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Invasion of Privacy | Ep. 7 -Truth or Dare

ᑉ³SYNOPSIS; In the dazzling world of fame, you have it all—a beautiful home, devoted fans, and Chan, the love of your life. But when cryptic messages start arriving, the line between adoration and obsession blurs. With each note, you feel increasingly unsafe. Now, you're on a dangerous journey to uncover the truth before it's too late.

ᑉ³PAIRING; Chan x Idol! reader. Ft. Stray Kids

ᑉ³GENRE; Smau, FF , Angst, Hurt, Comfort, mystery

ᑉ³GENERAL WARNINGS ;Violence, Sasaeng (Stalker). Mentions of a knife, mentions of blood, Home invasion, cursing, Kissing, Pain, death, Implied female reader, Certain episodes may be Suggestive MDNI ᑉ³EPISODE WARNINGS : dirty talk, swearing, use of ' 'whore', 'Good girl' , 'Slut', unprotected P in V, teasing, fingering , oral ( f. receiving), begging, edging, Aftercare, Smut. SMUTTTY SMUT, minors do NOT interact. Smut is in between the -- if you wish to skip.

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The night had been restless, filled with uneasy dreams and fragmented thoughts. You woke with a start, the early morning light filtering through the curtains. Sitting up slowly, you rubbed your eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep as you considered your options.

Chan was gone, that much was true. The dorm room felt emptier without his presence, the air tinged with the echoes of your heated argument from the night before. Staying here alone felt daunting, but the idea of returning home filled you with a different kind of dread.

Glancing at your phone, half-expecting a message from him, there was nothing. The silence between you was loud, laden with unresolved emotions. Sighing softly, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and stood up.

The dorm was quiet, the usual sounds of morning routines absent. It was as if time had slowed down, allowing the weight of recent events to settle in.

Deciding to freshen up, you made your way to the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face. The coolness was refreshing, a brief respite from the turmoil swirling inside you. Staring at your reflection, you wondered how everything had spiraled so quickly. The award, the mysterious gifts, the confessions, and the loss—all seemed like an overwhelming blur.

All the events were reminders that trust was a luxury you couldn't afford right now.

After a quick shower and change of clothes, you decided to head out, feeling slightly more composed. Standing in the doorway, hesitating before locking up, your phone buzzed softly in your hand. It was a message from Aera, your assistant, whose concern warmed your heart amidst the chaos.

"Hey, how are you doing? Do you need anything done today?" Her message read.

You smiled faintly at her concern, typing out a quick reply. "I'm okay. I will let you know if anything comes up."

Leaving the dorm behind, you stepped out into the crisp morning air, the city awakening around you. People hurried past, lost in their own worlds, unaware of the turmoil churning inside you. You walked aimlessly for a while, seeking solace in the familiar streets of Seoul.

Seungmin remained in the hospital, his condition stable but unconscious.

As you walked through the bustling streets of Seoul, you found yourself drawn towards the hospital where he lay, a silent figure in a sterile room.

Arriving at the hospital, you navigated the familiar halls with a heavy heart. Nurses bustled about, doctors exchanged quiet words, and families sat in waiting rooms, their faces etched with concern. The atmosphere was one of subdued tension, a stark contrast to the vibrant city outside.

Finding Seungmin's room, you paused at the doorway, hesitating before stepping inside. His pale form lay still on the hospital bed, machines softly beeping in the background. The sight of him like this, so vulnerable and fragile, brought a lump to your throat.

Pulling up a chair beside his bed, you took his hand gently in yours. It felt warm, reassuring in its familiarity. Memories of happier times flooded your mind – his infectious laughter, his unwavering support during difficult moments, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled.

"You're going to be okay," you whispered softly, more to reassure yourself than anything else.

As hours passed in the hospital room, you remained by Seungmin's side, lost in your thoughts. Aera's messages occasionally buzzed in your pocket, but you couldn't bring yourself to reply just yet.

The hospital had become a refuge of sorts, a place where time seemed suspended, allowing you to confront the whirlwind of emotions inside you.

Lost in your contemplation, a familiar voice broke through the quiet. Minho, stood in the doorway, his expression a mix of concern and reassurance.

"Hey," he said softly, stepping inside. "How are you holding up?"

You looked up, grateful for his presence but feeling a wave of awkwardness wash over you. Minho had always been a good friend, someone you could rely on, but the recent events had left everything feeling strained and uncertain.

"I... I don't know," you admitted quietly, your gaze drifting back to Seungmin. "It's just... a lot."

Minho nodded understandingly, pulling up a chair beside you. His usually easygoing demeanor seemed tempered with a sense of solemnity, acknowledging the gravity of the situation.

"Seungmin's doing okay. The doctors say he could be out soon," Minho offered, trying to provide some comfort.

"That's good to hear," you replied with a breath of relief, grateful for the positive update on Seungmin's condition.

After a moment of silence, Minho spoke again, his voice soft and hesitant. "I... heard about what happened between you and Chan."

Your breath caught in your throat, surprised. "You did?"

He nodded, briefly glancing at you before returning his gaze to Seungmin. "Yeah. He came to the hospital late last night. Looked like he hadn't slept."

Guilt washed over you, not knowing that your argument with Chan had affected him deeply. "I didn't mean for things to get so... heated."

Minho sighed softly, his expression sympathetic. "Chan... he cares about you a lot. Sometimes that passion can come out in ways that surprise us."

You nodded, feeling the weight of his words. "I know. I just... I didn't handle it well."

"He'll come around," Minho reassured, his voice gentle. "Give him some time."

"I hope so.."

Minho nodded understandingly, standing up and stretching slightly after hours spent in the hospital room.

"We've been here a while," he said, glancing back at you. "Changbin will be here soon to replace me. I can take you home, if you're ready."

"Yeah," you replied gratefully, giving Seungmin a final glance. "I think I'm ready."

Minho nodded, standing up and stretching slightly. "Let me grab a few things, and we can head out."

As you both gathered your things and prepared to leave, Minho glanced back at Seungmin, his expression softening with empathy.

Together, you walked through the quiet halls of the hospital. The city seemed to hold its breath, the usual chaos muted.

As he drove you home, the atmosphere inside the car was tinged with a somber calm. The streetlights flickered past, casting fleeting shadows across his face as he focused on the road ahead. The silence between you was companionable, yet heavy.

As the silence lingered, your thoughts drifted to the unease of returning home alone. The recent events had left you feeling vulnerable, the safety of your own space compromised. The idea of installing security cameras had crossed your mind more than once, a desperate attempt to regain a sense of control.

Chan had taken the initiative to install security cameras for you the day he found out, a gesture that had should have eased the anxiety of being alone at home. His thoughtful act had provided a layer of reassurance during times when the presence of 'Stay' seemed to infiltrate even your most private moments.

"You sure you're going to be okay here on your own?" Minho asked softly, his voice filled the quiet space.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I have security cameras installed."

he glanced at you, his brow furrowing slightly. "Cameras?"

"Yeah," you continued, feeling a bit self-conscious. "With everything that's been happening... I just... I don't feel safe anymore."

He nodded slowly, understanding dawning in his expression. "I get that. But wouldn't that be a bit... paranoid?"

You shrugged, looking down at your hands. "Maybe. But... I don't know what else to do."

Lee Know sighed, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "It's your call. Just... be careful not to let fear consume you."

You nodded, grateful for his honesty, even if it wasn't the encouragement you had hoped for. "I'll think about it."

As you arrived at your house, he pulled up to the curb, the engine humming softly. You hesitated before stepping out, silently thanking him before making your way into your house.

The days had passed in a haze of tension and uncertainty since your argument with Chan. Despite the passage of time, his absence weighed heavily on your heart, the echoes of his words and your own lingering in the quiet corners of your mind. Each day felt like a struggle to maintain normalcy, the absence of his presence a constant reminder of the rift between you.

Each night, you find yourself waking with a start, heart racing from nightmares that seem all too real. Normally, Chan would be there to comfort you, to reassure you that you're safe. But now, with him gone and no word of his whereabouts, you feel different.

Alone.

The days blur together, filled with a mix of worry for Seungmin, guilt over Chan, and the unsettling presence of 'Stay' lingering in the background. You've tried to maintain a sense of normalcy, focusing on work and keeping up appearances, but the fear of being watched, of something lurking just out of sight, is ever-present.

