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charmandabear · 6 months

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Summary

I got mad when the game wouldn't let me hug him after the Cazador fight. So I fixed it. Plus a bit more steaminess in the graveyard scene. (Also, yes, I'm insufferable about this title.)

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Tav Rating: M Word Count: 4.5k Tags/Warnings: post-Cazador fight, Act 3 spoilers, blood kink, biting, hurt/comfort, fluff and angst, soft dom Astarion, enthusiastic consent

It's been a good 10 years since I've written fanfiction and probably about 20 since I've published any online. This boy got me down BAD. I made an AO3 account for this fucker. (Which you can find here.)

“I can do this, but I need your help.”

You’ve never heard him plead like this. He’s usually so cool and confident. He doesn’t need anyone if he can help it. But this is different. Standing over Cazador, dagger in hand, fear and desperation in his eyes.

“I’ll be free - truly, completely free. Isn’t that what you want?”

He knows how to make your heart melt and break all at the same time. Gods, yes, of course that’s what you want, more than anything in the world. For him to be free to live the life that he never got to have, the life that Cazador stole away from him. He was so young when he got turned. And if he doesn’t take this chance, then as soon as you manage to get these damned tadpoles out of your head he’ll be relegated to the shadows once again. You can’t do that to him.

But this isn’t it. This won’t give him the freedom he so desperately craves, no, deserves. It’s just another form of chains. You take a shaky breath and prepare yourself for his disapproving glare.

“I know you think this will set you free, but it won’t. This power will trap you, just like it trapped Cazador.”

Astarion’s face goes slack, the recognition of the cycle of abuse suddenly clear. His eyes on you soften as he murmurs, “You– you’re right. I can be better than him.” He turns a steely gaze back to Cazador.

“But I’m not above enjoying this.”

With a ferocity that you haven’t yet seen in Astarion, he yanks Cazador’s head back and starts viciously stabbing into his neck. Two hundred years of pent up fury and revenge release in a matter of moments. At a certain point, he’s not even stabbing the man, but rather the idea of Cazador and everything he represents.

Eventually he slows and drops Cazador’s limp body to the ground. The dagger falls with a clatter, and Astarion takes a step back. His eyes finally come back into focus and he realizes that it’s over. Really, truly, over. He’s finally free.

His face is awash with an overwhelm of emotions that you can’t identify. He’s panting, first from the physical exertion and then the sobs that wrack his body. He lets out a howling cry filled with pain and suffering and relief and anguish and he falls to his knees, shoulders shaking. Up until this point, you and the rest of your party have been frozen to the spot as you watched Astarion claim his revenge. But something in you breaks free and you rush to his side. Where you need to be. Where you belong.

You grab him tight in your arms and curl into his neck, your own tears mixing with the blood and grime on his bare shoulder. You think with an almost sardonic humor how often your positions have been reversed. Whereas when he leaned into your neck it was often with hunger, or lust, or even just a flirty playfulness, now all you could bring is a shared pain and comfort. You plant a tender kiss just below his ear and he looks at you with tearful eyes, an unidentifiable question present. You wrap your hand around the base of his neck, fingers raking through bloodstained silver curls. Pressing your foreheads together, you sync up your breaths with his, trying to slow them back to an even rhythm. Gods, you love this man so much.

You finally dare to break the silence, whispering, “Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?” He lets out a weary chuckle and nods. You take one more look into those wet crimson eyes, bloodshot and tired, and smear some of Cazador’s blood left on his cheek in an attempt to wipe away his tears. He takes your hand and kisses your fingertips gently. You suddenly become aware that the other six spawn have been released from their soul-draining chains and are approaching, just as tired and sweaty as the rest of you. The two of you slowly get up to your feet, each helping the other in the process.

“Is… is it over? Is he…?” The woman you vaguely recall meeting in the flophouse in Wyrm’s Crossing, Dalyria, cautiously peers at Cazador’s body. Astarion lets out one final sigh, his breathing finally returning to normal.

“Yes. He’s gone.” He sounds like he can hardly believe it himself. As though saying the words aloud might somehow break a spell and make them untrue.

“What does that mean for us?” Petras, you think, comes up behind Dal. You do remember meeting him, feeling like he was like a knockoff version of Astarion. Trying all the same moves with half of the charm. You feel bad, now, about that judgemental assessment. He looks like such a lost little boy.

“It means you have a choice,” he says with exasperation. Sibling bonds, even when forged in fire, never die. “You can hide here, living in the shadows, like parasites.” His voice is filled with venom. “Or you can be more than what he made us to be. You can choose differently, of course. But the consequences are on your head.”

“What does it mean for them?” Dal asks, and Astarion falters slightly.

“Ah. Now that is a question…” You can tell he had been trying not to think about the seven thousand vampire spawn locked up in the dungeons. He was trying to get Sebastian out of his mind since their conversation. You don’t blame him, honestly. Astarion may have been forced to do Cazador’s bidding, but that doesn’t make the fallout from that any less reprehensible. Worse even that he was good at it.

Astarion had taken a step away from you to talk to his siblings, and you can see him beginning to spiral. You close the distance again and lay a hand on his shoulder. You can feel him start under your touch.

“Let’s release them,” you offer quietly. “They deserve the same chance you got.” You have no idea who Astarion would be right now if he hadn’t gotten kidnapped by the Illithid. If he hadn’t been on this journey, seen everything he had seen. Met you. Honestly, you don’t know who you’d even be if you hadn’t met him either. The thought alone makes you run cold.

“You’re right,” he breathes barely above a whisper. “The poor wretches in the cells are innocent. They shouldn’t have to suffer just because I-” his voice catches in his throat and you see him shake off a dark thought, “lured them here.” He reaches down to pick up Cazador’s staff - Woe, you think it’s called - with a hand still stained reddish black with the vampire’s blood. He looks at it for a moment, considering it carefully, and everything this staff had ever meant. Then he slams it on the ground, red waves of energy emanating from it, using its power to unlock every single one of the cells in the dungeon.

“They’ll need someone to lead them. Take the tunnels into the Underdark. Find somewhere… well, not safe, but less perilous.” Petras eyes light up with fear.

“What? No, we can’t-” he begins desperately, but Astarion cuts him off with a hand.

“Just try to keep them out of trouble.” The exasperated tone is back. How often had he needed to manage Petras’ emotions as much as his own? You vaguely wonder if Petras looked to Astarion as a role model. The other six spawn walk off slowly, exhausted but clearly relieved to be starting anew.

You turn to Astarion, who has just finished redonning his armor that Cazador had stripped him of. His gaze is glassy; you’ve seen this look before, sometimes even when you’re in bed together. He might as well be a million miles away. You gently touch his arm to bring him back to you. He jumps slightly, then a wan smile touches his lips, but not his eyes.

“That’s it. He’s gone. After all these years – these centuries – it’s really over.” He shuffles his feet, antsy and tired at the same time. You hesitate a moment, unsure of the best way to respond, but you finally settle on, “I’m proud of you. You did the right thing.” His smile isn’t free of bitterness.

“I’m glad you think so, because I’m not so sure.” His eyes flick up back to you, but that glassy look has returned. “I just feel numb. What I’ve lost, what I’ve gained – it’s all so much. And gods, all those spawn, free in the Underdark. I need some time, I think. Just to let it all sink in.” You reach out to touch his face comfortingly. Your heart sinks as he gently pushes your hand away, but it settles when he doesn’t let go of it.

“Let’s just go. This place reeks of death and I want to feel alive again.” He gives your fingers a small squeeze and then walks off ahead of your party, making his way down the long corridor into Cazador’s dungeon. Well, not Cazador’s anymore. You briefly wonder what’s going to happen to this place.

At the end of the hallway, you see the Gur standing there, too late to be even remotely useful. You struggle to keep a scowl off your face. You hate how they treated Astarion in your last encounter. You could be sympathetic of their pain, of course; they’ve lost so much to Astarion’s actions. But the fact that they offered no sympathy for him back, the fact that they could barely acknowledge that he was a victim himself? Absolutely despicable.

Ulma stands at the head of the group, and her scowl matches yours. “You killed one vampire, but released seven thousand of his spawn? Have you lost all sense?”

“They were innocents. To kill them would have been an even greater crime.” Astarion couldn’t possibly sound more tired. You don’t blame him, these are the last people he wants to defend himself against right now.

“Some of those innocents are your fucking kids,” you grumble under your breath, hopefully not enough for Ulma to hear, but just enough for Astarion’s benefit. It’s clear that she couldn’t when she retorts, “And our children? What of their fate?”

“Cazador turned everyone we brought him into spawn. I can only assume your children are somewhere in those wretched cells. You’ll find them in the Underdark, although you may not like what you find.” The grief is plain in Ulma’s face, as well as the rest of the Gur. You feel a little more sympathy for them, but still no warmth.

“This is…” Ulma searches for the right word to capture the enormity of the situation, “difficult news.” She probably could’ve done better. “We will need to decide what this means.” She lets out a heavy sigh. “Thank you for what you have done – slaying Cazador was a great justice. As for the rest… well, time will tell.” Astarion nods curtly, and you’re relieved to be able to push past them and leave.

You and your party finally trudge back to Elfsong Tavern to rest. The rest of your companions are eager to gossip about the day’s events, everyone having something to say. You shield Astarion from their nosiness and distract them while he bathes in the tub in the corner, washing away more than just the physical dirt.

Later that evening as everyone else is beginning to tuck into bed, Astarion comes to you, finally ready to talk again. You can smell his signature fragrance, an earthy citrus with an undertone of spice, and it’s positively intoxicating. You’ve grown to really love that smell, and even the slightest whiff makes your head spin. For the first time maybe ever since you met, his eyes look… soft. Almost warm, even.

“I should probably start getting used to the shadows, again,” he muses with a light smile. “Who knows how long I have left in the sun?” Your heart drops. This had been your greatest fear, that he would feel resentful of the fact that you convinced him not to go through with the ritual, thereby committing him to an indefinite lifetime in the darkness. You know how much he’s grown to love the feeling of the sun on his skin. Not to mention how it makes his skin look, soft and kissable.

“Don’t say that,” you plead with him. “We could still find a way to control the tadpole.” He shakes his head, his freshly washed curls bouncing slightly.

“Maybe, but even if I could control it, it’s a dangerous game. I’d spend every day waiting for something to go wrong. For the tadpole to find a new trick, reassert itself, make me a slave again.” His eyes grow lighter, discovering the truth of what he’s saying as he says it. “Maybe never seeing the sun again is just the price of freedom.” You reach out and give his arm a reassuring squeeze, relishing the feel of his cool, toned arm beneath the warm linen. Even after all this time, being this close to him makes you a little lightheaded. You feel the blood rush to your cheeks and neck, almost as though it’s aching to be drunk.

“I’ll be with you either way,” you breathe softly. You can’t help but glance at his lips. “I hope you know that.”

“I think I do.” He sounds genuine, a bit of a rarity for him. Lest anyone believes Astarion to have a sincere bone in his body, he adds, “Assuming we survive, of course. Because a horrible death is always just around the corner with you.” You playfully shove his shoulder for teasing you. He laughs and gently pulls you in by your lower back and you feel the heat rising again. Your breath catches as his eyes rake over your body and face. He lingers on your lips for a moment before darting back up to your eyes.

“There’s… something I’d like to show you, if that’s alright? Something out in the city.” He cocks his head and looks at you with an almost impossible combination of bashfulness and lust. Being this close to him and breathing in his heady scent makes you dizzy. You manage to recover just enough to quip, “If you want to sneak off for a cuddle, you can just ask.” He lets you go and you feel a significant drop in your internal temperature.

“I’ll try to restrain myself if you do,” he says with a cheeky smile. He takes you gently by the hand and leads you out the Elfsong Tavern.

The graveyard is quiet, almost serene. Astarion walks forward towards a tombstone covered in ivy and, with something bordering on reverence, brushes the vines away to reveal the text engraved in the crumbling stone.

Astarion Ancunin 1229 DR - 1268 DR

He wipes the dirt off his hands and steps back next to you to get a better view of the stone. You stand together in silence for a moment, as if in prayer.

“Nearly two hundred years and I never came back. Not since the night I woke up down there.” His gaze is overtaken by that glassy look, the one you recognize to be him reliving his trauma. “I had to punch a hole in the coffin and claw my way through six feet of dirt. Then when I finally broke the surface, retching up dirt and congealed blood, Cazador was waiting. From that day on I was his.” He sneers at the memory. Then he pauses, considering, “Until today.”

He comes back to himself with a shake of his head, and his eyes return to this plane. He adds, as much to himself as to you, “Now I need to figure out who I am. What I want.”

“And what do you want?” Your mouth is dry as you ask the question. You can hope for the answer, but you wouldn’t dare presume. He might need to figure that out on his own, and if that’s the case, you will respect that.

He turns to face you, his red eyes full of more warmth than you’ve ever seen. Your heart leaps into your throat as he smiles and says, “You… I want you.

“You were by my side through all of this. Through bloodlust and pain and misery. You were patient. You cared.” As he’s speaking your heart starts beating loudly, blood pumping through your arteries at an almost vulgar rate. You know he can tell, and he chuckles softly. Cupping his hand below your ear and gently stroking your cheek with his thumb, he adds teasingly, “You trusted me when that was an objectively stupid thing to do.” He pulls you even closer and rests his forehead against yours. You could never get tired of this. As much as you love those moments filled with heat and lust, there’s something so tender about these intimate gestures that aren’t about sex.

“I feel safe with you. Seen. And whatever the future holds for me, I don’t want to lose that.” You grasp at the back of his shirt, looking for purchase as you fall so much more deeply for him. Your voice is barely above a whisper as you breathe, “You won’t. Whatever comes next, I’ve got you.”

“Thank you.”

You two stand there for what feels like both an eternity and a fraction of a second before he pulls away and looks at the grave again.

“Well. I should probably fix this.” He pulls a dagger from his belt with practiced fingers and kneels beside the stone, carving something into it. You kneel beside him and see that it now reads

Astarion Ancunin 1229 DR - 1268 DR 1492 DR -

His new life. For the first time in two hundred years, he can call it his own. You find yourself at a loss of what to do, or what to add, so you self-consciously pick up a nearby wildflower and gently place it at the base of his gravestone. He glances at you sideways and smirks, “Cute.” You both sit back on your heels to admire his work. He heaves a great sigh, letting go of centuries of tension and fear.

“I’ve been dead in the ground for long enough. It’s time to start living again.” He turns to you and takes your hands. “With everything life has to offer.” His voice has taken on that gravelly tone that sends a shiver up your spine. You don’t want to pressure him, of course, but your desire for his touch is getting harder to ignore. These gentle grazes, lovely though they’ve been, have set your skin aflame.

“Meaning…?”

His eyes glint mischievously and that familiar flirty lilt comes back to his voice. “If a night of passion is on offer, I could be persuaded.” Your body leans toward him instinctively, breath heavy in your chest. The words are out of your mouth before your brain catches up, “Sounds good to me.” He gets close to your face and you can feel his breath on your lips before he pulls away suddenly. He’s teasing you, and you know that he’s relishing in the satisfaction of it.

“You know,” he says with a feigned innocence, as though he doesn’t know the effect he has on you, “I didn’t care for you when we first met.” The sudden shift in tone knocks you back to reality, and you can’t help but laugh. He impishly glances up at you through his lashes.

“But I do now. Being with you is about more than lust or manipulating you into a tactical alliance.” He takes your hand, cheekiness gone, and looks you squarely in the eye with a rare earnestness. “I love you. I love this. And I want it all.” You will never tire of hearing those words. He reaches behind your ear and tenderly pulls you closer to him, finally giving your lips the reprieve they’ve been so desperate for. It’s a soft kiss, gentle, yet it still makes you burn up inside.

He pulls away far too soon, and you gaze back at him with starry eyes. His features is soft and smiley, but in an instant he raises on his knees so he’s towering over you and he takes on that stern expression that makes your temperature rise. He shoves you back onto your elbows before bending down to crawl up your torso hungrily. He kisses you again, this time with more intensity. He pins you down with the weight of his chest and then traps you further by nudging your leg up with his knee, eliciting a small gasp of surprise from you. You couldn’t escape even if you wanted to. And you most certainly don’t want to.

His body presses against yours and you curl your leg around him, pulling him tighter. An almost imperceptible grunt escapes his lips and you smile through your kiss. You can feel his smile in return and you lace your fingers into his silvery hair. He deepens the kiss, rolling his hips harder against you and your mouth opens involuntarily. He takes advantage of this momentary lapse and makes his way toward your neck, marking the trail with kisses. You seize up and your fingers tighten in his hair, encouraging him silently. But he needs more than that, and you know exactly how he’ll respond.

“Use your words,” he hums between kisses. You squirm beneath him, trying to sound even remotely dignified.

“You can,” you manage to gasp out as you try to suppress the moans that his lips are tearing from your throat. He flicks his tongue right over his usual puncture wounds and then gently trails it up the shell of your ear. You shiver with the intensity of it all.

“I can… what? I can’t know unless you tell me.” How the fuck does his voice stay this even? You can bearly even think straight, let alone string full sentences together. And yet he remains calm, nigh indifferent to the effect he’s having on you. But as cool as he is on the surface, you know how much he wants it. You both love the teasing, each night a challenge to see who can outlast the other.

“You can bite me,” you breathe and he nips at your ear ever so lightly, causing you to choke out the last few words, “if you want.”

“If I want? But what do you want?” He emphasizes the pronouns in a singsongy tone, and even hearing “I” and “you” in the same sentence does it for you. He’s still grinding against you all while assaulting your neck with filthy kisses. You try to remember what words are.

“I want you,” you gasp, trying to keep your words legible, “to bite me.” You suck in sharply through your teeth as he hitches your leg up a little higher. He grabs both of your wrists in one hand and pins them above your head.

“Are you sure?” his tone is still infuriatingly innocent. He knows how much you want this, and you know what he wants in return. You’re not quite ready to give it to him yet. But gods how you wish he would break first tonight. Odds aren’t looking great as his free hand slips behind your lower back causing you to arch it off the ground slightly.

“Yes,” you groan in agony as his lips continues their heinous walk up and down your neck and collarbone. “Please, Astarion. I want you to.” He nips you again at the same time that he presses his thigh right at the apex between your legs. He tightens his grip on your wrists and whispers sharply in your ear.

“Beg for it.”

That’s it. You’ve lost. You cry out in a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. The words come tumbling out of you, unbidden and unburdened.

“Please, Astarion, bite me. Please please please. Bite me. I want to feel your fangs pierce my skin. I want to know the feeling of my blood inside you. Gods, please, I can’t take it any longer and if you don’t bite me soon I think I might-”

Thank the realms that he cuts you off in that moment, acquiescing to your begging, because you have no idea how you planned to finish that sentence. The sharp moment of pleasure as he sinks in, followed by the loveliness of feeling your blood flow into his mouth. It makes you feel slightly lightheaded, and the high it gives you is better than any you might hope to achieve on Elendren pipeweed. The gentle feeling of his tongue lapping at your neck contrasts beautifully with the sharp tension of him sucking the blood out of you. You can feel him starting to get lost in your neck, his grip on your wrists loosening. You use this moment of vulnerability in Astarion to get him back by arching your back even more to move your hips against his. You hear the sudden intake of breath through his nose and you smile to yourself smugly. He knows what you did and isn’t about to take it lying down, metaphorically speaking.

Once he’s had his fill he draws away from your neck, lips stained red with your blood. He sits up again, one knee between your legs as he looks down on you. He tsks quietly as he shakes his head, drawling, “So naughty. What am I to do with you?” You prop yourself up on your elbows and return his gaze wickedly, your blood tickling your neck as it drips down toward your shoulder. He swipes at the drop with a long pale finger and lasciviously sucks your blood off his fingertip. Your smug grin is back, knowing how weak he is for you.

His face drops into that stern expression again, but this time a devilish smile plays on his lips. He puts his hand on your chest gently, then takes a hard turn as he grabs you by the throat. Not enough to be painful, nor enough to constrict your breathing, but just enough for him to have control. He studies your face for a moment, admiring its beauty, before he yanks you upward commanding you to look him in the eye. He leans in for a forceful kiss as he keeps his hand tight beneath your jaw. You start to lose yourself in the kiss, melting into him, and he takes the opportunity to sharply push you away, his pointer lingering on your chin to show that he’s still in control of where you look. He lets you go and leans back confidently, enjoying how you’ve become extremely pliable in his hands.

He stands to loom over you for a second more, then reaches for your hand to pull you up. You’re completely under his power and couldn’t be more than happy to give him whatever he wants. You take his hand and he pulls it behind his back, pressing your chest into his.

