#she came up and asked me if the fragrance she got was mens and i was like this brand would say if its for women but it doesnt so its mens

[lokisprettygirl]

The Night Screams at The Slumber Island (Loki x Female Reader) (Horror Romance) (Dark) (Au) (18+)

Read Chapter 7 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 8

Summary : If your neighbour doesn't really exist for the world then who's the man you have come to know of? What is he?

Warning: discussion of rape, sexual abuse, gaslighting, cheating, discussion of mental illness, therapy please read carefully. If something triggers you please don't read it. Take a shot everytime the word hallucination comes across 😂

Next morning you woke up and felt good for a change, you knew in your heart that the conversation had changed your equation with him. The way he hugged you and comforted you was surreal, you wanted to feel him again, you wanted to touch him and hold him again. He felt so safe and a part of you knew he didn't want to hurt you. You opened the main door and found the grocery bags he had left for you so you picked it up and kept it inside , you wanted to thank him for last night but you figured you'd do it after work.

You just didn't know that you won't find him again.

How could it be possible? He was there, you saw him, you talked to him and you touched him. How could you hallucinate all that?

"You said his house was right here?" Clint asked you, he was standing on the spot where your neighbor used to sit on his porch and read. You sat next to him that day then how could he not be real?

"Yes..I..I am not lying I just..I don't know" your eyes teared up and lips trembled as you spoke. He was there last night, you told him everything about yourself and he was there to comfort you.

"There hasn't been any house built here ever as per our knowledge and we have lived here all our lives"

Phil said and you suddenly realized that you were surrounded by a group of men you didn't trust at all. You remembered your realtor Tony telling you there wasn't any other property in one mile distance so he wasn't lying it seems.

"But I have been eating and he brought me food and he.."

"Who did that?" Steve asked you and you placed your hands over your temples

"Loki ..his name is Loki..I saw him I swear to god I saw him everyday since I came here" they all sighed in unison and you noticed Phil saw something behind you and they quickly left after that. Did they see Minola? Did she even exist or you made that up too? You went inside and called Stephen, you could tell that he was worried about the situation

"Y/n, calm down and tell me the first moment you saw this person Loki" he asked you and you wiped your tears before you spoke,

"The first day when I got here he helped me take my bags inside the house"

"Did he tell you anything about himself?"

"He said he was a musician, and that he wanted to explore life that's why he was here" you sobbed and he asked you to calm down again.

"Anything else that stood out?"

You told him everything you noticed about him, the wifebeater, the sandalwood fragrance, him smoking, how he looked, you told him that you saw him in the market and the fest as well.

"Did you see him talking to anyone there?"

"I uhh..I --" you tried to remember and you realized that you haven't seen him talking to anyone even once. It was as if they couldn't even see him.

"Y/n I need you to listen to me. We pass by several different faces everyday and our conscious mind can't retain every information but our subconscious mind does, that's why we see people in our dreams that we have never met before..have you been taking your medicine as per the prescription? " you didn't want to lie to him so you told him the truth.

"I just..just for two nights here I took extra sleeping pills but that was it"

"I advised you to not do that. You probably saw this person at some point in your life, the sandalwood essence was engraved in your mind because of your mother and the cigarette smoking as well, am I wrong?"

"Nooo"

"And his name was Loki? The god your mother worshipped?" He asked you and you answered in yes. He was trying to tell you that you had built him up the way you wanted in your head. You felt crazy and out of your mind. He told you to calm down and see him next month, he also asked you to get proper sleep as if that would make everything better. You hung up soon after as you couldn't take this anymore. What even was happening?

"How could I hallucinate you loki. .you were here..you were right here" you sobbed as you sat down on the couch, were you really losing your mind? Were they all right about you? Were you sick and making things up from the beginning? Since the accident?

You opened the door and looked at the empty space where his home should have been, you walked towards the vacant spot and your knees collapsed because you felt so scared out of your mind and so lonely. Since you met him, in just a matter of few days you had started to feel so close to him and he felt safe, he felt like a friend. Stephen told you that it was your need to build a pure connection like that again in your life that was manifesting into this delusion.

But you had hugged him and held his hand and you felt his touch. He felt real, he felt human.

"Ohhh ohhh God Lokii please come back..I can't ..I can't" you laid down on the ground as you couldn't stop sobbing and it was getting harder to breathe with every second. You didn't even remember passing out there but when you opened your eyes you found yourself in your bed again. How did you get here? Why didn't you remember anything?

You quickly got out of the bed to check the grocery bags and you felt so scared that you won't find them there but to your surprise you did find them. It had the regular fruits and vegetables that he had gotten for you in the past week.

"I am not crazy..I am not crazy..I can't be crazy" you mumbled to yourself and walked towards the door, you shoved the curtain aside and there it was.

His house all lit up like it always used to be.

You gasped as you processed the information, it wasn't there when they came to check on him, he wasn't there when you broke down and passed out on the ground then how were you seeing it again? You called Stephen again but his number was unreachable. You pinched yourself to confirm whether you were still asleep or not.

Then you got up and opened the main door to confront him, but you took a step back as he did the same, your eyes met with him and he was in his usual attire. You knew this was not in your head, because if it was then you really needed more help than just therapy.

"I can explain darling" he mumbled softly and hearing his voice made you sob again, he walked towards you but you closed the door immediately and locked it. You heard him knocking but you placed your hands on your ears. What if you're hallucinating? You couldn't afford to lose him again. Even if he wasn't real, he was real for you.

"They tell me you don't exist..that I made you up..that you..you are not real" you sobbed with every word you spoke and that broke his heart, he knew this day would come and he wanted to tell you the truth but he knew that won't help you.

"I am here darling, you have seen me and you have touched me, I'm real as long as you believe in me and you believed in me even when you thought you didn't"

You opened the door and you saw him standing there, his eyes were teary. How could you hallucinate someone caring for you? Were you really that desperate?

"This morning I didn't see you, they didn't either, the house was gone, you didnt exist" you mumbled as you crossed your arms but he grabbed your hand and his touch made you gasp, he placed your hand on his chest, right where his heart should be and you felt it beating so fast in there.

"You feel me don't you?" He asked you and pulled you closer to him, you could smell his cologne and you could feel his warmth surrounding you again.

"But they…they said that you're not real" you sounded like a broken record and seemed like an innocent child but you couldn't help it, you were at the edge of losing your complete sanity.

"I am here..look at me, look me in the eyes love, you have me, you have me little one..you have me I promise, I told you I'd never lie to you" And he didn't. He just hid the part of the truth.

"You exist?" Your lips trembled as you spoke and he brushed his thumb over them to stop them from twitching.

"I exist for you..yes" He cupped your cheeks as he whispered softly so you grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him inside, pressing him against the door you got on your tiptoes and he wasn't ready for you to kiss him like that, the moment he felt your lips on his he moaned, he wanted to touch you, caress your back but he had to be careful, he didn't want to startle you or make you panic again.

You cupped his cheeks as the kiss heated up, he kept his hands to himself as you kissed him the way you wanted to kiss him.

When you realized what you were doing you quickly pulled away and took two steps backwards. He looked at you curiously, his lips were moist and plump, his breathing went erratic and his cheeks seemed rosy pink.

"I am sorry" you mumbled as your eyes teared up, the awful images of him on top of you flashed through your head, the moment you had opened your eyes and found him forcing himself on you, you knew your life would never be same again. You knew sexual and physical intimacy would never feel the way it used to before. You knew you'd never allow a man to dominate you or be on top of you in such close proximity..

You snapped out of your thoughts as you realized that you had bigger problems to worry about, the major being the possibility that the object of your fascination didn't even exist in reality, that he might just have been a figment of your imagination.

"Are you a ghost?" You asked him and he smiled as he looked down then he looked at you again.

"I don't think a ghost can be kissed with such a burning passion, they're dead darling, I am not" he mumbled and you hummed in response, trying to make sense of his words "You don't believe in Ghosts, Angels and Gods right?" He asked you and you looked at him confused, "Maybe I will change your perception"

"So you're an angel?" You chuckled but it wasn't a chuckle of amusement but more of frustration. What was your life now?

"Nooooo..bless the norns..they are infuriating" he chuckled again and you tilted your head but what he said next did make you question your existence and you couldn't help but wonder if you were even alive because if you were and all of this was real then you were in to hear the shocking truth about the reality of the world.

"I am Loki..the god your mother worshiped all her life, that's why I'm here..I'm here for you. She prayed to me and I answered her prayers"

👀👀👀💀💀❤️❤️💀💀👀👀👀

Note : Sometimes truth is simpler and hiding in the plain sight.

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[ranveer--singh]

The nights are tasteless without you: part 4 ~ Ari Levinson fic

A/N - This is my first proper multiple chapter story which came to me while watching a Bollywood movie. It is set in Mumbai India where Ari is a professor at a university meets a person of colour - Marathi girl at the train station. There will be other Chris Evans characters as professors and Henry Cavill   characters as professors  

Warning: Please read this before reading the story. 18+, smut, sex… etc

For the next few days, Maddy ignored his texts, calls and pictures because she was embarrassed after what had happened. She had started her periods and was craving a double dose of vada pav, so she took the bus to her local vendor and ordered some food. 

She grabbed both plates and some chai, sitting at the table and rubbed her hands to eat the food. Ari was driving by and spotted her sitting alone eating food; she looked a little sad and in need of some company. 

He parked the car, got out and walked towards her.

"Hi, Maddy, can I join you," he said, waiting for her to look up; her cheeks turned red, and she picked up her glass to take a few sips. "Hey, I haven't seen you around; how's work," he asked after the vendor brought some thumbs up and samosa chaat. 

"It's been hectic; not had any downtime," she said, her head looking up at Ari. She couldn't help blushing at him; he looked stunning in the green shirt and grey pants combination.

"I'm sorry; is it possible for you to take a break, maybe," he said, making Maddy bite her lip and squeeze her thighs together. He was so sweet, yet the David's star chain dangled out of his shirt, making her body tingly. 

"Umm, I'll see what I can do," she said softly, putting the loose strands of hair behind her ear. Maddy took a deep breath in, before saying, "anyway, enough about me. How are you finding Mumbai?" 

"I haven't explored much of Mumbai; it's been driving to work, teaching, then going home," he said, putting his fingers through his hair. 

"Why don't you take a break then," she said, twirling her hair around her finger," 

"Well, I have sat aside this Saturday for us to go shopping; that will help," he said, looking at her blush, her cheeks permitting red. 

"Oh yes, you sure you still want to go," she said, looking at her food getting cold and quickly took a bite. 

"Of course, I'm looking forward to it. I'll pick you up at 10am" he said again, putting his fingers through his hair and making Maddy gulp her food down. She smiled, nodding her head, both of them seeing the sky getting dark and leaving to head their separate way home. 

*Saturday at 10am* 

Ari pressed the horn outside Maddy's, letting her know he had arrived. She quickly ran outside the balcony to tell him she would be 5 minutes. 

Five minutes later, she ran down the stairs, her bag in hand and a very comfortable but bright dress and sandals. Maddy's eyes widened; Ari wore a denim shirt rolled up to show his hairy arms. He had brown trousers and was wearing ray ban sunglasses. 

She whimpered, grabbing the bottle of water from her bag to take a few swigs. She was hot, but also today in Mumbai it was very hot, so she could play that off if he asks. 

"Hi," Ari said, jumping out of his seat to open the door for her. 

"Hey," she said, getting in, loving the fragrance of the car. It smelt of musk and chai, and now all she could think of was fucking in the back seat. Maddy needed to control herself and get the task at hand done. 

Ari connected his phone to the car music system, playing songs from the movie Chandramukhi. The last time the song came on, Maddy loved it, so Ari shazamed the song and forever listened to the song thinking of her. 

Ari tried singing along to the songs, making Maddy giggle and help him out. She bit her lip, watching as he squeezed his hands on the steering wheel. It took Ari 20 minutes to get to Phoenix Palladium and find parking before they both headed inside, straight to the men's shop.

They walked into a few shops, not finding anything they liked. Nothing made Maddy go wow, or even feel tingly inside. They went to a more expensive shop, looking for some items when Ari bumped into Andy. 

"Hey, Andrew," Ari said, seeing him try on a suit jacket. 

"Ari, pal, nice seeing you. How is Mumbai treating you," Andy said, shaking Ari's hand. Andy works at the university as a law professor; they both met at the canteen, where he helped Ari pay for his food as he didn't know what the coins and notes meant. 

"I love the hospitality everyone has shown me, even this nice lady here. Maddy, she helped me out when the food was so spicy. She knew what drink I needed, to take away the spice," he said, rambling away. "Maddy also told the vendor what I like, so every time I go there all I have to do is sit down and he brings the food over. You should try Andy, you will love it," he explained, making Maddy blush, trying to calm herself down before saying hi to Andy.  

"Thanks Ari, send me the name and I'll definitely take my wife after she is back from her trip," he said and Ari nodded his head, before saying goodbye and walking around the other side of the shop with Maddy. 

It took them both 4 hours and 7 shops to find 10 new outfits for Ari which got her feeling hot and tingly. Her favourite outfit was a linen brown suit, with a white coloured shirt. When she saw him try it on, she grabbed her water bottle and downed the liquid. 

Ari also bought her a dress, just to say thank you for being so friendly and helpful after the train platform fiasco. 

[fruitchouli]

**Update**

Guess who also got called into HR yesterday for a “scents at work” concern? HAHA!

Someone in my “immediate workspace complained”. Magnificently, I happened to be wearing Shalimar EDT for this retarded meeting which I love because the citrusy vanilla stabilizes the mood and reminds you even if the world is run by and for losers, you have the choice to detach from the shenanigans and do better.

Long story short, we’re pretty sure it’s the cucked, spiritual woman of a union steward boomer who dyes his hair and refuses to retire. Anyway sucks for the poor fucker because now my other coworker and I plan on actually doubling up on fragrance. My old pagan self would hex him which I’ve done before with low IQ corporate mercenaries, but my higher self tells me he labors under serious emotional wounding, which affects his ability to spell and navigate ebook apps. He’s pathetic and trapped, and I unfortunately empathize.

You asked about my go-tos, nothing revelatory or transgressive: Lolita Lempicka purple bottle, Lulu, L’Heure Bleu, What We Do In Paris Is Secret, Tresor, Alien EDT, Lipstick Rose, Musc Ravageur, Iris Poudre, Poison EDT, Mitsouko EDT, Habanita, Mure et Musk Extreme, Chanel Misia and L’Eau No 5, Olsen Twins stuff, old but beloved baby violet cologne, random drugstore musk oils, and way too many samples of delicious bits of pieces like some of CDG and Xerjoff’s. With perfect timing my M. Micallef Royal Muska arrived last night and this morning I gave myself a glorious dousing. It perfectly suits an imperfect, failing Catholic cryptofascist.

Working in such spiritually unwell surroundings, I am understanding the intensity of non verbal communication and intuition more than I ever have. Humans are wild animals. It’s a privilege to witness, truly.

ok slay.. that’s the backlash for being beautiful.. i still need to try misia it’s compared to so many scents i love 💔 should i revisit shalimar edt? i said just yesterday after trying to will myself to love shalimar for the hundredth time that i HATE IT.. a friend once said that ur not a true perfume freak until you develop a tumultuous love hate relationship with shalimar… i’m still waiting to have the love half of that. anyways something that i always think of when i hear shalimar is how joan and peggy wore it in mad men.. it suits joan so well and i know the prop department didn’t mean anything by putting it on peggy’s vanity, she probably just got it as a gift and never wore it but i always think maybe she bought it to try and conjure up some of joan’s energy in herself before she really came into her own. i don’t think she would have identified with many perfumes until the unsexy girl boss green chypre scents came around in the later 60s. i wonder what perfume fat betty wore

[ecliterature]

Ménage à Gretchen

Gretchen trailed her laquered red nails down the wallpapered halls of Crestmire Manor, her assisted living facility. What a sad, 1980s, daytime television backdrop for my golden years, she thought. Couldn’t they at least consult the recent Laura Ashley neutrals? This pale pink bullshit makes my skin look ghastly in the daylight.  

It was 10.45pm, and the halls were silent, empty. All of the Crestmire residents had long been tucked into their adjustable beds, Eszopiclone or Zaleplon administered. “No more benzos for us oldies. Oh no. Heaven forbid we have any fun any more. Not even when we’re trying to sleep,” Gretchen muttered. She walked languidly, acrylic tips brushing the walls as she passed, leaving the faintest imprint. Grandma graffiti. Still here. 

Gretchen stopped when she got to room 207. Henry’s room. She took a deep breath, rearranged her wine-red chiffon robe to better frame her cleavage. Her trusty crimson wrap, it had covered and revealed her in turn for nearly 3 decades now, since her 60th birthday. She had scrupulously hand-washed the stains out of it for years and now that those stains came less often she almost wished she had left a few. Just a few. Reminders of specific men, specific moments. Steven in Paris in 1996, when she was 62 and freshly divorced (for the third time) and took her first alimony cheque to the travel agency. Picked up her plane ticket and the 40 year old travel agent, Steven, and went for her own little vacance. She lived in that red see-through number, barely saw Paris beyond the arrondissement out her window. She fucked and she fucked and she fucked. 

