna told you some more details before moving back to her office to direct Hunter traffic and send out reports. The elevator dinged and as you walked inside, you already started rerouting your attention back to work brain, thinking of what needed to be done. Your watch dinged a couple of times buzzing with recent field reports from the first response Hunters.

It was a nightmare out there. Wanderers of all classes were pouring out of the Protofield and it was already looking a multi-day operation ahead. Another sigh made you tilt your head back in annoyance. You knew this was important but it didn’t soften the blow of the thought of your vacation days being used up for this.

Several pings were being sent to request reinforcements, just serving to spur your legs to run faster as you made your way to your bike in the Hunter Association’s garage.

Speeding down the road, there were other Hunters on their bikes en route to the disaster too. Traffic was temporarily rerouted as it was a city wide emergency, allowing Hunters and emergency personnel to quickly get where they needed to go. Sirens somewhere off in the distance were drowned in the sound of wind whipping past your face, pressing against the helmet on your head.

It was a warm night, lights of the city streaking past, blurring into a beautiful watercolor mess.

You could already feel the adrenaline start coursing through you, the familiar buzz along with the roar of the bike preparing you for the battle to come.

Thoughts were spinning in your head. How did a Protofield of this caliber get so close to the city where Flux Stabilizers were? What were you going to find when you got there? How long is this going to take?

Hopefully Xavier was already on the scene and helping. Being a part of Alpha Team, it was probably going to be you and your team’s responsibility to enter the Protofield and destroy the Protocore Clusters inside, effectively cutting off the Metaflux supply to most of the Wanderers and the Protofield. There had to be Protocore Clusters inside you thought. The severity of the situation could only be because of a buildup of Metaflux that had gone unnoticed.

It took only ten minutes to reach the outskirts of the city thanks to your speeding and the clear roads. Other Hunters arriving with you leapt off their bikes, haphazardly leaving them behind as they took out their weapons and readied their Evols. You whipped off your helmet just as a myriad of Hunter Watches around you chimed. Glancing down at your watch you saw various messages being sent at the same time.

One was that you were approaching a No-Hunt Zone and confirm you had a partner with you. Another was a hastily put together field report from Hunters gathered ahead. Due to the sheer scale of Wanderers coming out of the Protofield, some had begun slipping through the current defenses and arriving Hunters should be prepared immediately.

Sounds of gunshots and metal echoed off the top of the trees that surrounded the No-Hunt Zone, the out of place swirl of white Metaflux peeking out from behind the trees hinting at just how large this Protofield was.

There was no time to dwell on that as the shriek of Wanderers breaching the tree line alerted everyone. The closest Hunters engaged in battle as others started to quickly group up and head into the trees, hoping to reinforce the defenses to prevent Wanderers from reaching the city, you being one of them.

Another chime from your watch made you slow a bit. It was from Xavier, notifying you that indeed, Alpha Team was expected to make their was over to the Protofield in preparation to enter and destroy whatever was in there. It was a bit relieving to know Xavier had already joined the front lines. He was the most capable Hunter you knew so you knew your fellow Hunters were in good hands.

A rumble to your left startled you out of reading the rest, whipping your head to see a Malachite making a beeline for you. It wobbled slightly, something your sharp eyes caught onto immediately. There seemed to be something on its body but you couldn’t make out what it was in the shade of the trees. Whatever, not important right now. Flicking your wrist, you apperated your guns to your hands in a flash and made swift work of the Wander along with another Hunter who slowed down when they noticed you stopped.

The two of you continued running, your breath starting to come out in short breaths from the cardio as you finally reached a clearing where the Protofield loomed ominously, low grade Wanderers still coming out in droves.

Never had you seen Metaflux condensed in such a way in your career of being a Hunter. It lashed out violently every time a Wanderer stepped out of its bright light, seemingly having a mind of its own. Something in your chest twisted, your heart beating not just from running, but from fear. If you and your fellow Hunters couldn’t deal with this, it could bring the DAA and even the Farspace Fleet into this mess.

Don’t think of what-if’s, think of now.

Shouts and shrieks filled your head, flashes of Evol and Metaflux disorienting you before you could take another step.

Out of your peripheral, you see him. Xavier, dealing with a larger Wanderers by himself. His graceful steps outmaneuver the poor beast by a long run. Every swing by the Wanderer was returned threefold, light clashing harshly against the trees. It was mesmerizing the way Xavier was able to move, using his Evol to the fullest extent. One final leap forward, his sword poised right at the Wanderers Protocore and it was over.

Taking a deep breath he took a step back, wiping sweat from his brow before catching you staring from the tree line. His mouth quirked up into a warm smile before motioning you to follow him, making your way through the chaos to rendezvous with the rest of Alpha Team.

It was a hasty plan but better than nothing. Being Alpha Teams strongest duo, you, Xavier and one other Hunter would strong arm your way into the Protofield and do as much reconnaissance as you could before retreating back. From that data, headquarters could determine the best course of action and start sending over energy stabilizers to deploy in the Protofield to reduce the amount of Wanderers being made by the chaotic Metaflux.

It was decided, that is until an ear splitting roar cut through the clearing, practically shaking leaves off of the trees. You had to cover your ears, heartbeat thrumming in your chest at the sound. Every Hunters Watch in the vicinity rang out with a warning of the powerful Wanderers incoming appearance.

One clawed leg, then the other. A horned head poked out, followed by a feral snarl. The Protofield swirled violently, charging the air with hair raising energy. A rush of cool air brushed past your face before the warm air of the summer night swallowed it back up.

Another roar, this one piercing through the clearing like a gunshot, announcing its arrival. It shook its scales before opening its mouth and sending blinding pulses of Metaflux everywhere, forcing Hunters to scramble out of the way or get vaporized. There was something on its scales, something shiny but the ever darkening sky made it hard to see.

Xavier was the first to move towards the Wanderer, you the second. You feet seemed to move before your brain decided it was a good idea or not. Regardless, you had to back up Xavier, no matter what.

He immediately aimed for its chest but the dragon caught on fast. It swung its body around in a circle, using the momentum to whirl its tail like a whip straight at Xavier. Hunters still close enough dived to the ground to avoid getting cut in half, some still getting sent flying back into trees and into the ground. Xavier had to maneuver fast, opting to use his Evol to jump higher.

Stopping a safe distance away from the dragons melee range, you took one deep breath and used your Evol to reach out to Xavier. It felt like wires searching for a connection in vast network of signals. Chaotic but you learned to shift through the meaningless information and focus on who you were targeting, namely Xavier. Once you found him, it was like fresh air filled your lungs as you could feel his calm confidence wash over you, ground you and allowing you to finally focus.

The main power of your Evol traveled through your connection, vibrating with power. Xavier felt his Evol shift in that mind numbing familiar way. It was close to intoxicating how your Evol strengthened him to new heights, his senses sharpening to the point he could hear a pin drop before it even hit the ground.

You felt his Evol envelop you, hugging you close. A sword started to form in your hands, useless at your current position but you didn’t worry about that. As you lifted it in the air, Xavier’s Evols swirled around the both of you, coalescing above the dragon. It shined so brightly that you just closed your eyes and focused on strengthening Xavier as much as you could.

A massive sword, bordering on a claymore, formed right above the dragon, poised at its back. As you plunged your sword into the ground with a vengeance, Xavier followed suit, forcing the light sword to fall like a guillotine blade. The dragon roared as it tried to move fast enough to avoid it but the sword still managed to slice through one of its wings. The Wanderer wailed as Xavier used his own blade to cut even further, not enough to reach its Protocore, but enough to make it focus solely on Xavier.

You were about to follow up and resonate again but the rest of your team called out to you. Since the monster was distracted with Xavier, it was the best time to try and get into the Protofield. Much to your dismay, you knew Xavier would be able to handle it, especially with the dozens of other Hunters to back him up. Regretfully, you stepped away and chose another Hunter to accompany you.

Stepping closer to the Protofield, the other members of your team provided support until your bodies were consumed by the Metaflux of the Protofield and you felt that familiar free fall sensation.

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The first thing that registered is the freezing air that bit at your skin as soon as you opened your eyes. There was no snow on the ground but your breaths came out in white puffs, cold gusts of wind biting at your face. The warmth from the summer left your skin in a matter of moments.

The second was the Knave coming right at you, barreling towards the portal leading to the clearing back in Linkon. You didn’t even have time to summon your guns so you did the next best thing, kick the Wanderer in the chest, sending it a few steps back. With space, you whipped your hand out and shot two Evol bullets into its chest, watching it dissipate into a puff of Metaflux.

The Harriers in your hands felt heavier as you heard nothing but the rumbles and cries of Wanderers echoing off the rock walls inside the Protofield.

You were standing in a ravine looking space, the cliffs above you reaching high above. The only way was forward towards the cacophony of Wanderer sounds. The other two prepped their Evols and weapons before all of you quickly and quietly set off, the cold now sinking into your bones.

You had to deal with more Wanderers than you’d care to admit even if you were trying to be stealthy. The only cover you could sneak around were dusty rock protrusions that littered the gravelly path, leading you further away from the portal.

The violent pulse of Metaflux was no better inside than it had been outside. In fact, it felt worse, making hairs raise on your arm. Your Hunters Watch, now on silent, kept flashing with warnings of severe Metaflux exposure along with personalized notes that your Protocore Syndrome might flare if you stayed too long. You ignored it as you continued forward, shivering as you were not dressed for the freezing temperatures.

It had only been about two minutes before you started to notice something. It was small at first but you found yourself glancing at the ground more, looking at black crystal like spikes jutting out of the ground. They were clear and crystalline, only clouded by the swirl of color which was reminiscent of smoky quartz. In the light of the Protofield, the glittering of the crystals was hard to ignore anymore as they grew in size with each passing step. One of your teammates broke off a sample and packaged it safely for analysis later.

Another thing of note was the sound of Wanderer cries getting louder as you made your way further. Moving faster to hopefully get this over with so you could return to the warm embrace of Linkon, you picked up on the sound of battle. It was faint, only echoing off the top of the tall ravine walls still surrounding you but it was there.

Getting to a crossroads, you quickly checked your watch, the other two fending off a Wanderer that got too close. The paths seemed to all converge in the same spot but with varying distances that would take more or less time.

Since your strength comes from being with a partner with an Evol, your group decides that someone will go the shortest route, you will take the middle, and final path your last companion. It covers the most ground and if the end destination has Wanderers or some threat, the first to arrive would be first to engage, with you and the other Hunter as back up not far behind.

Giving each other quick nods, all of you dove into your respective path, moving smoothly through the freezing air, the sound of Wanderers dying getting closer. As you got closer the Metaflux seemed angrier, half-formed Wanderers appearing all around you before getting sucked back into the chaos.

Unconsciously you moved faster, weaving through rocks and black crystals until you heard it. At first you thought it was your imagination, but the sound kept singing in the air.