“You’d better be good for me,” he murmurs against your lips, once again denying the kiss you ache for. “We wouldn’t want to punish any bad behavior, now would we?” He caresses your face momentarily and then turns with your hand still in his and pulls you toward… somewhere. Honestly, you couldn’t care where. You love him, and you love this, and you’ll go wherever he leads.

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elyvorg · 9 months

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The Real Reason That Sissel Refused to Help

(or: the subtle genius of Ghost Trick’s tutorial)

“I just want to find my own lost memory. I’m sorry, but I can’t help you.”

Here’s a post in which I talk about this particular part of Ghost Trick’s story, which I’m keeping as vague as possible outside of the spoiler cut, but those who’ve finished the game should know what I’m referring to. What’s actually going on here is rather interesting, and paints our friend Sissel in a much less negative light than the face-value assumption I tend to see most people jumping to with this.

First, though, I have written a fic illustrating this idea in narrative form rather than lengthily explaining it. If you’re interested, I recommend you go read that first before reading this, because being shown is more fun than being told!

(Also, spoilers, obviously. Go play Ghost Trick if you haven’t; it’s so good and absolutely not the kind of thing you want to be spoiled for.)

So, in the original timeline, Sissel refused to help Missile save his mistresses, stating that he just wants to find his own lost memories.

It could easily seem at a glance like Sissel’s character development over the course of the game is that he started off selfish, only caring about his own mystery, and it’s only through getting attached to everyone throughout the night that he begins to care about others and the bigger picture. As such, his refusal to help Missile in the original timeline is easy to read as being born of that, since this was early on when Sissel still only cared about himself.

But… it’s not actually that simple, because Sissel isn’t as selfish in the beginning as one might think. Sure, he’ll say things like “I have to focus on my own mystery”, or “this is all for my own benefit”. But that doesn’t actually match up with his actions. His own mystery may be, in theory, his number one priority, but a remarkably close second priority for him is to save the lives of any dead person he happens to come across. Even very early on, before he’s grown to care about any of these people!

He doesn’t hesitate to save Missile, despite having zero reason to assume that this little doggie will be any help with his mystery. The second time he finds Lynne dead, when he’s getting to talk to her and learns that she doesn’t actually know much about him and probably won’t be able to help him because she’s got her own case to pursue tonight, he still reassures her that she doesn’t owe him and he’s going to save her life anyway.

And even right at Lynne’s very first death, in the game’s opening narration, Sissel makes a point that he doesn’t want to stand back and let her get shot, and that he feels bad for her, despite her being a complete stranger!

Evidently, even right at the beginning, Sissel isn’t selfish. He just thinks he is. Because cats can be tsundere like that.

Sissel: “Why am I so determined to save this woman? After all, it’s not as if I know her. My reason is twofold. Number one, I’m not the type to leave women lying around, discarded like trash.”

(Here’s a bit from later in chapter 1 featuring Sissel being amusingly surprised by his own altruistic streak. He seems to expect to only care about himself – yet here he is, not wanting to leave a stranger lying dead if he can help it. Not so selfish after all, huh?)

So if that’s not the problem in the original timeline, then what is? Why does Sissel leave Missile to deal with saving his ladies alone when he’d have no reason not to try and help? – after all, he hasn’t been given a fake time limit in this timeline! He’s not even in a hurry with his own mystery! For that matter, Sissel was still there in the junkyard at the beginning – why didn’t he just save Lynne himself?

We can get a good indication of what the issue is from that very same opening narration I was just talking about.

Sissel: “Now, I’m not the kind of guy who can just stand back and watch a poor woman get shot. But I have just one little problem… I’m already dead myself.”

Sissel: “I feel bad for her, sure. But what can I do? I’m dead. But just as I was thinking that…”

The real problem is not that he doesn’t care about saving a stranger’s life. Rather, it’s that, because he’s dead, he doesn’t think he can. He’s not expecting to magically have ghost superpowers; why would he?

And it’s just as he was thinking that he can’t do anything (which, while part of his screen-filling monologue narration, was still his thoughts and therefore something any nearby ghost could hear)… that Ray speaks up to tell him that actually he can save her.

Sissel: “Huh?” (Me? Save her? Uh, how?)

Immediately, Sissel questions the notion once again, not with a why but with a how. It’s not that he doesn’t want to; he simply doesn’t think it’s possible.

This general idea continues throughout the entire tutorial, which is absolutely packed with lines that show Sissel being deeply sceptical about the idea that he could possibly save someone’s life or alter someone’s fate.

Once Ray’s taught him about his basic ghost tricks and he’s managed to delay Lynne’s death by a few moments… she still ends up dead anyway. And Sissel thinks that’s it. Because of course he does. Even if he can stop time and manipulate objects, he has zero reason to believe that his powers can undo a death that’s already happened.

Sissel: “In the end, it looks like her fate remains unchanged. So what good are these ‘ghost tricks’ of mine? But just as I was thinking this…”

Sissel: “It looks like my ghost tricks didn’t do much good.” (She still ended up just as dead as before.)

He even ends up feeling like his new superpowers are barely worth anything, because he can play a few little tricks on someone, but that’s not enough to save someone’s life, is it?

Ray: “Isn’t it a shame to see such a pretty young woman lying here discarded like a piece of trash?” Sissel: “But what can I do? She’s already dead.”

Ray: “And while she’s resting, you can save her life.” Sissel: “Oh, sure. You make it sound so easy.”

And again, he’s very dismissive of Ray implying or telling him that he can do something about this. After all, how could that be possible any more?

In particular, there’s this vital little bit of trickery here…

Ray: “Now what do you suppose will happen if you possess a corpse?” Sissel: “Nothing, because I already tried that, remember? And nothing happened at all.”

…in which Sissel assumes his powers just don’t work on corpses, because he’s already tried and failed to do anything with “his” corpse. If he’d been alone, without Ray to guide him through things, he most likely wouldn’t have even tried to possess Lynne’s corpse in the first place, because he would have had no reason to believe it would achieve anything!

(Meanwhile, Missile in the original timeline also had zero reason to believe he could do anything for Kamila, but he was so anguished and desperate that of course he would have tried anyway. He’d try anything to save her, because he is good and loyal and Dog. So he was able to discover his time-rewinding powers where Sissel didn’t, and thus he passed that knowledge onto Sissel in the game’s timeline.)

And as Ray tells Sissel that he can in fact rewind time to redo the last moments of Lynne’s life, he’s completely dumbfounded and bewildered by the very idea of it.

Sissel: “Are you serious?! Back through time?!”

Sissel: “But this is crazy! None of it makes any sense!”

Ray: “To the time four minutes before this woman was murdered!” Sissel: “H-Hey, wait a second! I still don’t know what you’re talking about!”

What is this lamp even talking about?! Of course turning back time isn’t possible! He had no reason to believe it was possible, even as part of his new wacky ghost powers.

(Meanwhile, when Sissel is saving Missile in the game, we get a little exchange that shows Missile being completely unfazed by the idea that Sissel’s brought them back in time. It’s no weirder than humans walking around on two legs, right? One way or another, the cat can barely wrap his head around it, while the dog sees it as perfectly plausible.)

One thing Ray says more than once during the tutorial is, “The best thing to do is try it.” Because Sissel is being so stubbornly cynical that he will not take this desk lamp’s word about how useful his powers are and has to literally be pushed into trying it himself in order to believe it, every time.

Even after seeing for himself that he can go back in time and watch Lynne’s death again, Sissel still manages to be pessimistic about this.

Ray: “And there you have it. The last four minutes of her life.” Sissel: [strained] “No…!” Ray: “It’s kind of ironic, when you think about it. A woman toyed with by fate, and a man toyed with by a ghost.” Sissel: “But she still died.”

He went back in time, and she still died. There’s still apparently nothing he can do, right? No, Sissel, just have a bit of patience! This is just the mechanic that lets you understand what happens before you dive in and start changing things; you’ll get your chance soon!

And once he’s finally successfully saved Lynne…

Ray: “You used your powers to avert that woman’s fate.” Sissel: “So I did that?”

Sissel still has a moment of being surprised at the notion that he was capable of something like this.

It’s really striking to me, watching over chapter 1 again with this thought about original-timeline Sissel in mind, just how many lines to this effect there are throughout the whole thing. The writers did not need to include this many moments of Sissel being sceptical, or even any of them at all, really, in order for the tutorial to do its job as a tutorial! But they’re here anyway, because it is in fact really important to the story that Sissel is somebody who would not have tried hard enough to figure out that his powers can undo deaths unless he had someone holding his hand through it the whole way.

The way old-Missile talks about it when he’s explaining himself at the end, it’s easy to get the takeaway that the most important thing he did as Ray was to take advantage of Sissel’s supposed self-interest: by not contradicting his misconception that he’s the man in red, by telling him Lynne is the key to his mystery (a half-truth at best), and by giving him a fake time limit. And it’s not that those things didn’t help, but they’re not really the most important thing at all.

The most important thing Ray did for Sissel, the thing that Missile absolutely most needed to spend those ten years waiting to do, was exactly what it appeared to be during chapter 1: to teach him how to use his powers to save lives. Because the number one thing the Sissel from the original timeline needed but didn’t get was, quite literally, a tutorial.

There’s a little bit more to it than this, though. So, okay, Sissel in the original timeline didn’t know he had the vital time-rewinding power. But then that begs the question: why didn’t Missile just tell him that while asking for his help?

For that matter, why did Sissel leave Missile shortly after being asked for help? It can’t just be because he urgently had to go and look elsewhere for answers to his own mystery, because he’s not pressed for time here. And he was apparently chilling at the junkyard just eavesdropping on the investigators’ conversations before Missile showed up. Why the sudden shift in locations now of all times, when there’s someone here who’s actually talking to him – the first person Sissel would have been able to talk to all night – and asking him for help?

The issue here, I believe, is that this isn’t just a matter of Sissel’s lack of understanding what his powers can do. It’s also a matter of emotional state – both Sissel’s, and Missile’s. Both of them would have been incredibly stressed out and upset, Sissel due to his loss of memory and seeing deaths in front of him that he doesn’t think he can do anything about, and Missile due to his mistresses’ deaths that he also can’t do anything about, even though he has a superpower that lets him try but it just isn’t quite enough.

How would Missile and Sissel’s interaction go when they’re both so upset like this? There’s actually a fun little bite-sized example of this in the actual canon timeline. During the last desperate struggle to escape the sinking submarine…

Missile: “Sissel! Y-Y-Y… You’re not telling Miss Lynne to leave poor Miss Kamila behind, ARE YOU?!” Sissel: *sigh* “Could you just be quiet for a minute, Missile?”

Missile and Sissel are bound to be both extremely anxious and stressed in this situation – trapped in the submarine, Lynne and Kamila in danger of drowning if they don’t do something. And in that state of mind, it seems that Missile is prone to eschewing logic to be even more loudly desperately protective of his mistresses… while Sissel especially does not enjoy Missile being Loudly Boisterously Dog in his ear when he’s stressed out. After all, cats and dogs have very opposite and very incompatible ways of dealing with stress!

So it follows that the conversation between Sissel and Missile in the original timeline would likely have been an incoherent emotional mess, in which neither of them properly communicated their side of things at all. Missile must have just never even thought to tell Sissel that he can rewind time and therefore saving his ladies is actually possible in theory, because that was already obvious to him! He wouldn’t be capable of understanding why Sissel would be so reluctant about this.

As for why Sissel wasn’t just reluctant to help but outright ran away and sealed the deal – I think, more than anything, it’s got to be down to the fact that he couldn’t stand having Missile being so loud and energetic at him when he was this upset. Especially not while repeatedly saying that he can save them, which would be the exact thing Sissel has been miserably convinced that he just can’t. It follows that he’d just have wanted to run and hide somewhere Missile isn’t, where he can have some peace and quiet. Cats who are upset often like to hide and isolate themselves to feel safer.

There’s one other part in the game’s tutorial that suggests the problem originally might have been partly a matter of Sissel’s emotions:

Ray: “Hello there. How are you feeling? Not very well, I imagine. A terrible tragedy, what happened tonight.” Sissel: “………” [neutral face] Ray: “Ah, ignoring me, are you? It’s a little too early for you to be so stiff and cold, I’d say.” Sissel: [smiling] “Ah, so it was you. You were that voice in my head, right?”

This is very noteworthy, because Ray is the only person in the entire game who ever takes the time to ask Sissel how he’s feeling. He wouldn’t be feeling great after waking up dead, watching a woman die in front of him and failing to save her, would he?

It seems like old-Missile, with his years of wisdom and time to reflect on everything, realised that his approach to getting Sissel’s help last time really was way too focused on his own problems, and he never even stopped to think about how Sissel must have been feeling. So here, he presents himself as a friend, someone who cares about Sissel and his journey, because that’s exactly what Sissel needs! This poor kitty must have felt so lonely and sad and helpless in the original timeline. But hearing Ray’s words, and realising that this desk lamp is someone semi-familiar, does seem to cheer him up at least a little bit here! Sissel really is a character whose core desperate need is to just not be alone, even if you’d be hard-pressed to get him to admit that at the beginning.

Interestingly, way back when I first played Ghost Trick, on the DS soon after it came out, I found myself intrigued by Sissel in the original timeline. I vaguely toyed with the idea of writing a fic exploring how he was feeling and why he refused, though I never got around to actually doing so. Then recently, the game coming out in HD rekindled my hyperfixation and made me think about it some more and actually end up writing that fic after all. And the thing is, back then, I didn’t remotely consciously understand any of this stuff I’ve just explained here. But even so, I find it neat how I still had this wordless sense that what was going on with Sissel must have been so much more than just selfishness – that he must have been so sad in that timeline and that had to be the real basis of why he didn’t help.

#ghost trick #ghost trick phantom detective #ghost trick spoilers #sissel #sissel ghost trick #ray ghost trick #ramble

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rotten-pomegranate · 2 months

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Hiii thanks you very much for answering my ask🥹❤️

But can please I get one where they never find reader🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Yandere Adult trio and trouble trio when reader escapes and they never find her

First one here

Yes bbg

This is a bit short

Warnings: killing, yandere

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Feitan

Feitan is offended and pissed that you have the audacity to try and escape him

He’s gonna look for you for years and even after he stops looking he’s still gonna check from time to time if you’ve become brave enough to make a Facebook page or a snapchat account

Even if he knows you aren’t with them he’s gonna kill all the family and friends he didn’t already torture to death trying to find you

Phinks

Like in the last one phinks is heart broken, why was he not enough for you, he fed you, clothed you, made sure you had a comfortable place to sleep every night

He’s gonna low key go crazy the more time passes that he can’t find you and he might ask the troupe for help and if he still can’t find you and they all fail at finding you he’ll be forced to stop because of his mental health

He’s still gonna have some major heartache though, oh some random person that has the same hair colour as you asks him for help? They are getting punched so hard they won’t be recognizable, he sees the nail polish you used to wear in the store? He’s buying it all just so he can throw it away when he’s done smashing them all

Shalnark

Shalnark isn’t very good at showing his emotions but he is sad, not because you got away because he’s doubting himself and his abilities to kidnap someone

He’s buying pad locks and camera and motion detectors for weed before he starts looking for you, that’s probably good for you because it gives you time to get away

When he starts looking he doesn’t think it will take long but you actually did a good job at disappearing and he’s slowing getting more frustrated

He’ll try less but he’ll never stop looking for you so make sure to always cover your tracks well

Chrollo

Chrollos not that worried, he starts tracking you right away and because of that he probably gets close a few times which slowly starts to piss him off

When he can no longer find anything about you he involves shalnark to help and when he can’t find anything he’s having a whole troupe meeting about it

He’s never gonna fully stop looking and he’s never gonna get over the loss of you, he might try and replace you but it isn’t help so he’ll kill the innocent person in your place

Illumi

Illumi is gonna go bat shit crazy when he finds out you escaped, the whole house is gonna know the whole town below his house is gonna feel his bloodlust

He’s gonna have every family member, every dog, every maid and butler out looking for you so you gotta be speedy

Your best Bet is honestly going to another country if you can do that without leaving any footprints

He’s gonna replace you because his family says he has to but whoever comes after you doesn’t mean anything to him like you did

Hisoka

Hisoka is the calmest, he figured he’d find you in like a week because of his skills and hunter license but after a couple months pass he’s starts getting annoyed

He’s pushes other stuff aside at this point to fully focus on looking for you but when it hits the one year mark he pushes it to the back of his mind again

He still makes en effort from time to time but not as often, he is sad you left you where his favourite toy and he didn’t even get a chance to break you

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Okay, I’ve been considering it for quite a bit and I think that if Tumblr existed in Japanifornia… most of us would probably not be aware of the series’ main characters.

Like, lawyers just don’t tend to be high-profile publicly-known figures. Even within True Crime communities or the coverage of high-public-interest cases, people don’t tend to focus on the lawyers as much more than a representative of the defendant and the legal system as a whole. And yeah, you can say this is just because real-life lawyers are Boring and if they did the kind of Bonkers Shit AA Lawyers do we would pay attention to them… but we do actually have textual evidence that Japanifornia treats lawyers not-too-differently than real life.

Mia’s murder, and probably the uncovering of all of Bluecorp’s dirty dealing, was highly talked about, but Phoenix’s actions in court went kinda ignored. And note that this is the case where Phoenix literally defended himself and broke the Demon Prosecutor’s five years winning streak, and that wasn’t enough to draw eyes to his part in this whole case.

And that’s also generally consistent with how characters treat Phoenix throughout the rest of the games. By the AJ Trilogy era, it’s clear that Phoenix has made quite a name for himself… in the legal world. If you are yourself a lawyer or another sort of legal professional or just unusually interested in court proceeding, you know the name ‘Phoenix Wright’

But if you’re just a regular person who cares about the law the Regular Amount, you probably have no idea who this is.

So I’d guess most of Japanifornian Tumblr would probably be aware of a lot of the cases in the games, especially considering how many of them concern, like, corporate corruption and organized crime and legal corruption and international politics and the entertainment industry and other such stuff that makes it likely to get national/international news coverage. And also so many of them are so bizarre and wacky and are thus prime meme fodder…

But most people wouldn’t necessarily know the name of the lawyer the Nickel Samurai blackmailed to defend him after he ordered an assassin to kill the Jammin’ Ninja, or even how involved that lawyer actually was in Matt Engarde’s downfall.

But there would probably be a small mini-fandom of Tumblrina Lawyers and other legal nerds who are ABSOLUTELY obsessed with the WAA, and trying to collect any piece of info they can find about their adventures.

(That’s also another aspect to consider, the general public in Japanifornia does not have full knowledge of everything we get to see in the game. News coverage of the smaller cases would be extremely minimal and very regional - and even the bigger cases probably won’t give you a full line-by-line record of everything that happened in Court. Apollo Justice was, like, the Biggest Phoenix Wright Stan in the Universe and he had very choppy and partial knowledge of the Gramarye Trial. We have to consider that even folks who are trying to keep track of the AA Lawyers in-universe would not get the full picture from the media. And that’s before we get into fake news and rumors.)

And meanwhile, the rest of Tumblr would probably treat that Fandom the same sort of bemused delight we give to, like, the extremely dedicated gimmick blogs. Like, you’d probably see less posts about Phoenix and Co. as you’d see posts memeing about the fact there’s a Tumblr Fandom for ‘some random law agency in Japanifornia’, they’d be like five thousands people in the notes going “There’s a Tumblr Fandom for WHAT? WHY IS THIS THE FIRST TIME I’M HEARING ABOUT THIS??” and then one person from the WAA fandom going “NO YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS IS THE GUY WHO UNCOVERED THE PHANTOM HE’S JUMPED OFF A BURNING BRIDGE ONCE YOU LITERALLY TALKED ABOUT A TRIAL HE DID YESTERDAY YOU JUST DON’T KNOW HE WAS INVOLVED”.

Now, that’s all for the Defense Attorneys. The Prosecutors have a bit more publicity. I mean, Phoenix literally heard about Prosecutor Edgeworth on the news.

But also… I do think this publicity is highly regional. Like, Phoenix ended up stumbling on newspaper coverage of Miles because he lives in the same city as him. I’m guessing that most of the series’ Prosecutors are at least casually known not just to Legal Folks, but also generally to people within Los Angetokyo and people involved in Japanifornian Politics… but also not much outside of that sphere either. Again, the series does establish that they are not that well-known amongst laypeople even when they are famous amongst other lawyers

And are generally recognized by fellow legal professionals and journalists and people involved in criminal activity. So the situation with them won’t be that different than with the WAA, they might be a tad more high-profile, depending on how many Tumblr users are specifically from Japaniforina and wanna make memes about the local politics… but those who will get really invested in their misadventures won’t be that different from the kind of people who’d get really into Phoenix Wright.

