#rip sweet prince. starts crying loudly

[strangedetectivepenis]

ok so i uh broke the laptop i usually draw on. note usually i have an actual computer i could use but i havent really set up any art shit on it yet so. haha i dont know when im gonna have my shit fixed or set up but yeah. rip. requests are still open itll just take me a minute

[darkleysgarden]

Midnight Snack

Originally posted August 2nd (Now November 11th)

Requested by Scratchingmyass

Warnings: Eating Disorder

(Platonic) Pairing: Beelzebub and Belphegor

Type: Hurt/Comfort | Angst

Words: 1204

Summary: Beelzebub feels bad about his gluttony and tries to avoid indulging in it. He finds himself standing in front of the fridge at midnight, not sure what to do.

Belphie wakes up, a deep feeling in his stomach telling him that something's upsetting his twin.

Beelzebub stood in front of the fridge.

No noise was made, the entire house dead asleep.

Even Lucifer was bound to have fallen asleep. Probably onto his paperwork.

He stared at the fridge, the slight hum of energy coming from it being the only thing that reached his ears.

It was pretty typical of him to be in the kitchen this late.

People would always talk about his eating habits. Make sure he knows he is sinning. That his sin is gross.

Asmodeus grimaced in disgust, "Are you really eating all of that?"

He grinned widely at his older brother, "Yup! Want some?"

Asmodeus kept his disgusted face, "Um... no thanks. I'm watching my weight."

He knew Asmo didn't mean any of that in offense to him. That he was struggling too with his own food problems. After all, he did witness him crying over a simple snack in the dead of night before.

Yet, it still managed to hurt. The disgusted faces showed that it felt wrong. Even if the wrong from Asmo, Beel knew, was just from his own insecurities.

It still hurt.

Lucifer glared at him once again, "Beelzebub, stop whining this instant."

He held his hand over his stomach, the pain grew immensely, "But Lucifer, I'm hungry."

His older brother groaned, "As you have said, you will have to deal with it for now. This ceremony is important."

He was always blamed for getting hungry. He didn't want to be hungry this much. The pain teared away at his stomach, forcing him to take more and more until nothing was left but an empty kitchen.

He stomach gurgled loudly, the walls shaking slightly.

It was truly crazy how loud his stomach could be.

He pressed his hand into his stomach harder. Trying to keep down the tremors and pain. Trying to stop the feeling entirely.

Why did he have to deal with this? Why did his sin have to hurt so badly?

It wasn't fair. All the jealousy of other sins might as well turn him into an envy demon!

But no, he was the Avatar of Gluttony. One of the seven princes of Hell.

The pain was nothing he could escape from. Only something he could run from but never loose.

How sad was that?

He felt bad for the inconveniences he caused his family. The countless morning shopping trips made after all his brother's groaned their 'not again's.

The looks of disgust when they saw what he piled onto his plate, when he would eat his plate.

His hunger did not curb, why would he expect it to?

He opened the fridge door with a shaky hand. He knew he had to eat something.

The agonizing pain running through his body increased at the thought of food. He could feel himself drooling.

He cautiously grabbed out a slice of cake that had been kept in there for a few days.

Simeon and Luke had gifted them a bunch of sweets that were slowly disappearing over the days.

He grabbed a fork from the drawer. It took him a couple seconds to even figure out which one held the silverware.

He didn't usually use it. He would just use his hands, or drink straight from the bowl.

He dug into the cake, watching the crumbs fall as it scrunched up onto his fork. A small clanking noise was made once it reached the bottom.

He took a bite, and then another, and another after that. He couldn't find it in himself to stop. He threw the fork aside, using his hands as he was used to.

He looked back at the fridge when he was done. A bowl of leftover noodles from dinner sat there. He grabbed it, ripping off the plastic wrap.

He started shoving the noodles into his mouth, tears starting to stream down his face.

He sobbed as he grabbed the next food item.

.

.

.

Belphie felt grumpy as he opened his eyes.

Who could blame him? It was the middle of the night after all.

He just wanted to get some quality rest in. Sure he did that all the time. That wasn't important.

What could have waken him up? He isn't awoken easily.

That's when a pang erupted in his chest. One saying that his twin was crying.

He looked over at Beel's bed, half expecting him to be crying over a nightmare. Then Belphie would cuddle with him until he felt better.

He wasn't there.

He felt very worried at that. Where else could he be?

He pulled himself out of bed, making his way to the bathroom.

Maybe he had felt sick, or didn't want to wake him up.

Nope, he wasn't there either.

Belphie trudged down the stairs, it was a possibility he would be in the kitchen. But why crying?

He stepped into the kitchen. And sure enough, there he was.

Beelzebub was blindly grabbing item after item from the fridge. He would down the food, barely chewing, and then throw aside the packaging.

While doing all of this he was crying, no, sobbing.

He threw a box containing one of Leviathan's anime snacks, landing at Belphie's feet.

There were so many boxes, bags, and containers strewn about.

There were Mammon's noodles, Satan's pastries, Lucifer's forgotten coffee cup, and much more.

And Beel just continued eating.

Belphie realized he had frozen, now making a move forward.

He almost tripped over a container lid as he navigated his way.

He saw Satan's cat sitting against Beel. A presence he probably didn't even notice.

He didn't know how the little guy had crept away, but knew why he was here. He sensed distress and came to help.

Emotional support cat's will operate like that.

He crouched next to his twin, speaking softly, "Beel."

Beelzebub jumped at that. He started trembling, dish clanking slightly in his hands.

He slowly set down the food he was holding, breaking out of the trance he was put into.

Belphie reached out and hugged his twin.

Beelzebub cried into his shoulder. He nuzzled even more into the older, knowing the close contact brought comfort to the both of them.

Beel was always there when Belphie needed him, so he was trying to use the same tactics to help him feel better.

Their hug broke apart as Beel's sobs tuned into sniffles.

Belphie wiped away his tears, "I'll help you clean up this mess and then we can go back to bed. We can cuddle and you can talk if you want. But you don't need to.

The reason why he didn't need to was layered. Not only was he saving Beel from the chance of another breakdown, but he could also tell what it was about.

Their twin telepathy allowed Belphie to access Beel's feelings.

He knew he had become insecure about his food that night. And he made sure that he was going to help whenever he felt Beel's pangs of hunger tomorrow.

They finished cleaning a got comfortable in Belphie's bed.

He helped Beel drift into sleep, using excess powers to prevent any nightmares.

Waking up, cleaning, and using his powers gave him plenty of exhaustion.

He closed his eyes and fell into a deep slumber.

[asimpletroll]

Alpha!Shigaraki X Omega!(M)Reader

You.

You were his.

Why weren't you going to look at him, then?

Shigaraki growls lowly at you, staring into your cage as you bow to the floor in submission. You whimper, your cock dripping almost as much as your cunt.

"Omega." Shigaraki lets out a rutting growl, you whimper again, looking at the open door to your cage nervously. "Come here, Omega. Come now!"

You whine softly but wiggle along the cold, metal floor of your cage until Shigaraki can wrap his hands underneath your arms and pull you into the air. Only wearing a white mini-skirt, your short and thin dick was a telltale sign of your secondary gender - even if most people (Betas) couldn't smell you sweet scent that rolls out you.

"Do you know why you're here, Omega?" He growls to you roughly, eyeing your scent glands as they swell because of your triggered heat. "Do you know why you are here?"

"B-Because you w-wanted me to be." You mewl at him, he smiles darkly, and more slick drips down your thighs as he pulls you close to his chest. You stumble a little when your feet fit the carpeted floor of his freshly-cleaned den. "Alpha, you smell so good!"

He purrs, the sound deep and rough and a carnal and ancient call to something deep inside you. You go limp against him, your (e/c) eyes staring at him with wonder as he gently nuzzles your nose. Even with his jeans loose and heavy on him, you can feel his hardened cock straining.

"Tell me how good, Little Omega." He growls, his hands gently massaging your slim waist, you whine and buck against him, his four fingers not close enough to either of your genitals to sate you. "Omega, tell me."

You almost cry from want, but you babble and blubber about how you could smell him all the way in the car Giran drove you here in, how powerful he felt, how secure he made you feel. He purrs so hard he can barely hear you as you beg him to mate you, to knot you, to make you part of his power. You bawl about how he's so big, how he'll have to stretch you lots, but you'll be a good Omega, you swear.

Finally, he crashes his mouth to yours in a fevered kiss, your bodies heating up together as he forces you back, past your cage, until your butt hits the edge of his bed, and then he forces you back on it with his tongue between your teeth.

You yip in surprise when he Decays your skirt right off you, but he makes it good by wrapping a hand around your short, slim, weeping cock. You yowl like the bitch in heat that you are as he masturbates for you, he purrs deeply when you cum and cover his bed in slick. He rips his shirt off, an unnecessary display in your opinion then rips his pants almost completely in two to pull his much larger, much thicker, much prettier cock out, you drool a little as you stare at it.

"Like what you see, pretty boy?" Shigaraki purrs to you, you mewl as he lets it rest against your stomach as he adjusts you. He easily throws your knees over his elbows, grabbing your hips and teasing you by pressing his balls against your fluttering opening. You mewl and beg for him to touch you, take you, claim you! He presses two fingers deep into you, your walls already tight around even that little as he presses deep, then strokes back gently.

"That's an Omega, that's my Omega. Preen, my prince, preen for me." You obey without question, puffing up happily and preening beautifully as he begins to scissor you. You mewl and grind against his hand, your own hands timidly tangling in his hair. "Play with me baby - cause you won't walk right for a month when I'm through with you!"

You happily rake your nails against his shoulders and upper back, he taunts you and uses your own cum to add to your sloppy cunt. He manages to get a third finger in to scissor you before you come again, your weak biological excuse for semen splattering up his chest and making him prouder of what he's doing to you as you pull his hair and keen for his 'pretty cock, such a pretty cock.'

He growls lowly when you try to touch it though, you keen to him for it, and he relents for you to stroke it as he continues to slowly scissor you open. You happily jack him off, and he stills gently as you do, watching your horny delight as he twitches in your hands, then explodes with semen, his splatter reaches all the way up by your face, and you keen more and lick at it all.

"Enough play." He growls, taking his still hard cock and lining himself up. Just the head makes you preen and keen and plead for 'harder, faster, please Alpha, faster' but he knows that if he does this wrong, you'll get badly hurt.

That doesn't help his level of excitement.

You are small. The fact that he could lift you so easily says that much, but your walls were so tight, he sees stars and meets your cervix only halfway down his length. You mewl more, claw him some more, making pretty marks on his pretty skin, then you feel him start to stretch your cervix. Panic and arousal mix and clash, and you pull yourself against him tightly.

"Alpha! Alpha, please! I don't want to get damaged and hurt our pups!" He purrs at your worries, easily grinding against you just right to make you gasp and pant and sing him more praises as he slowly, achingly slowly, stretches your cervix to fit around the head of his cock.

Once he bottoms out, you're starry-eyed at the feeling of his cock head snug against your prostate, and you orgasm the minute he moves.

He doesn't stop for you though and pull out until his head is snug up against your cervix again, and this time he simply slams through it, causing you to scream in surprise and need.

Buildings could collapse because of his purr, and he ruts into you at a downright barbaric pace, easily bruising your prostate and cervix at the same time, his balls loudly slapping up against your slick-covered arse. You try to wrap your arms around his neck, cling to him, but he grabs both of your wrists in one hand and holds them up by the headboard as his other hand wraps around your throat gently.

"Omega, behave. Or no knotting tonight." He growls out, his voice velvety and warm from his heavy purr, but you burst into tears at the threat, and he squeezes your throat deliciously. You orgasm again, just from that, and he purrs so hard the walls rattle around your both.

Your slick pools and pools around you both, your watery cum not potent enough to impregnate anything, and mostly just existing to help slick you up more. It does help now, as Shigaraki's knot starts to grow, you plead and keen for him to knot you, you'll be good for him. Please knot you, you'll be such a good Omega for him!

He chuckles darkly, continuing to slam against you like a jackhammer, your cervix screaming in pain and your prostate numb.

He makes you orgasm nearly seven more times before slowing down enough for his knot to lock you both into place. He settles over you like a blanket, his hand still gently wrapped around your throat. He squeezes sometimes, just to feel your walls get even tighter around his knotted cock, you mewl cutely at him.

"A-Alpha," You have the airy fucked-out tone of a very pleased Omega as he turns to look at you, you squeeze him a little, obviously turned on by his eyes alone. "W-Was I a good Omega for you? Do I get more knots tonight?"

"Of course, silly thing, I promised I would make you struggle to walk for the next month, didn't I?" He also has the fucked-out tones of his gender, but it makes his voice deeper, his tone softer, and his chest sound barrelled.

It makes you squeeze him hard enough he cums. Even though his knot was already set, he cums hard, nuzzling into your neck and releasing your wrists in order to hold your hips up. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you keen the loudest keen yet, your warm, moist walls milking him for all he's worth.

He chuckles and squeezes your throat again playfully, your beautiful keen cuts off slightly as he does so, but he shifts his hips and you see stars again as his head settles on your drowning prostate. He grinds down on you, his knot pressing painfully tight against your entrance as he makes you mewl and keen and whine and preen all over again.

Soon, your throat is bruised so badly you can see his individual fingerprints, and his knot has deflated enough that you're feeling frisky.

"Alpha~" You sing in his ear, he opens one eye and smiles as you press against him, he rolls onto his back, and lets you bounce on his dick for a while, until he feels his knot starting to form again. "Play with me~"

"Frisky, huh?" He mutters, but flips you back onto your back, nuzzling into your neck and snapping his hips against yours, you moan loudly. He smiles and gently starts to lick your expanded scent gland, your taste of honey, milk, and caramel making him melt and cum again. You wrap your legs around his hips and lock your ankles together at the small of his back, he lifts your hips slightly, his knot slowly blowing again as he fucks his cum into you roughly. "Mmh!~ Omega, you taste like candy."

"My nipples taste even better~" You tease him, arching your back beautifully, he lets out a possessive growl and fondles one as he lowers his head a little. Your eyes roll back again as he sucks powerfully on the one he isn't fondling. He happily sucks on you as if you're already lactating, bruising your supple flesh with his mouth, and lathering his saliva onto it with his tongue. You can't help but orgasm a few more times, his snapping hips and sucking lips making your eyes roll into the back of your head as he cums again.

"Alpha! Alpha, you said more knots later!" You plead as he slows down, he slams back against your prostate like a battering ram, making you arch so far so fast, he has to hold you to him as he cums yet again and blows his knot for the second time. He lets out small, possessive growls as your vagina milks him for all he has. He admires his purple-hued work on your nipples, gently fondling the one he abused so severely as he licks and kisses and sucks his way back up to your scent gland. You babble incoherently at him, saying he's a good Alpha and you can be a good Omega if he wants you to, but you aren't afraid of spankies if he wants you to be a brat. He lathers some more attention and spit on your scent gland, grinding against you and holding you in the air with four fingers against each ass cheek.

"Little Omega, stay quiet a moment." He requests, his voice purring again and making you submit even more to him, he tests his teeth against your skin, his canines extending as he does so. He slowly feels over your scent gland as you lay in a submission, fucked-out, content pile as he selects a prime location to mark you.

[slash-me-please]

Fit For a Queen

Royalty AU

Alternate time period

Michael Myers x reader

Warnings: sexism, female!reader, mentions of death, atheist reader, religious themes, choking, sexual themes, smut, arranged marriages

-

A fine day it was, you acknowledged and appreciated days like this. The leaves on the trees in the backyard of your father's palace were turning an orange-ish color, rather pretty. Your mother loved this time of the year, autumn. The best weather she'd say, oh, if she could see you now. She'd be disappointed. Your memory of her was upsettingly vestigial now, at least these days.

Guards dressed in clanky metal outfits forced you from your thoughts, summoning you for a dinner you had no interest in. Another suitor, you had no interest in. Your father tried to convince you he was doing you a favor- he wanted your input and approval for this choice and he wanted the best for you. You knew though, any choice you'd make would benefit him, another alliance for his ever-growing kingdom. You stood from your seat on an old, creaky bench and gave the dying leaves one last glance before you made your way inside your own hell.

-

"-We believe our alliance would be the most beneficial, as the two most powerful rulers currently. We'd be unstoppable." This man was obnoxious, perhaps you'd been too quick to anger earlier- as he might be a pain but his son looked as if he'd been sculpted by one of the finest artists in the land. You couldn't look away, for a moment at least. Until his father turned to you. "Woman, leave. The men must speak- we all know how women are the easiest to betray. Weak and idiotic they are." Your eyes widened at the direct blow, and you stood abruptly. "And when I betray you shall be the man I attack, an awful excuse for a man you are." You huffed, turning on your heel to rush out of the room. "L/N!" You heard your father yell from the throne room.

You grinned.

-

Maybe the choice hadn't been evaluated the whole way, possibly. But you felt alive in the moment. Here you stood in the throne room once more, guilty as can be.

"I do apologize King Myers, my actions were simply disrespectful and ungraceful for a women to be crowned queen." The man nodded, "Do not speak to me without being spoken to, it is not your place." This time, you nodded, tears coming to your eyes. "Prince Myers, Princess Y/N, I ask for the two of you to spare King Myers and I a moment of your time, we have matters to discuss." You nodded, Myers did nothing besides follow you out the doors.

You waited outside the doors and shifted under his gaze. He simply towered over you, indecent thoughts clouded your head which you quickly pushed away. "Myers, thats a pleasant name. I quite-" Before your sentence was finished, his hand had wrapped around the column of your throat and pushed you to the wall. You watched his next move with wide eyes as he brushed your hair back and smelled the skin there. His calloused fingers elicited butterflies in your stomach and you tilted your head for him submissively. The action was unneeded and he stepped away.

You knew which Prince you were choosing.

-

     The next time you had met Prince Myers, it was for a dinner which celebrated the engagement. Your father and King Myers gave you a couple moments alone to walk in the flower garden and when Prince Myers agreed you smiled happily and lead him to your garden. “My mother loved these trees, she isn’t here anymore but the trees are- so in a way- I’m sorry, I’m probably boring you.” He didn’t reply, instead he looked towards the trees and their red leaves and stared. He stared for a while and you were more than content. The other princes talked a lot, a lot of rubbish. You weren’t sure if he cared, but you preferred this. 

     “I apologize if you did not want to wed me, to be honest this whole deal was not my cup of tea.” You laughed, watching as he turned and towered over you. “In fact, I have always wanted to be commander of the army, guards and things. Unfortunately I am burdened with a silly dream.” This time, Prince Myers frowned, and then he turned to you, outstretching a long arm and offering you a flower. You weren’t sure where he had gotten it from, but you grabbed it from him eagerly, not before he grabbed your wrist and yanked you forwards. His lips grazed your soft skin, and his teeth penetrated you. Your gasp went on deaf ears and you watched with slight arousal as he bit you, lapping up the drops of blood which came afterwards. Just as soon as it started, his attention was grabbed. He turned, and walked off towards another part of the garden. 

-

   The next time you met Prince Myers, it was right after the wedding. The two of you were cramped in a supply closet, your hands holding your dress up as Michael loomed over your small frame, fingers thrusting in and out of your heat. His left hand was placed over your mouth so when you threw your head back and moaned into his palm so you didn’t alert any maids. You whined when his fingers curled inside of you and hit your sweet spot, cumming on the spot. He helped you ride the wave out and then he pulled them out, bringing them up to his eyes and watching the way they glistened against the light in the closet. ‘ 

    You dropped your dress, then grabbed his wrist and brought his fingers to your mouth where you licked them clean of your orgasm. Michael watched with dirty curiosity before walking back out to the party.

-

That night, after everyone left, Michael had you alone in your bedroom. His hand was wrapped snug around your throat, an action you'd soon find comforting. Every now and then he'd squeeze for a couple moments and leave you gasping for air. Your thighs squeezed together in an attempt to get yourself some friction and Michael seemed to like that. "Please touch me, my king." You begged, flipping your fluffy wedding dress upwards and giving him the view of your undergarments and garter belt.

He released your throat, his hands going to unbuckle your garter belt and pulling it off of you. His whole form dripped pure power, he was so tall and the thought of his cock made you dizzy. You were already dripping for him.