The shrill sound of an Evol being thrown around in tandem with the sound of Wanderers dying. Was someone already here before you?! How could they have made it so far alone??

Picking up the pace, something in your stomach sank. You didn’t know why at the time, just that you wanted to get to whoever was fighting to help them.

The cold was getting almost unbearable at this point. Your arms and thighs were starting to get itchy from the wind whipping around you and your fingers were on the verge of frostbite it seemed. If it wasn’t for you running and forcing your body to make more heat, you would’ve shriveled into a ball and succumbed to the cold you thought.

Finally, a clearing broke your train of thought. You quickly ducked behind a rock just big enough to hide your body. The battle unfolding in front of you was a brutal one. You couldn’t see who was fighting yet on account of several dozens of Wanderers blocking your view. They seemed to be coming from above the cliffs, jumping down to join the horde, drawn by an invisible force.

You jumped as a massive spike drove itself out of the ground, impaling several Wanderers before shattering, leaving nothing but glittering shards whipping around in the air. That’s when it hit you.

That was ice.

The spikes littering the ground was ice. Black ice and now that you were noticing it, seemed to blink with a dim light, like a dying pulse. No wonder the sound of the Evol being thrown around sounded familiar.

It was just like Zayne’s.

Yet different, it sounded colder, if that makes sense. It had more bite to it, the sound of the ice cutting through the air like it was made to kill.

The ice was different but a nagging feeling threatened to consume you.

It felt like the time Zayne’s Evol spiraled out of control when you two were kids. You were too young to remember everything, just that Zayne had to see a specialist to help him work through controlling his Evol, and even then he still struggled. You could see it in his face. The memory of those blue towers of ice never quite left your head and now here they were again. This time swirling with black and gray, the light shining off of them harsh against your eyes.

Moving with purpose, you tried to circle around the clearing to get a better idea of what the Wanderers were so insistent on getting. It couldn’t be Zayne. He was back at the hospital, he even messaged you earlier in the day to remind you of your appointment you set up during your vacation.

You were halfway around the clearing when the Wanderers parted in such a way that you caught a brief glimpse of what they were attacking. A figure, their clothes stark black against the dusty ground, black as the ice erupting from the ground, keeping the Wanderers a bay before they swallowed up the space again.

Further and further until you needed to climb up a small ledge to get a better view. As your head peaked out to finally see who it was, you could feel your body go numb.

For the whole time your mind raced to make sense of what was happening, you couldn’t even feel the cold anymore. It would’ve been preferable actually, had you only had to focus on not getting hypothermia.

There, fighting for his life, was Zayne.

Zayne.

There was no mistaking his midnight black hair that stuck to his head from sweat. The way his nose and jaw looked even at a distance. Even the way he fought was similar, if not more precise and honed.

Your arms shot up to propel your body forward to rush over and help already, but your Hunter instincts managed to stop you before you went careening off to your hypothetical death.

This wasn’t right.

You knew that wasn’t Zayne. Your Zayne. The ice, instead of the familiar baby blue you knew was replaced with a lifeless black, shining like a predators eyes looking at prey. Even if that man had his face, under every circumstance, that wasn’t Zayne.

But it hurt. It hurt so much to see the face of your childhood friend twisted in agony as he fought for his life.

Frost threatened to consume his face, the rest of his body covered with dark clothes, his trench coat whipping around from the wind caused by his Evol. His ragged and uneven breaths came out in billows of white air through his clenched teeth. His hands shook uncontrollably as more and more ice poured out from his fingertips, skin red and cracked.

Ice pooled under his feet, locking him in place and keeping him upright.

Help him. Help him. Help him.

Everything around you slowed down, adrenaline and panic making your heart beat out of your chest, your already numb hands getting clammy.

No, that wasn’t your Zayne. It could be a Metaflux hallucination or a trap set by a high ranking Wanderer for all you know.

But it was Zayne, the second most important man in your life.

From lying on your stomach, you were on your feet and jumping from the ledge in seconds. Circling around, Wanderers caught onto your presence quick but you didn’t care. Tunnel vision consumed your sight as you shot off round after round into Wanderers, stealth be damned.

You could no longer see the man that shared Zayne’s face but from the pause in the sound of ice flying in the air, he seemed to have caught onto your presence as well. Sprinting through, not caring if you killed a Wanderer or not when you shot them, you breached the line of Wanderers to where he was standing inhumanly fast.

You didn’t even notice you were trying to resonate with him while reaching out, already aware your sudden appearance distracted him, allowing Wanderers to get too close. One Knave managed to strike his arm while he wasn’t looking, blood spurting from the wound, causing him to recoil.

As three other Wanderers prepared to strike him, your hand barely brushed against his hand causing your Evol to explode around the two of you.

Your connection with the man felt so familiar, like you were just resonating with Zayne. It was effortless almost, your Evols power pouring into the man like he was grappling for more power.

But unlike how you resonate with Zayne or even Xavier, a frigid cold suddenly coiled in your chest, making you gasp in pain. It pulsed in your heart painfully tearing its way through your body, like frostbite on your internal organs. You doubled over into the man’s chest though you didn’t even register it, only seeing a white blur in your vision.

A beat passed and the pain subsided somewhat as you stopped resonating.

Silence filled the space, save a subtle whine of ice on the cusp of cracking.

You were on the ground, trembling hands holding onto you tight. Taking shaky breathes, you opened your eyes when you didn’t realize you closed them.

In front of you was him, Zayne. Your eyes drank in his presence and you spaced out for a moment. The hands that held you bit into your skin from how cold they were but you didn’t care. Slowly looking up you met his eyes.

His face was contorted into a tired and somewhat desperate frown, eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinting down at you, dark circles encapsulating his gorgeous hazel-jade irises.

His eyes told a chaotic story. One full of pain, confusion, fear, and… relief? Wonder? His breath was still shaky but he seemed to be more alert, attentive to you.

“It’s…you.” His voice was gravelly and hoarse. The words didn’t even register in your mind.

Finally seeing him up close, you could start to see things more clearly. His expressions were more open and honest as you could practically see the inner turmoil boil over in his face. Wrinkles littered his face like he spent everyday scowling and his hair was longer and more disheveled than your Zayne’s.

But it was still him.

It was making you sick how this man could bring such warm comfort and gut wrenching confusion at the same time.

The call of your name broke you out of your trance. It was your teammates, desperately calling out for you. It was only then when you tear your eyes away that you gawked at the sight before you.

Impossibly tall ice spikes reached towards the Protofield sky, twisting like vines into one another, shimmering with life and energy. Multiple towers of icy walls enclosed the two of you, no Wanderers in sight. Your mouth was left agape, the display of power evident in the wake of your resonance.

You quickly called out to your fellow Hunters, your own voice hoarse from the amount of power you expended to the man across from you. As you tried to stand, Zayne mirrored your moves, keeping you steady as you both stood.

With the wave of his hands, he dispelled the icy walls with ease, a million pieces of ice brushing past you. The two Hunters stood in shock as you came into view again, standing next to a stranger in the clearing. They ran over to you in alarm, uneasy at the sight of the man holding you.

After assuring them that you were fine and the other Zayne wasn’t a threat, all four of you turned your heads to the sound of a vicious roar that echoed off the walls of the Protofield. Whatever it was large and a threat. It was time to go. Your Watches had gathered more than enough data to send back to the Association. Your job was done.

“We need to get out.” You murmured to no one in particular. There was pressure mounting in your chest but you pushed it down. You were almost done, you could hold out till the end. Starting to move, you weaved back the way you came, head floating off somewhere else from exhaustion.

You didn’t realize you had grabbed onto the other Zayne’s hand until you were back at the exit to the Protofield. He had been quietly following you, silently observing you in reverence.

He couldn’t believe it. After all these years. Since he first saw you fifteen years ago. He was with you, touching you even. Your faint scent filled his senses, how your face looked up at him after you resonated. He didn’t know what resonating was but he knew that he had never felt as close to someone as he did in that moment. And he would do almost anything to feel that again. To just be close to you. Just about anything.

Just as you were about to step through he stopped. You, finally noticing you were still holding his hand, quickly let go but looked at him in confusion. He glanced down at you again, his eyes briefly betraying the longing he so desperately felt, before looking away back at where the roar came from.

“Go.” He said quietly.

“…what?” He refrained from looking at you again, knowing his resolve would break if he did.

“I said go.” It was his fault for this mess. His fault that he couldn’t stop the Abominations from overrunning his city. His fault for now dragging you into this.

He thought the punishment of having to fight Wanderers till his death was enough. But now, he had to live with knowing you were almost within his grasp, which hurt more than all of his years of being Dawnbreaker combined.

“You can’t be serious.” You said, the edge in your voice evident as you try to understand why he’s acting like this now. He just furrowed his brow and closed his eyes.

You couldn’t really rationalize why you wanted him to come with at the moment. Ever since resonating with him, there was this pull to him you couldn’t shake. But be as he may look like, feel like, hell even strangely enough smell like him, this was not your Zayne. What consequences would you have to face to bring him back through the Protofield?

What would your Zayne think?

“You heard me.” He said shortly. He was getting on your nerves, like when Dr. Zayne would get on your case about taking care of your heart over and over again.

“Zayne-“ you stopped short. The name just slipped past your lips. You didn’t know if this man’s name was Zayne, but his eyes snapped back to you, quelling the thought fast.

“You will die if you stay. Don’t play hero when you have other options.” Rich coming from you.

Both of you were too stubborn for your own good but he had a sinking feeling you would stay back with him to make a point. He couldn’t let that happen.

Pinching the bridge of his nose he took one final deep breath before shaking his head. You knew you had won this time, but a sharp pain in your chest spurred you to get out quickly, pulling the good doctor’s doppelgänger behind you.

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Staggering out of the Protofield, you could already hear that battle outside had calmed down. Only the occasional cry of a Wanderer echoed in the trees but mostly it was cleanup now. Injured Hunters coalesced in groups under hastily put up tents if they were able, emergency services already here and helping. Feeling the grass under your feet and the warm air surge around you melted some of the recent stress off of you.

Your Hunters Watch beeped at you, first telling you that the data it collected was being sent back to the Association. The second message was another personalized message saying you needed to get check out by a medical professional asap after being exposed to such large amounts of Metaflux for an extended period.

Anyone but Dr. Zayne. You could already hear his even toned voice scolding you, looking you up and down in disapproval.

Speaking of Zayne…

You looked back at the man you forced to come with you. His eyes were glued to the city peeking over the tops of the trees, a faraway look stealing his attention.

You were now aware as you felt sensation return to your limbs that your chest still felt freezing, burning even with how cold it was. From inside the Protofield and how cold the other Zayne was making it with his Evol you hadn’t noticed.

You turned to talk to your companions but the words caught in your throat as the world spun around you. A strangled gurgle left your lips as the cold enveloped your body, pulsing like the black ice did inside the Protofield. Your companions and the other Zayne scrambled to catch you, alerting medical personal that you needed help.