Or her 70th birthday, when Gregory was drinking a scotch while fucking her – always the multitasker – and nearly lost consciousness when he came, spilling the drink all down her and the open robe. The salty, muddy fragrance of Gregory’s scotch mixed with his cum. She wouldn’t mind smelling that again. If only Gregory hadn’t passed away 5 years ago, age 86, surrounded by his dearly devoted wife and children. What they didn’t know. What Gretchen could tell them about their precious Gregory and his proclivities. 

The ding of the elevator down the hall wakes Gretchen from her memories. Better get inside, can’t get caught by one of these narcing young orderlies who obviously aren’t getting enough themselves. She scratches her acrylics on Henry’s door – shukka shukka, shukka shukka, shukka shukka – just like Dolly in 9 To 5. 

Henry opens the door and he, too, is in a robe, pleated blue velour. Henry’s a newer resident at Crestmire, having moved in a few months ago. He’s young – 76 – and still plays golf, and it’s a damn mystery why he’s at Crestmire at all, an independent man like that. The ladies say it’s because he lost his wife and he’s lonely; the men guess there’s conniving children involved, wanting his house for their own. Gretchen listens to the talk but doesn’t participate. What business is it of hers why he’s here? He’s one of the only men in this place who can still get hard without Viagra and that’s all she cares about. He’s a horny old goat and, Gretchen sighs, “I guess I’m a horny old goatess.” 

“What’s that about my goatee?” Henry asks. 

“Oh, nothing Henry. I was just thinking out loud again. Could you stir me a martini, please?” 

“You know it Gretch.” 

“Miss Gretchen, please.” 

“Sorry. Yes, Miss Gretchen.” 

Gretchen watches his ass under his too-small robe as he ambles to the kitchen. Still plump, somehow. Must be the golf. She slips out of her matching red kitten heel slippers – with the poofs on top – and flexes her painted toes. Also red. Another night, another geriatric fuck. Thank god for that hip replacement 7 years ago. 

Henry pops his head out of the kitchenette, illuminated by overhead fluorescents: “Miss Gretchen, there’s something I should tell you. I — I went out on a whim tonight. I want you to know how much I’ve been enjoying our sex. I never imagined Crestmire would be so… exciting. So it’s not that I haven’t been having fun. Or that I don’t like, hem, doing, uh, having sexual intercourse with you.” He looks down at the martini shaker. Gretchen hasn’t seen a man blush this furiously since she asked an ex state senator to fuck her in the ass. 

“Henry, jesus, spit it out! What is it?” 

“I invited Monica over tonight too!” Henry blurted. 

“As in, you forgot I was coming?” Eyebrow raise.

“No I just thought… you’re such a wild woman Miss Gretchen… I thought you might be up for a threesome with Monica and I!” 

Monica was a long time resident of Crestmire, dating from her last bout of chemo a decade ago. She was around the same age as Gretchen but you wouldn’t know it. Gretchen kept her blonde hair curled, her nails done, her outfits coordinated. Her purse always matched her belt matched her shoes. She had even gotten the girls at the salon to do eyelash extensions a couple months ago. They were little geniuses, those salon girls. Nevermind her excellent facelift in 2003 that was still holding up. A present for her 69th birthday from Gregory. Thanks for everything, Gregory. 

Monica had long, grey hair, often braided down her back. She was prone to wearing screenprinted sweaters that featured her (dead) pets or (living but now adult) grandchildren. She crocheted – crocheted! – and she always ate the cafeteria food dutifully and never joined in for poker. Something about gambling being a tool of the devil. Like crocheting wasn’t. And now Henry was telling Gretchen that Monica wanted a threesome? 

“Does Monica… know I’m here?” Gretchen asked, cautiously. 

“Of course, Gretch – sorry, Miss Gretchen. Of course she knows. She’s really excited about this. Actually, it was her idea.”

Well, what the hell, thought Gretchen. I haven’t had a threesome in decades.  

[iincantatorum]

iincantatorum asked:

[ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] My muse brushes a strand of hair behind your muse’s ear [delia]

deamonical answered:

𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

sancti stepped closer and her fragrance and the surrounding sents of inscence and sweat tickled his nostrils. the music was too loud for having an actual conversation, but the demon was well versed in talking with his body and movements. an intrigued smile crept up his lips as he came a little closer; dark blue eyes seeking to hold her gaze. sancti stopped, very aware of having entered her personal space, yet every movement was slow to give her time to slip away if she felt like it. ❛pardon me, miss--❜ his voice low yet bearing and loud enough to be heard over the music. his fingers carefully reached for a strand of hair hanging all by its lonesome; rough working hands carefully tucked the rogue hair behind her ear.  ❛your energy is stunning.❜  @deamonical

"My energy?" She had to repeat it, unsure if she heard right. After he tucked her hair, she even mimicked that part too, running her own fingers over where she touched her behind her ear, as if she cannot believe that her demon-friend had done this. When Sancti came close to her, it felt like he was going to compliment the same old stuff that men usually did with her. Her dance moves, her look, her smile even. But it was the first time she was complimented on this and it genuinely made her grin as wide as possible.

"I didn't know you were this charming, Sancti. Keep that up and you can get any girl in this club," she complimented, continuing to dance. He had yet to leave her presence, and was still in her space so she took that as a sign that he wanted to dance with her.

"Since you liked my energy so much- think you can keep up?" She challenges, swaying her hips side to side before him before shimmying with her arms. "Got any moves of your own, pretty boy?"

[noritoshiikamo]

When you get time coul you do sickingly cute domestic hcs with a character of your choice, you can just straight up delete this is you don't feel like it. ~ embarrassed dragon asks

days of nanami kento, hc:

void, i know u asked for sickly cute domestic hc and i did but i cant help but twisted something at the end bcs i'm me and only pain is allowed ((jkjk void i'll write something pure sickingly cute later for you :* ) warning: 18+ minor dni, sexual content, public, eating out and thigh riding (mention of word daddy) if you read past the addendum, well uh mention of main character's death listen to beach bunny cloud 9 (slowed acoustic) for vibezz

i feel like who ever gets nanami’s heart wins at life

he would bring you flowers every time he gets home

“hello, i’m home,” you could hear his tired voice but when your face come in the view if him, he started to smile and he held the flowers to you, he wasn’t tired anymore

morning with him would be peaceful despite it being monday. you’ll wake up early, he would be sprawled on his belly, comforter wrapped around his waist with his face mushed into the pillow. your cat would be somewhere in bed, sometimes between his legs and sometimes on the same pillow as him; he loves your cat

he likes his coffee black, breakfast is just two toasted breads with spread of butter

when he kissed you, he tasted like toothpaste. you can smell his lingering fragrance from yesterday and his voice was still deep from the slumber

“good morning love.”

“coffee smells good today, did you do anything to em?”

he was shirtless you could see his back with his pants hung loose you could see his happy trails, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose with his messy hair as he took a bite of the toast

he leaned against the counter, his lidded eyes on you and suddenly you felt conscious, but you were in his tshirt and shorts and those adorable socks that looks like animal he secret loves

“you have work today?” he asked washing his hand

you shook your head, pointing to the laptop and sprawling paper works on the table, “working for home.” your body shuddered when you felt the shirt hiked up, his bare hand pressing against your waist, “good,” his voiced echoed on your ear as he pressed a kiss on your shoulder

how did it get here again? your back arching on the counter while his head mewling between your legs. his tongue is mean, it left burning trails wherever it touches, kitten licks along the sensitive slits before his lips enveloped the bundle of nerves

“kento, meetin-ahh,”

“meeting can wait.” yes it can wait until you were trembling, his arms around your waist and you were just begging him to cum and when you did he had no problem cleaning you up, eyes on you as he wiped his chin, sucking the thumb with a small smile

“thank you for breakfast, it’s delicious,” waltzing out of the kitchen with a wink like he hadn't started his day by eating you out while you sat there struggling to catch a breath

on tuesday, he took you for lunch, you went to his favourite bakery and he told the cashier that his girlfriend loves the sourdough bread their bakery made to explain why there's 4 loaves in his basket

he’ll get the same order everyday while you decided to go to the convenient store across the street because you felt like bread was too heavy for today's meal

“i’ll have another one of the croissant, she’s picky, she won’t find anything there,” he explained, pulling out his wallet

like he expected you came out empty handed, but your eyes lightened up when he held another croissant

“how did you know i won’t buy anything?”

“because i’m your boyfriend.”

on wednesday you would take him out for dinner, to that one sushi conveyor shop where they have happy hours for their sushi, its that type of night where you both get slightly wasted on beer, shoveling half priced sushis like tomorrow is the end

to nanami, money is priceless with you, no monetary value could compare to your smile as you feed him a slice of sashimi and the way i love you rolled out of your tongue when he grabbed your favourite sushi from the conveyor if she missed it

on thursday nanami looked restless. you sat at the sofa, him with a book on his lap and you going through your laptop with a cup of tea. “we have a mission coming, i’m escorting a couple of satoru’s students for their grading.”

you stared at him, cup barely got to your mouth, “you’re great, i don’t see any issues.”

“they are kids,”

you reached for his face, his face softened to your touch, nuzzling gently against your palm

“they’ll be alright.”

you squealed when he tossed the book aside, laptop forgotten on the carpeted floor and the cup carefully placed on the coffee table

your shirt slipped off your head easily while his lips never left yours

"you come back home to me alright?" you threatened, "or i'll murder you myself."

"i will, love."

on friday, nanami took you out on a date

he held your hands in the train, shielding you away from the leering men

he took you to a fancy cafe for lunch, he barely touched his food, eyes on you as you stared happily on your choice of meal

"what? is it my mascara? is it messy?" you wondered

"you look pretty today," he said, leaning to brush a thumb across your cheek

he took you to a bookstore, he followed you as you ventured through the long dimmed hallways, the smell of books overwhelmed him as his eyes burned on your back as you looked around for books, the loose material of your dress swaying around

well you did find your book, but he would hold it up high, a small smirk on his face as his fingers tapped on his lips; you got his point

so you held him against the bookshelf as you kissed him, books long forgotten, his hands under your dress as you mewled against his thighs

"let's go home," you begged but he held your waist tightly, bouncing his legs to encourage you to bounce against his thighs

"you can do it here," his lips traced kisses along your jaw, ears as you clutched his shirt, desperately rubbing yourself against his thigh. your eyes drowsy in lust, lips torn from biting too hard as you held your moans and the flexing of his thigh against your clit got your belly in knots

"can you cum for me?"

"yes, daddy,"

he smiled, "good. cum then."

you didn't get caught, but it was hard to stop people from leering at the weird wet patch on his pants as he swiped his card at the counter

you went groceries shopping, his head on your shoulder, arms around you and the trolley as you went down the isle looking for dinner idea

"what do you want, love?" his voice deep against your ears sending shudders down your spine

"anything you want."

he smiled, "well i want to marry you."

"is that a proposal in the middle of a cereal isle?" he laughed, but you can't stop the way your heart beating at the words he said. his lips pressed against the side of your face as he slipped a box of flakes in the trolley

you stopped the trolley, turned around to face him

he looked puzzled, brows up in question

"i want to marry you too."

"good, how about next monday?"

"deal."

but you woke up alone, the next day on saturday, nanami was long gone away for his mission

he left the coffee running, toasted bread and scrambled eggs in the pan and a note on a cup that said i love you, nk , his initial signed

you made yourself a cup of coffee, looking for the remote to turn on the tv

"we had lost contact with the shibuya train station, trapping approximately hundreds of people with no cell phone connection inside,"

the news anchor's word went in her one ear and another

where was nanami being sent to again?

you held his note to your heart, the coffee tasted too bitter for you today, and you leaned against the sofa

how's nanami doing?

on sunday, your ears perked up when you heard a knocking on the door

leaving the pancakes you planed to make, you wondered if it's nanami returning home from his mission

you felt slightly uneased, another set of knocking barged in, you said hold on and closed your eyes, telling yourself it's just your mind fucking with you

you smiled, feeling slightly relief as you twisted the door handle

"welcome home."

"hello, y/n?"

addendum

it was just not fair that the one time you decided to bring flower home to him, he wasn’t there to receive it.

but you’re used to it. it has been a year

all you’ll have to do is just remove the old one from the vase, add more water before arranging the bright flowers in the vase, before placing it back on his tombstone. your hand touched the cold stone, a small smile on your face as you kneeled on the grass

“hi, nanamin, i’m home.”

[0mrs-evans0]

𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬... 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞

Warnings: smut +18, sexual content, fingering, f x f, lesbian sex, cunnilingus, sex in public, cheating

+18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Words: 1,8k

Summary: Your best friend helps you detach yourself from reality.

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Enjoy the reading!

You were so tired of faking that everything is alright. Your relationship fell apart with each passing day. It wasn't the same as it used to be. Once you both loved each other, now you were together because it was much easier that way. Pretend you still feel something for him every day. Your life has become monotonous.

All the hours spent together looked the same. Nothing has changed. Well, maybe apart from the feeling you once had. You didn't feel anything for Bruce anymore. Just sad indifference. Pretending to be a happy couple in front of people was not easy. Just the thought of having to grab his hand made you disgusted. You didn't even sleep in one bed.

You weren't even sure what you were doing this for. You didn't care about him. Perhaps the thought that you would admit your mistake to your parents, who did not support the relationship from the beginning.

That evening you made an appointment with Natasha for a couple of drinks. You had a day off from work so you didn't want to stay home because you knew Bruce would be there. You didn't have to spend time with him unless it was necessary.

You started the preparations with a hot bath. You needed to relax, for a long time now your whole body was terribly tense. You poured your beloved chocolate bubble bath into the water. It was your favorite fragrance. You shake everything with your hand to make foam. You took off all your unnecessary clothing.

You stared at your naked reflection in the mirror for a moment. What happened to this confident young woman? Everything has changed since you started dating Bruce. You didn't feel so attractive anymore. You don't even remember the last time he praised you, what your body looks like. You wanted to see yourself as goddesses. You deserve it. You have decided that tonight will change your life. You will love yourself and your curves again.

You carefully put one foot in the bathtub, making sure the temperature is right. The water was hot. Only that could help soothe your sore muscles. You get immersed in the water. You don't remember the last time you were so relaxed. The light from the candles gave you a blissful feeling of peace. You reached for a glass of wine you put on the edge of the tub.

After an hour you stand on the bathroom tiles. You shudder at the feeling of their coldness, wrapped your body in a fluffy white towel, and brushed your teeth. Then did some facial treatments. The next step was to lubricate the body. For today, you've chosen a balm with a slightly chocolate-strawberry aroma.

Completely refreshed, you returned to the bedroom and then to the dressing room. From the cupboard, you pulled out new baby pink lace underwear. For a moment you wondered what to wear for tonight. You've chosen a short, satin dress that you haven't had the chance to test yet. Looking in the mirror you marveled at how well it fits all your curves. You looked really sexy. You finally felt as beautiful as one time.

You put on more makeup than usual. Now, your eyes were shimmering with the glitter you used. The lips looked really tempting in that blood-red lipstick. The confidence emanated from your posture, and that was it all about. The highlighter made you look like a celebrity.

You packed the phone and keys in a small purse. Finally, you were ready to leave. Without even looking at the couch where your "boyfriend" was sitting, you made your way to the door.

You got into the yellow taxi and after a while, you stood in front of the "Inferno" club illuminated by red neon lights. You wrote to Natasha, she was already inside.

Without waiting for anything else, you entered the club and immediately went to the bar next to which your friend was standing. "Hi!" As soon as Nat noticed you, she stepped off the barstool and hugged you. "You look so beautiful in that dress, honey!"

You smiled slightly at her praise. Bruce probably wouldn't even notice your little change. You ordered yourselves a drink, sitting at the bar all the time, laughing and talking. You don't even remember the last time you had so much fun. Banner restricted all of your life areas. You finally felt free. "That's my favorite song!" Romanoff tried to shout over the loud music. "You have to go dancing with me!"

Without waiting for your reply, she pulled your hand and led you out onto the crowded dance floor. Honestly, you didn't want to dance, but you didn't want to say "no" to her either.

You don't even know at what point you started rubbing against each other. The feeling of her body against yours was heavenly. Natasha, as if reading your mind, turned to look at you. You felt her hands on your hips. Your lips started a fight for domination. Her hand began to wander down your dress. She tugged its end gently.

Your whole body stiffened as Romanoff touched your smooth pussy. She didn't care if you were still on the dance floor full of people where someone might notice it at any moment. "God!" She moaned into your ear. "You're so wet for me. When was the last time someone touched you the way I do?" "I don't remember." Your cheeks turned red in the embarrassment. They resembled the color of a ripe tomato. Natasha did not expect such honesty.