Michael threw your panties off to the side, lifting you up by your hips and thrusting inside of you. He felt so big but the way you stretched around him felt so addicting, even more so when he started to thrust, the ridges of his length dragging across your walls and making you shudder in raw pleasure.

"Faster!" You gasped out, clenching around him when his hand came back to your throat. You found yourself thankful for the fact that you hadn't settled for one of the other Princes; soon enough Michael quickened, his hips moving so fast against yours the bed rocked against the walls. You squealed loudly, Michael grunts and its music to your ears. The other hand which isn't wrapped snug around your throat drops underneath your dress where you can't see but you feel it pretty quickly. Your back arched and you gasp out an unintelligible praise to Michael before releasing on his length. You squeeze him tightly and he grunts, his upper torso draping over you and he releases inside. You mutter sweet things into his ears and kiss his throat in appreciation. The other princes wouldn't have made you cum.

Michael's hand stays wrapped around your throat and he watches you with a dirty curiosity as his hips start to piston against yours once more and your pussy throbs, waist jerking in overstimulation. "M-Michael not right now ohmygod!" You cry, legs wrapping around his waist as you grind against him. Michael growls, ripping the front of your wedding dress and throwing it off to the side. Slowly he pulled out of you, watching you shiver in delight as he seemed to like that.

Afterwards Michael dropped to his knees, his forearms dragging you by your legs to his mouth where he began to eat you out. You hadn't expected it but it was a pleasant surprise as you shuddered and shook in his hold. "M-Michael! How are you so... Oh... How are you so good at this?" You moaned. He grinned into your heat, and you started to register just how much larger he was in size, it was intoxicating.

His hands nearly wrapped around your thighs and you moaned loudly. This man was amazing, any doubts you had before were washed away with your orgasm which ripped through you with an addicting feeling of contentment and pleasure. Michael slowly backed off of you, giving your clit a teasing rub and grinning when you jerked away and whined.

-

After a few months, Michael had gotten closer to you and surprisingly, he did not care that you wanted to rule. In fact, he encouraged it, as much as a man who showed no emotion would.

Tonight he held you close, you resting on his chest and breathing in his scent for the first time in a while. He'd been gone on "King Duties" his father described them as being too complicated for a princess to understand. You had wanted to step on his feet and tell him he was dealing with a queen. Unfortunately that wasn't in your cards that day. You wanted to forget about that though, and maybe this was because Michael laced his fingers with yours and you felt all your troubles melt away in that moment. You could only hope you had the same effect on Myers.

For now, you'd stay locked with your lover, in this bed that was fit for a queen.

-

A/N: bet you didn't think that I'd be talking about a queen bed at the end- huh?

[suspiciouslypinkrosegarden]

Chapters 3-5 of The Passed Out Princess

Pairing: My CMC (Uyu, Dan Byeol) x Suit Saeran See all chapters

Description: On days 7-9 of Ray’s route, the player is denied food as “Saeran” makes his presence first known. But, what if MC fell very ill under this method of torture due to a medical condition? Sadly, my custom MC, Uyu (full name Dan Byeol), would deal with exactly this dilemma.

Warnings and notes found in chapter 1-2

Without taking a second to assess the situation, he began his tantrum, entering the room without even a knock out of courtesy.

“Finally getting what you wanted and you’re laying down on the bed as if nothing matters! You should be grateful I even thought to check up on you!”

The door shut behind him with a slam.

“Well then? Up. Get up, toy. I didn’t come all the way out here to watch you sleep!”

Saeran made his way over to the bed, almost in a stomping manner.

Uyu let out a small groan, attempting to pick herself up to look him in the eyes, disobeying one of his direct orders on purpose even now. With some shifts, she made her way to sitting up at the edge of the bed close to him with a slouch in her posture. Moving about to face him signaled her forehead to throb again, causing her to instinctively lift her hand to touch it beneath her bangs, a wince escaping her mouth.

“Is that all you’ve got to show me how much I’m making you suffer? Tch. Pathetic! You suck. Take more lessons from Zen while you’re chatting with him so damn much. Maybe he can at least teach you to cry on command for me. Didn’t you take theater classes before or something?”

The tall man in black towered over her as he spoke, icy eyes glaring at her through marshmallow colored fringe which fell over them in his lean forward. His lips curled into a wicked grin before he broke the awkward silence again.

“Well then...what would you like to refer to this issue as? Tell me. You must have weaved quite the story in preparation for my arrival. Out with it!”

Uyu mustered up some strength to mutter out a little of what he needed to know, embarrassed having to explain herself and call for his help when he appeared to be nothing but cruel to her.

He had shouted at her. He had shoved her a little. He had pinned her against a wall and trapped her like a wolf hunting a small, doe eyed rabbit.

And now, here she was teaching him about one of her medical conditions. Needless to say, she wished it possible to pretend it all wasn’t happening.

“..I have chronic low blood sugar. If...my hunger goes unchecked…..it just drops...my blood sugar I mean... and I get sick….it’s undocumented as there’s not much else doctors can do other than tell me to eat..”

Oh the shame.

“Pfft-”

Saeran cackled, loudly, higher in pitch, his voice reaching a part of his lungs that made it almost wheezy.

“Seriously? I hate how your list of problems is so long a fool might have believed you. You’re so damn weak. Say... I wonder...should today’s playtime be me dangling food in front of your face, then? Come on. Let’s get you to stand first, hmm? Then I’ll fetch you something sucky...like raw carrots...and you’ll hop for me like a pet bunny in desperation. I’ll even be so kind as to help you to your feet. What do you say, princess? Would you like that? A gentlemanly hand extended to you from your master?”

He reached down, pulling her hand away from her forehead and clasping it in his right, intertwining her small fingers with his long and slender ones. She shivered at his touch, him being so much colder than she was, as if his hand had been resting in a freezer while apart from her.

“...No...Saeran I might throw up again-”

“Sure you will~”, he cooed, bringing his face to hers.

“Where is that vomit, by the way? Did you oh so conveniently make it to the toilet so it’s all flushed away and gone? Haha...it’s hard to play with a toy who won’t even stand…so up! I’ll help you now, giving you that sweetness you oh so crave. On the count of three! One...two…”

Uyu shook her head as she attempted to pull back away from him, but her hand was still trapped in his firm grip, growing stronger as she attempted to resist.

“Three!”

Saeran gave her a jerk forward, the pull almost sending her to hit the ground before she caught herself on his arm.

“Wow! She did it! She stands! See that wasn’t so har-”

Dan felt the blood seem to rush out of her brain and downwards in a waterfall motion as that hot and cold chill returned. Her legs teetered as she lost balance, falling before grasping at him, ending up in his arms entirely, Saeran trying to avoid being knocked over himself. She let out a “brrr” noise as she shuttered, so dizzy the room felt as if it were doing somersaults and tumbles as it tossed her limp body around.

“Toy? Toy! What the hell kind of a stunt...”

Saeran pulled her away from him to get a better look at her as her head rolled to the side feebly. He held the woman out by her shoulders in front of him as if she were a little rag doll he wanted to shake back and forth to somehow bring life back into her.

“Start speaking to me! It’s not funny! You can quit the act now…stop doing that…”

His tone grew softer as the sound of a stiffness in the back of his throat made itself known, gulping as if swallowing a ball. He spoke again through gritted teeth.

“Not funny….I’m getting angrier….pull yourself together, toy…”

And with a little jostle from him, her guts felt a sudden whirl before a solid drop as did her head, the color black with spirals seizing her sight as she could no longer sort of keep herself upright. Saeran let go of her shoulders, feeling her whole weight lean in on him, catching her before she could fall.

Dan had finally blacked out cold exactly at noon, leaving Saeran alone, drowning in a sea of his own panic.

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Saeran held her close to him for a minute out of shock, his captivating eyes wide, stunned and not wanting to witness what he was responsible for. With Uyu completely slumped into him, he maneuvered his arms around her to allow her frail unconscious body to lean backwards. He didn’t want to believe he caused her to actually pass out, supporting her with his left arm and gently caressing her soft cheek with the back of his right hand.

A part of him feared he had caused the unthinkable.

He spoke in a strained whisper.

“Princess…?”

Not to his surprise, he received no reply, not even the slightest sign that she was faking. He huffed gently as his bottom lip began to quiver...his underlying worry that she wasn’t indeed fooling him appeared now true. He pulled her close to his chest again, his heart hammering against her as he cursed under his breath, thoughts racing so fast he felt a headache of his own coming on.

“Shit….”

Saeran went down onto his knees, still cradling her as her head rested in the crook of his neck, scooching her so she was sitting on his lap. His heart hurt...it physically hurt...a crushing squeezing pain that made him want to rip it from his chest entirely. It felt as if a rose bush had wrapped its way around it, winding an elaborate cage of thorns which pierced through like a million needles; the prettiest rose wilted in his hands because he couldn’t give it basic sunlight and water. The rose which bloomed within Ray’s heart...unlike Ray, Saeran wasn’t a nurturing gardener. Screaming at a flower for not growing into what you wished it to become will do nothing. Or...was it that the flower had already blossomed as he tried to force it closed, back into becoming a bud? Either way, he could now feel the dryness of its shriveled petals as his first tear spilled down his hot cheek.

“You don’t seem so tough now…..aren’t you supposed to be able to handle what I throw at you?”

He pressed his face into her hair, the smell of her floral conditioner he once insulted overwhelming his senses.

With heavy shame and panic, the built up water in his tear ducts came trickling down in little glistening, frequent streams upon his pale face. He shook like a leaf in the wind.

“...I did it. I defeated you. Damn you. This was supposed to be better….feel better. I was promised this was what I wanted...but you made it too easy. I hate a lack of challenge...”

He lifted his head before scooping her up bridal style, carrying her to the princess bed to lay her down somewhere comfortable. Upon her back with her hair partially sprawled out behind her, her position resembled that of sleeping beauty, the one who cursed her to sleep as well as the one who could save her life sharing the same body. Saeran’s kiss could not wake her as the one who made her prick her finger on that spinning wheel, and her prince charming was gone, banished away as he could not stand the cruelties of the dark castle’s dungeons. Or at least, that’s how he felt; that he was acting as the Maleficent of this long tale.

He stared at her for a while, breathing rapidly as his chest puffed up and down, bewildered, seething and puzzled as to why this all hurt him so. His savior promised knocking Dan down was the way to go...after all, she corrupted Ray, disobeyed the savior and caused Ray to do the same, made Ray have to be cleansed...she was no good for him; a liar and a manipulator. That’s what his savior told him, and she was never wrong, was she?

He tried to take her state in again as he watched her, drinking up her lifelessness, pushing himself to feel positive about it. It was a good thing. This was a good thing. The savior might even congratulate him for this. He might even receive praise for doing the opposite as Ray had done, feeding her well put together meals despite not even having the time to sleep. Or, would the savior scold him for besting her too early? After all, she was still essential to bringing down the RFA, as useless as he made her seem to be.

“Yes, that’s it,” he thought. He HAS to make sure she’s ok so she can carry out her job. But why did it seem like so much more than that as he felt a soreness seeing her hurt? He put his hands in his hair, tugging at the white messy tufts by the roots as he audibly panted, feeling himself being sent into a frenzy of angry and confused alarm. He gasped and shook as his eyes glazed over and color drained from his complexion, internally feeling a tug a war between his yearnings and what he had been told. A few broken “ahs” and whimpers left his open mouth as Saeran stumbled backwards, bumping his heel on the bedside table with a thunk. His tears would not cease.

It felt as if no matter how he rationalized what had just happened, matching it to his savior’s wishes and words she whispered into his ears, he couldn’t find it within himself to feel successful or triumphant in any manner. He whipped himself around to avoid looking at the passed out princess, his gaze meeting a vase with fresh flowers left by Ray which she slept beside every night. This room was so full of her...so full of him...so full of them and their time spent together. With a loud crash, he knocked it over, the smashed bits aligning the floor as the water lay in a puddle, the flowers undamaged, surrounded by the mess.

He chewed skin off his lip, leaving it pinker and salty in taste. To avoid his savior’s disapproval, for acting so weak and for making Dan so ill, Saeran decided it was best to handle the entirety of the situation on his own. He licked away the bead of red hot blood, brimming from where he bit off skin before collecting himself to a degree to clean up what he had done.

He stared at himself in the bathroom mirror for a while, analyzing his features and making certain his emotions were concealed. He needed to hide his trembles and sobs if he were to re-enter the halls, wearing the iron mask of the strongest believer.

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Locking the door to keep Dan alone and safe, Saeran made his way around until he reached the place’s kitchen, keeping his head low to avoid the need to strike conversations or bark orders. The believers knew by now that his brisk walking and low hanging head meant no one was to disturb him, as he was probably doing something of importance for the savior. Same went for Ray, even. This made his trip rather quick and easy, even with the glances and stares he received in the halls. He paid no attention to the whispers which followed them.

“I’m hungry. Whip up something and make it fast. Doesn’t matter what as long as it’s got all the food groups and doesn’t taste like utter garbage.”

After Saeran commanded the Mint Eye chefs to get to work on a dish specially “for himself”, he pulled out his android phone to do a quick Google search on what might help with Uyu’s condition. From that he was able to piece together that candy and sugar can help provide immediate relief, for just a moment, as it would spike her blood sugars.

“Do we still have any candies around here? I want a few of those.”

“Yes Mr. Saeran sir...there are some mint candies and chocolates in the cabinet by your head…to the right. We got them recent-”

“No need to point it out and ramble. I know my way around the kitchen. Next time, just a simple yes unless I ask you to say more.”

“Yes, sir.”

Mint Eye was rather used to not seeing Saeran or Ray at meal times unless the savior requested him to attend and sit by her side, so to them, him taking his dinner to go was more normal.

He opened the white cupboard door, seeing numerous clear jars they’d set out on display during meal times. He shoved his hand into the chocolates first, taking it out empty then deciding to go for the mints, remembering “the little thing can’t have dairy.” Grabbing a solid handful of the sweet safe for her to eat, he shoved it all into the pockets of his dark suit, then leaning against the wall, eyeing the chefs at work.

As Saeran himself requested a meal, it was going to be elaborate and made by a whole team in an effort to please him, worry that a mistake could send them to be cleansed acting as a great motivator. Two people off to the right made small garlic potatoes while another two prepared a red wine sauce, to go with the steak a different believer was making. This did not include the last pair, which made stir fried vegetables, one cooking and one cutting.

The kitchen was quiet apart from the sounds of the sizzling, chopping, and stirring; Saeran swallowing saliva as his adam’s apple rolled up and then down, feeling the weight of the fear the room felt towards him. Many times, he saw that kitchens were depicted as being so loud and fun, full of life and chatter unlike this one. Saeran commanded authority and respect, yes, but none of these people would even dare say more than a yes sir no sir to him, let alone smile and act friendly. Would they even smile and talk if he wasn’t there? Or, was joy something this place had always lacked, him just now noticing because of the horribly confusing pit in his stomach at the moment? For the most part, he was on his own, the kindness he received from the savior being all he had to look forward to. And it was always enough for him, as the anxiety he provoked just being in the same room as the believers usually filled him with glee. But then...Ray found someone else who’d show him sweetness. A different kind of sweetness. One that would make his face hot to the touch and heart glow, as if he were under the bright blue sky getting a sunburn, sugary treats melting and dancing on his tongue with new flavors he just wasn’t used to. It was nerve racking and yet so energizing at the same time, something to look forward to as he snuck around to see Dan for so long. Saeran at least could say he found her words to be rather interesting, keeping him on his toes the brief time that they properly spoke together. And by brief...he meant three times. That dork passed out after they had only talked to each other three times.

He was used to the feeling of people trying to tear up his body and soul with their nails from the inside out...but not in the way she did. She at least spoke such honeyed words and phrases, sugar coated in such an unlike recipe as did the glaze which covered his savior’s. Even when telling him something harsh, Dan clarified that his best interest was always in her mind. Ray wished for more of this as he asked her to wreck his head outright. A foolish thing really. Or so Saeran was told.

“Umm...Mr. Saeran...your dish is ready.”

He picked up his stare from the floor to the believer now speaking to him as his train of thoughts were broken off. No matter how much of a display he tried to put on, his mind was somewhere else, somewhere it shouldn’t be. Thinking about someone it shouldn’t be.

“Yes, good. I’ll take the plate to my room as I’m very busy with my important work. Bring me some silverware and a napkin. And a water bottle. And cover the food so it stays warm.”

“Yes sir. For eternal paradise.”

“For eternal paradise..”

The kitchen staff said nothing to his face about the redness which surrounded his mint eyes and the tip of his nose, but behind his back was a different story.

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Payment // Twisted Wonderland Yandere! Azul Ashengrotto x Reader//

Just in time for the Octavinelle chapter! I felt like making Azul suffer for a little so there is a bit of angst in here, also thank you so much to the anon who requested this story!

