#is this a character study or is this a personal attack?

[soliddarrity]

Actually I changed my mind I'm gonna contribute my collection of Legendary Stucky Fics manually 😅 Beeecause I JUST LOVE THESE FICS SO MUCH.

*note*: I will do my best to look through the other rec's & try not to do any repeats of ones already mentioned.

*Also! Not all of them will direct link because you need an account to view some fics :)

Revenant by stele3

Post-movie AU in which Bucky didn’t just leave Steve on a river bank...he took him.

Every Me and Every You by deadto27

Bucky Barnes is doing his best. He's getting by after the blip, after Sam became Captain America, after Steve...well, it's best he doesn't think about that. The point is, his life is different now, and he's trying his best. He just wishes the hollow feeling in his chest would go away.

-shrinkyclinks AU where alternate dimension Steve meets canon Bucky

Thawed Out by auburnnothenna (auburn), eretria

He's not the Asset. He's not the Winter Soldier. But neither is he Bucky Barnes. With the help of Steve, Sam and the Avengers, James takes the long, slow road to recovery. Nothing is as easy as either of them thought it would be.

If you like recovery fics, hurt/comfort and tower fics this one's definitely for you.

Rhapsody In Pink by the1918

After being chemically castrated for the entirety of his time as Hydra’s Winter Soldier, Bucky is attempting to recover his life—with the help of his oldest and best friend—when seventy years of a denied libido suddenly comes raging back in a series of graphic hallucinations. Steve is there to help.

(Or: Bucky Barnes’s dick wakes up after a seven-decade nap. It is very interested in Steve Rogers.)

As Soft As Steel by blackthorn_possum

A very robotic Bucky recovery fic series replete with gorgeous writing, tons of beautiful hurt/comfort scenes and slow, gentle, thorough recovery (after the very painful beginning, of course) 💖💖💖 this fic has, like, SO MUCH of my heart 😭

Shipwreck by TaraxacumWine

Steve is nearly ready to give up on his search for Bucky when he nearly gets assassinated and Bucky stops the attacker - but Bucky has been on the run and is in need of urgent care himself.

(I really do not know how to appropriately summarize this fic except that the plot & characterization in this fic is EXCELLENT & it's one of those touchstone character study fics to me)

tired of this human duet by ftmsteverogers

In which the Winter Soldier is sent by HYDRA to seduce and distract Captain America instead of killing him outright.

Not a Perfect Soldier by TooManyBattles(Skarabrae_stone)

Ross/the US Army gets ahold of Steve before he even wakes up from the ice, where Soldat is already there waiting to assist in training him. After brutal reconditioning, Steve is loaned out to work with the Avengers, who are less a team than a begrudging collection of high-powered individuals; they don't like Steve much without his personality, either, and they think he's just got a huge stick up his ass about following the rules until they discover what's going on.

Paperclips by boopboop

This fic is brand new and technically already listed because it's part of the Man On the Bridge series, but since it also acts virtually as a standalone and is gut wrenchingly good I want to include it. Premise is this: what if Bucky gets found by the Howlies, Peggy & Howard only a couple years after he falls?

This Heart, Pulled Apart by Orphan

Basically a love-letter to 2014-era Stucky fandom, based on the premise: "What if Steve had found The Book prior to the events of Civil War."

To Live It All Again Is Past All Endeavor by trinityofone

Time travel bodyswap! Present-day Steve and Bucky wake up back in their old bodies in 1938, while past Steve and Bucky wake in a future where they're both built like comic book heroes and Bucky's got what he thinks is a swell future robot arm.

Honeypot by cleo4u2, xantissa

The Winter Soldier saves a skinny blonde kid from a Hellish existence and in the process inadvertently saves himself; years later, Steve goes undercover with Natasha guiding him via ear comm so they can get information on Sasha, the elusive assassin connected to their current mission with an uncanny resemblance to Bucky. The honeypot job goes sideways in more ways than one. Virginity is lost; Nats assistance is hot. Stabby McStab. Sai the Wonderkid. Trigger phrases. Steve and Sasha are messed up in wildly different ways; they fuck about it.

The Blind Leading by SkyisGray

Steve is deep in the closet with a supersoldier libido and no one who can keep up with him until the team hires an independent contractor called The Winter Soldier to cover for Clint while he heals from an injury; Steve and the Soldier begin a clandestine sexual relationship even while their professional one often finds them at odds. The Soldier always wears a mask and reminds Steve of someone.

The Storm and the Dust by the1918

Scorchingly hot & wholesome Daddy fic feat. soft, sweet smart younger homeless Bucky & patron saint of farmers with big dicks & noble hearts Steve Rogers giving each other blue balls while they heal the planet. Or at least their little corner of it.

between scylla & charybdis by refusals

Sam stumbles across compromising photos of Bucky from his time with HYDRA and chooses to keep them from Steve; when he finally joins up with them, Bucky is adamant that Sam help him keep his secret, and he's willing to do anything to make it happen. Sam stubbornly tries to help Bucky see sense while dancing carefully between the former assassins multitude of defenses and vulnerable sides.

Six Blade Knife by TooManyBattles(Skarabrae_stone)

Kapitan and Soldat wake to strange new handlers who confuse them with their lack of punishments and easy rewards. They remember their shared sign language long before they remember their names.

Exploring Europe (And Each Other) by Tubman_31

What I have come to think of as "essentially a character study of Steve and Bucky via sex"; Bucky starts as the most callous, demanding and selfish incarnation of the Asset, numb to physical and emotional pain as he slowly realizes that what Steve would willingly give him has no limit, and that he is more attached than he would like. Feat. Sub Steve who's pushy and demanding in turn, forcing Bucky to confront himself and the limits of how much he can tolerate caring for others once again. Incredibly hot, compelling, and well written, with very strong characterization that evolves throughout the story 🙌💖💫

an unfamiliar coast by brideofquiet

He doesn’t have a concept of how long ten years is anywhere. Not even before he’d been yanked out of a natural, linear progression. He’d been six years old once; he’d been sixteen and then he’d been twenty-six. But the breadth of time between those moments—what the hell is ten years?

A long, long time. That’s all he knows.

(Bucky goes to war. Ten years later, he comes home.)

Perilous Underside of the World by eyres

After Steve becomes an unwilling subject in Ross's pet weapons project to make a next gen super soldier, Bucky is awakened from cryo to join a daring rescue operation to save Steve from an impenetrable government base on the Antarctica coastline. When things go belly up, Steve and Bucky must strike out on their own across the hostile landscape, with Ross's men close behind.

AKA 'The one where Steve throws a snowmobile at a helicopter.'

Dragging Me Down by cleo4u2, cobaltmoony, xantissa

After D.C., Hydra captured the Winter Soldier and brought him in for recalibration. Though Steve and Natasha performed a daring rescue, they were too late.

Now Steve has to pretend to be the new Hydra handler for his brainwashed friend while they try to stay under the radar long enough to heal. There are other forces at work, that will not let them rest.

There Is No Shortage of Blood by alby_mangroves, Dira Sudis (dsudis)

A suicidal Bucky is encouraged by Steve to turn himself over to the custody of the US army to start his formal journey back through recovery to personhood and legitimacy as a reinstated American war hero. Through the gruelling process Bucky finds friends and allies in surprising places, and when he is finally released home everyone is relieved to have made it through the worst of it. But then Bucky starts wanting to reclaim his sexuality from the darkness where Hydra left it. (Pretty heavy/dark fic)

Once You've Fallen From Classical Virtue by lanyon

In which Steve and Bucky wake up having forgotten who they are but it does nothing whatsoever to hinder the plot 😏🤸

Hot As Blood, Cold As Steel by marlowe_tops

“So, what now?”

“Now I keep you,” the asset responds, the words escaping him involuntarily.

There’s a line between the subject’s brows as he looks over. “What’s that mean to you, Buck?”

“It means you belong to me.”

(Bucky steals Steve. Steve is happy to be stolen. Bucky doesn't understand. This fic gets a little darker than that description touches on at one point so take care)

Scents and Sensibility: The Working Assassin's Guide to Supersoldier Seduction by galwednesday, silentwalrus, skellerbvvt

Captain America wakes up from the ice in 2013. The Winter Soldier wakes up in 2009, or rather defects from HYDRA, for a value of defect that’s closer to decimate. He ends up working for SHIELD. In April 2014, he’s assigned to Captain America’s mission as a sniper.

Steve’s just trying to get some kind of life together. Bucky is too, or at least he was until tall, blond and Captain shows up and starts just - being there, all the time. It’s terrible. It’s the worst. He has to do something about it.

Ghosts by Shaish

What if Steve and Bucky both fell in 1944?

To Memory Now I Can't Recall by Etharei

While on a mission storming a HYDRA facility, James Buchanan Barnes touches one of the many strange alien devices collected by the Red Skull. He does this, in fact, twice— in the past, and in the future.

Next thing he knows, Bucky Barnes is opening his eyes in the 21st century, which is full of great gadgets and coffee, and at least includes his old pal Steve. (And, inexplicably, a different Stark.) Meanwhile, the Winter Soldier finds himself in the middle of World War Two, helping Captain America hunt down HYDRA (which is at least familiar), pretending to be Bucky Barnes (which is not), and figuring out the very noisy group of soldiers who call themselves the Howling Commandos.

Falling Back on Forever by ftmsteverogers

Bucky falls from the train in 1945. Steve jumps right after him.

The Winter Soldier and the Midnight Patriot are the world's most feared duo, serving HYDRA and leaving a trail of bodies a mile wide behind them. But then they remember.

Dragging You Down by ArianaArt, Kamiki

In a divergence from the canon storyline, Hydra experiments with occult legends of a more demonic bent. When Bucky is captured at Azzano, something more insidious than a knock-off super soldier serum is done to him, but the full effects take some time to completely set in. Bucky struggles with building impulses and an increased libido while trying to keep his interest in Steve from boiling over and ruining Steve’s chance at the life he deserves.

training motions by Nonymous (This one's a Dead Dove: Do Not Eat in case you want to avoid that altogether)

If Alexander Pierce, notorious weapons dealer, can be tricked into selling to SHIELD, his entire business will be exposed and the planet will be just a little safer. Steve's not the best at undercover work, but there was nobody else for the job and he would do anything to close the deal.

Of course, things get complicated when the deal turns into a competition. Things get more complicated when the competition starts hinging on who can hurt Pierce's submissive the most. Steve's not certain James is here on his own free will, and Steve's not certain he can compromise his morals, even to save millions of lives.

Ready To Comply by exclamation

The asset's orders at the end of The Winter Soldier weren't to kill Captain America, but to capture him, so that he could be wiped and turned into another asset. The asset has succeeded in that mission, capturing its target and taking him back to the Hydra base. But the Hydra soldiers are dead, captured, or fled, so there is no one there to give the asset new orders.

Alone with its captive, the asset has no instructions on how it is meant to act. But the more time it spends with its target, the more old protocols start to assert themselves, like the protocol that when that face is hurt and bleeding, the asset is supposed to clean away the blood.

"Pozhaluysta." by vonwhumper

The shivering figure in the cell corner had stopped screaming now that Natasha had stopped speaking to him, and instead was just shuffling himself helplessly into his corner. Shudders raced randomly over his body like electric shocks, making his half-twisted spine twitch under his skin.

(Extremely well written angsty hurt/comfort recovery fic where Natasha & Tony find a nearly-decommissioned Bucky before Steve does, and decide Steve Can't See This Yet)

When Law is Lawless by Kellyscams (WIP):

After a drunken brawl leaves a man dead, Steve Rogers is arrested and, on the advice of his lawyer, pleads guilty to manslaughter in hopes of a lesser sentence. Unfortunately, because of Steve's background and experience, he's given a sentence of five to ten years in a maximum-security prison.

Trapped in an endless sea of guilt and fear, Steve does whatever he can to survive this nightmare and not lose himself to the horrors and violence of prison life, especially the vicious abuse at the hands of cruel and sadistic prison guards.

The last thing Steve expects is to find a true connection with anyone, let alone fall in love. But there's something intriguing about his surly, miserable, mad-at-the-world bunkmate, Barnes, and whatever it is, it might be the key to both of them getting through this terrifying ordeal together.

Fish in the Sky by alby_mangroves, chaosmanor

The Stark family farm has four cows with calves, some chickens and some pigs, a vegetable garden, a crumbling farmhouse, and a cybernetically enhanced Russian caretaker named James. And now Steve, who is on medical leave.

It's a good summer.

The White Wolf of Wakanda by aeli_kindara

The first time Steve visits Wakanda, Bucky plans it obsessively.

He picks neutral clothes, the ones Steve will expect, trims his beard and lets Shuri tie back his hair. He studies himself in the mirror for twenty minutes in her bathroom and pulls it back out again, then keeps staring until she yells something exasperated through the door about white boys and their vanity, and he puts himself together and goes down to the plaza and completely freezes when Steve gets out of the plane.

Slow and Splendored by alby_mangroves, eyres

In the chaotic years after Steve Rogers arrives back in 2023 as an old man, he helps rebuild the world, falls in love with his best friend, adopts a stray cat, and saves the entire timeline. Not necessarily in that order.

hello folks in my phone, i am here to make a humble request for The stucky fics if that makes sense. the legendary ones. and others ofc. i haven’t been in the marvel fandom since 2018 when i was a very closeted queer mormon kid who became quietly obsessed with stucky and cried leaving endgame bc she genuinely believed they were going to make them canon. baby’s first queerbait. heal my inner child and send me your faves, explicit or otherwise 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

[izzyfishie]

ive gotten attacked for this thrice now in the past 12 hours so im gonna just say this out loud!

no, sang-woo is not perfect. woobifying him does much more harm than good. but the people who write sangwoo off as having zero remorse for his actions aren’t writing him correctly. i’d go as far as to say the people who compare him to in-ho aren’t writing him correctly, either.

park hae-soo wanted sang-woo to be a complex character, one with nuance and not one-dimensional. writing sang-woo as a stone cold killer with no remorse for any of his actions, and no feeling, doesn’t do him justice.

did he do horrible stuff outside the game? YES. absolutely. he nearly ruined his mother’s life, and probably ruined others’, too. and should he have killed the people he killed? no! of course not!

but reducing him down to just that, without any guilt or care for his mother/gi-hun, or we could even go as far as to say ali, erases that completely! he’s MEANT to be a human character! that’s exactly why park hae-soo (and in turn, hdh) GAVE HIM the nuances he has. unfortunately, people look over that. but it’s all okay cuz apparently i’m “just a glazer who enjoys him for his face” if i look deeper? okay.

and attack me all you BITCHES want but i DO genuinely believe that generally before embezzlement, he was a good person. in his younger years, i think he was polite, and reserved, and NOT A CRIMINAL TO SAY THE LEAST,, BUT HIS MOTHER WOULD HAVE RAISED HIM TO BE A GOOD, RESPECTABLE MAN!! look at the way she cares for cheol, or even gi-hun!! look at how generally proud she is of him!

to me, what led to his ultimate downfall was being put so high up by those around him to the point where he developed a superiority complex, that clashed with an already-existent underlying inferiority complex (those exist! trust me). this led to a cycle of emotional dysregulation and general self-destruction. i wouldn’t call it outright greed, but rather a need to be at the top, and to live up to the high status he’s been told he deserves. also a control freak, in a way.

i also study psychology (minorly but it counts), and judging by his actions, i feel sang-woo relies very heavy on rationalization. (and obviously repression, but that one actually just screams and bleeds all over the place soooo) i think he feels a lot of guilt for his actions, but he blocks that out by justifying and pushing down his own actions in his head.

and fucking hell the entire point of the show is that those in the games are the victims to a shitty system. sang-woo got into the games on his own terms (as did a lot of characters—myung-gi, deok-su*, etc) it’s an ALLEGORY ON CAPITALISM!! fuck.

sang-woo feeling guilt is something very important to me in my analyses and interpretations. and while i know i probably do sometimes stretch it a bit (that’s smth called BIAS), i also don’t think i do to an unreachable extent! in canon, i genuinely cannot see him NOT being stuck in his own head. park hae-soo has delivered small nuances—whether that be in facial expressions, body language, or other more obvious signs—that have led me to these conclusions.

i’m so fucking sick of being called stupid or illiterate or someone who only cares abt his face value for humanizing a character i see a damn lot of myself in. and i’m sorry this kind of turned into a vent but this has been frying my brain since 11pm last night.

[moonliithe]

I'd like to sue mr John de Lancie for psychological damages. I'm not even attempting to draw bald ppl atp, so no qcard (yet), only Q.

[your-fave-is-bi]

Weh weh suddenly feeling bad abt my own art

[corvigae]

Yeah Imma be real chief, I don't think I have it in me to do Artfight this year

[roseworth]

not the other anon but having physical training from birth does make a difference though, which is why damian would probably pull ahead at some point. dick being from the circus isn't the same as combat training but still an advantage + dick has more training.

twenty years as a vigilante and being actually in the community with people to train with and fight alongside VS the six? years of training jason's had? (i'm thinking three bd and three ad) and dick having an actual community probably helped + the whole child acrobat thing as said before. though to be fair he has had injuries that should have taken him out. but jason literally died on the other hand

fair point! i think that dick def has an advantage just from being a vigilante since he was 9 or whatever and perfect all the skills he has. also as someone who knows nothing about fighting or acrobatics, i wonder if the skills actually translate ykwim ? like im sure that being an acrobat was useful, but there also arent many moves that can directly translate to fighting, not to mention that in something like acrobatics you have to be entirely focused on your own body, whereas with fighting you have to be mostly focused on what the people around you are doing because you also have to defend from the attacks theyre dealing out. idk thats beside the point but its on my mind bc as much as the comics say that a lot of his training came from his time as an acrobat, idk how much it would actually help . but anyways who cares bc he became robin when he was a kid so hes had plenty of time post-circus to develop fighting skills

i also am gonna say that while it also doesnt mean much, jason probably had some fighting experience pre-robin. not much given that he was 12 years old and had no formal training, but also given the fact that his first instinct upon being faced with batman was to hit him, i would assume that he had been in fights before that moment. again, that means nothing in terms of training, but also it means that hes not starting from scratch when he becomes robin

and i know ive been using the two interchangeably this entire time but right now im gonna differentiate between "more skilled" and "better fighter" since technically the original post was about who is more skilled. i think just from the years of experience he has, dick may be better at a lot of the fighting experience that they both have (though id argue that its not significantly better just bc even though its 6 years vs 20 years, jason did pretty much nothing in those 6 years (minus the part that he was dead for) except for training and perfecting the skills. but dick is still better) HOWEVER,,, jason has a wider variety of skills that he knows/perfected. he got trained in more things than dick did, so he just has more skills than dick does. dick is better at the things they both know, but jason knows more since he has direct training in more things than dick does which would give him an advantage

[hazelplaysgames]

Aigis is scripted to be last. and... i think all i can really think about is when i played Cyber Sleuth last year, and Hacker's Memory. i played the yellow game first, had a blast, loved the characters and mechanics, and then played the blue game. and the tears just keep on coming.

in the months between queuing this(mid-August) and adding this little addition(mid-October), i got into a little gacha game, and i think i can understand what Aigis means more about having someone to take care of ever more now. i'll say, i like the story in Blue Archive a lot more than i ever expected too.

[chaptersleftunwritten]

Bite my lip just for the taste

nonnie request here

Blurb: Eddie isn’t only good with his hands. He worships the ground you gracefully walk on and he is determined to satisfy you in every way that he can. Your pleasure is his pleasure and thanks to your mutual friend Steve, he might just have a chance to give you what you deserve.

Pairing: Older!Mechanic!Eddie x Reader

Warnings: 18+, lust at first sight, rough!dom!Eddie (careful what you wish for, right?), oral (m receiving), p in v sex, sloppy kisses, naked bodies and underwear description, reader referred to as girl, pet names, praise kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), alcohol, characters are of ages 25+ and 30+

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divider by @cafekitsune

Not only was Eddie Munson phenomenal with his hands when it came to mending cars and tinkering around with bolts and nuts… but he knew a trick or two with his strong muscular tongue and his long skilled fingers; and they weren’t associated with playing guitar or singing a epic chorus.

Eddie knew how to fuck— and he was fucking great at it.

But he couldn’t just come out straight with it and tell you that— he had to ease into it. It was like a dark lustrous dance of longing and need and he didn’t mind if he were in it for the long run.

Eddie wanted you but he knew that perfection took time.

It all began on a sweltering summers day. The metal head was very well educated on how car batteries and engines reacted to intense heat— but no amount of study could have prepared him for the way your car trundled into his garage.

Wiping the sweat from his thick brow he watched how you swung open the door with a tired groan and a chesty grumble. Full of merciless rage as you rattled your hands against the metal plating of the evidently old vehicle. Swearing like a sailor on a sinking ship, “Piece of shit!! I hope they crush you!”

Eddie couldn’t control the way his jaw nearly hit the dusty courtyard floor as your heeled foot struck against the cars front tire multiple times. Your rage wasn’t what surprised Eddie— he was accustomed to watching customers let out their pent up rage onto their dying automobiles. But what stunned him was you. You presented yourself in a way that made Eddie question why you decided to bring your car all the way down to this side of town when you clearly could afford to go elsewhere.