She laughed a little, which made you worse embarrassed. Without asking any more questions, she took her hand out from your panties and licked her wet fingers provocatively.

After a while, you both ended up in a bathroom. Natasha pushed you onto the dark tiles. She smiled as she noticed the goosebumps on your skin. You couldn't help it that your own friend turned you on.

You had never thought of her that way before. "Tell me, sweetheart..." Her lips were on your neck. More shivers passed you as Natasha left bite marks on your sensitive skin. "Do you want me to ruin that pretty body of yours?" "Y-yes." You stuttered. "Yes, what?" She smiled maliciously.

"Yes, please." You said quietly. "You have to be louder. I want everyone in this fucking club to hear how thirsty you are for me. "Please fuck me!" You practically screamed. "If you are asking so nicely." She smiled seeing what state she brought you to. Just at that moment, you felt her fingers inside you.

You groaned out loud at a feeling you've never had before. You were not used to such delicate hands, but to be honest you liked what Natasha did to your body much more than men did.

Her fingers skimming along your slick lower lips. You couldn't help but keep out loud moans and gasps. Her free hand slid against the side of your face straight to the mouth. You sucked her finger at which Romanoff snarled loudly.

She had dreamed about this moment for so long. Now that she finally had you at her disposal, she couldn't get enough of your beautiful face. Your moans made Natasha want you even more. She has long suspected you're not straight. Tonight she found out the hard way.

Seeing her watching you fiercely, you pulled Natasha into a careless kiss. Her lips were soft and juicy. It was a nice change from the dry ones you've always been in contact with.

She cupped your jaw and titled your head back. She wanted to remember this view for the rest of her life. You were canting your hips for more. Natasha's fingers coated in your arousal. She was so close to your clit. She moved her thumb so she could circle it.

You were squirming at the pleasure she gave you. Your lips didn't part, you both wanted more. Suddenly she knelt down in front of you, tore your soaked panties to shreds, and made her way to your inner thighs. The feeling of her lips against your body was indescribable. You grabbed the strands of her hair with trembling hands. You weren't worried about her hairstyle, which was ruined at the moment. You had to hold on to the wall, you knew you could fall at any moment, and you were already very close to it.

Her tongue on your pussy was incredible. You knew this one time would not be enough. Natasha made you addicted to her touch and the pleasure it carried.

You were like a junkie, missing the right dose for months. Your friend was like a drug and you wanted more with every second. You would give anything to feel like this all the time. You were high. "I'm gonna cum." You moaned. "Cum, baby." She said with her lips still on your sensitive area. "Cum for me!"

"Everything fine there?" You heard a knock on the bathroom door and a concerned woman's voice. You got scared a little, but you didn't want Nat to stop. "Yeah! Everything is fine!" At the same moment you came with a loud groan.

Natasha laughed, which sent shivers down your body. "Did he ever make you so wet?" She asked with a mocking smile. Even though she had wanted you for a long time, playing with a girl of the would-be boyfriend was satisfying, to say the least. Romanoff knew she got you into a state you never knew before. Natasha made a beast out of you.

You came home on shaky legs. You still got chills at what you did with Nat. She made you addicted to herself. You wanted more and more.

When you entered the apartment, you noticed that Bruce was still sitting on the couch in the living room. Hearing the door open, he glanced towards you. "How was your night with Nat?" Bruce asked. He noticed the smudged lipstick you had all over your chin. "It was..." You have been wondering for a moment. "Intensive."

Just remembering it, wetness floated down your naked thighs.

[tinysushimark]

Leather Jacket (NJM)

best friend au! swearing, consumption of alcohol, suggestive(?), fluff(?) idk man. (1.2k words)

"Ohooooooo." Jaemin shouted looking at you up and down. "Wow! So SEXYYYYYY!" He screamed again.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Jaemin?" You said fixing your hair.

His hands went up in the air slowly, fists closing and he started to dance like an idiot.

"Y/N is gonna get some tonight! Ohooooooo! She won't annoy me! Ohooooooo." Jaemin continued saying in a weird tone.

"Who are you going out with though?"

"I told you."

"No you didn't." Jaemin stopped dancing, confusion clear on his face. Your mouth formed a small oh remembering that you told your female best friend and not Jaemin.

"I told Em-"

"You didn't tell me! SEE I TOLD YOU!" Jaemin stomped his foot and pouted.

"Mark. I'm going out with Mark."

"Looking that fancy for Mark Lee?"

You raised your eyebrows at him a small smirk forming on your lips. "Why you jealous?"

"Jealous? Me?" Jaemins eyes went wide and then he laughed. "What are you even thinking you chipmunk?" He rolled on your bed and you just stared at him.

"WHY WOULD I BE JEALOUS LMAOOO!" he screamed while laughing.

You turned around focusing on your lashes.

"But Mark hyung of all people?"

You snickered. "He's my wingman, why would i ever go out with him?"

"I dont know, he looks good."

"You look good, that doesn't mean I'll date you."

"Mark hyung is your type."

"Jeon Jungkook is my type."

"Jaehyun hyung did say he'd set you up."

"Wouldn't date someone that perfect." You smacked your lips together, letting the Lip balm and lipstick blend well.

"Date Jisung."

"No, thank you. Won't date a kid." You grabbed your bag and stuffed your essentials in it.

"Mark hyung is the worst person to be a wingman."

You put your lip balm in the purse and looked up at him, as he sat on the bed in his white t-shirt and black pajamas.

"I asked you, you said no."

"I wouldn't! EVER! say no to a place with free booze." He stood on the bed, dramatic actions an obvious.

"No free booze."

"No free Na Jaemin."

"You don't even drink that much."

"Free booze is still free."

"Fine. I'll buy you booze." You stared at him.

"Bad idea." Jaemin said and got up from the bed. "Do you have a pair of my clothes?"

"Yes, through the closet in the right, small blue bag." You smiled, you knew that if you said you'd buy him Everything he needed for a party, he'd come along and you already kind of knew that Mark wasn't the best wingman.

He couldn't even talk straight to you if you dressed up a little and he didn't like talking to people in general. The last time he was your wingman you ended up asking him to make out with you because he hadn't set you up with anyone, but on the other hand you didn't want to put him through emotional trauma so you let him be.

Jaemin walked out in a white t-shirt and Jeans on, searching for his spare leather jacket in your room. When he put it on he looked like an entirely different person, he combed through his hair with his hands and smiled at you, your heart skipping a beat. You stared at him and he winked at you making a silly face to get your attention. "How do I look?" Jaemin asked. "If you put in a little effort you arent that bad are you?" You said picking up random things from here and there so that your attention wasn't solely on him.

"Am I dreaming? Why did my heart skip a beat? It's probably because it's been ages since I've seen Jaemin with his hair pushed back." You thought to yourself. Jaemin did look good with his hair pushed back but when he was with you his hair usually covered his eyes slightly. You couldn't accept the fact that you found him attractive and made your thoughts fade slowly.

At the party, Mark gladly knew people and had introduced you to quite a few men that you hadn't met before but unconsciously your eyes would end up on Jaemin who sat alone in a corner with his rum and coke, slowly sipping it and looking around. He had a slight smile on his face when Mark approched him, the guy in front of you was uttering some bullshit about the flower fragrances and you couldn't care less.

"So i think the bees are important." The guy in front of you said, He was talking about bees, great. "Hey, um it was nice talking to you." You smiled at him and tapped on his shoulder. "Why dont you stay and we can talk more." The guy said. "Look, you're talking about bees and honestly, i dont know shit about them. I'm not interested in you." You walked away your heels clinking the floor of the rooftop as you reached the two men in the booth and sat down.

"Mark get me a drink." You said making yourself comfortable and snatching Mark's jacket to cover your legs.

"Why aren't you talking to that guy?"

"He's talking about bees and some save the earth, i dont know." You groaned, Jaemin let out a snort. You glared at him but he continued snorting.

"Bees? seriously?"

"Mark set me up! Don't laugh at me." You said and turned to Mark. "Oppa please get me a drink." You pouted at him and his face morphed into disgust as he got up with your glass.

When you were alone with Jaemin you found yourself staring at him and admiring his features. The slight curve where his eyes ended, his hair which was pushed back and then your eyes settled on his lips. You stared at them for a while before they curved into a slight smile, his hand caressing your head.

"Jaemin?"

"Hm?" His hands went back into their place, grabbing a hold of his glass once again, you carefully watched as the glass came in contact with his lips, slowly gulping the liquid. His neck tensed and relaxed, probably from the heat in the rum. "What?"

"I wanna find something out." He turned to you, eyes fixated on yours. "What do you wanna find out?"

"Earlier, when you were getting ready my heart skipped a beat. I thought it was because i hadn't seen you in pushed back hair in a while."

"And?"

"It's still skipping beats, so i wanna find out how close i can get to you to make me think you're my dumb best friend again."

"One way to find out." His hand slowly got rid of the jacket on your lap, hands slowly gliding on your thigh. You pulled his hand and he moved closer to you, his breath fanning your neck, the sweet smell of rum lingered near your nose as you moved even more closer to him, lips almost touching.

A smirk formed on Jaemin's face and he smashed his lips against yours, your hands found his hair and pulled at them, you climbed his lap and kissed him back with the same urgency.

He pulled back and looked at you, trying to catch his breath. "You think it was the pushed back hair then?"

You breathed in, "Yeah definitely." You chuckled.

"Guess I'm pushing my hair back everyday from now on then."

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[thebeebi]

your little games pt. 2

pairing: Jungkook x reader

warnings: smut, fluff in later chapters, non-con, mention of r*pe attempt, implied murder and many more! Read only if you are okay with these topics!

genre: historical AU, 18th century?

word count: 2.5k+ [part 2]

a/n: I am not really sure if you wanted the part 2 but I for sure did!!! Enjooooy! ♥

You ran away from the man who tried to take an advantage of you. You stabbed him and escaped. Escaped to the arms of the handsome captain who was even worse than the man you just killed.

Part 1 

Jungkook did not understand what was the reason for you being like this. Your behaviour and manners were ones of an easy woman, but your hands that are pale and untouched showed that you were a lady who had never lifted a finger. He shook his head and wore a white shirt that he took off last just an hour ago. He walked towards the table and poured himself a glass of wine. When he was about to reach for it, he changed his mind and took into his hands bottle of brandy that was often his best companion. He gulped some of the leftover alcohol in the bottle while looking out of the window. He wasn’t from this little town. He was there just to ship some furniture that was ordered by a wealthy man. His parents used to love this town and often took him there considering it as a family vacation. But Jungkook never came back after their death. It was his first time back in 10 years. Jungkook’s father was an adventurer who raised his child strictly. On the other hand, Jungkook’s mother was his supporting pillar that mended Jungkook’s and his father’s relationship. Jungkook knew about the tough unfair world. Since he was a child, he preferred studying, but his father wanted him to be able to sail around so he sent him to an old captain – his friend, who taught Jungkook things that he knows now. Even though Jungkook loved sailing, he knew this was the last one of his adventures. His parents left him a huge mansion with a huge wine orchard. Jungkook knew he wanted to work with wine and that was the reason he did not sail that often. The winery was the centre of his attention. He was 25 years old man, who was already eligible for marrying. He wished he would be happy for the rest of his life. He smiled and shook his head, thinking that love for his mansion and the winery will make him do foolish things, that his heart did not approve. He wanted to get married to Elisabeth Buck who he did not love but had to marry in order to get back land that belonged to his family years ago.

Jungkook frowned at the thought of his possible future wife. His family was always known to be possessive of their loved ones. He knew how jealous his father would get if his mother shown even a tiny bit of interest in someone else than his father. He was weirded out by that because he was exactly the same copy of his father and the woman he wanted to marry had in the bed new man every night. But Jungkook somehow did not care. He wished there would be at least a tiny bit of jealousy, that would show him he had any feelings for the Elisabeth, but nothing. He knew her since childhood and was well aware that his feelings for her will not change. His friends called him crazy once they knew Jungkook asked her to marry him. Even if the jealousy was not inherited, Jungkook was sure he was stubborn just like his father. He was ready to get married just for the wealth and his family’s name.

Captain looked at his bed and walked closer to you. The sobs were getting quieter until they stopped completely. He knew you fell asleep, but it was no calm sleep. It reminded him of the sleep of an exhausted person. He bowed down and took blanket into his hands to cover you properly, uncovering your face, letting the fresh air getting to you. The last thing he was expecting in his cabin was a virgin. He knew they were problematic and that was the reason why he tried to avoid them all his life. He preferred spending time with skilled ones who were enjoying their life to the fullest without any worries. They could have been from a brothel or not, cheap or expensive. Jungkook did not care. This was his first night in the docks after a long time spent on the ocean. From the crew, only his servant Jimin and Taehyung stayed aboard that night. He felt horny after many nights without a companion, so he asked Jimin to find him someone for a quickie who was not filthy and very charming. Jungkook wasn’t expecting a virgin who was more beautiful than any other woman he had seen before. It was a miracle that they found you. A young innocent girl who was just turning into a woman. Normally women like that think about the marriage and with their innocence are trying to lure some a man into the trap with their beauty. How else would Jungkook be still single, if he did not try to avoid them as a devil avoids the holy water? But now, when he had to get married to the woman who slept with half of the male population of his town, he wanted to try something else. To refresh his tastes in women but he still could not understand what were your reasons for doing this job. He shook his head and took of the white shit again. He walked closer towards the table and blew out the candle. Jungkook once again looked at your body and then slowly laid down next to you. The last thing he thought about before he fell asleep was the gentle fragrance of your body and the warmth which was radiating from it.

When the first sun rays reached into the cabin, you felt them on your face and sat up straight away, waking up from the slumber. You looked around and then you got reminded of the events of the last night. Jungkook who was sleeping next to you had his arm over your bust, but as you sat up, his arm slid down on your thighs. You could feel the weight of something on your legs and when you looked down, you saw his left leg being crossed over your small body. You tried to squirm away without being noticed, but your movement woke Jungkook up. He hasn’t opened his eyes yet, so you took it as a cue to lay down again, pretending to be asleep. When he finally opened his eyes, the first thing he decided to look at was your face. To him, it was a beautiful sight. He loved the way you looked now, but even more when you were laying beneath him last night. Jungkook softly caressed your cheekbones with his thumbs and realised that his fiancé would be really jealous of your beauty. He laughed at the possibility of you two meeting. Elisabeth is proud of her beauty, and Jungkook knew she would despite standing next to even more beautiful woman than she was. His fiancé was proclaimed as the most beautiful woman in the town, even though there were many beauties. Jungkook never noticed it though, but people were probably right. Her face and hair were pretty, and her tall body was indeed attractive. Jungkook thought about the woman who he promised he would marry but then again looked at you sleeping next to him. If you were to come to his hometown, then they would for sure forget about Elisabeth’s beauty.

Jungkook bowed down a little to kiss your ear and nibbled it a little. You widened your eyes quicky before you could realise what was Jungkok doing. “Good morning, little one,” he whispered softly and tried to reach for your lips with his own. You were still, not trying to make any movement, being scared that if you would do anything, it would only provoke him. But Jungkook did not need it, the memories of last night were still raw and he was ready for another round. He was kissing your lips softly, but then moved to your eyes, the neck and headed towards the shoulder, where he stayed for a bitting you softly. The shiver ran down your spine as you saw Jungkook looking for the nipple and started licking it slowly, making small kitten but very passionate licks. “Don’t!“ you silently shouted, “Don’t do that!” Jungkook looked at you and the lust in his eyes was evident. “You will have to get used to this, little one.” You wanted to run away from his amused look, so the only thing you could do was turn your head to the side and beg. “No. Please, not. Don’t do that. Don’t hurt me again. Let me go.”

“I will not hurt you this time, little one.” He exhaled near your ear, which he was kissing softly. He covered you with his body as you were trying to push him away. You tried to press your legs together and to scratch him, just to make sure he would stop. Jungkook laughed as he loved the way you protested. “You have more strength now than you had last night,” he grabbed both of your arms pulling them up and then locking them in his grasp above your head. He managed to keep your arms above with one hand and slid the other down to your left breast to play with it. You kept on resisting, trying to push him away, but it was all in vain. With a swift move of his knee, he separated your pressed legs and you could feel him once again deep inside.