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The knocking on his door jolted Azul awake from his nap. His head sprung up eyes wide surveying the layout of his office. When had he fallen asleep? The clock read 6:30 in the afternoon, yet from what he could see the moon had already risen illuminating his office with a ghostly glow. He pinched the bridge of his nose standing up and sighing. How improper of him to fall asleep while reviewing contracts as well as his school work. The knocking continued, it began to echo around the room reverberating off the insides of his skull wedging its self into his brain. louder louder!LOUDER! He marched over to the door ready to send whoever it was on their way. He was too fatigued for pleasantries and politeness. He pulled the door wide open, mouth ajar ready to yell....he never did.There stood (Y/N), eyes bloodshot fresh tear stains tattooed over her cheeks. "I want a contract right now!" she yelled pushing past him, stomping into the office and plumbing down on one of the satin white couches. Her shoulders were slumped, she looked so weak and vulnerable. Azul quickly followed behind her, headache and unfinished work long forgotten. He slipped into the seat beside her, gloved hands gently rubbing her back. Upon the physical contact, she quickly straightened her back. The popping of joints and bones roared over the quiet room. She tried to wipe away her tears, trying to keep the new ones at bay. "He..hesaidhe... he" Her words slurred together, sticking into an incomprehensible phrase. What had happened to her? Azul's mind started falling down a sprawling rabbit whole, listing all the possible horrible things that some mongrel could have done to his precious, innocent, sweet (y/n)...No..they weren't his...they'd never been his...Azul continued rubbing circles over (y/n)'s back, his warm touch sent a caused (y/n)'s sobbing to an almost full stop, her posture relaxed practically melting into his touch. An easy silence blanketed the office, Azul's heart began to speed up. He'd never been this close to her, never touched her before. The moment felt perfect, like the gentle tide washing over his body on a bright sunny day...yes this was just like those rare blissful days back at the Sea of Corals when he'd been permitted to leave his lonely cave. "I want a contract...." Your brittle voice fragmented the irie hush. Azul's blue gaze dropped to the tiled floor, why were you so insistent on that tonight. What could you possibly want so badly that you were willing to make a deal with the devil? Azul's gesture stopped, arm dropping to the couch. "....Why?" It was unlike him to question why someone wanted a contract, he would just provide the pen and paper and smile his signature glowing grin. But something about you made him act like a dame fool. "I-I want..." You couldn't utter a single word without tearing up. What was going on! "Please" Azul leaned over, taking your small hands in his "Just tell me" his tone was too caring unfit of a sea which such as himself. "I want Malleus to love me!" You blurted out, a sharp edge engraved in your tone. Azul's heart sped up ready to break his ribcage, wanting to leave his body and beach it's self like a depressed whale.  You loved...Malleus, Malleus of all people! The moody always complaining prince of the fae. The prized child of NRC. Azul never cared much for the admiration and praise that everyone threw at his feet, but hearing that the dark fae had stolen your heart shattered his. Malleus had everything so why did he have to take the only thing Azul loved? WHY!He was desperate to say no, to shout it, to scream it until his throat went raw. He wanted to tell you that he loved you, that he would always love you. Unlike that arrogant fae who never thought of anything but himself, who was always in a bad mood for the most ridiculous reasons! But alas, Azul's mouth was a graveyard the words dying on his tongue before they got to breathe an ounce of air. His grip tightened hoping that his touch might just relay what he wanted to say. "Azul" his dishearted gaze rose to meet yours, it was his turn to look frail and broken in dire need of assistance. "Can you please make senior Malleus fall in love with me?" It hurt, it hurt so awfully! It felt like a thousand piranhas were biting every inch of his flesh, some had even infiltrated his skull, munching off chunks of his brain. He closed his eyes and sigh "I...I don't know...it could take a few days to find everything...I'll let you know by tomorrow..." The answer would still be no by tomorrow it would always be no. But he couldn't tell you that tonight not when you where so beaten and sad...when you couldn't utter a word without breaking down in tears. You quickly wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly as you buried your face in his chest, soaking up the sea salt scent that he dragged everywhere. Azul stiffened, lazily curling and arm around your back and patting it. "Thank you...Thank you so much" your tears began to flow again staining his powder blue vest. In his mind, Azul noted to never wash that vest again.Early the next morning Jade found his dorm leader passed out on the couch in his office. His glasses had fallen on the floor somehow still intact. His short silver hair was a mess. His school jacket had been discarded over his desk along with his shoes, one being placed neatly under the table while the other rested on its side over his jacket. "Boss?" The older twin was dumbfounded by the sight in front of him. Azul Ashengrotto, the well-kept deal maker of the school looked like a pathetic manta ray. "Boss!" Nope, nothing. With a sigh, Jade walked over to the couch, he grabbed the sweaty fabric of Azul's white button-up and forcefully swung him forward. "Azul!!" this was the loudest sternest tone he'd ever used on his dorm leader, the fear of what he may do to him washed over Jade causing him to break into a nervous sweat. Gradually the silver-haired second year's eye blinked open, he ran a hand over his face as he groaned loudly. "Time" He grumbled while cracking his neck from side to side. "Past eight am, classes start in ten...god what the hell happened to you last night?" For a minute Azul's mind blurred, the events of last night too distant and foreign to properly recall. The then it hit him like a typhoon, everything (y/n) had said, how she'd been such a mess, how she'd ask her help on the only matter he wished she hadn't."(Y/N)? The first-year who's in the ramshackle dorm?" A crease formed between Jade's brows, his mouth morphing into a scowl. "Is she refusing to pay? I'll send Jade to have a little chat with her, if that's the case." His fingers dove into his pocket fishing out his cellphone, he scrolled through look for his twin's number. "Put it away" Azul ordered, he slowly pushed himself to his feet, mumbling a couple of curses. "BUT!.." Jade's eyes widen, why was Azul acting so weird today? "Look.." The silver-haired man grabbed his coat slipping from under his right shoe. "It's not that she wasn't paid, heck she hasn't even signed the dame contract yet and frankly  I don't want her to!" The older leech twin stiffened, his mismatched eyes surveyed the office look for any signs of alcohol or party pills. That was the only reasonable explanation for why Azul was being so uncharacteristic. Azul marched back to the couch after having slipped on both shoes, he flopped down on his stomach dramatically letting out a high pitch cry. He angled his head to the side to stare up at his dormant, ocean blue eyes fogged with grief like a kicked seal. "I...I think...I love...her" even Azul couldn't believe the words coming from his mouth. He was notorious for his scheming and cunning nature being capable of getting whatever he wanted. Yet here he was moaning and groaning over a girl, a simple magicless darling girl.Jade was beginning to get slightly irritated, his dorm leader the great and powerful Azul was acting like a lovesick school girl. Reluncity he took a seat next to the Cecaelia, he began patting his back the way one would a small child. "The way I see it, you have the advantage here." Jade paused waiting for his words to sink in. Azul simply shifted his orbs to stare directly into Jade's golden ones. "How so" he murmured. "Why not provide her with a love potion. They are simple to come by and rather cheap in the noir market. In return for your services, she'll provide you with a pact to her soul. That way it wouldn't matter who she's in love with, she'll always have to return to you." Azul rolled over, curling his lips into a sly smirk.Excitement bubbled inside of you as you ran towards the Octavinelle dorm. You were so close to finally getting your happily ever after! So close to your true love! You pushed the decorative wooden doors open with all your force. "Azul!" Your cheerful voice bounced off the walls of his office reverberating back to you. Your shimmering eyes scanned the large room trying to find the man that held the last key to your happiness. Your sight finally landed on the silver-haired businessman man sat smugly at his desk, head leaning forward on entwined fingers. "(Y/n)! you finally made it my dear." He seemed to perk up upon seeing you a charming smile grazing his lips. You quickly ran over to the organized desk, slamming your hands on the oak wood you joyously yelled"Do you have it?!" "Yes right here--"You ripped the contract parchment from his hands and, using a golden fish skeleton pen you found on the desk you started to write the first letter of your name. 'Wait!" Azul reached out gripping your wrist tightly to prevent you from continuing. "Maybe you should read the fine print..." His voice trailed off never before had he wanted someone to read the fine print before heck he'd talked all so many people out of reading it! "No, no it's fine I'll pay whatever it takes!" You tugged your wrist from his fingers and rapidly scribbled the last few letters. You stood up straight reaching your hands out to Azul for him to drop whatever contraption he had conjured to help Malleus accept your confession. The sea witch tossed you a tiny glass bottle with a sickening pink like liquid inside. "Mix that into some chocolates or a drink or whatever you are going to give him, just make sure he eats it." You laughed as tears of joy slipped from the corners of your eyes. Spinning on your heels you dashed the door before Azul's voice stopped you dead in your tracks. "Aren't you forgetting your payment?"You turned with a frown on your face. "I-I um didn't bring anything with me, just tell me what it is you want and I'll go get it!" but Azul just shook his head and signaled with his finger for you to come back. Disheartedly you walked back to the desk, as you did so, Azul slipped a reflective colored oval into his mouth. As you stepped closer he grabbed your upper arm leaning you over his desk as his lips pushed upon your own. His teeth bite harshly into your lip causing you to which and open your mouth a bit, just enough for him to slip his tough in. Your mouth overflew with the taste of salt as something scaly slipped down your throat. As soon as you had swallowed the invasive object, Azul retracted. He clutched your chin with his fingers, tilting your head up. "Jade proposed I charge you a soul-bonding spell, in which your soul would become mine." Upon his words your eyes widen, a cold sweat broke over your body. "But being the saint that I am, I chose to charge you something else." You prayed in your mind that your payment would only be the kiss that whatever he had slipped into your mouth would have just been a joke, but your hope died down as he continued "I chose an attachment spell instead, much more effective and beneficial for the both of us. You can't step further than 12 meters from me or your body will start to morph into that of a tiny little fish. Really it's a gift it aids me in keeping you safe! "Once again tears started to fall from your eyes just like the night before. You're happily ever after shattering before your eyes. Azul let go of your chin and walked over from his desk. He laced his finger with your own and practically dragged you to the door, only stopping to retrieve his hat from the coat rack. "I believe we should get started on those chocolates from Malleus don't you agree? After all, he too should get a taste of what it feels like to want something yet for it to be so out of reach!""But not to worry you, poor unfortunate soul! Now that I have you in my clutch I'm NEVER letting you get away!"

[bethdutten]

Prey/Pray

Loki x reader

Shamless smut to celebrate 100 followers!! 

You rolled your eyes when Thor lifted his hammer in one hand, a glass of wine in the other as he toasted to something or other for the thousandth time. He was so drunk off alcohol and attention that it was bound to happen again in the next fifteen minutes. After 472 years of witnessing party-Thor, you were getting a bit annoyed.

Crossing your arms as you leaned against the nearest pillar, you grumbled at the uncomfortable armour digging into your shoulder. It was a formal event, hosted by the King so you were compelled to wear your gold armour over your red formal gown, signifying your role as a royal healer and princess.

“Bored, pet?”

You flinched at Loki’s warm breath as it ghosted over your ear, nudging him with your elbow as he went to wrap his arm around your waist. “No, I absolutely love watching the Thor Show all day and night.”

Loki chuckled, not so subtly eyeing you in your armour and dress. “You and I both.”

“Quit it, Loki,” you grumbled, throwing up an energy shield with a flick of your wrist as you felt a tendril of his seidr attempt to caress your arm. 

“Shouldn’t you be calling me ‘your Prince’, darling? We are in front of the whole court,” Loki purred, reaching out with a finger to brush an invisible thread off the neckline of your armour.

You knocked his hand away, glancing around to see if anyone was paying attention to you two. “Fuck off, my Prince.” You blushed when you saw one of the men from Odin’s council eyeing you. A few centuries as Loki’s wife and you still were chastised for publicly showing affection.

Loki laughed, ignoring your warning and taking your hand. He gracefully pulled you through the crowd, who’s attention was luckily again on Thor as he toasted to yet another pointless declaration. You stayed close to Loki’s side, getting a whiff of his smoky, sandalwood scent as he led you to an empty hallway in the palace.

“Where are we--” 

He cut you off with a kiss, a hand on the back of your neck as he tilted your face towards his and slowly licked into your mouth, warm and soft. You moaned quietly, hands gripping his waist as he deepened the kiss. 

“I need you. Right now.” Loki whispered as he pulled away, eyes darkened with desire. It made you shiver.

You smiled, tongue flicking out at his bottom lip. “Such a bad boy, my king.”

A red glow enveloped you both as you used your magic to transport you to your shared chambers, your back hitting the wall almost immediate as he pushed you and started nipping at your neck.

Loki licked at your skin, grinning as he cupped your breast over your gown and earned a low groan from you. “You will ruin me, love.”

“Thought you needed me ‘right now’,” you teased, biting back a gasp as Loki slotted his thigh in between yours, his hands drifting down your back to rest on your ass.

“You just look so ravishing in this armour,” Loki murmured in your ear, tongue flicking out at your earlobe, causing you to buck up against his thigh. “Don’t want to rip it off of you just yet.”

You smirked, reaching a hand down and cupping the growing bulge Loki was pressing against your abdomen. “You look pretty good yourself, my Prince. All that’s missing is the crown.”

Loki growled, leaning down for another punishing kiss. You couldn’t help but grind yourself against his muscular thigh, a whimper leaving your lips as he pressed himself harder against you.

“How bad do you want me?” Loki panted, letting out a moan when your hand slipped underneath his ridiculously tight leather pants and began stroking his cock, already leaking pre-cum into your palm.

You chuckled, hitching your leg around his waist and sucking a bruise onto his exposed pale skin on his neck. “So bad, Loki.” He was thrusting up into your hand, the movements only bringing you closer to your own peak as you bit back a cry, running your fingers through Loki’s hair.

It was embarrassing how close you were just by rutting against his thigh, but Loki didn’t seem to be faring any better judging by the sounds he was letting out, face tucked into your neck and breathing brokenly.

You felt your orgasm approaching, tugging on Loki’s hair as it washed over you in waves, the echoed throbbing causing you to stop your movements on Loki’s cock for a moment.

“Fuck, Loki...” you sighed, your head falling back against the wall as you sunk down into his arms. When you opened your eyes, he was staring down at you with a gaze filled with lust, the ever-present cocky smirk on his lips. You slowly pulled your hand out of his pants, bringing your fingers up to your lips and sensually licking his pre-cum off of them. “Mhmm.”

The smirk slid off his face, the look turning predatory as he hoisted you up and into his arms, walking you towards the bed. With a swirl of both your red and green seidrs, both pairs of armour and formalwear disappeared, leaving you both naked as he lay you carefully down on the sheets.

You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, tracing your tongue up his neck and whispering, “Come on, silvertongue.”

Loki growled, sitting up and staring down at you like he was considering eating you alive. You smirked, stretching your arms above your head and licking your lips. “What, no clever comebacks?”

“Shut up,” he murmured, tickling the side of your ribs and causing you to shriek in surprise, bucking up into him and laughing. That caused your wet folds to inadvertently  slide against his cock, pulling a moan from both of you. 

Loki hovered over you and let his cock drag through your wetness again, panting into your neck. You ran your hands down his back, cradling him in between your thighs and digging your nails into his flesh when he unexpectedly bit down on your shoulder.

“Please, Loki--”

“Who do you belong to?” He asked lowly, lifting his head enough to meet your eyes. You felt yourself get even wetter-- you loved when he was like this.

“You, my Prince,” you gasped, tossing your head back when Loki began to trail kisses down your chest, taking a nipple between his lips and cupping the other with his hand, sending sparks of arousal down your spine.

But he wasn’t finished. “Say it again,” he demanded, pressing a kiss to your stomach before he settled between your legs, eyes locked onto yours as he waited.

You groaned, back arching when you felt his warm breath against your core. “I belong to you, Loki. I’m yours.”

“Good girl,” he grinned, dark and knowing, before his talented tongue licked at your slit and had you moaning again, hands tangled in his hair.

By now he knew exactly how to bring you to the edge, his long fingers and quick tongue hitting all the right places. You gripped onto the sheets, pulling at his hair harder than you would normally have if you had any capacity for thought. You moaned loudly, feeling his thumb expertly toy with your clit until you forgot how to breathe.

“Loki! Loki, I-don’t stop, don’t stop!” You cried out, the finally stroke of his tongue sending you through a full body orgasm that had you seeing stars. You finally breathed out when the waves of pleasure began to subside, feeling like you couldn’t move your limbs even if you wanted to.

Your eyes fluttered open and you smiled softly down at Loki as he pried your fingers from his hair, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and looking up at you like you’d hung the stars and moulded the moon with your own hands.

He crawled back up your body, leaving gently kisses as he went, ending with a sweet kiss on your lips that still tasted of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, sighing. “That was... okay, I guess.”

Loki laughed against your lips, rolled you until you were above him now, straddling his hips. “You’re right, I can do better.”

You smirked, grinding your sensitive but still wet folds against his cock, hard and leaking at the tip now. “My turn.”

You lifted yourself slightly and reached down, pumping his cock a few times before you guided it to your entrance and sunk down, letting out a moan that Loki echoed. He looked up at you, letting you adjust, sweeping a lock of hair off your forehead and memorizing the look on your face as you wiggled back until he was fully sheathed inside you.

“And who do you belong to?” You whispered, slowly grinding down, keeping him as deep inside you as possible. Loki’s grasp on your waist was sure to leave bruises.

Loki moaned into your neck, panting, “You, my princess, my love, my wife. I am yours, forever.”

You lifted up and began to ride him in earnest, hands on his chest for leverage as you found your rhythm. Loki was impatient, thrusting up into you as he chased his own release. You felt the sweat trickle down your back and in between your breasts, letting out a gasp of surprise when Loki suddenly flipped you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, the change in position hitting a deliciously sensitive place inside you and causing you to shriek in ecstasy. The sound of your moans mixed with the slide of skin and the grunts from Loki had you clenching around him, so close you could scream.

“Yes, yes, Loki--!”

“Cum for me, my love,” Loki panted, a hand slinking down to rub at your clit and push you over the edge. You were coming all over his length, pulsing around his cock and muffling your cries by sinking your teeth into Loki’s shoulder, fingernails scraping down his skin as he let out an almost animalistic groan.

He followed you right after, emptying himself deep in your cunt and resting his forehead against your shoulder, trying to catch his breathe.

He eventually slid out of you, his cum trickling down your thighs as he collapsed beside you and pulled you into his arms. You sighed, carefully licking at the mark you’d left on his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the tender flesh. “Sorry about that.”

Loki chuckled, absentmindedly playing with your hair. “I doubt that’s the last mark you’ll leave on me tonight.”

“I could say the same about you,” you murmured, reaching between your legs and coming up with two fingers coated in his cum, bringing it to your lips and sucking them clean slowly.

Loki’s eyes darkened. “My dear wife. You are truly the best woman I could have ever dreamed of to be by my side.”

You laughed, sliding a hand in his hair and answering with a kiss, deep and messy. The night was only beginning.

BONUS- Morning after

Loki gently squeezed your hand as you walked with him to the dining hall the next morning, tugging at the collar or your dress in an attempt to disguise the bruises left on your neck. Loki noticed.

“Need to borrow a scarf, my love?” he teased, pressing a kiss to your temple before you hit his shoulder, making him laugh.

“Can I use it to strangle you?” you answered with faux-sweetness, leaning in to nip at his bottom lip when he went to kiss you.

Loki grinned, nuzzling his nose against yours. “Kinky.”

When you entered the dining hall, Thor immediately scoffed and threw a cheese biscuit in your direction, the pastry bouncing off Loki’s chest and onto the floor.

“Thor!” Frigga scolded, giving you an apologetic look as you took your spot beside her. Odin just stared blankly at his oldest son, second-guessing his decision to make him next in line.

“Your room isn’t right beside theirs, Mother,” Thor grumbled, still glaring over at Loki.

Frigga shook her head at Thor, turning to you and Loki with a smile. “They are newlyweds, let them be.”

“It’s been almost 500 years! At least give them their own wing in the castle already so some of us can sleep this century!”

[sweetestlamb]

Breakaway

Summary: Gang-Tae stops running from Mun-Yeong and finally runs away with her. Feelings are felt. Firsts are had. 

Author’s note: So, episode ripped my heart out, stepped on it with Mun-Yeong’s heels, backed up on with her car and then trampled it like the flowers Gang-Tae gave her . This is my escape from that reality and more possible heart crushing events tomorrow. I changed some events around, added some, just let my mind run wild. No smut this time (finally), Gang-Tae is so innocent and I couldn’t let her ravish him before their first kiss lol 

Just a heads up, Mun-Yeong will be pretty forceful in this and it might be triggering for some people, the shows always casts her advances as funny because we know Gang-Tae wants her too. But consent is always important for both parties, I don’t take that lightly. I am just trying to stay true to the characters we are shown. 

He has never punched anyone before. Not because he didn’t want to, he has wanted to hurt many others before. Viciously. To keep punching until they were a pulp on the ground. Bullies growing up, arrogant men who weigh their child’s worth on a scale, ignorant people who see a weak person and want to break them down. He has wanted to hurt others before, has felt the anger pulse through him and clot his blood, and then exhaled it all out watching it leave his body like a cold breath in the dead of winter. 

So why? Why couldn’t he abate his anger now. 

Watching her fall to the ground, shattered every wall and glass container he had surrounding his emotions. It is said when people lose themselves to anger, they see red. He hadn’t seen anything. Couldn’t hear, speak, breathe, suppress. The only thing he could do was hurt. Hurt him like he had hurt her. She was hardly a damsel and he was certainly no prince, but he wanted to protect her. Maybe could pass for a knight. His knuckles tingled remembering the sensation of the bones as they connected in the brutal collision. God, what have I done? 

“Where do you want to go? Europe is always good for travel. Or we could go somewhere warmer, Serengeti?” Mun-Yeong voice breaks the silence, brimming with as much excitement as he has ever heard from her. 

He smiles at the idea. Serengeti. There would be so many animals. Leave it to her to choose a location that others would shy from in fear. 

“I don’t have a passport.” He replies, mild shame in his tone. He told her before he has never traveled before, the constant moving doesn’t count because those aren’t pleasurable, just necessary for survival. He has never been somewhere because he wanted to go, much less gone somewhere with someone he...cares for. He turns to look at her profile, spellbound as she replies. Her skin is blemish-free, pristine and soft- her injured cheek had been hot to the touch, but he couldn’t ignore how creamy it felt under his palm. He could touch her for a million years and never grow weary.  What was it about her that called out to every cell in his body? 

“Then where can we go?” She responds impatient as always, glancing over at him with heated eyes as if daring him. Her lips push out in a slight pout and he watches them avidly. Hungrily. Terrified. 

“Let’s go to the mountains and the field.” He replies, hands trembling because without his leash he doesn’t know how to act. It feels like a piece of him has been melted away. His body an open wound. 

She turns and smiles at him, his heart flutters at the sweetness of it. 

The air is crisp, he feels all the moisture evaporate from his mouth and instinctively his tongue laps out to swipe across his parched lips.  His step onto the bridge, making his heart beat quicken in both trepidation and exuberance, all his worries fall through the cracks in the bridge and he feels weightless. His second step brings a smile to his face and looks over to see Mun-Yeong, only she’s not beside him. 

He turns around and sees an emotion on her face he has never seen before. 

“Let’s go.” He encourages her with a blinding smile. 

“No.” Her entire body shakes in refusal as well and he tilts his head curiously, “Why not?” He can’t think of any reason she wouldn’t want to do this. She is fearless. 

“I’m scared.” Breathless laughter bursts from his chest at the ridiculous idea. This is the same Mun-Yeong who approached a man intending to take his life and that of his daughter, he still has a souvenir from that day. He glances fondly down at the scar on his hand. Jae-Su’s disapproving face momentarily flashes in his mind, furthering his laugh. 

