#idk if I should add any other warning to this since the blood but ?

[floating-far-from-earth]

whtober day 1 - prolouge

When replaying with a friend this scene kind of stuck with me haha I now know what it all means...

[axoluxy]

Hmmm.... How would Alastor realize he has begun to feel a sort of... affection for a reader? (Basically he's developing feelings and he realizes it).

hii this is my first work for alastor so forgive me if it's a little ooc and if you guys have any tips or requests, please let me know :))

Alastor Falling For the Reader

pairing; alastor x (gender not specified) reader warning; ooc alastor (probably), a little bit of angst if you squint, cannabalism (its alastor what do you expect), blood, no dialogue (is that a warning?) perspective; 2nd person, in the eyes of alastor though if that makes sense?

so you first joined the hotel because of charlie

you weren't a parent per se to charlie, but you stepped up after lilith left to god knows where

(literally, god knows.)

and when lucifer was quite neglectful

so after getting you settled into your own room charlie wanted to introduce you to everyone

she had called a meeting to everyone in the main parlour

the reason alastor was so interested at you at first wasn't your kindness, or charisma, or even your charming smile

as much as he thought it was nice

it was your colour pallet

yes, as weird as it was, you were the only one in the hotel with blues and purples in your hair, outfit and makeup.

since the vision spectrum of a deer was limited to cooler colours and hell was filled with reds, blacks, and pinks it was refreshing for him to see something other than black and white

after a deft introduction from himself and quite a sloppy one from the others should he add, you all were spread around the bar drinking your respected drinks

and after a solid and quite warm welcome, you headed to your room and off to bed

the reason you and alastor grew close was because of your shared love of jazz music

there was no one else in the hotel who enjoyed the genre so it made you a bit more tolerable to him

as the weeks turned into months, you had grown close with most of the original people in the hotel

though, you couldn't find yourself getting close with angel

nothing against him of course, it was just hard to find common interest with him

personally, i don't see alastor falling easily, so it would take a lot, and i mean A LOT so idk what you did but congratulations

as yours and alastors platonic relationship grew, so did the want to be even closer with you

he was very up in your personal space and you couldn't say that you didn't like it

when he realised he wanted a romantic relationship with you he short circuited

let me expand, you two were enjoying dinner in one of the dinning rooms that had come with building up the new hotel

alastor was enjoying his weekly venison heart and you were indulging in some red wine and VERY MUCH COOKED deer

you had told him something about texture issues but he wasn't really paying attention to the words that came out of your mouth

he was more so just watching the way you slightly smiled while talking to him

anyways, as you had finished your meals, you had realised alastor had some blood dribbling from his mouth

you had tried to get him to wipe it off but he couldn't quite get it

so you had walked up in front of him and wiped it off with your thumb

not just that you had licked your thumb clean

in a twisted way, that was just really attractive to him

as soon as he realised his attraction to you he had to quickly excuse himself

after these newfound emotions that he had registered as love he ignored you

yeah, probably not the best move on his end but to be fair, he had never fallen in love before so that was his immediate reaction

he saw his affection for you as a weakness

you tried to talk to him?

oh apologies he has that thing he has to do since he's an overlord

and it was frustrating you, a lot

after a full week of him ignoring you, he decided to get advice from the best person he knew

rosie

when rosie had told him off for ignoring you, he knew he fucked up

not sure why that's would it took

she had told him that love shouldn't be seen as a weakness but a tool that he could utilise to make himself stronger too

basically out for love but in rosie's style lol

so when he came back to the hotel, he went to your room and knocked on the door

you had reluctantly let him in to explain himself

and while he didn't outrightly admit his feelings for you, it was pretty obvious

after a kiss on your hand, and a very long spiel of how sorry he was, (bro is down BAD i swear) you had forgiven him

now the next hurdle was trying to bring himself to ask if he could court you.

AHH FIRST HAZBIN HOTEL POST!!! PLEASE LEAVE MORE REQUESTS I LOVE THEM <3333

[starillusion13]

TRUST ME NOT

Pairing: Bf!(boss unit except one) x f!reader

W.C: 9.1k

Genre: Fluff, Mafia, Angst

Warnings: keeping secrets, innocent reader(?), mafia deals, murder, blast, tracking device, spying on someone, anonymous mail, tying up with rope in basement, unconcious, feeling sorry, sad, regrets, forgiveness, lots of kissing, anniversary surprises lol, getting shot, mention of blood(not detail) idk what to add anymore

1 month late birthday gift to @mymoodwriting sorry🥀

Network: @kvanity-main

🎀 Your anniversary was supposed to be held in a month.

The excitement was brightly visible on your face and you had a lot of arrangements to make. Going out to different stores and contacting some very important people who all are of potential help in some urgent scenarios. It's been five years since you were in a relationship with the mafia gang, NCT. Yeah, some people won't believe you if you say that you are the secret girlfriend, because your appearance and attitude is far from the ruthless behavior of the bosses--- your boyfriends.

The first one to notice that you were busy was Jungwoo, as he is the one who doesn't go out of the house often. His hacking job lets you both to spend more time with each other and well, this makes him throw cocky looks to others. You have told him repeatedly not to tease others because of that, but who is he to listen to?

You have almost planned everything for the upcoming day, obviously keeping it a secret from them. And this made Jungwoo suspicious of you. Earlier he was ignoring your weird attitudes and your now and then excuses to go out but one day when you were out for a long time, he followed your location. Well, he tried to but he couldn't track it.

How the hell is that even possible?

Now, he can't obviously charge you for messing up with the tracking device as you aren't aware of any of these. So, he decided to talk this out with his gang members.

"Are you sure of the suspicion?" Taeyong asked with a dark look. He was already tired with the day and now one of his members is sitting in front of him with a doubt. He glanced at the rest of the members across the room but they all were pretty much similar attentive to the hacker like him. He sighed and urged him to speak more.

The hacker nodded and proceeded, "she is acting differently and when I asked her last week. She was in a hurry to reply as if she would spill secrets if she spoke more than necessary."

"Maybe she is tired. You know her café has a lot of work." Mark stated and Jaehyun nodded his head in agreement. They know very well how dedicated you are to your work and something that might be keeping you busy these days.

Jungwoo shook his head, "No. The surprising fact is that she is barely available at the cafe."

"Then where is she going every morning?" Winwin asked and glanced at him from the corner of the room. And this caught everyone's attention.

Jaehyun remembered his interaction with you from two days back over the call.

"When I asked to pick her up from the cafe, she denied and told me about having extra hours but ended up coming home by riding someone else's car. As far as I know no one from her cafe owns that car." he stated and looked around.

"What? And you are telling me now?" Taeyong banged the table with his fist making the ones sitting near to him to flinch. Doyoung licked his lower lips and ran his fingers through the hairs. He was still putting in the pieces together and hoping that whatever they were thinking should not be the actual case.

Are you hiding something from them?

Or are you planning for something to destroy them?

Mark put his phone beside him on the sofa, "Dude, don't think like that. We must be wrong somewhere. Don't doubt her for anything."

"You are not suspecting her for anything right?" Winwin looked at his leader expectantly who in return just poked his cheek with the tongue and turned towards Doyoung.

"Tell everyone to keep a closer look on her." he said and looked at everyone, "all of you will see what's the matter with her. If she is not going to the cafe and not talking with us that much. Then we should find out what's the matter that she is suddenly acting so differently."

"But-"

"Mark, don't argue with me now."

No one spoke anything after that. Four of them left the room, leaving the leader with Doyoung. The latter's eyes followed how frustratingly the leader was brushing his hairs back and sighing.

"I know, you are not doubting her like the way you are showing your anger."

The leader rested his elbows on the table and held his head with his palms, "I don't want to blame her for anything. I trust her so much but I want to know what's up with her. I love her so much, Doyoung."

Doyoung walked towards him and patted his back comfortingly, "we all love her, Taeyong. If she ever betrays us then nothing can hurt us more than that."

"I don't want to hurt her. She is precious to me. I want all these to be just a misunderstanding."

"She is not betraying us. We will just find out what's the matter with her and then everything will be fine."

The latter just nodded and tears fell from his eyes similarly like the one standing.

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"Where are you going?" Jungwoo asked as he saw you hurrying towards the door. You were smiling all the way down the stairs while looking at the phone. His eyes were staring at you with curiosity and adoration. When he repeated the question again, you glanced at him away from your phone and raised your brows.

"Uh..I..somewhere...do you need something?"

"No. But where? Do you want me to go with you?"

"No!".

He was taken aback by your sudden scream, "what? Why are you shouting?"

You awkwardly laughed and brushed your hairs, "I'll be off to the place and will return quickly. Don't worry."

As soon as you took a turn, someone grabbed your forearm and made you turn around. The turn was so sudden that you almost lost your balance on your heels, "What the hell! Jaehyun?"

"It's late afternoon. I don't think you are going to the cafe right now. Your workers told me that you will be there in the evening. So where to now?" His tone was low and demanding.

His grip was firm and you glanced at the hold then at his face. He had just showered after returning home. The others were not there yet and these two were only at the house so you decided to leave without them noticing you but it's not the case now.

"Hey, I'm just going to meet someone." you smiled at the end of the sentence.

"Who? Let me take you there."

You held his wrist to take off his hand from yours, "No, it's okay. I can go there alone. He will be just a few blocks away and......and then everything is fine."

"he? Y/n, who is this person? Do I know him? Have any of us seen him before?"

"Oh my jealous baby, Jae. Come on, don't think like I am a child. And you don't have to know everyone."

He stepped closer to you, tugging your hairs behind your ears before holding your hands and smiling down at you with a soft look, "I just care for you too much, Y/n. I don't want anyone to hurt you. Please be safe out there as you know your life is always at risk because of us...and dont hide anything from us."

You couldn't hear the last words but you smiled at him, "I will be safe. I promise."

He leaned forward to peck your lips and then planted a soft kiss on your temple. Jungwoo came up behind you and hugged you, nuzzling his nose in your neck inhaling the recently applied perfume, you smiled at the tingling sensation. He whispered, "if you can't keep yourself safe. Then I will kill everyone who will hurt you."

You grabbed one of his hands and brought it to your lips, planting a kiss, "I know. I am always safe with you all."

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You were safe. Your preparations and secrets, everything was safe. Only two weeks left and you couldn't contain your excitement. Skipping steps towards the flower shop, you were greeted by the familiar man holding a rose in his hold and smiling endearingly at you. Your smile widened brightly and a soft laugh escaped your throat when he kneeled down in front of you, "A rose for my queen." He extended his hand towards you and you took the flower from his hand.

"Oh please shut up, Wooyoung."

He again stood in front of you and smoothed his blazer and pants. The look was stating that he was on his way for the meeting but still his playful nature and his childish laugh was not setting right with his appearance.

"Why? I can call you anything."

"Just wait until I tell this to my boyfriend." you chuckled while looking around the flower shop, "Where is the owner?"

You never used your boyfriend's name in front of anyone, always referring to some silly names or simply 'my boyfriend'. No one has ever seen your so-called boyfriend but they know you always have the adoration while speaking of him—- of them.

"I don't know about him. Hey! Why are you asking for the owner when I'm here?" He whined and you shook your head in disbelief with the attitude.

"How old are you? And I need him to choose some exact flowers for the decoration and a perfect perfume to give my boyfriend." you smiled at the thought of surprising them with everything. He nodded with a pout and stood by your side while you were staring at some beautiful bouquets, "Is your boyfriend nice? You can tell me if you have any problems. You have said he lives outside this country but if he turns out as a cheater. I will show him hell."

"Of course, Wooyuong. There's nothing to worry about. I am fine and he is a very nice man. Maybe someday you can meet him and also, I'm doing all these preparations for our anniversary."

The owner just entered the door and greeted you both when the other one smiled at you before exiting the door.

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One week left for your anniversary.

"So, I was right. She is going to this shop almost every day and according to Winwin, our enemy's last location was this shop."

They couldn't believe the pictures and the tracking location of the devices that were showing on the very big screen displayed in front of them. The undercover spy has clicked the pictures of you meeting with a young man well dressed up in a suit and you were hugging him with a smile, also in another picture, you were receiving flowers. The different gestures between you both were assuming that there was a deeper bonding than they can think of. Everything was pretty much fine until the call list and tracking device of yours and their enemy matches exactly.

"Jungwoo, have you gone to this shop before?" Taeyong asked when he placed himself on the sofa.

The hacker shook his head, "no, I never bought anything from there. I thought she knew the owner of the shop, that's why she is going there but it turned out she is meeting the owner of the device who is apparently our enemy. We need to find who is the owner. Winwin even followed her one day and guess what? They were planning for a big event and also went on a date."

"A date?" Mark had a confused look on his face.

Jungwoo nodded and Jaehyun continued, "yeah, she is meeting these certain people every often and that's why you can't find her in the cafe. And this one person is very common."

"That's Wooyoung, a member of the gang, Ateez. the shop owner is his best friend, just for cover." Winwin started from beside Doyoung who quickly turned towards him in surprise.

Taeyong scoffed in irritation, "So that's him? He blew our basement? I was so sure that somebody leaked our plan when we were having the mission in a different state and look, he took that advantage to attack on our base."

"And you think?" Doyoung raised a brow.

"She...she told him?" Taeyong didn't even want to say it but still he did. He blamed you. He doubted you. There was no other option left other than suspecting you with their recent events going on around them. He curled his fingers into a fist, suppressing the anger and hurt.

Mark leaned back into his chair, "we must be wrong somewhere. Or things have not been placed in the correct way."

"No. When I told Jungwoo for the first time, neither me nor him believed this but after one week of research. We are sure that she is involved with this." Winwin himself didn't want to believe what he was voicing out.

His own voice was betraying him. Was your love for them just a facade to destroy them in the end? Were you playing with their feelings? What? NO! This can't be, you are not like that. He couldn't convince anyone, maybe he was not even trying to convince anyone. No one was ready to believe that you were planning something worse behind their back, just to destroy them to get in with a man. The man who is apparently their enemy's gang member.

Mark stood up. A sad look visible on his face, fighting back the urge to cry in front of them. He couldn't hear more about suspecting you. Even if you are wrong, he still wants to see you and love you. His gaze shifted from the leader towards the large wide window, the setting of the sun was visible, "our anniversary is in almost 10 days. I hope we won't be doing something to ruin the day."

The words hit them altogether. Anniversary...they have bought a lot of gifts for you and they have arranged a trip for all of you to spend time together.

He turned around and Taeyong closed his eyes, heaving a sigh. Everyone was in disbelief and fighting whether they should blame you or...or what? There's nothing to think about anymore.

"Hey!  you all here?" your cheerful voice broke the silence. The atmosphere was already tense inside the house but your presence was making it worse. To your oblivion, they shared glances between them when Jaehyun noticed some things in your hold. His jaw clenched at the sight and he stepped towards you.

"Who gave you this?"

You furrowed your brows before looking down and then a smile cracked on your face. Everyone noticed the shift in expression when you held the flowers tightly, "Um...someone. A friend?"

"Friend." he scoffed and glared at you. His expression surprised you and then when you looked around the room, you noticed others were looking at you with no emotions visible. It felt so distant as if you were missing something. But what's even the matter? Mark was standing on the first step of the stairs, when you caught his eyes, there was a hurt look— the look of betrayal.

"Mark-" the young boy didn't wait to hear you when he abruptly turned around and ascended the stairs, without even looking back at you. What happened?

"Where were you?" Doyoung asked with folded hands above his chest, supporting himself against the table. His dark and sharp eyes staring at you, waiting for a quick reply.

"I...I went to the cafe."

"You were not there. Don't lie. Just tell me exactly, where were you?"

Taeyong darkly chuckled, "of course to meet her friend. Right? So, had fun on the date?"

"Date?"

Jaehyun turned to him, "don't pretend that you don't know. You went on a date with your little friend, right?"

You shook your head when Jungwoo pointed at your large plastic bag, "what's all these?"

You tried to hide it behind your back only to get yanked away, "why are you hiding it?" He glared at your action.

"What's wrong with you all?"

"What's wrong with you? Are you planning something behind our back?" His words hurt you. No, it shocked you. Are they doubting you for something?

The phone in your pocket started ringing and when Jaehyun didn't loosen his grip on you, you snatched your arm away and glared at him. Fishing out the phone, you held it to your ear and greeted the person. Before walking towards your room, you snatched away the plastic bag from him and no one protested but watched you going away.

No one moved from their places but only Winwin followed you behind.

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Three days have already passed since that day.

You didn't talk with anyone normally. Everytime, they would be looking at you accusingly or asking you some weird questions about why you were hiding things from them.

but , there was nothing to hide in the first place---- except for the celebration.

Only one week left and when you just wanted to go out finally to arrange the last things of the preparation. Doyoung blocked your way.

"You are not going anywhere."

"Huh?"

Jaehyun came up behind you and harshly pulled you to a particular direction, "your game is over, y/n. Just give up now. You can't hide anything from us now."

The other one walked just closely behind you, gun in his hand. "I can't believe you that after the things we did, only for you to betray us."

"Please Jaehyun...Trust me. you must be wrong somewhere. I am not hiding anything. I promise." Your voice was broken yet he was not glancing at you but dragging you towards the stairs. The grip on your wrist tightened when you tried to pull your hand away. The wrist was burning from his harsh grip.

There were two uncoordinated footsteps from behind you both and when the youngest of them spoke up, you glanced at them. Mark was trying to stop the leader from stepping forward but the latter was just fuming and when he caught your glistening eyes, he sent a glare at you.

"please..." you whimpered when he took the turn and stopped at the first step of the stairs. He inhaled sharply and glared at you before glancing at the leader.

"take her downstairs." He simply ordered and the latter nodded.

Mark held Jaehyun's other hand, "No. Don't. Please, we should listen to her. We must be wrong somewhere. Please don't take her there."

But he dragged you down, stumbling over a few places but he didn't care. No one cared at the moment. As if your voice was not even audible to their ears.

You have never been to this place before and the dark, dimly lit room with a damp smell was making churn in your stomach. The others were already present inside the room and their focus was on you— the helpless figure. He harshly pulled you towards the chair behind the interrogating desk and made you sit on it. Your head turned towards each one of them, no one was having any sympathy for you. Maybe they had but trying not to show it.

"Why are you doing this? Please get me out of here." tears were flowing down your cheek. Before you could wipe off your tears, Jungwoo gripped your wrist and tied them to the armrest. Winwin took away the phone from you and placed it on the table. Taeyong placed himself on the chair across from you and stared at your tied up form. Doyoung stood beside him, palm resting on the head of the leather chair.

"So, from where should we begin?"

You remained quiet. Not because you didn't want to talk but because you didn't know what to say. Mind still processing the situation and why they all were keeping you tied up like a criminal. Do they not trust you?

You stared at him with silent tears falling from your eyes. Jaehyun and Jungwoo stood beside you on both sides, neither of them speaking anything and not even looking at you. Only glancing now and then.

"How do you know Wooyoung?" the leader asked the first question and leaned forward on the table.

"Wooyoung?"

Doyoung tilted his head to the side, "yes. Even that day he gave you those flowers. Having good times with the enemy. Right, y/n?"

"Enemy? He is my old friend from university."

The leader was not buying your words, "our enemy is your friend now. Since when are you against us?"

"What are you saying, Taeyong? I would never. I..." you were almost spilling the secrets but held back the words that were about to come out from your lips, "we just recently reunited at the flower shop. He was just...helping me out with something."

"Helping you out to chalk out a plan to kill us?" Winwin offered you an option for your choice of words. You shook your head at him and returned to face the leader. He didn't have any emotions for you. No more those endearing smiles and caring eyes looking at you but a strong and accusing eyes blaming you for everything.

"No, it's not like that."

"There's no point in you lying on our face. You can't fight back, y/n. There's six of us and only, you alone."

You parted your lips and tried to shift forward when Jungwoo held you back. You raised your head to look at him but he just avoided your eyes. Does he hate me so much?  "You all should understand this. I am alone, I can't do anything to harm you all and... I can never think of hurting any of you."

"Don't pretend to be the innocent one like always." Jaehyun spat at you. "It was all a facade to make us trust you. To make us weak for you so that you can easily break into our life and destroy us from the core."

"Jaehyun..." you whispered his name but a long silence followed your longing gaze on him. How could he blame you like this? They never used such a tone with you.

"He is correct. It was only you who knew about our absence for a whole week from the city and during that exact time, Ateez attacked our warehouse. Isn't this a coordinated plan?" Taeyong was irritated with each word coming out of his mouth.

"And you think I told him?"

Winwin caught your attention, "of course. The enemy whom we were tracking has his every location around you. His every location was colliding with yours. The flower shop belongs to them and it's just undercover to hide their spies in that busy street. Your activity was very frequent during the time of the blast."

"It must be a coincidence...I am not aware of all these." you plead to them for mercy but none of them were convinced. It all seemed as an act to break away from them and to run to their enemy for help.

"We thought that too but you have a deep connection with him. Even keeping your meet-ups a secret from us. Don't think of us like fools."

"Mark, you are a fool. All of you are foolish to think of me going against you. He is just my friend and we were just hanging out after some arrangements and if I knew he was the menber of a gang, I would never have spoken to him. But...but he won't hurt me or any of you. He doesn't even know you all are my boyfriends."

"Because for your benefit. So that you can go on dates with him." Jaehyun scoffed at the end of the sentence.

Taeyong slammed his hand to gain your attention back on him. His eyes were raging and he was fuming with anger. You flinched at the sound and scaredly turned towards him when he spoke up, "Now tell me, what do you want from us?"

You shook your head and bit your lips to prevent yourself breaking down more.

"I said speak up, y/n!"

Your broken voice and hiccups echoed the room, "I...I want n-nothing. I just want......your love."

"Shut up!"

"Jaehyun, keep quiet." Doyoung shushed the tall man beside you but you were already hurt too much. You were exhausted after crying so much, the unfamiliar and confined environment was suffocating you. You just wanted to get out of the place and run away, far away and hide from them. You were scared to say anything anymore or they could have done something more.

"You are going to stay here unless you are willing to tell the truth." Taeyong said and stood up to turn towards the door.

You shook your head frantically to not to leave you there. But no one minded your scared form. You were nothing more than a liar to them.

"Please listen to me..."

Jaehyun grabbed your cheeks, his fingers digging into your flesh, "you are only going to speak the truth or else shut your mouth." he harshly jerked your head to the side.