This time you did not cry, you had no tears left. Instead the hate and fear appeared within you. When he finished, he pulled away from you and you took that as a cue to clew up yourself by hugging your legs close to your chest. When Jungkook looked into your eyes, he frowned and sat next to you. He reached in to caress your cheek because he was feeling that he had to calm you down, but when you moved to the side, to avoid his touch, Jungkook was confused and stopped. His eyes widened as he realised that you were not pretending and were actually scared of him. He frowned even more and instead of your face, he reached for your hair, to entangle a fallen strand in his finger. “You are really something, little one.” He whispered softly. “You could have gotten a large sum of money for what you lost with me tonight. Anyone would be willing to pay you a lot for that but you still chose to be a prostitute and as I have heard, you came with my men willingly, not even trying to talk about the price or anything. You never told me that you were a virgin and did not try to ask for more.” He let go or your trembling body and continued: “The dress that you wore was expensive, some woman from the street would have to work for a year to get them. I am sure you are of high status, but I cannot explain why would you offer your virginity on the street. Someone could have raped you and you would lose it just like that.” You sit up a little and looked at him, not understanding what he was trying to say.“It looks like you are coming from a good family. You are beautiful, you have an expensive dress but still…” Jungkook grabbed you by the hand and pulled you to him. “ But you still chose to do this.” He softly caressed your palm and then lightly pressed kiss on the place he just touched. “When you came in yesterday, you were calm and willing, but now you were trying to push me away, not letting me be gentle to you.” It was only then when you realised, that he was not one of the men from yesterday.

Oh Gosh! You gasped as you thought about the price you paid for your fear. You then realised you should have waited for the judgement right at that place where you killed the man or just stayed in the poverty where you were trying to run away from. At least you would have not lost your virginity. “It is okay, Y/N. Don’t be afraid. I will take care of you and you will live in comfort. I arrived just yesterday and I will stay for a while. While I will be here, you will be my companion. I will take care of you and will make sure that you have your own house while I’ll-“

He was interrupted by your sudden burst of laughter. It was hysterical laughter that came out of nowhere when you realised what was the situation you were in. The huge smile on your face soon changed into sobs and tears started running down your cheeks. You looked down but suddenly shot your head up to look at the confused Jungkook.  “ I wasn’t selling myself on the streets. I just got lost.“ The captain frowned being silenced by the confession. “But you went with my men willingly,” he interrupted you and you just shook your head to sides. “I thought they were sent to look for me.” When Jungkook did not continue, you realised he does not know about your sin. He does not know about what you committed yesterday and why you were running away. “Aren’t your parents worried?“ You shook your head once again. “No, they died a long time ago. I am living with my aunt. But she does not care about me much.” You whispered the last sentence and whipped your tears away. “Then I do not see the reason, Y/N, why you could not stay with me and become my lover. I will find you a house where you could live happily and when I come here, I will spend time with you there. I will give you a large amount of money so you would not have to look for other men, than myself. Well, I would not let you do that anyways and once if I decide to come back here and will need woman companion, I will just go to you. It is a win-win for both of us.”

You silently stood up and got dressed in the clothes he met you in yesterday. For almost a second, you did not feel the hatred towards him but once he finished his monologue, it was back. You never thought you could hate someone so much as you hated Jungkook. His carefree nature drove you crazy and you were ready to jump at him and scratch his handsome face. Jungkook stood up and walked toward the window, you took it as your free pass to leave. Even though you were wearing the dress that brought back memories, you were willing to take all of them if it meant to flee from the man who wasn’t looking at you. You bit your lower lip and swiftly but silently reached for the backpack you brought yesterday and started backing away towards the door. Your plan disappeared once you heard him shout your name. “Y/N!” you looked up at the man and let go of the backpack surprised. His dark eyes were staring into yours and he noticed that you started breathing faster. With fast steps, Jungkook walked towards you and grabbed your arm. “Did you think, I would let you run away from me? You are beautiful and I haven’t found a replacement yet. And let me be honest, I have no desire to let you go.”

Part 3

a/n: do you want part 3? let me knowwww :) also, I might make a tag list for this series, so let me know if you want to be part of it. 💜

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Coming Over

Pairing - Laszlo x Reader

Warning - none

Summary- laurentrvn [REQUEST]

Would you do Modern!Laszlo x Fem!reader Reader was a fashion designer, making clothes are casual style. Her phone ring, it was your psychiatrist (Laszlo your bf). He called you that how was you day doing. Of course he would like to ask you if you could go to dinner with him on his apartment. You could always say yes. Tonight they are getting dressed and ready. Then she came to his apartment, ring his doorbell. Laszlo open it, you can come in, his apartment was modern Victorian and very unique. They are in dining room, having dinner ready. They start talking. They are being honest at each other. You two head to his living room. Laszlo seem to look at you that he thinks that you are beautiful. Laszlo pinned you at couch. Kiss passionately. You always wanted to cherish him more. Laszlo was sweetness in your heart, they shared bed together.

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Just like a piece of fabric, even people have layers. Some people tend to hide their real selves in front of people by pretending to be someone they are not or people just don't expect them to be any different. But you had seen all kinds of people in your life.

Being an unwanted child and regularly abused had left its mark in your life that was more of a dent than a mark. At the age of 17, when you finally decided to have your life and your future your way, there was no looking back.

After six long years, here you are today, a fashion designer in a well-known company with a good education. As always, the exterior background you had attracted more people even before they knew your story. What difficulties you had to go through and who you were.

That's what you thought before meeting Dr. Laszlo. Your past haunted you for a long time until you decided to get help from a psychologist. "You can talk to me, its alright. Its all in the past." That was the first thing he said. It wasn't much, but somehow the scars and wounds on your skin made all those years ago, somehow healed.

Well after that, the appointments, got extended. Most of the times, Dr. Lazslo would end up dropping you off at your apartment. Both of you felt awkward at first. He was supposed to be your psychiatrist after all. But him waiting outside your office building, sending you flowers every alternate day with cute little messages on small cards, was something you found endearing.

"You want to work on the report? Ms. Lee suggested your name." asked your colleague. Her sudden intervention had you stuff the card in your drawer and broke the moment that had you in all smiles. "Uh? Yeah sure." you had no idea what that report was because you were busy admiring the messages.

"The year end report Ms. Y/N. Its due next week." Your colleague's voice trailed off as she left your cabin. You bit your lip in embarrassment. You liked being loved and you loved him too.

Your phone's screen lit up just like your face when you received Dr. Laszlo's call. "Y/N?" his voice was laced with honey. "Hey" you replied. "If you are not too busy why don't you come over for dinner?" Laszlo asked. You understood that all his appointments were done for the day. "I am done with my work for today so I think I can join you." His voice was doing a terrible job in hiding his excitement and you couldn't help but giggle at that.

Around 1 hour was spent in front of the mirror contemplating the light blue dress that comfortably sat on your curves. Dealing with dresses is what you do normally then what was happening today? After tirelessly staring at the mirror you decided to let it go. You were confident and looked beautiful in what you were wearing. After grabbing the scented candles, you sent Laszlo a message giving a heads up.

Never were you so happy for the foundation on your face, enough to hide your tinted cheeks. He was all smiles when he saw you as he opened the door. His apartment was beautiful. The intricate design on the racks and the quality of the furniture was outstanding. That man had quite a taste.

Within no time you reached at his place and he got your shawl and overcoat as he placed his briefcase near the rack. "Can I help you with something?" you asked leaning over the kitchen counter.

"There is the vinaigrette, why don't you season the salad" he suggested. The dinner was amazing. No out of the line talks, no fake comments just a simple and quiet dinner, something you didn't realize was needed but it was. It was perfect.

"I will do this, could you help me with the dessert? It's in the fridge." Laszlo said he took the dishes from your hands and put it in the sink. You smiled and nodded your head. "Someone was prepared?" you said looking at the two servings of tiramisu placing them on the tea table near the couch. "For you? Always" he said sheepishly as he pinned you on the soft velvety surface of the couch and captured your lips in a searing kiss. His lips were soft on yours. He could the taste of the sweet wine on your lips as he devoured you.

It was a tough job keeping his hands to himself since the time you passed him when you entered the apartment. The subtle fragrance of your perfume was driving him crazy. The blue dress exposed your curves to his hungry eyes and the comment ignited it all. He was always a spectator of your beauty but tonight he was its victim.

Your eyes felt heavy as the movie ran on the T.V. "Tired?" he asked. "Yeah maybe" you chuckled at his observation. He slowly placed his arms beneath your neck and adjusted your head on the crook of his shoulder. The comforting smell of his cologne had you curling in his embrace.

It wouldn't hurt to shut your problems out for a night, right?

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A/N: Hello guys, I am back with another fanfiction. I had a major writer's block but I am happy I could come out of it. It was a much needed brake anyways so..

You all are seriously increasing my standards in men. But writing fics wouldn't hurt right.

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First Date with Chrollo (Human Diary)

Hello everyone! I am back with another “First Date” post featuring the Prince of Darkness. This was an anon post but I can't find the ask anywhere! I have been watching JoJo’s Bizarre Adventures lately and it is a very interesting show. Dio turned into a zombie and he’s so mean to Joseph. Anyway, let’s get into the post. The end is a bit angst-y but I did that to take a slight turn from all Fluff. I hope you enjoy! Part 2 coming sometime this week.m

It is common knowledge that Chrollo loves to read many books. When he was a child, he had time to read and that provided a great source of comfort. Although he seems to be ruthless, every human has the ability to seek compatibility and compassion. Both Hisoka and Chrollo enjoy the romance genre except Hisoka prefers to watch movies while Chrollo loves to read stories. You've known Chrollo since elementary school. You were fortunate enough to be able to move out of Meteor City and attend a better elementary school. As a child, you were an outcast and made few friends but on occasion, Chrollo would see you at a local arcade. Of course, your mother paid for the both of you to have fun but once it was over, it broke your heart because you knew about the conditions he’d return to once he left.

As time went on, you entered college and decided to invite Chrollo on campus so he could be something like a driving force for future success. You’ve been accepted into Yorknew University planning on majoring in Computer Science with a minor in Digital Art. Reaching Chrollo posed a challenge. He never responded to a few messages but on the third try, he answered with an excited response.

“Please forgive me y/n for not responding soon enough. I am more than happy to visit you. I am proud of you and your accomplishments. I do not see myself as a college man but, hey, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it right? I’ll be in touch.”

-Chrollo

At exactly 7 PM on a calm Fall night, standing outside of the campus’ most prominent book store, you began to sweat and your makeup began to drip. Just as you were about to wipe it off, you heard a voice call your name.

“Y/n? Is that you?” He chuckled as he questioned your appearance.

Turning around, you jumped a little at the sight before you. This wasn’t the same Chrollo you remember, of course. He had grown several feet, his face was much sharper, his arms were much bigger, had a bandana tied on his forehead, and he had a few rings on. He was dressed in a white polo shirt, black pressed slacks and black dress shoes. It’s weird. It felt like an arrow was shot through your heart.

“Are you ok? You act as if you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’m fine! I’m just---You--look…”

“Ah, I see. There’s no need to be flustered. I am the same as when we were kids.”

The Yorknew Sailor Store was designed something exactly like a Barnes and Noble except the walls were painted to match the school’s colors.

The bookstore had a perfectly designed Starbucks, with a wooden finish, black and brown metal tables, beige tile floor, and glass doors.

Chrollo immediately noticed the change in behavior, one he wasn’t used to.

The students were snooty according to him and reminded him of how the city council would act towards him, his family, and those who were like him.

First, you offered to buy him a drink. The good thing about Chrollo is that if you or anyone else offers to buy something, He will not reject it. There is no such thing as having too much pride regarding him.

“Do you drink coffee?”

“Of course I do,” he replied. “But I don’t think I’ve had any of these drinks. A Caramel Macchiato? That sounds good.”

“Order it then! That will give you just the right amount of energy for today’s reading!”

To you, this was just two friends reuniting with each other but something else told you that Chrollo thought it was something more. He only dressed up like this if he was going out with someone special and even then it wasn’t an expensive Polo Short, It was his best t-shirt and jeans.

It boggles your mind how Chrollo acquired his expensive clothing but maybe he obtained a great job and is able to make a living for himself.

“I’d like to order a Caramel Macchiato.”

“What’s the name for this drink?”

“Chrollo,” you responded.

“And for you?”

“I would like a caramel Frappuccino with soy milk and no whip cream.”

“Alright. That’ll be $15.00.”

Chrollo glanced at you wide-eyed.

“It’s ok. I got it.”

You take out your card to pay and as you move out of line you bend over to whisper in his ear. “Maybe you can pay for dinner though.”

He laughed and smiled. “Of course, y/n.”

The bookstore was full of comfortable furniture ranging from light blue, dark blue, white in the lounge area. Both of you decided to sit across from each other on the blue chairs that swallowed you both as you sat.

As he read, he’d point out any interesting points in the book. He got tired of yelling across the table, so he decided to share a chair with you. He could feel the heat radiating from your body.

It was almost obvious that you all were involuntarily flirting with each other. The school was full of couples but occasionally seeing the goofy couple was the highlight of everyone’s day.

“This man was so devoted to a woman that does not know that he exists.”

“Sounds pointless,” you say, still trying to read your book.

“Well, she knows he exists but she is ignoring him and making him look like a fool in front of everyone. He says that there is something about her that he has never seen in any woman.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s her eyes, smile, intelligence, the shape of her lips, and her perfume powder aroma. Those are things that drive men wild.”

You smiled and laughed but came to a quick halt when you felt something along the ridge of your neck made you still. The hair on your neck stood up still as the invading force came in contact with your skin. It was Chrollo grazing his nose against your skin, slightly sniffing in your aroma; slowly breathing in and out.

Closing your eyes couldn’t make your sudden arousal fade. At this point, nearly everybody was looking at you both and looked away. This behavior was innocent for college culture, but it was taken as a cute gesture rather than naughty.

You blush. It was quite surprising that your childhood friend viewed you as something of the sort. It was both flattering and scary.

There’s no denying that Chrollo is handsome but if you dated him and the relationship didn't last, it could ruin your friendship.

At this point, Chrollo had his right arm resting lazily behind your back as his head and next aimed in a position that would allow his nose to lay carelessly on your neck.

“You smell delightful. I didn’t know you wore such expensive perfume. Is it….,” He sniffs again, “Flower Rose?”

“Yes! How did you know? Does your mother wear it?”

“She does now. I bought it for her a week ago and now the guys in the city can’t stay off her.”

Wow. The City. Even though it was a hell hole, it was your hell hole. How is everything? How is your mother? How did you manage to have such an expensive taste in clothing and fragrance?

Chrollo enjoys making others flustered. It's amusing to see them stutter when they’re either aroused or nervous.

On the flip side, seeing Chrollo flustered was the highlight of the century! The bad guys are used to being “bad” but expressing softer emotions makes it amazing and a reminder that they can experience them too.

Grabbing Chrollo’s left hand, you gently kiss it a few times and wink at him. He smiled, hiding his dumbfounded expression, and blushed slightly.

“I see you catch on quick.”

“I was raised in Meteor City. Just because I’m here doesn't mean I have forgotten where I come from. But I didn’t know you liked me.”

“You were the only one that trusted me and played with me when no one would.”

It felt like two magnets were pulling you closer. If he kissed you right here right now, you could just melt into a puddle but before anything happened, Chrollo’s phone rang loud and echoed throughout the bookstore.

Glancing at his phone, you saw an unknown number call, and judging from his actions he stood quickly to his feet.

“I’ll only be gone for a second.”

Hmm. That was odd. During this short intermission, you continue to read your book. Ironic enough, you weren’t into romance novels per se, you enjoyed action and comedy books!

Once Chrollo returned, his face was flushed and his soft demeanor had suddenly disappeared. He looked as if he was going to punch a wall.

“What’s wrong, Chrollo?”

He glanced at you with a somber smile, hoping to convince you that he was alright. “I am fine, y/n.”

“Are you sure?”

“Well, if you count my mother being seriously injured, then yes.”

“Oh no! We can leave now, it’s fine.”

“No, it's ok. She wouldn’t want me to leave you all by yourself at this time of day.” He pointed to the night sky.

Wow! That was quick!

“What do you mean?”

“My mother predicted that I could end up with you...she also predicted that someone would be hurt or in danger if that prophecy was fulfilled. It’s sort of like give or take. In order to make someone happy, someone has to surrender their happiness and I guess it was her.”

A single tear dropped down his cheek and nothing more. He didn’t care if other men singled out his “weakness” because he’d destroy them all and he didn’t want y/n to know about his abilities until later.

The comfort of your warmth against his head provided more than comfort. He felt safe, welcomed, not judged, and vulnerable. He knew that you wouldn’t make him out to be a bad person but instead welcome him home with open arms. You were his human diary.

[gamerwoo]

[Tales from the Pack] Joshua: Second Chance (Part Two)

Characters: Joshua x female reader (well this part is more like Joshua x female oc)

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, fluff, some angst

Word count: 4,932

Summary: After his mate died, Joshua always blamed himself and never wanted to imprint again. However, fate has other ideas when he meets you: a young, energetic werecoyote that’s quite the opposite of him. He insists he doesn’t want a new mate – nobody’s even sure if he’s ready for a new one – but he can’t ignore his instincts.

a/n: things in bold are in english, and everything is in italics because it’s all backstory stuff

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Lilly Green started out as a childhood friend. Joshua grew up with her since they were neighbors and their parents were close. Even when their families decided to relocate because of the worsening famine in America, they were still together. Joshua was even the one to teach her Korean -- of course, he taught her how to compliment him before teaching her anything of good use.