Your lungs stabbed at you every breath you took. Cold burned at your fingertips, traveling slowly upwards.

Was this what he felt in the Protofield? What the other Zayne went through while actively fighting?

“Dr. Zayne!!”

That snapped you out of your haze of pain fast.

Your head turned to the side to see none other than your primary care physician, dressed in field medic clothes you’ve only seen in passing when the two of you were dispatched to a far away mission. He was scrambling to deal with Hunters and nurses until he heard it was you in trouble.

He had heard you were one of the ones chosen to enter the Protofield so something must’ve happened. Chaos always followed you like a shadow.

He finished up he was doing as fast as he could before propelling himself to the front of the Protofield where he found you in the ground, shaking uncontrollably, a large black coat draped over your body. One of the other Hunters went to debrief Alpha Team while the other tried to tell the nurse that came to help you what happened. Hypothermia was definitely an issue at the moment but you seemed worse off than the other two.

What happened in that Protofield thought Dr. Zayne before quickly checking your vitals. He flinched at how cold your hand, taken aback, but as he traveled up your arm checking for injuries he realized this wasn’t an ordinary cold.

He could feel eyes burning into the back of his head but he ignored it, lifting the coat to check your heart. Your chest was even colder than your hand, signaling this was a problem with your Evol holding too much power. It happened before but not to this extent. But why were you so cold?

The other Hunters didn’t have an Evol that was cold based as far as he knew and he was nowhere near you when you entered the Protofield.

But as he felt you tug on his sleeve his eyes met yours, your face contorted in pain.

“Z..ayne…” you sputtered out. You wanted to tell him, to warn him even, but unconsciousness was taking hold too fast. Frost was leaving your lips with every shallow breath. Highly concerning because it was in the middle of summer. Dr. Zayne yelled for a stretcher to be brought as you needed to be brought to the hospital immediately.

He was caught off guard by the smell of jasmine that wafted into his senses. He knew you didn’t like the smell of jasmine enough to wear it so where was it coming from? The coat, too big to be yours, was one option. Only when he looked back down did the glint of silver catch his eye. He turned the collar to inspect.

Zayne felt the wind get knocked out of him. He recognized the pin. The countless amount of times he dreamed of it had burned it into his head, even in his waking hours.

Panic followed in wake of this revelation. The coat wrinkled under his grip. How did this get here? The fact you were viscerally reacting to a cold Evol and the coat was here meant…

His head whipped around to where he previously ignored the burning stare he felt. His hand shot out faster than he could stop himself and a razor sharp icicle usually saved for Wanderers flew straight to the man opposite from him.

Another icicle shot out just as fast, both colliding in midair, shattering in a shrill snap.

With a shaky breath, Dr. Zayne tried to pull himself back together.

It was like looking in a mirror.

A hauntingly real mirror.

His wall of calm calculation shattered in the face of what, or rather who, was kneeling down next to you. Him. The murderer in his dreams. The screams of countless people rang in his ears, hands shaking in fear and fury.

Dawnbreaker wasn’t fairing much better. He assumed that since he could see into the doctor’s life in dreams, the opposite could happen. But he didn’t know what conclusion Dr. Zayne landed on when he caught glimpses of his life. How many deaths had he seen? Did he see the Abominations? The plague he fought against day in and day out?

The fact Dr. Zayne had taken a swing at him and the look of distain and hatred told him one certain thing. He was not in his good graces.

The stretcher finally arrived and Dr. Zayne had to tear his eyes away to focus on you. If that man started going on a rampage, it would have to be up to the Hunters to kill him somehow. His job was to save you.

Putting his body between you and his doppelgänger, Dr. Zayne quickly strapped you to the stretcher and was off to an ambulance past the trees. Your vitals were erratic and the cold was getting worse, he could feel it emanating off you by now.

Just as you were secured in the gurney a nurse rushed up to the ambulance stating there weren’t enough emergency vehicles to transport everyone and one more person would have to be fit inside. They only had a cut on their arm that required stitches.

Dr. Zayne sighed but nodded, waving the nurse off. Just a few moments later someone was ushered into the ambulance and the doors were closed. Zayne didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was.

Great.

Wordlessly Dawnbreaker just shuffled to the seat towards the front of the cab and sat. His sleeve was cut at the bicep and his arm was tightly bandaged from the nurse who didn’t even bother to look at his face, his coat draped across his other arm.

Not a word was exchanged between the two as the ambulance started moving. Dr. Zayne was now under his oath as a doctor not to try and harm the patient next to him (again) and Dawnbreaker’s mind was grinding to halt as this new reality was sinking in, his mind struggling to keep up.

As the ambulance swayed against the uneven roads on the outskirts of the city, Dawnbreaker found himself getting pulled under, his hearing going muffled and vision blurred in the bright fluorescent light. Dr. Zayne noticed and hesitantly checked his pulse to make sure he was still alive. Dawnbreaker didn’t even flinch at the skin contact.

The ride was silent, and thankfully uneventful, a prelude to the coming chaos about to unfurl in the coming days.

Pt 1 | Pt 2

#this took way too long #how do y’all write so much #I just want more Dawnbreaker content pls #love and deepspace #lads #l&ds #lads zayne #l&ds zayne #love and deepspace dawnbreaker #lads dawnbreaker #l&ds dawnbreaker #zayne love and deepspace #zayne x reader #dawnbreaker x reader #love and deepspace zayne #lads fanfic #love and deepspace fic #love and deepspace fanfiction

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sparkbeast20 · 1 year ago

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Could they be more than friend?

Minhyeok and MC's relationship

I've seen some misinterpret MC's feeling for Minhyeok to the point that people think they don't care about Minhyeok or just friend zoning him.

I would say that they are missing the point of the plot and MC's whole reasoning of going to hell.

How it started: "MC's Motivation is literally saving Min"

We all know how this happened, Minhyeok came and save MC, as a result he got killed by Gabriel.

And all MC can think about is that Minhyeok died because of them and Gabriel.

And when Satan tells them that they'll be also killed by angels cause of the brand, this what they said.

Main story Ch 1-2

This is the main motivation for MC, and people think that MC doesn't care about Minhyeok?

A ridiculous complain.

It's ignoring what happened in the prologue.

Not to mention the Halloween event is all about MC missing Minhyeok and was happy to spend time with him. Even if was just half a day.

MC views on Minhyeok changed

Minhyeok's Sub-story part 5 Ch 2

MC's view in Minhyeok is starting to change.

Minhyeok's Sub-story part 9 Ch 4

Like, in most of the L card stories MC keep thinking of Minhyeok.

As if they felt a little guilty of doing this with the devils. Like a lover cheating on their partner.

Satan's Selfie story Pt 3

It shows that MC subconsciously keep going back to Minhyeok and is worried of what he'll think of them.

So, yeah. MC is starting to think of Minhyeok in a different light.

And MC in their mind, thinks that they'll eventually have to go back to earth.

Satan's bath story Pt 5

The part that some misinterpret

So, some think that MC was think less of Minhyeok that they won't have anything do to with him.

But... Leviathan and MC was talking about the whole ass BDSM that they did just now.

MC was telling Leviathan that they won't even think of doing this whole thing with Minhyeok. As in, Choking, hitting with a fucking whip and stepping on his dick.

I thought that it was obvious from the scene, and yet... Some are misinterpret this whole scene differently.

I won't do this to Minhyeok, he isn't a masochist or a sadomasochist like Leviathan.

(This might change when we get to know more about Minhyeok's preferences in bed)

Final thoughts

Minhyeok is popular with players for a human character along side supernatural beings characters. Like, he is some normal guy and yet I've seen people fall in love with him, and I'm happy.

At time, human characters with no ability/magic/bloodline tend to be left and forgotten. But Minhyeok has proven that people will like a normal human, as long they are likable.

And the devs knows this.

MC and Minhyeok's relationship will be more than just being friends by the end of this whole story.

#what in “hell” is bad?#prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#what in hell is bad #whb minhyeok #whb mc #whb leviathan #whb satan #whb thoughts

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highonakuweeds · 8 months ago

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Who Says Money Can't Buy Happiness? (Pt 3)

Sylus/right hand man!reader

Summary: The aftermath of last night had left you absolutely in shambles, though you would never let anyone know. You expected Sylus to talk about it more, spark something more, but no. Instead, he talks about a certain MC...

You just had the best sleep of your life. You woke up, flushed, yes, but you also had nicer skin, the silk pajamas you had on were smoothly gliding along you, tickling you in the process. And you woke up… early for once. Since you got used to Sylus’ schedule of things (which made it significantly harder for you to wake up for your “day job”), you always had to begrudgingly force yourself to wake up. But for the first time in forever, you felt energized, just like how a person is supposed to be after sleeping.

Wait, you don’t remember changing into pajamas last night. Nor removing your makeup. And wait, when did you turn on your vinyl player—

Oh.

…OH DEAR GOD—

Your face immediately heated up when you remembered the events of last night. You also clearly remembered passing out after… the best fucking orgasm of your life—Jesus Christ, where did Sylus learn how to please you that well?

Rushes of memories coursed through your brain as a replay of Sylus’ voice echoed. “Use me,” he whispered in your ear, making your heart jump. Ugh, it’s too early in the morning for this.

You sat up on your bed and checked the clock; you had a good amount of time before you needed to go to the Hunter’s Association. With a very, very red face, you sat on the side of your bed, taking deep breaths as you calmed yourself. “Don’t worry,” you whispered to yourself. “It didn’t mean anything.”

But, fuck, the look in his eyes when you moaned, or his easy compliance when you grabbed his hair to ride his face. All of that stuck with you. By all means, you aren’t a virgin, but no man had ever made you cum that hard and that quickly. So embarrassingly quickly….

You squealed, patting your cheeks to snap you out of it. Could you blame yourself? You had the leader of Onichynus eating you out ! Normally, you were unphased by the borderline-romantic gestures he would do to you, but were you really wrong for thinking otherwise after he’d seen you literally bare ? He changed your damn clothes for you, for God’s sake!

“‘It would be rude of me to not accept it, right?’” You mocked, standing up to turn off the vinyl player. Your voice was significantly lower than your usual and you honestly surprised yourself as well when you noticed just how well you did a Sylus impression. “‘Want a view, don’t you’? I will shove a shovel up your ass.” You grumbled to yourself, cursing your boss quietly as you sat down on your vanity to brush away your bedhead.

—--

Sylus did not sleep at all last night. Well, when has he ever?

But it seemed like no matter what he tried, whether it be going through the agenda for the day or rummaging through his vinyls, he couldn’t get your pretty little moans out of his mind. And no matter what he drank, what he ate afterwards, he couldn’t get the taste of you off his tongue.

