#it's angsty but way softer than it seems I promise

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Day 6 - (ALT PROMPT) Bloody Knuckles

I meant for this to be for day 4 of Whump Week but that other idea was too good, and then I didn't have the drive to finish it until now. More risen demon au stuff!

Ping list: @ailesswhumptober and @whumperofworlds

TWs: blood, discussion of suicide/suicide baiting, death mention

Mariano closed his eyes, feeling Dimitri's fingers combing through his feathers. They sat out in the little creek that ran through their domain, the quiet rustle of leaves and grass in the wind filling the comfortable silence. Cold, impossibly clean water meandered past, pulling the otherworldly black blood from Mariano's skin.

The last mission had been rough. Dimitri had insisted on helping him get clean again. Blood still oozed from cuts and scrapes, dark as the halo that hung near the tips of his tall horns. They'd bandage those once he was inside and dry again. Dimitri's claws scratched luxuriously against the skin of his wings, drawing little happy hums and sighs from Mariano as he finished washing his face.

"You're really pretty." Dimitri said with no warning.

"...What?" Mariano blinked. looking over his shoulder at Dimitri.

The blond demon just looked back at Mariano, still scratching through his feathers. "I said you're pretty. Turn around."

Mariano frowned as he did, black feathers ruffling before smoothing down as he shifted. The water felt amazing as it started to run against his lower back, his thin tail drifting along in the current. Dimitri took one of Mariano's hands in his, dipping it under the chilly water. His thumb started to brush over the broken, bleeding skin over Mariano's knuckles.

Mariano didn't wince, even as sparks of pain raced up his hand. "What makes you say that?" He asked, watching Dimitri's efforts gradually reveal raw, aching skin under the glowing black blood.

Dimitri frowned, tilting his head as he paused. "What do you mean, what makes me say that? I have eyes. You're pretty."

The water's temperature finally started to numb the sting of the bloody knuckles. "I thought you hated me." Mariano said as Dimitri let go of his now-clean hand to take his other one.

"Ah." Dimitri said, looking down at Mariano's hand again. His touch was somehow even more gentle, claws not even coming close to scraping against Mariano's knuckles. "I did, yes."

"You hated me the entire time we were alive. Before everything."

"I did." Dimitri said again, evenly. "I thought you were a brat, and a wimp, and spoiled. And stupid."

Mariano was quiet, letting Dimitri handle him more carefully than he'd ever done when he was alive. "When we all woke up here, you said I should've just killed myself instead of trying to whistle-blow." He said. "What changed?"

Dimitri's thumb passed over the knuckle of Mariano's ring finger, feather-light. "I'm not sure." He said. "You wanted to haunt Luis instead of just killing him, that helped. I liked that."

Dimitri's attention shifted to the knuckle of Mariano's pinky. "I think it was seeing your haunting." Dimitri's voice got softer. "I didn't like hearing you beg like that."

"Ah." It was Mariano's turn to speak quieter. "I'm sorry."

Dimitri shook his head. "No, no, it scared the shit out of Luis. He deserved it." Dimitri's fingers fell still. "He deserved to remember what he did to you."

They both fell quiet, the rustle of leaves and the murmur of water the only noises in their otherworldly paradise. Their feathers ruffled in the warm breeze. Dimitri let go of his hand to wipe at Mariano's cheek, thumb working at a stubborn streak of blood.

"Come." Dimitri said, his hand lingering where he cupped Mariano's face. "Let's get you bandaged up. Manuel's going to be upset if we stay out here too long and you catch a chill."

Dimitri stood, offering Mariano a hand up. He smiled, the briefest flicker of the expression flashing over his face as he accepted Dimitri's help. Dimitri didn't let go of Mariano's hand as they walked through the field of sweet-smelling flowers, up to the home they all shared.

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Intro🔞

Unrequited love can be oh-so painful, especially as a hopeless romantic like Jeon Jungkook. You're supposed to just momentarily soothe his aching heart and take his mind off of things- but something about you just draws him in...

Tags/Warnings: Punk!Jungkook, strangers to lovers, Stereotypes, description of Unrequited love, romance, accidental flirting, some angst, major fluff, smut

Length: 2k Words

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A/N: this was supposed to be an angsty oneshot. Thanks to @euphoricfilter I decided to make it a softer series instead.

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Jungkook doesn't really know you. 

He knows that you don't like wearing pants, which is why you wear a simple cotton dress tonight despite the weather outside. You layered a sweater over it, and you wear fluffy overknee socks and boots- everything cute, a little oversized, giving you an overall soft appearance. He also knows that you don't really want to be here, that you accompanied a friend but that she went to make out with some boy she had her eyes on the entire night. And he knows your age, your name, and that you have a very nice voice. 

A voice currently whimpering against his ear, as he holds your thighs to keep you propped up against the wall while he thrusts his hips into you. He didn't really think much of it when you suggested this, and he definitely didn't think much of it when he agreed- after all, looks are just looks, down the line, and just because you don't look the part doesn't mean you can't be a little wild. 

What he did not expect was for you to turn out to taste so sweet- the entire ordeal of just a quick fuck feeling like something much more than he's used to. You're supposed to just take his mind off of his long time crush currently probably getting railed in the car outside- and you're doing much more than that. 

It’s like you’re giving him something entirely new to think about. Like you’re someone capable of filling her place in his head. 

Your hands on his shoulders, fingers digging into his leather jacket. The warm skin of your thighs, feeling just so good in his hands. And not to mention that clench of your core around his length, making him feel sensitive even despite the condom he wears. 

"What if you just find someone else, too?" You'd wondered at him at the bar earlier, cheek a little squished as you rested your face on one of your hands, looking at him. "She clearly doesn't want you from what I can tell. So stop pining after someone who doesn't see you." You'd boldly stated, throwing the bucket of cold water over his head- shaking him awake, in a way, because no one's really put it out in the open like that to him up until you. It's tough to hear it, but it's the truth- and you're right. 

He needed a distraction. And you seemed to be the perfect opportunity. 

Lucy had always kept him close- dangling him from a string in front of her heart, never letting him reach it- because it had always been closed off, her interest more in what she could gain from him, and not what she could give him as well. She clearly only really kept him close so he could do things for her- help her move, build up furniture, take care of her cat multiple times a week, even buy her things. Jungkook paid for her rent for half a year- simply because he wanted to show her that he was in it with a full and honest heart. 

He wanted her to see him. But just like you said, she doesn't. Because she doesn't want to see him. She doesn't want him. 

"And where would I find someone else?" Jungkook had asked, eyes finding yours as you'd shrugged. 

"Can't promise you a mind-blowing experience-" You'd told him, one of your legs moving forward to playfully kick his boot. "-but I'm right here." 

And right here you are. 

You smell really nice- he realizes that as he rests his head in the crook of your neck, your skin flushed and hot against his lips. He's not sure why he feels almost guilty taking you like this- you seem more like someone who deserves a romantic date night and then a good long slow-fuck in an actual bedroom, not some underground club storage room. You're currently single, and he knows that from you as well, but he's sure that you won't have any trouble finding someone in the near future. 

Though the thought of it makes him a little.. Upset, almost. Jealous? 

"You close?" He growls into your neck, and you simply nod in response, making him chuckle. You seemed so nonchalant about the whole thing, but you're actually kind of cute in this moment. He's, despite his looks, not one to usually do these kinds of things- he's a romantic, even if it's more of an unconventional one. He craves something real and authentic, something that knocks the breath out of his lungs and swallows his heart whole.  

Huh. 

Maybe under different circumstances, you could've been just that for him. He can imagine falling for you if you'd met sooner, or in a different situation- you seem very nice, with a laid back personality added to it. Your pretty face and pretty body is just an added bonus- and he feels a bit disappointed knowing he'll never see you fully nude.

What could you be hiding underneath those clothes? 

For sure something to be worshipped, a body meant to be made love to and not this right now. But you're already at the end, as he bites his lips and pushes you over the edge, your fingers clawing at his leather jacket as you weakly whimper out in pleasure, his own high a lot softer than yours. That doesn't mean it's any less fulfilling- in fact it's a pretty damn good one, drawn out, making the muscles in his thighs stutter a bit as he holds you up for a bit longer, before he slowly sets you back down to your feet.  

You avoid looking at him now. He wonders if you regret it.  

But is that really any of his business? 

"Okay?" He asks, much to his own surprise as he helps you stand, music dull, bass almost the only thing you can both hear as he strips the condom off and finds some tissues to clean himself up- giving some to you as well. You take them silently, and clean yourself up, watching him throw everything into a trash bin nearby. It's only now that you seem to take a look around the small storage room you're both in, before you pull up your underwear, cringing at the odd feeling in your legs. "You good?" Jungkook chuckles- but you still don't look at him, simply nod before you seem to adjust yourself. How do you really feel about this? 

It's none of his business. So why does he feel like it is?  

"Do you.. I don't know, do you want me to drive you home?" He wonders. "If your friend isn't back, I mean." He adds, and you shrug.  

"Yeah." You tell him almost indifferently, before he nods, and leads you back outside, music suddenly loud and clear again. "but.. I think I can see here over there." You mumble, as Jungkook adjusts the back of your clothes for you, something he didn't even notice doing until his hands were already on you. There's something.. odd about you. A strange attraction, almost.  

He's not sure if it's just post-sex-attachment, or if it's genuine interest.  

“She seems awfully... occupied though.” Jungkook chuckles, watching together with you how she pretty much doesn’t seem to care that she’s basically getting undressed by the guy on the dancefloor. “I’ll wait with you at the bar if you’d like.” He suggests, and you shake your head, visibly disappointed.  

“No.” You deny. “Just..” You pull your little bag a little tighter over your shoulder. “..I changed my mind. Take me home, please.” You ask without looking at him, and he nods quietly, a hand on your shoulder leading you outside.  

His car is a little old, but the interior is clean and smells nice. He instantly turns the heat on, making sure you’re comfortable, radio playing quietly in the background while you click your phone into the holder, the navigation app having started to show him the journey to your home. “Oh? We don’t live that far apart.” He notices, as he pulls out of the parking lot in front of the club. “I live near the subway station, where that weird store is. The one where that old lady sells healing crystals and shit like that.” He attempts to smalltalk, and you nod.  

“Yeah, I know that one.” You answer. “My mom used to be friends with the woman that owns the shop..” You shrug.  

“Oh, cool.” He offers. “I don’t really believe in that stuff, but each their own.” He tells you.  

“I don’t believe in it either.” You admit. “But my mom does, so I just.. Pretend I do. I don’t like to fight with her.” You say, looking out the window to see it starting to rain a little.  

“You seem like someone who doesn’t like arguments.” He chuckles. “Which is a compliment, by the way.” He makes sure to underline. “Can I ask why you.. Seem so sad right now?”  

“Sure you can.” You say, before you look back at your hands in your lap. “It’s.. She does it a lot. My friend, I mean.” You admit, before you sigh. “I feel like she’s just.. I don’t know. Like I’m just a placeholder, good enough when there’s no one else around.”  

“Hm, I get what you mean.” He answers. “Some people are shit like that. My mom used to marry and divorce like she was aiming for a world record.” He laughs easily, stopping at a red light. “Some people just can’t be alone. It eats them up- so they take whatever company they can, and love too easily.” Jungkook explains.  

“But where’s the love in that?” You mumble almost too quiet for him to catch, looking out the window again where two children run through the rain after what you believe might be their mother holding a yellow umbrella.  

“For some, that’s love.” He shrugs. “It’s different for anybody. My definition of love probably is different from yours, and that’s fine too.” He offers.  

“I don’t even know.. What it is.” You sigh, defeated in your tone. “I don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like.”  

“You’ll know when it happens, trust me.” He tries to lift your mood. “Maybe we can.. I don’t know. Stay in touch, hang around together. I promise I might look like it but I’m not involved in any drug-related drama.” He laughs. “But all you need might just be a good friendgroup, a nice social circle. And I promise my friends are all cool, even though they’re all guys. They’re all in relationships- well, apart from me, but you know why that issue exists.” He chuckles.  

“You shouldn’t let her use you anymore, you know?” You say quietly, as the surrounding area outside the car becomes familiar. “You’re.. Too nice for someone like that.” You say, as he parks in front of the apartment building your phone exclaims is your destination of choice. You reach over to take your phone from the plastic holder, when you notice Jungkook watching you intently, before he speaks.  

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, and you look at him with wide eyes, interior lights of his car reflecting in them, making him even more eager to find out how it’ll feel like if you gave him the chance. You shrug, before you nod, visibly confused, while his eyes roam around your face, as if they can’t decide what feature of yours to focus on.  

Everything looks too magical right now. Like some cheesy romantic drama.

He’s not sure if he likes it or not.  

But as his hand reaches out to help angle your face right to place his lips against yours, he’s surely enough made his decision, sweet lipbalm of yours fruity on his tongue as he fails to keep his cool, leaning over further, both of your eyes closed as you get lost in the whole action- though he finally has to break free, the moment enough to cut the spell you both have been under.  

“Well fuck me.” He starts to laugh. “Now I’ll definitely need your number.” he jokes, as he takes out his phone to do just that, your fingers typing in the numbers of your phone, your heart still racing in your chest.

All while his words keep repeating in your head.

'You'll know when it happens, trust me.'

[pomefioredove]

i crave angst and hurt/comfort/fluff maybe something like that with vil? maybe reader gets hurt pretty badly or something and vil gets upset?? hehe angsty scenarios>>

on my hands and knees rn... vil... save me vil...

summary: anger is an ugly emotion type of post: fic characters: vil additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, angsty..... mentions of bullying/abuse etc?? very open ended you can interpret that how you please, GOD this is indulgent

Anger is an ugly emotion.

So much is true even for Vil Schoenheit. If you asked him, there is nothing more undignified than losing your composure in front of others, especially those under your care.

No, Vil keeps such emotions to himself. If he feels the need to get a point across, or to settle a conflict, he will do so with grace and dignity. He won't even break a nail.

This is different.

This is seeing you turn away from him with tears in your eyes, and feeling as if the very world itself is crashing down around him.

He cannot stand it.

He cannot stand seeing you like this.

It shakes him to his very core. You've had bad days, evenings where you come crawling into Pomefiore looking as if the world had chewed you up and spit you back out at his feet, and he's tended to it.

He's combed your hair, cleaned the dirt out from under you nails, bandaged your paper cuts with a sort of gentleness he doesn't even reserve for himself, made you look new and whole again.

Vil can't help with this.

It drives him mad. It makes him feel like he's stuck inside his own ribcage with nothing but the sound of his beating heart, trapped in a flurry of confusion and anxiety.

He wishes you would just talk about it. It would make everything so much easier if you would let him help.

But he won't pressure you. He couldn't bring himself to. And, quite frankly, if he knew even the slightest detail about whomever had been making you feel this way, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to stop himself from finding them and mincing them to shreds.

As they deserved.

But Vil is not one to rush into anything. He is patient, cordial, taking his sweet time to understand a problem from all angles before enacting a solution.

And so, he doesn't ask.

He holds your chin between his delicate fingers and dabs at the corners of your eyes, hoping to brush away your misery along with your tears.

You sniffle. It's not a pretty sight- you're certainly no graceful crier.

He couldn't care less.

The only thing that Vil can think of now is how only one measly person could be your undoing.

After everything you've been through without even breaking a sweat, all it took were a few too-familiar words to melt you into a pool of bad memories and misery at his feet.

Sevens help whichever poor fool had done this to you.

"Now, now. That's alright," he coos, wiping your cheeks just as a new barrage of tears runs down them. "Don't worry about a thing."

You just barely manage to choke out a response. "I'm sorry, this is- this is embarrassing,"

"Nonsense. You have nothing to feel bad for. I promise I won't utter a word of this to the others,"

He cups your face in his palms, giving you a moment to compose yourself.

"Deep breaths," he instructs. "Seven seconds in, hold it, for just a moment, and then seven seconds out. There. Excellent job."

It's quiet. The sound of sobs and his own heart pounding seem to fade into quiet breaths shared between the both of you.

"Good," he strokes your cheeks with his thumbs. A repetitive, soothing motion. "How do you feel?"

"Guilty," you say. "I didn't mean to ruin your evening."

"You've ruined nothing. You're very important to me, you know. I would never want you to think I'm too busy for you," he offers a smile. "Now, how do you feel?"

You're quiet for a moment, likely mulling over his words. Your voice is softer when you reply. "Tired,"

"Oh... you poor thing. I can't have you dead on your feet tomorrow, now, can I?"

You shake your head.

He stands, pulling you up with him. "Come along, then. Let's get you to bed. I'll help,"

He begins guiding you away from the couch you'd spent the better half of the evening sobbing on. You respond in a quiet voice.

"Vil?"

"Mm? Yes?"

"You promise you won't say anything about this to the others?"

A look of utter softness crosses his face at your request, and he smiles again. "My lips are sealed,"

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Hihi! I went on anon cause my main blog is strictly sfw, but I promise I'm an adult(29). Anyways, I had this idea of Ascended Astarion teasing Tav/Reader in front of a mirror. He can't see himself, but loves the way Tav/Reader shudders under his touch and them getting more and more embarrassed because all they can see is themselves getting riled up by seemingly nothing, but when they look down, ofc they see his hands working magic across their body.

Lol ty for the clarification and ask! I've been needing some nsfw practice!

Ascended Astarion nsfw under the cut, 18 + warnings. Like this is not implied smut. It is smut, graphic. Possessive, obsessive, manipulative, bad vampire man who loves you. As much as he's capable of. Morally gray human Tav from the start to here. It's only downhill from here baby, m/f angle. But if that doesnt fufill the dream let me know and I can make a gender neutral/ gender nonspecfic no prob! And probably less intense too because this is angsty~~~

Like I went ham, this is a whole ass fic now💀

You frowned at yourself in the bedroom mirror, adjusting your hair for the umpteenth time. It still didn't look right, despite what felt like hours of practice that you'd put into the intricate style.

You sighed as let one of your braids fall down, dissatisfied with what you saw. You didn't exactly look the part of an all-powerful vampire's consort, or at least not with the company you've recently been keeping. But it turned out a significant part of taking over Baldur's Gate was trenched in politics, meetings, balls, social events created for the sole purpose of mind games.

It was exhausting, or at least it was for you. But Astarion seemed to take to it like a duck to water. This life suited him, one of power games and subterfuge, and more often than not, murder. Not that you minded. You were just happy that he was having fun. That he was finally free after all of those years of torment. Even if he was using that freedom for… less than savory ends.

But despite his goals, you had sworn to him that you would never stray. And you intended on making good on that promise.

You just wished that he didn't insist on you being there for all of his "business". You hadn't realized how literal he had been about the whole sitting in his lap plan. It had taken a half-hour conversation to even convince him that no, you would not be doing so in the nude. He still hadn't given up on convincing you off that plan, but you highly doubted that it would help with your current level of heightened insecurity.

Maybe you were worrying for no reason. It wasn't Astarion who made you feel out of place. Well… it was, but not because of anything he did. Just… who he had become. He was so different now, so much colder to everything and everyone but you. More calculating, less forgiving, and just perfect for working with the most dangerous individuals in the mortal plane.

You seemed to be the only living thing he could relax around anymore, the only person who could soften him. It was strange really. You used to remember his softer side, before the ritual. The way his heart would hurt for children and animals alike, despite his failed attempts to hide it. His soft spot for Karlach, those who were brave and brazen, always willing to do the right thing despite the risks. The kind smile he used to have, reserved for beautiful things like the sunrise, the sunset.

Gone, all of it. It was a fact that you didn't like to think about. What you both gave up, things could have been; there was no point to it anyway. It was over. You gave Astarion the choice, this is what came of that. So here you were, obsessing over your appearance in preparation for a meeting with a high-ranking devil.

How things had changed.

You had no idea if you would ever find a way to match up with the company he kept around these days. Maybe it was your own fault for surrounding yourself with otherworldly creatures, but it was hard not to feel inadequate.

It didn't help that whenever you even slightly alluded to that insecurity, Astarion was more than ready to remind you of your… "options".

"You can join us whenever you'd like my treasure," Astarion would say with a creeping grin, "Just one bite, and we can be sure you'll be mine forever. Would that be so bad?"

It was a tempting offer, one that you kept insisting on refusing. You loved Astarion more than anything. But… you wanted that love to stay your choice. An obligation you maintained of your own free will. It's not that you didn't trust him… but to be a spawn had too many implications for you to handle.

"What has you pouting sweet thing?"

You startled when hands suddenly settled on your hip, gripping through the thin fabric of your nightdress. You looked back, relaxing the slightest bit to see Astarion smiling down at you, amused at the fact he'd managed to sneak up on you through the mirror.

"You said you weren't going to do that anymore," You whined as you leaned back into him, your eyes turning back to the mirror. You could see the fabric of your slip indented under his hands, ghost-like without his actual image reflecting back.

"I lied," Astarion said simply, leaning down to breathe you in from the crook of your neck, "Now what are you thinking about pet? I can tell something's on your mind."

You bit your lip, debating for a moment if you should tell him or not. But it's not like he would let it drop, and he was way too good at being able to tell when you were lying. Might as well come clean.

You sighed, "I don't…I don't know if I'm cut out for this."

