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neptuneiris · 3 months

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Wild Hearts | Part Two

(the end)

pairing: prince!aemond × lowborn!reader

summary: you and he can't be together, yet the two of you have fallen for each other. but the Gods are not merciful and you both have to let go. but by comparison, your charming prince doesn't think the same way you do.

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hello guys, here I bring the end of this story🥺

I honestly didn't think you would like the first part so much, I received so much love and support that you truly don't know how much I appreciate it❤

you made me very happy and i hope you like this second part and final as much as the first one. i have put all my effort here so i really hope to receive your opinions, i will be waiting for them🙏🏻

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Memories of the night before flood your mind, awakening sensations and emotions that spread throughout your entire being.

A shy smile appears from your lips under your sheets, blood tingeing your cheeks, unable to believe that it really happened, while a warm sensation envelops you from the inside out, with the moment more vivid and fresh than ever in your mind.

And you regret absolutely nothing.

There's not even a flicker of doubt. Even if Aemond hadn't told you that he would ask your father for your hand this very morning, you wouldn't change anything that happened.

And mostly because there is no other man you would have trusted with this, something so intimate, only him.

After you stayed a few moments longer in his chamber, when the hour grew too late, he himself led you through secret passages you were completely unaware of.

Together you slipped inside the walls of the hallways and rooms of the Red Keep, leading you to your room unnoticed.

In those dark corridors, there was more kissing and caressing, acting like complete lovers having a forbidden love and you loved every moment.

You keep every instant in your memory and in the deepest corner of your heart, as a precious and unforgettable treasure and you only hope that soon he and you can create more moments like those.

But you can no longer remember those moments as your thoughts are interrupted by your maids entering your chamber to start preparing you for the day.

So you have no choice but to get out of bed.

While you take a bath, get dressed and have your hair done, in all that time uncertainty takes hold of you, wondering at every moment how Aemond's audience with your father must go, feeling the nerves of excitement and uneasiness invade you as the waiting becomes almost unbearable.

He told you he would talk to your father this morning so surely that must be taking place right now.

And you feel that at any moment your father and mother will walk through your doors very happy and pleased by the news. And although the fact that you have given yourself to Aemond without being married or even betrothed will not be a pleasing fact nor will it be well received, still an early union will settle everything.

However, your morning passes normally and nothing out of the ordinary happens, with silence maintaining itself.

You even considered that you would not have to attend the daily activities with the ladies of the Court as you would be celebrating with your parents.

But as the minutes tick by and no one walks through your doors, you reluctantly decide to attend your engagements, having no idea what must be going on.

Despite your efforts to concentrate on activities and be present with the ladies, you are distracted by involuntary memories of Aemond and all of last night, lost in your own thoughts.

The laughter and conversations around you become a distant murmur and you are barely aware of what they are talking about.

Each passing moment seems like an eternity until, finally, one of the guards walks towards the entire group of women in which you find yourself, this only getting your attention.

"Sorry to interrupt, ladies," the man says in a respectful tone and gesture.

"It's all right, Sr," Lady Lannister tells him.

"Lady Y/N," he turns to you and your heart stops, "Your father has requested your presence in his marital chamber along with your mother, my Lady."

Your heart begins to pound with a mixture of excitement and anticipation, keeping yourself from smiling big, holding back all your emotions as you rise from your seat.

"Excuse me, ladies," you quickly excuse yourself to them.

And with a smile and a twinkle of happiness in your eyes, you make your way towards your father and mother's room with the growing certainty that this has to do with Aemond's hearing, definitely.

So as you move through the hallways of the castle, a sense of joy and nervousness comes over you. The idea that you and Aemond will soon be married fills your thoughts.

It is also clear that your father approved of the union and your mother must be more than happy.

And as you reach the door to the chamber, you inhale deeply before entering, unable to help but smile at the thought of all that lies ahead for you and Aemond, definitely a bright future.

However, as you walk through the doors and your parents' attention is immediately focused on you, your smile is wiped from your lips the moment your mother's palm slams hard against your cheek, the pain instantly washing over you and the surprise at not expecting or even anticipating this.

The surprise and the stunned shock of the blow leave you paralyzed for a moment, unable to react, barely processing what has happened, while the pain invades you.

You bring your hands to the bruised side of your cheek, confused, shocked and in pain watching your mother back with your eyes wide open and your lips parted, beginning to breathe heavily.

"How could you?"

Your mother says to you, her voice full of reproach, disbelief and pain, watching you in horror as the room begins to fill with palpable tension.

Confusion lingers in your eyes as you try to process your mother's shock, her attitude and what she is saying to you.

"How could you be so foolish as to give yourself away like a common whore to Prince Aemond?"

She angrily inquires you, on the verge of tears, as you feel your breath catch and shock wash over you further.

"You did not think of us, not even of yourself nor did you think of your suitors and the consequences that no one will want to take you as a wife when they find out about this, you fool!"

Your mother's fury is unleashed, her dagger-like words stabbing into your chest, adding to the pain you already feel right there and also to the pain of the blow to your cheek that spreads across the entire right side of your face.

Your confusion also intensifies further at her words. And just as you try to articulate a response, feeling your throat dry and tight, your father intervenes.

"Calm down, my dear," he says to your mother, wanting to reassure her.

But despite this, the tension in the room persists, palpable like a storm threatening to erupt at any moment. And your mother's gaze, still charged with fury, turns from you to him.

"I can't stay calm after what happened! How can you be so calm?" she exclaims, with a mixture of disbelief and anger.

Your father, trying to remain calm, approaches your mother and places a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"I understand your anger but this is not the time for this. It's all over now and we need to approach this calmly and cautiously. We also don't need to make any more scandal than will already be made," he tells her in a calm voice, though the tension lingers in his eyes.

Your mother's gaze returns to you, her eyes still reflecting the mixture of anger and concern.

"You are lucky to have such an understanding father! You don't know how ashamed I am of you Y/N, I do not know you at all. All your Septas told you, I told you, all through your education you were warned what happened to girls who allow themselves to be ruined before they are married! How is it that you could forget it so easily!?"

"That's enough."

Your father says to your mother, who lets out an incredulous snort, on the verge of hysteria, unable to believe what is happening, while you feel your heart rate increase.

And then your father also addresses you, taking the word, leaving you completely breathless.

"Were you truly naive enough to think this would be settled with the Queen and the Hand approving a marriage between you and Prince Aemond?" he questions you, his eyes reflecting a mixture of reproach and disapproval.

Realization begins to work its way through your mind, watching them back in shock and horror, your heart beating too fast and hard.

They refused.

Aemond's plan didn't work.

You and he would not marry.

"You don't know the trouble and shame you put us through, Y/N. Also yourself after the prince announced that he had taken your maidenhead, believing that so the Queen would have no choice but to marry the two of you," he tells you seriously.

The feeling of shame mixes with the pain in your chest, with surprise still in your eyes, you feel the confusion, worry, disappointment and fear all over your body.

And now it is also the sadness that settles deep inside you, wanting to wish that none of this that is happening is real.

You babble, trying to find the right words to explain yourself in the midst of all this and everything you are feeling with that lump in your throat and in your stomach, having the impression that at any moment you are going to throw up.

"B-but he told me... the prince assured me that he would ask for my hand-

"Yes Y/N, the prince did but the Queen and the Hand did not approve of the union."

Your father repeats to you seriously, causing more pain inside you at the news.

"Otto Hightower was furious, he and the Queen could not believe what the prince was saying."

Confusion, despair and pain mingle with the tears that begin to stream down your cheeks, crying silently, pressing your lips together to prevent any sobs from escaping, as you feel a sharp pain in your chest that burns and hurts you inside.

It all falls on you like a painful weight on your heart, barely managing to process the magnitude of the situation.

And your father, seeing your state, with your pain and anguish, even though this was not something he expected from you and he is extremely upset and disappointed like your mother, sighs and approaches you.

"The Queen apologized to us for her son's indiscretion. And to make up for this mistake and the bad time we had to go through, she has promised us to secure a good marriage for you with Lord Ronan or Lord Alan after all," your father reveals to you as well.

The news penetrates your heart, adding additional weight to your already overwhelming emotions.

Tears continue to wet your cheeks, for although you feel a momentary relief at hearing your father's words, it is overshadowed by the heaviness of the pain that still lingers within you.

Knowing this still hurts you, completely. The news of your future marriage seeming more like a burden than a hope.

For it is not Aemond you will marry, when it was meant to be.

"The prince instantly questioned this, he disagreed and tried to convince his mother. However, his grandsire intervened and told him that he too will soon marry Lady Baratheon. Because of his mistake, his wedding will take place in the next few days to dispel the rumors and try to make amends with his betrothed and Lord Borros by the time they find out," he explains, "Still, the boy did not agree, he was furious. They both started yelling, but his grandfather confronted him skillfully and got him to say no more and finally accept it."

And then your heart ends up breaking into a thousand pieces.

The weight of reality looms over you and your broken heart in an overwhelming way, with the weight of disappointment and sadness is unbearable. And in the midst of all that whirlwind of pain, understanding slowly seeps into your consciousness.

Aemond, the prince you naively sacrificed so much on, didn't fight hard enough for you.

Bitterness intertwines with your sadness at the realization. For he was only content to accept the circumstances, throwing you away to marry another man.

He could have refused, he could have even asked for support from his father, the King, who has the final say in everything. And while you understand that his life decisions are not entirely his, at least he could have done a little more.

While you would have risked everything for him, he did nothing. And with that, your mother's words settle inside your mind, accepting and acknowledging them: foolish, naive and a whore.

He said he loved you, but perhaps last night left him completely satisfied enough and that's why he decided to accept your fate and his without fight it.

A bitter resignation settles into your being, as your tears continue their silent march down your cheeks, wondering if this was his plan all along, to simply give you up after anticipating that his mother and grandfather would never have approved of the union.

For he loses nothing and in fact he did not, for he will marry Floris and when all this is known by the Court, he will not be affected by the rumors, for he is a man.

But you... you lose everything, your dignity and reputation, for being the woman.

And although your father understands the sadness that overwhelms you, he prepares to reveal more news.

"The decision about your future husband was also made at that very moment and it was Lord Ronan who accepted our and the Queen's proposal, along with the approval of his father, Lord Redwyne, in spite of everything," he announces in his slightly soft but serious tone.

And his words echo throughout the room like a final verdict.

But his words especially echo in your ears like a distant echo, as you struggle to process this news, trying to keep your posture, but you cannot.

And resignation mixes with sadness inside you.

You can only let more tears fall, unable to formulate any words, besides you have no right to fight against this.

How could you after, thank the Gods, you will still be able to get married when normally the already ruined girls don't make it?

They are doing you a favor. But still your heart continues to ache. How will it be possible to find happiness in this marriage, when your heart still yearns for someone who is no longer willing to fight for you and practically turned his back on you?

And the news doesn't end there, as your father continues to speak.

"Tomorrow at dawn, you are leaving with Lord Ronan and his family to the south, where their settlements are located, The Arbor."

He announces and your heart stop again, watching him in surprise through your tears and all your suffering face.

"There is where the wedding will take place and we will eventually travel there within the next few weeks to be present, until we manage to calm things down here and our reputation is not so affected," he lets you know.

"Father-

You try to speak with your voice completely broken, but barely the word manages to escape your lips when he won't allow you to speak.

"And there is no argument back against this," he sentences.

With your voice muffled, you don't try to say anything more, as you can't and have no right.

And in the middle of the room filled with regret, you cling to the last spark of resistance within you. Tears are still flowing from your eyes and your sadness has given way to a kind of cold resignation.

The thought of leaving for distant lands, far from what you know, adds yet another layer of complexity to the storm that is passing, as the world you know seems to be crumbling around you.

But everything is already decided.

And knowing that very soon the entire Court will learn of these unfortunate events in the name of your family, your parents lock you in your chamber, with guards guarding your doors, where your father gives the order that no one may enter or leave.

And once within the walls of your room, all alone, with your pain and humiliation, you allow yourself to cry freely and let out all your emotions, with each sob sending a pang of pain to your chest to such an extent that you don't even have tears to cry anymore.

So you can only stare at one spot in your room with your gaze lost, tears drying on both of your cheeks and your whole body aching internally.

When your gaze lands on your secret door, between hope, sadness and despair, you honestly hope he will come.

You long for him to come and explain what happened, to let you know that he has not left you alone nor did he give you up as easily as you were told. You simply wish that, that he would come and comfort you, explain, not let you go.

Yet the silence persists and your hope fades until there is no more daylight coming through your windows.

He chooses to avoid your face and a confrontation, leaving you all alone in the coldness of your room, doing nothing for you.

And you allow, completely broken and hopeless, your room to feel like a crippling prison and darkness to envelop you all around, not having the strength and courage for anything, letting the feeling of betrayal take over and accepting the cruel reality.

He has definitely betrayed you.

And at dawn, you watch as your maids pack up all your possessions, while you watch without saying or doing anything, while your father tries to get you to react, telling you that this is the best thing for everyone, but you say nothing back.

Your mother makes no attempt to talk to you, yet her presence is present, but this does not matter too much to you, as you are silently learning to face the consequences of your own actions and your naive decisions.

You don't even say goodbye to your parents. Or at least it is not an emotional farewell, as you feel nothing.

And finally you emerge from the shadows of Red Keep, walking down the halls with a cold and disinterested attitude, with an expression that shows no emotion. You simply allow yourself to feel nothing more, already too hurt and humiliated to suffer any more.

In the hallways you do not cross paths with a person especially characterized by silver hair, nor with anyone else of the royal family, not even with members of the Court, simply because your father chose the right time in the morning so that you would not cross paths with anyone.

And as you reach the gates and the carriage that will take you away, you look for the last time at the high walls of the place that was once your home, with the feeling that not only are you leaving behind many people and memories, but you are also leaving behind the pieces of your broken heart.

And without looking back any further, you climb into the carriage, leaving King's Landing and everything you know behind.

And at no time did anyone try to stop you. Much less look for you.

After arriving at the Arbor Island, your past life is put on pause for the entire journey.

It was weeks of getting to know other places, especially the lands of The Reach, which are known for being supplied with water and many green areas, which was the most beautiful thing you have ever seen in your life, those roads full of green grass, tall trees and beautiful flowers of different kinds.

You witnessed all this at Rosewood and Bitterbrige, but all this was seen most especially at Highgarden, where the whole cavalry made a stop for the supply of more provisions and a short rest, where you could meet the much acclaimed Tyrell settlement.

And eventually the final stop was made at the Three Towers, where a Redwyne ship took you to the island.

And now about a moon has passed since you settled here.

Everything is absolutely green, the castle is huge with trees and rivers all around, the ocean is not far away and Lord Alan, your betrothed, does his best to make you feel at home, showing you the beauty of the landscapes and the kindness of the residents who are at his family's disposal.

He also shows you the process of making the acclaimed wines and even the military force, as the Redwyne fleet is the most powerful after the king's.

And neither of you, much less him, mentions what happened at King's Landing.

However, coming to a new place, being your new home, settling into your new chamber, being among new walls and a new exterior different from the one that surrounded you before, it brings the pain of the past. And although the place here and all that it holds is beautiful, it does not please you.

You can't fully appreciate the efforts of your future husband or even the efforts of his mother, a kind woman who is happy with your presence and gives you everything you need to make you feel comfortable.

But you are simply not happy.

Your stay here is extremely difficult for you. Sadness invades you without being able to control it and every day is a struggle to be grateful for this, to make yourself understand that you have to forget and accept. That you will never see him again.

And with time, you get used to this change. You learn to recognize the differences between your old home and the new one, even though you still can't stop comparing.

You also don't hear any news about King's Landing since you arrived, particularly from him, you don't ask because you have no interest. This more than anything else has become a haven of indifference, a barrier that you yourself have built to protect yourself.

And all it requires of your time is to familiarize yourself with the place, to spend some time with Lord Ronan and his mother, as well as to listen to the preparations for your upcoming wedding.

The whispers of the people of the Arbor, the murmurs about the union that is coming and will take place soon, where everyone will be celebrating, before all this would have filled your heart with joy and anticipation.

But now, they are just silent reminders of a past that was supposed to belong to someone else.

And the one who is most pleased and visibly excited about the wedding is your mother-to-be by law, Lady Bethany, with whom it becomes a ritual every evening to come and have tea with her.

The aroma of tea fills the terrace as you and Lady Bethany share a quiet moment. Lord Redwyne is currently in the island's harbor overseeing his fleet while Ronan is at his daily training.

The view of the green and beautiful gardens with the ocean in the background creates a serene and peaceful atmosphere, with the sound of birds and other insects enveloping you both.

Lady Bethany, elegantly dressed in a dress of warm tones, wears an elegant pearl necklace that sparkles with every movement. Her gaze, piercing and shrewd, contrasts with the serenity and gentleness in her manner, especially when it comes to you.

"I'm sure the wedding preparations have you exhausted to this point, my dear," she tells you as she holds her dainty teacup gracefully.

"No, no, not at all, my Lady," you lie, trying to make your words convincing, just like your face.

"Well, with the wedding approaching so quickly, I'd like to talk to you about a few final details."

You nod politely, holding your own cup of tea with forced elegance.

"I'm sure you'll love our Septon, it sits among many of our beautiful gardens. It's not very large but it has everything in need," she speaks with an enthusiastic tone, "I was also thinking that the feast could be held right here," she points to the beautiful garden in front of you, "It will be lovely and we have everything we need to be able to fit it in."

She continues talking, but despite the exquisite details Lady Bethany describes to you, your mind is far from the wedding preparations.

You hear what she says, but you don't pay attention to it, hearing it as a distant voice to you, echoing in your ears. You know what you are doing is wrong, rude and inappropriate, but you cannot.

You can't rejoice and enjoy this.

When suddenly, a guard approaches, interrupting the conversation with a respectful bow.

"My Lady's," he bows his head, "I apologize for the interruption."

"No problem, Sr. Stefan," Lady Bethany tells him kindly and cordially, "What has happened?"

"The seamstress has arrived, my Lady," he informs her, "She said she had an engagement with you."

"Oh!" she exclaims with a surprised face, "I quite forgot," he says as he begins to set his tea cup back on the table, rising to his feet, "My dear, I am afraid I must retire for a moment."

"It's all right, my Lady, don't worry," you assure her with a soft smile and she nods in your direction, smiling back at you.

"Very well. I'll see you at dinner time then."

You nod, keeping a soft expression as she walks away down the halls gracefully with the guard behind her.

And now being in your own company, you decide to go for a stroll through the outer corridors that offer the most breathtaking views of the gardens and the ocean stretching into the distance.