Not like he wanted it to fade, though. Sylus wanted to give into vices and sin, indulge in gluttony for once. And it’s not like you didn’t give into your own, either; you were as greedy as they come.

Sylus’ jaw tightened when he realized he was getting distracted. A certain little hunter was going to be paying him a visit today, and he was going to make sure she resonates with him.

Ah, he knew. Since you also worked in the same workplace as her, he could ask you about her.

—--

You went out of your room, your hair away from your face as you walked towards the kitchen. There, you found your boss, head rolled up as he silently slept. You snorted at his vulnerable state before glancing at the chef, who just raised his brows, a playful smirk on his face as he glanced at your boss.

You huffed, pouting at his implications. A slight glint from the light caught your eye, and you grimaced when you saw caviar and oysters on the ready for Sylus to eat when he woke up. Sure they were expensive, but it was too salty for you. Too… ocean…y? Is that even a word?

Fortunately for you, though, the chef knew you well; you were well acquainted with him due to your frequent midnight meals. He just stifled his laughter, putting on a big smile as he brought out a lighter meal, something more in your comfort zone. The ingredients in it were still a higher quality of it (hence making it more expensive nonetheless), but it was way better than pretentious rich food.

You squealed softly at it before whispering a small, “thank you” at the chef, to which he bowed. Silently, you walked towards your room once more—or maybe you should try the balcony; you could finally finish that book you were meaning to read—

“(Nickname)?” Sylus’ voice made you jump, almost making you drop your plate. Every morning, he sounded lower and gravelly than usual, and you never thought anything about it until you thought about what it would sound like if you woke him up on your knees and sucking his co—

“Sylus! Hi, hello.” You turned on your heels, grasping your breakfast plate with two, very shaky hands. Your boss’ eyes glanced down at them, confusion and intrigue flashing on his face for a split second. The chef placed his breakfast (or lunch? You don’t know when he woke up) and resumed to his spot behind the counter, idly checking everything. And just when you were about to race towards the balcony,

“Eat with me.”

You froze, wincing at the three-worded sentence before turning with your heels, walking stiffly towards him. Sylus pretended not to notice, the only thing evident that he did was a small smirk on his face. You sat down with an awkward smile before digging into your food; you weren’t sure for Sylus, but you were hungry as hell.

So you two sat there in comfortable (awkward?) silence, the only noise filling up the air being the scraping of utensils on plates. And just when you were about to bring up what happened last night, Sylus’ voice interrupted you.

“What information is there about a certain MC ?” He didn’t even look up at you as he spoke, and you just huffed, pushing around some of the more decorative pieces of your breakfast. Even in simplicity, the chef couldn’t say no to some random herbs to spice up the aesthetics. Here you thought he was going to talk about how he ate you out last night, but nooo. Of course it was business immediately.

Eh, what did you expect?

You rolled your eyes, grumbling something about “talking about work while there’s breakfast in front of us” before tapping your wrist, an organized info sheet about an MC popping up immediately. Suddenly, you knit your brows together, recognizing the woman in the picture provided. “I know her; she’s from my sector.” You narrowed your eyes at Sylus, clearly suspicious. “...Why do you need to know about her?”

He just smirked at you, finally looking up from his food, a brow raised. Ah, he’s expecting you to dig for it. With a grunt, you closed your eyes. Instead of darkness, however, you found yourself looking through endless amounts of strings of possible answers until you found one. You opened your eyes groggily as you grimaced, feeling a headache coming on. The Hunter’s Association surely knows how to keep their secrets confidential. But not confidential enough.

“She’s going to the Nest tonight.” You hummed, impressed, also realizing she most probably won’t be at work today, then. Placing your inner wrist on the table, your eyes stuck to a spot behind Sylus as you figured everything out. “Huh, she has a good chance of coming here, too.” A surge of protectiveness and skepticism rushed through you as your eyes darted towards your boss, jaw tightening. “What are you planning on doing with her?”

He just tilted his head, a pointer finger finding its way to his temple. A habit you’ve seen so much you know when he would do it. “So you can see the future now? What an ability you have, hmm?”

You laughed humorlessly before pushing your food away, no longer having an appetite. “She’s one of my friends’ friends, okay? Don’t break her. And answer my question, Sylus.” You picked your plate from the table to place it on the counter near the sink. He leaned back with a scoff, amused brow raised. “Who are you to boss me around?”

You locked eyes with him with an uninterested glare, and he just sighed deeply. “I’m just planning on having a little chat with her. Are you happy now?”

With a scrunch of your nose, you dumped the extra food into a small take-out container, making a small high-pitched hum to show your unenthusiasm. “I still don’t believe you.”

Your breath hitched the moment you felt arms wrapped around your waist, hot breath meeting the skin of your neck. You prayed the Sylus couldn’t see just how red your ears were getting despite your face’s expression remaining that of indifference. “Oh, so you’re jealous.” He muttered into your ear, smirking when he saw your ears. Fuck.

You scoffed, slipping from his grip easily and slapping his ass. Sylus scoffed at your action, turning back at you before letting a smirk grow on his face, realizing you had his wallet. “Sure. Whatever rocks your boat. Now, after work, I’m going to be doing a bit of shopping with Tara, and I wanna spoil her, so I’ll see you in a bit.”

He rolled his eyes, placing a hand on his hip as you walked towards your room to get ready for work. “You have to be present when she comes here.”

She? Tara? You tilted your head in confusion before coming to the understanding that he was talking about MC. There was a certain sharp feeling in your stomach whenever he mentioned her name, but maybe it was just because you had just eaten and you were scared for her life.

—--

“Here you go, baby,” you muttered at the small puppy you had been feeding your leftovers, placing the tupperware on the floor for him to enjoy. He barked out at you before digging into the food, and you couldn’t help but smile.

You heard a familiar voice call your name over, and you turned to look at who. Ah, Tara. You joined her going inside of the Hunter’s Association as she blabbered about the latest gossip she was somehow able to acquire in the span of just a day or two. How she was able to do so, you weren’t quite sure.

“Oh, and you know MC, right? One of my other friends?” You tensed at the name, remembering the morning before you had to go to work before nodding, hoping that Tara didn’t see the tension under your skin. Thankfully, she didn’t since she began to ramble on about how MC was going to go on a business trip for a while, complaining and whining about how the workload will be piling up now that she would be gone. You just snorted at her antics, not really minding the extra work. Jenna wasn’t a monster; she was probably going to raise your pay a bit more for compensation.

Speaking of Jenna, you were greeted by your day job boss, who was teasing Tara about her complaining. It didn’t take long for your friend to start apologizing profusely.

Sometimes, you wondered what would’ve happened if you just came to the Hunter’s Association immediately, or if you just stayed at Sylus’ side as promised. But no, you were a greedy little thing, and you wanted a bit of hard-earned money and not just what Sylus had given you. Plus having someone inside of the most prestigious association for wanderers would be easier for you to gather information and report back to Sylus.

It’s always Sylus, Sylus, Sylus. You need to have a life outside of that man.

As Jenna left, you grabbed Tara’s arm excitedly, a greedy gleam in your eyes. “Are we still up for shopping later?” You asked her, trying your best not to sound too eager.

Air passed through your friend’s lips before she laughed. “Of course!”

—--

“Are you sure I could get this?” Tara asked, her voice high-pitched with elation. Beside her was the vintage Serpentine Duo bag from Bulgari and a sales associate trying her best not to let Tara brandish the bag itself. You nodded, grinning with your arms crossed. You walked towards the woman near the bag and asked her just how much it was. And just when she was about to answer you out loud, you pursed your lips, a clear smirk on them before you told her to whisper it to you.

When she whispered the answer to you, you hummed, surprised. “It’s actually cheaper than I expected it to be…” You muttered, before beaming at Tara. “Go ahead; I’ll take care of the payment.”

In just a blink of an eye, Tara was crushing you with her embrace, and you struggled to find oxygen. You shot a glance at the saleswoman then at the bag, indicating to her to get it fixed up. She did so immediately, leaving you with your friend.

Fortunately for you and your airway, Tara let go, still looking like she was about to burst with joy. She took multiple deep breaths to calm herself down, which made you snort. “So,” she said before exhaling deeply one last time. “Why are you spoiling me all of a sudden? Not that you don’t regularly, but this is Bulgari ! My mother could only dream of having a bag like the one you just bought me.” Her grin turned into a smirk, and swiftly, she was behind you, both hands on each shoulder respectively. “Do you have a sugar daddy?”

Ah, the most prevailing question that she teases you about endlessly. You would always joke about money being your boyfriend, and very shortly after would spoil your friends until they were drowning in expensive gifts.

You just sighed, smiling. But just as you were about to answer her and deny it one more time, your phone pinged, its vibrations startling you. Ah, crap, did you forget to mute your phone? Wait no, you clearly remembered turning it off before going to the Hunter’s Association. There’s only one person you have sounds on for.

You grimaced, glancing at the time before picking up the call. “Yes, I know; I’ll be there in a minute.” You whispered, making Tara raise a brow skeptically.

“I need you here, (Nickname); it better be in just a minute.” Sylus’ voice, though your phone was on its lowest volume, rang in your ears. You rolled your eyes, passing air through your lips. “Whatever. You’ll see me.”

“I’ll see you.”

You ended the call with an annoyed huff, nodding in acknowledgement at the saleswoman as she gave the bag to your friend. You were quick to drag her out of the Bulgari store, however, which made her yelp in surprise. Tara snapped out of it, though, when she processed what was happening.

“Was that your sugar daddy?”

“TARA!”

—--

The doors opened with a loud crack as you rushed into the living room, sighing in relief when you noticed your signature hood hanging on one of the chairs. To your left was Sylus whose brow was raised due to the commotion you caused, and to your right were the twins, who were both waving at you.

With an exhausted smile, you waved at them back, legs aching from running. “You ran.” It wasn’t a question; Sylus knew that you always took his calls seriously no matter how you retaliated.

You pressed your lips into a thin line—a pathetic excuse of a smile—before grabbing your hood and pulling it on yourself. Before you were even in the room, you made sure that you covered your forearm to hand in bandages other than a small slit showing the faint glow of your inner wrist. You always thought taking even more precautions in hiding your identity was even better than just carelessly throwing on your hood.

“So, she’s here already?” You glanced at your wrist, the glow flickering slightly.

Sylus shook his head, the smirk that never seemed to fade growing. “No, not yet. I’ll personally make sure she comes here.”

At that, your head whipped towards him, clear concern written all over your face. “Are you sure? I mean, you have Luke and Kieran—”

“—who will be going with me. The reason why I needed you here so urgently is because you’ll take charge until I come back.”

You snorted at that. “So what am I, a house sitter—and he’s gone.”

—--

You sat and waited for two hours. Two. Whole Hours. It’s like Sylus didn’t even value your own time! With a groan, you racked your brain for another tune to hum; you were running out by the minute. Luckily, a familiar 6’2 man with a… certain knocked out person behind him came bursting through the door. You gaped at the sight of our own colleague, eyes darting towards your boss in disbelief.