Not to toot his own horn, but Eddie was one of the best mechanics this town had to offer. However, he did hold a reputation that much of the community did not agree with. He had a look that made people uncomfortable— that made them run away.

But not you.

You charged toward him fiercely and determined. You made Eddie shrink in his boots.

“Hi, I’m looking for Eddie? Eddie Munson? I’m told this is his place.” Your sugar coated tongue had Eddie’s mind reeling. The contrast of your actions and your personality made him want to laugh aloud— but he managed to keep his humour to himself. For now. You hoop your keys around your index finger, swirling the metal so they would clank and chime against one another.

“You’re looking at him, princess,” He wipes his large oil covered hands against the dark denim of his jeans, toying with the chunky silver rings that graced his fingers as he drank you in further— having a better view of you now, “How can I help?” He briefly glances over to your car, his two front teeth puncturing his bottom lip as he recalls the way you were attacking it just moments earlier.

“My friend Steve said if anyone can fix this hunk of shit then it would be you.” You offer Eddie a tight lipped smile, your hands resting comfortably on your hips as you also gaze back over at the rust bucket your father gifted you 4 years prior, “She isn’t much to look at, but she meant a lot to my old man so… I sort of have to keep her around, Y’know?” You roll your eyes comically and Eddie hums in acknowledgment, crossing his heavily tattooed arms over his plump chest that is clad in a tarnish white tank top.

“I get it.” He grins and winks at you, walking over to where you had abandoned your prized possession, “I hope Harrington put a good word in for me, his car would’ve been scrapped last year if it weren’t for my talent.”

“He said you were the best… alongside some other things that I best not mention if you wanna keep your friendship with him on good terms.”

Eddie laughs as he leans against the bonnet of your car, his wandering eyes flickering from your skirt that is stretched across the fullness of your thighs and up to your face and all over again. He couldn’t seem to pull his attention away from you.

“It’s unlocked, if you’d like to have a look inside.” You gesture toward the hood of the car which the metal head is leisurely draped on and Eddie’s cheeks warm at the inkling that he was caught gawking at you.

“Yeah, I’ll pop it open. It might just be the heat…”

It was now your turn to rake your eyes over Eddie’s frame as he peers into the organs of your nearly dead vehicle. He was only older than you by a couple of years and yet he seemed much more experienced in life than you did. The tattoos against his pale skin had you nibbling on the plush flesh of your bottom lip. His jeans hung loosely on his hips, held up by a studded black leather belt and above the hem you could see the waistband of his boxer briefs peering out at you.

One thing Steve had failed to mention to you before your arrival was how smoking hot Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson was. If you had known sooner, you would’ve dressed up a bit more— maybe you would’ve gotten changed out of your PA office attire.

But still, your tight fitted blouse and shiny black heels would just have to suffice.

“What are you doing right now?” Boldly you move around to meet Eddie’s line of vision. His eyebrows knit together in slight confusion and he flicks his fingers toward the open hood of the car, “No, I mean, after this. What are you doing? Do you.. have plans? Maybe going home to a girlfriend, perhaps?” You weren’t very subtle, but screw it! You saw the hunger in his eyes when you first showed up— he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him and you hadn’t been taken care of in a long time.

You were needy. Desperate. And Eddie may as well have been served up to you on a silver platter!

“Plans? Oh uh… no. Not at all. I uh… I was going to go home and have some shitty wine,” His pink lips perk up into a toothy smile, a knowing smile, and you bite the inside of your cheek to suppress your own, “Does that maybe interest you? You don’t seem like a shitty wine girl.”

You shrug your shoulders and a transparent smugness settles deep into the apples of your cheeks, “I like shitty wine.”

“The good thing about being your own boss is that you can finish whenever you want.” He slaps the bonnet of the car shut and dusts his large hands against one another, “How about I look at this tomorrow and we can take my car back to mine? Or would you like to check out my ass for a bit longer?” He slyly winks at you and your face tilts toward the ground as you make a feeble attempt to conceal the blazing fire that was torturing your skin.

“Hmmm that depends— can you guarantee that you’re not some psycho and that I won’t end up on the front page of the paper tomorrow?” For someone whose body may as well be a ferness with how hot it is, you sure are making Eddie work for what you both want. Something about him made you brave, but it also made you… timid. Quiet… obedient.

And boy oh boy, Eddie was enjoying every second of the power he had over you.

“How about I let you drive? You have the keys… you have the control.” His husky voice drops an octave as he takes a few steady strides toward you. His gaze penetrates yours and his dangerous eyes have an addictive allure. Captivating and intimidating. Revealing little but knowing much… it was exciting. He excites you.

“That could work…” your voice betrays your facade of confidence and Eddie grins wider at the soft falter in your tone. He could read you like a book. Your inviting body language, the blown darkness in the centre of your glossy eyes and the way you don’t back away from him as he stalks even closer to you. You were his prey… and he was the hunter set on a target.

One of Eddie’s rough calloused hands gently takes yours. He positions your palm flat out toward the sky so he could drop his keys onto it all while his focus on your face remains unwavering, “The keys to the castle.”

“Fitting, since you called me a princess earlier.”

“Maybe I orchestrated this from the beginning?” An entertained eyebrow perks up behind his stringy damp bangs.

“Is that so?” The sound of your hushed voice echoes back at you and your lips part longingly at Eddie’s close proximity. He is close enough to kiss— tasty enough to devour. A banquet of all of the most desirable and finer things in life.

“I saw you in those heels and with those legs… I couldn’t resist. They don’t call me a Eddie the freak Munson for no reason, princess.” There is a clip to his voice, a new intensity piercing through his words like a pin to a voodoo doll.

“You might just have to show me how freaky you really are then, Mr. freak…”

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Eddie was right. The wine did taste like shit.

You were currently draped across Eddie’s large sofa, the soft suede fabric welcomed the mould of your body as you sunk into airy cushions and you sipped hesitantly from your stemmed glass. Smearing your dark lipstick across the pristine rim as you did.

Eddie was perched on a chair across from you which was cut from the same material as the couch. His feet were planted to the floor and his legs were spread wide; like a King on his throne. There was a coffee table separating the two of you and part of you questioned why he was so far away.

You and Eddie locked eyes, a welcoming and long stare. It was comfortable, patient but growing. Neither of you looked away, but none of you made the first move, either.

Eddie was assessing you. He was trying to figure out how this would go. How it would play out. Who was going to be the dominant one and who was going to submit?

You wanted it to be him. You wanted him to know that you needed your decisions made for you tonight.

You bring your glass of wine back to your mouth, taking a small drink and proceeding to lick and bite your lip afterwards. An unspoken invitation that Eddie silently accepts.

The warm light that glows from the table lamp next to you illuminates Eddie in a gorgeous orange hue, darkening his tattoos and brightening the metal around his fingers and his neck. You envision how he would look above you— glistening in sweat with his necklace shimmering as it dangles atop of your face. The image nearly causes you to whine aloud.

Nearly.

You surveyed your surroundings, “This is a nice place you have— very cozy.” You place your wine glass on a coaster, coming back to snuggle into the pillows of the sofa and Eddie hums, pleased.

“It’s no bachelor pad but it’s home.” He tilts his nearly empty glass toward you and a mischievous smile toys with the edges of his lips, “Thank you.”

He finishes his drink with one swift movement before he is leaving his post from across from you. You watch him with blown eyes, eyes that are bright and eager. He settles his lean and sturdy physique against the door frame that leads into his kitchen space.

Your heart rate quickens with anticipation and your hips squirm beneath you as you try and remain confident under his abysmal and sinful demeanour.

You were overly aware of the lewd events hurtling toward you and the excitement of it causes your face to flush with colour.

“I’ve never fucked a girl in heels before… I think you should keep them on.” He prowls toward you, his body language animalistic and focused.

He’s been wanting to pounce on you from the moment you stepped foot through the door— but Eddie is a gentleman and gentlemen take their time.

Eddie was in front of you now. His eyes such a deep shade of chocolate brown that they seemed to swallow the light rather than reflect it. They were adorned by long dark eyelashes that you were envious of and strong clean eyebrows that framed the chiselled structure of his face. He looked like a painting. Like he wasn’t real.

“I… I can keep them on.” Your face tilts toward your feet as you try to remind yourself of the appearance of the shoes that you chose to wear that day however Eddie is quick to tensely grab you by the flesh of your cheeks and snatch your attention back to him.

“Eyes on me.” His voice is a hushed purr as his nose teeters on the edge of brushing yours, “I wanna see your pretty face.”

His grip remains tight and it forces your lips into a cute pout which Eddie coos at, “I wanna kiss you. Is that okay?” You nod your head feverishly. Without wasting a single second your lips finally met, tinged with impatience. His lips were magnificent, full and defined and soft. His tongue tastes of alcohol and mint and you moan at the contact of his wet tongue wrestling against yours. His teeth nip at your bottom lip and your eyes are lidded as your fingers touch the exposed skin of his shoulders with a feathery graze; causing goosebumps to arise on Eddie’s inked skin.

“I need to know that you want this…” He breathes heavy laboured breaths, “That you want me to take control. I like it rough, baby, so we need to have a safe word… okay? Safe word is Cherries. You got that?” His domineering mask slips for a quarter of a moment as his black hues sweeten. You nod again, your mind clouded with lust and desperation.

“Repeat it back to me.”

“Cherries is the safe word.”

“Clever girl.” Without a beat Eddie is dragging you up and onto your feet. You are wobbly on your legs for a moment but you are fast to regain composure. As Eddie goes to lead you through to his bedroom you stop, your body set alight.

“Eddie can I… can I taste you first?” You are a blushing mess as the words drool from your lips. You hadn’t stopped thinking about it since you seen him man spreading in front of you in his armchair earlier. You wanted to dip down between his thighs and make his cock twitch with need, “Please.”

The metal head looked bewildered for a moment however he quickly welcomed the request. How could he possibly deny such a sweet girl when she asked him so politely?

He walks the both of you over to the comfortable chair, sitting himself down and allowing his hands to have free roam of your ass and hips, “Ask me as nicely as that and I’d give you anything you want, princess.” The pet name was now tainted with naughty intention as it rolled off of his slick tongue and your knees weaken at the sight of him gazing up at you.

It was nice to be able to study a man features without any shame or embarrassment. You were so used to stealing glances at attractive men but the visual feast sitting in front of you was enjoyed without any guilt.

You offer Eddie an intoxicated smile as his eyes venture over your face, your neck, your breasts and your exposed legs. You weren’t worried about the way your body looked— there was something so calming about Eddie that struck a match of confidence within you and he seemed to like what he was looking at.

“Such a pretty thing, aren’t you?” He rips down your skirt from around your waist, letting it pool around your ankles and leaving you stood in the pile of bunched fabric. His hands work quickly on your blouse and Eddie growls at the sight of you. Nothing to you but your matching lace underwear set and your heels.

Your nipples peak at the change of temperature in the room and the sly man pinches them with the tips of his slender fingers, rolling the buds mercilessly and smirking devilishly as he does. The action causes a soft whine to emit from your throat and Eddie’s lips perk into a grin at the sound. He was obsessed with you.

“Kneel.”

And you do. The bones of your knees meet the floor with a pathetic thud and Eddie smooths the palm of his hand across the softness of your hair; enticing you that he will be gentle at first but he yanks the strands seconds later, causing you to yelp.

“Open up. I wanna see if I’ll fit.”

Bracing yourself with your hands on his jean clad knees you unhinge your jaw, opening wide as Eddie slots two of his fingers onto your tongue and they slide deep in the crevasse of your mouth. They tickle the back of your throat and your thighs clench together at the thought of him fucking of your face.

“It’ll be a tight squeeze, but I’m sure you can handle it. Right, hon?”

“Yes. I can take it. Please…” You babble around his digits.

There you are again with your manners and your begging bambi eyes. It awakens something within Eddie— something that had been sitting dormant but has now stirred from its slumber. A darkness. A line he had never crossed but he was so close to it now. He wanted to own you. He wanted you to belong to him… to be his and only his.

“Go on then, baby. He’s waiting.” He winks at you and your adrenaline shaken hands find the zipper of his jeans. Eddie’s thick bulge strains against the stiff denim and you chew on your bottom lip furiously as his long and full shaft springs from his boxer briefs.

Your mouth salivates at the sight and you look to him for permission, which Eddie gives, before you are popping his throbbing tip into the hot cave of your mouth. A vibration travels down Eddie’s cock and reaches his balls as you moan around him. He felt so good— so natural to have him in your mouth. Like sucking on your favourite treat.

“Fuck— that feels so good.” Dark curls spill onto the back cushion of the chair and Eddie’s hands fist your hair into a ponytail, guiding your slobbering mouth up and down the length of his aching cock.

Your mind was blank of anything except for Eddie’s body and the way he felt inside of you. He hadn’t even penetrated you yet and your panties were dampening with slick more and more with every passing bob of your head.

“Shit—“ Eddie seethes through clenched teeth, his hips rocking up to meet your sloppy movements and he punctuates each thrust with a rewarding moan. “I need to feel you.” It was abrupt, the way he ripped your mouth away from him— but you understood. You needed to feel him too. You hadn’t felt this desperate for anyone before; this sultry and seductive. This needy and submissive. You didn’t want this night to end.

You cant contain the soft pants that leave your throat, a mixture of excitement and arousal as you climbed onto straddle Eddie’s thighs. His body felt hard and masculine beneath your touch and you shivered at the way he laid a harsh spank to the meaty flesh of your ass.

“As innocent as you look, you really are just a dirty little slut, huh?” He slaps you again, this time harder than the last and you nearly collapse against his chest. Eddie laughs mockingly, forcing you to sit upright as his fingers plunge down into the soaking fabric of your panties.

You gasp, your already primed body becoming slippier as his fingers thrust softly into you— testing the waters.

“Such a wet pussy, all for me…” His fingers twitch inside of you and you release a sound which can only be described as a moan combined with a helpless whine. With his free hand Eddie rips your breasts from the confines of your bra, allowing the skin to spill free.

His tongue bathed your breast while he used his teeth, giving you peppered bites that shot pleasure through your body like a lightning bolt. He drew your coiled nipple into his mouth and he let his teeth roughly drag over the tip. You moaned loudly. He leaves your breast and looks up into your face.

“Tell me how badly you want my cock.” His voice is a clipped and cool demand.

“I want you to fill me up so bad. I need it, Eddie. Please… fuck, I want it more than anything.” Your hips grind against his fingers and your words must’ve struck Eddie in a pleasant way because before your brain has any time to catch up to his ever changing movements, his fingers are pulling your panties off to one side and his cock is teasing and toying with your dripping hole.

The eye contact between the pair of you was intense as Eddie’s entire length slowly slid inside of you. Your breathing catches in your throat at the stretch of him. Before long, Eddie settles inside of you and your eyes remain shackled to one another. Sex with a stranger shouldn’t be this intimate— so you screw your eyes shut.

Big mistake.

“Open your fucking eyes,” He snarls, his hand grabbing your throat harshly as he pulls your body down toward his, “I want you to watch me as I fuck you.” Your eyelids snap open and Eddie’s features are slack but intimidating as he looks at you. The feeling of being brutally and totally full was almost too much for you to stand. Too much for you to handle. He pulls back from you and begins to thrust.

“Wait—“ You plead and your hands find Eddie’s chest as you support yourself on top of him, “I just need a moment to adjust… you’re so big.” You squirm at the pulsing of your walls around Eddie’s shaft and he grins egotistically up at you.

“Perfect thing to say.”

He repositions his grip onto the back of your thighs, slowly readjusting himself beneath you and easing himself in and out.

“Okay,” you breathe with a soft nod, “You can fuck me now.”

Eddie sensed that your body was ready for his size and he then started to brutishly slam his body into yours. Unbelievably erotic sounds hit your ears as you feel and hear his hips slapping against yours. Sticky skin meeting sticky skin.

“Feels like someone is fisting my dick.”

“Wettest little pussy I’ve ever fucked, yknow that?”

“Shit, I could cum from just the sight of you.”

“Listen to that, baby. You hear how much your pussy is loving my cock?”

“Keep those stunning fucking eyes on me.”

Eddie’s deep grunts and moans mixed with his dirty commentary only heightened the erotica. You’re gentle to take his hand into yours, timidly welcoming two of his fingers back into your mouth as you bound up and down to meet the crack of his hips against yours. Eddie’s eyes gloss over from the view of you above him and his thrusts get snappier and more intentional. Harsher. Quicker. Deeper.

As his cock fucks your sweet hole, his fingers are busy fucking your mouth as well. He took note of how much you liked to have him in your mouth— no matter what part of his body that may be. Eddie got an inkling that this would be the first of many nights together. And he wasn’t mad at the idea— he was actually thrilled by it. It spurred him on.

“Rub your clit for me, sweet girl.” It was as if you were in a trance and the only thing you were able to do was obey Eddie’s every beckon and call. Your finger tips find your sensitive bundle of nerves and you sigh out in complete bliss at the euphoria that shocks up every vertebrae of your spine.

“That’s it, baby. I want you to cum so fucking hard. I’m getting so close— want you to cream all over my cock.”

The speed in which your fingers circled your clit increases and your eyes fight to stay open. You could feel the desperation punctuated in every one of Eddie’s quickened thrusts and you feel that familiar build coming to build in your tummy.

“Fuck— I’m gonna cum. Keep rubbing that clit, baby. You’re being such a good girl for me.” His tired pants fill the air and your mind whizzes and bubbles as you whine out loudly.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, of fuck!” Your mouth gapes open wide, mirroring the sweaty sex symbol below you and your eyes widen as your orgasm floods your every cell. Shaking your body from head to toe. You feel Eddie’s cock swell inside of you— causing your high to continue

“Shit!!” A yell breaks past Eddie’s swollen lips as his orgasm hits. You watch as his face contours as he cums inside of you. His eyes squint shut and his mouth is pulled into a grimace. The veins on his forearms bulk and tense. It was the sexiest thing you had ever fucking seen.

Your heart paced rabidly in your chest as you both breathed heavily, trying to control the heaving of your chests as you both came down. You’re relying on Eddie’s body to keep you from collapsing and Eddie is wise to this. His strong arms wrap around your body as he pulls himself out of you, bringing you to rest on his chest.

Too tired and sated to do anything else, you press yourself against Eddie’s bare and empty sack, grinding lightly down onto the tender flesh of his balls and the noise that leaves Eddie’s throat is indescribable.

You shoot up to look at him and it’s now your turn to smirk and it’s Eddie’s turn to flush a shade of bright red.

“Ignore that.” He coughs to clear his oesophagus, followed by a light hearted chuckle as you come to lay back against his limp body and a knowingness fills your mind.

This wasn’t just going to be a one night stand… and this wasn’t the last time you were going to be laying on top of Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson.

This was just the sweaty, sexy beginning.

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[kxsagi]

okay HEAR ME OUT. rin, with small reader like she's just too small compared to rin. and like rin invited reader to sit on his lap and had a short conversation. and then rin gets a cuteness aggression. like he can't resist her anymore! then they do a make-up session. pls i love how u write bllk characters. I LOVE YOUR WRITING

“𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥”

a/n: THANK YOU!!! as a super small girlie that's barely making it past 5 feet, this is super cute

(don't know art credits but he is just so... majestic)

you’re just… small. 

that’s the only word rin can really focus on when you step into his room wearing his hoodie, the sleeves drooping over your hands, the hem brushing past your thighs like a dress. you look up at him from the doorway with those wide eyes and a shy “hi,” and it just snaps something inside of him. 

he pats his lap. “come here.” 

you blink. “huh?” 

he doesn't repeat it, just gives you that look. the one that always means i’m not asking again. and well… you’ve never exactly said no to rin itoshi. 

you tiptoe over, climbing onto his lap like you’ve done it a thousand times before. even with your legs curled up, you barely take up any space. he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder, and lets out a sigh like he’s been holding his breath all day. 

“you’re seriously so small,” he mutters against your neck. 

you huff, leaning back into him. “you say that like i’m a hamster.” 

“hamsters don’t make my heart hurt like this,” he says flatly. 

you twist around in his lap to give him a look. “what kind of line is that?” 

but rin’s not joking. his hands tighten on your hips, and his brows knit together like he’s genuinely pained. “you don’t get it,” he grumbles. “you’re sitting on me like this. wearing my hoodie. all soft and warm and tiny. how the hell am i supposed to function.” 

you bite back a smile, cheeks heating up. “you’re so dramatic.” 

“i’m serious,” he growls, dragging a hand through his hair like he’s one second away from short-circuiting. “you’re like a pocket-sized girlfriend. i could fit you in my duffel bag.” 

“rin –” 

“no. i’m going insane. i want to bite you.” 

you burst out laughing, but he’s not laughing. he’s got that hungry look in his eyes now, like he’s ready to commit unspeakable crimes of affection. 

“don’t move,” he warns, already shifting his hand to cup your jaw, tilting your face up toward his. “if you move, i’m kissing you until you pass out.” 