One evening, as you sat alone in your living room, the soft glow of the security monitors casting flickering shadows on the walls, there came a hesitant knock at your door. Startled, you glanced at the clock

—late enough that unexpected visitors were unusual.

With cautious steps, you approached the door, heart racing with apprehension.

Opening it cautiously, you were met with Chan's familiar figure standing on your doorstep. His expression was a mix of apprehension, exhaustion, and remorse, his usual confidence replaced by vulnerability.

You stood there for a moment, stunned into silence as you processed the sight of Chan standing before you.

"Chan," you breathed, the name escaping your lips in a mix of relief and disbelief.

"Can we talk?" he asked quietly. You hesitated, unsure whether to let him in, but something in his eyes—perhaps a glimpse of the hurt you knew mirrored your own—changed your mind. Nodding silently, you stepped aside, allowing him to enter.

Chan stood awkwardly in the center of the room. You waited, arms folded defensively across your chest, unsure of what to expect.

"I'm sorry," he finally began, his voice barely above a whisper. "I shouldn't have left like that."

You sighed softly, feeling the weight of his words. "I don't blame you. But... I invaded Hyunjin's privacy."

Chan looked at you, his expression softening with understanding. "But you had your reasons. You felt unsafe. I can't be mad at you for that."

You nodded slowly, grateful for his understanding yet still grappling with the guilt of crossing that line. "I know, but it wasn't right."

"I know," Chan replied gently. "We all make mistakes, especially when we're scared."

"but I... I shouldn't have said those what I said to you." he continued. " I was... I was scared. Scared of losing you."

His admission took you aback, the raw honesty in his words catching you off guard. Despite your own hurt, you couldn't deny the sincerity in his voice.

"I was upset," you confessed softly, your gaze dropping to the floor. "When you left... it felt like you were abandoning me when I needed you the most."

Chan's expression softened further, regret shadowing his features. "I'm sorry," he whispered, the words heavy with remorse. "I never meant to make you feel that way."

You sighed, the weight of unspoken emotions hanging in the air between you. "I know you didn't... but it still hurt."

"I never meant to hurt you," he continued, his gaze pleading. "I just... I let my emotions get the better of me. And I know that's no excuse."

You watched him carefully, the walls around your heart beginning to soften in the face of his vulnerability. His apology was genuine, his regret palpable in the air between you.

"I don't expect you to forgive me right away," he continued, his voice cracking slightly. "But I want you to know... I'll do whatever it takes to make things right. I'll give you space if you need it. I'll... I'll grovel if that's what it takes. I want to be here for you, no matter what."

He took a deep breath. "Can we... move past this?" he asked hesitantly, searching your eyes for reassurance.

You searched his eyes, seeing the sincerity and determination etched in every line of his face. You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words and the weight of your own conflicting feelings. The road ahead seemed daunting, filled with uncertainties and the scars of recent wounds. But in Chan's earnest plea, you found a glimmer of possibility—a chance to rebuild what had been fractured.

"I want to," you admitted softly, your voice trembling with both fear and longing.

Chan's eyes softened with relief, his own hand finding yours, fingers intertwining in a silent promise. The air around you seemed to shift, charged and electric as you leaned in, hesitantly closing the gap between your lips.

The kiss was tender, tentative at first, a gentle exploration of shared forgiveness and connection. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as if afraid to let go. For a moment, the world outside faded away, leaving only the both of you.

Chan's hands began to roam over your body, teasing and caressing you, pulling you even closer to him.

"God I love you so much." He said between kisses. You hands mad their wayt o his face, cupping his cheeks softly.

" Y/N.... I want you so bad," he growled.

"Then take me," you replied, your lips never leaving his. "I'm all yours."

Chan didn't need any further encouragement. He picked you up and carried you to your bed, kissing you all the way there as you straddled him, until he laid you down gently on the bed.

You removed your shirt and pants, laying before him in nothing but your cute red underwear, feeling vulnerable and exposed. Chan's eyes roamed over your body, a look of pure lust on his face. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "God im so lucky."

You reached out and took off his shirt, eager to feel his muscular body against yours. He kissed you harder, more intensely, as his kisses slowly made his way down your neck and chest.

His mouth found your nipple, and he began to suck and nibble on it. You moaned softly, your hands tangling in his hair as he teased and teased you with his tongue. As you writhed in pleasure, Chan's hand moved between your legs, his fingers gently rubbing your pussy through the fabric. You moaned louder, your hips bucking against his hand.

"Please, Chan," you begged, your voice ragged. "I need you."

Chan didn't reply. He simply smirked at you and began to remove your underwear, exposing your bare body to him.

"So wet.. And so pretty." he growled, his fingers sliding between your folds to find your clit. You cried out as he began to rub it in slow, teasing circles, his other hand gently massaging your breasts. You could feel your orgasm slowly building.

Chan's fingers were working their magic on you, and you were close to cumming. But you wanted more, you wanted to feel his hard cock inside you.

"Chan..." You whined," Please fuck me." You gripped his hair tighter.

"Hmm? What was that?" he said. His fingers going faster in you, his breath warm against your skin.

"Fuck... Please… please Chan," You cry out. "Fuck me.... please. I need you," you say, whining to his touch.

Chan chuckled, a low, seductive sound that sent shivers down your spine. "What a whore… Look at you.. Whining for my cock. Are my fingers not enough for you?" He inserted another finger, the stretch becoming almost too much to bear.

"Fe-feel so good." You managed to say. You moaned as Chan pushed his fingers deeper into you, hitting your g spot.

"Oh-Oh my God, I'm so close, Chan.." You said, your voice a soft whisper. Your hips bucked against his hands.

"Not yet, baby. I want to taste you," he whispered, his voice filled with desire. "I want you to cum in my mouth instead."

His head found its way between your legs, his tongue finding your clit as his fingers plunged deeper and harder into your pussy.

You were close, so close, and Chan's tongue and fingers were bringing you closer and closer to the edge. He hummed against your clit as your fingers tangled themselves into his hair.

"Chan, please...I'm going to... "

Chan smiled, as he continued his actions. His tongue teased your tight hole as you reached your orgasm and your cum oozed out of you and down your thigh.

"Good girl," he purred, cleaning you up with his tounge. He pressed sweet, soft kisses to your clit and you whined.

Chan's lips trailed back up your body, kissing and nibbling their way to your mouth. He finally kissed your lips and you could taste yourself on his tounge. Your hands found their way to his clothed cock and you rubbed his hard member.

He quickly grabbed your hand to stop you. "Tsk.. Tsk ..Tsk..." he said. "This is about you. I want to make you feel good."

"No.." You said, trying to stroke him. "I want to make you feel good too."

Chan groaned and his hands went to his pants, unbuttoning and removing them, along with his boxers.

"You do make me feel good.." he said as his hands gripped your hips, lifting you and teasing his cock at your entrance. You took this opportinity to surprise him by flipping you both over, putting yourself on top.

You began to grind against him, mixing your cum with his pre cum.

"Oh?" he purred, his hands cupping your ass. "My baby wants to be on top?"

You leaned down and kissed him, as you slowly sank down onto his cock. You gasped, his length filling you completely.

"Fuck," he moaned, his eyes closing and his face contorting in pleasure.

You started moving up and down, your hips grinding into his as his cock slid in and out of you. Chan's hands roamed over your body, caressing and teasing you as you rode him.

You saw the bulge of his cock in your stomach with every bounce. "Mmm. That's it baby. That-Thats it. Good girl. Good Fucking girl." He said as you bounced faster and faster on his cock.

You began to clench around him, a tell tale sign of your coming orgasm. Groans leave his lips, dick throbbing deep inside you. Chan cursed lowly under his breath as he watched you look down at him.

You continue to grind your hips down against him, loving the look of desperation on his fucked out face as his leaking tip twitched in your warmth.

“Fuck” he said, feeling you clench more and more around him. "Fuckkkk. Fuck.. oh-" He said as he closed his eyes. Chan's hands remained on your hips, holding you as you moved.

Suddenly he presses his hands down on your waist forcing you to stop.

You whined from the sudden stop, on the edge of cumming. Chan was so thick. So big.

SO big.