Klavier is the obvious exception. Like most Famous Lawyers, he’s actually primarily famous for something other than law. It’s just that in his case, instead of politics, it’s being a world-famous rock star. There’s plenty of textual evidence that the Gavinners are an actual household name and they’d probably have a pretty sizable Tumblr Fandom, but… well… while I assume any casual Gavinner fan knows that Klavier is also a Prosecutor, I’d guess only the insanely dedicated fans and the Haters looking for something problematic would actually start digging into the records of the cases he worked on. But then again, Tumblr does have a lot of insanely dedicated fans and Haters, so maybe Legal Misadventures Involving Klavier would be kinda mainstream on Japanifornia Tumblr.

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○•●No Motivation●•○

Obey me headcanons!

Credits for cute divider: @i92-93

Pairings: Asmodeus, Lucifer, Mammon, and Satan x GN!Reader (separately)

Synopsis: Obey me! Characters help MC when they are having trouble with motivation because they have difficulties with their work.

A/N: These were some headcanons I did a few days ago. Decided to post them because it feels weird writing something but not releasing it. These were written because I have bad motivation when it comes to doing my work, I hope these can comfort someone else as well! I will most likely be writing more characters in the future for this, but it will take a bit of time since I have other things I would like to write about. Have a lovely day!

genre: Comfort, no warnings!

Requesting here Word count: 940+ altogether

🖋️ Asmodeus:

-Asmodeus believes that he can help you through buying any stationary items that you want. His logic is that the more you like your studying space, the more it’ll motivate you to study. If you want pens, highlighters, special notebooks, he’ll go on a shopping spree with you. This way, you spend time with him, and it can help you take some edge off and go back to studying after taking a break.

-While studying, he’ll even let you take his room for a while and focus if you want a beautiful space. He won’t mind being kicked out for a bit, or staying in order to support you. He just wants you to be happy so he can see your lovely smile, even if he isn’t the smartest in terms of book smart, he’ll help you as much as he can.

-“I hope you love your new space! I tried to make it specific to your tastes, if you want anything you can come to me. As a reward we can do face masks and relax!”

-If you want help with flash cards, he’ll make them so pretty that you’ll want to go through them all the time.

🖋️ Lucifer:

-Lucifer doesn’t get why you have struggle studying, but he notices you're having troubles and wants to make it easier on you. He can’t offer self care advice, mostly because he does not take of himself when he does his own work, but he’ll offer to be beside you while studying. If you have a problem that you have trouble with, he’ll break it down and explain each component in order to solve the question you’re on. When he’s not there, he’ll write down

-He offers his study, since he finds it important to focus on school work. His study is quiet, it’s cozy, the desk is nice and big so you can sprawl out your work, and the view from the window is gorgeous. If you’re antsy without noise, he can set up a record player and play some classical music that isn’t cursed.

-When preparing for a test, he’ll write mock up tests and grade them himself and go over it with you. Your future is very important to him, he wants you to have a successful life. He wants you to be happy and not have to worry about the struggles of living in the future.

-“Mc, I know this is difficult for you, but you can do it. If you get a good grade on the next exam, I’ll treat you to anything you want, but for now it’s important to focus and understand in order to get that luxury. Here, I’ll make you something energizing.”

🖋️ Mammon:

-He does not get why you want to study, he finds it boring and difficult to understand the material himself.

-He comes to you and offers to get you away from your work for a bit to come shopping with him. If he can’t help you understand your work, he can help you decompress, and get you in the space to feel like you want to work. He’ll take you out for food, clothes shopping, anywhere you want as long as it’ll help you feel better. His credit card will (probably) survive, but all he wants is to see a smile on your face.

-He read somewhere that going and listening to intellectual spaces helps to motivate some people. After hearing that, he suggests going to a museum or listening to a lecture from someone. He won’t pay attention, but even so, he’ll stay with you and endure sitting there for your benefit.

-“Y’know, I have my own difficulties with studying. It’s difficult to sit there for so long and focus, so it’s nice to just get up and walk, even if it’s just to clear your head. You have potential, so use it.”

-He doesn’t care about what grade you get, he just doesn’t want to see you sad if you don’t get the grade you want, so he tries to prevent it. He’ll be your number 1 fan no matter what happens.

🖋️ Satan:

-Satan takes a lot of time out of his own day to sit down with you, even when he’s not sitting down with you, he reads through your textbooks and makes note of things you need to remember. Sometimes you even find encouraging little notes stuck in some of the pages, reminding you to take breaks and how to break down big blocks of text. Other times, you find doodles of cats that he drew on a sticky note, it’s his little version of a reward.

-When you take breaks, he’ll set a time limit in order to keep you from procrastinating. He understands that you want time to yourself, but regardless of the work, he’ll be adamant on being on top of it. If you seem really out of it, maybe he can let your break go on a little while, since you seem like you need a nap.

-When preparing for a test, he does not go lightly on you, since he wants to see you achieve greatness. He’ll make his own lectures in order to go over the material, quiz you on content randomly throughout the day, and goes through your own notes to get it into your head.

-“Don’t worry about failing your test while I’m with you, I’ll make sure you understand it so much that you’ll dream about it. It’ll be hard work, but afterwards me and you can go relax in a cafe of your choice, it’s on me since you’ve worked diligently so far. Keep up the good work and I know you’ll do great.”

#obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #obey me mammon #obey me x mc #obey me x you #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon x you #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me comfort

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minniepetals · 1 year

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cry me a river | the snakes

— summary: you're left on your own to save your own self

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: angst, mafia!au

— word count: 7.8k

— warnings: kidnapping, allusions to torture

— PART 19 / previous post / masterpost

“..lady.? My lady..?”

A vision of blur, a haze falling over your eyes, yet slowly but surely, you’re beginning to come back to yourself as the aching pain in the back of your head becomes more and more apparent with your consciousness beginning to return.

You find Sunoo who stares down at you with much worry, his eyes frightful and shaky, brows arched in a furrow, his lips quivering a bit. He probably felt you stir and realized you were finally coming around again because when you start to rise from the cold, hard floor, he’s right there to help steady you.

You take a moment to blink hard, trying to get rid of the hazy vision, and in the darkness of the room, your eyes slowly adjust to the low light as you make out someplace that looks like some sort of cell.

“Are you alright?” Sunoo asks after you but before you can answer him, another voice comes in.

“How’s your head?” You almost jump, quick to turn at the source in a defensive stance as you realize you aren’t alone in this cell with the little boy. There’s someone else, someone familiar, someone you know. “There’s no need to be so alarmed, I won’t go near you,” he says, voice low and calm for the strange situation you’re placed in.

“...Yoongi?”

He remains in the darkness but even then you can make out his figure as he sits in a corner, an arm on his propped-up knee, relaxed against the wall behind him as if it’s been some time since he’s arrived here.

You turn back at Sunoo who gives you an innocent shrug before putting your focus back on your ex-boyfriend.

“What’re you doing here?”

“The same reason the two of you are here.”

Your brows crease. “You know Nari?”

He shrugs lightly, “You could say that,” before repeating the question to you. “And you?”

“..Well.” Your answer is short and curt, refusing to let anything reveal itself, but Yoongi accepts it, not pressing you any further in the same way you don’t press for him.

When you hear the little boy behind you shiver slightly against the coldness of this room, you give up on being so defensive against Yoongi and turn back around as you take your jacket off to drape it over Sunoo.

“Is your thigh okay?” You ask, patting lightly on his right leg. “You let me lay on you for support when I was unconscious, don’t do that again. In times like this, you have to worry about yourself first and foremost. I’m stronger than you after all. I can withstand the cold and sleeping on the hard floor isn’t something I haven’t gotten used to.” The White Room was always like this after all. Like a prison cell.

Just brighter.

He presses his lips into a thin line at your chiding, head lowered as he hunches up his shoulders, shrinking at your demand. “I’m sorry.”

You accept it with a hum. “How long have I been out?”

“Um…it’s been a few hours...I think.”

Good. A day hasn’t passed.

“Did any of them hurt you when I was unconscious?”

He shakes his head and you try to detect any lies in his eyes but Sunoo beckons over at Yoongi unexpectedly. “The mister helped me when one of the guys tried to hit me.”

You turn towards the man, who doesn’t react one bit. Well, Yoongi’s never been one to stand down when he sees violence displayed against innocents, especially when it comes to children, so that much isn’t a surprise. Though it does beg the question of just how he got here, when, and why. What’s his connection with Nari? In the three years you’d spent with him, Yoongi is known to be a man who doesn’t stick out too easily, not in the way Jimin or Seokjin does, so he’s not one to attract personal enemies all on his own.

So what’s the deal with Nari? How did he get kidnapped in the first place? And why are you here on the same day as him? You haven’t seen Nari in a while but perhaps she’s been keeping up with what you’ve been doing ever since your last encounter.

She’s obsessed like that after all, not one to simply let things go especially when it comes to someone she feels inferior towards. But she’s never had the chance to go after you with all that she wishes without your father constantly by your side.

She saw an opportunity and took it.

He’s gone now after all.

But isn’t her father still alive? Did her father ask her to kidnap you? No, maybe it was Nari who took it upon herself to take you away. You wouldn’t put it past her.

You look around the cell room, trying to find a weak spot but there are no windows, no holes in the walls, nothing on the ground that can lead to some secret passageway a previous prisoner has decided to dig themselves out from.

The only escape is through the bars right in front of you. Solid, strong bars that seem to be well taken care of without much rust seen on them.

“I assume you were taken alone,” you speak into the silence after leaving Sunoo’s side, voice low as you eye the outside of the bars. Yoongi hums in response. “You think anyone would think to suspect Nari on your end?”

“No,” he states with a sigh. “None of the boys know I even know Nari.”

You turn from the bars, raising a brow as you lean your back against them, arms crossing before your chest with a heel held up against one of the bars. “Who would have thought you have your own secrets you keep hidden from them.”

Yoongi shrugs at your accusation, not denying it as he looks off to the side, eyes falling a bit distant. “Everyone has secrets. Some are better at keeping them than others.” He pauses. “Like you.”

“Well,” you look away at his accusation, “it’s true that no one alive knows of my connection with Nari, which will make it harder to suspect her. Nari isn’t someone who will keep evidence behind for people to find, whether on accident or on purpose. Her people are always there to pick up after what she misses, they’re all meticulous like that, so if none of our people know to connect her with us, that means the only people who can get us out of here is ourselves.”

“You plan to leave with me?” Yoongi raises a brow, suspicion falling your way.

“I killed Namjoon’s brother,” you look back at him, eyes pointed without a bit of falter in them, “I might as well rescue one of his boyfriends if I’m given the chance.” Yoongi watches you, steadily, to deject any weakness, anything at all, but you’re too good to show any emotions whatsoever, and after a brief glance made at your bandaged neck, he looks away, wondering where the girl he saw back at the manor went.

Weakened and out of control.

It seems the further away you are from your Reapers, the easier it is to distance yourself from emotions, from feeling. It’s probably your body’s way of protecting itself, knowing just when to shut down and keep your guard up with the strongest steel, not leaving any gaps behind.

Your Reapers are probably the only escape you can find to help you feel anything, though Yoongi guesses even then, you probably don’t know just how to release everything you actually want to feel. Whatever you’ve gone through, whatever secrets you’ve kept from them back when you were still in love, and the new secrets you’ve created after the divorce, they’re all things he knows he will never come to know the answers to.

Not unless you tell them yourself.

You hurt, you lie, but it is all to protect yourself. He wonders if Namjoon had never forced you out of the Bangtan manor would you have been able to let your guard down a little more? He wonders if you would have allowed them to protect you.

It wouldn’t have been an easy journey but he wonders if you would have been able to trust them a little more in the love that you held for them.

“Mingyu.”

In the silence of the empty bedroom where the little kid should have been, Dasom’s call is loud and clear as he simply stares at the neatly made bed in the right corner of the room, left untouched.

It’s one in the morning, Sunoo’s roommate has been moved to another room in order to be with his friends, that way sleeping would be easier for him, that way he’d feel a little less guilty about something he has no purpose in worrying over.

“Do you think they’re together?”

You also should have returned hours ago but when one of the Reapers went to pick you up, there were no signs of you anywhere.

Just the same as Sunoo.

“Boss knows how to take care of herself, she would have never fallen into the hands of someone else.” He steps over to examine the boy’s desk, two books sprawled messily, three more held up on a small shelf, a pencil cup, a notebook. “She also knows how to defend herself while protecting others. But,” he takes a book from the desk to flip through its pages, “not unless she was outnumbered and there was a defenseless child involved. Boss would never risk the chances of them getting hurt.”

“So you confirm that they’re together.”

He nods at Dasom’s question and finds the headmaster letting out a sigh of relief at that.

“Yeonjun.” He calls, and the younger man is instantly by his side.

“All the security cameras around here have all been destroyed. The only thing I found was through The Academy’s security cameras but the only glimpse I got from both boss and the little boy is that they headed towards Garden street. The camera doesn’t span very far though. Boss’s gadgets have been turned off a few blocks away but we searched all around and we’ve found nothing to note of her belongings.”

“They either took it with them and destroyed it at a different scene or they have it on them at the moment.”

“Either way, they’re meticulous,” Dasom says after Mingyu as she turns to stare out at the window of the little boy’s room. “No evidence left behind, and they took them hours before anyone saw any of them.” She thinks for a moment as the two boys continue trying to look through the room, before Dasom turns back around, her arms crossed over her chest. “You don’t think it’s someone from her past…do you?”

Mingyu pauses for a second before proceeding to speak. “We can’t rule out anyone but if it is someone from boss’s past,” he glances Yeonjun’s way, “it’ll be a headache to try and figure out who it is that’s bold enough to kidnap boss. Especially with how secretive she is with everything.”

He runs a hand through his hair, already feeling the migraine coming through.

Loud footsteps echo suddenly into the silence of the hallway, coming closer and closer, and in an instant, you have Sunoo behind you, away from the bars of the cell with an arm held out to cage him back from whoever it is that’s on their way here.

Yoongi looks up on high alert, prepared just as you are, though you both know you can’t make it out as easily as you hope to. But getting any information no matter the circumstances is vital and you’re prepared to do anything to try and find a way out.

No one from the outside can help you after all. None of your people, both yours and Yoongis’ know about your connection with Nari. They’ve never had any reason to suspect it after all, so why would they start now? And with you being so secretive and Yoongi having his own reasons for hiding things, there’s no way anyone outside can find anything to start suspecting.

The guards come in five, all of them buff and tall, and you can feel the beat of your heart drumming harshly against your chest, the memories and trauma wishing to tear you apart but you take deep, deep breaths, steadying yourself.

Mingyu’s taught you techniques to calm yourself down when you feel as if your life will be in danger. He’s taught you how to control the beat of your heart, how to manipulate your mind into thinking things are okay when they really aren’t.

You’ve been placed in scenarios where you’ve had to toughen yourself and let your mind pretend you’re fine before so you know you can do this. If these men are hoping to grab you and take you away to wherever, you can manipulate yourself into believing their touches are not those of men.

As long as you’re prepared beforehand, you can do it.

So you close your eyes when you hear the sound of the chains on the lock moving about, knowing that it is to be opened any second now, preparing yourself for whatever it is to come.

“Mr. Min.”

And yet they call for Yoongi instead.

You look over to where two of them move to him just as another follows but stays a few steps behind, giving you a simple glance with piercing dark eyes that tells you if you were to make one wrong move, Sunoo will have to pay the price.

Both you and Yoongi aren’t dumb enough to make a mistake in costing the life of a child.

So you watch as they place a blindfold over his eyes — a smart move on their part because there’s always a risk prisoners will try to find ways to escape during the maneuvers from their cells — and tie his hands together from behind, pushing him out the cell.

When the door clangs closed and the cell is locked up once again, you hear Sunoo let out a quiet breath of relief just as the six of them all leave.

“What will happen to that mister?” Sunoo asks, his hands trembling when he tugs onto your sleeve, his eyes looking up at you with big brown eyes when you turn to him. He looks frightened, afraid of the fate that is to come to him, so you press a hand on his head to try and comfort him somewhat.

“I don’t know,” you admit, not wanting to sugarcoat things because you know he probably already understands to an extent what is to come for Yoongi.

Everything depends on what Yoongi means to Nari’s gang — the Viper gang — and how he got involved with them in the first place. Did he piss them off? Somehow that seems a bit unlikely in your opinion. The Yoongi you knew isn’t someone who goes around messing with other gang members that have no association with Namjoon and his orders. He listens to whatever Namjoon tells him, they all do, so he wouldn’t deliberately piss someone off accidentally or due to personal reasons. Yoongi is careful, calculated, and minds his own business.

Whatever his relationship is with the snakes, whatever brought him to be a target under Nari’s radar, that will be what determines his fate in the end.

“What about us? Will we be next?”

He looks so small beside you. It reminds you of the time you first met him down in the undergrounds, a frail little kid so bony the small clothes they had him in couldn’t even fit him properly. Sunoo was malnourished, just like the rest of the kids down there, but in the few months you had them in The Academy, he’s been able to grow some fat and muscles. One day he’ll look his age.

If we manage to get out of here, that is.

You aren’t too worried about him though because if there’s one thing you know about Nari, it’s that she has a soft spot for kids.

She’s a tough nut to crack but in the time you spent with her, you came to realize that Nari, no matter how spoiled of a brat and narcissistic she is, at the end of the day, she cares for something. Perhaps it’s the only thing that has kept her sane in all the years she’s lived as a daughter of a mafioso.

Every child is a victim in the end.

The parents are all to blame.

“You’ll be fine,” so you tell Sunoo, a promise he knows you wouldn’t give him unless you were absolutely confident. You aren’t someone who will lie just for the sake of things after all. You’re strict and hard on everyone, including the kids, and in the adult world of lies, your truth has always been something they could rely on.

“And you?” He asks, and when you don’t give him a reply in return, Sunoo’s brows crease with fright and anger, the sort of expression he didn’t give you when he thought about his situation. It’s admirable the way he cares more for you instead. He was the same for his fellow friends when they were under Ying’s reins.

“You should worry more about yourself.” You turn your body fully his way, pulling the collar of his jacket closer around his neck, then slide your hand through the right of his pocket where you remember he hid the snack he offered you hours before. “Eat. You need your strength.”

“But-”

“Do not disobey me, Sunoo.” When you use his name, he closes his mouth shut. Despite the protest still seen on his face, he listens to your words because he knows he has no other choice. You only stop looking at him with a hardened expression once he’s torn the snack open and begin to bite on it. “If there is something you must know, if you wish to protect me in your own way, that is,” his ears perk up, attention on full display, and you give him a pointed stare, “do not cry.”

It is easier said than done.

Surely you must know it isn’t easy for a child to obey those words no matter how much an adult tells them they shouldn’t cry, right?

Of course you know.

You know more than anyone.

How many times has father punished you for going against the things he wished for you to do? How many times were you weak when he asked you to be strong? How many times did you still tremble before a gun when he asked you to master it? How many tears did you shed when he commanded no emotions out of you?

It took time to become the puppet your father wished for you to be and despite having mastered it so well you still have his thoughts instilled into you after his death, it wasn’t something that happened automatically after one day.

Still, you ask of Sunoo to listen to this one command.

“When they torture me and hurt me, when you hear my cries and screams, do not cry. Do not move a single inch. Do not show your emotions to the enemies.”

It is the very words you uttered to your Reapers when your father still lived.

Yoongi doesn’t return.

But the guards do.

And when they do, they take you away without Sunoo, who in turn panics instantly, his face contoured with pain and affliction, fear consuming his thoughts they indicate so clear in his eyes. But you stop him from wanting to go at it with the guards before he gets himself into trouble with a simple look.

That look is enough to have him freeze in place as he remembers the command you gave him prior to the guards returning. He takes it in, watching as the guards tie your hands up behind your back, a blindfold covering your eyes.

The last thing you see is the struggle he holds plastering his expression; a struggle of knowing he must do one thing but wanting to do something else.

He wants to protect you, to rid of the men who’re taking you away to wherever they may hurt you, and yet the words you told him lets him remember that if he does actually want to protect you, the only way he can do so is by doing nothing.

By pretending none of this is affecting him.

By holding no emotions.

Just as the Reapers once had to follow and obey when they lived by your father’s side, watching day in and day out when you would make a small mistake and get punished for it.

Watching.

All the while pretending to be robots who cared about nothing.

If a Reaper fails this task, you would be on the verge of death and the Reaper would never see what tomorrow looks like.

Sunoo may not understand it yet and Sunoo may never understand it but you see the way he falls with conflict in the same way Yuna used to look. In the same way Yeonjun did, and Dasom did. In the same way Mingyu did.

And the rest of the Reapers.

The battle between wanting to care but knowing that is the most dangerous risk one can take.

You’re sure he’s holding onto the bars of the cells when the doors lock shut and when you’re escorted away. He calls after you, small voice breaking with despair and fear not for him but for you.