“i literally just –” 

he kisses you. 

hard. 

one hand at your waist, the other tangled in your hair, tilting your head just right as he leans in and devours you. your fingers clutch his hoodie, lips moving with his as he deepens the kiss like he’s trying to prove a point. like you being this adorable is a personal attack on his sanity. 

you manage to gasp against his mouth, “we’re supposed to be studying –” 

“not anymore,” he mumbles between kisses. “new plan. i kiss you until i feel normal again.” 

“and when will that be?” 

he pulls back just enough to look at you, flushed and breathless in his lap. and then, completely deadpan, says: 

“never.” 

and then he’s kissing you again, with a plan of never stopping. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬��𝐠𝐢

[hallowxiu]

How the Brothers Would Deal with MC's Mortality

Mammon:

You casually brought it up as a joke

Probably something like “i’m here for a good time, not a long time” or “why should i care what happens in 100 years? It’s not like i’ll be around to care”

Would probably confuse Mammon at first as to why you wouldn’t be around, but he would put the pieces together in the middle of the night when trying to sleep.

A whole, eyes snapping wide opening and flinging out of his bed kind of moment.

Mammon would worry himself sick

Yes, he knows humans can die, hell, he used to mock you for being so frail when you first came to the Devildom, but now? 

Well, now things are different. How he feels about you is different

He's spending all his money on ways to keep you kicking longer. 

Anything he can think of that’ll help, he’s buying it. Vegetables, fruits, protein powder, comfortable clothes, a nice pillow, vitamins, shampoos- anything. He has no idea where to start, so he just starts grabbing everything. 

I mean, something will have to help, right? 

If you notice he looks panicked, don’t point it out, it’ll only make it worse. Unless you want to be smothered to death from his affection and worry, then by all means. ;)

Leviathan:

Look, he can barely handle his favorite anime characters dying, so you? Yeah, no, that’s way too much. 

Nothing actually popped up to remind Leviathan of your mortality, it was because of Satan throwing his books all around the house that did it. 

Suddenly, it was all he could think about. How did he not think of this before? 

Leviathan is no Satan though, and he’s certainly not Lucifer. Researching medical documents and trying to think of things to keep you alive longer are a little over his head. That being said, there were some things he could do.

Leviathan dove into his own research that would be within his realm of understanding, studying that humans who have more positive mindsets and who are less exposed to depressing forms of media, may live longer than the average person. This- this was something he could work with. 

Suddenly, you were constantly being invited to his room, Leviathan having a variety of slice-of-life anime for you to watch with him, all of which had happy endings to boot. If an anime was even remotely depressing, he made sure to keep that out of reach. 

Video games? He’s keeping it safe; he’s not risking anything here. If it’s not similar to Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing, Dreamlight Valley, or The Sims (which must be on a good day), you’re just not playing it. Kingdom Hearts if you’re lucky. 

Satan:

Would do an insane amount of research 

Likely overheard the topic on a news segment about the tragically short lifespans of humans before it all clicked together.

Satan, unlike the other brothers, has never experienced death before, so while it sounds silly, he never had reason to think of you dying.

Looks up humans who had long lifespans to see how he can implement those things into your lifestyle.

Books will be littered everywhere (although that’s not really unusual, but what is would be the topic of said books- The Long Lives of Humans, Human Lifestyle for Dummies 101, The Road to Human Immortality, etc. etc.)

This is when Satan learns just how easy it is for a human to kick the bucket.

Heart attacks, brain aneurysms, strokes, seizures, cancer, the list goes on and on and it’s starting to scare him. He didn’t know humans could just drop dead. 

He’s going to start researching curses to increase your lifespan, or at the very least he’s going to make sure you’re careful as hell. 

You won’t even get as much as a cut without him being aware of it; he’s going to hover around and mother hen the absolute shit out of you. 

Try not to get too annoyed with him though, it all stems from good intentions. 

Asmodeus:

He’ll be damned if his shopping partner for life is going to die on him.

Asmo isn’t stupid; if anything he’s pretty emotionally aware. He's known for a long time just how short the lifespan of humans is.

But still, it came in the form of a nightmare. One where he couldn’t save you, despite giving his best efforts. The way you died was tragic, long before your life should have ended. 

This sent Asmo somewhat into a frenzied state trying to find things to keep you alive once he woke up. 

Vitamins, vitamins, vitamins

Humans benefit from vitamins, right? Surely you’d benefit from Devildom vitamins then. If it’ll increase the lifespan of a demon, he sees no reason why it wouldn’t increase your lifespan. 

Of course, it really only gives you nicer nails and shinier hair. 

He’s 10x more intense with your morning and night routines. 

He will be unloading all his facial creams on you, and telling you the benefits of each one and how it might add a few years to your lifespan. 

You want to stay up late at night to finish homework? Maybe watch a movie? Yeah, no, not on Asmo’s watch. 

Your ass is going to bed every night at 10pm, right along with him. You do realize you’ll be getting exactly 8 hours of sleep each night, too, right? 

Beelzebub:

Regarding his trauma with Lilith, it came as no surprise when he started to fret over your well-being. 

Poor Beel saw an article that discussed how tragically easy it is for a human to die. The cherry on top? How they could die from simply overeating. 

Overeating isn’t a concept Beel is overly familiar with (because to him, it’s never overeating), and while he knew most people couldn’t keep up with his eating habits, he didn’t think it could actually cause harm to a human, let alone kill them. 

Grocery trips are now a more anxiety-inducing event. 

He’s suddenly paranoid that any of the Devildom food could and will kill you. Are you allergic to anything? How would you even know? 

What if one day he serves you his favorite boiled dragonhead and you just drop dead at the dinner table?? No, that will never do. 

There’s a list of Devildom foods that he knows for sure you can have without dying, but then comes the issue of portion control. How much is too much for a human? 

Beelzebub swore he would never lose another loved one again, and it’s a promise he intends to keep. From now on, you will only eat what he deems safe. 

You want to try a new food in the Devildom that you’ve never had before? You better get some seriously good convincing skills if you want him to cave in. For someone who only ever thinks with his stomach, he’s surprisingly stubborn. 

Belphegor:

He’s still plagued with nightmares about Lilith, especially since he still thinks it’s his fault. Tack that on to the way he blamed you and the rest of the human race for it? The man is walking trauma. 

 Like Asmodeus, this was brought on by nightmares about you dying. Different from Asmo’s, however, you usually died by his hand. Naturally, considering your tumultuous history. 

Belphegor, unlike his brothers, takes a different approach. He just doesn’t approach you at all. 

What better way to keep your lifespan long than by staying away from you altogether? 

Is it something that he wants? Of course not! But how can he trust himself to never hurt you again? To never kill you again. 

He can’t. 

So, he locks himself away in his room, sleeping most of the day or just avoiding the areas you normally like to lounge. 

On a normal day, almost everyone in the household, including yourself, would notice this behavior change. However, since you’re now being cornered by all the brothers and their concerns about your lifespan, it’s easy for Belphegor’s absence to slip your mind. 

This hurts Belphegor, but at the end of the day, he believes this is for the best.

Lucifer: 

Lucifer didn’t need a reminder of your short lifespan; if anything, it’s something he’s thought plenty about. 

Lucifer has trauma, we all know that much. After Lilith, he’s absolutely terrified of losing another loved one to something outside of his control.

And your lifespan is not something that’s out of his control. At least not how he sees it, anyway. 

If you thought he was overbearing or overprotective before, brace yourself. He’s going to step it up several notches. 

No excess of junk food, no more pulling all-nighters, no more sitting around the house gaming all day, and definitely no more overexerting your use of magic. He’s no fool, he knows the toll your magic could eventually take on your body. 

Honestly? He wasn’t this bad until his brothers started to panic about your mortality, and though Lucifer told himself he was above such nonsense, he quickly found himself taking all the precautions they were taking (and then some). 

Fortunately, if you find yourself becoming overwhelmed, they’ll be more than willing to listen to you (granted you take some of their concerns into account).

[unknown-cold]

Has anyone noticed this too? A girl who lost her mother.

No wonder Caitlyn was so fucking angry at this time, not only was it an attack on the memorial after losing her mother and being kidnapped and tortured etc... but her people died and children lost their mothers, just like this girl. And Cait was definitely feeling her sadness and fear.

This also reminds me of those people who say Caitlyn changed just bc her mother died, or how can she change just bc of one person's death? Well idiots IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!!

Like “Oh but she’s from Piltover, she gets all the luxuries that ppl of Zaun don’t” burying your mam in a nice casket does not make the pain any easier to deal with assholes!! she went through sm and people still overlooked her trauma as if she shouldn't be sad and angry bc she's an enforcer, rich, and an adult. WHAT STUPIDITY IS THIS? Seriously what does all this have to do with the character not being traumatized? These people should study psychology and educate themselves a little.

Like people forget this all happened to her in the span of less than a week. She went from a peaceful, pretty sheltered life to being terrorised by Jinx with almost no reprieve.

Video edited by: @mirellvi on TikTok

These people are asking and others are angry why Caitlyn has changed, this girl has been through hell bc of Jinx.

Jinx didn't show any mercy to Caitlyn. And Caitlyn has every right to hate her!! People who overlook what Jinx has done to her are so annoying. The change that happened to Caitlyn It did not start when her mother was killed.

She is gets more hate than the actual villains, and she did less harm than any other leader of Piltover or Zaun. People who excuse characters like Viktor, Sevika or Silco and even Ambessa, but they draw the line on Caitlyn?? they just wanna hate her tbh. Like they don’t comment on the bad and worst things that (Silco, Viktor, SINGED) did

Silco flooded the lanes with shimmer, pay the enforcers to 💀 zaunites and kid / nap children to work on his shimmer factories, and he was a perpetrator of his people suffering. All this and people are justifying his actions, well what about Caitlyn!?

And now someone will come with their stupid excuse and say “Silco is oppressed and wanted to free Zaun” Well being oppressed does not justify him oppressing his people too. Like where is the independence you guys are talking about, when he hurt his people to obey him, and force children to work in dangerous factories and pay enforcers to kill anyone who opposes him, why didn't he pay enforcers to work with him for benefit Zaun, if he really cared about people in Zaun!? And of course there is no need to talk about Ambessa and Singed, the most evil characters who did selfish things, and Viktor as well. But People Don't Care🙄

(I love Viktor btw) but what he did was so bad and terrible!! way worse than what or any other character.

But again people don't care what bad things Viktor did or would do, is it bc he's from Zaun, or bc he's a man? Anything goes... So I really want to know what's wrong with these people who hate Caitlyn so much.

Like it's okay to not like her and not accept her character, but spreading false information about her like “she gassed all of Zaun or that she does dictatorial things” which is absolutely not true. or worse, insulting and cursing people who love Caitlyn and spreading lies about them like they support corrupt regimes or that they are part of the KKK or that they support police brutality in real life bc they love a fictional character. This is so fucking crazy and I sick of it!! Like what makes these people think that I would be act like a fictional character in real life? They really need therapy.

Like they criticizing her bc they feel morally superior bc she's an enforcer and rich?? This is really so ridiculous.

[demonic0angel]

Phantom Family (In Uniform)

My headcanons for when the Phantoms are in costume and working with other DC heroes :3 (click for clarity)

All four of them work separately, but team up whenever there is a world-ending crisis in their universe or in the DC world (where they’re currently staying). Cue shenanigans bc they’ve been gaining the trust and love of people around them who had no idea they were siblings??? (The Batfam feel a strange sense of deja vu)

More notes:

+ Danny joins the JL, Jazz joins Jason's gang as his assistant, Dani joins Young Justice, and Dan is a loner who only works with Nightwing.

+ Danny is named Phantom, Jazz is named Wolf, Dani is named Spirit, and Dan is named Wraith, named for multiple reasons.

+ In my hcs, the DP world and the DC world are separate, and the DP characters go to the DCU for various reasons. Ofc, these makes people from both worlds slightly different from one another via genetic makeup, culture, politics, etc.

+ Jazz was the first to arrive and she mainly wanted to study and practice her fields at Arkham Asylum. However, she got bored and decided to join Jason’s gang as his assistant before quickly earning his trust and then accidentally gaining more power within the gang. Dani came next and asked to join Young Justice. She was accepted and thus became friends with everyone there. Dan was next, but he thought he got the wrong universe and wasn’t able to contact anyone for awhile. He met Nightwing, and after being interested in his innate goodness, decided to stay around him and continue bothering him, eventually resulting in a genuine relationship where he strives to become better. Danny came last and asked to join the Justice League, which they allowed after awhile as he proved himself, eventually becoming one of the top hitters and most powerful members.

+ Danny’s relationship with the JL was cold at first because his arrival was unprecedented and he was considered an unknown. Eventually, they started realizing that he was chill, but it took a long time before anyone could even trust him since he wasn’t really a team player. At some point, Batman was able to get his identity out of him, and after realizing that he was genuinely young, Batman softened and everyone started trusting and befriending him slowly.

+ Jazz’s relationship with Jason was stilted at first bc Jazz was lowkey suspicious and Jason didn’t trust her. After a while, she proved herself to him and helped him a lot, so they began developing a friendship and eventually, she gained the trust and loyalty of everyone around her. She and Jason have a great but complex relationship with the only hurdle being their secret identities. Both of them have an irrational fear of rejection from the other, so they go out of their way to avoid finding each other’s identities (even if it would be really easy for both of them) which has resulted in a lot of frustration and slow burn.

+ Dani’s relationship with Young Justice started out a little awkward, but her personality and charm won them over and with her assistance towards Secret, she was able to integrate herself into the group easily. She’s considered the newest, so they kind of treat her as the baby, but after a lot of crazy adventures, they trust her with the spiritual and supernatural stuff.

+ Dan’s relationship with Nightwing started out as extremely hostile since Nightwing took no chances and almost immediately wanted to attack him. Dan had no problem with this and often provoked him, but was too powerful to be fought off, only leaving whenever he wanted, which resulted in a lot of frustration and anger. As time passed, Dan made himself into a neutral force in Bludhaven as someone who would not kill others, but would not help unless it was Nightwing asking. He wore down Nightwing enough by popping up for more fights that eventually, Nightwing just lowkey teamed up with him until he was accidentally established as his partner.

+ Danny has both his job of being hero and of being the High King of the Infinite Realms. He balances it out pretty well, since JL is also rather flexible. Jazz has both her job of being Jason’s assistant and of being a psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum. She cannot sleep well so she has a bad habit of overworking herself until she drops, but Jason convinced her to sleep in his office at times. Dani has no jobs and only studies or has fun whenever she’s not out and about as a hero. Dan has a bunch of random jobs whenever he’s not flirting with Nightwing, so he can be seen as a bartender, a babysitter, an accountant, a barista, an artist, etc.

+ At some point, they all meet and everyone looks at them like 😟😦😦 bc WHO WAS GONNA TELL THEM THAT 4 PEOPLE WHO ARE STATIONED SUSPICIOUSLY NEAR THE MOST IMPORTANT PLACES WITH PEOPLE WHO CAN BE CONSIDERED EXTREMELY DANGEROUS ARE ACTUALLY SIBLINGS????

[dark-fanfics-moon]

THE PET Remmick x Reader

Part 3

Synopsis: You are learning what being a pet in the hive means and start getting close to Remmick—a little too close.

Warning: Suggestive. Not actual smut but it’s getting there…Also Remmick is a manipulative touch-starved creep who doesn’t know the meaning of personal space. And he likes virgins. Because hell, a lot of vampires seem to like them for some reason ? Also death of a minor character. Again. Because he is a vampire and likes blood. 😂👍

Irish Gaelic language used:

Dún do bhéal : Shut your mouth

Part 2 here: https://www.tumblr.com/dark-fanfics-moon/783200868262707200/the-pet-remmick-x-reader?source=share

The soft clinking of the pebbles hitting the box echoed in the quiet stillness of the night as you kept gathering said pebbles and throwing them against Remmick’s bed-coffin. The sun had lowered. You had been waiting all day for him to wake up. What was taking him so long ? All the other vampires were up and about since almost an hour ago. However, you then heard noise inside and quickly froze, heart pounding, immediately regretting your decision. The thought of actually waking up Remmick, sent a jolt of panic through your veins. He was unpredictable, and his temper was not something you wanted to test.

You leaned back, hoping that the disturbance had gone unnoticed. But then, the thought lingered: What if he was really asleep ? You couldn’t resist knocking on the box, testing the waters to see if he would respond.

The knock was gentle, just a tap, and the silence stretched long in the air. You held your breath, listening for any sound. The sun was high in the sky, and you were almost certain that Remmick would be asleep.

But just as you were about to back away, you heard it. A faint groan. A soft rustle from within the box. Your breath caught in your throat.

Shit. He was awake.

From inside the box, Remmick’s voice slurred with sleep and irritation. “What’re you doin’, doll ? Disturbing a man’s rest ?”

You bit your lip, glancing at the box warily. He was clearly not as deep in sleep as you had hoped.

“I…I didn’t mean to wake you,” you muttered, your voice betraying the faintest hint of anxiety. A long pause followed. The sound of shifting in the box made your stomach twist. Then, slowly, Remmick’s voice came again, laced with amusement but still carrying that hint of sleepiness.

“Well, you’ve done it now. Can’t get back to sleep once you’ve been woken up, now, can I ?” He let out a dramatic sigh, and for a moment, you wondered if he was just playing with you. But then, you heard the scrape of the box opening.

You took an involuntary step back, your mind racing with a thousand possibilities of what he might do. Would he yell ? Attack you ? Laugh it off ? Or maybe…maybe he would just come out and tease you like he usually did. But when Remmick emerged from the box, there was none of the usual predatory energy. He was disheveled, his hair tousled from sleep, his clothes rumpled and clear exhaustion in his eyes.

He stretched and sighed again. “That’s what I get for sleepin’ over the usual time and leavin’ me poor pet bored stiff,” he muttered, his voice thick with drowsiness. His gaze flickered to you, and the usual mischievous glint returned, though it was muted by the lingering heaviness of sleep.

“You’re lucky I don’t hold a grudge for interruptions,” he added with a smirk, though there was no real malice in it. His eyes then softened a little, studying you with a hint of curiosity. “What’s got ye so upset that ye had to start throwin’ rocks at me box, eh ?”

“Just…passing time,” you replied dismissively, avoiding his gaze. You didn’t know why you felt so off-balance around him all of a sudden. Was it because of last night ?

He chuckled, low and sleepy-sounding. “Ah. Ye wanted me attention, pet ? Coulda just asked.”

His words hung in the air, not threatening, not teasing—just a simple observation. And for the first time in a while, you didn’t feel the familiar weight of fear settle over you. You glanced at him, noticing the odd softness in his expression as he tilted his head.

“You should try and get some sleep yerself, doll,” he then advised you, stretching again and stifling a yawn. “Not gonna be happy if ye start sleepin’ when I want some entertainment.”

The words were typical Remmick and yet, you couldn’t help but notice that he too had slightly changed in his treatment of you. You weren’t sure what had changed exactly, but you found yourself more willing to stay. Even if just for a moment longer. You then thought about your family. You hadn’t yet told your brother that you were alive. You hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was worth asking him. Remmick wasn’t exactly the easiest person to make requests of, but the thought of reaching out to your brother, even through the confines of your strange captivity, gave you hope. Something to hold onto, even if just for a short while.

You glanced over at Remmick, still half-drowsy from his long nap. He had moved away from the box now, stretching languidly and letting out a quiet yawn. You found yourself comparing him to a cat…lazy and with sharp fangs to bite made obvious through the simple act of yawning. You figured this might be the only time to ask without facing one of his moods.

“Remmick,” you called out softly, trying to sound casual, though you felt the knot of unease in your stomach. “Could I…could I have a quill, ink, and some paper ? I want to write to my brother.”

For a moment, he didn’t respond, and you wondered if he’d heard you at all. Then, slowly, his gaze flickered over to you, his eyebrows rising in amusement.

“Yer brother ?” He repeated, a slow smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. “Ye think I’m—what—some sort of delivery boy ?”

You bit your lip, feeling the weight of his sarcasm, but you held your ground. “Please. I just…I need to let him know I’m okay. Or at least…let him know I’m still alive.”

The request hung in the air and you knew you were walking a fine line. You weren’t sure what Remmick would make of it, but his expression softened, just a little, his eyes flickering toward the ground for a moment. He took a slow step towards you, his boots making a soft thud against the ground as he paused in front of you. His fingers drummed lightly against his leg as he thought, then, with a small shrug, he spoke again.

“A’right, pet,” he finally indulged. “I’ll get all that fer ye.”

You blinked in surprise and smiled hopefully. “You’ll actually get it ?”

He gave a low chuckle and nodded. “I ain’t heartless. Just don’t go askin’ fer too much now, or I might lose me patience.”

Before you could reply, he was already moving towards the back of the trailer, rummaging through a box of discarded items. You waited, half-expecting him to change his mind, but a few moments later, he emerged holding the quill, ink, and some crumpled pieces of paper.

“Don’t be too long with it,” he instructed.