Lost in your own thoughts, you walk with your gaze lost in the horizon, when suddenly a firm hand with a certain brutality grabs you by your waist, dragging you into a lonely corner to leave you with no escape.

A stifled scream escapes your lips, as another hand is quickly placed over your mouth.

Your whole world stops for an instant, terror in your entire being, as you scream against that hand and desperately search the hallway for one of the guards, but there is not a single one in sight.

So you struggle to free yourself, screaming and shaking your whole body, but this person's hands block your every move with ease.

"Shh..." a familiar voice whispers close to your ear, where again everything inside you freezes and you open your eyes wide, "Easy, love."

A shiver runs through your entire body, your breath catches and disbelief takes over.

No.

This can't be.

This is impossible.

Your heart begins to pound harder, as you breathe hard through your mouth, your mind refusing to accept what is happening.

Yet you feel the familiarity of those hands, the warmth of his body against yours, feeling his breath on top of your neck and that voice... you know.

You know deep down inside that it really is him.

And the fact is further confirmed the moment he brings his lips to your ear to speak softly to you.

"I'm going to remove my hand now but first I want you to promise that you won't shout or make any fuss, understood? Let's not complicate things, love."

The words barely reach your ears as you process the strange reality of the situation, feeling like your heart will burst out of your chest at any moment as tears begin to form in your eyes.

"Now nod if you have understood," he tells you with a tone of authority.

And in the midst of confusion, surprise, disbelief and everything else you're feeling, your head nods involuntarily, unsure.

"Good girl," he coos in your ear.

You feel the tension in your shoulders and can feel the vibration of his words through your body as he slowly removes his hand from your mouth, letting the air fill your lungs again.

And finally, he gently turns you so that you are both facing each other, his gaze eventually meeting yours.

He's wearing a hood with a cloak that wraps around his face, figure, and also perfectly hides his characteristic silver hair. And somehow, the dark of his clothes slightly camouflages the patch covering his left eye.

The shadow of the hood slips subtly over his facial features, adding a mystery to his presence. And to the side of his hip, his long sword hides between his cloak and body, revealing a bit of his hilt.

You can feel the whirlwind of emotions inside you, from surprise to sadness to anger, as his gaze intensifies, staring at you, his expression hard to decipher.

He is truly here, standing in front of you.

And the air seems to stop for a moment, as if the whole world is suspended by this unexpected encounter. The physical proximity between the two of you is obvious and not because you want it that way, but because the surprise leaves you paralyzed and you can't believe it.

Until finally he speaks.

"There you are," he murmurs with a barely visible smile on his lips, "It took me a while to get here."

It took him a while to get here?

You repeat in your mind, flooded with conflicting emotions, surprise, sadness and anger. How can he be here, after everything that happened? And why just now?

"What are you doing here?" you ask almost in a whisper, your voice completely broken, feeling tears stream down your cheeks, a reaction that takes him by surprise.

"I came for you, of course," he says, placing one of his hands on your waist again and the other on your cheek, wiping away your tears with his thumb, watching you confused and attentive, "Why are you crying?"

I came for you.

The thought leaves you speechless, with his presence and closeness seeming almost intoxicating to you, not bearing it, trying to process the reality of his presence.

And the tears in your eyes reflect the mixture of pain and sadness you feel at that moment.

And finally, not knowing where exactly you take the strength from, as you feel completely weak, you let go of his grip and take a step back with your gaze lowered, an action that Aemond doesn't expect and completely confuses him.

And he receiving no response from you, he acts, ignoring that gesture of yours for the moment, aware that he can't waste any time.

"We should leave before anyone sees us," he mutters, averting his gaze to the hallways to make sure no guards are approaching, attentive and fully alert, "Now."

You, however, stand still, unmoving at his proposal, his words floating in the air and echoing in your ears, creating a palpable tension around you.

"Come."

He says to you, taking your arm, trying to pull you forward along with him. But, again, you don't move and this gets his attention, beginning to get desperate.

"Y/N," he calls to you in a demanding, serious tone.

"No," you finally say, trying to hear yourself firm, breathing hard, "I-I can't," you falter, once again releasing yourself from his grip, not even looking him in the eye, nervousness, confusion and fear taking hold of you, "Leave me alone."

You try to pull away from him, but he stops you, surprised by your words, his gaze reflecting the mixture of disbelief and concern.

"Please, Y/N, there's no time for explanations now," he insists, "We need to leave," he begs, pulling your body closer to his, anxiety rising in you as he looks at you intently, "I promise I'll explain everything and tell you everything, everything you want to know when we leave here."

"I can't leave. I have commitments here," you sentence in the midst of all your pain, trying to look strong.

And once again you loosen your grip on him and try to pull away from him, which ends up wearing his patience thin.

"Oh yes?"

You hear the mockery in his tone behind you and once again, he stops you and grabs you by the waist, gluing your body to his.

"And you think I care about that?" he murmurs dangerously close to your face, watching you defiantly, stealing your breath, "I've already come this far and you're wrong if you think I'll leave empty handed."

Despite the closeness and the threat in his words, you maintain your stance and the next words escape your lips with a firmness that surprises even yourself.

"This is a mistake, Aemond. You shouldn't even be here. You can't take me away."

Aemond watches you in frustration, letting out a sigh, but also having a determination on his face.

"Y/N, you don't understand-

"No, I do understand," you interrupt him with a lump in your throat, "I understood perfectly when you left me alone and did nothing when they decided to send me away after you fuck me."

If there is pain in your words and the cruel reality of them, you don't show it and again free yourself from his grip, which in all your attempts are successful, but he immediately grabs you again with renewed firmness, seeking to make you understand, as if he can fix everything with his presence.

"I told you I'll explain everything when-

"And that makes ten."

He is interrupted now by a third voice also familiar between the two of you, that person appearing doubling down the hallway you are in, just ahead of you.

And before you or Aemond can worry and even act, good and bad, this does not happen, as for like him, Aegon Targaryen has a hood and cloak on, hiding his hair and identity.

And without showing the slightest concern, he drags an unconscious guard away with all his might.

"Hey guys," he says with all the normality in the world when he notices you both, dropping the man's legs with a subtle thump, "I hope he wakes up soon," he comments with a spark of mockery in his tone, observing you and then his brother with a grin, "Good, you finally found her. Now can we go? This playing princes to the rescue is exhausting. I'm not drunk enough for this, I need to drink."

Aemond lets out a sigh and looks at him reproachfully, not letting you go.

"I told you to be discreet when you have to do that."

"That's what I'm doing," he defends himself, "But this man is heavier than the others and I had to drag him," he says and then kicks him gently in the side of his stomach.

Aemond rolls his eye.

"And in fact, I think the other guards already noticed. So we'd better go now," he adds, more serious.

He then picks up a sack hanging over his shoulder, tossing it to Aemond, who nimbly catches it in mid-air and opens it, pulling out another hood just like the one the two of them have and holds it out to you with an expectant, menacing look.

"Now... do I take you with me the good or the bad way?"

Aemond holds the hood in his hand, waiting for your answer and what you are going to do, but you in the midst of confusion and pain, also seeming too much like even Aegon is here, helping him, still try to reason with him.

"Aemond, this is wrong," you plead, "Our families will be furious and this will become a huge problem if you take me with you."

He looks at you, his expression showing no remorse, brushing past your words, not caring.

"Very soon, the guards and surely your dear Ronan will surround us," he begins to tell you in a low tone and in warning, "And you don't want me to hurt him again, do you?" he inquires you coldly, "This time I will not be merciful but if you come with me for good, I will allow him to live."

His words hit you like a bucket of cold water, looking at him completely shocked and horrified, unable to believe it, with the reality of danger taking hold of you.

"I've already made a huge problem out of this by simply coming here, Y/N. Of course my family has figured out because Vhagar and Sunfyre left DragonPit. And believe me I'm not going to mind getting my hands more dirty."

The mention of Ronan is like a dagger stabbing into your chest, reminding you of the implications and the risk Aemond is willing to take.

And it's not fair.

Ronan doesn't deserve it.

He's been nothing but kind and supportive to you, always every moment you were in his company being supportive and wanting to make you feel comfortable, visibly excited and happy every time he showed you his home and what he's so characteristic of.

And while there is also the fear of the consequences of these actions, you feel more of an urgency to protect Ronan, because you will never forgive yourself if something bad happens to him because of you, much less him dying.

"You decide," Aemond says to you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Brother, we have to go now," Aegon announces worriedly, peering intently down one of the corridors, alert.

And there you know.

You press your lips together, don't let any more tears fall and resigned, with your jaw clenched, you practically snatch the black cloaked hood out of his hand and take a couple of steps forward, not wanting to watch him, instantly putting it around your dress and also over your head, hiding your hair.

The tension between him and you is evident and once you finish, he again grabs your arm.

"Let's go," he says to both of you.

Aegon leads the way, and the three of you without wasting any more time enter the huge gardens, instantly with bushes and trees covering you. And as the three of you make your way through the leaves, you hear the sound of them and the rustle of branches with every movement.

And though Aemond guides you, your thoughts are filled with more and more worries and unanswered questions as you go along, anticipating the enormous trouble and scandal this escape is going to bring when your family and Aemond's family finds out.

And behind you, you hear the sound of guards and commotion beginning to be made in the castle, reporting the intruders.

"Now, now, now," Aegon hurries.

Aemond makes you run faster and soon the three of you reach the edge of the island, making your way through the white sand, where you make out a small boat waiting on the seashore, hidden among logs and large palm fronds.

The two brothers quickly push it into the water without much effort, where Aemond hurries you up, instantly wetting the edges of your dress, though it is of no matter.

And once the three of you are up, the two of them take the oars and start pushing the waters.

"This shit is the only thing I didn't like about all this," Aegon says grumpily, making force.

You suppose that having flown the dragons to the island would have been dangerous and the guards would have given the warning before the two of them could have even entered the castle.

So you look back to see if anyone is following them and fortunately they are not, relieving and saddening you at the same time.

The distance from the island to The Reach lands is fortunately short, so you soon approach the shore, to a smaller, unguarded harbor where there are two men watching them as you approach, this alerting you but not alerting the two Targaryen brothers at all.

And once you reach the shore, Aegon is the one who helps you out of the small boat, and then thanks the two men, who take the boat and you see how they have more boats set up in this harbor with oars and fishing nets, so you assume they are fishermen.

And then it is Aemond who approaches them.

"Thank you very much," he tells them and then holds out a small sack to each of them, clearly filled with coins.

"It has been a pleasure, my prince," one of them replies.

And he turns his attention back to you.

"Come," he says, taking your arm again, making you walk.

You don't really know where you are, but you can guess what the city of the Three Towers is, only that the three of you are in a less frequented part of the city.

And with Aegon again leading the way, soon enough you see the dragons hiding behind a small dune, near the harbor, where the great immensity of Vhagar surprises you and makes Sunfyre look extremely small beside him.

You never had the privilege of flying in Vhagar before but today looks like it will be the day.

Aegon turns to Sunfyre and as you and Aemond approach the great dragoness, Aemond says some words to her in High Valyrian that you don't understand, but the imposing figure of her makes you feel intimidated and clearly frightened, especially the moment her huge eyes inspect you after Aemond says those words to her.

"Easy, she's not going to hurt you," Aemond tells you, taking your hand.

Vhagar lets out a short roar in the direction of both of you and that makes you startle.

"Don't be afraid. It's all right," he assures you, leading you with him towards the nets to climb up and mount it.

And you have no choice but to comply.

Aemond and Aegon avoid flying over the lands where the news will come faster where two dragons were seen together in the skies.

Instead, they choose to fly over a part of Dorne and reach the lands of Storm's End, where they are characterized by bad weather, icy winds, heavy rains and thunderstorms, so both brothers decide to stop at Mistwood so that, more than anything else, the dragons can rest.

Throughout the flight with Aemond you made no effort to talk and fortunately neither did he.

At first being in the skies in such a large dragon made you experience a completely unfamiliar sensation that you had never felt before, with mixed emotions, excitement being the strongest of all.

It was simply something unique to you and that you can't quite describe, but it made you forget for a moment about everything that was happend.

Aemond couldn't help the smile on his face when he saw that expression on your face, understanding very well what you were feeling, feeling good after so many weeks, calm and at peace, finally having you in his arms.

He couldn't help but watch you with that adoration, even though he knew there was still something missing in all of this.

Eventually you began to get used to the sensation of flight and you start to feel nervous and uncomfortable as you feel Aemond's body touching yours, as he practically has you locked in his arms.

But finally that ends, for now, as the three of you make a stop due to exhaustion and bad weather.

The three of you seek shelter in a tavern where they also offer temporary lodging. There aren't many people when the three of you enter, just a few men drinking and two women refilling their drinks, while there's an old man behind a piece of wooden furniture.

"How can I help you?"

"Do you have rooms available?" asks Aemond.

"Yeah, six rooms available," he says as he notices the poor keys hanging on the wall behind him.

"I'll stay here for a while," Aegon says suddenly, "I need a drink or I swear I'll go mad."

"You can drink in the room," Aemond tells him reproachfully, "I'm not going to stay up all night making sure you're all right and don't get into any trouble."

"Fine, as you wish," Aegon replies to him raising his hands in surrender.

"So how many rooms, boy?" the man asks.

You swear he is about to say two, but perhaps he could have sensed the discomfort and tension emanating from your body. And then he lets out a long breath.

"Three rooms, please."

You internally thank him, feeling instantly relieved, as he makes the payment.

One of the women leads you to the rooms, and you enter yours without addressing a word to any of the brothers, desperately needing to be alone and give yourself a time, as well as take a bath.

Fortunately no one bothers you and you only require the help of the woman from before to fill the bathtub with warm water. And she also kindly provides you with dry clothes while you let your rain-soaked dress dry by the warmth of the fireplace.

Then you watch the rain fall through the small window as you stand near the fire, when there is a soft knock on your door. And before you can answer, the door opens and Aemond enters the room, watching you intently.

You press your lips together and lower your gaze, pretending to be occupied with something in your hands.

"Are you all right?" he asks you softly and attentively, keeping a respectful distance.

"Yes," you answer briefly and without emotion, only hearing between the two of you the creaking of wood and the rain outside.

"Do you need anything?"

"No."

He lets out a long breath and guessing from this, he must look tired and frustrated, to which you decide not to take any notice and continue without looking at him, wanting to be alone.

"If you need anything or anything happens, I'll be next door."

You don't say anything, just bite the inside of your cheek and wait for him to finally leave.

"Good night," he says in a defeated voice then walks away and closes the door.

At dawn and practically at first light, the three of you resume your flight back to King's Landing.

The three of you approach Vhagar and Sunfyre, who are not far from the tavern, hidden in the forest among huge and frightening trees. Aegon mounts his dragon first, and again Aemond helps you scale Vhagar's massive size, standing behind you at all times and making sure you don't fall.

And with a mighty flapping of wings, the two dragons take to the sky with flight towards the horizon.

And while it was impossible not to think that the flight with Aemond would be uncomfortable again, you still hoped that things between him and you wouldn't feel so tense.

However, that's exactly what happens.

Practically your back is against his chest, his arms on either side of your waist to take the reins and every now and then you feel his warm breath on the back of your neck which, without knowing exactly why, sends shivers all over your body and makes you uncomfortable.

Being with him like this only relives the first and last time you both spent the night together in your mind and you want to take your distance, which is impossible. And it also relives the pain.

What happened the next morning makes the whole memory painful and overshadows all the happiness you felt at the time.

And in the midst of everything you're feeling, wishing this would end soon, Aemond suddenly breaks the silence between the two of you.

"They never told me," he murmurs in your ear, tensing your body the instant you hear him.

His words leave you bewildered. You don't understand what he's referring to, but you don't decide to ask either. And in the silence that follows, Aemond continues.

"They never told me they would send you away the next day."

This makes your heart flip and involuntarily this catches your attention, not daring to say anything, let alone turn your head to watch him, but feeling the intrigue inside you.

"After everything that happened in the Council Chamber, I had a plan."

He confesses to you and your breath catches at that moment.

"I wanted to keep my mother and grandsire off guard by making them think I had agreed to their terms. And I didn't look for you all that day because I was planning, that at the right time, I would come for you with the help of Aegon and Helaena and we would marry in secret at the Septon."

The impact of his words resonates within you, creating surprise and disbelief in your thoughts, as you feel your heart begin to beat too hard and you begin to breathe through your mouth.

"But I didn't know that, besides trying to see you would be too risky and would only delay things more, so I focused on preparing a discreet escape," he continues with his tone relieving his vulnerability, "And when Hel didn't see you with the ladies or anywhere else, she told me and I got worried. I tried to look for you, but before I knew it, you were gone."

You bite the inside of your cheek as tears begin to form in your eyes and you process the revelation of his words that envelopes you in a sense of overwhelming emotions, shock, disbelief and sadness.

"I couldn't do anything against it and my plan fell apart," he admits, in his voice mixing regret and frustration, "I had hoped to be able to explain you, to take you as my wife and protect you from everything that would come after, because being wed no one could separate us anymore. But, as always, nothing went as I expected and I failed."

The surprise fades and leaves room for sadness and regret, as silence stretches between the two and only the sound of the wind and the flapping of Vhagar's huge wings can be heard.

With the unexpected revelations, Aemond's words float in the air and for a moment you find yourself lost in the feeling of your emotions, with tears streaming down your cheeks, with the feeling of regret and frustration, realizing the complexity of the situation now and then.

You still can't watch him, even though you feel Aemond tilt his head over one of your shoulders, wanting to watch you, but you don't let him. And now it is you who dares to break the silence with a shaky question.

"Did you get married?" you ask, tears still sliding down your cheeks.

"No, Y/N. I never did."

You instantly frown, not understanding.

Your father that very day told you that Aemond was to be wed soon, but not to you. Besides, the Queen and the Hand seemed very serious about making amends with Lord Borros and Floris Baratheon, so the wedding must have taken place, definitely.

"But... my father told me that day..." you swallow hard, " That your wedding to Lady Floris would take place in the next few days."

Aemond sighs and you can feel the heaviness in his reply.

"Yes, but I did everything I could to delay that wedding and eventually... it never happened."

You are silent for a moment, breathing through your mouth.

"And what happened?" you ask in a shaky voice.

"Two days ago the wedding finally took place but Aegon helped me escape the Keep to come for you."

Aemond's words clutch at your heart and disbelief along with surprise intertwine within you as you try to process the magnitude of the words he has just revealed, leaving you breathless. Even you can't describe exactly what you feel.

He abandoned his family.

He did not fulfill his duty... for you.