You expected him to huff at you, maybe even laugh. But instead, the grip he had on you tightened, hard enough to make you gasp. You could feel his fangs scraping against your delicate skin, scratching hard enough to cause pinpricks of blood to bead out.

"And why would you ever think a thing like that?" Astarion asked, his voice harsh and low, "Where else would you be if not by my side hm? Please, enlighten me."

You gulped, your heart rate starting to pick up. You hadn't meant it like that, "That's not what I meant-"

"Then what else could it have meant?" Astarion shot back, his hands digging into you, surely ready to leave finger-shaped bruises. Suddenly he was using that same grip to drag you backward to the bed, effortlessly settling you between his spread legs.

All while managing to still be right in sight of the mirror. You could feel your cheeks redden as his hands started to wander, unceremoniously tugging down the straps of your nightdress to reveal your chest. That was another thing about life after the ritual that had been a surprise, just how different Astarion's sex drive was. It's not like he was a prude before, far from it, but now he was insatiable. Always ready and willing to touch you whenever the urge struck him. Often enough for you to eventually come to the thrilling, if not slightly disturbed realization, that… he was training you. Training your body to always want his touch.

And tonight was no different. You could already feel yourself getting wet, and he had barely done anything yet. But then suddenly he was pinching your nipple harshly, hissing in your ear, "I expect an answer when I ask you a question darling."

You bit back a moan, trying to remember what you were even arguing about as he started to play with your breasts, "I-I didn't mean it like that. I just… I don't want to embarrass you."

It was humiliating to admit but it was true. Not many people of Astarion's caliber insisted on a singular lover. There were so many people after him now, people with more power, more beauty, and grace. You didn't match up. You couldn't.

"Nonsense," Astarion dismissed, his hands wandering down to tear off more of your clothing, "Look at you. You were made for this life. Made for me. You're gorgeous."

The compliments mixed with the harsh feeling of his hands ripping your nightdress in two was quite the experience. You could feel his own hardness pressing into your backside, twitching as he threw your ruined clothing to the side.

Then he was gripping your chin, forcing your head back up to stare into the mirror in front of you, "I said look."

You obeyed, eyes widening at what you saw. It was so strange to see yourself like this, fully exposed with your legs spread apart, flushed and panting. It nearly gave the illusion that your very image was what was causing the wetness between your legs, instead of the invisible man toying with you.

You swallowed, your throat dry as Astarion's hands wandered lower, a feather-light touch tracing up and down your slit, "You are everything. The sole reason that I'm the man I am today. There is nowhere else you should be than right here."

"But-" You gasped, your words interrupted by a sharp slap to your inner thigh. You could see your skin start to redden in the mirror, a perfect imprint left in it's wake.

"Darling, are you questioning my judgment? What on earth made you think that was a good idea?"

You frantically shook your head, moaning when his fingers delved deeper, playing with your slick folds, "I-I'm not. I didn't- I'm sorry."

You whined as he roughly pinched your clit, his other hand moving upward to do the same to your heaving chest.

He was starting to grind his hardness against you, a tease of more to come as he murmured in your ear, "There's my good girl. Was that so hard?"

You shook your head, gasping as he finally dipped his long fingers into your cunt. You were already so sensitive, humiliatingly close in a matter of minutes.

"So gorgeous," Astarion sighed, staring straight ahead to the sole image of you, whimpering as he finger-fucked your pussy, "So needy. Can you see how wet you are pet?"

You could, you were leaking around his fingers, that needy, intense feeling getting more and more intense by the moment. It was so embarrassing seeing yourself like this, enough so that you snapped your eyes shut.

A bad idea. Astarion tutted at you, landing another sudden and hard slap to your thigh, "None of that. I told you to look. Or else."

You snapped your eyes back open, watching yourself whimper and gasp as you were played with, the harsh movement of his hand jostling your breasts. You weren't going to last much longer, not with the image of you being taken apart, the feeling of him inside you, the mean edge to your love's words.

"You're such a silly little thing, aren't you?" Astarion growled, fucking you harder and faster. You were so close, but you weren't stupid enough to come without permission. Not after what he did the last time, "Doubting me. Do you really think I don't know what's best for you? What's best for us?"

"No," You whimpered, your hips arching backward to rub harder into his erection, "You're right, I-I'm yours. C-Can I come now? Please?"

"Beg me and maybe I'll think about it," Astarion meanly laughed, relishing in the gush of slick his harshness coaxed from between your legs, "Beg and apologize. Apologize for doubting us. For doubting me."

You could barely get the words out through your own gasps, tears prickling in the corner of your eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean it!"

"Good girl," Astarion huskily laughed, using a clever thumb to rub over your swollen clit, "Now tell me you love me."

"I love you," You said easily, meaning every word, "I love you more than anything.

"Tell me you'll never leave me. Ever."

There was something else behind that promise. An obvious implication that your fucked-out brain was too distracted to see.

"Never," You promised, reaching back for you him. You curled your fingers into his hair. pulling his head down to press his mouth against your throat. An open invitation, "I'll always be with you."

Astarion groaned against your skin, his fangs so close to piercing, "Precious pet, how could I ever want anything else? Come darling, you've earned it."

Then he was biting you, the brief flash of pain the perfect trigger for you to fall over the edge. You came with an embarrassingly high-pitched whine, slumping back into Astarion as he drank from your throat.

You looked as much of a mess as you felt, the stickiness between your thighs glistening in the light. You watched yourself, whimpering as Astarion slipped his fingers out. Just to tap them against your lips, forcing them into your mouth to suck on.

You moaned around them, light-headed as Astarion popped off of your throat. You sighed as he licked at the wound, enjoying the brief moment of rest. You weren't naive enough to think that you were done yet. Not when Astarion was still hard, his cock pulsing against you.

"See?" Astarion huskily laughed, licking the blood off of his lips while he played with your tongue, "You're perfect. Perfect and mine."

[solarmorrigan]

Hi! Could you possibly do 'You don't have to stay.' With Steddie from the angst writing prompt, please? Thank you in advance 😊

Hi! My apologies again for taking two weeks to get to this, but thank you for sending it! This one was fun to write :D

[No warnings; happier ending this time, I promise]

Angsty-ish Prompt List

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Eddie feels like an idiot.

He just – he got so wrapped up in everything. In the way Steve has been keeping him company every evening, in the way they have dinner together and play cards together and watch movies together and fucking fall asleep together (Eddie and Wayne’s new place is bigger than their old one, but it’s not like the government sprung for a house with a goddamn guest room or anything). He just forgot that Steve isn’t really meant to be part of his life.

No, Eddie just has Steve on loan.

He is abruptly reminded of this fact one afternoon when he hits Family Video with the intent to pester Steve (and maybe even rent a movie) and instead stumbles right into the tail end of a conversation.

Maryellen Someone-or-Other from the year below Eddie (he’s never really seen the point in remembering names unless they’re a friend or a foe; he figures his brainspace has better uses than the names of people who don’t give a shit about him one way or the other) is leaning over the counter, making eyes at Steve. She’s practically batting her eyelashes and resting her weight in a way that puts the low-scooped neckline of her shirt prominently on display.

“Are you sure?” Maryellen is asking, bottom lip pouting out in a way that is, in Eddie’s opinion, far too obvious.

“Afraid so,” Steve replies with one of his softer smiles, like he might actually be sorry. “I already have plans tonight.”

And – plans? What plans? Eddie thought Steve would be coming over to his house tonight, like pretty much every night.

But then Steve’s eyes flick up from Maryellen and catch Eddie standing stupidly in front of the doors, and his smile widens a little, becomes something happier, sillier, and – oh. Eddie’s house is the plan. Right.

“Well,” Maryellen sighs, high and put-upon, pulling Steve’s attention back to her, “maybe next time.”

“Uh, yeah.” Steve nods. “Yeah, maybe.”

Maryellen glances Steve up and down one more time—and, seriously, obvious much?—before she straightens up and sashays past Eddie and out of the store. She doesn’t even seem to have a video with her. Had she come in just to ask Steve out?

And Steve had turned her down?

It’s not like Eddie is interested in what she’s selling, but he has eyes – Maryellen Whatserface isn’t the sort of date you just turn down. Not when she’s flirting and flashing her cleavage at you over the counter of your workplace. And she especially isn’t the type of date Steve Harrington turns down, certainly not to spend an evening sitting around in Eddie’s room doing a whole lot of nothing.

Of course, that’s not how Eddie sees it – not really. They’re not doing nothing if they’re talking, if they’re sharing stories or thoughts or even just dumb jokes. Not if they’re sitting quietly together because sometimes you can only be that type of quiet with someone who gets you. Not if Eddie is strumming random notes on his guitar and Steve is humming along, almost absently, like he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it.

It isn’t nothing to Eddie, but to Steve – well, now that Eddie thinks about it, Steve is probably just putting his life on hold so he can be a good friend to Eddie in the aftermath of all the Upside Down fuckery.

Which is very kind of him, obviously (which is apparently just the sort of person Steve actually is; sure, he complains a whole hell of a lot, but Eddie doubts if there’s a single damn thing Steve won’t do if he thinks he can help someone really in trouble), but Eddie doesn’t need him to do that. He doesn’t need any kind of pity friendship. He doesn’t need Steve to put all his shit on hold just to take care of him, only to end up resenting him because he can’t go anywhere or do anything because he’s too busy being the goddamn babysitter.

Eddie doesn’t need that.

“Hey.” Steve is the one leaning the counter now (and he doesn’t exactly have Maryellen’s assets, but damn if the position doesn’t make his shirt stretch appealingly over his chest, anyway) and making eyes at Eddie, except they’re sort of confused-and-concerned eyes, which makes sense, since Eddie still hasn’t moved out of the damn doorway. “You okay?”

“Just fine,” Eddie says, snapping back into motion. “I’m here to pick a movie for tonight.”

“Y’know, I work at the video store,” Steve says, arching one heavy brow. “I’m here right now, even. You could just let me pick something to bring home.”

Eddie almost twitches at the casual slip of the tongue – home. Like Steve doesn’t have other places to be, a better house to actually go home to.

“I could,” Eddie drawls, “but I have it on good authority—my own, in fact—that your taste in films is not to be trusted.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Just because you can’t appreciate Sly or a good underdog story–”

“Two hours of dudes punching each other, Steve.”

“That’s not all the movie was, and you know it!”

“Two hours!”

And just like that, they fall into their usual banter, but somewhere in the back of his mind, Eddie can’t quite let go of what he’s been reminded of.

It follows him back home (to his home) with the movie in his hand (a decidedly non-sports-related movie) and dogs his thoughts and winds him up, and by the time Steve has gotten off work and is leaving his shoes politely by the door, Eddie is – well, he’s a little on edge.

A bit twitchy.

Maybe more than a bit.

Maybe he might be watching Steve, looking for signs that he doesn’t want to be there, that he has better places to be, that Steve regrets turning down Maryellen (if that even was her name? Now that Eddie thinks about it, it might have been Marie. Hard to say).

Maybe he watches Steve carefully as they make dinner, and as they eat, and as Steve heckles his movie choice just for the hell of it, and maybe he jumps on it a little too hard when, as the evening gets later, Steve glances at the clock and sighs.

“You know, you don’t have to stay,” Eddie says, shooting for perfectly casual.

Steve, who had been partway through rubbing tiredly at his eyes (probably about time to get those contacts out; he always forgets, and Eddie is always reminding him), pauses and pulls his hand away from his face to look blearily at Eddie. “What?”

“Just, if you have other places to be, y’know?” Eddie shrugs. “You don’t have to stay.”

Steve blinks. “What other places would I be right now?”

Eddie shrugs. He’s very casual about this and not worked up at all, as evidenced by all the easy shrugging he’s doing. “Oh, I don’t know. With Maryellen, maybe? She seemed pretty interested in taking you out tonight.”

A confused sort of look is working its way onto Steve’s face, like he has no idea what the hell Eddie is talking about, like he hadn’t just turned down a date earlier today. “Do you mean Madeline?” Shit, right, that was it. “Why would I want to be with her? Dude, what the hell are you even talking about?”

“I don’t know, Steve!” Eddie snaps, tossing his arms up in hopes that it’ll get some of his nervous energy out. “I just know that you’ve been here babysitting me almost every night for weeks–”

“I’m not babysitting, what are you–”

“And I figure that maybe there’s other shit you’d rather be doing! Places to be, things to do, people to fuck, whatever.”

And– Oops.

Eddie hadn’t quite meant to let all that out. And now Steve looks offended.

“What the hell is your problem tonight?” Steve asks, sitting up from where he’d been slouching on Eddie’s bed. “Did I do something to make you think I don’t wanna be here, or what?”

“I – well – do you want to be here?” Eddie splutters. “You’re a popular guy, and you’re turning down dates to sit around in my room all night? Doesn’t check out, man!”

Unnervingly, Steve doesn’t immediately snap back. He just stares at Eddie for a long moment.

“So, what? You think I’d rather be at some high school party? Drunk off my ass? Making out with some girl who doesn’t know me or give a shit about me?” Steve finally asks, voice low and heavy. “What the hell have I done since you’ve actually gotten to know me that made you think I still want all that shit?”

Eddie opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. He doesn’t exactly have a specific defense.

Steve scoffs. “Did you ever think that I just want to spend time with you? That I like being here, that I like you? But fine, whatever.” He slides off the bed and stands up. “You want me to fuck off so badly, I’ll go.”

And with that, he stalks out of Eddie’s room.

Eddie is so busy reeling with the “I like you” of it all that it isn’t until he hears Steve shuffling with his shoes by the door that he manages to snap into action.

“Steve!” he calls down the hall, running full tilt for the entryway, because he doesn’t know much, but he knows he needs to stop Steve before he leaves, before some kind of irreparable damage is done.

Steve doesn’t pause, reaching for the door and pulling it open, and what Eddie means to do is step past him, put a hand on the door, keep Steve there just a little longer so they can talk.

What actually happens is that Eddie’s momentum carries him flying right past Steve, into the door, yanking the knob from Steve’s hand and slamming the whole thing shut.

“Eddie, what the fuck!” Steve exclaims, (rightfully) startled.

“I don’t actually want you to fuck off, okay?” Eddie insists, because he is a god of eloquence when under unexpected pressure. “I want… I really want the opposite of that, actually.”

Steve shoots him a disbelieving look. “So you were being a dick because you want me to stay,” he says flatly.

“Nooot exactly,” Eddie draws the words out, reaching up and twisting his fingers in his hair while he tries to think. “I was being a dick because I want you to stay but I was afraid you wouldn’t want to.”

Steve continues to stare at him. “Eddie, that makes no goddamn sense.”

“I didn’t say it did! I think we know each other well enough for you to know by now that I am barely in charge of my brain, Steve!” Eddie huffs. “I just – I don’t get why you would want to hang around here when you probably have better options.”

“No, see, that’s the part that doesn’t make sense,” Steve says, his voice going a little softer. “You thinking I wouldn’t want to stay, or that there’s anywhere better for me to be. I don’t want to be anywhere else, or with anyone else. I just… want to be here with you.”

“You…” Eddie looks over at Steve, really looks, and catches the anxiety sitting in his expression, and the hopeful spark in his wide eyes, and realizes that he’s absolutely had the wrong end of the stick. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Steve says with a shrug that’s just about as casual as Eddie has been all night.

“Well then.” Eddie reaches up and slides the deadbolt back into place before giving the door a little pat; its services will no longer be required. Then, before he can think better of it, he reaches out and takes Steve’s hand, threading their fingers together and giving him a little tug back towards the hall. “Come on.”

“And where are you taking me, exactly?” Steve asks, amused and something a bit like relieved.

Eddie continues pulling him down the hall, heading for his room, and tosses a grin over his shoulder. “I am taking you exactly to where we both want to be.”

And if the way Steve crowds him over the threshold and into his bedroom is to be trusted, they are perfectly on the same page.

[d3adlyromb3ar]

✰ sinking lily pads

— synopsis. he thrived in the sorcerer world, she was forced into it. how could two people that strayed so differently from each other become so close?

— pairing. gojo x oc!fem!reader (main), toji fushiguro x oc!fem!reader

— word count. 3.3k

— contents. heavy child abuse, torture, neglect, abandonment, angsty asf, injuries, blood/gore, depressing thoughts, suicidal ideation, dissociation, ptsd, mentions of death, jjk violence/fighting

— notes. ohhhhh goodness, the toji angst is heavy in this one. i will be a toji defender forever, poor baby didn’t deserve all that happened to him 😭

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✰ chapter four. lost fragments

July 9th, 1999

The warm summer air was thick— humid and sticky as she stayed hidden under a bench outside. The same bench that she always went to.

Although over time, the bench had become abandoned. The vines from the wall behind stretching onto the stone, the gray concrete becoming covered with green. It was beautiful in a way, but sad to see such a relaxing spot become forgotten.

This spot was becoming too small for her form to fit, the space tight and suffocating. Although she didn’t seem to mind as the outside felt just as suffocating. At least in here, she could hide away for a little while.

She heard a pair of footsteps nearby, causing her to hold her breath as she attempted to stay as quiet and still as possible. Her body was tense, her arms squeezing her knees to her chest violently tight. The marks on her back screamed in protest, the pain shooting up and down her back as her skin was covered in goosebumps.

The footsteps got louder and louder until they stopped just in front of the bench. Her eyes darted down to investigate, only to relax when she saw familiar black shoes. She knew immediately who it was, the random shoe lace on the left foot, giving it away.

The figure kneeled down, tilting his head to peek under the bench.

“You shouldn’t be here.” Toji warned.

Moon shook her head, burying her face into her knees— hoping that by some miracle she could disappear from this place.

She missed the look the dark haired boy was giving her, his expression filled with empathy. He sat up straighter to glance around, noting how the environment was clear— for now. 

“Come on out, it’s just me.” He said in a softer voice, almost acting as if he was speaking to a frightened animal. 

She dared to look up from her knees, meeting his eyes as he stared at her from his position. His eyes were gentle and inviting— causing her to move finally. Toji released a breath he didn’t know he was holding, holding out his hand for her to take. She didn’t need help crawling out from her spot— but he offered her his hand anyway. She took it, slowly resting her palm in his— noticing quickly how his hands over time would become rougher to the touch. 

He guided her out from her hiding spot, not missing the winces she’d give every so often. Her eyes danced around the space as she was finally free of the underside of the bench's confinement. The space was clear— Toji hadn’t lied. 

“It’s okay, nobody is around.” He reassured her, noticing her look of paranoia, “I promise.” 

Her eyes darted back to his, relaxing from his gentle stare. She’d always feel comforted by him— especially because he was the only one in this place that hadn’t hurt her. He was her only light in this hell, therefore she clung to it desperately— to him. 

He guided her towards the bottom of a tree, his hand tugging her behind him. He sat her down, making sure every movement was slow— as to not spook her. 

“What happened?” He broke the silence, studying her face. 

She shook her head, staring down at the grass— desperately thinking of a place better than this one. 

He frowned at her silence, the pure fear she showed of speaking. It made him angry— angry at the ones who did this to her. 

“They hurt you again?” 

Her eyes darted up to his as he guessed it. Her eyes round and full of fear. He could only stare into her eyes, his own dimming from the look she gave. 

“I thought they weren’t going to stop.” She whispered to him, just barely loud enough for him to hear. 

“Let me see.” He asked suddenly. 

She didn’t answer at first, showing no indication that she wanted him to see— but it also wasn’t the first time he’d asked to see her injuries. Although, it was the first time he’d be seeing an injury so nasty, so severe. She knew he’d never hurt her, but she couldn’t help hesitating. 

“Moon, let me see.” He asked again, his voice stronger but still gentle. “Please.”

She took a deep breath before nodding, shuffling in her spot as she turned away from him. She stared into the distance, focusing on the leaves in the trees in front of her blow in the wind, anything to help relax her as she felt Toji lift the bottom of her shirt. She sucked in a breath as he lifted the material completely, bunching it up by her shoulders. It was then he could let his eyes scan over the many marks. His chest tightened at the sight, the red and angry slashes fresh, some still dripping blood. He hoped that the sight of none of the slashes being infected would calm him— but it didn’t. He was seething with rage inside, seeing red for the ones who did this to you. 

She felt the breeze brush her back, the exposed skin cooling from the air. It wasn’t unpleasant, but the fact that her back was very much exposed, caused her to breathe heavier. 

“None are infected.” He told her, bringing her shirt back down. 

She let out a breath she had been holding, her heart slowing finally. She turned back to face him, her gaze shining one of appreciation. 

“Thank you.” She whispered.

“Don’t.” He muttered, shuffling to lean back against the base of the tree.

She smiled weakly at his response. Having heard it before, and the rants he’d go on in the past. 

You don’t need to thank me, seriously. I’m doing this because I want to. 

His words from the past echoed throughout her mind. He was a sweet boy, but it wasn’t often he’d express that. She was just glad she knew what he meant in these moments where he spoke very few words. She knew deep down it meant more. 

“You’re stronger than they are, you just don’t know it yet.” He spoke out to the distance, knowing she was listening intently beside him. 

She furrowed her brows, watching his side profile as she was lost in thought.

“I don’t feel strong.” She admitted.