You know that deep down he must worry about what’s going to happen to him, about the fate that lies before him for the next few days, and yet right now the only thing that really matters to him is your well-being.

You chuckle to yourself.

He really does remind you of the Reapers. He’s got the heart of one, though you know you can never allow him to serve by your side.

Yeonjun has and will be the only youngest member of your guards.

You count each step you take being escorted away, having hope in Sunoo being okay, knowing to keep your head alerted at all times.

The blindfold serves no weakness; it isn’t see-through and you can’t see anything whether you look up, down, or sideways. It’s completely see-proof. So the only thing you can rely on is counting every step you take, as well as the twists and turns you make through the hall of the cells.

If you ever have to return to these cells for Sunoo or whatever the reason, you can rely on your memorization skills. You’ve done it before in the maze of Leehyun’s mansion.

A door opens, a few more steps, and the ropes fall from your wrists, replaced by two chains on each wrist, holding your arms up from the wall it’s chained to. Only after they’ve secured you do the blindfold get taken off.

And then, you take a deep breath, knowing the pain will now be coming.

“Poor little girl, still waiting for her happy ending.”

You look up at the familiar voice, wanting to laugh at the words she just uttered while her heels click under each step she takes.

Happy ending, what a joke.

“No one is coming to save you. Get up.”

Exhausted and in pain from almost everywhere, you still listen to Nari’s command as you place a palm on the floor, taking effort in holding your body up as it trembles from wanting to keep strength. You see blood dripping onto the floor, having fallen from your head, yet you can’t take your time to think or keep yourself steady because the chain is forcefully pulling you up once again, causing you to let out a little scream of pain.

Nari looks amused.

“How wonderful it is to finally be able to do this,” she says, her smile bright as she claps her hands together, shoulder hunching with delight. “Buttercup, you don’t know how happy I am to see you in such a state. I wish your father had allowed me to let me play with you in the way he allowed the rest of his toys to do so.”

“That’s never stopped you.”

“Right, right,” she nods at your comment, remembering those times as if it was a fond memory to look back on. “But father always reprimanded me once he found out. It was your father that had to pacify my father in the end.” She lets out a sigh, releasing her hands. “Isn’t it such a shame my father was so fond of you and your father was fond of me? What a twist in a fairytale.”

As if she’s ever had to struggle through a father’s lack of love.

“But then again, you’ve always had it far worse than me, didn’t you? Father would never let anyone hurt me after all.”

You feel your consciousness coming in and out, eyes a blur, sometimes too dark to see anything.

“Tell me, buttercup,” Nari holds your chin up by the tip of her fan, not wanting to get herself dirty in the slightest, and if you could spit in her face you would but you know better than that. “Aren’t you upset your father’s death hasn’t done you any benefit? I mean look at you. You’ve been going after everyone that’s done you wrong and yet they still do things to your head, don’t they?” She pokes you hard on the head, causing your body to stumble back.

Yet you keep your legs steady. You have no other choice, if you were to let your legs give in, the chains holding your arms up would tear them apart.

“You aren’t as smart as you believe, buttercup. I mean look at you, in the palm of my hands before you could even get to me.”

You sway a bit to the side so you let your right leg take a step towards it, keeping your upward stance. “You were never on the list of guys I wanted to go after.”

“Yes I was!” Nari’s quick to deny, her bold brows knitting between each other, those pearly white teeth bearing against one another. “You were going to come after me sooner or later! You’re just mad I got to you before you could me.”

“Why would I go after you, Nari?” You look straight at her despite your blurring vision, a light chuckle leaving you. “You never posed a threat to me.”

She seethes at your words, offended you would think so little of her after all the time she’s spent trying to make your life a living hell by making fun of you and picking on you whenever she got the chance. She would flaunt your father’s kind attention towards her whereas he always acted indifferent towards you. There were times when she’d order her people to hurt you, times when she’d pretend you did her wrong in front of your father, just to prove and show off the fact that he cared more for someone’s daughter than his own.

Though you always knew the truth behind all of that.

Nari had always been insecure when it came to you. It was your beauty that made her pay attention to you in the first place, because before you walked into her life, she was the prettiest anyone had ever seen, yet the attention flew your way the second you walked by.

Her father and the people that served under her shifting their attention fueled her insecurities.

For a good while you had let her get under your skin because she was right, father always acted as if he cared for other people’s daughter than his own, than you, but the person you are now knows he’s still a psychopath who doesn’t actually care for anyone.

Father always did what he had to do in order to bring forth allies.

He never cared for Nari in the way she thinks he does.

“You’re wrong! I am a threat to you!!” She bellows in a loud screech, already throwing a tantrum upon such simple words. If you’d known these small ticks would get to her, you should have used it against her in the past.

Too bad your past self was too kind and naive though.

“Your father cared for me in the way he’d never care for you! And I’m pretty!” She lands a hard slap on your face before stepping forward to put her hands on your shoulders, shaking you hysterically, forgetting the fact that she hates getting blood on her body. “Look at you, buttercup, look at how you look right now. You’ve got blood running down your head, you’re chained up against your will, barely able to stand on your two feet. You think you look pretty right now?”

You laugh at her naive way of thinking. It’s a bad idea, Nari’s got a big head with a huge ego and anyone who threatens that — her beauty most of all — will be on the receiving end of her wrath, whether they mean to or not.

“You really think a few hits in the face will cause those heads to turn away?” Still, you provoke her, wanting to have fun in the way you never could when you were younger; always the one who got the punch and never stood up for yourself.

What a pitiful little thing.

Nari’s right about one thing; Nobody is coming to save you.

Her head is quick to snap towards her men in the room, who aren’t fast enough to avert their attention from you. So in that split moment she caught them staring, it only adds fuel to the fire, and you laugh a little louder when she starts screaming.

“Careful, little celery, you almost look like you want to kill them yourself. But don’t you hate doing the dirty work?”

Min Nari.

Minari. The Korean word meaning water celery, a nickname she hates most of all, and along with the fact that she finally realizes she’s tainted her hands by touching you out of anger, she flinches when she catches sight of the blood on her palms. Her eyes bulge, disgust morphing her expression as if she was a germaphobe.

She’s not. She’s just dramatic.

The door clicks open before she can let out another shriek of ire, a voice walking in. “My little princess,” he calls, and Nari is quick to answer to the nickname that’s been bestowed to her.

“Papa! Y/N is—” Her breath hitches suddenly, shoulders flinching, and when you find the sight of her face morphed with something that looks like guilt, you realize perhaps her father didn’t know about this whole setup with you.

Though it’s not the only thing that surprises you today.

Min Yoongi, low and behold, comes walking in right behind the head of the Viper gang, along with a few more members of their force, without a scratch on his face.

So he isn’t an enemy of theirs?

Then just what is his relation to the snakes?

When he meets your eyes among Nari’s sudden silence and Junmyeon, her father, who looks as if he just walked into a scene his eyes weren’t meant to see, Yoongi’s eyes widen slightly at the state you’re in. Though he’s quick to mask that moment of weakness away before anyone else, aside from you, can notice.

He blinks, looks between you and Junmyeon, and you know you shouldn’t reveal anything about your relationship.

Not that you were going to.

“What are you doing?” Junmyeon, that old man, is quick to scold Nari though not without panic. “Quick! Release her!” He commands the nearby men and being that the head of their gang has given them the order, they know not to be in defiance no matter how much Nari begins to refute.

“Papa! You can’t do that!”

“Don’t you know who Y/N is now?” He rushes over to where you fall to the floor the instant the chains are loosened, but freezes when you hold a hand up, asking him not to touch you. He looks frantic, eyes scanning the area everywhere, and Nari doesn’t understand the reason behind his panic. “The Reapers are our allies! You can’t go around kidnapping and hurting just anyone, princess, especially not the new head.”

“Why does that matter?” She complains, her nose flared as she watches the way her father rushes to unlock the chains around your wrists himself. “Papa, you’ve always let me do everything I’ve wanted, why’re you stopping me now?”

She stomps over to where the two of you are, pushing her father aside and grabbing the chain that’s still on you, yanking it so that you’re forced to pull away from Junmyeon, the metal around your wrist digging further into your skin.

“Don’t you love me?!” She shouts, lower lip jutting out into a pout as she ignores her disgust for blood and all things dirty, sitting behind you and bringing her free arm around your neck, pulling you flushed against her chest. “Why do you always care so much about Y/N?”

What a child, still throwing tantrums when things aren’t going her way.

“Princess, I know you’re upset but please—”

His appeasement only makes her more upset. “I want her gone!”

“Get away from Y/N, please. She’s the Grim Reaper.”

“And?!” She tightens her hold around your neck. “She got that title handed down to her only because her father died! If her father hadn’t died, she’d still be living under his shadows. What makes you think she’s strong enough to go against others, much less me? She’d be nothing without her father’s men.”

What a foolish little girl.

You see the way Yoongi looks off to the side and the way dread and alarm contour Junmyeon’s face.

“Don’t you know why her father died?” Well, when speaking to the leaders of your father’s old allies, you did only exchanged words with the heads, not anyone else, so you guess you shouldn’t blame Nari too much for being left in the dark.

“He was murdered, why else?”

“By Y/N!”

By Y/N.

By you.

You feel Nari tense up in an instant, the grip she has on you frozen in place, and even though you can’t see it, you know her face must have quite the amusing expression plastered on now that the cat has finally gotten out of the bag.

“B-but…”

When her doubts kick in, ready to rebuttal her father’s words, Junmyeon continues speaking. “Bangtan saw her the day the former Reaper died, Yoongi can confirm it with his eyes.” Nari looks his way. “And a few weeks prior, Y/N met up with each leader of the Reapers’ allies and we, in turn, helped her plan her betrayal.”

What a day that was, seeing the expressions on the allies’ faces when you met up with them secretly without your father. They questioned what was going on, wondering why the Reaper’s daughter would ever seek out an audience with them without her father. You were always with your father when meetings were held after all, never alone, never away, and when you brought everything you had to the tables, threatening them with things beyond their abilities, they all eventually came to comply.

All you asked was for loyalty in return and loyalty in the mafia world is a code that must never be broken.

Not unless someone more powerful offers them something better than you can.

You forced them to break their loyalty to your father, you’re sure there may be others out there who can try and lead them astray from you, but at the moment, no one is more powerful than you.

The same goes for the Reapers.

You only decided to discard your father’s men rather than use them against him because you needed absolute loyalty. If they would be willing to betray your father for you, that meant they could betray you for someone else. And the Reapers in your hand are people you know would never betray you. You gave them the one thing no one in this world could, after all.

You saved them.

And they, in turn, gave you their life.

Your father’s allies all have the chance of stabbing you behind your back but that’s all the more reason you keep your Reapers beside you. With them, there are no loopholes, and no one will leave your eyes if one were to plot treason.

Though you never expected a certain spoiled brat would think to kidnap you, using a child to make you comply.

You admit that was smart on her part.

But now she’ll be facing the consequences of her action.

Junmyeon lowers his head before you, hands lying flat on the floor, bobbing his head up and down, forehead meeting the wooden tiles beneath him each time.

“I apologize, Y/N, please forgive me,” he begs.

“Papa, why’re you bowing to her?!” Nari still doesn’t understand.

“Nari!” So he calls her name for the first time, a rough, scolding tone in his voice as he levels her a glare. He’s never used her name before when addressing her. “Beg on your knees now or our gang will go down in history.” He returns to bowing again and again your way.

Smart man.

Yet Nari leaves your side to push her father from his repeated action, anger surging further for her father not listening to her and not being able to let things go the way she wants. “Stop it! Stop! Stop bowing to her! She’s nothing!”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Nari.” Her head snaps back your way, glare now leveled your way as you find her eyes red, stinging with unshed tears.

“Shut up!” She shouts at you, her emotions getting the best of her as she marches your way once more to land a loud slap that echoes into the room.

The room falls frozen though Nari breathes hard through her teeth, still in denial she’s in a position beneath you, still not wanting to accept it. She refuses to.

And while everyone else around her has turned solid cold, you only let out a hysterical laugh that makes Yoongi look at you with concern, Junmyeon and his men’s expression fall with terror, all the while Nari seethes even more, her face now more red than it’s ever been.

She turns away, stomping when she leaves the room, only to return seconds later with a certain child in custody, her hand wrapped around his neck while the other points the tip of the gun on his temple.

“Stop laughing or I’ll kill him! I will do it!” She threatens in a loud shriek before the corner of her lips curls into a smirk that shakes unsteadily.

She’s frightened of the power you still have hidden up your sleeves, but she still wants things to go her way.

“I know you care for children, buttercup, you wouldn’t let me hurt him now would you?”

Speak for yourself.

Sunoo stands there against his will, and when you meet his eyes, he’s calling out to you. What happened to you, my lady? Why are you hurt? Despite the fear instilled in his eyes (because what sort of child wouldn’t be frightened of a gun pointed to their head), he still watches you with panic and worry. His eyes show anger, and for a second he scans the room, wanting to know just who it is that has caused you to look the way you do, but he returns to you as quickly as they had left.

In a state where he should be more worried about his own life, he puts you first.

That’s what makes him so strikingly similar to the Reapers.

“Nari-”

“And you!” She points her gun at the man who had spoken up, brows furrowed so deep her wrinkles are showing — a sight you know she hates more than anything. “Papa, why have you brought him back here! I thought you only cared for me so why would you bring brother back? He ran away on his own, you should have let him stay that way!”

Brother?

You quickly bring your attention to Yoongi, eyebrows raised, eyes widened, because of all the things you thought about Yoongi’s involvement with the Vipers, being Junmyeon’s son was never on the list.

Min Yoongi.

Min Nari.

Min Junmyeon.

Yoongi never told you he had a father who belonged to another gang, much less a sister. In all the times you spent with him, listening to his secrets and insecurities, he never mentioned any of this to you. And with the fact that he’s confirmed that Bangtan wouldn’t know to suspect the Vipers in his kidnapping, you’re sure he’s never told the boys either.

But why?

Now that you think about it, for all the years you’ve known the Viper gang, Junmyeon has never mentioned ever having a son, so…is Yoongi illegitimate or did he receive the same treatment you had?

Neglected and forsaken?

After all, for the longest time, no one knew your father had a daughter and that was all because he didn’t want anyone seeing just how incompetent his own daughter was. Only a few close allies knew of your existence, and after you grew strong, only then did he allow the world to know of you.

Though even then, you were still hidden from most of the world.

“I get it, I get it.” Junmyeon scrambles from the floors to where his daughter stands, hands out to try and appease his daughter. At the end of the day, he will always be a fool for his daughter. “I know you’re upset but hey, now that your brother’s back, you can play with him instead. I know you like having your way with Y/N but don’t you remember the times when you had fun with your brother?”

Fun.

Nari’s definition of fun is different from that of the average citizen, and when you look at Yoongi, he reacts with nothing but his eyes facing the floor, looking tired.

Yoongi. Min Yoongi, is not the type of person who likes torturing his prisoners. Not because he doesn’t like getting his hands dirty like Nari but because it disgusts him and he’d rather leave that to someone else. There are times he’ll stop the others from doing too much to the ones that’s done them wrong, times when he’ll leave the room and only return when the screams have died down.

Yoongi will never lay a hand on anyone unless someone has truly pissed him off, and it takes a lot to piss off Min Yoongi.

He doesn’t raise his voice, he doesn’t raise his hands even during times when it seems reasonable. He doesn’t get upset for himself but he’ll get upset for others, and even then it will take a lot on the other end to actually get him to do something.

You’ve seen Yoongi upset before, you know he’s capable of being the hard man Namjoon and the others are when they’re upset, but you’ve never seen him lose control to the point of wanting to punch someone until their death.

Min Yoongi doesn’t get angry.

And you think that perhaps he’s always been such a quiet man because the family he grew up with never cared to hear his voice.

Here is Junmyeon, his supposed father, trying his best to make his little princess happy, by using his own son as a way for her to take her anger out on.

In the end, every father in this world is messed up and the children are to pay for their actions.

Nari, messed in the head. Yoongi, letting them stomp on him.

“I don’t want Yoongi! I want Y/N!” Nari continues complaining like a child, stomping her feet and shaking the gun she has in her hand. “Papa, can’t you see? Ever since she walked into our life, my life has been a living hell!” What an exaggeration. If she really wants to see hell, you can show it to her. “She has the audacity to be prettier than me and laugh in my face! Papa, can’t you do something?”

“She’s the—”

“I don’t care!! Whatever Nari wants, Nari gets. Isn’t that what you’ve told me my whole life? So why are you stopping me from getting what I want now?”

“Because—”

“No one would know,” she says quickly. Quietly. “How would they know?” You raise a brow when she spares you a quick glance. “Her Reapers don't know of our relation, they wouldn’t know to suspect us. How many days have passed already, papa? Have you gotten any threats? And brother’s people don't know either because he’s good at keeping his mouth shut.” She looks between you and Yoongi, a smirk curling along her lips. This one is confident. This one is arrogant. “No one would know.”

“Princess…”

When Junmyeon continues arguing, she keeps going, trying to reel him in. “Papa, aren’t you ashamed to be worshiping the grounds of woman? I thought you were stronger than that, I thought you were more powerful. Now that I’ve gotten everything set up and no one knows to come for us, isn’t this the perfect opportunity to take back the power you had before the Reapers ever came into our life?”

What a cunning little girl, smarter than you expected.

She knows just what to say, knows what pushes her father’s buttons and what motivates him. It’s true that the Vipers have never been more powerful, much less on the same level, as the Reapers. Your father was a great emperor who ruled with strict guidance, leaving no room for discussion, and if he had to make his allies into his pawns and throw them out when they were no longer useful to him, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

The Vipers were just a gang he associated himself with to grow and they’ve been nothing but a pawn in his game of chess.

It’s true if they rid of you now, no one would suspect a thing and they would gain more power than they’ve ever had in their long line of reign. You’re powerful and strong and so is Yoongi, but with Nari using Sunoo against you, the two of you can’t think of escaping without the chances of Sunoo dying.

Junmyeon finally looks convinced when he glances your way, that impending smile on his face just waiting to come, and you lean your head back into the wall behind you, wanting to scoff at the situation.

Well. Looks like you can’t finish your revenge plan after all.

Only death awaits.

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iridescentpull · 29 days

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Wrote a little ficlet inspired by this post. Enjoy <3

In Ramón’s defense, he thought he was no longer allergic to cinnamon.

He hadn’t really had the chance to eat anything with cinnamon since they were taken to the Purgatory Islands. Then he got back, and the focus was on feeding him actual meals that would heal and strengthen his body again. Plus, Fit wasn’t one to cook things other than avocado toast except for tasks.

So when Pac asked him if he’d like to try some churros he made, he thought sure, why not. He’d heard food allergies disappear as one grows older, so the same thing probably happened to him. If not, he’s an older dragonling, so he could probably take it. It would be fine.

Probably.

***

It was not fine.

As soon as he took a bite of the dough, it was like his tastebuds were on fire, and that the flames were cinnamon and sugar flavored. He made a face and then coughed as the spices made his throat start to tickle.

Pac was a little confused at his reaction. “Don’t you like them?” He asked, concerned. “Did I put too much cinnamon? You can tell me, I won’t be offended.”

The dragonling shook his head, eyes tearing up as he felt hives rise from his skin. With a shaky hand, he signs. ‘No, they’re good!’ He tried to sign back, before a coughing fit made his hands shake even harder. ‘I’m just... allergic? To cinnamon.’

That made his Pai’s eyes widen. “Wait, are you having an allergic reaction?”

Ramón nodded.

“Puta merda.” The male cussed, ruching to his potion chest and scrambling through it. “Your dad is gonna kill me!”

‘Pai.’ The dragonling tried to sign, but he wasn’t able to do much with the way his hands shook, and his skin was starting to break out into a rash. ‘It’s okay!’

Pac wasn’t paying attention, though, and instead was frantically digging through the chest. He let out a sigh of relief when he pulled out two healing pots and a slimeball. “Here!” He shoved one of the healing pots in Ramón’s wavering mouth, and the dragonling was glad he managed to swallow the entire thing before coughing out.

‘Pai.’ He tried to sign, again. ‘It’s okay. I promise! Fit won’t be mad!’

His father said nothing, too busy mixing the healing pot with the slime to create a healing cream for the hives that had begun to rise. After he created the mix, he gently grabbed one of Ramón’s arm and started spreading it over the hives.

“Oh, this could’ve been bad.” Pac mumbled, as he moved to spread the cream over the hives on Ramón’s neck. “Your dad is gonna kill me.”

‘Fit’s not gonna kill you.’ The dragonling signed, but the other wasn’t looking at him, too focused on treating the hives. ‘It’ll be fine, you didn’t know.’

The older man sighed and looked up, eyes a bit misty. “I didn’t want to hurt you though, nenê.” He said, looking down to grab the other’s arm and spread the cream as well. “I promised to Fit I wouldn’t hurt you.”