Surprise mixes with relief in your emotions, but uncertainty also arises. And finally, your eyes desperately seek his, needing him to confirm that what he is telling you is no lie.

His gaze seeks yours for understanding and support, being terribly honest with you. And in the midst of all his remorse and determination, a faint sad smile forms on his lips, in your direction.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, insistent and pleading, "I truly didn't know you'd be sent away the next day and had I known..." he sighs, averting his gaze from yours for the burden of the situation and denies with his head, "I thought my plan would work."

You can't say anything, you don't even know what exactly you feel about all this as Aemond stands there, sadness and determination in his gaze, waiting for your reaction.

But you can't think clearly, you can only look away from him and stare straight ahead, your lips parted.

You still feel shocked, but now you understand the depth of the sacrifices he has made, something you had no idea of. How could you have known that he, for you, had abandoned his duty even considering the grave consequences he will soon have with his family?

When you first saw him on the island, you thought he was married to Floris and only wanted to take you for his selfish whim. But now, you understand everything.

And yet the words get stuck in your throat as you struggle to articulate a response, sadness reflecting in your eyes and you don't even know what to do, unable to fully articulate your thoughts and feelings.

When he again speaks, breaking the silence.

"Do you still hate me?" he asks you softly and with some fear.

His tone carries with it uncertainty and he gives you your full attention, as you take a moment before responding, trying to find the right words for everything you're feeling at that moment.

"I don't know," you confess, in a low murmur, not daring to look at him, "It's too much... all of this is too much."

He nods sympathetically, understanding everything you must be feeling. And, a little unsure at first, he lifts one of his hands slowly, as if afraid that any sudden movement might break the calmness of the situation and then his fingers gently touch your cheek, caressing you slowly, turning your face very carefully towards his.

And there he is again, seeing his beautiful violet eye and unconsciously, his touch and closeness comfort you.

"I just want you to know that every choice I made was in the hope that we could finally be together, as husband and wife," he tells you sincerely.

And again you close your eyes and let the tears roll down your cheeks and he wipes them away, hating to see you cry, not liking that sight but doing his best to ease your pain, even though he is the cause.

"At least you could have let me know what you were planning... in one way or another," you say sadly, "You truly hurt me that day and I felt so... used and broken."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," he says instantly, sad and remorseful, "I'm very sorry, my sweet girl. I promise you that was never my intention. I never thought badly of you, nor was it my wish for you to marry someone else. When I was told that I was furious, Y/N. Especially because I couldn't say anything about it. And when I found out you were gone... I swear I felt I was going to go mad."

You notice the sincerity of his confession and let out a long breath, as Aemond releases the reins with his free hand and holds it at your waist, hugging you. And then he rests his forehead against the side of your head, then leaves soft, comforting kisses on your left cheek.

And despite the discomfort of the position you find yourself in, you turn your body as best you can and seek refuge in his arms, close your eyes and feel the warmth emanating from his body instantly.

His fingers begin to trace gentle circles on your back above your cloak, seeking to bring you comfort and understanding.

Tears continue to slowly stream down your cheeks as he holds you against his body, the difference being that you no longer feel that weight on your being and feel relief instead.

You sigh deeply as Aemond's fingers now gently caress your head, until you finally feel good and separate yourself enough from him to look into his eye.

But you say nothing, just tilt your head towards him and the two of you bring your foreheads together, as Vhagar continues the course of the flight and Sunfyre keeps flying by a few more clouds above.

"Are you all right?" he asks you softly and you nod.

You close your eyes and look straight ahead again, dropping your head between his chest and shoulder with a relieved gesture, to which he can more easily enclose you in his arms.

"Yes," you murmur, then look around briefly.

It's impossible to tell where you are from this height, mostly because you're unfamiliar with the skies, so you decide to ask.

"How close are we to King's Landing?"

You wait for him to respond by telling you that they are flying over the name of some land and give you an approximate of how long until they both arrive at the place where chaos will once again be unleashed by the actions of both of you.

However, you don't expect that kind of answer at all.

"We are not flying into King's Landing."

Instantly you raise your face to him in complete bewilderment.

"I'm going to take you somewhere else."

"Where to?" you ask completely attentive.

Aemond doesn't say anything right away, just lets the wind wrap around you both for a moment as your unease envelops you and you continue to watch him waiting for an answer.

"To Dragonstone."

He finally says and another pause hangs in the air as you raise your eyebrows, still not fully comprehending, when his gaze meets yours, as if he is searching for some clue in your eyes before he continues.

"That's where we're getting married."

Total surprise takes hold of you, your mouth half opens but no words come out and for an instant, nothing comes to your mind to make you react.

Aemond watches your reaction, fearful of what your expression might reflect. And the uncertainty in his gaze mixes with fear as he watches you completely attentively.

"You still want to marry me?" he asks.

His question hangs in the air, as time seems to fade around you and a wave of thoughts invade your mind, surprise and trepidation, deeply understanding his intentions.

Uncertainty is still present, but a spark of longing begins to glow in your eyes.

Aemond eagerly awaits your response, his watchful gaze searching for any expression in yours. And there you see how his own burden of desire and waiting for your acceptance is there.

Then you feel a surge of warmth in your chest.

And finally a small smile forms on your lips, and then you slowly lean into him, closing the distance between you, and press your lips gently on top of his.

It is your silent response, but full of meaning.

And at this, Aemond relieves, feeling the certainty of your choice, while his arms hold you tenderly, as if he fears this is a cruel dream, responding to your kiss with as much warmth and touch as possible.

The wind fiddles with your hair as the majestic flapping of Vhagar's wings engulfs them, heading towards Dragonstone with a great and promising purpose.

And soon both dragons find themselves landing on the island, where Princess Rhaenyra, Princess of Dragonstone, resides with her family.

At Dragonstone, Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen, along with several other guards, immediately emerge from the black castle with confused, distrustful and curious gazes.

Aemond is the one who takes the word, addressing Rhaenyra, but it is Daemon who responds and very soon they find themselves having an intense discussion. It is Daemon who proclaims that neither of them have any place on the island and that they should not be here.

Aegon and Aemond argue with this, trying to talk to Rhaenyra mainly, but Daemon always vouches for her. Until finally Rhaenyra speaks and listens to the request of her two half-brothers.

Despite the clear rivalry between the two families of the very ill King Viserys, for Rhaenyra that they, especially Aemond, have thought of her to ask for her help with matters of the heart and not politics, speaks to her.

Despite the accident at Driftmark, a night Rhaenyra later spent a lot of time thinking about, she understands that from the beginning, since she and Alicent were little girls, the problem was always with Otto Hightower and his persuasive ideas on Crown decisions.

And when Rhaenyra agrees to help them, Aemond thinks that this is not the acceptance of forgiveness, it is just her half-sister doing him a favor she owes him for that terrible night, where Luke received no punishment.

Besides, there is no time to remember past events, the only thing he cares about is marrying you as soon as possible.

Daemon reproaches and questions his wife's decision, but she decides not to listen to him. She simply wants peace to finally exist between her father's two families and in the Realm.

Rhaenyra provides Aemond and you with everything you need. Even the robes, the dragonglass, the chalice and she also offers to officiate the union for lack of a Septon at the time.

And then... finally the Valyrian wedding takes place amidst the ancestral stones of Dragonstone.

The wind caresses your faces, as if the ancient dragons and the ancient Gods were present, blessing this special moment. You and Aemond stare at each other, face to face, with Aegon as your witness, as Rhaenyra recites the words in High Valyrian.

"Hen lantoti ānogar."

Blood of two.

"Va sȳndroti vāedroma."

Joined as one.

The blade cuts the lips of both, then both collect the blood with their thumbs and place it as a circle on each other's foreheads.

"Mēro perzot gīhoti."

Ghostly flame.

"Elēdroma iārza sīr."

And song of shadows.

"Izulī ampā perzī."

Two hearts as embers.

Then the two cut the palm of each other's hand, join them together and let the blood run into the chalice between your bodies.

"Prūmī lanti sēteksi."

Forged in fourteen fires.

"Hen jenȳ māzīlarion."

A future promised in glass.

The two drink from each other's blood.

"Qēnlossa ozūndessi."

The stars stand as witness.

"Sȳndroro ōñō jēdo."

The vow spoken through time.

"Rȳ kīva mazvestraksi."

Of darkness and light.

And finally, the Valyrian wedding is culminated and permanently sealed as the sun sets over Dragonstone and Aemond's lips claim yours in a passionate and needy kiss, with both of you tasting the faint taste of each other's blood on your lips.

And only then and there, the two of you are finally happy, this being what you had so longed for and hoped for, long ago giving it up for lost. But now, he can call you his wife and you call him your husband.

Eventually the news reaches King's Landing, unleashing a new wave of worry and trouble, but now both you and Aemond are at ease, for no one can separate you now, let alone discredit a Valyrian wedding.

And you both consummate the marriage under the moonlight reflecting off Dragonstone, joining as one, as it was meant to be, long ago.

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the whole feral scary naga thing is good👀 but do you know of a legend when a white snake was about to be killed but someone saved them, in return they became the snake’s bride? the delusional naga not only making things worst for the reader by forcing them to be their mate, but now the village has no choice but to sacrifice y/n if they dont want to starve to death (nagas in some cultures are higly respected and are important for livelihood and crops)

Oh my gosh... This is perfect... (I have heard of the legend but haven't researched it but even so it's perfect >:3)

You pet dogs and pspsps at cats when you see them, smile at the cows, and oink alongside pigs. All that and more, but you're not necessarily involved with animals as much as other people in your village. You like animals, and you tolerate them around you, but the thing that actually gets you excited is plants. No wonder you became the town's doctor as one of the few people who can differentiate between poisonous berries and digestible flowers. You are an integral part of the community. Nothing could threaten your position as a respected member and being needed by everyone.

Nothing but the damn naga you stumbled upon one day.

There were stories of these creatures, as with every belief, there are countless creatures to know of in your culture. You heard them, acknowledged them, but didn't actually believe in them. Most stories are scars for children anyway, and half-human, half-snake? Sounds impossible for you as a doctor.

For years you roamed the forests for plants for your medicine and studies. Years of never meeting anything scarier than a wild cat or a completely normal but still somewhat scary big snake. Years of walking in and out of the forest unscathed and unharmed. But you are immediately alerted when a human voice calls out to you from a pitfall. You don't recognize the voice from your village, but as a doctor, it's your duty to help.

You do everything you can, from telling them that you're there for them and will get them out of the trap and patch them up once they're out, to cutting vines to make a rope and throw it down into the dark. The possibilities of what could be down there don't unsettle you. All you see is your mission to help. When you tell them to try climbing your makeshift rope, you still expect a human to appear from the very deep, very large pitfall. Oh, how wrong you are.

Because while at first, you see the right things like hands, shoulders, a head, and hair, nothing from the waist down is normal about the suspected human clawing its way out of the trap. But it's too late now to cut the vines as its tail slowly drags itself out of the hole, the proportions becoming uncanny on a body much too big for a human and the tail much too white and standing out to be of a snake.

The real horror, though, is when you meet the creature's eyes, slits for pupils that fixate on you, dilating and narrowing as it musters its savior, its nose sniffing the air while you feel like you're going to throw up as you notice the claws, scales, fangs. The unnaturalness of this monster in front of you.

You made a mistake. A big one. The pitfall was not a dangerous creation for a human by a human. It was a last effort to save humans and keep a monster locked away in a prison it couldn't escape. You released it—enthusiastically even. The desperation you feel, knowing you might have doomed your village, is immeasurable. You can already hear their screams echoing in your ears as they are torn limb from limb by this monster, all while you'll probably die first, unable to help them as they call for you to heal them.

Both of you are staring at each other for what feels like a breathless eternity until the creature slithers—slithers!—towards you, its claws reaching out while you close your eyes, unable to watch it go for the kill. Its arms wrap around your body, and you gasp as it buries its face in the space between your neck and shoulder, your heartbeat racing as you listen to it sniff loudly, deeply inhaling and exhaling through its mouth. A mix of a purr and growl reaches your ears, vibrating in its chest and making you shiver in its grasp as the creature declares you as "Mate" before picking you up, feet dangling so far from the ground you might break a leg if you fall.

Luckily, that's not the creature's intention, and it seems delighted by you clawing at its shoulders, trying to hold on to it out of fear as it begins to carry you away. It's then that you realize that no way can you let it take you somewhere deeper into the forest. You are needed in your village! You are important! Too good to be eaten somewhere even your bones cannot be found anymore! It's a little scary, but as the creature has to lower itself to slip under tree branches and the like, you take the risk, kicking its stomach when it least expects it to create enough distance between arm and body to slip out.

You never ran as fast and breathless in your life as you did with the naga right behind you, crashing into tree trunks and hissing and growling, its claws always dangerously close to your body. You knew the forest well, but the only thing this monster seemed to care about was getting to you. It was foolish to lead it back to your village, but maybe... maybe! The warriors were skilled! The elders might know where to hit its weak spots! There was at least some hope that you could escape it!

The naga only caught up to you when you stumbled into the open clearing where your village was settled. Gasps and screams echoed around you while your face slammed into the ground involuntarily as you two collided, your body collapsing from the run. You heard the calls for the warriors, the terrified screams of the women and children, but all of a sudden, everything becomes very nauseatingly quiet.

Even with the hand of the naga pressing you down into the ground, keeping you from running from it anymore, you somehow manage to look up. What you see is almost more terrifying than all the possible scenarios you could have imagined. Everyone—the warriors, women, children, elders—knelt on the ground before you, bowing their heads, foreheads touching the dirty ground while you heard the unsettling sounds of the creature behind you, hissing and thumping its tail.

"My mate!" it declares loudly, possessively, and the people shudder in reverent fear. Finally, the oldest member of the tribe lifts their head, nodding before answering, "All yours. We will not interfere."

Their eyes fall on you, their lips silently mouthing, "I'm sorry."

You are once again picked up, settled tightly against the naga's chest, enveloped like an inconsolable child in its arms before it turns. You have to watch the villagers slowly rise to their feet as the creature spares their life with your sacrifice. The eldest shakes their head, turning to a warrior before asking how the naga could possibly escape. "I don't know," sighs the warrior. "But that's one more doctor lost to these creatures. And we tried so hard to keep this one."

"Better them than us," the eldest comforts him, patting the warrior's shoulder. "We knew the trap wouldn't be able to keep the naga from what they want forever."

Tears brimming your eyes, you meet the disappointed gazes of the village you thought you were so important to. People who gave you away in a heartbeat to appease some monster, and the bitterness overwhelms you as you realize they knew it was coming. Coming for you of all people, never telling you to leave the village and run for your life. Instead, they used you for as long as they could.

Until you rescued your own death sentence.

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What turns them on, gets them going?

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• Satan would get turned on by many things. He may be aroused by MC's appearance, their personality and charms.

• He may also be triggered by their touch or the sound of their voice. When it comes to activities, Satan would find certain positions and touches exciting and stimulating. He would also enjoy roleplaying with MC and exploring fantasies.

• However, Satan's biggest turn-on is MC's pleasure. Seeing MC experiencing pleasure and enjoying themselves drives him wild. Their reactions to the touches, sounds, and actions would make his heart beat faster and his breath be heavier.

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"You're the one wearinga short skirt, and you're complaining about me turning on?" The devil purred, his eyes trailing over your exposed thighs.

"Don't blame me for reacting to what you're offering. Now, come here, kitten." he pulled you close, his hands finding the hem of your skirt and lifting it slowly, revealing more of your legs.

"You're so beautiful." he whispered against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Sata—!" he pinned you against the bookshelf, his body pressed against yours.

"I think it's better for you to be quiet, unless you want someone to find us..." he growled, his eyes hungry as they scanned every inch of your exposed flesh.

The demon's lips trailed down your neck, leaving a fiery trail of kisses. With slow, deliberate movements, he traced a finger under your shirt, along the lace of your bra before pulling it off, revealing your perky breasts to his hungry gaze.

Unable to resist any longer, Satan devoured your breasts, nipples in his mouth, sucking and teasing them while his other hand explored the warm, slippery folds between your legs.

His fingers dipped inside your wetness, teasing and probing as he sought out your entrance. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed it inside you, filling you up slowly.

You bit your lip, feeling the burn as he stretched your tightness around his girth. Every nmuscle in your body tensed up, and you threw your head back with a moan that was part pleasure and part pain.

Satan leaned in close, his hot breath fanning across your skin as he began to thrust his length inside you.

Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure coursing through your body, making it hard for you to think straight.

His gaze met yours, full of possession and desire. The look in his eyes sent shivers down your spine, but you couldn't look away.

With one last deep thrust, he hit your sweet spot, and you came undone.

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The sound of footsteps approaching caused you both to freeze. Your bodies pressed against each other, hearts pounding as you waited for whoever it was to pass by.

It seemed like an eternity before you heard the footsteps fade away again, signaling that you were alone once more.

"It's better to go back to my dorm and continue there, kitten..."

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soda-sparkss · 9 months

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HOME-BOUND

Its me again, hi <3 I've made yet another Welcome Home Au called Home- Bound where You're on a Train to Escape Your Mundane Life. Every friendly neighbor has their own cart on the train, with Julie's being the first one you're seated at and Wally's being the conductor car. Make your way through this whimsical little train ride that seems to last for Eternity! Where are you headed? Who knows! Trying to Escape the train once you're on will result in a proper Punishment. If you get off before the train Stops, there will be no moving from the spot that you landed on. Any physical or emotional violence caused to the train will result in consequences varying in severity depending on how much damage you've done. Please do Remember that the train is your Home the train is your Home the train is your Home the train is your Home the train is your H Oh, and one more thing! Don't Forget Your Ticket.

Cars are in order starting from the back. Sleeping/Boarding Car Jullie's Car Poppy's Car Sally's Car Howdy's Car Frank's Car Eddie's Car Barnaby's Car Wally's Car/Conductor Car

First off, We have our Humble Conductor, Wally Darling!

Being at the front of the Train, Wally has many responsibilities as a Conductor. Once you board the Train, he will come back to the Boarding Car to punch your Ticket. It is Imperative that you have it, lest you be sent right back to the station!

Second up is Barnaby B Beagle! Wally's very very very close "Friend".

In this lovely dog's car, he can be found cracking so many fun jokes! Heck, he has an entire book full of Comedy skits from passengers who were Fortunate enough to make it up to his car all the way from the Boarding car! Though, if you want to leave, you'll have to give him another skit to add to his book!

Next up is the darling Mailman, Eddie Dear!