“You are.” He assured her. “You have cursed energy.”

She leaned her own head back against the tree, staring out with Toji— the trees swaying in the wind almost hypnotizing. 

“Then why do they hurt me?” 

Toji thought for a moment, turning his head towards you. Waiting until you locked eyes with his before he spoke. 

“They’re afraid of you, of what you’ll become.” 

Moon gazed into his eyes, the next words coming out with a struggle as she felt her chest tighten along with her throat. 

“Are you afraid of me too?” 

“No.” He answered quickly, no doubts laced in his response. 

His answer relaxed her, a weak smile appearing on her face again.

“Toji…” Her voice was soft, “Why do you stay?”

His brows furrowed, his gaze dropping to her intertwined hands resting on her knees.

“I don’t think they’d let me leave.” He answered truthfully. “Plus, I’d have no where to go.”

His voice was quiet and solemn. His eyes staying focused on her hands, he couldn’t let her read his emotions.

“If we ran away…”

“We can’t do that! They won’t let us even try!” He whispered out harshly, looking around to make sure of no eavesdropping ears.

“But we could… together.”

Her words were so tempting. Toji had of course thought many of times of escaping— running off somewhere far from this place. But also knew that they’d find them if they were to escape. If the clan was anything— they were consistent. They’d hunt them down.

“You think I haven’t thought about it?” He admitted. “There’s no use in trying. They’d find us eventually.”

“You don’t know that, we could hide somewhere.”

“I don’t wanna spend the rest of my life hiding.”

“But it’s better than living it here!” She raised her voice, upset that he wasn’t even giving it a chance. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take Toji!”

He shook his head, keeping his gaze lowered as he felt ashamed of himself for being so scared. The truth was, he was extremely afraid.

“I don’t wanna be here just as much as you Moon, but we can’t, okay?” He spoke softly to her, trying to calm her down. “I’m sorry.”

He finally raised his eyes back up to here, surprised when he didn’t find her features angry with him. Her eyes were gentle and compassionate— understanding. He didn’t deserve it, but he selfishly welcomed it.

“Maybe one day.” Was all she whispered in response.

Her hope was pointless, but appreciated as Toji enjoyed having even a sliver of positivity. He could only offer a weak smile in return.

“Yeah, one day.”

Moon tried to smile back, but found herself frowning when her eyes locked on a cut on the corner of his mouth. She kept her reaction minimal, only raising her hand— letting her thumb brush around the outside of the mark.

Toji couldn’t stop the small flinch when she brought her hand to his face, but didn’t shy away after reminding himself— it was only Moon.

Toji wasn’t one to be affectionate. The years of violent touches had tainted the want for physical needs. But as he met Moon and time went on, he found himself growing used to her touch. It was always so light, so warm. It had taken time and much of it, but he didn’t mind now in the moment— when her fingers brushed around his wound.

He almost wanted to smile at how delicate she was being, treating him almost as if he were a flower— a withering one at that. It was endearing.

“Does it hurt?” She whispered to him, her voice genuinely concerned.

“Not anymore.” He lied.

She sighed, noticing how deep the cut seemed to be. She frowned deeper when she wondered if it would scar. She hoped it wouldn’t, knowing that one day when he was finally free of this place— that the scar would remind him of all the horrid memories.

“What happened?”

Toji breathed for a moment, debating whether to tell her or not. Although, she’d be exposed to it eventually.

“I got put in this… pit.” He recalled the nightmare, holding her gaze. “These cursed spirits… they were everywhere.”

She sucked in a breath, the story haunting as he basically retold a near death experience.

“I thought I was gonna die.” He told her, his voice shaking.

Moon let her hand drop, grabbing his own palm beside him. She squeezed his comfortingly— assuring him that he was okay. Doing the same as he would for her.

“But you didn’t die, and you’re here now.” She told him, still wondering how he survived.

“Yeah, guess I’m stronger than I thought too.” He whispered, squeezing her hand back.

The two didn’t say anything more, letting the ambience of the wind running through the trees relax them. Moon scooted closer, leaning her head rest on his shoulder. Toji usually would shake her off, this level of affection still unfamiliar, but he couldn’t bring himself to move away. Instead he leaned his head on hers, letting himself appreciate her warmth.

He couldn’t stop the tears from falling as he let his walls down. It was easy to do it around her. He’d rather go back to the pit, than to cry— but he was tired. He also didn’t know when he’d have a moment like this with her again.

Moon felt his body shake, as well as she could hear the occasional sniffle. She didn’t turn to face him though, keeping her head wedged between his cheek and shoulder. She knew he hated to be seen like this. If he needed more from her, he’d let her know. She knew that. Instead she kept to his side, holding his hand still.

If only every moment could be like this, she thought solemnly.

Everything felt manageable when he was around.

(Present…)

The huge wave of relief could not be ignored as she gazed at her exposed back in the mirror. Her lips turned up slightly into one of a weak smile, of the sight of her skin untouched.

Guess there was a positive to losing one of her 9 lives. She thought.

She found joy in discovering that all her wounds, pains and scars, would vanish from her body once a life was lost. To some, the scars would most definitely be more welcoming than the weight of death. But to her, she would do it all over again. Anything to erase the reminders of her past. It was a foolish way to think, but she leaned towards that mindset anyway.

She knew the real scars were the ones she could never heal— the ones that littered her mind. The ones that had permanently poisoned the chemicals within her brain.

Never mind that, don’t think that way. She scolded herself.

Moon would take this small victory, using it to her advantage to push her forward. It had been a long time since she’d woken up and genuinely felt refreshed. Although, she still couldn’t comprehend whether that was caused from the fresh skin of her back in the reflection— or the talk her and Gojo had the night before.

It didn’t matter ultimately, she felt good. She would cling to that.

She got dressed quickly, fixing her hair into a single, long braid. Her hair was nearly reaching her rear, she knew she’d have to cut it soon.

In no time at all, she was meeting with the others on the steps of the school. She gave a couple pasta brushes on her uniform, smoothing down the material before she was spotted trotting down the stairs.

“Morning Moo Moo.” Shoko had greeted from her sitting position.

Moon couldn’t help but smile at the nickname, realizing it had been quite some time since she’d been called that.

“Moo Moo?” Moon asked, her tone playful.

Shoko took a drag of her cigarette before letting it rest between her fingers.

“Yeah I know, been awhile since you’ve heard that huh?” She joked, “You don’t mind it, right?”

Moon couldn’t help the guilt she felt for making her friends feel like they had to tip toe around her. It was her fault for causing the rift between them, and she’d promise herself to quit punishing them.

“Not at all.” She reassured her brunette haired friend.

Shoko smiled and took another hit, another voice joining in on the conversation.

“Ah good, I’ve missed calling you my little Moo Moo.” Gojo practically sung, making his way over to Moon.

“You've never called me that.” She pointed out.

“Well, I just did. And I’ll keep doing it.”

Moon rolled her eyes, but kept a neutral smile on her lips.

“Miss Dair,” A assertive voice called out from behind the group. “A word before you leave.”

Yaga stood at the top of the stairs, arms crossed as he waited for Moon to approach.

She walked her way up the stairs, her smile diminishing with every step she took. She didn’t need to be lectured today.

“Yes, sir?”

“I’m allowing you to go on this mission because I’m trusting you that you’ll be safe.” Yaga stated.

“Allowing me?” Moon whispered, more so to herself but of course Yaga heard.

“I could easily ground you for your recent reckless behavior. But, I know that this mission needs you.”

Moon nodded, deciding to stay silent as he spoke.

“I don’t want to be the person who holds you back from doing what you love the most— saving people.” He told her.

Moon swallowed nervously. Despite her urge to run away from this life at times— it was true that she craved to help and save people. She couldn’t change the way her heart was— even though she wished she could sometimes.

“Just please do me a favor and be careful. This doesn’t need to be the last time I speak with you, understood?” Yaga finished, her voice softer than when he started.

Moon nodded, her own features softening at his gentle words. She didn’t deserve Yaga to care so much about her, but she selfishly appreciated it in the moment.

“Understood. I’ll see you soon sir.” She told him, causing his lips to turn up slightly.

He nodded in agreement and turned away from her, making his way back into the school. Leaving her alone at the top of the stairs.

Before she could allow herself to get lost in her thoughts, she heard footsteps approaching her up the stairs.

“Everything okay Nines?”

She huffed and turned to face the white haired sorcerer.

“Really wish you’d stop calling me that.” She mumbled.

“Everything okay?” He asked again, considerately leaving her nickname out this time.

She gazed up at him, disappointed when she couldn’t see his blue eyes— his glasses covering them completely.

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, his tone indicating that he didn’t believe her for a second.

She thought for a moment.

“Yaga is just pissed at me because of what happened last time I was on a mission,” She told him, her voice low. “Just told me to be careful and whatnot.”

Gojo nodded his head, a spark of appreciation blooming in his chest at her honesty. He was completely expecting her to lie again, dismissing the topic altogether. So he was pleased.

“You know he just cares about you.”

Moon’s face scrunched up for a second, those words triggering her. That tiny part of her brain still and forever would refuse to believe that people could care about her. She also refused to let it control her, so even through the difficulties— she’d try her best to truly understand and accept that fact.

People did care for her.

“I don’t know why, I’m such a pain in the ass.” She joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Moon.” He warned.

“I know, I know… It’s gonna take me awhile until I can fully accept that, y’know?” She explained.

Gojo’s eyes softened behind his glasses, her trusting him enough to voice her vulnerabilities. He didn’t know what to say, and nodded to her instead.

“Like I said… deep down I know but…” She trailed off, “There’s a part of my brain that’s always gonna convince me otherwise. It’s fucking annoying.”

Her grumble made Gojo smirk despite the serious moment. He couldn’t help but find her adorable when she cursed— because it wasn’t often.

“I’m sure it’s irritating, but with time you’ll convince that part of your brain to think differently.”

Moon shrugged, not sure if that was possible— but hoping that it was.

“I hope so.”

“I know so.” He corrected her.

She shook her head, a smirk on her own lips.

“How can you be so sure of basically anything? It’s kinda creepy.” She wondered, her tone playful.

“Why do you sound so surprised? I am thee Satoru Gojo after all.”

“How could I forget with you reminding me every second of the day.” She pointed out.

“Uhh… I wouldn’t say every second. Maybe once a day, sure.” He corrected, making her giggle from his goofiness.

The sound had Gojo’s heart beating a little faster, the soft melody echoing in his ears. The way he wanted to be able to hear that noise all the time, every second of he could. It was beautiful— yet so rarely heard. It killed him inside.

“You two gonna flirt all day? We kinda have a mission to complete?!” Geto shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

Moon immediately rolled her eyes, but she found it hard to be annoyed from the comment. She felt good today, and nothing could ruin that for her.

Meanwhile, Gojo found the comment a little too personal. He had to turn away from Moon, his cheeks feeling hot— he didn’t doubt that they were a little flushed as well.

The two made their way down the stairs, joining with the rest. Shoko said her goodbyes, as she wasn’t needed for this particular mission. From there, the trio began their mission.

Protect the Star Plasma Vessel: a girl named Riko Amanai.

— ending notes. this is more of a shorter chapter, but i promise things will start picking up and they will get longer 🤍 thanks for reading!

[scavengerssuccotash]

How do Clint and Natasha deal with nightmares?

Ohhh the nightmares! The kinds of nightmares that plague are duo pale in comparison to our own. It’s only natural that their fears would manifest in truly frightening ways.

This will not be a happy read unfortunately. :(

Clint’s nightmares before Loki were a walk in the park. Memories of his foster father and the abuse he dealt jolted him from sleep so many times over the years that he’s had to develop a way to catch sleep wherever he could. Cue the power naps. (Thanks Jeremy!) The aftermath of his Pre-Loki nightmares usually meant a change of sheets since he sweat through them and a quick shower. He always keeps a cup of water by his bed too, getting ripped out from his dreams makes him parched. Once him and Natasha started sleeping together his return back to reality was less of a cinder block to the face and more of a pat on the cheek. Literally. While it’s generally advised to not wake a highly trained assassin in the throes of a nightmare, Natasha’s able to dodge the haymaker and bring him back to the present with a firm and quick, “Clint!”

The after-Loki nightmares are Clint’s own personal hell. His imagination, supplemented no doubt by Loki’s promise to have him kill Natasha “slowly, intimately in every way he knows you fear”, is far too powerful for a slap to the cheek to overcome. They had to get creative as a necessity. Even though she wants to touch him when he cries out she can’t. Of the times she did she ended up on her back and Clint woke with his hands on her. Natasha’s usually able to slip out of his holds, but there’s something about the abject pain in his voice that decimates her and overwhelms her better nature. She has to let it play out, and watch on the other side of the room with her face in her hands until Clint fights out of it on his own. She knows he’s awake by the time he falls out of bed and sobs into his hands.

Eventually, through time, patience and a lot of observation they figure out the triggers that induce these nightmares. It’s usually after a particularly difficult mission, one where he makes a mistake or slips up or the ones where he can’t keep her in his line of sight. After those, and afraid that it can trigger a nightmare they prep him with calming teas, long cuddles sessions and even longer assurances that she’s safe (and more importantly safe with him). They switch the bedding together, all soft sheets and even softer pillows. Calming scented candles are lit and weapons are removed from their bed side drawers. Once he’s asleep Nat waits outside the bedroom for a good thirty minutes, if she doesn’t hear Clint thrashing around it’s safe to say that he won’t be having a nightmare that night. On the good days when he wakes without a nightmare they make very gentle very tender love in the morning hours. It’s painfully tender and breaks Clint’s heard every fucking time. (Yeah, Loki really fucked them up both. I wish this was happier but it’s just not. It’s sad and angsty and it makes me incredibly sad. But they still have each other and that somehow makes it easier to bare)

The aftermath of Natasha’s nightmares is scary at the least and downright terrifying at most. Clint’s woken up more than a few times with her hands around his throat. Clint’s forced to get physical, which he hates because unlike on the mats Nat doesn’t pull her punches when she’s in the throes of her nightmares. She goes for the kill and fights like hell. Gradually though much like what they’ve discovered with Clint’s they find the triggers. Strike Team Delta will only take the child trafficking missions if it’s a last resort, the aftermath just takes too much out of the both of them to be fully operational the day after. They tried the teas, they tried meditations but they aren’t that effective long term. Strangely enough white noise seems to help though they don’t know why. Nat alternates between rain and nature documentary. Natasha’s a crier after, completely soaking her pillow with snot and her eyes are puffy and swollen by the time she’s able to calm down. Before Clint she had no one to talk to so she just bottled it up and let it fester. Now though Clint will force her to talk it through and she’s grateful even if they are both dead tired the next morning. Clint’s always comforting too, all hushed warm tones and hair brushing with the occasional dropped kiss to her forehead. They don’t have sex after but he does shower with her in the morning and help braid her hair.

Sleep doesn’t come easily for either of them, but it gets better with time, patience and most importantly with understanding that their nightmares are just their brains working through the trauma. It will pass with due time and as long as they have one another at the end of it they’d gladly sacrifice their sleep schedule in the meantime.

(Hi, yeah that was sad! But hey don’t worry it gets better I promise, now here’s a tissue. Good. Now blow! Good! See all better!)

[mebiselfandi]

Title: Nights Like This

Summary: Neymar gets injured and Leo’s there to comfort him

Pairings: Neymar x Messi, Neymessi

Tags: hurt/comfort, kinda angsty

Quick authors note: Sorry if there’s any typos. English isn’t my first language and I haven’t written anything in half a year. I hope y’all like it though. It’s also my first fanfic ever so please don’t hesitate to comment what you think. Slightly ambiguous relationship so this can also be read as platonic or romantic. Also shout out to @kevjrr for inspiring me to write something 🫶🏾

The night air felt cool on his skin as he sunk down to the edge of the pool. A low hiss escaped his lips as he lowered his aching ankle gently into the water. It buzzed with pain that he felt reverberate through his body, catching his breath in his lungs. Slowly he began to relax as the water lulled the ache to faint whispers of rough tackles and even rougher recoveries.

Neymar had always tried not to give in too much thought to his injuries. Yes they were difficult to overcome but they were also frequent. This lead to him repeatedly pushing the thoughts and fears of never playing again aside to the back of his mind. Preferring rather to focus on getting better and playing as soon as possible. But it was nights like this. When the sun had gone down and the only observer was the watchful eye of the moon. When there were no prying eyes poking and prodding at the mask he so carefully crafted and maintained to fool himself into sanity. Nights like this where he finds himself in a more foreign than usual country that the doubts start to creep in. They come like thieves in the night under the guise of fleeting thoughts he lamely promises he won’t dwell on.

But he does. That’s all he does. The nagging feeling of guilt and shame for allowing himself to be injured again gnaws at the edges of his mind fueled by the slight hum of his swollen ankle. He hunches over as he tries to focus on something else. Anything else. His eyes sting with the heat of frustration as he remembers the events of the previous nights game. One of the opposing players running full speed towards him in his peripheral before sliding into full contact with his legs.

For a second everything seemed to slow down. The roar of the 80,000 screaming voices shoved its way into his ears as he felt the ground being knocked out from under him. The studs of the players boots ground into the already tender flesh of his skin. He had no chance to catch himself as his body slammed into the wet pitch head first and began sliding away from the force of the tackle. The rain made the grass extra slippery and he let out an inaudible scream as he felt every blade of grass carry his body along the pitch.

A tear fell from Neymar’s eye and he watched with disdain as it landed on his thigh right below where he’d pulled up his shorts and slowly trailed down his grass burnt skin and into the pool. He faintly recalled the red card being flashed. Then another as Sergio pushed the perpetrator violently to the ground. It all felt hazier and cloudier the more he thought about it. The pain being so overwhelming he could barely breathe but one thing was clear as day; Leo. His Leo. Soft browns stared into teary pools of swirling greens and pleading browns. Begging to be okay before Neymar could even register what had happened.

“Ney, are you okay? Just focus on me, okay?” Leo’s voice was softer than usual in his ears. Pushing the shouts of the crowd out and instead filling his head with thoughts of him. Leo, Leo, Leo. It would have been relaxing if not for the evident worry and urgency Neymar had become too accustomed and familiar with over the years. He ran his fingers through Neymar’s wet hair as his other hand made work of intertwining their fingers in a tight comforting grip. But for the first time it wasn’t enough. Something was wrong, he could tell. And the look in Leo’s eyes confirmed his suspicions.

Neymar tried to get up. There was still 30 minutes left and they were still drawn 2-2. He had to get up. His mind still crackled with the adrenaline of the game and the heat of the collision with the ground but his body groaned and refused to cooperate with his movements. He couldn’t feel anything but his body felt so alive for all the wrong reasons. Sensing his restlessness and growing panic Leo shushed him and placed the hand that he been running through Neymar’s hair to his chest pushing him back down. It felt heavy on his skin the warmth being the only thing keeping his thundering heart from escaping his body and staying on the pitch where it belonged.

He vaguely remembered the medics arriving after Kylian had shouted for them before being lifted onto the stretcher and being carried off the pitch. His hand tingled as it slipped out of Leos. It itched with the memory of Leo’s warm fingers rubbing small, slightly rough patterns into it before he blacked out.

Neymar wished he’d stop replaying the incident as he closed his eyes feeling another tear fall right next to where the other one did. He turned his face to the moon as his lip began to quiver with emotion. He could feel himself being dragged under the fullness of his emotions. He was tired of fighting them and he let himself be consumed. Consumed by the expectations, the guilt, the fear and every other feeling he tried to bury. All the feelings he so neatly folded and placed in the recesses of his mind came surging forwards. They spilled out in waves that cascaded freely down his cheeks and quiet whimpers only the moon held privy to. The weight of all the injuries he tried to convince himself he could overcome single-handedly sat of his heart weighing it down in his chest. And in that moment as his arms blindly prodded and rubbed at his bare chest he thought of Leo. He hadn’t seen him since his hand had slipped out of his grasp and Neymar found himself yearning for that hand to warm him up as he clawed angrily at his reddening, aching chest.

“Ney?” He heard faintly from inside his house. His heart soared and plummeted at the same time. No he must have been losing his mind in his state of delirium. But there it was again. “Ney?” Still soft but slightly louder. Neymar was happy that Leo was here truly but he couldn’t let him see him like this. He opened his eyes and splashed some of the pool water on his face as he heard the soft steps of Leo’s shoes. He bit back any sobs that threatened to rise and waited with baited breath as Leo finally emerged from the back door.

“Hey,” Leo sighed softly, a slight smile on his lips.

And maybe it was the look in his soft eyes or maybe the way the moonlight bounced of the skin of his face and arms making him appear more beautiful than usual but suddenly Neymar couldn’t take it anymore. Once again soft browns looked back into stormy eyes of pleading greens and swirling browns before a single choked sob escaped Neymar’s mouth. He looked away from Leo and closed his eyes as his arms came to wrap around himself. His body trembled and shook as fast feet sped to his side. Kneeling next to him, Leo gathered Neymar up in his arms. The heat from his body and his strong arms warmed Neymar’s shivering body. He was tense, still huddled in on himself refusing to face Leo or open his eyes.

“Why are you here?” He manages to croak out of his hoarse throat.