One by one everyone left the room except the one who was almost standing silently since he came here. He stayed back inside the room. When you noticed his gaze on you, there was a hurt look like that day.

"Why did you do this?"

"I did nothing."

He looked up at the ceiling and then at you, "then please confess the truth. I can't see you like this."

"I'm telling you the truth, Mark. he is just my friend. I didn't help him with anything."

Doyoung came back to the room to find the younger one standing at the door. He informed the younger one to stay with you, not to leave you alone down in the basement. He nodded his head in acceptance. You don’t know if It was because they told him to stay behind out of love or they think you could try to run away from them.

Mark actually wanted to stay with you though. He just can't leave you alone.

Doyoung stepped inside the room to take the phone from the table. When he came in sight of your vision, you looked away to avoid him. He waited for a moment but left the room eventually when you didn't look at him.

"Mark, don't get swayed by her?"

They had some whispering conversation outside the door and you zoned out to think about the day, how you were so excited to finally wrap the different gifts for them and then prepare the last arrangement because this last week was supposed to be spending time with them together. But everything went down the hill.

When Mark returned inside the room, he saw you sleeping on the chair uncomfortably. He stepped forward and tugged your hairs behind the ears to have a clear look of your face. You looked so peaceful but your face was stained with sweat and tears. He caressed your soft skin and tears fell from his eyes, he was sorry to you. He untied your wrists and pulled you on his lap on the floor. Resting your head against his chest, his fingers stroked you and he lulled you to sleep.

"I'm sorry, y/n."

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The next two days were just you refusing all the foods they offered and you were getting weak. Even if they didn't hurt you physically, but their words, their hatred looks and their harsh and hurtful touches with their accusing tone was enough to break your every inch.

Doyoung didn't let you stay in the basement but kept you locked in his room. He promised his leader that he won't let you escape the house.

Just before the two days of your anniversary, they got an email from someone. It was labeled with a secret code so when they clicked on it, they found out that it was from someone unknown. They have sent some confidential documents. Jungwoo didn't waste any time before clicking open it only to get a shock. Everyone scooted closer to him.

'How is Y/n? Suspecting her now? Oh, poor girl. Don't worry. I will kill her soon anyways. '

There were all the details under the small links. Whatever they saw was right but the actual explanation to their assumption was what you were saying, not how they interpreted earlier. Wooyoung was just your friend, nothing more and he didn't have any intention to harm you or others. Ateez didn't even attack their base.

Then who is this person?

Is he alive?

Jaehyun threw the glass away in frustration.

"Where is this shit? I will kill him."

Winwin quickly followed some images, "the dreamies are trying to track the id. Hyuck is currently scanning the codes. but... I don't know why this person wants to kill her."

"I'm not leaving her alone for any more second."

Doyoung jogged towards the room only to find you sleeping beside the window stool. Taeyong followed him closely behind and he noticed the dried tears on your face and the other one was quick to pick you up in his arms, "y/n, look at me. You don't have to be here anymore. I'm taking you out of this place. I'm so sorry."

Your breathing was so faint and it scared him.

He peppered your face with kisses, you were so weak and exhausted. There was no reply from you and he shook your body again.

"She must be unconscious. Let's clean her up and let her rest for a while. When she wakes up, I will feed her." Taeyong offered him.

They both nodded and exited the room. Promising to themselves that they won't ever let you be in this sort of situation again.

When they appeared in front of the others, they saw your unconscious body in his hold. Their hearts clenched at the sight, the pain striking through their body.

How could they just blame you and act deaf ears to your pleadings?

"I'm coming with you." Mark approached him and took you in his arms before going towards his room with Doyoung trailing behind him.

Taeyong ordered Jungwoo and Winwin to contact Dreamies for further discussions about the situation and let others disperse to their respective activities.

No one was willing to leave your side but they had no option other than waiting for you to get consciousness. But Jaehyun quietly walked towards your room to take a glimpse of you.

He was hesitating to enter the room but eventually stepped inside and found them inside the bathroom. They were carefully looking after you.

"Is she okay?"

His sudden voice made the two males turn their head towards him, "of course she is. We are here to keep her safe."

After a while, you were dressed in a pair of comfortable top and loose pants. Mark carefully tugged you in the bed before sitting beside your sleeping figure and caressing the hairs, Doyoung sat near your legs and Jaehyun kept his distance from the bed.

"Let her rest for a while. Taeyong will bring her the food."

They all left the room but Jaehyun went near to you and caressed your head, kissing your temple he whispered, “I’m so sorry, love.”

After a while when you woke up, only to find Taeyong sitting by your side with medicines and food placed on the table that he pulled beside the bed. Your head was spinning a bit but still he helped you sit up and placed the pillow behind you to make you comfortable. Before you could say anything, he caressed your head and smiled at you, following a kiss to the side of your head.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I was so wrong about you."

You remained quiet and just observed how he lifted the bowl from the table and stirred the soup, tasting a spoonful and turning towards you with a spoon.

"Why?"

"What do you mean?"

"y-you are not mad at me anymore? Please trust me-"

He put the spoon back into the bowl and placed a finger on your lips, "I trust you. Y/n, I love you. I'm regretting treating you like that. It hurts you a lot to see us blaming you for something you didn't do. But I promise you, you will never have to be like this again. I will make this up to you."

"Really? And others...Are they?"

"they are equally sorry, y/n. we just couldn't help but think all that......why were you at the shop though?" he quickly asked you the thing that was still bugging his mind.

"Um...you will know soon. It's a secret." You expectantly stared at him to see his reaction but he just smiled when he brought the spoon to your lips. You quickly parted open your lips to taste the spoon and hummed in the wonderful warm taste. It melted on your tongue like you were melting under his touch.

"I won't ever hurt you."

"I know, Taeyong. You have so much responsibility but I think I made you scared going out here and there. But trust me it's a good secret, nothing to worry about."

"Can't you tell me now?" he pouted and blinked at you.

"No. Then what's the point of the secret?"

"Is this about-"

Someone entered the room and he was quick to sit on your other side and hugged you from the side.

"I'm so sorry baby. Please forgive me. I don't want you to stay away from me." he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck and your fingers entangled with his hairs when he leaned to your body more. Taeyong was still making sure to finish the soup and shook his head at the boy clinging onto you.

"Hey, Mark. It's okay. I was just shocked with you all behaving like that." You said slowly and he nodded, muttering a flow of apologies. The leader wiped your mouth when you finished the food and handed you the medicine to take but when you refused it. Both of them tickled you and joked around and ended up with Mark holding you down on the bed and the oldest one putting inside the medicine and handing you the glass.

Three of you spent some time together before Taeyong left when he caught a call from Jungwoo and he hugged you before pressing a long and soft kiss on your temple then hurrying to take the call. Where you and Mark ended up cuddling together.

"That night..." he was spooning you while your back was pressed against his chest and his one leg was flung upon yours. His fingers were playing with yours when you both were watching the screen displaying a movie.

You hummed in response, "you made me sleep on your lap. I woke up from a nightmare but I felt so secure with you. Thank you."

"I love you. I love you so much baby."

"I love you more, mark." You turned around and cupped his face. Your eyes searched for a particular emotion before pressing your lips to his. He was surprised by your move but when you tried to pull away your face, he held the back of your neck and pulled you closer, making the kiss rough and passionate. Both fighting for dominance but still enjoying the power of each other. You smiled and squirmed when he slid his hand under your tee. His kisses traveled down to your jaw and sloppily kissed your cheek. Admiringly, watching each other, he dipped his head down and bit the soft flesh of your neck, he groaned when you moaned his name. When he hooked a finger with the band of your shorts, you held his wrist.

He quickly stopped his actions and looked at you, cupping your cheeks and shock visible on his face. You chuckled at his reaction and he worriedly asked you, "Is there something wrong?"

It's not like you haven't done this before with him but there was something for which you wanted to wait.

"Can you wait for one more day?"

"Before our anniversary?"

You nodded and he smiled before pecking your lips.

"Of course, I can."

.

.

.

The day before the celebration. You asked them if you could go out. They felt as if they did something wrong that you were taking permission like a child. You bit your lips and stared at them when they were all similarly staring back at you.

Taeyong broke the awkward moment, "I think someone should speak."

"You did just now."

He glared at Jaehyun, who looked away holding back his laugh. The others snickered and you laughed loudly. All of their attention turned back at your standing figure in an elegant knee length dress.

"You all can go with me."

"We?" Winwin asked you and you quickly nodded.

"So?"

They all looked at each other before agreeing and stood up. The one that was hesitant to come near you was Jaehyun. When they all walked towards the door, conversing and joking among them, he remained at the same place. He felt someone entangled a hand with his and when he looked down at his side, you were smiling brightly at him.

"Let's go, my prince."

"Y/n...you.."

You pulled him towards the door. But he was staring at you like a lost man, who knew nothing other than the directions you would give him. He smiled when he noticed the dress you were wearing was the one he gave you on your birthday last time.

"I'm trying to forget about that day so please don't remind me."

He stopped in his track and you turned towards him, "what happe-"

He pressed his lips to yours. He was laughing between the kisses when you were trying to say something. He pulled apart and you glared at him before looking at your appearance on the phone screen.

"you ruined my lipstick."

"I would have ruined you but it's okay coz it's just the lipstick for now."

"Jae..." you groaned but he grabbed your chin softly and other hand quickly went up , a finger wiping away the smudged out portion and then patted your cheek with the clean fingers.

"you look beautiful like always."

Doyoung came back and pulled you both towards the car.

The car ride was fun. Except for Jungwoo clinging onto your side ans asking you the same question repeatedly, "why can't we know the secret now? Please, y/n."

"I am surprised all of you are in a gang."

Taeyong chuckled, "don't add him. He doesn't do anything other than hacking and intruding other's business from his private place."

He scoffed in reply, "at least I keep company with our girl. Right?"

You nodded. It's not like they were not serious with their job. When the work mode is on, you wouldn't even match the people who are the same with the ones you are currently laughing with. Even you get scared. Okay, last time you really got.

Arriving at the mall, you quickly got out of the car to make a quick call with your friend. You told her to receive the perfumes and flowers from the shop tomorrow morning and keep them in the café. You wanted to celebrate your anniversary at the café and your friend was helping you to get all the orders ready for tomorrow so that today, you can spend your day with the boys.

You bought a lot of things, some necessary and some unnecessary. Jungwoo was with you and others went off to other places.

"you are buying us gifts but not letting us buy for you."

"tomorrow."

"Why? I can buy it today. Wait, I can buy for you everyday."

"Don't show off." You turned around to look at the dress when he picked one from the other row and handed it to you, "wear this tomorrow. This is so perfect."

"are you serious? Do you know my size?"

He smirked and bent to whisper in your ears, "I know every inch and curves how they would fit them and how it would be easy to rip off."

Your eyes went round and you hit his arm when he burst out laughing, "Jungwoo!"

You snatched the dress and walked towards the trial room and when you put on the dress, it seemed like it was the one for you. As if They will marry you tomorrow. Marriage...

Jungwoo knocked at the door and when you opened it, he pushed you inside and locked the door behind.

"what happened?"

"I don't want others to get to see you before me." his gaze moved and his breath hitched. You were looking more beautiful than he projected an imagery picture of you in the dress in his mind.

He pecked your lips and then your temple, "you look like mine. I love you, y/n."

"Always yours. I love you so much Jungwoo."

Done with the things you wanted to buy. Jungwoo went to where Jaehyun was and you were alone walking through the newborn section and smiling. You picked up a pink baby wrap towel and someone back hugged you.

"why are you buying this?" his deep voice sent a shiver down your body.

"I am not buying...just watching... they are so cute. Look at this, Taeyong."

He pressed a kiss on your cheek, "We can someday when we will have a baby."

You turned around when his arms dropped down, "it will be soon."

He smirked to see the excitement on your face, he tugged your hairs before raising a brow, "so am I getting the hint to spend some time with me and then we can expand our family. You and I and our daughter."

"you want a girl?"

"I'm fine with both but to have a girl. I love the idea of mini you running around the house and us all chasing her around."

You hugged him tightly, "I love you, Taeyong."

"I love you too, my princess."

"Wait for tomorrow, please."

"Of course."

.

.

You all went home after almost buying the whole mall and Jaehyun was casually showing off and showing smirks that he brought the costliest items. Oh boy! How wrong he is. He should just see the expenses of Taeyong. Winwin whispered to you that he would be sleeping with you because both of you haven't spent a night together. You agreed quickly.

After the dinner when you were going towards the room, Winwin asked you to go with him to the garden and of course, you would.

"So why are we here?" you were staring up at the sky while sitting on the outdoor swing with him by your side.

"I'm sorry." He muttered quietly.

"I know."

He turned towards you and shook his head, "don't forgive us so easily, y/n. we don't deserve it."

"Then don't say sorry. Stop reminding me about that. Think about tomorrow and let us enjoy the night."

He caressed your head, " you are the sweetest one. The innocent one in our life and I don't want to hurt you but still I did."

"And I forgive you."

He sadly chuckled and pulled you closer, "Can you tell me the secret for tomorrow?"

You stared at him and waited if he wanted to say something but when he didn't, you kissed his cheek and smiled, "No. You have to wait."

"Are you planning a surprise? For us?"

"Maybe...or something more than you can expect."

He furrowed his brows when you caressed his cheek softly, "see...you are the innocent one now."

"really?" he grabbed your neck and pulled you in for a hungry and deep kiss. You were laughing and clutching his shirt. His other hand was caressing your back and hands, melting you under his control. He pulled apart and started panting for air.

"And now?"

"still the innocent." As the words left your mouth, he swept you in his arms and turned round and round. Both of your laughs echoed in the garden.

"I love you...I love you...I love you, My innocent girl."

"I love you too, my innocent boy."

Your teasing made him tickle you in his hold and you laughed out more.

Taeyong was watching you from his balcony with the wine in his hand. He was smiling ear to ear seeing you so happy.

He would keep you safe till the end.

.

.

.

Finally THE DAY.

Winwin woke you up, calling out your name lightly and keeping you close to him. He peppered your face with kisses and you were giggling all the way when he scooped you in his arms and took you to the bathroom to get ready. You looked at the mirror and felt so happy, quickly did your morning routine before running down the stairs to greet your boys. But you could only find Doyoung at the table preparing the plates and decorating it with the final touch.

The house looked amazing.

"Don't tell me you all did this within a night."

"Then What do you think? You were blind to not notice it till yesterday?"

You reached near the table and when you went to pick up a pancake, he swatted your hand away and you whined.

"Let others come. No eating before greeting."

"No greetings to you."

You turned around and folded your hands above your chest, he chuckled and with slow steps went behind you and snaked his arms around, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Happy Anniversary, My love." He kissed your shoulder, the deep round neckline of the dress gave him access to your soft flesh. Your hairs were tied up and he kissed the crook of your neck and his teeth grazing the skin and licking the jaw, "I love you, y/n."

"Doyoung, I love you. Happy Anniversary."

He turned you around to kiss you. His kisses are always soft and takes his whole time to devour the moment. Just like now, he didn't care what others will see but he just wanted to show you his love for you.

You were smiling all the while but the sweet moment got interrupted by the one who could enter the place without any sound but to disturb you both, he purposely made sounds.

"Did I interrupt something?"

"Yes. My love life." Doyoung spat at him and groaned but didn't let you go when the other one laughed and came near you.

You pulled apart from the kiss and looked at Taeyong. The other one was back hugging you and nuzzling his nose into your neck.

Taeyong cupped your cheek, "happy anniversary, princess."

"Happy anniversary girl's dad."

"Huh?"

"Nothing." You laughed out and noticed Jungwoo and Winwin entering the place when one of them muttered a quiet happy anniversary to you because he was always shy in front of others but the other one had to make it dramatic.

"Everyone. Present here. Wait two are missing."

All of you were watching his stupid act, standing on the chair. He craned his neck to look at the stairs and waited for a few seconds before Mark and Jaehyun walked down with bright smiles on their faces.

"Okay here we have Mark and Jaehyun. Then We have Winwin at the table. Mr. Taeyong and Doyoung with our special girl, y/n." He stepped forward to you and took out a flower and kissed it before extending it to you, " a token of love for my precious soul."

"Thank you. Happy Anniversary to my dramatic love."

"Happy Anniversary, y/n." He pulled you away from the one hugging you and stepped towards the table.

You sat between Jaehyun and Mark and they both greeted you following with a smile and soft kiss. Doyoung cut a piece of the pancake and brought it to your lips. You chuckled and quickly ate it.

"Are these all for me?"you asked them.

"Yes. All for the special one." Mark excitedly said and kissed your cheek.

Winwin cleared his throat from across the table, "so what should we do today?"

"Give her the gifts."Mark proposed the idea but you quickly shook your head.

"No not now. My surprise is still left."

"Wait. Yeah, the secret. So tell me." Winwin happily nodded and stared at you.

"No. Get dressed. We are going to my cafe and then everything will be revealed."

"Promise?"

"Of course, Doyoung."

They all quickly dressed up in some denims or leathers but of course they were looking fine individually. You couldn't take your eyes from one of them. Are you even matching with them?

You looked down at your dress and Jungwoo grabbed your shoulders to face them.

"How is she looking?"

The moment their gaze fell on you, everyone stopped, everything was still, a look of adoration and love painted across their faces. They approached where you were shyly looking away when Jungwoo was keeping you in place.

"You look like my queen, love." Taeyong took your hand and kissed the back of your hand. Jaehyun kissed the side of your head and pulled you towards him, "well, we have something more to say but let's go to the cafe first."

"Then let's go."

It didn't take much time to reach the destination but as soon as you stepped inside the door. You started to feel nervous and that did get noticed by them. They were mesmerized by the wonderful decoration that you did and planned for the day. Somewhere, they felt sorry to even blame you for keeping secrets for this. Doyoung didn't leave your hand when you were showing around the details you organized which perfectly matched all six of their likings but the moment they came across the pink box with a letter on top of it. You stopped them.

"Wait!"

They all turned towards you.

"There's something I want to tell you."

Taeyong smiled at you, "go ahead."

"No. First you gave me the surprise and then I did so now it's your turn to tell me first and then I will. How about this?"

Mark smiled and approached you, hugging you from behind and then you noticed Taeyong pulling out a box from his leather jacket.

"Woah! What's that?"

"It's-"

“Y/n!”

“Y/n!”

"Y/n!"

You knew your friend's voice and when you heard her screaming from outside, you ran towards the door and pushed it open.

The boys shouted out your name but you didn't listen and searched for your friend outside the cafe.

There was no one.

No one on the silent and peaceful afternoon street. You felt weird because you were so sure that you heard your friend call out for you so many times.

Are you hearing things?

You felt someone watching you. You looked in each direction but you couldn't see anyone. The boys already exited the cafe.

"Who was there?" Winwin asked while looking around.

"I heard my friend calling for me."

"Then where is she?"

"I don't know."

Doyoung stepped in front of you and held your wrist, "let's go inside. Maybe she was fooling around."

You nodded and turned around with them.

But the moment you took a step.

All of you heard a gunshot.

What happened?

"Ah...D-doyoung."

"Y/n!"

As soon as they saw you, blood was flowing out of your chest. You got shot? Who shot you? They frantically looked around but there was no one in their sight. Doyoung sat on his knees when he felt your limp body leaning on him.

"It's okay, y/n. I will save you. Just wait for a while. We will take you to the hospital soon."

He held your hand when Mark was searching for a way to stop the flow of blood. But his mind was not working and processing the things to do.

The day started with so much joy and love but suddenly what just happened?

Both of the men by your side were scared. Scared to lose you. You were fighting back the urge to seep into sleep but clutched his hand tightly to stay awake. Mark was repeatedly telling you to keep your eyes open.

"Baring the car. Do it fast." Taeyong pushed Jaehyun towards the car but you weakly called out their names and asked them to come to you.

"Just take her to the hospital. Now!"

"Mark. No...I-i don't think I can make it."

"No no y/n. You can." He pressed your hand, which was clutching your chest.

"Taeyong, tell me what you wanted to say. Please"

"Let's go to the hospital."

you shook your head and looked at Winwin, "Can you bring me the pink box? please..." you coughed. Jaehyun already went to bring the car and you were clutching Doyoung's hand tightly. tears escaping your eyes even though you didn't want to cry. Winwin jogged inside the cafe and quickly he picked up the note and the box and wasting no more time, he went towards you.

"Get inside." Jaehyun opened the door for you all.

"Taeyong, tell me please."

he was hesitant to tell you at that moment but wasting unnecessary time means risking your life more. your breath was heaving and Mark was trying his best to keep you awake. Winwin approached the scene and when you noticed him, you weakly smiled at him.

But Taeyong pulled out the black box from his jacket and opened it. your glistening eyes blinked slowly, everything was blur, you could feel a small thing placed on your palm. Taeyong took your hand away from Doyoung's shirt.

you brought the thing closer to you.

It's a ring.

before you could say anything. you all entered the care. you were still looking at the ring. When Jungwoo noticed your fixed gaze on the ring and your grip was about to loosen. He curled your fingers and held your fist tightly. 

Taeyong held back his tears and weakly said from the passenger seat, "we were going to ask you to marry us. A proposal ring."

you heard them. you wanted to say a lot of things but you couldn't. you wanted to say something else at the moment.

"Winwin, give the box to Taeyong." he was quick to follow your words. Jaehyun was often glancing at you from the rear mirror and to the front. their base hospital is a bit far away and they couldn't risk you reaching there so whatever problem they have to face, they were going to if they had to go to the city hospital.

Winwin kept the note in his hand and it was shaking in his hold. 

"trust me...i love you......" you weakly whispered but the one holding you heard it.

"Y/n...y/n...don't close your eyes...please..hey stay awake."

you didn't open your eyes.

nor you were clutching his hand.

"y/n..."

"drive faster!" Taeyong almost shouted at him.

Mark hesitatingly asked, "what's inside the box?"

Taeyong stared at it for a while and then when he opened it. A tear dropped inside the box. Jaehyun's breath hitched and looked at you but your eyes were closed. 

"Y/n...baby..."

aren't you going to smile at him? atleast for the last time.

Congratulations! It's a girl.'

Mark snatched the box from him and his eyes went wide. he urged the other to open the note and there it was, you have ranted everything like always and in the end,

'I collected some flowers for each day after I got the news of pregnancy. I could tell you earlier but I wanted to say it on a special day. I am not hiding anything from you except this. Just trust me. I want to give it to you all as a surprise.'