Cockwarming him was almost painful. You wanted to keep moving, to keep feeling him hit your cervix over and over and over again.

"Get off" he said sharply. "Get-get… get off. Please" he whimpered. His hips bucked against you, contradicting what his words were saying. "Please.. I-I can't take it. I'm gonna cum if you dont- fuck.....If you dont get off i'll cum inside you."

"You don't wanna cum in me?" you purred, looking him straight in the eyes with a pout. He gulped and looked away, his breathing laboured.

"Tell me how bad you want to fill me up, Channie."

"Baby..please," he begged, his voice low and needy. "We have no protection and-"

"Cum inside Channie" you said, interrupting him. You slowly moved your hips, making sure he stayed deep inside you. And GOD did he feel good.

"Baby…Please," Chan said, his eyes pleading. "Please. You feel so good, and tight and warm and - arrgh.. If you keep going I won't be able to stop myself. "

He looked at you, his face filled with desperation. "You want me to cum inside you? Are- are you sure?"

"Please, Channie." You said, leaning forward and pressing a kiss against his lips and your hips moved a little faster. "I need you.." You begged him.

Chan moaned loudly and he pulled your hips onto his, his cock fully twitching inside you.

"Oka-Okay, baby." he said as he began to thruste up into you, harder than ever before, hitting your g-spot and cervix at the same time.

"Oh-oh-Ohhh.. oh my god" You said with every thrust.

"fuck, fuck, fuck." Chan cursed, his pace speeding up. "You're a slut you know that? wanting me to fill you up? Cum inside you huh? Such a fucking whore"

"yes! yes! YES!!" you scream, his dirty talk making you even more wet.

"You want it inside? Beg for it." He said, his voice strained.

"Channie..Please...I need your cum in me." you said, looking him straight in the eye.

Chan moaned loudly and his thrusts became erratic.

"Please" you whined, your walls clenching around him.

"Baby..Baby" he moaned, his hips snapping into yours.

Chan cursed again, his thrusts becoming erratic and wild, losing control.

"Chan.. I'm-I'm."

"I know baby. I can feel it. Cum with me." You came first, unable to fight it any longer. "That's it good girl.. good-mmh good fucking girl."

He followed quickly after, burying his cock inside you, his cum painting your walls..

"Fuuuucckkk" He whined. He kept pumping inside you, making sure you took every last drop. You collapsed on top of him, his cock still twitching inside you.

Chan's arms wrap around you, his hands caressing your back as you both try to catch your breath. Chan kissed the top of your head, his fingers gently running through your hair. "I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you so much."

"I love you more" you said, content.

Chan’s arms pulled you close against his chest. You could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, His breath slowing down. His hands moved slowly and soothingly up and down your back, each touch gentle and reassuring.

He nestled his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "I love you," he whispered again, his voice a soft murmur.

You sighed contentedly, feeling his fingers on your body. You both stayed like that for a while, the silence between you filled with unspoken words of comfort and love. Chan's hands continued their gentle caresses, tracing small, soothing circles on your back. His touch was tender, each movement conveying his care and affection.

Your legs tangled together under the covers, your bodies fitting perfectly against each other. You could feel the warmth radiating from him. He held you with a strength that was both protective and gentle, making you feel safe and cherished.

As you nuzzled closer, you felt his lips press a soft kiss to the top of your head.

"Let me get you some water and a snack," he said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

You nodded, feeling the warmth of his love enveloping you. "Thank you, baby."

He kissed your forehead again before carefully untangling himself from you. "I'll be right back," he assured you, his eyes lingering on yours for a moment longer before he got up and walked to the kitchen.

The quietness of the room was soothing, and you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to bask in the afterglow of the comforting moment you had just shared.

Suddenly, your phone dinged, breaking the tranquility. You furrowed your brow in confusion, reaching over to the bedside table to grab it. It was a notification from the new security cameras you had installed recently, informing you that there was someone at the door. Your heart skipped a beat as you read the alert. You weren’t expecting anyone.

Curiosity and a hint of anxiety swirled within you as you opened the app to check the live feed. The screen loaded, revealing the figure standing at your doorstep.

In the dim light, their silhouette seemed familiar. The person shifted slightly, adjusting their stance. You saw distinct features—strong jawline, and calm demeanor.

His profile was momentarily illuminated by a passing car’s headlights, casting a shadow across his face. He stood there, unaware of the camera, his expression unreadable in the ambient light. But as he shifted you could see his face.It was...

....Minho?

Your mind raced. Why was he here? What did he want?

You watched intently as Minho lingered for a moment, then bent down to place something on the doorstep. You tried to zoom in on your phone hoping to provide a clearer picture.

It was a gift box, or at least you thought from what you could make out.

Without ringing the doorbell or making any attempt to announce his presence, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the night.

Confusion and curiosity mingled as you watched him leave. What could be in that box? Why didn't he want to speak to you directly? Why was he here at 2 am?

Your thoughts were interrupted by Chan's return with a glass of water and a plate of snacks, his face lighting up with a gentle smile as he approached. “Here you go,” he said, placing the items on the bedside table.

He noticed the change in your expression and the phone in your hand. “Is everything okay?”

You quickly composed yourself, hiding the unease. “Yeah, everything’s fine,” you replied, trying to sound casual as you placed your phone face down on the table.

Chan handed you the glass of water. “Drink up. You need to stay hydrated.”

You took the glass and sipped, the cool liquid soothing your dry throat. “Thanks, Channie.”

He sat down beside you, his eyes filled with concern. “You sure you’re okay?”

You nodded, managing a smile. “Yes, just a little tired.”

He looked at you with a sleepy yet sincere smile. " Okay sweetheart." He said as he crawled into bed with you.

You nestled closer to Chan, feeling the familiar warmth of his presence. "I missed this," you admitted softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chan pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his fingers gently stroking your hair. "Me too," he murmured. “I was thinking... how about we go on a date tomorrow? Just the two of us. We could use some time alone together.”

Your heart warmed at his suggestion, and you smiled back at him. “That sounds wonderful, Chan. Where do you want to go?”

" What about dinner? Just you and me, dressed up, enjoying a meal at that new French restaurant downtown."

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of an elegant evening together. "That sounds amazing, Chan. I'd love that."

He grinned, his fingers now gently caressing your cheek. "I thought you might." He pulled you closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’ll take care of everything.”

Chan wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close. “Let’s get some rest yeah? We both need it.”

You leaned into him, grateful for his comforting presence.

In the quiet of the room, you let yourself relax fully for the first time in what felt like ages. His steady heartbeat beneath your ear was a steady rhythm that soothed your mind. You thought about tomorrow night's dinner, imagining the elegance of the French restaurant and the joy of sharing such an intimate moment with Chan.

A small smile played on your lips as you realized how much you trusted him, how much you leaned on him for support. Tonight, there were no nightmares, no fears—just the comfort of his presence, wrapping around you like a shield.

But as you settled back into the warmth of his embrace, your mind kept drifting back to the box at the door. You knew you would have to see what Minho left, but you decided to wait until Chan was asleep.

As the night wore on, you found yourself thinking more and more about the contents of the box, The image returning again and again to your mind. Finally, you decided to sneak out of bed, careful not to wake Chan. Quietly, you made your way back to the living room and to the front door.

The box sat on the floor in front of the door, its presence casting a silent, haunting aura. It was a simple but elegantly wrapped package, tied with a deep crimson ribbon.

The weight of its contents beckoned to you, stirring a mix of curiosity and apprehension within your heart. You picked up the box and brought it inside to the living room.

The lamplight cast shadows across the room, dancing around the edges of the box as you set it down on the coffee table. For a moment, you simply stood there, hands resting lightly on the lid, grappling with your thoughts.

You carefully untied the ribbon, setting it aside with deliberate care. The soft rustle of paper and the faint scent of memories stirred as you lifted the lid. Your eyes widened in surprise and awe at what lay nestled within its depths.

Resting on a bed of delicate tissue paper, you discovered a beautifully crafted dress made with a corset. The fabric was luxurious, and the design was intricate, a perfect blend of elegance and sophistication.

As you examined the corset, a sense of familiarity washed over you. You recognized the craftsmanship, but you couldn’t quite place where you had seen it before. The more you stared at it, the more confused you became.