Leo stayed silent.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Neymar whispers.

“Why not?” Leo questions back in a matching whisper. He tries rubbing his bare torso in an attempt to warm him up but Neymar still stayed tense and on edge.

“I can’t let you see me like this,” he mumbles back barely audible against the sound of the slow chirping crickets, “so unhappy. I don’t want you to think I can’t handle a simple injury.” He adds hesitantly under a low breath. But it isn’t simple. Not this time. They both know it.

Leo’s heart ached. Seeing his Ney who shone brighter than the sun now sound so vulnerable and small in the pale glow of the moonlight made his chest feel lead lined and heavy. He looked at the shaking man in his arms and ran a hand down the column of his spine feeling each protruding ridge before running his hand back up the bruised skin of his ribs and resting his hand on his shoulder.

“Ney look at me,” he pleaded gently, just like he had on the pitch. Neymar turned to face him but his eyes remained closed. Leo pressed a kiss into his hair before speaking into it. “You feel this?” He asked as he gently peeled one of Neymar’s protective arms from his lithe frame before bringing the hand up to his lips and placing a gentle kiss to the tips of his fingers then placing the hand on his chest. Right above his heart. It thrummed steady and strong under the gentle weight of Neymar’s touch. “It beats just like yours. With every victory, every loss. Every happy moment and every tear shed. You share your joy so freely yet you guard your tears but you shouldn’t have to. You’re human, I don’t expect you to be happy all the time.” He paused momentarily as he covered Neymar’s hand with his own. “What that player did to you was inexcusable and you shouldn’t feel like you have to hold back your sorrow from me. You’ve been so strong all these years and I wouldn’t think any less of you for being unhappy after everything. So please don’t be scared of me. It’s just me. Just Leo.”

Neymar blinked open bleary eyes that seemed more brown than green and looked up into Leo’s eyes that gazed back full of love and understanding. He couldn’t help it even if he wanted to as he melted into Leo’s arms burying his face into his neck. He focused on his low whispers of “I got you” and his gentle ministrations on his skin and just Leo. Heavy sobs and even heavier tears escaped his eyes and glided over his cold nipped cheeks as he wrapped the arm that wasn’t on Leo’s chest around Leo’s waist. He cried all his guilt and anger out as he let Leo press him closer into his body and allowed his hand to be trapped between their two hearts.

Leo pressed soft kisses on his neck and face and held him tighter as his sobs quieted and his tears subsided. Leo’s knees began to ache in this kneeling position but it didn’t matter as he heard his Ney relax into occasional slow, shuddering breaths. He began to pull away to get a better look at him but stopped as he felt the hand over his heart grip tightly into the fabric of his shirt.

“Please…don’t go,” Neymar muttered doubtfully as he waited in fear for Leo to stand up and brush him off but instead he pulled him closer to his chest and shifted Neymar on top of him as he lay down next to the pool.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered soothingly into Neymar’s ear as he wrapped his hoodie around Neymar’s exposed half.

And as they lay there under the silver glow of the moonlight, they were just Leo and Ney. His Leo and his Ney; two hearts beating in tandem.

[roosterbox]

October Almost-Drabbles 10/11: Haunted

Pairing(s): Cherik (one-sided), Charles/Moira (implied)

Word Count: 686

Additional tags: modern AU, ghost!erik, cockblock!erik, jealous!erik, pining, angst, and they were roommates

Side note: finally something other than straight fluff, lmao. I swear I originally intended this to be slightly more comedic than angsty. But Erik said “No, I must pine,” and who am I to deny him? Also, the Cherik might not be completely one-sided, but Charles is a bit too angry and frustrated to deal with any other feelings, in this little fic at least.

———

“You didn’t have to do that.”

Charles, soaked through to the bone, glared at the apparition sitting at his table. The being didn’t look at him. Rather, they kept their focus on the kitchen sink currently gushing water out into the apartment floor. Gradually, the flow stopped.

“She wasn’t right for you,” Erik said. His ghostly voice was aloof, as if he couldn’t care less about Moira’s ruined outfit, or the money Charles would likely have to spend on repairs. He still wouldn’t meet Charles’ gaze, however.

“And you feel as if you have a say in the matter because…?”

The spirit didn’t answer. Charles wasn’t surprised. Just this once, he thought that bringing a date home might have gone alright. That they could have a nice meal, a fun evening, maybe even a nice second romp in the morning, before parting ways.

He should have known better.

“Look, Erik,” Charles let out a sigh, sitting down across from the figure that had once been a living man. He did his best to ignore the wet squelch of his pants and boxers as he sat. His next stop should definitely be his bedroom though, preferably before he started to chafe. “I already promised that I wouldn’t have you exorcised, or force you out. I said it, I meant it, and I don’t go back on my word. But-” the other man finally looked at him, and Charles again found himself wondering what color his eyes had been, when he was alive. “-but we’re roommates, essentially. Nothing more. I’ve got a life that needs living.” At Erik’s scowl, he added a quick, “no offense intended, of course.”

“She wasn’t right for you,” Erik repeated, a bit softer this time. Charles rolled his eyes. He’d begun shivering slightly, the cold Autumn air bleeding through the thin walls of his (their) apartment. He made a mental note to text Moira and make sure that she, similarly soaked as he, was safe and warm at home. For now, though, he rose up.

“I’m going to bed,” he said, voice flat. “Just as soon as I grab a few towels to…” he trailed off, watching the water recede, pool together, and evaporate in record time. Even the broken sink seemed to repair itself before his eyes. In any other circumstance, this would have been a shocking thing to witness. But after a year of living with a being such as Erik, almost nothing surprised him these days.

“Your clothes,” the ghost said, more apologetic than Charles expected.

“Never mind them. I’ll throw them in the wash.” He waved his hand dismissively, considering their conversation finished. “Good night, Erik.” An ironic sentiment, considering his evening after coming home had been anything but. He retreated to his bedroom, wet socks leaving a trail of footprints behind him, before closing the door, hard, behind him. A full stop on the end of an unspoken sentence. After a moment, the footprints evaporated too.

“Good night, Charles,” Erik said to the empty apartment kitchen. Now, alone again, it was his turn to sigh. To tuck his head into ghostly hands and wish, not for the first time nor the last, that the space in his chest where a heart may have resided didn’t clench so painfully any time he thought of himself without Charles. It wasn’t fair. He knew that. But at the same time…

He stood, in as much as an incorporeal being can, and made his way over to the closed door. Charles was showering. He could always tell where Charles was in this place, though he made sure never to peep or spy. And even now, while he could easily phase right through the wooden door, he only pressed a hand against it. Feeling the warm spirit radiating from the other man inside.

“Good night, Charles,” he said again, whispering as if he thought the other man might have heard him through the bedroom door and the en-suite. Other words burned in his stomach, but he knew there was really nothing more to say. Nothing that Charles would want to hear, at least.

[phantomdecibel]

Calling my boy Shrodinger the way he’s dead and alive at the same time.

Okay SO. Obviously, he starts out as a soldier puppet, and he just does the regular things. Shoots the enemies, and mends the allies when possible. Marching ever through the black orders fly retreat attack and all that.

And then one day, he has a thought. Or, I suppose at this point in time, it. It’s not anything big or monumental, just an empty void suddenly having the impulse to eat berries. It doesn’t need to. It shouldn’t want to.

It eats the berries. It LIKES eating the berries. It doesn’t share its knowledge, and it doesn’t care to, but it now is conscious enough to know that it likes eating the berries. It’s conscious enough to make the decision to.

It’s the first of many moments of ideas in its head. Suddenly, it may feel fear. Just the vague knowledge that, when hit by an enemy, it will never get up, and never eat berries again, is enough to be scared. It has no greater concept of death than that but it doesn’t need to.

So, it starts to avoid the war grounds, try to run away from them, and it starts wandering around. It’s treated poorly sometimes, seen as a bad omen. Sometimes people find it creepy for its lack of emotion. It doesn’t really care. On the rare occasion, someone will think to feed it.

And so, it goes on like this. At some point in time, they become sentient enough to realize what had happened. To realize why people treat it in the way they do. To realize why they acted in a way that now, with knowledge of death and compassion, seems so alien to them.

And it. Knows. Rage.

This is kind of like their angsty teen phase. They’re angry, they start using pronouns that are made for people. Really she just starts rebelling in every way she can. She wears the strings that used to bind her around her neck like a promise to one day find whoever was responsible and slit their neck.

The problem is, he doesn’t actually know who is responsible for what happened. They’re intelligent, capable of complex thoughts, but they’re still rather… detached, still a bit hazy in what they’re capable of thinking about.

So, with no outlet to the rage they feel, they just start pointing it at whoever. They want others to know helplessness and violence like that which they’ve seen, suffer as they have. They want others to know what it was like on a battle field where you are nothing, and your allies are nothing, and all you know is death.

And so it goes on like this. He does a lot of really horrible stuff. Catches the attention of one god or other, it doesn’t really matter, and helps further their power. She doesn’t care, just wants to see people suffer at the hands of a creature more powerful than them.

And then, they come across a child. It is not a novel sight. But it is. They’ve gained a lot of sentience, and before they couldn’t understand why anyone took care of these.. things. They were just smaller adults.

She could relate to them, relate to being treated as less than, relate to struggling to understand the world around them, but he couldn’t understand what made others protective of them.

And yet this time around, it clicks. Some semblance of humanity, some millennia old instinct to keep it safe.

And it’s the first step of many to reconsidering their little war path. First step of many to severing their connection with their god. First step of many to overcoming their grief.

First step into experiencing an actual connection.

After that, it’s mostly cut and dry. Learning to be less violent, learning to try and be better instead of making others worse, and trying to escape their soldier-esque mindset of enemies being everywhere.

It’s why they start wearing pink and purple, the opposite of the camouflage green and godlike yellow.

Honestly, I’ve not really thunk it through though, and I’ll probably end up changing a lot since currently it’s a lot… edgier than intended.? In execution, I’ll probably make it a bit softer and more melancholy since that’s usually how I prefer my characters.

AFGDJGHDMBBKUGJGJKFIJKYRETRYGIJOUTTDHCUFTETUFIGTSFHJBUGDTYFHJFYUVIBUGYFIHOHVUTDERRWFYUGCHJVJGGFHVH OH HELL YEAH THATS FUCKING GREAT love them <3–

Really love the way she starts gaining consciousness? Its something so small! He just… found some berries and ate them and oh no now where are we–

Tell him that half of what created him is dead at least 🥺

…..also.

I am. listening to gp v tmk rn lmfao–

[laughterfixs]

OKAY

@madcatdaderpydrawer-blog I did not go all out and uh…this still ended up longer than I thought it would OwO;

Warning; VERY self indulgent and using quite a bit of my ocs cuz cringe culture is dead so meh lol

Very angsty and a bit dark so read with caution

Do Not Mess With the Affairs of the Dragon

The great dragon dog stared at Vanny with cold eyes. Her fur stood on end as the rabbit only seemed to stare back as if trying not to react to the fact that there was very clearly a giant dragon and a very angry one at that.

“How dare you…HOW DARE YOU!!” Ana suddenly roared out, her throat glowing with the intent to use a breath attack.

“You tortured him, you put him through so much pain! You broke his mind and pushed him to break his body! You ruined the relationships he had! YOU ARE THE REASON I DESPISE HUMANITY AND BECAME THE CREATURE I AM TODAY!!”

The closer Ana’s paws stepped toward her, the more Vanny backed away, unsure what to even make of the situation.

“...You’re getting awful worked up over a robot don’t you think?”

Another loud roar, one that shook the tall ceilings above and the vents within, enough to make the Mini Music men cower.

“YOU THINK JUST BECAUSE THEY DON’T HAVE SKIN THAT CANNOT FEEL?! YOU ARE A FOOL! I WILL SHOW YOU THE ERROR OF YOUR WAYS WYRM! I AM WRATH! I AM VENGEANCE!”

The angry dragon hound went to attack, running at full speed with maw open and sparks of electricity crackling from the back of her throat. Sun rushed in to see Moon’s angry and not so imaginary friend.

“ANA DON’T-”

There was no time for reaction…especially not when another large beast tackled the hybrid to the ground.

Another dragon, dressed in lavender scales and rainbows decorating her horns, tail and frills. The fish tip swayed as the purple dragon struggled to keep Ana still.

“LET ME GO! I HAVE TO AVENGE MOONDROP!”

“You have broken enough laws Ana! If you care about Moon and the others from this world, you’ll allow us to help!”

That caused Ana to freeze, she stared up at the other dragon with sorrow in her teal eyes.

“..Okay..”

“Thank you..”

Vanny had tried to take this chance to run, but she was immediately stopped by a large black and grey wolf that blocked her way and snarled at her.

“You will stay right where you are! By order of the Prince of Darkness himself, I have been sent to judge and collect your soul, should I find you guilty of sin! Vanny, you have gained the attention of the shadow wolves! You should choose your next steps very carefully…”

The other intruding dragon turned to Sundrop then, she had walked closer, causing the daycare attendant to stumble back in fear and fall on his behind.

“Fear not, dear. I am here to help. However, I have…rules to follow. I cannot do anything without the…rulers of these walls.” She smiled gently at Sun. “Would you happen to be one of them?”

“R-ruler?” Sun stammered, blinking wide eyes at the dragoness before him. “I-I never ruled over anything! I’m just the daycare attendant!”

The purple dragon tilted her head. “Do you watch over it alone?”

“...W-well with-with my brother but he’s…”

He flinched, feeling a scaly snout gently touch his forehead.

“We will help your brother…I promise. But I need you to help me first, as you run the daycare, you are considered a ruler. Therefore, you can help me bypass these laws in order for us to help you. Is there anyone else in charge?”

Sun relaxed a bit. She was a lot softer than Ana seemed…more motherly.

“There’s…Freddy”

As if on cue, Freddy walked into the area with Gregory in his hold. They too were shocked by the scene before them. The two dragons and the hound keeping Vanny from escaping.

“You are Freddy?” inquired the purple dragoness. The bear nodded, speechless at what was before him. Gregory stared wide eyed, here he thought dragons only existed in stories.

“I am Najada. Queen of the Dragon Kingdom, daughter of Lord Solstice and Lady Sapphire…we have been summoned to help your world by our fellow dragon Ana Ludraco. We cannot do so without permission from the current rulers of the realm. Please state thine name and thine business.”

“I..” The bear cleared his non existent throat. This was so unreal. “I am…Freddy Fazbear, singer of the Glamrock Band.”

Najada nodded in greeting, and she turned her head to Sundrop.

“Please state thine name and thine business.”

“I um…I’m Sun…and I am the daytime daycare attendant.” Sun’s eyes shifted and he puffed out his chest. “My brother is moon, the night time attendant!” He wasn’t sure it mattered, but she did want the name of the rulers…

Najada gave him a smile and another nod.

“This Vanny is accused of causing much harm and performing many crimes. Do you agree?”

Freddy nodded. “Yes, she has been chasing Gregory all night. We also have reason to believe..she is behind the many disappearances of other young children as well as tampering with my friends..”

“And Moon!”

Najada’s ears twitched, she seemed to understand why Ana hated this rabbit so much..Speaking of, she turned to the dragon dog.

“Speak thine claims”

Ana looked at Najada, she had no anger on her face, she was simply being a queen. Ana took a breath.

“She has broken Moon’s mind and wellbeing…she pushed him to madness and to self hatred…he began to push away the ones that matter most all because of her…she is guilty beyond all comparison….” She took another breath and bowed her head. “Your majesty…”

Najada looked at the wolf. “Marie, are these claims true? Does the party deserve a fair trial?”

A snort came from the wolf. “Your majesty, with all due respect…they are a sinner through and through. I think allowing her to speak would only bring forth lies…as if she hasn’t already committed that sin”

Again, Najada gave a nod. She looked at Freddy and Sun.

“As the current rules of the land, we require your permission to deal accordingly with the guilty party. Do we have it?”

“Yes!” Sun piped without a moment of hesitation. This dragon would probably not be nearly as harsh as Ana was…right?

Freddy looked between Gregory, then to Vanny being shoved into a corner by the hound called Marie. He nodded his head then…Gregory was his only concern at the moment.

“You have my permission..”

Najada nodded, she looked at Marie. “Tis in your paws now, shadow of hell..”

Marie stood tall and proud, glaring at Vanny.

“Your sins and crimes have been recognized! You have a special place in hell, Vanny! I will make sure of it!” She barked and tilted her head to howl loudly, causing all but Ana and Najada to flinch at the sound. It was haunting..in a mesmerizing way. Like hearing singing in the middle of the night when you’re all alone.

Shadows formed around the wolf, turning into tendrils that wrapped around the now horrified rabbit’s body. Behind Marie was the shadow of a wolf with glowing icy blue green eyes that narrowed as it watched Vanny struggle while she was pulled into the ground beneath her into a pool of darkness.

Horrified themselves, Sun’s rays shrunk back and Gregory hid his face against Freddy.

Najada gave a satisfied hum as the last of Vanny’s screams and threatening of the three faded away.

“She will never harm you again…she will be punished accordingly for all she has done among the living.”

“Among the living? You mean you…” Sun hesitated to finish. Did they really just kill her?

“Hell is for people who have caused so much harm to others, dear.” Najada frowned. “Tis Marie’s job to collect those souls.”

“She deserves it…” Gregory muttered. Ana huffed in agreement, turning to Najada.

“And….Moon?”

The rainbow dragon hummed again. “Yes…I will need to be taken to him..so we may see the damage and come to a conclusion on how to help him..”

[eternal-silvertongued-prince]

Snape x reader one shot idea. Where they're having an argument and snape goes to far, then tries to make it up to reader. Super angsty and fluff 🤷‍♀️

Title: Words Cut Deep

Pairing: Professor!Snape x Professor!Reader (GN)

Genre: Angst with fluffy ending

Rating: T (see warnings)

Warnings: language, use of offensive/vulgar names, cursing, angst

Word Count: 4.5k+

A/N: My life and coursework are finally settling down where I can get through my requests. I promise I am not ignoring any of them that were sent in! This is the first-ever fic I am posting publicly, so I hope you enjoy it. English is my second language, so I apologise for any possible grammatical mistakes or errors. Feel free to suggest any possible edits or ways I can improve my writing as my background is in writing research papers, so storytelling is a lot more difficult for me. I already caught myself writing characters and movements like a calculated paper rather than a story with emotion, so I am working to improve that. Regardless of all that, I hope you enjoy :) (I made some changes to make the reader GN, let me know if I missed any please!)

P.S. I know you were probably looking for yelling but I wrote this kinda how me and my bf fight. I was always more a "silence is deadly" kind of fighter lol

It was just one of those days you kept telling yourself.

Dating Severus was not a walk in the park and you knew that when you first got into this relationship. Heck, he had even warned you that things were going to be difficult more times than not. However, none of that persuaded you otherwise. You had seen the softer sides of him. The man who laid beneath the sneers and blanket of sarcasm. You knew he had it in him to be kind and warm, but today he was really trying to test that theory.

The day had started off normal enough. You had awoken in Sev’s chambers curled up under the silk sheets that draped over the two of you. As you laid in his arms you turned to look at your watch on the nightstand to realise the alarm that was set last night never rung and were now running late for breakfast. You shook him awake and informed him of the time which then catapulted him out of bed to quickly change. Muttering curses here and there as you both readied to leave, he did not even bother to say a “good morning” to you. Granted you understood that both of you were pressed for time, so you let it slide.

When you both arrived at the main hall the only two seats left were apart from one another. You looked at Severus as he sneered at his options. Before you could speak up he stepped forward and claimed the seat between Minerva and Poppy leaving you to sit between Remus and Filius. You frowned as you took your seat not bothering to hide your dismay from your co-workers. He had dismissed you again! With not even a look your way. Had you done something to upset him? You wondered as you plated some cut-up fruit into a bowl and poured yourself a cuppa tea to hopefully calm your running mind.

“Are you alright Y/N?”

You turned your head to your left to see Filius speak between bites of his toast.

“Yes, I am. Why do you ask?”

“You seem rather down there, love.” Your head whips to your right to see Remus looking at you with worry written across his face.

“Is it that obvious?”

They both nodded their heads and you sighed. Crossing your arms, you drop your head down onto the table. You heard a shuffle coming from your left and assumed Filius resumed eating to try and give you some privacy. Remus on the other hand decided to lay a comforting hand on your shoulder. You turned your head to look at him exposing the tears that were threatening to spill. The concern he felt before grew as he took in your expression. “Would you like to go somewhere to talk?”

You nodded not trusting yourself to speak without your voice cracking. He stood up from his seat and you followed. “Is my office okay? I have a class at 9.” You nodded again and let Remus guide you out of the hall with his hand on the small of your back. You could always count on Remus. He was a great friend to you and you enjoyed your time together whenever you guys did get a chance to hang out. Now, you were just very thankful to have a friend to talk about how you felt and to get a second person’s opinion of the situation. As you left, you were too busy looking up to hold your tears at bay that you did not look towards the other end of the table where your boyfriend sat watching the scene unfold in front of him. If you had, you might have seen the way his jaw was clenched as he held his fork so tightly his knuckles turned white.