Jungwoo brought your hand to his lips to plant a kiss.

Doyoung pressed a kiss on your temple, "I trust you."

Are you just going to leave them now?

They won’t trust anything anymore when you didn’t even say the final goodbye.

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[fluff-n-cookies]

You may call me crow anon

Idk how any of this worls as i recently joined tumblr

But can i pls ask for platonic dabi who comes looking for sister reader after she moved out years ago from the todorkoi house and only keeps contat with fyumi, natsuo and occasionally rei?

Idl man

HI I don't know Either but WELCOME TO TUMBLR, I hope you enjoy your stay. I will add you to my anon list on my rules for requests page and. I hope to hear from you again, and fun fact you are my first EVER anon so thank you, It's my pleasure.

ANNNNDD for the sake of the story the reader has pink hair.

warnings Dabi tries to commit suicide. and some swearing.

RUN. do nothing but RUN.

RUN to find her. RUN to safety. RUN AWAY from the police.

Dabi's Inner monologue rang loud, louder than any other, louder than the sound of the police and the hero's trying to catch him. so, damn, loud.

Panting, the young 15 year old Dabi, who somehow managed to dye his hair and steal food for 2 years of his life, turned a swift corner into the alley way before jumping up to climb the fire shoot, it was now when it occurred to him.

(y/n) would not be happy to see the man you have become.

he froze for a second, scared, he did his best, he tried so hard to be a hero, a hero for his older sister, for she who believed in him when none else would, but it wasn't until the scorching pain of blood polling at his eye bags that he started to move again.

oh how he admired her, and her dreams of becoming rich, dreams of being someone other than their father daughter.

too bad they were broken down and beaten everyday.

too bad that Touya had to sit there and watch his darling sister, his one and only light, be dimmed and overshadowed.

it was worse he couldn't do anything.

it was worse he just could watch.

it was painful. even more so when at 16 she told him she'll be back soon, hugged their mom good bye, handed him a sheet of paper with the Words "We'll meet again" written in shabby hand writing, took the car and never cam back again, it wasn't for 4 hours at Touya realized something was wrong, it took Rei 1 day to notice something was wrong, it took 6 days for endeavor to notice, and 3 months before he actually started to care... that his car was gone. Fuyumi asked where "big sister" went, Enji never told her, and every time she would ask Rei, Rei would just burst into tears, eventually, Fuyumi stopped asking, Natsuo thought she was still at school, and Shoto simply forgot she existed. that year was the same year he faked his death, that was the year Touya Todoroki died, the day Dabi was born.

eventually he grew tired, the police had lost him, so had the heroes so why run when you're not being chased?

Dabi came to a stop, looking around before lighting a cigarette he stole from a convenience store sighing out the smoke, the hot smoke a huge contrast to the cool summer breeze, like you her kindness was a huge contrast to the rest of the family.

no one really acted right in the Todoroki household, their they were cold and brash, or had mental issues, most had daddy issues, and all should really go to therapy, she on the other hand was softer, kinder, a soul who needed helping but put the needs of other before herself. soft words, soft pink hair (a mix of white and red, odd since no-one else had pink hair.) and the most welcoming smile you ever saw.

she was always like that,

always such an angel.

Dabi leaned on the railing of the short building, smoking, reminiscing on memories of the past.

leaning too hard, and falling.

at this point it was intentional, how one to endure such horrors, who is the deity was cruel enough to taunt him by giving him the soul he adored the most and then ripping it right out of his hands?

it was a short fall, just as it was a short building, but he didn't land on concrete instead he landed on the dumpster.

greeted by the smell of dog shit, and the feel of soggy cardboard and black plastic garbage bags.

"the hell?" he whispered a sort of surprise that came to him as he realized this was not hell, but a smaller, stinkier, hell.

he was even more surprised when he realized he was not alone.

"oh dear! sir are you alright?!" a gentle voice yelled out, she was wearing a soft (favorite color) dress, and had the kindest eyes, that was the only way to describe her.

she helped him out of the dumpster, not even looking at his face.

just like (y/n) would

"hey, stay with me, we'll go to my apartment, just hold on tight."

she didn't even mind the smell of smoke on his T-shirt.

all he remembers after that is fighting, fight to stay awake, fight to thank the angel that is his savior.

then he remembers sinking into the soft cushions of a warm red or orange couch.

like fall, her favorite season. (sorry if you don't like fall)

then the angel came back, now is when she noticed the purple scorches, the piercing blue eyes, and the little white segments near the roots.

he was sure she was going to scream, he was sure she was going to run and flee, and call the police, but instead she carried on, gave him an ice pack, checked his temperature, check for any major wounds gave him some water.

nervously, she asked "I'm sorry to be asking this but are you by any chance a endeavor hater."

Dabi chuckled fighting back the blood from reaching his eyes this was her alright.

"(y/n), big sis," blood threatened to trickle down what was left of his cheeks.

poor girl, choked out a sob, scared to even embrace him scared he'll drift away like she drifted away from him, salty tears prickled the edges of her eyes.

"To-Touya," she gulped "I-"

she pulled him right toward her, holding him tight, just like she would when they were younger and Dabi had a nightmare and was scared, except now, Dabi was truly scared, sacred of both himself and the future, scared you would poof into vapor his arms if he hugged you too tight.

"I"M SORRY" she yelled out, letting her own tears fall.

that night was spent in a shabby apartment, that night was spent together, that bight Dabi promised himself.

I'm never letting you go, ever.

I TRIED MY BEST BUT IT WAS SHITTY ANYWAYS BYYEEEE

[ghostxrose]

The Greatest | Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

The Ask/Inspo for this fic can be found in this post.

TRIGGER WARNING - !!SUICIDE!! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT IN A GOOD STATE OF MIND AND PLEASE REACH OUT TO SOMEBODY IF YOU NEED HELP! YOU ARE LOVED AND YOU DO MATTER!

Additional Tags ~ Fem!Reader, cheating, bad mental health, HEAVY ANGST, hurt no comfort, mentions of blood, Idk let me know if I should add other tags..

Being in love with and loving Katsuki hasn’t always been easy. He can be loud, brash, and uncaring of hurting one’s feelings. Sure, he’s matured over the few years it’s been since graduating from UA, but he’s still rough around the edges. Even so, his personality didn’t scare you away back then at UA, and it surely doesn’t now.

When you first met Katsuki, you were a Support Course student. You were in the top three for your class, and just as ambitious as Mei Hatsume. Though you were far more tame than the pink-haired girl, the two of you became very close friends. You were, and still are, the hidden crazy to Mei’s in-your-face crazy. Your friendship with her along with her oblivious, borderline ditzy way of going about things were the driving reasons behind you almost asking her to swap who you’d been assigned with from Hero Course 1-A.

As it had turned out, swapping wasn’t allowed, so you had been stuck with making and fixing support gear for UA’s most explosive student. There was a lot of clashing of personalities at the start of your partnership, but after proving yourself to him, he managed to tone his attitude down some. Not long after he had managed to get over himself, there were a lot of after-school costume discussions. As well as many times Katsuki just silently and intently watched you work on his gauntlets, observing and learning what he could fix himself. Naturally, after all that time spent together, you couldn’t help but fall for him at least a little bit.

Unfortunately, you never had the guts to say anything to him, plus you realized just how focused he was on being a hero. Then graduation came and you both went your separate ways, your previous partnership nothing more than a school assignment. That happened with nearly all of the other partnerships between the Hero Course and the Support Course. You were just sad that you hadn’t gotten to see Katsuki one last time, to wish him well or tell him you enjoyed working with him or something..

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As the years went by after graduation, you worked your way through different levels of Support Gear Engineering with a decently known company. You weren’t surprised when Mei was able to get her own company up and running in that time. It also wasn’t a surprise when Mei asked you to come work for her. You agreed in a heartbeat and not long after, Mei signed a contract with DynaDeku Agency. Suddenly, you were seeing Katsuki almost every other day versus the rare night out that Mei would drag you to with Deku and his friends. But seeing him more only worsened your.. pining.

Conversations were always work-related, never anything more than talks of new gear or upgrades to current gear. It’s not like you never tried to push for a more casual conversation. But every ‘How’s your day going’ was met with a silent and questioning glare. You hid your feelings of hurt and rejection with warm smiles every time.

You kept your admiration to yourself. You cheered Katsuki on from the sidelines like you were nothing more than any of his other fans he’d never met. But you longed for him to see you as more than ‘that one support chick’ as he so eloquently referred to you as more often than not. You longed for him to see you. Instead, you watched as he took his sights off of his hero career for a moment just to look toward his fellow hero, Uravity.

In the short time that they were together, you had thought that they had made an odd couple. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but you just felt like they weren’t very right for each other. The feeling wasn’t entirely from a place of jealousy, you’d honestly thought you maybe wouldn’t fit any better with him, despite your feelings for him. There was just something about them being together that hadn’t made a whole lot of sense to you.

You’d figured that they must have discovered what it was because just a few months after they announced their relationship to friends, they broke up. Neither of them was all that torn up about it, which you had found odd, at least when it came to Uraraka. The pink-cheeked woman hadn’t been the mess that you’d thought she’d be considering how borderline clingy she had been with Katsuki. Instead, whenever you saw her at nights out with everyone, she was smiling and bubbly like nothing ever happened.

You didn’t waste any real time picking apart either hers or Katsuki’s behaviors, though. It wasn’t any of your business, and quite frankly, you didn’t care about how Uraraka moved on with her life. In all honesty, a secret part of you was just happy to once again have the chance to try to put yourself on Katsuki’s radar. You had mustered up all of your courage and confidence to put yourself out there a little bit more. It felt like it had taken forever, but finally, your efforts were noticed. The day Katsuki asked you out to dinner was so surreal that you couldn’t believe that it wasn’t just a dream.

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It’s been a little over seven months since that first date. At the start of your relationship, things were a bit awkward but fun and quite surprising. You were secretly shocked to find out just how sweet Katsuki can be in his own way. You’d learned that he speaks through actions, and not so much through words. You’d learned that behind closed doors, he’s calm and gentle and caring.

Those first few months were full of enough sappy moments to make even Cupid sick to his stomach. There were nights of home-cooked meals made by Katsuki’s very talented hands. Rare coinciding days off from work were spent watching movies and cuddling. Passionate moments of heated kisses and love-making. It used to make your head spin just how loving Katsuki could be. But every couple moves out of the honeymoon phase and learns something more about each other.

What’s the thing you’ve learned within the last three months? Katsuki Bakugo is a fucking liar.

That warm, loving, cared-for feeling that used to spread through your chest has grown cold. You’ve gotten good at faking it though, plastering a loving smile on your face when you’re with him. Feigning that warm tone whenever you tell him that you love him. It’s not that you don’t, not that you’ve stopped loving him.. It’s just gotten hard to say those three stupid words since that first lie slid so easily off of his tongue.

You suppose that you could say that you’ve also learned that with all of his smarts, Katsuki is fucking stupid. It seems that in the years since being partners at UA, your loving boyfriend has forgotten what your Quirk is and what it does.. Because you can’t imagine that he would be doing what he’s doing with that kind of knowledge at the forefront of his brain.

Your Quirk is called Polygraph. Whenever somebody lies to you, your Quirk will automatically activate, resulting in a spike in your heart rate. It’s the kind of Quirk you know would have been useful in police work, but you’ve always had a love for inventing things. Your Uncle Naomasa still tries to get you to switch careers, despite the name you’ve made for yourself in the Support Engineering world.

One would think that with Katsuki having to work with the police, mainly Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi, that he would remember a detail such as your Quirk. Or how about the fact that most boyfriends remember their girlfriend’s fucking Quirk, flashy or not?? But with every lie that comes out of his mouth about where he’s going or who he’s hanging out with or who is fucking texting him, it’s painfully apparent that he doesn’t. He just speaks and you have to ignore the spike in your heart rate and paint on an oblivious smile.

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You feel almost numb when Katsuki kisses you goodbye. He tells you that he’ll have to stay late at the office to do some paperwork and your heart rate spikes at the lie. You fake a pout as you nod, and he sends you a smirk.

“Promise to make it up to you, so wipe that sexy lil pout off your face. C’mere,” he says, making your stomach churn unpleasantly, before pulling you into a hug.

“Be safe out there,” you murmur against him, and you mean it despite knowing that he isn’t being truthful about staying out late.

“Always am, Sweetheart. Enjoy your day off, ‘kay? Love you.” He murmurs back before kissing your forehead, and you bite back nausea as you tell him you love him. As you watch him leave, you ask yourself for the billionth time how isn’t he lying about loving you when he’s doing something that would make it so obvious that he doesn’t even care about you.

You wait your usual 30 minutes to an hour after he leaves, making sure that he doesn’t come back because he forgot something, before grabbing your laptop. You sit back down on the couch with the device in your lap and numbly navigate to the locked file you have hidden away. You click on it, enter the password, and then pull up the contents of the file. You stare at the hundreds of screenshots you’ve collected over the last three months of conversations and photos, nearly emotionless. After a couple of moments, when you start to feel the sting of tears welling up in your eyes, you open your web browser. You sign into the secret email you created when you first started gathering evidence of Katsuki’s infidelity. Once you’ve signed in, you make quick work of adding the most recent screenshots you’ve gotten to the file.

The heartbreaking shock of discovering that it’s Uraraka that Katsuki has been seeing behind your back has long since worn off. The whole damn situation has just become some sick kind of surreal. You’ve repeated her name so much in your mind that it doesn’t even seem like a real name anymore. You’ve read so many dirty messages between the two of them that the rage has turned to cold numbness. You’ve seen both of their nudes so many times by now that Uraraka’s bare body doesn’t bring up the repulsion you once felt. It all just makes you feel so far past hurt that all you can truly feel is numb.

You watch as the screenshots load into the file, your eyes blankly scanning over words until your gaze catches. You stare at a specific message you hadn’t noticed when you’d gone through Katsuki’s phone to collect more evidence. A single line standing out from the rest of Uraraka’s messages to your boyfriend;

“I still love you, Kats..”

That single line throws you over the edge you were teetering on. You practically throw your laptop onto the couch cushions as you rush to get up. You barely make it to the bathroom, crashing to your knees in front of the toilet as you vomit. Tears stream down your face as your body tries to expel everything inside of you. Your nose runs as your throat burns, and you dry heave a few times as sobs rip from your chest. You wipe your mouth and nose with toilet paper, then shift to sit against the bathtub. Loud, painful, and anguished sobs echo off of the bathroom walls. You don’t even know what Katsuki had said in response to her confession, but you don’t need to know. The fact that he’s still sneaking off to sleep with her is telling enough. Stomach acid burns at your throat again as the message flashes behind your tightly screwed eyelids, and you heave into the toilet once more.

When you finally feel like there’s nothing more for your stomach to expel, you wipe your face. The tears and sobs continue relentlessly as you stand, flush the toilet, then make your way to the sink. You rinse your mouth out, the minty mouthwash burning more than usual before you spit it out. As you straighten back up, wiping your mouth on the hand towel, you lock eyes with your disheveled reflection. Suddenly, you’re seeing red as all of your rage floods your mind and body. A scream tears from your throat as your fist flies into the mirror, shattering it. Your mind clears a bit as you stare down at the shattered glass. Your now bleeding hand looks like it should hurt, but you don’t feel the split knuckles or cuts from the glass. All you can feel is the emotional turmoil that’s consumed your very being.

You make your way back to the living room, leaving the mess of glass and blood in the sink. You stumble the whole way back to the couch, tripping over your feet and your knees giving out from how hard you’re sobbing. You practically fall onto the couch, grabbing your phone off of the coffee table, uncaring of the blood you’re getting on the device. With shaking hands, you unlock your phone, navigating through your contacts while half-blind from tears. You hit the call icon as soon as you reach the contact you’ve been searching for.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease-” You mutter, you pray, between sobs as the line rings.

“Too busy with my babies! Leave a message I may or may not listen to!” Mei’s voicemail message chirps brightly into your ear, and a whining sob leaves your throat as the beep rings out and cues you to leave a message.

“I-I Lo-love y-you, M-Mei.. P-pl-please, al-ways re-remember th-that..” You stutter and sob out before hanging up and burying your face in your hands.

After a few moments of soaking your hands in tears, you bring your head up. With closed eyes, you roll your shoulders back, wipe your hands on your pants, and try to take deep and even breaths. Only once you’ve regained some sense of calm and control over yourself, do you open your eyes. You let your mind sink back into that comfortable numb you’ve grown acquainted with over time. You stand up from the couch and almost robotically, you head for the storage closet. It takes a bit of digging through boxes, but you finally find them.. Letters to your closest family members and friends.

The letters are abandoned products of your deepest, darkest secret. You have been struggling for years now. To everyone around you, even your parents, you’re kind and happy and kind of shy and stable.. But the you in the mirror knows about every single self-deprecating, withering, hatred-filled thought. Something in your mind is broken, always had been, but it never needed to be anyone else’s problem. You are the only one who has ever needed to worry about the fact that you’ve had one foot hanging off of the edge. Besides, you’re the only one who can keep yourself from giving in to the call of an unseen dark abyss, its voice warm and holding promises of relief.

You carefully lay the letters out on the kitchen table. You grab your laptop from the couch and place it neatly on the table. You pause for a moment and look down at yourself. You make your way to the bedroom and change into your favorite outfit because fuck that if you were going to die in your damn pajamas.

You make your way back to the table and unconsciously go through the steps of sending the file of evidence you’ve collected to Katsuki and Uraraka. You contemplate sending the file to your shared friends for one spite-filled moment, but ultimately decide against it. You set your laptop settings to stay on and unlocked, plug the charger into it, and pull up the note that has passwords to all of your various accounts. Who knows what people might need when you’re gone?

With one last painful glance around the apartment, you head for the door. You slip on your favorite pair of shoes and leave the apartment. You make your way to the roof of the complex, which is a far easier task than you feel like it should have been. You walk to the edge and take off your shoes, placing them neatly off to the side. Climbing up onto the ledge, the wind blows lightly and it actually feels exhilarating as you fully stand up. You startle when your phone begins ringing, and you can’t recall when you slipped it into your pocket. Taking it out, a small bout of manic laughter leaves your lips at the caller ID. When you slide the accept icon, a streak of blood follows. Apparently, your hand hasn’t stopped bleeding and that makes you laugh harder for some reason.

“Hey Love, what’s-” You begin deliriously before being cut off.

“What’s with this email, Sweetheart? H-how did you..” Katsuki with an uncharacteristic quietness to his voice, with feigned confusion to cover the guilt.

Every emotion drains from you in an instant and your grip on your phone tightens, “Don’t play dumb, Katsuki. Everything in that email came directly from your phone.” You say in a tone so cold and emotionless that it makes Katsuki take in a sharp breath, and at the sound, you feel a dulled flicker of pride at catching him off guard.

“Baby-” he starts with a slight shake in his voice, but all the pet name does is make you see red all over again.

“DON’T FUCKING CALL ME THAT WHEN YOU CALL HER THAT TOO!” You scream, and your voice echoes off of the structures around you.

A strangled sort of half laugh, half sob leaves your mouth, and you screw your eyes shut, “Oh my, sorry for yelling.. Uhm, you asked ‘how’ earlier, and I assume you meant to ask fully how I found out. Well, I’ve known that you’ve been seeing her since that first lie you told months ago. It’s sort of crazy to think that for as long as we’ve known each other, you’ve seemed to have forgotten what my Quirk is, Love.” From even-toned to words bathed in malice, your rage and pain-fueled instability makes even you dizzy.

“..Y/N, please.. I.. I love you..” Katsuki says, and your manic laughter returns from how pathetic he sounds.

“It still baffles me that somehow that isn’t a fucking lie, too! You wanna know something, Katsuki? For years, I admired and adored you. For years, I waited for you to want me too! Then, when you finally did want me, I gave you all of my love! I made it all look fucking painless! The unappreciation! The wanting of someone who couldn’t even be bothered to remember my fucking name most of the time! The suffering through my darkest thoughts! Life has put me through so much shit, but fuck it if I wasn’t the fucking greatest!!” You’re breathless by the end of your spiel, more manic laughter mixing with your anguished sobs. The sound of a car honking below you makes you jolt, and you choke on a sharp gasp as your balance goes off-kilter for a moment.

“Y/N, where the fuck are you right now?! I’m on my way home, just-” Katsuki rushes out, and you become conscious of the sound of his car engine revving in the background of the call.

“Tell everyone that I’m sorry and that I love them. I love you, Katsuki Bakugo. Goodbye.” You say with an eerie and quiet calm, and as you bring the phone down from your ear you can hear him screaming until you hang up.

You turn slightly to drop your phone onto your shoes, then turn back to look out over the city. ‘Such a beautiful view..’ You think with a small smile as you let your body tip forward. You close your eyes as you fall, the sound of air rushing past you thundering in your ears. It feels like you’re falling for seconds and decades before everything goes black.

You feel nothing..

No more pain..

No more suffering..

Just the soothing warmth of the black abyss that’s been calling your name for so long.

Note ~ Thank you to the Lovely Anon who sent in the ask, I'm sorry that I got so dark with this one.. Please make sure that you're taking care of yourselves, Lovelies. And if you feel like no one else does, just know that I love and appreciate you. <3

Divider Credit: @anitalenia

[just-some-random-blogger]

can you have a part 2 for served cold? Like this time Daemon gets the upper hand and marks/slashes up the reader's face but it's because he's a goner for her bold attitude and approach to revenge. Dude's prolly a secret masochist! My personal headcanon.

After the reader recovers, realizing her play as a shy maiden is up since she looks hideous, Daemon asks her to marry him? (like Ofc he went and slashed her up, why give her choice to say no or run when he has already become flattered) she says no but he seduces her, makes her feel pretty and it's basically stockholm syndrome.

Add detail like Daemon now wears armour to bed and the reader is often left tied to avoid her killing him while he pleasures her.

Like all sorts of blood play, hatesex, murder attempts and smut! I do think given the psycho that he is, Daemon would totally fall for the reader after realizing she bested him and was bold enough to try to murder him. He'd pay her back ofc but he also wouldn't let her go.

Outwardly though, the valeman and Viserys would just be happy that a Royce x Targaryen marriage "worked out" they don't know what goes on behind closed doors lol

I Want You, I Get You

Daemon Targaryen x Royce!Reader

Summary: You should have finished the job. You should have finished the job, you should have finished the job, you should have finished-

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Depictions/descriptions of violence/death/murder/blood, dark/yandere!daemon, fem!reader, i still describe reader's features, typos, etc.

