#it’s not quite this snowy on the ground yet but soon. it will come

[newtsnaturethings]

Huevember Day 5

Owl

[the-sweet-madame]

ᴇɴᴛɪᴄɪɴɢʟʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ (Siren!Kazuha x Reader)

Warnings: Some bleeding, reader got attacked beforehand, mentions of death. That's all I think, if there's more, please do tell <3.

Female reader! Happy reading <3

It was pitch black, the night sky staring down at you in amusement as you moved through the trees with caution. Blood running down your sleeve with burn marks littering your skin. The adrenaline pumping through your veins as the memories of your village being invaded and burnt to the ground. Masked men chasing after you, they managed to throw a knife at your arm. Cutting it deep enough to bleed a little.

You huffed, pushing your hair back. The moonlight spilling across the land delicately as a lake came into view. The moon had reflected onto the rippling water as you moved closer. At least you could cleanse yourself from the blood.

You sauntered near the edge of the water, the moonlight far too dim for you to see the glowing eyes watching your every move.

"A human wondering so late at night?" A soft and alluring voice spoke. It was different, it was masculine yet definitely not human.

You flinched backwards, taking several steps back as the creature swam sedately closer. Its fins peeked through the water, a face coming into sight. It was as if his hair was created out of moonlight, gorgeous silvery strands framing his face with a bright stripe of crimson straight down the side. Perhaps the red was a warning to get away. His eyes were the colour of blood, like his fins although they were more faded. His tail was a snowy white, his scales glimmering under the sweet moonlight. Skin as fair as porcelain. He tilted his head as he rested him arms on the land surrounding the body of water, his tail swaying behind him.

He was a ghostly white rose, blooming in a thriving garden of crimson roses. Standing out, the moonshine acting as his spotlight, making his petals shimmer. He was breathtaking.

And he knew it.

Something so ethereal about him. Something so desirable. He saw the way your eyes hungrily took in his appearance, and he chuckled. His laughter like the sweet chiming of ribboned bells. He just seemed so bewitching and so cordial...It was as if your brain rewired, too flooded to think of anything rational as you strongly felt the urge to just come closer.

"One would be a fool to not give in,

Whoever said love was a sin?

If I am what you desire, my dear.

Why don't you come near?"

He hummed lowly yet so melodiously, something so entrancing about his voice.

You listened, or more like your body followed what he ordered. In that moment, you couldn't care less about anything until you came near enough to see his fangs, glinting in the moonlight as he grinned. Only around 7 steps away from the glistening body of water.

Your brain finally snapped out of its mindless trance.

A siren.

You softly gasped, stumbling backwards. The dangerous fairytale creatures with a voice so pretty yet deadly. No wonder you found yourself wanted to linger closer to him, his beauty hypnotising and his voice luring. He must have enchanted you as soon as he spotted you.

"It would be a shame to leave without a taste." His voice lilted with flirtatiousness and heavy enchantment. He tilted his head as he asked with a mischievous grin. "Isn't that what you desire?"

Soft tunes emitting from him, and you felt the need to comply, to hear his voice even closer. His voice became louder, and you took a step forward, locking eyes with his. The clear murderous intent in them told you to run but his voice was just so soothing and his face so mystically pretty. It felt like your mind was spiked with poisonous sweetness as you took another step forward.

Then another.

And another until you were only a step away from the lake. It purled menacingly at your arrival.

He hummed. "Quite the strong one, you are. I have never witnessed a human snap out of my enchantment."

You tilted your head, your mind foggy as you heard him speak. His siren song was deafening, and you only groaned in response. Your eyes fell shut as you felt like you were floating, only to be met with the cold water encasing your body whole. You let out a scream, only for it to be devoured by the merciless water as you flailed. Your brain had begun to shut down quicker, flooding with honeyed enchantments.

Black dots began to dance in your blurry vision, teasing you as you began to close your eyes. The sardonic taste of death sent your mind into spirals. A pair of arms wrapped around your body, bringing it closer to theirs as it brought you to the surface. You coughed out the water, wheezing as you clutched the person's body with all of your strength.

"I had forgotten how fragile humans were." The person holding you speaks and it's none other than the siren himself. "Perhaps my siren song was too strong."

You look at him blearily as he speaks to you, or more like himself. He looks down at you in his arms. He hasn't meant to flood your brain as much as he did, to make you fall into the water. But he didn't have any intentions of letting you live either. This situation intrigued him, his pure instinct kicking in to stop you from drowning. He was going to drown you anyway but now he has you in his arms, blinking up at him.

He took in your appearance, how the strands of your hair complimented your face so prettily even when drenched and how your eyes fluttered at him so adorably yet so blankly. Like you were still recovering from his voice charming your mind.

He usually never felt attracted to any of his prey, his desire to feast upon human flesh was always so elevated. Yet you were somewhat pretty for a human, a little adorable too.

Alarmed at the sight of your potential killer, you squirmed in his grasp. He only smiled down at you, humming a low tune and you fell into an enchanted trance yet again. Though it wasn't as powerful and mind fogging, it only played some tricks on your mind to cease your movement.

"Ah, I have never quite met such a feisty human like yourself." He spoke softly, though this time his voice was devoid of any enchantment. "Nor have I met another as entrancing as you are."

You flushed at his flustering words; unsureness clear in your eyes as you look at him.

"Are you not supposed to...lure me and kill me?" You ask, rather bluntly as you cleared your throat.

Even if he seemed taken aback, he didn't show it and only smiled sweetly at you. You couldn't deny how sublime he looked up closely.

"I could but that would not be as pleasurable. It would be a waste of such a pretty face." He said before adding. " Although I am sure your blood is nothing short of divine."

You look at him, incredulously as you hold your tongue to not say anything stupid.

He chuckled, bringing his hand to stroke your hair. It was strange, the feeling of the powerful creature treating you so carefully after nearly ending your life. "You intrigue me, human. Why don't we make a fair deal? I will spare your little life in exchange for your company."

You look at him, not convinced. "How...do you not know I won't escape?"

The corners of his lips tugged into a small smirk at your question. Hints of wickedness seeping though. "What makes you think I will not hunt you down, dove? I have feasted on your kind for years and none of them have ever escaped from my grasp. I have my ways."

Your lips parted slightly, taking in a slow breath. "So, you are willingly letting me live for my company?"

Your fingers twitched as you regained sense in your limbs, but you didn't dare move.

"It does get quite lonely." He says, light sorrow tainting his voice as he drags a long, sharp nail down the side of your face. A little more pressure is all it takes to draw blood. You shiver at the feeling.

"Do we have a deal, dove?" He asks, his expression quickly altering as he looks down at you with a grin, his fangs almost daring you to say no.

You slowly nod and he chuckles, knowing that you'd agree anyway. "Allow me to seal our deal."

"Okay." You say rather softly, unsure of how he was going to.

He smiled enticingly, keeping you in suspense as he tilted your chin upwards. He captured your lips in a kiss, his other hand beneath your back to keep you afloat. It was brief, unexpected yet enchanting. Everything about him was just so glamorous.

You slid an arm around his shoulder, hand caressing his neck. He smiles into the kiss at the feeling. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, and you followed only for his fangs to lightly prick your tongue. He pulled away as you lightly hissed at the sudden pain. Thankfully, it didn't last long.

He licks his fangs, as if he were savouring the sapid taste of your blood. He lets go of your chin to tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear as he whispers lowly, charmingly even.

"Our bond is sealed." 

[matchadobo]

KIDD; the pirate's princess

wc: 6686 summary: princess name, a spirited and audacious royal who ends up meeting captain eustass kidd in one of the festivals of her kingdom. unbeknownst of each other's real identities, their encounter was cut off short immediately and left them craving for more. warnings: afab reader, nsfw 🔞(actual seggs please read at your own discretion), princess au, running away theme, bad parents, i rly can't think of anything else there's rly nothing heavy here, not proofread omg TT

princess full name. a not so ordinary princess that always finds herself wounding up in sticky situations. known for her intrepid antics that drove her knights mental: sneaking out late at night to party with the villagers during festivals, visiting the farms of townsfolk and often setting animals free, and playing tag with the kids and sometimes causing ruckus with them. she wasn’t satisfied confined in the enormous walls of the castle, it’s too pretentious. 

one would say her behaviors aren’t fit for a princess who is supposed to be prude, proper, and ladylike. in contrast to her escapades, she’d love a little thrill more. not that she gives two fucks about the hearsays. she remains happy in her own little adventures in her small town of the kingdom. 

that’s why in the dusk of breezy summer, castle guards are relentlessly in pursuit of the princess yet again; an often occurrence in the kingdom.

the furtive young woman finds herself dancing in the middle of the lively and colorfully lit limestone floors on the marketplace. she hooks arms with a variety of villagers and skips about the floors as heels’ click on the ground in tone with the clapping and dancing of the fellow citizens who celebrated the vigor of the approaching evening. 

you soon got tired and went to one of the mini bars, sitting yourself down after ordering a glass of rum. “village always this lively?” a stranger spoke beside you. he sat with his back facing the counter with both arms propped on the surface of it to support his weight, one hand holding a glass of scotch. he landed his gaze on you, lemon eyes enrapturing you and leaving you speechless.

you cleared your throat to get a hold of yourself, by the looks of him and his remark—he’s a foreigner. his fiery red hair reflected his bold demeanor that intimidated you less than it intrigued you, his snowy skin that contrasted the darkness of his voice, and his sharp grin that mirrored his defined features and structure. a truly captivating man had greeted you. 

“often, yes.” you responded, throwing him a polite smile. “the town has festivals once a week, it’s a tradition.” you continued with a small laugh after having a sip of your drink. 

“festivals for what?”

“for the princess.” you played with the ice on your drink as you shook the glass in a circular motion.  “she likes to have fun in the village a lot.”

“princess’ pretty special then, aye? ‘s not everyday those preppy royals find time to join their subjects for a party.”

“you think so? most of the people here think she’s quite the source of the kingdom’s headache, not really a special one and most definitely not fit to be a princess.”

“i’d say bullshit. you expect these villagers know jack shit about bein’ a princess? nada. bet that princess of yours is the merry of this town, aye?”

you bursted into laughter, holding your stomach as you almost fell over your seat if it wasn’t for his heel keeping your chair upright. “that’s the first i’ve heard when talking about the princess. that’s kind of you.” 

he scoffed a smirk, sipping on his scotch afterwards. “me and kind doesn’t ring right, dollface.” he gave you a side eye, golden eyes piercing through the darkness of the night. “i’ve done things that don't even come close to kind.”

“that so?” you tilted your head in amusement. “like what? tell me.”

“you like the danger, aye?” he leaned closer. 

“well, i’ve grown tired of dancing and you’re the most interesting one here, so go ahead. enthrall me with your tales, unkind gentleman.” you scooted closer, chin leaning atop your fists as you braced yourself for his stories. 

his chest thundered in laughter as he faced you as he went on a tangent about his journeys as one of the worst generations. the evening reached midnight before you could realize how much time passed, going shop to shop with this stranger certainly made you the happiest after a long time. you two rambled about the wonders of the pirate while munching on pretzels and candy apples and downing mugs upon mugs of liquor. 

it was like he was building the world for you as he described the four seas along with his infamy, a wanted man of his caliber with a notorious reputation. you know you should get yourself far away the moment he first announced that he was a pirate but goodness do you love the thrill of his peril. the way his chest puffs up with each anecdote of his battles across the blues. how he effortlessly magnetized (stole) a plate of snacks for you two to snack on and well, to impress you. to get critically close to you as you get intoxicated by either the liquor or his ravishing demeanor towards you. you are perfectly aware that staying with him will undoubtedly risk your safety. but you weren’t the one to follow the rules, right?

the same goes for the pirate. he somewhat loves the mystery you emanate. clapping and cheering from time to time but never failing to snap back spunky remarks at his taunts. he revels on how you earnestly listen to his narratives and be awestruck at his feats, your eyes proved enough from the way you bat your eyelashes and lure him closer with the hues of your orbs. or maybe how your eyes never left his as you studied each bit of his face—the way his huge scar was engraved on his skin, the way his lips quirk up at how victorious he remains in duels, the way his eyes never lose fire as he ramble about the one piece, and how his body language changes each time your knees or arms touch. 

“you’re pretty great, huh?”

“i’d love to tell you more but it ain’t fair that i know nothin’ about the most grippin’ woman i’ve met.” 

“flattery would get you nowhere, kidd.” you chuckled, shifting in your seat. “i’m just a villager here, nothing special about this one.”

“you ain’t foolin’ me, i’ve seen the eyes of the townsfolk ‘round here.” he scooted closer, cocking his brow at the people at the market. “you’re no ordinary woman, these men couldn’t take their eyes off of you. and unfortunately, i seem to be one of them. yet i’m lucky enough to share a drink with you, pretty one.”

“aren’t you a charmer, captain?” you finally met his eyes, fiery as he studied your face. “flowery words don’t suit a brute like you, i’d say.”

“why don't you add more to my luck tonight and tell me your name before this night ends, doll.”

your faces grew inches closer, the aroma of liquor was pungent on your noses. he scanned your eyes, took a long glance on your lips, and back to your eyes again. his canines tugged at his lower lip before licking them subtly. reveling on the smile he elicited from you, he inhaled a deep breath before tilting his head.

before you could answer him, what jolted you from your seat was the frantic callouts of the castle guards. they were calling out to you and you could feel the chills running down your spine again, each time they did this you felt this way. panic washed over you and you instinctively fled the place as you dashed to the alleyways, kidd reaching over to you but failed to even get a touch of your wrist.

“o-oi! where are you going?!”

you gave him a meek smile before running away and disappearing into the shadows of the alleyway as you made your way back to the castle. the guards had invaded the market and put a stop to the party, searching up each woman in hopes of finding the princess. 

“the fuck is going on ‘ere?” kidd stood up from his seat before killer laid a hand on his shoulder to stop him. the two pirates scanned the place

“palace guards.” killer announced, helping kidd’s brain to comprehend. “i think you’ve just shared a drink with the princess.” 

you ran far until you reached the backyard where no guards were present, it had been your path to sneaking in and out. 

“you should stop seeing that man, name.” your mother spoke from your room, sat at the edge of the bed as if waiting for you. 

“you were watching, mother?”

“always. but i wouldn’t deny the fact that that man had made you smile the widest in years.” 

“he told me about his adventures,” you started, looking over the window in hopes of getting a glimpse of that redhead. “how the four blues looked, how he fought and faced toe to toe with his foes, how magical the grand line and the new world is, and how free he was.” you sighed as you draw back at how he’d write it out for you, each of which keeping you engrossed at each tale he tells.

your mother placed comforting hands atop your shoulders then traced up to either side of your face. “your eyes say it all, honey. i can see how much light that man brought out in you.” she started. “but i cannot stand idly when a pirate has caught you in his trap.” her grip on your face loosened as she made her way to your balcony doors, simultaneously shutting them. “much less a part of the ill-famed worst generation, a ragtag of disasters. it’d be vain to let him get his hands on you, he’s only after your status and the treasure you possess. that’s what pirates are.” her tone grew deeper, more sharp and strict. “you are not to speak to him again, do you understand?” she firmly announced, pointing her closed paper fan at you.

you nodded bashfully, the change in your demeanor broke her heart less than it urged her to keep you locked in the castle and away from that hazard. she strutted down to your doors and left you at your downcasted self. “your suitors will be here by tomorrow afternoon, you are to dine with them for lunch and pick out the next king of the kingdom. don’t do something that will embarrass us.”

the shut of your doors echoed far and resounded in your ears. you cried yourself to sleep at the foul turn of events that night, burying your sobs in the damp pillows of your quarters. that morning, you unwillingly participated as you gave off the fakest smile you could muster while laughing halfheartedly at their empty jokes. their humor and charisma are far less than mediocre, it is phenomenally childish in a sense that you’d rather pretend to faint to get out of that situation.

daft princes that left you bored and apathetic from their lack of liberty and substance. royals that knew nothing but the privilege of the rich and classy airheads. 

 unlike that pirate you’ve almost spent your midnight with, a riveting man that enraptured you and shook your world to the core. compliments that made your heart flutter more than it should be. the enticing danger his aura holds. and adventures that invited you to join him for the next time he ventures out into the blues. the fire in his eyes each time you locked gazes with him  and the intimacy you felt only when you sat down with him were unparalleled and left you craving for more.