Why would Minho drop this off?

Your mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle.

Why now? Why in this way?

You sat back, the dress draped across your lap, and took a deep breath. This wasn’t just a random gesture. There had to be a reason, something you were missing. The corset felt like a key to a memory just out of reach.

You knew you needed to get some answers, but it was very late into the night. You carefully folded the dress back into the box and returned it to its place. With a final glance at the mysterious gift, you headed back to bed.

On your way back, your phone buzzed again, breaking the silence of the night. The screen lit up with a message from an unknown number:

...What?

Could Minho be the stalker? The thought was almost too much to bear, given your complicated history with him.

Confusion swirled within you. You had been so convinced it was Hyunjin—the unsettling letters, the feeling of being watched, the inexplicable incidents that seemed to point in his direction.

Wait.

Wait. Wait.

The letters. You never opened them. You hid them and ran out so quickly that you completely forgot about them.

They were still in your jacket pocket, where you had left them. With Quick steps, you returned to the front door and reached into the pocket and retrieved the unopened envelopes.

Sitting back down on the couch, you carefully unfolded the first letter. The handwriting was elegant and precise. But instead of being addressed to you…

it was addressed to someone else?

Hyunjin had feelings for you? You knew that but that was a long time ago.. right? Why was STAY bringing it up now.? Unless.....

Unless the feelings never left like he told you they did.

You had believed that Hyunjin's feelings for you were a fleeting crush, something that he had supposedly gotten over quickly, according to what he had told you.

The letter realved that it wasnt just a crush.

Hyunjin was in love with you, and Chan didnt know.

As you re-examined the letters and their ominous contents, a sinking feeling settled in your chest. Each letter not only threatened to expose Hyunjin's feelings but also outlined specific actions STAY wanted him to take to keep his secret hidden. Among them were references to Hyunjin's sketches, songs he's written about you, paintings, and selca's together, indicating that STAY had been leveraging these to coerce him into compliance. This oviously meant that this wasn't Hyunjin's doing. Why would he write such threatening letters to himself?

The realization hit you like a weight. The cameras and sketches found at the scenes were likely part of Hyunjin's desperate attempts to appease STAY, to protect his secret at any cost.

You felt a surge of empathy for Hyunjin, realizing the depth of his predicament. He wasn't the stalker you had feared; he was a victim, like you, ensnared by STAY's cruel machinations.

More important than ever. you needed to figure out who STAY was and put an end to their manipulative games. Not only were they messing with you but now with the boys as well. Who knew which others had also recived letters?

You carefully gathered the letters and placed them into the box, and put the box in the closet away from view.

Quietly, you made your way back to bed, slipping under the covers next to Chan. His presence brought you a sense of security, a reminder that you weren't alone. As you closed your eyes, you knew that tomorrow would bring difficult conversations and revelations, but for now, you allowed yourself a moment of peace.

Ep.8 if the shoe fits..

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queersrus · 2 months

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OH MY GOD??? hi 🐦 silly !!!!

then could i please get names , pronouns ( 1st & 3rd ) and titles based off of the following drawings? you can pick & choose which ones you wanna do so please don't feel forced to do anythin'!

https://i.postimg.cc/1tnb0XFP/20240622-111341.jpg ( ac: @/chudokucha — primarily the left character but based off both of their vibes is good too :3 )

https://i.postimg.cc/zXS6F9yL/20240625-124743.jpg ( ac: @/bomal1215 — both characters )

https://i.postimg.cc/T3tsZgqf/20240625-124835.jpg ( ac: @/bomal1215 )

— @rwuffles

you got it ! so sorry this took a while!

image one:

names:

alabun, alabaster, alabastrine, arctic bunny/bunnie, blanc, blanch/blanche, blair/blaire, bianca, bianco, bronwen

cotton, cinnamon, cinnabun, cinnabon, cocoa, cloud, cream, choco, caramel, chili/chile/chilie ember

floppin, fluff ginger hazel ivory

kit lop, loppin nutmeg

pearl, pearly, pepper satin, silk, snow, snowy/snowie, sweetie, sorrel tawny, toast whit

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

bi/bune/bunny/bunine/bunnyself ci/coze/cozy/cozine/cozyself si/softe/softy/softine/softself sni/snuge/snuggly/snugline/snugglyself

3rd p prns: they/them/theirs/themself

bun/bunny, bun/buns, bunny/bunnys, bun/ny co/cozy, cozy/cozies, co/zy so/ft, so/soft, soft/softs, soft/softly, soft/softys, snu/snuggle, snug/gle, snug/snuggle, snuggle/snuggles, snuggle/snuggly

titles:

the soft one(s), the gentlest, the white rabbit, the cuddly, the cozy, the snuggly, the soft darling

*one who is soft, one who is cozy, one who is gentle, one who is loved, one who gives the warmest hugs

image two:

names:

afix, afixture, aid, arter, arterie/artery box, blu/blue/bleu, bp, bpm cotton(candy), candy/candi/candie, coated, cross doc, docta, doctor

jelly/jellie, jellybean lil, lillie/lilly medi, medic, medica

nurse objecti, organa

pulse, pill red skele, skeleta vibrant, vein

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

di/docte/docty/doctine/doctorself mi/mede/medy/medine/medself mi/me/medicy/medicine/medicinself(medicalself) ni/nure/nursy/nursine/nurseself

3rd p prns: they/them/their/themself

blue/cross do/doc, doc/tor, do/doctor, doc/doctor, doctor/doctors med/meds, med/medical, med/medicine, med/ical, med/icine, medical/procedure, medic/aid, med/medic, medic/medics nu/rse, nur/se, nu/nurse, nurse/nurses red/cross

titles:

the doctor, the nurse, the medical supplier, the medicare, the medical team, the medical objectsonas, the monitors, the living medkit, the living med equipment

*one who supplies medicaid/medicare, one who posseses medical supplies, one who consists of medical kits, one who is made from medical equipment

image three:

names:

amber, aero, aera, aqua citrus, cat, catty, clementine, cara, cyba, cyber, citrine digi exe, exie

fruit, fruti/fruiti/fruity, file jellybean, jaffa, jpeg kiti/kitti/kitty

mandarin, mouse, mew orange pond, pute, puta

splash, summer, sommer, surf teal, tangerine, tiger, tangelo, tide, tropic, tropica web, wave, wade, wire

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

aei/aere/aery/aerine/aeroself ci/cate/caty/catine/catself ci/citre/citry/citrine/citrusself fri/frute/fruty/frutigerine/frutigerself oi/ore/orangy/orangine/orangeself

3nd p prns: they/them/theirs/themself

aer/aero, aero/aeros ci/citrus, citrus/fruit frut/frutiger, frutiger/frutigers, frutiger/aero ora/orange, orange/oranges tropic/tropical web/core

titles:

the frutiger aero cat, the webcore cat, the orange tide, the orange loving cat, the refreshed page

*one who loves citrus fruit, one who adores frutiger aero, one made of orange slices and wires

*one can be replaced with any prns

#frutiger aero #rwuffles #requested #requested list #npts #npt #npt pack #npt list #lists from images #based on images #sona inpired #art inspired lists #soft npts #cute npts #cute theme

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fairytail-whathesays · 1 month

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Happy & Laxus Friendship headcanons because i fully believe you can make anything work. In my head youre just the FT miracle worker. (You dont have to do this if u dont wanna by the way it was just something in my head after rewatcjng the egg epsidoe lol)

Why don't you just ask me to learn how to play piano while you're at it lol

I said here that Happy would generally approve of Laxus at his calmest but that may be a bit of damning by faint praise

Look, Happy is a trolling kind of character who always has some smart remark to make and is making jabs at his closest friends' expense, and Laxus will only let that slide for so long.

Not to mention Happy is a comic relief character. He yaps. Laxus is an introvert and just doesn't have the energy for all the yapping, especially not the constant need for fish or the ogling on Carla.

The time when they're closest to a friendship is when Laxus is pointing Happy's tendency to fuck with people at someone else.

Bickslow and Lisanna rumors? ...Laxus started them. All he had to do is mention to Happy how Bix was eyeing Lisanna one time, Happy did the rest, and Bickslow has not known peace since. That'll teach him not to blab about Laxus' private playlists.