Ramón's eyes widened at that, and he bit his lip guiltily. ‘Sorry, pai.’ He signed, looking down. ‘It was an accident, and you didn’t know. I promise I won’t do it again.’

That got a sad chuckle out of his father, who finished applying the cream and moved to gently hug him. Ramón hugged him back, and the two sat there for a bit.

“Thank you, nenê.” He said, before pulling away. “I’ll keep a stock of healing pots and a slimeballs around just in case, okay?”

‘Alright.’ Ramón signed, smiling up at him with that twinkle in his eyes. ‘Dying to an allergic reaction would suck, now that I think about it.’

Pac cackled, shaking his head. “It would.” He agreed, patting Ramón’s hair. “There are way more cooler ways to die.”

‘There are!’ Ramón cheered, making his father laugh. ‘Like hanging!’

The Brazilian’s eyes brightened. “You are so right, nenê.”

***

“You did what?!”

‘Whoops?’

“Ay Ramón…”

#qsmp #pactw #fitmc #qsmp ramon #fitpac #aynee writes

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alwaysonthemend · 9 months

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Author’s Note: I have FINALLY finished this fic that I started freaking forever ago. So sorry for the long wait. Life is crazy and unfortunately, I cannot prioritize writing smut over my other responsibilities as a person who works full time AND is suffering through college. Either way, I hope ya’ll enjoy! Sorry for any typos/mistakes. There’s probably more than usual because I was just trying to get this fic done as soon as possible since I have the time.

Content Warnings: M x f x m threesome (no slash), oral (m and f rec.), cussing, dirty talk, minor spit and cum play, slapping (like a lil bit), I think that’s it?. 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

Word Count: 6072

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You have no excuse, really, for the way your eyes linger on him sometimes – like you can’t look away no matter how much you know you should. You’re happy with Jake, happier than you’ve ever been in other relationships. He more than satisfies you in bed and otherwise, and you truly have no idea why your thoughts wander the way they do towards your boyfriend’s best friend. It fills you with guilt – sometimes so overwhelming you can hardly look at either of them. And no matter how hard you try, that itch just won’t seem to go away. An itch for what? You’re not entirely sure. All you know is that it’s there, and that one of these days it’s going to drive you completely crazy. And a part of you welcomes the idea.

Now, for instance, is one of those moments when you can’t peel your eyes away from him, eyes transfixed on the way his muscles ripple and flex deliciously with each movement – mercilessly pounding into his drum kit in a way that makes your mouth water.

Your focus is torn, one half of you completely in awe as you watch Jake up there on that stage, thrusting his hips into his beloved guitar and as he allows his face to twist and contort into expressions that should be reserved for the bedroom. Sweat drips from him and his hair is stringy and wild, and the sight makes your thighs clench with need.

But then you see him – just out of the corner of your eye, and you have to look. He’s sweaty too, and the power of his body makes your mouth run dry. Every movement is meticulous, effortlessly carrying the band and keeping everyone on pace while also delivering chest-rumbling beats that make you feel absolutely awash with need. You allow yourself to watch him for a moment longer, biting your lip between your teeth as heat washes over you – engulfing you with arousal and want.

From your spot in the pit, you can see both of them so clearly. And, either fortunately or unfortunately for you, Jake can see you clearly, too. You cut your eyes from Danny quickly and lock eyes with him. Instantly, you can feel your cheeks flush as Jake quirks an eyebrow at you. Wanting to act as normal as possible in the hopes that he dismisses what he just saw, you give him a smile and an encouraging nod of your head. He smiles back before shifting his focus back to his performance. You breathe a sigh of relief, shoulders untensing as he turns away.

The rest of the show goes off beautifully, and before you know it Jake is whisking you away to his dressing room to relieve the post-show adrenaline – something that’s become a bit of a tradition for the two of you.

“Fuck, baby.” He mutters in your ear, pressing into you from behind as he pushes your chest into the wall. His lips hover just above your ear and you can feel his hot breath on you as he speaks. “I’m so fucking hard right now.”

He’s not lying – you can feel his hard length where it’s pressing into your ass. You wiggle your hips, grinding down on him a little before you answer.

“How could it not be after fucking your guitar on stage for hours on end?”

Jake growls and spins you around, using one arm to press into your chest. He’s got his free hand pressed into the wall, caging you in. He’s sweaty and the heat rolls off him in waves as he stares at you – a fire ablaze in his eyes.

“You got a problem with the way I fuck my guitar?”

You shake your head ‘no,’ a fresh wave of slick flooding your panties just at the thought of the things he does to that poor instrument.

“Didn’t think so.” He attaches his lips to yours in a bruising kiss as he slots his thigh between your legs, pressing the thick muscle into your aching core.

You whine and rock your hips against him, desperate for relief.

“Jake. Fuck!” You whine, letting your head fall back with a thud against the wall behind you as he leaves searing kisses down your throat.

Jake reaches a hand downwards, unzipping your skirt and pushing it off you. The fabric pools around your ankles and you whine as he cups your clothed pussy.

“So desperate for it already?” He asks with a cocksure grin, pulling the soiled fabric of your panties halfway down your thighs before swiping a calloused finger through your folds. He plunges one talented finger inside of you, pumping in and out as his thumb rubs tight circles over your swollen clit.

Breathless and needy moans fall from your lips like prayers, and part of you worries about others hearing you – but you can’t for the life of you hold the sounds in as he plays your pussy like you’re his guitar, effortlessly coaxing the sounds out of you.

“You’re soaked, pretty girl.” He breathes out, rocking his own hips forward as he listens to the sounds you’re making. He adds another finger, curling them deliciously inside of you as he finds that special place that only he can. “All this for me?”

“All for you, Jake.” You stutter out through moans, spreading your legs as much as you can. His arm pressing against you is the only thing keeping you upright.

“It’s not though, is it?”

Your eyes spring open to stare at him, icy panic washing over you. His fingers don’t stop, but he’s pinning you with a look you can’t decipher.

“What-what do you mean?” You ask him, fighting to get the words out as he presses his thumb harder against your clit.

“I’m not blind, baby. I see the way you watch our sweet Daniel when you think I’m not looking.”

Your eyes widen comically as your breath catches in your throat. Stunned, you say nothing as you stare at him.

Jake rolls his eyes at you, pulling his fingers from your weeping cunt and sucking them into his mouth. He moans around them before releasing them with a wet pop.

“Don’t act all coy now.” He says, stepping back from you to slip his jacket off before unbuttoning his suit pants and stepping out of them, leaving him in nothing but his black boxers.

You want to admire the tan, sweaty expanse of skin that lies before you, but the panic and fear is clouding your mind.

“I watched you tonight… watching him and biting your lip the way you do when you’re horny.” Jake tells you, palming his hard cock through his boxers.

You’re watching him with wide eyes, completely at a loss for what to say or do. You’ve never felt more exposed than you do right now: in nothing but your bra, your skirt and panties pooled around your ankles, and your deepest darkest secret being spoken about as if it’s nothing. Jake must sense your fear, as he closes the distance between the two of you.

“It’s okay, baby.” He assures you, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand – the softness of the gesture completely out of place in such a situation. It soothes you nonetheless. “I don’t mind it.”

Your eyes widen as he pulls his boxers down, allowing his hard cock to spring completely free. The tip is flushed with arousal, and pearly drops of precum glisten on his tip.

He holds his palm up to you, just below your chin.

“Spit.” He commands, and you open your mouth and allow a string of drool to pool in his hand. “Good girl.” He says, wrapping his fist around his cock as he begins to pump himself with long, languid strokes, flicking his wrist every so often as his palm passes over the head.

“Tell me, sweet girl. Tell me what you think about when you stare at him.”

Your entire body feels like it’s on fire, nerve endings ablaze with arousal and fear – a delicious combination, if you’re being totally honest. Jake is looking at you like a tiger watches its prey, and his heaving chest and lust-blown eyes spur you on to speak.

“I think about how strong he is.” You finally say, voice so quiet it’s almost a whisper. “I think about his shoulders… about how he could pick me up with so little effort – if he really wanted to.”

“Yeah?” Jake asks, groaning as you speak, hand working over himself quickly. “What else? I’m sure there’s more.”

“I imagine him fucking me.” You admit, cheeks so hot it feels like you’re melting. “I imagine you both fucking me.”

“Fuckin’ hell, baby.” He moans, stopping his strokes and pressing in impossibly closer to you.

All you can do is watch, back pressed up against the wall, as he guides the velvety head of his cock through your folds, collecting your wetness and spreading it over himself.

He taps your thighs, signalling for you to jump. You comply, wrapping your legs around his hips as he holds you to him, using his body weight to press your back into the wall to keep you upright.

“You imagine both of us? Worshipping this pretty, pink pussy?”

You nod, biting your lip as he finally slips his length inside of you, burying himself to the hilt as he groans deeply.

You grip his shoulders with both hands, steadying yourself as he begins to piston his hips into you. You toss your head back and moan loudly at the feeling of him filling you so perfectly.

“What if I told you that I’d like that very much?” He asks you, pressing his face close to you so that you’re almost kissing.

“You would?’ You ask between pants, feeling the coil in your belly beginning to tighten.

“So much, baby.” He grunts, voice thick and husky with lust. “I imagine the noises you’d make as we both take care of you. You’d be helpless… completely lost to the pleasure of having us both at your mercy.”

You whine at his words, and he grunts when you clench around him.

“You know what else I’ve imagined, sweet girl?”

“W-what have you imagined, Jake?” You can barely speak, mind foggy with pleasure as he pounds into you so hard – you know your back will be bruised tomorrow, but you can’t find it within yourself to care.

“I imagine how pretty you’d look with your lips wrapped around his cock.”

Without warning, your orgasm crashes through you – you practically scream as you finish, and wave upon wave of pleasure courses through your entire body. Suddenly, Jake pulls his length from you, feverishly stroking his cock before he finishes, painting his hand and your belly with his release.

As you come down from your high, your mind is left reeling at what Jake just admitted – and of your own reaction to it. Jake brings his hand up to your mouth and you obediently lap up his release, moaning at the salty taste of him. Once you’re finished, he falls to his knees – licking through your folds to clean up your own release and his cum that covers your lower belly. He goes slowly, careful to not overstimulate your sensitive clit. If you were in a better state of mind, the action would have surely sent you spiralling into lust all over again.

Once he rises, the two of you just stare at each other. You have no idea what you’re supposed to say now.

“Baby,” Jake says sweetly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “if this is really something you want, I want to make it happen for you.”

“Is this something you want?” You ask him in place of giving your answer.

“I already told you how I feel about it, baby. It’s up to you.”

“I don’t know, Jake…” You start, shaking your head and biting your lip. “We haven’t even talked to Danny about all this and-”

“Actually I kind of already have.”

That draws you up short, and your jaw drops open in shock.

“What?”

“Yeah, I- um.” He scratches the back of his neck – the way he does when he’s nervous, and you can practically see the trepidation in his eyes. He’s afraid you’re angry.

“I’m not angry, Jake.” You soothe him, grabbing his hand in yours and running your thumb over the back of his hand. “Just shocked. And a little embarrassed.”

He gives you a soft smile at that – so very different from how things had been just moments before in the heat of passion and lust.

“Don’t be. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Danny is more than willing… if you decide you want this.”

You nod, mulling over his words for a moment. This all feels like a dream – a terrible, wonderful dream that you never thought would come true. But apparently it can come true… if you really want it to. And you do – so badly, you want it to come true.

“Okay.” You finally breathe out, feeling like a weight has suddenly been lifted from your shoulders.

“Okay as in yes?”

“Okay as in yes.” You confirm, and a lovely smile spreads across his face – the one that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle in the cutest way.

“I told him that I’d text him when we got back to our hotel room and he said he’d be there. And if I don’t text him, it’ll be like this discussion never happened.” Jake tells you, pulling his suit pants back up before retrieving his jacket from the floor and slipping it on.

“I want you to text him, then.” You say, pulling up your skirt and panties. Jake hands you your top from the floor, and you slip it over your head.

“We have the whole ride back. Think about it and then we’ll decide once we actually get to the room. How’s that sound?”

Your chest warms at him – suddenly overcome with his thoughtfulness surrounding this whole situation. Clearly, he wants this to be your choice, completely unrushed and uninfluenced by anything other than your own want and desire.

You nod, and the two of you gather your things and head to the car.

-🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️-

“I’ve decided.” You tell Jake, as the two of you enter your shared hotel room. You flick on the light and turn to look at him.

He doesn’t say anything – merely inclining his head towards you, signalling for you to continue.

“I want you to text Danny.”

A smirk tugs at his lips as he whips his phone from his pocket. You watch as his fingers tap quickly across the screen, notifying Danny of your decision.

“I knew you had it in you, babe.”

He grabs your shoulders, guiding you gently over to the king size bed in the middle of the room.

“Do you wanna undress now or wait until he gets here?”

You think for a moment, weighing the options.

“Now.”

“Okay. Do you also want me to undress with you? Would that make you feel more comfortable?”

“I think so.”

“Okay.”

The two of you undress slowly – it feels like the calm before a wonderful storm. You can’t help but watch him as he undresses, affection and thankfulness washing over you. This is uncharted territory for you, and he’s making it as smooth as he possibly can for you. You can’t imagine that there are many men out there that are as attentive as he is in a situation like this.

Once you’re bare, you climb into the bed. You lean back into the plush pillows, attempting to soothe your nerves. Jake crawls up next to you, placing a soft but insistent kiss on your lips. He smooths his hands over your thighs, rubbing up and down them lightly.

“Just relax, sweet girl.” He murmurs into the skin of your neck. “We’ll take good care of you.”

You smile, nerves still there but beginning to melt away.

“I know you will.”

A knock at the door makes you jump, and Jake’s grip on your thigh tightens a little. He looks at you, giving you one last moment to back out.

You don’t want to. Not after wanting this for so long and thinking it impossible. You give him one single nod, and he smiles at you in return.

“It’s unlocked!” Jake calls.

The door opens, revealing a nervous looking Danny in nothing but his white stage pants. His chest is bear, allowing you to admire the sight before you freely. He closes the door behind him and locks it – sealing you into your fate.

“Hey.” He says, giving you a lopsided smile.

“Hi.” Your voice is quiet, timid. He notices.

“Are you sure this is okay, Y/n? I don’t want you to feel pressured-”

“I’m sure.” You interrupt him, sitting up a little to look at him more clearly. You look at Jake, who’s sitting quietly – letting you take control of this. “I promise you I’m sure.”

“Okay. Good.” You can physically see his shoulders relax.

“Strip and come over here.” You tell him, slightly shocked at the confident tone that falls out of you – you’re not sure where it came from, but you try to embrace the feeling.

He follows your orders, stripping to nothing but his boxers before walking over to the side of the bed. You can see the outline of his cock through the fabric, big and half-hard.

“Everything.” You order again, leaning back into the pillows.

He hooks his fingers into the waistband before tugging them down and kicking them off, exposing his cock to your hungry eyes, He’s big – as you always assumed he’d be.

“Spread your legs for me, baby.” Jake mutters, finally breaking his silence. You turn to look at him, noting the way his pupils are blown so wide his eyes almost look black. “Let him see how pretty this pussy is.”

You’re stunned for a moment at his brazen words, but you quickly comply with his order. You allow your knees to fall apart, exposing your glistening cunt to the two gorgeous men in front of you.

You watch as Danny’s eyes widen and his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. His dick stands at full attention, and his hands flex at his sides.

“Gorgeous isn’t she?” Jake asks Danny, who can only nod his confirmation at the sight of you.

His reaction fills you with courage, and you bring your own hand down to swipe it through your folds, feeling the wetness there. Danny lets out a breathless little noise.

“She tastes so sweet – sweeter than fucking candy.” Jake says, eyeing your hand as you begin to circle your finger over your clit. “Want a taste?”

“God yes.” Danny sighs, and the bed dips as he climbs in alongside you and Jake. He settles between your thighs, eyes locked onto yours for a moment. You give him a nod and he turns his head to Jake, silently asking for permission.

“Go ahead, Dan. Make her feel good. She deserves it.”

That’s all he needs. You pull your hand away as Danny dives in, licking a long stripe from your slit all the way to your clit. You whine and toss your head back at the feeling.

“Fuck, you do taste good.” He admits into your heat.

“Told you.” Jake tells him, and you can hear the cocksure smile in his voice.

Suddenly, Danny’s tongue slips into you, drawing a loud moan from you as he fucks into you with his tongue. Your legs tremble and you clench your eyes shut at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure washing over you.

Without warning, Jake attaches his lips to your nipple – suckling and biting it the way he knows drives you crazy.

You fist your left hand in the sheets, and your other tangles in Danny’s curls as he fucks into mercilessly with his tongue. Loud moans, high-pitched and desperate, fall from your lips. Mixed calls of both Jake and Danny’s names as Danny skillfully leads you to the edge.

Jake kisses over to your other nipple, biting down harshly and causing you to buck your hips into Danny’s face. The action allows his tongue to go deeper, and he groans into you. The feeling is overwhelming as you begin to rock your hips into him, hurdling closer and closer to orgasm.

“Make her cum, Danny.” Jake says, and the words come out as a demand. “She sounds so pretty when she cums.”

With that, you’re falling apart – drenching Danny’s beautiful face with your release. You let out a wail as the pleasure courses through you, causing your entire body to tremble and shake.

Danny sits up, sinking his weight on his heels as he gives you a moment to recover.

“Prettier than any song we’ve ever written.” Danny says, licking his lips and tasting your release.

You blink your eyes open to find the both of them staring at you – waiting for you to tell them what you want. It’s sweet, but your remaining nerves and anxiety are making it difficult for you to find the words to tell them what you want.

Jake, sensing this, speaks up first.

“Tell him, baby. Tell him what you told me.”

Instantly, you know what he’s referring to, and somehow your cheeks grow even redder. Danny is looking up at you with wide, lust-blown eyes, and the sight of him makes your pussy clench around nothing.

“I-” Your voice cracks lightly and you clear your throat, “I want you to fuck me, Danny.”

A groan falls from between Danny’s lips – a noise so sinful you’re shocked to hear it coming from someone who’s usually so sweet and reserved. It’s an amazing confidence boost, knowing that you can affect him that way.

“I’d love to.” Danny cuts his eyes to Jake again, who’s grinning at the two of you. “If that’s okay.”

Jake nods at him.

“You can fuck her, Daniel. But be careful – her pussy’s fucking addicting.”

From his place beside you, Jake leans over to the bedside table where you know he’s got a box of condoms. Pulling one from the box, he hands the little packet to Danny.

With dark eyes still trained on you, Danny rips open the foil with his teeth before slowly rolling the condom onto his hard length. He groans as he slides his hand down himself, and Jake watches in rapt attention as you practically drool at the sight in front of you.

“You ready, baby girl?” Danny asks, voice incredibly deep and dripping with lust.

You nod in response, spreading your legs wider for him.

Slowly, he runs a finger through your slick, gathering your wetness and spreading it over his cock. You’re practically dripping, and there’s more than enough to get him sufficiently lubricated.

Your eyes roll back into your head as he finally slides into you, stretching you beyond belief. He’s girthier than Jake, and the sting brings with it unimaginable pleasure as he bottoms out.

Danny’s brows are pinched together as he holds still for a moment, giving you time to adjust to his size. His entire body is tense as he fights to control his own desire and need for some sort of relief for his aching cock.

“Move, Danny.” You whine, and he complies immediately.

He pulls almost completely from your entrance, before slamming his hips back into you. He sets a quick, brutal pace – thrusting into you with so much force that the bed creaks and groans with each one. His own groans are like music to your ears as he loses himself to the pleasure as well.

“Fuck, you feel like fucking velvet around me.” He admits through gritted teeth.

You open your mouth to respond – to tell him how good he feels inside you, but your words are cut short with a loud moan as a sudden, violent vibration presses into your swollen clit.

In shock you look down to see Jake, leaning over the side of the bed next to Danny with your cherry red vibrator in his hand. He’s got a wicked smirk dancing across his lips and he raises an eyebrow at you.

You thought you’d hidden that thing well enough – but Jake clearly knew you too well. It’s his favorite thing to do to you – put that damn vibrator on its highest setting and use it while he fucks you until you’re a sobbing, overstimulated mess. You should have known that he wasn’t going to let Danny be the only one to have fun tonight.

“Jake,” you cry, just as Danny nails you with a particular delicious thrust, “Daniel, fuck!”

Danny smiles at your inability to control the needy, pornographic moans that fall from between your lips and Jake laughs at you as you squirm.

“Too much, baby?” He asks, pressing the vibrator into your clit harder, sending white hot sparks shooting through your entire body. “Thought you wanted this? Wanted us both to ruin you?”