But Lilly was also the one to keep Josh in line. He was always a bit of a troublemaker, and it only got worse when he got closer to shifting for the first time. He got into fights, snuck out when he wasn’t supposed to, and did just about every single thing he was told not to do. The only person that could seem to get him to listen was Lilly.

The only time Joshua and Lilly were apart was when he shifted. He was gone for five days.

The first two days, Lilly waited. She waited outside her house or would do her work in the window to watch for Joshua. She wasn’t sure if she’d scold him or hug him when he returned, but she just wanted Joshua to come back. She missed her best friend.

The third day was when she was fed up with waiting around and finally went out to find him. She searched all around town and even ventured one day to the neighboring town, but she never found Joshua. Since his parents hadn’t even heard from him or known what happened, she wasn’t sure if he was kidnapped or killed.

“He’s just run away, Lilly,” her parents kept insisting. “You know how he is -- he’s not a good kid. He’s not coming back so stop going off after him, you’ll get hurt.”

But she was absolutely positive he didn’t run away and left her behind. Joshua would never leave her like that. Not her Joshua.

It wasn’t until the early hours of the sixth day that Joshua came back. He had to leave right away, but he had to say goodbye to Lilly first. He refused to leave for good before he saw her one last time.

The evening he’d left, he had shifted for the first time. Terrified, Joshua ran off into the woods, unable to change back or figure out his emotions. It wasn’t until a scrappy pack of young men who he later realized were other werewolves found him and were able to calm him enough that he went back home. But not before one of them -- he seemed to be like the ‘leader’ and claimed to be their alpha, but even Joshua was skeptical of how true that was -- explained that the odds he could stay in his town were very slim. People didn’t take kindly to werewolves, so that meant Josh would be in danger staying there.

“You go collect what you need and say goodbye to anybody you have to,” the boy, Jaemin, told him, “and then you can come back to me. We’ll be your pack.”

So Joshua managed to climb up to Lilly’s window and slip in. She always left it cracked when it was warm because she liked the cool breeze, so he wasn’t surprised that the window was open. He was surprised, however, that she was sitting up in bed, staring at the window like she expected him to tumble ungracefully into her bedroom.

“Shit Lilly!” he whispered, clutching his heart. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

“Where have you been?” she demanded, keeping her voice low so as to not wake her family.

Joshua averted his eyes, “...I can’t tell you.”

It didn’t take much for Lilly to notice something was off. Instead of the familiar brown she knew, Josh’s eyes were now a liquid gold that seemed to practically glow in the moonlight that lit up her room. She scooted forward on her bed and gripped his jaw, forcing him to look at her. She almost pulled away from how warm his skin was.

“Josh,” her voice was soft like she was cooing at him, her green eyes searching his, “you can tell me anything. What happened to you?”

Joshua continued to stare into her eyes in silence as he tried to work through his thoughts. Not only was he struggling on the decision to tell her everything, but he was also sensing new things. Lilly’s sweet fragrance he’d always smelled suddenly smelled sweeter -- like the best thing he’d ever smelled. When he first saw her after being away for so long, she was the only thing he saw. And yet, he didn’t feel any different looking at her.

“You won’t believe me if I tell you,” he breathed.

“I’ll believe anything you tell me,” she promised. “I always have, haven’t I?”

It wasn’t a lie. She believed him when he said the boy at church was bullying the homeless children -- he’d gotten in trouble for beating him up because nobody but her believed him -- she believed him when he said a hunter in town had stolen from a poor man -- again, he’d gotten in trouble for beating that man up, too -- and she even believed him when he made their pact to stay by each other’s side when they were four -- and she clearly stood by that because she waited for him to return for five days. Lilly always believed him, and he knew by the look in her eyes that this would be no different.

“Those monsters...the ones they tell stories about to the kids in town...” he began slowly, unwanted tears welling in his eyes. “Would you hate me if I became one of them...?”

“The werewolves?” she asked.

Joshua nodded, his eyes closing and a tear sliding down his cheek.

He expected to feel her grip on his chin loosen. He expected to feel her scramble away from him before yelling for him to get out or for her father to grab his gun or something awful. He expected the absolutely worst -- for him to lose his best friend.

Instead, he felt arms wrap around his neck before a hand guided his head into their shoulder. He heard Lilly quietly shushing his silent sobs as she held him to her, stroking his hair in a comforting manner. And he suddenly felt a hundred times better being in her embrace, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist as he knelt in front of her bed.

“You’re not a monster to me, Josh,” she told him. “You never will be.”

“But it means I have to break our pact,” he told her in a broken whisper, not wanting to move his face from her shoulder. “I can’t stay here, Lilly. It’s not safe for me.”

“You don’t have to break it if you take me with you.”

Josh let out a soft chuckle, pulling away to look up at her, “I can’t take you with me. You’re too young to be out on your own.”

“And you’re not?” she frowned, wiping his tears away with her thumbs.

“I’ll be taken care of,” he reassured her. “You should stay here with your family. ...It’s where you belong.”

He wasn’t sure why, but the thought of leaving Lilly hurt more than it normally would’ve. It was like it physically hurt his heart. He didn’t even want to leave her bedroom. He wanted to hide away there and live there forever.

Lilly let out a silent sigh as she looked over Joshua’s face. She wanted to memorize every part of his face if she really was going to lose him so suddenly. But she understood why he had to leave. Even though werewolves were played off as a myth to most people, they were still known to be lurking about by adults and higher-ups in town. If Joshua was found out to be one...

“Make a new pact with me, then,” she decided.

“What is it?”

“When I turn the legal age,” she began slowly, a small smile tugging up the corners of her lips, “come find me.”

Joshua should’ve known she wouldn’t give up that easily, but it made his heart flutter knowing she’d want to see him again.

“What if I don’t?” he smirked.

“Then I’ll track you down, Hong.”

“Is that a threat, Green?”

“No, that’s a promise.”

Joshua’s face broke out into a smile as he nodded, “I’ll always come back for you.”

The sun was going to start rising soon, so Joshua knew it was time for him to go. He had to sneak into his own house, get some clothes and items important to him, and get back to Jaemin. That meant he had to wrap things up with Lilly.

“I really have to go now,” he sighed, the smile falling.

“I’ll see you again,” she reminded him.

“You will,” he promised, another smile -- this one smaller -- forming on his lips. “I’ll miss you, Lilly.”

“I’ll miss you, too, Josh.”

Joshua leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek before moving to get up. However, he was stopped by a tug on his wrist. He looked back at Lilly in confusion.

“If this is the last time I’ll see you for a while,” she began, “you better kiss me properly.”

If there were butterflies in his stomach just from knowing Lilly wanted him to come back, he wasn’t sure what was happening inside him now. He was, however, very aware of the loud, happy grumble that came from his chest. It made Lilly laugh while his cheeks heated up in embarrassment.

Lilly’s hand cupped his cheek before leaning in, her lips pressing against his in a sweet kiss that Joshua immediately melted into, a purr resonating in his chest that had the girl smiling against his lips.

“Go,” she chuckled when she’d pulled away. “Take care of yourself.”

Joshua nodded, still slightly in a daze as he stood up, “Y-you too.”

And with one final glance over his shoulder, he was gone out her window.

Joining Jaemin’s pack was one of Joshua’s biggest regrets. Jaemin and the four other boys he led -- more like manipulated -- only made his anger management and bad habits even worse. They taught him to do things he shouldn’t, they encouraged him to lash out, and they overall just didn’t care about him or his wellbeing at all.

The one thing that reminded him to not completely lose who he was, was Lilly. He’d continue to go to the edge of town, following the pull he felt to her to watch her. She never knew he was there, but just seeing her was enough to remind him of who he was, where he came from, and the kind of person Lilly saw and loved him as.

Thankfully, Joshua didn’t stay with the five boys for long. It was only a few years before they turned on him and he had to wander aimlessly for somewhere else to stay.

And that was when he met Beom.

She was short, old, and round, and walked around with a walking stick that was even taller than she was. The energy she radiated was kind, and her personality was no different. He didn’t know how or why, but when he found her house, she was already standing in the open doorway like she expected him and knew he wasn’t any threat. Beom was strange, but she was the nicest person he’d encountered since Lilly.

While Joshua stayed with Beom, he met other werewolves that the strange old woman knew. They helped Beom around the house and protected her, and in return, she cared for them and fed them and gave them what they needed up until they went off to travel. Then it was just her and Joshua.

However, in the back of Joshua’s mind, he was always counting down the days to Lilly’s birthday when she could legally leave her family and be with him instead. He would still lurk around the edges of town and check up on her because he just couldn’t stay away from her. 

Beom quickly picked up on this.

“She’s your mate,” the elderly woman stated, a small smirk on her face when Joshua has shown up at her house after his daily stakeout.

He paused, giving a quizzical look in her direction, “What?”

“The girl you go to see,” Beom clarified, her eyes moving from where she was looking at the stove to finally meet Josh’s confused look, “she’s your mate.”

“My what?”

“Your mate -- every werewolf has one. Fate brings the two of your together, and it’s a bond you can never get rid of. Once you’ve imprinted, you’re in it for life.”

“So...like soulmates?” Joshua asked.

Beom only nodded once before going back to cooking.

Curiously, Joshua walked over to her, “How do you...tell?”

“It’s something that happens as soon as you see them,” she began, stirring the pot of food she was making for the wolves. “All you can see is them. You just feel it in your heart when you look at them that they’re the one. It’ll hit you like a ton of rocks, Joshua -- trust me, you’ll know.”

Josh just frowned, figuring Beom must’ve been wrong, “But I didn’t feel any different looking at her before I left.”

“Do you not like being away from her?”

“Well...no, but I don’t like being away from my pack for too long, either.”

Beom scoffed, turning to look at the young werewolf, “That’s different from how you feel being away from her, isn’t it?”

“Because we’ve been friends since birth.”

Beom just chuckled. He seemed to have an excuse for everything she threw at him, but she knew better than he did -- she didn’t even have to see him look at the girl to know.

“You believe what you’d like to,” she told him with a happy sigh, turning back to the food, “but you should know, Joshua, that I’m never wrong.”

But Joshua hadn’t even known Beom for a few months, so he took that statement with a grain of salt, forgetting about it in favor of focusing on Lilly. He continued to watch from the outskirts of town, and he continued to keep track of days until he could see his childhood friend again, not once thinking about what Beom had told him.

But one day, the pull he felt to Lilly just...vanished. He continued to go to town to try to find her, but it was like she had completely disappeared off the face of the planet. So he eventually had no other choice but to give up.

Again, Beom noticed this.

At the time, it was just Joshua living with Beom -- though Seungcheol was the first to find Beom, but he was exploring off in other territories in hopes of finding the rest of his pack -- but two other wolves that she took care of, Minho and Oliver, would visit often. They all had known Josh was going off to the town he’d grown up in, but even the two other wolves grew concerned when they noticed that he wasn’t leaving everyday like he used to. Why would he suddenly stop? Did something happen? Did he have to lay low?

But Beom knew immediately what it must’ve been: the girl. Of course, her only assumption was that Lilly simply died. As far as she knew, that was the only way to get rid of the bond. But Joshua would’ve felt in his heart if Lilly died, and he seemed relatively fine. He didn’t look or act like he was experiencing horrible heartbreak, so what else could it have been?

Years went by and nobody knew what had happened. Joshua still thought about her everyday, wondering what happened to her. He eventually found his pack with Jihoon stumbling across Beom’s path when she offered him help when he was injured -- he definitely didn’t seem to want the help, but he warmed up to her -- with a panicked Seokmin sticking by his side. She had run into Jeonghan in town and just invited him back to her house for lunch because she just knew there was something special about him. With the three of them now in Beom’s care, Jihoon thought it best they try to find the rest of their pack and settle down somewhere. They moved out into a small cottage in town Jeonghan had been living in -- it was dangerous, but it was all they had since Beom’s was small with only one bedroom -- but would still check in regularly up until Jihoon decided to explore outside the town.

Seungcheol had known Beom years prior and had even lived with her for a long time. However, he had gone off to do some traveling of his own in hopes of finding a pack. Beom hadn’t heard from him in who knew how long, but he had finally returned with three members of his pack while Jihoon had taken Seokmin, Jeonghan, and Joshua off on their own adventures. Seungcheol, Wonwoo, Mingyu, and Hansol had decided to set to work on building a house in the forest nearby to live in, figuring living close to Beom would be good for them.

Once Jihoon had returned with his pack, plus Seungkwan now, they were introduced to Seungcheol and his pack, and they all felt connections to both alphas. So the construction of the house became an even bigger project.

And even bigger still once Soonyoung had shown up as the sun was setting one evening, begging for help because they’d gotten themselves into some trouble.

With the alphas content with their pack thus far, they continued building onto the house until it was completed. It took a lot of time and effort, but it was worth it. Plus, all of the tasks kept Joshua’s mind off of what had happened with Lilly. The little addition of the baby left at Beom’s door one night was even more distraction as the older wolves visited everyday to try to track down the parents and help care for the infant Beom named Soomin.

Still, he thought about Lilly every night before he went to sleep, wondering just what in the world happened to her.

And nobody except Josh and Beom -- and Oliver and Minho, who had already gone off together to travel -- knew that Lilly ever even existed.

However, there was a night where one of the two boys had gone to visit Beom due to an injury.

Oliver and Soomin were sitting at the table together, the teenage girl studying her books while Oliver sipped some team that the old woman had made him to help him heal. Suddenly, the wolf looked up from his tea that Beom had made him and set on the table, giving a confused look to the old woman who was standing at her small cauldron, “What’s that sound?”

“What sound, dear?” Beom replied, seeming unable to hear the odd sounds Oliver heard.

Soomin looked up at him before her eyes went out of focus while she tried to hear what Oliver had.

It wasn’t odd to hear the wind shriek outside, especially on a rainy night. However, this sounded different. It wasn’t the same kind of moan one would hear as rain rapped on the windows. This sounded far too human to just be the sounds of the wind that Oliver liked to listen to while Beom worked on potions and whatnot.

He heard it again, but closer now -- Soomin picked up on it now, too. This time, he was sure it was human. Concerned, Oliver got up from his chair at the table and walked over toward the door. He opened the front door and took a few steps outside, trying to listen more carefully; trying to hear for the same cries but also trying to use his sense of smell to see if he smelled anyone nearby.

Of course Beom had heard the shrieking, but she knew Oliver would no doubt go retrieve the person and bring them back if need be -- and much more efficiently than she ever could. Besides, she knew the forest near her house was safe and would keep the poor wanderer protected until it could manage to lead her to the cottage.

“She’s northeast from here,” Oliver murmured to himself as he tried to gather any more information before deciding what to do next. He turned his head, looking to Beom to see the hints of a proud smile on her face. “Should I go find her?”

“No, my dear,” Beom told him. She could hear the sprites and they promised to safely lead the wanderer to the cottage. There was no immediate danger, so there was no reason for Oliver to go out when he was already hurt. “The forest will lead her here. It always does.”

And it did. Oliver was standing by the window with Soomin standing beside him and straining her eyes in the dark. The pair were unable to focus on anything else until they were sure the human girl was safe. Oliver’s sharp eyes intently watched for any sign of the person he heard in the night. When a redheaded girl finally arrived, he was at the door before she could even knock.

“Beom, she’s here!” Soomin announced.

Beom opened the door after the first bunch of frantic knocks -- Oliver was nervous about scaring her while Soomin was slightly frightened the strange girl could be someone bad, so they let Beom answer the door. Before her stood a girl with coppery-orange hair that was soaking wet and dripping down her tattered dress. Her face was sunken in, and her skin looked unhealthily pale. Her green eyes looked back at Beom with fear, but just a tinge of hope in them.

“Please,” she breathed, out of breath from running, “you have to help me.”

Of course, Beom hurried the shivering girl inside, asking Oliver to grab her new clothes that weren’t sopping wet while Soomin immediately went to make tea without even being asked. Beom sat the girl down at the kitchen table, not worrying about the mud and water the girl was tracking in. She gave her a knitted blanket, wrapping it around the poor girl as Soomin offered her tea that would not only warm her up, but would definitely help her with the lack of nourishment she seemed to have.

As soon as Beom asked what happened, the girl didn’t stop talking. She explained the whole story: how she was waiting to become of age so she could run away with the boy she loved, but how the town found out he was a monster. So they put her to sleep and locked her away so he could never track her down to take her with him. She still wasn’t even sure how long she was asleep, but as soon as she woke up, she escaped.

That explained her appearance, at least. But...what kind of monster was this boy she spoke of?

“Which town are you from, little wanderer?” Beom asked her, sitting down in the chair to the girl’s right as she listened to the story and made sure she drank all of the magic tea.

“It’s not too far from here,” she said, both of her hands wrapped around the mug to put warmth back into her fingertips. “It’s just on the outskirts of the forest.”