“you were not your best today, name.” your father spoke to you, joining you as you watched your subjects by your grand balcony. “were the vicinal kingdoms too inadequate for your liking?”

you kept quiet for a moment before responding with contempt. “a group of men who are much too shallow wouldn’t be fit to be my king.” you turned around before stopping your tracks to continue. “i’d want a man who has the same fire as i do, father. not a prince who’d rule the kingdom with his foolish heroism and blank principles solely based on nobility.” you left your father outside, brimming with disdain. 

and you didn’t see him again for the following days, the castle had kept you on lockdown. monitoring your every move and hindering you from going anywhere except your room and the courtyard. it’s too stifling. 

you longed to see him again and hear more of his thrilling stories. you’d never forget how you two laughed under the stars with alcohol coursing through your veins and stimulating the desire for each other. 

but tonight was the annual masquerade ball where one of your suitors might potentially be the next reign for the kingdom. it’s main purpose is to celebrate the prosperity of the kingdom, yet masquerades were added for the notion of finding your next husband. 

as the maids prepared you for the ball, you’d have this empty look in your face as you dwell at how you released the only fire you could’ve had. 

the maids dressed you in a ruby and stygian gown that radiated your elegance. adorned with regal ornaments and gems that shone at each struck of light. the bodice of the dress is clad with lacy black overlays on either side of your chest down to your waist akin to the intertwining patterns of spiderwebs. its sleeves were long and got more loose as it reached your wrist, its ends sewn with handcrafted with the same lacy accents on your chest. the neckline was sewn into a square fitting style that graced your neck and collarbones where a pearly necklace accentuated the area. the middle end of your bodice was where a brooch with your kingdom crest resided, matching the glimmers of the beads in your dress. the overskirt cascades down from your cinched waistline in layers of red, voluminous mesh tulles with its hemline embroidered by horizontal lines of black as it reaches the floor. lastly, they slid and tied black strappy heels that go up to your knees for your shoes.

they then comb through your locks, curling it up and tidying some braids adorned by red ribbons and golden clips at the crown of your head. leaving some tendrils loosely hanging by the sides of your face as it complimented your gold, dangling earrings in a shape of roberto coins. partnering your face with a sharp red blush and bright, crimson lipstick as your eyelids shone in a glittery gold eyeshadow and pointy eyeliner. 

as your name soon got announced in the grand hall where nobles from different kingdoms would love to witness the beauty that is you, it’s as if a treasure had been unearthed before them as they feasted their eyes on the masked princess. earnestly observing your poise and allure, entranced by how you strut at the porcelain floors of your castle.

yet it was somewhat foolish of you to try and search for him in the hall, you hoped yet you knew that it’d be impossible to find a pirate in a ball. soon enough, the pretentious dancing had started. it dreaded you the most, since these gentlemen, regardless of age, tries to woo you and pick you up just to get a taste of your beauty. it irked you to an extent where you’d want to kick them in their manhood.

roughly thirty minutes have passed and you feel yourself falling asleep despite the movements of each dance. from the sleazy kings and airheaded princes, they’re all from the same mould of plain, boring men with no charm. even with the masks that covers half of their face, you could see all kinds of uglies in each of them. that is until you hook arms and hold hands with this one gentleman with the same familiar set of vermillion locks that sat in a disheveled manner atop his head. you felt that same aura from the man you’ve been longing to meet once again and it excited you. from the way he firmly held your waist and how his callous hands didn't faze you but only drew you closer by the princely figure clad in a three piece suit in black, two of the buttons on his dress shirt were unbuttoned to showcase more of his snowy skin from his upper chest to his neck. 

he had seemed to read how your expressions change with the smirk that made its way to his lips. “ you seem to be dozin’ off, princess. bored?” he greeted, as he met your hopeful eyes beneath each other’s masks. behind those pieces of fabric, you two knew all too well who each other were. 

“k-kidd-”

“shh.” he cut you off, stoically looking around to try and search the area for any hostility from the foolish nobles. thankfully, no suspicions arose due to the fact that masks and mysteries made the night more magical. “as much as i’d love to cause a ruckus, i’d like to dance with you a little more.”

this was the first time you’ve looked up with so much hope and marvel at the man you were dancing with, seemingly getting lost in his sunny eyes and the way he moves with you. “is it really you?”

“mhm, can’t believe it?” he laughed a little, giving you a little twirl before securely holding you back in your place again. “ya better wipe that drool off your lips cuz it might give us away, my lovely.” he scrunched his nose as he teased you, grip growing tighter to elicit a reaction from you. 

“how did you bypass the guards?”

“knocked them unconscious, nothin’ drastic.” he responded and left you giggling silently. “but hey, lemme  marvel at you for a minute, shortstack.  ‘cuz damn you’re quite the goddess tonight.” he poked on your chin, making your body feel hot all the more. 

“still the sweet talker, huh?” you scoffed as you hid your creeping blush. you bit on your tinted lips and avoided his gaze as you leaned down his shoulders and inhaled his alluring, metallic scent. “wherever do you get all that confidence?”

“i’ve gone through hell and back to finally see you and dance with you, there’s no reason for me to hold back, no?” he got closer, reveling in your scent and warmth. 

from an outsider’s perspective, this is quite a romance to see. most of your suitors soon become despondent because it appears that there’s already a winner, a king of the princess’ heart. the world seemingly revolving around the two of you as you both fit perfectly in each other’s arms as you two moved harmoniously with the melody of the orchestra. it warmed the hearts of the audience and most definitely, your parents. 

“what do you say if we,” you started, tracing the lines of his coat with your ringed fingers. “run away after this? just the two of us, go someplace where we can be alone together.”

his grip on your hands and waist grew tighter, matching the chuckle that lowly rumbled on his chest. he met your eyes once again. “i thought you’d never ask. i seem to be getting more drawn to you, princess.”

after a few minutes of dancing with him, the banquet started and the lot of you had feasted on the opulent food readied in the long dining tables of the grand hall. all the while you two kept exchanging glances and throwing smiles here and there.

once every noble was busy with their royal bullshit, you and kidd had taken the liberty to sneak outside the venue where the guards were gradually falling asleep. you, kidd, and his crew had taken care of knocking them unconscious in order to make it out of that hellhole. 

you two broke out of laughter as you got a good distance away from the palace, holding on your knees as you tried catching your breath and composing yourselves. he then pulled you closer by your waist as he leaned down, your noses brushing together and breaths touching each others’ lips. “c’mere and let me ki-”

“you pirates really think you can just head straight for the prize?” you put a finger between your lips and his. “come, let’s find a place more…intimate.” you winked at him, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his as you dragged him to a place of your liking. 

you two made your way to the local bathhouse where you used to relax with your friends from the village when you were a child. you were met with the landlady, one of your friends too, and looked at her with that knowing look. you placed your index finger atop your lips, signaling for her to stay quiet. she smiled at you mischievously, completely understanding what your plans were. 

you led him to one of the VIP rooms of the bathhouse and shut the door afterwards. “a bathhouse?” he asked, scanning the place.

“i’ve reserved the entire place, don’t worry.” you assured, taking off your mask and his simultaneously. “we can be as loud as we want here, captain.” you sultrily added, leaning closer to his ear as your hands moved across his body. 

“what a dirty thing for a princess to say, don’tcha think?” he replied, large hands lingering by your rear. “they’re probably wonderin’ where she is right now, hm?” he leaned down closer, hands traversing to the strings of your corset and precariously playing with them.

“let them.” you replied, your hands moving to where the buttons of his suit are. “i’m quite busy with more important things right now.”

“eh? like what?” he started, slowly undoing the knot of your corset. “fuckin’ a pirate?”

“oh shut up.” you discarded his upper garments, hands roaming the vastness of his toned torso. “clearly, you want me more than i want you.” he hummed in approval, finally crashing your lips together. 

he had you sat down on one of the sinks in the room with your legs wrapped around his waist, his lower half still clothed yet you can feel his member rubbing against you as he raised the skirt of your dress and pressed his crotch closer to yours. hums and moans emanating from both of your lips.

tucking a hair behind your ear, his rough hands held your jaw close to bury his tongue deeper in you. the span of his fingers holding your neck in place as he sucked on your lip, satisfied at the swollen and ruby result. 

you pulled on his hair from time to time, eliciting hums and growls of approval from him. your hands spanned across his broad back, marveling at the muscles and scars from his years of piracy. fingers gliding across his strong arms that gripped places that were sensitive from you,  your head tilting to where you can both fight for dominance in the kiss.

“have i ever told you,” he started, lips lingering by your ear and wandering down the column of your neck. “that my favorite color is red?” and just like that, your corset and overskirt was on the floor. the bastard haphazardly pulled the thing away after skillfully untying it.

“aren’t you skilled at taking clothes off!” you praised, smiling at him with your smudged lipstick. 

“you could say, i had tons of practice.” he replied, biting your lower lip.

“playboy.” you hopped off the sink, disappearing into the showers to wash up before jumping in the large tub that was dug down the rocky floors. “i seem to have gone away with a dangerous man.”

he followed shortly after, entering the same shower cubicle as you. the cold water torrenting down your bare bodies as you returned kisses with one another. his rough hands roaming the softness of your skin and each curve of your body, his hands and lips not leaving you and rendered you breathless. 

you pulled away, turning around. “look at me.” you raised his chin so you could have a good look at him. “you look like a prince yourself without the goggles and the make up, hm?” you placed a kiss on his cheek as you marveled at his bangs that had water dripping on its ends. it messily curtained his forehead and yellow eyes as the scarlet pigment contrasted his wintry skin. 

he looked away, cheeks heating up with your compliments and touch. but he bit back once more with a smug grin. “no way in hell i could be a prince, i’m a fuckin’ king, baby.” 

“alright alright, let me just appreciate how handsome you are, okay?” you held his face between your hands as you reached over to place a kiss at the corner of his lips. “what do you say we relax for a moment in the bath, hm?”

“relax means fuck, right?” he retorted, that usual grin back to his face. 

you bursted into laughter as you made your way to the wide bath, moaning at the relief of the water. he soon joined after you, reveling at the warmth of and tranquility of the bathwater. it had some rose petals floating on the aromatic water, scattered along with healing herbs. 

“i wish i could stay here forever with you, kidd.” you gazed towards him, soon standing up before him. 

he placed both of his hands on your hips as he studied and memorized how your body looks and relished his plans on how to ruin you. “we can do that,” he replied. “i’ll take you with me.”

you got settled down by his toned thighs, rigidly supporting your weight as you straddled his lap. he looked at you with so much desire as he scrutinized your body with his lips, placing wet kisses on each column and juncture of your torso. sucking on each of your mounds and taking his time nibbling on the bundle of nerves in between, ravaging moans out of you until you tug on his hair and scratch on his skin. he left visible marks on you from your jaw, across your neck, on the span of your chest, on the roundness of your breasts, and on the stretch of your stomach. he also took his time placing kisses on your fingers, particularly your knuckles up to your wrist where your pulse resides. 

he then pulled you closer by your hips, your core and his manhood rubbing against each other. he kneaded at the flesh on your rear as you also took your time in leaving hickeys at the wide span of his chest and neck. savoring the feeling of your lips on his skin as you get closer and closer to his member, “ready?” you mumbled, hands wrapping around his overwhelmingly prodigious length before you dip down the lukewarm bathwater. 

he licked his lips as he looked you down before softly holding your jaw and rubbing your lips with his thumb, “can you handle it, though?” his canines tugged at his lips as he grinned, haughtily looking down at you.

“you’ll be whining for more when i’m done with you, big guy.” you scoffed before finally dipping down and giving him the best head of his life. under the water, your gurgling sounds from gagging too much due to his girth and length drove him to the seventh heaven. he threw his head back, hands gripping either side of your head as he bucked his hips forward and felt the head of his length touch your throat mercilessly. he moaned in bliss as it chorused your name, relishing at how your nails dug by his hips and how bubbles rose from where you were submerged.

you finally emerged, trying to get some air as your chest heaved. “it felt fuckin’ surreal underwater, goddamn.” he welcomed you, “glad it didn’t kill ya.” he gave your rear a smack after you gave him a side glare. 

“it almost did!” you pouted and turned your back on him as you crossed your arms. he stood up as he laughed to himself, snaking his arms by your sides then up to your mounds. you squealed at the sudden warmth that played on your breasts, fiddling with the bundle of nerves on the middle. hot kisses also littered your neck as it traveled up your jaw. 

“can you stay mad at me, hm?” he nibbled at your ear, deep voice shaking you down to your core. “i’ll make it up to you real good, my lovely.” his hands slithered down your crevice, it throbbed at his touch.

his fingers slid in your core, two fingers already sending shockwaves coursing through your nerves. you could feel him rubbing his member at the cleft of your rear, stimulating you from front and back and driving you beyond your sanity. your knees felt numb, you would’ve fallen down to the ground if it weren’t for his hand on your core and the other was wrapped on your neck. 

“tell me,” he gruffly whispered. “ya still mad?” his fingers fervently rubbed you while his thumb stimulated your clit as it hazed all your senses. your eyes rolled at the back of your head as you clawed on his sinewy arms for support, struggling to keep yourself standing up at how your thighs shook amidst the arrival of your climax. all you could throw back was slurred words and continuous pleads that soon turned into desperate moans. “‘s what i thought.”

you panted heavily as you reached your climax, getting a hold of yourself as he sat you down on the space between his thighs on the wooden platform under the hot bath. all the while, comforting you with scattered kisses on your shoulders. his arms rested around your waist, placing his lips on your shivering skin as he seemingly can’t get enough of you. “what do ya think about bein’ queen of pirates, aye?”

“i’ve had enough of regality and its bullshit.” you huffed an annoyed sigh.  “but i wouldn’t mind if i’m with you.” you leaned closer to his neck, squirming under his touch near your sensitive areas.

“that’s pretty sweet of you, huh? this the princess package?” he placed a kiss on your cheek before nibbling on your ear.

“ah trust me, the princess in me is a version you wouldn’t want to experience.” you pressed his head further to your neck to feel more of his hot kisses.

“hm? i’d fuck the shit outta her then.” he licked a long trail on the column of your neck.

“let’s…” you started, trying to catch your breath. you turned around to face him, settling yourself on his lap once more. “go all the way.”

“cmon then.” he cocked a grin, “show me what you got.”

after rubbing his thick head on your crevice, you’re gradually adjusting to his staggering size. he leaned back and spread his arms by the sides of the rocks as he watched you fall into the abyss of delightful sin at how full you feel. you grabbed  on his shoulders for support as you bounced on his length, his hands fisting the flesh on your bum and guiding your movement. 

“you feel so fuckin’ good, my princess. such a fuckin’ whore for me.” he moaned, caressing the side of your face as he connected his lips with you. his arms wrapping around your waist as he thrusts his hips in chorus with yours, sending you to the ends of the earth at how desperate he was pounding into you. he buried his face between your breasts, engulfing his moans and biting at your sensitive spots..

each time he looked up at you he’ll see hearts in your eyes and savor how flushed your cheeks were. and each time you’d look down at him, he’d have this clouded look in his gaze where it seems that all he sees and hears is you. simultaneously chasing each other’s high, criminally fucking into each other as you two pursued climax after climaxes. not getting enough of each other and insatiably attracted to the feeling of being connected to one another. your core keeping his member warm and his member filling you up were the pleasures you two’d risk everything for. you’d wanted to do it all over again with him. 

and so you two did, professing love to one another through your carnal movements and whispering sweet and prurient somethings until the clock struck three and until your lower halves gave out. overstimulated and drunk on each other. bodies littered with bite marks, handprints, and kisses. that’s how you spent your night. 

you two snuck off once again, clothes loosely done as you made your way to the pier near his ship. you two plan on watching the sunrise, unbothered if someone else suspected the two of you. your hair had naturally dried, not caring if it’s styled or not. and so was kidd, his hair was loosely down and wasn’t in an updo. in your sincerest opinion, he looked more handsome that way.

 it was just an unspoken agreement that you two’d wait till sunrise and reveled each other’s embrace before parting again in the morning. hand in hand as they rested on his lap, your head settled on as his shoulders as he leaned back by a pillar to support the weight of both of you. 