This dearest mailman send out all the letters and Tickets to future Residents of the Home Bound Express. He's quite the workaholic, especially during the nighttime hours! If you happen to make it to his car, be in for a load of sorting letters, snacks, and lovely stories about all of his travels on the Train! Poor guy is a afraid of snails too..

Next up is the trains Librarian, Frank Frankly!

If you enter his car, you'll be greeted with books up the Wazoo! He will insist you look at any one that interests you. The books are written by him and consist an encyclopedia of facts about every existing bug on the planet. Not one bug left out! Unfortunately, if you want to leave, you'll have to take a quiz. Find a book about a specific bug he tells you about, read through it, and then tell him what you learned. Careful not to let the bookflies(book butterflies!) distract you! After you tell Frank the facts you learned, you have to navigate your way through a maze in the garden behind his library. Don't worry, the bugs will guide you!

Next up is the 'local' Grocer, Howdy Pillar!

Who can resist a Pillar who advertises his wares so well? He has everything from the little doodads to wild thingamajigs! Careful you don't get lost in the maze of his stock. If you want to leave, however, you must buy something or solve a little riddle of his!

Next up is the ONE AND ONLY!! Sally Starlet!

This Star is always putting on a Show!(With sleep and snack breaks, of course.) Her seemingly endless act will have you wrapped up in a world completely different from your own! Her whips and twirls will thread a story right before your very eyes! It's Almost Impossible to Look Away!! Also, nighttime shows are provided for people with insomnia, headphones are provided for those with sensory issues, plushies and hand santizer are provided for people with anxieties or obsessive compulsions.

And following right behind her is Poppy Partridge!

Who doesn't want an absolute sweetheart to take them under her wing and provide a comfortable place to Relax! Treats are baked for anyone who wants one! Beanbag chairs cots, futons, and a plethora of cushions are provided, as well as DvD players and a TV for Entertainment. Careful, too many sweets from this lovely Partridge will send you into a Deep Sleep.

Then we have the lovely Julie Joyful!

Julie is so playful! If you step foot into her car, you're in for a whole day full of fun games like Tag, Tic Tac Toe, and Hide and Seek! Hide and Seek is her favorite game! Though I can't say the same for her victims Passengers.

And then the Train himself, Home!

While Home is the train, pictured above is his physical manifestation. If he doesn't have a cup of tea, he'll probably be smoking Candy Cloud, which is their form of tobacco.

And Last but not Least, You!

That's right, You! YOu reading this right now! Go ahead and put yourself in the au, draw yourself interacting with the neighbors! You can use this base, I'll post a blank version soon enough! A HUGE huge thank you to @mumimoondrops and @severalbonez for helping me with designs and the story! Mumi is a co-owner of the au. Notes and Disclaimers: Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in Welcome Home. They all belong to @partycoffin. And while two people have already made train conductor au's I wanted to make my own story and designs for the cast! Design Inspirations: @chez-cinnamon, @clownsuu Tags: @3amclothesmonster, @dottyorange, @doggwwoggy23, @kennethmoop, @snowshinefivez5, @larzuen, @nyx-mrbones-2360, @vixxproductions, @sedittedice, @mumimoondrops, @ari-jay, @strugglebugglemoth, @wheatlover, @unpleasantbread, @mockhound, @purplefoxy14, and @anonymous-paperbag

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scarlet-star-witch · 2 years

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Code Red

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Dustin has the worst timing and stumbles on a secret relationship

Warnings: Smut at the beginning!

Word Count: 1.5K

They shared loving smiles and Steve could’ve sworn he felt his heart skip a beat. In fact, he felt as though it would explode right out of his chest.

He had never smiled during sex before. Not until her.

He had never felt so loved before. Not until her.

The early morning light cascaded over her, casting shadows over her beautiful body, making the already stunning sight in front of him all the more ethereal until he wondered if this was truly real, if he was actually lucky enough to be the one causing her eyes to roll back, causing her fingers to tangle into his hair, causing the litany of toe-curling moans to spill from her beautiful lips.

It all felt too good to be true.

“Steve.” Her needy moan sounded, her hands tugging at his wild strands of hair, causing him to groan at the sensation he couldn’t get enough of.

When he had woken that morning to find her tangled with him, his arms wrapped around her securely, her head resting on his chest, he knew there was no way they wouldn’t end up in this position.

There was no possible way for him to resist her.

He amped up his pace, his slow, lazy thrusts quickening as he felt his end nearing all too soon. He gripped onto the pillow below her head roughly, his other hand taking a hold of her waist, gripping it tightly and helping with every needy grinding motion she gave.

“Fuck, sweetheart, that’s it.” He whispered frantically, sounding breathless and weak for her.

Their shared panting breaths were the only sound in the room. Their grips on each other tightened, as if they were frightened the other would let go.

Steve wanted this to last for hours, he wanted nothing more than to spend eternity wrapped around her, over her, inside her.

He watched her chest heave, her breasts bounce with every one of his thrusts and he felt his end becoming even closer.

Her back arched tantalizingly, her jaw falling slack as a loud, heedy moan left her, his name following in the most breathless and needy way he’d ever heard before and it just about did him in.

“Steve, please, please.” She whimpered, her hands gripping onto his shoulders, her nails dragging across his skin hotly, making him hiss in pleasure.

“I got you.” He panted, his hands now cradling her head, his fingers tangling in her hair desperately. He leaned down and kissed her soundly, the action fiery and passionate.

He was now roughly fucking her, both of them racing towards a mind numbing climax. Moans were spilling from his lips that he wasn’t even aware of. His eyes fluttered closed, a harsh breath escaping him as he neared his peak.

A loud whine sounded from below him and forced his eyes open to watch her in bliss. Her back arched, her face twisted in pleasure, her mouth open as she cried out for him. His eyes eagerly took in the sight, his hands tugging at her hair, causing her loud moan to crack, turning into a whimper that pushed him over the edge.

His body went rigid, his hips moving erratically as he fell off the cliff’s edge. He breathed out harshly, his voice wavering into a grunt as he came hard.

His hips stuttered as he panted harshly, feeling his limbs grow weak. He laid himself down over her body, his head resting on her chest that was rising and falling rapidly in an effort to get her breath back.

They lay there boneless and breathless for a few minutes, both of them taking time to come back to their bodies.

Her fingers began to card through his messy hair mindlessly, earning her a tired sounding moan from him, making her laugh lightly. She kissed his forehead and let her eyes fall closed, reveling in the peaceful aftermath of their highs.

Eventually their breathing evened out, leaving the room silent and calm.

Realizing he was only seconds from falling back to sleep, Steve forced his eyes open, not wanting to waste the morning he had with her. He raised his head and kissed her chastely, desperate for her touch, even after the rigorous morning they’d shared. He couldn’t get enough of her.

Steve’s grip on her waist tightened, his kiss becoming deeper as he raised his body to hover over hers again, the fire within him growing yet again.

Her nails dragged down his back tantalizingly, making his shoulders tense, his length growing stiff again, his need for her never satisfied.

Until the sound of the door opening downstairs broke them out of their moment. Their kiss broke and they shared equal looks of horror.

“You didn’t lock the front door?” She hissed in a whisper, looking up at her boyfriend accusingly.

“We live in Hawkins.” He shrugged innocently.

“There’s a goddamn Mind Flayer walking around, idiot.”

“I really doubt a Mind Flayer would just walk in through the front door.”

“Steve-” Her admonishment was put on hold as they heard Dustin’s voice echo from downstairs.

“Steve? Are you home? We got a code red, do you hear me? Code red!”

The couple shared another look of horror and within a second, Steve had flung himself off of her and they sprang out of bed, rushing to put their clothes back on.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Steve whispered frantically, hopping on one leg as he struggled to pull his jeans on. “That kid has the worst goddamn timing.”

“Why is he here?”

“I don’t know!” Steve cried out, his eyes searching the floor for his t-shirt that she had eagerly ripped off of him the night before.

“See, this is why we lock doors.” She mumbled, earning her a blank look of unamusement from Steve.

“Really, we’re back to that… now?”

Suddenly Dustin’s heavy footsteps were heard thundering up the stairs quickly and they continued to hastily dress.

“Steve, are you here?”

The door opened abruptly and the room erupted in startled shrieks from all three of them. She threw herself onto the ground, hoping Dustin hadn’t seen her in nothing but a bra and shorts.

“Dude what the fuck?! Can’t you knock?!” Steve yelled, his words barely heard over Dustin’s screams of disgust as he covered his eyes with his hands.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god, Jesus! What is wrong with you?!” Dustin screeched, his hands never leaving his face. “Please tell me that’s who I think it is!”

“What?” Steve asked in disbelief.

Dustin said her name and she popped her head up from behind the bed hesitantly and as Dustin peeked around his hands and saw her he let out a loud sigh of relief, the tensions from his shoulders leaving.

“Oh, thank god.”

“Uhh, what the hell is going on?” She asked hesitantly as she remained kneeling beside the bed, shielding her half naked body from the teenager.

“Steve’s been in love with you for years, like totally, completely in love, he never shut up about you and if he was stupid enough to sleep with another girl he’d know that we’d all kick his ass.” Dustin explained, directing the last half of his sentence Steve with venom.

“Dude, she’s right there.” Steve defended himself, motioning to the woman hiding frantically. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You didn’t lock the door.” She piped up, earning an annoyed glare from her boyfriend again.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, why didn’t you lock the door?” Dustin asked. “I was ready to break a window. I actually wasn’t even gonna try the door cause I figured there was no way someone would be stupid enough to leave their front doo-”

“Enough!” Steve yelled in frustration, effectively shutting Dustin up. “Do you need something or did you come here just to ruin my morning?”

“Didn’t you hear me, Dingus? I said code red. It’s important, get some clothes on and meet us downstairs asap!” Dustin ordered and abruptly left the room with a heavy slam of the door.

“Us?” Steve questioned, already looking fed up at the prospect of what waited for them downstairs.

With a huff, he continued to get dressed, this time at a much slower pace. As he finished he noticed his girlfriend, now dressed, sitting on the edge of his bed, a smug smile on her face.

“What’s got you so smiley?” He asked with a laugh.

“You’ve been in love with me for years?”

“Oh god.” He groaned, throwing his head back. “We’ve been dating for a year.”

“Yeah, a year, not years.” She countered with a smirk.

Steve rolled his eyes half-heartedly and walked over to her side of the bed, grabbing her hands and hosting her up to her feet.

She giggled and leaned against his chest. “You love me.”

“Yeah, I’m having trouble remembering why at the moment.” He teased and linked his hand with hers as he guided her out of the room.

“Hey,” She stopped him before they could make their way downstairs to the group of kids waiting for them and grinned widely. “I love you too.”

Steve smiled and let out a small laugh. “I know.”

He leaned in and kissed her chastely, wishing they had time for more, and he continued to drag her down the stairs. “C’mon, crazy girl, we got a world to save.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic

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zot3-flopped · 2 months

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Two months prior to its release, would-be doyens of Swift’s Tortured Poets Department have taken its barbed track listing very literally, leading to intense, often nefarious speculation regarding Swift’s six-year relationship with the British actor Joe Alwyn, which seemingly ended in early 2023.

The album’s title, revealed onstage at the Grammy awards, was quickly linked to a December, 2022 interview with Alwyn and Paul Mescal in which they revealed that Andrew Scott started their group chat, the Tortured Man Club. (“It hasn’t had much use recently,” Alwyn said: you wonder if it’s undergone a recent revival.) Swift revealed the leading track list a day later: My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys, So Long, London, I Can Do It With a Broken Heart, The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived, to name a few, sending fans wild with speculation.

Swift, obviously, has every right to sing about her relationships however she wants to (no apologies to Eamonn Holmes). But in the absence of any music, some fans have spread baseless, dangerous and even libellous allegations about Alwyn’s conduct (which, for obvious reasons, I can’t repeat).

Last month, a brief fan-shot video of them dining in a New Orleans restaurant in December, 2022 was recirculated online with AI-doctored audio that made it sound as though Alwyn is saying “you don’t get to tell me about sad,” a line printed on the back of one of the new album’s four physical editions.

When Swift recently told a crowd that she was “lonely” when writing her 2020 album Folklore – some of which was co-written with Alwyn during the pandemic, a lonely time for most – fans took that as further confirmation of their theories. A live medley of three songs that all appear to reference cheating threw petrol on the fire.

Swift could make this stop. She is no stranger to airing her displeasure with the likes of Ticketmaster, Scooter Braun, Spotify and Apple Music, and, occasionally, politicians. Before she released Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) last year, she gave a veiled speech at one Eras tour date effectively asking fans not to go after John Mayer, whom she dated when she was 19 and he was 32 and is understood to be the subject of that album’s Dear John.

“I am not putting this album out so you should feel the need to defend me on the internet against someone you think I wrote a song about 14m years ago when I was 19,” she said in Minneapolis.

But for whatever reason – and obviously, no member of the public has any idea what transpired between her and Alwyn so far – this time she has opted to stay quiet.

Establishing a baseline for conduct is neither commercially risky nor unprecedented: just last week, Ariana Grande said, after the release of her post-divorce album Eternal Sunshine: “Anyone that is sending hateful messages to the people in my life based on your interpretation of this album is not supporting me and is absolutely doing the polar opposite of what I would ever encourage”.

It feels like the endgame of a cat-and-mouse act that’s gone too far. Swift’s gestures towards meaning have led every single thing she does to be considered a kind of marketing, a clue to be solved. It leaves a superstar who’s usually hot on her messaging open to misinterpretation: hints about her personal life are turned by some fans into witch-hunts for anyone perceived to have wronged her; her current silence on politics allows politicians to invoke her name, from the New South Wales police commissioner quoting Swift’s anti-haters lines while defending police to Joe Biden joking that the matter of her apparently much sought-after endorsement is “classified” on Late Night With Seth Meyers.

When Swift made a blandly neutral handwritten post encouraging US citizens to register to vote on Super Tuesday, some fans speculated that her unusual left-leaning handwriting was the real indication of her loyalties – suggesting they’re so starved of substance that they’re reading into empty messages because of this dynamic she has established. (The more likely explanation is the insane way she holds a pen.)

For Swift to only direct fans as to her wishes when it suits her, it weakens her status as a truth-teller. If the comparisons with Dickinson mean anything, she might remember that nothing in the world has as much power as a word feels like the endgame of a cat-and-mouse act that’s gone too far.

#taylor swift #anti taylor swift #joe alwyn #travis kelce #the tortured poets department #the critics are not going to be kind to this album #she's too rich & successful to be so bitchy & vindictive #laura snapes

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 months

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I've been dreaming of the Unrivaled Beauty.

O’ Beautiful Queen, your loveliness is eternal and unchallenged.

Steal center stage, and the hearts of those who gaze upon you.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

War is as much of an art as it is a brazen display of brutality.

For Vil, every performance he gives is war. His weapons: skill, grace, beauty. All of it meant to charm the audience. No substitutions, it no stunt doubles.

Today is no different.

He kneels in the snow atop a corpse. Not a real dead man, but a dummy with an eerie amount of detail. It had been prepared by experts in the prop department, made to resemble his character's sworn enemy in the film.

Crimson blooms upon white robes marked with ancient runes. The collar and neckline are daring, plunging to reveal a generous amount of the bare skin of the chest to the elements. The hair, a tangled mess of glossy raven waves, sticking from the moisture to cold skin. The skin, pale blue with frost, the eyes cloudy orbs.

The mouth, stained red with the blood of countless innocents, no longer moves.

In this scene, the she-devil Snow White is dead, and he, heir to the Witch Queen, has slain her.

Without hesitation, he plunges his bare hand into the dummy’s chest, fishing out a model heart. It is covered in a mixture of corn syrup, food coloring, cocoa powder, and starch to simulate bodily fluids. The thickened liquid dribbles down his own pale hands, staining them.

Lifting his trophy into the air, a joyous, defiant sparkle in his eyes. A throaty cry erupts from him.

“With this, the Eternal Snow will be no more, and peace shall return to my realm!!”

Vil’s explosive laughter fills the mountain. The snow shakes, the land itself shudders in his presence.

He has won.

Finally, finally, finally.

A gruff man’s voice reaches him.

“CUT!!”

In an instant, the scene falls apart and reality sets in.

Cameramen tend to their equipment, prop managers and stylists exchange whispers. Special effects mages tamp down their snow spells. The illusion is stripped away, revealing a balmy day set against a backdrop of mountains.

Staff in scurry in, offering Vil towelettes and lotion to clean and moisturize his hands. He accepts them, then waves the staff off, one ferrying the fake heart.

“Bravo, Vil-kun, bravo!!” the director gushes. “I knew it was the right call to cast you as the hero for this film. There wasn’t a flaw in your acting, m’boy!!”

“Thank you, sir.” Vil bows to the older man, keeping his reply short and simple. “It is an honor to be a part of your masterfully written story."

It is the tale of a beautiful demon locked away in a glass coffin, freed from slumber and set upon the world to shroud it in never-ending winter… The tale of a selfless noble and her huntsmen that stands in opposition to her and her seven sniveling imp minions. A tale of two fates intertwining—the noble whose bloodline sealed the demon away, and the demon who vowed revenge on descendent of the Witch Queen.

Vil's eyes cannot stop themselves from sliding over to his co-star, who waits in the wings. His lifelong rival, Neige LeBlanche.

He is dressed similarly to the dummy that had been swapped in for his corpse. Red ruins his pristine white gown, and his hair is wild—but off-camera, Neige lacks the madness of the villain he plays. Neige smiles sweetly at the staff, giggles like an innocent schoolboy.

Vil fails to look away before Neige meets his eyes. He waves shyly, and, out of courtesy, Vil returns it.

“You've all been working very hard to bring my vision to life," the director happily booms. "Let's take a 30-minute break. Hydrate, grab some food, whatever. Actors, hair and makeup retouches before stepping back on set!"

There is a collective murmur of approval, feet shuffling for the refreshments table. A staff member offers Vil a spot in the donut line, but he politely declines.

"No thank you, I've prepared granola and a light fruit yogurt ahead of time. If you'll excuse me."

He peels away and heads for his trailer. Once Vil is shut away—a well-trained peacock stepping into his gilded cage—he produces his phone and reviews his jam-packed schedule: the film shoot, an interview with a popular variety show, modeling for a magazine cover, practicing for a stage play…

He, cast in the spotlight of hero in every single one.

You are the fairest of them all, Mira would robotically recite. All the social media websites and news outlets were talking nonstop about him, and he knows it.

It's the Age of Vil, his manager would joke. Isn't this great? You're demonstrating your range. This will definitely net you bigger and bigger opportunities in the future!