A/N: this is a p1 to served cold, i suggest you read if before reading this. i think MINORS DNI hey nonnie (i hope you read this), ngl your ask was the reason why i could not continue with my other reqs cause this been in my head since you sent it and i have been unsure of whether or not i wanted to write this at all. like YOU GOT MY ATTENTION, your prompt is so violent and twisted and T_T IM INTO IT ?????????? ok it has to be said i don't actually think violence is ok alright but T_T idk this concept is just so intriguing to me cos, i really feel like Daemon would do that shit, its giving yandere and in my head he is a yandere without having to write him like that. and secret masochist T_T MAYHAP IF SOMEONE HOT ENOUGH BRINGS HIM PAIN HES A VERY NOT SECRET MASOCHIST. also i didn't want to destroy reader the way you wanted to. the feminist in me will not allow it. *im* the writer anyway so lol. anyway this is pretty dark, i hope you like it though Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @targeryenmoony

It had been a whole week since the incident in the garden when any news about the prince surface. They were merely vague whispers, but it was evident the Stranger allowed him to live. A pity.

It took over entire month for there to be any official news on him however. Just this morn it was announced Daemon was alive and speaking. A truly unfortunate fate.

I had hoped he would have at least gone mute, then I wouldn't have felt the need to visit him to finish the job.

I didn't care if he squeaked about our encounter, that was not why I was going to him. I cared that he would live without any real repercussions. I didn't go through all that just to scar his already ugly, scarred body. No. He should have at least been given up his voice. Then, I would have been happy to let him live.

"At last," he speaks with not a trace of hoarseness, "a visitation."

The golden corset on my body constricts, as though it was being pulled from behind. My perfectly braided. dark hair suddenly feels like it had been wound a bit too tight by my temples.

The sound of me releasing my large skirt is loud in the stocky atmosphere in the room. I clasp my hands together in front of my, just below my bodice.

Daemon, laid on the cot, alone in the maester's ward, has his violet eyes scanning my body with his revolting, wormy lips curved upward.

"Would you like to examine your handiwork, my dear?" he asks, finger fiddling the wrapping on his neck aimlessly. He grunts when he pushes himself up and sits at the side of his bed. He blankly watches me as he extends a hand out.

I look at him, uninclined to allow him any sort of satisfaction, not with my movements, not with my expressions.

This was why I could not mask my eye twitch when he chuckles under breath.

I watch him closely when he stands and walks over to me, "do you have something special for me under that dress again?"

"No," I say as I inch my thumb to the opening of my bodice, "not at all."

I rip my blade out from the special pocket in my corset, then I lunge at him. As quick as I knew I was, it was clear he had expected this, he was prepared for me. Before I even stepped forward, he sidestepped away and reached for me.

With a strong grip, he grabs my armed hand and effectively yanks me forward, causing me to nearly topple. He uses his strength to his advantage, and fights like the scoundrel he is, kicking me before I could get my bearing. The next thing I know, he shoves me to the ground and presses his knee on my back. He clearly enjoys this irony.

Unlike how I had him, however, he has my arm twisted back with my blade still in grip. I feel him press the blade on the skin of my back, just above my laces.

"Yield," he mutters, "and I will not hurt you... too much."

I do not allow him even the sound of my strained breathing.

Daemon lets out a deep chuckle.

I muffle my grunt when he grabs the blade from me and rolls me over, shoving me to my back. He grabs both my hands when I attempt to strike at him. He sits on my thighs, effectively sealing me on the ground.

Daemon has the blade between his teeth.

The sight is so chilling that he takes the moment of bewilderment to his advantage and takes my wrists in one hand, pushing them above my head.

He was much larger than me, much heavier, much stronger, had longer limbs. I was outmatched. To the both of us, it was clear.

He grabs the blade with his other hand and presses the sharp side to my lips.

He bends the arm he had pushing down on my wrists. I cannot contain the whine that leaves me because of the crushing pressure on my bones.

"That's right," he says, "squeak," he presses the dagger closer to my lower lip. I feel my eyes water when I taste blood, but I hold my silence, still.

Daemon's face is bright in darkness when he slowly draws the blade deeper.

I whine when he slashes it down my lips with one quick motion.

His nostrils flare, "good girl."

I spit at him.

Red splatters on his face, and sequentially drips back down on mine.

Daemon grins, chucking the blade away so he could wipe his face. When he does so, my stomach rolls as he licks his fingers. The next moment, he rips at at the bandage on his neck, revealing the thick red line going across his skin, then scrams, "GUARDS!"

My brows furrow tightly as he screams louder when he turns over his shoulder, "GUARDS!"

The moment there is the sound of shuffling. He pushes off me and stands to his feet. I do not make a move. I do not want to, not when I'll get dragged away anyway.

"Where the fuck are you fools when I need you!?" Daemon demands tightly, pointing to the two guards that enter the room. I feel them stare at me on the floor. My blood stills when Daemon says, "my bride has just been attacked and you bumbling morons are letting him escape!"

I prop myself on my elbows and catch Daemon just as he points to the window, "will I throw one of you out the window he just jumped out of, or will you catch the assaulter that's getting farther and farther away?!"

I get to my feet as Daemon screams, "I WANT HIM BROUGHT TO ME TONIGHT!"

When the two run out of the room, Daemon turns to me. The anger in his features twist into a horror of a smile.

"You are deranged," I mutter.

"Come now," he tilts his head, tenting his hands in front of him, "that is not the way you refer to your groom."

I scoff, "you have clearly lost your sanity when I slashed you."

Daemon steps forward as he sighs, "and you have underestimated my strength."

I swat him away when he reaches out for my face.

He chuckles and continues to walk closer. I debate momentarily if it would be wise to step away from him. I am a second too late when he dashes over and grabs me by the throat.

His grip is so tight that I half expected him to just snap my neck.

I claw at him, but to no avail. He was too strong, too ready for this moment.

He hums, leaning down to press a kiss on my exposed shoulder. I choke at the intensity of his grip. He exhales deeply, "you smell just like you did that day."

I am helplessly trying to unlatch his hand as I feel the last of my breath leave me. My vision begins to darken.

The next moment, I drop to the floor, choking on my spit and on the air I was so desperately trying to take in.

Daemon takes one step back to look at me. I let out a rib chattering cough as he speaks, "we are to be wed in tomorrow, now that you have arrived."

He drops down to one knee, "I would suggest you make no more further attempts on me, so that I would make no further attempts on you... however," he pushes my thick hair back, "if you want to give me further reason to mark you, my love, I will not deny you of it."

He grabs my throat again when I turn to him.

I let out a broken cry, eye watering, fingers cold against his burning hand. I had no say in the muffled choking sounds that leave me as he lifts me up to my knees.

"Here's what will happen if you think of getting smart with me," he hums, "I'm sure your pretty little head has a thousand murderous plans for me, and I am quite excited to learn of them all," he utters, digging his nails into my skin, "but I'll have you know, if our marriage gets unbearable for you and you think of killing yourself instead, I will tell them I killed you after multiple attempts to kill me."

Daemon gives a lopsided smile.

"Then, your house Royce would be ostracized and shamed for all of eternity, and I would have it written that the duty of my late wife that upheld my her little sister was for naught."

I drop to the floor when he releases me, head pulsing wildly, drool dripping out of my mouth.

"You would've only brought shame to her memory."

I eye him darkly as he stands.

"I would then gloat at the sight of the dead girl who thought she was smart enough to best her prince."

[artficlly]

lady of the ghosts [chapter 4]

After a great plague ravages your city, you are looking to marry to secure safety for your people. With a war finally ending, the nearby kingdoms are looking to celebrate. King James "Bucky" Barnes decides to continue his family's tradition of hosting a courting season. A medieval courting marvel AU.

Pairing: king!bucky x lady!reader

Warnings: violence, blood, religious worship, mention of war, mention of death, sexism, swearing, yelling, lmk if i've missed anything

Word Count: 8.1k

A/N: oh my gosh this chapter got so big for what!! i had an entire extra section planned for the end of this chapter but it will have to go into the next chapter because i'm already 2k over my goal length. i watched a knights tale and had to add in the jousting drama because that movie is great. if you check out the chapter masterlist linked below there is some concept art i made (should i make some of the temple? idk if people actually like the art or just want to read lmk) as well as a map! i'm gonna be updating the map with new locations as the story progresses. thank you for reading as well as all of the likes/reblogs. as always, not proof read - sorry for any typos!

chapter masterlist | main masterlist

You had never found violence disturbing. Combat and fighting were a large portion of Faliene’s tradition; grievances and arguments were often solved with a fist or blade. In order to survive the arctic conditions, one had to be strong. The men of Faliene crafted themselves like a blade in a forge, one made with salt and snow. They constructed themselves to be as massive and colossal as the Stormfall Mountains and as strong and ferocious as the waves of salt water that pounded the shore. As a child, you never found value in a sharp tongue; instead, you watched as the sailors pulled in the cargo, deciding that their rippling muscles were the epitome of power. It was only as you grew older that you realized that words could be just as violent as a fist. 

The Lady next to you flinched as splinters of wood exploded across the lists field, the crowd roaring as a knight slumped from his horse onto the muddy ground below. You had watched jousting before, but never at an event this size. Previously, you had observed the Haiford knights training while strutting and winking in front of the ladies watching from the balconies. Jousting had never been much of a sport in Faliene, with your people preferring to go straight to steel. 

For the third time that afternoon, Steve paraded down the lists victorious. He had never mentioned to you his proficiency with a lance, but it seemed there were many things he hadn’t mentioned. Catching glances at Peggy all afternoon, you watched the way she blushed every time he won or covered her eyes with nerves as he galloped beside the tilt. From the way he looked back at her, searching the crowd after every strike, it seemed her feelings weren’t one-sided. Even if you were silently happy for the pair, you couldn’t help but let worry gnaw at your stomach. It was hard to predict how their flirtations might be perceived, especially by King Harrison, who seemed to still be in active negotiations with James. 

It had been a few days since the dreaded encounter with Rumlow. A few rainy days had left the guests stuck inside Cala’s Keep for endless social teas and tours around every inch of the Keep. Thankfully, the rain had cleared, leaving the weather agreeable enough for the ladies, lords, and royalty to parade their way down for the tournament. Though dark clouds still hung in the sky, threatening to spill at any moment. While watching the rain thunder down the last few days, you came to realize why they called it the wet season rather than winter. You were grateful to get some space away from Lord Rumlow and King Harrison, even if they hadn’t spoken to you in days. You had watched them circle you like southern vultures. Often, you would find them whispering away to each other in corners, conspiring about your eventual marriage, no doubt. 

The lists had been split into two sides. Your side featured a long wooden stand that traveled the length of the lists, divided into several boxes in which different groupings sat. The royal families attending the Galanta Season each had their own box to themselves near the center. You were seated with the lords and ladies of Haiford in one of the boxes further away from the central action. King James had a box in the very center, filled with his advisors and the higher-ranking aristocrats of his court. Running parallel to the aristocrat stands were the commoners' stands – men, women, and children all packed into the small space. You watched as they practically crawled over one another in excitement to catch a glimpse of Steve as he marched past on his chestnut stallion. 

Steve was wearing heavier armor than usual, the steel thick and covering every inch of his body. You were surprised he could move in all of it, but you had read that heavy armor was often flexible and made specifically for the wearer. You had also noted how he was wearing his family's sigil – a bull's head – rather than his usual knight's armor of the Barnes’ shield. His stallion’s caparison and barding had been similarly styled to Galanta colors, the caparison being emerald green in color with silver and red accents. Across the sides of the fabric, a rearing bull had been embroidered. The barding had been designed with similar steel and leather as Steve’s armor, sporting two bullhorns that curled near the stallion's ears. 

Steve’s blond locks disappeared beneath the steel helmet, latching the leather strap as he settled his horse in place. Steve had won all of his heats so far, leaving the final match of the day between him and Sir Wilson. Steve’s squire, Peter, nervously dashed around making final adjustments to the Knight’s armor before the match started. 

The rules of jousting were simple: the opponents would race down each side of the tilt and try to knock the other off their horse by smashing the tip of their lance into the other's chest. The two would then decide whether to draw or continue the contest with a brief sword fight to decide the winner if both were simultaneously knocked off the horse. If you had any knowledge of jousting, you would know that Steve was skilled at it because he was brave. There was no real technique or skill that he possessed that was better than any of the other knights – only that he didn’t seem to fear being injured. The helmet Steve sported was an armet helmet, meaning his entire face was covered except for a small slit cut out for the eyes. The armet helmet had its benefits; in comparison to other designs, it gave the wearer a reasonably clear view of the target. Its drawback was that many of the wearers would suddenly raise their heads to shield their eyes from the lance when the wood splintered; otherwise, they ran the risk of getting the splinters in their eyes and becoming blinded. However, when they reared their heads, they lost sight of their target in the crucial seconds before the strike, running the risk of completely missing them. Steve though… Steve never reared his head. As the wood exploded across his armor, he kept his eyes on the target the entire run, gambling with fate. 

The crowd exploded into cheers as Steve’s lance shattered across Sir Wilson’s chest, causing him to jolt backwards in his saddle. After a few strides of his horse continuing to gallop, Sir Wilson lost his seat and fell to the mud. Your lips curve into a smile, your eyes finding Peggy as she audibly gasps with a beaming smile. Steve abandons the remainder of his lance with Peter, making a short victory lap around the lists. With his helmet successfully placed in his lap, he grins at the crowd with the wave of his armored hand. As he passes by your box, you lock eyes. His blond strands are slick with sweat against the back of his neck and forehead. He gives you a toothy beam along with a curt nod as he passes by, only halting his stallion in front of James’ stand. 

“Congratulations, Sir Rogers!” James exclaims with a grin. You watch his profile as he stands at the railing of his stand, hands lazily slung over the wood as he looks down at Steve. 

“I was hoping to challenge you to a round, Your Majesty.” Steve shouts up in return, a smirk forming over his face as he braces his forearms atop the helmet in his lap. It was unfamiliar to hear Steve refer to James as Your Majesty. It was always Bucky, Jamie, or just James. It seemed that in the public eye, they conformed to formalities. 

“You tempt me.” James chuckles. The lists have gone quiet as everyone watches the interaction with interest.

James had a reputation for being a laid-back and informal king ever since he was crowned. When you arrived in Galanta, you discovered that it would not only be with his knights and advisors as you had initially assumed. James was said to be a social king who was open to discussing how to improve his rule with all citizens of the kingdom, regardless of their status. You had heard how he had single-handedly won back his people after his parents blunder with Hydrina. In addition to winning a war, acknowledging and assisting bordering villages with Hydrina when raids were imminent, he also increased many of his subjects' economies and general well-being. You believed that he was King Harrison's opposite in many ways. 

“I will send my squire to retrieve your horse and armor.” Steve calls to James, who nods his head at the knight. 

“Very well.” James responds. The crowd burst into excited cheers. You watch as they push forward, hoping to catch a glimpse of their king as he descends the wooden stairs to the lists. 

Your row of stands is alive with muttering and chatter as James disappears to suit up. Kings weren’t normally the type to enter tournaments; they were too dangerous, even if every precaution was taken. You expected that James had jousted with Steve before; it seemed like the type of activity that the two would have undertaken in their youth. You had heard Steve mention all the sword-fighting training they had completed in the muddy courtyard of Cala’s Keep as boys. Considering that James had led a siege on the capital of Hydrina and come out victorious, you doubted that a length of hollow wood would unseat him easily. 

The field erupted into cheers once more as the two men emerged back into the lists upon the backs of their horses. They looked like a pair of warriors, near godlike. In stark contrast to Steve, James rode a heavy, pale-coated stallion. The stallion was a cross-breed of some type, sleek enough for speed and agility but drafty enough to be a descendant of a plow horse. The pale stallion's muscles trembled; you couldn’t imagine the pure force the animal must hold. Its caparison and barding were similar to Steve’s stallion, emerald green with the embroidered gold shield and plated steel to protect the horse from the lance's shards. James was covered shoulder to toe in steel armor, the starred shield engraved into the chest. His helmet sat in his lap, leaving only his face bare. You watched his brunet tendrils shift and curl in the breeze, a ragged smirk crossing his lips as he caught your eye. 

His azure eyes consume you; you swear they are as blue as the glacier waters that flowed in Faliene. Sucking in a sharp breath, you watch with interest as James pulls his stallion to a halt in front of your stand, the animal shifting on his feet impatiently. The lords and ladies around you break out into whispers between each other. You ignore them, muttering turning to white noise as you study James with an inquisitive tilt of your head. He smirks at you cockily, his posture relaxed as he braces the heel of his palm against the pommel of his saddle. 

“Lady Y/N,” James calls up to you as the crowd grows still and silent around you. It appeared that even the common people understood that what was happening wasn’t proper. Even if it was unspoken, everyone knew that James was entangled with Peggy; everyone knew you weren’t a prize but rather a burden. You can’t help yourself, unhurriedly rising from your seat. From the way he smirks at you, you know he can’t help himself either. Your walk towards the wooden railing was purposeful and graceful, aware of the thousands of burning eyes watching your every movement. You pause in front of the railing, hands delicately placed upon the wood.

“Dare I ask for a token of your favor?” James asks, the metal of his armor clinking as he raises his lance. A sweet smile graces your face, your hand reaching to steady the tip of the lance against the railing. 

“Of course, Your Majesty.” You answer, much to the delight of James. Your fingers find the back of your neck, unhooking the clasp of your trident necklace. You wrap the silver chain around the end of the lance three times, clasping it back together tightly. The silver trident pendant dangles from the end of the lance, with the chain securing it in place. “May you strike hard and true.” 

“With your favor, I am sure I will.” James replies, carefully withdrawing the lance from the railing. As you sit down, ignoring the whispers and stares from the lords and ladies around you. James’ voice echoes in your mind, a small smile forming as you clasp your hands in your lap. For just that moment, you decided to ignore the obvious reason why you shouldn’t be happy. James had practically announced to the world his interest in you; the backlash you would receive would be immense. But you didn’t care. You would live in ignorant bliss for that moment. 

As James finds his position at the end of the tilt, you pry your eyes away towards Steve. It seemed that while you were distracted, Steve had asked for his own favor. A handkerchief was tied to the end of his lance, made of white cotton with gold embroidery around the edges. Even from a distance, you knew who it belonged to; you wouldn’t even need to read the initials that read P.C. While James had dared to ask for your favor, directly opposing King Harrison, Steve had asked for Princess Peggy’s favor, which she had given. 

As the two horses dance in place, you watch as the silver pedant swings from the end of the lance. You doubted you would ever see it again, but you didn’t care. When the lance would break across Steve’s chest, it would be lost to the mud. You wondered if you failed your purpose – became one with the ghosts of Faliene – if they would find that trident in the mud centuries later. A piece of history, a piece of Faliene, sealed away forever. 

A flag was waved, and the horses were off. You watched, breath held, as they charged towards each other. Even beneath all the armor, you could tell the strength the horses held, the intensity, and the pure muscle behind each stride. As they grew closer within seconds, neither horse nor rider shied away. Like Steve, James did not lift his head to avoid the splinters. Instead, he charged directly into them. 

Bits of painted wood exploded, littering the muddy earth. Upon impact, James was thrown backwards in his saddle, slumping briefly as he gripped the reins with one hand, the other abandoning the remainder of his lance. Both men had struck true, yet they still held on. You watched as they readjusted themselves into their saddles, easing their horses to a stop. You could hear Steve roar with excited laughter beneath his helmet as Peter rushed forward to hand him another lance. You could imagine the smirk that would be across James face as he gripped the new lance that was handed to him. There was a cool ease to the way he held himself, like this was just child's play to him. 

The crowd exploded into cheers and hollers as the two men lined up once more. Their horses' hooves ate up the earth with ease as they stormed forward. The second strike was more violent than the first, with the impact of the lance upon each other's chest sending them both flying from the saddle. The crowd hums with excitement, watching as James gets to his feet with a wheezing laugh. 

If Steve was winded, he didn’t show it for long. Staggering to his feet, he pulls the helmet from his head, chucking it to the ground beside him. His hair is messy, an excited smirk across his face as he pulls his sword. James copies his actions, swirling his sword as Steve climbs over the tilt. The two circle each other for a moment, crowds pushing forward to the railing to watch the fight unfold. 

Like Steve’s Ravensclaw, James' blade is similarly made from an Asgardian forge. You can’t make out the fine details from so far away, but you can make out the swirling black patterns that decorate the metal. The two men are quick and agile on their feet, despite the heavy armor. You can hardly process their movements; each strike and dodge is a blur as they flit around each other. 

As the metal clangs together, you stand from your seat. You join a few of the lords and ladies by the railing, watching as Steve slowly weakens. You can tell they are both tired, their movements becoming sloppier as they sink deeper into the mud. The blades meet once more; Steve’s face strains as they brace their swords in a battle of strength. The crowds are teeming with excitement, and a roar comes over the people as Steve slides in the mud and falls to his knees. He goes to block, but James is too fast, driving his blade forward so the tip rests under Steve’s chin. There is a pause between the two, with Steve silently acknowledging James’ win with a grin. The two laugh, with James helping the knight to his feet and clapping him on the shoulder. You watch with a smile, joining the clapping that consumes the arena. 

—

The tournament had ended with all the knights and James doing a final victory lap around the lists. The celebrations were short-lived as the skies opened up and ​​torrential rain engulfed the arena, drenching all of those inside. The crowds scattered, returning to the shelter of their homes or taverns to celebrate. The knights used the colorful banners of their house sigil to cover themselves from the rain, retreating to the stables and courtyard while the aristocrats returned to Cala’s Keep. 

You stood by the railing for a few minutes, hoping to catch a last glimpse of James. When the rain grew heavier and your hair became slick against your scalp, you finally gave in. You could tell yourself it was because you wanted an update on Rumlow after your conversation in the gardens, but you knew it was untrue. You hadn’t spoken in a few days, and yet you were craving to speak to him once more. As unusual as it was, you enjoyed talking to the king. You liked how you could be at ease around him and how he would laugh at your judgmental comments and speak his mind. It reminded you of how lonely you had been in Haiford until Steve came along. You found yourself subconsciously seeking their company because you enjoyed their presence. It would make marrying all the more isolated, knowing that you would likely never see them again. 