You can’t answer, completely overwhelmed with both too much and not enough.

“Want me to stop?” Jake asks.

“Don’t fucking stop, Jake.” Danny orders suddenly as he places his forearms on the bed on either side of you. “She’s clenching around me so fucking hard.”

“Shit!” You groan, both of their voices driving you completely crazy with lust.

You spread your legs wider, allowing Danny to thrust even deeper into you, and despite the overwhelming sensations of both Jake and Danny’s cock thrusting into you, you can feel your impending orgasm start to claw its way up inside you.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum.” You whine, eyes screwing shut on their own accord.

“Cum around my cock.” Danny orders, his pace faltering as his own release comes closer and closer.

“Let Danny have it, angel. Do it. Come on.”

Your orgasm feels like it lasts forever – wave upon wave of hot pleasure tearing through you. With a broken moan, Danny is cumming too. You open your eyes the best you can to take in his blissed out expression as he finishes. You try to memorise the way he looks – the way his mouth opens in a silent scream, the way the sweat drips down him, and the way his brows furrow as he rides out his pleasure.

Your body starts to shake as you come down, and Jake swiftly removes the vibrator from you, clicking it off and placing it onto the nightstand.

Your body is drenched in sweat, and you whine and hiss as Danny pulls out of you. He pulls the used condom from himself, and tosses it into the small trash can in the corner.

“Beautiful.” He whispers, caressing your flushed cheek with his fingertips. You give him a lazy smile, before turning to see Jake. His cock is still rock hard, leaking and neglected where it rests against his belly. He’s watching you like a hawk, licking his lips at the sight of you.

“Jake.” You whine, reaching out for him. You want him to enjoy this too.

“Can I tell Daniel about what made you fall apart on my cock earlier, angel?”

You nod, instantly remembering how hard you had cum when Jake admitted what he had imagined taking place between you and Danny.

Danny watches Jake, cocking his head expectantly, cock already half-hard again despite the orgasm that he just enjoyed.

“You see, Daniel,” Jake begins, wrapping his hand around his cock and beginning to stroke himself as he keeps his eyes locked onto you as he speaks. “She was so embarrassed at first, when I asked her about what she imagined with you. All flushed and timid.”

You turn to Danny to see him staring at you, listening to Jake but watching your reaction to his words instead. You can’t help the way that your thighs clench as you remember what had transpired with Jake earlier.

“But no matter how embarrassed she was…” Jake pauses, allowing the moment to draw out before he continues, “she couldn’t stop the way she completely fucking lost it when I told her how pretty she’d look with her lips wrapped around your cock.”

You watch as Danny’s breath catches in his throat, eyes wide and mouth hanging open slightly. His eyes dart between you and Jake – from your flushed, cockdrunk expression to Jake’s smug one.

“She’s real good at it, Daniel.” Jake’s strokes on his cock remain slow, drawing out his own pleasure by edging himself as he speaks. “She’s a desperate little whore when you give her a cock to choke on.”

“Please.” The request falls from your lips completely unbidden, your brain unable to filter your words in the lust-drunk state that it’s in. “Let me taste you, Danny. Want it so bad.”

“Fuckin’ hell.” Danny breathes out, cock twitching where it rests against his belly. “I never thought I could have this. I never thought I could have you.”

“You have me. Please.” Your mouth is watering, salivating at the sight of him as he seemingly fights with his own desire as you beg to suck his cock.

“And you,” Jake interrupts, smiling down at you wickedly, “have both of us. Let us ruin you – fill you up like I know you want us to.”

He’s not wrong. You do have them, and you want nothing more than to let them use you. You want them to fill you – you want to be theirs to take their pleasure from.

Wordlessly, Danny shuffles upwards, finally settling on his knees above your head.

“On your hands and knees, Y/n.” He orders, seemingly finding his courage again.

The sound of your name on his lips, voice drenched in unfiltered need, sends a fresh wave of slick down your thighs as you fulfil his request. You roll over, making a show of sticking your ass up in the air for them to enjoy.

Distantly, you’re aware of Jake’s movements as he leans over to grab a condom for himself. The sound of the foil tearing makes your belly flutter with anticipation.

“Fuck.” Danny whispers, running an appreciative hand up across the swell of your ass.

“So eager to please, aren’t you, angel?” Jake murmurs, settling himself behind you. He grips your hips with both hands, digging his calloused fingers into your flesh.

Danny has his own hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly and you watch in awe as the muscles in his forearm and shoulders ripple. You look up at him through your lashes and open your mouth, extending your tongue in invitation.

Slowly, Danny traces the tip of his cock over your lips, stretched as you open your jaw wider. Finally, he places his hard cock on your tongue. The skin is hot and velvety as he slides his length into your waiting mouth, and you swallow him down the best you can. Already, your jaw aches around him, but you don’t care.

You feel it as Jake swipes his own cock through your folds, lathering himself in your release and slick before nudging the head of his cock into your slit – just barely breaching your entrance in order to tease you.

Doing your best to breathe through your nose, you swallow around Danny’s cock, allowing his tip to nudge the back of your throat. You gag and tears begin to leak from your eyes. You wiggle your hips, signaling to Jake that you want more.

“There we go. Fuck.” He groans, bottoming out inside of you and stilling for a moment. You moan, and the vibrations draw a stuttered whimper from Danny.

“You’re perfect.” Danny admits, eyes falling shut as you hollow your cheeks and begin to bob your head the best that you can. It’s not the best position, but he seems to be enjoying it nonetheless – the groans that escape him are downright sinful.

Jake starts a steady rhythm, each stroke deep and powerful. He’s not rushing, instead taking his time and admiring the view in front of him.

“I knew I was right, angel. You look absolutely divine sucking his cock.”

You whine at his words, overwhelmed with need as he continues to thrust into you slowly.

Doing your best to balance your weight on one arm, you reach up with the other to find Danny’s hand. Once you find it, you guide it up to your hair, allowing him to set the pace.

Taking the hint, he starts to rock is hips into your mouth, fucking your throat beautifully. Drool falls from the corners of your lips on both sides, and your eyes roll back into your head as Jake picks up his pace.

“Fuck, Y/n.” Danny moans, tossing his head back. You wish you could see him better, but the sounds he’s making are more than enough. You do your best to cement them into memory so that you can revisit them someday in the future.

Jake is similarly losing himself as he fucks you, nailing that special spot inside you that drives you crazy. His grunts are animalistic, clearly enjoying the sight of you so blissed out and pliant.

“I’m close, angel.” Jake growls, slapping your ass. The hit is hard, and you moan loudly at the sting. “You’re so beautiful – letting us fucking use you. Shit.” His words come out pitchy, like they always do when he’s about to cum. Your own orgasm is on the horizon, and you almost don’t want it – you don’t want this feeling to end. This feeling of being completely at their mercy, nothing but a vessel through which they’re finding their pleasure.

“M’ close.” Danny tells you, and you can feel his cock twitching on your tongue as he continues to fuck your mouth with frenzied thrusts. You just moan, tightening your lips around him to let him know you want him to cum down your throat.

Little “uhs” escape Jake’s pretty lips, and the sound of him, coupled with his hard thrusts and Danny’s groans, send you careening into your climax. Your entire body tenses as you cum, and you let out a noise that barely even sounds human.

With a loud groan, Danny spills down your throat, and you swallow every last bit of his release – savoring the salty taste of him as your orgasm keeps fucking going.

After only a few more sloppy thrusts, Jake explodes inside the condom, cock pulsing and twitching as he rides out his pleasure inside you. The both of them are panting and covered in sweat, and your own body feels floaty and exhausted as Danny extracts his cock from your mouth.

Delicately, Danny uses the sheet to wipe the saliva that covers your chin, caressing your cheeks as he does so. Jake pulls out of you slowly, taking care to be gentle on your abused cunt. As soon as he pulls free, you allow your body to relax fully, sinking into the mattress utterly spent.

“There’s a clean towel and some fresh clothes in the bathroom if you want to shower.”

The sound of Jake’s soft voice floats through your ears, sounding like it’s distant and muted.

“Thank you. I think I’ll just shower in my room, though. Don’t wanna make too much noise. She needs to rest.” You hear Danny respond, voice equally soft.

You tilt your head up at him, taking in his flushed chest and the way his body shines with perspiration. He’s like a Greek god standing in your hotel room, looking down at you with soft, appreciative eyes. He leans down towards you, pressing a kiss to your lips. He keeps his lips closed – simply a kiss of gratitude and comfort.

“Thank you. For letting me experience you for a night.” He says quietly, lips quirked in that little sideways smile that you love so much.

“Mmm. Thank you.” You tell him, resting your head back on the mattress.

Danny rises from the bed, slipping back into his pants before turning back to look at Jake. You watch in silence as they stare at each other, seemingly communicating through just the look alone. Finally, Jake smiles and tilts his head.

“Take good care of her.” Danny grins, turning to head for the hotel door.

“Always.” Jake responds, smiling down at you and brushing your sweaty hair from your forehead.

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 1 year

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can I get cowboy!reader with the flu, all feverish and sick and disoriented and maybe the team takes shifts going to watch him/give him some company because he lives all alone and they know he won’t take care of himself like he would for others.

Whether this is an opportunity for more romance to bloom or for him to just be seen as a bit vulnerable and human to the other members of the team, up to you. I think all his usual inhibitions would be lowered juuust enough to give the team a laugh. (bc in my mind he’s not a drinker, he doesn’t like the effect it has on people- making them violent etc)

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Description: cowboy reader gets sick and makes some confessions. And it's what everyone's been waiting for.

Warnings: illness, mentions throwing up (no actual throwing up), cold/flu, mentions high temperature, reader feels rough, yeah

A/N: hopefully this is okay, i'm feeling a bit worried about this one but today has been a whirlwind and i finished this to relax and thought i'd post it now so hopefully it's okay. let me know what you think, even if it's criticism! (it's okay if you have ways in which you think i can improve!) also i'm panicking it reads as rushed so i'm very sorry if it does seem rushed but yeah let me know your thoughts!

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You had felt like shit by the end of the day and had drove home hoping it was just the consequence of a busy day. So, when you got home, you had immediately gotten dressed into your pajamas and quickly ate something and curled up under your covers and fell asleep.

This feeling, however, did not go away when you woke up the next morning. In fact, it had gotten so so so much worse. You couldn't bend down without your head feeling like it was going to explode. But still, you got dressed, grabbed a coffee and made your way to work. (You weren't one to give in to illness).

"You look rough." Morgan stated as you walked into the bullpen.

"'M fine," You mumbled, removing your hat and placing it on the desk as you tried to push the hair that was now stuck to your forehead back. "'m not even sick-"

"You need to go home." Hotch says as he joins the rest of the group, you shake your head, blinking any dots from your vision.

"No, I'm fine. I can still work," You insisted. Hotch studied you once more before sighing.

"If I agree to let you stay, I want you to stay at the police station,"

You sniffed slightly as you nodding, "Yessir,"

"And I want someone with you at all times."

"'M fine," You argued, "D'n't needta with someone,"

Hotch raised an eyebrow. Derek gave a small smirk, "Hey cowboy, did you know your drawl is this prominent when you're sick?"

"Ain't sick." You mumbled giving a sniff as you went to sit down.

"Before you sit down Cowboy, we've got a case." Garcia said a she walked passed you. You closed your eyes, trying to not groan.

You managed to get some shut eye on the jet after going over the case once more, cowboy hat on the desk as you rested your head against the cool window. Hopefully it wasn't too obvious how shit you felt.

When you woke up, your head seemed to be pounding in time with your heartbeat and it made you want to crawl under the covers and cry. But you ignore it, giving JJ a smile (trying not to wince at the pain that explodes through your head as a result).

And, as usual, you all hit the ground running. Normally, you loved your job, but not today. All you wanted to do was sleep.

It was now close to midnight and you genuinely thought that you might throw up. You hadn't really eaten much today, what with feeling ill, so that probably wasn't helping. You drew in a deep breath as you tried your best to focus on the profile written out in front of you.

"Come on Cowboy, you need to head back to the hotel." Morgan said, gently nudging your shoulder.

"'M fine." You huffed.

Morgan rolled his eyes but left you to it, instead, walking out of the room and fishing his phone out of his pocket.

"Oracle of all, how may I assist the?"

Derek smiled, "Hey baby girl, I need some advice, how do I get Cowboy to go to the hotel?"

Penelope gave a chuckle, "That's an easy question, at least give me a challenge." There was a small pause, "Is he okay?"

"He's refusing to accept he's ill."

"Get JJ to talk to him." Penelope said, Derek could practically hear the shrug as she spoke.

Derek furrowed his eyebrows, "Okay, are you sure that'll work?"

"Remember when he quit smoking?"

"Yeah."

"It was because JJ asked him to."

"Seriously?" Derek's jaw dropped, "Are they completely blind? Its obvious they're smitten."

"They're both too blind to see it. It's romantic really."

"It's painful."

"Alright, I'll give that a shot, thanks Mama,"

"Anytime, my Chocolate Thunder!" Garcia said before hanging up, just as JJ walked past.

"Oh! JJ, you need to talk to (Y/N), he's refusing to go back go the hotel and he looks like he's going to collapse at any moment."

JJ looked at Morgan and nodded, "I don't know why he's refusing to admit he's ill." She said, "But I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you!"

You looked up from your notes when you heard the door open, sending JJ a smile as she walked in. Feeling immediately a little bit more like yourself with her presence. "Hi," She smiled, "How you feeling?"

"'M not ill,"

"Yes you are." JJ said, voice firm, "And it's okay that you are, we all get ill. But you need to go back to the hotel and rest, otherwise you'll just feel worse."

"Can still help," You mutter and JJ shakes her head.

"Nope, no you can't," She said, "I'm sorry, but you need to go back to the hotel to get some rest."

"But-" You look at JJ before sighing. "Fine. Not happy 'bout it though,"

JJ rolls her eyes with a fond smile, "Come on, I'll drive you,"

She let Hotch know she was going to drive you back (ignoring Morgan's look of absolute shock), voicing her concerns about leaving you on your own at the hotel. Hotch's gaze shifted to you in the briefing room hunched over slightly as you tried to ignore the throbbing in your head.

"Do you think you could work from the hotel room?" JJ nodded, "Alright, stay with him for a little while, I'll send Prentiss or Morgan to the hotel in a bit."

"Alright, I'll take him back before he collapses or something," JJ half-joked as she quickly gathered her things. Turning to the door, she watched as you staggered in, trying your best to look as unphased as possible. "Ready to go?"

"Mhm," You hummed, clutching your hat tightly in your hands, "All good,"

You let your head fall against the window of the car, music playing gently, listening to JJ quietly singing along. Soon enough, you had reached the hotel and you were (despite feeling like shit) insisting on taking JJ's bag and coat. Eventually, she gave in and the pair of you headed to one of the hotel rooms.

When you got there, you put all your shame to one side and rummaged in your bag for your pajama's, grabbing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt you quickly make your way to the bathroom and get changed. You throw the clothes into your bag to sort out later. Taking some cold and flu medication you then fling yourself onto the bed (which if the pounding in your head said anything, it was a bad idea).

"How are you feeling?"

"Been better," You mumbled, you watch as she walks over to you. She places the back of her hand against your forehead slightly.

"You're running a high temperature," She mumbles.

You looked at her, giving her a dopey smile, having to refrain yourself from making a joke. Unfortunately, this means that something else (and much more private) sneaks out.

"I really like you," You said, reaching up to pat her cheek. "You're really pretty. N it really hurt my feelin's when you went on that date 'cause I think I love you n when I say think I mean I know."

JJ gives you a small smile as she brushes your hair off her forehead, "I feel the same,"

You both stare at each other for a moment, both living in denial before one of you said the inevitable. Taking a deep breath, you decide you would rather be the bad guy in this story than for JJ to feel guilty. It seems that whilst you were ill, you were still able to think somewhat coherently.

"We can't do anythin' about it." You said, furrowing your eyebrows heavily, "We work together,"

"I know," She answered, giving a small smile. "It's okay."

You both sat in silence, drinking in the other's presence. Seeing JJ frown, you interlock your hands, "You a'right?"

"I'm just tired," She said, giving you a small smile, "You must be too with that fever you're running,"

You hummed slightly as you relaxed, letting your head gently fall against the pillow. "Very," JJ smiled at the thick twang of your accent peaking through in your tiredness.

"Get some sleep, I'll wake you for your next round of meds," She joked lightly, you gave a small smile as your eyes fluttered shut.

JJ kept her smile until she was sure your eyes were fully closed and then she let her smile drop. Perhaps there would be some day in the near future when neither of you would care about whether or not your jobs allowed you to date.

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loislane41319 · 7 months

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Fear.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Wordcount: 3094

Summary: The first time Dean sees you scared.

Warnings: Typical Supernatural stuff. Vampires, beheading vampires, death, deep feelings of guilt, loss of loved ones.

Note: I'm sorry it's been so long since I've posted anything. All three of my best friends recently moved away and I've been going to therapy for, among other things, ADHD.

Last week I had my last therapie session and, while I wrote this a few weeks ago, today I finally finished editing it!

Thank you so much for waiting for me and I really hope you'll enjoy this.

For those who'd like something less violent I am working on a dad!Spencer Reid story. I don't know when I'll post that though.

Story:

Fear is a funny thing. It can just appear out of nowhere or it can sneak up on you, like some virus that you’re not aware of until after it’s caused an infection. Fear is a feeling, but unlike happiness or anger it always comes with a bodily reaction. Depending on the situation and the person, the body can react to fear in different ways. For instance, when you come eye to eye with a tiger, you might feel your chest start to tighten. This means your muscles are getting ready to take action, possibly in the form of fighting or in the form of running away. Others might start to sweat excessively, so that their bodies will stay cool while running and then there’s the kind of person who will drop to the ground and play dead. Now, when encountering a tiger the latter method is useless, because tigers will sneak up on you and attack from behind. However when you encounter a female bear protecting her cubs, pretending to be dead is exactly the way to go.

Now, these reactions stem from a long time ago when humans regularly came in contact with wild animals, because we lived amongst them and they were a source of food. Nowadays however, we might react to having a job interview or giving a presentation in the same way our ancestors would while encountering a sabre-toothed tiger. That is, unless your job is to hunt ghosts, demons or other supernatural beings.

Of course, these hunters are humans so they know fear. Probably even better than normal folk. The thing about hunters is that, while they are afraid, they don’t show it. They can’t, otherwise whatever creature they’re hunting will gain the upper hand. So, while learning what monsters are out there and how to beat them, a hunter will learn how to handle their fear. They’ll learn to keep their breathing under control, so they won’t start hyperventilating and panic, but they’ll be able to keep thinking clearly. They learn to think on their feet, so that, even when a creature does gain the upper hand, they can turn the tables just as fast. And most of all, they learn that being scared is okay, because their own fear won’t kill them, but whatever creature they’re facing might.

You are one of those hunters. You’ve been hunting for almost two decades and you’re good at it. You were also a mystery. You had some impressive kills to your name and so other hunters starting talking about you, but no one actually knew you. Rumours were spread and you were made out to be some kind of superhuman. Eventually, the word most used to describe you, was fearless.

The rumours eventually also reached the Winchesters. Dean was not only impressed, but intrigued by the stories he heard and his desire to meet you kept growing the more he heard about you. Sam however, had his doubts about the rumours floating around and would rather focus on facts.

Dean was granted his wish though. Four months ago you met the brothers while working the same case. You got along well and after working together and solving the case you worked together more and more.

While drinking a beer on the hood of his car, you even opened up to Dean about losing your mother as a child and since he went through something similar, you two became very close. Bit by bit you pulled away the veil that you had draped over your past. You shared stories about your family , your pain, but not your fear. Never your fear. To you, fear was something you couldn’t allow yourself to feel. Instead of learning to deal with it, you had taught yourself to bury it, deep down inside of you where no one, not even you, could get to it. And it worked. You killed vampires, ghosts, werewolves and demons all on your own. It didn’t even matter how many there were, you would always get the job done. Until one fateful night.

You and the Winchesters were working a case that involved multiple bodies, found with bite marks and without blood. The culprit was a vampire. That you knew almost instantly. What you didn’t know however, was how many there were or where they were held up. After the third victim was found, you realised all the bodies were left around an old abandoned factory and you decided to investigate.

Ever since you entered the town though, the hairs on the back of your neck had stood up straight. Why? You didn’t know. You just felt like something was off, but since you had no idea what, you shrugged it off and focused on the job you had to do.