They’re finally recognizing you for your cuteness and goodness, his father would tell him. That’s my son! I knew everyone would come around eventually.

On any other day, he might have scoffed or dismissed their comments. Today, he simply smirks, silently pocketing his phone.

Vil passes a large vanity on his way to the mini-fridge. A glimpse of his reflection reveals the elaborate jewel-toned ensemble he is fitted for, the makeup that highlights the highest points of his face. Shining, commanding attention—just as any protagonist would.

He stands straighter, holds his chest higher. Proudly flaunting his feathers, his numerous accomplishments.

I've worked myself to the bone to reach this point. I've earned every little bit of this.

Retrieving his snacks, Vil makes to join the crew on their break. Even if Neige will be present as well, he grimaces.

A shadow invades his periphery.

Vil pauses at the doorway and looks back.

There, sitting on his vanity, was a bushel of roses the color of midnight. A black envelope embellished with gold accents is tucked among the petals.

His brows knit together. How odd--he is certain he hadn't seen that a second ago, nor had he heard anyone entering to drop it off while he was briefly at the fridge. How could he have missed such an obvious gift?

"Perhaps it's from the director or producer," he muses, plucking the envelope free and opening it.

Inside, there is, as suspected, a letter.

Same black paper, same gold embellishments.

To Schoenheit,

Please accept this humble offering from myself. It was a joy to watch you perform to your heart's content.

I was very moved by the experience. It is not often that I get to observe Man in all of its peaks and crests in such a short span of time.

I will continue to watch over you and support your dreams from the sidelines.

Sincerely,

M. D.

Initials in the place of a name? Vil turns the paper over, expecting more on the other side. It's unlike his fans to leave out their full identity. (Half of the time, they include a list of their social media handles and beg for a follow back.)

But alas, the back is blank and yields no answers.

He frowns, facing the words scrawled on the front of the square again. The cogs in his head turn, arriving at a single logical conclusion.

I only know of one possible M.D., but... Is he truly the type to send notes of this nature?

Vil toys with the idea in his head, just as he toys with the letter between his fingers. Ego rises and colors his lenses.

"Fufufu, it seems that even great mages such as he are not immune to my beauty and talent." Vil chuckles, exiting the trailer. His adoring fans await.

He's right about everything, and he doesn't realize how wrong he wants to be.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Vil Schoenheit #Neige LeBlanche #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst countdown #twisted wonderland countdown #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios #I've been dreaming...#book 5 spoilers #twst anni #twisted wonderland anni #twst anniversary #twisted wonderland anniversary

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svn-bangtan · 10 months

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Soulmates

»pairing: Yoongi x reader

»genre: BTS | 13+ | Fluff

»wc/date: 4.5k | June 2023

» warnings: Just some fluff

»Summary: Everyone had a soulmate and many find theirs much faster than others. Throughout her years being alive, Y/n is slowly beginning to lose hope in finding her soulmate. After becoming a successful artist and meeting a new client and a stranger at a cafe, things change very quickly.

» notes: THIS ONE-SHOT WAS ORIGINALLY POSTED ON MY OLD ACCOUNT @loomdiamonds

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Soulmates. The notion of being destined to be with someone, a connection meant to last a lifetime. It's a captivating concept that defies comprehension.

In this extraordinary world, every person bears a unique tattoo on their wrist. It consists of their soulmate's first and middle initials, followed by their last name. For instance, if Y/n's soulmate's name is Tong Sochun, her tattoo would read Tong S.

Discovering one's true soulmate occurs through physical contact, such as a high five. When this happens, the wrist tattoo vanishes, replaced by a new one encircling the ring finger, bearing the partner's full name. From that moment forward, they both embark on a blissful journey together.

Simple, right? Well, not quite.

Y/n's tattoo reads Min Y., a constant reminder since her earliest memories of yearning to meet him or her. However, as the years pass, hope gradually slips away.

Recently, she relocated to Seoul, seeking better prospects in this vibrant metropolis. Unfortunately, after spending considerable time here, it feels like an exercise in futility.

Today, she finds solace in a cozy cafe, engrossed in a new book, relishing her well-deserved day off. These are the moments she eagerly anticipates—a chance to escape reality, stepping out of her apartment and immersing herself in simple pleasures that help momentarily forget about soulmates and the complexities of daily life.

A deep sigh escapes Y/n as she briefly diverts her attention from the book, gazing outside at the enchanting view of Seoul. She offers a faint smile, hugging her coffee mug a little closer. For an instant, she glances down at her wrist, tracing the delicate script that has adorned it since infancy.

Despite her waning hope of finding her soulmate, Y/n yearns to experience the same happiness her parents share—a love so profound, nurtured from childhood, and fortified by a single hug in first grade.

It's every girl's dream—to witness her mom and dad, who never had to embark on wild adventures to find their destined partner.

Setting her cup down, Y/n sweeps her hair away from her face, observing as the first snowflakes begin their gentle descent from the sky. Her gaze drifts downward, lost in contemplation.

Out there, somewhere, Y/n's soulmate patiently awaits. Perhaps they ponder the same questions that haunt her. Uncertainty and countless inquiries swirl within them, chief among them being the fear of rejection.

Rejection is a cruel blow, one that cuts deeply. It ranks among the worst acts one can inflict on another, second only to criminal behavior. When you experience outright rejection, your tattoos vanish, and you become destined to never find love again. Even if you were to try, happiness would forever elude you. It's challenging to articulate fully but rest assured, it's a devastating fate to endure.

What if Y/n's soulmate has passed away, unbeknownst to her? The same fate awaits.

Love becomes an elusive concept, eternal happiness forever out of reach. If she never gets the chance to be with her soulmate, life becomes an unrelenting misery. It's an unfortunate reality, one that plagues the minds of all who ponder the enigma of soulmates.

This notion has even crossed Y/n's mind. At twenty-eight, while all her friends have found their soulmates, she has begun to wonder if her day will ever come. Perhaps her destined partner is no longer among the living. Yet, her wrist bears the undeniable mark—a reminder that they still exist, waiting to be discovered.

"What is a lovely lady like yourself doing all alone up here?" a male voice suddenly interrupts, causing Y/n to jump slightly.

She turns her head and finds a tall man with shaggy brown hair, his warm smile directed at her. Returning the smile, she shrugs her shoulders and raises her book. "Just reading, cherishing the simple things."

Nodding, he gestures toward the empty seat in front of her, silently seeking permission to join her. Y/n agrees, and as he settles across from her, her eyes are drawn to his hand. She notices a name etched around his ring finger, and a quiet sigh escapes her. 'Of course, someone as good-looking as him has already found his soulmate,' she muses inwardly.

"You'll find them one day," he remarks suddenly, causing Y/n's eyes to widen in surprise. 'Did I say it out loud?'

Chuckling, he holds up his hand, his gaze fixed on her bewildered expression. "You were staring, so I assumed you were questioning yourself." Y/n offers a faint smile as she turns her gaze back to the window, where the falling snow gradually blankets the ground.

"It's astonishing to think that somewhere out there, my soulmate awaits me," she muses, looking down at her tattoo with a tender smile. "I admit, meeting them is a truly magical experience." She takes a deep breath and glances at the man, finding him already gazing at her with a smile.

"Hopefully, that day comes soon," she confesses, her fingers gently tracing the tattoo. "This waiting game has become unbearable."

The man chuckles in response to her words, understanding etched on his face as he takes a sip of his coffee. Once again, they sit in silence, finding comfort in each other's presence until Y/n breaks the quietude.

"I apologize for my rudeness. I'm Chun Y/n," she introduces herself.

"Chun?" he says, his expression a mix of confusion and surprise. Y/n nods, offering a sweet smile. "Yes, I'm not originally from Seoul. I moved here from Namyang-dong."

He nods, his grin widening. "Well, my name is Hoseok, and I might just know your soulmate," he declares, standing up and leaving Y/n perplexed.

"Wait, what?"

"Chun is a rare last name, right? I don't think I've ever come across anyone with that surname," he explains, prompting Y/n to slowly nod. "Yes, it's more common in Japan, if I'm not mistaken."

Gently taking hold of her hand, Hoseok gazes down at her tattoo, humming in contemplation. "Well, a good friend of mine, who recently returned to back to Seoul, bears your last name and initial on his wrist. He hasn't met his soulmate yet. It's possible that the two of you are destined for each other."

"But I'm confused," Y/n interjects, withdrawing her hand. "Is that why you approached me? Do you do this with many women?"

Hoseok bursts into hearty laughter, a sound that oddly resembles a windshield wiper, shaking his head. "No, I mistook you for my fiancée by accident. You two have a striking resemblance, and when I noticed your mark, I thought I'd explore the possibility."

"Oh, I see..." Y/n says, leaning back in her seat. "So, what now? If I choose to entertain this possibility, how will I meet your friend?"

Hoseok smirks, reclining in his chair and taking another sip of his coffee. "Leave that to me Chun Y/n."

Sometimes, Y/n finds herself plagued by a persistent thought that whispers she may never cross paths with her soulmate. It's as if the universe has singled her out, marking her as one of the unlucky ones destined to live without that profound connection. This notion lingers, casting a shadow of doubt and loneliness over her heart.

Yet, despite occasional glimmers of hope ignited by her encounter at the café, Y/n has learned to temper her expectations. She has grown accustomed to guarding her heart, shielding herself from the potential pain of disappointment.

In this particular moment, Y/n is immersed in her art studio at work, fully absorbed in a new piece taking shape on her canvas.

Suddenly, a gentle knock at the door interrupts her concentration, drawing her attention towards the entrance. Her face lights up with a smile as she sees her boss, Kim Namjoon, stepping into the room, accompanied by an incredibly striking man.

Rising gracefully from her seat, Y/n warmly greets them both, and Namjoon turns towards his companion, ready to make the introductions.

"Y/n, this is Yoongi, my best friend and a producer," Namjoon announces, his voice tinged with pride. "Yoongi, meet Y/n, one of my incredibly talented artists. She's the one who painted that remarkable piece you showed interest in a few months ago."

A delicate blush colors Y/n's cheeks as she gazes at the man introduced as Yoongi. His presence commands attention, and the timbre of his deep voice momentarily catches her off guard. "Thank you," she responds graciously, her voice gentle and composed. "I truly appreciate your kind words, sir."

Yoongi, his eyes seemingly locked on Y/n, offers her a warm smile. "Please, call me Yoongi. I'm intrigued by the story behind that captivating painting," he says, his curiosity evident as he takes a leisurely stroll around her studio, Namjoon following closely behind. Together, they admire the artwork adorning the walls, until their attention is drawn to a copy of the painting that had caught their eye.

With a steadying breath, Y/n prepares to share the tale behind her creation. As she points to the two figures portrayed in the painting, she feels Yoongi's unwavering gaze upon her. She strives to maintain her professional composure, even as her heart flutters with anticipation. Her words flow with passion and depth, painting a vivid picture with her storytelling.

"Beautiful," Yoongi remarks, causing Y/n to momentarily lose herself in his gaze. A deeper shade of pink graces her cheeks, and Namjoon interjects, unwittingly shattering the enchantment.

"Speaking of soulmates, Yoongi here wanted to commission a piece for his own," Namjoon shares, unknowingly pricking at Y/n's delicate hopes. Swiftly, she masks any trace of disappointment and offers a genuine smile. "It would be my pleasure to create a piece for you, Yoongi."

"Hey, Y/n," Namjoon says with a warm smile. "I need to take a quick call. I'll be right back." Without waiting for a response, he exits the room, leaving Y/n alone in the studio.

Just as their connection seems to deepen, a stack of papers held precariously in Yoongi's hands begins to waver, threatening to tumble to the floor. In an instant, a gust of wind rushes through the studio from Namjoon leaving briefly, scattering the papers in all directions.

Reacting with swift reflexes, both Y/n and Yoongi instinctively reach out to catch the fleeing sheets, their hand's mere inches away from touching. Their eyes meet briefly, a fleeting spark of electric anticipation passing between them, hinting at the profound connection that almost transpired.

Yet, their near-touch is abruptly interrupted as Namjoon bursts into the studio, his voice filled with urgency. "Yoongi, we have to go. It's already 3, and we'll be late for our meeting with Jin." Namjoon swiftly exits the studio, with Yoongi following in his wake. However, before he leaves, Yoongi turns back to offer Y/n one final smile. "I look forward to working with you, Y/n."

Returning the smile, Y/n bows respectfully. "Likewise," she replies softly as Yoongi walks away, leaving her once again in the solitude of her studio. A sigh escapes her lips as she settles back into her seat, her gaze fixed upon the canvas before her. "Every time, Y/n," she whispers to herself, a tinge of frustration evident in her voice.

Shaking off her thoughts, Y/n firmly grasps her paintbrush, determined to pour her emotions onto the canvas once more. Stroke by stroke, she channels her hopes and dreams, infusing her art with passion, knowing that one day, amidst the uncertainty that lingers, her soulmate might just find her.

"I'm curious, what prompted your call today?" Y/n asked, taking a sip of her coffee. She heard Hoseok chuckle on the other end of the line as she finished tidying up her workstation and made her way toward the bedroom in her studio.

"Your soulmate, of course," Hoseok replied, causing Y/n to roll her eyes. It had been about three days since they had met at the café, and ever since, Hoseok had been eager to introduce his friend to Y/n to determine if they were potential soulmates.

Unfortunately, due to their busy schedules and Y/n's dedication to her artwork, they hadn't been able to meet yet. Despite Hoseok having a soulmate, Y/n couldn't shake Mr. Yoongi from her thoughts. She knew it was wrong since they could never be together, but she couldn't help but think about him.

"I don't know, Hoseok," Y/n said as she sat on the bed in the bedroom. Mr. Kim, the building owner, had kindly agreed to remodel her studio into an apartment-like space, complete with a sleeping area. Y/n was grateful for this arrangement since she practically lived in her studio more than her actual home.

"Why not, Y/n? He's available tonight, and so are you. It's perfect," Hoseok persisted, causing Y/n to roll her eyes and glance out the window at the weather. "I'm still at work, and even if I go, I probably won't have time to go home and freshen up. Besides, have you seen the weather outside?"

"You're impossible, Chun Y/n, you know that?" Hoseok teased, eliciting a laugh from Y/n. After some time on the phone and a bit of convincing, she eventually agreed to finally meet Hoseok's friend that night. Once she hung up, she lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, contemplating the upcoming meeting.

'Try not to get your hopes up, Y/n. There's a strong possibility it's just a coincidence,' she thought to herself. As she lay there, a knock on her studio door interrupted her thoughts. She got up and opened the door, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of the man in front of her.

"Mr. Yoongi?"

"Hello, I just came to talk to you briefly about the painting. May I come in?" he asked politely. Y/n nodded, opening the door wider for him to enter. She took note of his well-fitted suit and noticed that his hair was now styled in waves instead of being pushed back.

Closing the door behind him, Mr. Yoongi stood in the middle of the room with his hands in his pockets. "So, have you thought of any ideas for your painting for them?"

He paused for a moment, turning to look at Y/n. "Well, I'd love to hear your ideas. I've made a list of possibilities, but I'm not entirely sure."

"I'd love to help you in any way I can. Let's start by discussing how you would describe your soulmate," Y/n said, walking over to her desk to grab her notepad. She heard him sigh as he took a seat on a random chair, capturing Y/n's attention.

"I haven't met them just yet," he said quietly, his words drawing Y/n's full attention. "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that."

"It's alright, really," Mr. Yoongi replied, looking up at Y/n with a slight smile before leaning back in the chair. "After I saw your artwork—forgive me if this sounds creepy—but I couldn't help but look more and more at all of your pieces. Since starting my career as a producer, I feel like I've lost touch with people, and I stopped actively searching."

Y/n nodded, immediately understanding his sentiment as it resonated with her own feelings. As much as she wanted to meet her soulmate, with each passing day, her hope dwindled, fearing that perhaps they didn't want to be found.

"When I saw your artwork, it instantly made me feel alive again. It made me see the brighter side of things and gave me the courage to give the search another try after all these years," he continued, locking eyes with Y/n.

Unbeknownst to her, her heart began to beat faster. "Thanks to you, I found hope again. With this painting, I want to convey that even during my period of giving up, not a day went by that I didn't think about them. And who better to paint it than the person who restored my hope?"

Y/n smiled warmly, feeling honored by his words. She jotted down some notes in her notebook. "Well, just know that I am truly honored to undertake this for you. Your soulmate is already so fortunate to have you."

They engaged in a conversation, discussing various ideas for the painting until Mr. Yoongi's phone suddenly rang. He apologized and checked the caller ID. "I'm sorry, but I have to meet up with a friend right now."

"That's alright. Let's call it a night," Y/n said, setting her notebook aside as they both stood up. She walked him to the door, and as he was about to leave, his eyes caught sight of a flyer hanging nearby. "You're having a showcase?"

"Yes, it's the day after tomorrow. You're welcome to come if you'd like," Y/n replied, offering a polite smile. Nodding, Mr. Yoongi returned the smile before opening the door. "I'll definitely stop by. See you later. And thank you again for your assistance."

"Anytime, Mr. Yoongi," Y/n said, bidding him farewell.

"Wow, I had no idea you were such a talented artist!" Hoseok exclaimed, his eyes scanning the art gallery where Y/n's showcase was taking place. Y/n chuckled softly and nodded in response.

"Well, to be fair, we haven't known each other for that long," she replied graciously, expressing her gratitude to the attendees. Hoseok seized the opportunity to inquire about her recent date. Turning towards Y/n, he asked, "So, how did the date go? Are you guys soulmates?"

Y/n let out a deep sigh, shaking her head in disappointment. "They never showed up," she stated, her gaze focused on a piece of artwork in front of them.

Strangely, she wasn't as disheartened as one might expect. In fact, she had almost decided not to attend the date herself after her encounter with Mr. Yoongi. "I should probably strangle him," Hoseok muttered under his breath, expressing his frustration with his unreliable friend.

As Hoseok continued venting about his friend's unreliability, Y/n turned her head to the side and caught sight of someone entering the gallery. A light smile formed on her lips for a brief moment before she quickly shook her head and redirected her attention back to Hoseok.

It's not him, Y/n. Remember, don't get your hopes up. His soulmate is out there, and it's unlikely to be you, she reminded herself silently, glancing down at her wrist.

Although Y/n had met Mr. Yoongi twice, she had never caught a glimpse of his wrist to determine their compatibility. In truth, she preferred not to know. She had been making an effort to stop thinking about him, but for some inexplicable reason, she couldn't shake him from her thoughts.