As you stepped through the door of Remus’ office, you finally let some tears fall. Remus ushered you to the armchair in front of his desk and went to put on a kettle. As he waited for the water to boil he leaned against his desk and extended his hand out. In his palm held a familiar foil-wrapped treat. “Eat this. You’ll feel better.”

You couldn’t stop the smile that broke through as you took the piece of chocolate from his hand. “Is chocolate always your solution to things?”

He let out a laugh and moved to prepare your tea just how you like it. “You cannot deny that it works in solving most problems.”

At the mention of problems, the frown surfaced onto your face again as you remembered the whole reason you were here in the first place.

“Do you know if I did anything to bother or anger Sev?”

Remus looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “No, I don’t know of anything. If you have, he certainly would not confide in me. But I am sure you haven’t. Did he say something to you?”

“No, he hasn’t,” you sighed, “but that’s part of the problem. Ever since we have woken up he has ignored me. He has not spoken a singular word to me all morning and seems more irked than normal.”

“Then a student or something else has him in a bad mood. I am sure by the end of the day he’ll be just the normal amount of annoyed”, Remus joked.

That got another smile out of you. You thanked him for the tea and his time before leaving his office, so he could prepare for his class while you returned to yours to get some grading in before you had to teach in the afternoon.

Remus was wrong. Severus was even more furious with the world it seemed. All day you heard students in the halls whisper and gossip about how ‘Professor Snape’ was more unfair and irritated than normal. You chewed on your lower lip as your last class of the day was dismissed. Clearing up the papers on your desk before locking your classroom, you made your way to the great hall for supper. Praying that the students were just being overdramatic about your boyfriend, you stepped through the door only to be greeted by the sight of everyone but the man you were thinking of. You took a seat next to Minerva thinking that Sev was just running a little behind, but as the food was served and everyone began to dig in, you knew that he was not going to show.

“Minerva, do you know where Severus is?”

“Afraid not dear. I was about to ask you the same question.”

You sighed and propped your head against your fist.

“Is everything alright? He was rather testy this morning”, Minerva asked as she refilled her goblet.

“I honestly don’t know. He seemed rather grumpy since we’ve awoken but he has not spoken one word to me and I am starting to get concerned.”

“He was complaining the other day of students being an extra handful with exams coming up. Maybe that is what has him in a fouler mood than normal?”

I pondered her response. It was a reasonable conclusion and one that made the most sense. Severus hated exam time the most. “That could be it then. I suppose I should bring him supper, or he’ll be even more cranky with an empty stomach.”

Minerva chuckled her agreement. You quickly finished your plate before grabbing a few things you know he would like and wrapping them up. You bid Minerva and the other professors a good night before making the trek to the dungeons. When you reach his classroom, you bring your knuckles to the door and rap them against the wood. You wait to hear his “come in” before pushing it open.

Severus makes no move to look at who dared intrude on his time. “What do you want?”, he snapped.

Okay, so he was still angry.

“I thought I’d bring you something to eat so you don’t properly starve.”

Walking up to him, I try to make eye contact as I place the food in front of him. Not even batting an eye at me, he continues to mark papers. I look at him incredulously, the only sound being the scratch of the pen’s nib against the parchment.

“Talk to me Sev. I know that something is wrong, and I can’t help if you don’t talk to me. I’ve missed you all day.”

He slams his quill down onto his desk hard enough causing you to jump at the sound. Your spine stiffened as he stood with such ferocity that his chair almost toppled over.

He finally turns to look me in the eye. “Shouldn’t you be off somewhere with Lupin instead of bothering me?”

Your mouth opened to speak but no words could come out. You were stunned into silence. Taking your silence as an omission of guilt from being caught, he leaned in closer, his height making you shrink into yourself.

“Tell me Y/N, do you pride yourself in being able to fool me into thinking you actually cared for me? That our relationship was nothing more than a clever ploy to trick me and break my heart?”

His words felt like venom as they passed through his clenched teeth. Your tongue finally became unstuck from the roof of your mouth, but the lump in your throat still obscured your voice as your sentence came out mangled and meek sounding. “What do you mean?”

“What do I mean?” He scoffs his disbelief but decides to humour you and play along. “I don’t give you attention for a few hours, so you immediately seek it from the first man that is willing to give you the time of day like a whore.”

By the time he is done talking the bay of tears have finally broken. The tears don’t stop as you try to hold back the sobs. You feel as if your heart was physically broken. The air inside your lungs seizes to exist and you feel as if you were choking with every breath. Looking at your face, Severus' eyes softened a touch, but his resolve was ever-present. His mouth still in a sneer moved to say something else, but before he could, you cut him off. Your words came out hurried and jumbled, gasping with each inhale as you cried, but what you were saying was clear as day.

“I was asking R-Remus if I had done something to…to make you mad at me! He was comforting me after… after I-I was clearly upset having been ignored the whole damn morning!”

His sneer fell away and was replaced with a frown. The furrow between his eyebrows softened and he moved to take a step closer to you, which you only responded with a step away.

Immediately feeling remorse for the words he just spat at you, he contemplated for a moment before opening his mouth this time. “I am sorry Y/N.”

Through broken sobs, “I have told you countless times that I hold no romantic feelings for Remus and that he is only a friend. I have told you time and time again that you are the only one I want to be with. I have done everything, absolutely everything, to make you believe that you are it for me, but apparently that isn’t enough, and I can’t do this anymore. I can see myself spending a lifetime with you Severus, but I do not deserve any of what happened today or any of the other times your temper has gotten the better of you. I’ve forgiven you time and time again, but this time was the straw that broke the camel’s back.” By the end of your speech your breathing had calmed significantly, and your words came out with better ease, but the tears did not cease, “Words cut deep Severus. And this time, they cut a little too deep. A simple sorry just isn’t going to be enough anymore.” With that, you ran out of the room wanting to get as far away from the man as possible.

You needed to go somewhere, anywhere, that didn’t feel suffocating. That’s how you found yourself by the Black Lake with only the rays of the moon to accompany you.

The fresh air surrounding helped soothe your breathing and calm you, but your mind and heart were still in turmoil. You sat quietly thinking about the severity of what you said. You had done nothing wrong and did not regret your words at all. Still, it did not mean that you felt for the man any less. You do not blame the man for the insecurities that he holds, however, you certainly did not deserve a man to belittle you for trying to talk it through.

The darkness that first cloaked the sky began to slowly dissipate as the sun began to rise on the horizon. It was only then that you realised how long you must have been sitting out here. You contemplated getting up and taking a much-needed warm bath before your classes began but before you could make your decision and move, Remus came into your line of sight. “How did you know where I was?”

“Severus came to me and asked me to check up on you.” Remus took a seat on the patch of grass beside you that began to collect morning dew. He paused for a second to see if you had anything to say, but when you kept quiet, he continued. “He’s worried about you Y/N.”

At the mention of your boyfriend’s (ex-boyfriend’s?) name you felt the pressure behind your eyes again, so you blinked your eyes a few times and turned to look out into the distance. You were done crying.

“Did he tell you what happened?” The sun’s hues began to cast a warm light over you replacing the cold chill of the night with a soft heat.

He shook his head, “No. He did tell me that he has royally messed up though and it was entirely his fault. I would have disagreed with him, but after knowing him all these years I am inclined to agree.” You felt the fabric of his cardigan over you as he draped it over your shoulders. You gave him a small thank you before slipping your arms through the sleeves to better wear it. Giving his best Minerva impression, “So, what did the babbling bumbling baboon do?”

For the first time that night, you let out a genuine laugh. Remus smiled in return, but it was soon replaced with a grimace. “Please don’t tell her I impersonated her. She may no longer be my head of house, but I am still deathly terrified of that woman.” Your laugh settled into a soft grin, “It’ll be our secret. Mainly because, as much as I love her, she terrifies me just as considerably.”

The two of you settled into a peaceful silence again as you considered how much you wanted to tell your friend.

“Apparently he thought you and I were having relations behind his back… again. This time he decided to call me some choice words that I need no repeating, but it had hurt me deeply. When I had explained that I was upset thinking I had angered him, and you were just comforting me, he tried to apologise, but the damage was already done by then.”

Remus paused briefly to digest what you had just said. “May I give you my honest opinion?”

“Of course you can Remus. You know I appreciate it.”

“I don’t know what Severus said to you, but a few names come to mind, none of which are pleasant. You deserve nothing but admiration. I support how you carried yourself and walked away from the situation. You had every right to be angry and should accept nothing less than him begging for mercy.” He thought about his next words carefully, “However, I can’t help to put myself in his shoes and see how he might have felt. Don’t get me wrong, it does not excuse all the atrocious things he said and did, but if I were him I wouldn’t be happy either seeing one of my childhood bullies become so close to the woman I feel strongly for.”

He picked at the grass by his legs before releasing a sigh. “My friends were not the nicest to Severus and I certainly did not help by just standing there and doing nothing. I’m not saying you should forgive him easily, but I think you should hear him out.”

“I’m going to give him a chance to at least explain himself. I’m just hurt right now and need a little space.”

Pushing himself up to stand, he brushed off the stray blades of grass and dirt before outstretching his hand to you, “You take as much time as you need. Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m famished.”

You grab onto his hand and let him hoist you onto your feet, “When are you not?”

“Touché”

It has been two days since your fight with Severus. You’ve tried your hardest to avoid bumping into him, which in honesty, wasn’t that hard since your classroom was closer to the Ravenclaw towers. You’ve even gone through the lengths of taking your meals in your office to avoid seeing him in the great hall. The past two nights were awfully lonely without having his arms wrapped around you as you slept. Remus had also informed you that Severus was asking him about how you were doing. Your heart was aching to see him again, but your mind was determined to make the man suffer just a little longer.

As you finished dinner, you thanked the elf that took your dirty dishes away while you tidied your desk to leave. You extinguished the candles and made the way back to your chambers for another lonely night. On the walk to your quarters, you made the decision to try and find Severus tomorrow to see if he was ready to talk, but your thoughts were cut short as you rounded the corner. In front of your door, sitting on the floor of the darkened passageway, was the man in question. He had his head tucked in between his knees and you were filled with concern as normally he was hyperaware of the slightest sound and movement.

“Severus.”

His head shot up immediately at your voice and the first thing you noticed was the dark circles that plagued his face. The eyes that you loved getting lost in appeared dim and the creases from the frown set in his skin seemed more prominent than they have been in a while. He scrambled to stand as you stopped just short of him.

“I am sorry for just showing up here at your door. I know I should give you more space, but I have been beside myself having you think that those words I horribly spewed to you were what I perceive you to be when they are the furthest from the truth.” As you stared at him while he talked, tears were growing along his waterline. You tried your best to keep your emotions in check. You had missed him dearly, but you were determined to not give in as easily as you had in the past.

“Sev– “

He cuts you off, “Please let me finish before you speak, I beg of you.” Biting the inside of your cheek, you give him a small nod.

“Not seeing you these past few days has been awful. Not being able to talk to you, ask you about your day, or have you close to me is something I wish to never experience again. I have not gotten a wink of sleep without you in my arms but whatever I feel must be a hundred times worse for you because I, the person that is supposed to care and cherish you, made you feel like you were nothing to me. I am so in the wrong darling because, the truth is, you are absolutely everything to me and should never have said otherwise. Since the day I meet you, you have bewitched me –body, mind, and soul.”

He spoke with such fervour as his hands fidgeted with the seam of his cloak. You didn’t dare to interrupt him as he said his piece.

“I am so fucking sorry for what I have said and done, my love. I know that means nothing to you now, but I cannot find any other words to express how much I profoundly and truly wish I could take back everything that happened that day. I cannot but I am owning up to it. It was wrong of me to ignore you all day just because I had woken up grumpy and so wrong of me to call you those names. I projected my own insecurities and fears onto you and while they are things that will not go away soon, you have done your best to help calm those thoughts down. I need to work more on channelling those feelings myself as I cannot solely rely on you to calm my inner demons.”

Severus dropped the cloak from his fingertips to hesitantly grab your hands, “I know that doesn’t excuse the things I have said and done but I utterly regret everything. I do not deserve your forgiveness, but I hope for another chance to make this right to you. I am unworthy of your affection, but I am selfish enough to beg you to allow me another chance to show you how remorseful I feel. I have let my anger get the better of me in the past and I cannot lie and say that it won’t come up again in the future. But I can promise you that I will never treat you how I did that night. You had every right to walk away and you have every right to never want to see me again, but I want— need you to understand how serious I am about fixing myself to be the better man you deserve. Ever since we’ve gotten together we have not gone a singular day without at least hearing from one another. So, when I did not see you at all since that dreadful night, my heart ached longingly to be with you again.”

He paused, and you figured he was done, but at this moment Severus was trying to gauge how you were feeling. You displayed no emotions and that might have hurt him more than anything. You stayed quiet giving him another minute to say something else all the while he was wishing that you’d yell at him. Scream profanities, call him names, anything.

An overbearing weight sat on top of him suddenly. It felt as if his legs could no longer hold him up, so he dropped to his knees, still grasping onto your hands as if they were the last vestiges of you he had left. Head bowed, his ebony locks fell in front of his face but not before you caught a glimpse of the river of tears running down his pale skin.

“I know I’ve probably lost you and the blame is all on me for that. But before you shun me from your life forever, I want to take what is probably the last opportunity to tell you how much you have already changed me for the better. With you, I am a better man, someone I am proud to be. You have shown me what it is like to be cared for and be of someone’s importance. I am grateful for the chance you took on me and I am sorry I disappointed you. The woman who means the world to me. The women whom I love dearly– “

The hands which laid limp in his hands quickly tensed and reciprocated the touch at the unexpected words.

“You love me?” The words left your mouth cutting him off before you could even think about what you were saying. Severus’ head shot up at your question. Mirroring his pose and dropping on your knees as well, you repeated yourself a little more loudly this time. His hands tightened around yours again and a face you can deem as determined fell upon his.

“Of course I love you Y/N. I find it impossible to not love you.” His hands wrap around your wrists allowing his thumbs to be able to run along the inside of your palm. “I am incredibly saddened by the fact that you are so shocked by the prospect but not surprised considering I never made well of telling you, did I? My fears and insecurities have run my life for so long that it’s hard to not let them take over, but Merlin, I have never felt so strongly for anyone before.” He knew that he was rambling since he’d opened his mouth this evening and that much of it came out as a mix of unrefined thoughts. But he didn’t want to hold anything back anymore. If the past couple of days had taught him anything, it was that he was willing to risk it all for you. Vulnerable be damned if it granted him the miracle of one more chance.

“I will work on these insecurities because they can’t be the reason I lose you. I don’t ever want to lose you. Y/N, darling, you are my forever. I see myself loving no one else but you. I love you too deeply, so whole-heartedly, that no one could ever come close to the affection I have for you. You are simultaneously my greatest weakness and strength. You– “

“Shut up.”

The two words silenced him efficiently. His lips were pressed into a tight curved frown. Thinking the worst, that you didn’t care for his apology nor his declarations of love, he goes to drop his hands away from you. However, just as swiftly as he pulled away, you return the action by grabbing onto his forearms. Confusion and hope coursed through him as he took in your teary-eyed smile.

“Say it again Severus.”

His lips quivered, and a chuckled sob left his lips before he repeated–

“I love you Y/N.”

“Again.” This time he matched your, now, wide mouth smile.

“I love you most fervently.”

“One more time please.” He brought your hands to his mouth and placed a kiss across the surface of your knuckles. As to convey the phrase’s full significance, he brought your hands to lay flat on the area of his chest where his heartbeat was strong and steady.

“I love y– “

The words were left unfinished as you had decided to close the distance between the two of you. No longer able to hold back, you pressed your lips against his for a deep kiss which he graciously returned. His arms snaked around your back pulling you in closer fearing that if he were to let go, you’d disappear. Deepening the kiss, you tried to make up for all the lost ones from the hours you were separated from one another. He sighed his content before the two of you had to finally break apart for air.

Shifting your hands from his chest to cup his face, you placed another kiss upon his lips before speaking. “This doesn’t mean that I am letting everything you did go so easily. You have to promise me that you will work on everything you said tonight, okay? You don’t have to go through it alone as I’ll always be here to help you, but I need to be assured that if I am giving us another chance that you will truly try. I know it won’t change overnight and there will be many other nights where we fight, but I swear to you that if you try, then my love– our love– will get us through anything.”

“I’ll make the unbreakable vow in a heartbeat if you need me to my love. From this moment forward, I will be the man you deserve. A man who loves you with every fibre of my being that not only thinks it but also shows it. You have my word.”

“Okay then,” you loop your arms around his neck and pull him down to gaze into his midnight irises, “tell me again then sweetheart.” The grin tugging on your lips is infectious as he settles his hands on your waist.

“I love you. Without end Y/N.”

“I love you too, Severus.” Leaning in until your mouths are only separated by a breath, you whisper one final word before sealing it with a kiss.

“Forever.”

[pacificwaternymph]

Confrontation

I promised a little snippet of my Corrupted Jimmy AU!! Thank you to everyone who voted <3

Snippet beneath the cut!

Word Count: 795

Buckle up, this gets angsty.

“You always act like you’re better than me!” Jimmy screamed, gripping his sword tight enough that his knuckles went white. “You treat me like I'm some sort of animal, a little pet to be toted around and protected, instead of your brother! Your equal!”

“That’s not true, Jimmy.” Lizzie took a step forward, but he took a step back to match. “Xornoth is lying to you. I love you. You’re the most precious thing in the world to me.”

“Then explain why I could never do anything without you breathing down the back of my neck.” Jimmy spat, almost as if venom were spilling from his mouth. In that moment, it felt like the red veins seeping out from his eyes expanded ever so slightly.

“You never let me do anything without you there to supervise. Wouldn’t want your pathetic excuse of a sibling embarrassing the great Empress of the Oceans, would we? We have to maintain your perfect reputation, after all.”

“Jimmy, this isn’t you.” Lizzie held her hands out imploringly. Her vision was going blurry, and she wasn’t sure if she imagined her brother flinching back from her. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Don’t I?” The Codfather hissed, his voice softer but no less malice filled. “Our entire lives, I’ve been stuck in your shadow. People always saw me as ‘the ocean queen’s brother.’ The only reason people would want to get close to me is to get close to you. Xornoth is the only one who ever saw the real me, who ever actually cared about me.”

“He’s twisting your mind Jimmy. I don’t-” She stopped, partly because she realized that her brother wasn’t listening, that he was shifting into a stance, ready to take up the offense. But mostly because she realized, as much as she hated to admit it, there was some truth to his words.

She thought about the last time they saw one another before Jimmy disappeared. The argument after the banquet. She remembered feeling a distinct feeling of shame, watching her little brother tip over the punch bowl onto the tablecloth and a nobleman’s suit.

“How hard is it for you to go one night without ruining everything!?”

She’d regretted the words as soon as she said them, but they’d hung in the air, and there was no taking them back. Jimmy had stormed off, his eyes glassy, before she got a chance to apologize. That night, after they’d had time to cool down, she sought him out, and found his room empty.

“At least Xornoth actually treats me like a person.” Jimmy said in the present, snapping Lizzie’s mind back to the situation at hand. The words sounded so small, so dejected, that it was easy to forget that the person in front of her wasn’t her brother, not really.

The person in front of her was less than a shadow of his former self, emaciated and pale, as if the life had been drained out of him. Had she really driven him away like he said? Had she pushed him out of her arms and into Xornoth’s, made him feel like the only way he could ever be heard by the world was to burn it to the ground?

“I’m sorry.” She said breathily, feeling a suspicious wetness trail down her cheeks. “I never meant to make you feel like you were less. I was just so afraid to lose you, I hated seeing how you were mocked and ridiculed. You were the only person I had for centuries. You’re the reason I’ve kept going even in my darkest moments. The reason I stand here now, fighting alongside Scott. I didn’t come here for Xornoth or Exor. I came here for you. To save my little brother.”

For a moment, it seemed like he was actually listening. Jimmy’s eyes widened, and his sword lowered slightly, taken aback by the apology. Lizzie wasn’t the type to give them easily, more often than not she would rather make it up to her loved ones with expensive gifts.

She let her hopes rise a little, because her words were getting through to him. He really was still in there. It only lasted a minute, red eyes that were once green glowing, and again, the corruption seeping into his skin like lightning spread. But it was proof enough for her. She could still help him.

Jimmy shifted his weight to the balls of his feet, raising the sword once more with a renewed look of determination, but Lizzie had seen all that she needed. A smile curled at the edges of her lips.

This was a fight that he would lose, there was no doubt in her mind, but the question is, how hard would he go down?

[teasty]

irresistible || h.hj (m)

a/n: yess fuck boy hyunjin ftw ngl,,,,i’m so in love with that idea,, especially with his long hair (i actually got into skz cuz of hyunjin’s hair lol i love longish hair on men)

● pairing: hwang hyunjin x (fem) reader

● genre: angsty n smutty (mdi!) | crack lol | enemies to lovers!au | college!au | nonidol!au

● warnings: hyunjin and reader hate each other at first :( | fighting | profanity | name calling | suggestive dialogue | fuckboy!hyunjin | snarky/goodgirl!reader | unprotected sex | hair pulling | cunnilingus | degradation + hints of praise | hyunjin is just an insecure baby underneath a tough guy exterior ;-; | virgin!reader | hyunjin keeps switching between fuck boy and sad boy |

● requested? yes!