You took the materials from him with a small nod, trying to hide your surprise at how easily he had agreed. As he walked away, you set the paper down on the ground, holding the quill carefully as you began to write, wondering if your brother would ever even get the message you were about to send. A few minutes later, you had just finished the final stroke of your signature when you felt a sudden tug on the paper. You looked up in surprise, only to see Remmick standing there, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he swiftly snatched the page from your hands.

“Hey !” you protested, reaching out for it, but he held it just out of your grasp. His gaze flicked down to the page, scrutinizing the words you had written, his eyes narrowing as he read. For a moment, you could feel the tension in the air as he examined the letter thoroughly, looking for anything that might give him reason to be suspicious. His sharp gaze skimmed the paper as if he were looking for something specific, his posture still and calculating.

“So ?” You finally asked.

Remmick didn’t respond right away. Instead, he flipped the page over and tapped it against his palm, his smirk widening as he took in your words. After what felt like an eternity, he finally looked up at you.

“Nothin’ about me in here,” he mused, his tone darkly amused and poked your nose playfully. “Ye really gonna keep yer word, doll ? Not gonna snitch on the new lil’ life ye got here with me ?”

You clenched your jaw, watching as he carefully folded the paper. “I told you, I wasn’t going to write anything that would cause you trouble. It’s just a letter to my brother, to reassure him.”

He gave a low chuckle, tucking the page into his coat pocket alongside the envelope with the address. “I don’t trust a damn thing you write, especially if it’s to someone ye care about. But I’ll let ye keep your lil’ fantasy for now.”

You wanted to protest, but the look in his eyes told you that it would be pointless. Remmick wasn’t the type to let anything slip past him, and now, he had control over even your most personal thoughts. You glared at him, but the knot of helplessness in your stomach tightened as you realized there was nothing you could do to change his mind.

Remmick leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Now, be a good lass and stay put, a’right ?”

You felt the hairs on the back of your neck rise at the tone of his voice, but there was nothing you could do as he sauntered away, the stolen letter safely tucked away in his pocket.

When he had his back to you, you couldn’t help but flip him off.

“Douchebag.”

He laughed in response and suddenly flew away. Probably to get himself dinner…You shivered at the thought and sat back down.

A few hours later:

It had been hours and Remmick still hadn’t come back from his hunt. What was he doing ? You weren’t worried for that idiot. Of course not. But then…You watched Remmick as he staggered back into the camp, his usual confidence replaced by a strained expression. Blood matted his clothes, dark and thick. He moved slower than usual, his steps uneven, and you could hear the soft groan of pain that escaped him with each movement. You immediately approached, concern overtaking your natural instinct to keep your distance.

“What happened ?” you asked, voice laced with worry. You had a hard time hiding the flicker of anxiety in your chest as you noticed the deep gashes along his arms and chest, the bruises already beginning to swell around the cuts. Remmick’s face was pale and he leaned heavily against the trailer, taking a deep breath as if trying to steady himself. “A bunch of hunters…near the market,” he muttered, voice hoarse. “Tried to get the drop on me. Didn’t go so well for them.”

You frowned, glancing at him suspiciously. “What were you doing in town ?”

Remmick didn’t respond immediately, his eyes narrowing, as though he was carefully choosing his words—or thinking of an excuse to give you. Then, after a long moment, he simply shrugged, but you could tell something was off. It was as if he was hiding something, though you weren’t sure exactly what. But then, you thought back on the letter you had written earlier. He had also taken the envelope with him. Surely—it wasn’t to…The thought that gnawed at you, that prickled the back of your mind, was that he had gone to post your letter to your brother. But you shook your head. Right…As if Remmick would ever do that for you.

Before you could say anything more, Remmick collapsed to the ground and you stepped closer to him, eyes studying his injuries. The wounds weren’t deep enough to be life-threatening, but still he looked in a pitiful shape. He had blood smeared on his hands, and there was a cut across his cheek that seemed particularly raw and a big hole in his chest. You winced and knelt down next to him. He looked up slightly.

“What are ye d—?”

“Lemme see,” you cut his question off, surprising even yourself with the calm authority in your voice. You’d never taken care of someone like this before—not someone like him, anyway. But there was something about the way he looked at you, his expression a mix of frustration and pain, that made you act without thinking. He hesitated for a moment, glaring defensively at you, but the exhaustion seemed to weigh too heavily on him. With a low grunt, he relented, allowing you to gently push his clothes aside to examine the worst of the injuries.

“Don’t think I’ll thank ye fer this,” he muttered and you ignored the comment, focusing instead on the task at hand. You tore a strip of cloth from your own clothes and, using it as a makeshift bandage, began cleaning the worst of the wounds on his arms and trying to stop the blood from flowing out. He was unusually quiet and you glanced up at him to find his eyes staring at you suspiciously.

“Don’t be scared. I’m not going to bite you,” you told him after a long moment of silence and smiled. “You can relax.”

Remmick’s lips twisted in a faint, humorless grin. “What ? Ye tellin’ me ye doin’ this out of the goodness of yer heart, darlin’ ? Besides, I ain’t scared. I’m just used to being the one who’s in charge of things and I ain’t ever been cared for by me own pet before. ’S new to me s’all.”

You didn’t answer…There was no answer you could give him that would justify you tending to him.

“Just hold still,” you instructed, your voice firm yet gentle as you carefully wrapped a clean strip of cloth around his arm and another around his waist. You could feel his gaze on you, and you dared not look up at him again. Something about the way he was watching you made your skin prickle, but you pushed the thought aside. You continued working in silence, taking care to be gentle with his injuries. Finally, you stepped back to survey your work.

“That should help,” you concluded, finally glancing up at him. “Don’t move around too much for a while. The bleeding should stop soon.”

Remmick gave a small, sharp nod but didn’t say anything for a long while.

“Thank ye,” he reluctantly said after a moment, the words sounding strange coming from him.

You raised an eyebrow, surprised by his sudden shift. “Right. Whatever,” you replied, though there was no real sting in your words.

Remmick gave you a sharp look, but there was no real heat behind it either, just a quiet acknowledgment. The air between you both felt different, but not in a bad way. You couldn’t decide what it was—maybe it was just that he seemed slightly more human now, more…breakable, in a way that made you think, maybe he wasn’t as untouchable as he liked to pretend.

But then again, it could all just be part of the act…

“Get some rest,” you added, your voice firmer this time as you began to step away.

He looked at you, his lips curling into a half-smirk. “Don’t ye worry about me, doll. I’ll survive.”

You didn’t trust the nonchalant tone, but you nodded nonetheless. With that, you turned around, heading back to the shadows where you usually stayed. You sat where you always did—back straight, chained like an obedient creature beside the trailer’s wheel. You had done your part—you had helped him—and that was something Remmick likely hadn’t expected. Neither had you to be honest. The firelight flickered in the distance, casting shadows that danced on the wood around you, but you didn’t move. You’d learned not to.

After the bleeding had stopped and he had gotten some rest, Remmick stepped out into the cold night air with his usual effortless grace, stretching like a cat fresh from slumber. His eyes scanned the area until they landed on you, and for a moment, you thought he might simply walk past without a word. He often did. But tonight, he didn’t.

Slowly, casually, he made his way over. You tensed a little when he crouched beside you, his hands working at the iron shackle around your ankle without a word. The click of the lock releasing startled you more than it should have.

You blinked, eyes snapping to his face. “What—?”

He didn’t let you finish. With a smug little grin, he reached up and ruffled your hair like you were a dog that had fetched a bone, fingers cold but strangely gentle as they passed over your scalp.

“Good behaviour,” he purred, that grin deepening into something halfway between pride and amusement. You stared at him, stunned—by the gesture, by the freedom of your leg, by the way his voice dragged across your bones like velvet laced with barbs. You didn’t know what to say, didn’t even know what part of you he was rewarding: the letter, the bandaging, the dancing…or simply your obedience.

But before you could find the right words, he was already standing, already turning to go, as though your whole world hadn’t just shifted with the turn of a key. You looked down at your ankle, red and bruised where the metal had rubbed raw, then back up at his retreating figure.

You were free.

Sort of.

At least, now, the chain was gone—but the leash ?

That was harder to see. Harder still to cut.

…

The next night:

The night air buzzed with murmured plans and hushed arguments as Remmick, Annie, Cornbread, Bo and Stack hunched around a crumpled map by the fire. You’d crept near the edge of the clearing, staying just within earshot, curiosity getting the better of you. Their voices were low, tense. Something about borderlands, safe towns, hunters and scattered prey.

Then Remmick’s gaze flicked up—and caught you.

You instinctively tried to hide. He didn’t call you out, didn’t scold you. Just smiled—slow and sharp—and leaned back with a confidence that always felt more like a threat. His long fingers rose, and with two lazy taps of his index finger against his knee, he summoned you.

You froze. But the look in his eye made it clear: this wasn’t a request. Reluctantly, you took a step forward…and stopped again when his voice cut through the air, cool and commanding.

“No, doll. On all fours—like the good pet I know ye are.” There was a flicker of smug amusement behind his words, but his expression didn’t shift. The air felt heavier. The tension in your spine coiled tight.

You hesitated for just a second longer than you should have—then dropped down to your hands and knees, heart hammering. The earth was cool beneath your palms as you crawled toward him, your pride burning hot under your skin. When you reached him, he guided your head down onto his thigh with a touch that was both possessive and oddly gentle as he started mindlessly petting you.

He didn’t even pause in his conversation.

As if this were normal.

As if this was your place.

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep the shame from showing, eyes lowered while his fingers moved through your hair. The voices of the hive leaders blurred into the crackle of the fire as Remmick’s hand settled firmly on your head, anchoring you. He didn’t look at you again, but he didn’t need to. You were already there and his hand carded through your hair diligently.

Once the meeting over and the others had melted into the dark, their footsteps fading into the night, a quiet stillness settled over the camp.

Remmick hadn’t moved though.

His hand continued its slow rhythm through your hair, fingers tracing behind your ear, then combing back again gently. The fire cracked beside you once more, then came his voice, low and soft, but undeniably smug as he glanced down at you.

“Good girl.”

You stiffened slightly at the praise. The words curled around your spine like smoke, both soothing and unsettling. He wasn’t teasing—not exactly. There was something genuine there, but layered beneath the softness was that same possessive pride he always carried when he felt he’d gotten his way.

You didn’t look up. Didn’t answer.

But he noticed the way your fingers curled against your thigh, the slight shiver in your breath and his smile deepened.

“See ?” he murmured fondly, his thumb brushing against your temple. “Told ye you’d warm up to me.”

He leaned down just enough for his breath to brush your ear, his grin audible in his voice as he added one word.

“Eventually.”

You closed your eyes. He didn’t stop petting you. His fingers grew longer as he suddenly traced circles at the back of your neck as well. You sighed and he observed your every reaction carefully. He looked at your strands/curls/waves and the way they shone in the light of the fire.

Such a beautiful sight…

An hour later :

You barely had time to wake up and brace yourself before Remmick whistled, calling the other vampires into action. “Let’s move out !”

The other vampires scrambled into their own carriages, and soon the small caravan was in motion. For once, Remmick didn’t seem to have anything to say. The silence felt oddly peaceful, and you leaned back against the canvas of the caravan, letting your eyelids flutter shut again. The rhythmic sound of the wheels on the dirt road and the clip-clop of the horses’ hooves began to lull you into a half-sleep, the gentle sway of the carriage making it hard to stay fully alert. You hadn’t realized how tired you were until your body gave in to the pull of sleep.

Unbeknownst to you, Remmick’s eyes never left you, studying you quietly as you slept, your body relaxing as the night drew on.

Hours later, the caravan jerked to a halt. The sudden stop jolted you awake, your eyes snapping open. You rubbed at your eyes, adjusting to the first light of morning. The sky was streaked with purples and pinks, like cotton candy brushed across the horizon. For a moment, you forgot where you were, a fleeting moment of peace.

Then, as if your body had betrayed you, Remmick crawled inside the caravan with a smirk plastered on his face. “Your turn to take the reins, darlin’.”

You looked up at him, wary.

His eyes glinted darkly. “But don’t try anythin’ funny…or my vampire friends will be more than happy to kill ye and yer entire village—including your beloved brother and yer cousin that I conveniently left alive.”

A cold knot formed in your stomach at the threat. Your heart sank, the image of your family flashing before your eyes. You swallowed hard, nodded in understanding, and reluctantly climbed out of the caravan. You felt Remmick’s footsteps behind you as you approached the front, where the horses were tethered. You tried not to show your nerves, but your hands trembled as you reached for the reins—looking around to find the other ‘pets’ doing the same so their masters could rest. Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself and urged the horses forward. They responded with a slow gallop, and for a few moments, you allowed yourself to feel the wind in your face, the rising warmth of the morning sun. The peacefulness of the moment almost tricked you into forgetting the nightmare you were living.

But just as you neared a neighboring town, the caravan came to a halt again.

A group of farmers appeared from the trees, wearing dusty overalls and straw hats. Their skin was tanned by the sun, their eyes curious as they watched the procession.

“Heya, Miss ! Good day to ya.” One of them said.

You smiled, a reflex you had perfected. “Good day to you, sirs.”

The farmers seemed surprised by your friendly greeting, but one of them stepped forward with a friendly grin. “Say, where ya folks headin’ ?”

“Us ?” You kept the smile in place and suppressed a laugh as you continued. “We’re a singing crew. We entertain people all over. You should definitely catch our show tonight. It’s gonna be a real killer.”

The farmers exchanged confused glances. One of them pointed at the covered carriages. “Say…whatcha got in ‘em there wagons, darlin’ ?”

You forced a smile. “Lots of things. Instruments, banjos, drums, all kinds of stuff. You’ll have the time of your life listening to them tonight, I reckon.”

The farmer who has greeted you earlier seemed to study you as you spoke, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. Then another piped up with a question that you were dreading.

“Say…if you’re a singin’ crew, why ain’t ya playin’ no music right now ?”

You faked a laugh as you could feel the other pets worrying behind you. “Oh you wanna hear us, huh ? We usually wait to get inside the people’s living places to get our songs going. Wouldn’t wanna spoil the surprise and all…”

The first farmer relaxed slightly, as if he was buying your story. “Ah. Gotya. You said you’ll be performin’ in town tonight, huh ?”

You nodded. “Yup. We usually perform for folks at night, you know…the lighting’s better, with the lanterns and torches.”

They seemed to buy that explanation, and the tension lifted slightly. “We get that. We’ll spread the word. Might come watch y’all tonight.”

You couldn’t help the faint falter in your smile. “Sure. You do that. It’ll be one hell of a show…”

Sure, and you’ll also love the bloodsuckers who are gonna eat you all up like candy tonight…You thought darkly.

The farmer nodded and pointed towards the inn ahead. “There’s a place for y’all. Folks’ll be happy to see ya.”

You nodded, forcing another smile as you thanked them and steered the horses forward. The carriages reached the inn, and you glanced at the other humans dragging their vampire masters’ boxes, each carrying them inside. Your eyes landed on the box where Remmick was resting.

What were you supposed to do with him now ? Get him a room ?

The other human pets were pushing the boxes into the inn, carefully maneuvering them through the door. It seemed like the vampires would remain tucked away in their boxes until nightfall, as always. You glanced back at the carriages, realizing you would have to deal with Remmick and his box, just like the others. You groaned, feeling the weight of the task ahead. Slipping down from the front of the first carriage, you grabbed the box and began the struggle to carry it into the inn. You sighed, trying to ignore how heavy it was as you hauled it up the stairs to your room.

“You’re so damn heavy for an average-built Irish vampire, you know that ? And I hope you feel every single stair once I get you up there, you bastard.” Despite your complaints, you finally managed to get the box into a room. You locked the door behind you, dragged the box in the center of the room, and then sat on the floor, staring at it. You knew what would come next, but for now, there was nothing to do but wait.

As the sun began to set and the light outside faded, you leaned back, eyes closed, only half-aware of the shuffling sounds coming from inside the box. The wood creaked, and a low groan filtered out from the darkness within.

You rolled your eyes. “You finally awake, bloodsucker ?”

There was a moment of silence before Remmick’s voice, deep and unmistakably Irish, came from within the box. “Yes. And I felt every single bump on the road, and every damn stair on the way up, ye bitch.”

You snorted. “Aww, did you feel that ? Sorry, ‘master’.”

Remmick’s voice chuckled darkly from inside the box. “Very funny, darlin’. Now open the box so I can get out of this damn thing. I’m sick of bein’ squished.”

You rolled your eyes. “Typical. You always expect me to do your bidding…How about you get out yourself ?”

You heard a dramatic sigh from inside the box. “Fine, darlin’. If ye wanna do this the hard way…”

Before you could react, the lid of the box was thrown open, and Remmick crawled out, stretching his limbs like a cat. He rose to his feet and scanned the room, before turning his attention back to you, sitting on the floor with your legs crossed. He smirked at you, clearly pleased to finally be out of the box.

“Here ye are, me darlin’ !”

You stood up, arms crossed, meeting his gaze with a cool glare. “Had a nice nap, leech ?”

Remmick chuckled, his eyes lighting up with amusement. “Oh wonderful. The bumps and jostling were just perfect for a restful sleep. Very comfy. Thank ye for takin’ such good care of me, sweet thing. To be honest, I expected ye to crack and admit to those farmers what was in the boxes, but ya didn’t ! Look at ye, bein’ a good lil’ sweetheart.”

You scoffed, the sarcasm thick in your voice. “Oh yeah, real sweetheart, am I ? What was I supposed to do ? Let them tear open the box and see your pale, fang-filled, undead face ? Let ‘em drag you out in the sun and watch you burn to a crisp ? Mind you, I would have loved the show. But you said you’d kill me and my family, remember ? So, yeah. Bad luck for me.”

Remmick’s smirk only widened, clearly amused as he playfully tutted. “Me poor lil’ pet. But I must admit, I’m mighty pleased with your obedience, darlin’. You didn’t try anything funny during the journey, and you didn’t tell those farmers a thing, even though you’re madder than a hornet. You’ve been such a good pet fer me.” He leaned forward and kissed your cheek, whispering in your ear, “Me lil’ treasure is learnin’ to behave.”

You immediately grimaced, wiping your cheek where his lips had been. “Eww. Never do that again.”

He only chuckled, clearly enjoying your disgust. He wandered around the room, running a hand over the dusty furniture as he inspected your surroundings. He stopped by the curtain, lifting it with a grin. “Looks like we’ll be spendin’ the night here, darlin’. I sure hope that bed’s big enough fer the two of us.”

You stiffened, eyes wide in horror. “I got money for a second room. I ain’t sharing shit with you.”

Remmick’s grin deepened, eyes glittering with amusement. He sauntered over to the bed, yanking the blanket back with a flourish.

“Oh, now, darlin’, ye ain’t gettin’ away that easy,” he drawled, stalking back to you with long, confident strides.  “I’m not one for bein’ polite about my comforts. That means you’re joinin’ me.”

He reached out, one pale hand brushing your arm. You shrank back instinctively and he seemed genuinely hurt for a second.

“I mean…Ye can take the other bed in the room,” he offered before smirking, “but it’ll be on the floor. No mattress, no blankets. How lovely ! And comfy.”

Your jaw clenched as you met his gaze.  “Fine,” you spat, forcing yourself to stay upright even as your limbs trembled.  “I’ll sleep on the floor then, you absolute monster.”

Remmick chuckled—a low, satisfied sound—and walked over to the far corner. He kicked aside a few dusty boxes until he’d cleared a small patch of floor.  With a sweep of his hand, he indicated the spot. “There ye go. Make yourself comfortable, sweetheart.”

You humphed then knelt down and curled up on the cold wood. The chill seeped through your clothes, but you refused to give up. Remmick climbed onto the bed, lying on his back with one arm flung over his eyes.  His chest rose and fell in the slow rhythm of someone already drifting towards sleep. The fucker couldn’t even sleep ! Could he ? You had seen him with the obvious symptoms and consequences of sleep but…could he actually sleep ?

You stared at the ceiling, the distant flicker of torchlight from outside painting shifting patterns on the wood beams. Thoughts of escape, resistance, and revenge played through your mind in a restless carousel.

Somewhere behind you, Remmick muttered as if to himself. “Ye know, it is real comfy on the bed. Feels like heaven.”

His taunt sparked a renewed fire in your chest. You pressed your back against the wall, closed your aching eyes, and swore silently:

Tomorrow, you’d find a way out.

…

When you woke up, you saw Remmick setting back into bed. You turned around slightly to find his mouth covered with blood…He must have gone hunting. You grimaced and went to the bathroom before throwing a wet towel at him.

The vampire caught the towel and began to wipe his chin. “Dunno why you’re so upset, darlin’. Ye should be thankin’ me. I hunted so I wouldn’t have to use ye.”

You froze.

“What did you just say ?”

The vampire smirked and continued wiping his mouth with the towel. “I said, ye should be thankin’ me, dolly.”

You rolled your eyes. The absolute nerve ! “For what ? Turning me into your little human pet to drag you from town to town to feed on innocent people ?”