“Why are you laughing? It’s not funny!” Mun-Yeong berates him, stomping with her more practical shoes which he still thinks are too fancy but they were the best he could convince to wear. Her armor. 

“I can’t do this with Sang-Tae so I wanted to do it with you. “ He cuts his laughter with he realizes the slight shake in her petite body is not from the mountain air. 

He watches his words take an unexpected effect on her. Her dark eyes find his and he can’t look away, the fear in hers twists and turns, wrapping armor around itself. “Okay, I will do it with you.” She takes a shaky step onto the bridge, reaching for the railing with white-knuckled fists.

 He smiles fondly at her determination. Is she doing this for me? 

Then in true Mun-Yeong fashion she demands loudly, “Hey, carry me. Give me a piggyback ride!” He laughs again, turning around and quickening his speed. Happy at the chance to tease her for once.  He hears her protesting behind him only further fueling his joy, one foot in front of the other and soon he realizes he is steps away from the end. 

He stops. Her words echo in his mind, “Okay, I will do it with you.” It doesn’t feel right to do this without her beside him. He turns back and sees her slowly, still crossing despite her obvious fear. Then she starts to sing, “If I ever feel lonely..” and he runs back to get her. 

She doesn’t notice his presence until she almost walks into his chest. She looks up in surprise. “Why did you come back?” She asks genuinely confused, he isn’t the only one not used to others doing things for him. “I want to do it with you.”

He extends his hand for the second time that day. She hesitates again. Looking at him like he’s a dream that could vanish at any point. Then she grabs onto his hand, he winces at the strength of her hold. 

“Hey, don’t hold so tightly!”

“Shut up, if you let go I’ll kill you.” 

“Are you ready?” They are so close that their shoulders are brushing. Her warmth seeps into him. 

“Yes.” Subconsciously her head shakes no. He is reminded of all the times he has told her no when his body was screaming yes. 

She takes the first step this time and they are off, she complains about the shakiness of the bridge and squeezes his hand in annoyance when he mentions the apt name of the bridge. He can’t help but smile has they cross at the bridge at a much more lethargic pace than his own dash. His strong, fearless Mun-Yeong undone by a bridge. 

No, not undone. Paused. Despite her apparent terror, she is doing it anyway because of him. When they reach the end, she turns to him and her triumphant smile is illuminating. Her red-stained lips are wide and inviting. He blushes recalling their almost kiss back at the castle. he can’t deny it, he wanted that kiss like it was air in his lungs. The way her eyes had widened in shock, made him falter for a second, before he pressed on, leaning down to join their hungry lips. Until the blood curdling sound of some unknown creature had broken the moment.

He ran away and she let him. 

“I did it.” Her breathless words reach his ears and he turns to look at her again, reaching his hand out settling it on her soft, dark head. With a barely there touch, he strokes her head before saying “You were so brave, you’re amazing.” 

She smile is supernova bright. 

No one has ever taken photos of him before and her requests throws him off kilter, he hasn’t felt his uncomfortable in his body in a long time. Not since he was young, growing into this body, with long limbs and muscles that he didn’t want because they attracted too much attention. He feels all that and more as she repeats sternly, “Smile. Don’t cry.” 

He can’t tell the difference. For so long, the emotions he would let others see weren’t the ones he was feeling. Now he is actually happy, happier than he imagined and his face doesn’t know how to show that. He starts to stand dismissing the needs for a picture, before she drags him back to the bench, “If you’re embarrassed I’ll do it with you.” Her smiling face is mirrored in the phone and he feels the restrain falling again, their heads tilt in, matching authentic smiles on their faces. 

“Make that your background.” She demands and he snatches his phone before she can do just that, he doesn’t know if he has enough control to see that picture everyday without asking her to run away with him for good. 

She giggles and walks ahead of him, looking over her shoulder and he is blown by her beauty. Even in her most comfortable clothes, she stands out. Despite her small stature, she seems to take up all the space in any room she’s in. He can barely take his eyes off her. 

“What are you looking at?” 

He doesn’t trust himself to answer that. 

“Are you still hungry?” 

Despite his refusal, they end up at guesthouse. Her eyes had been wild as she drove the car toward the edge of a cliff, this was the second time she had threatened him with a imminent death. He wonders what it says about him that his only response is a chuckle and head nod. Who is really the crazy one here? 

Stay the night with me or die here! Those were his only two options. 

She was so impulsive when she felt wronged. But.  He had asked her to run away with him, he had started all this and he didn’t want to stop it just yet. So he had called Sang-Tae and told him he would see him in the morning and to call him if he needed anything. 

Now, he sat drinking the juice provided by the keeper. It was delicious, he felt his cheeks heating up and vaguely wondered why that was happening? Mun-Yeong was on her third cup and swaying onto his shoulder. Her hair had slipped from the neat ponytail and brushed him every time she leaned ever too close. Each inhale came with the scent of her hair, a faintly floral scent filled his lungs. 

“Your hair smells nice.” He mused aloud, turning his head and placing his nose directly above her fragrant head. 

She moved closer and looped her arms through his, leaning closer and he watched as her face gradually moved closer, and closer, dangerously close to his face, so close that they were sharing a breath and he knew that he should move back but he felt frozen in place. Just like when he fell into the frozen river and she saved him. 

He watched her enticing lips with wavering eyes, stuck between watching her lips and watching her eyes, they were both singing the same siren’s song, as she finally reached her destination and- 

Booped their noses together in a perfect Eskimo kiss. 

“Your face is so red.” She teased bringing a hand up to palm his lust-stained cheeks and he fell off the table in his haste to escape her spell. 

Her giggles filled the the air as he sat flushed on the ground. 

He was drunk and he had no idea how. Was the juice the keeper gave them more than just juice? He glanced over at Mun-Yeong to see how it had affected her, if at all. Her face was flushed as well and she laying flat on her back, soft eyes looking at the ceiling. 

“Let’s have fun.” She suddenly said rolling to him and clinging to his arm even as he pushed her away, not sure if being drunk together was a good idea. When he found himself looking at her moving lips and not hearing anything she was saying, he knew it was a terrible idea. Had he hit his head? Why did he keep making these decisions? 

“- do you want to play?” She finished her question looking up at him from under her lashes, beckoning him to answer affirmatively. He almost did, without asking her what she had asked. He stopped himself knowing how dangerous the game they were playing was, his defenses were compromised by his current situation and she looked even bolder now, not needing any more courage- liquid or otherwise. Grabbing onto logic, he asked her to repeat her question. 

“Let’s play truth or dare?” 

“Why would you want to play that?” He was suspicious. He couldn’t even begin to fathom what kind of dares she would could come up with. He had to say no to stop them from crossing a line that they couldn’t come back from. 

She sat silently, letting go of his arm and wrapping her arms around herself and seeming to war with herself, a plethora of emotions swimming in those dark haunting eyes. She got up and suddenly started to leave their room, he instinctively reached out to catch her arm, stopping her. 

“Let go of me.”

“No, answer my question.”

He could see her feathers ruffling and she looked at him with passive eyes, before she quietly answered, “I have never had anyone to play with it before.” 

Her arm dropped out of his grasp and his eyes widen at her confession and a wave of sadness and anger washed over him, thinking of a young Mun-Yeong with no one to play with. Not one friend. He was eternally grateful for Jae-Su and he couldn't imagine his life without his one friend. How lonely it must have been to be feared all the time, to watch others build bonds and never have that for yourself. 

Okay. I will do it with you. 

Her word from earlier whisper  in his head and he pushed his own fear aside and did something just for her. 

“Okay, let’s play.” 

He instantly regrets it when he sees the salacious smile that spreads on her lips. He swallows nervously. 

“I dare you to-” She begins and he cuts her off, “You’re supposed to ask me truth or dare.” She looks at him with disdain, “No I don’t care about truths, let’s just do dares.” He rolls his eyes, knowing she probably figured out that he would simply pick truth every round. 

“No we have to do it right, since it’s your first time doing it.” He doesn’t know that those words take life in her head until she gives up way too easily and with an scarily innocent smile, she asks “Truth or dare.” 

“Truth.” 

“Have you ever slept with a woman?” 

Red blazes across his already drunk-stained cheeks and he looks away from her imploring eyes. The last time she asked him that he drenched a table and now he thinks he might pass out. He hopes he hits his head and puts himself out of his misery if he does. 

“If you don’t want to answer my question, then you can do a dare.” She smiles mischievously knowing she has corned him into a tight spot. 

He almost ends the game right then and there, why does she always trample on his comfort level like this? it’s not that he doesn’t have desires, god does he have them. He wants so much. All the time. But he can’t have anything, everything fades and they have to keep moving like the wind. 

Tentative steps on a shaky bridge. Deadly tight grip on the railing. Her triumph at the end of it all. 

With his last bit of bravery he opens his mouth and it takes a few tries to get the words out. His lips open and close mimicking that of a fish, before he finally shoves the word out through clenched teeth, “No.” 

Her responding smile is obscene, “I want it.” and he blinks in confusion before he follows the line of her eyes, squarely centered on his crotch. He backs up until his body meets the wall, bringing his legs up and wrapping his arms around them. 

“You look like a school girl protecting her chastity.” She laughs and crawls over to meet him, pressing his legs open, and he bolts to the other side of the room. She smirks and licks her lips, looking every much like the predator he knows she is. Before she can seductively crawl to meet him again, he screams out “Stop! It’s my turn.” And she pauses mid crawl, eyes and hair wild, looking like a wildcat that has spotted its next meal and he briefly thinks she brought the Serengeti to him. 

She sits back in a huff. A beautiful flush across her face.  He has no truth or dare in mind, her question and behavior after had thrown him off again. 

“Truth or dare?”

No hesitation, “Dare.” 

Of course. She’s fearless where it counts. She looks at him with curious eyes, fingers tapping impatiently. 

“I dare you to......not touch me all night.” 

“What?” If looks could kill, he would be six feet under. Maybe deeper. Despite them running away, he can’t have too. How will be go back after today if he becomes too greedy?

“Does it go both ways? You can’t touch me and I can’t touch you?” She looks....calculating but he nods in agreement. He has no plans to touch her tonight. He is too weak already. 

She smiles. Then stands up and walks out the door. Slamming it behind her, He jumps at the sound. He watches her leave and disappointment is thick on his tongue, he knows she’s upset. He doesn’t know how to give them both what they want and he feels like a failure. How can he touch her and stop himself from falling even deeper and wanting more? 

It doesn’t seem possible and his heart breaks a little. 

The sound of the door sliding open once more drags him back from his melancholy and he lifts his eyes up from the floor to see Mun-Yeong. 

A soaking wet Mun-Yeong. 

Dripping on the floor, her shirt is plastered to her lithe body, sticking to all the contours of her body. When his eyes shirt lower, her pants are missing. Her shirt stops mid-thigh, showing off an excess of her smooth skin. Droplets from her hair fall onto the ground, one drop makes a journey down her cheek, past her neck and disappearing into her shirt. 

“Ko Mun-Yeong!” He exclaims willing his body to turn around and stop looking at her drenched body. But his eyes flint all over, from her wet- puffy lips to her naked toes, stopping on her chest and he sees twins peaks peeking through the shirt and that makes him turn away finally. He feels all the blood in his body rush southward. 

“You said I couldn’t touch you all night. I needed to cool off, I’m horny. ” She responds and he can hear the shrug and challenge in her voice and he croaks out, “Okay I think that’s enough of this game.” 

Once again, she gives in easily. Not protesting at all. And he turns around, intending to dive under his blankets and pull them up to his face and hide from her tempting body. Instead she causes him to freeze again. She is unbuttoning her wet shirt and the room is dark but he can see enough, too much and he lunges at her to stop those nimble fingers. 

She tsks at him looking at him like a disapproving parent, “You aren’t allowed to touch me all night Gang-Tae. Remember it was your dare.” 

Fucking hell.  His fingers stop inches from her. 

She opens another button and he spins around once more. “Mun-Yeong please stop. The game is over.” He pleads. 

“Oh. Does that mean I can touch you again?” She counters. He can’t agree with that, she is undressing behind him if he allows her to touch him, it will be bad. 

She takes his silence as answer and her wet shirt lands on his shoulder. He jumps before throwing the shirt to side. He is buzzing when her bra lands next to it and then her panties. What if he gets a nosebleed and just chokes in his own blood?  ARRGGGGGGHHHHH. He screams like the creature that interrupted them internally, wishing the damn thing would show up and kick him to death. Put him out of his misery. 

“Mun-Yeong please put your clothes back on.” He is not ashamed to say he begs her, if he could he would get down on his knees too. 

On his knees within her milky thighs, her hand on his head, patting and prodding as she guided him to her- 

“I am comfortable naked I told you earlier.” She calmly responds before he hears movement and then the rustling of her sheets, does this mean she’s finally going to bed? 

He spares a small peek and catches a glimpse of her nude body before she slides under the sheets and his arousal hits him like a freight train. Beautiful. 

When he finally turns around, he sees what the movement was. She has moved their bedding closer together, impossibly close now. 

He can’t do this. Can’t be this near her naked body. Only a sheet separates them. 

He moves to leave the room and she stands with it and her sheets start to fall, he snatches them with superhuman speed wrapping them firmly around her warm body, pulling her flushed against his overexcited body. 

“You broke the rules.” He feels her start to reach for him and he swaddles her tighter, yanking their bodies to the floor and pinning her down. She lets out a puff of air and in a surprise move, goes for his lips and he turns his face in time that she lands on his cheek. 

“Please. Please. Just go to sleep.”

He stares her down, pulling the sheets around her tighter still and hating that he can fee her warmth even through them. There is only a sheet separating them. 

“Just go to sleep. Please” She stops squirming in his hold, finally. “Okay I will go to sleep. But I know you want this as badly as I do.” She proves her point by grinding up into his erection, and he jolts away, the pleasure too immense for his depraved body. 

He huddles, willing it to go away, please, please, please. 

He doesn’t know how much times goes by, before he can feel his excitement alleviate. Years of ignoring them as made him a pro at suppressing his desire. 

When he turns Mun-Yeong is fast asleep, sheet low on her body but covering everything thankfully. He takes his time to look at her, peaceful in her sleep. Someone who didn’t know her might even say she looked..innocent. But all her shenanigans tonight prove otherwise. She is a demon, sent here to make him sin. 

He sits up and looks down at her. So brave and bold.  He’s glad to escape her all-seeing eyes, too perceptive for her own good. She is right, he wants her. More than he has wanted anything. Surely, he can’t have her though, right? 

But, he’s so happy with her. She makes him so happy, even when she’s threatening to drive them off a cliff or using her body as a weapon of mass seduction. He likes her. And he tried everything not to. Why couldn’t she just give up like everyone else did?

I have so much fun with her. 

He thinks before he finally snuggles down, into a fitful sleeps. His eyes on Mun-Yeong and Mun-Yeong alone. 

Her smile when he hands her the flowers makes everything he has faced in life worth it. All worth it to have this moment with her. 

Holding her in the rain, tentative fingers drawing her close. 

Her fingers clutching to him as she cursed and thrashed away from him. 

Cupping her cheek and feeling the anger evaporate and worry take its place. 

Her feet trampling on the flowers he picked for her, all those years ago. 

Running to her. 

He leans forward, knowing now he has no control.

She appeared when he needed her. Isn’t that fate?  

Their lips meet, warm press of skin against skin. Almost innocent in nature, he needs to work up to more. 

“That was sweet.” She sounds genuine and she caresses his cheek before curling her hands around his neck and dragging him closer, he releases a puff of air but doesn’t resist. 

“Next time, I pick where we go and I’ll kiss you. I have a lot to teach you.”

He’s ready to learn. 

[itstittycitybaby]

Seven Years (John Wick x reader)

A/N: A bit nervous about this one ngl but oh well. Hope you guys enjoy :)).

Light angst. 1468 words.

Summary: You and the infamous John Wick are reunited again after seven years. You had faked your death to escape the cunning grasps of being an assassin, but the man who was like a father to you had died. Judgement and Vengeance has called; its grasp tight and refusing to let go.

His lifeless body laid in front of you. Blood pooled beneath his corpse as he laid there, his eyes open. A sob threatened to claw its way out of your throat. Tears pooled in your eyes as you stood there, looming over the man who was like a father to you. “Oh Marcus,” a cry croaked out, escaping your throat. Your fingers clenched into your hands as your nails dug into the leather palms of your gloves. Marcus’ eyes were open; his once pale blue eyes a haunting ghost white. Kneeling down, you gently closed his eyelids. He looked at peace now, like his soul had accepted his fate. Gently, you soothed down his graying hair. Even in death, Marcus was still beautiful.

Your hands trembled as you stood above Marcus. “Viggo’s gonna pay,” you gritted out. “I promise.” Pulling out a nice red rose from the inside of your jacket, you placed it above his body. His arms were pulled as if he was holding it nicely in his hands. It looked similar to sleeping beauty, you laughed bitterly. How funny that the Prince was too late. The air felt cold and empty. The underlying sadness of it bit you at the core and the reminder of how lonely you were after all these years. Marcus didn’t even know you were still alive. He had thought you died after your last job. Regret bubbled in your heart and another cry threatened to escape. Marcus didn’t even know that one of his most fellow agents, that was like a daughter to him, was still alive after all this time. That your death wasn’t real. You could see it now; the reunion you always dreamed of. Marcus would’ve understood why you did it. Why you left him and John. He would’ve been so happy. “I’m sorry Marcus, I’m so sorry.” Your voice broke as the words left you. Leaning down, you gave him one last kiss on his head before saying goodbye.

The stingy sensation of someone watching you made you turn. The hairs on your neck stood up and the feeling of something crawling on you wouldn’t go away. There, stood the person you hadn’t seen in years. One person you hoped you wouldn’t run into. John Wick.

Helen was not the first woman John had ever loved. Yes, he did love her with everything he had, but his heart had always held onto someone else. Helen understood; how lovely and understanding she was. Now, she was ripped from him, just like how you were all those years ago. John had met you in his earliest years of his profession. The Continental was lively as ever. Women and men alike clad in suits and dresses. Laughter and chatter mixed in with the lively voices of the performers on stage. John had to discuss an important matter with Winston, knowing he’d be at the bottom of the Continental. What he didn’t expect, was to find a woman sitting across from him already. “John,” Winston greeted him as John strolled over to the booth he usually sat at. “Winston,” John replied. In the corner of his eye he could see your eyes study him with interest. Winston introduced the both of you once he noticed the gleam of interest in John’s eyes. Your lips pulled into a smile; your eyes warm but muddled with curiosity. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Wick,” you said, raising the wine glass to your lips. John’s curiosity bubbled at the friendly nature that surrounded you. Either you were new and the life of an assassin hadn’t worn you down, or you were just kind hearted and easygoing. John figured it was the latter. You excused yourself leaving John and Winston to converse in private. His gaze followed you as you left. A knowing smirk graced Winston’s lips as your form disappeared all too quickly.

The dark warm eyes you had known all those years ago were hard and unforgiving. They were once filled with mirth and admiration, but now there was a simmering rage beneath them. The infamous Baba Yaga. A cut circled around his nose and a nice purple bruise bloomed on his cheek. John’s hair was peppery now; the beard he started growing out all those years ago was trimmed nicely, the angles on the jaw were cut sharp. There were lines around his eyes proving how much time had passed. Silence stretched between the two of you as you stared at one another. John looked disbelieved as he stared at you. You were supposed to be dead. “John,” you said breathlessly, “John.” He stood there unmoving. The way you said his name was like the chants of a prayer. The image of you beneath him begging for the sweet release played in his head like a movie. An image that he forcefully buried once he had wedded Helen. 

“I watched you die,” John finally spoke, the mere words coming out in a rumble. “I watched you die.” The lump in your throat hurt to swallow as unshushed tears threatened to fall. His hands clenched into fists and they trembled. His cold gaze settled unto Marcus. The rose was stark against his pale skin. John felt a pang of sadness seeing his friend dead on the floor like that. He pushed it down, tending to more important matters at hand. “I know. I’m so sorry John. I did what I had to do.” John’s jaw clenched at the words. His best friend, the first person he actually loved was alive after all these years. 