The second you found yourself at the factory though, your heart started banging in your chest, harder than it ever had. But, as always, you shoved the feeling down and kept going. There were three buildings in the area and you decided to clear them together, one by one. The first building was empty. When you thought you had cleared the second building, suddenly you were pushed to the ground. You managed to catch yourself, but as your hands hit the ground, an image flashed through your brain. You saw your hands on the exact same floor except everything was covered in blood. What was going on? Within a second you were back to reality, without any idea what had just happened. Your skin was now clammy, your breathing heavy and you were sweating profusely. “Y/N, you okay?” You heard Dean ask. You got up and after turning around you noticed a beheaded body and blood dripping off of Sam’s machete. It was a vampire that had pushed you down. “Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s get to the last building.” You answered and all three of you kept going.

You walked over to the third building and stood next to Dean as Sam opened the door. Before entering, you swallowed hard, trying to calm yourself down. For a split second, you wondered if you should let Sam and Dean handle this building without you, but you immediately threw that thought out of the window. How could you even think about leaving your friends just when things got difficult?

The second you entered the factory hall, you felt like you had walked into a wall. You staggered backwards, slamming your back into the wall behind you as your brain was flooded with images of this very hall covered in blood and remains. Suddenly you heard your brother. He was screaming, vampires were growling and suddenly you were on the ground and the blood was gone. The next second you could see Sam and Dean fighting some vamps, but you couldn’t tell what was real anymore. You saw a vampire coming straight at you, but you weren’t sure if it was really there, so you had no idea what to do. You pressed yourself against the wall, pulling your knees against your chest. In an attempt to make everything stop, you covered your ears and closed your eyes, hiding your face between your knees.

As the last vampire’s head hit the floor, Dean started looking for you and Sam. He found his brother first, standing over another dead vampire a few feet away. “You okay?” Sam asked. “Yeah” Dean answered and he was about to ask where you were when he heard you whimpering. “No, no, no. Go away, leave me alone.” You mumbled. For a second Dean wasn’t sure if you were actually you. You were hyperventilating, tears were streaming down your face and you looked so small Dean could barely recognise the strong, powerful woman he had gotten to know in the last few months. Both brothers ran toward you and knelt down next to you. “Hey, Y/N? It’s Dean. It’s safe now. Nothing’s gonna hurt you. Can you open your eyes for me?” Dean softly asked. Somehow, through all the screaming and the blood and the violence in your head Dean’s voice was crystal clear. Like a light in the darkest night you tried your best to focus on his voice and you let him guide you back to reality. “Dean?” You managed to get out through sort breaths. “Yeah, Y/N, it’s me. It’s okay. Try to breathe.” He told you. You slowly looked up at him and while everything outside of you was calm and quiet, your body was still a complete chaos on the inside. “I-I can’t.” You told Dean as your right hand found your heart. “Yes you can. Here.” Dean said. He took your hand from your heart and placed it over his own. “Try to match my breathing. You can do this, I know you can.” He told you and you tried your best, but your erratic breathing didn’t change. Dean looked at his brother, wordlessly asking him for help. Sam held his hands up, wordlessly telling his brother he didn’t know how. Dean looked back to you. His heart broke seeing you like this and it hurt so much more because he couldn’t help you. He racked his brain, trying to think of anything that might help you.

Suddenly, an idea popped into this head. It may have been the most ridiculous, dumb idea he ever had, but he had to help you and there was nothing else he could think of. Still holding your hand over his heart, Dean laid his other hand in your neck and pressed his lips against yours.

In the last for months Dean had loved getting to know you. He deeply enjoyed hanging out with you and felt honoured every time you told him something about yourself you hadn’t told anyone else. He had wanted to ask you out for two months now, but had never found the courage to do that. About a week ago you were working on another case. You had found changelings and after killing the mother, one of the human kids didn’t want to leave their cage. It was a little, four-year-old girl and Dean couldn’t help but stare at you as you talked to her. “I know you’re scared and your mommy isn’t here right now, but I can take you to her.” You told her. “But there are scary people out there.” The little girl whispered. “I know, but I will be with you the whole way, so I can protect you, okay?” You asked her. “Even from him?” She whispered back, pointing at Dean. A small smile appeared on your face. “I know he seems scary, but that’s my friend Dean. He won’t hurt you, I promise.” You told her and as you took the girl into your arms, Dean realised he didn’t just like you. He was falling in love with you.

As he let you go, you could finally take a deep breath in. You took a few moments to steady your breathing and then you noticed the two faces staring questioningly at you. “Y/N, what happened?” Sam asked you. “Not here. I gotta get out of here first.” You told the brothers, shaking your head. They nodded and the three of you got up and left.

About an hour later, you were back at the motel. You and Dean had both taken showers and Sammy had gotten the dinner you were now enjoying. You made smalltalk for a few minutes, until Sam decided to address the elephant in the room. “Y/N, can you please tell us what happened? I mean, in the months that we’ve known you we’ve seen you kill all kinds of creatures, including vampires, without braking a sweat and tonight you had a full blown panic attack. Do you even know what caused it?” He asked. You softly sighed and nodded, knowing you could get around it any longer. “I grew up in a family of hunters. As you know, my mom died when I was little and so my dad and my brother started hunting together, leaving me at whatever seedy motel room we were staying in. One day, when I was fifteen, I decided I was old enough to join them. They didn’t agree, so I figured I’d prove it to them. They were after a vampire and I had overheard them talking about where they thought it would be that night. A few hours later, I snuck out and went there. The vampire was held up somewhere in an old factory. Three buildings and lots of ground to cover.”

“The place we were tonight.” Sam filled in. You nodded. “Yeah. I noticed the lights were on in the third building, so I went in. I found my dad and brother inside and it turned out there wasn’t just one vampire. There were five of them. The moment one of them noticed me, I screamed. It ran straight at me, but my brother managed to kill it in time.

My dad however, had gotten distracted by my scream, giving another vamp enough time to stab him. My brother yelled at me to run, but there were still three vamps left. I did what he told me and waited for him outside, but he never came out. He was barely eighteen. He saved my life twice in one night and had to make up for it with his own.” You felt a tear slide down your face and fell quiet. “And all of that happened in the building we were in tonight?” Sam asked. You nodded. “I always felt like their deaths were my fault, because if I hadn’t screamed, they’d still be here. So I decided I couldn’t be scared anymore.” You admitted. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Sam told you. Dean took your hand, causing you look at him. “I’m so sorry about that, Y/N, but their deaths aren’t your fault, they’re the vamps fault and it’s okay to be scared. Everyone gets scared sometimes, you just can’t let that stop you.” He told you sincerely. “I mean, you’re sitting next to a guy who shits his pants every time the Plucky Pennywhistle’s commercial plays.” Dean added grinning. “Haha. Here’s an idea. Take Dean on a flight. He’ll scream like a little girl the whole way.” Sam bit back, got up and disappeared into the bathroom.

The silence that followed was heavy. Dean cleared his throat and started gathering the fast-food wrappers that were all over the table. As he got up to throw them away, you decided you had to get something off of your chest. “Dean, how did you know kissing me would help me breathe?” You asked as you turned to him. He just shrugged. “Read it somewhere, I think.” He mumbled. “So, it was just that? Just a way to get me to take deeper breaths?” You asked, getting up and walking towards him. “Yeah, I was just trying to-“ You turned him towards you and softly pressed your lips against his, effectively cutting him off. He kissed you back, dropping the towel he was holding in the sink and wrapping his arm around your waist. One of your hands found its way into his hair, while the other intertwined both of your fingers. Then you pulled back. “I’m sorry, I did not mean to, I’d-“ You tried to walk away, but had somehow forgotten you were still holding Deans hand. “Not so fast. I have something to admit. I didn’t just kiss you to stop you from panicking. I didn’t know what to do and I wanted to kiss you before it was too late.” Dean said while walking closer to you. “Really?” You asked him. “Yeah. I’ve wanted to ask you out for months, but I was so scared of losing you that I kept chickening out. So, this is me, not letting my fear stop me. Y/N, will you go out with me? Because I think I’m falling for you.” You were so close, your foreheads and noses touched and you could feel Dean’s breath against your lips as he talked. You pressed another kiss to his lips and a smile appeared on his face. “Yes, I’ll go on a date with you. And Dean? I fell for you four months ago.” You told him. Dean kissed you again and then you finally let go of his hand. “We should get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” You told him, trying not to laugh at the pout on his face.

The moment the door closed behind you, you felt cold. Part of you wanted to get back inside and stay with Dean until the morning and another part you was yelling at you because it’s just one night. You could be without him for that long, couldn’t you? So, you went to your own room and got ready for bed. Once in bed, though, you couldn’t sleep. You kept tossing and turning and for whatever reason you were freezing. After a few minutes, you decided enough was enough. You got out of bed and made your way back to Sam and Deans room. The light was still on and Sam was still in the shower. Dean was in bed flipping though channels. His hand disappeared under his pillow when the door opened, until he noticed it was you. “Hey, what’s up?” He asked and turned off the tv. “Hey, can I sleep here tonight?” You asked softly. Then you saw the most adorable thing you had seen in a while. Deans eyes started shining and his lips turned into the sweetest smile. “Come here.” He said. He held up a corner of the blanket and moved back as you crawled into bed next to him. The first moments were a little awkward as Dean was laying with his back toward the edge of the bed and you laid with your back towards him. He loosely laid an arm around your waist and waited to see how you’d react. You took his hand, intertwined your fingers and pulled it against your heart. Then you softly kissed Dean’s knuckles and the awkwardness melted away. Dean wrapped his other arm around you too and pulled you against his chest. “Goodnight, handsome.” You whispered. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” Dean whispered back and pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. Not two minutes later you were both fast asleep when Sam came out of the bathroom. He immediately noticed you in his brothers bed and couldn’t help but smile. Finally.

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean x reader #vampire #fearless #guilt #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #friends to lovers #rumors

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swampthingking · 27 days

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I saw your post about jeremy paying off jeans debt to moriyamas and im screaming

OBVIOUSLY jean would not want that because he feels like hes just being bought by another person (but a more healed jean might not. Depends on when it happens tbh)

And omfg,,,, yeah jeremy is probably very rich since he has a butler and a personel chef (which I find are VERY expensive in america for some reason. Especially such good ones) his family even has connections to congressmen. So to think he could probably pay off the mafia is a bit exaggerated, and it would take millions (jeremys entire bank account probably)

And its so,,,,, UGH can you Imagine how it would go. Neil would probably have to be present to help handle it (neil is officially jeans agent to handle mafia business imo)

Amd jeremy being free would also cause and existential crisis. What was jean going to do with his life was jean now jeremys puppet would jeremy still be nice to him now that he has control over jean what does he want to do now.

It also raises the question of what jean would think of exy now that he isnt obligated to play it.

(Sorry this is a lot lol)

this became so much longer than i anticipated BUT

do not apologize I LOVE THIS

ok so. jean would definitely not want jeremy to buy his freedom.

because…what is ‘freedom.’

i think the jean now, that we’ve met after tsc1, would be fucking pissed if jeremy bought his freedom. i think he would not feel…safe? around jeremy? because— now that he owns me, he can do anything he wants to me. i think that it would put such a rift in the precarious trust they’ve built. even at the end of tsc, jean tells jeremy “i trust you” and immediately thinks i have no choice but to. and then is like wweeeeelllll that doesn’t exactly feel true though. so i think jeremy doing that would be like a ‘what the fuck, was not expecting that’ moment.

but jeremy. jeremy. we have seen that if he has the means to do something, he will do it. let me push away my familial issues and answer lucas’s call. do you feel safe with your brother? he would have picked lucas up. he would have found somewhere else for lucas to stay. i will focus on others’ problems so i do not have to face my own. i will be your partner. i will buy two twin beds and move into your room.

so, sorry, to backtrack: i think jean will eventually tell jeremy the full truth. i think jean won’t be able to stop himself, same with his other confessions—i didn’t ask. they didn’t know. jeremy asks the right questions with so much care that jean’s mouth starts moving before he thinks through what he’s supposed to say. jean subconsciously feeling safe enough to speak freely around jeremy, cat, and laila is a WHOLE other thing but i digress

and jeremy will go into “fix-it” mode. will call kevin with the idea. and kevin will be like “do not fucking do that” and i think neil will somehow get involved (especially if jeremy went through with it anyway. neil will go just to make sure jeremy does not, y’know, get fucking killed. also? how do you contact the mafia?). jean will also tell jeremy “do not fucking do that.” 1, because. this is the. this is the fucking mafia. they could absolutely kill you. they could say, “aaaah. yeah, you can buy jean’s freedom, but [insert damning terms that indebt you to us.]” and you can’t just…deny the mafia. it’s a suicide mission. and 2 because…jean doesn’t think he deserves it. he’ll think he’s not worthy of it. i don’t think he would be able to fathom the word ‘freedom.’ i think he would think of it, exactly like you said, as being bought. passed from one owner to the other.

and, if jeremy did it, he would reassure him. would be like “no you can make your own decisions. you can do what you want. you can change your major. you can play exy for fun or go pro by choice.”

and jean, i think, would just crumble. he obviously doesn’t like being owned (who does) but that’s all he’s had for 5 years. that’s all he has survived by. i am jean moreau. i belong to the moriyamas. imagine the mantra that has kept him alive for 5 years just…not being true anymore. he would be going from who am i without the ravens? to who am i without the moriyamas? like you said, what a fucking existential crisis.

i genuinely think it would fuck up their dynamic. i think jean would feel like he owes jeremy something. and jeremy would tell him he doesn’t. but i don’t think jeremy would quite…trust jean in a romantic sense. like, is he just initiating [romantic or sexual act] because he thinks he owes it to me? or even as a friendship, honestly. is he just agreeing to [friend activity] because he thinks he has no choice but to listen to me?

so jean wouldn’t be able to trust jeremy because he would feel owned, and that’s trauma baby. and jeremy wouldn’t be able to trust jean because he would feel like jean is, well, trauma responding. fawn, freeze. agree, acquiesce, repent.

so yeah it is grounds for LOTS of angst and … i’m having many thoughts.

maybe these thoughts would change after tsc2 comes out, but either way, i definitely do not see jean being particularly grateful or thankful. i see it as jean being like “you are a fucking idiot” and “why would you do that to yourself” and “why would you do that for me”

oh hey and imagine if they have the “what were you thinking, why would you do that” conversation and a love confession happens. and jeremy is like “bc i fucking??? love you??? [or something]” and like??? it would be so conflicting for them BOTH because jean [in the case that he does love jeremy back]: do i say i love you back. do i push him away for his own safety. but i don’t want to be ungrateful (and get punished), and jeremy: oh god. he’s going to think he needs to say it back. how will i know how he actually feels.

and i almost forgot about the money part of it ok—

yeah so i think the only way ichiru would accept jeremy’s deal was if they calculated how much a pro exy player’s salary and multiplied it by… let’s say a 10 year career? that would put jean at roughly 30ish when he retires? i think they would be like “ok, pay us for what we would have gotten for jean’s career.” (if they even entertained the thought).

dude i cannot even conceptualize how much money that would be. millions upon millions. and i guess jeremy could pay them in increments? but? idk. i did the math for like if jean made a million a year but my fucking brain. hurts. so i can’t get into that

but YEAH!!!

oh the angst. especially if jean said “there is no fucking way in hell you are doing that” and jeremy said “okay i won’t” and did it anyways …..

there’s also the thought that jeremy just…didn’t tell jean he had bought his freedom. if he just let jean live thinking he was cut loose. but then. the guilt jeremy would feel, keeping that information from him. jean has never been able to make his own decisions, and here he is, building a life for himself and not even knowing the real reason why he’s able to do so.

would they just be able to talk and move past it and rebuild that trust? would this be like some kind of fuckin shakespearean tragedy???

in this hc i just have to believe that they work past it and communicate because. holy shit this is messy

#mail #tsc spoilers #tsc #the sunshine court #jean moreau #jean yves moreau #jeremy knox #all for the game #jerejean

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yunhobug · 1 year

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Seonghwa SFW Alphabet

seonghwa x gn!reader

w: none, just tons of fluff really This is a late birthday post but it's okay!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

I think Hwa would be super affectionate

loves cuddling, holding your hand, hugs, literally everything

all of this happens in private though, I think he’s a bit more cautious with PDA due to his job so he would probably stick to small forms of affection in public like hand holding or linking arms.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He’s a friend you only just met and somehow you feel like you’ve known him your entire life

He’s a bit more shy and reserved as a friend but loves to go out and do things!

“Let’s go to the mall!”

After the hangout right before he drops you off you just sit in the car in front of your house talking for another two hours, it was during one of these talks he confessed to you

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

LOVES LOVES LOVES TO CUDDLE

you wouldn’t even have to ask him twice he’s ready to hold you

likes when you drape yourself over him with your head on his chest

def the type to rest his chin on your head

loves to cuddle while watching shows and movies the most

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I definitely see Hwa as one of the more domestic members of Ateez

He want to settle down with you for sure!! but I think he would want to go at a slower pace than the other members might

I think he would want to move in together quickly but marriage and kids won’t happen for some time

He’s really good at cleaning, this much we know

cooking is something he struggles with a bit more but he can follow a recipe well!!

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I think this would be incredibly difficult for him. I see Seonghwa as someone who is very in tune and concerned about the feelings of the people around him.

Having to break up with you, knowing it would hurt you literally kills him.

He would probably meet you in person in a private place and tell you everything honestly.

He’d probably cry with you and you guys could probably end things without any hard feelings

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Going along with the domestic one, Seonghwa craves commitment and consistency

He loves the idea of marriage and knows he wants to get married, Hwa is a romantic and looks at most of his relationships with that end goal in mind. He doesn’t date around too much

That being said he wants to take things slow and be able to focus on his career as well.

Def the type to get you a promise ring, so you know he wants to propose in the future!!

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

insanely gentle!!!

Seonghwa tends puts your emotions and feelings first, it’s part of his protective nature

he works hard to make sure you live comfortably and knows just how to cater to your needs

man’s would beat him self up if he knew he ever hurt you both emotionally or physically

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Like I mentioned above, this boy just loves to hold you

He’s super warm and hold you so tight sometimes it’s overwhelming how much love he gives

the type to squeeze you tight and rock you back and forth

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Definitely says it sooner than some of the other members, probably about two-three months in. Seonghwa picks his partners wisely and when he knows he knows

He makes it clear to you though that he doesn’t expect you to say it back.

He understands it’s earlier than most and doesn’t want to pressure you in anyway

He just wanted you to know how he feels!!

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Very Jealous!!

He’s definitely one of the more jealous members ‘cough’ Joong ‘cough’ yunho

I could see this beings the cause of some fights and arguments early on

It comes from a place of concern and care, he just loves and cares about you so much that the thought of seeing someone sweep you away makes him upset

he knows you’re a catch!!

when he does get jealous he tends to stay closer to you and becomes a bit more touchy and affectionate so the other person knows who he is to you

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

You get two kinds of kisses with him

either soft pecks that he likes to place all over your cheeks and nose before pecking your lips repeatedly or

deep open mouth kisses, they typically aren’t super messy, not a lot of tongue or anything but you truly feel all of him

likes to hold your cheeks to tilt your face up to him

loves when you kiss his bare shoulders and the back of his neck, picture you waking up in the morning and he’s standing shirtless in the bathroom

loves when you come up behind him and litter his shoulders in kisses, it tends to boost his confidence about his own body

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He loves children! There’s been multiple instances where we’ve seen his reaction to children

but i always think of that picture of Hwa, Joong, and Wooyoung all kneeling around that little girl and Hwa literally has the biggest smile on his face!

He’s really good with children though he tends to spoil them a bit

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Definitely on the quieter end

on the mornings he can spend with you i see it going two ways

One being incredibly lazy, you guys stay in and cuddle till noon and make a nice breakfast together

he brings you coffee or tea to warm your body up

an early morning sunday cleaning day

wakes you up with loud music playing like your mom used too, you know as soon as you hear the speaker turn on what’s about to go down, don’t worry too much though he’ll definitely reward you for your hard work;))

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Loves to stay up and do things with you, whether it be bingeing episodes of some drama, playing card games or making cookies, these are some of the moments he treasures the most

You guys have matching pajamas and he likes to do skincare together!

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I see Seonghwa as someone who tends to open up quickly without realizing he’s telling you his entire life story, he likes to talk when he’s comfortable!

He cares about you and trusts you quickly, so he tends to share easily, though I could see him getting a bit insecure if you don’t do the same

Though he feels better about things as soon as you guys have a discussion about boundaries and trust

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He head a lot of patience, I think you have too in order to be an Ateez members

it’s part of the qualifications

THOUGH HE IS AN ARIES SO

i think he gets frustrated and irritated quickly but rarely gets full on angry

he just needs some cuddles and quiet time and he gets right back to his happy self

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Literally everything

Seonghwa is so incredibly attentive it surprises you sometimes

Not only will he remember the big things but he makes note of all the passing comments you make

The name of that coworker you don’t get along with is embedded in his head, how you don’t like foods with too much sugar will always come to mind when buying you snacks

He just thinks about you all the time

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Tying back to what I said during the “nights section” he likes to have home dates with you

His favorite one has to be the night you guys got a little too tipsy and tried to make a cake, the keyword being tried

that moment is probably tied with time he came home and saw you talking on the phone with his mom, you two were just talking about your days but he truly never felt more in love then

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

So protective!!!