The vampire dropped the towel on the floor, his gaze fixed on you with a predatory intensity as he sneered. “Mind yer manners, pet. I chose ya. You could have ended up in me belly, but I chose ya to be my human companion. Ye should be happy—glad.”

You scoffed, glaring at him with a mocking look. “Happy ? To be your little blood-cow ? To be stuck with your ass ? To never have a choice again ? Yeah. I’m over the moon.”

The vampire’s smirk widened, amused and entertained by your sudden defiance. “Ye got some real gall, talkin’ to me like that, darlin’. But I like it.” He sauntered over to you and giggled. “I never had a human companion like ye before. Never really saw the appeal of pets—to be honest. But oh I luv ye, me pet.”

You backed up, suddenly feeling repulsed by his touch. “Don’t you dare touch me, bloodsucker. And don’t you ever say you love me, you goddamn parasite.”

The vampire chuckled, not deterred by your reaction. “Oh darlin’, yer gonna learn to luv me. I’ll make ye luv me. ‘Tis a promise.” He moved quickly, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you towards him. “C’mon…Please ? Look at me. Ain’t I adorable ?"

You struggled and resisted, trying to push him away. “No ! Stop this ! Don’t you touch me ! Don’t—”

But your words were cut off as the vampire put a hand around your neck, not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to keep you from speaking again. Your heart hammered in your chest and you tried not to let fear overwhelm you. He could kill you. But you wanted to die…right ? It would be…an escape. And it would be quicker than fire with his fangs and nails. The vampire chuckled, clearly enjoying your fear. With a single finger, he lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re afraid, darlin’. But you shouldn’t be. I ain’t gonna hurt ya. You should be honored—I chose ya. You’re me pet, me lil’ love.”

You trembled in response and he felt it. He nuzzled your cheek and grinned. “Oooh…I get it now. I know what this is. I was in the box all day and ye missed me. Aww…’M so sorry me darlin’. Ye were just desperate fer me attention and I didn’t notice. Me poor wee baby.”

Your anger flared at his patronizing tone. “Don’t you dare call me that.”

The vampire chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you. “Oooh…Ye think you can boss me around, darlin’ ? Aww…Me pretty thing. Ye wanna be me mistress ? S’that it ?”

You pushed against him, trying to free yourself from his grip. “No ! I just want you to let go of me and take your nasty leech-self far away from me !”

The vampire smirked and tightened his grip on you, pulling you flush against his body.

“And just where dye think I’ll be goin’, darlin’?” He kissed your cheek again and drool fell down his chin. “Ye smell so good and look at all that plump lil’ cheek. All fleshy and bouncy. I wish I could just sink my teeth in there…” He smooched that cheek ten times over. “Mwah ! Mwah ! Mwah !”

You felt sick to your stomach as he pawed at you with his cold hands. He was just so...revolting. And yet he smelled like leather, cigars, cinnamon. 

“Get your filthy hands off me ! You damn monster !” You pushed against him again, desperate to free yourself from his grasp. Remmick laughed, thoroughly amused by your struggles. He held you tight as he nuzzled his face into your neck, taking in your scent with a deep breath.

“Mmm….Me dolly” His nose moved from your hair towards your collar, and he placed a cold kiss on your bare skin. “Ye really missed me, didn’t ya ? Aww…Me cute lil’ baby birdie. I could just eat ya up ! Sweet as ye are !"

You glared at him, refusing to give in. “No. I wasn’t missing you at all. I was enjoying having you in that damn box. Wish I had more of them to shove you in.”

The vampire chuckled and pulled back, looking at you with a smug expression.

“You’ve got quite the smart mouth on ye. And I adore it. And oh do I luv those cute lil’ insults, darlin’. It’s one of me favorite things about ye. Keep ‘em coming. Yer lil’ words are like music to mine ears.” He chuckled against your skin, his breath cold on your neck. “You’re all fire and spice, me darlin’.”

He kissed that same spot multiple times before running his nose along your jaw. You shuddered in disgust, feeling sick to your stomach as he nuzzled your neck.

“Knock it off, bloodsucker ! And I’ll never warm up to you. I hate you and I’ll always hate you.”

He looked up at you with mock-offended eyes. “…No ?”

You rolled your eyes, thoroughly unamused by his act. “No. I will never like you. You’re a bloodsucking undead monster. I’ll always despise you, you vile abomination.”

His mouth parted slightly. “But I am doin’ me best here. Am tryin’ to be good to ye. I like ye. I take care of ye. I luv me pet...” He started tracing little crosses with his index over your chest. You tried to suppress a shiver as he made those little cross signs.

“You could never be good. You’re a creature from hell. You have no soul. You’re soulless, evil, vile…” He interrupted you with an annoyed humph. You rolled your eyes as he made that sound before continuing. “You are a parasite. And no matter what you say, I will not fall for your tricks. Do you hear me, leech ?”

The vampire nodded, a smirk on his lips. “Sure darlin’. I hear ye. Clear as day. Am an evil parasite, and you hate me.” He then took you by the waist to straddle him on the bed as he fell back on it. He grinned. “But I guess ye didn’t hear me. I said I like ye. Me lil’ sweetheart. Luv me some good fire. Can’t wait to have a taste of that blood. I bet it tastes like lava cake. I do not believe I’ve had a sample yet, have I ?”

The air was thick with tension, and your stomach churned as Remmick’s words sank in. You fought the urge to puke as he pulled you into his lap, his cold, predatory eyes glinting with amusement.

“And you never will.” You spat with finality, trying to shove him away, but his grip was ironclad.

“Aw, darlin’, ye wound me,” he mocked, enjoying your struggle far too much. His fingers tightened around your waist as he leaned in, his cold lips brushing against your neck. You shuddered, feeling his breath against your skin, and tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened, his body pressing you closer. His lips trailed along your jaw, his words a dark whisper.

“Ye know, the more ye fight, the more I want ye. Makes me wanna keep ye forever, pet.”

A wave of disgust flooded over you, but you clenched your fists and forced yourself to stay calm. “Don’t you dare,” you warned, your voice a shaky breath despite your attempts to sound defiant. Remmick chuckled darkly in response, clearly enjoying every moment of your resistance. His hand slid up your back, his thumb tracing over your skin in a slow, maddening motion.

“Can’t blame a vampire for wantin’ what’s his, can ya, me pretty dolly ?” he murmured, pressing his lips against your throat. “You’re mine now. We agreed on the rules. Can’t go back on ‘em now. Ye promised to listen to me and do whatever I want.”

You twisted in his grip, managing to free one arm enough to slam your elbow into his chest. It did nothing, of course—he barely flinched—but it was enough to break the intimate moment, if only for a second.

“Get off me, you filthy bloodsucker,” you hissed, your face twisted with disgust. You pushed at his chest again, harder this time, but he simply grinned, unbothered by your resistance.

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that, sweetheart,” he teased. “Ye think I’d let ye go after all this ?”

His hand tightened around your waist. His breath came in slow, deliberate sips against your skin, and his voice dropped to a low, dangerous murmur.

“You’re mine. You’re gonna learn to respect that—respect me,” he whispered, brushing his lips against your ear. “I can make ye feel so good, darlin’. Ye just don’t know it yet. All ye need is a lil’ convincin’.”

The anger boiled in your chest, but beneath that, a cold wave of fear washed over you. This wasn’t just about control anymore. This was about breaking you.

“You’ll never make me like you,” you snarled, eyes narrowing with determination. “I’d rather die.”

He laughed, a deep, throaty chuckle that sent a chill down your spine. “Maybe. But I think ye’ll change yer mind eventually. ’Cause I won’t stop until ye do. And believe me, am one stubborn motherfucker.”

His mouth pressed to your neck, and you closed your eyes, trying to push the image of him out of your mind. But the sensation of his lips against your skin, his cool fingers brushing against you, made it impossible to ignore.

“You’re a monster,” you whispered hoarsely, your body trembling.

“Yep. But tonight ?” Remmick replied softly, his voice low with amusement. “I’m a monster who knows how to treat his lil’ pet right.”

You swallowed the bile that rose in your throat and pushed against his chest one last time, but it was no use. He wasn’t letting you go. You were trapped. And you hated every second of it. You tried to push him off of you again, but he was far too strong. He seemed to enjoy the control, relishing in the way you struggled beneath him. His cold breath against your skin made your stomach churn.

“You’ll NEVER have my blood, you monster ! If you drink from me, I’ll kill you.”

His eyes gleamed with amusement as he giggled, pressing a cold kiss to your inner wrist. “But I am starvin’, darlin’ ! Please ?”

You clenched your jaw, the horror of his touch flooding you, but you forced yourself to remain resolute. There was no way you would let him drink from you. “No. I’ll fight you every step of the way, you rotten, undead bastard.”

He sighed dramatically, as if you were just being difficult. “That’s not very nice, darlin’. I mean…I could always go downstairs and kill everyone instead ? That’d certainly satisfy me urges.”

He started to move, clearly considering leaving to hunt elsewhere, but you couldn’t let him. Summoning every ounce of strength, you managed to pin him down.

“ALRIGHT ! Alright…” You finally complied and held him with all your weight, the adrenaline pushing you past the overwhelming fear. “You listen to me, damn bloodsucker. You wanna drink ? You drink from me !”

His eyes widened slightly, the surprise flickering across his face. No mortal had ever dared to act like this before. But instead of being angry, he seemed amused.

“Ooooh, arentcha full of surprises, darlin’ ?” He grinned, clearly entertained. “You now want me to drink from ye, eh ? Don’t want no other human to get me attention, innit ? Me sweetheart…C’mon, gimme some blood then. Show me where ye want me.”

You rolled your eyes at his ridiculous attempt at making an explicit joke, but knew you’d have to play along. He was such a…prick. You then realised that for a vampire, he was unlike any you’d read in stories. He was rude and lacked all class. Sighing in exasperation, you lifted your hair, exposing your throat to him. You could already feel your skin crawl, but if this was the only way…

He sniffed, clearly unimpressed before uttering one word only.

“Unpractical.”

You frowned, confused by his cryptic words. “What’s unpractical ?”

He chuckled before tapping your neck significantly. “Yer neck, darlin’. As much as I like the idea of suckin’ on that soft, creamy flesh o’ yers, it’s not very practical if I wanna keep ye alive.”

The vampire sat up, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he traced a finger over your exposed pulse point. “The neck’s the worst place on the body to take blood from. You’re lucky I know that. Otherwise, you’d be drained dry.”

Before you could react, he flipped you over, pinning you back down on the bed in a swift, fluid motion. You gasped, the air knocked from your lungs, and suddenly, he was on top of you again, straddling you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. You clenched your fists in frustration but quickly gave in, lifting your wrist to show him where your veins ran blue beneath the skin.

“Drink from me here then, you monster. You better not take any more than you need. And if you tear my flesh…I’ll find a way to kill you. I’ll find a way, I swear I will. Even if I become one of your vampire followers. Now get down here, leech…”

His eyes gleamed with excitement, clearly enjoying your fiery attitude. “Oh, I’m really lovin’ this, darlin’. You’re bein’ extra feisty. And bossy. Just the way I like ye.”

He grabbed your wrist, bringing it to his mouth, licking the skin with his cold tongue as he assessed the perfect place to bite. You shuddered at the contact, but your resolve stayed strong. “Now, let’s not get hasty. No biting. Remember. I am not interested in becoming a part of your hell hive.”

He chuckled darkly, not deterred by your demand. “Y’are a very curious creature, darlin’. Tell me—how dya expect me to drink yer blood without bitin’ ye ?”

You huffed, irritated. “Don’t play dumb. I know about your nails, Mister Claws. Use those.”

His smirk widened and he remarked approvingly. “Observant. Not bad.”

He then ran his thumbnail over your wrist, eyeing the vein with hungry anticipation. “Just a lil’ incision…right here.”

He positioned his claw delicately against your skin, still watching the pulse beneath, ready to strike. You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for what was coming. He was clearly enjoying this game, but you couldn’t show him how much he was rattling you. This was the only way you could survive—for now. And if you managed to escape later, you’d make sure he’d regret this.

“Just get it over with, bloodsucker,” you spat.

The vampire chuckled darkly, his claws lightly pricking your skin. His eyes glinted as he watched the drop of blood form, then leaned down to lick it, savoring it like a fine wine. But the taste…it was unexpected. Sweet and a little spicy. He drank and closed his eyes. He had already tasted that particular brand somewhere. But where ? When ? He licked his lips and a few drops fell. Red…Bright red. Almost too red. Suddenly, a jolt of recognition sparked in his eyes.

“…A virgin.” He finally realised and looked down at you with a bloody smile. “Ah ! Yer one of those !”

You stiffened, immediately realizing what he meant. He could taste your purity…in your blood. The sudden realization sent a wave of violation through you, though you quickly scolded yourself. You were already in a situation far beyond what was appropriate, and yet his words made it feel even worse. Remmick seemed to sense it, licking his lips with a gleam of amusement. He paused, taking in your reaction before his gaze flicked back to you, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Shoulda guessed it. With yer attitude. No wonder you’re a virgin. Stubborn, rude, unapproachable and bossy…And I knew yer father was really lookin’ forward to seein’ ye get married. But this…Oh, me pet. Yer a damn gift ! But really—I feel silly fer not havin’ figured that one out earlier. How could anyone get close enough to ye to even want ye, hmm ?” He chuckled lowly, but his words stung deeper than you expected.

As he continued to feed, his lips trailed from your wrist to your hand, his cold touch leaving shivers in its wake. Your mind screamed at the unnaturalness of it all, and yet…something inside you was responding, disgustingly. You shut the thought away. You scoffed, trying to find your words, anything to make him stop. “Says the vampire who nobody wants in their house. You’re so desperate, you created your own little family, didn’t you ? Because no actual normal person would ever want you.”

The vampire froze, his eyes narrowing, momentarily stunned by your words. You could see the shift in his demeanor, that playful exterior faltering for a moment before it hardened. The response had clearly struck a nerve, and for once, you found satisfaction in the fact that you’d shaken him.

He grabbed your jaw, forcing your face towards his. “Ye think ye can talk to me like that, darlin’ ?” His voice was cold now, the playfulness gone. “Haven’t ye learned anythin’ ?”

You smirked, unyielding. “Oh, what’s the matter, Remmick ? Did I hit a sore spot ? You had to make your little ‘family’ because no one ever wanted you. I bet everyone hates you, even when you were human nobody could stand you.”

The vampire’s grip tightened, and his lips curled into a snarl. You saw the flicker of hurt behind his anger, though he quickly masked it.

“Ye think you know me, darlin’ ? Ye don’t know a damn thing,” he hissed, and you could feel his rage boiling over.

You pressed on, feeling emboldened by his apparent weak spot. “I know you. You were lonely. That’s why you made them, wasn’t it ? You couldn’t get anyone to love you, so you forced them to. You’re nothing but a parasite, Remmick.”

He slammed you back onto the bed, his face hovering inches from yours. His eyes were dark and you knew he was barely suppressing his rage. But beneath that darkness, you saw something that unsettled you: a deep sorrow.

“You think they’re prisoners ?” he spat, his voice dangerously low. “I made ‘em immortal. I gave ‘em purpose. They’re me children !”

Your words came out without thinking, but they felt right. “No, they’re not your children, Remmick. They’re your captives. You didn’t give them life—you stole it.”

He growled, the sound thick with fury. “They wanted this. They needed it.”

You scoffed, unimpressed. “Yeah ? Like they had a choice ? You’ve got them on a leash, Remmick. They don’t love you—they fear you.”

His face twisted in anger, but there was something in his gaze that flickered, something that seemed regretful. It only made you press on harder. “You’re a leech. You suck the life out of everything you touch, Remmick. You’re nothing but a parasite, feeding off of everyone.”

In one swift movement, he grabbed your throat, his fingers digging into your skin as he lifted you off the bed. His eyes were dark, murder in them, but still, he remained eerily composed.

“Ye don’t know a thing about me, do you ?” he muttered, his voice thick with suppressed rage. “I didn’t choose this life. It chose me.”

He seemed to hesitate, and for a fleeting moment, his composure cracked. Then, like a switch, it was gone. He chuckled bitterly, shaking his head.

“My human life…” His voice was hollow, the weight of years pressing down on him. “I was a farmer’s son. I had nothing. The British…they took everythin’ from me. I was starving. My father died, my sisters too. And then, when I was turned, I became something…better. Something no one could ever take from me. I was wanted—finally.”

You felt something twist inside you, empathy you weren’t prepared for. You stared at him, no longer angry, just quiet, as his fingers tightened, his grip unrelenting.

“But nothing’s changed, Remmick. You still don’t have what you want. You’re still alone, even with your ‘children’. You can have all the power in the world, but it won’t change the fact that you can’t be loved.”

He stopped breathing for a moment, something flickering in his eyes. And then, like a crack opening, he whispered.

“People do love me. Me hive loves me. I don’t need to depend on anyone. I decide who stays. Not the other way around.”

You couldn’t help yourself. “And how much of that is real love, huh ? They follow you because they have no choice. It’s not love. It’s fear. You’re just a monster who can’t see it.”

His gaze hardened again. “You’re wrong.”

You met his stare unflinchingly. “No, I’m not. You’re not loved. You’re feared. And you know it.”

He growled in frustration, his hand tightening around your throat, but then his voice dropped, and something ancient, deep, echoed in his words. “Dún do bhéal.”

The words, whispered in a language older than time, hung in the air between you both like a final warning. Being threatened snapped you out of whatever feelings of pity you had. You felt yourself getting scared again, and you realized that the vampire was terrifying when he chose to be. His voice was like dark steel, and his grip on your neck grew tighter.

You remained as motionless as you could.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, and the vampire seemed to be taking in every detail of you for the first time. You could hear his sharp, cold breaths. You felt his grip loosen, and you exhaled a little.

"You..." His voice sounded different now. Almost...intrigued. His nose moved over your body, inhaling your scent slowly. He then looked at your neck. The vampire’s eyes looked slightly...changed. And a little smile appeared on his face.

You frowned in confusion.

“What’s with the creepy smile ?”

Remmick leaned in so that his nose rested against the crook of your neck, and he inhaled deeply. He then chuckled in an amused, almost disbelieving way. His words came out slightly muffled, against your skin. “Ye lil’ freak. Ye like this, don’t ye…?”

You frowned, confused.

He laughed. “~Oh…That’s priceless. I feel your pulse quicken. Your heart racing. I can smell it, darlin’. Ye like this ! Ye like fightin’ me !"

You stiffened, feeling a mixture of terror and something else as he looked back down at you.  He chuckled again, his hot breath moving your hair. “It was to be expected. You’re completely untouched, like an uncarved piece of meat. No one has ever been with you. No one ever wanted you. But you want to be wanted, don’t you, darlin’ ? You’re so lonely...I can feel it. You were always alone. So alone…Just a poor lil’ girl wishing to be loved."

You felt more vulnerable and scared than ever. He was getting inside your head and reading you like a book, and it was terrifying. But there was some truth in his words: You had always been alone. Isolated. You had no one now. Your father was dead and you would probably never see your brother or family again. You wanted to respond, but found yourself speechless.

The vampire smirked against your skin, like he was relishing this discovery. He then placed a soft kiss to your jawline. His voice was soft now, as light as a feather. “Such a poor lil’ baby. Always so lonely and alone, so scared to be touched...You’ve never been with anyone. Never even been held by a tender lover before. You’d give anything to be wanted, wouldn’t ye, darlin’...? You would give up your body to anyone who’ll hold you or tell ye they luv ye.”

Your eyes became glassy.

“…Stop.”

His gaze stayed fixed on you, and his voice grew slightly more tender. He gently moved your hair out of your face, examining you closely. “You’re willin’ to be used as long as it means someone wants you…even if it’s just for a moment. What’s it matter anyway, darlin’...? Ydr life’s been nothing but loneliness and isolation. And that makes ye desperate.”

You wanted to deny it, but only smiled sadly at him at the end. “That might be right. But you are not someone. You are…a leech. I wanted to be loved by humans. But…you are not human anymore.”

There was a small flash of hurt in the vampire’s gaze at your words, but he quickly recovered, and his smirk returned. But this time it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I know, darlin’. You want a human man. A man who can hold you and touch you. A human man who can give ye lil’ babies.”

You huffed. “Babies or not…as long as he’d love me.”

The vampire’s grip on your throat loosened even further, and he took in a deep breath, looking almost...wistful. “But men would not want ye…even then. You are a strange creature, darlin’...You’re so hardheaded. And so bossy. And a lil’ mouthy. Loud. Men want women who are sweet and docile. They want a woman who’s soft, and gentle. They don’t want a woman like ye.”

You stared at the ceiling. “…Perhaps. But I prefer to be alone than in bad company. I do not understand how humans work or what they expect—but I know what I am worth. And if they do not want me ? Then that is their choice. Not mine.”

The vampire paused for a moment, and a small, sad smile formed on his face. “There’s nothing to understand, darlin’. They don’t know what they want.”

You looked at him. “And you do ?”