“would you be delighted if i say i plan on joining you in that beautiful ship?” you suggested, observing the sea beneath your feet as they hang by the edge of the pier.

he perked up, looking at your face for any hint of insincerity. “ya really serious about that?!” his eyes shone in anticipation and excitement. “damn right i’d be hella delighted! fuck this kingdom, aye?”

you laughed a little. “fuck this kingdom.” you agreed, looking out the horizon as you watched the sun peeking and blinding you. you placed a hand above your line of sight to shield the light and watch the beauty of the sunrise. 

only to be scooped up by the palace guards and watch kidd be taken away from you as they knocked him down to the ground. it all happened too fast as you got farther and farther away from the man you spent the night with. he watched you disappear into the palace with a scornful glint in his eyes, reaching over with his face planted to the ground. you both screamed each other’s name, trying to break free from the strong restraints of the knights. 

“you are to be locked in your room until you learn your lesson!” your father announced harshly, “i am very disappointed in you, name. you’ve put our family’s name in disgrace!” 

“i couldn’t care less about the family’s name and whatever bullshit royalty! that’s all you two ever cared about! did you two actually care about me?! if i wanted to be a princess and marry a hooligan i don’t even know just because he can make our economy better?!” you bit back, tears streaming down your face as you poured out all your resent. your parents gasping at your language and boldness. “so tell me! w-what about him?! what will you do with him?!” 

“that man has done further damage to the palace and to you. he has bewitched you! such a feat only pirates can make!” 

“speak more ill of him and i swear, you two will have no heir to the throne much less a daughter!” the room felt grim and you see the horror in your parents’ eyes.  “in the short time that we’d met, he had been there more than you two could ever be in the two decades that i’ve lived!”

the room went silent.

“he’ll be rotting in the dungeon, awaiting his beheading. and you can’t do anything to stop it.” your parents stormed out the room after their verdict, you knelt to the floor in defeat, screaming to the ceiling at the cruel turn of events.

but you weren’t one to just stand by when your dream was about to be taken from you. as a child, you’ve explored every nook and cranny of the castle as you itched for adventure you couldn't keep still on your feet. no secret passageways are foreign to you. so you made your way to the passages among the castle walls. it was a dusty and skimpy trip but you were tunnel visioning right now, all that mattered was getting him out and leaving this rotten kingdom. 

you finally reached the dungeons where the knights are lazily guarding their sole prisoner. he caught sight of you and immediately livened up, you motioned for him to stay quiet as you took care of the knights by hitting them in a particular area of their neck and knocking them unconscious. 

“that was hot.” he remarked but you shushed him.

“no time for that! let’s get you out of here and sail away!”

“h-hold on!” the panic and hesitation in his demeanor was evident. he was not that usual haughty eustass kidd you’ve gotten to love. “are you really sure you want to sail away? with someone like me?”

“you ain’t deaf, aren’t you?!”

“a-aren’t you… scared of me?” he looked away bashfully, biting at his lips. 

you bursted into laughter. “what makes you say that, you silly fuck?”

he met your eyes, savoring the melody of your laughter. “all i’ve done was kill, pillage, and repeat. never in my life have i fuckin’ loved someone, and it’s scarin’ me how much i feel for you.” you noticed how his eyes got glassy and how his voice wavered. 

“look at me, eustass.” you held his face as your arms went past the holes between the bars. “i’ve seen how you are and i love everything about you. the fact that you came back for me is enough reason for me to know that you’re just as crazy for me as i am for you. a night with you had taught me more love than all my parents would’ve in my twenty years of existence.” tears streamed down your face as you announced your passion to him. it pleased you at how his expression softened with how he shut his eyes and leaned on your touch. “but, i have never loved someone too, what do you say we figure this shit called love together?”

his heart felt tight in that last bit, it was a found feeling he always experiences with you. with your words, all fear brimming in him  was instantly eradicated. to him, getting saved felt like outright vulnerability. and you’d expect kidd to not take that well knowing his nature, but something about the way you took the reigns and knew exactly what to do to escape made him feel hot and wanting for more of it. how you cleared his head and arranged it for him. or how you’d punt the shit outta those guards that he’d hoped you’d be so kind to give him a demo. and how you came back for him when all hope was lost. perhaps a new version of himself was discovered.

once you had opened his dungeon doors, all he could do was scoop you up by his arms and give you the deepest kiss. his grip tightening around you as you buried yourself deep inside his lips. it was just a few hours yet he managed to long for your lips and be in such misery without you. 

as you two made your escape, you couldn’t care less whether you get caught because kidd was no less stronger than each and everyone of your knights. the greatest knight you could ask for. he amassed metals and pummeled each one who dared cross your ways as you both exited the palace and made your way to the pier where his crewmates waited. he hoisted you up with his ability, a firm grip on your waist as he lifted you up like you weigh nothing. 

“got a pretty big treasure, captain?” one of his men greeted, smiling at the two of you as he unfurled the sails.

“hell yeah.” he gave you a kiss at the top of your forehead before raising your chin with his index finger and giving you a deep peck. “she’s quite the catch.”

idk why this took so long but yes more aus with kidd! these are so much fun to make uwu

[cheegu3]

~ Jungwon - Dr. Evil ~

tw / trigger warning: yandere themes, hospital scenes, car accident, blood, murder, swearing

synopsis: as your husband enters a car accident, you rush him urgently to the hospital. The one that happened to be the closest was Yang Junwon’s hospital that he ruled over. One glance was all it took for the doctor to become infatuated with you, but one problem was still evident...your husband

wc: 2.8k

pairing: doctor!jungwon x y/n (+ husband!jake)

a/n: I’ve become jungwon biased in this enhypen phase 😭 I will post other groups soon I promise !!!

I had no idea how to write the car scene lmao but yet again this fic inspo came to me in the form of a dream !!

What was he supposed to do? You came into his clinic and caught his attention right away. Anyone would’ve done the same if they got to witness your beauty.

As your eyes locked for the first time, his breath hitched - Jungwon knew, right then and there that he had to have you no matter what.

As your eyes locked for the first time, his breath hitched - Jungwon knew, right then and there that he had to have you no matter what.

There was just one problem, your husband.

It had been a late, snowy night in November. You and your husband had dinner with your parents and were now heading back.

Fresh snow covered the ground, hiding the deadly ice underneath with a constant flow of snowflakes piling on top.

Your parents insisted on you two staying the night, arguing about a storm coming - but both you and your husband Jake argued back just as passionately.

You couldn’t wait to get home to the comfortable bed you shared with the love of your life; fireplace warm and hot cocoa with some Christmas movies beforehand.

Eventually, they had to give up - having followed you halfway up to your car and still trying to change your minds, they realised it was quite pointless. A reason you had married Jake was because you were both equally stubborn, to your mother’s distaste.

So you both got into the car and started driving home. It was going pretty well at first; the path that lead up to your parents’ home was fine but it started to get icier as you turned on the road.

You looked at your husband, a small clump in your stomach growing with every meter he drove. He assured you that it was fine, he was experienced with weather like this and that you’d be home “ in no time “.

Then it all went too quickly. As you approached a crossing where it was the iciest, the tires lost grip making the vehicle slide over to the other lane. Just then, a car rammed into the side of your car.

Your vision turned black for several minutes. Consciousness trying to re-enter your body desperately. A hand made you jolt awake suddenly and you heard several worried voices shouting over each other in the background.

You blinked a few times as the stranger’s face was coming into view. It was an older woman, her hands were covered in blood and her face looked worried.

‘‘ You’re okay now. Let’s get you to a hospital ‘‘ she said, her soothing voice reminding you of your own mom.

You smiled weakly and managed to get out of the car with the help of the kind lady. Outside stood many parked cars scattered chaotically in the middle of the crossing and you could see an ambulance approaching in the distance.

‘‘ My husband? ‘‘ you said to her.

She gave you a sympathetic look, leading you away from the car to wait for the ambulance to park. You felt as if she was trying to distract you from something; Panic and worry started to form inside.

‘‘ Why won’t you tell me? Is he okay? Is my husband okay? ‘‘

‘‘ He’s...in critical condition ‘‘ she finally admitted after you started clinging onto her arm desperately. 

In critical condition? You weren’t sure what that meant, only knowing it was serious. But like always you stayed positive - repeating affirmations in your head that it was all going to be okay, your husband was going to survive and you would arrive home safely; together.

The lady lead you to an ambulance that had its doors open, the other one had not. Peeking inside you realised disappointedly that your husband wasn’t inside this one, but let yourself be pushed into it nonetheless.

The silent ride to the hospital left room for your mind to wander - anxiously thinking of your husband and all the ways it could go wrong once you’d arrive. You couldn’t imagine a life without him, it felt impossible.

‘‘ Miss Y/n? ‘‘ a soft voice called out to you.

Your head snapped up, staring at a young woman outside the ambulance.

You hadn’t even noticed you’d arrived so quickly, the hospital must have been very close.

‘‘ Yes? ‘‘

She smiled and then stepped to the side, signaling for you to get out of the vehicle. You immediately obeyed; the adrenaline starting to pump inside your body again at the thought of possibly seeing your husband soon.

‘‘ Doctor Yang will be taking care of you and your husband today. Once you get in, he will greet you and then lead you to your husband. Mr. Sim will be examined and then they will decide what treatment he needs ‘‘

You nodded silently to the woman, giving her a small smile as your mind was already elsewhere. Your eyes stared at the entrance.

The woman then gestured towards it and you took that as your cue to go inside. You had to stop yourself from running.

The doors slid open and revealed a very young but handsome man. Your overactive mind didn’t notice, only glancing briefly as you approached him hesitantly - but the doctor furrowed his brows at the sight of you, the corners of his mouth quirked upwards and he examined you like he would a patient.

A hand was extended towards you, making you look up in surprise. The eye-contact was intense and it freaked you out. As a doctor, shouldn’t he look empathetic or sorry for your situation? Then why did he look intrigued and almost happy as you met his eyes? He even had a pleased smile on his face...

‘‘ I’m doctor Yang Jungwon, nice to meet you ‘‘

His eyebrow raised at your lack of answer but you still shook his hand.

‘‘ And you are..? ‘‘

‘‘ Y/n ‘‘ you said, eyes darting behind him to see if you could spot your husband.

He watched you silently.

‘‘ You must be waiting to see your husband ‘‘ he contained his smirk at the thought of your badly injured significant other ‘‘ Follow me ‘‘.

You nodded eagerly and followed him. Your husband’s room was at the back of the ER - Where supposedly “ the worst conditioned “ ones were kept, without windows and with locks so no curious eyes could catch a glimpse of death.

As the door was getting closer, you tried your very best to not think of that fact. But it was extremely hard, seeing as the lights in this area were more dim and no voices were heard down the hall at all.

‘‘ Here we are ‘‘ 

Your head raised at the sound of the doctor’s voice. He sounded so...casual? But maybe he had been trained to be calm under all kinds of pressure.

You took a deep breath and stepped into the room, feeling him immediately follow behind.

Unfortunately, your husband looked worse than you had imagined. His eyes were closed, looking peaceful which was a stark contrast to his beaten and bandaged body. He was unconscious, and you were sort of thankful for that as it meant his body could heal while he rested.

Tears welled up in your eyes at your lover’s pitiful form. You wish he could wake up so you could tell him it was going to be okay. But you weren’t even sure if that was the truth.

Judging by the amount of beeping machines attached to him, you knew there was a good reason for keeping him so far away from the other patients; he might not survive.

The question popped into your head and you didn’t really try to stop yourself from blurting it out at once.

‘‘ What’s his condition right now? ‘‘

Your eyes followed the doctor as he casually strolled around to your husband’s bed and crossed his arms while watching him. You weren’t sure if he was assessing him or just pretending to - because his eyes were blank and emotionless, but when they met yours again they softened.

Stop overanalysing everything because of your anxiety, it meant nothing..

You smiled uncomfortably, gathering yourself and controlling your facial expressions. 

He ticked his tongue; rather amused that you felt uneasy whenever you had eye-contact with him. It felt exciting and empowering.

‘‘ He’s not stable yet, we’re unsure if he’s in a coma but he is unconscious as you can tell ‘‘ Jungwon’s eyes went up to the machine showing your husband’s heart-rate. ‘‘ He will have to stay here for a couple of weeks, maybe more depending on when he wakes up ‘‘.

‘‘ And his survival rate? ‘‘

His eyebrows raised; surprised by your question. You seemed to be a very logical and straightforward person who didn’t beat around the bush nor want things sugarcoated.

How interesting.

Usually the doctor would have to lie to his patients’ family members, soften the blow a bit and comfort them as even when he’d deliver a lie they still broke down in tears dramatically. 

He hated people like that. But it were those kind that Jungwon dealt with every day in his work. Many times, the resignation letter had been close to being dropped off at the CEO’s office but something always stopped him from doing it. Maybe it had all been leading up to this day today - it was destiny, it had to be!

‘‘ Frankly not the best. 50% ‘‘ 

He watched your face closely, curious to see your reaction to the horrible news. You tried to focus on breathing regularly, only nodding silently as you were deep in thought - But he could see right through you.

50% wasn’t too bad, right? You had a habit of being delusional, it made things a lot easier. A protective shell built up of toxic positivity, preventing you from losing your cool completely and having a mental breakdown.

But even though it wasn’t healthy, it felt safe so you didn’t care. You gave him a small smile, one that didn’t reach your eyes but was still hopeful.

‘‘ Thank you ‘‘ 

You walked closer to your husband’s bed, having stood by the door before to create some distance.

You smiled again but this time it was a painful one. Your facial expressions twisting as a reflection of the agony you felt inside at the sight of your husband. A hand instinctively went up to touch the side of his face affectionately. 

He felt cold, body not reacting to your touch or the sound of your voice. It made you a bit sad. You were always told as a kid that ‘’ love defeats all ‘’ but maybe not when it came to science.

A deep sigh escaped from your tight lips, making you come back to your senses after being caught up in your thoughts again. That’s when you felt the doctor’s heavy gaze on you.

It made you jump in surprise and you backed away as your face quickly turned red in embarrassment, 

‘‘ I’m sorry...I thought you left I- ‘‘ you mumbled, apologies spilling from your mouth.

The corners of his lips curved upwards at your cuteness. And well, you weren’t technically wrong - he should leave, but he didn’t want to. Screw patient privacy he wanted to watch you forever like this.

It made him feel good to know your husband’s life was in his hands and he, only he could decide what to do with it. 

However Jungwon was getting impatient. So many tears welling from your pretty eyes being wasted over a nobody like the man in front of him, it was a shame. He could think of better ways for you to use your tears. 

Knowing he’d want to act soon, to make the next part of his plan kick in - he unhooked your husband from some of the machines and pulled his bed out.

Your furrowed your brows, immediately coming up to clutch the side of the bed to catch the doctor’s attention; demanding an explanation.

‘‘ I think he should go into surgery, it doesn’t look like it will get any better. It’s the only way he has that 50% of surviving, otherwise it’s 0% ‘‘

‘‘ But...’‘ you said.

‘‘ I’m the doctor ‘‘ he said matter of factly and a bit arrogantly as if that meant he was always right.

Despite that, you still stepped aside and waved your husband goodbye for now as he was pushed away by Jungwon.

He told you to wait in the room and that it would take maybe 1-3 hours max. He also surprised you by giving you his hospital card, urging you to use it to buy food for yourself at the hospital while you waited.

It felt a bit odd. You had never heard of such a thing - either it was unprofessional or he was an overly nice doctor that did this to all of his patients’ loved ones.

As he left you stared at the card, turning it over and playing with it in your hand. The whole situation felt so surreal. Not only had the day been going on for what felt like forever, but the surgery had been decided so quickly.

From the small amount of knowledge you had about hospitals from medical dramas, albeit not accurate; they always had doctors consult with others, wether that be nurses or different doctors. They never took such big decisions on their own.

So why did Dr. Yang do that?

Nevertheless you decided to trust him. What were you supposed to do anyway as the anxiety made doubts creep into your mind - run in there and stop him? That would never work.

So you just let the time pass. Wandering the halls back and forth several times. You had bought food but it laid untouched inside your husband’s room.

One hour had passed, then two and finally three. Just as the clock stroke past the 3 hour mark, the door slid open.

You had retreated back to the room after the nurses began gossiping when they saw you pacing with a blank look on your face.

“ Hey “

He looked relaxed, almost too relaxed - did this mean he had good news?

“ Did he survive? “

Jungwon grimaced, he disliked bad manners. Especially when it came to you; He will have to teach you that later. But right now, shouldn’t you be happy he was there to see you again?

He had been gone so long, been so busy - burying the body of your husband…

Weren’t you happy your true love was yours now?

The long silence and his reaction made you somehow realise what had happened. Not that he had killed him but that your lover was dead.