“John, be careful alright?” He was in his trademark black suit as he gathered his stuff. It was late that night; the stars kissing the sky as they shone brightly. You stood in the doorway in your silk pajamas as you watched your lover starting to leave. “I will, promise.” His soft lips kissed your forehead before he pulled away. 

You could still feel the remainder of John’s lips after all these years. John looked angry, hurt as he stood there. The dangerous glimmer in your eyes did not help ease your thoughts. They spoke loudly in fear of what was going to happen. The quiet whispers though, were the scariest. They mocked you silently as you stood there with tears rolling down your cheeks. Probably look like a mess, you mused. “Are you gonna kill me?” If John were to end your life, you couldn’t find yourself to care. How fitting would it be to die at the hands of your old lover. Oh, the irony. Though, you deserved to after leaving him like that. Hopefully, you’d be able to join Marcus’ side again, where you belonged. A bitter laugh left his lips. “No. Why would I?” You gulped. “Well I’m standing here alive. Makes me wonder if my “death” didn’t matter all that much,” you tried to joke. His eyes narrowed; the glare cut sharply at your heart and his lips turned into a frown. “Even after all this time and you still crack jokes at the worst times.” John’s hands curled into fists.  Okay, you deserved that. “What are you here for then, John? I thought you retired.” “I did, but judgement calls. And with judgement, vengeance follows.” Nodding you said, “Well you better hurry. They left a while ago.” “Any idea where they went?” You shook your head. A tear rolled down your cheek as you glanced at Marcus. “I just got here.” 

John’s heart tugged as he saw the loose tears you tried so hard to keep in. He tried to ignore it; it felt like a betrayal. Move on, John. Be happy for me. You deserve to be happy, a soft voice piped up quietly as he tried to sort out his thoughts. It sounded like her. “Come with me,” John blurted out. “I’m sorry?” Your voice was shocked. He couldn’t blame you; you thought he hated you. Angry, yes, but John could never find himself to hate you. He could only feel the desperation of having someone again. Something he figured he wouldn’t feel again. “Let’s bring vengeance together. For Marcus.” More tears spilled down your cheeks. Using your arm to wipe them away, you nodded. “For Marcus,” you repeated, shakily. Reaching into the holsters of your black cargo pants, you pulled out your infamous dual pistols.

“After all these years, you still carry Bacon and Eggs with you,” John said dryly. A chuckle escaped your lips. Looking down at your pistols you said, “These were the first guns Marcus ever gave me. It feels right.” Raising your head up you gave John a weak smile. “Let’s kick some ass.”

Seven years. Seven years John had watched you die in the explosion. The infamous pair of deadly assassins now reunited again. 

[love-toxin]

fantasy; monoma.

a/n: i couldn’t help expanding on this intriguing idea. fantasy au, stalking, infidelity, delusions, implied death. 

word count: 822

You shouldn’t have bothered trying to be quiet anymore. 

It had been a few months already, but it only felt like days since you had snuck out from your lord’s summer estate, your baby asleep in a wicker picnic basket and a cloak wrapped loosely around your shadowy figure. You hadn’t believed in divine intervention in a long time, but you were sure a higher power had smiled down upon you that day--after all, you had never met someone that cared for you as your beautiful princess did. 

Despite marrying someone as wicked and vile as Monoma, she was so kind, her heart bared to you as you spent your days tidying her home and tending to her and her husband. She was such a warm, welcome presence, it took no time at all for you to reveal years worth of suffering that had been locked away in your heart--and you would never forget the sympathy in her eyes when you revealed where your son had gotten his blue eyes and puffy cheeks from. 

She was a goddess in human form, a comforting smile on her face even as she was betraying her betrothed, placing a kiss on your forehead before wrapping you in your cloak, and sending you off just minutes after she had confirmed Neito was asleep. You fled out the back door of the sprawling property and disappeared into the night--and it was days later, once you had found your place in the cottage she had paid ahead of time for you to own, that you finally heard about the prince’s rage at having one of his servants escape. 

At the time, the news had made you breathe a sigh of relief. You were so deluded, thinking that you were finally safe and sound in your new home, far away from his wrath and free for the first time in your entire life.

You should have known it wouldn’t last.

“...You’ve become a wretched thing, haven’t you? Slipping out like a thief in the night...have you no shame at all?”

You could have scoffed at his hypocrisy, but fear had paralyzed your entire body, listening to his footsteps creak and voice echo through the corridors of what was once a peaceful house. Your son was cradled in your arms, your back to the wall of your wardrobe, and the doors shut tightly to block out even a sliver of light. 

“I haven’t seen my son in so long...I miss him, darling. I miss when you were so sweet, and obedient...I miss the times you would tell me you loved me. I’ve missed you, terribly.”

You had no idea how unhinged he was by now. You weren’t sure if he had a weapon, or if he was hoping to strangle you with his bare hands--you didn’t know if he would have any mercy towards his own son, or if his rage blinded him so severely he would slaughter you both without question. 

You shouldn’t have bothered trying to be quiet anymore.

“..She didn’t tell you she was pregnant, did she? I wouldn’t think so...not when the little shit was conceived out of wedlock.”

Your heart beat so loudly against your ribs, it felt like your dresser had become the hollow cavern of someone’s chest, waiting for a knife to be stuck through and ripped open. His footsteps stopped close by.

“You truly can’t trust royalty, my darling. If only my life could be as simple as yours...when my wife wasn’t fucking my servants, and my servants weren’t running away with my property.”

He was waiting at the threshold of your bedroom, the door squeaking open slower than you thought was ever possible. You had once felt blessed by the princesses’ kindness, but you knew it was over once your baby started to cry in your arms, wails ricocheting off the walls even as you hurriedly tried to shush him. Tears trailed down your cheeks before you could stop them, and you swore the ground itself shook as Neito approached the wardrobe.

At your wits’ end, you placed your hand over his mouth, begging him in your whispered tone to please stay silent. His cries were muffled, but it was far too late--you knew it for certain when Neito rapped on the door with all too eager knuckles.

“...If only you were royalty. Maybe our love wouldn’t be a tragedy...maybe I could have had the perfect life. And maybe, I wouldn’t have had to kill you like this. The guards recommended a mace, or a sword…”

You couldn’t hold back from trembling, fear, panic, and dread all piercing into your heart like needles--and all those emotions ripped out of you in a terrified scream, when the blade of a knife stabbed through the wood and froze just an inch away, right between your eyes.

“...But I think a dagger is much more personal, don’t you?”

[noneatnonedotcom]

impossible boy chapter 3

@weatherman667 this is the last part that my muse gave me, now we play the waiting game lol. this is mainly just to show how strange the culture of the kingdoms is to jaune and how out of his element he is as well as an intro to the more aggressive pyrrha and the more competitive weiss

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Pyrrha was by all accounts the perfect knight. She’d worked hard for this reputation, trained till her hands would bleed, given up her own privacy to compete in tournaments. Even become a huntress afterwards all pursuing an ideal.

She didn’t regret it. Not really she liked her life and her friends were nice enough, she just longed for something more than friendship. In truth when she was a little girl she’d become a knight only so she could rescue the charming prince and she could live happily ever after. She’d since outgrown such childish dreams, mostly.

She couldn’t be blamed if somewhere deep down inside she just wanted to find her true love. She could picture him now. Tall, blonde, a regal bearing, she’d like someone lively. And not some little boy with dreams of being hers and nothing else.

That was the main problem, she was the perfect knight and no matter where she went men wanted to be with her. It was disconcerting ,isn't love supposed to be chaste? The stories mentioned that gaining the love of the prince was a challenge for the knight to overcome just the same as the grimm they slew.

Blake and her could at least agree on that, they didn’t want the men who threw themselves at them. For Pyrrah she wanted romance. For Blake, she wanted a challenge. They weren’t truly all that different, save for the fact that she wasn’t after sex. And that she thought men were to be protected not herded like cattle.

Which is why she was so surprised to meet a boy at the headmistress’s office.

He was blonde, he was tall, he was wearing a skirt, no a kilt, he was a highlander. Her own people had stories about them, how their men wore nothing under their kilts and how they’d fight just the same as their women.

There were numerous stories of highlanders being wooed and tamed in minstral. Of them being brought to the light of civilization and how deeply they loved the ones who saved them.

Most of these also went on to talk about how that love translated into the physical acts but Pyrrha had only read a few of those passages, she was a knight after all she couldn’t be thinking about such things. She must be chaste and honorable to match her man.

“Ah Pyrrha, you’re just in time.” said the headmistress “this is lord Arc”

a lord!

Here?!

“He’ll be staying with us for a while and propriety says that he should have an escort. Since his sisters are all back home i needed a woman of the highest moral fiber to watch him” she smiled “I know it’s a great task but would you accompany the young lor”

“I’LL DO IT!” she shouted cutting her off then cleared her throat “er, I'd be happy too i mean” this was just like in the stories the young prince away from his family and scared, the knight sworn to protect him, they’d get close over time and then

“Weel that's mighty brain new ay ye. Ah thank ye dam nikkos fur yer time” he said bowing low

OH!

He was so formal!

And cute!

He was perfect!

“Noo quine schnee was in th' wey o shaw me aroond th' skale, if yoo'd be sae kin' as tae accompany us?”

Oh weiss was here too. Oh well it was well known she wasn’t interested in gentlemen “that sounds grand”

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"This is the library," Pyrrha said holding the door open for Jaune to pass through. Jaune's eyes flew open wide as he took in all the books. In fact he was so focused on the sheer number of books that filled in from floor to ceiling a good fifteen feet above, that he didn't notice Phyra letting the door shut on Weiss and the sharp looks exchanged between the two girls.

"Aye. I dinna ken if I eva seen so much knowledge," Jaune said softly as he walked over thick carpet that only served to dampen the sounds that much more. "An I wouldna ken where to even start."

He looked back and both girls jumped away from the other as if they'd been caught with their hands in a cookie jar. He started to frown. He was well used to the aggressive nature of women in general. It looked like the two were about to come to blows, but Phyra shot him a huge beaming smile and crossed to take his arm with her own and pulled him farther into the library.

"Not to worry Jaune. I'll make time to help you catch up," the redhead said smiling over at him.

"Weel," he said reaching up to scratch his head. "That's fine now. Weiss I believe you said you were top of yer class?" He said turning to look back at the girl stalking behind him. "An ye had a good bit of knowledge bout the architecture. I'd be interested in kenning all I could on that."

Weiss's lips twisted up as she shot Pyrrha a smug look. "I'm sure I could clear my schedule to find some time to walk you around Jaune.". Jaune shot her a strained smile when he hear Pyrrha's scoff. Did the lassies not like each other?

Pyrrha quickly shot him another smile. "Come there's a lot more to see? Are you hungry? I could be persuaded to take you for a nibble," she offered a playful light in her green eyes that had a cold sweat breaking out on Jaune's brow. He shot a look back at Weiss but she was looking down at the carpet muttering under her breath. He looked back at Pyrrha. "Aye. A wee bite wouldn't be amiss."

Jaune left Pyrrha pull him along. She blathered about this and that but he only listened with half an ear since he was paying more attention to how narrow the halls were and the zig-zag nature of them. If he wasn't mistaken the whole school was set up with defence in mind.

If anyone would attack the school they'd pay in blood for every inch. He thought about asking Weiss if that was what the architect had originally intended or if it was only the crazy musings of his own inner madman that made this maze make sense, but Pyrrha had already stepped ahead to throw open two large, heavily engraved doors.

Jaune once again felt his eyes grow wide as the dull roar that consisted of hundreds of huntresses all stopping their conversations to stare at him.

"Come along sweetness," Pyrrha cooed.

Jaune and Weiss joined her as she strode between the stacked lunch tables. The moment they passed the whispers started.

"This is the Mess. Everyone comes here to eat," Pyrrha stated grandly. "You'll have to sit next to me of course," she added with a coy look. "As sweet as you are, I can only imagine you'd be eaten alive."

Jaune chuckled as he nodded at the lassies watching him like he was indeed the last sweetmeat on the table. "I didna expect to be quite so popular," he admitted with a smile as he pried one girl's hands off his tartan.

He'd almost swear they were going to lift it. In fact he heard several of the girls asking rather loudly what he had hiding under there.

If they would have asked him directly he could have told them he had more than one knife, his sister had insisted he be armed at all times. He wouldn't forget her lessons anytime soon.

"Yes well. Pyrrha has a knack for drawing attention," Weiss grumbled as she stepped between him and one girl who wasn't taking a hint.

Jaune found himself grinning as she glared frostily down at the girl. "Aye seems like."

Weiss looked over at him her eyes thawing minutely.

"Come along. The line starts over here," Pyrrha said grabbing Jaune's hand and pulling him after her. "I'll introduce you to some of the others that go here. Don't worry Jaune. I'll take good care of you."

Weiss growled at several girls that pushed against her knocking her back. It didn't take long for Phyra and Weiss to both be separated from Jaune by the curious. Jaune slowly gave ground as more and more lassies came forward looking for an introduction.

In fact they had him pinned against another of those heavily gilded walls they seemed to love so much. He'd been less fearful the time his platoon had been ambushed in the wee hours of the morning two days' ride from their nearest settlement. 

Those had been bandits and only wanted his blood. These girls had a similar but completely different light in their eyes.

"Ok ladies," Pyrrha said, voice growing sharper. "Back off. Give him a bit of room to breathe."

Jaune shot her a nervous look that she returned. Weiss on the other hand he noticed had resorted to throwing elbows and wiggling her much smaller frame between women and shoving them back.

Jaune's attention was pulled back to his own dire straits when one girl's fingers yanked his leather throng from his hair letting the golden mass of hair tumble over his shoulders.

"I got his hair tie!"

Jaune cringed. The girls announcement was like a war cry. The harpies descended on him with a vengeance. Jaune did his best to fend them off but it didn't take long for sharp nails to rip into his linen shirt.

Suddenly he fell backwards right into Yang's arms when the wall behind him gave way. She looked down at him in surprise then took in the seething mass of girls descending on them.

"Rubes get him out of here," Yang growled and tossed him back to her sister and leapt into the crowd and promptly started throwing people around.

Jaune brushed some of his hair out of his eyes and into Ruby's glowing silver eyes. "Follow me if you want to live."

Jaune about laughed at her dire tone but that was quickly stifled when she put on a burst of speed and red petals filled his mouth. Together they disappeared down the hall.

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so some of you might be wondering why pyrrha is acting the way she is, well she’s copying what she’s seen from other people or heard about. she has no idea how to woo someone and as a result is kinda... bad at it.

at the same time weiss and pyrrha are competing against each other, not necessarily for jaune but just to be able to say that they won. the difference in culture playing a roll here. 

as for the girls in the mess hall, a mob is only as intelligent as its stupidest member once they got going they just kinda stopped thinking. 

glynda will come down on them like a ton of bricks but she’ll also use this as a way to convince sallem to remove jaune from the school. clearly it’s too dangerous for him here 

also you’ll notice jaune trying not to go too into his accent, he still has a little trouble with it but he’s getting better. one day the girls might actually understand what he’s saying lol

as always, let me know what you think

[bbrandy2002]

The Fall of Cordonia

Chapter Four

Trigger Warnings: Profanity, Gun Violence, Death, Sexual Content.

A/N: This came to my attention a few days ago. This series is not a spoiler for what happens in the real TRH book. I would demand every diamond I ever spent back if that happened 😬

I will also be in hiding from a certain fic writer who shall remain nameless, after this. I can explain 🤷

"Leeeooooo!!", Riley screamed as a struggle between life and death ensued over her shattered and torn body. Like a thief in the night, death entered that room with a sickening crack of the neck, taking its prisoner with him back to the fiery pits of hell.

Bradshaw slumped his lifeless body across the queen, momentum dropping him to the floor below, his miserable soul quickly extinquished. At the same time, Leo's bright blue eyes lost their color as he instinctly glanced over to look at his younger brother one last time. There were no words, just the unspoken, I love you's,  between them. This was the one final bonding moment between Leo and Liam, before he fell back onto the bed.

Riley watched with horror as he stared blankly at her, jerking momentarily as his breath was literally sucked from his lungs.

Bastien was holding Liam up, literally and emotionally as he watched his older brother slip from his life.

He lowered a stunned Liam into his plush, leather desk chair; still reeling from the events that just occured in front of him.

Liam stood in disbelief from the watch tower, overlooking the empty square below, a heavy feeling pooled in his stomach. He didn't dare look at his brother for fear he would do or say something he'd regret.

"Come on little brother, say something"

"What do you want me to say Leo? Thank you for running away from your duties? Thank you for leaving me to pick up after the mess you are inevitably creating? No, wait...how about this...thank you for being so fucking selfish to ask me to give up my future so you can escape from your responsibilties and place the burden on me.....yes, Leo...how can I truly ever thank you? Is that what you want me to say?

"It's not like that and you know it....Liam, man...I'm not cut out for this shit, never have been".

"You"ve never even tried....the only two things you've ever cared about besides yourself is booze and pussy".

"Thats bullshit"

"You're right.....this whole thing is nothing but a big pile of bullshit and you're too coward to admit you have fucked me over."

"Liam...whatever you think of me, it doesn't change the fact that I"m not cut out for this life....but you.....you are.....you"ve always been"

Liam shakes his head furiously, his mood becoming more somber, "Then why do I feel like you just sucker punched me in the gut?"

Leo places a hand on Liam's shoulder, contemplating his words and actions carefully, "Because its a huge burden I've unloaded on you and I know that.....but shit, I've never doubted for a second, you're the man this country needs. Just say you'll do this".

With the weight of the world on his broad shoulders and trepidation in his voice, "I don't have a choice do I? If not me, then who?"

Leo hesitantly pulled his brother to him, wrapping his arms around him, clapping his back, "I hope one day... I can make you as proud of me, as you have always made me".

"I doubt that Leo".

Liam sank deep into his chair, loudly exhaling what little air he had been holding inside. He allowed the trickle of tears to flow as he thought about his brothers' sacrifice.....Riley is Liam's everything, Leo ultimately died to protect him.

He wiped away the moisture from his face and cleared the lump in his throat. There was no time to mourn; his wife was still trapped in that room of Bradshaw's palace and it was anyone's guess how she would get out.

"Sweetheart, I'm sending help. We have a rescue team in place with our allies and Bastien just informed me they will be there soon. Can you make sure the door is locked?"

The sound of his calming voice was the first time in 24 hours she felt something other than fear. With her attempt to sit up, she groaned loudly at the stabbing pain in her chest, she was positive her ribs were broken. "I can't", was all she could utter.

Riley nodded at Liam as he continued to reassure her everything was going to be okay, vowing to get her home to him. Everything that had happened played like a whirlwind in her mind. As silence took over the room, she heard the distinct sound of her baby crying and it caught her ear.

"Nikolas?"

Riley sat rocking a sleepy Nikolas in the nursery at Valtoria, fighting his sleep with excessive determination. Even through his very vocal, little tantrum, she couldn't help but chuckle as she noticed he looked exactly like  Liam when he's angry. That furrowed brow with the crease between his eyes, the way his face reddened and his nose scrunched up.

"My little prince, I love you sweet boy, but, that kind of cry only works on your father".

As Nikolas' lips started to quiver and with his voice turning hoarse, she, too, gave into him.

Riley lifted her 3 month old son to her shoulder, rubbing circles over his tiny back, basking in his sweet baby smell. She hummed a lullaby her late mother sang,  amazed it still clung to her memories since she was so young when she passed.

Nikolas lifted his tired head briefly and she soothed him back to her. His cries softened and he became heavier in her arms.

She could never thank Liam enough for this life he made just for her. The titles, the estate, the fancy balls, the lavish lifestyle was nothing, but, this little boy and Liam's love was all she needed or wanted.

The blast of distant gunshots ripped her back to reality. She didn't flinch;  feelings, fear, emotions, shock, there was nothing, as numbness took over.

The noise became louder and closer, yet, Riley remained in her position. She waited patiently, expecting the door to burst open any moment.

"Riley? What's going on?", Liam questioned frantically.

Riley didn't hear him, she sunk deep into a world of her own; one without pain, tears or bloodshed. A smile swept across her face as Liam begged her to speak back to him.

"Baby, look at me.....what's happening....please Riley, say something!".