He loves being your knight in shinning armor

He truly hates the idea of someone upsetting you and works hard to help keep your mind in a good place

I think he would also really like the same attention back, knowing that you’re looking at for him puts his heart at ease

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

this ties into his attentiveness, He knows just what type of dates and gifts you like, are they big displays of affection? he’ll make a whole show, would you prefer something small? only you two will ever know about it

he likes to plan dates out, so even though you may live together and hang out all the time he is still going to plan a weekly date night

Seonghwa loves to wine and dine so expect some pretty nice dates

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Hwa can get incredibly self conscious and insecure, this can cause quiet a few issues

like the fights around jealousy, he stops thinking he’s good enough for you

or he may think he’s putting in way more effort than you and gets upset

as long as you guys are honest with each other this usually can be fixed with a long conversation

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Seonghwa likes to look good for you

after some time he doesn’t put in an insane amount of effort like in the beginning, but he still likes to dress up for you

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

I want to say yes, He really struggles to be without you and has a hard time when you guys are apart

especially when he goes on tour

the thought of you being apart forever ruins him

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Seonghwa loves to watch you indulge in you’re interests

You love reading? well let’s go to the bookstore right now! you like a certain video game? well he could sit and watch you play for hours

it warms his heart to see you enjoy your life so much

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I think Seonghwa wouldn’t want to be with someone who was too mean

He hates people who judge others too quickly

This boy is just so full of love and would want to be with someone who has a ton of love too

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Seonghwa loves to cuddle but not to sleep, it’s a bit too hot and constricting for him

He’s a pretty quiet sleeper and doesn’t move around too much

and he always likes to wear warm matching pajama sets

#honeyslibrary #ateez #ateez reactions #boyfriend ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #park seonghwa #park seonghwa x reader #seonghwa #happy birthday seonghwa #seonghwa imagines #seonghwa reactions #seonghwa scenarios #park seonghwa reactions #park seonghwa scenarios

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melanie-ohara · 10 months

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Weapons Training: A Liara/Shepard Drabble

Time to post a Mass Effect drabble! There may be more of these for other relationships or other series at some point, depending on how this does - so if you like it, please share!

“So you have been in a fight then?” the human Commander asked, leading Liara into the elevator. She leaned against the wall and regarded her with folded arms.

Liara nodded. “Mostly wild animals. And a few pirates, trying to steal artifacts from dig sites.” She could feel a blush rising in her cheeks and looked at her feet. “My biotics are quite good, but I’m afraid I’m not much use with weapons.”

The lift shuddered to a halt and the bay door slid down. Shepard shot her a disarming smile. “It’s okay, you’ll learn. If you’re coming out into the field with me you’ll need more than just your biotics. Come on.” Liara followed the human out of the lift and across the cargo bay. She wasn’t sure what Shepard had in mind, but she was more than happy to trail her around the ship and watch her flame red hair bounce ever so slightly as she walked. Everything from her steady gait to her broad shoulders and the hard muscles of her arms breathed the kind of easy confidence Liara had never had.

She shook herself as Shepard brought her to a halt next to Garrus Vakarian’s makeshift workbench. She exchanged what sounded like a grim in-joke with him - something about organs that would probably make Liara a little queasy if she heard any more of it - and the turian laughed.

The human picked up a pistol from his desk. “This one?”

“Yep,” Garrus said without looking up. “Charged and locked, I checked it myself.”

“Thanks, Vakarian.” As far as Liara had heard, Shepard called almost everyone by their surname. Never Kaidan, Ashley, Garrus, Karin; always Alenko, Williams, Vakarian and Chakwas. Not her though. She was always Liara to Shepard. She forced herself to try not to read into it.

“This,” Shepard was saying, holding the pistol up to Liara with her pale pink finger pressed along the side of the barrel, “is an M-3 Predator heavy pistol. The heat sink can take 15 shots before it hits critical. It’s lightweight, fast-firing, and accurate at short to medium range. Take it.”

Liara shuddered a little as Shepard laid it almost delicately in her palm. Liara’s fingers curled around the grip and Shepard quickly pinched her index finger and moved it away from the trigger. “Careful, Doc. Fingers away from the trigger until you’re ready to put a hole in something.”

Liara felt heat rising to her cheeks again. “Right, of course. Sorry, Commander.” She let the weight of it sit for a moment. “It’s lighter than I thought it would be,” she said. Shepard smiled.

“Precision engineering,” she said. “Vakarian and I have fiddled around with it a bit. Lightweight materials, disruptor ammo, that sort of thing.” Liara could feel Shepard’s penetrating, almost luminous green eyes following her every move as she passed the gun from hand to hand. The intensity of it, of her, made her want to lie down. She steadied herself with a long breath.

“Comfortable?” the human asked, arms folded across her chest again. Liara wished she wouldn’t do that. The way it made the muscles in her forearms stand out made it very difficult for her to focus on anything else. “Great,” Shepard said with an encouraging smile. “Now shoot Wrex.”

“What?”

“He won’t mind.”

Liara looked over the bay at the massive hulking krogan in the corner, who was currently slurping down an entire pack of nutrient paste.

“Commander, I - ”

Liara didn’t even process Shepard moving until after it happened. The human wheeled around her in a blur, and she felt the pistol leave her hand as Shepard twirled past. There was no force, no snatching - she didn’t even feel her grip as she stole the gun away. Shepard’s little manoeuvre left her with her back to Liara, their shoulders lightly touching. The human brought her gun arm up and nearly deafened Liara with two blasts from the pistol. She yelped involuntarily, immediately feeling extremely silly when nobody else in the room even reacted.

Liara looked over at Wrex. For someone who’d just been shot twice in the chest, he seemed remarkably calm.

“Shepard.”

“Wrex.”

Liara could just picture the infuriating grin on the human’s face as she lowered the gun. Liara tried to put on an indignant face to cover how rattled she was as she turned to face the other woman.

“I’m sorry, Liara, that was a bit cruel,” Shepard said, entirely failing to look bashful as she held the Predator out for her to take. “Practice rounds,” she said by way of explanation. “They’ll still kick like the real thing, but they’ll only sting your target.”

“Or tickle, in Wrex’s case,” Garrus commented. He still hadn’t looked up from the sniper rifle he was calibrating on the desk. Liara took the gun back from the human and took extreme care to keep her finger away from the trigger.

“Nice,” Shepard observed of her trigger discipline, and Liara cursed how the human’s approval made her feel. The Commander wasn’t even three decades old yet! She knew it didn’t mean the same thing for other races, but she couldn’t understand why someone less than a third her age could make her feel like a schoolgirl with a silly crush on a teacher.

“Now then,” Shepard said, all brisk manners as she stepped right up to Liara and took her gun hand in hers, rudely oblivious to the effect it had. “This button under your thumb retracts the firing mechanism and engages the mag hook for holstering to your armour. Try not to get your finger caught in the trigger array when you hit it, I used to do that all the time.”

Shepard’s thumb guided hers to the switch and the pistol whirred and folded up, then unfurled with a satisfying click when she pressed it again. Liara couldn’t help a giddy, breathless smile coming to her face when Shepard manipulated her digits. It felt so… intimate.

“These lights here show that you’re shooting disruptor rounds. You know what that means?”

“Yes, it - ” she stopped to clear her throat, far too aware of the slight warmth and weight of Shepard’s body so close to her own. “It means there’s an electrical field that charges the ammunition as it passes through the barrel. On contact with a kinetic barrier it disperses the charge, overloading the capacitors and weakening their integrity.”

“Top of the class.” Shepard’s voice was low, appreciative, and made sweat bead on Liara’s brow. Images of the commander mumbling compliments like that to her under silk sheets burst into her mind and she felt heat rising into her face as the human gave her another of those damnable smiles.

“Alright,” Shepard said, stepping away. Liara immediately missed the absence of her form in her personal space. “That’s the basics out of the way. Weapon up.”

Liara lifted the gun, stabilising it with the other hand and lowering her centre of gravity, the way she’d seen Shepard do on Therum.

“Not bad at all,” Shepard mused. Achingly slowly, she circled Liara to check her form. After a second, Liara felt Shepard against her and couldn’t stop a gasp as those strong arms snaked along her own. “Sorry,” the commander whispered in her ear as she made fine adjustments to the position of her arms. “Didn’t mean to spook you.” Liara could almost feel the Commander’s lips on her ear as her breath tickled along her skin. Shepard’s hand settled on Liara’s as the asari fought to control her breathing. The human must be able to tell, surely. The idea was mortifying.

“It’s okay,” Shepard reassured her, mistaking her shaking arousal for nerves. “Just slip your finger up against the trigger and slowly squeeze.” The Commander guided Liara’s fingers with her own as she talked her through it. “Take all the time you need, just feel it glide back.”

Shepard’s low voice flowed like liquor. The dark, rich asari wine she had shared with a colleague. A prelude to faltering touches, soft lips on her own, fingers on her bare back…

“You feel that?”

“Yes, Shepard,” Liara breathed instinctively and blushed bright pink when she heard the pure need in her voice. The trigger had settled, almost imperceptibly, under their pressed-together fingertips.

“Any more pressure and the mechanism will shave a millimetre of metal from the ammunition block, lower its mass to near nothing, and accelerate it out of the barrel at nine hundred metres per second.” Shepard’s voice made everything else disappear until all that was left was her and the weight of the pistol they were holding.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

Liara squeezed the trigger a fraction of a centimetre more and the shot burst from the barrel. The world rushed back as the gun bucked against her palm and sent a shockwave up her arm. She felt Shepard take most of the recoil for her, and then suddenly her arms slipped away. Her body left Liara’s.

“Great!” Shepard cheered. “Right in the chest.”

Wrex rolled his eyes. “Yeah, good shot kid,” he rumbled. Liara smiled, shaking herself out of whatever strange haze always seemed to fall over her when Shepard touched her. She looked over at the Commander, hoping the human wasn’t totally oblivious to what she was doing to her.

“Okay, take a few more shots. On your own this time.” Shepard settled into that oh so familiar, oh so appealing pose with her arms folded across her chest and her weight on her back foot. She blew a stray strand of red out of her eyes and watched as Liara settled back into the position Shepard had moved her into.

“Very good,” Shepard commented.

“I’m not likely to forget it, Commander,” Liara murmured. She took aim at Wrex, who theatrically rolled his eyes and waited. She squeezed the trigger slowly, trying to forget about the warmth of Shepard’s arms around her for now. The kick was much worse without Shepard to stabilise her, but the bullet still found her target and she grinned at Shepard. She smiled back.

“Again. Five rounds, centre mass.”

It took her a few attempts and one embarrassing overheat, but she managed to hit Wrex five consecutive times. The krogan sighed and rolled his shoulders.

“Why don’t you make the turian target practice instead?” he growled at Shepard.

“Because you’re my favourite,” the Commander shot back. The massive krogan growled and stomped into the lift. Shepard waved him off as Liara laid the pistol back on Garrus’ workbench.

“Well done, Liara,” Shepard said, stepping close to her again. Liara thought she was slightly too close to be entirely innocent, but maybe humans had different expectations. She suddenly worried Shepard thought she was being aloof when she maintained a respectful distance.

“When we’re in the field, I want you to hold back, okay?” Shepard’s hand found her shoulder and gripped just enough for Liara to feel it through her uniform. “Stay behind me, use your biotics, and only worry about stripping shields with the pistol. And if anyone drops your shields, you put up your barrier and I’ll shoot them full of so many holes their mother will feel it, alright?”

Liara would have laughed at the joke if Shepard didn’t seem so intense, so instead she just nodded. The human lightly squeezed her shoulder again and let go of her.

“Okay, tomorrow we’ll start hand-to-hand practice.”

“Oh goddess,” Liara muttered.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you,” Shepard reassured, completely unaware of what the thought of the beautiful human woman grappling her and tossing her on the floor so she could straddle her actually did for the nervous asari scientist in front of her, though Liara’s daydreams usually involved fewer clothes, more soft beds, and definitely much fewer people standing around working on weapons nearby.

“I’ll see you later, Liara.” Shepard nodded to Garrus once before striding towards the lift, leaving Liara flushed and flustered in her wake.

#mass effect #liara t'soni #commander shepard #shiara #drabble #fluff #femshep x liara #liara is a gay disaster #is she clueless or is she a tease?#urdnot wrex #garrus vakarian

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Hello I just found your account and read some the x reader posts (specifically wukong and macaque) and like your work and wanna request something

I barely see any azure x reader or peng x reader

So could you do a poly azure and peng x reader romantically of course I don’t really know what it should be about but I hope it won’t be to much of a problem

Please and thank you and have a good day! 👍

reservations

— azure lion & peng x gn!reader

thanku!!! tbh, i dislike azure and peng djdhjdbf so i wasn't sure how to write them—my bad if they're ooc, but i wanted to write this anyways ^^

y'all need to be fed tbh, i've noticed that no one writes for these two—so i wrote headcanons and a scenario <3

;; romantic, polyamorous relationship, fluff.

POLY!AZURE LION & PENG

- the dynamic between these two is calm, unbothered dog versus feisty, hot-headed cat.

- you'll be chilling on the couch, and Azure will be letting you cuddle up to him while watching the television and Peng will be starting up a playful banter with you, or complaining about someone.

- honestly, they balance each other out REAL well.

- Azure definitely knows how to make Peng calm down, in order to avoid a street fight on what was SUPPOSED to be a nice night out in the town.

- but, the minute that a stranger makes a comment about you, the both of them are jumping the person.

- and there is quite literally no way for you to stop them.

- ..anyways......

- threeway spooning, anyone?

- just between you and me; Peng is totally a little spoon. Azure would be the big spoon though, and you'd be snuggled up between the two of them <3

- don't you dare tease Peng for it, you'll never hear the end of it, and you won't be getting cuddles for a WEEK.

- they probably wouldn't even last a week, to be honest; a few days in, and they'd be crawling back to you, asking for cuddles despite their pride.

- Peng teases you a lot, and as much as it is meant to be playful, they take it too far sometimes—Azure has to sit down and talk with them, and force Peng to apologise to you.

- after a while, though, they learn where the line is, and not to cross it.

- now, according to their wiki page, Peng likes wine and violence (im not joking, those are his two 'likes'—me too, dude).

- and as it was seen in flashbacks to the brotherhood in the show, the two of them often relax with a glass of wine and talk; so i can imagine they'd do the same with you.

- evenings after a gruelling day of work, the three of you come home, pop open a bottle of wine, and revel in each others presence.

- personally, to me, Azure seems like the type to enjoy philosophical conversations, leading to the two of you getting into a deep talk on various moral topics.

- otherwise, he and Peng would probably recall the adventures they've gone on in their lifetime as the brotherhood.

- they'd focus on the happy times, for the most part, laughing at the antics they'd get up to with Macaque, Wukong, and Yellow Tusk.

- but sometimes, particularly when they've had a little too much to drink, or if they've had a bad day, they'd open up a bit more on the sadder times they've shared; reminiscing on their losses and failures.

- you're always there to pick them up again, though—reminding them of the present times, where they've got you, and you've got them.

- Azure's love language is probably words of affirmation and quality time, cherishing his time with you (especially as a mortal and immortal).

- Peng's love language would be acts of service, and perhaps gift giving? hence their willingness to kill a man for you.

- take this as you will, but they'd cherish any form of love you'd show them, unbiased to a particular way.

- dates with them would be a little over-the-top, they'd feel the need to take you to some 'fancy, high-end' restaurant that you don't even wanna GLANCE at the prices of.

- rest assured, they'd pay the bill in full. you've got no clue where they get the money, but they sure as hell have it.

- they want only the best for their loved one <3

Staring into the full-length mirror delicately hung on the wall inside your bedroom, you gave a once-over of your outfit. Patting down the minimal creases left on it, you hastily adjusted your hair one last time and nodded to yourself.

Azure and Peng had, yet again, reserved a date between the three of you at a newly-opened buffet down the road. Despite the establishment being public for no more than a month, countless reviews had surfaced online with various praises and 5-star ratings. This, of course, grabbed both the demon's attention, leading to tonight's scheduled dinner.

You entered the lounge room, meeting the gazes of two waiting members of the Brotherhood.

"Ready to go, love?" Azure called out, a smile lifting his cheeks.

You responded with your confirmation, only to be immediately interrupted by Peng, "Took you long enough!"

They stalked over to you and, despite the negativity of their previous comment that received your eye roll, lifted your hand to their beak to imitate a kiss to your hand, "But you look... Lovely, tonight."

The redness that bloomed on your cheeks was almost instant, furrowing your eyebrows with a shy grin. The two demons cherished your bashful expression, enjoying your flustered state whenever they slipped in a compliment towards you.

Not wishing to waste any more time, though, Peng kept their grip on your hand and followed Azure out the door. The restaurant was all but a few blocks away, an acceptable distance for walking. And walk you did; drifting into conversation and lighthearted banter as your freehand slipped into Azure's.

"And before he could get another word out, the man slipped in front of the Jade Emperor himself!" Peng exclaimed, earning a guffaw from Azure as he, too, recalled the memory fondly.

"If I remember correctly, he was too ashamed to show his face to the Celestial Realm ever again..." The lion demon added, earning a chuckle from you.

At this, you began to slow your pace, sighting your destination a few feet ahead. You relaxed your arms, having unconsciously begun to slightly swing your hands in the grasps of the demons beside.

Azure gave your fingers a soft squeeze as Peng nudged your shoulder playfully, both releasing their holds. The former turned to you, "I believe that we're a few minutes early... Would you be alright waiting here? We won't be but a moment."

At this promise, you nodded and they disappeared into the restaurant, cutting past the line due to their waiting reservation. Taking a step off to the side, away from the main pathway, you glanced up towards the sky.

Orange hues blurred together in the sky, a few stars littered amongst the clouds before the sun had fully set. A breeze drifted by, lifting a shiver from your body. You inhaled.

Hopefully they wouldn't take too long, whilst it wasn't winter, yet, the time was bordering on night, meaning the temperature would shortly drop. You weren't exactly dressed for such conditions, expecting to have been in the restaurant by now, surrounded by classy waiters with indoor heating.

A low whistle caught your attention.

"Looking pretty good tonight, babe," a gruff voice spoke out, belonging to a stranger with tousled hair, "You're seem pretty cold at the moment..."

Not wanting to assume the worst in people, you gave the man a strained smile and offered him small talk, "Uh, yeah—I am a little, but it'll be quite warm in the building, I presume."

"Psh, with a line like that? Sweets, you're gonna freeze out here!" He motioned to the queue of at least 30 people (you vaguely recalled the few online reviews that complained about the horrible lines—well, now you knew why...), "Wha'ddya say, I help you warm up, hey?"

Your heart dropped at the strangers flirtatious tone, fully comprehending that this was not just small talk, "O-Oh! Uh, actually, I'm just... Uhm, w-waiting for my partners..."

In a flash, his face dropped to a scowl. The emotions stirring on his face proved that he absolutely didn't believe that; you took a step back.

"Oh, yeah, sure," He took a step forward, "Reject the guy trying to be nice with some half-assed excuse. I'll never understand assholes like you."

That escalated... to quickly. A sense of fear stabbed through your chest, attempting to further move backwards, but instead hitting the brick wall of the restaurant behind you with a huff.

"H-Hey, chill! I just wasn't interested, man—" You attempted to neutralise the situation, unwilling to let your night take a turn for the worst, before you were interrupted.

"Don't tell me to chill." He sneered, "Bitches like you need to learn your place."

A whimper escaped you, eyes widening as the stranger in front of you raised a hand, palm flat as to hit you. A violent flinch left you bracing yourself.

"What's happening here?"

The familiar voice brought you more relief than it ever had before. Standing between you and your conflict was Azure, posture tall and threatening as Peng waited behind the stranger, having caught his hand in their grasp mid-air.

A visible gulp travelled down the strangers throat, "L-Listen, man; it was all them! You gotta learn to control your partner—."

His nervous laughter was cut off as Peng landed a swift kick to the back of his knees, landing him on the dirty ground and rendering him unable to fight back. Azure glanced back at you.

"Dear, our reservation is ready. You can go inside, we won't take long."

You meekly nodded, kissing him on the cheek before scurrying past the ever-growing queue, following a waitress that guided you to a free table. You weren't certain on the consequences that stranger was earning, but you knew Azure and Peng wouldn't let him leave peacefully. It warmed your heart to know they cared.

#lego monkie kid #azure lion #golden winged peng #peng #azure lion x reader #peng x reader #jttw #headcanons #scenarios #— fawns fics

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