“What did you do to her!?” You rushed towards her, but he placed a hand in front of you, telling you to stop. Having no choice, you obeyed; you hated the times where he actually felt like a ruthless boss. So much more boring than the usual teasing.

Sylus plopped MC’s body onto the middle of the floor before taking a seat calmly, indicating you to stand by his side by a swipe of two fingers. With a grumble, you did as he “said” and walked towards your original spot. At this point, you were surprised that the floor hadn’t worn out from under it after all those years of standing there.

It took not that long for MC to wake up, and when she did, you quickly pulled your hood down, hiding some of the sympathy you were feeling for the poor girl. Seriously, what did Sylus want from her?

You saw her glance at you, at the moment you noticed it, you made a big show of gathering intel from your wrist (as if you didn’t know anything about her). Unease settled in your stomach when you new information popped up; her Aether core was something similar to Sylus’, which was why he needed her in the first place. With a cock of your head towards your boss, you crossed your arms, loose sleeves revealing more of your bandaged arms.

Sylus looked at you with no trace of a smirk on his face, but unadulterated seriousness. Not towards you though, but towards the woman trembling and kneeling in front of the both of you.

“You…” MC’s voice was raw and rough, as if it took her an endless amount of strength to speak alone. It probably did.

You prevented yourself from taking any course of action, knowing that in this state, you cannot defy Sylus one bit. It was part of your deal with him, after all. And you’d rather kill yourself than get killed by a man like him.

“So, you do remember me.” Sylus responded with a raise of his brow, using his Evol to force MC to kneel in front of him, and with two fingers, he lifted her chin up. You took a deep breath; you can sit through this. You’ve sat through worse before.

But it was different now that you know her.

MC’s face contorted in confusion and fear, though it was masked by a face of indignation. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve only met you today.”

Sylus hummed lowly, shaking his head slightly before gripping her chin tightly. MC sucked in a breath before exhaling sharply. “Resonate with me.”

Your head sharply turned towards him. They couldn’t do that; from the conclusions you drew earlier, it would be too powerful for them to resonate so suddenly. And given just how terrified your colleague was of him, it would be near impossible.

You made sure your voice was lower than your true voice. “Sir, are you sure—”

“Did I tell you to speak?” His voice was sharp in comparison to how he usually talked to you, making you draw back into your indifferent expression, bowing your head slightly in apology. Damnit.

Sylus’ hand dipped lower to her hand and forcibly made their hands intertwined with each other, making the same sharp twist in your stomach appear once more. You gritted your teeth, taking a shaky yet quiet breath to compose yourself. You watched as he attempted to resonate with her, but to no avail.

“A shame.” He muttered, though even with it, his voice commanded the room with ease. From your limited vision, you could see MC clearly fighting something in her head, and the groans and grunts you were hearing from her weren’t contradicting your small theory, either.

Like you said, it was near impossible for them to resonate.

Silence engulfed the room before Sylus exhaled sharply. “We’ll do this again tomorrow. If you can’t resonate with me by then, you won’t be having any dinner.”

“What!?”

Sylus’ Evol snuck around her mouth and neck, causing her difficulty to breathe, and it was only then did you actually interfere. You knew he would never actually kill her, but it was already enough torture as is.

“Sylus.” Your changed voice boomed all around the room. And in the last moments of MC’s consciousness, she saw the man suffocating and choking her obey you, as if his name was enough for him to understand.

Her limbs grew limp the moment Sylus let go, and you took a deep sigh. “You didn’t have to go that far.” You whispered as you slung her across your shoulders, one shoulder slotted between her legs and the other supporting her chest, making sure all the blood in her body wouldn’t accumulate in her head and make her even more unconscious.

Sylus didn’t respond to you, and the only thing he gave you was a small huff and a twitch of his brow. Without anything left to say or do, he stood up from his throne, walking towards the big doors in which he came from. You grit your teeth, walking towards the hidden side door of the room with a passed out MC on your shoulders.

—--

“Luke, Kieran, see to it that this girl still eats something when she wakes up. I don’t think she’ll be able to survive having this weak of an immune system without any sustenance.” You told the two henchmen as you placed MC on a small bed somewhere deep in Sylus’ base. They nodded hesitantly before leaving the room, and you sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed as you stared at the colleague you weren’t quite affiliated with, but knew due to mutual friends. From her breathing, you could tell just how close she was to actually dying, which made your nose scrunch in concern for her and anger for your boss.

Jesus, he didn’t have to go that far. He could’ve asked you to befriend her, then you’d introduce her to him, then the whole resonate thing probably would’ve been easier for the both of them.

No, MC would’ve gone to the N109 Zone nevertheless; it was inevitable.

Just as you were about to leave, you heard the shifting of clothes, making you pull your hood down to cover your eyes, leaving a shadow to cover the rest of your face.

The next thing you heard was a small voice. “Who are you?”

Well, you couldn’t disclose that information, duh. So, you went with something… Sylus themed. If Luke and Kieran means light-bringer and little dark one (respectively), of course you’d have to go for something within that range.

“...Call me Nyx for now.” You flashed her a smile, lowering your voice to match what she heard in the throne room.

MC’s brows furrowed, her body tense. She was clearly agitated, and you had no right to tell her that she shouldn’t be. Though you could barely see with the hood over your eyes, you were able to get a glimpse of her silhouette shifting on the small bed you put her on. “Where am I?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” you muttered, pursing your lips. “To save our time, I’ll answer all of them. I can’t tell where you are nor can I tell you where Sylus is, though rest assured we are still in the N109 Zone. Sylus told us that you shouldn’t be fed, however I had told them to give you a little something to keep your spark alive. Oh, and the two people you saw with masks were Sylus’ henchmen, Luke and Kieran. You’ll be… seeing them more often.”

The information processed in MC’s head, making her lay her head down on the headboard. “So, you have the same power as Sylus in this place?”

You furrowed your brows, your full attention piqued now. Crossing your arms, you shook your head. “No. What gave you that idea?”

“Well, you were able to counter the command of Sylus by telling ‘them’ to give me food. So, I assume you do…?”

You opened your mouth to speak before closing it again. How do you explain the complicated stand you have in the N109 Zone? Yes, you were below Sylus in terms of the hierarchy, but if you were reasonable enough, he would allow you to give your own commands—even if it countered his—towards his men.

“It’s complicated. But all I can say is that I do not. Just as he is Luke and Kieran’s boss, he is also mine.”

You could feel the mistrust of MC filling the entire atmosphere, and you sighed, dropping your head down low before sitting down on the edge of the bed. She flinched, hand quickly going towards her holster, only to find it empty. Despite your eyes being covered, you deadpanned at her. “Of course we’re going to be taking your guns; can’t have you shooting the entire place up. Listen, uhm,” you patted your thighs awkwardly, sighing. “All I can tell you is that I will make sure you don’t die here; it’s a very shitty place to live your last moments in, believe me. And that, you’ll be able to do it.”

MC tilted her head. “...Do what?”

You just smiled. Your words could mean anything, honestly. From the resonance to winning Sylus over (as must as the latter hurt you). So, to fit into the mysterious aura of being Sylus’ right hand woman, you merely shrugged. “You’ll see for yourself.”

Mm, vague. Perfect.

And with that, you left, giving MC a bunch of unanswered questions in her mind.

—--

The next day, Sylus had called MC back for another attempt at resonance, however you didn’t stay by his side this time. You were at the opposite wing of the base, preparing a little snack for yourself to fuel your mind for the upcoming research your boss had told you to do. Luckily, Luke and Kieran were by your side as they had agreed to be a listener to your mumbles in order for you to not forget anything.

You sat down on the edge of the large couch, crossing your legs as you placed a sleek laptop and your plate of snacks on the table. Shrugging your silk jacket over your shoulders, your hands idly played with the same fabric of your shorts. “Okay, so, the thing with resonance between these two is that it’s completely risky, right? Well, the only way Sylus can actually have a chance in this little plan of his—which he never told me about, by the way; it’s very insulting—is if, and only if, he stops being an ass towards her. He needs to lower his pride.”

Luke snorted at your words, reaching across the table to nonverbally ask if he could get a piece of your food. You nodded absentmindedly, not looking at him as you typed something down on the laptop. Having multiple paragraphs running through your mind sometimes made you forget your actual train of thought, so Sylus had gifted this laptop which only he and you had access to to help you with it. “If Boss heard you, he would’ve killed you.”

His brother hummed, lounging on the couch until his head reached your shoulder and his legs laid across Luke’s lap. “I don’t know, Boss seems to favor (Name).”

You rolled your eyes at what Kieran had said, trying to ignore the reddening of your ears. “Please. His new toy is MC; I probably would’ve gotten killed.”

“Sure.” The both of them had replied, making you knit your brows together as you looked at them. “Luke, weren’t you just saying that Sylus would’ve killed me?”

“Changed my mind; he definitely favors you.”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing. “Whatever.”

Your idle chatter with the two men got cut short the moment you got a ping from Sylus on your computer, telling you to come pick MC up. You clicked your tongue, standing up. You ignored Kieran’s yelp as his head fell onto the couch as you shook your head. “He’s being too harsh with her.” You muttered to yourself, sprinting towards the throne room once more.

What really ticked you off was the last time your boss had tried to resonate with MC.

Even with the secret food and water you were giving her, she was clearly still so weak, though that fire in her never faded. So imagine your surprise when she was forced by Sylus to kill him.

Your mask of indifference and stone broke the moment blood splattered on your cheek and hood. Normally, you were accustomed to it, with it happening so many times before. However, this wasn’t just anyone’s blood, no, this was Sylus’.

Your eyes widened in horror as Sylus threw the gun away, and your throat closed up the moment you saw MC desperately trying to “save” Sylus, despite her not realizing that he just. Could not. Die.

But to inflict that kind of trauma onto somebody you knew…

The blood dissipated from where MC held his heart, and the wound in it disappeared, too. The shock and panic of it all, however, led MC to pass out once more. Mix that with the sheer fatigue of the past couple days, and you weren’t even sure if you could keep your promise to her of making sure she doesn’t die here.

You were quick to catch her and sling her arm around your neck, and just as Sylus was about to stand up, you pulled your hood down and slapped him as hard as you could across the cheek. He didn’t react, only stared at where his head was facing from the blow. Though through your boss’ peripheral vision, he could see the pure anger in your stare. “Never do that to any of my friends again,” you whispered, but it was loud enough.

“She isn’t your friend.” He growled in response.

“A friend of a friend is , Sylus.” You raised your voice slightly, holding MC closer to you. “She hasn’t done anything to deserve this.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You heard her, right? How she ‘doesn’t remember’ you.” Sylus finally looked at you, his gaze cold, though you didn’t let the sign of angst in his eyes go unnoticed. “I don’t know what happened before, but she’s more than changed, Sylus. Accept that.” You took a deep breath, shaking your head. “When she wakes up, be kinder. Consider where she’s coming from.”