"He's right there. I'm going to give him a piece of my mind," Hoseok grumbled, his frown directed at someone behind Y/n. Shaking her head at his impulsive behavior, Y/n decided to stroll around her exhibit, relishing in the pride she felt for how far she had come in her career.

Painting had always been her refuge, her way of escaping reality, and each canvas held its own unique journey and story. While she never shared those stories with the public, she delighted in hearing people's theories and interpretations of her artwork.

Lost in her own thoughts, Y/n found herself standing in front of her piece titled "Loveless Love." Several people had gathered around it, captivated by its beauty and engaged in discussions. This sight brought a wider smile to her face.

"It's a truly beautiful piece, as I've told you before," a familiar voice spoke, causing Y/n to jump slightly in surprise. She turned her head and saw Yoongi standing there, his gummy smile radiating warmth. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's alright," Y/n replied, her gaze returning to the painting. She could feel Yoongi's eyes on her, causing a gentle blush to color her cheeks as she focused on the artwork before them. Despite the crowd surrounding them, it felt as though they were the only two people in the room.

"So beautiful," Yoongi whispered, capturing Y/n's attention once again. She met his gaze, and in his eyes, she saw a certain look.

Slowly, he reached up his hand, his fingers tenderly grazing her cheek before delicately tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

Y/n's heart fluttered as she gazed up at Yoongi, the man she had come to love deeply. They sat together under the shade of a grand tree, sharing an intimate picnic. Her eyes met his, captivated by the gentle glimmer in his deep brown orbs, and a radiant smile graced her lips.

"Yoongi," she said, her voice filled with affection. "I can't help but wonder... how much do you love me?" As she spoke, Y/n noticed the beautiful ring adorning her left ring finger, engraved with Yoongi's full name.

Yoongi's eyes locked onto hers, and he tenderly clasped her hands. "Trying to extract my wedding vows, huh?" he playfully remarked. "Well, I'm afraid that's top-secret information. But I can promise you, my love for you is immeasurable." His words were accompanied by a light chuckle as he lightly tapped her shoulder.

Unable to contain her joy, Y/n giggled and lightly tapped his good shoulder in return. Leaning down, Yoongi planted a soft kiss on her head, his gaze never leaving her eyes. "Seriously, I want to know," Y/n insisted, a glimmer of curiosity shining in her gaze.

Her expression turned tender as she spoke, her voice filled with heartfelt sincerity. "My love for you knows no bounds. It will endure through rain and sunshine, treating you like a precious diamond and never letting you wander far from my side. Even when distance separates us, you'll always remain in my heart, every second of every day. My love for you will bloom until my very last breath, for with you, I have found purpose and a love I want to show you." Y/n's eyes sparkled as she held Yoongi's gaze, her love pouring forth.

Yoongi's gaze softened, brimming with warmth and adoration. "I remember the first time I saw you," he reminisced.

"From that moment, I knew you were my soulmate. Your presence in your studio captured my attention completely. Your eyes, your smile... they stole my heart the instant you spoke. I never believed in love at first sight until I met you. And to this day, I can't believe how perfectly we were meant to be. You are everything I've ever dreamed of in a soulmate, and now, you are mine. Please never doubt how much I appreciate everything you do for us. You mean the world to me, and I love you with all my heart."

Y/n's cheeks flushed with warmth and delight. "Stop," she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of affection and amusement. "That was so cute, it might make me start crying." She covered her face with her hands, feeling overwhelmed by the depth of Yoongi's love.

Yoongi chuckled softly and gently removed her hands, his lips pressing against the back of them. "And if you do cry," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness, "I'll always be here to wipe away your tears."

Feeling her heart swell with love, Y/n sat up fully, being careful not to bump her head on a tree branch. Their eyes met once again, and the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own little universe.

"I can't wait to marry you," Yoongi confessed, his hand tenderly caressing Y/n's cheek. Her smile grew wider, and she felt an overwhelming sense of joy and anticipation.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Y/n leaned forward and kissed Yoongi with all the passion and love she held within her. The kiss started softly but soon deepened, as every inch of their bodies and souls melted into one another. Yoongi's hands cradled Y/n's face, ensuring the perfect connection, while she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, savoring the warmth of his embrace.

Finally, they pulled apart, their lips still tingling, but their smiles radiant and content. Y/n rested her head on Yoongi's chest, listening to the comforting sound of his heartbeat.

Time seemed to stand still as Y/n gasped, returning to reality. Her eyes widened, and she looked up at Yoongi, astonishment etched on both their faces. Slowly, a slight pain emanated from her wrist and left ring finger, drawing their attention downward.

Unbeknownst to them, the entire room had turned their gaze towards the couple, their curiosity piqued. Y/n's wrist tattoo faded away, replaced by a name on her ring finger—Min Yoongi.

"Oh my god," Y/n whispered in awe, her eyes flickering up to meet Yoongi's matching expression.

He is my soulmate. He's who I've been waiting for, she thought, her heart overflowing with joy.

Countless questions swirled in her mind, but before she could voice them, Yoongi took action. In a moment of pure instinct, he pressed his lips against hers, leaving Y/n breathless and captivated once again. She gasped in surprise but quickly melted into the kiss, their connection growing stronger with every passing second.

The room erupted into applause and cheers, but Y/n blushed profusely, hiding her face in Yoongi's chest. His laughter reverberated through his chest as he relished in her adorable reaction. "See, Y/n? I told you I knew your soulmate," Hoseok declared triumphantly, catching the attention of both Y/n and Yoongi.

"He's the one I was supposed to meet?" Y/n asked, her voice filled with astonishment. Hoseok nodded, and Y/n turned to Yoongi, finding the same disbelief mirrored in his eyes.

"Yes, Yoongi, she's the one you stood up last night," Hoseok explained, prompting Y/n to laugh wholeheartedly.

"In my defense, I didn't go because I got caught up in work after visiting you," Yoongi confessed, causing Y/n to smile and playfully shake her head. "It's alright. At least now we know who this painting is for."

Yoongi's eyes softened as he whispered, "Yes, my beautiful soulmate, Chun Y/n." Y/n's heart raced, and her smile widened further. Embracing the moment, Yoongi leaned in for a quick peck on her lips. "Guys, please get a room," Hoseok groaned, earning giggles from everyone witnessing the affectionate exchange.

"Can't I cherish my beautiful soulmate?" Yoongi playfully retorted, his eyes shining with adoration.

"Stop it," Y/n protested, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. She looked down shyly, only to be gently guided by Yoongi to meet his gaze once more. "Don't be shy now, Y/n. This is how it will be forever. I promise you," he declared, his voice brimming with sincerity.

"Forever," Y/n whispered, her eyes sparkling with love and excitement. "I absolutely love the sound of that." Their love had found its place, and from that moment on, they embarked on an enchanting journey, hand in hand, destined for a future filled with eternal love and happiness.

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happilyfeatherafter · 4 months

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Happilyfeatherafter's ficrec Fridays

Back for my second week of fics I've read and loved recently, as well as a couple of throw backs. If you missed last week's you can find it here for more!

12 January 2024

Altitude by enochianprayer (@chapeldean, art by @hornystiel here and @naughtystiel here) is a wintery delight, in which Dean is a seasonal worker in a mountain lodge and Castiel is a hiker who's passing through. Enchanted by their brief encounter with each other, Dean can't get Cas out of his head, and Cas' questioning leads him to find something holy in the revelations he stumbles upon at the lodge. Sweet and romantic, wild and wandering, cosy and brave.

boy leave your boots by the bed by an_ardent_rain (@alulangel) is a post-canon fix it, a smutty cowboy kink (shh yes this WILL be a recurring theme on my rec lists), wish fulfilment fic for the spn bang bang with one of my favourite tropes of Dean and Cas going on little dates without really realising they're going on little dates, whilst pining. Plus absolutely wonderful banter:

Cas squints and ignores that. “Technically, you could say that this heaven is still ‘in beta’ now,” he says, and he uses the air quotes and it’s so adorable Dean bites the swell of a bottom lip to hold in a fond smile. Cas is, as always, a giant dork. “But we are soliciting feedback.”

“Yeah, you got a heavenly suggestion box? Hotline for complaints? Five stars, would die and spend eternity here again?”

“There are… more than five stars, Dean.”

Sweet Science by emmbrancsxx0, (@valleydean) is now complete, a 12 days of smutmas challenge continuation to the incredible destiel 1930s boxing au Heavyweight. Cas and Dean are on a romantic winter retreat to get out of the spotlight against the backdrop of the burgeoning economic depression in New York, both seeing the boxing world become harder to maintain a living. With Cas secretly planning to retire, and not yet letting on to Dean, can they navigate their future whilst still maintaining their hard fought for trust? I love these guys so much and am so glad to be back in their world.

The Root of this Love by kathscradle is for all the bearded!Misha fans. May he have survived the acrylic paint incident. The very short and sweet and sexy premise: Cas is hairy, now that he’s human. Dean can’t get a grip on himself. (But he sure can get a grip on Cas!) Smutty body hair celebration and body worship.

Just Being and Just Having by Englandwouldfall is the post-canon fic series I drop everything to read every time there's a new update. It delves so incredibly beautifully into Dean and Cas' history of miscommunication and gives them the chance to truly talk things out, finding themselves falling more deeply in love as they do so and understand their own mistakes but also what makes them work so well together when they're no longer under Chuck's thumb. Each chapter feels like therapy and a brain and heart massage! Two chapters left to go of Just Having, dive in now so you can lose your mind with me when it's complete.

Solitudes by ilovehowyouletmefall (@angelinthefire, art by @hawkland) is set in season 12 after Cas is nearly killed by Ramiel. Dean is close to acknowledging his feelings, whilst Cas is weighed down by the responsibility to find Kelly, but he agrees to help out on one more hunt before he leaves. Trapped, they encounter a monster which makes both of their nightmares come true...or so they think. Witnessing each other's despair, this is a haunting and genuinely creepy story that will make your heart ache.

#happilyfeatherafter ficrec friday #destiel fic #destiel #spn fic

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 10 months

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Ruin the Friendship

“Okay, last thing. We only do this once. No friends with benefits. You’re just doing me a favor, like when you helped me change my tire that one time.”

Word Count: 4.1K

Listening To: Ruin The Friendship- Demi Lovato

Warnings: smut, language, as always, DNI if under 18

A/N: I won't lie, this is a horny mess, but I missed writing smutty Jack fics a lot 😂😂

“I need to ask you a question.”

Jack looked up from his phone, the bright backlight of the screen illuminating his face. “What’s up?”

“You can’t say no.” You avoided eye contact, fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt. The seam felt abrasive against your skin. He sat his phone down on the coffee table, giving you his full attention. You finally looked up at him after what felt like an eternity, taking in his face. The chestnut curls on his head were tighter than usual, meaning he hadn’t been worried at all today. His hair became a frizzy mess when he ran his fingers through the coils, his tell that he was uncomfortable. His eyebrows were furrowed with unease, peaking up to meet at the middle of his face. You found it endearing how much he cared for your wellbeing, immediately concerned that something was wrong with you. And those eyes; those piercing ocean-blue eyes that you felt like you could fall into every time you held his gaze for longer than a second. They had almost gotten you in trouble more than once, the words daring to escape from your lips anytime the two of you were alone. You felt your stomach turn, the thought of possibly ruining your life-long friendship with your proposition enough to make you back out.

“Y/N, what is it? What can’t I say no to?” You cleared your throat, adjusting in your seat. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said it like that, of course you can say no.”

“To what? You haven’t even asked me a question yet.” His voice was an octave higher, his patience wearing thin. He placed a hand on your thigh, a seemingly innocent gesture to indicate that he cared, but his touch burned your skin, sending a tingling sensation down to your toes. Your eyes trailed from his perfectly manicured nails, up to his forearm, the hairs sticking up mirroring your own. You shut your mouth quickly, stopping the drool that was forming in your mouth at the sight of his toned bicep muscles, each contour visible underneath his thin t-shirt. You wanted to touch him, graze your fingers against his skin, mold your touch against his chest, truly feel him for the first time, in a way that friends never dare to. You had imagined his bare body against yours many a times, mostly in your dreams, sometimes in a passing glance, but the thought of crossing that proverbial line tonight had you downright giddy.

Jack squeezed your thigh, jogging you out of your daze. You felt your cheeks flush red, the heat rising from your chest to your face, embarrassed that you had allowed your imagination to run wild in front of him.

“Y/N, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?” You felt a rush of pride wash over you, quickly standing up and gathering the few Styrofoam containers that once held some disappointing Chinese food within them from the coffee table. “Never mind. Just ignore me.” A small smile formed on your lips, hoping it was enough to convince him to drop the topic. You didn’t bother to look back at him as you shuffled away. You had a second alone in the kitchen to breathe, a rush of air leaving your mouth, before you heard his heavy footsteps following behind you. Jack watched you move about the kitchen from the doorway. “What is going on?” His tone was even, his words a simple question, but you felt scrutinized, interrogated even. You continued with your chores, ignoring his question as if you hadn’t heard it.

“Y/N, look at me.” You turned slowly on your heels, leaning against the counter. Jack walked over to where you stood, taking the spot opposite you. “Speak.”

“I-uh, want to have sex.” Your words were barely a whisper, but Jack heard you loud and clear.

“Ok, that’s not really a question, but I’m sure you could find someone to take care of that for you.” Jack chuckled, the thought of being a wingman for his best friend never having crossed his mind. It wasn’t really something the two of you had talked about, both agreeing to keep your dating life out of the friendship. “Aren’t you seeing that guy from your gym? What’s his name? Harold?” He snapped his fingers, attempting to jog his memory.

“Henry, his name is Henry.” You rolled your eyes, realizing you weren’t clear enough.

“Yeah, Henry, or whatever. He’s got to be single. The guy was the biggest prick I’ve ever met, but he might be good for a hookup.”

“I don’t want to have sex with Henry.” You held up a hand, hoping to stop that idea in its tracks. There was no way you were hooking up with Henry; he was also the biggest prick that you had ever met.

“Well, my friends are off limits. We created that boundary years ago after the whole Sunni disaster.” Jack shuddered. You sighed, turning your back to him, the sink full of dishes suddenly the most interesting thing you had ever laid eyes on.

“Jack.” You took another deep breath, realizing it was now or never. “I want to hookup…with you.”

It took a second for the words to register in Jack’s brain. “Huh?” was the only word that left his mouth. You turned to look at him again, wincing at the stunned look on his face.

“Jack, look, forget I ever said anything. It’s just been such a long time, and I really need to get laid. Ugh, I hate how that sounds, but I’ve never been one to just hook up with anyone, and I’d rather do it with someone that I know that cares for me, and you immediately came to mind. And it would just be sex, I’m not expecting anything else from you, but of course if you think its too much or it will ruin our friendship, then please say no.”

You leaned back with a huff, taking a breath for the first time since your word vomit had finally stopped. You could see the cogs turning in his brain, wires crossing, steam coming from his ears, everything that signaled he was actually considering your proposal.

“Jack, say something. Please.” Your heart was beating out of your chest, anticipating him to turn you down.

“We need to set some ground rules.”

“What?” He looked up at you, the calm finally setting in his mind. “We need to set some ground rules”, he repeated, holding your gaze.

“Are you saying yes?”

“I think so?” He ran his fingers through his hair; you had finally broken his day of peace.

“Jack, please think this through. You can say no.”

“I have thought it through. I’m saying yes, with some ground rules. First, we don’t tell anyone about this. Our friends would have a field day with this information.”

You let out a humorless breath, nodding your head in agreement. “Yeah, they always thought we’d end up here, no need to give them the satisfaction of knowing they were right. Second, no degrading. Don’t call me a bitch, or whore, I don’t like any of that.” You shook your head again, this time to indicate that you weren’t going to tolerate being insulted.

“Fine, I’m not into that anyway.”

“What are you into? In the bedroom I mean?” You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly as if you were asking him his favorite color.

“I’m into the sex, Y/N. Everything else just happens.” You rolled your eyes, intending to push him further. “I mean, are you vocal? Do you like when the girl is vocal? How much foreplay do you like?”

“Well, the girl is always loud, I just have that effect on them.” You could see the smirk sliding onto his face, his ego getting a temporary boost as he thought about his past conquests.

“Haven’t you dated a lot of actresses?”

“I don’t see how those two things are related.” Jack moved on, not understanding your dig.

“Okay, third, don’t say anything you don’t mean. No heat-of-the-moment bullshit that we won’t be able to take back.” This was a reminder more to yourself than him, but it still felt important to mention out loud.

“Agreed.”

“Okay, last thing. We only do this once. No friends with benefits. You’re just doing me a favor, like when you helped me change my tire that one time.”

“Just a friend doing a friend for a favor.” Jack couldn’t help but laugh at his own joke, but you weren’t so easily amused. “Y/N, would you please just relax. Sex is supposed to be fun. We can’t do this if you’re going to take it so seriously.”

“I can be fun! I am fun!” You tapped your fingers against the marble countertop, your nails the only sound in the awkward silence.

“I’m not really sure-“. You weren’t able to finish your sentence before Jack closed the distance between you two, your lips crashing into a heavy and passionate kiss. His lips felt soft, softer than you were expecting, his tongue running along the seam of your lip as he forced his way into your mouth. You opened for him completely, in more ways than one. Your hands found the curls at the nape of his neck, your fingers raking through and pulling at the hair, making him groan into your mouth. He grabbed the back of your neck in retaliation, forcing your head back, breaking the seal your lips had created.

“What the hell was that?”, you asked, breathless, your eyes still focused on his red and swollen lips.

“You talk too much.” He responded, grinning.

With one swift movement he picked you up behind the thighs, your ankles wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom. He gently laid you on the bed, your legs still wrapped around him forcing him to kneel into the mattress. “That desperate, huh?” Your nipples hardened at the thought of him finally touching you after years of anticipation, and Jack noticed immediately. “Tell me how much you need it.” His eyes darkened, his voice deeper and more commanding than you had ever heard before. Your core twitched subconsciously. You remained silent, pulling him into you even tighter, feeling his hardened bulge against your covered pussy. You ground your hips against his pubic bone, his cock providing enough friction to begin to build your orgasm. “Does that answer your question?”

He leaned down to pull you into another kiss, this one hungrier and more demanding than the ones before. It was his way of saying he was in control, and you needed to submit to him if you wanted this night to end your way. His hand slid up your throat, gripping with the gentlest of pressure, just enough to drive you wild. He was still testing the waters, seeing what you were willing to put up with.

“Tell me how much you need it.”