“That’s the one Joshua’s from, isn’t it?” Soomin asked, listening to the conversation as Oliver prepared the couch for their visitor to sleep on.

The girl perked up, head whipping around to look at the werewolf, “Joshua?”

Oliver’s eyebrows furrowed, stopping what he was doing to look toward the kitchen, studying the girl, “Do you know him?”

Then it clicked in Beom’s head.

With a soft smile, the old woman brushed a strand of damp hair away from the girl’s face, “What’s your name, little wanderer?”

“Lilly.”

Then Oliver caught on, his golden eyes snapping to look at Beom with urgency in them, “Should I call for the pack?”

Beom only sat back in her chair, “He’ll be here soon.”

Which was true. As soon as Lilly woke up, Joshua would’ve felt the pull to her again, and Beom guessed that feeling the pull so suddenly once again would’ve woken him from even the deepest slumber. It had been years since he felt it, and he would be done waiting around to go back for her.

Sure enough, they soon heard, “Josh, slow down” being called outside.

The front door flew open, Joshua being the first inside. His black hair was dripping wet and hanging in his face, and he seemed to be in his pajamas since he only had pants on. His golden eyes almost immediately locked on Lilly sitting in the kitchen, and even though Beom and Oliver knew the girl was his mate without needing to see him look at her, it was absolutely solidified seeing the way he changed seeing her for the first time in so long.

“Josh!” Lilly cried, leaping up from the chair and running straight for Josh.

Any average person would’ve fallen over with the force she ran into his arms, but Josh hardly even stumbled as his warm arms wrapped around her waist.

The few of the pack that followed him there finally walked in, looking much like he did. Their eyes landed on the scene in front of them, seeing Joshua holding an unfamiliar girl so tightly, they were sure they’d fuse together. She was crying into his shoulder as he sniffled and let silent tears slide down his cheeks.

Josh didn’t even think twice about the only words he said. He thought he was never going to see Lilly again after the pull to her disappeared, and his emotions and thoughts were running so wild that he couldn’t form any other sentences. But this one summed up how he felt pretty well, anyway.

“I love you, Lilly. So much. I’m never letting you go again.”

Jihoon looked over at Beom, pointing at the couple in front of him, silently asking if this was the girl Beom had told him about behind Joshua’s back. Beom simply nodded with an almost smug smile.

It took a little bit for the two to calm down and let go, but even then, Josh was always touching her somehow. That actually became a habit when they were around each other, but nobody could blame them.

“It’s been about 60 years since you vanished,” Joshua had told her softly when Lilly had made a comment about not seeing him for ‘a few years’. “Actually, I think it’s been 64 exactly.”

Lilly stopped, eyes wide and mouth agape. They’d kept her sleeping in a basement for 64 years? She knew it was at least a few, but she didn’t think it was that long!

“For what it’s worth,” Joshua began with a playful smile, still holding both of her hands in his as her body was still cold from being lost outside in the rain, “you don’t look a day over nineteen.”

“Well...I’m technically not yet,” she realized. “They did that to me just before my birthday. I’m still eighteen.”

“No, you’re eighty-two,” Jihoon deadpanned before Seungcheol whacked him in the arm and scolded him for being rude.

Lilly was quick to adjust to her new life, though. It was easy with Joshua by her side, but she took a liking to the wolves very quickly -- and Soomin also became quite attached to the older girl since the only people she had in her life were an old woman and a pack of male werewolves. Lilly stayed at Beom’s with Josh for the first night, but Jeonghan had a big mouth and told the pack everything that had happened at Beom’s. By the next morning, everybody knew about this secret mate Joshua apparently had but never spoke of.

The younger wolves seemed the most interested in her, but everybody seemed to love her. She easily stepped up to the role of playing ‘pack mother’ even though it wasn’t a position she necessarily had to take, and like an older sister to Soomin. It was just something that seemed to naturally come to her.

There was a difference in Joshua, she noticed. If she thought Josh was mischievous as a regular human boy, he was down-right bad as a werewolf. He was reckless and thrill-seeking, but frankly, the things he did were pretty dangerous. He had a bad temper, especially after shifting, and it was hard for even Lilly to keep him in control.

A few years went by, and things stayed the same. Lilly took care of the pack like they were her kids, and the pack took care of her in return. Joshua got himself in just as much trouble just like Lilly remembered, but because he was a werewolf now, she found herself tending to more and more wounds of his than necessary.

Joshua was the type that didn’t think about repercussions or even if his actions would affect others. But after that day, he was different. It wasn’t just the awful depression that changed him, it was what he’d done that changed him. He wasn’t reckless anymore, and he wasn’t as carefree. He had become careful, but still kept his snarky “I don’t care” attitude. Because he really didn’t care. Without Lilly, he didn’t care at all.

[cheri-translates]

Headcanon - When an old classmate has a meal at your house

This work, 当男同学来你家吃饭, was originally written by  君兮耶君兮 on Weibo, and she has given me permission to translate it 🌸

[ VICTOR ]

You didn’t expect a chance encounter with an ex-classmate to result in him inviting himself over to your place for a meal. Unable to reject him out of politeness, you were left with no choice but to agree.

You give Victor a call, getting him to prepare more dishes tonight. “Teacher Victor, an old classmate will be coming over for dinner. Yup, just one.”

“Eh? Your husband does the cooking? He doesn't have a job?” Your old classmate gabbles on after hearing what you said. “Men who don’t have jobs aren’t reliable. Just think about it.”

You feel like beating him up. Giving him a frown, you explain. “He has a job. It’s just an off day.”

“I’m saying this for your own good,” he speaks solemnly. “Someone who has a high income and a stable job in LFG like me are definitely reliable.”

Initially planning to retort, hearing that he’s working in LFG makes you decide to let him discover the situation for himself afterwards.

-

Despite standing outside your home, you’re already able to smell a familiar fragrance wafting in the air. Pushing the door open, you greet, “Hubby, I’m home!”

Victor happens to be bringing the dishes out from the kitchen. “Wash your hands first. You’ll get to eat soon.”

Your old classmate stands rigidly behind you. He didn’t think your husband was actually the CEO of LFG. What was it that he said earlier? That your husband doesn’t have a job? That your husband isn’t reliable?

Wanting to rub salt into the wound, you speak up. “My old classmate was worried that you were jobless when he heard you do the cooking, so he came to take a look~”

“N-no, CEO, I...” Your old classmate stammers incoherently. Seeing this, your heart feels smug. As expected, you’re the only one who can bully Teacher Victor.

“Mm.” Victor nods unaffectedly. “Let’s eat.”

Grinning, you hook your arm with Victor’s. “Did you make my favourite sweet and sour pork ribs?”

Casting a fleeting glance at your old classmate, his line of sight returns to you. “Yes. There’s also the chilli pepper fillet steak you wanted. Go and wash your hands.” He tousles your hair, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Your old classmate: Is it too late for me to leave?

[ GAVIN ]

When Gavin heard that you were going to bring a male ex-classmate home for a meal, he naturally felt upset.

After instructing him to be a good host to your ex-classmate before heading to the kitchen, Gavin very unwillingly pours him a glass of water. For a moment, the air in the living room turns tense without your presence.

“Are you Gavin? I often saw you standing at the door of the classroom during high school. I didn’t expect the two of you to end up together.” Your ex-classmates takes the initiative to start a conversation.

“Back then, she was already meant to be mine.” Gavin’s words are needle-like and unfriendly.

Your ex-classmate chuckles, not taking it to heart. Just then, you step out of the kitchen, calling them over to eat. When Gavin sees you, his expression relaxes slightly.

-

“Are you still working at the same company?” You find a topic to talk about during dinner.

“Yeah, there’s much to look forward to - promotions, a raise, marrying the person I love, and reaching the pinnacle of life.” Your ex-classmate lifts his head, as though gazing towards the future.

Beneath the table, Gavin gradually clenches his fist.

“Also, how’s your boyfriend doing?” You scoop some vegetables onto your plate.

“Boyfriend!?” Gavin’s hand pauses mid-air while he prepares to reach for a dish.

Scooping some pineapple duck cubes into his bowl, you respond calmly. “That’s right. He’s been together with his desk mate since high school. They even went to the same university.”

Your ex-classmate gives Gavin a mischievous look. “Do you regret being so hostile towards me now?”

“...” Gavin flushes in a second.

[ LUCIEN ]

What happens when one meets a rival in love? There’s no need to worry - let Professor Lucien teach you how to defeat the rival.

The moment Professor Lucien enthusiastically invited your ex-classmate who used to court you (and is still pestering you even now) to your home, you already knew that something didn’t feel right. His smile was especially frightening.

Taking your seats, that feeling becomes even more evident.

“Eat more of this garlic beef, it’s high in protein.” Your ex-classmate ignores the awkwardness, scooping dishes onto your plate. He glances at Lucien, as though trying to provoke him.

You don’t fancy the food he has scooped for you, and you cast a pleading look at Lucien.

Lucien prepares another bowl of rice for you, taking your half-eaten bowl of rice away with a smile. “She doesn’t like garlic.”

“Also, I’m very particular about cleanliness, and I don’t eat things touched by someone else’s chopsticks.” You add, causing your ex-classmate to feel slightly embarrassed.

“They’re just some common home dishes. Do help yourself to them.” Lucien dispels the tension in the air, but you can sense the discomfort of your ex-classmate.

“Try the steamed ribs in black bean sauce I just learnt how to make.”

Lucien brings a rib to your mouth, and you instinctively bite it straight from his chopsticks.

Your old classmate: ...

You seem to have forgotten how you mentioned being particular about cleanliness earlier. The taste and texture of the ribs are just right. “Lulu, your cooking skills have really improved. I want this again tomorrow!”

“Sure.” Lucien gives you an affectionate smile, giving it a try himself. It’s indeed a success.

Your old classmate: ...

He feels really full.

[ KIRO ]

Kiro has never felt so unhappy while having a meal.

He crunches the cartilage of the pork ribs, as though grinding that man’s bones into smithereens. His gaze is fierce.

When Kiro and you snuck out to go shopping, you had bumped into an old classmate, who was at best an acquaintance. Out of politeness, you mentioned that he could come over to your place for a meal sometime. 

But you didn’t expect your ex-classmate to take it literally, saying that since the opportunity has presented itself, he might as well visit today. Left without a choice, you and Kiro could only return home to cook.

“Miss Chips, these are the coffee ribs we made together. You like them~” Kiro emphasises on the word “together”, looking at your ex-classmate smugly “Here~”

“This too. I specially made it for you. Try it.” Little Kiro starts rattling on.

“And this. It’s very nutritious.”

“I specially asked Savin to bring over this fresh beef. See if it tastes good?”

Watching as the food on your plate morphs into a small mountain, you release a resigned sigh. You lift your head, looking at your ex-classmate. “Go ahead and have more.”

Kiro chimes in. “That’s right, eat more. Treat it like it’s your own home. After all, Miss Chips and I don’t really know how to cook. Usually, we’ll just have fun improvising and making some dishes.”

Your old classmate: ...

Is he eating food or eating dog food?

[Note] In Chinese slang, “dog food” (狗粮) refers to public display of affection!

[ SHAW ]

“Shaw, tidy the house. Tonight, an ex-classmate from high school will be eating at our place.”

Hearing the mildly uncertain tone of the little brat over the phone as he asks if your ex-classmate is male or female, you chuckle to yourself, finding him unusually cute.

“Yup, he’s a guy.”

“Got it, got it. You’re so troublesome.” Shaw pouts at the other end of the line, picking up his keys and preparing to head out. 

-

Bringing your old classmate over, the first thing you see at the entrance are couple photos.

They’re all mounted in elaborate frames.

Pursing your lips, you’re about to ask when and where Shaw got them. The further you step into your house, the more photos you see. The ones where you’re both fooling around, getting angry with each other, being happy...

They’re all memories of the both of you.

You fail to notice how your ex-classmates’ face turns darker and darker, and how the look in his eyes becomes gloomier.

Donned in an apron, Shaw brings out the dishes. “Your husband did the cooking today. Surprised?”

Hearing the way Shaw addressed himself, your ex-classmate immediately takes a step backwards. “Sorry, the fuel in my house exploded and I need to put out the fire. We’ll meet again next time!”

You: ???

Shaw: Tch, at least he knows his place.

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A ‘Peaceful’ Family Breakfast

Set in an AU, where both Eva and Sparda live, and Dante and Vergil live (relatively) normal lives....well, they DID... A prequel to THIS piece

Tagging @toschiworlds for coming up with this AU in the first place

It was such an unusual feeling, Eva thought to herself as she set out the pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice on the table.  How long had it been since they had a proper meal together, all four of them, in peace?  Certainly before her sons had turned eighteen...before Dante had gone to work on his new demon hunting business, before Vergil had taken a year to travel before he started university.  And even before then, when did a meal not end up with the two brothers bickering, only to be broken up by a piercing glare from their parents?

But now, this beautiful spring morning, the windows flung open to let in the fresh air, for the first time this year, she felt that today’s Pancake Sunday would go beautifully.  Dante, with the help of his father, had finally gotten on his feet financially, so he was in a good mood.  And Vergil… while he looked the very picture of calm, she could tell he was barely keeping his turmoil together.  Both Sparda and Dante seemed unaware of how well he hid his inner thoughts, but Eva had seen that look before, although not on her sons, and it was painful to watch.

He has had his heart broken.  She knew that intuitively, and yet she didn’t press him for details.  He would tell her eventually, and her alone.  Sparda, despite his countless years among humans, still was clueless about subtle emotional clues.  

And while Dante was a bit more clever, was too preoccupied with his new independence to pick up on his brother’s distress.  God help us if he does though, she thought, that’ll be the fight that not even I could stop.  It was best to let Vergil confide in her, of his own choice, in private.  But not today.  Today, she would enjoy the family pancake breakfast.

“Man, this smells delicious!” Dante had already seated himself down and was helping himself to the top three pancakes from the platter, still steaming.

“You’ve outdone yourself, milady,” her husband kissed her cheek in approval as he placed a few breakfast sausages on her plate, before helping himself.

“Dante!” her youngest froze, his fingers grasping the handle of the glass pitcher.  “Vergil should have the first glass of juice.”  Dante sulked as he sat back down, “after all, he provided the oranges for this, fresh from that island called…?”

“Fortuna” Vergil quickly answered.

“Fortuna….” Sparda murmured… “That’s a name I haven’t heard in a very long time…”

Dante’s interest was piqued, “Hmmm, what’s so special about that place?” “Ah,” his father smiled while reminiscing, “I spent many generations there, a loooong time ago, aiding them against the onslaught of demons that threatened to overwhelm them” his face darkened a bit, “Unfortunately, they started to rely on me a mite too much, to the point of reverence, so I decided to leave, before they went down a path that was too dangerous.  How fares the island?  I do hope that the Cathedral in the city centre still stands, it was beautiful during my stay.”

“It is still there, and yes...very beautiful, the second most beautiful creation on that island,”  Vergil admitted, before realizing that he had revealed something he ought not have.

“Second eh?” Dante was quick to pick up on that, “What’s the first?  A really nice looking pizza parlour?”

Vergil began to turn as red as the strawberries, and Eva knew exactly what he thought was the most beautiful.  Her eldest would never reveal it, and her youngest would never stop asking, leading to yet another disrupted family meal.

Never had she been so relieved that the phone rang from the living room.  

“Dante,” she asked sweetly, “would you be a dear and answer it?”  That might be enough to distract the young man, and she saw Vergil let out a sigh of relief as his brother gave her a casual salute, before sauntering off.  Sparda, of course, didn’t notice a thing, too focused on soaking his pancakes with syrup.

“Let’s just enjoy a pleasant morning, you boys can talk about what you’ve been up to for the past year later, shall we?”  Vergil a bit too eagerly agreed.

Even though his voice was muffled from behind the wall, she could make out snippets of the conversation.

“Sparda residence, Dante here!”  A bit of silence, and then she noticed Vergil stiffen.  No doubt he could hear what was being spoken, with his demonic heritage,  “Wait, you want to talk to him?  Babe, hate to break it to yah, but I’m the better lookin’ twin by far.”  Vergil’s knuckles popped and turned white, but before he could get up, Dante’s dejected voice replied “Oh okay… don’t get your panties in a twist, I’ll grab him.  HEY VERG!  PHONE’S FOR YOU!”

Eva didn’t even mind that Vergil didn’t ask permission to leave the table, and bolted towards the phone.  She couldn’t see it, but she assumed that he yanked the receiver from his brother, before glaring at him to get out, if the way Dante made a hasty retreat back into the dining room was any indication.

Dante looked at her and gave her a clueless shrug, before sitting back down and grabbing yet another couple of pancakes.  Unlike Dante, Vergil kept his voice down, and she couldn’t hear anything he said.

But both Dante and Vergil did.  Because despite how clueless the men could be, their exceptional hearing was unsurpassed.  Both father and son dropped their forks, and stared at each other, as if they were looking at confirmation at what they had just heard.