The vampire’s gaze shifted to your neck, to the exposed flesh there. He paused for a moment, as if entranced.  “I do. But you don’t wanna know, darlin’. I know what I am. What I need. I am a monster. But, humans can be even bigger monsters than I am. They can be cruel, liars and selfish. They are greedy…and they will use ye. They will take and they will take until ye have nothing else to give, and then they will leave you. If you’re lucky, they’ll use ye up first. Most of the time, they’ll just leave ye, hollow and broken.”

You sighed and shook your head. “But they are behind so many beautiful things. Art, music, love…”

The vampire laughed, his dark eyes glinting in the light. “Art, music, luv…? That’s a joke. I know art. I know music. I know luv. Those human artists and composers and luvers don’t give a crap about anyone but themselves. I have seen it in this world, darlin’. Their so-called beauty is just a disguise to cover up their selfishness. The artists are only after wealth and glory and recognition. The luvers are only concerned about their own pleasure. Humans only do things fer themselves. None of them can truly luv.”

You hummed. “Then tell me, why do I crave it ? Why do we crave love and affection when it is unnecessary and unreciprocated ?”

The vampire wise beyond centuries chuckled again and answered with a shrug. “Ye humans are fools. Ye are weak creatures. Yer only goal in life is to fill a hole. Ye fill it with food, and sex, and love, and material things. Ye think that will make ya feel complete. And it lasts for a bit…but you get used to it, don’t ya ? And once somethin’ gets boring, you’re off to the next thing. Always lookin’ to fill the hole.”

You scoffed at the irony in his words. “…Isn’t that why you started the hive ? To fill that hole ?”

Something flickered in the vampire’s eyes at your question, an old pain and anger. He smirked at you, his voice dark and cold. “I wanted to create a family because I lost mine a long time ago, lassie. To have a home is the most important thing one can possess. I was tired of being alone, without anythin’ to ground me to the earth. I was tired of wanderin’ this world alone. So I found those who I could share blood with, who I could mold my own image onto. And I will never be alone again, darlin’. Never.”

You stared at him and asked. “…Was it worth losing your soul over ?”

Remmick seemed to genuinely think about it before he responded. “I only lost what I wished to lose. And besides, being a vampire is far better than being human. I’m powerful now. And I can do whatever I want. And I never have to be hungry again.”

Your jaw twitched. “Was it worth losing the pleasures of a life lived to the fullest ? Was it worth a life—your life ?”

The smirk returned on the vampire’s face. He seemed amused by your questions now. “Pleasures of life…? That doesn’t exist. None of those lil’ things like sunlight or food or touch or love are pleasurable. No one’s ever been satisfied with that. Not really. That’s why people always want more…and why they always end up unhappy. I’m free now. The only thing I fear is emptiness and loneliness. And I will never be empty as long as I feed or lonely as long as I have my hive with me. Those so-called ‘pleasures’ are nothing but illusions. It’s all an illusion. Nothing is permanent. It fades. And that’s all life has to offer. Temporary lil’ moments that fade as quickly as they come. I’m free of all of that now. I have no need for such temporary, frivolous things anymore.”

You tilted your head. “…Don’t you miss anything at all ?”

There was a flicker in Remmick’s gaze at that, but he quickly buried the expression. “Why would I miss me life ? I’m much better off now. I have anythin’ I could ever want or need. My old life is so far behind me now that it hardly even exists anymore. It’s meaningless.”

You sighed. “It could have been a good life led. What point is there to become immortal when nothing comes anymore ? Nothing exciting. Nothing really new…And even then, you are still unsatisfied—unfulfilled.”

The vampire let out a scoffing noise. “Unfulfilled. Now that’s a crock. I have everything I could ever want. Nothin’ is denied to me. Ye should learn to not yearn for more, darlin’. Learn to be satisfied. Ye humans only want more and more and more…”

You stared at him. “…Because we know there is a day when everything will be over and no pleasures allowed. You wouldn’t understand—not anymore.”

The vampire laughed at that. “Oh, darlin’. Humans are so stupid and sentimental. Y’all walk around, worrying about yer health, and yer job, and what you’ve done or haven’t done yet. I’ve been walkin’ this earth for centuries, as I am now. I know that everything is temporary. But I know how to live in the moment. I enjoy myself. I do not concern meself with tomorrow.”

You closed your eyes and sighed. “But…You have no tomorrow. No yesterday. No today.”

The vampire smirked, his gaze fixated on your face. He found this turn of conversation rather odd, and yet interesting. “I have the present, darlin’. That’s all I need. I have me music, and I have me food, I have me hive. Everythin’ I need to be content.”

You hummed. “Then you should go downstairs. Do your show and feed your children…if that is really your choice.”

The vampire chuckled. He was having fun with this little game. “Ye say that like you’re givin’ me a choice. Ain’t that generous of you, darlin’.”

You smiled weakly. “…There is no choice. You already made yours. And my heart squeezes at the thought that whoever made you what you are dared to call it a gift.”

“Gift.” He repeated and sounded like he was trying to taste the word to see how it felt on his tongue. His hand lingered on your jaw, his touch oddly tender for someone so cold and lethal. It was a contradiction, much like the rest of him: powerful and yet somehow still craving something more, something that eluded him. He studied your face, his dark eyes scanning you like a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve. The faintest flicker of something, something close to regret or longing, passed through his gaze before it hardened once more.

“Ye talk like ye understand me, like ye see through the mask. But ye don’t, darlin’.”

You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze head-on.

“And yet,” you replied softly, “you want me to understand you.”

He smirked, his fingers curling around your jaw with a firmness that matched his earlier grip. But this time, it wasn’t threatening. He just wanted your eyes on him. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just enjoyin’ the sound of someone who dares to talk back to me.”

You swallowed. There was truth in his words, a darkness that you could feel deep in your bones. But there was also something more, something that made your heart pound in a way that terrified and exhilarated you at once. You couldn’t tell if it was the fear of him or the strange pull he had on you, but you knew that this encounter was changing something inside you.

He leaned in closer. “Listen to me. You do not have to try to understand me, darling. You already do. Because in some way, I am you and you are me.” His lips brushed against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. He had no accent this time around. It felt strange…like he wasn’t Remmick anymore. You closed your eyes again, bracing for whatever came next. The mix of terror and desire that flooded you left you feeling dizzy. Part of you wanted to fight back, to push him away, to reclaim some semblance of control. But another part of you, the part he had exposed with his words, longed for the very thing you feared. The silence between you grew thick, charged with something unspoken, something dangerous. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, and you realized that this was not just a game for him. To him, this was a battle of wills. And despite the fear that gripped you, despite everything you had said, you knew deep down that you were already lost.

However, you suddenly realised what you were doing and opened your eyes before wrenching your head away from his grip.

“…Go.”

The vampire’s gaze grew sharper, and he let out an annoyed sigh.

“No.” His hand grasped your jaw again, forcing you to look at him. “I’m not leavin’.”

You huffed. “You need to lead your so-called children. Create new ones. Get the blood to sustain yourself…”

Remmick smiled at that, letting out an amused chuckle. His gaze roved over your face, taking in every detail. “I am an independent, grown vampire. The ‘children’ can tend to themselves for a while. I’m more interested in this...” His hand started tracing little circles on your belly. You looked down and frowned in incomprehension. But he only continued to trace his fingers over your abdomen. He looked like he was enjoying himself immensely. “Such a strange lil’ darlin’ ye are…most human women would be terrified right now, but ye only seem…curious. Ain’t that sweet.”

You stared at his hand on your stomach. “…Why does it matter ?”

Remmick chuckled. His hand slipping underneath your shirt to feel the warmth there. He then leaned down, resting his head against your shoulder. His dark hair tickled lightly against your cheek, and his voice was soft in your ear.

“Why does it matter…? You’re a lil’ odd. Just like me. It’s like ye…complete me. You want to understand. You’re…curious. I like it. Ye make me feel warm. So warm…"

You were surprised at how much he was touching you, how closely he was holding you. He was strangely...intimate with you. It was a bizarre contrast to how he had acted before. You suddenly found yourself reminded of an old quote, "The Devil can quote Scripture for his purpose…and Satan often appears in the guise of an angel of light." Your heart started pounding wildly in your chest. You found yourself breathing rather hard, and your thighs were starting to quiver in anticipation. You didn’t want this, did you...?

“…Remmick. Are you…the Devil ?”

The vampire chuckled, amused and intrigued by your question. He lifted his head from your shoulder and loomed over you. “Me a demon, darlin’ ? I haven’t a horn nor a hoof to me name. And I’ve got the best singin’ voice, which ought to count for somethin’.”

You blinked. “That wasn’t an answer.”

He bent down and placed a gentle kiss to your jawline. “No darlin’. I am neither angel nor devil. I’m no saint or prophet. I’m just…me. I’m a predator, just like all the other creatures in this world. I just like to enjoy the spoils. Don’t that excite ye, darlin’ ? You’re me lil’ darlin’ prey.”

You felt your eyes filled with tears and closed them. “Am I ? When will you finish me off then ?”

The vampire chuckled again, and it sounded almost…sweet. He continued to place soft kisses to your jaw and neck, and he took pleasure in how sensitive your skin was to his touch.  “Finish ye off, darlin’ ? Where’s the fun in that ? I’d like to take me time with ye. Whatya say ? What’s a lil’ spin between friends ?"

You found yourself holding your breath, unable to speak at first. You were paralyzed. The way he was pressing himself up against you was making you feel strange. You swallowed hard and found your voice again, though it was a little weak.  “So what ? You…wanna play with me, is that it ? Did nobody tell you not to play with your food in all the time you’ve been an undead ?"

He let out a breathy chuckle. “Don’t call yerself food, me pet. I have more…respect for ye than that. I want to enjoy ye…take me time with ye. Ain’t that more excitin’ than just finishin’ ye off and calling it a night ?”

You felt your heart beating faster and faster. His words were strange, but his body was pressing against you so intensely right now, and you could sense his…arousal. You should be scared. But you weren’t. For some reason, you were curious. He was a monster, a beast…but he wanted to savor you. To play with you. 

You were frozen, the conflicting feelings taking over your thoughts.

Remmick chuckled in amusement as he saw the conflicting thoughts taking over your expression. He pushed your thighs open and rested his waist between your legs. He then began to slowly grind into you, the pressure making your breath catch in your throat. 

He took a moment to inhale your scent, his nose running along your skin and his voice hoarse in your ear.  “I can hear yer heart racin’…Ye know, I tried to get me hands on a warm one before. But they usually don’t like me. I don’t know why. And the other vampires ? They are so cold…"

His words were so strange, so unexpected. No one had ever touched you like this before. He was so cold and yet you were starting to feel warm. His hands were running over your skin, everywhere, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. It was overwhelming. He let out a soft chuckle, his voice almost a whisper in your ear. “I like ye better like this…it’s warmer. It feels nice. I know with ye it’ll feel good. I tried to flirt with ye warmbloods before. But none of the warm ones ever bothered. Seems like they don’t think am worthy. And then I kill ‘em and the feeling is just off…”

Your head was spinning. This monster…this hunter…took pleasure in touching your skin, your body. What he was saying was insane…but the way he was talking to you...The vampire kept up his ministrations as he continued to grind against you. He was getting off on this just as much as you were. He moaned…How could a creature such as this feel pleasure ? He started to kiss your neck, the sound of his lips against your skin filled the air. He seemed unable to hold himself back. Every part of him needed to touch you, as if he had been starving for the contact. He inhaled you, and let out a hiss of pleasure.

One of his finger hooked itself at the collar of your dress to gain access to your shoulder as he peppered it with soft kisses. He was about to continue by opening the laces at the front…

But then, Stack came in with a loud slam of the door and a wide grin on his face.

“REM ! Come on ! Our show is about to start ! We need you downstairs, man !”

Remmick let out a long, annoyed groan the moment Stack’s voice broke the tension. His forehead dropped against your neck with an audible thump, his breath chilling your skin as he exhaled deeply through clenched teeth.

“Dammit, Stack…”

You blinked, dazed and still trying to process everything—your heart thudding wildly from his closeness, the things he’d said, the way he’d touched you. And now…now he was whining in disappointment from having been interrupted. Remmick sat up slowly, looking more disgruntled than ever now, his jaw tight, eyes glowing faintly with irritation. “I swear he did it on purpose…”

With his body still between your legs, he turned his head and shouted towards the door. “I am busy, Stack !”

Stack laughed as he stared at the both of you with a knowing smile. “You’re always busy when you’re about to go on stage ! C’mon, man, the crowd’s loud, they’re askin’ for you. Bring your sexy ass downstairs ! You can come back and finish your business later.”

Stack then left and Remmick growled low in his throat, but finally rolled off of you—reluctantly. He sat at the edge of the bed, raking his pale fingers through his black, tousled hair before grabbing his bonjo leaning against the wall. He stood, glanced over his shoulder at you—your cheeks flushed, your body still trembling a little—and something in his expression softened. It was part regret, part promise.

“I ain’t done with ye. Don’t think this is over. I made a deal to play tonight, and I don’t break my word but…I’ll come back after the last song,” he promised and smirked. “And when I do…ye better still be warm for me, me dolly.”

Then he winked—an oddly human, boyish gesture—before sauntering out of the room with the bonjo slung across his back, calling out to Stack as he went: “Hey, Stack ! Tell ‘em the devil just tuned his strings.”

Once he was gone, you leaned back down and stared up at the ceiling.

…

..

.

You were mad—completely and irrevocably mad.

A few moments later:

The tavern beneath the inn was lit in flickering lantern light, shadows dancing along wooden beams and smoke curling in lazy spirals toward the ceiling. The crowd was a mix of drunkards, wanderers, curious townsfolk, and travelers seeking warmth, wine, and a bit of chaos. Laughter rang out, mugs slammed on tabletops, and all around, people clung to distractions like lifelines. You saw Stack and Mary dancing together and Cornbread making deals of one sort or the other…Annie had decided to stay in her room tonight with Lyla—so you didn’t even have a friend to talk to as you wandered around.

Then you saw him.

Remmick stood on a makeshift stage at the far end, his figure backlit like some devil out of a folktale—eyes glinting like he held a secret the world wasn’t ready for. His bonjo was slung low, and when his fingers started gliding along the strings, the room started dancing and laughing and cheering. The music was wild, a blend of swampy blues and something older…You weren’t quite sure what. It made you think of the first day you had met him and how he had looked like a perfect gentleman who loved music and only wanted a place to rest.

How naive your had been…

His voice raised, warm honey dipped in whiskey and smoke:

“All the pretty things that scream in the night,

Don’t run too far, darlin’, I bite just right…”

The crowd cheered. Some laughed, some danced while you shivered. They didn’t know the words—or they didn’t pay attention to them. But you did. If only you had truly listened that night—maybe your father would have still been alive today. You ordered a drink and sat down at a corner table to stare at him. He was so charming. Too charming. Everyone in the room was drinking him in—his voice, his rhythm, his smile like it could melt glass.

And then you thought…

This is your chance.

You could stand up. Walk to the barkeep. Whisper that you were in danger. Someone—someone—might help. You could slip out the back and vanish into the night. You didn’t have to go back upstairs.

But then…Remmick’s eyes found yours through the crowd.

He winked. A slow, knowing gesture. One corner of his mouth curled into that devilish grin, and suddenly, you were pinned there, breath caught, muscles frozen. He didn’t miss a beat, but his next lyrics almost seemed directed at you:

“You can run, sweet darlin’, run through the trees,

But your name’s in me mouth and me blood’s at the knees…”

Your hands curled tightly around the rim of your glass.

Help. Escape. Run.

But…That wink. That grin. That voice. That touch from earlier—it still lingered like a phantom on your skin. Part of you was terrified. But part of you wanted to be chased. Wanted to see what he meant when he said he wasn’t done. You shook your head. No. No. HE WOULD NOT MAKE YOU LOSE YOUR HEAD ! You then decided to stand up and approach a man to ask for a ride. You didn’t look back at Remmick, not even when your let the man lead you out of the bar. The night air was sharp as the doors creaked closed behind you. The man you had pleaded with—big, gruff, smelled of gasoline and pine—walked briskly toward his truck, muttering something about “damn freaks” and “don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll get you outta here.” You clung to the last threads of hope as he opened the truck door.

But then—

A blur.

A thud.

A scream strangled into silence.

The man who’d offered you help was on the ground, his body already slack, eyes wide in shock as Remmick held him by the back of the neck, sunk teeth gleaming crimson into his throat. Blood welled, thick and dark, spilling in waves down his chest, pooling in the dirt.

You screamed and ran forward.

“Remmick ! Stop !”

Your fists balled in his shirt, tugging at him like a child trying to catch someone’s attention. Tears streaked down your cheeks, panic making your voice crack.

“Please ! Stop—don’t—he was just—!”

Remmick didn’t stop immediately. He drank like a man dying of thirst finally finding water. It was violent. Primal. Horrifying.

Then…he slowed.

Pulled back.

Blood dripped from his mouth, smearing his chin. He stood up slowly, the man’s corpse crumpling to the ground like a sack of meat.

He turned to you.

And his eyes—once playful, even tender—were pitch black. Bottomless.

But then they flickered.

He saw you crying, your hands still balled up in his shirt. His expression shifted. Something almost like guilt crossed his face—but it didn’t last. His voice was low. Rough. Still laced with that twisted sweetness.

“Ye were gonna leave me, me darlin’. After what we shared ?” He stepped forward, brushing his blood-slicked fingers along your cheek. “I told ye I wasn’t done with ye yet…I told ye to wait fer me and stay warm…Why couldn’t ye just listen to me ?”

You were about to apologise, but he didn’t let you. He suddenly took you by the throat and pushed you back inside the inn, not stopping before entering your shared room and closing the door behind him.

…You were definitely in trouble now.

[romanteacism]

Knight Aemond x Princess Reader Love

Synopsis: Emotions run high after you and your knight were attacked, and though it was the most unfortunate of events, you would have to thank it for all that would transpire after. Warnings: None (yet), Aemond and Princess Secret Relationship, Fluff, Mentions of Violence PREVIOUS PART / NEXT PART A/N: I have decided and we shall all expect the addition of canon characters in the next coming chapters!

“I— I saw them on their way to the hill, her seated on a white stallion and her knight holding the reigns. She was wearing a… a pink dress, and there were flowers and ribbons in her hair, and she even bid me ‘good morrow,’ but that was all, I swear! I never told anyone that I saw the princess by the grove; please, you must believe me!” The prince looked upon the woodcutter, who was one of the last persons who had seen his sister and her knight. You and Ser Aemond had left early in the morning two days before for you wanted to have a picnic on the hill, they granted you permission, thinking the two of you would return by midday, but two days had passed, and naught a word nor sign appeared to tell them the whereabouts of the princess and Ser Aemond. 

The prince gritted his jaw and nodded, the testament of the woodcutter believable. He turned to his father, who was growing impatient and was consumed by his nerves. They had no idea what had happened to you. They had sent out search parties since the afternoon you had left, but none still had seen you. “Next!” A voice announced as another witness stepped towards the throne where your father sat and your brother stood next to. “Your Highness, your Majesty; I—I have not seen the princess, but I have found this,” The prince paled as the man raised the eye patch of your knight. “I have seen the princess’ sworn protector a couple of times in the city, and I believe it to be his— his initials are carved on the leather.” A squire brought the found eye patch to the king, and they witnessed the ‘A.T.’ engraved on the strap, signifying that it was truly your knight’s.

The prince gave a hesitant nod for the next witness to come and hoped it would give them the answers they were desperate for. However, it was just the same information given— you were seen near the grove with your knight. “This cannot be. Double—no, triple the search parties, and extend their territory. I want my daughter found!” The king almost yelled as he was with his son and the council in the privacy of his study. “Of course, my king,” A council member bowed and hurriedly left the council room to do the king’s order, and in exchange for him came a knight. 

“My king, the princess, and Ser Aemond had been spotted by the gate,” He said, almost out of breath. The prince immediately stood and went to the window and witnessed that it was truly you. The prince ran out of the room to meet his sister, pushing away all the members of the court who had flocked as they were worried out of their minds about the disappearance of their princess. The prince felt further dread pool in his stomach as he saw the state you two were in. Your dress was torn, your hair disheveled, and a speck of dried blood by your temple; the cloak of your knight draped over your shoulders to keep a part of your torn dress concealed. Ser Aemond, on the other hand, had dried blood trickling from his thigh and arm, pieces of his cloak to bandage his wounds— and what was most shocking was the lack of his constant eye cover which revealed more of his scar and a gemstone in his eye-socket. The prince looked away, fearing he would offend your knight if he continued to stare. 

“Oh gods, sister…” The prince’s voice was barely above a whisper as he could not believe the state you were in. “He needs a maester— Ser Aemond needs a Maester,” You fretted as your brother enveloped you in a hug, though you found comfort, you could not be calm as your knight still held his injuries. “I’m fine, princess,” Aemond interjected, more concerned about your well-being than his, but you parted from your brother and shook your head furiously. “His wounds, it might grow infected— a maester, please!” You pleaded, and before anyone could do your plea, your father came and immediately took you in your arms, your mother following behind him. “Oh my darling, you’re alive— you’re safe,” Your father finally breathed out a breath of relief, but you quickly parted from his arms as you turned to a squire and urged him to fetch a maester. 