By the time you returned to Cala’s Keep, you were half-drowned by the rain. Your hair had come loose in places, and strands stuck to your face and neck. Your dress was soaked; the light fabric turned heavy and clung against your skin. The main entrance was full of activity, with maids and footmen rushing around with clothes to be dried and fresh towels. Some lords and ladies still lingered, their hair and clothes damp, as they chatted excitedly about the day's events. They didn’t pay you much attention; your shoes were clicking against the hardwood floor. Dodging a panicked-looking ladies maid, you make your way to the grand staircase. 

“You!” A scathing voice shouts over the babble of the room, causing it to fall silent. A few bewildered looks are shared, with footmen pausing in their place as a seething Prince Micheal marches across the room. You are stunned into speechlessness, taking a step back as Prince Micheal closes the distance between the two of you. Behind him, an aggravated King Harrison follows along with an amused Lord Rumlow. 

“You really don’t know your place, do you?” Micheal snarls, his face barely inches from your own as you back into the railing of the stairs. 

“I’m sorry?” You splutter, your hand bracing against the smooth stone. King Harrison watches with narrowed eyes, his crow's feet prominent, as he motions for Micheal to step out of the way. 

“I don’t know what game you’re playing, girl.” King Harrison hisses; his hands are shaking with rage, his knuckles white as he clenches his fists. “You’re not worthy of a knight, yet you think yourself worthy of a king?”

This was the backlash you had anticipated. You just hadn’t expected it to be so public and immediate. A few of the ladies flash you a sympathetic look, while others sneer in delight. Ladies maids rush past, trying to make themselves invisible as the situation unfolds. Setting your jaw with a sharp exhale, you stand your ground.

“Apologies, Your Majesty. Was I supposed to deny him in front of all of his subjects?” 

Blinding white rage flashes over King Harrison’s features, his lip curling in a snarl. You barely have time to register his movements before he has struck you, the blow of his palm against your cheek leaving you to stumble further into the railing with a gasp. 

“I am sick of your words and your presence, girl. You should have known better than to have been put in that situation. I have seen you slinking around him like a bitch in heat.” King Harrison snaps, his voice loud in comparison to the deadly silence that has swept over the room. 

You are silent, a palm raised to your cheek to cradle the tender flesh as pain blossoms. Prince Michael chuckles, eyeing you with an amused glare. “Who knew that a slap was all it took to silence the bitch?” 

“You will apologize to Lord Rumlow.” King Harrison speaks, his voice low and deadly. Your eyes flash upwards to meet him, a dark glare settling over your features. Your mind is empty, only pounding behind your ears as an icy rage settles in your bones. You don’t shake or go red in the face, instead running a tongue over your bottom lip with a challenging smirk. 

“Why should I? I am not going to marry him.”

Fury flashes over King Harrison’s features once more, and you watch his shoulders shift as he raises his hand once more. You anticipate the strike and the pain that will bloom across your smooth skin. 

“Father! That is enough!” Princess Peggy cries, dashing between you and King Harrison, who quickly drops his hand. “There has been a misunderstanding, I assure you. Please allow Lady Y/N to return to her rooms, and I will explain?” 

Prince Micheal grunts in annoyance, arms crossed over his chest in annoyance. King Harrison swallows slowly, noticing the curious gazes that watch the interaction and nods. His expression has softened with confusion as he watches his daughter's concerned features. Peggy sends you a large smile, though there is a hint of panic laced into her expression. You graciously nod your head at her, your eyes sweeping over the three men who watch you with distaste. 

“Your Majesties, Lord Rumlow.” You mutter, quickly ascending the stairs before any of them can change their minds. 

—

The temple within the walls of Cala’s Keep was bigger than you expected. It stood on the other side of the castle gardens, its cobbled stone barely visible through layers of moss and ivy. The structure was huge and looming, with a high ceiling thatched with reed. There were numerous rooms in the temple, each honoring a different deity. Although the people of the Northern Continent were not strict about religious worship, many prayed in temples throughout the land. 

Inside, the temperature was humid, with a foggy wetness clinging to the walls and the statues within. The entrance room was filled with plants, droplets dripping from their leaves onto the worn stone floor. You could make out strands of grass and groupings of moss within the cracks, left undisturbed to grow in the darkness. 

Candles flickered in the dim room, barely igniting the curved stone doorways that lined the room. Your eyes flickered between each doorway, making note of the symbols carved above each. Wheat, symbolizing Dima, God of Harvest, and a sword for Bele the Headless, God of War and Chaos. Countless rooms and countless symbols paraded your vision; baskets with fresh food, precious stones, and wooden effigies were left as offerings in front of each. A familiar symbol greets you – a trident for Nemue, Goddess of the Sea. The basket outside her door is empty, with a few strands of grass poking through the woven twine. You linger there for a moment, feeling her call. The hem of your skirt is wet from the walk over, the grass of the gardens is still wet from the earlier rain. Your hair is loose, cascading down your back, and damp from the humidity. Despite being days away from the ocean, you can taste the salt. You can feel the crash of the waves beneath your skin, churning with a primordial power. 

Your eyes snap away from the trident doorway you had meant to visit, instead turning to another familiar symbol – The Wolf Mother, Rieka. Goddess of Fertility and Motherhood. The symbol carved above the door frame is her snarling teeth. The basket contains one gift, a sheet of linen that has been carefully folded. You could recognize the red and gold embroidery anywhere, Peggy. 

The room is brighter as you step in, and the floor is lined with hundreds of candles. A path is cleared for you to walk down; the stone floor curves where thousands of feet have previously walked the same path. At the center of the room stands a large bronze statue, towering nearly as high as the ceiling itself. The bronze shows the likeness of a woman, naked, with two children held to her breast. Her head is that of a wolf, teeth bared and snarling as she stares down the path. The candles cast light across the bronze, filling the room with an orange hue. Peggy stands before the statue, hands clasped in front of her. The light hits her skin with a glow, and the humidity makes loose strands of her hair curl. 

“Does she call to you?” You ask quietly, pausing a few paces away. Peggy looks over her shoulder at you, a sad smile playing across her pink lips. 

“No. She never has. Does she call you?” She asks, her own voice low. You are quiet in thought for a moment, the thumping in your heart more reminiscent of waves than flowing blood. You feel an itch under your skin and the piercing sting of salt water spraying across your face. A reminder. 

“No.” You breathe, watching as Peggy outstretches her hand to stroke the shin of the statue. “The way of the wolf has never called me.”

“And you call yourself a Haifordian?” Peggy snorts.

“A Falienean, yes, never a Haifordian. I fear I was born from saltwater, and I am destined for a saltwater grave.” You reply, stepping forward so you are shoulder-to-shoulder with the Princess. 

“You Falieneans are always so dramatic.” Peggy jokes before her smile slips into a frown. “I am sorry about my father earlier. He shouldn’t have struck you like that.” Withdrawing her hand from the bronze as she turns to face you. You subconsciously reach for your face, fingers trailing across the forming bruise along your cheekbone. 

“It wasn’t your fault.” You reassured her.

“It feels like it is. Hiding these past few years…everything is my fault. I should have told my father earlier to avoid this mess and his expectations.” Peggy explains, and you give her a surprised look. 

“Years? How long have you and Steve...?” You trail off your question as you see Peggy blush at the mention of Steve. 

“Since the war. He was so strong and kind when everything seemed so…bleak. I knew my father expected me to marry, but I never anticipated him continuing his discussion of joining Haiford and Galanta.” You are silent as Peggy speaks, your mind churning. You had yet to process how Steve managed to keep this from you. He was a good knight and a kind soul, but at times he wasn’t the brightest. You were the bright one; how had you not seen this? Were you too caught up in your own life to notice the looks shared between them? 

“Do you love him?” You ask, and Peggy sucks in a sharp breath.

“I think I do.”

“Marry him. I’m sure James will grant him land and maybe even a higher title for his contributions during the war. It will secure a connection between Galanta and Haiford like your father wanted; Steve is one of James’ most trusted advisors–” You start turning to face the princess, but she cuts you off. 

“I can’t.” Peggy laments with a sigh. “I have a duty to my father, my brother, and my people. If my father wants me to marry a king, then I will have to marry a king. Micheal is too brash with decisions, he will find himself in need of help when he is king, and only a blood connection with Galanta royalty could provide it.”

“You are a Princess. You have every right to marry whomever you want. Galanta is in Haiford’s debt, Steve has James’ ear... The only allegiance you need is the one to your heart.” You express, hand reaching to stroke her shoulder comfortingly. 

“It isn’t that simple. I don’t have a choice like you do.” She snaps, and you pause your movements. 

“You think I have a choice?” You laugh bitterly. Peggy’s lips set into a fine line as she presses them together, her gaze refusing to meet yours. 

“My father would kill Steve if I married him.” She murmurs. 

“He wouldn’t. It would cause a war, you must know how close Steve and James are. The way they talk of each other, one would think they were blood brothers.” You comment, and Peggy glances sideways at you. 

“You seem to know James well.” You catch her backhanded comment, biting your tongue with narrowed eyes. You know she doesn’t mean it maliciously, but you can’t help but feel defensive after King Harrison’s attack on you earlier. 

“No. Not really, I just know all the things Steve has told me.” You start with words that are slow and purposeful. “And considering it seems I don’t know Steve at all, you two have managed to keep this a secret for so long. I fear I don’t know anything anymore.”

“Steve wanted to tell you, but we couldn’t for our own safety.” Peggy says, sighing through her nose. “But I think you know James better than you give yourself credit.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous. We have known each other, what? A week? How can you know such things–?” You protest, only to be cut off.

“You are a better match for him than I! You have similar interests and similar life experiences. He has lost his entire family and nearly his kingdom because of Hydrina. I don’t think anyone other than you could truly understand that.” Peggy explains, her voice raised to get her point across. You shake your head in disbelief, watching as grief crosses her face. You understood her pain. She wanted so desperately to love James, to understand his pain, and to please her father. But she had fallen for another man.

“Marrying someone like James is a dream – a happy one, but nevertheless a dream. I can’t afford to dream, I too have a duty like you.” You sigh, your expression softening. “He has a kingdom to run, he won’t bother himself with the politics of another kingdom's dying city.” You mutter, and Peggy gives you a hard look before continuing. 

“There is a darkness inside of you because of all that has happened in Faliene. You are angry, I can tell. The way you looked at my father today when he struck you...” Peggy trails off. “James has had that same darkness ever since Rebecca and the war. Steve has seen it too, and it scares him. He is restless and unhappy. I think you and Faliene would be a welcome distraction. I think you could help each other.” She looks at you with a smile spreading across her face. You reluctantly oblige as she reaches out, taking her hands in yours.

“I fear we are overstepping boundaries by assuming things we do not know to be true.” You say, wanting to change the subject. You don’t feel like filling your head with fantasies. 

“It seems we are both too stubborn to take what we truly want. I only want you to find happiness.” She speaks softly, her hands squeezing yours. 

“And happiness is all I want for you also, but you are running out of time by allowing your father to believe you are truly invested in James. Marry Steve, then we will talk of my happiness.” You reply dismissively.

“Maybe I will hold you to that.” She replies with a giggle. Your heart aches, wishing you could also giggle happily about the prospects of marriage. Instead, it filled you with dread. There is a twitch in your chest – a knowing one. That feeling told you that the both of you may never marry the people you truly dreamed of. 

—

Standing in front of the doorframe, you could feel a thrumming in your ears once more. It sounded like waves crashing against the rocks in the port. The stone doorframe was slick with droplets of water and moss hanging from the cracks. The sound, the smell... It reminded you of the crypt that lay beneath the ground on the island of Tilla, which sat off the shore of Faliene’s port. 

Peggy was long gone, disappearing from The Wolf Mother’s room back into the gardens. She had invited you to join her and come to her rooms in Cala’s Keep for tea. You had declined, instead deciding to answer the call that haunted the temple halls. So you stood, hesitating, outside the room of Nemue. You could hear the crashing of waves, despite knowing they were not there. You could feel the rush of water as the tide pulled the salt water between your legs, yet there was no tide to be found in the humid temple. 

After a shuddering breath, you lean down, placing your bracelet into the twine basket beside the door frame. The bracelet was one that would be made by girls down on the shores of Faliene and sold to travelers and traders as tokens of luck while crossing the Northern Ocean. Strands of black seaweed had been dried and braided, looping carefully through small seashells that had washed up onto the beach. 

The room of Nemue was cast in a blue glow. A large blue stained-glass window stood at the back of the room, the last of the afternoon rays streaming through. The light bounced against the water that filled the entire room, reflecting strands of blue and white light across the ceiling and walls. You carefully step onto the stepping stones, which form a path to the statue, being careful to avoid dipping the hems of your skirts into the water below. 

The statue of Neume towered above you, made from carved white marble. Her form was naked below the waist; the only covering she had were lines of pearl necklaces that covered her neck, chest, and breasts. Her hair flowed out to her waist, braids entwined between them, and her face was obscured by a net that covered her features like a veil. She stood proudly and powerfully, one cupped hand outstretched downward to meet your eye level. At her feet lay a marble basin of salt water with a wooden ladle inside. 

Your movements are slow as you scoop salt water into the ladle, pouring it into the statue's cupped hand. The water overflows, dripping down the back of her hand and back into the basin. You watch, mesmerized for a moment, despite having done these exact motions multiple times during your life. 

“Show me what to do, Mother Neume. I fight hard for Faliene and for your sons and daughters. Yet I am lost. Lend me your strength and your wisdom. I am your daughter, one of the saltwater. Help me find my way, help me know how to fix this.” You whisper to the statue, watching as the water's reflection dances across the statue's obscured face. 

Your finger dips into the pool of water held within her cupped hand. Using the moisture, you draw the symbol of the trident on your forehead, letting your muscles trace the familiar pattern without much thought. In silence, you feel a bead of water form, sliding down your nose before you capture it on your tongue. The taste of salt spreads across your tongue, the similarity and nostalgia of the taste almost making a sob rise in your chest. How many years have you been away from the sea? How many years had it been since you swam and tasted the salt waters of the Northern Ocean? 

The sound of rushing water grows louder, and your stare locks onto a droplet of water that hangs from the statue's fingertips. The crashing is near deafening as you stare, like a tidal wave has swept through the temple and is smashing against the stone walls. You could see the spray of salt water silencing the candles in The Mother Wolf’s room, the way the water would swirl around the statue of Bele the Headless. For a moment, you swear the saltwater in Neume’s cupped palm is blood, sticky, and crimson as it stains her white marble. A ragged gasp rises in your throat as panic sets in, and the taste of salt in your mouth turns coppery and metallic–

“Y/N.” A voice calls, a short gasp leaving your throat as you clutch your chest. Halfway down the stepping stones stands James, the blue reflection of the water shimmering across his body. Blades of grass stick to the leather of his shoe, and the hem of his pants is damp. Had he followed you through the gardens? How long had he been standing there? The room itself was darker than you remembered; the afternoon sun was no longer streaming through the stained glass window. 

“You have a habit of startling me.” You reply, your hand finding the edge of the marble basin as you compose yourself. 

James is silent, his face set into a frown. He strides forward, easily clearing the stepping stones. His eyes examine your face, breath catching in your throat as he stands in front of you with an intense stare. His hand reaches out, gently lifting your chin. You oblige wordlessly, allowing him to guide you to tilt your head so he can examine the forming bruise across your cheek. 

“If I had known King Harrison would do such a thing, I would have never asked for your favor like that.” His thumb strokes over the bruise, the touch light and feather-like. You draw in a sharp breath, your eyelids fluttering closed for a moment.

“It isn’t your fault. You couldn’t have known.” You murmur to him, swallowing hard as you feel his hand withdraw. 

“Yes, but I should have known. It was careless of me not to think of the consequences.” He replies quietly, and you open your eyes fully with a frown. 

“It is over now, do not worry yourself.”

“I should have the hand he struck you with cut off.” James replies with a grumble, his tattooed hand raising to rub the stubble across his jaw. 

“You are angry.” You observe, head tilted. 

“And you aren’t?” He replies sharply, nostrils flaring in annoyance. 

“Of course I am, I am just not in a position where I can so openly express it.” You reply, your voice soft, as you turn around to face the statue once more. The marble is clean and white; the salt water is no longer blood. You frown slightly, your fingers tracing over the lip of the marble basin. 

“Then let me be angry on your behalf.” You inhale a sharp breath at his words, freezing your movements. You have to remind yourself of your words to Peggy, men like James were a dream, not reality. As much as you wanted to lose yourself in such a fantasy, you had to stay focused.

“No.” 

“No?” James responds, his voice laced with confusion and maybe a bit of disappointment. 

“You are in debt to Haiford, it is best to keep them as an ally. You never know when Hydrina may rise again.” You explain, slowly turning to face him with a sad smile. His dark lashes flutter as he looks you up and down, eyes as blue as the stained glass window behind you. He stews in contemplation over your words, as if knowing you are right. 

“I should have wiped out Hydrina when I had the chance.” He sighs. “That way I wouldn’t have to play these games with Harrison.” His tongue rolls over his bottom lip, and tattooed fingers are now running through his brunet hair. Some of the strands have curled due to the humidity, tangling around his skin. 

“You still have a chance to get rid of Hydrina.” You reassure him, twisting the silver rings around your fingers. You hesitate over your next words for a moment, unsure, before deciding to take the plunge. “Peggy said you have a darkness inside of you because of all that Hydrina did. I don’t think she is wrong, but I don’t think you should be afraid of it. I think you should embrace it.”

“Are you afraid of that darkness? Like Steve and Peggy are?” Bucky asks, his voice low. His eyes dip to your fidgeting fingers, then to your face as you tilt your head in thought.

“No,” you state. “I think that kind of darkness, that kind of anger... I think it is powerful. If you truly wish Hydrina dead, then why not just do it?”

“Because my people are tired of war and tired of fighting. I want to be known for being a prosperous king, not a warmonger.” He explains with a sigh, and you shake your head at him. 

“And how are you supposed to be prosperous with the threat of Hydrina raiding your bordering villages year after year? How will your people truly be at peace with the threat of death looming at their door? In order to be successful, you must take it.”

“You are saying that I should go to war?” He asks, his voice amused as a ghost of a smile graces his lips. 

“No. I am saying that you shouldn’t feel guilty if you decide to give into this anger. You shouldn’t be guilty if a time comes when you must act. Hydrina has taken everything from you, why shouldn’t you return the favor? You are capable of greatness if you are willing to take risks.” You respond, daring to take a step closer to him. The stone around the statue is limited; your bodies are so close that you swear you can feel his breath fanning across your skin. His smile remains, his shoulders relaxing as he listens. 

“Is it selfish that I am glad you are not marrying Rumlow? You would be wasted on him.”

“And who would you have me marry instead?” You reply breathlessly, keeping your gaze steady as one of James’ hands closes the distance between you, resting lightly on the curve of your waist. 

“Someone you want to marry, not someone who has been chosen for you. Someone who will allow you to reach the greatness you are capable of.” 

He is so close that a senseless part of you wishes to reach out and hold him. You couldn’t help but feel sour that Peggy was right in some ways. He understood you, your situation, and your dreams in a way that no one else had. You wanted to whisper to him right there in that temple that you would marry him. He could help you, and he could help Faliene. But you knew it would never work. There were other other circumstances: King Harrison, Peggy... you were two separate kingdoms apart and he far out-ranked you. 

“I wish King Harrison understood my perspective as well as you do.” You choke out, your tongue feeling thick and bitter. If only society were not so strict and both your situations weren’t so complicated. If only you were a princess of a flourishing kingdom, or he was not in debt to Haiford because of the war. 

“He has not lost everything. Everything he has is because it has been handed to him. He will never understand what we understand.” Bucky replies quietly, though you can see the disappointment in his eyes and the reluctance to move his hand or gaze. 

“Why are you here, James?” You ask, eyes casting across the room. You had been so caught up in his presence and the vision you had received that you hadn’t thought to question why he was here. Or how he had found you. 

“Your maid said you came here. I came to return this.” His hand leaves your waist as he reaches into a pocket, pulling your trident necklace from within. You are silent in surprise, watching the chain slide over his finger as he holds it out towards you. 

“How did you find it? I thought it would be lost forever in the lists.” You breathe, hand outstretched, as he drops it in your palm. You watch as the chain pools against your skin, the metal still clean and shiny, like it hadn’t been lost to the mud mere hours ago. 

“I spent an hour searching the mud in the rain. I think Steve’s squire thought I was insane.” He chuckles, and you beam up at him, a warmth spreading up your neck. “Here, turn around.”

You oblige, turning to face Neume’s statue. The room is darker now, with barely any light reflecting from the water. James’ carefully pushes some loose strands of hair away from the back of your neck, looping the silver chain around. The metal is cool against your sternum as he carefully clasps it in place. 

“Now tell me, why are you hiding away in the temple?” James asks, breath warm against the back of your neck. 

“I came here to pray to Neume and ask for guidance with the situation in Faliene.” You admit, fingers stroking over the cool metal of the trident pedant as you turn to face him.

“And what did she show you?” He asks, and he has to look down to view your face as the two of you are so close. You chew your lip momentarily, wondering if you should tell him the truth or not.

“Blood. The salt water turned into blood, and waves consumed the temple, swallowing the other statues whole.” You divulge, your gaze moving to look over his shoulder with a wince. You were unsure of his position on magic and deities; if it were like most Galantian’s he would think you were speaking nonsense. 

“Sounds like a battle is ahead of you. Maybe greatness lies behind a series of battles for both of us? The more we talk, the more I find similarities in our destiny.” James hums in thought. 

“Do not worry yourself trying to please me by decoding this madness. You probably think I am unsound, I know that most Galantians don’t believe in gods and magic.” You keep your gaze averted, shaking your head with a worried laugh. 

“You would be surprised, I have witnessed some things that have changed my mind.”

Your eyes snap to him, blinking in surprise. “Like what?” 

“Asgardian magic healed my arm during the war when all of the medics thought I was moments away from my last breath. It changed something in me, and I felt... a calling.” He confesses, and you eye him with intrigue. 

“A calling to who?” 

“Vitharn.” 

You are silent. Vitharn, The Wraith, God of Vengeance and Death. One of the most feared gods, said to drive men to madness and bloodlust. His basket, you recall, was brimming full of gifts. It seemed that even in the fields of Galanta, the people feared Vitharn and his powers. One would pray to him and give him offerings in the hope that his cruel attention would sway elsewhere when battle came. The people who responded to Vitharn's call were brutal in battle, driven by rage and a desire to annihilate. They were called many names throughout the continent: bloodhounds, berserkers, reavers – you knew them as Korpr, Crows of Death. As you stare at him, stories and questions click into place. The siege on Hydrina’s capital – no normal man could have slaughtered all of those men as well as King Alexander without injury.