Laxus isn't above fucking with Happy, too, when the cat gets too comfy.

One time he got a bunch of chicken feathers, stuck them in Happy's satchel while he was sleeping, and then told him he had a degenerative wing condition so he had to not use Aera for a week. Happy would freak out every time he used Aera and saw feathers littering a trail on the ground behind him and ended up getting a bus pass.

Laxus is the kind of guy to choose all the mean options in video games. Happy is horrified when he tries to have Mario eat the jumping egg in Paper Mario 2.

#Laxus Dreyar #Happy (Fairy Tail)#fairy tail headcanons #headcanons

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atinyjules · 5 months

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I'm loving your recent renjun series 🥰 anyway I've been wanting to request a pool date scenario with doyoung (treasure). I hope youre having a great day author-nim🫶

Pools and Kisses Ft. Kim Doyoung

A/n: I'm back! Thank you for the support! I'm so happy and thankful that people out there actually like my work 🥹✨️And I'm happy you're enjoying the Renjun series!

Omg a pool date scenario is so cute ngl! So I hope you like it!

So here it iss!

Genre: Fluff, romance, established relationship au

Pairings: Boyfriend!Doyoung x Aera (fem oc)

Warnings: Doyoung being an endearing boyfriend!!

You and your boyfriend were originally supposed to go out for a picnic date by Han river but due to it being too hot and the both of you being to lazy to walk or cab all the way there in the harsh summer heat you had to cancel. That was until your brother Jihoon suggested the both of you to have a date at home by the pool.

Which didn't sound too bad...you could eat snacks, talk and spend time together all in the comfort of your house by the pool! So you get quality time with your boyfriend while staying cool! You and Jihoon were currently getting ready for your date with Doyoung before Jihoon left to go out on a date with his own beloved.

Aera's

"Okay, everything looks perfect. I'll get going but please...no funny business. You and Doyoung are far too young." My amazing brother Jihoon said making me roll my eyes.

"Oh please, we haven't even had our first kiss yet. At least I'm not like you who made out with your girlfriend into the horizon...in the kitchen-" I said before he covered my mouth with his hand and patted my head.

"Okay, okay, I get it! No need to dwell too much into detail. But still, no funny business. I'm going!" He said and left making me roll my eyes as I went upstairs to my bedroom to get ready.

Since we're gonna be by the pool and will definitely get in the water I decided stay minimal and only to stick to sunscreen and a tinted lip balm. As for my outfit I decided to wear a baby yellow tube crop top and white shorts. While waiting for Doyoung to arrive I made some final touch ups.

Doyoung's

"Should I wear the short sleeve white button up or the grey nike tee she got me for my birthday?" I said as I held up the two choices by the hanger infront of Jeongwoo who just looked at me with a clueless expression.

"Does it matter?" He said making me groan when Haruto entered.

"Haruto! Help! Which one should I wear?" I asked as he took one look at the choices and went back to scrolling on his phone.

"The white one, If you wear the grey tee it'll make you look too desperate." He said making me smile as I changed into the white short sleeve button up.

"Thanks bro." I said before styling my hair.

"Are you finally gonna kiss her?" Jeongwoo asked making me choke on air.

"Damn, you guys still haven't even had your first kiss? How's that working out for you? No wonder she's so miserable." Haruto said without looking up from his phone making me widen my eyes.

"What? Miserable??" I asked, getting worried as he hummed in response.

"I'm her best friend. She tells me everything." He said making me panic as I grabbed my things and ran out the door.

"Did she really say that?" Jeongwoo asked Haruto who chuckled lightly.

"I was just messing with him." He said making Jeongwoo hit his facepalm.

×××

After rushing to Aera's place 30 minutes early Doyoung rang the doorbell revealing a surprised Aera.

"You're here early-" Doyoung cut Aera off with a small and quick peck on the cheek.

"Uh..." Aera trailed as her face turned red.

"I wanted to surprise you, woah, you look really pretty!" He hyped her up before entering the house as if nothing happened.

"Thanks! Sorry, it doesn't look that nice." Aera said motioning to the pool set up.

"No, no! It looks so cool, thanks for preparing so much." Doyoung said before pecking Aera's cheek again making her turn red.

After talking and snacking, the two of them were currently laying on the floaties when Aera spoke up.

"Are we finally gonna address the elephant in the room?" She asked Doyoung who looked up at her cluelessly.

"The what?" He questioned making her roll her eyes as she splashed some water at doyoung.

"I know you're very affectionate but today you seem to be super affectionate, care to explain?" She asked as Doyoung straightened up quickly causing him to fall into the water in the process.

"Doyoung! Are you okay?" Aera asked Doyoung before chuckling at his flat hair that covered his face.

"Wait-come here." She said and paddled to him before fixing his hair for him.

"Thanks...Aera...are you miserable because I haven't kissed you yet?" Doyoung suddenly asked taking Aera by surprise as he stared at her with a serious but sincere look on his face.

"W-Where's this coming from?" Aera asked as he kept the eye contact, only blinking once.

"Just...are you not happy with me?" Doyoung asked making Aera break into a smile.

"Kim Doyoung, I have never been so happy in my life...like ever. I feel like I can be myself when I'm with you. And if you think so otherwise...you're an idiot." She said and cupped Doyoung's cheek before pressing soft kisses on his forehead and cheeks making him chuckle.

"But Haruto said that you told him you feel miserable because we still haven't had our first kiss." Doyoung said making Aera burst out laughing.

"What?! He said that?! But I never told him anything about that!" She said while laughing causing her squeal before falling in to the water.

"Aera! You okay?" Doyoung asked with worry lacing his voice when Aera began splashing him with water.

"Stop-AERA! YAH! So you wanna play?" He said making her gasp before trying to escape.

"Wahh!" Aera squealed when Doyoung picked her up and dropped her in the water and attacked her with a big splash of water.

After playing for 30 minutes the couple stopped and laid down on the marble floor, catching their breath.

"That was fun." Aera voiced out as Doyoung agreed before sitting up and looking down at her with a loving gaze.

"Thanks for today...it was so fun. I hope your brother won't get angry at the mess we made." Doyoung said looking at the big puddles of water outside the pool.

"It's fine! At least we had fun." She said before sitting up and leaning on Doyoung who wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

"Yeah..." Aera trailed as they watched the sun slowly start setting.

×××

"I'll get going..." Doyoung said for the third time as the couple stood out the door of Aera's house, both of them not wanting to part just yet.

"Okay...see you..." She trailed as they both stared at each other with a fond look.

"Uh...yeah...see you at uni..." He trailed before turning and beginning to walk away.

"Yeah!" Aera said as she waved and turned to go home when Doyoung called out her name.

"Aera!" He said making her turn around as they stared at each other before Doyoung ran to her and pulled her by the waist before pressing his lips with hers. It was a short but sweet kiss which left the two a blushing mess after they pulled apart.

"I-I...love you a lot.." Doyoung stuttered as Aera nodded with a big smile before hugging him.

"I love you too!" She said making Doyoung's eyes sparkle as they finally went their own ways for the day.

I might have gotten too ahead of myself causing the pool date element to disappear into the back drop and focus on their first kiss instead but I still hoped you guys liked it!

Well that's it for this one! 💖✨️

Likes and reblogs are appreciated 💖✨️

#kpop fluff #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop masterlist #kpop ff #kpop fics #treasure #treasure imagines #treasure x reader #treasure doyoung x reader #treasure doyoung #doyoung ff #treasure ff #treasure fics #kim douyoung

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legendary-alliance-stance · 1 year

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And finally, the Awkward Family Reunion <3

ft. Viktor (Me), Archemorus (@legendary-assassin-stance), Shiro (@rag-gw2), Aera (@guildwarsgirl), and Rama (@dhuumy-thicc) <33333

Bonus: Link joined the family briefly

#guild wars 2 #tyria pride 2023

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piedpiperslists · 1 year

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Seokjin Series (XI)

* ¹ - one shot s - contains smut sm - social media format

Before Your Very Eyes by @vyduan s ft MYG, friends to lovers, roommates au, polyamory au Summary: After decades of being friends, Y/N finally realizes just how attractive Yoongi and Seokjin are and wonders why she never noticed. Except, Seokjin might be getting back with an ex and Yoongi is a permanent fuckboy. Is Y/N just desperate to get laid or does she love them? (And if she loves them, is she too late?) Oh, and also, THEY WERE ROOMMATES (but there are three beds).