And with that, you left the throne room, not looking back once. Though whether it was to make him contemplate his actions or for you to hide your tears, you weren’t sure.

—--

You stormed into your room the moment you placed MC on her bed, a much better bed than the initial one she was in. She was finally placed in a room much closer to the surface, which should hopefully put her more at ease the moment she wakes up.

If she wakes up.

You clicked your tongue as you shed your hood, sitting down on your bed with shaky hands. From your position, you glanced at the full body mirror just beside your bed. Sylus’ blood was still on you.

You may have overreacted, maybe, but that horrid sinking feeling in your stomach prevented you from thinking rationally.

You were going to honest, the reason why you’d done that wasn’t just because of what he did to MC. It was the sheer lack of care that Sylus had for his own life and lack of care that you had seen. Yes, you knew he couldn’t be killed, but it still felt like he could. Just for a split second, you cared for Sylus , not your boss .

Your mind drifted towards a couple nights before, making you grit your teeth and tick your head sharply once. How had he gotten so obsessed with a different woman just a couple hours after he’d done something so… intimate to you? After he had expressed care, not the kind of care that a boss would have to his subordinates, but the kind of care that a lover would have to his significant other.

Ugh, you felt so selfish.

Well, he did say he was just going to help you. So that you wouldn’t get hurt. Feel any more pain.

If that was so, then how come he’d forced someone to place a gun against his chest? How come he’d forced MC to pull the trigger? If he truly didn’t want you to feel any pain, then he’d know just how much care you had for him and wouldn’t have done that at all.

Multiple thoughts ran through your head, and it wasn’t long until you were crying again. The tears mixed with the blood on your face, and stained your clothes as they dripped down. The metallic scent filled your nostrils, forcing you to stand up and finally take that hot shower you needed to relax your mind.

When you get out of your shower, sighing at the feeling of fresh, clean skin, it was only then did you notice a pretty bouquet of your favorite flowers on top of your nightstand. Your heart skipped at it, and it was embarrassing how quick you were to read the note beside it.

You sighed sharply when you realized it was from Aries. In all honesty, you’d totally forgotten about him. I haven’t heard from you in a while, it read in his pretty handwriting. Here’s some flowers to calm you down if you’re having a stressful week. You mentioned these to be your favorite, right?

Your eyes stung once more at the message. It actually felt quite nice having someone other than Sylus give you flowers. Whenever your boss would give you flowers, it would probably just be to make sure that you don’t develop a random hatred for him. But this somehow felt… different.

You slept with a smile on your face, though memories of hours before still plagued your mind.

—--

How did your slap hurt more than a gunshot to his heart?

That was what Sylus wondered, holding his cheek in his room. Even after he’d freshened up, he could still feel that sting of your hand, and for some reason it hurt more than anything else he’d ever experienced.

He knew that you wanted him to apologize to both you and MC, but he wasn’t going to do that; what was he going to apologize for towards any of you? He did what he had to do.

…

Granted, he may have overreacted. And granted, he did see pain covered by the anger in your glare.

He was the one shot; why were you the one that looked so hurt?

He’ll just… make up for it tomorrow somehow.

#lads sylus #lnds #lnds sylus #love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #reader is not the mc #sylus x reader #sylus x you #sylus #this is going to be a long series.

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heart4gyu · 1 year ago

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just for show pt.3 || mc!heeseung x mc!reader

|| pt.1 || pt.2 || note: i’m sorry it took so long TT but i hope y’all enjoy this i enjoyed writing for my hee again (a little jealous heeseung moment i HAD to ahhh) i haven’t proofread this so i’ll probably make some adjustments when i have the time okay byee <3

the way you smelled, the way your eyes gazed up into his, your hand on his chest, and the way your lips were almost on his was all he could think about.

he had let almost a week pass since the whole “dressing room incident.” but there wasn’t a moment that passed when heeseung wasn’t thinking about it, thinking about you.

staff and fans had also noticed the slight change too. the way he stared just a bit too long after you’d finish talking and the light pink that dusted his cheeks when you would touch his arm had people talking. though it was impossible for him to pay attention to any of that when he was finally coming to terms with something:

he felt something for you, and he had to know if it was mutual.

today would be the day. the day he finds out if you are possibly feeling the same thing he’s feeling. when heeseung arrives, he immediately heads towards the ‪mc dressing room.‬ his heart tight in his chest as he hears your bubbly laughter float down the hall.

a smile making its way onto his face before he even realizes it himself. did this always happen when he heard your laugh? even just your voice? could the tightness he felt in his chest around you not have meant nothing after all?

he stops just as he approaches the open door. another voice. a man, someone familiar, but making you laugh nonetheless. a laugh he hasn’t heard from you for a while now. he barges in.

“heeseung,” you say, surprised at his abrupt entrance. “oh uh… yeonjun was invited to be a special ‪mc this week.”‬

heeseung bows, politely, a bit embarrassed about how riled up he was at just the thought of another man making you laugh.

“ah no need to be so formal, just wanted to introduce myself to y/n before the show,” yeonjun said, flashing you a charming smile.

you looked down as his eyes met yours, unable to hide the smile that played on your lips. and heeseung noticed it all. a different feeling tugging at his heart, one that he wasn’t used to. but how could he be upset when he hurt you first, when you weren’t his…

“i think we should probably start getting ready…” heeseung said, awkwardly, walking over to his side of the room. you watched as he sat at his vanity and started scrolling on his phone. something was wrong but you just didn’t know how to approach him anymore.

everyone got ready individually, but everytime yeonjun spoke to you, you could feel heeseung’s lingering eyes. now you understood, and how could you not use this to your advantage?

once you were on stage, heeseung was back to his normal self. of course, everything was perfect for the audience. and everyone loved your trio. yeonjun was the perfect host, it was no wonder they always invited him back.

heeseung’s biggest issue right now was that yeonjun’s charisma didn’t stop once the cameras were off. he made you laugh so easily and he never let the conversation die. and from what heeseung could tell, you were very intrigued.

he couldn’t help it, the twisted feeling in the pit of his stomach. he could never hate yeonjun, he considered him a good friend. but the thought of you being swept away by someone else made him feel sick.

the next couple days were terrible in heeseung’s eyes. yeonjun would help you put your hair back in place when a strand fell out, let you read from his cards when yours got misplaced, he even got you coffee each morning. even if he didn’t know your taste exactly, heeseung knew you were the sweet ‘it’s the thought that counts’ type of person.

it wasn’t until yeonjun’s last day as a special mc, that heeseung had enough.

yeonjun was gifted a bouquet of flowers to which he regifted to you, kindly, when the three of you made it back to your dressing room.

“i do have a schedule this next week but maybe we could hangout sometime,” yeonjun said, making you blush down at the flowers.

yeonjun’s intentions truly were only to befriend you, and you didn’t particularly feel anything more than appreciation towards him. but in heeseung’s eyes? that was a whole confession.

he didn’t hear any part of the rest of your conversation and almost completely missed when yeonjun dismissed himself from the room. but as soon as he realized the two of you were alone, it was go time.

“y/n,” he said, approaching you at your vanity once again. an all too familiar atmosphere around you. “are you planning on going out with yeonjun?”

his directness baffled you a bit but you couldn’t help play along with how cute he was being. “well i might take him up on his offer,” you said, looking at him though the mirror.

“would there be a problem, if i did?” you asked, turning to face him. he was closer than you realized now that you were practically chest to chest.

with his eyes glued down to the ground, he shook his head. you smiled at the way he didn’t realize his lips were in a pout. “hee, is there something on your mind?”

“i’m still sorry that i hurt you with what i said… i’ve been thinking it over all this time. and now i realize that everything i thought i was doing for the audience was really because i liked- like you. i like you and i wanted to deny it to myself back then but now i just want you to know.” he said, finally meeting your eyes.

you couldn’t find the words. after having such strong feelings for him and then trying to make yourself get over him. all you could do was shake your head at the situation you found yourself in.

he took a step back at your reaction, not wanting to make you uncomfortable with his proximity and confession. but you reached for his hand pulling him back in, a bit closer this time. he felt his heart bloom with hope.

“it took you long enough,” you said, a playful smile on your lips as you reached a hand out to his cheek. he leaned into your touch, a content smile on his face too.

“do you feel the same as me? do you like me too?” he asked, taking another step into your space. you felt your breath get caught in your chest when he turned to kiss your palm. all you could do was nod, your face heating up quickly.

“i wanna hear you say it,” he whispered, impossibly close now but somehow you couldn’t pull your eyes away from his.

you lifted your head slightly, your noses almost touching at the movement. “i like you too, heeseung.”

he smiled, and you returned it shyly. you felt him backing up and couldn’t stop yourself from wrapping your arms over his shoulders. lips crashing onto his in an instant.

his soft lips molding into a smile as he kissed you back immediately. though you felt his hands hesitantly pull your waist into him, tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss before finally pulling away.

“…well i was gonna ask first, but i wouldn’t mind if you did that whenever you’d like from now on,” he said, hands finding home at your hips, swaying you gently.

you smiled up at him, blushing. your hands sliding down to rest at his biceps. “what does this mean for us?”

“well, i hope it means that you’ll be mine, cause i am definitely all yours,” he said. both of you swaying side to side now, as if to song that only you two could hear.

“yeah, i think we can make that work,” you nodded. and he leaned down to kiss your lips once (or twice) more.

#heart4gyu #violetsblog #lee heeseung #heeseung #enhypen #kpop #enhypen x reader #enhypen x y/n #heeseung x reader #enhypen fic #heeseung x yn #heeseung x you #heeseung fanfic #heeseung imagines #heeseung angst #heeseung fluff

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 8 months ago

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From the Ashes Pt. 38

Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs, MC POV, departure to Asshai!,

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Book Two of Dārilaros hen ōrbar se perzys (Heir of Ash and Fire)

Dritan’s cheek stung from where Rhiannon’s hand had slapped him. Away from the prying eyes of party goers, even in the dark archway the Fiery Hand soldier could feel the intensity of Rhiannon’s glare.

“I don’t want to hear you ever speak ill against (y/n), let alone my sister.” She growls out her warning. So much did she remind Dritan of her older sister Thalina. From her gold hued eyes to her hefty soft brown hair, but the sisters were so different. “If you know what's good for you.”

Her words brought up the memory of when Dritan last encountered Thalina.

Clenching his fists, he found the bitterness inside of him grow and fester. “She will lead you to your death as she did with Thalina. All of you will perish in Asshai for trusting that darkin. She is too young, too naive. The moment she allowed the darkin to live was the moment she condemned us all!”

“Do you desire another slap?” Hissed Rhiannon, prepping her right hand if need be.