“The Wraith?” You whisper the question, watching as a dark look comes over his features. 

“Are you afraid?” He asks, his voice husky. Your eyelashes drop in a slow blink.

“No.” You breathe; a smile forming. “I think vengeance called you for a reason.” 

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Could you please do a JK one where the readers getting abused by maybe someone in the company or parents or something like that and JKs been a friend for a long time maybe even childhood friends and she tries to hid it but he gets suspicious and ends up find out and she keeps refusing help thinking she doesn’t deserve it but he helps her anyways and is really sweet and maybe they even end up together. Maybe add him speaking to the other members about it. Idk I like their little cameos. Also please add Bam I miss Bam. So like angst fluff 🫶🏻

Jungkook x fem reader

To save you

Genre:angst, comfort, work space abuse

Warning: abuse, self doubt, injury, blood

Synopsis: a girl at work really hates how close you are to jungkook.

My back pressed up against the mirror of the dance practice room. The boys had finished up around half an hour ago, but I stayed back with staff to help clear up. Minji, one of their coaches, had been eyeing me up the entire day. Truth is, I was really close to jungkook. I had been since I moved here. Tonight, I was going to stay over at his and look after bam whilst he went out with jin and tae. Minji had overheard this, and I instantly knew she was mad. It was no secret she liked jungkook, even he knew. She would cling on at any chance she got and made sure to linger on him a bit too long at practice. As soon as we were alone, she backed me up against the mirror and landed a harsh slap to my cheek.

"Have you not learnt to just back off yet?" Her voice was like nails on a chalk bored, a shiver rippled up my spine. I just bit my lip harshly, trying to ignore the pain. I should be used to it by now. Not liking my silence, minji gripped my shoulders and shook me harshly.

"Answer me you bitch!" Flinching away, I took a breath and looked at her anxiously.

"He just wants me to-" before I could finish, she threw me down to the floor with a loud thud. My elbow hit the ground first and an electric jolt of pain ripped up my arm. I couldn't help but whimper, clutching onto it carefully.

"He doesn't want you! You're just a convenience for him. If he wasn't so shy he'd be relying on me. Not you." Again, I said nothing, just sitting myself up slowly. She crouched down to my level, taking a fistful of my hair in her hand. Forcing me to look at her, she smiled fakly.

"Dont get it twisted, (y/n). Jungkook wouldn't really have someone as low and pathetic as you in his life, you're just so easy to use." With that, she shoved me away and left. It took a few minutes for the tears to stop but, I just got myself up and headed down to the back entrance. I found jimin and jungkook stood there, minji was, of course, hugging onto the tallers arm. My chest went tight, she was so pretty, she looked so right with him. What was I?

"(Y/n)? Are you ready to go?" Shaking my head, I looked up to find kook stood in front of me now. Giving him a small, I nod and allowed him to take hold of my hand. Ignoring minjis goodbye, he pulled me out into the underground car park and over to his bike. Wait, bike?

"Oh no. I'm not getting on that." He just chuckled, putting the helmet on my head and buckled it up.

"Dont be silly. It'll be fun." Hopping on the vehicle, he put his own helmet on before grabbing my arm. Hissing in pain, jungkook looked concerned but I just laughed and got on behind him.

"Hold on right to me okay?" Not passing up the opportunity, I wrapped my arms around his middle, ignoring the burning pain. With my good arm, I clung on for dear life as he rode us back to his place briskly.

"I told you it would be fun." I just huffed, following the noirette inside. Bam immediately ran over, circling us both excitedly. Jungkook chuckled, stroking the dogs head affectionately. Bam, being the pooch he is, decided he'd had enough of his dad and wanted me now. I smiled, kneeling down and petting him. Kook slipped away to get ready whilst I fed his dog in the kitchen.

"How do I look?" Hearing jungkook behind me, I turned around from my food making. My breath cought in my throat, cheeks slowly gaining colour. He was wearing some tight black jeans, a polo neck that was a dark grey colour and a leather jacket was in his arms. Of course, this was accompanied by his prada boots and all those piercings.

"You look amazing, as always." Playing down my actual feelings, I smiled at the tatted male kindly. Tilting his head, he grinned and came to stand next to me.

"What you making?"

"Japchae. I'll make extra so you can eat when you come in." Hearing this, he looked very happy. His hand rested on the back of my neck, his fingers moved across my skin softly.

"You're the best. I won't be too late. And you can call me if there's any issues." Letting out a laugh, I gazed up at him fondly.

"There won't be any issues silly. Now, go have fun. You deserve it." He hummed, looking down at me. Our eyes connected and it felt as though time stood still. For a minute, we stared at each other. The air between us grew thick, my eyes automatically falling to his lips. A shrill bark made us both jump apart.

"Ah my boy!" Jungkook gave bam lots of love before leaving for his night out.

Dropping onto kooks plush sofa, bam jumped up and lay with his head on my chest. I slowly rolled up the sleeve of my hoodie and winced at the sight of my elbow. It was purple, swollen to twice its size. That definitely wasn't good but I ignored it and put the sleeve down. This wasn't the first injury and it definitely wouldn't be the last. Not as long as I was in kooks life. Bam whimpered, nudging my chin with his nose. Smiling sadly, I stroked his ears softly.

"Its okay. You miss your dad huh? Me too...he'll be home soon." Tears filled my eyes, a lump forming in my throat. The pup nuzzled closer to me, as if he could sense my emotions. Sniffling, I wrapped my arms around him and curled up. There was nothing I could do. I couldn't tell jungkook because I didn't deserve his help. I ended up falling asleep, eyes damp from unshead tears.

A weight landed on my chest, waking me up from my slumber. It was too heavy to be bam. Looking down, I saw jungkook had decided to use me as a human pillow.

"Kook?"

"Mm. Shh, I wanna sleep." Blushing at his sleepy voice, I ran my fingers through his fluffy hair.

"You should go to bed then." Shaking his head, he wrapped his strong arms around my waist.

"No, it's better here." His voice trailed off, clearly dozing off. I smiled, letting my arms hang over his large frame and drifted back off too. In that moment, it was easy to forget everything else but him.

Monday rolled around and I was sat in the practice room watching hobi go over some of his solos. I clapped, doing whatever he asked me. Perks of being an assistant. Seeing he was out of breath, I headed to the water fountain to fill up his bottle.

"Bah!" Screaming, I jumped back and somehow managed to save hobis water. Jungkook stood there, a cheeky grin on his face. Glaring, I put the cap back on the bottle.

"That was mean." Laughing, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. Bumping into my side, I winced at the pressure against my elbow. He saw this and frowned.

"You okay?' Nodding at him, I explained I had to get back to hobi and left quickly. He couldn't find out.

"You should head home now (y/n). Its quite late." Hobi smiled at me kindly, handing me my hoodie.

"Thank you. I'll get going now. See you tomorrow!" Heading out, I went down to reception and signed myself out. Just as I was leaving, jungkook came over.

"Hey, you get to leave earlier that us tonight huh?" Though he was acting annoyed, I knew it was only playful and laughed.

"Yep. Did you need something?"

"No actually, I'm just about to head off to. I just, oh." He paused, sighing to himself. He muttered something about being stupid.

"What have you lost?" Scoffing at how well I knew him, kook smiled sheepishly.

"My jacket. Think it's in the gym." Rolling my eyes, I shook my head.

"Stay here. I'll go get it." To my surprise, he pulled me into a hug and kisses my cheek. Instantly, I blushed, trying to hug back casually.

"You're the best." Laughing it off, I quickly head down into the basement level and to the gym. Spotting the denim jacked slung over one of the weights, I jumped out of my skin upon hearing the door slam. Turning round, minji stood there, eyes glazed over with anger.

"You're so stupid (y/n)" She made her way over to me menacingly. I clutched the jacket to my chest, like some sort of safety blanket. Seeing the coat, she ripped it from my hands and thew it aside. Before I could say anything, her fist connected with the edge of my cheek at full force. I stumbled back, gasping as it knocked the wind out of me.

"He hates you! Do you understand me?" Minji screamed, I just nod out of fear. Chuckling bitterly, she pinned me down and slapped me on my other cheek. It was dizzying and I struggled to focus on anything. I could feel her nails on my skin and my hurt elbow pressing against the tiled floor awkwardly. Leaning down, the blonde whispered into my ear.

"If I were you, (y/n). I'd really watch my back. Because if I see you near my man again, I'll do much worse than this." Raising from the ground, minji kicked my side a few extra times for good measure. I don't know when she left but I lay on the ground crying stupidly for a while. Having little strength, I forced myself up and looked down. My arms were covered in thick, bloody scratches. My face felt as though it were on fire and my ribs, the pain was unimaginable. Tears bubbled down my cheek as I managed to get to my knees.

"Hey, (y/n). Are you in here? You've been ages-" we both froze as jungkook entered the room. He stared at me, lips parted and brows furrowed. As he slowly registered all the wounds, kook took a step forward and I flinched back.

"(Y/n). What happened? Who did this?" He asked, trying to get closer but I just grabbed his jacket and stood up with great difficulty.

"Talk to me! What happened?"

"Nothing jungkook! Stop asking!" I shoved the jacket in his arms and left immediately. Now he'd seen that, I had to stay away. As soon as I got home, I emailed management and let them know I'd be taking a few days off.

The next morning, jungkook sat in the break room deep in thought.

"You okay?" Jin asked, taking a seat beside him with a steaming coffee. Shaking head head, the younger turned to him.

"Someone hurt (y/n). Badly." Now concerned, jin put his drink down. He crossed his arms and sat forward.

"What?"

"I dont know. Last night I found her covered in bruises and cuts. She was a mess. I tried to help but she pushed me away, and she won't answer the phone." He explained, rubbing his face in annoyance. Jin saw his distress and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Who would hurt her, she's the sweetest." Kook carried on, looking to his elder for advice.

"I dont know jungkook, but focus on the important thing. She needs help." Knowing jin was right, he kept his gaze on him.

"So what do I do? She won't talk to me." After a minute of silence, the brunette gasped, alerting jungkook.

"Here's an idea."

Laying in my bed, I hadn't moved all day. I felt so weak. Everything hurt. Tears were staining my cheeks. I didn't want to let jungkook go. He was my everything, even if he didn't notice. But why would he want me when minji was there? My phone buzzed yet again. This time, I was going to block him but was pleasantly surprised at the text.

Gguk: hey, I got a meeting tonight. Could you come look after bam? I won't be able to get home at all.

Knowing he wouldn't be there, I agreed. I couldn't let bam starve like that. It took me an hour to even get out the house and drive over to his house. But, eventually, I arrived. Making my way inside, I found it strange that bam didn't greet me. Shrugging, I filled up his bowl using a measuring cup. My legs buckled beneath me and I dropped down against the kitchen floor. Luckily, I didn't knock anything. Tears welled up in my eyes. Why was I so pathetic? My shoulders began to shake as I tried so hard to contain my cries. There was a noise behind me, at least bam was here. Sniffling, I kept my head down.

"I'm sorry. I put your food down. But I'm so stupid, I probably messed that up too. I can't even stand up without falling over. I really, really hate myself." Was it stupid to pour your heart out to a dog? Either way, I spoke out to him. At this point, tears were yet again streaming down my cheeks. Unexpectedly, arms wrapped around me from behind, gently tugging me back.

"Dont say stuff like that, you're not stupid." Jungkook spoke softly, turning me around. Seeing his concerned face, I felt my lip wobble. His hands came up and wiped my cheeks.

"Dont hate yourself. Its going to be okay." Instantly, I started sobbing. How could he be so kind after seeing the state I was in? Jungkook wasted no time in picking me up. On autopilot, my arms wrapped around his neck as he carried me into his bedroom. He sat on his bed, placing me on his lap.

"Can I help you please?" Taking a deep breath, I nod but didn't dare let go. Rubbing my back, kook kept his voice small.

"I'm not going anywhere. I promise." Reluctantly, i detached myself from him and jungkook got up, disappearing into his bathroom. I felt cold, hugging my knees to my chest best I could. Why did he want to help me? Nothing made sense.

"Could you show me where you're hurt?" Gazing up, I saw the male holding a first aid kit. When I avoided eye contact, he frowned and stepped closer. Gently, he brushed my hair aside.

"I'm not going to leave you. I promise. I just need to help you."

"Why?" I whispered, swallowing the thump in my throat.

"Well, you're hurt and injuries can get infected a-"

"No. Why do you care? I'm not important. I'm just a convenience." Now completely confused, jungkook sat down next to me and tilted his head. Delicately, he placed a hand on my knee.

"A convenience? What does that even mean?" He asked, trying to meet my eyes but I refused.

"You only talk to me because I'm easy. The only reason you ask for me to come here is because you know I will. You're just too shy to talk to anyone else." As I spoke, the man beside me felt himself grow angry. Turning towards me, he, very carefully, moved me around. Finding myself face to face with him, I swallowed thickly. His breathing seemed deeper, tongue poking at his peircing on reflex.

"You think I only talk to you because I find it convenient that you'll help me out?" Nervously, I nod at his question and almost flinched at how his face fell. Scooting forward, he cupped my cheeks whilst shaking his head.

"(Y/n), you really don't understand do you?" I blinked at him, subtly leaning into his hands.

"You have no idea how scared I was to talk to you all those years ago. I continue to include you in my life because I want you in it." He spoke softly, thumb running across my cheek bone.

"Why were you scared?"

"Because-" He cut himself off with a laugh, embarrassment evident in his tone. Giving me a shy smile, kook sat away and grabbed the aid kit.

"I'll tell you, if I can clean you up?" Letting out a breath, I nod. Happy I'd agreed, he took hold of the hem of my jumper.

"Can I?" I gave him a quiet hum of confirmation and closed my eyes as he pulled it off of my body. Jungkook tensed instantly. All those wounds concealed under the thick material were now on display. Seeing my elbow, the shade of purple it was, he gasped.

"Oh (y/n). Why didn't you tell me?" My lips pressed together, squeezing my eyes shut to stop the tears. He got to work, firstly aiding the scratches on my arms. Each time I winced from the disinfectant, he apologised and tried to be gentler. After they were wrapped, he applied cream to my face where it was bruised. The worst of it was the bruise on my ribs, it was accompanied by small cuts from the broken skin. He was so delicate with me, taking his time to clean the area and apply the correct creams. Finally, he inspected my elbow and frowned deeply.

"You need this checked out professionally." He sighed, wrapping it up for now. I just bit my lip anxiously.

"You can wear this." Jungkook handed me his white tshirt, which I put on immediately. He dimmed the lights of the room and switched his TV on. I got myself under the covers and curled up. Getting in beside me, the male scootched down and looked at me sadly.

"Who hurt you?"

"I can't tell you." Looking confused, he reached over and started to run his fingers through my hair.

"Yes you can. What do you think will happen?"

"You'll hate me." I told him, not daring to look at him.

"I dont think there's anything that could make me hate you." Thinking over it all, my mind began to swim.

"Dont cry my love." Blinking fast, jungkook carefully pulled me up into his embrace. My nose pressed to the crook of his neck. Our bodies were snug together.

"Tell me please. I hate seeing you like this. It breaks my heart." With a turbulent breath, I sat up. He was quick to follow my actions, his hands on my waist and me partially on his lap.

"You know-" squeezing my eyes shut, jungkook brought me onto his thighs fully. I couldn't even compute that action however, my head was too muddled with all that was happening.

"Take your time, I'm listening." Nodding at him, I finally caved in and looked down.

"You know Minji?" Jungkook looked at me, bobbing his head.

"Well, she hates that we're close."

"Why?" He asked, trying to comprehend what I was saying.

"Because she really likes you jungkook. Id go as fsr to say she's in love with you. And, you know, you should like her too! I don't understand how you couldn't."

"Answer me one thing (y/n). Did she do this to you?" I wet my lips, rubbing my eyes harshly.

"Yes." Cupping my cheeks in his large palms, kook came to eye level and looked at me intently.

"Then I could never even fathom, falling in love with her. Let alone liking her. Trust me when I tell you, you're never going to see her again." He never took his eyes off of me, my heart started beating unnaturally. Sliding his arms around my waist, jungkook pulled me into a gentle hug. I rested my head on his shoulder and took a deep breath, inhaling his musky cologne.

"I dont want you leaving my side." Finally, I let out a tiny laugh at his words.

"Huh? Do you want me to move in or something?" I joked lightly, enjoying his embrace after such a horrible few days.

"I wouldn't mind." He replied, arms seeming to tighten around my middle slightly.

"I'm not your girlfriend jungkook."

"You could be." I froze. Slowly, I pulled away, keeping my hands on his shoulders and gaped at the man in front of me.

"That's not funny."

"I-i wasn't joking." He grinned, taking hold of my hands and linking our fingers.

"You asked me why I was scared to talk to you? I was scared because, you're pretty." Blushing, I struggled to find the words. So, jungkook continue upon seeing my confusion.

"You've always been pretty. And, I was what- sixteen? I was sure you'd just laugh of you ever figured it out." He scratched his nape nervously, cheeks tinted with embarrassment.

"Figured what out?"

"That I like you." Silence settled between us, my brain slow to catch on. Once his words sunk in, I gazed at him with a mix of emotion. Firstly, I couldn't believe that. Secondly, what the fuck?

"You like me?"

"Well, yeah. You're my best friend, you're always here. You're the best thing that happened to me. Debut was hard, life was hard. Then you appeared and made everything better." As he spoke from the heart, I felt myself smiling happily.

"Its been nearly ten years. Why didn't you tell me?" My hand held his cheek tentivley. Jungkook shrugged shyly, leaning into my touch.

"I couldn't risk loosing you. But it looks like I nearly lost you to a psychopath because of that." He chuckled sadly, inching forward slightly. It was insane. How did I never notice his feelings for me. This whole time, I let minji get in my head. Without thinking, I closed the gap between us and pressed my lips to his. Jungkook stuttered slightly before kissing back eagerly. He was careful of my bruises, as he held me flush to his chest. Taking the lead, he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. He poured all his love into the action, hoping to make up for lost time. Eventually, I pulled away to take a breath. Jungkook was grinning like an idiot.

"I'm hoping that means you like me too?" Instead of replying, I hit his chest softly abd brought a laugh out of him. Once he'd started to relax again, jungkook, very carefully, laid down; bringing me with him and onto his chest. Instantly, I felt comfort, his strong arms holding me to him protectively.

"Get some sleep, I'm taking you to the hospital in the morning." Nodding, I sat up slightly to kiss his cheek sweetly.

"Thank you." He just smiled, ruffling my hair up then reaching over for the light. Suddenly, I grabbed his wrist. He looked at me in question.

"What about minji?" Redirecting his hand to his phone, jungkook unlocked it and went to contacts.

"Dont worry, I've got a plan for that."

The very next afternoon, minji arrived at the studio for her session. Having not seen me for two days, she was in high spirits. Making her way into the practice room, minji flicked the light on then dumped her stuff in the corner. Suddenly, the door slammed behind her. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end, as she turned around. There stood yoongi. One hand on the door, the other tucked away into his pocket. Slowly, he looked up, smirking as he clicked the lock.

"Now then. We're gonna have some fun."

[aether-writes-things]

Pinned lmao

Hello! You can call me Aether :3 My pronouns are they/them primarily, but I also use he/him. I'm queer and make queer art.

I'm 21+, live in the U.S., and am married. Yes, my husband is my beta reader lmao, I love him sm

I'm nonbinary/transmasculine/genderfluid or some kind of bs like that. Labels are hard lmfao. Sense of self? We don't know her.

I write stuff. And things. Sometimes nsfw, but not all the time lol

Current works posted: 0

WIPs: 2.5/3.5 (it's a work in progress and a little nuanced)

Fandoms I write for: Legends of Zelda / Original Links Meet AU, Marvel (sometimes, lol, the Deadpool and Wolverine brainrot has a vice-like grip on my brain rn and it's distracting me from other fandom...oof)

If you want to see me spew nonsense, just look for the tag aether yaps because I do a lot of yapping.

My works will be tagged as aether's stories.

I write both short and long form fiction. My AO3 handle is AetherWritesThings.

More randomness under the cut! (You can also find DNI related inquiries, more on fandom, and what kind of tags to block if you don't want to see certain types of works on my blog, as well as general content warnings for my non-adult/YA work.)

Backstory timeeeeeee

I've been writing fanfiction since the autism really started autisming back in 2010. Yeah, I've been writing fanfic for 14 years and I haven't had an AO3 until now. Sad innit lol (Also yes, I am actually autistic, amongst other brain problems lmfao) I started in a spiral bound notebook, writing Twilight Princess fanfiction by hand as a child.

I fell off the writing wagon in 2020, when my writing buddy and best friend ghosted me for being queer. Since then, I've done a lot of growing up, changing, and deep introspection. Besides learning how to handle my mental illness, I've also learned to take my time and enjoy the process of creation, rather than just slap something on a page and hate it for the rest of my existence. I've also learned that, sometimes, it's ok to put down the original work and just enjoy some self-indulgent fanworks sometimes!

I haven't gotten his permission to tag his account here, but my lovely beta reader is my very own husband, the only person in my life that I feel comfortable sharing my works with. (It's different if it's strangers on the internet or writing buddies, which I don't have anymore, lol) Shoutout to the hubby <3

I don't really do DNIs because I don't post anything that could be DNI-able. (And by that, I mean I will avoid posting or reblogging triggering or DNI-able content, such as political or deeply controversial content). Most of my works are intended for young adult audiences, but sometimes the ship brainrot seizes me and I make adult works as well. I will tag everything appropriately. If you don't want to see NSFW content, but still want to follow, feel free to just add jeepers that's smut to your blocked tags! That's what I'll tag any and all of my adult-themed works with!

General content warnings DO apply to my sfw content, so as I post / think of more, I'll add to the list here. Current Content Warnings / Trigger Warnings: violence, blood, medical procedures, emeto/vomit/illness (non-graphic, I am emetophobic lol), death, strong language

And some stuff just for fun!