● words: 9k

● summary: You despise Hwang Hyunjin with a passion. And he just hates you right back. You’re a good, moral student while he fucks around with everybody. He likes to pull at heartstrings while you like to pull at his palm tree hairdo. There’s nothing that makes you like the other, but when you wind up at the old art room with him and things get heated up, you see a softer, truer and more broken side to him.

Is falling in love with someone you've hated for years in the span of one night even possible? Apparently so...

i miss him so much don't @ me

“You’re too irresistible not to fuck until you're screaming my name and begging for more.”

“Don’t fuck with me, Hyunjin, or I’ll tear your stupid hair out of your head,” you threaten darkly. The ever so proud Hyunjin only scoffs, laughing mockingly at you as he shoves his hands into his pockets. He crouched down to be at eye level with you. Despite you being much smaller than him, you still stood your group, even tripped over on the floor, your once organized papers sprawled out on the floor.

“I’d like to see you try, princess,” Hyunjin’s brow raises, and your lips downturn into even more of a frown. You would never, ever dare to start a physical fight with Hyunjin, but boy you can talk. Sometimes, your mouth might even be a little bit too big for your own liking. The words just flow out so naturally, and you don’t even realize it to actually stop it from flowing off of your tongue.

It was your dumb mouth that started this whole mess, anyways. Back in the last few years of high school, your best friend (who, in the end, turned out to be the fakest bitch you’ve ever met) had gotten with a boy. A boy you had no clue even went to the school. And, that’s when you met Hwang Hyunjin at lunch that day. In all his short - haired glory. At first, he seemed pretty decent, but you knew something was off about him from the start. Sure, he had a bright smile that could make any girl with a brain filled with boys faint, but he just didn’t sit too right with you. The way he acted around your friend (at the time) and the way he’d talk to her and other girls.

At first, you didn’t think he was a fuckboy, but it was when he tried to get in your pants after you called him a fuckboy after school one day when it hit you. That was the first and only day you really punched him in the face. Giving him a black and blue bruise on his cheekbone from the impact when he tried to take your clothes off, not caring whether or not you said it was alright or not. Of course, he got mad at you, but didn’t lay a hand on you, like you thought he would. You remember bracing your body for some sort of punch, kick or push, but nothing came other than Hyunjin’s loud voice screaming curses at you and calling you all - too vulgar and hurtful names.

You would have apologized if you weren’t so upset with the fact that he tried to be your first fuck. Your virginity isn’t the most precious thing to you, but you promised yourself you wouldn’t allow yourself to lose it to Hwang Hyunjin. Especially not after that day he actually tried to fuck you behind the school. You went running to your friend afterwards. Who, to your surprise, got mad at you for trying to make her boyfriend cheat on her with you. You couldn’t believe her, and you dropped her right there.

It was actually Hyunjin who broke up with her, having her come running to you with tears in her eyes about how upset she is that Hyunjin broke up with her. Of course, you didn’t react and only ignored her for… the rest of her life so far. She eventually gave up on trying to be friends with you, and went her own direction. However, Hyunjin didn’t leave you alone.

You can swear that he’s vowed to make your life living hell after you rejected him with your fist. At first, it was just teasing. Calling you names. Making fun of stupid mistakes. Sometimes even flirting with you just to make you mad. And no matter how many times you seemed to reject, verbally or physically, he never gave. Maybe he doesn’t try to get in your pants anymore, but he won’t stop calling you stupid nicknames when he’s being a dick to you… like “princess, baby, babygirl, darling, honey, sweetheart.” Stupid, meaningless nicknames to call you just to pull at both your heartstrings and your thin line of patience.

You weren’t so friendly to call him bittersweet names like that. You decided to go with a more aggressive route of, “dickhead, motherfucker, bitch, asshole, asshat, shithead” and other conjugations of any curse word you could think of. Of course, none of it fazed him one bit. In fact, it all seemed to amuse him. Like your anger was his entertainment, and that idea pissed you off.

You’ve had friends tell you to “Just not give him the attention since that’s what he wants!” But, that was the most difficult thing to do when Hyunjin was always following behind you, yet always a step ahead. Everywhere you end up, he’s somehow ironically there, too. Everywhere you plan to go, he’s somehow, ironically, planning to go there, too. Sometimes you debate if he’s stalking, but you don’t have much social media (nor do you post anything if you did) and you made sure to always keep away from the name Hyunjin just in case it’s the Hyunjin.

But, now, you’re sitting on your ass like an idiot, papers flown around you as Hyunjin crouches down in front of you. Almost as if peering down at his prey. His judgemental eyes scan your trembling figure, shaking from the pent up anger, up and down as he smirks like the little devil he is.

You’d been running back to your classroom, having to collect papers for your professor from the teacher’s lounge. She specifically asked for them to be organized by date, and you spent a few well - focused and frustrating minutes organizing the papers. Of course, as you were running through the supposedly empty hall, looking down at your phone to check the time to make sure you’ll have enough time before the end of the class period, you slammed face first into Hyunjin’s chest. Knocking him off of his balance, but catching himself on the wall, and sending you flying back and the papers to fly out of your arms, all your hard work scattered around you as you glare up at him with a deadly look in your eyes.

“Oh…” Hyunjin smiles down at you, leaning against the wall. His brows creasing up in a fake worry, his bottom lip jutting out in a mocking pout, staining his handsome face with the pathetic expression, “Poor baby… Do you need help picking up your papers?” He asks in a high pitched voice, and you try to hold back the urge to kick him right in the balls.

“Don’t fuck with me, Hyunjin,” you growl out darkly, and Hyunjin’s eyes widen and his fake, bitter smile widens in a pathetic imitation of shock and hurt, “Or I’ll tear your stupid hair out of your head.” You shamelessly threaten, both of you knowing you’re probably not going to even try to rip Hyunjin’s gorgeous hair for his scalp.

Hyunjin gets up off of the wall and walks over to you, you sitting on your ass with a glare that could spew daggers, and he crouches in front of you. His elbows on his knees, and he peers down at you like a predator stalking over its prey, ready to pounce at any second. He scans you, his half lidded, judgemental eyes peering over your body, heavily hidden by your black leggings and dark blue hoodie that was two sizes too big.

“I’d like to see you try, princess,” Hyunjin cocks a brow at you, his eyes finally landing on your dark ones.

“Don’t call me that, dickhead,” you spit right back, but he only chuckles darkly, his head falling briefly before he lifts his head up again. Shaking it slightly as he critically smiles at you, his mocking laugh making you feel small and weak.

“That’s a no - can - do. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, alright? Princess?” Hyunjin’s face dips down, nearing yours. You do the first thing you think of, grabbing a handful of papers, wrinkling them and throwing them with full force at Hyunjin’s face. He flinches back and stands up, swatting away the papers quickly. “Fucking hell! You scared me for a second there.”

“Good, now piss off. I have places to be. And shouldn’t you be in class?” You grumble as you collect the papers, trying your best to get them as organized as possible in your arms, making sure to keep a tight grip on them in case Hyunjin tried to do anything.

“Aw, do you suddenly care for me?” He places a hand over his chest, sighing dramatically, “I’m touched.”

“In your dreams, dipshit. Leave me alone,” you snap out, already getting a headache from this as you walk around on your knees to try and collect the papers, cursing to yourself when you find a wrinkled one, trying to smooth it out. Hyunjin watches you with a stoic expression, leaning against the wall. You don’t even bother saying another thing to him before you gather up the last of the papers and dash away, trying to organize the papers best you could before you reach your class.

Thankfully, Hyunjin didn’t follow you like he usually did. You let out a breath of air you didn’t know you were holding as you neared the classroom, your hands moving quickly to organise the papers. You open the door, somewhat out of breath as you hand them to the professor. Letting her know that you dropped them on your way here and they got a bit disorganized, but you tried your best to organize them again. She dismissed you and thanked you, sending you back to your seat to pack up (since it’s the end of the class, which is why you were hurrying).

Thankfully, your last class period is a study hall, so you take this time to run down to the library to work on assignments that are due soon. You prefer the library since it’s a calm and quiet place, and you know the librarian quite well, since you’re usually there during study hall. If you’re not there, you’re somewhere with a friend, and that’s usually not in the comfort of the library since you get pretty loud and unfiltered when you’re with friends. So, in the end, you’ll get booted out by the librarian.

When you get there, there’s already quite a few students sitting around, listening to music and typing vigorously on their laptops. You bow briefly to the librarian, who gives you a warm smile before you take a seat at a table in the corner of the library, far from the others. You take out your laptop and phone, plugging your earbuds into the earphone jack in your phone to play music into your ears.

You spend a good fifteen minutes writing an essay for your English Literature class. Focused in on the task at hand while soft lofi flows into your ears, letting your mind relax, but focus on what you’re doing.

So, it’s totally normal that you let out a short scream when your earbuds are painfully ripped out of your ears, your hands flying up to cup your ears. People glare at you, but turn back when they see who’s looming over your desk. Your earbuds and phone in his hand, and you could faintly hear the sound of the lofi that once calmed your mind. He stood there with a proud smile, and he raised a finger to his lips.

“Shh… quiet in the library,” Hyunjin says just above a whisper, and your lip twitches from holding back from strangling him in front of everyone. Why couldn’t he just leave you alone? He’s always made a note to let you know how annoying you can be or how much he hates you, so why doesn’t he just leave you alone? He knows how much he upsets you, but it seems to make him happy. He already wears a stupid smile all the time. You’ve seen him upset before, plenty of times. But when he’s teasing you or doing things to make you miserable, he wears that same devilish smirk.

“I… Fuck you, Hwang Hyunjin. Give me my phone back.” You stand up, reaching for the phone, but his hand yanks back away from you. Giving you a sarcastic smile as he looks down at you.

“Beg for it,” Hyunjin giggles darkly. Looking at something on your phone and even pressing a few buttons. Your eyes widen.

“Fuck no, just give it back!” You whisper - yell, reaching for it again, leaning over the table to grab for it.

Hyunjin shakes his head, “I said to beg for it…~” he sings - songs in a hushed tone, and your hands tense, his neck lookingly plenty good to just strangle. You don’t say anything, and you fold your arms over your chest. Raising a brow at you. “You think that’s gonna change my mind, hon? I still want you to beg for it.”

“You’re so fucking stubborn, it’s annoying,” you grumble, and shut your laptop close and push it into your backpack. You start walking out, shoving past Hyunjin and fighting against frustrated tears. You don’t even bother to bow to the librarian as you walk out, on fist gripping the sleeve of your backpack and the other clenched tightly at your side.

You walk out of the library, into the court of the university. There’s not many people there, since it’s the last class period of the day and everyone was getting ready to go home for the weekend. You stood underneath a tree, and turned, cocking a brow at Hyunjin who followed behind you slowly. You frown at him, and his brow raises.

“So? You’re gonna get ‘em or no? You know I’m not giving them if you just frown at me, (Y/N),” Hyunjin smiles snarkily, and you visibly roll your eyes at him. You sigh softly.

“Hyunjin. Give them to me. I’m being serious, now, no fuckin’ around,” You hold your hand out, finally speaking in a normal, harsh tone now that you’re out of the library.

“Hm… Nah. You still have to beg for it like a bitch. Or else they’re mine,” Hyunjin gives you a pitifully fake smile, and your eyes close, trying to ease the rising rage inside you.

“Hyunjin. I’m not begging for it,” You take a step closer to him, but he doesn’t back down. Your headphones still clutch in his hand as he holds them away from you. When Hyunjin doesn’t respond, you finally act. Dropping your backpack and letting it slip off your shoulder and onto the grass, propping itself against the tree. Hyunjin’s smile finally drops when you grip his wrist, pulling it towards you harshly. But, on instinct, Hyunjin pulls himself away, pulling you towards him.

So, you push him down onto the grass, not caring for onlookers as you straddle Hyunjin’s waist before he could even try getting up. One of your hands reaches up to press against his chest, but Hyunjin doesn’t struggle. Not one bit. In fact, he doesn’t even smirk anymore. He’s just staring at you as you reach for his hand.

“(Y/N),” Hyunjin’s dark voice pipes up, and you shoot him a glare.

“Shut up,” you snap, and you pry open his fingers, which was much easier than you though. His hands are hot and sweaty, and you almost laugh at it. Is he nervous that you’re straddling him let alone touching him in the first place? You will admit, it’s an intimate position, but you only got on top of him like that to prevent him from moving so you could grab your earbuds and phone out of his hands and stuff them into your pocket.

You smirk down at him, your hair falling past your face. It feels good to be the one in control, and now that Hyunjin’s vulnerable, you utter out, “And you almost got me to beg. Boohoo. Better luck next time, dipshit.” You finally get off of him, and the moment you’re off of him, he gets up and dusts himself off.

“(Y/N),” He calls out your name as he watches you grab your backpack.

“Shut up and don’t talk to me,” You snap, and Hyunjin’s lip clamp shut. He looks conflicted, and you would feel bad if it weren’t Hyunjin. The same Hwang Hyunjin who’s decided to make your every day a living headache.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch me like that again,” Hyunjin’s hand snatches your wrist, but you pull yourself away swiftly, “If you do that ever, and I mean ever again, I will not hesitate to stuff your face in the dirt.” Hyunjin gets dangerously close to you, and you back away. You’re brows creasing. Sure, Hyunjin is a huge dick to you, but he’s not this much of a dick. So, it took you by surprise, but you felt proud. It’s obvious that forcing Hyunjin into such a vulnerable position both mentally and physically set him off, and you were proud of yourself for that. He’s always been the one trapping you, making you feel small and tugging at your strings of patience, and sometimes your heartstrings, too.

“Oh, fuck off, Hyunjin.” You groan out, your hands falling to your side as you sling your backpack over your shoulder, “You do that shit to me all the time. What’s it if I do it to you?”

“Just don’t do it a - fuckin’ - gain, (Y/N). Don’t, unless you don’t wanna walk straight the next day.” Hyunjin threatens, and your brows furrow.

“And what the fuck does that mean?” You scoff as Hyunjin shakes his head, turning to walk away. “Hyunjin!” You yell after him, but he thrusts up his hand, his slim middle finger in your direction. You scoff, surprised by such behavior from a guy like him, who’s usually the one doing the teasing instead of the flipping off.

You try your best to ignore him and head back to the dorm to your shared one with your friend. You were able to settle down for a bit, especially since your roommate wasn’t there yet. You finished up your work. Working on assignments that you couldn’t get to finish because of a certain someone who decided to snag your phone.

Speaking of your phone, about two hours after you get back to the dorm, your friend comes walking in.

“Hey Yeona,” You pipe up, acknowledging her presence as she peels off her flats from her feet. Yeona waves briefly before plopping on her bed.

“Hey (Y/N). How was it going today?”

“Terrible.” You admit, Hyunjin being the only thing coursing through your head.

“Terrible? Lemme guess,” Yeona sits up, glaring at you, “it’s that one Hwang guy you keep ranting about?” You nod slowly, “Ah. Well, sorry about that. Actually, that reminds me. Someone was asking for you. A boy… A really, really cute boy.”

“Oh? Who?” Your brow raises.

Yeona shrugs, “No clue. Couldn’t catch his name; he seemed like he was in a rush. He wants you to meet him in the old art room. The one they use for storage, you know? He said to take your time, but he seemed desperate as hell.”

“The old art room? Don’t people go there to fuck because the camera’s are busted at the school’s too lazy to replace ‘em?” your brow raises, a bitter smile etching your lip.

“That’s the one. Hey, you might get some dick tonight. At least he’s cute,” she wiggles her brows, and you laugh. “Go one. Call me if anything happens.”

“Yes, ma’am,” You jokingly salute, and Yeona does it right back. You stuff your phone in your back pocket, and give her a playful smile before you leave.

The old art room is at the very core of the school, and you know exactly where it is. Everybody does. It’s not exactly something that just goes unnoticed by the students. Since it’s old, the camera’s are very much out of date and therefore can’t hook up to the ‘new and improved’ security system. Usually people snuck there to fuck during passing hall, since no teacher went in there. Only special people on special occasions use it for storage.

You were somewhat excited. You still have your v - card, whether you like it or not. You originally planned to save it for someone special. But, at this point, you’re too stressed to care about who’s taking your virginity and who’s not. At this point, you’d get on your knees for anyone willing.

Except for Hwang Hyunjin. Of fucking course. You know so many people who would literally beg to be fucked by none other than Hwang Hyunjin. You were not one of those people. You weren’t one of Hyunjin’s toys, even though he treated you like one. You would never let him get to your head, though. You know that you shouldn’t listen to Hyunjin even if your life depended on it. He might mean those things, those vulgar things he says to you, but you choose not to believe them.

You were trembling by the time we were standing in front of the old art room. The rusty door is slightly ajar, signifying that someone’s inside. Of course there is, but it’s still weird that they didn’t shut the door in case any teacher got concerned and checked in. Whoever’s inside must be stupid, but you’re not one to ghost someone like that, especially if Yeona said that they seemed desperate. Someone desperate for you? You had no clue who. No one ever stared at you in class. No one ever teased you. Tried to constantly get your attention.

Actually, that’s a lie. That’s a bitter lie.

Hwang Hyunjin fit into every aspect of someone who’d be desperate for your attention. That’s when it hit you that Hyunjin’s only trying to gain your attention in the worst way.

And, he did. Because he’s standing right in front of you.

You turned to leave, but Hyunjin’s hand slammed against the closed door, making you flinch at the close proximity between the two of you, and you turned to look at Hyunjin. He’s not smiling like he usually is when he first sees you. In fact, you can’t tell what expression laces his godly face.

“Hyunjin? Was it you that told my friend to bring me here?” You ask, not so much a harsh tone, but trying to make things clear despite the answer being (literally) right in front of your face. There’s no one else in the old art room but empty boxes, old art tables and storage boxes littered here and there. “This isn’t funny, Hyunjin. I’m leaving.” You turn back around to grip the doorknob, but Hyunjin’s warm, shaking hand grips your wrist firmly, yet oddly gently.

“Don’t,” he utters out. His voice was strangely small. Nimble, even. Weak. “Don’t go. I need to talk to you.”

“Since when do you wanna talk to me?” You snap, and Hyunjin dodges your intense glare. His confidence seeps to be depleting by the minute.

“I just need to. I need to get things figured out,” Hyunjin grumbles out, letting go of your wrist. He steps away from you and sits on one of the old art tables, manspreading, stretching the tight fabric of his jeans.

“Get what figured out? Tell me,” you demand, now stepping away from the door and sitting across from Hyunjin on another table. Before Hyunjin could speak, though, you raise a hand, a thought coming to mind, “Wait, no. Why did you not just come to my dorm like a normal person? Why the art room? Do you know how many people have fucked in here, Hyunjin?”

Hyunjin rolls his eyes, sighing softly, “Yes, I do. It’s just the only place we could truly be alone.”

“Wait… you’re not gonna do what I think you're gonna do, right?” You back up, reaching for your phone.

Hyunjin shakes his head, “No, I’m not. I’m not a stupid sixteen year old anymore, (Y/N). And neither are you.” You sigh, relaxing, “I’m just going to get straight to the point. I can’t take this anymore, (Y/N). I’m so lost without you.”

Your eyes snap up to meet his, looking for any sign of mischief or joke in his eyes. But, no. Instead, they’re genuine. Your brows furrow, confusion crashing over you.

“I don’t want to live with the thought that I make every day for you living hell,” Hyunjin looks away, ashamed.

“Then why do you taunt me in the first place?” You nearly yell, and Hyunjin’s eyes flicker closed. You get off of the table, standing in front of him, “Why do you work so hard to just get me pissed off for the rest of the day, huh? Why do you want my attention so bad? Why can’t you just leave me alone, then, if you don’t want to make my college life a living hell, huh?”

“Because I’m in love with you.”

So blunt. So stoic. So true.

You’re silenced by his words, shock overcoming you. Overwhelmingly dominating your anger as your eyes widen slowly. He doesn’t break eye contact, this time. He doesn’t bother looking away. He’s standing his ground. He’s telling the truth.

You shake your head, “No your not.”

“You don’t decide that,” Hyunjin says almost directly after your voice drifts off.

“You can’t be in love with me, Hyunjin. You can’t,” You shake your head, backing away.

“It’s not my fault!” Hyunjin finally raises his voice, getting off of the table and taking an intimidating step towards you. Making you falter and scramble back, your lower back hitting the old art table. “I can’t help it. I can’t help, (Y/N). I’ve tried everything. I’ve been with so many girls, even guys. Trying to get out of my mind but nothing, nothing works. It’s always been you. Ever since high school.”

“Even when you were dating her…?”

“Even when I was dating her. The only reason I dated your fucking friend was to try and get close to you,” Hyunjin admits, and your mouth falls open. You lost a friend just because he wanted to get close to you? Your anger was slowly gaining back it’s superiority over your shock, “I tried to talk to you, but every time I did it just came out as mean. You viewed me as a fuckboy, and I fulfilled that role. Only to try and get you out of my fucking head.” He spits out through gritted teeth. “I’ve tried to make myself hate you, despise you. And, don’t get me wrong, hon, a small part of me hates you’re short, annoying ass. But everything else is incomplete without you.”