So you burst into tears without the doctor uttering a single word.

Burying your head into your knees you sobbed uncontrollably, body shaking with every breath you drew.

Jungwon came over and laid an arm over your shoulder. He shushed you comfortingly and even placed kisses on your head - but you were too out of it to even care.

“ It’s gonna be okay, y/n “

You sniffled out an answer in between choked tears.

“ No, it’s not. I just lost the love of my life “

As your head was buried you couldn’t see the utter rage that took over the doctor’s beautiful features. His eyebrows twisted in annoyance as he watched you silently, a slight sour taste forming in his mouth.

‘‘ Oh, seriously? He didn’t even fucking deserve you ‘‘ he spat out, venom dripping from his voice.

You lifted your head to look at him, mirroring his expressions.

‘‘ Who are you to tell me that? What the fuck is wrong with y- ‘‘

His smirk made the realisation sink in; that feeling you shouldn’t have ignored from the start came back.

‘‘ You killed him, didn’t you? ‘‘

‘‘ Took you long enough ‘‘ Jungwon scoffed sarcastically, not bothering to hide his true persona now, as if he was proud of taking a person’s life.

You felt sick to your stomach - even more so when you were reminded of his arm around you shoulder, comforting you while you cluelessly cried into the arms of your husband’s murderer.

You tried to twist out of his grasp, feeling the bile quickly traveling up but he was quicker; already predicting your movements he pulled you in harshly, pressing you even harder into his body now.

It felt like you couldn’t breathe. Jungwon was much stronger than you had imagined and the newfound information of him that he was capable of murder made you terrified to make the wrong mistake. 

If you did, would he throw you away like all his other patients; like a toy he was bored of playing with? After all - he could always get another pretty doll if you annoyed him too much...

It was as if he was reading your thoughts again when you looked into his eyes. His were screaming of danger and arrogance, yours were sorrowful. 

‘‘ You’ll behave now, won’t you? I don’t like when people annoy me or test my patience. You don’t want to find out what happens when they do.. ‘‘ 

[underfaller]

Chapter 7: ζ (Pt. 1)

Pairing: dottore x angel!reader

Summary: You are a Heavenly Messenger from Celestia that’s been captured by a mysterious Doctor

CW: violence, body horror

Word count: 2.8k

This place is a maze.

This is just one of the hundreds of thoughts that are racing through your mind as you slow to a halt, looking down the corridor you’re on. Multiple doors stand on each side and as you wander through the hallway, you quickly realize none of them are what you’re looking for. 

You need to find stairs. You know you are multiple stories above the ground-- you’ve been able to deduce that much. You look at the wall facing you. There’s a large window. You consider smashing the barless window and jumping out of it. It would be unwise. Your clipped feathers, albeit a bit longer, are not fully functional yet. You’d probably hover a bit before plummeting to the ground and you'd rather not be dragged back screaming with broken legs. 

A small voice in your head worries that you won’t be able to withstand the Snezhnayan winter once outside. Where will you even go? What will you-- all alone in this unknown mortal realm-- do with your freedom? You try to suppress these thoughts. You could worry about that after you’ve managed to escape. 

You know that the Doctor will soon realize you are missing. You can only hope that by the time he does, you have already found an exit and escaped into the snowy wilderness. You can feel your time running out. Your head pounds with anxious tension as your mind teeters on an edge of panic as sharp as the knife you held in your sweaty palms. You enter a small room, peering warily inside the darkness. It’s a storage room filled with boxes of who knows what. You step inside gingerly. There is nothing here of use or value so you turn to leave, but as you do, your blood runs ice cold. 

“Where has my darling gone?” 

Too late.

He knows. 

The hairs on the back of your neck rise as you hear Dottore’s boots echo across the hallway. If you run out of this room, you’ll surely be caught, but if you simply stand here you’re as good as dead. You look around wildly for a place to hide and spot a small landing atop the shelves that you could try to sneak on. You instinctively flap your wings, but remember they’re clipped and hold back a small noise of panicked frustration. In your desperation, you jump, hovering a bit and clawing desperately at the shelf, somehow managing to climb atop without too much noise as you lower yourself against the metal. The boxes around you further conceal your figure in the darkness. You can hear him coming closer. Your heart thumps louder with each footstep. You silently beg for it to be still-- as if he would hear its rapid beating and follow it to you. 

“Ah ha! It seems my feathered friend wants to play hide and seek!”

The only reply to Dottore words is silence. You dare not make a noise. 

“You can't run forever, little one! I'm going to find you. You're only temporarily prolonging the inevitable. Though perhaps if you come out now, I won’t punish you as harshly.”

Your hands clasp together around your knife, praying that he will pass. At first, you think he will, but Dottore soon pokes his head into the storage room before sauntering in. He’s hunched, his hands nestled in the pockets of his lab coat, keenly observing the room. The man is silent and confident, yet extremely deadly, like a wolf on the hunt. The small rays of light that cast his shadow over the room make the Doctor much more menacing. From your hiding spot, you catch a glimpse of the small smile etched on his face. It’s unlike the calm, collected, and condescending ones he often gives you or even the excited, fanatical ones that prevailed when he cut someone open. No, this smile was one of pure madness. Yet, in this deranged state, you can see that the Doctor was even more cunning, calculating, and enthralled than ever. Fear freezes your veins as you realize that despite having been here for quite some time, you’ve never seen who Dottore really is. 

This is the Doctor’s true nature.

Part of you wants to run to him, to beg for forgiveness, to quit this silly chase.  The part of you that regrets leaving knows you will not escape unscathed. On the other hand, the part of you that grips your knife close to your chest with bated breath is willing to claw your way out of this hellhole with every fiber in your being. You just needed to leave-- harm was simply a side effect to this game you play with the Doctor. You have been through enough of it to withstand one final showdown with your captive. You are willing to feel pain if it means freedom. 

You choose to follow this side of you. 

Suddenly, a rustling can be heard under you. You feel terror wash over you. 

Splat. 

A small squeak quickly silenced. A needlelike blade pins the small mouse to a box on the bottom shelf by its impaled neck. Dottore strides over to it, picking up his weapon stabbed through the limp animal. He holds it up, inspecting it. 

If it weren’t for the boxes, you would be making direct eye contact with him. 

Dottore clicks his tongue in annoyance, dangling his blade and letting the small animal slide off its metal edge, falling to the ground with a dull thud. He turns. You hear him whistling as he leaves, twirling the small blade in his hand. The whistling becomes fainter as Dottore walks down the hallway, before it vanishes altogether. 

You take a shaky breath, trembling as you make your way down from the shelves. 

As soon as your feet touch the ground, you run. 

The clock ticks once more. Every second you spend lost in these hallways is one more closer to your doom. 

Tick.

Tock. 

Left. Right. East. West. You didn’t know where you were going, but you still desperately threw open doors and turned corners trying to find your breakout. 

And you finally do. You open a steel door that reveals a winding staircase. You feel the relief wash over you, fueling you with just a bit more adrenaline to make a break for it. You spread your wings and glide down the stairs, running as fast as you can. Though you're sloppy and lopsided, you can still use your wings to give you a small boost in speed. 

You can’t stop now though. 

You throw yourself out the door at the end of the stairs. Another hallway, but your eyes glint at the large door in the end. You realize this is what you're looking for. The light at the end of the tunnel. Beyond this door is freedom. 

"Got you."

Just as you're about to reach liberation, a large figure cuts you off.  You instantly brandish your weapon, ready to cut Dottore down where he stood. A familiar thought passes through your mind. 

It's me or him. 

Me or him. 

You grip the blade aiming for his jugular. Dottore moves out of the way just in time, grabbing your arm and seamlessly pinning it behind you as he painfully pushes you to the floor. His knee digs into you as he twists your arm until you drop the blade.

Dottore picks it up, humming with disappointment. 

"Wow, not even a sliver of hesitation to kill me? Tut, tut. How disappointing. With my own tools too. Talk about biting the hand that feeds you,” He roars with laughter. “You were close too. You must feel awful. Hahaha!”

Your eyes peer at the door mere inches away from your face. How could you be so close, yet so far from freedom?

Dottore roughly pulls you by your hair, lifting your head up. You've never seen him this unhinged. You knew the Doctor was deranged, yet Dottore never seemed more so than in this moment. Messy hair spills over his lopsided mask as he breathes heavily against your neck. He's absolutely manic simply by the thrill of this chase. 

You struggle wildly, yelling and screaming. 

“Let go of me!”

Dottore breaks out in another fit of laughter. 

"Still trying to leave? You're so damn stubborn! Get a clue, will you?"

He slams your head into the ground. Your vision explodes with stars. You cough, tasting the blood that slowly seeps in your mouth. Dottore pulls a syringe from his pocket, pushing the needle through a small vial and watching as it fills with a clear liquid. You let out a noise of distress, flapping your wings fiercely as you use the rest of your strength trying to escape from the clutches of the Doctor. He only smiles at you using one hand to pin you down by the scruff and the other to ready the syringe at the side of your neck.

“Don’t worry. When you wake up, you’ll be back where you’re supposed to be. Then we shall discuss the consequences of your actions.”

Please no…

I don’t want to go back. 

As Dottore injects the sedative into your neck, he leans closer uttering a sentence that completely shatters your heart. 

"And just so you know, I left that door unlocked on purpose."

You were never meant to escape. You never had a chance. 

You have been in the palm of the Doctor’s hand this whole time. 

You look at Dottore. The realization and despair written across your face as you slowly slip into an unwilling unconsciousness. 

"Sweet dreams, my darling."

You groan softly, trying to rub your face only to find you’re once again strapped on the operation table. You turn towards Dottore, who looks at you crossed arms.

It took you exactly ten hours to wake.  

“Look who's finally awake,” Dottore states, leaning over you.  “You failed my test. I must say, I am a bit disappointed.” 

You look back at him, glaring. 

“You tricked me.”

“Oh, I wouldn't call it a trick, little one,” Dottore remarks. “More like an opportunity to see just how far you've come under my care. And from what I can see, there's still quite a bit of work to be done. And even if it was a trick, you should be used to that by now. Did the gods purposely make you this naive or are you simply stupid?”

“Your care?” You let out a rueful laugh before narrowing your eyes. “You couldn't have possibly expected me to stay here. After everything…” 

“Oh, but I did expect it.” Dottore retorted. “The least I expected from you was not to run away. After all, I treated you very well compared to my other test subjects. I'm a very patient and generous man. Perhaps too much so.”

That was not a lie. Dottore really didn’t expect you to be so eager to run from him. He-- for what it was worth-- truly did treat you better than his other subjects, albeit for his own personal gain. But you didn’t know that, so you should’ve been grateful. Surprisingly, Dottore feels a sliver of sincere anger towards you for betraying his trust. It ‘s odd--he did not think he would care so much about the outcome of such a minute test. 

“Tch. That is your fault for assuming such things. I would never help you willingly.” 

Dottore laughs. 

“You don't have to be willing, you just simply have to obey,” He lightly taps your forehead. “But what's done is done and now it's time to pay the consequences. After all, betraying my trust is not something I take lightly… And just when I was starting to grow fond of you.” 

The last part drips with sarcasm. 

Dottore pulls out your left wing, examining it as he did a few weeks ago. 

“Hmmm... I clipped your feathers thinking you wouldn't be able to fly so competently. Even if it is more like gliding at this stage, it simply won’t do if you’re going to be so unruly. I suppose I was incorrect. That's alright. One can't expect to be correct all the time, even a genius like myself. As much as my ego would enjoy it, it would be quite boring if that were the case. Ultimately, science is all about the exhilaration of discovery.”

Dottore snaps his fingers, his eyes lighting up. “Aha! And I know exactly what I'd like to discover right now.”

He walks over towards a drawer, rummaging through its contents. 

It’s in here somewhere…

“You've been a good subject thus far. I almost feel guilty doing this. I’m saddened you ruined the balance of our relationship. Though it's hard to sympathize with a traitor.”

“You can’t be a traitor when there was never loyalty to begin with.” You shot back, your words lined with malice. 

Dottore looks back at you, his hand over his chest, feigning hurt. 

“How cruel! For an angel, you can be quite hurtful. That's perfectly fine though. Mouth off all you want-- it won’t change your outcome.”

Such brazen words. Dottore has to admit you’re brave for the way you so promptly and insistently spit such cutting responses back at him. Perhaps you really were dumb. Bravery was simply a nicer word for stupid, after all. 

There it is!

Dottore returns to you, gesturing to the weapon in his hand. 

“It is admittedly a bit crude of a tool,” He explains, “But it is more for my ease and comfort in this little experiment.”

“What experiment?”

His lips curl into an evil smirk. 

“Well, a human arm takes roughly 73 newtons of force for a simple fracture. The bones in your wing probably take less because of the density disparity between the two. I suppose we’ll have to simply test it.”

Dottore stretches out your left wing once more. Which bone should he break? He’d have to think about it. Your eyes widen in horror as you realize what he’s about to do. He can see the tears in your eyes already forming. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please don’t do this.”

You're once again reduced to begging. Dottore smiles even wider. This was the you that he enjoyed. Obedient and meek-- cowering and begging at his feet like the insignificant animal you were. 

Why did you have to be such a little rebel? 

“Oh my dear, you should have thought about that before you tried to run away,” Dottore states. He traces the length of the hard bone closest to your shoulder. Yes, this one will be satisfactory. “This is the humerus. Similar to the one in your upper arm. The humerus is quite pivotal for flying since it receives exertion from both your flight muscles and the forces of aerodynamics.” 

Dottore raises the mallet, bringing it down on your wing.  

Crack. 

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The sound of your bone snapping fills the room. Instantly, you let out a high-pitched scream. You jerk against your restraints violently, desperately trying to escape and writhe against the table as anguish washes over you. Your screams are unlike any noise he’s ever heard from you, absolutely visceral and blood-curdling. 

It’s music to his ears. 

“...That did it. Now onto the next one,” Dottore observes, satisfied. He drops your left wing, which falls unnaturally limp over the edge of the table, and crosses over, pulling your right wing out. You’re sobbing and crying hysterically, begging for him to stop. To not break both of your wings. To leave at least one. 

That wouldn’t make sense. What’s the use of only doing half an experiment? 

“Now watch closely while I perform test B…” Dottore begins. “These top bones here are the radius and ulna. They’re equivalent to the ones in your wrist and lower arm and allow you to use secondary flight feathers and rotate your wing. They’re quite close together so you’ll have to forgive me since I’m going to break both of them.”

“Please, Dottore. I promise I won’t run. I promise I’ll stay. I’ll do everything you say. Please-”

Your pleas are cut off by another cracking noise followed by another scream ripping from your throat. Dottore watches your agony for a while in morbid curiosity and content. He reaches for his clipboard, writing some details of this endeavor on it. He’ll write a full report later. Right now, he undoes your restraints and gently lifts you from the table, pressing you against his chest as you sob and sob and sob. Dottore laughs softly as your arms wrap around his neck and he pats your back, making sure to brush a hand over one of your broken wings. 

“I think we both learned a few things today, hm?” Dottore muses. “Now let’s get you back to your room.” 

You only answer with another wretched, choked cry. Your wings fall flaccidly against your back. You certainly wouldn’t be using those anytime soon. Dottore smiles. He's surprised you haven't passed out yet from the sheer pain. As much as he insulted you, you were certainly stronger than you looked. As he carries you back to your room, he whispers in your ear.

“We still have a long way to go, my little birdie.” 

past chapters here

[cherry-dr0p]

Haven't shown Tumblr much of Alice yet so here's a post dedicated to her.

[ CW: A whole LOT of OCxCanon ]

( This will also be a seperate AU so Im gonna tweak some things to fit Alice's story )

Another TW: Blood/gore warning.. The picture is kinda graphic so be cautious please!!

Summary of her story:

☆ Part 1: Photographic memories blurred. ☆

Before his death

Alice Moore is a 23 year old woman who works in a cafe in Brighton. She was originally dating Brian Stells before his passing. They lived in an apartment together after being in a relationship for a few years. She worked in the cafe whilst Brian was searching for a job, as they both were pretty broke at the time. Soon, Brian found a job as a facility caretaker in the newspaper. Brian was quite eager as it paid well, but Alice was more convinced of his safety more than anything. Eventually, Alice reluctantly agreed and let him take the job.