Bed Bereft ¹ [epilogue] [drabbles] by @randombtsprincessa s ft KTH, best friend!Taehyung, polyamory au Summary: You’ve loved your college best friend for ages, too bad he’s got a boyfriend. Twisted decisions lead to revelations about sexualities, secrets, feelings and confrontations.

Paraluman by @muniimyg s sm childhood best friend!Jungkook, FWB!Seokjin, love triangle au Summary: In love and afraid of losing OC, Jungkook attempts to clean up his act to compete with his calm and collected roommate who has done nothing but break OC’s heart over and over again.

The A-Listers by @httpknjoon actor!Seokjin, famous!reader Summary: Meet Y/N and Jin, two of Hollywood's hottest celebrities and couple — or are they? Media and fans have been wanting to hear a confirmation for years now. But you two are always good at confusing everyone. Watch as everyone else play this guessing game of what's the relationship between Y/N and Jin.

Heaven Sent by @btsqualityy husband's best friend!Seokjin, widow!reader Summary: You had the perfect life: an amazing husband, a gorgeous daughter, and a career that you loved. It was everything that you’d ever wanted for yourself, until it was snatched away from you. After a horrific accident, you’re left to figure out how to raise your five year old daughter, Aera, all on your own while also grieving the loss of your first love. You struggle to understand why your husband left the both of you alone, until a chance reconnection with one of your husband’s closest friends shows you that maybe, he is still looking out for you.

#ksj list #seokjin series

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savage-rhi · 2 years

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Immortal Shield Chapter 21: Prophecy

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Tagging: @seradyn

Youngblood king, walks tall.

Ardyn heard a faint whisper in his ear. His eyes shot open, wide awake. A heavy sensation stirred in his chest while his lungs struggled to breathe. It was as if something had reached into his chest cavity and squeezed.

Shards of crystal, the dragon calls.

Sharp inhales and quick gasps fell from his lips. His golden eyes were staring up at the ceiling of the hotel room, watching reality begin to warp and bend. A rip in the fabric of the cosmos was soon revealed, and Ardyn could feel himself being pulled upward. Ardyn begged to be let go, to be left alone, but nothing responded nor spared him the pain building up in his body. He desperately tried to make a run for it before the void consumed him.

Heavy heart, youngblood falls.

While Ardyn entered the darkness, his eyes were blind to a pure white light. The warmth radiated with a pulse that was familiar to him yet so distant. His eyes began to come to their senses, making out pieces of furniture, decorum, and shapes from blurred blobs. He panted heavily, feeling the weight on his chest disappear. With furrowed brows Ardyn walked forward, unsure of where he was heading but felt a primal instinct to move.

“Is this…?” He winced upon realizing he was in the throne room. It was just as he remembered from his final battle with Noctis, though there were some changes. No doubt from the restoration effort. He recalled their final battle had left the heart of the city in shambles beyond recognition.

“Why am I here?” Ardyn growled. Much like his dream with Somnus and Aera, he felt like an unwilling ghost. A person who was to bear witness, but to what, he didn’t have a clue. Frustration visibly touched his features as he blinked. In a split second, Noctis stood before him about 30 ft away. There was a look of recognition Ardyn could see emit from the kings eyes, and before Noctis could take a step forward, he fell onto his knees.

Dragon born from slayer

Ghastly and pained cries left Noctis as he dragged his nails into the red carpeting below himself. A crushing sound could be heard coming from his body. Ardyn couldn’t help but watch with pure awe and horror as bones snapped and repositioned. He observed Noctis’s features becoming grisly and reptilian over time. His eyes turned a hungry purple before a large shielded hand burst forth from his chest. The large clawed fingers grabbed a hold of the floor while more pieces of the beast started to make their way through the king of Insomnia. Whatever was coming through, Ardyn couldn’t believe it was using Noctis, his own body, as a literal door to their world. There was a part of him that wanted to run towards Noctis, try to somehow shove the beast back in, but Ardyn knew it would be of no use. He also couldn’t move. Ardyn was frozen in place, feeling as if a million hands held him down. A gasp left his shaking form when he saw the eyes of Bahamut staring right through him as the dragon god peered through Noctis’s chest.

Daemon who rose from prayer

“Argh!” Ardyn could feel every muscle in his body wanting to rip out of himself. He fell onto his knees. A thick black inky liquid began to seep from his body’s orifices. His nose, his mouth, his eyes, his ears, all leaking of the sharp sweet yet coppery smell of daemonic energy. Ardyn couldn’t help but gag at the flavor while it fell from his mouth, staining the floor below him. Heaves and huffs left Ardyn's lips as he felt a splitting headache began to reverberate on either side of his head. A heavy crunch radiated in his eardrums while he screamed out. Two horn structures started to emerge from his bone. The contour of each bearing a striking similarity to Ifrits own crown of antlers.

Healing touch of the betrayer

Ardyn snarled, looking up at Noctis. There was rage in both of their eyes as they impulsively rushed at one another. Before the two could exchange deadly blows, the atmosphere began to shift and turn. Noctis and his grotesque form faded into a golden light, leaving Ardyn to his own devices. He was surprised while he looked around, his black and gold eyes perplexed at the sudden change. He found himself in a familiar field of wheat. The aging stocks the size of small children, stopping at his waist, and a darkened tree from afar.

The last of the Gods gift to the blessed

Across the skies Ardyn could see the entirety of space. The world of Eos, and it’s many counterparts. Thousands upon thousands of stars stared back. Universes filled with people and other souls danced across his vision. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. The possibilities endless, and he but a mere speck in the grand scheme of it all. Ardyn felt puny and enriched at the same time. A calling in his soul began to surge forth, one he felt on a primal level.

World of Eos and of men divine depressed

Ardyn was distracted from the ebb and flow of the cosmos as he could see Aera’s form in front of the tree. Their tree. The one they had many times took shelter at to hide from the world and catch a break from responsibilities. He didn’t hesitate to sprint towards her. As he drew near, Ardyn watched Aera fearfully shake her head. Her arms going up to warn him of...something. The denial in her features tore at his heart while Ardyn choked out her name. Her face began to fade, changing into someone else, that of Lady Lunafreya.

“Aera!”

He saw her cut down to size again before his eyes. Somnus’s features twisting in and out of pure glee and utter disgust. Faint agonizing cries from his younger brother took Ardyn back as he stopped running and watched Aera’s body fall.

Will come an age of true rest

Ardyn burst from the couch, tumbling off the side of it as he scrambled his legs and arms away from nothing. He heaved, his chest rising up and down rapidly while he swallowed. He rose his hands up, looking upon them for any signs of the daemonic bile. Nothing. He was clean. A sigh of relief left him, followed by a hiss as he could feel the heaviness of a hangover ransack the front of his skull.

“Oh dear,” He murmured out loud, rubbing at the spot in a vain attempt to self soothe. He looked over towards the living room space of the hotel, seeing the clock overhead that said it was almost 6am.

“This is why we don't drink heavily, you stupid fool…”

A grunt fell from Ardyn's mouth while he felt his adrenaline die down and a fog begin to overtake him. He wanted to go back to sleep, but was too scared of what he experienced. His heart thudded at a rapid pace even as he breathing became more calm over time.

“Cahl,” He called out to her. Not hearing a peep nor the faint puffs of her snores in the room, Ardyn forced himself on nimble feet. He strode over to the bed with concern, sitting beside Caelan’s sleeping form. She was still out of it. Her breaths easy and light. A sigh of relief left him, knowing she was fine. Having not experienced the odd hell he was just in. Whatever these visions were, Ardyn was thankful they didn’t seem to harm her just by being in his proximity. Aera’s fearful look came to him, and he closed his eyes. He imagined Caelan and her both being stabbed through, and grimaced.

Ardyn debated with himself before coaxing Caelan’s body to move and make way for him. The heaviness of his head, the exhaustion of his body, and fear of being alone prevented him from returning to the couch. He didn’t want to feel like he was going to float off again. He needed an anchor. Someone he trusted. He made himself comfortable, adjusting one of the pillows she had been laying on before turning his body to face her. He could feel the gravity of sleep already tempting his eyes to close. Before he would allow it, Ardyn wrapped his arms around Caelan, pulling her close to his chest. His lips meeting her forehead as rest grabbed a hold yet again. He lazily peppered her skin with soft kisses until he fell asleep once more.