“Why didn’t you just confront me? If you didn’t decide to date my friend then we wouldn’t be here right now!” You yell, pressing a finger to his chest.

“I was sixteen, (Y/N)! Sixteen. Everything that I did ended in my misfortune,” Hyunjin yells right back.

“And was that my fault? Huh?”

“Yes! It is! Yes, it fuckin’ is!”

“How in the fuck is it ever my fault with you?!” You shove him away.

“Because it was. All. For. You. Get that through your thick fucking skull!” Hyunjin yells so loudly, so aggressively that it brought you to tears. But, you didn’t show any sign of fear. You weren’t backing down from this.

After his yelling, things quieted. You’re too nervous to talk, afraid your voice would pathetically crack from the painful lump growing in your throat. Hyunjin stared at you, as if waiting for you to say something, anything. But, you couldn’t utter a word. Only a few pathetic tears slipping from your eyes. His brows crease up when he watches the quick, warm tears fall over your cheek and down your neck. His bottom lip becomes trapped between his teeth, and he looks down for a bit.

You’re tired of the silence. You simply can’t take it anymore. It’s driving you mad how tense and uncomfortable the silence between you and Hyunjin is.

“Hyunjin, I-“

You’re not able to finish before a pair of soft lips press themselves to yours. Your mind goes blank, and your body stiffens as you stare into Hyunjin’s closed eyes. Your hands gripping the table behind you for balance as Hyunjin’s trembling hands creep up to grip your face. He’s kissing you.

Hwang fucking Hyunjin is kissing you.

That’s a first.

You want to push him away, but no matter how much you tell yourself to, you only relax more and more. The feeling of his lips against yours was supposed to repulse you, give you the push you need to slam a fist into Hyunjin’s face. But, with how delicately he kisses you and how his gentle, trembling fingers caress your warm cheeks, you can’t bear even clenching your fist in the need to hurt him or to get him away from you.

You couldn’t bear to admit it, but you were slowly melting into the kiss. It was as though Hyunjin was casting some sort of spell on you. Your eyes relax. Going from a dim half - lidded until they flutter shut. Your hands let go of the table. You’re shaking, ever so slightly. Your hands guide themselves as they bring themselves up to press against Hyunjin’s collarbone. At first, you believe you’re trying to push him away. But, your own hands deceive you when they slowly trail up to run your hands through his long grown hair.

You finally let your lips move, and you finally kiss him back.

Hyunjin’s reaction to it is one to die for. His back stiffens when he feels your lips part and move with his. One of his hands moves to caress your jaw, his thumb running across the bone, his hands a bit more firm as the kiss gets passionate.

You want to hate yourself for kissing him back. For succumbing to him and letting yourself fall weak underneath him. But, you just couldn’t help yourself. Hyunjin’s lips pulled you in and didn’t seem to plan on letting you go anytime soon.

It seems like a flash when your tongue presses flush against Hyunjin’s. The feelings send your back stiff and you tightly grip his hair, as if you were going to break apart from the feeling. Hyunjin’s experienced lips guided your inexperienced ones, despite him obviously being nervous.

You try to breath through your nose like Hyunjin does when things start getting more and more intense, and Hyunjin’s hands slowly start to creep away from your face. Tongues clash, and instead of fighting for dominance over one another, you both move in sync. Your torso pressed against his as Hyunjin traps you in between him and the table.

One of Hyunjin’s hands falls down your arm, gently caressing your side before picking up your thigh to push you to sit on the table. He pushes you back.

“Hyunjin - ah… We can’t…” You mumble out breathily as he kisses the sides of your lips. His lips instantly connect back with yours.

“And here… I thought… you were standing so strong and proud,” Hyunjin chuckles darkly, whispering out the words in between wet kisses. His usual self coming back, and your brows furrow. “But… no. You’re letting me… do this… without fight.”

Your head cranes back as Hyunjin’s lips drag down to your neck. Licking wet strips up and down your neck, suckling on the sensitive skin and pressing wet, sloppy kisses to your skin. You bite back a moan.

“You said you wouldn’t do anything…” You whimper out, and Hyunjin chuckles against your neck.

“Maybe, but you’ve passed the point of no return when you kissed back. And here I thought you’d punch me in the face,” Hyunjin laughs against your skin, moving you so your legs are spread for him to press more and more against you.

“Maybe I should’ve,” you whisper out in one breath.

“Mmh, but you know you like it, baby,” Hyunjin smirks.

“What happened to you wanting to talk?” You breath out, your breath moans getting louder, and you bite your lip to hold your voice back.

“You ruined it,” Hyunjin grumbles, nibbling on your skin briefly.

“Fuck you…” you grumble, your arms wrapping around his neck unconsciously.

“Already, hmm? Impatient, are we?”

“Fuck off…!” You groan at his dumb joke, and Hyunjin laughs against you. “But… seriously, Hyunjin… Wait… I’m still a virgin.”

Hyunjin’s head snaps up, his brows furrowed. “You’re a what, again?”

“A virgin, dumbass.”

“Are you saying you want to have sex-..”

“Hyunjin! Don’t take this so lightly. I’ve never done it with anyone before, and I definitely wasn’t planning on someone like you being my first,” you admit, and Hyunjin cocks a brow at you.

“You’ll regret those words. I’ll make sure this is a night for you to remember,” Hyunjin snaps, his words dark, and you swallow. “But, I need you to let me know that you want me, too.”

“Goddamn it, Hyunjin,” you groan, and your hand grips a lock of his hair, pulling his back so he can look clearly at you, “I want you to fuck me, Hyun - ah…”

A smirk creeps up on his lips, and you watch the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows his spit, and you let go of his hair, and his head dives back into your neck. Not exactly going back to kissing you, but resting his lips there. He mumbles out, “I never thought I’d hear those words come out of your pretty mouth.” And neither did you. You tried to deny it, telling yourself that it’s a spur of the moment idea. But, right now, again, you can’t push Hyunjin away. Your body won't let you.

Fuck it, your mind screams, and you let your legs wrap around Hyunjin’s waist. His hands find themselves caressing your thighs, your waist and back as his lips start moving again over your neck. The sensation sending constant chills up and down your spine, causing your back to stiffen and arch at the new feeling erupting in your core. You’ve masturbated before, that’s not the issue. But, being in the control of somebody gave you a whole new stimulation with even having to be touched too much. A new spark of intensity.

Hyunjin’s hands are rough, yet cautious. Trying not to go too far, but obviously trying not to pull away himself.

He eventually pushed your shoulders lightly, but with enough force to push your back flat against the old art table. He’s still standing, but he’s leaning over you, his hands on either side of your head and his pelvis nearly pressed against yours, standing in between your legs.

His warm hands move slowly underneath your shirt. Your back lifts at the feeling of his hands meeting your untouched skin, and you let out a hoarse breath as Hyunjin sucks on the skin below your jaw. Your head tilting to the side to give him the access he needed. Your neck craning, and your eyes flutter shut from the bliss. Your lips parting in a silent moan. Too embarrassed to actually make too much noise. Hyunjin’s hands move up the sides of your bare waist, carrying your shirt and hoodie with it. He parts from your neck to look up at you, his hands coming to a sudden halt.

You only glare over to him before you take your shirt and hoodie yourself, peeling it quickly off and over your head and tossing them to the side, trying to make it onto another table, but it landed on the floor. You could care less. Hyunjin’s eyes immediately dart down to stare at your semi - exposed torso. You bite your bottom as Hyunjin’s hand eases up, poking at the wire of your cherry pink bra. “Pink? Cute.”

“Shut up,” you mumble out, and Hyunjin’s eyes flicker up to meet yours.

“Hmm, that’s not gonna happen and you know that.” Hyunjin winks at you, and you roll your eyes before your head falls back again. Hyunjin’s wet lips come back to your neck, but this time, he starts pressing slow, wet kisses down your neck. Over your collarbone and chest before over the bump of your breasts. You watch him with nervous eyes as Hyunjin presses wet kisses over the skin of your breasts. The feeling of the sensitive, untouched skin being no longer untouched is euphoric. However, he doesn’t take off your bra, most likely since you’re in the old art room and being completely nude would be a bit too overbearing and overwhelming for both of your likings.

You thought Hyunjin was going to stop there, but no. He kept on kissing down, now going over your stomach. Your heartbeat got louder and louder as he kept going down. His warm mouth pressing warm kisses to you before moving down, the area before being shadowed by the cold air.

Your breath got caught in your throat when Hyunjin’s fingers loop around the loose hem of your jeans. His eyes darting up to look at you briefly. But, this time, he doesn’t wait for you to take them off. One finger undoes the first button before he swiftly moves out of the way to pull them down. Your legs try to clamp shut, but Hyunjin’s knee jerks up, stopping them from closing. Your panties don’t match your bra, since they’re black and not as fancy. However, Hyunjin doesn’t seem to care at all.

Your pink face watches as Hyunjin tosses your jeans to the side, with the rest of your clothes.

“Hyunjin - ah…” You utter out, and Hyunjin’s eyes flicker up to meet yours, one brow raising in question.

“I’m going to eat you out,” Hyunjin gives you a sarcastic smile, and you don’t have the willpower to roll your eyes. Your pussy is already sopping wet, and you hold back the urge to throw yourself on top of him. You’re not surprised by how blunt he is, but it’s still nerve wracking for you. “Don’t be scared. You’ll be perfectly fine.” He reassures, and you know you’re fine. That you’re safe, but, as said before, you were so nervous.

You watch as Hyunjin dips between your legs, getting on his knees on the floor, perfectly level with you. He looks from your wet panties to you for a moment before he presses a firm kiss to your clothed cunt. Your hips jut up from the sensitivity of it, your legs trying to clamp shut, but Hyunjin’s hand is quicker. His hand flush against your thigh. He smirks against you, pressing another feather light kiss to your clothes pussy once more before he licks up it, firmly pressing his tongue against you, sending your hand to your mouth to hide your choked moans.

However, Hyunjin’s hand flies up to pull your arm down, grumbling out, “Don’t be fucking quiet this time, (Y/N).”

“We’re in a fucking classroom, Hyunjin, I have to be!” You let out a throaty groan as Hyunjin licks another long, slow strip over your panties.

“All the teachers are gone. God, relax,” Hyunjin laughs bitterly, and you shoot him a confused look.

“You planned this didn’t you?” You snarl, propping yourself, and Hyunjin cocks a brow, his long fingers hooking around the hem of your pantines. You tried to close your legs, but they’re blocked by Hyunjin’s hands. Hyunjin only shoots you glare before pulling down your panties, and you gasp when your sopping pussy meets the cold air of the old art room.

“Ha,” Hyunjin scoffs, one of his fingers moving up to grace itself over the smooth, all too stimulative and sensitive skin around you, making your hips jutter, “No matter how mad you try to make yourself, you’re still dripping wet like a bitch in heat. Didn’t know I turned you on so much, sweetheart.”

“I’ll kill you,” you snap, but your hand goes to grip the edge of the table.

“You’ll love me after this,” Hyunjin winks at you again.

“I doubt it,” you backfire, and Hyunjin’s brow raises. A challenging smile on his face as his lips near your throbbing womanhood. So close, you could feel his breath fanning you. Hyunjin holds eye contact with you as his lips make contact with your warm, wet cunt. Your head falls back when you feel Hyunjin’s tongue against your clit. You let out a breathy moan and your hand flies down to tug at Hyunjin’s hair.

Hyunjin doesn’t go slow. He’s already teasing your hole with his middle finger as he licks and suckes around your pussy. His lips and tongue working wonders no toy you’ve ever owned ever could. The explicit sounds he makes turn you on even more, his eyes fluttering shut to focus on his mouth’s movement more than your face, which is tilted back. Your back arches from the pleasure, and you let out delicate moans as Hyunjin’s lips satisfy your throbbing pussy, giving it the attention it’s been craving.

Hyunjin slowly eases one finger into you, and your hips buck onto it. Hyunjin chuckles against you at your movement and raises a hand to press against your gut, pushing you down and holding you there as he lapped up your flowing juices while his finger inserts inside you. His knuckles soon flush against you, slowly twisting his hand inside you as you push yourself against him. Chills running through your body as Hyunjin’s tongue presses against your sensitive clit.

“Oh, god, Hyunjin…!” You moan out when he presses another finger into you. Your eyes squeezing shut as your trembling hands grip Hyunjin’s hair, your legs resting over his shoulders as he begins to thrust his fingers into you at a decently fast pace. His long fingers penetrate your tight, virgin hole. Pumping them in and out quickly, and you clench around him.

Your hands that grip Hyunjin’s hair pulls him further towards you, trying to get more and more of his tongue on you. Your hips grinding down on his fingers as your mind fogs from the pleasure. Now, you don’t care that it’s Hwang Hyunjin, you’re just loving the pleasure he’s providing you. You neck cranes, almost as if trying to pull away from how sensitive you were and how Hyunjin was abusing that.

However, when he enters a third finger, stretching you out, you feel your orgasm nearing. You clench around his fingers, your moans getting louder. Now, the thought of a teacher overhearing your explicit moans clearing from your head, your mind relaxing on the thought. All you can think of is how high you’re getting from the pleasure.

“Hyunjin… Hyunjin, I’m gonna cum soon… Hyunjin - ah, mmh,” one hand reaching up, the back of your hand pressing against your lips. Hyunjin doesn’t slow down. His hands move faster, and his mouth sucks at your clit. Your back begins to arch, your climax dangerously close.

But, it doesn’t come.

Hyunjin’s hands pull out of your pussy and he stands up when your back twitches, about to throw itself up when your climax hits. You look at Hyunjin with wide, glossy eyes. Sweat dripping down your forehead. Your legs twitch from the lost orgasm.

“What the fuck, Hyunjin?” You snap, and Hyunjin wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, giving you a raised brow and a smirk.

“You don’t get to cum, yet,” Hyunjin climbs over you again, trapping you down underneath his arms as he pushes himself in between your legs, and you could feel how hard he was just by a small brush of his bulge against your thigh. “Now, be good for me and take my cock like a good slut.” Your back stiffens from the vulgar slur, but it only makes your oversensitive pussy even wetter.

Hyunjin is quick when he lets his pants drop down with his boxers, and his dick springs free. His achingly red cock pressing against his stomach. As you look from his cock to his eyes, you feel waves of fear spring over you. However, Hyunjin’s soft touch on your face calms your nerves. His other hand pumps his member a few times before the tip it teases against your folds.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn wet,” Hyunjin groans, and you don’t answer, watching as Hyunjin slowly pushes himself into you, raw. Your head falls from the feeling, and Hyunjin’s mouth falls open, letting out a breathy groan as he eased himself into you. Your throbbing womanhood getting used to such a feeling. Once his pelvis bone is pressed against your ass, he stays there like that for a moment, and you get used to his size.

After a few moments of the sounds of both of your loud breaths, Hyunjin’s face nears yours, and your eyes flicker open to stare into his dark eyes. “I’m gonna start movin’, (Y/N),” he warns, and you nod.

“Please…” You grumble, and Hyunjin’s lip rises in a smirk.

“Please?”

“Move… Fuck me hard, Hyunjinnie. I can’t take it anymore. It’s about time you stopped fucking teasing me, huh?” You growl out, irritated.

Hyunjin’s smirk drops to a frown, and his hand grips your cheeks harshly, “Watch your tone with me, (Y/N). You can be so fucking proud, and that’s one of the reasons I wanna hate you. But, you’re too irresistable not to fuck until you’re screaming my name and begging for more.” And, after that, he ever so slowly pulls out of you before ramming himself back into you. So harshly and aggressively, it moves the whole table enough to where it creaks on it’s old legs. You let out a loud, inevitable moan that forces its way out of your lips.

Hyunjin does that a few times, and he throws his head back because of the pleasure. His face drowned in lust, and you clung to the table. A new burning sensation in your core as Hyunjin’s dick rams into your pure walls, deriving them from their innocence. You’re heat clenches around him as he pulls himself in and out of you. Slowly driving himself out before ramming into you.

But, he doesn’t do that for long when he starts to find a fast rhythm. One hand gripping your thigh while the other holds himself up on the table. He’ll sometimes let out breathy grunts or groans, but you’re on the verge of screaming out from how fast he was going. His cock burning your walls, sending a new sensation through you. It’s painful, but you’re loving it so much. You’re loving the burn, the penetration, everything.

Your eyes are closed, pure ecstasy running through you as your hands move up to wrap your arms around Hyunjin’s neck, pulling him close to you and into a kiss. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back. Both of your mouths open to crash your tongues together in bliss as your legs wrap around Hyunjin loosely. His hips stay consistent, but your hips twitch and stutter. Your back stiffening and twitching, pressing tight against Hyunjin’s clothed torso as he kisses you. One of his hands guiding up to harshly caress your cheek, jaw and neck. His long fingers tugging lightly at your hair as your hands screwed with Hyunjin’s hair. Running through it, gripping it, even tugging it sometimes.

“Oh my fucking god, (Y/N),” He moans against your lips, moving away to rest his lips against your neck as he groans, his hips stuttering slightly, throwing him off his rhythm, “You’re pussy’s so fuckin’ good. Feels so fuckin’ good.” You moan out in response, too lost in desire, lust and euphoric, blissful pleasure to form something as simple as a response. Your mind so blank, nothing running through your mind other than how Hyunjin’s cock makes your pussy feel so fucking good. How he makes you feel so fucking good. The way it’s overstimulated and edged on, it’s almost overwhelming to the point you want to cry from the stimulation.

You begin to moan, nearly screaming out Hyunjin’s name as you feel your climax nearing, clenching helplessly around his cock. “Hyunjin… Hyunjin! Oh, fuck, Hyunjin - ah, I’m gonna cum! Please, oh god, please, I wanna cum so… ah! - so fuckin’ bad…” Your words are slurred, but enough for Hyunjin to make out.

“Mmh… Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock, baby girl,” your back arches, flush against Hyunjin’s body as your gut erupts with a new feeling. Your neck cranes as your eyes open, rolling into the back of your head as your mouth opens in a silent scream. Cumming all over Hyunjin’s cock as he stops his thrusts, deep inside you to let you cum. Your mind hazing as you let out a string of high - pitched moans. Your body twitches and your knuckles turn white from gripping Hyunjin’s tee shirt.

Once you’re halfway through your climax, nearing the part where your whole body relaxes, Hyunjin quickly pulls out. Getting up from you, and your arms drop to your side as you breath heavily, coming down from your high. Hyunjin pumps his cock fast in his hands. Not slowing down whatsoever as his eyes squeeze shut. You watch his face as his mouth opens, moaning loudly as he cums over your stomach.

Once he is down from his climax, he breathes heavily. Sweat dripping down the side of his forehead. Your head falls back, your eyes closing as exhaustion then waves over your body. Catching your breath.

You didn’t even notice Hyunjin leaving shortly to grab an old cup from the counter and fill it with water before coming back. Dipping his fingers in the water to wipe his cum off of you. You jump at the sensation, but relax when you see Hyunjin’s distant, wistful smile. You watch as he wipes it off, making sure it’s clean before dumping the cup in the sink. Your heart quickens as Hyunjin puts on his clothes before he walks over to grab your clothes and silently help you put them on. He doesn’t really make eye contact with you, but it’s a comfortable silence. The first ever comfortable silence you’ve had with him.

It’s then, as he helped wipe you clean, dress you and make sure you were already by wiping the sweat off of your face with the back of his hand that Hyunjin wasn’t who you thought he was. Everything’s not as it seems. The way he smiles so adoringly at you as he brushes the back of his hand against your cheekbone ever so lovingly makes you feel conflicted with feelings.

At some point, Hyunjin lays down next to you on the art table. It’s quiet for a few minutes, both of your just staring at the ceiling, shoulders and legs touching.

“I’m in love with you, (Y/N).” He whispers, and you finally look over to him. He wears a delicate smile, and a tear trickles down the side of his face, “I really shouldn’t. I really don’t know why, but I do.” His voice cracks at the end of his sentence, and you swear your heart shattered right there. “I… I shouldn’t have had sex with you. It’s only making everything worse for me. It’s making everything hurt so much more.”

He sits up, wiping his face, turning his back from you. He sniffs softly, letting out sharp breaths as his back trembled from his hoarse breathing.

You sit up, too. Reaching over to put your hand on his shoulder, but you hesitate.

No. If Hyunjin isn’t really who you thought he was, you want, you need to get to know the real him.

So, you make up your mind.

You get off of the table to move in front of him, and he tries to move away, his hands covering his red face. You gently grip his hands, pulling them away from his face. And it’s a sight you thought you’d never have to see. His eyes are red, his face wet and pink from the tears staining his face. It’s such a pitiful look on him, and you thought you’d never, ever see him so vulnerable. He keeps him looking down, trying to pull his hands away, but you have a tight grip on them.

“Look at me, Hyunjin.” You demand in a soft, yet firm voice. Hyunjin doesn’t for a moment, and you were about to repeat yourself, but Hyunjin’s eyes lock with yours. You give him a soft sigh and smile, “Hyunjin. You’ve proved to me that you’re not the person I thought you were. And… if you’re really not the douchebag, fuckboy and absolute asshate that I know, then… then I’ll stay by your side. Alright?”