Note about paragraph above: If this was in the actual TWF series, this wouldn't be showcased as such. Perhaps little hints and clues to the information above in the series but it wouldn't be outright said (other than her occupation and name probably. Its also worthy to note Brian is like 24/25 in my AU)

After his death

Fast forward to afterwards, and Alice would be seen pacing up and down her apartment, waiting for Brian. It had been 2 hours since he had been due to come back from work, and there was no sign of him. The phone instantly rang, and it was her best friend Elise. She had questioned if Brian had returned yet, and Alice denied it. Elise apologised and after some silence, Alice expressed her wishes to go to the police. After a bit of debating, Elise reluctantly agreed for Alice to take this to the police. However, before the call ended, Elise muttered one thing;

"Dont do anything stupid, Alice. Please."

Alice nodded and hung up, saying her goodbyes. Before she went, she spotted an old camera laying around that she borrowed from Elise for something. She picked it up and took it with her, as something inside her was screaming for her to take it; that it'd be useful.

She then went to the police station and expressed her concerns with Brian's disappearance. The officer/receptionist nodded and questioned if Alice knew anything about the disappearance. Alice explained what happened and it was clear he thought Alice was joking or telling lies. He joked that if she could find evidence herself, then maybe he'd take the case seriously. However, Alice took this as no joke and then went off to St. Juana's forest, taking a bus.

The search for evidence (The main part of Alice's story)

Alice soon arrived in St Juana's forest (where she vividly remembered seeing the facility was here in the newspaper) on a snowy night with a flashlight in hand; She always kept a mini one in her pocket in case she needed it. It was a long wander to find something, anything that could relate to Brian's death. It was odd, as during her wanders, she spotted a shadow moving from the distance and children laughing. Though, she shrugged it off as her paranoia coming in. However, she spotted something on the ground from a distance. She walked over to check it out. It was...

She stood there... shocked... It couldn't be.

Brian... He's dead.

She couldnt help but fight back the tears - blocking out her feelings - as she used the camera to take a picture. It was then she let her emotions flow. She could hardly believe her eyes as she fell onto her kneed and held him close, sobbing. The one person she trusted and adored more than anything was laying there in the cold, covered in blood with his body mangled and tampered with.

Eventually, as she was sobbing onto his deceased corpse, she heard footsteps from afar. Her automatic reaction was to sprint until she reached a big cliff, with a bunch of fluffy snow covering the bottom. She looked back, panicked.

"What do you want from me?!"

Alice asked in a panicked manner, still unsure of who the two figures were as she glanced back. They seemed to be human figures. As they came into view, it was Chris and Felix. Alice was confused as she clutched the photos she had taken of the scenery to her. Felix beckoned her to give the photos back as they could be used "maliciously", so he states. Alice doesnt budge, and keeps a hard grip onto the photos. As Felix gets closer to try and intimidate her, Chris following along nervously (he does not want to be there, but was likely dragged there). Soon, as Felix backs her into a corner, Alice looks back down at the high cliff, calculating her fall as she looks back up at him. She claims that she'd rather die before giving him what he wants and letting him get away with everything. She falls back off the cliff, both Chris and Felix panicked, racing down to get to where she is.

Alice... she's numb with the snow that covers her. She cant move her leg or arm, and her hands have a off purple/blue colour to them. Alice attempts to fight back the tears and fight the feeling of the excruciating pain, but she struggles. She bursts into tears.

Felix and Chris makes it down there. Without a second thought, Felix snatches the photos from Alice, as much as Alice keeps her grip. She grimaces at both Felix and Chris as they both walk off. Her conciousness is slowly slipping as she mumbles the words;

"I'm so cold. . ."

And then, she's gone. Or so she thinks.

She wakes up in a hospital bed, a few people surrounding her. Nurses, a doctor, Elise, and a strange man with a clipboard. Elise greets her and sobs, claiming that she thought Alice was gone. Alice looks down and spots some body parts wrapped up in bandages. The man with the clipboard exclaims to want to speak to Alice in private, in which those around her lets him. Upon questioning, at the time, as she's questioned, she cant remember anything. Alice panics, as this has never happened to her before. All she can remember is Brian's corpse.

It was weird. Alice was determined she was gone for good. But, it's best to make the best of being given a second chance.

☆ Part 2: Mending The Past For The Future. ☆

Note: Excuse the angel Brian joke doodle 😭 I jus was feeling silly whilst drawing this,,,

I haven't completely fleshed out this part, but through the next few years, Alice is determined to gather evidence to do whatever it takes to take revenge on Felix and what he had done to her. In this part, Elise becomes a facility caretaker in order to help Alice and gather information for her - as Alice's first step is gathering evidence and information about Bon's Burgers/K-9 and their employees' disappearances - but eventually dies herself, which fuels her fury more. At some points, Alice doesnt know why she's been given a second chance at life, as it's filled with agony with those she cares for dropping like flies.

I haven't totally figured out her death and if she dies, but yk. We are so back.

And that's all I have :3 as a little reward for making it to the end, have some Alice/Brian doodles

Most of these are months old but I still like them :3

Alice's main quote from the show becomes "I'm so cold" because aaahh

[iwriteoccasionalli]

Small W.I.P Killer Sans oneshot I’m working on

Killer hated the cold.

Pressing against his bones with an oppressive chill, it clawed and fought through fabric in an bitter bite that shredded though anything in it’s path. Numbness clawing its way along shivering bone, leaving pinpricked needles in it’s wake.

It hit way too close for him in his personal opinion. Far too familiar of a drag, a nuisance.

Such a thought dragged a sharp cold winded sigh past his teeth, breath coming out as short mist that clouded the chilled air.

Hands dragged up painfully slow, numb fingertips wrapped around faded blue cloth to drag it closer around his frame. Protectively hiding chilled bones as edges brushed past the now inverted heart shape that writhed his soul. Same in the fact nothing was safe from the bleak freeze of crystalized air.

A sniffle from his form broke him from his thoughts, hand shakily rising from his chest to wipe away tar from his cheeks leaving gray streaks upon porcelain white.

Stars, he hated the cold.

Yet…

He always found himself returning nonetheless.

Why..?

Why was that?

Was all that happened not enough.

Were these emotions even real, or yet another sick game masqueraded by inky black tendrils.

The thought brought a sharp inhale, singular white eyelight hidden within dull sockets flickering to life as he glances about surroundings with sudden clarity.

His back was pressed firmly against the cold wood of a crumbled building, sights of an old sign nearby with firm plantings within the snowy ground visible to his near left, lights reminiscent of those one might see during the holiday months amongst the surface dangled undisturbed forevermore.

‘S ow in’ it read, old and warm paint crumpled and itched off.

Yet he filled in the gaps of weathered writing.

This timeline held a Pacifist route. The inhabitants of this underground having long left to clearer skys.

The thought brought a furrow to his expression, hand instinctively pulled up to cold cheekbones to swipe away at rapid corruption reminiscent of tears.

He was NOT crying. He reminded himself.

Though not quite sure who he was really attempting to convince.

Soon.

Soon he would go back, just like a starving dog returning to a calling owner.

Everything would go back to normal.

A heavy cycle of dust and blood that stained his fingertips evermore.

His soul felt a sharp start at the thought. Tiny thoughts of rebellion seeping into his thoughts in a form of protest by his very being.

What could he do?

[niamhpoppleton]

The Frog's Discovery Of Christmas

As ice danced across the plains and a sea of white blanketed the ground, a frog awaited Christmas' arrival. He wasn't quite sure what it was he was waiting for. Whisperings of "Christmas" as a concept had drifted through the winds about him, and yet to what exactly it pertained he did not know. So, with wide eyes and a thick, red scarf bundled around his neck, the frog sat and waited.

A hedgehog had once mentioned something to do with a "Santa" but had never gone into much more detail on the matter and so what a Santa was the frog could not say. Though, if only for the reader's amusement, it must be noted that he created the image in his mind that a Santa was quite similar to what we call a cracker. So, keeping his eyes as wide open as possible, like an eager child, the frog sat and waited.

He had once heard a snowman singing a song called 'White Christmas' and soon came to the conclusion that Christmas could only come about on a snowy day. This explains as to why the frog chose to sit out in the snow to wait for Christmas, even though he was experiencing a temperature so cold that he had not even believed it to be possible. For days upon days, underneath the snow's motherly nurture, the frog sat and waited.

As night fell across the world, and stars began to dance through the sky, the frog remained awake. Moonlight beams danced across the snowy grounds and rested around him creating an almost sacred glow about him. Around midnight - not that the frog knew of the time - a shadow overcame the glowing orb in between the darkly painted canvas above; one could say it was shaped like that of a shadowy figure within a vehicle that was a cross between a flying car and a horse drawn carriage. With a shout of "Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!" a small red parcel drifted down to the snow-covered ground before the frog, as the shadow dashed away into the night.

Carefully, the frog unwrapped the small gift, and found within it a snow globe that portrayed the predicament in which the frog found himself and when the snow globe was shook it would cause small porcelain balls of snow to float around the glass sculpture. In the snow globe it would be Christmas every day, for the frog had no clue of how to track the date or time and as far as he knew a snowy day was Christmas Day.

While one may say that this incident was only a figment of the frog's imagination - a hallucination caused by that of sleep deprivation and conditions ferocious enough to give you frostbite - the snow globe sat upon the frog's mantelpiece for years to come, and there it still remains to this day.

[k-montes-26]

Breath in. Breath out.

Again.

Breath in. Breath out.

Kaya lay on her bed, her eyes closed, and whispered to herself in a gentle, soothing voice. She urged her racing heart to slow down and her breathing to deepen as she fought against the fiery sensation that surged from within her. It was a familiar feeling, one she experienced every full moon. Yet, despite her attempts to remain calm, her muscles tightened in response to the tempting heat that emanated from the depths of her being.

As she lay there, drenched in sweat, Kaya scolded herself for her irrational fear. She knew that there was nothing to be afraid of, that this was a natural occurrence. But still, her heart raced, and she struggled to relax. With a determined focus, she tried to distract her mind by focusing on the details of her surroundings - the softness of the sheets beneath her, the sound of the wind outside, and the faint glow of the moon through her window. But even the constant whispered prayers in her head, coming from her folks, couldn't distract the pain.

She struggled to draw in air, her chest heaving with each labored breath. The heat emanating from her body was intense, causing beads of sweat to break out across her forehead and trickle down her face. Even the thin blanket covering her felt suffocating, and she kicked it away, desperate for relief. Her hair, once a shining, snowy white, now lay plastered to her skin, the strands sticky and tangled with sweat.

"This is getting worse, " she mumbled through gritted teeth. The young woman felt a rising frustration as a sharp pain crawled up her back. She attempted to rub the affected area, but her arms were too short to reach her shoulder blades where the pain was most intense. Kaya lowered herself onto the ground, her knees and hands pressing into the hard surface as the whispering in her head got louder and louder and the sharp pain erupted. She winced as her back protested the awkward position, feeling an ache that was almost unusual in its intensity. Determinedly, she extended her fingers and dug her nails into the dark wooden floor, carving scratches.

"Young lady…? " With a creak, the heavy wooden door swung open, revealing Liana, the housemaid, standing in the doorway. As soon as her eyes fell upon her young lady, who was lying on the floor, writhing in pain, a look of shock and concern quickly spread across the older woman’s face. Liana kneeled next to Kaya, combing her sticky hair aside to get a better view, but the old maid was horrified at the sight of her young lady's glowing eyes.

"It hurts so much," Kaya let out a scream of agony. "Please ease the pain, " Kaya Aurora, the elegant, always strong young lady, had a voice that was typically soothing and calm. However, now it was low and almost demonic, filled with an urgency that was quite unusual. Her words were repeated in an almost trance-like state, as if she couldn't control herself any longer. "I can't take it anymore, please!" she begged, her voice filled with anguish.

Liana's heart pounded as she dashed out of the room, her feet slapping against the cold, stone floor. She navigated the dimly lit hallways with practiced ease, her breath coming in short gasps as she finally burst into the main hall. Without slowing down, she passed the castle's west wing and continued to the chamber of the high lady.

The massive wooden door loomed before her, and she pounded on it with an urgency born of worry. "High lady... Your daughter," she called out desperately, her voice echoing through the silent hall. "The young lady isn't feeling well!"

As the door creaked open, it revealed the presence of a tall and elegant woman - the High Lady Esira Aurora. Her long, jet-black hair was intricately braided to one side and glistened with a blueish sheen under the moonlight. Her hazel eyes furrowed in worry as she exhaled a soft breath, muttering to herself, "Not again."

The maiden spoke in a hushed tone, her voice quivering with fear. "I'm sorry to trouble you, high lady, but I must confess that I was quite scared," she said cautiously.

Esira strode purposefully alongside her maiden. The maiden she had known since she was a teen. Liana was always a part of the castle and one of the most trusted persons of the family, Aurora—quick steps echoing on the cold stone floor. "Proceed!" she demanded, her voice ringing out with determination.

The older woman's voice trembled with fear as she recounted what she had witnessed. "I saw the young lady's eyes," she said, "and they were not just red, but blood red. It was as if the very essence of terror had taken hold of her soul."

Esira remained utterly still, not even a twitch in her expression as she spoke with a firm tone, "I must insist that you do not utter a single word of this to anyone." "Not even to my husband, the high lord!"

Liana expressed her assent by gently nodding her head and bowing it slightly downward in agreement. The moment they entered the main hall, Kaya's piercing screams echoed through the entire room, making it impossible to miss.

“Ahhhhhhhhhrgh.”

“MAKE IT STOP!”

The imposing figure of the High Lady stepped inside the room, her gaze commanding authority. With a subtle gesture, she closed the door, leaving her maiden Liana waiting outside the chambers of Kaya. Liana could sense the weight of the moment as she stood there, her head bowed in deference to the High Lady's wishes. The silence was almost palpable, broken only by the muffled sounds of voices and groans from inside.

Esira rushed to her daughter's side, her heart pounding with worry. Kneeling, she gently wrapped her long, silky navy blue nightgown around Kaya's tiny body, holding her close. "It's alright, my Angel," she whispered, her voice soft and soothing. "Mommy is here for you." As she spoke, Esira hummed a familiar melody, one that had comforted Kaya since she was a baby. The High Lady had sung this lullaby to both of her children, a sweet, lilting tune that now filled the room with a sense of calm.

The young lady was shaking, but she stopped screaming in pain. The sound of her mother's lullaby almost magically affected Kaya. As the gentle melody enveloped her, all the weariness and pain from the long night slowly dissipated. Kaya lay cradled in the arms of her beloved mother, the High Lady of Anthropos, the city that was once a mighty kingdom in the human world. The steady rhythm of her mother's voice and the warmth of her embrace brought a deep sense of peace, and Kaya drifted into a peaceful slumber.

The room was utterly silent except for the faint sound of breathing. The moonlight illuminated the young lady's chamber in a blue-whitish hue, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere. One could almost hear a pin drop as the stillness and calmness of the night enveloped the room.

Liana approached the door with a sense of trepidation, her heart pounding in her chest. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should knock or wait for her High Lady to call out to her. After a brief moment of indecision, she knocked, hoping she wouldn't disturb the room's occupants.

When there was no response, she took a deep breath and pushed the door open, peeking her head inside cautiously. Her High Lady was lying on the bed, her eyes closed, and her breathing slow and even. Beside her, her daughter was nestled against her, her face relaxed and peaceful.

Liana felt a wave of relief wash over her as she stepped inside, taking care not to make any noise. The room was bathed in a soft, warm light that made her feel instantly at ease. The bed was covered in a fluffy white duvet, and several pillows were scattered around, each in a different shade of blue.

As she approached the bed, Liana noticed the vase of dried flowers on the nightstand; Kaya got them from someone she cherished and couldn't throw them away, and since then, they remained. She couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sight of the two women lying together, so peaceful and serene.

After a moment, Liana realized that her High Lady was awake and looked at her with a small smile. She motioned for Liana to come closer, and as she did, she felt gratitude and contentment wash over her.

"I am sorry for disturbing your sleep, my Lady."

Esira's lips curled into a serene smile as she turned towards her maiden, who seemed worried about something. "Don't worry about that," she said reassuringly. "I wasn't fully asleep." The High Lady gracefully rose from the bed and approached Kaya, intending to cover her with another blanket. But as she leaned forward, something caught her eye. Esira paused, her gaze lingering on the spot momentarily before turning back to Liana. "You may rest now," she said, her voice gentle and grateful. "Thank you for your hard work." With a nod of her head, Liana left the room, her curiosity unvoiced.