She remained still, closing her eyes, humming Nikolas' lullaby to herself. She could see Liam in her mind, waiting on his table when she turned around and laid eyes on him for the first time. When she told him he was going to be a father and he cried in her arms. The first time he held his son and nothing else mattered in the world.

"Riley, my love.....I need you to speak to me".

The door knob began to twist erratically as sounds of chaos and struggle carried on outside;  shouts and blasts ringing in unisom.

"Riley?", Liam cocked his head watching his wife struggle with her mind; she was so calm and placid. He watched as the lights flickered and then shut off into complete darkness. The video feed lost its connection.

Riley didn't hear the door break down, she didn't see the flashlights shine on her face, nor, hear the heavy boots approach her, she was gone.

Strong hands gently shook her, then cautiously lifted her up from the bed, stepping over Bradshaw to carry her out of the room.

She steadily passed through the halls and corridors of the palace, surrounded by dozens of uniformed men and women.

"Maxwell? Is this heaven?"

"Rise and shine little blossom, you have a big day ahead".

"Max, I just want to lay here a little longer"

"I know that, but, when have I ever left you alone?"

Riley snickers, "true.....so you came to get me?"

"Not exactly....let's just say I'm here to watch over you. The good thing about where I am now is you can never get rid of me".

"Maxwell, will I ever see you again?

"Of course, but, not for a very long time....Riley, you have so many people counting on you right now. You have to go back and kick some ass. What's coming is so much bigger than Liam".

"There's more coming? ...Maxwell I can't do this".

"Sure you can".

"I love you Maxwell"

"I love you too Blossom"

Four days later....

Liam gathered the last of his documents and strolled from his office with fire in his eyes. Taking long strides, his black leather oxfords the only sound made as he walked alone down the long corridor.

He hung his head as he paused momentarily at the door of his quarters, his queen still recovering inside. Liam touched the door, in some way hoping to gather the strength the woman behind it may pass on to him.  Her screams of terror still waking her every so often. I promise love, I'm going to make this better for you, for Nikolas...for Cordonia.

Bastien met him at the top of the staircase; the head guard taking in Liam's appearance. He was dressed in the finest suit he owned, wearing the emerald cufflinks with the Cordonian seal, Riley gave him in Shanghai and his hair perfectly smoothed back.

He was nervous, as much as his father prepared him for the threat of enemies, Constantine had never faced anything like this. There was no one to turn to, he shouldered this responsibilty himself, not only as a King, but, as a father. He would be damned if he gave up now, remembering Leo's words to him, you're the man this country needs.

He took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "I'm ready", he said confidently.

The palace was quiet, the destruction was apparent all around, the lights burning dimly and the eery presence of lives lost all around him.

He stepped into the throne room, attendees and press immediatly standing to their feet, no one uttering a word. He looked every bit the leader Cordonia needed right now, while inside feeling every bit a failure as a father and husband.

He took his place at the podium, there was no usual applause, no chatter, only sniffles and eager ears longing for reassurance from their monarch. Liam stood silent for the longest time, his people understanding of it, as he looked around the room, taking in each face.

What was left of the council gathered in the front row, his eyes following in a line of each member and those who left nothing but chairs behind. Bertrand who couldn't contain his tears as a rose sat in the seat next to him where Maxwell typically sat. Drake, his arm in a cast, head bandaged, with the most defeated look Liam had ever seen him wear. The empty seat of Olivia next to him, with a scarlett ribbon, a shell shocked Kiara, Emmaline sitting in place of Landon, a distraught Adelaide, a subdued Neville, Hakim, and the rest of the row void of its normal holders.

He brought a fist to his mouth, attempting to catch himself from allowing the emotions to overtake him.

He lowered his fist and rested it on the podium, clearing his throat, in preparation to address the council and nation.

"My fellow Cordonians and esteemed members of the council....Four days ago, tragedy struck our country and has affected each of us in ways no one could ever have envisioned. My heart and mind is with each one of you, even as I, too have suffered great personal loss. While I don't have all of the answers, I do know this....your monarch will not sit idly by and give in to the demands of those behind these attacks. King Bradshaw was just one element of this, it was discovered the recently deceased Princess of Monaco was also involved in harboring the Prince....my son, who has yet to be discovered. In the grand scheme of thing, those two were just pawns for another leader.

That is why, today, I am declaring war against Monterisso. Queen Amalas.....I know you are watching right now, so hear me when I say this.....I'm coming for you. There will be no place safe for you to hide.... and I daresay, I will win. This goes for anyone else involved in assisting her.

Our allies have remained in contact and have worked tirelessly to help save our kingdom. We are down right now, but, we have faced enemies before and have come through victorius...I have no reason to believe this time will be any different.

Now if you will join me in a moment of silence for those who we have lost".

Liam thanked the crowd, declining questions and eased his way into the front row, standing before Bertrand. He embraced him, knowing his attempts at comfort were in vain and there was really nothing he could say. He knelt down before Maxwell's empty chair, biting his lip, all the training in the world unable to hold back his emotions. Drake sidled beside him, kneeling down with his uninjured arm around Liam's back. The Three Musketeers, down to two.

He stood, and held Drake for what seemed like an eternity. Liam moved forward, picking up the scarlett ribbon from the next chair, clasping it in his hands, his jaw tensing as he dropped the ribbon back to it's place.

When he was finished, he left the room and headed back to his quarters alone. He loosed his tie as he made his way up the steps and to his bedroom. He stopped at the door as Riley turned to him, dismissing her nurse before shutting the door behind him.

"Is it done?", Riley questioned, holding Nikolas' stuffed bear in her arms.

Liam nodded, "It is".

He threw his tie on the bed and poured a finger of scotch, downing it all at once. He faced his wife once more, "We'll either win this my love.....or lose everything trying".

Monterisso

Amalas allowed the thin, dainty fingers of her companion to slip under her skirt, groaning with pleasure as two fingers swept between her wet folds.

The two women were enticed by the words coming out of Cordonia, laughing with one another over the supposed threat. Liam has never been alone, Amalas has known his every move and gesture for well over a year. Even now, she is still one step ahead of him.

She lays back on the sofa with her legs wrapped around the neck of the woman who has caught her affections. She swallows hard then moans loudly as the skilled tongue laps up her juices and slides into her dripping entrance . Pleasure begins to ripple through her body and she arches her back as a thumb rubs circles over her clit. She cries out, feeling her lower abdomen tighten, her core pulsing until she is met with her release.

Both woman fall back onto the sofa, breathing heavily, clutching one another.

"I do believe this day continues to get better", Amalas said while clutching the red hair of her companion.

"Shall we celebrate our victory further?"

"Olivia, I think I have something else in mind", Amalas replies as she reaches under the sofa, eager to unleash her next plan. "You should know, I do enjoy doing things on my own".

[lazzyoh]

Act; HL!Joker x Reader

Request; Heya! Could you maybe do a one- or two-shot about how the Heath Ledger Joker of TDK and the Reader meet? Like Maybe him blowing up a Party her parents held or smth and the Reader having a Special quirk… like Illusion or something? Thank you!

Warnings: Actually no important one, might contain a little swearing and strong language… cursing even… OH! and threatening yk ;)

Side note: no genderfriendly pronouns! Female!Reader; she/her; I decided to give her the skill/quirk of faking and copying others emotions (only their facial expressions and behavoir + sensing them (I forgot to Mention that earlier))… I think it’s a pretty cool thing and abolutely makeable without the Risk of being only fictional or overpowered

Everything clear? Fine. Then let’s go get it started!

                      ————-Part Two————-

,,No you ain't dollie, you surely ain't"

I stayed still, refused to show him more of my little speciality, he eyed me like a little boy who just found his favorite toy again, after missing it for years. ,,Tell me Pretty...", he circled me as if he'd be a lion waiting for the right moment to rip me, his prey, into pieces, his gloved fingers grabbed a strand of my (Your/Hair/Color) hair, wrapping it around his leather glove while looking me over causally, licking his scars for the sixth time now, ,,What makes you think... that I... wouldn't see through your pretty little... act?" The Joker started to snicker again, huskily this time, almost as if he screamed so much that his voice started to fade now. I ignored the fact how near he was, decided to instead, only watch him closely and try to make up what exactly he wanted from me.

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,,Because no one ever did." I answered sober and honest. He just started to laugh loudly and held himself up with his hands on his knees. ,,Oh, you're a funny little thing!" He brandished his pointer-finger wildly in front of my nose, ,,You know.. other women only cry and beg when confronted with me... but you.. you are NOTHING like that... ha! You're... you're self-confident... brave... and... and .. fearless... so much that you even try playing me a fool! oH... and you did all that WELL, I almost believed you!" And once again the green haired started circling me, his fingers lightly stroke over my naked shoulders as he passed them. ,,But..." He stopped right behind me, his heavy breathing hitting the back of my ear, ,,... do you wanna know...", I resisted the urge to shudder as his cold gloved hands grabbed my shoulders firmly from behind, ,,... how I noticed..?"

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,,How...?" My answer wasn't more than a whiffing, too distracted by his hands holding onto my shoulder firmly and the way he pressed his chest against my back to whisper in my ear to pay Attention to the actual Situation I was in. ,,Your eyes, honey, your eyes." I slightly turned to him, meeting his intimidating gaze again ,,What do you mean by that?" My brows were forrowed while he just started to snicker again, before patting my head half-heartedly, ,,Oh love... do you know why I prefer using a knife instead of guns?" circling me again, but this time watching every single move I did and pulling a knife out of one of his many pockets, made me a little nervous but even more excited than scared. ,,Because guns are too fast?" I blindely guessed, making his once moitionless face light up within seconds, ,,Ahahahahah! YOU'RE GOOD!" He turned towards the growd pushed in the Corners of the ball room, which he only successfully ignored until now, laughing pleased and loudly, ,,Isn't she amazing?!"

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His Henchmen nodded to answer him, he only rolled his eyes before turning to me again. ,,Right, Princess, you're right. - They are too fast. You can't see all the Little emotions hiding in peoples eyes when killing them with a gun... but if you use a knife..." He giggled darkly while, stalking through the room, past the guests and my family, innocently playing with his knife. ,,Let me tell you Pretty..." He turned around abruptly and looked at me, brandishing the knife before himself admonishingly, ,,In the last seconds before death... People show you who they really are." He let out a spitefully chortle before, for the fifth time in a row, running his fingers through his dyed hair , ,,Eyes tell you alot my love... and yours told me how and what you really thought and felt..." He came stalked back to me, giggling maliciously and sending glares at me, that almost screamed how screwed I was now - but instead of ramming the knife into my heart or throat he only stopped and started to giggle uncontrollably, the whole room held a deadly silence within while his attack.

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,,They showed me how annoyed you were, how much you wanted to be somewhere else... but the only thing I can't quite put my finger on is...." His hand softly caressed my neck while he came nearer, bending close to my ear before wrapping his fingers around my throat and applying slight pressure. My heart fluttered. ,,Why would ya want to leave a Party like this?" I looked at him embarrassed by how his moves and his closeness affected me. His fingers grabbed my chin and cheeks in a firm but still gentle way, forcing me to stare back at him. I felt dizzy, my head somewhat clouded, he hypnotized me with his eyes and voice, lulled me in with his scent. I couldn't hold myself from talking, it felt as if he'd be able to ask me anything and I wouldn't even be able to lie. ,,B..ecause I'm not willed to play the toy for my parents sake again.. I don't want to give my body to someone I don't even know." My eyes were focused on his as I whispered my answer, insecurely waiting for his answer... wanting to hear his answer... I needed to hear it.

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He narrowed his brows peeved, watched my face closely for a few minutes before finally lifting up his gaze and scanning the room. ,,Who?" He mumbled absent minded, and with that pulling me out of my trance, slapping me right back into reality. ,,What do you plan on doing with her, Joker?!" Both, the Joker and I, looked at the Boy that was angrily starring at the purple-wearing man, irritated and annoyed. Surely the stupid idiot wasn't only the 'Starring you naked'-Type but also the 'I'm dumb please kill me' too. Laughters bubbled out of the madman holding my face gently but tight between his gloved fingers. ,,Who are you to ask that?"  The Joker seemed pretty pissed now, turning his eyes on me, ,,Ouch sweets, you never told me that you've got yourself a boyfriendy." He grinned down at me, changing his Expression into faking a sad and disappointed one before finally giggling at my "are-you-Fucking-kidding-me?" expression. ,,He's not my boyfriend!" I spat out, ,,I'd rather die than talk to him in any way!" That seemed to change the whole situation alot, firstly he looked at me  flabbergasted before something in his lunatic mind seemed to switch and made him stare the idiot down with a deadly glare.

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,,Pretty doesn't seem to like you much my friend..." His gloved hands gave my face free again, now he moved away, stalking towards the idiot who's most likely soon to be death. ,,Not a single bit... her eyes told me..." As he was the Clown prince of Crime and normally everything but calm, his voice alerted me immediately, I couldn't decide if I whether should let him go or try to hold him back. The anger that boiled in him would've stayed uncovered... and if I wouldn't posses that special little skill of mine, I wouldn't have noticed - but I did. I took a few steps towards him, but that's when he already had slammed the knife he played with before, into the, now scared, boys throat. ,,That's why you need to leave." The room was filled with short, shocked breaths, ,,J!"  I yelped indignantly and reproachful, making him turn to me with an almost innocent look in his eyes, ,,What's the matter dear? You said you'd rather die than talk to him ever again..." Within a two of his large steps he stood in front of me again, ,,... but I don't want you to die Sweets - So I had to kill him.~"

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I shook my head at this, ,,Why would you, the Clown Prince of Crime, King of Gotham, want someone, meaningless and normal, like me to stay alive?" I asked, my voice dripping of pure sarcasm and disbelieve. He grunted amused while letting his fingers trace over my left arm as if in trance, ,,Because..." He came so close that his nose tip touched mine, ,,I kinda like you, huh... couldn't live with knowing you're dead." He murmured raspyly, making me blush due to his honest and solid stare and words. Destroying the tension within seconds - wether to save himself from emotions or simply because he's a love-numb dick, who knows that - he loudly clapped his Hands together, ,,Nevermind! Guys, we needa go, get me the... äehm.... corpse over there... and get'em in the car!" His henchmen did as they were told to, he only watched them enthusiasticly before turning to me again, ,,Oh... I nearly forgot...", he stopped and bowed slightly, offering his hand to me and grinning at me from underneath, ,,Will you do me the honor of accompanying me?"

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For the first time since he and his henchmen showed up I lifted my head and allowed my eyes to scan the room, stopping at my parents that were watching me intensly. I perceived what they wanted me to do and say, they wanted me to stay so they could go on with using me - but I was done. Done with it all. And thinking about going and leaving together with the Joker seemed to be the only thing, in my whole life until now, that made sense to me. So I did it. Not bothering to give my parents a last look or goodbye I accepted Jokers hand and let myself get pulled out and into the pitch black Transporter with him. Immediantly after entering he let himself fall down on the seat, pulling me with him and with one swift move into his lap, holding me tightly by the waist in place. Barking a few commands to his henchmen he nearly forgot my existence but only until I leaned against him, feeling tired after all this chaos, drawing his attention on me with that. He gave me a smuggy smile, ,,Oh my, I see someone's tired, I ain't chu princess?~"  I laughed silently, cuddling myself into his side as he lifted my legs so I could comfortably sit. ,,Sleep my dear, when you wake up you'll wake up to a new day... a new life... a new start."

He was right... and goddamn... taking J's Hand was the best thing I could ever have done.

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Word Count: 1.735

[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

I Can Make You Feel Like A King | Calum Hood

@loaahossam requested: Idk if you’re taking requests atm or even doing smuts, but I have this idea of Calum’s gf being a singer and had this song from David Guetta’s new album : “She Knows How To Love Me” & it’s all unusually sexy and stuff cause she’s always shy and sweet and maybe the MV is released while they’re on tour or you’re watching it with them waiting for Calum’s reaction or even preforming it in a award show or something and Calum’s reaction is everything and maybe you can take it further the way you like!

A/N: damn, good song! I’ve had this request in my inbox for a while, sorry for the wait, love! 

Pairing: Singer!reader x Calum Hood

Words: 1873

Warnings: mild smut

Summary: You and Calum attend the same award show as you and the band were both nominated for an award and you had to perform your hit single with David Guetta. And someone might like it a little more than anyone else... 

To say I was excited is an understatement. I am going to perform at the Brit awards. A dream of mine since this career of mine really started taking off. The fact that my boyfriend and his band were going to be attending the award show made everything ten times better. And both being nominated for a couple of awards was the cherry on top of the already quite perfect cake.  “You ready, baby?” Calum asks as I’m about to get out of the car. I came with the boys in the same car. It would be stupid to take another car when I pretty much came from the same place as the boys. Sierra and Crystal came too as Michael’s and Luke’s +1′s. We’d probably get pictures all together for the press, some of me and Calum - as the paps have been following our every move since we were first seen together - and some of me by myself probably too. I think that’s what my manager told me would happen anyway.  “You look damn gorgeous,” Calum whispers in my ear as he holds onto my waist as we pose for some pictures. I smile a little and look at the floor to check if my long dress still looked okay. After photos, the seven of us head inside with our management and go to our designated seats. They had seated me with the boys, which I was thankful for. It made the experience twice as nice and made me a little less nervous for the performance. I needed to remember lyrics, choreography and I needed to be backstage in time for my dress change.  “Y/N, it’s time,” my manager tells me.  “Good luck, baby,” Calum tells me, and a chorus of good lucks sounds from the other boys and girlfriends too. I give them a smile before following my manager backstage. I get dressed quickly and my hair gets done. The tech guy hands me my microphone and attaches my pack to my clothes. I put the in-ears in and take a couple deep breaths.  “Put your hands together for the amazing Y/N performing her hit single She Knows How to Love Me,” the presenter introduces me and the music starts. That’s my cue to head onto the stage with my background dancers. The first few moves are quite innocent and almost 50′s-like, until I start singing and that’s when the choreography gets a little more rowdy too. “I know how to make you feel like a king I know how to be your everything I love how you do, got nowhere to run” I give my everything during the performance, trying not to look into the crowd too much as that would distract me and it would make me mess up. But I can’t help but glance over at Calum. I give him a quick wink before turning around, snapping my head back to look back at the crowd and shake my ass that little bit more, just to tease Calum. And because it’s kind of part of the choreography.  I finish up the performance, posing with the sexiest pose I can muster, the dancers all behind me. I feel a rush of power going through me as the entire crowd applauses and I hear some whistling and screaming too, most of that comes from where the boys are seated.  “Thank you!” I say into the microphone before walking off stage. I hand the crew my microphone back and my pack too before heading to the dressing room and getting back into my long dress that makes me feel like a princess. I drink from my water as I’ve never been this thirsty, and before I can properly leave my dressing room to go back to my seats where the boys are, I’m stopped by someone who harshly pushes me further into the room. It startles me a little, but when I feel a pair of warm lips on mine with a familiar taste, I know I shouldn’t panic. I hear the door shut and feel a pair of hands on my ass.  “What are you doing, Cal?” I ask, mumbling against his lips.  “You totally turned me on with that performance, baby girl,” he explains to me as he lifts me on the makeup table.  “And you really couldn’t wait until we got home?” I ask, giggling a little. A part of me is glad that it turned him on as I myself got turned on by the way he looked tonight. That prince Charming jacket looks way too good on him and I wish I could just rip it off him.  “Not at all,” he groans a little, turning me on even more. I can feel him struggling to get my dress up, which makes me laugh a little.  “Should I take my dress off?” I ask, still not really breaking the kiss.  “No, it’s fine,” he says, and just when those words leave his mouth, I feel a warm finger slip inside me. Without warning, just surprised me. “I know how to make  you feel like a queen too, baby,” he then tells me as he speeds up and slides in a second finger as well. I moan a little, making sure it’s not too loud. Not everyone needed to know we were having sex in the dressing room.  His pace quickens as he feels up my insides, hitting me right where I need it. I’m close and I can feel myself clenching around him.  “Let go, princess. Let go,” he orders sternly while placing kisses on my neck. I let go, letting myself cum on his fingers. He retracts his fingers and licks both of them off whilst looking at me with arousal and lust in his eyes. I pull him closer by his shirt and start unbuttoning it only to start kissing his chest. I kiss both his tattoos, then go down to his nipples and further to his abs. I jump off the table and begin working his belt. He cups my face and kisses me hard again. Our tongues twirling around one another. His penis springs free when I take his boxers off, standing proudly upwards. Someone is hard for me.  “I know how to make you feel like a king,” I sing again before taking his cock in my mouth and starting to pump up and down, deepthroating as far as my gag-reflex can go. The room fills up with Calum’s moans, turning me on even more than I already was. I quicken the pace, Calum gripping my hair tightly as he thrusts into me, trying to chase his high.  “Fuck, princess. Fuck,” he moans loudly. When I look up at him, one hand is tangled in my hair, the other is behind him, holding onto the makeup table. His eyes are shut, pleasure and arousal on his face. I slow down a little, causing him to groan even louder, his voice trembling a little even. He comes inside my mouth, and without hesitation, I swallow. “I love you so much,” he then whispers as he kisses me again. The both of us get dressed and I check the mirror real quick to check if my makeup is still in tact and my hair doesn’t look like someone has tugged on it. Just when Calum is zipping his pants, my manager storms in the dressing room. Her eyes widen as she notices what she had just walked into.  “I-just... Uhm... You’ve just won an award, girl. Get your ass up on stage!” my eyes widen this time as the words hit me. I won an award? Seriously?  “Go!” Calum tells me, slapping my ass. I follow my manager to the stage where I get my award from the girls from Little Mix.  “Uhm... I... Wow, what?” I mumble into the mic once I’ve hugged each member and they’ve stepped aside to give me some space for a speech. I see Calum walk back to his spot, a proud smile on his face. “Thank you all so much for this award! I don’t even know what to say! Jesus, okay. I would like to thank my management for believing in me in the first place. Thanks to David Guetta too for making such a bomb track and thank you for including me on it. Thank you to Y/M/N and Y/D/N, my dear parents, whom I’ve wouldn’t have been here in the first place. And thanks David and Joy for bringing my one true love to this planet. And thanks to that one true love for always being there for me on bad days and on the good ones. Thank you for always giving your honest opinion on my new work and for helping me when I’m stuck with something,” I say as I look directly to my boyfriend, who looks a little surprised I’m thanking him. Tears start welling up in my eyes. “Damn, I didn’t want to cry. You’re making me cry, Calum Hood. Thank you so much for being my rock, the line of my kite to keep me grounded. Thanks for being the best boyfriend in the world. And lastly, thank you to my fans who support me and the art you allow me to make. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go back to my dressing room and cry a little over this glorious award. I love you, thank you!” I finally conclude my long-ass speech, holding the award up a little higher as everyone applauds. Me and the girls of Little Mix exit the stage, careful not to fall with our heels.  “Aw, your speech was so cute!” says Leigh-Anne as we all walk towards my dressing room. Jade has her hand on my back, rubbing it in a soothing way as I’m still sobbing over my speech.  “Why didn’t you come from the crowd?” Perrie then questions. I blush a little thinking of what had happened before in the dressing room.  “Because I was in my dressing room... With my boyfriend...” I tell them, chuckling a little through the tears. The four girls start laughing loudly, knowing exactly what had happened in there.  “That’s amazing!” exclaims Perrie, still in fits of laughter.  “I’m not sure how I still look presentable, to be fair,” I laugh too, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. I hand the trophy to one of the crew members before getting back to my seat, Little Mix doing the exact same thing.  “I’m so damn proud of you, baby,” Calum tells me and kisses my cheek when I’m sat down again. I give him a smile and see some smudged red lipstick on the corner of his mouth. With my thumb, I carefully wipe it away.  “Thank you, gorgeous,” I say back with the most thankful smile ever. My heart is full and I don’t think I have ever been happier. This is the most perfect night ever, especially with our little rendez-vous in the dressing room. But even if that hadn’t happened, it would’ve been perfect. Because I’m here with the love of my life and the best friends one could ever ask for. I love my life.  