Like many others in the temple, Rhiannon was blinded by the miracles (y/n) had performed during her time in Volantis. Dritan alone could see earth swirling around the Westerosi girl, the one Thalina had forsaken him for. When word of Thalina’s ultimate fate was leaked, Dritan had done his best to persuade her to stay for in his heart Thalina reigned supreme. Hard did he fall in love with the clumsy red priestess. Within the first few months of his service to the temple, Dritan knew that he wanted Thalina as a wife. He had even gone so far to confess his love, hoping it would be enough to stop her. Nothing could change her mind, not even the potential of romance. Thalina broke his heart in the same breath she used to scold him. This was her duty and she was happy to follow out the flame’s divine plan. How content she was to go to her death!

Rhiannon was following in the footsteps of her sister. Stubborn and polluted by the faith of R’hllor. There was no talking her out of it.

They were all sheep.

Not having anything else to say to Rhiannon, Dritan stormed to the barracks that housed the temple’s warriors. Rhiannon watched his departure with narrowed eyes. She debated on going after him or even alerting a priest of his blasphemous speech. Disparaging her sister’s memory by condemning (y/n), uneasiness produced a lump in Rhiannon’s throat. It made her worry about leaving. What would Dritan’s resentment lead him to do?

“That one has always been filled with unquenchable anger, I’m afraid.” Dreamy voiced Alizah walks out from the shadows, her traveling cloak around her shoulders and hood pulled over her head. Behind were the quiet figures of Haakon and Kafele who possessed hair like flames.

“You are leaving so soon?”

Her pale face grows sad as she nods. “Yes. If I am to get there in a timely manner, I must leave at once.”

Pursing her lips, Rhiannon tentatively asks “Are you allowed to divulge where you’re going?”

Alizah pauses for a moment before Kafele whispers into her ear. Whatever he had told her makes Alizah’s features alert once more. “In due time. We must be off. Remember your lessons, Rhiannon. The night is dark and full of terrors.”

The trio hurries past Rhiannon leaving her alone. Her destination must be important if they were in such a rush to leave. To herself, Rhiannon finishes the verse that Alizah had left her with. “The day is bright and beautiful and full of hope.” That’s what (y/n) represents for the future. No matter what Dritan had to say.

You swore your brain had a pulse as your head ached from the night before. Taking everything in you to start getting ready for your long journey, thankfully Rhiannon and Inanna had arrived to help you gather at least your necessities. Every now and then though you were seized with the need to throw up.

Small Inanna, although still terrified of the small dragon curled up in your sheets, hurried to your side with a tonic Siofra had produced. “This should help you. Siofra worried about this last night.”

The thought that people were looking out for you warmed your heart and just that was enough to make you feel better. “Thank you, Inanna.” Her dark eyes sparkle at your gratitude before she laughs at the face you make. Unbearably bitter, you were sure that it was meant to truly make you vomit but in a few minutes your nausea all but disappeared.

“It will definitely be quiet while you are gone.” Inanna admits a little sadly as she folds her hands in front of her. “I’m sure Ser Jaime and Lord Tyrion will offer some entertainment to those who will miss you.”

“Is it really okay for Weles to be leaving the Fiery Hand for so long? He is the captain afterall.”

“Iyan is second in command, capable of doing all that Weles does.” she informs you. “The others respect him as much as they do Weles.”

Rhiannon snaps your leather trunk closed, having finished gathering all that you may need. “Besides, that’s the least of your worries. Where we are going is a place hardly anyone has ever ventured. Stygai is the territory of the darkin and other shadow creatures. Things that shouldn’t be alive dwell there.”

Entering your chambers with a plate of cooked meat, Siofra sets it down on the bed next to a dozing Latilth who promptly wakes up at the smell. Crawling on her belly, she begins to toss back her breakfast with delight. You and Rhiannon chuckle at what a messy eater she was.

While helping you dress, Siofra comments “I wonder how big Latilth will be when you come back.”

Inanna nods. “She’ll certainly be a sight to see.”

At hearing her name, Latilth hobbles away from her plate and stretches her wings in an attempt to fly to you. Her wing strength was still weak, only being two days old, and was unable to pick up any air. Upset, she squawks unhappily until you go to her and allow her to scramble onto your shoulder. Her nails certainly scratched up your skin but it was a small price to pay.

Sirvart is called upon as are Ilta and Vidarr to help with your two personal trunks and one of Rhiannon’s.

During your trek through the temple to the docks that were below the cliff, red priests and priestesses alike joined your entourage silently to see you off. Even a handful of temple slaves sneaked away to add themselves to your retainers. Some sang hymns and others prayed for R’hllor to watch over you and your companions.

The sun was barely an hour into the sky when you made your way down the wooden staircase that curled up to the training ground. The Red Temple had their own section of docks for personal use. Nippy winds brushed your short hair away from your face and made you cling tightly to the little furnace that was Latilth. You could make out moving dots on the boardwalk leading to what assumed was your ship. They carried large crates up to the side of the ship where they would hoist it up with ropes up on the deck.

At the base of the cliff, you turn to Inanna and Siofra who had joined you up until that point. The rest of your group that you had accumulated on your way, watched up top. Dozens of figures clothed in various shades of red and orange.

“We all wish you great fortune on your journey, nuha kosh.” Siofra bows low, her tight curls on her head springing when she rises back up.

Inanna offers a small smile as she too bows. “Please be careful. All of you. We will make sure your brothers are taken care of.”

“Thank you. Both of you.” You take each by the hand and give them a small squeeze.

Rhiannon gives each of them a hug, lingering a few seconds longer with Siofra as she whispers something. When she pulls away, Siofra gives her a firm nod. “Don’t worry about us here. Take care of nuha kosh.”

You and Rhiannon depart from your group and follow Sirvart, Vidarr and Ilta to the wooden platform that leads up to the awaiting ship. Already your brothers were there speaking with Weles. Tyrion’s face was set in a stoic facade until he spotted you. One green and one black eye deceived how he was truly feeling. The breaking of your heart was definite at such a face. You were leaving him again. There was no worse thing than that knowledge and you half consider taking him with you.

You couldn’t be that selfish. Who knew what perils there were in Asshai. Tyrion was safer here with Jaime and the rest of the temple’s residences. They would protect him and raise him in your stead. Asshai was no place for children let alone one like Tyrion. Ture that the myths you had been told about the darkin were false, but Inniros himself had verified the validity of the myths about his homeland. One could not tread safely in the Shadowlands. Many who iced there wore masks for belief that it protected them against such evils that lurked.

Tyrion gets Weles and Jaime’s attention, pointing to you and Rhiannon who were fast approaching. The three Fiery Hands move around them, briefly giving a salute to their captain before passing them to drop off the trunks.

Gloom settled above your brothers now that the time had come. This was really happening.

Tyrion clears his voice and quietly asks “Do you have everything?”

“Everything except for my brothers.” You sigh and bend down to gather a stiff Tyrion in your arms. Close to the side of his face, Latilth preens his unruly curls. Eventually Tyrions does melt into your embrace. “I’ll bring you a souvenir.”

He shakes his head, face buried in your chest. “Just come back safely and soon.”

Tears brimmed your eyes and with great reluctance, you release Tyrion and quickly wiped your eyes. You’re faced with Jaime now.

Jaime. . .

Vague memories of last night dance in your head but you couldn’t quite put everything together yet.

Conflicting emotions waged war inside of you. Since leaving Westeros it had only ever been the two of you. How would you survive without his reassuring presence? Your relationship with Jaime has come a long way. Through childhood he had been a complete stranger. Now he was the one person in the world you were closest to.

You throw your arms around his waist and hide your face in his robes. Jaime’s powerful arms encircle around you. Yes, this felt familiar. Did you hug him last night as well? The two of you were never really a physical pair, but you couldn’t help yourself now that you were leaving him.

Where did you even begin to tell him how much you loved him? How important his presence was in your life. You had grown to cherish Jaime. Your younger self would have never considered Jaime an important figure in your life.

You bite your lip and simply tighten your hold. Words could never describe the loneliness you would feel without him. Your tears were enough to tell Jaime.

Abruptly, Jaime lets go and takes a step back. Understanding his action, you gently smile at him. He tries to hide his face by looking away from you. Warming your heart was the knowledge that Jaime would miss you just as much.

“Both of you behave while I’m gone.” You sniffle, barely able to maintain even a small smile.

Tyrion nods and gives your hand one last squeeze. “Next time you leave for another far off land, I’ll be ready to go with you.”

“I don’t doubt it.” Tyrion was proving to be a man of his word. Next time he will be ready. The next journey you plan on making will be back to Westeros. Once Latilth was big enough to carry you and your brothers.

Weles turns around to wave at the approaching Melisandre, Inniros and the red priest who must have been Rayzer. The priest had long, dirty blonde hair and the telltale fire priest flames tattooed on his olive skin. He carried only a burlap sack and a leather pouch hanging from his sash.

“Good, looks like those who need to be here are present. And no one else.” Just to make sure, her red eyes scan the docks. Sirvart and the other two Hands were walking back up but other than that is was your small group. A few yards away were fishermen going about their daily lives, unaware of the dark destination your ship was routed for.

The red priest smiles at you and bows. “It’s a pleasure to actually meet you, nuha kosh. I am Rayzer, but you may call me Ray.” Smile lines crinkled around his brown eyes and mouth as he spoke. Most of his hair was gathered in a top know while the rest easily flowed on to his shoulders.

“The other red priests were just briefing Ray on his duties for this trip. Of course Iomhar put in his piece on how Ray should behave.” Rhiannon rolled her eyes and gave Latilth a scratch under her chin. Evidently she enjoyed such attention for it made her normally unblinking eyes closes with content.

Ray’s eyes sparkle when his gaze lands on Latilth. “Extraordinary! I had seen glimpses of the dragon last night but I didn’t get the chance to actually approach you.”

You notice how precise his Common Tongue was. Many of the hands and priests you have met had heavy accents. Ray didn’t seem to have one. His speech was that of a native to Westeros.

With a smile, you show Ray the honor he bestowed upon you with a small curtsy akin to what you would see in the Seven Kingdoms. “Thank you for coming with us. Our journey will be safer with you in attendance.”

He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. “I will do my best, nuha kosh.”

Melisandre turns to look at a very quiet Inniros. “Shall we board then?”

Stiffly, Inniros nods and makes his way for the ship, brushing past you in the process but not before shooting Jaime a suspicious glance. Jaime’s demeanor changed to almost one of hostility.

Not phasing Inniros, he continues his stride; Melisandre feet behind him.

This was it.

One last group hug with your brothers, you turned to follow them. While your stomach performed acrobatic tricks inside of you, you breathe deeply and place your foot securely on the first rung of the dangling ladder. Latilth peeks over your shoulder, pressing her body closer to your neck to prevent herself from falling over. Men waited above once you reached the edge of the deck. They helped you onboard, making sure your feet were planted firmly on the creaking wood floors. Your brothers were so small on the docks yet your eyes held onto them for as long as you could. Siofra’s tonic, working its way through you, prevented the wave of nausea that would have swept you up from being on the sea again.