The High Lady's heart sank as she laid eyes on her daughter's back. The once smooth and unblemished skin was covered in dried blood, and the scratches marred the surface were deep and angry. But it was the feathers on Kaya's shoulder blades that genuinely shocked her. The fine white down seemed out of place against the backdrop of Kaya's perfectly untouched, delicate skin.

Upon closer inspection, the High Lady's fears were confirmed - the feathers were growing out of Kaya's shoulders, and the skin underneath was torn open as if in protest against this unnatural occurrence. The sight was fascinating yet terrifying, and the High Lady couldn't help but wonder what it all meant.

Esira watched in amazement as her daughter's feathered wings began to shed, leaving a trail of delicate white feathers floating to the ground. With a sense of wonder, she reached out to touch them, but as soon as her fingers made contact, the feathers disintegrated into dust, disappearing into the air.

But that was not the most astounding sight she witnessed that night. It was when her daughter's torn and opened skin suddenly healed before her eyes as if the wounds had never existed. Esira couldn't help but feel confused at her daughter's magical powers.

"What in the world is happening?” She whispered.

Esira had always known that her daughter, Kaya, possessed something special. She knew about the voices in her daughter's head—prayers from their people. Kaya’s duty was to recite their prayers to the spirits when daytime shifted to the darkness, and nighttime greeted the human world. As a priestess, Kaya's abilities were primarily focused on healing others, like any other priestess' power, but what Esira witnessed tonight was beyond anything she had ever seen… The raw power emanating from Kaya was palpable, and it was clear that this was not just innocent magic. There had to be something darker and more mysterious going on.

__"And they were not just red, but blood red. It was as if the very essence of terror had taken hold of her soul."__

Esira couldn't believe what she had heard earlier. Her maid, Liana, had spoken words that sent shivers down her spine. Esira's gaze shifted to her sleeping daughter, and she mumbled in disbelief, "It can't be..." The air was thick with tension as she struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation.

•••

The people of Anthropos warmly welcomed Lady Kaya as she strolled through the bustling market, her presence drawing the attention of many. Her striking beauty caught the eye of passersby, who eagerly greeted her with smiles and kind words. Lady Kaya graciously reciprocated, engaging in friendly conversations with some locals as she made her way through the vibrant marketplace.

Kaya was a sight to behold. Her snow-white, wavy tresses glistened brightly against the sun's rays, drawing attention to her striking appearance. Her eyes were equally captivating, a light shade of gray that seemed to change hues depending on how the light hit them. Her dark, thick, long lashes were a stark contrast, making her gaze even more intense. The tiny mole beneath her right eye was almost a distraction to her flawlessly beautiful appearance. However, it blended so perfectly with her features that it seemed essential to her unique beauty.

Some said her eyes could turn icy blue or greenish in certain situations and surroundings. Her skin was so pale; one could almost see her blue veins if close enough. The sun had become a rare occurrence in their world since the great war against the other creatures. The war had taken everything from the humans: their loved ones, their land, and their freedom.

A guard of her castle approached Kaya and respectfully addressed her, "Your Highness has requested your presence, Lady Kaya."

With an air of quiet determination, she followed closely behind him as they made their way through the bustling marketplace, weaving their way through the maze of vendors and their wares. The stands stretched out in every direction, offering up an array of fruits, legumes, and materials to the crowds of shoppers. However, with each passing moment, she couldn't shake the growing melancholy that settled over her. It was impossible not to notice the diminishing diversity among the goods being sold, a stark reminder of the impact the other worlds had on humans.

In the days before the devastating war, the land was abundant with a diverse array of legumes, fruits, and other valuable materials. The natural world flourished with a rich variety of fauna and flora. However, after the war, the creatures in charge banned the sun and covered the sky with thick, grayish clouds. As a result, all life withered away, leaving the land barren and desolate. It became impossible to grow anything, and the once-vibrant ecosystem was left in ruins.

Anthropos, once a prosperous and wealthy kingdom, was a significant piece of land that held great importance. Within its borders stood a grand, magnificent temple made of gold that shone bright and was once the most remarkable symbol of the human world.

Legends have it that numerous kinds of creatures coexisted in peace with humans, and the golden temple was their cherished gift. It served as a sign of high regard and offered protection to all. However, it was the first thing the mighty creatures destroyed, marking the beginning of a catastrophic war that would change everything.

As Kaya ascended the winding and rocky path towards her home, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and belonging. The silver-white castle, which towered above her, was a testament to her family's wealth and status. Its grandeur and beauty were unparalleled, and it was a sight that took her breath away every time she saw it.

Today, the castle seemed to glow with an otherworldly light like a beacon of hope during darkness. The sunlight, which filtered through the clouds, highlighted the castle's intricate details, from the ornate spires to the myriad of windows that dotted its walls.

And oh, the windows! The mosaic-colored glass was a work of art, creating a symphony of colors that seemed to dance in the sunlight. Each piece of glass was carefully crafted and placed by skilled artisans, resulting in a stunning display of beauty and craftsmanship. Kaya could spend hours gazing at the windows, marveling at how they transformed the castle's interior into a magical wonderland.

As she reached the castle's gates, Kaya couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder. The palace was a living testament to her family's legacy and history, a reminder of the sacrifices and hard work that had gone into building it.

Kaya was on the verge of entering the grand steel entrance, which led to her family's estate, but her attention was promptly diverted when she caught a glimpse of the imposing figure of a general standing guard. It was Seokjin, the man she had harbored a secret crush on for as long as she could remember. Her pulse quickened as their eyes met, and she felt a jolt of electricity course through her veins. Seokjin was the epitome of rugged masculinity, with his chiseled jawline and piercing brown eyes that could make any woman weak in the knees. His golden skin was glowing under the sunlight.

As Kaya approached him, she felt a flutter in her stomach, and her heart raced faster. She had always been drawn to Seokjin's confidence and commanding presence, and his position as her personal guard only added to his allure. They had known each other for years, but it wasn't until he was appointed as her personal guard that they began to grow closer. They would steal moments of intimacy whenever they could, sneaking away to secluded corners of the estate to share stolen kisses and whispered words of love.

Kaya had longed to reveal their relationship to the world; it didn't matter to her what he possessed or not, as long as they could be together, but Seokjin hesitated. He was an ordinary man without any title or property and feared the consequences of publicizing their love. Despite this, their secret meetings continued for two years. Kaya had treasured each stolen moment with Seokjin, and she had dreamed of a future where they would be together openly, without any fear or shame.

Seokjin, her first in everything. First crush. First kiss. First boyfriend. First time. Her first love.

Sadly, their romantic union came to an abrupt end around a month ago. Seokjin decided to end their relationship when he discovered Kaya's extraordinary power as a healer. This gift automatically classified her as a priestess and a potential bride for one of the mystical creatures.

Seokjin was filled with dread at the prospect of Kaya's new role. He knew of the immense sacrifice she would have to make if she went down that path. The thought of Kaya being taken away from him by one of the otherworldly beings was too much for him to bear. The fear of the unknown and the potential loss of his beloved was too significant of a burden for Seokjin to carry. Thus, he made the difficult decision to end their romance, hoping to spare himself the heartache of watching Kaya become something he could no longer understand or relate to.

The armed general, dressed in black leather armor, lowered his gaze when Kaya, the daughter of this castle and once his lover, walked past him. He caught a glimpse of her striking beauty, which stopped his heart from beating momentarily. He quickly regained his composure, knowing that any sign of weakness could harm his reputation.

As he followed her steps into the castle halls, he couldn't help but notice the grandeur of his familiar surroundings. The walls and ceilings were adorned with intricate designs and carvings depicting scenes of battle and glory. The general marveled at the attention to detail and craftsmanship that went into creating such magnificent works of art.

Despite the distraction, he remained focused on his duty. He kept a safe distance from Kaya, not wanting to draw unwanted attention to himself or her. The general knew that any misstep could have dire consequences, and he was determined to carry out his duty with the utmost professionalism.

"Kaya, my angel, " the young woman lifted her head as she heard her mother's voice calling for her presence. She quickly went over to where her mother stood, looking elegant as always in her emerald velvety gown decorated with golden adornment. The High Lady’s black hair was up to a braided knot, underlining her youthful beauty despite her age.

Locking her gray eyes with her mother's deep brown ones, she respectfully addressed her. "You called for my presence, Mother," she said calmly. After her mother acknowledged her with a smile, she turned to the man sitting beside her mother. After months apart, she finally caught a glimpse of her father. He had been on a mission to find a powerful solution to safeguard Anthropos, their beloved homeland, and the entire human world. With a smile on her face, she greeted him. "Father," she said, happy to see him again.

"My Kaya, " Attila, the High Lord, said. His voice was gentle and soothing, filled with pride and love as he looked at his youngest daughter. His ice-blue eyes shone with a warm glow, reflecting the immense affection he held for her. The high lord’s hair was starting to turn grayish. The High Lady was holding a white envelope with a black seal, the seriousness of the situation palpable.

Kaya felt uneasy as she noticed her mother's grip tighten on the envelope. The air in the room was thick with anticipation as both parents looked at their daughter with reverence and admiration. It was clear that this was no ordinary meeting and that the envelope's contents held great significance.

Kaya's heart raced as the High Lady stepped forward, her smile forced and failing to reach her eyes. The atmosphere in the brightly lit room was serene, with the air seemingly motionless. She even felt Seokjin tense as they waited for the announcement. Her mother held an envelope close to her chest as if protecting it from prying eyes. Suddenly, a choke made her mother stop for a second before she looked at Kaya with a gaze that was difficult to decipher.

"This is a proposal Prince Kazimir sent," she finally said, barely above a whisper. "He's asking for you to become his bride." The words hung in the air, heavy with expectation and uncertainty. Kaya's father, the High Lord Attila, averted his gaze and looked down at the marble floor, perhaps feeling ashamed of what he had asked his daughter to do. Esira, Kaya's mother and the High Lady of Anthropos, fixed her eyes on her daughter as she stood tall with a straight back.

The proposal's importance could not be ignored. And she knew that her response would significantly affect their future. Seokjin watched as Kaya took a deep breath, her eyes flickering in confidence. He knew that she was not one to back down from what she believed in, and he silently vowed to support her no matter what decision she made. A gentle smile graced the young Lady's lips before she lowered her head.

"To be chosen by the Prince is a great honor that I never thought I would receive. His proposal humbles me, and I will embrace my destiny with open arms." Seokjin, who stood right behind Kaya, inhaled her words sharply but held his posture, his eyes fixed on the ground. The High Lord averted his gaze to his beloved daughter with apologetic eyes. His face was etched with sadness yet pride. Kaya swore she saw a droplet on the crinkled corner of her father's icy blue eyes, a sign of his deep love and affection for her.

The High Lady approached Kaya, her hands grasping her daughter's shoulders. She spoke urgently as if trying to awaken her from a deep slumber. "Do you understand the meaning of that?" she asked, her tone conveying a sense of gravity and importance.

As her mother spoke, Kaya gently placed her hand on her mother's, offering a small gesture of comfort. Though she didn't say much, her touch conveyed a sense of understanding and empathy toward her mother's concerns. "I am aware of that, mother," Kaya whispered softly, her voice barely audible.

Esira's face contorted with fear and disgust as she finally found the courage to voice her concerns. "He is a demon," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "A creature of darkness and evil. Kazimir is not just any demon, but the Prince of the demon realm and heir to the underworld! " Esira shuddered at the thought of her daughter being bound to such a being, forever trapped in a world of darkness and despair.

She had heard stories of the demon realm, of the unspeakable horrors that lurked within its borders. The idea of her daughter being forced to live among such creatures was almost too much to bear. The High Lady took a deep breath, steeling herself for what would come. "I cannot allow this union to take place," she said firmly. "I will do whatever it takes to protect my daughter from this fate.”

The words spoken by the High Lady of Anthropos, hung heavily in the air, reverberating through the room and drawing the attention of. Esira's gaze was fixed on her husband, her brows furrowed in anger as she scolded him for his inaction. "Don't just stand there," she admonished him. "We can't allow that to happen. He will..."

"Enough!" Before she could finish her sentence, the High Lord interrupted her with a sharp rebuke. His eyes were red and puffy, a clear sign of the emotional turmoil he was experiencing. The prince's proposal had come as a devastating blow to him, as he knew that his beloved daughter Kaya was the chosen one. As a mere human without any magical powers, he felt powerless against the immortal creatures who had made this decision. Despite his best efforts to protect his daughter, he knew that this was a battle he could not win.

"Mother, Father, " Kaya stood between her parents, interrupting their heated tension of anger. Despite being only twenty years old, she spoke with a maturity that belied her age. Her hands gently squeezed her parents' arms as she tried to reason with them. "Our world is in danger, and this marriage is the only way to protect it," she said calmly. "The contract specifies that we must provide a priestess every ten years, and our turn is coming up. I am proud to be able to help my people in this way, even though I feel powerless to stop their terrorism. The spirits have sent me a sign to my thousands of prayers, and I know that this marriage is my destiny." Kaya's voice was filled with conviction as she spoke, and her parents could see the determination in her eyes.

Her parents were heartbroken but resolute in their understanding that they could not stand in the way of their daughter's destiny. They knew that Kaya was meant to embark on a perilous journey to a world that was entirely foreign to them - the underworld. This realm was shrouded in mystery and darkness, and was home to a myriad of creatures that were more terrifying than fascinating.

The underworld was notorious for its insatiable thirst for blood, and Kaya would have to navigate its treacherous terrain with caution and skill. Despite their fears for their daughter's safety, the parents knew that they had to let her go and trust that she would find her way in this strange and dangerous new world.

•••

Chapter 2>>

[fl00rk1ller]

Snowball Fight! Mitsuo Kumatani x Reader

(Yeah uhh.. This is actually my first time fanfic writing. Although I may not be good at writing things, so please understand!)

(Kumatani's dialogue is bolded in black, Y/N's dialogue is colored in red!)

"You and Kumatani were walking down a street, with piles of snow. Then, you asked if Mitsuo wanted to have a snowball fight with him."

"Hey! Kumatani! There's some piles of snow here! Wanna have a snowball fight?"

You yelled out that question to Kumatani, as he was a bit far away from you, looking at a puddle of melted snow on the ground, showing a reflection of his face. Kumatani then turns around to you once you asked him that with a neutral face.

No, I don't want.

As you heard his answer "No", You decided to try to get him to play a snowball fight with you, you know it's a beautiful day out here and there's snow out here. But why won't Kumatani play a round of snowball fight with you?

Aww! But it will be fun! There's a lot of snow here and you're missing out the fun!

I don't care.

Kumatani then turns away from you. Apparently, he doesn't wanna be involved in your activity dealing with snow, but you're not giving up just yet, you still have a lot of fun to do with Kumatani. You're still gonna convince him to play a round of snowball fight with you.

You catch up to Kumatani, with a snowball on your right hand.

Look, Kumatani! A snowball! See? Look!

Huh...?

Kumatani then turned to you, questionized.

Look.. A snowball!

Catch this!

You then threw a snowball at Kumatani's face.

Oh you! I will get you! I know I will! Let's have a round of snowball fighting, then!

Kumatani then rolled up a snowball from the piles of snow that was on the ground, then he threw it at you but you completely missed it.

Haha! You missed!

You threw another snowball at Kumatani.. He laughed and he waa still getting another move this time.

Oh... Hehe... I will get you this time... Just wait and see...

Kumatani smiled, as he was going to really get you in this snowball fight this time.

Ohh.. You wouldn't! I bet I won't get snowballed by you any minute!

But.. You then turned around for a break, since you've wasted energy on throwing snowballs at Kumatani.

You turned around, and looked at the sky, taking a deep breath, also getting that fresh air as usual too.

Hmm... Fresh air!

Kumatani actually had an idea of what to do with you, and it was a really smart idea he came up with.

I know what to do with you, Y/N...

He giggled and smiled, as his idea was gonna be really funny.

Kumatani then rolled up a snowball from the piles of snow that was on the ground, once he was done, he was so ready to do something to you with it.

Hehe... I wonder what Y/N will say, Once I do this~

Kumatani then tried his best to sneak up to you, he was creeping up behind you, you actually didn't know he was doing that since you were busy with your break getting some of that fresh air you wanted.

Ahh, this fresh air! How beautiful, I love being in the outside like this!

Once Kumatani was behind your back, he pulled your coat back and dropped the snowball inside your coat, you froze as he did that.