I have two cats, both of them orange. They're so dumb <3. My favorite color is green. I have been in the Legends of Zelda fandom for going on 15 years now (I'm old). My favorite three Legends of Zelda games in descending order are Twilight Princess (ily Midna), Skyward Sword, and Wind Waker. I have also played Majora's Mask (ITS SO HARD), Ocarina of Time (screw the Water Temple fr), Phantom Hourglass, Breath of the Wild, and Tears of the Kingdom. Why do I feel like I'm missing some? Idk lol

Feel free to message me or ask me stuff! I should be posting some writing soon, so be on the lookout for more silliness.

Last Updated: 9-16-2024

[fuwushiguro]

Toji Fushiguro is an apex predator, a 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐄

Toji Fushiguro x f!reader | Megumi Fushiguro x f!reader

summary: You meet a handsome older man while partying in Paris with your best friend. Going home with a man you've just met isn't usually your style, but looking at him is more than enough to dispel any doubts. But maybe you should have listened to your intuition.

genre: smut, angst, very dark content.

series warnings: implied age gap, noncon, assault, victim blaming, violence (very graphic), murder.

This is going to be very heavy so please take care of yourselves and be wary of the tags. If it's too much or too dark for you please do not read - you are responsible for your own safety. I've also added some links beneath the read more for anyone who would like to seek out help or support regarding the themes covered in this series. If anyone has any other good resources please feel free to send them to me and I will add them too. Be safe everyone 💕

chapter one: I Wanna Give In To My Temptation

18+, dubcon, age gap, alcohol consumption, nightclub setting, nightclub pick up, dry humping, fingering, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie, manipulation, gaslighting, smoking.

chapter two: He’s Got Me, I Can’t Break It

18+, dubcon, age gap, alcohol consumption, fingering, pussy job, unprotected sex, manipulation, gaslighting, orgasm denial, blowjob, implied cunnilingus, smoking.

chapter three: I've Loved You Since This Morning

18+, dubcon, age gap, alcohol consumption, self-loathing, self destructive tendencies, threesome implication, possessiveness, mutual pining, bickering, guilt tripping, slight violence, misogyny, slut shaming, teasing, groping, light petting.

chapter four: So Now You're On Your Own, Won't You Come Back Home?

18+, dubcon, age gap, slight fingering, pining, arguing, friendship struggles//loss of friendship, nausea, vomiting, missed period mention, tablet consumption (ibuprofen), self-loathing, depressive episode (reader stays in bed for a few days crying and won't talk to anyone), very angsty chapter tbh.

chapter five: I Got Lost In Foreign Lands

18+, dubcon, age gap, oral (m and f receiving), hair pulling, fingering, over stimulation, daddy kink, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, free use??, aftercare, voyeurism?? (ish idk), gaslighting, manipulation, toxic relationship, alcohol consumption, drug consumption (cocaine), objectification, cock worship.

chapter six: We Learned Our Lesson From The Start

18+, noncon/rape, age gap, fingering, victim blaming, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, virginity loss mention, oral (f receiving), suicide ideation.

chapter seven: I Can Be The Eye Of The Storm

18+, rape/noncon, major character death, false imprisonment, violence, attempted murder, blood mention, misogyny.

tag list form ➪ here

I also wanted to add some support below if you or anyone is going through a hard time. I would feel very irresponsible writing a series with such a heavy subject matter and not provide support or links for you. And please bear in mind I wrote this as a fictional story, not based in truth. It's not supposed to be realistic or relatable it is pure fiction. The reader in this au deals with her trauma and what happens to her in ways I intended to be more of a heightened horror movie reality rather than to be actually realistic. I'm not going to tell anyone how to cope with their struggles but please please please understand that I wrote this as fiction and nothing else.

Suicide Hotlines For Every Country

Emergency Numbers Worldwide

NHS: Help after rape and sexual assault

Rape Crisis Network Europe

Rape Crisis England and Wales

As mentioned, if you know of any other support or links that may be useful feel free to tell me and send the links and I will be sure to add them in.

[slut4colinbridgerton]

Bittersweet in my mouth|| COLIN BRIDGERTON

PROMPT: “People warned me about you. I didn’t listen… God I wish I did.”

Requested?: No

Ship: Colin Bridgerton x Reader

Warnings: AFAB pronouns, Colin being an oblivious cunt (please let me know if i have to add something else)

Summary: idk man there’s just angst

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first one shot/imagine, so any constructive criticism is welcome!! Also I will be taking requests, however i would like to stick to bridgerton atm. I hope you enjoy :)

“Are you ok?” Y/N looked up to see Eloise standing behind them.

“Yeah.. Yeah I am.”

Eloise rolled her eyes,

“I don’t think people hide behind bushes would be considered ‘fine’. Definitely not sane that’s for sure-”

She was cut off briefly with an elbow to the stomach “What the hell Y/N?, you’ve been acting weird since…” she trailed off.

“Oh. Oh.”

“Eloise don’t. I’m not in the mood to talk about my feelings. I just want to wallow in self pity.” She sat on the bench and fiddled with the silk fabric of her dress. Eloise simply sat next to her on the bench.

“Y’know you’re not too late.” Eloise said, staring into the air.

“What, how can I not be? He’s now engaged to Marina, I can’t do anything more.”

“Y/N, no offense but shut up. You are a wonderful person, you’re elegant, an academic, any man would be lucky to have you! If Colin can’t see that, then it’s his fault, not yours.”

“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said about me, and about romance for that fact.” Y/N chuckled.

“Yeah, it is. That’s how much I’m rooting for you and him.”

“Rooting for them and who?”

They both stood up and snapped around, to see the man they were just talking about,

“Why are you both looking at me like that? Have I got something on my face?”

Eloise cleared her throat,

“No one, nothing, I should go-”

“Eloise no, don’t you dare!” Y/N straggled to get a hold of Eloise’s arm, but failed, and Eloise sauntered off.

“Y/N, are you feeling ok? Have you come down with an illness?” He says, pressing the back of his hand to her forehead, “You’ve been acting off this whole party.”

Y/N stepped back from Colin,

“ Colin just leave it, I’m ok, I’m just sick of everyone asking me that!”

Colin raised his hands in defeat,

“Ok ok, just please, tell me what’s troubling you. It’s unlike you to be this.. reserved.”

“Colin what would you know what I’m like? You’re hardly around me anymore.” Y/N yelled out.

“Pardon?”

“Do not act like you haven’t been. You’ve been so infatuated with Miss Thompson, You have hardly spent any time with anyone else!”

“Why are you acting like this, is because you are jealous? I mean I don’t blame you! Marina has had more luck on the marriage market in a few weeks, more then you’ve had for the last few months! And it will probably stay that way.”

Y/N’s blood seemed to drain from their face,

“Y/N I’m so sorr-” She held up a finger to cut him off,

“Save it.”

Y/N turned away and stormed out of the garden, Colin just stood there, just watching her walk away.

Eloise was stood talking with Penelope, when she felt a sudden tap on her shoulder; she turned around to see Y/N standing there, her eyes heavy and red.

“Hold on Penelope-”

“Oh ok then,” Penelope was confused, but then again she was used to Eloises antics.

Eloise grabbed Y/N’s arm and lead to to a more secluded part of the occasion,

“What did he say, you must tell me!”

“He told me that I was jealous, due to the fact that Miss Thompson had more luck this season then I’ve ever had.”

Eloise balled her fists,

“Oh I’m going to kill him-”

“Eloise, don’t.”

Eloise sighed, then sat down; Y/N joined her,

“I’m getting a real sense of deja vu here.” Y/N laughed bitterly,

“Sat down? You crying because of my idiot of a brother? I think it’s starting to become our thing.”

Y/N looked at Eloise,

“I’m sorry for unloading this all on you-”

“Don’t you worry, it gives me something else to to other than listen to the mindless suitors of the ton.”

Y/N chuckled.

They heard footsteps coming from behind them, and they turned around; and once again they had a sense of deja vu.

It was Colin.

“Can I-”

“No.”

“Eloise I need to talk to-”

“Not in your wildest dreams brother.”

“Why not? I need to say-”

“What? Are you planning to insult her again? Planning to demean her further? Oh why don’t you just insult her family-”

“Alright I get it! Just please, tell me where she is.”

“Fine, she’s behind me.”

“What?”

Y/N poked her head out,

“Hi.”

Hello! Thank you so much for reading my first imagine/one shot. There will be a part 2, due to the fact that I just could not put it all in one. Hoped you enjoyed this and will read part 2 :)

- caitlin/sage <3

[nonclassyparty]

Hiraeth (P.SH)- Teaser

A hundred lives across a million realities.

Life is weird for Park Seonghwa. Especially when he’s lived through more than one. One life he falls asleep as a king and in the next, he wakes up as a college student with exams next week.

You are always there, in every life. Taunting him with the mistakes of his past. Always an inch out of his grasp and never his completely, yet Seonghwa thinks that every life in which he meets you will be the one where he gets to keep you.

A hundred lives across a million realities.

No one is the same but does anything really change? What a fucking joke.

pairing: seonghwa x reader

warnings: EVERYTHING. smut, angst, death, blood, gore...idk i’ll add later

taglist: send me a message if u’d like to be added :)

status: coming july 2022.

a/n: so SO SO SO here’s a little part from hiraeth, it will be a one-shot i finally decided bc it will go on forever if i make it a mini series 😭 this is just a little preview, me trying to test out something a little bit different lol. i hope you guys enjoy it bc im really having a lot of fun writing it also, there’s obv a lot of history involved here so don’t hold it against me too much, my knowledge from the japanese occupation of s.korea and all the other eras i mention is very basic (which i know isnt good if i want to write this properly but it is what it is, dont take it too seriously).

Myeong-dong, Seoul, 1921.

Seonghwa's mother hated when he smoked in front of the bakery. Apparently, it was a bad image that drove potential costumers away. As if a guy smoking tobacco outside of the humble establishment would somehow deteriorate the quality of their bread rolls. They were the only bakery on the street as well. She was so dramatic.

But thankfully, she wasn't here today.

Which is precisely why Seonghwa sat on the wooden bench of the display window, with the thin stick filled with tobacco between his lips as he lit it up with a match. He wasn't on break, per say, but if there weren't any costumers in the store and Jongho didn't need any help with the kitchen work in the back- there really wasn't a reason why he should be stuck behind the counter, especially with how hot it was inside due to the oven being used.

It was a little bit over noon, Hongjoong should be around here somewhere anyway. His childhood friend had nothing to do but roam the streets, looking for a mess to be in. It was why Seonghwa's parents never really liked his friend. They thought he influenced Seonghwa badly.

Little did they know that behind almost every bad idea they had, Seonghwa was always the main culprit and not the other way around. Hongjoong just followed him, for the sake of it.

"I'm assuming Mrs. Park isn't around today since you're smoking outside." Hongjoong spoke loudly as he approached where Seonghwa sat, taking a seat next to him on the windowsill. His white shirt was missing a button and was wrinkly, very different from Seonghwa's carefully ironed and buttoned up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"You would be correct." Was Seonghwa's response as he stared at the people moving up and down the street.

Ladies holding mini umbrellas to protect them from the spring sun, holding onto the elbows of the gentlemen that walked beside them. The neighbourhood kids of the working class running around with their toys in hand as shrill laughter followed them. It was always so lively here.

"They went to the docks to collect packages for the store today." Seonghwa explains as Hongjoong lights up a cigarette of his own. His cigarette box was embroidered with gold and it served as a constant reminder of the difference between them.

Hongjoong wasn't like Seonghwa. He was a rich kid, the son of the man who owned the biggest factory in town. Maybe that's why Hongjoong was so careless in following every bad idea Seonghwa had. Seonghwa did it because he was reckless and dumb while Hongjoong did it because he could afford it.

Even now, despite barely making it through basic education, he has a job secured. Maybe even outside of South Korea, if things get worse here. It's why he can parade around the town every day like this, with his wrinkly shirts and golden cigarette cases, because he will always have a place to fall back on.

Seonghwa, on the other hand, only had the little family bakery which he will probably inherit if the military don't throw him in jail or something by the time he's old enough to run it.

But he wanted to go to school more. Maybe become a translator for the Japanese so he could get an office job and get away from flour and the heat of the oven. He couldn't though, it was only available for people who could afford it, meaning children of the upper class and the militants from abroad.

Oh well. It's the stack of cards he's been dealt with in this life, so he'll just have to make due.

"There's a festival at the square tonight. You should come." Hongjoong offered, exhaling the smoke with his eyes crinkled from the sunlight poking into them.

"Can't. When mom and dad get back, we'll probably spend the whole night restocking in the back." He responds with a sigh, his lips quirking a bit. It's nice that Hongjoong keeps asking, despite knowing what the answer will be.

Ever since their last debacle which involved a stolen pig and running away from the guards, his parents held Seonghwa on a tight leash. It's been four months now and they still weren't budging.

"I'll tell you all about the pretty girls I see, don't you worry." Hongjoong teased, clapping Seonghwa on the back and he chuckled in return, shaking his head a little.

"Not like you're going to have any luck with them." Seonghwa teased back with a smirk, eyes still set on the strangers moving up and down, peering into the displays and so on.

"Hey! I'll have you know that me and Eunji from the Songs had a great time behind the hay barns." His friend complains with a whine, punching Seonghwa's shoulder lightly.

"Sure. Sure." Seonghwa was still smirking.

"Asshole." Hongjoong mutters, looking through the display into the bakery, "Where's Jongho?"

"He's somewhere in the bac-" Seonghwa's words get stuck in his throat as he catches a glimpse of a figure from across the street, walking with two children on each side.

A girl.

A girl clad in a white dress that reached her ankles, cinching at her waist. The wide sleeves of it swayed in the light breeze with every step she took as she observed the displays of the passing stores. Her long, midnight black hair was intricately braided and rested over one shoulder with a ribbon tied at the end.

Seonghwa found himself unable to tear his gaze away from her figure, something deeper than butterflies settling in his chest than when he normally spots a pretty girl. Something that makes him feel like he's getting pierced through the chest with a knife the longer he stares at her. Something aching to...pain? It was...Why is he getting the urge to be near her? What was this feeling?

This went beyond regular attraction and Seonghwa couldn’t explain why. Deep sorrow filled him up as he stared at the beautiful girl and his insides were twisting like a hurricane, bending and swaying anything in its way. He wanted to be closer-

"Forget about it." The voice that comes from his side cuts his train of thought and he turns his head to Hongjoong who was watching the same girl.

"What?" Seonghwa chuckles, awkwardly trying to play it off like he wasn’t almost brought to tears while staring at a complete stranger.

"Her?" Hongjoong asks, subtly nodding his head in the girl's direction. She was now crouching down next to the little boy that was with her, pointing out to him something in the display. "Forget about it."

"Why? Who is she?" Seonghwa questions with furrowed brows, the awkward smile slipping when he noticed how serious Hongjoong was being.

"Mayor's niece. Her name is Yumiko." His friend spoke with a hushed tone, gaze still trained on the girl's, your, figure. "She's here for the summer, lives in Tokyo, grew up there as well. Filthy rich family. I heard she's going to be one of the first women to start higher education there. So just...forget about it."

Seonghwa stays quiet, eyes still trained on you across the street. Yumiko. You seemed familiar despite the fact that he knows he never saw you before because he definitely would have remembered you. That name doesn't suit you, Seonghwa has no idea why he feels that way but he just does.

Yumiko. It means arrow child in Japanese. At first glance, he would've expected your name to be something softer, gentler and complimenting to your looks. Hm.

"Hwa," Hongjoong's stern voice and Seonghwa pulls his dazed eyes away from you once again and turns to Hongjoong who is staring at him with sharp eyes. "I'm serious. I know I always support all your stupid ideas for shits and giggles but just trust me on this, you don't want to get involved with her. Her father is fucking insane."

"I was just looking at a pretty girl, Joong." Seonghwa replies with a small chuckle, "it's not like I'll ever even talk to her or anything."

"Good, keep it at that." Hongjoong nods, taking another drag of his cigarette. "Besides, she's probably been spoken for in an arranged marriage ever since she was, like, twelve or something. It's how families like that work."

"Yeah, okay." Seonghwa nods finally, staring at his friend a little bit longer and trying to keep his thoughts in check. Yumiko. Yumiko. Yumiko. Y/N. Yumiko. Yumiko. Yumiko.

[sipsteainanxiety]

Hello, friend! Apologies for bothering you but I had a quick fanfic question and you seem like a friendly person to go to!

So, I just got into writing, but I'm a longtime reader. *However* most of the fics I've read come from AO3, not tumblr. So I'm not "knowledgeable" on how to post work on here, so to speak.

That being said, what are the appropriate tags I should make for a fic? Also, how in the fuck do I make a banner?! I've tried making one for a previous work but I just think it's the wrong size?!?

If you have any answers, I would happily appreciate it 🙏

Thank you in advance!

hello hello!!! i'm honored u decided to come ask me aww 🥺🥺 i will do my best to respond!! (keep in mind tht there rly arent any set technicalities to this, it's just what i do!!)

so of course tag the relationship first i would say. im gna use bkg as an example lmaooo so like 'bakugou x reader'. use both his first name and full name in separate tags (bkg katsuki x reader, katsuki x reader) bc you never know how people will look up certain tags. and since people spell his last name differently also tag that. i think there's a thing where ur post appears in only the first 5 tags u use??? but im not sure if thats legit. id still be wary.

i personally wouldnt tag an x reader fic as simply 'bnha' or anything bc like... the x reader niche is pretty mmm small n unique and i dont think ppl who arent into it wanna see y/n fics in the mha tag LOL but thats just me. keep it to the x reader tags or whatever fic youre writing, be it ship fic or whatevr, it's the same process.

u could also tag it as like 'bakugou imagine' or 'bakugou fluff' or smthn. and you can also create a unique tag for specifically your writing so that people can easily look it up instead of hunting for a masterlist! like you can do, idk '__ writings'. makes it easier when theyre on your blog since they can search for its content

in the case of x reader fics, i'd also use 'bkg x y/n' or 'bkg x you' bc again, never know how people will search for smthn.

and make sure you tag any TWs too! for instance, 'tw blood' or 'cw blood'. its good to use both for people who have the tags blocked!! i also find its nice to insert warnings/mentions at the top of your post! like if the reader is fem or gn, if its an AU, any TWs, if its fluff/angst/hurt, the pairing, anything you can think of that you blv readers will want to know abt! maybe add a short summary or a lil snippet.

so. banners. i personally use canva bc its free<3 my banners are 3000 x 1055 px! ive found tht it works p well. you could probably increase the height more, up to u. just fiddle around with the sizing! the lil dividers are typically 3000 x 40 px for me, but only bc i think 40 is the smallest canva can go lol

aannddd yeah! i thinkkk that's all? let me know if you have any other questions!! i'm happy to respond<3

[alaskasmonsters]

Patch-Up | Levi Ackerman

levi got injured and you clean his wounds and patch him up, feeling guilty about being the reason he got hurt.

pairing: Levi Ackerman x gn!reader

w.c: 2.665

warning: very minor description of injuries, mentions of blood, Levi is kinda very soft in this one

a.n: i wasn’t actually planning to finish this so quickly, haha, levi i love you. also, i feel like he might kinda be ooc??? i just idk, maybe? i hope it isn’t too bad, though.

A frustrated sigh left your lips as you inspected Levi’s face closer, trying to hide your concern about the head wound and the now dried-up blood that marked a trail from the man’s hair line down to his chin.

He’s been hurt during your fight against Kenny and his guys, hitting his head horribly at one point during, leaving a nasty cut behind.

You already felt bad about that, since it was kinda your fault he hit his head in the first place, as he had to protect you in a moment you weren’t entirely focused and would have certainly died if Levi hadn’t swooped in and saved your ass.

It didn’t help that Levi’s eyes, who were usually set in a cold and unbothered glance had grown softer, which smoothened out the frown he almost always wore on his face.

It was terrifying.

You hoped the man didn’t have a concussion because of your stupidity.

“I’ll clean the wound,” you mumbled weakly, repeating words you’ve already said once to remind yourself to keep moving towards him.

You were hyper aware of the captain’s eyes on you and the way the matratze softly bounced as you sunk down on the bed beside him. You reached for the bucket with fresh water and the cloth hanging off it and noticed in horror that your hands were shaking.

Calm down. It‘s only a little blood.

Dipping the fabric into the water and wringing it out you tried to focus your attention on calming your breath, scared Levi would notice you panicking and get annoyed by your sensitive nature as he once called it.

As you were sure your heart rate had slowed you turned again, sending the brunet a small smile, hoping it looked reassuring, as you moved the cloth to start cleaning around the area of the eyes first, so he could see again.

Your hands were still shaking, you noticed bitterly, but you tried your best to make it seem like it was fine.

A hand then took hold of your wrist in a surprisingly soft manner, holding your arm in place.

You froze in surprise, eyes glancing up to find Levi staring at you. His gaze studying you calmly.

“I‘m okay,” he said.

You averted your eyes, biting your lips.

So he had noticed.

Of course.

He was way too observant to miss your fidgety movements and shaky breath. You should probably be more surprised about the soft tone of his voice and the absent annoyance in his features.

„I know,“ you assured, trying and probably failing at putting a tone of certainty in your voice.

Levi studied your face once more, before he gave a slow nod of approval, letting go off your wrist again.

You hoped he didn’t see you visibly relax after he did.

Quickly, you went to work and started cleaning off the dried blood from beneath his left eye first. That proved itself more difficult than you had expected as the constant weight of his eyes on you made you feel nervous and short-breathed.

Silence fell between the both of you, the only sound being your breathing and the occasional water splashing, when cleaning off the rug.

“Close your eye,” you ordered as you had removed all the blood from his cheek.

Levi did what you told him without complaining, closing his eye while he continued watching you out of the other in the meantime.

You clenched your jaw, slowly growing frustrated by the eerie silence between you two and Levi’s uncharacteristic calmness.

Not that he usually screamed at you, but the aura of annoyance that enveloped humanity’s strongest most days, especially when interacting with you it seemed, had disappeared.

It kinda scared you.

His persistent glance on you, now out of two eyes again as you moved to clean off the cloth, would have felt more comfortable if he’d just rolled his eyes once in a while.

It almost seemed like he was expecting you to do something, or hoping maybe. Although you had no idea of what that could be.

Slowly the silence was growing heavy for you, the urge to fill it with words becoming unbearable. So when you turned back to move on to his forehead, softly brushing dark strands of hair out of his face you said the first thing that came to mind.

“I‘m sorry.“

The familiar frown appeared on his face again and your heart jumped in your chest.

“What are you talking about?“

You shrugged, trying to focus your attention on your task at hand instead of letting your eyes shift back to his.