The wind air exciting her, Latilth clambers off of you and jumps onto the much taller Inniros who had just been pulled up. Inniros eyes the dragon on his shoulders, stoic as ever. In a soft tone, he starts speaking to her in a language you had never heard before. Having traveled through most of Essos, you had thought you had experienced all the languages out there.

A breeze tickles the back of your neck sending a chill through you. You close your eyes and pray to whoever would listen:

Please take care of Jaime and Tyrion.

Rhiannon’s cheek lands on your shoulder but did not startle you. “They will be okay. Trust in Ser Jaime.”

You press your head against her’s. “I do. That does nothing to alleviate how lonely I will be without them.”

“You may not have your brothers, but you have your sister.” She smiles.

You hug Rhiannon. That was right. Rhiannon was your sister; blood be damned. You weren’t accustomed to having a decent sister, this would be a good change.

“Ladies, will you join me in a small prayer for safe travels?” Rayzer bumps in, separating you and Rhiannon.

Nodding, you grab his hand with your left and Rhiannon with your right. Melisandre and Weles joined the small circle, leaving Inniros as the odd man out. He stood off to the side, making sure not to get in any sailor’s way while also scratching Latilth atop her head.

Letting go of Rayzer’s hand, you hold your now free one out to Inniros, beckoning him to join.

Hesitantly, Inniros leaves his spot to awkwardly situate himself in between you and Rayzer. The fire priest smiles and offers his hand to Inniros. “You don’t have to do anything. Just being in this very spot is good enough.”

Inniros tilts his face down, wanting to avoid any eye contact with the others in your circle. You hadn’t missed the sharp stare that Melisandre fixed on him nor the twitch in Weles’ sword arm. There was still unfriendly air swirling around them.

You grab his hand, surprised at how warm his palm was. His frame went rigid at your touch but you simply offered him a smile. From the angle you had of him, you could only see the eye patch that hid his missing orb. Slowly his fingers curl around your's, reciprocating your offer. Latilth hopped from Inniros' shoulder to your's and in an odd way, she bowed her head as if listening to Rayzer's impromptu sermon.

Rayzer’s prayers in the Valyrian tongue was more beautiful than any poem and reassured you that you would return to Volantis soon.

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Goodbye (For Now) Pt.2

Pt.1

Nightbringer Spoilers Ahead (maybe a little ooc)

Tags:(Angst/TBD)(TimeTravel)(SayingGoodbye)(hurt/comfort)

(Idk how to tag properly)

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Synopsis:

You knew you weren’t suppose to stay in the past for that long. You knew you didn’t belong there. You had to get back to your time eventually.

And even if the brothers were warming up to you again, you had to say goodbye. The worst part was that they would never know why you really left.

“They mean forever Mammon. It means they’re never coming back.”

“Huh?! What are ya saying Satan?! Stop bullshitting!” Mammon yells at him.

You could feel all eyes on you stare you down in confusion.

“He’s right Mammon..”You say in a less enthusiastic tone than before. Mammon lols betrayed by your words as he steps back away from you.

“You’re leaving?…”Leviathan says with clear disappointment.

“I am..”You say as the air grows thick around you.

It’s quiet. A tension between you and the brothers that quickly becomes suffocating until Asmo throws himself toward you.

“You can’t leave!” Asmo yells out as he clings onto your arm,”You can’t! Who else will let me talk about myself and agree with everything I say?!”

“Asmo…”You say with a pained expression as you look to the others.

Beels eyes can’t meet yours as he mumbled something about no longer being hungry while Belphie mutters something about having a bad dream.

“Why?!” Satan says grabbing you by the collar of your RAD uniform as he yanks you from Asmo in anger,”You’re suppose to be our attendant! You can’t just leave!”

“Satan let them go you’re going to hurt them!” Asmo says.

Satan doesn’t move his grip from you and all you could feel is the anger and resentment radiate off of him.

You try to come up with a believable excuse. After all, they can never truly know why.

But why are they acting this way?

“Diavolo said I’d be your attendant until you’ve all adjusted to being in Devildom…” You tell him as you avoid eye contact,”And you’ve all adjusted to your lives here already so…”

“Bullshit!” He tells you immediately,”That’s not the reason and you know it! Tell me the truth!”

“Oi Satan! Calm down!” Mammon says.

“I can’t stand being here anymore.” Levi says bitterly.

“Let me go Satan..”You tell him with a sad expression.

You can see his angry expression change to one with guilt as he lets his grip on you go hesitantly.

“I just don’t …understand why...” He tells you.

You don’t respond to him. You didn’t think they’d be this upset over you leaving.

After all…they always didn’t seem to care when you were requested to appear at the House. Would it have been better to have just disappeared and not say anything like Solomon wanted?

You feel a gentle touch on your hand,”Don’t go MC..” Mammon tells you with a sad expression.

“I’m sorry Mammon..”You say pulling away from his touch,”Maybe you guys will understand one day…”

“Then why not help us understand now?…”Belphie asks,”Why?…” He seems hurt by your words,”Did we mean so little to you?.. sure..we weren’t ..best of friends ..and expressing ourselves hasn’t been easy..but ..didn’t we mean something at least?…”

“Of course you did. ….You don’t know how much.” You say honestly,” Truth be told…i was never meant to say goodbye ..the plan was to just disappear without ever saying a word.”

“That’s cruel.” Beel tells you.

“You were just gonna leave us and not saying anything?” Levi says hurt by your words,”Who does that…?”

“Would it have been better that way?” You ask them honestly,

“Of course not!” Asmo tells you.

Belphie shakes his head in disbelief,” I can’t believe this conversation is happening.” Beel hums in agreement.

This didn’t make sense. Sometimes you’d go days without seeing them and when you did reappear you were hardly acknowledged unless you were in the midst of their schemes. And let’s not forget the whole reveal fiasco that occurred.

“I don’t understand.” You tell them,” I thought you guys…didn’t like me?”

“What’s MC blabbering about-“ Mammom says clearly confused,”We care. Did you not pick up on it?”

“You ..”You say confusingly,”You….you care about me?”

“Of course we do!” Mammon says angrily,”Where did you get the idea we didn’t?!”

Been hums in agreement.

“Oh…” was all the words you made out. Did you just misunderstand? Or did you not notice that these versions of the brothers had different ways of showing they cared about you?

Oh..

You could feel the hot tears begin to fall down your cheeks,”Well..cause I was a demon and then I lied about it so I assumed…. “

Everyone looks at you with sad and tearful expression as you start to cry.

Levi has a surprised look on his face,”H-hey wait -don’t do that.”

“Waaa! Don’t cry MC! You’re gonna make me cry!” Asmo says as he hugs you lovingly as his face begins to tear up.

“I’m ..”you say between sobs,”I’m so grateful to have met you guys. I’m really going to miss you all.”

“When you say it like that..”Mammon voices breaks as he attempts to hold back his emotions,”Ah dammit MC, ya making me all emotional.”

“And we will miss you as well.” Another voice speaks out from behind.

“Lucifer?..”You say trying to stop your tears as you turn to his direction.

His expression is soft yet still stern. However in his eyes holds glints of sadness at your appearance.

He sighs deeply,”I had a feeling ..that this day would...” He tells you.

“but I was also hoping…”He says his eyebrows furrow,”that it would never come…” He says with a disappointed tone.

He looks at his brothers before looking at you.

He sighs as he grabs ahold of your hands,”I’m not the best, when it comes to expressing my true feelings..however..I think I can speak for all of us when I say..we are thankful for all you’ve done for us… you made the transition of living here, in the Devildom, easier. And We couldn’t have done it..without you…”

You can’t recall a time where he’s ever been this honest. But his words seem to Pierce your heart completely as you feel your eye bubble up again with tears.

“We will be sad…to see you go…”He tells you squeezing your hands tightly for a brief moment.

You can’t help it! It’s all just too much!

You find yourself hugging Lucifer tightly as the tears stain your cheeks. After a few moments you feel a hand pat your head gently.

“Thank you..”You whisper to him. You didn’t know how badly you needed to hear him say those words to you.

When you pull away you look at everyone else. While you’re sad that you have to leave them. You know they’ll be waiting to see you again.

One by one, you hug each and everyone one of them. Reminding them that they are just as important to you as you are to them.

You remind Belphie that if he ever has trouble sleeping again -to look to the stars and count as many as he can because somewhere out there you’ll be looking at them too.

You tell Beel to avoid eating foods that will upset his stomach and that if he ever feels an uncontrollable hunger to think of silly sad stories about that food. He tells you he’ll try. And you smile because that’s all that matters.

You tell Asmo that when he starts to feel insecure about himself that he needs to your words and chant them to himself until he no longer feels that way.

You remind Satan that he’s doing his best. And one day he’ll realize how far he’s come. And if he ever feels angry, to look at the cats in the yard and befriend them.

You look at Levi, he seems so upset. After all, he thought you’d be friends forever. But you remind him, that you are always going to be friends. No matter where you go, and you tell him that if he ever feels lonely, he needs to remember he has brothers who love him just as he is.

When you break apart from Mammons he pulls you right back in. You feel him hold onto you for his dear life. You feel his body tremble against yours.. and in a quiet whisper remind Mammon that he needs to keep his buttery fingers away from trouble and he laughs. And you tell him, that he is the glue for all his brothers. That he needs to remember he’s just as important as everyone else. That he has to look out for them because they’d be lost without him. He responds with a cocky”I know.” Before he lets your hand go with the last thing he feels is the touch of your fingertips.

And finally you get to Lucifer. Despite his cold touch and attitude, his hug is quite warm.

He tells you with a whisper as he kisses your top of your hand ,” if you should ever need a job as an attendant.” you’d know where to find him. Causing you to both laugh quietly amongst each other. As you pull away from him he grabs your arm gently back.

His eyes say it all.

“Don’t go.”

You grab ahold of his hands and hold them gently in yours with a reassuring squeeze.

And in a quiet whisper….

You bow respectfully to Lucifer.

His head runs circles at your words as he bows back.

“At least send a postcard or sum Yknow.” Mammom wipes his tears with a murmur agreements following his statement.

“That might be a little difficult -“ You tell him with a reassuring smile,”But I’ll try.”

“Don’t worry.” Another voice says. You turn to see Solomon standing there with a smile,” they’re in good hands. I’ll be sure, to pass their messages onto you all.” He extends his hand out to you.

You take it with a smile,”I can go home?” You ask him with hopeful eyes.

“It’ll be like you never left.” He tells you with a knowing smile.

“Alright then… I guess….“You say as you turn back to the brothers.

“Goodbye, for now.”

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