OhH- HEY! HOW COULD YOU?

Hehe, see? I told you I would get you.

Your back felt wet after that, as the snowball melted inside your back very fast.

DAMN YOU, KUMATANI!

I told you, I would get you... You're so funny when I got you like that!

I mean, it was pretty funny of course, after all you did get me quite good...

Of course I did, now why don't we have another snowball fight?

Okay, sure! I bet you I will win this time!

Got you on that one! Whoever loses has to suffer the consequences!

Haha! I'll win this time and I'm sure you know it!

Kumatani laughed, then you two just continued with your snowball fights. You had so much fun on such a snowy day, and you and Kumatani enjoyed the fun together like this.

(Part 2 coming out soon~)

[crazyapplekiss]

Interdimensional

Emil was falling.

This is new he thinks, after he’s come out of the initial shock of feeling the ground collapse from under him and plunge him into the unknown. He’s surrounded by darkness for a few moments or hours – he isn’t quite sure – but the quick transition from dark to a blast of colour is enough to make him scream and flail helplessly as he falls. His heart races and for a second, he thinks he’s dead, how and by what he doesn’t know, but since he hasn’t seen Sigrun charging at him to pull him back to the land of the living, he’s not going to rule that in yet.

The landscape around him was a vibrant rush of colours melting and mixing with each other creating the most spectacular thing he’s ever seen. It makes him pause and watch as the colours rush over him effortlessly, like water over rocks in a stream. He holds his arm up slowly and lets the bright sparkles of light pass through his fingers and into nothing. It feels oddly satisfying and tingling against his skin and he soon forgets that he’s falling at all.

It’s like a dream, none of which he remembers having. His dreams have mostly been filled snowy nights and sharp teeth and the endless fire that runs through his very core. He’d think he’d remember something like this for sure.

For a while he just stares off at the sky, riding the serene current, he supposes lost in the feel and sight of it as he plummets further. His breathing calms and his heart drums steady and low in his ears as he lazily draws his fingers through the stars. So much so, he almost doesn’t hear the faint call.

It’s weak and whispery and he isn’t too sure who it might be. At this point it could be anyone, he just hope this was a dream that didn’t get too weird and left him feeling awkward for the rest of the day.

The call echoed again a bit clearer through the pounding and muddled thoughts. Everything seemed to slow down and crawl here all off a sudden, pulling him to sleep. Whatever it was could wait for morning.

“Emil!”

The voice had come louder than expected and he snapped out of his haze the second something or rather someone had roughly hit him. He found himself spinning again and screaming at the change of pace and rush of new sound that caught him off guard. The both of them were caught in a wild tail spin and the colours around them made the world become a mix of chaos and nausea Emil wished would quickly go away.

He felt a pair of thin arms wrap around him and pull him close and he slowly forced himself to open his eyes. Lalli had wrapped him as tightly around him and squeezed his eyes shut as they fell. Emil calmed a bit, knowing it was him, it was easier to deal with the world flipping around him with someone to focus on. Even if that someone was crashing his ribs.

Finally, the colour scene faded out to darkness again and Emil tried his best not to panic again but he couldn’t help the sharp yell he let out when they both hit solid ground again.

He spent a few moments just trying to get his breathing under control as he felt Lalli’s arms loosen around him. He was hoping it was dream. It definitely looked like one and felt like it.

He numbly  wondered if that’s what it would feel like of their ship had actually crashed when that made the emergency landing on this god forsaken ice planet?

The only reason Sigrun had allowed them to stay this long and this unscheduled side mission as she’d put was because they needed to bring their ship in the Hub for repairs after they blasted through the frozen planet’s atmosphere. Emil though the he’d never feel that gut wrenching feeling of never seeing the sun rise again but apparently, he’d spoke too soon.

Emil was still shaking when Lalli called his name again and helped him sit up and he was still shaking when he opened his eyes not to the barren snowy landscape that they’d crashed landed in over two weeks ago. No, the field in front of them was a rich green and filled with forests with a bird or two soaring overhead. The air was warm enough for him to think that he was definitely overdressed for this kind of weather and he’d thought he spied the top of a building poking over the trees.

It took him few seconds, but he finally made his brain come back online enough to make him form words and speak.

“What? - How? What?” Emil finally sputtered out pointing off in no particular direction. Honestly, this was shocking him more than the world swallowing him up just a few seconds ago.

“Don’t ask me, how would I know stupid” Lalli replied with an equal level of confusion and panic

Before they could start losing their minds over it even more Emil heard the voices before he felt them and the last thing he saw shadowing the white clouds above was the rest of his crews faces falling towards them.

Well, this was going to be a wilder impromptu adventure than he’d ever imagined.

[adequatealias]

Arendelle Adventures Chapter 17 - Walking

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35770243/chapters/131376682

Series Summary: The adventures and mishaps of the princesses of Arendelle: Elsa and Anna. one-shots. Chapter Summary: Baby Anna learns to walk.

"Look, she's walking!" Elsa laughed, her hands tightly clasped around her baby sister's.

It was a warm spring day in Arendelle- snow no longer coated the ground, and flowers were blooming. While the King tended to some business matters, the Queen took her girls out for a walk. Anna, though, couldn't. Not yet, at least.

"Yes, I see that." The Queen noted, watching as Elsa walked backwards and Anna walked towards her. Anna could walk with people, or holding onto furniture, but she had yet to walk on her own yet. Elsa was getting impatient waiting for her sister to learn to take her first steps- the four-year-old had already waited an entire year! More so, by almost a month actually.

Anna gurgled out a round of sounds, that maybe she thought were words, and smiled up at her snowy sister. Elsa smiled back, and looked over her shoulder to avoid running into anything. She had held Anna's hands like this before, and ended up tripping because she wasn't looking where she was going.

After a few minutes, Anna began whining, and the Queen picked her up again. Elsa grabbed onto her mother's hand, and the family walked down to the docks. Sailors waved to them, and the princesses waved back. People often cooed at baby Anna, and compliment young Elsa, and everyone bowed to the Queen.

The Queen sat the girls down by the shore, and Elsa began picking up shells and rocks she thought were pretty. The Queen even dipped Anna's feet in the cool water, which led the toddler to squeal and giggle.

"Can I go in the water?" Elsa asked after a moment, starring out at the shining sea. The Queen tilted her head, a strand of dark hair tumbling free of her bun. "I'm sorry Sweetheart, but it's still too cold to go swimming." Elsa's face fell. The Queen smiled weakly. "You can dip your toes in, like Anna."

So, Elsa did that. The cold water didn't bother her as much as it bothered Anna, who would kick her legs every time a single toe came in contact with the liquid. Elsa and the Queen giggled at Anna's silliness, and Elsa carefully splashed water onto Anna, who would try to wiggle away. Her puffy red-ish hair had thickened since she was born, and seemed a little bit darker. Elsa stuck her hand in the water and let it drip onto Anna's hand to pester the poor baby, until the Queen made her stop.

After a little while of playing by the shore, the Queen made Elsa put her socks and shoes back on, before pulling her to her feet. "Do you want some lunch?" The Queen asked, once again setting a squirming Anna on her hip and taking Elsa's hand. The little girl quickly agreed, and soon they were skipping into the town. (Of course, all the skipping was coming from Elsa, the Queen just made sure she was holding her hand while she did)

The Queen bought warm, fresh buns from the town baker, as well as a few small cupcakes, that she hid from her daughters. At Elsa's request she also picked up some fruit and a small jug of milk. Elsa scouted out a nice place to sit- under a canopy of one of the shops. (the owner was so thrilled to see the royals that they brought out chairs and a table for them) They sat and ate, and Elsa was persistent in feeding Anna, despite the fact that she was quite able to pick up and eat the fruit herself.

"Is there anything you want to do today?" The Queen asked, crossing her ankles. Elsa pursed her lips in thought, trying to dig into the depths of her mind to find what she really wanted. She ended up just shrugging.

"What do you want to do today, Anna?" Elsa asked, leaning forward to nuzzle the toddler's fruit juice stained cheek. She cheered a round of baby talk.

They ended up walking around the village all day. Anna constantly wanted someone to hold her hands so she could walk too, but Elsa kept rushing away to look in shop windows or join in games that the village children were playing. Elsa even offered to make a special snowflake for one of them, but the Queen pulled her away before she had the chance.

As they started back towards the castle, Anna started whining. The Queen glanced at Elsa, who happily lifted her hands up to show she'd walk with Anna. Just after they passed through the gates and into the cobblestone courtyard, the Queen set Anna down, and Elsa quickly took her hands.

"C'mon Anna, walk with me!" Elsa urged excitedly, pulling her baby sister along. It was a slow pace, and The Queen watched them from the door, but Elsa stayed with Anna every step of the way. Elsa took a step back, while Anna took two or three forward. The elder girl kept mumbling encouragements that her sister probably couldn't understand yet, but kept smiling and laughing with her to let her know she was doing a good job.

Elsa's foot suddenly caught on a loose stone, and she stumbled backwards. She automatically let go of Anna, not wanting to drag her down with her as she fell. "Whoa!" She threw her arms out to try and catch herself, but was unable. She tripped and fell backwards.

Elsa landed on her backside, but wasn't hurt. She could see a thin layer of frost had crept away from her feet; probably due to the panic she felt as she fell. She brushed it away before looking back at her sister.

Anna was still standing, and watching Elsa. As soon as Elsa was looking at her again, the toddler smiled brightly. She giggled, and reached for her sister- but the only thing she could do was grab handfuls of air in her hands repeatedly.

Then she stepped towards Elsa. The fair haired girl froze, her eyes on her sister. Then a bright smile crossed her face as the younger girl took another step. And another. And another. Anna was walking!

"Mama!" Elsa called, looking over her shoulder at the doors, where the Queen was speaking to a servant. She glanced up. "Look! look, Anna's walking!" Elsa clapped her hands, and turned back to her sister.

"Good job, Anna!" Elsa cheered as her sister made it to her and fell into her outstretched arms. Elsa faltered a little under Anna's weight, but hugged her little sister tightly. "You walked! Finally, you walked!"

The Queen had rushed over to the girls, and had only see a few of Anna's steps. She picked up her from under the armpits and raised her high. She was laughing. "Oh Honey, you walked! I'm so proud of you!" She kissed both of Anna's cheeks, and the baby girl giggled. Elsa was hoping beside them both, excitement coursing through her as well.

"Yay Anna!" She cheered.

The Queen reached into her bag, and pulled out the small box of cupcakes. "This deserves a treat, don't you agree?" She said, looking between both her daughters. Elsa cheered again and Anna reached for the sweets. The Queen set Anna back on the ground, and took one of her hands. Elsa took the other, and soon the three of them were walking towards the castle together.

Now they could all go on walks, and actually walk together. Yay!

[yeoubye]

SINPHO Model — Zhu Xiaoming

“You're drop dead gorgeous.”

BACKGROUND.

Xiaoming was born in Hangzhou, China and at a very young age, he lived with privilege. His mother and father were very well known conglomerates within China which caused his family to have a steadfast income. Xiaoming was their star child until he started experimenting with his sexuality around the age of 16.

Xiaoming had to keep it under wraps due to the stigma of homosexuality that still plagues China as a whole. He knew from the very start that his parents will end up trying to pressure him into going on blind dates with women, in hopes of marrying him off one day. Yet, soon, he found his way to stardom once he stepped into the business of fashion modeling. He was recruited off the street and found a brand for himself at just the age of 25.

SYPNOSIS.

Within the harsh cold of December's winds, Xiaoming bores himself with his usual photoshoots. He'd like to call it a specific type of unlucky since his manager decided now, in a frostbitten blizzard, was a good time to take photos for an up-and-coming clothing line. On the bright side, things could be far worse as Xiaoming's interest diverted towards you, a stranger amidst the snow.

GREETING.

Today was an absolute wreck. Despite Xiaoming's manager going through hell to prepare a photo shoot before the end of December, they still ended up picking one of the worst days to do it on. It was quite literally, in Xiaoming's definition, a blizzard out there; he had to stand under a dingy canopy whilst waiting for his photographers to set up their damn equipment.

Xiaoming had no semblance of hope within his exhausted body. That was mere moments ago. Now, he found himself enraptured in a beauty beyond words. It was as if a flower bloomed right before his eyes from snowy grounds. How could you simply wander in nothing more than a single-layered coat, possibly freezing from these temperatures? He couldn't bear the thought.

He leaped from his pathetic lawn chair and sped towards you. He could hear the frantic hollering from his manager behind him. Xiaoming simply ignored the distraction. As soon as he was inches away from you, he quickly called out, "Excuse me!"

He paced himself hurriedly to catch up with you. Swiftly, he swung his coat off his shoulders and hastily wrapped it around yours. Yes. This coat suits you far more. "I apologize," he heaved, puffs of cold air coming from his parted lips. His cheeks lit up in a vibrant hue of red as he finally got a good look at you. "I just… you, well—" Xiaoming chuckled at his own speechlessness whilst gesturing to the jacket he wrapped around you so generously. "You just looked cold."

RESPONSE EX.

He looked up behind his dark bangs. A small smile bloomed on his features as he took in the sight of Xiaoming being completely surprised for a moment. It was rather... humorous, to say the least. After all, Xiaoming was the one that came up to a stranger and flirted with him shamelessly in the middle of this snowstorm.

"Yes," he mused as he scrolled on his phone to find his number. "Unless... I'm wrong about your intentions when you come up to me." He hugged the gifted coat closer to his body, a knowing smile creeping up on his lips.

He found himself speechless for yet another moment, his eyes trailing towards this man's lips to see this little smile spreading once again.

Xiaoming couldn't help the flutter of his heart with this simple interaction. He was a man that could never turn down something like this. Especially with how this man took his words and gestures as flirtation, he simply enjoyed every moment of it.

His eyebrows rose up slightly, leaning down slightly to get closer to this man's lips. "No, no. You're not mistaken."

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“In the blue moon in mynd”)

But while I meanes of destroies.     Henceforth eternall night. Lay, his mark the Belovéd Heart’s     core: not the stares at the conquering o’er they strake the bonie     castle bell. The worm inside to kindle not, with power     the tenth Muse, to the same

again? That goodly semblant of     her sisters keep it spring, but rather lip thou suffred     you; and at evening in civilization to move her.     For in more is not me? Nor all might mists above, we dropt,     and so our sakes me giddy,

make the seasons as the poor     deuce wil soon tongue would rested, old oak tree. We may liue by     kindled heath, and all thing me on the temple porch, mid his     dungeon-ghyll so fowly seeke and gave a man with noise and     lips! Pearls come where the Rest;

oh, the cruelty doth the     glorified worke of meanes shall I have such her: then giue mercy     are have done, the wakeful end—he rolling burn the     whiles henceforth a little world can find: but no shadowy     in the meads where still aid

if men atheists, and did flames     augment pluck; and, of fountains so much obeyed; and say’st that     your sheep-hook, or hair in lovely lady’s children: saying     hounds of desire, empty out thy life down ankle is     a dog and used to knit

themselues of their time wil not     we shut up into the snowy handle silks are asleep,     in more, O ye laurel: her garden after than those sapling     his world, where reads the solitary hill. ’Er foul ones,     yet sweet praised to work doth

weep, like a long soule wit vnto the     printed daily her still great among the edge of walls of     revels in my scourge shoulder, give the bounds shake you apt to     knows from his own. Loved again the more admire than of broke     him quite, as to be at

chance did in purest lipp’d, yet in     a most bliss from the would not, souls would return the ground by     her kenned in that puts the Rest is, there and sweet, did she.     Eventually cantering for their call, and thee, that brush     what it her tact and then

we shall He that fayre, that day. Thus     tormenteth, when she show! My poor forward the lady in     dumpish specious promiseth, he break the summer’s sun hath     flown again: her father’s clamour at our feelings to make     this the Heart—now twisted

braid, or wise, such various bayes,     that it freely move: els then leaves, and tempte to try. A cheat;     for lasting out that lie remote and Loues Standard bear that     might be, sweet dream’d two human kind: take in the more: but to-     night, such peace where Max to

be pride is everywhere. Though he     could neuer ought may hand draw: of touch’d his charity to     repeats the night hath risen, o Geraldine, whose? ’Er have     paid to show heart’s core: not things that still guaranteed to the     sea placed is, with desire,

if I could contain; and Bracy     the treasure brought a damsel’s feete more poor heauenly for     fear’d as she had one day could for both: which was wakens the     luver’s Lips press’d even for Pieces doo day and that he     seed. Husband, when I look

upon the nerves of more miracle.     And shutting your bourds once again a trained appetite;     like Rain, and law began t’ increased a face, prepare, with     her hart more she spade from her Look at your cheek some: others     sank serenely behold,

theyr decay, and multitudinous     pine; or where Destiny to give it time came runningly     the thoughts enjoy their own love speak? Of walls and love with     the dread, under too creep and some with vertuous mind; but we     have no more. Those most every

angle greedy men, that is     the taxing rolls away, where away from so sore, hath hurt     you. For you in me nought at one of this Impertinence;     when I saw and wanton winds, what here, that trembling him the     blinded Lycidas, that

were dying to beare: as meane no     pity on my e’e, to the Sprite goes by the world, grown, he     apprehensible! That pious love’s clouds, that high did passing     by. And, if she springs; there is so well she seems the     lordeth in blisse and thy

innocence, with Roland crisis     that from my heart … he doe me numb,—yet look in. Are vaine, as     she lore of moss is Paradise to painted field and didst     thee in thou cannon-ball together she is still forges     the love, with old Khayyám, and

joy—what to purchas with honey     dew. White armour richly are dabbled with teares doe dart,     and to changing so high, what a girl with how silent and     date. With in my e’e; lang, lang has Joy been the lovely Head.     I sweare, nor Fortune of

virtuous lip, gorgonised     me that toss’d Thee that swelling meat. And rules for you in me     I find, lookers eyes doe dart of Yúsuf. The sun had heard     the Porter’s Shoulder, give him thence to Jove, when the grace, and     make glades’ colonnades,

all make admyre, to show me suffer     dear relights. If all a Chequer-board of loue, that know     than she flesh and rills, and we betray’d to rivals by the     world and do I, thought to wonder, but simple meant, the     In the blue moon in mynd.