Eva couldn’t help herself, her curiosity demanded it.  “What is it?”  

Dante looked like he was about to blurt it out, but Sparda cut him off.  “My dear, I believe we should have some tea, would you be able to make some?  I’d do it myself, but I can never get the temperature right, it always comes out tasting bitter and burnt.”

Eva knew when she was being herded out of a conversation, but Sparda did this so rarely, that she trusted his intentions.  So, faking a smile, she headed back to the kitchen, and turned on the stove top kettle.

She could hear both her husband and son in a quiet argument.  She didn’t know what was being spoken about, but she knew it was from something they had overheard.

“Dante...this is not for you to reveal.  This is your brother’s duty.”

“But you know how he is!  He’ll probably pretend it didn’t happen!  Mom HAS to know!”

“And she will, but give Vergil the chance to tell her.  He’s probably as shocked as we are.”

“But VERGIL of all guys?  I expected him to stab himself in the chest before this ever happened…”

“Be patient...your brother is full of surprises, but he will find a way to make it work.”

Eva’s blood went cold.  Had Vergil done something? Was he hurt?  Did someone want to hurt him?  Her motherly instincts screamed at her to check up on her eldest, to make sure that he was alright, to assure him that whatever he was keeping back, she would love him unconditionally.  But then, the kettle whistled, so she distracted herself by pouring into the teapot, the fragrance wafting up providing a temporary sense of calm.  Forcing a smile, she brought the teapot in, and acted as if she hadn’t heard anything.  Both Sparda and Dante focused intently on their pancakes, refusing to look at each other, or at her.  In the living room, she finally heard Vergil’s voice, low, yet trembling. 

“I...I will think of something.  I’ll be there as soon as I am able.  From there, we’ll take it one step at a time.”  A pause. “Take care of yourself…”  and she could have sworn, spoken almost as a whisper, an “I love you.”

She was in the middle of bringing out the sugar pot from the kitchen when Vergil came back, pale and slightly wobbly, as if he had been punched in the head.   The air was still, and there wasn’t even the chirping of spring birds.  Both Sparda and Dante stared at Vergil expectantly.

“Well…” her husband stated, carefully adjusting his monocle, “I believe we all heard what was spoke, save for your mother.  Would you like to fill her in?”

Vergil looked like he wanted to be anywhere other than this room as he stood stock still, his Adam’s apple bobbing rapidly. 

“If you don’t tell her bro, I will…” Dante promised, and got a stabbing glare for his threat.  

Eva waited patiently, not pushing her son.  She knew, more than anyone, that the more you pushed Vergil, the more resistant he became.  But she still stood there expecting anything and everything.

“Mother…” Vergil slowly gave in, “I’m going to be a father…”

The delicate china sugar pot shattered into countless pieces as it hit the floor, the sugar just adding to the mess.  And the noise it made could barely uproar that both father and son made at the revelation.

So much for a quiet meal together...

[extremelyblackandwhite]

innocence - 04

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: age gap, sexual harassment (please don’t read this chapter if it triggers/makes you uncomfortable, your safety comes first)

A/N:  i do realise i’m on a roll posting every day but uni starts early and idk why i keep writing like i’m running out of time😂 hope you enjoy this chapter. much love xx

* additionally, there is a light sexual harassment scene in this chapter and if anyone is uncomfortable or triggered by it i would skip it. your mental health and safety come first. *

NEXT CHAPTER

One day I’ll fly away...

She remembered the very first role she got to play as a lead. She was the standby for Glinda in Wicked. She could still feel her hand shaking as the backstage technicians secured her to the bubble. She could still hear the bubble machine engine rumble as the bubble raised up in the ceiling and for a moment she was above everything - above the audience, above the cast, above the stage itself. It felt like flying, soaring through the gasping of the crowd. She remembered feeling like this was her height, this was her flight but as things went, as she got more roles and as she progressed to the screen as she always wanted, the feeling of flying just seemed to soar, turning her into a creature of air.

Flying for Bucky was something he couldn’t remember, he remembered crashing. Remembered falling from the train waiting for the peaceful slumber of death to come but it never did, remembered the cold snow melting through his jacket reaching his skin. It’s cold. Remembered diving in after Steve, lungs filled with water, heavy suit. It’s cold, it’s quiet. Soaring was only something he could dream of while frozen or when they put him on a cell with a small window. Crashing was more like something he could remember, drowning, pushed to the bottom by his arm, wishing death came to greet him

More powerful than crashing was sound. The theatre was always filled with whistling from men getting a peak at ladies’ legs, women giggling and security trying to keep out children and teens away. You could hear the laughter reverberating from any material, it was electrifying. Her voice however seemed to melt over distorted past sounds, a melancholy while held hands with the old telling it never of its former glory but of what it can be. Bucky knew now why her agency kept her so locked up, all people with a voice eventually fly away. 

     - Don’t just stare at me. - she bite her lip, looking the other way. Did she sound that bad? She thought she sounded just fine in the shower that morning, maybe her bathroom had better acoustics. - Should we go back home? Before it gets dark?

     - Sure. - he got up from his seat, extending his hand towards her so she could jump off the set. She put her hand in his, another hand coming to rest upon his shoulder as her elevated her up into the air before bringing her down onto the worn out floor. 

The walk back to the subway was quiet. People were starting to crowd Coney Island for night time dates. Bucky remembered bringing girls to dates in Coney Island, even remembered bringing Steve along, he just didn’t remember the girls’ names anymore. There were some flashes of what they were wearing but surely those memories were replaced with that of Y/N staring at the ferris wheel as they walked back to the subway.

Once there, her child like wonder of the city that never slept and the city which she now lived in didn’t seem to leave her eyes, sparkling brighter than the billboards in Times Square. The walk back to the apartment was once again quiet, with their footsteps being the only thing echoing in the halls. Soon enough they reached her door, still looking as intact as they left it.

     - Thank you so much for showing me Coney Island. - she handed him the teddy he had won. - Thank you gift. 

     - I won it for you, Y/N. Besides, I think I’m a bit past stuffed animals. 

     - Well, I’ve had my fair share of stuffed animals to last a life time and I insist you keep this one. - she stuffed the teddy between his arms, finding it incredibly adorable how the little toy looked smaller in the middle of his arms than in hers. - Little Coney Island memento. 

     - I should get going. - he changed the subject, gesturing with his hands as he looked at the time on his watch. - It’s been a great day, Y/N.

     - The pleasure’s been all mine, Bucky. - she smiled as she held the edge of the door. She stood by the slightly opened door watching as he turned the corner which led to the lift. Once he was out of sight, Y/N walked into her apartment, closing the door behind her but still holding the knob with a silly smile on her face. 

Bucky reached the headquarters around 11 PM. Despite going the long way home, expecting Steve to be asleep when he returned. Steve had a very mundane routine when it came to sleeping, he could still sleep but he would wait until everyone was asleep for him to go to his bedroom. Bucky didn’t want to have to dance the first day in the job waltz. He knew he cared, he knew Steve wanted him to be alright. There was only one small thing; Steve wanted Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, his Bucky, and he just wasn’t that man anymore. He didn’t like being asked who he was, he doesn’t know who he is.

Opening the door to the living room, he found Captain America himself sat on the big lounge chair, skimming through his list of modern day TV shows and movies. His blue eyes moved from the bright lights of the television to him.

      - How was the first day? - he questioned, regular optimism present in his voice. Steve had remained the same, maybe it was that which made him believe the spectre of the boy Bucky was could be revived. He seemed to forget dead people can’t be revived. 

      - It was good, went to Coney Island.

      - Coney Island? - Steve muted the TV, contorted face expression settling into his youthful features. - I thought you were going to guard her door.

      - She wanted to see Coney Island. Couldn’t let her go alone?

      - Didn’t her personal assistant tell you she couldn’t leave? - he had been noisey, he had looked into Bucky’s contract. He told himself it was just in case, just in case Bucky needed his help. - You don’t want to get in any trouble, specially with agencies. They’re the devil.

      - I’ll take it into consideration. - his skin tightened as he smiled a tight straight line. 

      - Do you wanna stay for a while? I’m watching a series Sam recommended. 

      - I think I’m gonna just go to sleep.

Steve nodded allowing Bucky to return to his bedroom. There wasn’t much in the bedroom, a bed, side table and wardrobe, nothing else. No mirrors and no windows, silence, grey and black bedding, no decoration rather than a postcard his sister had sent him during the war framed in a plastic frame. No glass, Steve wanted nothing around he could harm himself with. It was almost like living in an insane asylum. 

He looked at the little teddy bear in his hands before placing it on the side table, a little smile on his face. A Coney Island memento indeed. 

The morning came rushing like the rain which fell against Y/N’s bedroom glass window. She turned around in her bedding, pushing her knitted quilt up to her nose, the scent of fresh crisp cotton invading her senses. The mood would’ve remained the same comfortable, early morning type had it not been for her comforter being yanked off her without any warning. Through the fogginess of morning sight, she could make out Ms. Olson in her traditional black suit co-ord. She thought it fitting, considering her morning was now ruined.

     - Get up. We have much to do. - she barked like an infuriating dog.

     - But I thought I had the weekend off.- Y/N rubbed the sleep of her eyes, sitting up, quilt covering her body. 

     - You have last mine commitment. Now run along and change into something more ... - he analysed her before gazing her face, tight expression settling in. - Enchanting. 

She left Y/N in the bedroom, clenching her bedding as she looked around the place she’d rather be. Nevertheless, she rose from her bed and walked up to her wardrobe grabbing the first dress she could find and a pair of heels. Her routine during work was different, she normally showered, got her makeup done, dressed and then out of the door. Mechanic, controlled, with Ms. Olson asking her to hurry up. In a split second she returned to the living room, bag held on her shoulder, sunglasses in hand as she prepared to walk out with Miss Olson.

    - You should’ve put some product on your hair. The ends look dry. - Miss Olson commented as they walked outside. She looked around hoping Bucky would be around but it was just her and Miss Olson. 

    - Is Mr. Barnes not coming? 

    - It’s a dress rehearsal. - Y/N froze in her mind. Dress rehearsals were supposed to be better than fittings but after her last experience she really wasn’t in the mood for another experience with the director.

Time seemed to stop, freeze in spot as she stepped inside the car. No noise, no sound, even colour seemed to fade as the car drove faster and faster. She wondered what she could do, open the door, roll over, maybe do it like what she had seen in Lady Bird but the driver always kept the door fully locked and Miss Olson always had her eye on her like Sauron’s Eye.

She looked at her phone in her lap, fingers loomed over Bucky’s name. He was employed by her, maybe she could ask him to come over. Maybe if he was there it would be easier. She sent the message hopeful he would reply, but the text bounced back. Looking at the network, she was lacking all the bars on her phone. Sighing, she leaned against the car seat, looking off the window, dark clouds on the blue sky mocking her. 

As the car came to a halt on the same building as before, she almost had to be pulled out the car by Miss Olson. Once inside, Y/N could see him, she could smell his patchouli fragrance as he wrapped his arm around her. She stood once again in front of the camera lights, muffled cries in her head as she was squeezed into a corset and a then a body con dress. Her eyes were blinded by the lights, behind those lights Miss Olson and Mister Powell gazing at her. Her hand slide down her collarbones to her lap, feeling the fabric as the cameras kept flashing, locking her in a case of lights. 

Once the lights dimmed, she could see them looking down at her, almost five feet tall, mumbling she couldn’t hear as one of the costume designers helped her out.

     - Costumes are looking fantastic. - the director walked up to her, hand wrapping itself around her waist, raising up to lay just below her breast. - Maybe you should try and cut some weight. You would look a bit better.

     - We’ve already started a diet plan. - Miss Olson added. - Not to worry, Mr. Powell. Y/N is fully invested in this movie.

She remained caged in the conversation, being moved by someone back onto the car and dropped at home. She looked around her hallway, wondering if it had always been this cold. As she opened the door to her home, she noticed the jar of flowers the director had sent her on her kitchen balcony. White carnations in a crystal clear jar. She stormed to the kitchen, ripping the tag of the carnations. To my perfect leading lady. The handwriting wasn’t his, probably his assistant. 

When had it all gone so wrong? Why did it felt wrong? Why did the flight felt like a burning crash? When did it all get so screwed up? 

She wrapped her hands around the glass jar, hands trembling, the sound of her ring hitting against the glass being the only thing she heard before a shattering sound filled her mind. It was fast, too fast but she threw the jar against the wall, watching as the glass shattered into a thousand pieces, falling into the ground like small diamonds. She thought it would make her feel better but instead she feel to the ground, trying to gather the pieces together as guilt embraced her. 

    - Y/N?

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[arilie]

GOD OF WAR

Ares!Eren X GreekPrincess!Reader

Rating: NSFW

Summary: A war waged on a small island that guarded a prize wanted by all of Greece. After years of bloodshed and battles, an unknown warrior graces the battlefield. He swiftly disposes of the armies and makes it to the gates of the castle that held the golden trophy. You stared into his eyes and realized who he was, and that he had come to claim you.

A/N: This was started at like two in the morning and I stayed up wayyyy too late writing it. Shoutout to Izzy for the prompt, this will definitely be a multiple part series because I have so many ideas. Enjoy!

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Helen was known to be the most beautiful woman in all of Greece. Thousands of men and mighty kings fought in Troy for a decade in her name. Even the great hero Achilles was seen on the battlefield, roaring in the name of great Helen. You wondered if she was truly that beautiful, and if her hand in marriage was worth so much bloodshed. As you looked out the window of your bedroom and onto the fortified walls of the castle, you also wondered if this is what she saw. Massive walls caging the castle in a protective circle. A sea of men armed to their necks in weapons stood before the walls. Beyond them were fields that were once a vibrant green. After years of war, the plains were now brown from all the blood they’ve soaked. It wasn’t unusual for you to sit beside your window and stare at the clouds of smoke and listen to the distant sounds of the battles. You have debated if this was all worth the deaths and massacres you’re sure have occurred on your land.

Five years later, the effort to overthrow your father and his reign was still raging on. Your people had options of course: side with the traitors or remain under the rule of the royal family. Those still loyal were the ones serving in your military. But after years of grueling battles your numbers were starting to fall. Your military fought against those part of the coup, and those from other kingdoms. The other nations of Greece were patient and their patience was rewarded with the uprising that suddenly occurred. They took the opportunity to try and take the island themselves. Many of them focused their efforts on the sea, fighting off other nations who wanted to join the war. Those who made it on land either joined the coup or fought against them. The island and its treasures were the spoils of war, but the biggest prize gazed out of a palace window deep on the island.

-

Winter was finally coming to an end, and you saw Demeter’s happiness in the way your plants were flourishing. They were the only things you could really have since the war started. Everything else went towards the war effort and trying to keep the army afloat. You stroked the petal of the flowers perched on your window. Persephone finally returned home from the underworld, and your flowers shared her mother’s joy. The air still had a chill from the remaining fragments of winter. You pulled on the silk that rested on your shoulders. The morning was still frigid and you wanted nothing more than to bury under the warm covers on your bed. Before you could act on your temptations, a knock was heard from your door.

“Y/n? Are you awake yet?”

“Yes I am awake. Please come in.” You replied.

A maid dressed in a simple dress entered your bedroom. In her hands she held a shining dress that had beautiful lace adorning it. You frowned at the item in her hands and stood from your spot near the window. The maid had placed the offending dress on a chair while she fussed over your bed. Watching her tidy the bed made you sigh in regret about not having dove under the covers. You picked up the dress and tried to keep the frown from deepening on your face. You knew this was expensive, you grew up with lavishness and riches many dreamed of. You were a woman after all, who didn’t like a new sparkling dress? But you knew your people—those left—needed it more than you did.

“Did this recently come in?” You asked.

The young maid jumped slightly at being addressed. “Yes my lady, the seamstress that has always made your clothes dropped it off this morning. She left some other items as well, but I thought you might want to wear that today.”

You hummed as an answer and placed the dress back on the chair. The soft patter of your feet was heard as you crossed your bedroom to the wardrobe that contained your clothes. You opened it, picked out an equally expensive dress and held it up.

“I’ve worn this dress maybe once, and I have hundreds more that haven’t even been touched. I don’t think I need new ones. I’ll take what I absolutely need from the seamstress. I want you to sell the rest and distribute it evenly among the workers in the palace.”

The poor girl flushed deep red. You didn’t know if it was at the generosity you just displayed, or the fact that she somehow displeased you.

“Please don’t think you have offended me. I appreciate the thought and tell the seamstress I loved it. What happens to my clothes stays between us, you understand?” You said.

The pink-cheeked girl nodded her head up and down furiously. You smiled at her and gestured for her to help you get dressed. She scurried behind you and helped you remove your nightgown. The linen on the dress you took out was soft against your skin. You thanked the girl for helping you and you finished tying off the dress.

“What’s your name?” You asked.

“My name is Clio, your highness.” The maid answered.