“We promised we wouldn’t say things we don’t mean.” You returned his cocky grin from earlier, your body betraying you as you writhed beneath him. You weren’t sure how much longer you were going to be able to keep up the façade, your wetness drenching your panties. He caught your glance as you looked down at your crotch. “Fine, if you won’t say it, you’ll show it.” He backed off the bed, kneeling as he pulled you by the thighs toward him. He gave each of your inner thighs a gentle kiss, making you shiver. He rolled a finger against your clothed pussy, watching as you squirmed, the sensation too much on your sensitive bud. He was enjoying watching your body beg, even if you never said a word to him. “Take them off.” You whined out, quickly giving in. “What, these?” He toyed with the waistband, his fingers grazing along your lower stomach. “Ask nicely.”

“Please Jack, take them off.” Satisfied with your ask, he slid your panties down, allowing them to dangle off one ankle. You shook them off immediately, opening your legs to him. “You’re so wet, are you gonna be a good girl for me?” You quickly learned that while he wasn’t into degradation, he got off on praise. You were going to use that against him when you could finally think straight again. You nodded your head, shutting your eyes tight as he drug a finger from your entrance up to your clit, his calloused digit covering the entire bud. He quickly switched out for his tongue, latching on as he slid two fingers into you, the hooking motion as he thrusted in and out hitting your g-spot each time. “Oh my god, Jack.” Your hands found his hair, guiding him to where you wanted his mouth to go. “Don’t stop, I’m already close.” You were finally going to get something you had desperately needed for so long, your nerves tingling in anticipation. Jack gave your clit two final licks before he sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“What are you doing? I was almost there.”

He reached over to the nightstand, rummaging through your personal belongings. “What do we have here?”, Jack asked in a singsong tone, pulling out your rose shaped vibrator. “What are you doing? Put that down.” He rotated the toy in his hand, inspecting it. “Can you not rifle through my things, please?”

“I was looking for a condom.” He found the power button, jumping when the silicone flower vibrated. “Can you please stop?” You grabbed it out of his hand, throwing it back in the drawer with a thud. You could feel your face blushing again, unable to hide your embarrassment that he had found your private stash. “What are you so embarrassed about? I just ate you out and I’m about to be deep inside of you, me finding your vibrator is the least of your problems right now.”

“Oh my god, will you please shut up?” You hid your face in the crook of your arm.

“Y/N, will you please just try to enjoy yourself? It’s no big deal. Do you have a condom?”

“No, why don’t you have one?”

“Well, when you invited me over tonight, I didn’t expect to end up here. I came unprepared, I guess.” Jack shrugged, rubbing his eyes.

“I thought guys always kept a condom in their wallet, “just in case”.

“I haven’t been seeing anyone for a while.” His tone indicated that he didn’t want you to ask any other questions.

“We don’t need a condom, I’m on birth control.” Your response was covered in desperation , growing more and more impatient by the minute.

Jack laughed as he looked down at you. You were already a mess, it was so easy to turn you on. He honestly thought it was going to be more of a challenge. “I thought I’d have to work harder.” You sat up on your elbows, closing your legs. “What is that supposed to mean?” Jack shrugged as he slipped his t-shirt off over his head, tossing it onto the floor. “I dunno, out there, you’re just so tightly wound, everything bothers you. It’s like you have a stick up your ass.” He moved to hover over you, but you pushed him away with your foot. “Ow!” He rubbed his chest. “That’s going to leave a bruise.”

“I don’t have a stick up my ass, you’re just always pissing me off. I have real things to worry about.” Jack put his hands up in surrender. “Look, I’m sorry I brought it up, I didn’t mean to make you upset. Can I continue?” You opened your legs again, allowing him to move above you, resting his head on your stomach. “All I was trying to say was that, in here, you’re so much more relaxed. I thought it would be a lot harder to get you off. It’s a compliment.” Your body unclenched, your muscles relaxing at his reassuring words.

“I’m sorry, I’m just in my head so much about this whole thing. Did I ruin the moment?” He placed a couple of gentle kisses on your stomach, his nose grazing your breast as he looked up at you. “This is all about you, you’d have to ask yourself that.”

“Oh, please, this is just as much about you as it is about me. I felt how hard you were back in the kitchen, don’t pretend like you don’t want this.”

“It doesn’t take much for me to get hard, I really can’t control it.” You weren’t falling for it.

“Oh, so you haven’t thought about fucking me. Making my legs shake with orgasm after orgasm that only you could give me?”

“Honestly, not really.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Ok, that doesn’t change anything.”

“Fine. Get up.” You moved away from him, shuffling up to sit against the headboard. Jack pouted as you forced him away. “What are you doing? We’re not done.”

“I’m not, but you are. Sit.” You pointed at the white boucle chair you had in the corner, a resting place for weeks of laundry when you couldn’t be bothered to fold any of it. Jack pushed the piles of clothing on the floor, sitting down, his elbows rested on his thighs. “Take your pants off.” Jack complied, making his displeasure known with a loud huff.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He sat back down, his bare ass against the rough fabric. “I’m proving a point. You say you’ve never thought about fucking me, never thought about touching me, seeing me cum underneath you. Then you should be able to resist me, no problem.”

“Fine.” Jack shrugged, running his hand along the edge of his beard. “Do your worst.”

You opened your legs, running your hands up and down your inner thighs. “You sure you don’t want this?” you teased, watching Jack shift in his seat, visibly uncomfortable. He simply flipped you off, earning a curt laugh from you. You put two fingers in your mouth, lubing them up, dragging out the tease before you finally pulled them out again with a pop of your lips. “Ok, now you’re just stalling. Whatever you’re gonna do, just do it.” Jack leaned back on the chair, draping his arms over the sides. He was attempting to maintain his composure, edging you on. Not one to back down from a challenge, you forwent any additional foreplay, sliding those same two fingers into your throbbing pussy, letting out a loud moan as you thrusted them in and out. You were already close after a few seconds, your body desperately trying to hold onto the orgasm Jack had denied you a few minutes earlier. “Oh, fuck! This feels so fucking good.” Your eyes closed again, this time out of pure pleasure, your core tightening as you brought yourself to the edge. You didn’t stop as you felt the mattress dip below you, your eyes slowly opening to see Jack back on the bed, not lasting more than two minutes. “Fuck, I want to be the one to make you scream.”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean. Remember our ground rules.” You looked into his eyes, your core clenching around your fingers. You wanted to believe his words, even if they weren’t true. “I would never lie to you, ground rules or not.” Jack watched as you came around your fingers, your orgasm face the prettiest he’d ever seen. “Fuck, you look so beautiful”, he whispered, his fingers ghosting over your body as you came down from your high. He pulled your fingers out of you, putting them into his mouth, taking the time to lick each clean, never breaking eye contact. “You taste amazing.”

You were at your wits end. “Just fuck me already.”

He teased your entrance, the tip of his cock entering just barely so you could get a taste of what’s to come. “Oh, shit.” The words left your mouth without much thought; you had never experienced a stretch like that with any of your previous lovers. Jack gave you time to adjust as he entered you halfway, moving your hips down against him to take all of his length. You let out a load moan, the fullness almost too much.

“Are you okay?”, he checked in, starting to thrust his hips in and out when you nodded. You quickly adjusted to his size, each moan representing a wave of pleasure as he hit against your cervix with each thrust. “Faster”, you edged out, grabbing onto his shoulders to steady yourself. “Is this good?” His pace was quickly sending you over the edge. “Yes, don’t stop.” He wrapped your legs around his waist, reaching over you to grab your vibrator. You didn’t even notice at first, your eyes rolling back into your head as you got close to your peak. The first touch of vibration made your back arch, your eyes shooting open when you realized what he was doing. “Shit, please don’t stop.” You whined out, begging for him to finally make you orgasm after what felt like forever.

Jack felt you clench down around him, the squelching of your wetness audible with each thrust in and out. “Let go, I’ve got you.” Jack encouraged you as you orgasmed, the release making your legs shake from fatigue. He slowed his pace, but you tightened your legs around him again, keeping him from pulling out.

“Don’t stop.”

“You sure you don’t want a break?” He grabbed each of your thighs, your legs still shaking. “I’m sure.”

His hips set a rough tempo one more time, each hit of his pelvis against your swollen clit threatening to make you cum again in seconds. “Oh, fuck, that feels so good.” Jack’s breaths were ragged, his words deep and gruff.

“I’m close to cuming again, are you close?” Jack just nodded, trying to stay focused. He moved your legs, so they were balancing on his shoulders, forcing your legs straight. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. You feel so good, Y/N.” His praise was enough to make you come for the third time that night, your whole body shaking in ecstasy. Jack was right behind you, his warm cum filling you up. You could feel it run out of you as he pulled out slowly, making you shiver.

“Fuck, I came a lot.” Jack chuckled, watching his release dribble out of you. “Don’t move.”

He got up and walked to the bathroom, returning with a warm wet towel to help you clean up. “Do you do this for all of the girls you sleep with?”, you asked as he wiped between your thighs, turning to clean himself up as well. “Yes, why do you ask?”

“You just never seemed like the aftercare gentleman to me. More of a hit-it-and-quit-it type guy.”

“Ouch!” He placed a hand over his heart sarcastically, giving you a face. “Is this how you repay the friend who just gave you the best sex you’ve ever had in your life?”

“Wow, aren’t we full of ourselves!” You got up from the bed, pulling out an old t-shirt from your drawer and slipping it on as you watched Jack get dressed in his t-shirt and boxers.

“Just admit it. At least top three, right?” You couldn’t help but grin, blaming it on the post sex endorphins coursing through your veins. “You’re definitely up there.” You shook your head, plopping yourself back down on the bed. Jack laid on his side, his fingers tracing the outline of your arm.

“Seriously, thank you, for being a good friend.”

Jack couldn’t help but chuckle, not sure what to say next. No matter what either of you told yourselves, this is not something that friends did.

You both sat in silence, your euphoric state quickly replaced by worry and regret. Jack could see it plastered on your face. He sat up quickly, taking your face into his hands. “Hey, look at me. This changes nothing. We’re still friends, I still love you.”

“I know. I’m good, I promise.” You stroked his knuckles.

“Good.” Jack nodded, trying to convince himself that he hadn’t just fucked up the greatest life-long friendship he’d ever had.

“Jack?”

“Yes, babe?”

“Do you mind if we just lay together for a while?” You ran your hands against the sheets.

“Of course.” You laid down, your back against Jack, feeling the rise and fall of his chest with each breath. “Promise me we didn’t ruin our friendship?” You couldn’t help but feel guilty, like you had tricked Jack into sleeping with you. Jack placed a kiss in your hair, pulling you in closer by the waist. “I promise you, nothing’s going to change.” He held you until you fell asleep, your breathing shallow and small snores escaping your lips. Jack laid awake for the rest of the night, not able to sleep as the thoughts of that evening ran through his mind.

Fuck, he thought to himself, tonight definitely ruined your friendship.

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octuscle · 5 months

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Merry Christmas! Or, er, Happy Holidays! Don’t wanna be presumptuous but I haven’t a clue what you celebrate, oh great wise Chronivac Support.

Aw why bother with niceties, you can probably tell I’m buttering you up. I’ll just get straight to it.

I live in the one campus dorm that’s right next to a frat house notorious for its wild, all-night parties. For most of my dorm mates, they love being so close to such a hotspot for booze and babes, but I—an eternally sober fruitcake— don’t really care for all that. Not to mention the loud music and flashing lights outside my window while I’m trying to sleep, god it drives me crazy.

Now, obviously I’m asking you to help me out, but I got a special request. Seeing as it’s the holly jolly time of year, I figured why not spice up my request. So, could you have one of their parties crashed by a real deal, mean Krampus? You know, Krampus, big, brutish, fuzzball that’s all about punishing naughty kids? You think you can have him punish those naughty frat boys and turn them into good little (or big, rather) musclebrats?

First of all, have a great holiday season too. I can't wish you a peaceful holiday season based on the information you've given me. I can understand you, but I don't really know how I can help you either. I'll send you a Krampus mask and a rod, maybe that will help with the next excess next door.

Bloody hell! It's Tuesday! In the middle of the week! Okay, maybe tomorrow is St. Nicholas Day, but that's no reason to make such a racket again. On the other hand… It's Krampus night. The evening of December 5th. There's no better occasion to put on the mask, grab the rod and really shake up the party in the house next door. You quickly put on a tracksuit and sneakers, put on the heavy mask, grab the rod and head next door.

The door is open. And step inside. Boozing and bawling frat boys are partying to loud music. And you see some of your roommates from your dorm. You shout "Krampus is here to punish the bad guys!" into the roar. And you start beating every jock who gets in your way with the rod. Nobody reacts at first. Then laughter. Then panic! Whoever your rod hits falls to the ground. You go into a sheer rush. Behind you, men lie on the ground with their limbs twitching, the drunken guys flee from you as best they can. But most of them just stumble over each other and make easy work of you. The big bell on your belt announces your arrival. You walk up the stairs with heavy steps. A few of the fugitives try to escape from the windows. A few barricade the doors. But no door can withstand your powerful step.

Apart from your own breathing and the music, nothing else can be heard. You pull the plug of the sound system out of the socket. Dead silence. The guys on the floor breathe peacefully and evenly. Another frat boy is hiding behind the sofa. One last strike with the rod. And your work on Krampus night is done.

Back in your dorm room, you take off your heavy mask. You're sweating in your heavy Krampus costume made of leather and sheepskins. The costume has been in your family for generations. Even your great-grandfather regularly took part in the Krampus runs in your home village in Salzburger Land.

Peace at last! "De verdammtn Gödln hom hodlt as kriagt, wos eana zugsteat!" you think to yourself as you finally take the costume off again and put it away in the wardrobe. And you fall into a deep and undisturbed sleep.

When your alarm clock rings at 07:00 the next morning, it's morning roll call in the fraternity house next door. The fraternity is known as the toughest training ground on campus. And home to the hottest guys. This morning they've been roaming the campus, stuffing candy and condoms into the good guys' polished boots. And now there are a few bare-chested push-ups in the snow. You love this sight.

You really couldn't ask for a better neighborhood.

Your pic found @hairysweatysmelly, the pic of the enhanced frat bros @nation-of-bros

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 11 months

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Wildest dreams, pt. 25

Summary: Y/N and Jacob make amends, deciding to spend time together and catch up, but their afternoon is interrupted by someone Y/N didn’t expect.

Warnings: angst, fluff, sexual innuendos, swearing, talking about death

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Like many times before, Y/N found herself at Jacob’s door, clutching a pizza box in her hands. She doesn’t even know if he’s home or if he’s with the Cullens, but she has to try. Her heart is racing, determined, but apprehensive as her thoughts are running wild. Balancing work, the impending doom Paul made her aware of as well as his solution to it has her mind stretched thin, down to the last fragile layer. In this dark sky her life has become, she needs a little sunshine and she doesn’t want to lose that sunray she had to go without so often in the past.

Jacob’s abandoned her twice now, she won’t give him a chance to do it again.

Taking a deep breath, steeling herself for what lies ahead, Y/N knocks on the door. Tapping her foot nervously, she swallows thickly. Chewing on her bottom lip, Y/N huffs, the weight of the pizza in her hand feeling overwhelming and she would swear she’s been waiting for someone to open the door for an eternity.

Jacob swings open the door, surprise evident on his face. His eyes widen at the sight of Y/N, more so at the pizza in her hand. Staring at the box, he raises a brow.

“Pepperoni?”

“And garlic”, she confirms.

Moving aside, he outstretches his right hand as a gesture. “You may enter.”

Stepping past Jacob, Y/N’s focused and unwavering gaze carefully threads across every inch of the living room, pausing on the old beat-up couch she binge-watched so many of her favorite shows on with Jacob that the cushion on the far left side has a permanent print of her ass on it. They were such good friends…more than friends, she corrects herself. Platonic soulmates. Despite them both developing romantic feelings for each other at different stages in their lives, their friendship was never revolving around that – at the end of the day, they’d still sit on that couch and toss popcorn in each other’s mouths. The record was 15 in a row from what she can remember.

Heading to her old spot, she sits on the worn-out fabric, ignoring the way the springs creak under her weight. Placing the pizza on the coffee table ahead, she watches Jacob move to his own spot. He’s cautious, waiting for her to start the conversation and she can’t blame him for being apprehensive. She did explode on him last he saw her, but can he blame her for it? He’s been gone for years and suddenly he’s in her bathroom joining a fight that’s private between her and Paul? It wasn’t his place and despite him being on her side of the argument, Jacob can’t possibly assume he has a free pass to interject in what she and Paul discuss as a couple.

“I didn’t expect you’d be here”, she manages a small smile. “Thought you’d be with your imprint or with the pack, or maybe that you’d go with Charlie, Billy and my dad to the fishing cabin.”

Jacob’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Yet you came here with a warm pizza?” Prying open the box, Jacob inhales the already spreading scent. “My fav one to be exact.”

“I wanted to make sure we were fine”, she licks her lips.

“You mean you wanted to apologize?” Jacob looks at her, their eyes locking. If the room was a conscious being it would have held its breath as Jacob and Y/N stared at each other in silence, the unspoken tension growing dangerously thick.

“No”, Y/N furrows her eyebrows. “I don’t see a reason to.”

“Seriously?” Jacob narrows his eyes.

Y/N nods. “I’m not sorry for putting my foot down and not allowing you to be a part of an intimate argument only Paul and I should weigh in on.” She tucks her hair behind her ears as she leans forward, her hands locked together, fitting between her knees. “Kicking you out wasn’t cool, but you can’t do that.”

“Protect you?” Jacob lifts his brows, his nostrils flaring. “He would have you turn into a bloodsucker, instead of finding better ways to protect you. It’s insane!”

Shaking her head, she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. “You’re allowed to intervene if he’s physically hurting me. Which he isn’t!” She’s quick to reassure Jacob. “He’s never raised a hand to me and I don’t think he ever would. But when it’s an argument, no matter how bad, I don’t want you to intervene. Not unless I ask for help.”

Swallowing thickly, Jacob looks away, defeated. “If that’s what you want, I’ll respect your wishes.”

“Thank you”, she sighs.”And may I remind you that you’re imprinted on a “blood sucker”?” Licking her lips she continues. “I know it’s not easy being my friend Jacob, but I really do appreciate you.”

Smacking his lips, still dissatisfied, he reaches to grab a slice. “You’re the only one who knows how I like my pizza.” Shrugging, he glances at her, “That’s why I can’t lose you and we both know it.”

Snorting, she shakes her head lightly. “Yes, of course. How would you ever survive without me?”

“Would expire in a week”, Jacob quips.