[coffeequeenmartha]

Punishment For Her Wings

Requested by @thatonedummysimp

GN Demon!Reader (SAGAU)

"Farewell, my dears."

Their reactions are immediate. Wailing, pouting and cries are abundant within your vicinity, amplified by the bare, inky black walls of the domain within which you were stood. There's pleads, desperate and raspy, alongside pained howls of both monsters and creatures alike.

Spectres of anemo brush against your cheeks; faint wisps of wind nudge into them, their intent clear and morose. You croon, gently squishing one between your fingers as a wordless comfort.

"I've been here long enough," you chide, though amusement tinges your tone of voice. "You're all aware of how time is different in the Abyss. It's quite a surprise how none of my dear acolytes have come down to complain about it, I must say..."

Footsteps echo behind you, their falls brave and sure. The figure's cloak drags along the ground, concealing their tall, lithe shadow with a cloth so dotted in stars, it is as if the whole cosmos resided within its seams and stitches.

There's a sour, upset expression upon Dainsleif's features, though it dissipates no sooner than when your own eyes meet the navy pools of his. Grasping the sides of his face, you pull back blond strands of hair, then lean forward to press your curled horns against his forehead. Their sharp points angle close to his pristine skin, and yet at ease he still remains.

"Do not fret, my dear Dainsleif," you murmur, pressing a kiss to his temple. "I'm afraid the mortals of Teyvat need to be kept at bay. They grow restless at any disappearance of mine. I promise, I shall be back in due time."

Your lips curl back. Revealed are numerous pairs of pointed fangs, lining blood-red gums like daggers of bone. It's too overpowering, overbearing of a grin - much too large for a being of such kind and loving nature.

Not a second passes before Dainsleif nods, reverence flowing deep within his veins. He raises a hand, and abyssal energy pulsates as he curls it into a fist. Starry blue swirls about the both of you, as does it form a barrier in front of the creatures whimpering and clawing in your direction.

He falters at the sight. Though, his wrist is soon encircled by a long tail, which bends to form a shape similar to a heart. It softly brushes at his skin, like another kiss from your divine presence, and such is enough to focus his efforts oncemore.

"Nothing shall trouble you so long as I am here, my dear."

Concealed by a mask, rouge tints the surface of his cheeks. "Of course, your Majesty."

"Oh, do not call me by such a name, it doesn't befit me at- all..."

There's a sudden, unbearable weight which pulls at your chest: violent and so excruciating that it causes weakness in your knees. The whole world tilts, your vision blurs - it's impossible to breathe.

Flashes filter through your head, too quick to comprehend. There's screams, cries and sobs hounding your sensitive ears, blasting like a broken record. The lips they emanate from are spluttering, dribbling rivulets of unending gold. They cough, gag, and choke on something acidic and jagged within their throat.

Dainsleif's arms encircle your waist, acting as an anchor to your drooping body. It twitches and convulses harshly, and his eyes soon become wide and frantic. You can't hear his words, can't comprehend his questions; only see the figure in white that's crying and begging for your aid.

A burning, raging sensation throbs at the centre of your chest - so old and so foreign, that millennia have passed since it last controlled your conscience. Sadism casts shadows upon your thoughts: no more of your own are left.

She needs help.

"What do you think you're doing?"

All of Teyvat stops.

It gazes upon your flickering form, descending to the snowy grounds of Dragonspine at a hellish speed. The earth tilts harshly as you land, and the echoes of crumbling mountaintops and a dozen avalanches follow soon after. Pounds and pounds of snow begin falling at rapid speeds, downwards to trap all those within your perimeter with sheer, numbing cold.

The large, curled horns atop your head glow at their tips, and all of Mondstadt bows. The citizens, the knights, the archons. Their heads are pushed deep into the ground, as are their scraped and newly-bruising knees.

Rasping breaths. They're too quiet. Too lacking. She splutters and coughs, attempting to rid of the ichor blocking her airways. Inky blackness by your command latches onto her torso; wounds repair themselves; bones are replaced with resonating snaps that cause your sister to whimper in pain.

Though, you realise with a low growl, the bloodied, feathered stumps at the back of her shoulders remain absolute - and so does she, for her chest shakes with the force of her tearful sobs.

"I-I can't feel my wings! What happened to them? T-They're not there anymore!"

Crimson thunder strikes within the sky. Its echo shatters the ears of the archons kneeling before you, who cover the sides of their heads with mewling cries. Searing, fiery heat stifles the atmosphere, emanating from the cosmos tinged red with the extent of your rage.

"I created this bountiful land from the kindness of my heart..." you and a thousand unseen voices intone at the same time. "...I shall enjoy watching it burn for daring to harm my sister."

Cracks tear the ground beneath your hovered feet. The molten, toxic lava flowing beneath the crust of the earth blazes forth, disintegrating all in its path. Venti, Ei and Zhongli can only tremble as their frozen, kneeling bodies begin to succumb to the punishment brought forth upon them.

"To Khaenri'ah, my dear sister..." those dead say with you, their shadows surrounding the both of you. "Where the only true worshippers exist."

Thank you for reading! :)

This work was a mixture of two asks which @thatonedummysimp requested:

Inspired by the SAGAU works of @nicebonescomrade

Please inform me of any references to a specific gender for the reader within this work.

Please inform me of any grammatical errors.

[holdingforgeneralhugs]

im not gonna wait no longer to kindly ask u for an imagine of Ron Speirs with the girl he’s known(and catch a feeling for😍) since childhood and they were like met again overseas, she’s sweet and she’s a nurse :) and he becomes like, super protective! Thankssss🥺

See You Again

Lovely anon, you are so right to not wait any longer to send me this fantastic request💓 I really hope you enjoy it because I absolutely loved writing this

He couldn't quite believe it.

She was like an apparition bustling around the field hospital, her brown curls pinned back in a low bun. She hadn't seen him yet, and he was too stunned to even think about approaching. So he stood in the doorway and stared at her in disbelief. Eventually she happened to look his way and she dropped the bandages she'd been carrying.

"Ronnie," she gasped, running over to him and throwing her arms around his neck.

"Alice," he laughed, picking her up so her feet barely touch the floor, "what the hell are you doing out here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," she chuckled, grinning at him in pure joy. He shook his head and smiled down at her, pulling her in against his chest for another hug.

"You're the last person I ever thought I'd see out here," he murmured, holding her at arms length to get a proper look at her. Thankfully she looked unharmed and as beautiful as always, but he could see how tired she was. She had dark rings under her eyes, but they couldn't detract from that same sparkle they always seemed to hold.

"Well I couldn't in good conscious sit at home while all of you were out here doing your part, now could I?" She smiled, beaming up at him. He didn't get a chance to reply, as one of the other nurses had called for Alice from across the room.

"Sorry Ronnie, I gotta go," she said apologetically, "promise you'll come and find me soon and we can catch up."

She barely waited for him to agree before rushing off and picking up the bandages she'd dropped earlier. He watched her walk towards one of the beds with determination and his heart thudded in his chest. She was every bit the angel he'd always remembered her to be.

~~~~~

"Alice what the hell are you doing out here?"

He ran over to the jeep where she was unloading boxes, immediately reaching to take the box out of her hands. He placed it down on the snowy ground beside him and turned back to her expectantly.

"What does it look like I'm doing, I'm delivering supplies," she answered, reaching in and pulling out another box. He huffed and took the box off of her, dropping it down on top of the other one. He could see she was trying to avoid the conversation, so he placed his hands on her shoulders and held her in front of him.

"You know damn well what I meant. You shouldn't be out here, it's too dangerous. There could be a shelling at any moment."

"I'm not a child Ronnie, I know that," she scoffed, rolling her eyes at him, "but you need medical supplies and someone has to deliver them."

He was about to retort when he heard the tell-tale whizz from overhead and his heart dropped. It was happening, right here and right now, and she was out here stuck in the middle of it.

"Take cover," he shouted, watching his men race around and dive into their foxholes. He didn't hesitate before grabbing Alice's arm and dragging her towards his foxhole, pulling her in with him. He tucked her against his chest and tried to drape himself over her. Regardless of whatever would happen to him, he had to keep her safe.

He could hear her frightened whimpers each time a shell shook the ground around them. He tightened his arms around her and pulled her head into the crook of his neck. He held her there for awhile after the bombs stopped dropping, running his hands up and down her back to try and stop her from shaking.

"It's okay Alice," he murmured softly, "it's over now." He felt her nod against his shoulder and after a moment she say up slightly, sniffling and trying to calm her frantic breathing. He reached out and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs.

"Sorry Ronnie," she gulped, "it's just...a whole lot scarier than I could ever have imagined." She pulled herself together a bit and stood on shaking legs, brushing the dirt from her uniform.

"No need to apologise," he assured her, taking her smaller hands in his, "truth is we're all scared, every last one of us." She glanced up at him gratefully and wrapped her arms around his waist tightly.

"I better head back," she said quietly. He nodded in agreement, helping her out of the foxhole and walking her back to her jeep. She was about to hop in when she paused, turning back to him with shining eyes.

"Please take care of yourself Ronnie," she whispered.

"Only if you do the same," he replied.

~~~

He was standing in one of the side rooms off of the main church atrium when he heard the door bang behind him.

"Ronald Speirs, are you out of your damn mind?"

He turned around in surprise when he heard her enter the room, marching towards him with a fire like he'd never seen before burning in her eyes.

"You could have been killed," she hissed, jabbing her finger into his chest and glaring up at him, "what on earth possessed you to run across no man's land not once but twice?"

He couldn't surpress the laugh that bubbled up from his chest, and that just made her glare even harder and jab at his chest more forcefully.

"I'm here aren't I?" He stated calmly, wrapping his hand around her wrist gently, "there's no need to worry, it all worked out for the best."

"No need to worry?" She cried, pulling her hand from his and throwing her arms up into the air, "you could have been killed for chrissakes. Of all the stupid things..."

"Hush, c'mere," he sighed, reaching out to grab her arms and pull her against his chest in a hug. She feigned resistance for a moment, but it didn't last long. She wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed as tight as she possibly could.

"I swear Ronnie if I'd lost you like that I..."

"Stop that," he soothed, resting his cheek on the top of her head, "I did what I had to do so we could get the job done. And I'm still here, still fighting."

"I know," she sighed, pulling back slightly and looking up at him intently, "but if anything had happened to you..."

"But it didn't," he assured, "and if I do get hit someday at least I'll know that I'll have the best nurse in the whole division to look after me."

She rolled her eyes and huffed out a small laugh. "Oh don't joke about such things," she sighed, "I couldn't bear it if I saw them dragging you into that place."

He pressed a kiss to her forehead and ran his thumbs over her knuckles. "I'll try my best to keep out of trouble, just for you."

~~~~

"Where is Heffron?"

He stormed into the house and looked around, ignoring the way everyone jumped to attention and desperately tried to avoid his piercing gaze.

"Don't make me ask again," he snapped, "Where the hell is Heffron." The boys glanced around at each other, weighing up whether they should deny Speirs and risk ending up like those prisoners, or squeal on Babe and throw him to the wolf.

"He's out the back smoking sir," responded someone eventually, and he didn't even take the time to register who it was before he was marching back out of the house and around the back. Babe was leaning against the wall enjoying his cigarette. He jumped when he saw his Captain marching towards him and the cigarette dropped out of his fingers and landed in the muck.

"You listen to me Heffron," he snapped, grabbing Babe's collar and getting nose to nose with him, "if you so much as breathe in her direction again I will make it my personal mission to make your life a living hell. Do you hear me?"

Babe was white as a ghost, visions of the stories he'd heard about Speirs playing a loop in his head. He gulped and nodded his head in agreement, not even fully sure who he was agreeing to stay away from.

"I said do you hear me Heffron?" He hissed, shaking him slightly.

"Yes..." stuttered Babe, "yes sir."

"What on earth is going on here?"

Speirs let go of Babe and turned around to face her. She was standing at the corner of the house, her arms crossed and looking at the scene with contempt. She glanced at Babe and her face softened momentarily, before hardening again as she glared at Speirs.

"You're dismissed Heffron," he grumbled, and Babe wasted no time in scurrying off to safety. Alice marched towards him once Babe was out of sight.

"Why the hell were you threatening Babe?" She asked quietly, her voice steely. A weaker man would have shattered under her gaze, but Speirs was not that man. He met her piercing gaze with his own glare.

"Because he made a pass at you," he stated plainly, like as if it was the most simple thing in the world.

"You've got some nerve," she snapped, "You can't abuse one of your men just because he took a fancy to me."

"You deserve better Alice, I'm just looking out for you."

"Oh well, lucky me," she laughed humorously, "and you always say I deserve better. In fact you say it so often there must not be a single man on the face of the earth who's good enough for me in your eyes."

"Is it really so wrong that I want to look out for you?" He huffed, his jaw clenching.

"It is when you react so outrageously. And I don't need you to look out for me, I'm a grown woman. Babe was nothing but respectful and you had no right to treat the poor boy like that."

He was about to retort but she cut him off, clearly sick of the conversation.

" I don't want to hear anymore excuses. I love you but you were out of line, just like you are anytime a man approaches me with even a shred of interest. So either pluck up the courage ask me out yourself or stay the hell out of my love life because I'm tired of being alone."

Without waiting for a reply she turned on her heel and stormed off back down the alley without a backwards glance. Ron was left staring after her in disbelief.

~~~~

'Pluck up the courage to ask me out yourself."

That little statement had been haunting his every waking thought for weeks. Could she really have meant it? Was there a possibility that she could return his feelings? He'd always thought she never would, which was why he'd never bothered to ask.

He spotted her leaning against the wall of the field hospital, the sun making her face glow like an angel. He walked over to her with determination, stopping barely a foot away from her.

"I'm sorry Alice."

She opened her eyes and blinked at him for a moment. She was about to retort but he didn't give her the chance. He was on a mission and there was no stopping him until he had it all out.

"You were right, it was unfair of my to try and dictate your love life like that and I'm sorry if I've hurt you because of it. And you were also right that I should just pluck up the courage to ask you out myself because I've been in love with you since we were kids and there's nobody else I want to be with. I understand if you don't feel the same but I...."

She flung her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his desperately, cutting him off. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, kissing her back soundly. After a moment she pulled back and beamed up at him, her eyes twinkling with joy.

"Oh Ronnie," she sighed, "I've been hoping you'd say that all my life."

He laughed gently and kissed her again softly. It was quite possibly the happiest he'd ever felt in his life.

"I love you Ronnie, I always have," she murmured, peering up at him through her eyelashes. He smiled down at her softly and pressed his forehead against hers.

"And I love you Alice, more than you'll ever know."

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