It was 8 in the morning when Caelan could feel her heavy eyes start to pry open. A heavy groan left her mouth as she rose her head up from the bed, looking around before collapsing. Footsteps traversing around the hotel room had her irate mind beckoning her to pay attention and see if there was any danger. She forced herself up, finding it quite difficult to rise from bed. Somehow she got her feet to touch ground while she hunched over, eyes fixated on her knees while a pounding headache made its presence welcome.

“Oh fuck,” Caelan muttered.

“She rises again!”

Caelan turned her head to the left, seeing Ardyn standing near the couch. He had a cup of something warm in hand, a relaxing steam pooling from the top. He looked more disheveled than usual. His hair couldn’t get anymore wild as she weakly waved his direction. Her eyes admired the wavy spikes in his hair, finding it accentuating some of his features. Her face felt warm while thinking to herself he looked rather cute.

“I’m never drinking again, this is the worst.”

“I’m sure you’re the first person in Eos to ever make such a bold proclamation.” Ardyn sarcastically teased, shaking his head at her in feigned disappointment.

“Don’t patronize me.”

Her defeated tone had Ardyn snort. He lazily ventured over to her, handing Caelan the cup which he made sure her fingers clasped tightly before letting go.

“What are you doing that for?”

“I broke a cup earlier. My fingers couldn’t grasp if my life depended on it. You’re not the only one suffering from our over indulgence.” Ardyn mused.

“What did you make this time?” Caelan smiled lopsidedly, bringing the cup to her lips before Ardyn could tell her what it was. The bitter smell instantly had her furrow her brows. “Matcha.”

“You were expecting something else?”

“I thought it would’ve been the stuff you made for me when I was wounded. Remember? When we first hit Duscae after the Einherjar ambushed us at Insomnia’s check point.”

Ardyn smirked, a small huff escaping him as he sighed and took a seat beside Caelan. He remembered that day well. A part of him feeling nostalgic for it already. It had to have been almost two months or so since Caelan and he began traveling together. Time flew, yet it felt like a lifetime had come and gone.

“That drink was for replenishing blood. I’m afraid it can’t cure a hangover.”

“Can’t you just get rid of it with your mystic powers?” Caelan joked.

“Unfortunately for both of us, I’m limited.”

“Pft, some healer you are.” They both chuckled tiredly at Caelan’s snarky remark.

Ardyn felt a weight of mixed feelings begin to course through his body. So far, Caelan seemed to be alright with him despite what they had done. The anxiety he had been feeling since last night softened. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as he thought, talking through it with her. She seemed receptive enough. As his eyes studied her mangled hair and tired features while she drank the tea, he felt a temptation to lean forward and kiss her cheek. He moved a bit forward, his face getting close to hers, then stopped.

“Cahl,” Ardyn cleared his throat.

“Hm?”

“Did you have fun with me last night?”

“Are you kidding?” Caelan began, letting out a laugh as she nodded. “I had a great time! Minus getting intoxicated. It wasn’t so bad having you for company throughout it.”

“Likewise,” Ardyn smiled. He let out a deep breath, getting her attention. The look of concern that hit Caelan’s features had him nearly lose his resolve before he forced himself to speak.

“Do you happen to remember how we ended up here?”

“I--,” Caelan blinked several times. She rubbed the side of her head, feeling another bout of pain from her hangover throb for a moment. While she massaged her scalp, her memories seemed to be in order despite having consumed alcohol like a fish needing air. There was something amiss however when she got to the part with them sitting at the wall overlooking the valleys and canyons of Duscae.

“I think I braided your hair, and we went to the fountain, you grabbed my keys, and I woke up.” Caelan was puzzled with her own choice of words while she looked at Ardyn. In an instant it seemed he went from being calm and collected to serious.

“Are you absolutely certain?” The aggression in his voice had Caelan stumped as she made a face at him.

“Yeah, I am.” She said as a matter of fact, her tone holding ground while she studied the solemn look in his eyes. “Ardyn, did something happen?”

“Of course not,” He sighed bitterly. He rose from the bed, pacing over to the living room area while he rubbed his forehead out of frustration.

“I’m not buying what you’re selling,” Caelan sighed. Concern enveloped her as she sat the cup down by her feet and got up. She calmly approached Ardyn, her right hand reaching out to touch his shoulder. She felt him visibly tense before moving away. Caelan felt a sting to her chest at the reaction.

“Ardyn, if I said anything stupid while under the influence, I’m sorry. If you’re angry with me, tell me. I can take it. Just--don’t brood like this.”

“I’m not brooding,” His tone was apathetic. “Forget about it.”

“No,” Caelan walked around to where she was facing him. She could see he was trying his darndest to avoid her gaze. Looking anywhere but her. “You’re doing it again. This whole hot and cold crap. What’s the deal? We were just fine a moment ago.”

“You need to drop it, now.” Ardyn said firmly. His arms crossed.

“Ardyn--”

“You’re just some silly girl, okay?!”

Caelan jumped back, her eyes widened. For a split second he looked beyond enraged. He had yelled towards her before, but nothing quite like this. Not to where she felt the need to brace herself. Ardyn seemed to have caught himself and sighed sadly. There was a moment his eyes held that softness he usually had for her, but he went back to glaring in an instant.

“To hell with this!” He hissed, bounding for the doors of the hotel, slamming them behind as he stormed off.

Caelan was beside herself. She blinked several times. Between this and the hangover, she was beyond irate with him. Whatever compassion she had towards Ardyn and his situation left her. She started to mutter bitterly to herself while venturing to the bathroom, realizing she was still in her dress and needed to change into something more suitable.

“Fine. If he wants to be a jerk, let him be a jerk. Has some fucking nerve talking to me like that.”

Upon entering the bathroom, she noticed there were fresh clothes already lined and ready for her sitting on the counter. Her brows furrowed. She had no doubt Ardyn did that this morning. His scent still lingered near the clothes. Caelan's eyes scanned over her dress, admiring the texture of it. She still couldn’t believe he went out of his way to do something this nice for her. Despite being pissed at his antics moments ago, she was worried about him. Even though he swore nothing occurred, Caelan couldn’t shake her instincts telling her otherwise.

After she stripped down and got into her casual attire, Caelan went to the mirror to make adjustments. She stopped while messing with the hem of her shirt, doing a double take in the mirror as she came across distinctive purple blotches on her throat.

“What the--”

Keeping her eyes on the mirror, Caelan reached her right hand slowly up to the spots. The brief contact her fingertips gave had her wince. These were bruises. Fresh ones. She pulled down the collar of her shirt, feeling a few more placed upon her collarbone. Traveling back to her neck, Caelan tilted her head to the side, moving hair out of the way to get a better look. There were faint marks that looked like teeth on the upper half of her neck, right below her earlobe.

Caelan was beside herself while her fingers continuously felt over her bruised skin despite the painful stings that came with them being touched. Subconsciously she believed if she touched them long enough, she’d remember how she got them or who the owner was. It became glaringly obvious these were hickeys. Even through the haze of her throbbing headache from all the wine and mead she had drank, her awareness towards these things was sharp.

There was a man that popped up in mind.

While Ardyn was busy last night getting them a seat at a diner, not able to stomach the street food anymore, Caelan hit it off with a merchant who was a few years older than she. The conversation was innocent enough. They mostly discussed Lestallum and how the city changed since the end of the Dark Decade, and they shared some of their personal experiences with daemons. The merchant had nearly lost an arm to one, and went about showing Caelan the scars. She too showed off a couple on her leg, hiking her dress up some while her movements and exaggerations conveyed the seriousness and downright humorous moments of her circumstance.

The merchant was rather good looking. Even if she hadn’t been drinking, Caelan would’ve thought highly of him. She wasn’t far too gone, this experience having occurred after Ardyn and she danced. The man eventually asked if Caelan wanted to enjoy some of the festivities together, even going so far as to compliment how pretty she looked. Caelan politely declined and mentioned she was with somebody else. That’s when Ardyn showed up. The look of utter contempt he had towards the merchant sent a chill down her spine. There was a brief thought he might kill the poor guy in public with how enraged his eyes appeared. A calm before a storm. She was surprised when Ardyn behaved cordial, yet he did manage to sneak in a nasty remark here or there. He did it so slyly, the merchant didn’t notice minus the few that stood out when Ardyn became more emboldened by his conversational tactics.