“You survived for a lot longer”, she reminds him, a bit bitterly. “Sorry”, she covers her mouth, eyes wide in surprise. She didn’t mean for it to come out like that, but the truth is, she’s always the one being left behind in their friendship and it’s exhausting having a best friend that’s never in her life. If anything, she’s better friends with Embry and Emily now. Sad as it is, Jacob doesn’t know her as well as he used to. What they have now is nostalgia and love. A whole lot of love.

“Don’t be”, Jacob clears his throat. “You’re right. I haven’t been around for a long time.”

“Twice”, she adds sheepishly.

“Twice”, he confirms with a pained expression on his face. Putting down what’s left of the slice back in the box, Jacob buries his head in his hands. “I’ve spent as many years away from you as I’ve spent with you.”

Moving closer to him, Y/N places a hand on his shoulder gently. “But you’ve loved me for all those years.”

“I’ve spent so much of my life without you, but I loved you for a lot longer than I’ve had you.” Paul confesses as he stares through their bedroom window. “You’ve always been there, lurking in the shadows of my mind and I can’t accept I don’t have decades of us to look forward to.”

Lying on her side, Y/N chews on her bottom lip. He’s right. They wasted so much time living in their own heads when they were younger and now when they have it all figured out, this life they worked hard on preparing healthy foundations for is threatened.

“I know you’re scared.” Paul looks at her over his shoulder. “I am scared too. But if we could have a chance at a forever, why would you refuse?

“I don’t need a forever if it could sever our bond and I certainly don’t have a desire to drink blood while you grow to despise what I’ve become. I’ve heard you speak of the vampires and I’ve known your dislike for their kind, Paul.”

Turning away from him, she sighs. “I’d rather cherish the time we had, then lose you altogether.”

“Quality over quantity”, she whispers.

Sniffling, he lets his hands fall into his lap, looking at Y/N with a hint of a smile. “That’s the only thing I’m certain of.”

A tired smile appears on her soft lips. “Quality over quantity”, she whispers under her breath. Same as Paul, the way Jacob loves her matters more than the absence.

As Y/N sat there, her mind began to wander back to the last time she and Jacob had parted ways, when he confessed his love for her. It was a painful and difficult choice to make, but she had chosen Paul. She had chosen a life with him, despite knowing she had some unresolved, lingering feelings buried deep under for her best friend that she couldn’t decipher. At the time, all she knew was that Paul was etched into her very being and Jacob could never cut him out of her. And she knows she’s made the right choice, the past years of bliss were a clear indication, so why does her heart quiver now with a nagging question?

Now, at this moment, Y/N couldn't help but wonder if Jacob still loved her the way he had before. She contemplated whether she should bring up the topic if it would serve any purpose or bring any good to their relationship. After all, she is certain she no longer feels romantic love for Jacob, and she knows that reopening those old wounds can only lead to pain and confusion.

Yet, the curiosity nags at her. It’s a part of her that longs to know the truth, to understand the depth of Jacob's feelings he claimed he felt then. She ponders if it’s out of a selfish desire to feel wanted, to validate her worth, or simply because she cares about him and wants to ensure their friendship remains intact.

Y/N knows that asking Jacob would only complicate things further. It would dredge up unresolved emotions, potentially causing more harm than good. The rational side of her urges her to let go of the past, and to focus on the present and the relationship she has with Paul. But emotions, especially the ones entwined with history and memories, are not easily subdued by logic.

She sighs softly, her gaze fixed on Jacob as he quietly enjoyed his pizza slice. There is a deep well of affection between them, a bond that had weathered many storms. They shared countless memories, laughter, and tears. But she can't deny that their paths had diverged, leading them to different destinations.

As Y/N weighed her options, she reminded herself of the love she bears for Paul. He is her partner, her present, and her future...however long she may have, he will be there until the end. She cherishes their connection, their shared dreams, and the strength they find in each other every day. She doesn't want to jeopardize that by dwelling on what might have been with Jacob. She would never risk Paul’s love for a moment of weakness that’s fueled by her own fears of what awaits her.

Resolving to let go of her lingering questions, Y/N pushes aside all those doubts and fears. She will focus on the friendship they can rebuild, and nurture it with honesty, respect, and understanding. The love between them might have transformed, but it doesn't mean their bond is any less significant.

With a deep breath, Y/N turns her attention back to Jacob, a genuine smile gracing her lips. They have come a long way, and she is determined to cherish the friendship over non-existing teenage daydreams. Whatever doubts or uncertainties remain, she will confront them within herself, finding solace in the choices she made.

For now, at this moment, she will savor the warmth of Jacob’s friendship, appreciating the love and support they can still offer each other. And perhaps, with time, the unanswered questions will lose their grip on her heart, allowing her to tend to the infinite happiness she finds within Paul while treasuring the enduring connection she shares with Jacob.

Just as Y/N thought they can settle into a calm afternoon of catching up, an unexpected interruption shattered the tranquility they found in each other. The front door swung open, and a young woman stepped inside.

Looking at the unknown girl, Y/N grabbed Jacob’s hand on reflex as she turns to him, her eyes resting on the slightly raised eyebrows on his face.

“Nessie”, Jacob exclaims. Seems he didn’t expect her visit either.

As Y/N's gaze fell upon Renesmee, she couldn't help but be captivated by the young woman's ethereal beauty. Renesmee possesses a rare and mesmerizing combination of features that seem to defy conventional standards of attractiveness. Is this what Paul warned her about when he talked about the cold ones? About how everything about them is meant to be inviting, to lure their victims into their trap? Because she can’t tear her eyes from this girl, going over every inch of her as the sun illuminates her through the open door. Watching her move as she closes the door and slowly walks toward the couch.

Immensely beautiful, Renesmee's face is graced with high cheekbones that give an elegant sculptural quality to her visage. Her perfectly shaped eyebrows arch gracefully above her expressive chocolate-brown eyes, drawing attention to their depth and warmth. Her straight nose adds a sense of refinement to her features, while her strong jawline exudes both strength and femininity. But it’s her full, shell-pink lips that hold a delicate allure, inviting admiration with every curve. It’s no wonder Jacob forgets about her when he’s gone with the Cullens – if she’s captivated by her, he certainly can’t resist her as her wolf.

Renesmee's bronze hair has an unusual hue that sets her apart, falling in a cascade of ringlets past her waist. The curls, like delicate tendrils, seem to possess a life of their own, lending an air of whimsy and playfulness to her overall appearance. When she first entered, Y/N noticed the bronze color of her hair shimmer in the sunlight, reflecting hues of gold and copper, adding a touch of enchantment to her already radiant presence that didn’t quite dim once she closed the door.

The contrast between Renesmee's curly hair and her porcelain-like, pale skin is striking. Her complexion seems to glow softly as if illuminates from within. It bears a subtle blush, highlighting her naturally pink, rosy cheeks. The flawless canvas of her skin, reminiscent of back-lit alabaster, holds a luminescence, particularly under sunrays caressing her through the living room windows.

And now that she’s closer, she can truly focus on Renesmee’s eyes—deep, captivating pools of chocolate brown. They hold a depth and wisdom that seems to defy her youthful appearance, emanating warmth and kindness.

Renesmee's physical beauty is extraordinary, a rare combination of features that leave an indelible impression. But it’s not just her outward appearance that holds allure. It’s the way she carries herself, the grace that exudes from within, that truly makes Renesmee a captivating presence. She is a living embodiment of enchantment and innocence, a personification of beauty in all its multifaceted forms and Y/N has never been in awe of someone as she is now, nor did she feel less adequate and insecure.

Renesmee's eyes meet Y/N's, and a mix of curiosity and caution flicker across her face. Y/N has to stop herself from frowning as Renesmee's gaze shifts to Jacob, and a soft smile graces her lips. It’s a smile filled with love, a smile that mirrors the depth of their bond. Last she remembers, Jacob claimed Renesmee had a boyfriend, but that was so long ago. A lot can change overnight, let alone in years. She didn’t even ask if Jacob was now with his imprint in a different role than before.

"Hey," Renesmee greets them, her voice filled with warmth Y/N assumes is reserved for Jacob more than her.

"I didn't expect to see you here, Y/N." Renesmee addresses her. While Y/N never saw a photo of Renesmee, she clearly saw hers. Unfair advantage, but she won’t fuss about it now.

Y/N manages a polite smile, her heart pounding with a mix of emotions. She’s acutely aware of the complexities of the situation—the imprint bond Jacob and Renesmee share, as well as the history Y/N shares with him. It feels like a tangled web she can't unravel.

“Jacob’s my best friend and he’s been gone for a long time. Where else would I be when he’s in town?” Y/N replies, her voice tinged with a touch of unease. As beautiful and kind as Renesmee seems, Y/N can’t help the queasiness she feels being so close to her. Everything in her is screaming to put some distance between them, to run and not look back, as if her brain can’t reconcile the inhumane appearance with anything but a warning. All beautiful things in nature are dangerous, not to be trifled with. How is a vampire any different?

“Of course”, Renesmee smiles, almost as if she wanted to flash her dimples around, just to remind Y/N once again how beautiful she is. The girl’s eyes brighten as she notices the pizza box, “And you brought a pizza!”

“Jacob’s favorite”; Y/N notes, pulling her hand away from Jacob’s. The last thing she needs now is to provoke vampire offspring to attack her. Paul dreams of her death every time he closes his eyes, she doesn’t need to go out of her way to make it come true sooner.

Jacob's attention shifts back and forth between the two women, his expression guarded yet conflicted. Y/N can't help but wonder if he senses the anxiety gripping Y/N’s insides.

"Yeah, I wanted to make sure he gets his daily fix," Y/N says, her voice gentle but laced with uncertainty.

Renesmee's gaze shifts from Y/N to Jacob, and she takes a step closer to him before sitting in his lap, intertwining her fingers with his. “It’s a miracle how much he can eat. I watched him devour half a mountain lion this morning during a hunt.”

Swallowing thickly, Y/N clears her throat. If she had any doubts before, she doesn’t anymore. They’re clearly together and apparently, her Jacob is now eating forest animals more than regular meals. He's becoming what is necessary to survive in that family and despite knowing it’s not something strange for wolves, Y/N can’t help the nausea stirring up the oatmeal she had for breakfast, threatening to spill out of her like a volcano erupting.

“I don’t really do that often”, Jacob reassures Y/N with a nervous smile.

Chuckling, Renesmee shakes her head. “Yeah, sometimes it’s rabbits or bears!”

Covering her mouth, Y/N nods.

“You look a bit green there”, Renesmee points out. “We didn’t gross you out, did we?”

Shaking her head with a slight frown, Y/N stands. “I should probably go.”

“No”, Jacob stands, all but dropping Renesmee in the process. If she was a human, she’d be on the floor, but the vampire speed allowed her to land on her feet rather than her ass. “You should stay. We can watch Harry Potter like we used to! I can make popcorn and I have your favorite ice cream in the freezer.”

Letting out a sigh, Y/N glances at Renesmee who didn’t look happy with the suggestions Jacob is making.

“Please”, Jacob speaks once more and this time Y/N couldn’t ignore the desperation in his voice. Despite the display of affection Renesmee showed, Jacob doesn’t seem quite as eager to spend time with her alone.

“Jacob, are you okay?” Renesmee asks, concern evident in her eyes.

Jacob lets out a sigh, his gaze shifting between Renesmee and Y/N. “Yeah, Nessie. I’m fine. Just some old history catching up on me and I really want to spend time with my friend.”

He didn’t invite her to join and Y/N can tell Renesmee is hurt by it. Despite it, she nods understandingly, her gaze softening as she looks to Y/N. “I hope you can resolve everything and catch up properly, so you can both move forward. It’s important to protect what’s valuable to us today…tomorrow.”

Pursing her lips, Y/N nods in agreement. “Couldn’t agree more.” And while she and Jacob will never quite be the way they once were, it’s not necessarily a bad thing. They can find a way to make their friendship much stronger in different ways, to form new paths that lead to a future where they won’t spend years apart. And for whatever reason, Jacob needs her to be with him today and he’s valuable to her, someone worth protecting even if she doesn’t know what she’s protecting him from.

“I appreciate that”, Renesmee says, her voice sincere. “And I hope you know how much your willingness to be Jacob’s friend means to me. He talks about you so often, I was starting to wonder if he’ll wither away missing you.”

“We went through a lot together”, Y/N justifies. “He’s in my first memories and I hope he’ll be in my life long enough to be part of my last memories too.”

Renesmee smiles, a gesture that holds both forgiveness and acceptance. “I hope so too. Perhaps in time, we can be friends too.”

Nodding, Y/N returns the smile. “Yeah. No reason for us to be on opposite sides or on the offensive. As long as you’re treating Jacob right.”

Jacob and Renesmee share a look, a silent communication passing between them.

“I suppose I should get out of your way”, Renesmee passes by, her cold hand brushing Y/N’s. “It really was nice meeting you, Y/N.” She smiles as her hand grips the knob of the front door. “I’d like to get to know you better soon. Maybe you can come by the house and meet everyone else? It can be a Sunday lunch, Paul’s invited too!”

Blinking fast, Y/N glances at Jacob. “I’m not sure if Paul would be delighted by that. I can ask.”

“Great! I’d love it if he came too, but if he can’t come, Jacob can drive you over. I’m sure you’ll love Esme’s cooking.”

Before she had a chance to correct her, Renesmee was gone. Like a lightning strike across the sky, she was terrifying and awe-worthy, and just as quickly as she appeared, she left, leaving a shaken pair behind.

“I didn’t say yes”, Y/N exclaims.

“She doesn’t acknowledge anything other than what she desires to hear”, Jacob sighs. “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect her to show up like this.”

“Does she do that often?” Y/N raises a brow. “Show up without a heads up and ruin everyone’s appetite with hunting wildlife stories?”

Chuckling lowly, Jacob nods. “Pretty much. She was likely going to the fishing hut to see Charlie and picked up an unknown scent and chose to investigate.”

Walking to the kitchen, Y/N pauses by the counters. Leaning back, she looks at Jacob who leans on the doorway, his arms folded across his chest.

“So, you’re together now?” Y/N asks.

Huffing, Jacob shakes his head. “She wants that to happen, but I’ve been pretty clear on us being friends until she’s at least thirty. Even then it would be weird as fuck.”

“How are you able to say no? If she wants a romantic relationship, don’t you have to comply?”

Nodding, he grimaces. “It’s painful saying no, mostly because I can sense her being hurt by my rejection, but she hasn’t forced me into anything.” Opening the fridge, he adds, “Yet.”

Closing her eyes, Y/N bites her lower lip. “Would she?”

“I don’t know”, Jacob admits. “She’s a kind-hearted girl, but she’s also spoiled as hell and I don’t know which part of her will win if she runs out of patience.”

“Wonderful”, she remarks. “You’re at her mercy essentially.”

“Yup!” Jacob grabs the ice cream and leans on the counter beside Y/N. “But Edward has been a help with her lately. She respects his opinions and takes his advice to heart and so far he’s been pro-choice in this regard.”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N leans her temple on Jacob’s shoulder. “And I’m supposed to share a meal with them? A house full of vampires who don’t actually eat?”

“Nessie and I eat.”

“You two don’t count.”

Snorting, Jacob holds up the ice cream in front of her face. “Well, if I don’t count you won’t get any ice cream.”

Groaning, she glares at him. “You count, but she doesn’t. Is that ok?”

Seemingly debating it, Jacob narrows his eyes and presses his lips for a few moments. “I’ll accept that answer.”

“Good.”

“Paul counts though, doesn’t he?” Jacob questions.

“He’s probably going to blow it off.”

Raising his brow, he hands her the ice cream. “No, he won’t. If you think he’s letting you walk into a house full of vampires with the terrors he goes through every night, you might be missing a few screws in that pretty little head of yours.”

“He’s really going to hate the idea of going, though.”

“Mhmm.”

Sighing, Y/N rubs her forehead. “Even I don’t wanna go. I was trying to let her down gently.”

“And she knew that which is why she decided not to let you talk and jumped from inviting you to already setting it up as if it was a sure thing. Most people don’t fight it.”

“I would have if she stayed long enough instead of evaporating into thin air.”

“It’s her favorite trick.”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N takes out the spoons, smiling slightly at the fact nothing really changed in that house since she was a kid. It’s comforting to be able to walk into a place she used to call her second home and find it is still welcoming her with open arms.

“I know she’s younger than us, but I don’t enjoy the disappearance act.”

Shrugging, Jacob takes the spoon. “I’m used to it.”

“Are the rest of them like her?” Y/N asks cautiously.

“They can be, but it’s just because they don’t have a lot of experience with humans. Bella was their outlier.”

“Right”, Y/N smacks her lips. “Bella. Who is now one of them.”

Giving her a curious look, Jacob nods. “And has been for nearly 20 years.”

“It’s weird. I haven’t seen her since leaving for college. You guys were still here at the time.”

“And she was a vampire that time you saw us in the parking lot.” Jacob reminds her. “Renesmee was the little girl, as you can probably know now.”

Shaking the memory of, Y/N grimaces. “I finally got used to the shape-shifting thing and the stories around La push and now I have to get used to vampires…when I might be killed by one soon? It's overwhelming”, she admits. “I don’t even know if I want to know Renesmee…or any of them.”

“If you don’t want to go, I’ll make an excuse.” Jacob offers.

Looking at the tiles, she shudders at the thought of what Paul is going to think. Going to the Cullens will stress him out without any proper need. He has enough on his plate without her making friends with the very vampires who might cause her death.

“I’ll talk to Paul, but better start thinking of an excuse. A good one.”

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A/n: I had no time to really go over this chapter, hopefully not to many mistakes were made and bless you if you managed to get through the mistakes I probably did make. Things will start heating up soon as I head into the latter stages of this series. Let’s all have some prayers, prayers, sorrows for my posting schedule lately, I’m aware this one took forever, but as many of you know I’m trying to balance working in a new department I’m likely to be doing my residency in, so I’m mentally drained from it all. With all that in mind, I do hope you liked this chapter although it didn’t feature much of Paul other than a short flashback, but I felt like I needed a break from their current situation and heavy arguments. Please let me know what you think about the chapter, but also of the dynamic Jacob and Renesmee have, of the way Renesmee and Y/N are around each other and especially on Paul’s idea for Y/N’s survival as well as her response to it. Honestly, I live for every theory you guys have, for every comment on the writing, the story itself, the characters (even when they’re annoying, cause sometimes they are xD) and of course general ways of interacting with me and the story. Even when inspiration is running low and I’m stretched thin in real life, getting readers who are excited about the series makes me sit down and write. So this is a special shoutout to the reader @mo-s-blog who sent me an ask recently that had me sitting down and typing this entire chapter in about two days.

PART 26

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