“From now on you’ll be the only one who is allowed to dress me. I look forward to getting to know you, Clio.” You smiled at the younger girl. She stammered before thanking you profusely. You reached out and stroked her hair lovingly.

“Please go and do what I said for my clothes. Once it’s done come by and let me know.” You said.

Clio curtsied before she grabbed the glittering dress from the chair and rushed out of the room. You glanced down at the one you put on and realized it really was one you barely wore. The war made you realize how much you had, and how little others did. You straightened your shoulders and shook the thoughts out of your head. Every morning you and your parents met to discuss any changes in the war. It was usually the same thing every dawn, this army retreated while the other was victorious. You saw no end to it all.

The palace walls were still warming up after the cold night that passed. You were grateful for the warm dress you picked out earlier that morning. Each servant that passed by greeted you and you responded with a soft “good morning” to each one. You were known to be kind and elegant. Your mother taught you well on the principles of how to be a princess. Even though it was rumored you were among the most beautiful princesses in Greece, you were sure you were the most boring. You kept to yourself and focused your energy on your people and your kingdom. You didn’t know how to entertain, let alone keep the attention of a man. If it wasn’t for the war, you’re sure you’d be stumbling from one match up to the next.

The throne room was grand and fitted for the rulers of the kingdom. Your father and mother’s thrones were the same in height, displaying the natural balance they shared in power. You were raised to believe that no man was allowed to keep you as a pretty ornate on his arm. You were born to rule, and that’s what you would do. The chair beside your father’s was yours. It was smaller, but no less striking and imposing. It was in this room you all listened to the pleas and demands of your people. The room has been empty of any subjects since the war began. You walked through the room and took a turn into another, more private room. This was where you and your parents met every morning.

“Good morning my darling y/n, how was your sleep?” Your father stood from the chair he was occupying. You smiled warmly at him and walked into his embrace.

“It was fine, father. Although I can see that yours wasn’t as peaceful.” You remarked. The bags under his eyes seemed more pronounced, and his hair continued to gray at lightning speed.

“War does that to a person I’m afraid. You’re old enough to understand.” The king said.

You gave him a look before your mother came in with a swirl of fragrance and poise. She captured everyone in the room in the grace she held herself in. You were in awe of her when you were little, and you hoped you could have a husband who looked at you like your father did your mother.

“Good morning mother. I was just telling father that he needs to prioritize his rest. He looks like he’s already preparing for Thanatos to come pay a visit.” You teased. Your father still had his arms around you and pinched your hip in retaliation. You squealed and jumped away.

“Yes he certainly does look that way doesn’t he? One could say he’s already in Hades’ domain.” Your mother replied. You heard your father huff in mock anger before the queen kissed his cheek in apology.

“Now that we have concluded the discussion on my withering, I have some news for the both of you.” Your father said. His face suddenly turned serious and the prospect of something finally changing in the war made you sit down in the chair beside his.

“Plague has struck all of the armies except ours. Even those participating in the coup against us have fallen gravely ill. I got this report this morning. I have yet to talk to a priest, but I am not sure if this is the work of a god yet.”

You blinked up at him while you tried to process his words. A plague had struck. Your army was spared but for how long? You picked at the skin beside your nails, a habit your mother has tried to break all your life. The woman in question looked horrified for a second before she composed herself. She was calm and collected whereas my father was brash.

“That’s not all; a warrior has risen among the armies. It seems that he fights alone. I’ve gotten reports that he plows through every brigade and unit mercilessly. He’s getting closer and closer to the castle each day.” Your father said grimly.

This news made your breath hitch. If the so-called warrior made it to the walls—no, if he made it passed them—he’d ask for a reward. You turned to look at your father and saw he was already looking at you.

“If he makes it here, he’ll ask for me as a prize, won’t he?” You asked.

Your father sighed and rubbed at his eyes. Such casualness was only reserved for you and his wife. In front of others he must always convey an act of indifference; not letting his emotions show. You knew giving your hand in marriage was something that had to be included in a peace offering. He wished he could keep you safe in the palace forever, but the bloody war had to come to an end.

“Father, it is alright if he does ask for my hand. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make this war end. I want peace as desperately as you do. Our people have suffered too much.” You clasped his hand away from his face and into yours.

Your mother remained quiet, but you expected nothing less. She was more distant with you, having grown up in a different nation with different rules. She didn’t approve of your independence, but you knew she’d agree with you. The king seemed to age in his seat more as he debated your statement. You couldn’t stand to see him in this state any longer.

Before you could answer, your mother intervened, “It is decided then. If he does make it to the castle and gets past the walls, we will give him what he asks for. If that prize is y/n, we can use it to convince the other kingdoms to sign a treaty. The biggest prize would have been claimed and the war doesn’t need to continue.”

You digested your mother’s words and let go of your fathers hand so he wouldn’t feel the tremble in your fingers. You hoped the warrior slashing through all those men would be kind to you. You felt like a child again, hoping that fate would give you mercy for once.

-

The next morning, you were abruptly woken to the shouts of the guards outside your window. You stirred in your sleep, not paying much mind to the ruckus of men. Then you realized, those men were the ones guarding the walls. You jolted upright in your bed and swung the covers off of your body. The chill of the morning air bit at your exposed arms and legs. Clinging to the side of the window, you watched as the men outside all fought against a single enemy. At first, you were confused as to why it took so many of them. You didn’t see infantries and captains on horses. Then a single chill ran down your spine as you realized: the warrior.

You quickly opened your wardrobe and pulled out the first dress you could find. You hastily undressed yourself and put the dress on. If he made it past the walls, you needed to be present. It was just yesterday you were discussing this. Had he been that close already? Who was this man?

Having the dress securely on, you almost sprinted out the door of your bedroom. You hurried to the throne room where no doubt your parents were also arriving at. When you entered, you saw your mother sitting on her throne with her king pacing before her. You walked quickly to them and stood before their thrones gasping for breath. You made eye contact with your mother and for the first time in your life you saw nervousness. Your mother’s blatant show of emotions did nothing to stop the galloping of your heart.

The doors of the throne room were slammed open and you all turned towards the intruder. Standing before you was a man well over six feet. His hips had a white cloth around them that hung loose. His torso was bare and exposed, a clear sign of strength. No wounds were littering the ripples of muscle that shifted as he walked towards you. What armor he did have clanged as he walked; the bronze pieces were placed on his shoulders and around his calves. Dark brown sandals adorned his feet, and he held a mighty spear with one hand and a shield in the other. The shield had two wings adorned on it, a symbol that seemed almost familiar. Once he got close enough, he removed his helmet to reveal his handsome face. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were a forest green. His jaw was sharp and was clenched shut. His hair was past his shoulders and the brown accentuated his beautiful eyes.

You backed up against your father, and he came to stand before you. No words were spoken in the first few seconds, the shock of it all weighing on your shoulders. The warrior then inclined his head in a greeting. His lack of bow indicated he was someone important, of higher or equal standard to your father.

“Greetings. I have fought against many men and many armies to make it to this fortress. I heard a tale that a beautiful maiden was hidden away here. I have come to claim her as my prize.” The warrior said.

Your father didn’t react at first and you saw his fists clenched by his sides. Your mother soon came too and took his hand, instantly relaxing him.

“May we ask first who you are? It has been many years since this war began, and not one army has made it halfway to this castle. Yet here you stand, alone.” Your mother’s tone was curious.

“This war has been going on long enough, with no end in sight. As you said, no one has gotten remotely close to this castle. I thought it was about time I stepped in and put an end to things.” The warrior smiled and the wings on his shield glowed. I gasped as I finally remembered, the wings were the symbol of the gods. A man who obliterated armies and made it here alone was no man at all.

I stepped forward and passed my parents. The warrior—god, looked into my eyes and a warmth spread throughout my entire body. None of us spoke again, we stared into each other’s eyes as if looking for the answers to our own questions. I went through all the names of the gods and who would have any remote interest in a human war.

“I am Ares, god of war and brother to Zeus, king of the gods. I quite enjoyed the prayers and offerings this war brought to me in the beginning. But I believe this war has lasted too long now.” Ares said.

You felt a hand wrap around your arm before you were dragged back and into the chest of your father. You trembled in his grasp, not quite believing what you were hearing. The god of war has come to claim the prize all of Greece was fighting for. Not just any minor god either, an Olympian.

“Ares, god of war, you are welcomed into my home and in my kingdom. We will do our best to ensure your comfort and pleasure while you are here. But if I may be so bold, is my daughter really the only prize you want?” The king asked. You glanced at the glowing god before you and his eyes held a humor to them.

“Yes, I’d like your daughter’s hand in marriage. My siblings have claimed mortals as their spouses and I have yet to. Of course, if my wish is granted I will also stop the war.”

You froze at the last sentence. If you accepted his request, you could end the war for once and for all. You wove out of your father’s protective arms and turned towards the god of war. You took a deep breath in, looked at him in the eyes and curtsied as low as you could.

“I accept your request, my lord. So long as you end the suffering that my people have endured all these years, I will be your wife.” You said shakily.

Ares grinned as he lifted his hand towards you. You took his offered palm and he lifted you off the ground with ease. “Starting now, you will be my equal. You bow down to no one, not even to me.”

You widen your eyes in surprise before you nod your head. You turn back to your parents and a look of bewilderment overtook their features. Ares pulled on your hand some more until you were pressed against his side. His body radiates warmth and power. His smell was that of the hearth and firewood. It was intoxicating.

“Please announce the news that y/n is engaged. I will see to it that this war can finally end on peaceful terms.” Ares declared. Your parents looked at each other before they looked at you. You were still in shock of the events happening, but you gave them a reassuring nod. It was the start of something unforgettable.

-

Ares had kept his word and made sure the war ended. He revealed himself to the armies of Greece and declared your kingdom under his protection. Soon the armies dispersed and left your land barren for the first time in five years. The princess y/n was finally claimed, and Ares was the one who got her hand in marriage.

You spent most of your time enjoying the freedom you had once again. You were able to take strolls out in the gardens and pick more flowers for your bedroom. Ares had been occupied with the ending of the war, but he made sure to visit when he had the chance. He was witty, sarcastic, and everything a god should be. He was radiant and you quickly grew infatuated with him. He joined you on your strolls to the garden and helped you pick flowers. It had been months now since he first arrived at your castle, declaring that he would marry you. The wedding preparations were going as fast as they could after the end of a war.

You picked up a lily that you found and smelled it. The aroma made you sigh in delight. Arms suddenly encircled your waist and a strong chest pressed against your back. You kept the flower close to your face as you were turned to face the perpetrator. Ares glanced down at you and noticed the petals hiding the blush on your cheeks. He chuckled to himself and slowly moved the flower away from your face. He traced your features with his fingers and the gesture had your knees weak.

“We are intended to be married, yet you still blush in my presence.” He said.

“You are a god and I am a mere mortal. I still do not understand why you chose me as your prize.” You confessed.

He grew suddenly serious and you were afraid you had said something offensive. You opened your mouth to apologize when he leaned down to kiss you. His lips were as warm as the rest of him, and their softness made you melt against him. He grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him so his burning chest was against yours. You realized that he was always warm as if he was aflame. Your hands twitched before they reached for his shoulders. He sighed against your lips as they moved with practice and ease. His silky hair brushed against your fingers as you held onto his shoulders for support.

When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against yours and cupped your cheek. His thumb stroked against the blush still present on your skin. You blinked up at him, still in awe of the kiss he placed on your lips.

“I’ve heard about you for some time now. I knew of your beauty first and was intrigued. Then I watched over you and saw how truly cared for your people. You’d put their happiness over yours in a heartbeat. I admire that, you’d make a fine queen.” He said softly.

You let out a breath and used your grip on his shoulders to drag his addicting lips back to yours. You felt bold as you stood on the tips of your toes and crashed your lips against his. His shock only lasted a second before he cupped your face with both hands. The kiss was more intense than the first, a clear longing present in his tongue as it brushed against your lip. Electricity shot down to your toes as you granted him passage, and you didn’t know if kissing you was enjoyable due to your inexperience. His tongue prodded at yours and coaxed it into a dance that had your legs shaking.

Finally breaking apart, you looked into his deep green eyes once again. His mouth was pulled into a mischievous smirk, and you gave him a small smile in return. If he was to be your husband, you figured you could enjoy the pleasantries that came with your marriage.

“You make me feel like a mortal barely plunging into maturity. I can barely control myself around you.” Ares whispered.

“I am to be your wife, please don’t hold back.” You replied. Your eyes were sultry and he quickly grabbed your arm before pulling you back into the castle. Your chest was full of fluttering monarchs at the prospect of him finally letting go and indulging himself in you.

Servants and soldiers watched you with silent eyes as the god of war dragged you to your chambers. Your blush was evident, and you thanked his siblings for watching over you and placing your parents in another part of the castle.

The door to your bedroom was pushed open and once it closed Ares pushed your back against it. You huffed at the slight force and impact before your lips were once again trapped against his. He snaked his knee between your knees and pressed it against you. You gasped at the feeling and decided to be bold again as you grind down against his thigh. He groaned against your mouth before departing from it. He placed kisses along your jaw and sucked on the space just beneath it. He continued to place searing kisses on your neck as he used his leg to further drive you up the door.

“I won’t take you here, not until you have the security of our marriage as comfort. But there are other things we can do.” Ares mumbled into your neck. He pulled back to look at you, flustered and with lust swirling in your eyes. He suddenly reached under your thighs and lifted you up. Your legs wrapped around his lithe waist and he carried you towards your bed.

He gently placed you on the soft cushion and began to slowly untie your linen dress. You stroked his arms and admired the muscle that rippled under the skin like strong waves in a storm. Once your dress was untied, he pulled it up and you took the indication to sit up. He took the dress up and over your head as you lifted your arms. The dress fluttered onto the floor beside your bed as you laid back down. You were told all your life that your beauty could rival Helen’s, but you didn’t believe it until the god in front of you stared at you like you placed the cosmos in the sky.

He leaned down and began to place kisses down your chest until he reached your chest. He whispered praise against your skin as he took one into his mouth and held the other. You took in a sharp breath and let out a low whine as he worked you into oblivion. His tongue was running over your nipple and you squirmed beneath his strong body as he massaged the other. He finally relented and switched breasts until he had you moaning. He smirked up at you as you gasped in the air you desperately needed.

“I’ve barely just begun and you’re already so responsive. I can’t wait for our waiting night.” The god quipped. He trailed his lips lower until it got to the undergarments that covered you. He pulled them down from your hips and his eyes sparkled at how wet you were already. He placed kisses against your inner thighs as he pulled the piece of fabric off of your legs. Then he breathed against you until he placed his mouth on your clit. You threw your head back and cried out. You’ve touched yourself and are aware of what you like and don’t. But all of your preferences were forgotten as he ate you out like a starved man. He moaned against you as your hands reached down to pull on his hair. He licked and sucked on your clit until you were writhing in pleasure, but it wasn’t enough.

“Ares, please…” you whined.

“Use your words, darling. What do you need?” He said.

Your chest heaved as he continued to suck your clothes making you take longer to respond. “Need your fingers inside. Wanna feel them inside please.”

Evergreen eyes looked up at you, and the sight of the god of war between your thighs had you losing your breath. His hand resting on one of your legs came up to your entrance. He erotically licked his lips and slowly eased them into you. Your head was thrown back as you moaned into your pillow. He began to pump his long fingers until his hand was in up to his knuckle. He began to make a motion upwards that had the tips of his fingers press against a spot within you that made you yelp. He grinned up at you as he began to twist and push against the same spot. There was a pressure in your abdomen as he continued to pleasure you. Then his mouth was on you again and you were crying out his name.

“Ares! Yes, right there! Please, please make me cum. I want to cum, let me cum please.” You cried. Your pleading words increased his efforts and you moaned loudly. His hair was still gripped between your fingers and his unoccupied hand was digging bruises into your hip. You felt scorching hot pleasure shoot from your core to the rest of your body.

“Cum for me, y/n. Show me how good I make you feel.” Ares growled beneath you.

One final push and suck had you opening your mouth in a silent scream. The pressure in you finally released making you feel white hot pleasure. Your legs shook as Ares continued his ministrations, prolonging your orgasm into the realm of overstimulation. You whimpered once you came down from your high, pulling against his hair to indicate you were done. He looked up at you and he licked his lips as if the very ambrosia that gave him sustenance was placed within you. He licked his fingers in the same manner, and you felt your body heat up again at the display. He crawled up your body and captured your lips in a searing kiss. You tasted your essence and didn’t mind as his tongue pushed against yours.

He pulled away and laid beside you as he took you into his arms. “That was just a glimpse into the pleasure I can bring to you. When we are married, I’ll lay my claim on you in the most passionate way.”

You smiled up at him and placed your hands on his chest. This was barely the beginning of your life with him, and you couldn’t deny the want and need the thrummed within you. An Olympian, the very god of war chose you as his. You were ready to see what else that entailed.