It was only when Caelan called Ardyn out on his bullshit did he stop for her sake. He apologized, playing it off that he had been consuming too much wine, had been upset earlier, and took it out on the guy. Once they departed, Ardyn went off about the merchant for a good twenty or so minutes on their way to the diner. Caelan poked fun at him for it. Accusing him of being territorial over her or even downright jealous that he wasn’t the center of her universe. He declined it over and over of course. Ardyn being Ardyn, he was too prideful to admit anything.

Since the incident, Caelan did bump into the merchant a few more times throughout the night. Mostly he’d give a friendly nod seeing Ardyn and Caelan walk by. In the present Caelan couldn’t help but wonder if she had encountered the merchant again during the time she couldn’t remember.

A thought suddenly hit her like a ton of bricks: maybe these marks were from the man. Maybe things became too heated. Maybe Ardyn saw what happened and brought her back to the hotel. Perhaps he was being polite because of her hangover initially, and when it came time to talk about what transpired, he was rather furious. Maybe she had put herself in danger, and he had to break it off. Caelan wasn’t sure if that was the full story, but she had a strong feeling something along the lines of this happened.

“Fuck, did I make a fool of myself?” There were many scenarios that played out in her head. Variations of her original hypothesis. It was frustrating knowing Ardyn seemed to have all the answers and she had not the faintest idea. She’d only get the truth when he’d show back up and if--a big if--he was willing to talk about it.

There was one intrusive thought she hadn’t crossed paths with yet. Perhaps the marks didn’t belong to the merchant. Maybe they were from Ardyn himself. Her eyes widened, shocked that her brain would jump to that idea. However, she wasn’t going to lie to herself--not anymore-- that a part of her felt excited at the prospect.

Caelan knew she had feelings for him. Their time at the wall overlooking the canyon and valley was something she distinctively recalled from last night despite being tipsy and emotional. She shuddered, her body’s muscle memory recalled how he held her from behind while his breath ghosted against her flesh. How warm he was and the way his nose occasionally bumped against the shell of her ear while he talked to her. Her heart started to beat rapidly, feeling her face burn when she remembered how his thumb and index finger carded along her bottom lip when he was teaching her God Speak.

“No girl, no.” She murmured to herself, trying to self soothe when reality came knocking on her door regarding him. There were moments of intimacy between them, where Caelan couldn’t help but wonder if he felt something, but it was hard to distinguish between infatuation and trickery. Ardyn had a rather flirtatious and manipulative way of going about getting what he wanted. Knowing full well how to use his charisma and charm to undo another person. He had performed his gimmick on Caelan as well.

Caelan recalled when she denied Ardyn going into a highly dense area of Duscae to get a treat he hadn't had in ages. He used his silver tongue and physicality to convince her otherwise. She could still feel it. How he invaded her personal space, but there was a point of no return for her, having grown to accept it as they bantered back and fourth. Caelan only relented when Ardyn got too close to where he could easily kiss her. At that point, her brain acknowledged he led her around in circles until she was physically and mentally backed into a corner. No way out but to give into his request.

“Damn him,” She really didn’t mean that, but did. She had it bad.

Caelan tried to placate her feelings with a reality check. She knew Ardyn was determined to finish what he started, going to Insomnia and seeing king. He wanted to die. Being a 2,000 year old entity and understanding where he was coming from, she’d be selfish to take that from him. There was also Aera. Reuniting with her.

From what he shared of of his late wife, Caelan herself was rooting for them both. They were practically soulmates, or the closest to it she could think of. Her heart went out to Aera. Knowing the former Oracle was faced with impossible choices. Aera was brave for sacrificing her marriage to save not only the people of Lucis at the time, but Ardyn too because of her devotion to him. Their story was a tragic one and they deserved the world in Caelan's mind.

Caelan knew had she been in Aera's position, there was no way she’d go through with it. She wasn’t strong enough in that capacity. Caelan would’ve rather damned the Lucians to their civil war than to break off her marriage to someone she loved. Her personal choice didn’t make her the better person, no. Aera was brave. Being an Oracle, she had to be. Caelan had grown to love her too as a person through the stories Ardyn shared about her. She didn’t know how Aera died, but understood it was painful. It didn’t matter how much pep was in Ardyn’s tone when he discussed his beloved, for his eyes gave away how much he missed her and how sad he was that she no longer walked Eos.

That was the other thing Caelan became self conscious of regarding her feelings towards Ardyn, she wasn’t like Aera. They were opposites in many ways. There was nothing shameful about that, she knew. Every human is different. Each with their own strengths and weaknesses, but Caelan did feel it hurt the chances of Ardyn holding any intimate feelings towards her. If there was an afterlife, they deserved to rest together. Caelan felt horrid pining for a man who had someone on the other side waiting for him. There was also the fact that Ardyn was immortal, and Caelan didn’t think she would make it to 40 at the rate things were heading. He could easily grow tired of her. Maybe he was already in the process of that considering how he exploded before leaving the hotel.

There were so many variants and variables going against Caelan ever being with him, that she felt foolish for having caught feelings to begin with. She’d keep her vows to him as his shield. Perhaps that would be the best and only way to show her devotions without confessing.

Caelan snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a knock on the door. Her brows knitted, scarcely doubting it was Ardyn due to a few reasons: One, he was pissed off and when he was angry it would be a long while before he’d come back, two, if it were Ardyn he wouldn’t knock. He would barge in like he owned the place, and three, the knocks were distinct. Almost rhythmic like a nursery rhyme. The red flags were already up as far as she was concerned.

Making her way to the doors, Caelan stopped a few feet from them when she saw an envelope that had been swiped underneath. With caution she approached and picked it up. Her hands tearing through the material as she unfolded the note. Her eyes brunched into a glare, her pulse rising while she began to read it to herself.

Zamfir,

I have a proposition for you that might fix our mutual hostility and problems at large with Lucis. I will be outside the city limits near Leonard’s Farms. I respectfully request you bring yourself only as I’ll be without the Einherjar during this visit.

There’s a high chance you won’t believe me given our less than friendly encounters over the years. You have my respect for that. However, I implore you to push aside our grievances for the greater good. Should you fail to meet by the end of the day, the Einherjar and myself will continue to pursue you regardless.

I am extending a hand in honor of us being comrades once upon a time, and upon your father’s death day that will be coming up. He has been on my mind as have you. This is the only time I’m going to allow sentimentality to interfere with our hunt for your head. Don’t squander it.

See you soon.

Tempus

There were a million reasons how this could go wrong, and a million reasons for why Caelan shouldn’t go. Yet she found herself getting ready as soon as she tucked the letter into her pants pocket. To Caelan it didn’t matter. None of it did. If she went or didn’t, the Einherjar tracked Ardyn and her to Lestallum. They were being hunted no matter what was said in the letter. If she could play a hand in how the fight would turn out, and determine the future obstacles that would get in the way, it was worth pursuing Tempus’s offer. Maybe she could throw a wrench into whatever plans he had in mind.

Before heading out the door, Caelan pulled out her phone and began texting Ardyn. She had to ensure he’d know where she was just in case, but also be ambiguous enough to where he wouldn’t follow.

Cahl: I’m taking the Scepter and going to the farms outside the city limits. There’s a sale on a car part I want to check out.

Cahl: Please don’t leave the city. As your shield, I want you to be safe.

Cahl: Ardyn…whatever happened, I’m sorry. We don’t have to talk about it if ever. I just want us to be okay.

Ardyn had already fought on her behalf when it came to these creeps. She wasn’t going to run away. Not this time and she wasn’t going to let them put a hand on him.

#immortal shield #ardyn izunia #ardyn #ardyn lucis caelum #ffxv #fanfic #fanfiction #dawn of the future based #original characters #chapter update #chapter 21 #yeah i had to throw a wrench into their relationships #cause plot #and feeling evil too not gonna lie #slow burn is slow burn for a reason

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