[bi-hargrove]

Into the Flood - Sweet Pea

in which sweet pea and his best friend still have heart eyes for each other and are still idiots

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Word Count: 7.1k

Warning(s): Strong language, mention of shitty parents

Note: This is the second installment of a series that I’m calling ‘Ride or Die.’ The first installment (Swelling Storm) can be found here. If you would like to be tagged when more parts are posted, please let me know! 

your eyes slowly crossed as you stared at the computer screen in front of you. for the past two hours, you had been cooped up in the riverdale high library, doing last minute review for the calculus final that you had to take the next day. or rather, you were panicking with the practice exam open on the computer in front of you.

“calculus can kiss my ass,” you muttered under your breath before you face planted into the computer’s keyboard.

“looks like you’re working really hard.”

you let out a long and loud groan. “i hate calculus. i need to have a chat with whoever came up with it so i can explain to them, in great detail, how much calculus fucking blows,” you grumbled.

sweet pea chuckled as he plopped down into the seat next to you.

“ah, yes, please continue to laugh at my pain,” you quipped as you finally lifted your head from the keyboard to shoot him a dirty look. “i didn’t laugh at you when you punched a hole in the wall because you hate jane eyre.”

“don’t even say that name around me,” he grumbled.

“then don’t laugh at me.” you stuck your tongue out at him, then turned your attention back to the computer. “you know that my brain wasn’t made for math and science. that’s your thing.”

that was an understatement. sweet pea was a whiz when it came to the more technical fields of study. a lot of people just assumed that he was a big, idiotic lug who barely knew how to add 2+2, since he was a member of the southside serpents. the serpents still did not have the best reputation around riverdale. it had improved some since nearly two years ago, when southside and northside high combined, but a lot of the northside of riverdale still thought poorly of the southside.

but since the transfer to riverdale high, sweet pea was able to reach his fullest potential. he finally had the equipment to prove just how smart he was; equipment that southside high had been sorely lacking.

“yeah, i am kind of a genius when it comes to those things, aren’t i?” he teased.

you leveled him with an unamused look. “did you just come here to gloat?” you asked.

“actually...” sweet pea reached into his backpack and pulled out a to-go bag from pop’s. “i brought provisions; a milkshake, fries, and me.”

he slid a foam to-go cup in front of you, then passed you the to-go bag.

“you’re a prince, sweets,” you sighed as you shoved a handful of fries into your mouth. “this is exactly what i needed.”

“and you were ready to rip my head off two seconds ago.”

you reached over and lightly shoved his shoulder. “don’t make me regret what i just said,” you grumbled.

sweet pea shoved you back before he leaned over your shoulder to look at the problem that you had been struggling with before he arrived.

“i see where you’re going wrong,” he said, pointing to something in the middle of the work that you had written down. “you’re mixing up two parts of the formula. have you been doing it that way the whole time?”

you nodded your head as you took a sip of your milkshake.

“y/n, i told you about that a week ago,” he mumbled distractedly as he flipped through your calculus notebook. “see, look.”

he pointed at a note that he had scribbled in your notebook during your tutoring session last wednesday. you leaned in to glance at the note that he had written down.

“i told you my brain wasn’t meant for this stuff!” you whined as you face planted into the computer keyboard again. “fuck calculus.”

after another two hours spent going over calculus formulas and practice problems with sweet pea, your brain was pretty much fried. you felt like you had a better understanding of what to do, compared to when you first started studying, but with the way things were going, you very well could forget all that sweet pea taught you by the time you went to take the exam. you were too exhausted to care.

“i have to go to the wyrm. fangs wants me to be his partner in a game of pool against some new recruit. apparently, the guy keeps bragging about how he’s the best player around and fangs decided to defend my honor for me,” sweet pea explained, sounding less than thrilled that his best friend decided to do that for him. “do you want to tag along or do you want me to drop you at home?”

“depends. is toni working?” you asked as you shoved open the double doors that led to the school’s parking lot.

sweet pea nodded his head.

“okay, then i’ll come with you,” you decided. “i feel like i haven’t seen her in forever. i miss her.”

sweet pea lifted the seat of his motorcycle to stow away his backpack and to retrieve your helmets. you opted to keep your backpack, and quickly secured your helmet onto your head before climbing onto the bike.

“she was asking about you the other day,” sweet pea informed you as he started up the engine. “said she has something to talk to you about.”

you had a pretty good idea of what that “something” was. after you confessed to toni that you loved sweet pea, she had made it her mission to convince you to tell him how you felt. the two of you got into heated discussions about it at least three times a week.

you sighed quietly as you looped your arms around sweet pea. now you kind of regretted your decision to join him at the whyte wyrm. you were tired and you really did not feel like getting into it with toni over the whole sweet pea situation.

but you had been truthful when you said that you missed her. even though your relationship had become strained over the past few weeks, toni was a really good friend of yours. you had known her for almost as long as you had known sweet pea and you considered her the sister that you had always wanted.

so you decided to just suck it up and go to the wyrm. hopefully, you were wrong about what you suspected she wanted to talk to you about.

but as soon as sweet pea threw open the heavy door to the bar, alerting everyone of your entrance, and toni’s eyes landed on you, you knew that you hadn’t been wrong.

with a quirked brow and a quick flick of her index finger, toni summoned you to the bar.

“go kick some ass, pea,” you cheered and gave his arm a squeeze before you moved through the crowd to go over to toni.

“hey, t,” you greeted with a tight smile. “how’re you?”

she leveled you with an intense stare as she prepared a drink for one of the serpents sitting at the bar. her eyes did not leave yours as she slid the glass down the bar to its owner. had you not been so uneasy by the way she was looking at you, you would have been seriously impressed.

“so, i heard something pretty interesting from a certain someone,” toni began, her voice possessing a sickeningly sweet quality that scared you a little. “he thinks that he loves you. apparently a conversation that you two had after prom made him realize that.”

your eyes widened in shock. as far as you knew, sweet pea had never outright said that he loved you before. fangs had told you that the most sweet pea had admitted to was feeling as though you guys had something more than just a friendship between you. never had he said the “l” word.

“are you serious-” you gasped, only to stop short when toni narrowed her eyes at you.

“oh, that’s not the most interesting part,” she barked. “he came to this realization, but he feels like shit because he doesn’t think that you could ever feel the same way about him. which is crazy because we both know that you do. so, i’m not understanding why you still haven’t told him how you feel.”

“it’s complicated, t-”

toni’s eyes turned to little slits as she gave you the scariest look that you had ever seen. and that was a huge feat, considering the fact that your best friend’s resting face was so frightening that it once made a grown man cry.

“it’s really not that complicated, y/n. you’re making it complicated,” she informed you. “and there’s literally no reason for you to be doing that. you love him. he loves you. just go for it.”

you groaned loudly as you laid your head down on the bar. “i can’t. what if we try to date and something awful happens and we never talk again?” you asked.

toni’s face softened as you finally confessed why you were reluctant to make a move. you had never told her about the worries that had been plaguing you since it dawned on you that you liked sweet pea as more than a friend.

“that would never happen,” toni assured you and took your hand in hers. “he cares about you so much and would literally go to the ends of the earth for you. and you know how loyal he is; he would never ever cut you off like that.”

“yeah, y/n, SP is crazy about you! once he makes you his old lady, he’s never lettin’ you go,” one of the older serpents, named jerry, chimed in from his stool a couple down from where you were sitting.

you turned your attention to the burly man and shot him a confused look. “how do you even know who we’re talking about?” you asked.

he laughed and got up from his stool. as he walked by you, he clapped his hand on your shoulder. “everyone in this whole bar knows who you’re talking about. you and Pea aren’t as slick as you think you are,” he told you.

a few other serpents at the bar mumbled in agreement or raised their glasses to that statement.

“does everyone know that me and sweets are in love with each other?” you asked hysterically.

“pretty much,” toni chuckled.

you groaned again and buried your face in your hands. “this is so embarrassing,” you mumbled.

“it’s not that bad,” toni tried to assure you; the operative word being tried. “c’mon, y/n, just tell him. go over right now and be like ‘sweets, i’m in love with you and i have been forever.’ he’d probably literally jump for joy. which is something that i’d like to see, so that’s even more of a reason to do it.”

you considered what toni suggested. apparently, it was no secret that you and sweet pea were crazy about each other. the risk of putting your feelings out in the open had lowered significantly now that you were sure that sweet pea felt the same way about you that you felt about him. and toni was right; sweet pea was extremely loyal, so he wouldn’t ditch you if something went wrong in your relationship. that just wasn’t in his nature. the more you thought about it, the more sense it made to tell him.

“you know what, i’m gonna do it,” you announced, standing up from your seat. “i’m gonna tell him! t, please give me a shot of the strongest thing you’ve got back there. i need liquid courage.”

toni saluted you before pulling a bottle down from the highest shelf behind the bar. she poured you a shot and plunked it down in front of you.

you knocked it back and cringed only a little bit at the burn it left in your throat. “alright, here i go,” you sputtered.

“you’ve got this!” toni assured you and gave you a huge thumbs up.

you strode over to the pool table, feeling as confident as could be. this was going to be great; you were finally going to tell sweet pea how you felt about him.

“hey, sweets,” you called as you got closer to the small group that was gathered around the pool table.

you couldn’t believe that you were about to tell sweet pea that you loved him. you were really about to throw caution to the wind and just lay everything out on the line.

sweet pea turned around at the sound of your voice. the scowl on his face immediately softened to a smile when he saw you coming toward him. your eyes met his and your heart dropped to your asshole.

what the fuck did you think you were doing?

you couldn’t tell him that you loved him. you couldn’t tell him that in his arms was your favorite place to be. you couldn’t tell him that you loved watching him sleep because his face softened as he relaxed completely, and he looked like the boy who used to pick flowers from the edge of southside elementary’s rundown playground and stick them in your hair. you couldn’t tell him that you thought that he deserved the very best of what life had to offer because you knew that under his tough guy persona was a boy who just wanted his shitty dad to tell him once that he was proud of him. and you definitely couldn’t tell him that his smile made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

your eyes widened to the size of saucers and you turned on your heel, scurrying back to the bar without saying another word to sweet pea.

toni shook her head slowly as she stared at you with a look of complete disappointment on her face.

“don’t say a word,” you muttered as you face planted the bar.

“i’m bored,” sweet pea whined loudly. “how much longer until you’re done?”

you rolled your eyes as you resisted the urge to sigh. “i don’t really know. i have to finish going over these flashcards a few more times,” you mumbled distractedly as you shuffled through the pile in front of you.

“you’ve already read them four times each since i got here. if i knew i was going to slowly die of boredom when you invited me over, i would have said no.”

you turned in your desk chair to glare at your whiny best friend. he stared back at you with a blank look on his face as he tossed your beloved mr. moo up in the air repeatedly. you narrowed your eyes into tiny slits in an attempt to scare him into not being such a pain in your ass. he sighed loudly in response.

“okay, first of all, put mr. moo down right now,” you grumbled, admitting defeat in your stare down against sweet pea. “and i told you to come over at seven because i knew that i had some studying to finish up. it’s not my fault that you decided to show up two hours early.”

“i was bored and i figured you wouldn’t mind if i came over early,” sweet pea explained as he set mr. moo down gently beside him on your bed. “but i guess you do because you’re trying to kill me by boring me to death with history flashcards.”

he flopped back onto your bed in such an overdramatic fashion that all you could do in response was to roll your eyes as you turned back around in your chair. you picked back up where you left off with your studies, and you were able to get through a grand total of four flashcards before sweet pea started complaining again.

“seriously, y/n, how many times are you going to reread those stupid flashcards?” he asked, breaking your concentration. “you already know everything on every single one of them.”

“i just want to make sure i’m prepared for my final,” you said.

“why is russia considered a european country, even though only about 25% of the country is located in europe?”

“because over 75% of russia’s population lives in the portion located in europe.”

“what is the smallest country in the world and how big is it?”

“vatican city and it’s only 0.44 square kilometers.”

sweet pea came up behind you. you felt the hairs on your neck stand up on end when his arm brushed up against you as he reached for your laptop.

“i think you’re more than prepared for your final,” he assured you as he returned to your bed. “make the popcorn and i’ll get the office queued up.”

you couldn’t even argue with him; you knew that you were ready for your exam. in fact, you were going to kick major ass when you took it.

you had been using studying as a stalling tactic.

you and sweet pea had participated in hundreds of movie and tv show marathons before. the summer before your junior year, the two of you spent all of your free time cooped up in your room binge watching dexter. one weekend, after a particularly rough patch for you, sweet pea surprised you with an uninterrupted viewing of all eight of the harry potter movies. the two of you spent an embarrassing amount of time cuddled up together, staring at a tv or laptop screen.

but since you nearly confessed your feelings to him the other day, you had been feeling on edge around sweet pea. whenever the two of you hung out, you could feel the tension hanging over you. stolen glances, nervous laughter, and long, awkward silences were now a big part of your interactions, and you hated it. you just wanted things to go back to the way they were before.

unfortunately, you weren’t sure if that was going to be possible without you telling him how you felt.

in a last ditch effort to return things to normal without putting your feelings out there, you invited him over for a binge watching session. if a six hour marathon of the office couldn’t fix things, nothing could.

after you ran to the kitchen to make a bag of microwave popcorn, you crawled back into your bed next to sweet pea. you tried to snuggle into his side, like you usually did whenever the two of you watched tv together, but you just couldn’t get comfortable. every time you tried to cuddle into him or he wrapped his arm around you, you felt as though your heart was going to jump right out of your chest.

as you watched the office crew go through the dundies ceremony at a chilli’s restaurant, you subtly put a few inches between you and sweet pea.

or, you thought you were being subtle.

sweet pea reached over to hit the pause button. “why are you fidgeting so much?” he asked.

“i’m not,” you fibbed as you scooted a teeny bit farther away from him. “just trying to get comfortable is all.”

he stared at you, suspicion written on his face. you knew that he didn’t believe you, but fortunately, he didn’t push the issue. he unpaused the show and turned his focus back to the screen.

a few minutes passed before he tried to put his arm around you again. when you saw him reaching for you, you moved away. but you failed to notice that you were extremely close to the edge of the bed, and next thing you knew, you were sprawled out on your bedroom floor.

“y/n, what the hell?” sweet pea grumbled as he peered down at you with a bewildered look on his face. “what is your problem?”

you groaned loudly as you buried your face in your hands. you hated that you just couldn’t seem to act like a normal person around sweet pea anymore. you had turned into a flailing nervous wreck who freaked out at the simplest of touches from him. it was so out of character for you to be this bent out of shape over a boy, even if the boy was as great of a boy as sweet pea. you weren’t acting like yourself anymore and you couldn’t stand it.

“sweet pea, i think i need to be alone,” you said quietly. “could you please leave?”

“wait...what?” sweet pea was out of your bed and by your side in a flash. “y/n, what’s wrong?”

you shook your head as you shrugged his hand off of your shoulder. “i don’t want to talk about it. i just want to be alone,” you mumbled.

“oh great, so you’re back to this shit again,” sweet pea muttered as he stood up.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, your head snapping up to glare at him. “i’m allowed to want to be alone.”

he scoffed at you as he snatched his jacket up from the back of your desk chair, where he had tossed it when he first got to your place. his face hardened into a scowl and he returned your glare.

“you know, the possibility of you losing me isn’t because of me,” he said, his tone biting. “if you keep pushing me away, what do you think is going to happen?”

“i’m not pushing you away-” you tried to argue, but sweet pea cut you off.

“don’t mistake my loyalty for desperation, y/n,” he warned you. “i’m not gonna stick around and let you lie to me and keep secrets from me just because you can’t get your thoughts and feelings straight. i may be in deep, but i’m not a sucker.”

he stomped out of your room and a few moments later, you heard the front door of your home slam shut.

you stared ahead blankly as you tried to process what had just happened. and once you did, you burst into tears.

sweet pea knew that you loved him, he loved you back, and you may have just majorly fucked everything up.

you experienced an odd feeling in your gut as you walked down the front steps of riverdale high for what would probably be the last time for a very long time. on the one hand, you were ecstatic to finally be a high school graduate. there were some times where you weren’t sure if you were going to make it to this day. but also, you knew that you were going to miss being a student at this school. sure, you hated it when you first arrived, but it really did grow on you as time passed.

once you made it to the bottom step, you turned to face the school. you watched as your fellow classmates burst through the doors, chattering excitedly about the graduation ceremony that had just ended. you didn’t think you were going to feel so emotional about being finished high school, but here you were, with tears in your eyes.