“I was being stupid and didn‘t pay attention and you had to save my ass...now you‘re hurt,” you whispered, words dripping with guilt.

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes and you cursed yourself at being so hypersensitive. Levi hated when you cried about stupid shit, he hated it when you were being dramatic.

You bit your lips, forcing the tears back down.

„Tch. It wasn‘t your fault your ODM gear malfunctioned, brat.”

Levi did finally sound annoyed (his voice still had that soft nuance to it, though, so it didn’t completely count).

“If I wasn't distracted that moment, I wouldn't have been almost sliced up by one of Kenny’s guys despite my malfunctioning ODM gear and you wouldn’t have had to swoop in and save my ass and then you never would have gotten hurt...” i explained, hands moving faster to rub the blood off of his skin as my voice rose in frustration.

If you had only been able to save face, keep calm and not fall into utter panic the moment something didn’t work out as you had expected it, too. Then this would have never happened.

Levi was right. You were irresponsible and childish and hot headed and...

A cold hand snuck around your wrist once again, squeezing your skin once, twice. Your hand stilled. Turning your face away, you bit your lip in frustration.

You had been told often, by almost everyone you’ve ever gotten to know throughout the years with the Survey Corps, that you wore your heart on your sleeve. Some found it endeatring, calling you soft hearted and gentle, while others were (rightfully) scolding you for it, saying you’d never make it far in this kind of profession when you weren’t even able to hide your frustration with the smallest things.

Armin, one of your new recruits, had once told you you had an honest face. Said it was the reason many people trusted you, since they knew you couldn’t hide your lies or insincerities as easily as others.

Levi had told you many times that it was your biggest disadvantage and he was right. You’d never be able to rise in the ranks, never would be declared the leader of a squad or trusted in a position with responsibility. After all, nobody wanted to take orders from someone who couldn't hide their fear, anger, frustration or sadness.

You almost expected Levi to scold you for it once again, grip your wrist and tell you, no, order you to get a grip, not to let anybody see your weakness...

He didn’t.

“I told you, it wasn‘t your fault,” he told you sternly as his thumb softly stroked the inside of your wrist.

Your brain so gracefully short-circuited at the action and unwillingly, as if you were pulled towards a magnet, your eyes were drawn back towards Levi.

His facial expression was just as monotone as usual, but his eyes, they were different still. An emotion you couldn’t quite grasp hidden just beneath the surface. You didn’t know what exactly it was, but it made your heart flutter.

“I‘m still sorry though,” you protested weakly, smiling a little, hoping it would ease the thick tension.

Levi continued to study your face in silence for a few seconds before he finally let go, with a roll of his eyes and a scoff.

You could hardly hide the feeling of triumph that gave you.

“Brat.”

You grinned at him, turning your attention back to his wounds.

You hadn’t even noticed how long you’d already held his hair back, cradling his head in your hand.

The realization made your cheeks glow and you quickly sneaked a look at the man but noticed thankfully Levi had either not noticed or decided not to comment.

You went back to your job, chest a little lighter.

When you were finished cleaning off all the dried off blood you took a closer look at his injury. Despite the vehement blood loss the cut in his skin was relatively small. It didn’t even need stitches, although it might leave behind a bump, considering the velocity he had hit the roof with on his way down.

You sat back on your hackles and raised your finger. You gave Levi a stern (or hopefully stern) glance as you told him to follow your movements.

“Don‘t be an idiot, i don‘t have a concussion.”

You gave him a pout, unmoving as you eyed him stubbornly.

Judging by how easily he gave in, indicated by a sigh and another roll of his eyes, your worry might be justified.

You started moving your hand slowly and Levi followed the movement for a while, sending you a glare when you started drawing circles and spirals into the air.

You just gave him a grin.

“Okay, any dizziness? Headaches?” you asked.

“Why need a headache when you‘re around?” Levi answered sarcastically.

Seems like he was alright enough to be a little shit, then.

“Don‘t insult the person who‘s been cleaning blood off of you for 10 minutes!“

Now the only thing left to do was patching up his head, Thinking about it, a bandaged head would probably only add even more to his already above average appearance.

You started applying the cloth, carefully wrapping the material around his head. Levi endured your slow process like a champ.

You peeked at him from time to time, making sure the man had no complaints. He was very precise and hated sloppy work and you didn’t want him to think of you as unfit to fix him up. After all you had been the one offering, no, persisting to take a look and you didn’t want him to regret giving in to you.

“Stop looking at me like that, brat.”

You frowned, glancing down at him again.

“What? I don‘t know what you mean. I‘m not looking at you in any specific way.”

The corners of his lips moved up slightly, close enough to resemble a smile and your breath stuttered at the unfamiliar action. Your eyes were pulled towards them, the soft curve of his mouth was strangely captivating to you.  

“It‘s the way you‘re always looking at me,” he explained with a teasing tone and his smirk widened a little, making him look less and less like the Levi you’ve talked to every day.

Your face flooded with heat and you quickly snapped up your eyes, to no longer stare at the man’s lips (yes, you had been staring, how embarrassing) but instead into his eyes.

Big mistake.

The amused glint you found there made your face flush an even darker shade of red.

You could curse yourself and that you were once again acting like a smitten teenager instead of a soldier in front of your captain.

Trying to gloss over your embarrassment you shook your head, scoffing softly. Then you focused your attention on finishing your work with the bandage.

“I don‘t look at you any differently than I look at other people,” you declared in frustration.

He laughed. Levi Ackerman, emotionally stunted Levi Ackerman laughed. It was quiet and breathy, more likely a chuckle, almost inaudible, too.

But it shook you to your core.

“You have no issue declaring your love to me multiple times a day, but now you‘re getting shy?“ he asked in amusement, cocking his head to the side.

You huffed.

He wasn’t wrong, you were awfully direct with your affections towards the captain. Just like you couldn’t hide your emotions when it came to your face, you were horrible at concealing them in general.

How could you not comment on his strength and attractiveness when it was a blatant fact. Although you often did it in a joking manner, teasing Levi for having the prettiest face in the Survey Corps and acknowledging his skills with the ODM gear.

It wasn’t fair he was using this against you now.

“Shut up!” you grumbled, pulling at the cloth to straighten it out again.

Levi did shut up, although the smile didn’t fall from his face and his eyes watched you work with interest.

You finished quickly, partly because his gaze on you was nothing short of unsettling, partly because you hoped you’d get away before he started full on teasing you.

You couldn’t quite hide your frustration (as already established) and let out an exasperated groan.

“And stop smiling!” you warned, not sure where you’ve gotten the courage to do so.

Levi followed your movements as you picked up the bucket and brought it across the room to empty its contents into the sink.

“Is my smile bothering you? Didn‘t you say i should smile more?“ he asked in confusion.

“Yeah, but just in general. Not when i‘m in the room!“ you corrected him halfheartedly.

The chuckle you got in response made your brain short circuit once again.

How the fuck was this man so hot?

”Any specific reasons as to why, brat?“

You could only speak of luck that your back was turned towards Levi so you could hide the traitorous shade of red your face must be spotting at this moment. There would have been no denying it if the captain had chosen to comment on it.

Knowing him, he would have.

“Shut up.”  you protested again, subtly raising your hands to your face to cool your cheeks a little.

You couldn’t see his face this way but you were sure that Levi put his newfound ability of a smile, maybe even a smirk, judging by the goosebumps you felt on the back of your neck, to use.

While you were busy washing the bucket, Levi got to his feet to study your work in the mirror by the cupboard. He took a few seconds, and you believed he must be sorting the criticism he had by fatality, starting with the least life threatening mistake you made and moving on to the most hard hitting insult.

Despite what you had thought he gave his reflection a satisfied nod.

Okay, what?

“Decent job, brat,” he complimented and yes you might have combusted that moment.

You turned back to the sink, a satisfied smile growing on your lips. Your stomach felt all fuzzy and warm at Levi’s praise.

You didn’t notice the captain approach, only noticing his presence when he was already leaning into your personal space, whispering a soft “Thank you.” into your ear. His hot breath fanned over sensitive skin and you froze in your movement.

To torture you or maybe he didn’t get enough fun out of the situation already, he then proceeded to plant a small kiss to the corner of your lips, missing just enough so it wouldn’t count as a real kiss, before retreating again.

He left the room as if nothing of importance had just happened, leaving you behind, frozen in your spot and heart hammering in your chest.

Levi was already gone when you were able to shake yourself out of the shock.

You carefully touched your cheek, the ghost of a sensation of soft lips against your warm skin still prominent. The memory of him lingering for just a second too long now fresh on your mind.

A huge grin split your face, the urge to jump on the bed and hug your pillow while giggling manically overcame you out of a sudden.

You really were acting like a smitten teenager.

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iris beauty ❀

40: getting closer

✎ synopsis: falling for a guy is never easy, especially when your best friend of many years basically claimed him; you and mina have been friends for as long as you can remember, but your loyalty and trust are tested when she asks you to pretend to be her in meeting a guy she had been talking to online and you unintentionally start to develop feelings for him.

✎ genre: romance, angst, comedy

✎ pairing: reader x yoon jeonghan

✎ word count: 1.6k+

✎ warnings: suggestive

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a/n: i gotta question.. do you think pet names between couples is cute? cos like me, no lol i mean like the only one i'd accept is "my love" but idk i just don't know (this has nothing to do with the au lmaoo just a thought in pj's little brain)

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2:41

After your overtime shift at the café, you head back to your apartment to grab your textbooks. Finals were approaching, and there is no doubt that you were stressed. You need to, not only pass in your exams, but also excel in all of them to get at least a 3.8 GPA, and this is the only acceptable grade for you if you wanted to get accepted into a medical school.

So, studying has been your number one priority for the past couple of days. You and Vernon, your study buddy, have been in and out of the campus library to do nothing else but study. And that’s where you’re heading again. 

“I’m almost there,” you manage to say, panting, while jogging towards the library where an impatient Vernon was waiting. For what felt like three weeks of jogging, the familiar building finally came in sight. There were countless students, some whose faces you’ve seen before, were making their way in--probably has the same reason as you. With this many students going there to study, you knew there would be competition in getting the tables and booths first, and you mentally scold yourself for arriving late. 

“Can you be any slower?” Vernon rolls his eyes teasingly, earning him a light punch on the shoulder from you. The two of you head in and look for available spots. You checked the first floor, but they were all packed. As well as the second, third and fourth floor. Your legs felt like they were about to fall off, tired and numb from climbing an endless amount of stairs. Not to mention, you were also carrying textbooks that’s equivalent to the weight of three elephants stacked together in your bag, and you say that with no exaggeration.

“There’s one,” he points to an empty desk just by the window. As you are walking, from the side of your eye, you see another group of students pointing at it and making their way. You increase your speed, dragging Vernon behind you, so that you could get there first before they could. Fortunately, just before they got there, you slapped your hand on the table. 

“Scram, freshmans,” you growled and Vernon crosses his arms, smirks. The group of friends roll their eyes before they walk away, and you smile in victory. Some would say your actions were a little immature, especially that comment you made, but you gotta do what you gotta do to survive. Afterwards, you and Vernon take your seats, and start your hours of studying. 

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9:28

Opening the door to the apartment, you were surprised to see Jeonghan sitting on your couch, watching the television. You walk behind him and snake your hands around his shoulders, wrapping him in a warm hug, and nuzzle your head between his neck. 

“Another long day at the library?” He caresses your hands and you nod in response. “Have you eaten?” he asks. You remove your hands and walk around the couch. You lay down and place your head on his lap. “I can make you something if you want,” he offers. 

“Will you?” you look at him, smiling. You’ve never really imagined Jeonghan cooking before. You don’t even know if he knows how to. But you weren’t going to turn down his generous offer to cook for you, whatever the result may be.

Jeonghan stands up and heads to the kitchen, and you watch him from the couch. He opens the cupboards, takes out the pan and places it on the stove. He then opens the fridge, looking for anything he can cook. To your surprise, he takes out a bag with a logo of your favourite restaurant. 

You cock your head to the side as your eyebrows meet. “I thought you were going to cook for me. That’s take out.” You stated, pointing at the bag he was holding. “I am going to cook. I’m gonna heat it up. That counts,” Jeonghan looks at you and gives you a smile that displays his teeth. Disbelief is all you feel. You scoff at his reply, and feeling too tired to argue, you lay back down. 

Jeonghan has been nothing but supportive these past couple of days. When you and Vernon were at the library, he would drop by to give you two snacks and drinks. Sometimes, like today, he would use the spare keys you gave him to enter your apartment to clean up so you wouldn’t do it when you get home. Embarrassed, you told him to stop cleaning your mess, but he said it wasn’t a big deal and that he didn’t want you to come home to such an unkempt apartment--the unorganized sight causes more stress, he adds.

You were grateful for everything Jeonghan has done, yes. But you can’t help but think of one specific person who used to do the same. Who used to tell you to eat before you go to bed, who reminded you to drink water, who reassured you that you would pass your exams, and who comforted you when things didn’t turn out the way you hoped for. Joshua has never left your mind since he went away. Often, you wondered what he might be doing and where he might be. You’ve had multiple urges to send him a text or ring his phone to check up on him, but you thought he might want some space. You knew he would come back when he’s ready, and you were willing to move on from the past and start anew with him. Gosh, you miss him.

“Mind telling me what’s in that pretty head of yours?” Jeonghan disrupts your thoughts as he walks towards you, holding a plate. He sits down and offers his free hand to help you up. You grab his hand and use your abdominal muscle to sit up. 

He hands you the plate and you take it from him, and immediately, the aroma makes your mouth salivate. “Mhmm,” you murmured, “this looks delicious. Thank you, Han.” 

Your boyfriend nods and urges you to take a bite. So you did. 

“What about you,” you ask after swallowing your first bite. 

“I’m okay, babe. Just eat, hmm?” Jeonghan smiles while reaching his hand to your face to tuck your hair behind your ear. You felt bad that you were the only one eating, so you feed him. At first he refused, but quickly cave in when you pouted. 

The two of you sat on your couch, taking turns to feed each other. Sometimes, he would follow up a bite with a soft peck or two--he called it a quick served dessert. You rolled your eyes at his corny remark, but you couldn’t hide the rosy tint on your cheeks as the blood rushes through them.

Jeonghan absolutely loved spending these little moments with you. No words can ever explain the feelings he gets when he hears your laughter--your smile alone is enough to make his heart melt as if it was ice cream under a fifty degree celsius summer day. He would not exchange this moment for anything else. There is nothing he wants more than to spend time with the person he loves most. 

After your meal, you head to the kitchen and quickly wash the dishes before going back to sit with Jeonghan. You plop yourself beside him and he takes his arm and wraps it around your shoulder. You do the same as you snake both your arms around his waist and rest your head on his chest, where the sound of his heartbeat is clear and audible. You don’t know if you just really love to hear his heart beat because you love him, or if it’s because of your longing profession of becoming a doctor. You think it’s a combination of both. 

“What should we watch?” Jeonghan asks as he flips through shows and movies available on netflix. You shrugged your shoulders and told him you were okay with any. Soon, the two of you settled with Grey’s Anatomy--a show you absolutely loved. Jeonghan was never a fan of medical shows or whatsoever, but if his girl was going to be a doctor, he’ll have to get familiar with some terminologies, right? 

Three episodes have passed and the two of you were still in the same position as before, cuddled on the couch. You were still watching intently, but you were not so sure about Jeonghan though. Not seeing his face, you guess that he probably fell asleep when you guys were just halfway through the first episode. You didn’t mind though. He deserved to rest. 

However, your guess was proven wrong when you suddenly feel his kiss at the top of your head, causing you to giggle. He did it again, and again, and again, each lasting longer than the previous one, and moving lower and lower. Kissing as a form of affection has become a normal thing between the two of you now. But this time, Jeonghan’s kisses feel more than just affection.

Images in your head started popping in, making your heart rate increase and your breathing pattern to change. 

“Yn,” Jeonghan softly whispers to your ears, making your insides churn, “are you okay?”

Fuck it. 

You unwrap your arms from his body and take your hands straight to cup his face, taking him by surprise. You close your eyes and lean in to kiss his lips. He freezes for  ma second but quickly melts right into the kiss. He uses his hands to take hold of your waist and pulls you in front of him. You oblige and place your knees on either side of his lap.

You detach yourself to catch your breath, but your eyes remained closed as you relinquished the taste of his lips. He did the same, but eager to taste your lips once again, he leans in and kisses you, quite roughly this time. He takes his right hand and places it at the back of your neck, guiding you as the two of you made out on your couch. 

“You still have extra clothes here, right?” You ask between your kisses. Jeonghan doesn't respond, and instead kisses you harder. Soon, he trails kisses from your lips to the side if your neck. Whispers escape you lips as you cock your head to the side to give him more room.

This night is going to be long. 

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Cuddles and cramps

Word count: 1122

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Wanda x fem!reader

Warnings: None (let me know if I need to add any)

Request: hiiiii! could you do like a wanda x reader or nat x reader (whichever one you’d prefer) where reader is either sick or on her period and nat/wanda takes care of her (just like mountains of fluff pretty pls) 🥺

Summary: Reader gets her period overnight, the first time that she sleeps in Wanda’s bed and has bad cramps. Wanda is a supportive girlfriend.

A/n: This request is for @slut-for-nat​ so I hope you like it (honestly idk if this is any good or not because I’m sleep deprived so sorry if this makes no sense). This is only my second time writing for Wanda so although it’s different I really like it! I’m trying to catch up on requests right now but they are always open (especially wanda x reader since I’m about to bombard you all with natasha x reader). Anyways, enjoy!

You groan as you feel hands shaking you awake and are about to shove them off when you remember you spent the night in Wanda’s room for the first time since you started dating so you smile.

“Y/n, you need to get up.” She tells you tugging the blanket even further off you than it already was.

You pull it back up to your chin. “One more minute.”

“I would agree but it looks like you got your period overnight.” She says and you freeze. You sit up and throw off the blanket and see that overnight the blood has soaked through your pyjama bottoms and onto the sheets. This is not the first impression you wanted to make and you want to turn invisible with embarrassment. 

“I’m so sorry Wanda.” You say, trying to get up without looking at her but ending up curling back on the bed because you forgot how bad your cramps can get sometimes.

“It’s totally okay, this stuff happens.” She says reassuringly. “One of the perks of dating another woman is that I can’t judge because I’ve done the same thing many times before. Does it hurt?”

“Yeah, I get really bad cramps my first day but the others are usually fine.” You reply.

“Would a hot bath help?” She asks and you nod. She exits the room and a second later you can hear water running from her bathroom. You force yourself to get up, looking at the red spot on her bed and cringing. Making your way into the bathroom you find that not only did Wanda run the bath for you, she also put a bath balm in that smelled like berries, your favourite scent. 

“What should I do with my pyjamas?” You ask her.

“Just hand them to me and I’ll throw a load of laundry in.” You smile uneasily at her and start to take them off. It’s not like she hasn’t seen you naked before but you feel more vulnerable now than ever, and luckily she seems to recognize that, looking away and holding out her hand and leaving the room as soon as you give them to her. You quickly slip in the bath and almost moan at how good the hot water feels.

You stay in there way too long, your fingers and toes turning pruny while playing with the bath.

Wanda pokes her head in the door. “I’m going to leave a towel and some lounge clothes here, all period supplies are under the sink.”

“Ok, thank you.” You respond and she smiles and once again closes the door. With great reluctance you pull the plug, stepping out of the tub and wrapping a towel around you, digging around the cabinet under the sink. You find a huge nighttime pad that you’d never usually wear in the day but you aren’t planning on doing anything so you put it on. Quickly you pull the sweatpants and hoodie she left out for you on and after hanging up the towel head back to her bedroom. Wanda isn’t there for some reason but you don’t care and curl up on her bed, fresh sheets already on it. 

Now that you’re out of the water your stomach starts to cramp up again and you’re not even sure you could get out of bed if you tried. You just want Wanda but she isn’t there and as much as you try to stop them tears fill your eyes at the pain but also at a sudden wave of loneliness. You can’t help but think that although Wanda was so nice about everything earlier she was annoyed with you for messing up her sheets and making the morning not very relaxing. The built up tears slowly start to drip down your face just before you hear the door open and Wanda walk in. 

“Hey Y/n, I made breakfast.” She says cheerfully before noticing your almost fetal position. “Are you ok?” You don’t answer and only sniffle, pulling your knees up even further to your chest. She immediately rushes over, dropping the plates on the dresser with a loud clunk. 

“Y/n are you ok?” She asks again, bending over in front of you so that you’re looking into her eyes which are full of concern. You nod.

“It just hurts so badly.” You tell her, your voice sounding much weaker than you would’ve liked.

She frowns. “I know baby, do you want anything?”

“Cuddles?” You ask hopefully and she chuckles.

“I can definitely provide that.” She says, climbing on the bed and over you so she was behind you. She slides one arm under and one arm over and as much as it hurts to move you let out a small whine and push yourself backwards as far as you can go, until there is no space between you anymore. 

She laughs. “I guess you really meant it when you said you wanted cuddles.”

“Mmmmhmmm.” You reply, too lazy to actually say something. 

Although logically you know that Wanda is doing nothing to make the pain go away somehow the longer you spend wrapped up in her arms the less cramps you seem to feel. You slowly uncurl your legs from your chest, the position not very comfortable unless it was helping your cramps.

“Is it feeling a little bit better?” Wanda asks after noticing the change in your position. 

“Yes,” you reply, “thank you for being patient with me all morning and not getting mad when I ruined your sheets.”

“Don’t worry about it baby,” she tells you, “honestly I would be an asshole if I got mad at you for that. Besides, the sheets aren’t even ruined because Natasha taught me some very good ways of getting blood out of fabrics.”

“I don’t think I want to know why she knows that.” You joke before your tone turns more serious. “But seriously thank you, you didn’t have to draw me a bath or make me a breakfast I didn’t even eat or cuddle with me.”

“While I appreciate it there’s no need to thank me. I want to take care of you because you’re my girlfriend and honestly there is nothing I’d rather do than cuddle with you, no matter the circumstances.” She says firmy, wanting to make sure you knew you weren’t a burden.

“I love you.” You say, suddenly feeling sleepy again.

She lifts her head to plant a quick kiss on your cheek. “I love you too, now get some rest, I’ll be here the entire time.” You close your eyes and fall asleep with a small smile on your face, thinking of nothing but how amazing your girlfriend is and how lucky you are.

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