Your heart hammers against your chest as Hyunjin’s eyes widen slightly, another tear slowly dripping down his face. You let go of one of his hands to gently rub it away with your thumb. Just below his eye. Hyunjin stares at you with wide, doubtful eyes. His lips slightly ajar as his hand trembles in yours.

So, to ease the silence, you press a gentle kiss to his lips. With no tongue, it’s an innocent kiss. He doesn’t kiss back at first, but he does after a moment.

And, the rest of that night was spent in that old art room. Either talking to each other, kissing each other or holding each other that night. You learned a lot about Hyunjin. About why he likes to fuck around, why he thinks he’s in love with you and other things about his life. You also told him a lot about you, about why you didn’t feel right about him at first.

And, by the end of that night, you could easily conclude that you’re in love with Hwang Hyunjin, and that it’s possible to fall in love with someone in the span of one night after years and years of hating each other.

[bloodycassian]

 Cauldron Damned. 

Reader x Cassian + Feyre BFF

Prompt -  bestie bestie bestie a cassian x reader fic where reader helps feyre with the cauldron - not rhys and she ya know  like rhys did and cassian basically breaks down and it’s super angsty but rhys lives so the reader gets to aswell ig tag @ bellefleurs and @ eerievixen

Her hair was a mess and painted to her neck with sweat but you still held her. Still gave and gave, until you were out of breath. Until you could feel yourself slipping. "Keep going.... You're doing so good." You panted out, trying to put a smile in your tone. She was the Mother herself, forging that cursed Cauldron back together.  Rhys was breathing heavily behind you after being knocked out by Lucien. You had given the Autumn court son a look and he had known what you needed him to do. Rhys would be snarling mad when he woke, but you knew what you had to do. To save your home, to save the entire world. Feyre was ready to risk it all, fearless and full of hope. You had to save that hope for your Court. Better you than her, better the high lady and lord survive than just an officer. You smiled at the thought of what you'd told Cassian before this final battle. Before you knew it would turn into saving the entire world from the Cauldron's vengeance.  "You better make damn sure my memorial statue looks fantastic. No priestess, though. Make sure it makes my wings stand out." You joked on the flight to the base camp. Cassian danced around death like he was it's balancing point. Like he was in tune with each and every death or life dealt. He laughed at your abruptness on the subject.  After months of skittering around each other, of trying not to stare too long or acknowledge that pull you felt towards him... It was nice to finally be alone. To let that tension ease out with a few jokes. It was too easy to be with him, like you'd known him much longer in the year of preparation for this battle.  "And you better make sure my wings are bigger than yours on that sculpture." He banked around a large cliffside and you followed, like a magnet. Like you could read his mind, you turned when he did. He rose with you, compensating for the cool mountain wind.  You rolled your eyes dramatically, flapping a bit higher than him for emphasis as you drawled out "Poor War General, his wing size matters so much to him." He shrugged, circling lower and lower with you until you were on the ground together amid a clearing. The grass was soft, covered in early morning dew. "Some say wing size dosen't matter, you know." You said with a wink, making him double over with laughter. It made you begin laughing too when he started running out of breath.  Once you had both collected yourselves, You began building a fire together. Rather, a massive bonfire that was to act as the signal to the army for where to move. His face was grim when he threw the last of the logs together. You understood why. "The Kings army will be here before us." You said, voice low. He only nodded. You kneeled in the wet grass, one knee down the other one supporting your wrist bracer. He followed you silently.  You spoke in unison, the ancient words from all the Illyrian warriors before you: "Name me God of Death today. Let us bring that name to those who do us wrong." + Feyre muttered something you couldn't hear. The darkness crept further in on you. You could see some light between your blurred vision. You could see how her hands lit up the cracks in the ancient stonework. You could feel her practically vibrating with the strain.  Your tears dribbled on to her shoulder, knowing these would be your final moments with her. Your final moments in this world. There was no better way you'd spend it than saving her. Spending those last few minutes being able to tell her how amazing she was. You felt her smile when you leaned your head against hers. Your heart ached. You whispered what you hoped were encouraging words in her ear. A rupture of sound- a crack fully mended -and your chest filled with blooming pride at your friend.  There was something crackling, ripping. You weren't sure if it was inside you or if it was the magic Feyre was performing. There was a gasp behind you and rustling, but you dared not take your concentration away from her. Away from how she leaned back into you. Dared not speak a word to distract her other than giving her those little jabs of confidence when she started to shake.  "You got it, Feyre. You can do this." You managed, before that caving feeling in your chest seemed to give in. You were breaking, you knew that much. But she wasn't done yet. Your breath leaked out from you, like you were being squeezed.  "Make it all worth it, Feyre." You managed to whisper out before you could no longer hold yourself up anymore. You laid back, your legs wrapped around her, mirroring her own. You hooked a foot on top of hers and gave her what you could from where you crumpled.  Death was easy, slow. Like a soft lullaby taking you away. You knew what lay before your body, and only hoped you were enough to get Feyre to where she could mend the rest on her own. You gave her all of your soul, all your being. She had to make it. You let the wave of that soft lullaby take you under.  + Cassian didnt think before shoving his way through the crowd into the tent. Didnt consider what he might find there, and how his heart may be ripped from him at the sight of it. The death that crept at that tent was a feeling he wouldnt forget in a thousand lifetimes.  His best friends lying unconscious on the floor before the cauldron. He went numb, still like a cold glacier. Lucien frantically shook Rhys, attempting to wake him. Cassian's head roared and he was falling to his knees at your side. He took your head in his lap, gently. As if he could still hurt you. He didn't notice he was crying until he saw the fat teardrops on your cheek. He wiped them away, leaving dirt smeared there. Another yell of anguish, and Rhys was coming to. From the sound of the yelling or from Lucien shaking him.  Azriel entered the tent then, solemn. Then his eyes widened. Those shadows darted around the room, taking each member of the court into account. The shadowmaster rushed to Feyre, checking her pulse and sighing. He noted the way your leg tangled around hers. His heart gave a painful squeeze. He saw both his brothers in agony. And he swore on his life there would be no place for the cauldron to be found again. Cassian cradled his mate's head in his lap, rocking gently. Rhys' dark power cracked the sky outside the tent once he was conscious.  Rhys rushed to Feyre, scooping her in his arms. He brushed her hair back from her face. Azriel could practically hear the mental screaming coming from both of them. The shadowmaster laid a hand on top of yours, closing his eyes and letting his tendrils of power, of those whispering shadows reach out. They circled your head, slowly like a snake.  He felt that song then, singing back with his own. The essence of your soul, dancing around your aura.  His eyes flashed open in surprise, then a manic laugh rumbled from his chest. "Rhys-" He breathed, pulling his attention away from a waking Feyre. Cassian looked up in a flash at his brothers, watching them exchange looks.  "Bring my mate back now." Cassian growled at Rhys. The tone was utterly deadly. Promises of death from the Lord of Bloodshed if his command was not answered. Azriel's eyes darted between his brothers. As if he was expecting Cassian to attack. The high lord would have been gaping at him if he hadn't experienced the same pain of almost losing a mate. He nodded, pulling himself together long enough to enter your vacant mind. Then the cauldron was humming, as he dipped a mental hand into it as well. +  Rhys' commanding voice rang out over your land of lavender and sunshine. "She will miss you." His voice was soft, but the attention it drew was still there. The meadow you laid in was softer than any silk in Velaris. More luxurious than any chair made to accompany your wings. You sighed, taking in the sweet scent before he spoke again.  "Too much, I believe. Especially when she hears about what you did to save her." He appeared at the edge of the soft meadow, the grass around him waving like the sea. You sat up, dazzled at the sight of him here. In such a bright, lovely place. His tanned face seemed to glow with the smile he held for you. "I'm tired." You said, voice groggy. You wanted to lay back down. You closed your eyes, for just a second and when you opened again he was in front of you, crouched. He held a tattooed hand out, giving you a nod. "Just come with me and you can nap all you want." His eyes sparkled. Not with that starlit power, but with tears ready to spill over.  You took that hand and closed your eyes.  + Feyre's warm hand in yours was the first thing you felt when you woke. Rhys held her in the corner atop a pelt rug beside you. The brothers leaned against each other. Rhys played with Feyre's hair as she rested. The sight of them together, him protecting her so well made your heart sing in approval. you knew she always deserved someone as good as Rhys. The fire where the Cauldron once was made the tent cozy. There were no sounds other than the soft breathing and the occasional pop of wood on the fire.   Azriel sat at the door, sword on his lap. Ready to kill if anyone dared enter. Then, you looked to the softness that cradled you. Cassian's face was covered in dirt, blood and more. He looked exhausted. Like he had been beaten, lost and beaten again. You tried a weak smile at him.  Clean rivers ran down from his eyes, revealing the dark skin underneath. "I couldn't let you get a statue without me." He said, voice trembling. You smiled the best you could and reached a hand to stroke his cheek.  "How-" You began, but he shushed you. "Just..rest for now. We can talk in the morning." He brushed a thumb over a silent tear that trickled from your eye. You nodded, and let him pull the blanket more firmly around you. Lulling you to sleep with soft humming.

[quirklessidiot]

title : cigarettes and parfaits [2] pairing : older!nanami kento x younger!reader [13 year age gap, ft toji fushiguro] Genre: romance, fluff, josei, mild angst, comedy, strangers to lovers au

Summary: you’re pretty sure you’d remember marrying a man 13 years older than you, right?

Warnings: alcohol, smoking, mild smut, y/n making stupid decisions, everyones a human-au so yeh non-canon stuff and everyone’s happy (periODT) Notes: tbh idk how marriage works in japan, all i know is that once you have both your signatures in the marriage registration certificate with one witness then you guys r married skdjssks anyways onto the story- also might i add this is happy story?? i promise yall, all youll see is cute stuff in this story bcos fuck angst (ok maybe lil angst since you know plot development) but i stand by that nanami kento deserves that trip to malaysia under the sun with his lover! before i forget to add, the age dynamics is that y/n is around 25 and nanami is 38. no power play and all that, just two healthy consenting adults! sorry for the early delete had some minor corrections :( 

Izakaya-informal japanese bar

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*13 hours earlier; a night before at some random Izakaya in Tokyo*

You sat in front of your phone and three bottles of saki, despite your friends advising you countless of times to lay off drinking too much, all sense and warnings are thrown off the window tonight.

You’re clearly far from sobriety as you recall the video chat with your otosan not looking too good and bright, “Why don’t you move back home? It’s not like the teaching job at tokyo is all that great! You’re alone there and your obachan and I don’t like that a lot…” your father’s words haunt you again and again.

Just what was wrong with living alone? And excuse your otosan but you definitely had a very good job at Tokyo High (It was a prestigious academy that paid well, best job out there that you still didn’t know how you landed). You mumbled a few curses underneath your breath, Oh, how much you love that oaf of a father and worrywart of a grandmother but could they lay off the idea of settling down? You were a responsible and good child who never had stepped a toe out of line. Wasn’t that enough already? You immediately downed the drink and let the saki burn your throat down.

“Oh ho, slow down there.” You hear someone say, “You’re all alone and it seems like you have no one to help you back home.”

It seemed like the men on the opposite side of the bar had noticed you.

“I can take myself home, thank you very much.” You mumbled, loud enough for them to hear. Unlike older men who liked to prey on you for your innocent stature. The men who sat across you in the Izakaya didn’t really exude that sort of energy (what can you say, you had a knack of experiencing that, unfortunately).

“Are you sure? We can ask the owner to call a cab for you. She’s a woman and she’s a friend of ours.” the other one in robes pipes in, wait, was that a Buddhist monk?

“No, I’m good. It’s just…” You paused before letting out a long sigh, “A bad time so I need to stick around for a bit.”

The white-haired stranger tilts his head just a bit, “Seems like you and a friend of mine are both going through some rough patches.” he replied, pointing towards his blonde company who you didn’t notice until now.

You wordlessly shifted your gaze towards the office worker next to the Buddhist monk, you hadn’t noticed the blonde man until now. It seemed like he was going through a rough time too since the pair was loud and boisterous enough to conceal his silent presence.

You notice how out of place he looks with his crisp and clean suit, hard gaze, and silence. It made you wonder what sort of man hangs out with two contrasting personalities, “You’re wondering if he’s our friend or our boss, aren’t ya?” the white-haired man asks.

You immediately turn red in embarrassment, were you that easy to read? You try to stutter out an apology but the monk waves it off, “It’s alright, we get it all the time. Contrary to popular belief, Kento is two years younger than us and is our junior from high school.” He smiles.

“Ah,” you nodded mutely, “Sorry. It definitely wouldn’t make sense to see a boss and his subordinates at an Izakaya.”

“Oh, Kento-chan doesn’t usually go out drinking but he couldn’t resist. After all, he’s a father with two very emotional teenage boys.” The white-haired man teased in a sing-song voice. It seemed like the three were close, with the way they were carelessly lounging around the stoic and kind-of scary man.

“I’m starting to wonder if he gets that teasing attitude from you.” The blonde man, seemingly out of his trance, called out his friend. Contrasting to his aloof features, he didn’t mask the annoyance in his tone.

“Oh, uh, do you need help?” you quietly asked, tilting your head to the side in wonder. The blonde man’s head snapped to your direction and quirked a brow.

“And you are?” he seemed to be calculating and observing you from head to toe. It suddenly made you a bit self-conscious because this older gentleman had no business being this good looking and scary at the same time.

“Oh, I’m Y/N by the way. I’m actually a high school teacher.” You introduced yourself sheepishly, “I’m always surrounded by angsty teenagers.”

His gaze narrowed just a bit, it seemed like he’ll be giving you the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he was a bit desperate since he was getting advice from a drunk stranger in an Izakaya out of all places, “So what seems to be the problem, Ojisan?”

He’s still quite hesitant so it’s his white haired friend who speaks out for him, “You see, Kento-chan here just moved last week because of a promotion from Kyoto.” he grins, telling the story for his friend, “His kids aren’t very keen with the moving, well one of them is outright showing it and the other one is well keeping it in since he’s just the sweeter one.”

The white-haired stranger keeps babbling on about how his friend had regretted taking the work promotion because it feels like he shouldn’t have done that. You peerlessly observe the older man’s reaction while his friend talks about his problems to you. He remains stoic.

It didn’t look like it but it seemed like this man had such a soft spot for his kids.

How nice, his wife must be proud of him.

“... and before I forget to add, Kento-chan is very much single.”

You almost choke on your saliva, this friend of his sure knew how to run his mouth. It suddenly dawns upon you why this man had been very worried, he was a single parent who only wanted what was best for his boys but he didn’t even know how he should proceed now.

“Um, ojisan?” You quietly call out, “I think you’re doing great.”

Silence lingered in the air for a bit, you cringed at your rather awkward and forward approach, “Excuse me?” the older blonde man asked, clearly dismayed by your response.

“It’s just…” you ears turn red, not from the alcohol but from embarrassment, “You wouldn’t have moved in the first place if the pay wasn’t better than your old job, right? Plus you’re alone and raising two kids. It definitely isn’t easy to provide for everything alone but I can see that you did some careful reevaluation on the whole thing. Obviously you can’t avoid the fact that they feel bad but you can sit them down and talk to them about how the whole thing was beneficial not just for you but for them too.”

You spoke way too quickly that you wondered if the man could understand you.

The blonde man holds his breath for a moment, “I know…” he mumbles, “I just don’t really know how to talk to them.”

“Well, maybe you could take them out?” You advised, “Spend a whole day with them for a while and just move around with them. Help them get acquainted around their new school or something!”

You watch him silently look at his glass and think it over. Man, if this guy wasn’t older, your obaasan would outright agree and tell you to go out with him since she was never fond of how men weren’t as calm or laid back as he was.

“That sounds plausible. Thank you, Y/N-san.” his voice turned a bit softer and you feel your stomach turn just a little queasy by his tone. God, was the alcohol this bad?

“Well, would ya look at that.” the white-haired man grins, placing his drink up as if he was signaling everyone to cheers with him, “I told you drinking at an Izakaya would solve all your problems. For that, we should drink here again next week!”

The man glared at him yet again, “No. I should be heading home now. I can’t be anymore away from S-”

“Ah, ah. You promised that you’d stay until 2 am.” The white-haired man hushed, “Or I’ll be pestering you for a whole month.”

You could definitely tell that a vein popped on his forehead and his blood pressure was shooting up. Man, you were really starting to doubt that white-haired man was older than everyone in this room. He sure had the mental age of an elementary student.

“You also said I could leave after five drinks.”

“That’s only your second.”

“Satoru…” the Buddhist monk dangerously hovers over his white-haired friend. Wow, middle-age men sure were amusing, “You don’t even drink that well and he has to drive home…”

“Tit for tat, I’ll hire one of my personnel to drive you home after five drinks and I’ll leave you alone for a wee-”

“Please just leave me alone for my whole life.” the blonde man deadpanned.

Unlike you, he wasn't such a bad drinker. Four bottles for him and one more drink for you later, you're both kind of woozy and you had gotten on even friendlier terms with the three men who you now know as Geto-ojisan, Gojo-ojisan, and finally, Nanami-ojisan. Nanami was well into his late thirties while Geto and Gojo were in their forties.

If you were sober, you wouldn’t be making friends with older men. With stories of how easily young people are taken advantage of in the big city, you’d swerve away from them. Luckily, it seemed like they were a good trio and not once did they invite you to sit on their table so you had some good distance between you four and so far, they hadn’t tried anything funny or uncomfortable.

Geto is currently a lawyer, Gojo’s apparently some swanky businessman of god knows what        you heard jewelry or something      and Nanami was an accountant. A job that he described was ‘dead-end’ and ‘fucking boring’.

“...What happened to your wife, Nanami-ojisan?” you ask, the alcohol slowly shedding your shyness away.

“I told ya, Y/N-chan. He never was married. The way he got the kids was just complicated!” Gojo Satoru frowns, splaying his long limbs in the air, for a man so enthusiastic with drinking, he sure got drunk pretty quickly.

“Really? Didn’t you have a hard time? Wow…” you whistled, “I have such high…” you raised your hand as high as you could, “...respects for like, single parents!”

“See? See? But he can’t get a partner because of that Y/N-chan.” Gojo pouts, “...We’ve been setting him up on dates and such but he keeps bailing on them!”

“I have kids.” Nanami deadpans, narrowing his eyes.

“What my friends are trying to say, Kento has a number of opportunities to bring a partner into his life but he likes to use the boys and his work as an excuse.” Geto surmised, it seemed like the lawyer was also starting to feel the effects of the alcohol since he had become more talkative.

“He’s good-looking, right Y/N-chan? If he probably didn’t act like some fossil from the Triassic period, he wouldn’t have a problem sometimes about the boys having a mother figure!” Gojo rants, making Nanami flick his forehead.

“Idiot, must you tell this stranger all my problems?” Nanami harshly interjected.

“Well, you do know that to actually get a partner, you must get out there, right ojisan?” you try to calm him down, you didn’t want a bar fight to erupt.

“I know.” he rolls his eyes, “But the kids-”

“I know.” You try to smile, “You aren’t very interested in bringing just anyone in your life, right? The boys need a permanent figure and you think dating around is going to help.”

“Holy shit, Y/N-chan.” Gojo exclaims, “I thought you were a teacher? How come you know all this shit?”

“It’s basic, Gojo-san.” you smile, ready to take another swig of your saki, “You should take into consideration that Nanami-san isn’t just anyone who’d settle for less. He needs stability since he’s technically a parent.”

“That makes you a perfect pair, don’t you think?” Geto nonchalantly replies, “I mean, you need a stable man in your life who has all of it figured out and wouldn’t hold you back at all while Kento here needs a person who could not only be a good parent but also be as understanding.”

“That’s…” you chuckle, he technically was right, “That’s definitely odd how all our problems will be solved if we both just went out together.”

“... looks young enough to be my child.” Nanami rejoined, “why would Y/N-san like-”

“I mean, you’re good looking.” you shrug, rather shamelessly, “I wouldn’t mind going out with you. Heck, I wouldn’t mind if I married you.”

Gojo spits out the saki he was drinking all over the table and that makes you cringe in disgust, “As long as he doesn’t get invited to the wedding. I’d marry you. If you’d like we could even get married right here, right now.” you proudly proclaim.

The blonde man is thrown off by your statement yet he’s too drunk to even sip in the seriousness of your words, “Well as much as I agree on not inviting Gojo to my wedding, I don’t know-” he tries to explain.

“You know what, isn’t Geto-san a lawyer? He could have it notarized and all that right now then we could get married. I’ll be a great mom and help you out then you could help me get my family off my back. You scratch my back, I scratch yours!”

Geto is definitely in shock, how odd was it that he even had a marriage registration certificate in his briefcase back in the car too?

You both could just sign it and Satoru could sign it as your witness and he could have it officially notarized since he had his seal back there too.

Solved.

“So, Nanami-san, what do you say? Wanna marry me?”

Oh god, were you shameless.

Who in the right mind would marry a stranger, one who was thirteen years older and a father?

One thing was for sure, your friends were right. You definitely needed to stay away from alcohol.

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