“y/n!”

you whipped around to see your mom coming toward you with a huge bouquet of flowers in her arms. hopping down from the last step, you made your way over to her.

“i’m so proud of you, sweetie!” she gushed as she handed the flowers off to you. “i can’t believe we made it to this day! you’re officially done high school.”

“thanks, mom,” you said as you examined the flowers in your arms.

she took you into her arms and squeezed you tightly. “i can’t believe you’re going to be leaving to go to college in a few months. oh, i’m just so proud of you! my baby is about to be a college girl,” she chattered.

she patted you a few times on your cheek before she released her hold on you. “are you ready to go home?” she asked.

“yeah, i need to take these shoes off,” you sighed, looking down at the five inch heels that you had stupidly thought would be a good idea for a graduation ceremony. “they’re killing my feet.”

your mom chuckled. “i told you they wouldn’t be comfortable.”

you rolled your eyes and followed behind her as she headed toward the parking lot. she made it only a few feet before she stopped in her tracks, causing you to bump into her.

“there’s pea,” she announced as she pointed to the far end of the parking lot. “huh, he’s with ben. i’m surprised he showed up.”

you followed the direction of her finger and when your eyes landed on sweet pea, your heart rate sped up. you looked on as his dad spoke to him, and from the looks of things, it was not a pleasant conversation. sweet pea was staring off in the distance as his dad wagged his finger at him and waved his arms around a lot. you could also see sweet pea’s grandmother standing a few feet away from the two men. the annoyed look on her face confirmed your suspicion that whatever sweet pea’s dad was saying to him wasn’t anything nice.

sweet pea’s only living grandparent was his mom’s mother. he lived with her in a trailer at sunnyside trailer park, and had been ever since his mom first got sick. his grandmother had raised him as though he was her son, and she loved him so much, so needless to say, she couldn’t stand his father. on more than one occasion, you had been present when she went off on a long-winded rant in khmer about how much of a piece of shit ben was. sweet pea was always more than happy to translate her harsh statements for you because you knew that he agreed with her. hell, you agreed with her.

benjamin walsh was never going to win any father or husband of the year awards. as soon as sweet pea’s mom became sick, ben booked it out of town, leaving sweet pea with his grandmother. apparently, he had claimed that it was too hard for him to see his wife in such a sick state, but you called bullshit. he was just a cowardly bastard who decided that he didn’t want to be there for his wife and son when they needed him most. he wasn’t that great of a father to begin with, so it wasn’t exactly a shock to anyone that he wasn’t around when his son really needed him to be. sweet pea tried to play it off like it didn’t bother him that his dad did that to him, but you knew that it had hurt him a lot.

ben had been in and out of his son’s life ever since. unfortunately, whenever he chose to be in it, he was awful to sweet pea. he was full of criticism and complaints that he thinly veiled as “advice.”  

you had wanted to tell ben to go to hell for years, but sweet pea always talked you down. even though his father was awful to him, he just couldn’t cut him out of his life completely. you understood where he was coming from, seeing as you knew you would feel the same way if your father ever returned into your life, but it killed you to see how much of a negative effect ben had on sweet pea. sweet pea always carried himself in a very confident manner, but you knew that his father had done a number on his self-esteem. he had doubts about if he was strong enough, smart enough, and enough of a man because his father always told him that he wasn’t.   

basically, benjamin walsh was a piece of shit and you wanted to bash his face in.

“you should go congratulate pea,” your mom suggested, nudging you forward.

you hadn’t had any contact with sweet pea since your fight, other than the text that he sent the sunday night after, telling you that he wouldn’t be coming to pick you up before school the following day. you had to ask your mom to drop you off at school on her way to work, alerting her that something was going on between you and sweet pea. that evening, once she came home from work, she demanded that you spill the details, and you told her everything.

she wasn’t the only one to notice that things had changed between you and sweet pea. everyone in town was so used to seeing the two of you together, that you had gotten many strange looks as you went through your normal day to day routine without sweet pea by your side. even veronica lodge had pulled you aside the other day after history class to ask you what was going on with you and sweet pea. you hadn’t even realized that she was aware of who you were, let alone that you and sweet pea were practically attached at the hip.

“i don’t think that’s such a good idea,” you said as you tried to wiggle out of her grip. “he probably still doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

she sighed as she leveled you with her trademark disappointed mom stare. “i think you two have dragged this fight out long enough,” she told you. “you’re willing to throw away twelve years of friendship over this? and you’re willing to miss out on what could possibly be a really great relationship because you won’t tell him how you feel about him?”

“mom, it’s not that simple.”

she stared at you for what felt like an eternity before she sighed again. “fine. i’m going over there to congratulate him. you can go wait in the car if you want.”

she handed you her keys and you walked as quickly as your heels would carry you to the car. from the rearview mirror, you watched as she walked over to sweet pea and his family. ben tried to engage in a conversation with her, but she blew him off, and instead turned her attention to sweet pea. she gave him a hug and said a few words to him. he said something back, an unsure look on his face, to which she replied with a wave of her hand and another hug. she hugged his grandmother as well, then snubbed ben again, before she headed your way.

“grandma chanlina says hello,” she told you as she got into the car.

the drive back to your house was silent. the look on your mom’s face was hard to read. you couldn’t tell if she was mad at you for refusing to talk to sweet pea or not. you really hoped not, because you weren’t sure if you could take another person being mad at you.

when you got back to the house, you hurried out of the car and up to your room. you had to get those torture devices off of your feet. you changed out of the dress that you had worn for the graduation ceremony and into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before you headed back downstairs.

“y/n, can you come here for a sec?” your mom called from the kitchen. “i want to talk to you.”

you sighed quietly and rolled your eyes as you headed toward the kitchen. you already knew what this conversation was going to be about.

when you entered the kitchen, you found your mom sitting down at the kitchen table. she waved you over and you slid into the seat across from her.

“i wanted to apologize to you,” she said, surprising the hell out of you.

you figured that she had called you to the kitchen to lecture you.

“for what?” you asked, your brows furrowing in confusion.

“look, i know that you never had an example of what a healthy, loving relationship looks like when you were growing up because of your father and i. i know how important that can be for a child,” she explained as she took your hands in hers. “i’m so sorry for that and i always will be.”

“mom, you don’t have to apologize for that. it’s not your fault that dad didn’t want to stick around. if anyone should be apologizing to me, it’s him, not you.”

your mom frowned and gave your hands a squeeze. “i do have to apologize, honey. i didn’t realize just how much our split affected you. with everything that’s gone on in these past few days, i’ve realized something about you; you’re afraid of forming romantic relationships. and i think a big part of that is because the relationship between your father and i didn’t work out. and that’s not fair to you at all. you’re going to miss out on so much with that mindset.”

“i am not afraid of that!” you argued as you snatched your hands away from her. “just because i don’t want to tell sweet pea how i feel about him doesn’t mean i have some weird intimacy issues because dad left. don’t try to psychoanalyze me, mom.”

“i’m not trying to psychoanalyze you. but, honey, you are afraid and not just because admitting your feelings for someone can be nerve-wrecking.”

you crossed your arms over your chest and glared at her.

“obviously, i’m no expert on what true love is. but when i look at you and pea, i think you guys have a damn good chance of being the poster kids for it,” she admitted. “you two have been through so much together and you’ve seen the other at their worst and still stayed by each other’s side. that’s one of the biggest hurdles in a relationship and you guys have already been there and done that. the love between you two is so great and i just don’t want to see you throw it away.”

you remained silent, but you lowered your narrowed eyes from her face, to the table in front of you.

she stood from her chair and came around the table to place a kiss on your forehead. “i love you and i just want you to be happy, sweetie,” she murmured. “i really believe that you have a great chance of being happy with sweet pea. but that’s up to you to decide.”

she left the kitchen and headed to the upper level of the house.

you stayed at the kitchen table, pissed off because you knew that your mom was right.

before, you could write your fear of romantic relationships off as normal. people broke up with their boyfriends and girlfriends all of the time without it being a problem, so you didn’t see why your breakups had to be any different. sure, you purposely pushed your perfectly nice boyfriends away because they tried to get to know you on a deeper level, but that didn’t mean you had any unresolved issues with meaningful relationships because your dad left you when you were young. or, at least that’s what you told yourself.

for a long time, in the back of your mind, you had known that your non-existent relationship with your dad had an impact on you. you tried to bury it down and you thought you had been doing a good job of it. but the whole situation with sweet pea brought those issues to the surface and you didn’t think that you could brush the issues aside any longer.

“fuck,” you whispered as you picked up your phone to make a call.

you heard the rumble of sweet pea’s motorcycle before you saw it. you watched from your perch on the playground swing as he pulled into the elementary school’s parking lot. he rose from the bike, removed his helmet, and ran his fingers through his hair before making his way toward the playground where you had agreed to meet. without a word, he plopped down onto the swing next to you and started to rock back and forth. the two of you swung in silence for a few minutes until you finally broke the silence, not able to take it any longer.

“hi,” you greeted, your voice barely above a whisper.

sweet pea grunted in response.

you bit down on your bottom lip as you stared at him out of the corner of your eye. you had so much to say to him, but you didn’t know where to start.

“can you stop biting down on your lip like that?” he grumbled after a couple more minutes of neither of you speaking. “i’m trying to be mad at you and i can’t if you keep doing that.”

your eyes widened and a blush spread across your cheeks. “sorry,” you mumbled as you began to bite down on your thumbnail instead.

several more minutes of silence stretched out between you two until you finally mustered up the nerve to tell sweet pea the truth.

“i love you, sweets,” you admitted as you stared ahead at the playground. “i’m crazy about you. but i know that i fucked up majorly. i haven’t been fair to you at all these past few weeks. instead of just talking to you about it, i did what i’ve always done with all of my other boyfriends, and i pushed you away. and you deserve way better than that because you’re way more than some silly high school boyfriend to me. you’re my best friend, my confidant, and my favorite person, but i haven’t been treating you that way lately. i’m so sorry.”

sweet pea didn’t say anything for a long time. after a couple minutes of silence, he pulled his switchblade out of his pocket and started fiddling with it, a nervous habit of his.

your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for him to say something, anything in response to your confession. maybe you really had messed everything up and he decided that you were more trouble than you were worth. maybe he just didn’t know how to let you down easy.

“dammit!” he yelled suddenly, jumping up from the swing and storming off.

your mouth dropped open as you watched him walk away from you.

your shock quickly turned into anger. you may have messed up, but you thought you deserved more than him stomping off without an explanation.

“hey!” you called as you ran after him. “you can’t just walk away from me. not again!”

sweet pea stopped in his tracks and whipped back around, frustration written all over his face. “this is exactly why this is never going to work! you’re always going to be worried that i’m going to walk away, so you’re going to pick fights,” he shouted.

“wow, nice, pea, thanks,” you bit out sarcastically. “i’m so sorry that my abandonment issues are too much for you to deal with. because they’re just a walk in the fucking park for me.”

the grimace on sweet pea’s face softened the slightest bit. “that’s not...i’m sorry. that came out wrong. i meant that your response to anyone who’s dating you trying to get close to you is to push them away. i get that your issues aren’t something that you can just get rid of overnight, but can you be sure that you’ll actually be able to get rid of them? because i’m not sure it’s going to work out if you can’t,” he explained.

“you sound like such a dick right now.” you laughed humorlessly as you tried to make sense of the crap coming out of your best friend’s mouth. “again, i’m sorry that my issues aren’t something that i can just fold up and pack away in a box. i can’t be sure that i’m going to be able to get rid of them. they very well could be something that i’m stuck with for the rest of my life, but i’m willing to try for you. i could never say that about any of my old boyfriends. but because it’s you, i’m willing to try to work through those problems so that i can have a shot at a relationship with you. but maybe i shouldn’t even bother because you’re being such an asshole about it. you know what, forget i called you here today. forget i said that i love you. i take it back, i don’t.”

you pushed past sweet pea and headed toward the exit of the playground. you made it about halfway there before sweet pea’s voice stopped you.

“i love you too. and it scares the shit out of me,” he confessed, his normally steady voice wavering a bit. “i’m scared that we’re going to fight all of the time and you’re going to be in and out of my life because of that. you’ve been a constant in my life for as long as i can remember and i’m so fucking terrified of not having that anymore.”

and then it hit you that, while you had deep-seated issues caused by your father to deal with, sweet pea had his own issues to deal with as well.

people had dipped in and out of sweet pea’s world for his whole life. he was used to people entering and exiting his life at the drop of a hat, some wrecking havoc before leaving him behind to clean up the pieces. he always appeared to take it in stride, but you could see now that it had taken a toll on him.

you turned and strode back to where sweet pea stood. “i’m sorry. i was being really self-centered and didn’t think about how my problems might affect you. that was a dick move,” you apologized. “and i take back what i just took back. i do love you. so much. it was shitty to say that i don’t because i got mad. that was another dick move. i’m sorry i’ve been such an asshole lately.”

you bit down on your bottom lip as you stared up at sweet pea, waiting for him to say something in response.

“you’re doing that on purpose so that i won’t stay mad at you, aren’t you?” he asked, gesturing toward your mouth.

“maybe...”

he rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth turned upward in the smallest of smiles. “okay, okay, it worked,” he mumbled. “i’m sorry for being an asshole too. i shouldn’t have thrown your abandonment issues in your face like that. that was messed up.”

a couple beats of silence passed between the two of you. but then, sweet pea finally asked the question that had been on both of your minds.

“so...now what?”

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Rei/Sophie bc u knew it was coming

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Who is a night owl:

Literal vampire Rei is a natural night owl who knows how to work during the nighttime. Sophie does stay up but she does this strictly for work (or a sleuth of night terrors, leaving her unable to sleep). Either way, Rei is the true night owl who does most everything he can in the middle of the night.

Who is a morning person:

Sophie is the one who “wakes up at ungodly hours,” according to Rei. Her day usually starts at 4 A.M. and her body is used to waking up around that time. Rei sleeps like a rock so he isn’t bothered until she needs him to eat breakfast. 

Are they cuddlers:

Sophie’s pretty touchy? And I think he is too? So, that’s a definitive yes.

Who is the big spoon:

Sophie wants to be and is pretty adamant about it. But, given how small she is, Rei has more leverage. If he’s dead tired, then Sophie reigns supreme. 

Who is the little spoon:

Rei is determined to be little spoon based on how “out of it” he is. If he’s deciding to use some energy, he pretty much messes with her (and Sophie becomes the little spoon). It’s part of their weird competitive streak where she honestly wants to provide. 

What is their favourite sleeping position:

Where they’re keeping any form of touch. Sophie prefers using Rei as some sort of pillow (he’s naturally cold, which she needs to counteract her heat).  So, she’s definitely around the chest area. Rei’s probably prefers it if his partner is facing him if he does wake up randomly. It’s assurance that they’re still there. 

Who steals all the blankets:

Bold of you think the blankets are only stolen. Rei steals the pillows too if Sophie isn’t careful (or she ruined his midafternoon nap).

What they wear to bed:

Sophie wears her nightgown like a NORMAL person. She may sometimes wear briefs and a t-shirt, depending if her energy is really low. Rei just sort of sleeps in anything. Still in his formal clothes? To bed! Wearing his own idol uniform? To bed! Oh, nothing? Perfect. 

Sophie very MUCH stresses him to change and will shake him softly to try to get him to do so. It usually doesn’t work, even if she does remind him that she just ironed that shirt. If he’s nude, she will be too embarassed and sleep on the couch. 

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt:

Oooh boy, definitely Rei. He wouldn’t fit in Sophie’s shirt as well. But, he probably likes how out of place it is for his partner not to be in her usual lengthy dresses and long sleeves. 

Who falls asleep mid-conversation:

Daytime!Rei. This is basically the prince of the night on power-save mode. There isn’t any hard feelings and this happens to most everyone. Thankfully, his partner is sweet and would guide him to a bench and some shade before he falls over. 

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares:

Rei! Sophie is less frequent since she sleeps through most of them. Vamp usually gets Yumenosaki flashbacks or ominous dreams about his family. Given how it’s nighttime too, he’s probably way more restless and annoyed by it. 

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep:

REI PUNCHES AND KICKS. THERE ARE NO SURVIVORS.  Since he isn’t holding back his strength, Sophie definitely ended up off the bed. RIP witch. 

Who can’t keep their hands to themselves:

Depends on the time and mood for Rei. Sophie is already sort of touchy with him? She does it more in a “I’m squishing your cheeks because you worry me sick” way and a “I’m checking your temperature, stop whining you were sneezing” way. Rei is touchy more at night with surprise hugs and holds (leaving her squeaking and embarassed). Him during the day would be more holding eachother’s arm like how his old man persona is. 

Who said “I love you” first:

Both and it depends on the situation. If stressed out of her mind and tired of fighting, she’ll tell him. Mind you, she’ll be stressed out if she’s worrying about him, thus forcing her to focus on her feelings. Rei is going to be the forward one and it’ll be “unexpected” on Sophie’s end since the eccentric tends to lead people in circles. 

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background:

“How do I change my phone background, Sofee? How do you work these damn phones??”

Rei! Sophie is pretty hard to get photos of since she’s very body conscious. He’ll probably let his backgrounds on his phone cycle through photos of his family, friends, and partner. Sophie, on the other hand, would have plenty of photos of him (and them) in her gallery. But, she thinks it’s weird of her to feature him as her background (and it’s very risky due to his celebrity status).

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror:

Rei gets used to the plethora of sticky notes on the bathroom mirror. Mind you, he can’t exactly see himself to begin with. However, I can see Rei trying to leave notes on the mirror before Sophie scolds him that it “leaves marks on the glass.” 

Who buys the other cheesy gifts:

Rei loves gauging reactions and will get anything that he feels really “speaks” to her. Sophie is more into making her own gifts and keeping the cost low. Cheesy wise? Definitely in the bat’s department. 

Who initiated the first kiss:

Same like the “I love you situation,” both of them are able to. I can see it not being passionate (but, it really depends) but sort of this shy, soft lip contact. But, it would slowly develop since i know my dumbass Hatter would go “……hold on let me try that again.” 

Who kisses the other awake in the morning:

SOPHIE…It’s her backup alarm for him if he doesn’t wake up the first five times. It ends up with him pretending to be even more asleep and she does it more. Before he ends up dragging her back into bed and she’s dealing with an overaffectionate bat. 

Who starts tickle fights:

Both?? Sophie does it more unexpectedly and when Rei isn’t actually pay attention. Rei threatens to tickle her if she’s refusing to share some information or she’s being stubborn. It’s one of their weird ways of being childish. 

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower:

Honestly? Both. Rei is definitely the one who knows what he wants and knows how to push Sophie’s buttons. He does it more often but, it’s not like it happens every month. It’s like once or twice that it’s happened. Usually when night!Rei sneaks out from his old grandpa facade. He’ll hear Sophie CHOKE in the shower and she’ll run to lock the door. 

Sophie does it very late into the game and does it once. She’s trying to be more confident/assertive and will BLURT it out loud while Rei’s washing his hair. She will, however, run before she gets a chance to see him peek from behind the curtains (or even worse, he grabs her by the collar of her shirt as she’s about to go). She apologized profusely after that.

If they ever do, Sophie is going to stand in the corner like it’s the Blair Witch project and apologize.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch:

Either! The thought of the UNDEAD leader walking into a company building to get his partner’s attention (aka the CEO) amuses me. Sophie is way more casual about coming over since he probably forgot to eat again. Rei is way more overtly affectionate and cheesy, leaving Sophie very embarassed. 

Who was nervous and shy on the first date:

100% Sophie. 

Who kills/takes out the spiders:

Both. Neither of them would kill the spiders. Sophie is more prone to do the work since Rei would let them hang around. 

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk:

Oh god I never considered this. Maybe Rei if he’s feeling jealous that someone is making a move on Sophie? Do you really think he’d let someone walk over him?? The alcohol just gets him worse. Sophie is more romantic but she wouldn’t proclaim her affection; it’s more like a very “I c-can’t believe you love me” with some tears and a “Sophie you’re crying–”  moment.  The alternative is Sophie yelling at someone to back off her partner if she ended up drinking while jealous.  :D