“Why are you hurt? Where’s your injury?” The king began to fret once more, but you shook your head, unable to answer him until a maester came for Ser Aemond. “Princess, truly, I am fine,” Aemond said quietly, fearing your anxiousness would catch the attention of the court who still circled around you. He feared your understanding would be found out by the way you fretted over him. “Bu—“ You were cut off as your brother spoke, “Here’s the maester now— sister, come, we must get you inside, Ser Aemond will be fine,” Your brother said and gently pulled you to guide you inside. You gave one last look towards your knight, his eye imploring you that he would be fine before you reluctantly followed your family inside the castle. 

After the events of the two days were cleansed from your skin, you sat in the sitting room of your chambers with the whole of your family before you. All of them were cautious as to how to question you on what had happened, so all of you sat in silence. You stared at the fire, your mind still consumed by Aemond, fearing that his injuries would grow worse after days of being unable to treat them properly, but the faint yet distinct sound of his armor from the other side of the door made you quickly look up. “Is that Ser Aemond?” Your brother questioned as he noticed your attention was turned to the door. You did not know, so your brother went to confirm, and indeed, it was your knight standing by his post bathed, with clean bandages, and wearing his eye patch. You followed your brother and grew confused as your knight was in his post, your eyes silently imploring him that he must rest, but your father called upon both of you. 

You went back to your seat, and your knight stood behind it, stance straight and ready to answer any query. “What has happened?” Your father asked the simple question. “We were attacked.” You answered, surprising the king because he aimed the question at your knight. “We were ambushed on our way back to the castle. They placed a felled tree upon our path as a distraction— it was too heavy and wide to be moved or be lept by the horse, and in consequence, we had to take the road less traveled.” Aemond explained, and you rested your back on the cushion of your chair to see your knight better from your peripheral vision. “They… had shot arrows at the princess’s horse, making her fall, and before I could make my way to her, three men attacked me while the other two took hold of the princess…” Aemond paused as he felt the familiar dread he felt as he heard your desperate cries as two men took hold of your frame. 

“And then?” Your brother dared ask. “When I had killed the three, I found them in a distance. They tied the princess upon a tree and…” He trailed, having difficulty to utter the words before your kin. “And?!” Your father roared, his mind imagining the worst in the few seconds of Ser Aemond’s pause. The knight straightened his stance, his eye growing darker. “And they had torn her dress and attempted to sully her— but before they could lay another finger on the princess, I had cut their hands and taken their lives.” He said coldly, finding an odd sense of calm as he recalled their lifeless bodies falling upon the dirt ground, the fitting retribution for what they dared to do to you. The king let out an exasperated sigh, his hand running along his face as he felt rage consume him with just a retelling of what had happened. “Did they suffer?” The king gritted, surprising you and your brother with his question. “The three had rather swift deaths…. But I had made certain that the two would endure each minute of their death.” Aemond answered, the king giving a satisfied nod.

 You traced the embroidery of your dress as you glanced towards your knight. Aemond glanced towards your fingers, your nervous habit of tracing the delicate stitching of your gowns. He was itching to have somewhat a hold of you for fear you were still traumatized at the scenes you had witnessed. He remembered your scream; it still echoed in his mind, as well as the horror on your face as you begged him not to kill another bandit, but how could he not? When all of them threatened your life, and all had the goal to harm you and take you from them— from him? 

“Well, Ser Aemond, you have proven to us once again how well you take your duty— thank you. We… we are not certain what will befall our daughter if it was not you who was with her,” The king commended, and Aemond nodded. You sat still for a moment, waiting for your family to leave, for you wanted a moment alone with your knight, and when they did, you immediately went to Ser Aemond’s side, dissolving the damned gap that had to return each moment any other presence accompanied you two. 

“You must rest,” you said, inspecting the bandages of his wounds. “I am fine; you must not worry so much,” Aemond said softly, his heart warming at how concerned you were of him. “No, you are just saying that! Please, you must rest, at least for a few days— let your wounds settle,” You murmured, gently caressing his arm. “And leave you in the protection of another? No. Princess.” Aemond said, no longer trusting another to watch over you now that he had come to the full realization that there are more dangers that may come to you than he had previously thought. Aemond sighed and cupped your fretting face with his calloused, stained hands, but you found no care, you only leaned closer to his touch. “Thank you.” He whispered, confusing you. 

“Why are you thanking me? You are the one who saved my life; I should be thanking you,” You murmured, placing your hand atop his. Aemond smiled and shook his head. “Yes, but you are the one who nursed me back to health— the one who cleaned and bandaged my wounds; if you were not there, I might have bled to death.” Aemond smiled even though the subject was grim. You, however, frowned greatly, “Do not say such a thing,” You said, not even able to grasp the idea of such a proposition. Aemond smiled wider as he attested to how much you truly cared about him. He placed a kiss on your forehead and let his arms wrap around your frame. “I don’t think anyone has cared for me as much as you do,” Aemond murmured, confessing the truth. You felt a twinge in your heart as he said such a thing. How can someone not care for him when it came so easily for you? You sighed and only held him tighter as you had no words of reply. 

“I still think you need to rest,” you say after an intimate moment of silence, making Aemond laugh. “Stop fretting, I am fine.” He insisted as he tried to wipe away the furrow between your brows with his thumb, just as how you had done for him before. “Very well— but swear to me if you feel any discomfort, you will tell me, yes?” Aemond sighed and nodded as he knew that was the only way to calm your fretting self. “Promise?” You asked, not completely believing him as he does have a tendency to keep what he feels inside. Aemond did not answer but instead kissed your lips as he always believed that actions do speak louder than words. You sighed, finally feeling some relief after the few days that had passed. You felt more secure and safe now that it was just you and Aemond in the privacy of your chambers, and you could only hope and pray that it would always be like this. 

Days passed, and the whole of the kingdom had been privy to the fact of how you were ambushed and how your knight bravely and gallantly protected you from the five ambushers— proclaiming him as a hero for he was the reason why their beloved princess was saved from further harm. Aemond did not like the attention; he had noticed whispers regarding him were quick to grow, and usually, the eyes of the court were most pointed at you, but now it was as well directed on him; he did not like that. You, however, appreciated how the kingdom was starting to take notice of your knight’s effort and how much he had taken his duty incredibly.

“Stop scowling, you’re scaring them.” You say quietly as you walk through the gardens with Aemond and your two cats trailing behind you two, the passersby taking a double look at your heroic knight. “Good.” He answered, glancing behind to see the commotion your two cats were creating as they practically fought each other. “Sapphira, do not bite your brother,” Aemond then scolded, making you bite your lip as you wanted to laugh because you had never heard him refer to or speak to your cats, but it would seem his frustrations with the attention of the kingdom upon him was affecting his usual behavior. “They mean well, Aemond— they see you as a hero; nothing to be upset about,” You say quietly, but he only shakes his head. “I am no hero. I was simply doing my duty.” You sighed at his stubbornness. “Duty or not, if it were not you who was by my side, we would not know what would befall me— and for that, you are a hero.” Aemond restrained himself from answering as his frustrations were getting the better of him.

“Well, I hope your mood will improve, the Knights’ ball is fast approaching— you are aware that you have to be part of the reception, yes? You’ll have to be presented before the kingdom to receive the Medal of Valor.” You informed, and that only severed the frown on Aemond’s face. “Do not remind me,” he drawled, as he took the bouquet of flowers in your hands as it was getting quite hefty. “That reminds me, have you heard from your family? Are they to come so we can prepare their rooms,” You say, and Aemond stilled, as he had not sent out a letter to his family informing them that he was to receive a medal and that they were invited to the banquet but he had told you he had. 

You turned to your knight, but he was silent and was avoiding your gaze. “You did not send the invitation, didn’t you?” You sighed, in a way already expecting this. “No matter, I shall send the letter myself,” You say, making your way back to your chambers to draft a letter for Aemond’s family. “Princess, I— please, I—“ You shook your head. He followed you to your desk beside himself, not knowing how to hinder you. “I do not understand you— other knights have waited a lifetime to be presented with such recognition, yet you hold it with such animosity,” You were starting to grow frustrated with Aemond’s attitude, a deep furrow in your brows as you drafted an invitation to House Targaryen. 

Aemond sighed and crutched down to the side of your chair so you would meet him at eye level, his hand gently resting on your arm that furiously scribbled the words. “I am honored that you shall bestow upon me such recognition, but I do not think it is needed. I was doing my job— I was only fulfilling my oath to protect you,” Aemond said softly, his voice immediately making you forget your frustrations upon his actions. “I do not need all this pageantry and frills— I am not after recognition… I only wish for you to be safe.” You sighed and cupped his cheek as he said such words, not thinking you could fall for him further, but apparently, there were still uncharted dimensions where your affections for Aemond could still reach. 

You captured his lips in a quick kiss. “I know you do not like attention, but I’m afraid it is custom— you have naught a choice,” You say delicately, biting on your inner cheeks as a slight pout appeared on Aemond’s thin lips as he thought he had convinced you to hinder all these frills. “I’m beyond all of this, my love. I cannot make them cease with their curious gazes and wants to celebrate you,” You laughed as you found the small pout in his lips amusing. Aemond, however, froze as he realized the endearment you called him. “My love…?” He questioned with uncertainty if he had heard you correctly. 

Your eyes widened as you realized that the words had slipped your lips— instead of brushing it off and making some excuse, you breathed in a deep breath and smiled, taking another risk. “I… I love you,” you confessed, hoping your emotions would not be too much for him and scare him off. 

Aemond was rendered in shock. You love him—him! He was speechless, something that he had never experienced, but he realized he best get used to it because you often managed to dismantle and stun him. 

You sat in quiet fear as Aemond made no reaction, horror starting to settle in you as his silence was making you believe he felt no strong emotions towards you. That you perhaps said the words too quickly, or worse, he saw you as a passing fancy when you yourself believed him to be the one. You began to trace the embroidery of your dress again, removing your gaze from his lilac eye. Your hands were clammy, and you were starting to regret your confession as it would seem you would be scorned. But Aemond took hold of your cheek and guided your face to look upon his. “I—It’s fine if you do not feel the same,” You lied, trying to save face, hoping no more wounds be afflicted to your pride. 

Aemond shook his head, realizing he had taken too long to reply, and doubts quickly festered inside you. “You… love… me?” He said slowly, trying to confirm what he had heard because he doubted it might be a cruel joke. You licked your lips as your hands fisted the fabric of your gown. “I do.” You repeated. “But I am not forcing you to feel the same way— I understand if you don—“ Aemond kissed your lips shut, not wanting you to utter such words. 

“You love me,” He repeated again, voice holding thrill and disbelief. “You, love me.” He said for the third time, and you could not help but be amused. “Yes. I love you.” You repeated, letting go of the potential wound that would be inflicted on your pride if he did not feel the same. But as you stared into his eye, the amazed look on his face, you could not believe that you had let yourself doubt him— though no words were said, you had your answer. He loved you. And his actions were proof enough. 

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༆THE LAST WOMAN ON EARTH ☢︎︎- ➪enhypen ot7 x fem reader

SYNOPSIS: Moving to South Korea at just 20 years old to study medicine was something that made you extremely proud. You had so many plans for the future, but it seems that fate doesn't want the same for you. Overnight, a virus that affects only women spreads throughout the world, causing all the women in the world to die in a matter of weeks. You were the only one left standing, the problem? Nobody knew, only you. As time passed, you managed to survive this post-apocalyptic world, where you had to hide from men because if someone knew that a woman still existed, everything would go to hell for you. You didn't expect seven strangers to break into your house in the middle of the night and you didn't expect what was going to happen next either.

Word count: 4360

Pairing: enhypen! x fem!reader

Genre: Suspense, death, dystopian, post-apocalyptic world, angst, too much drama, slow burn, smut as the chapters go by (mdni), fluff, Possessiveness, jealousy, fights, toxicity, lots of love (I know, it sounds contradictory) enhypen are complete losers for the reader in the best way, strangers to lovers and other things that may happen later

Warnings!⚠️: Death, loss of loved ones, use of weapons, depression and anxiety problems, mentions of suicide, survival, vulgar and sometimes offensive language, graphic descriptions of traumatic events. If you are sensitive, don't read it for your own good. Rader is a little mean to the boys in this chap, but she's just defending herself! everyone is of legal age!! Heeseung is 26, Jay, Jake and Sunghoon are 25, Sunoo is 23, Jungwon is 22 and Ni-ki is 21.

Status: ongoing (16-01-2025 -)

Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction, everything came out of my head, the personality of the characters are not real and do not represent them in real life in any way, any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental. Everyone is of legal age in this universe. English is not my first language so you will probably find spelling mistakes.

Hii beautiful people!! I'm finally back with the second chap of this story! It took me longer than the first one, sorry for the delay! hope you enjoy it a lot! You would help me a lot by liking, reblogging and commenting! Without further ado, thank you very much and enjoy!

CHAPTER I: "Disaster"

CHAPTER II: "Loneliness"

more under the cut ☟︎︎︎

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... that sound definitely wasn't the rain....

Your senses were sharpened to the maximum again, your hand gripping your weapon tightly and securing it close to your body. Your heart and breathing seemed to be in a race to see which one was faster, but you could be sure that your heart was the winner, as you could literally feel it pounding in your ears. Your throat suddenly felt tight and dry, nerves and anxiety on edge, you tried to swallow to moisten it, but your attempts were futile. You could feel tears stinging your eyes from the desperation you felt.

"Holy shit..." your voice was barely a whisper as you tried to process what was happening. You tried to calm yourself and sharpen your hearing so you knew how many men you were up against. Your room suddenly seemed suffocating and tiny, you felt the bubbling of a panic attack in your chest, you felt like you were going to die, your mind kept telling you that your minutes were numbered. You started to shake as one shudder after another went through your body like lightning, it was desperate and terrifying. You quietly climbed down from your bed and approached the door of your room on tiptoe. You wanted to listen better, because despite your fear, dying was not an option, not after surviving for so long. Breathing shakily, you leaned your ear against the door of your room, trying to catch a sound. Fuck, you had no idea what to do, fear made your legs shake slightly.

Meanwhile, on the second floor, the intruders were breathing heavily and panting, a sign that they had been running. Their clothes were soaked from the heavy storm outside, so the floor was filled with small puddles of water and some mud "Fuck, that was close..." one of them said, trying to catch his breath, putting a hand on his chest, feeling the strong beating of his heart as he leaned against the front door, holding it shut.

How stupid you were. In the midst of crying for your mother, you'd forgotten the most important thing: securing the fucking front door of your house.

"It was all Jake and Ni-ki's fault, we almost got caught by the police!" another voice shouted, pointing at the named ones who looked at him with a mixture of indignation and disbelief, while the first boy who had spoken looked at him with wide eyes, signaling him to shut up.

"Excuse me? no no, no way, it's not our fault, no one forced you to come with us Jay..." another of the voices said with a distinctive accent, his words tinged with contempt "And try not to scream, the police might still be around.." Jay frowned and approached this one with indignant steps "Don't be an idiot Jake, we can't let you go off alone in the middle of the night, you know crime has risen too much in the last few years, there's a reason the government declared a curfew after midnight, fuck..." his voice sounded frustrated as he looked at him seriously. "'You're a grown man, you should have a little more conscience, you both could have been killed..." he said this time with more seriousness and concern, scolding him firmly in a whisper. The weight of his words hung in the air.

Definitely none of them wanted to die, let alone go to jail, Jay was right, they couldn't just leave in the middle of the night and put themselves in danger and worry the rest of the group. It was a miracle they had found this house, a few more minutes and the police would have caught them.

"Well, sorry, it was my idea Jay Hyung..." another deeper voice said as he scratched his neck a little embarrassed and looked at the elder "Anyway, we're all fine," he said this time with a little cheeky but guilty smile trying to break the tense moment.

A sigh was heard, followed by another clear voice. "It's okay Ni-ki, make sure you don't do it again please..." he asked firmly but at the same time calmly as he looked at the one named and also at Jake who nodded silently, feeling a little guilty, he had quite a bit of leadership in his voice. Ni-ki nodded, "Okay, Jungwon Hyung..." Ni-ki's deep voice hung in the cold air of the house as Jungwon sighed again.

The house was silent for a few seconds as the boys looked around and surveyed the place, ignoring the fact that they were freezing to death from the water that had fallen on them in the middle of winter. And it had occurred to Ni-ki that it would be fun to leave (escape) from where they lived at three in the morning, Jake saw him trying to leave and joined him on the pretext that he "couldn't let him go alone because it was too dangerous", which brought them all here.

Ni-ki was the youngest of the group, which of course made him the most rebellious, and someone like that always needed an accomplice, which was Jake most of the time, which led to both of them getting into trouble quite often.

"It's a nice house...strange that it's abandoned..." another voice, different from the others, a little softer, broke the silence, praising the architecture of the place, your place. And it was true, it was a huge house, with a modern vintage style. Another of the boys nodded in agreement as he shook his head a little, trying to get the water out of his hair, "Yeah, Sunoo's right...it's pretty nice for being abandoned..." The words hung heavy in the air as the boys looked at each other, seemingly searching for answers, there seemed to be an immediate understanding between them as the named one nodded and the seven began to explore the living room, their steps cautious in the new suspicion that someone already lived in the house. Even though it seemed empty, they had to make sure they were out of danger.

On the second floor, you had managed to identify seven voices from your room, where you were still trying to calm down. So they were being chased by the police for breaking the curfew, tsk...men. Your breathing was still fast, but as you listened to their conversations, you managed to calm down a bit, knowing that because of their actions, it wouldn't be very difficult to deal with them.......

or so you thought

You could hear them walking around your living room and decided that you needed to listen more closely, their voices were a little muffled by the distance. You were about to open your bedroom door slightly, but what sounded like something falling to the floor startled you slightly as your free hand instinctively grabbed the doorknob, as if holding on to it would somehow protect you from them.

"Shit..." cursed the voice of one of the guys whose name you hadn't heard yet, furrowing his brow slightly "Pfff...what an idiot, Heeseung Hyung..." Ni-ki said, letting out a laugh as he sneered at the older one, watching as he crashed into a nearby shelf, causing a ceramic jug to fall and shatter into several pieces on the floor.

Heeseung turned his head to look at Ni-ki with narrowed eyes, "Aish...hey, what a brat...i can't see..." mild annoyance ran through his dramatic voice as he defended himself and pointed at Ni-ki who was still laughing. The other five boys chuckled a little at the amusing situation between the oldest and the youngest of the group. They got along so well, you could hear a certain camaraderie in their voices, as if they had known each other forever "I mean, ....Ni-ki isn't wrong..." the other boy, whose name you didn't know yet, remarked with a slight sideways smile that showed his fangs a little longer than usual, a cute, not-so-usual attraction.

Heeseung looked at him without any amusement on his face, judging him with his eyes. They had this habit of teasing him, not that he really minded, but he was tired, hungry and soaking wet, not in a good mood "Really, Sunghoon, you too?" he shook his head in disapproval as Sunghoon shrugged his shoulders without saying anything else and let out a small chuckle. He was really stressed out too and fuck, the current situation had affected him a lot, he hadn't had pussy in over four fucking years and he fucked so often that he was really going crazy.

Not that he was a pervert (or maybe yes), but he excused himself by saying that "fucking relieved his stress and made him perform better in his daily life"

But he had never experienced falling in love, only one-night stands, just like the other guys. The hope that he could have pussy faded deeper and deeper in the back of his mind, and he resigned himself to settling for his own hand. But he refused to accept that idea, he still had some hope. He didn't just want to fuck, he wanted a woman he could love and who would love him, he wanted to be a good love and he also had a dream of being a father, something that obviously seemed unattainable for Heeseung, in fact it seemed unattainable for the seven men.

They really wanted to fall in love...

In fact, they were all stressed about the lack of pussy.... Even Jungwon and Ni-ki, who were still virgins and had never been able to bury their sad cocks in real pussy, were sexually frustrated. But for Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon and Sunoo, the feeling of being trapped inside a pussy was like nothing else in the world and now they could only remember and even imagine because fuck, four years without sex, it was like being a virgin all over again.

But come on, their hearts needed to be stimulated as much as their cocks.

Jungwon cautiously approached the now non-existent jar on the ground, bowing slightly and examining it, "If someone was here, they would have heard us by now..." he mused with a calm expression. He straightened as he turned to look at the other boys, they were like his family, he had known them for many years and loved them like his brothers.

The only thing that illuminated the living room at the moment was the light from the occasional thunder light that came through the window like a horror movie. It was a huge place, enough for everyone to be comfortable "I think we can either spend the night here or keep the place, after all, the one we had was getting too small for the seven of us..." he looked at them, waiting for a sign of denial, but they all seemed to agree.

It wasn't a bad idea, after all. They were in the middle of the forest, far away from the city, where there was more crime by the way, and the place seemed quite cozy. Besides, if Jungwon said so, it was because it had to be. He always made sure that everyone felt comfortable, even though they often fought like siblings, which was sometimes funny, Jungwon always prioritized everyone's well-being.

"Well, we should look for the bathroom, clothes and blankets, I'm freezing...we could take a bath..." Sunoo spoke for the second time, articulating each of his words with his hands. The boys nodded. A hot shower sounded great after running through the forest in the rain, so much that their legs felt tired.

"Good idea, we should split up, go through the rest of the house and look for the things we need..." fuck no, if they went through the rest of the house they would definitely find you and that couldn't happen, they couldn't find you, so you had no choice but to find them before it was too late.

Sunghoon's voice was full of determination as he explained his idea to the others, who immediately agreed. But before they could take action, you beat them to it for your own good.

"I wouldn't do that if i were you..." Your voice finally echoed through the living room with newfound certainty, causing a sudden hush to fall over the place. Your gun was pressed against the large back of one of the seven boys, who was now undeniably tense, you could tell by the way the muscles in his back were contracting under his clothes. He was tall, blond, and seemed to have well-defined biceps.....

"No, idiot, this is not the time to think about biceps, concentrate" You mentally scolded yourself.

Instinctively, he raised both hands to let you know that he was not going to attack you. His hands were shaking slightly and he was completely stiff as he felt the cold metal of your gun against his back, which, in addition to your distinctly feminine voice, sent shivers down his spine.

From your vantage point, you could see the faces of the other six boys, pale and still as if they had seen a ghost. And no wonder, they must be more confused and shocked than ever. The torrential rain that pounded against the windows and roof was the only thing that filled the deadly silence. It was the first time you had seen people in years, your heart was beating fast in your chest and you couldn't tell if it was from fear or excitement...

or perhaps a mixture of both.

After what seemed like an eternity, one of them tried to move forward, his hair was a deep red, but quickly there was an instant click in your head as you pulled the safety off your gun, making him flinch in place, your survival instinct was at its peak "Take another fucking step and I'll blow your friend's head off..." your voice was cold as was the expression on your face, your breathing rapid, matching that of the guys in front of you who seemed more nervous than you.

Your eyes were still slightly red from crying earlier, and even though you were scared shitless inside, you didn't want to let it show, you didn't want them to notice your weakness. This time you leaned your gun against the back of the blond boy's neck, indicating that you meant business.

Fuck, they couldn't let something go unnoticed, something they thought didn't exist anymore and that they would never see again in their lives, suddenly the reality they lived in took a 180 degree turn when you appeared, you were a woman, fuck, you clearly were, and you stood in front of them and threatened to blow Sunghoon's head off with one shot. It all seemed like a lie, the last four years of their lives began to have an unbearable weight on their backs when they saw you. They began to think they were hallucinating and had to blink several times to process the information. Even so, their throats felt dry and their eyes couldn't take their eyes off you. Sunghoon began to feel impatient, yes, he was scared, but he also wanted to see you, so he gathered all his courage to speak

"M-Miss...we don't want to hurt you..." you idiot, he mentally cursed himself for stuttering slightly and scrunched up his face in an expression that clearly said 'I screwed up', he who never hesitated in front of any woman had just done it with you, which left his ego a little bruised, but he didn't care.

You clenched your jaw as you heard him speak, pressing the gun harder against his head, making him tense up even more, if that was possible, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...really, we don't mean any har-..."

Pathetic, he begged pathetically, but a mixture of fear and emotion controlled him at that moment, he couldn't control it.

"Shut up...you talk too much for someone who is being targeted..." your voice was cutting and harsh, making it clear that there was no room for discussion in your words, making Sunghoon shut up immediately as he nodded slowly, almost imperceptibly.

You had to find a way to control the situation, no matter what. You grabbed the boy's soaked shirt from behind and pushed him down, "Get on your knees..." you ordered firmly and he obeyed immediately, kneeling on the ground, you don't have many options when you have a gun pointed at you, making it so that everyone could see you better now. You didn't mean to be so rude, but you couldn't trust them, not yet, "You too, idiots, what are you waiting for?"

Yes, maybe you were too harsh, but you had to guarantee your survival first and foremost.

With the seven men now kneeling on the floor in front of you, you sighed and thought about what to do next. You weren't going to kill them, you weren't that kind of person, even if it gave them a free hand to hurt you, you just weren't that kind of person. But letting them go wasn't an option either, what were you going to do, stay with them? you didn't know them, the most you knew was their names and from the way they looked, they were all around your age.

"Are you really a woman?" the voice of one of them broke through your cloud of thoughts. Oh God, you didn't think they were that stupid, he really just asked you that?

You raised your eyes to look at the boy who had spoken, your brow was clearly furrowed, he had some blue strands in his black hair "Jay, shut up for God's sake," Heeseung spoke softly, clearly scolding him, really, he couldn't believe his friend had asked that. But he didn't blame him, he was just as or even more stunned than Jay by your presence, which made him move slightly in his place, not wanting to alert you, he really couldn't believe his eyes either, actually none of them could.

While you thought intently without saying a word, your gun still rested on Sunghoon's head. You bit your lower lip, trying to think of a quick solution, but damn, this was clearly going to take a long time. A sigh left your lips, you were sleepy, your body was aching and your head was going a mile a second, which made your mental situation difficult as well as putting your thoughts in order. In addition, you couldn't see much because there was no light and everyone's eyes were on you, which inevitably made you a little nervous.

Meanwhile, the boys' minds were no better off than yours, still trying to process that you actually exist and are not a figment of their imagination.

Hell, they even wanted, no, they had to be in Sunghoon's place. Just knowing that you were a woman got them going, but what about your assertive dominance? The way you had brought Sunghoon, who was probably one of the strongest in the group, to his knees with a simple command from your lips was fucking attractive.

The tension in the air was thick, not only because they were threatened at gunpoint, but also because there was an undeniable sexual attraction and tension between you and them. It was impossible to control, something instantaneous that left them with their breath caught in their throats and their cocks already half hardened in their pants, including Sunghoon himself. They didn't want to look like dogs in heat or perverts, they didn't want to scare you and make you think badly of them, but it was something that was simply out of their hands.

The cold they had felt from being soaked earlier vanished at a ridiculous speed and was replaced by warmth. Their faces were slightly flushed and now that they knew you were real, they couldn't help but imagine a lot of situations in their twisted minds, but damn, besides being hard, you were beautiful, a temptation at a glance that made them clench their thighs as their erections went wild.

Sunghoon, who was closest to you, was the most affected, he could even smell your scent, so soft and delicate, the scent of a woman. He stopped himself from inhaling your precious scent with all his might, forgetting that the tip of a gun was pressed against his head.

Jungwon cleared his throat, trying to find his voice in your presence, which was quite strong, "Miss, please..don't hurt us... we can just go and..." a dry laugh came out of your throat as you looked at him with narrowed eyes, cutting off his words, "Sure, I'll let you go so you can shout that you found a woman all over Seoul..." Your words were clearly sarcastic, rejecting his suggestion outright, making Jungwon quickly shake his head in an attempt to contradict you, but your gaze was enough to make him stop trying.

"Then you'll have to let us stay here..." the rational sense of Heeseung had left his head when he dared to say those words with a tone of boldness and obviousness as he looked at you with slightly half-closed eyelids, the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

It infuriated you, how could he be so arrogant when you could literally kill him at any moment? You looked at him as you let go of Sunghoon and approached him with quickened steps. You grabbed his jaw with one of your hands and roughly lifted his face to look into his eyes while resting your gun on his forehead. Your eyes betrayed your anger, but he seemed too relaxed for his own good, "You better shut the fuck up, because if you don't..." the asshole didn't let you finish as he blatantly interrupted you, "If I don't, what?..." he dared you, not only with his voice, but also with his eyes.

How fucking dare he?

"You're not going to kill us..." he said, his fucking grin getting bigger and bigger, "if you wanted to, we'd all be dead by now from the moment you walked into this room, precious..."

Oh fuck, he couldn't be that fucking arrogant, but he was right, you wouldn't kill them and you hated that he could read you so easily without even knowing you.

You clenched your jaw, wanting to break his ridiculously attractive face, because that was one little detail you hadn't been able to overlook, they were all fucking attractive, but you couldn't afford to think about that when your top priority had to be keeping yourself safe.

You clenched his jaw with your hand, your fingers digging lightly into his skin, causing a small sigh to leave his lips, "You're right, i may not want to kill you...but I'll blow your fucking balls off if you keep spitting shit..." this time he didn't dare interrupt you, instead he seemed to be lost in limbo. His gaze was fixed on your lips as you spoke each word with furious determination....

Fuck, you had fire in you

The formula was simple: danger equals adrenaline, adrenaline equals thrill, and thrill equals arousal. There was no other way to explain why they enjoyed danger so much.

The others were waiting for the scene to unfold in front of them.

So you weren't going to kill them. A relief settled in their chests when they realized that you weren't a bad person, you were just defensive, which was completely normal when seven intruders enter your house in the middle of the night. Jungwon had quickly understood and realized that Heeseung had been the first to notice, that's why he dared to talk to you like that. Now the group was less tense, they trusted their oldest member, they knew that Heeseung wouldn't risk doing something he wasn't completely sure about.

"All right, no need for anyone to get hurt, miss..." Jungwon interrupted what seemed to be a dueling stare between Heeseung and you, his words a little more confident now that Heeseung had taken it upon himself to break through the layer of harsher tension, but still he was being cautious.

Your eyes didn't leave Heeseung's and you didn't take the gun away from his head either, but his words echoed in your head and honestly, you didn't have much of a choice. Curiosity bubbled in your chest, you wondered what to do, you had been alone too long, you remembered nights when you couldn't sleep because you were so scared. Maybe letting them stay was your best option, you knew you were the last woman on earth, you were sure that if you asked them to do something, they would do it without hesitation and maybe they could protect you. Bring you out of your state of loneliness, which seemed to grow with time.

The boys' knees were starting to hurt from kneeling for so long, but the tense situation in the living room was too tense for any of them to try to make a move. Everyone was waiting to see what would happen, including you.

A sigh escaped your lips when you realized that you would have no choice but to let them stay here, but if that was going to happen, it would be under your own rules. You didn't want to be alone anymore, which didn't mean that you were going to blindly trust them overnight, because trust was a luxury you could pay dearly for if you decided to put all your cards on the table.

You let go of Heeseung's face and slowly lowered your gun, your gaze, still quite hard, shifting from him to the other guys as you took your time to study their expressions.

"Alright..I'll let you all stay..." you finally declared and your words were an immediate comfort to the seven men in front of you, but before any of them could say anything you continued "But..." you fell silent for a few seconds, letting the anticipation fill the air "if any of you do anything stupid, i swear...

i will kill you..."

CHAPTER III: "Trust Issues"

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[darlingbabyboo]

Could you please make a part 3 of tr x bimbo reader with Hanma, Souya and chifuyu, please?? Have a great day or night <333

Note: I love this request! I thought ppl wouldn't like bimbo reader and I'm so happy that ppl are receiving it well :) These are such good characters too. I added a few people since I got to this late (also Hanma's is a little nsfw). Part 1 (Draken, Takemichi, Mitsuya, Baji, Smiley, Mucho) Part 2 (Kazutora, Izana, Bonten! Mikey)

"You're my angelic slut!"

♡ Even more Tokyo Revengers and their bimbo gfs ♡

Hanma Shuji

Oh my god I thought Smiley would be bad but this man would be a menace with a bimbo!gf

He lies to you on a daily basis bcs he knows that you'll believe him

He will be saying shit like 'recent studies show 🤓☝️' completely out of his ass bcs he loves the look you give him

Your bright eyes look to him, captivated with all the lies that he's feeding you

He thinks that your stupidity is hot af and the stupider you get the harder he is

Do not trust this man to help you shop bcs he will be giving you some floss as a top and and lacey underwear bottoms okay

And for my ladies who are bimbos but still like to cover up don't worry he'll give you the flashiest shit ever that probably says property of Hanma on the back

He loves you okay but be wary around this boy

"Ow babe, you know that hurts."

You eyes widen in horror, ripping your hands away from tracing the ink on his hands, "really?" You whisper.

He nods, sagely with his fake wisdom, "yeah, every few months the pain from tattoo comes back, when you touch me it hurts like a bitch."

"Oh, I- baby I didn't know!" You tear up, hating the thought of hurting Shu in any way possible, "I swear I didn't mean to hurt you!"

He nods, pulling you into his chest to calm your sniffles, "it's okay babe, you didn't know." He pretends to think, "and there might be a way to help me..."

You look at him, wide eyes looking to him and nod eagerly.

"Well... kisses always work."

"And it won't cause you pain?"

"None at all pretty girl."

"Okay!" You smile, peppering kisses on his hands, before cupping his face and pressing your lips against. He deepens the kiss, moving you so you're straddling his lap and grinding against his growing bulge.

He sure got lucky with you, huh?

Chifuyu Matsuno

He's so flustered at the sight of you

He's pretty confident in himself but he never actually expected to get a gf

Since you're his first one he kinda has no idea what to do with you

He rly doesn't want to mess things up

He doesn't even register the fact that you're 'slutty' bcs all he knows is that you're the hottest person that he's ever met in his life and he has absolutely no idea how to function without you

He worries so much but he's such a 10/10 boyfriend

Gets most of his ideas from manga but they usually get messed up because you would not get a clue if it walked up to you and gave you its number

Chifuyu will say something like, 'my heart is forever yours' and you're about call an ambulance bcs you think he's having a heart attack

Pray for him he's doing his best 🙏🏾

Certified good boi so he does his best to make you smarter but my mans is not God

He knows that you're a lost cause but he's gonna keep trying fr bcs he loves you

But he has a tendency to get distracted...

"And if 4 plus 4 is 8 and 4 times 4 is 16 then 4 squared is..." He watches you bite your lip and turn your wide eyes to him, hoping that he'll fill in the blanks.

He sighs, "baby, you're not gonna learn anything if I keep helping you."

"But 'fuyu!" You protest, throwing yourself across his lap, and jutting your lip out, "I don't get it without you explaining it for me!"

"That's the problem..."

Your pout deepens and you suddenly sit up straight. He blushes when you place your hands on the side of his face.

"I don't get it 'fuyu, more kisses pls."

He should refuse because he loves you more than the world itself but he knows that you're jackshit at math. His eyes look down at your puckered lips and he folds, moving you gently and pinning you to the bed.

When the both of you lock lips he knows nothing is going to get done today.

Souya (Angry) Kawata

We got another flustered boy here

It's made even worse bcs he was not the one who confessed to you

Smiley told you bcs he got sick of his constant ranting about how beautiful and kind and pretty you were

Angry hates his brother and loves him for it bcs you embraced him in a hug that got him feeling high for days

He worships you completely

Your slutty outfits

Perfect queen 🥰🥰🥰

He making homemade food for you for breakfast lunch and dinner

Compliments you all the time bcs that's what you deserve

Can you tell I have a favourite

He is in love with you so much and will not tolerate any sort of slander towards you

You best hope that someone doesn't call you stupid bcs they will be jumped by the entire fourth division he is not fucking around when it comes to you

He doesn't even take that shit when it comes to his brother

No one will talk bad about you under his watch

"Damn, your girl dumb as hell."

He looks to you. As of now, you're jumping up into the trees, attempting to catch a cat that got stuck up there from yesterday's storm. It's a noble attempt, if not a bit ruined due to the fact that you're ignoring the ladder of branches at the side of the tree that would help you get to the cat.

That wouldn't even be so bad if you weren't also neglecting to ask one of the neighbor's for a ladder, especially the one who has a ladder leaning against their front door.

He turns back to Smiley, scowling at the insult, "don't talk about her like that." Hands curling into fists, no matter what you do he can't stand the thought of you being disrespected.

Smiley holds his hand up, not in the mood to get his faced bashed, "fine... but you should really go help her."

He looks back to you, seeing that you've now started to meow to the cat, trying to convince it to come down by itself.

He can't stop the smile creeping up.

He's so in love with you.

Ran Haitani

You would assume that he'd be a menace but he's surprisingly sweet

Most people assume that he's with you bcs he wanted some arm candy but he's really just in love with you

Rindou is the unfortunate witness to how obsessed Ran is about you

When Ran sees you're being a dumbass all he does is smile and do his best to answer the question

He loves when his girl starts asking him how he can tell if it's AM or PM

He thinks you're too adorable

His love is not an act okay

He lives sleeps and breathes you

Half the words out of his mouth have to do with you bcs he thinks you're just so amazing

Rindou stops himself from screaming when he sees Ran leaning against the kitchen counter. The last time he caught Ran awake in the middle of the night the other had almost skinned him alive.

A Ran that just woke up from a nap was not a good Ran.

He relaxes when he sees you move to Ran's side, offering him some hot chocolate. Ran would never expose you to his violent side. "Thank you angel," He says as he accepts the drink, taking a sip and placing his arm around your waist.

"Ran..." You start, and Rindou can't wait for whatever bullshit you're going to spew this time.

"Yeah angel?"

"Why does your tattoo keep changing?"

He raises an eyebrow and looks down at his arm. Experimentally, he flexes it.

"It happened again!" You exclaim as his muscles tense, art rippling with the muscle.

Rindou has no idea how he deals with you sometimes. You're sweet, you're just... something else.

Ran doesn't react to the strange question, only offering a half-hearted shrug. He runs a hand through his hair, "I think it's because my skin stretches as I flex or something... and the tattoo is on my skin so it's affected too." He watches you, wondering if the answer is satisfactory.

You beam at the response and curl into him, placing your head on his shoulder. He presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

Rindou slinks back upstairs and tries not to throw up. He hates being around you two.

Hakkai Shiba

It's a miracle how Hakkai even started to talk to you

It was a struggle for everyone involved

Everyday Yuzuha and Mitsuya were considering jumping off a window more and more bcs every interactions you had went like this

'How are you Hakkai!'

'...'

'That's nice to hear! My day went well too, are you going to the festival tomorrow?'

'...'

Bitch is like this on the outside 😐

On the inside he's 🥰😍😘💕💓❤️

And Mitsuya and Yuzuha have to listen on like 🙃

Yeah Hakkai she is beautiful and her dress was rly nice today and she's the kindest girl in the world why don't you tell her that

His confession was so awkward but my man's had to do smth bcs he's not the only one who wants you

"H-hey," He calls your name, wincing when you direct your eyes to him. His stomach twists, he needs to do this he needs to do this.

You beam at him, "Hakkai! What's up? You don't usually talk to me like this."

Yeah, he doesn't. He's completely out of his comfort zone here. He really should have asked Taka-chan to be here to support him. He looks down to avoid making eye contact but is met with your plump thighs.

He swallows.

"A-are you going to the f-festival with Akihiko?"

You tilt your head, "no, why would you think that? Me and him are just friends!"

Akihiko has not been subtle about about talking about how attractive he's found you and how much he would love to have you as your girlfriend. This includes wrapping his arms around your waist and calling you 'wifey'.

"He flirts sometimes," You laugh, "but we're just friends."

Sure, and he just wants to kill him.

"Wouldyouliketogowithme?" He blurts out, flinching when everything is out. He watches your eyes open wide, mouth falling open. He's so embarrassed, of course this wouldn't work he should have kept his mouth shut-

"Of course I wanna go Hakkai!" He catches you as you jump up to wrap your arms around his neck. His face turns even redder when you smack a kiss on his cheek. "I'd love to!"

"C-cool." He says knowing that the this moment will be replaying in his head on the walk home.

Seishu (Inupi) Inui

Y'all are complete opposites bcs while he's off being brooding you're being your bright and sunny self giving a hug to anyone who asks

Koko wonders everyday how you two started dating but love is love

You two have the best fashion tips for each other, truly a couple that uplifts each other <333

My man treats you like you're not the dumbest bitch on Planet Earth

Inui is a feminist (when he threatened Yuzuha he did that for the women's rights movement okay)

So he knows that you have great value even if you're not smart in a conventional sense

He will pound anyone into the pavement if someone starts to act a fool okay

Inui brings knives to fist fights if you don't think he'll pull out a glock for the person he's completely obsessed with you're insane

"Inui, how do we know that we're on Earth?" You question, head tilting to the side, looking to him waiting for an answer.

He doesn't sigh, he knows you're genuine about this and he would hate to embarrass you. He raises an eyebrow for clarification.

"I mean- how do we know we're not on Mars?" You eyes bug out, "what if we've been on Venus all along and we don't even know it!"

He hums but stops when someone snickers beside them. He tenses, already reaching in his pocket. "You got something you want to say?" He snarls.

The guy, some dumb lackey, smirks, "your bitch know how stupid she is?" He looks over to you and checks you out not-so subtly, "good thing she's hot."

He pulls out the knife and presses it against the other's neck. "At first I was going to hurt you but now I'm going to fucking kill you." Who cares about the rules about in-fighting, no one's going to talk to you like that and get away with it.

"Inui..." You ask innocently, watching the two with concern.

"Look away darling, okay, I gotta deal with this piece of shit."