#this chapter is mainly set up for what is going to come after

[sadboyeddie]

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

Thank you to @sunfloress for the idea! This is so cute!

Summary: Miles craves some familiarity of his childhood so he decides to make the pies for the display case himself.

I'm thinking about adding another part to this, maybe make it one or two chapters long with Reader and smut. let me know what you think.

Warnings: Not proofread, a bit sad but otherwise no warnings.

A/N: Okay so I have the feeling that Miles is either really good or really bad at making pie so here we go.

WC: 900 words

Miles lets out an exhausted huff as he places the last sack of flour in the pantry, with customers becoming so scarce the deliveries don't come as often but when they do there's always plenty of stock.

In the off season the El Royale is pretty much abandoned, the occasional high profile politician comes in with a dolled up lady and an extra $20 bill slipped across the desk but other then that it's just him alone with his thoughts.

He hates that.

He hates who he is, who he has become. He hates how enticing the needle looks sitting on his makeshift nightstand, the control the substance has over his life.

He mourns for who he used to be.

So today instead of half heartedly dusting and listening to the same tunes on the jukebox he decides to do something old, something familiar.

He decides he's going to make the pies.

Usually he orders them from the grocery store, finding cooking to be entirely too much but he remembers how he felt baking with his Grandma, the shared laughter and the sneaking a taste before placing the pie in the oven.

He yearns for that. He misses his Grandma.

He goes to grab some of the old recipe books the previous chefs left behind when they were laid off but decides against it, it's been a while but surely he can remember how to make something as simple as pie.

He makes a list of the desserts he's going to make: apple; a classic, strawberry; his Grandmas favourite and cherry; his favourite.

He spends the next twenty minutes gathering the ingredients, placing them haphazardly on the metal bench before grabbing out pans and mixing bowls.

He sets about making the pastry, the faint sounds of the jukebox filling in the empty space as he mixes and rolls, making a huge mess in the process, (how did he end up with flour in his hair?) before setting them aside and preheating the oven.

He washes and peels the different fruits, cutting, slicing and removing the pits. He's no professional and the rough looking pieces of fruit prove that but he's more then satisfied when he places them into their individual mixing bowls.

He can't remember the precise measurements of the cinnamon, sugar, lemon or any other extra spices but he's sure that won't matter in the long run.

He hopes. But if he does mess up it'll probably only be him eating them anyway.

He stirs around the filling and lets it sit for a while as he cleans up some of the kitchen, mainly just putting things in the large basin to soak until he can be bothered to finish the job.

Oh how he misses there being more staff at the hotel.

He brushes away the excess flour on the bench and slides the pastry and filling to where he needs them, taking a large serving spoon he starts to scoop the ingredients into the pie base.

In theory this should be a relatively clean part of the job, but sticky globs of fruit chunks litter the bench, the juice getting everywhere and he's suddenly reminded why he prefers to buy the desserts pre-made.

After filling the bases he lets out a soft disgruntled sound, taking in all the left over fruit still left in the bowls. Maybe he should have read the recipes.

After making a basic lattice design for the top of the pies, placing a piece of each fruit on top of the lid to signify which is which he makes the quick decision to make one more crust.

It's only a quick job because his motivation and energy are dwindling and he can feel the itch under his skin to get back to his room but he made a small commitment and he want's to be able to do just this one thing.

He makes quick work of scooping the left over filling into the last pie base, surely apple, strawberry and cherry won't taste too bad mixed together. It'll probably be the best of the four.

Instead of doing another lattice design for the lid he just rolls some pastry flat and lays it over the top before using a fork to poke a few holes on top.

That'll do.

Making sure the oven is the right temperature he takes a second to poke around the first pie, making sure to get some filling on his finger before popping it between his lips.

He lets out a soft content sound as the juice from the cherries mingle with his taste buds and he's suddenly feeling like a little kid again. Surrounded by the warmth of the oven and his Grandma combined, as he closes his eyes he swears he can still hear her playfully scolding him right before she sneaks her own taste.

The memory quickly fades as he opens his eyes, clearing his throat to distract from the burning from inside his chest and behind his eyes.

He really misses his Grandma.

He makes quick work of placing all four pies inside the oven and shuts the door with perhaps too much force as he hears the metal racks vibrate slightly.

He leans back against a metal bench and rolls the tight muscles in his shoulder once, twice, three times before building up the motivation to put the dirty dishes in the basin with the rest.

He sets the timer on the oven and sits on a bench as he waits for the pies to bake, a small smile graces his lips as the pleasant nostalgic aroma starts to fill the kitchen.

Not a bad afternoon.

Unfortunately his peace doesn't last long as the sound of the front desk bell rings out followed by a voice. He startles from his position, knocking off a mixing bowl as he jumps down and tries to make himself presentable.

He allows himself to take a deep breath before rushing out to the lobby.

How'd I do? Should I continue?

[sabraeal]

The Strong Pack Thrives, Part 1

[Read on AO3]

Sequel to The Lone Wolf Survives

Hardly two steps into the breakfast room and the scent assaults her: pork sausage with fennel and garlic, some root vegetable-- potato perhaps-- fried crisp and spritzed with lemon, charred tomatoes with spring onions, a milky sauce of indeterminate spice but what is there is certainly a lot. There’s more besides; an entire basket full of muffins calls to her, as well as small danishes laid out on a tray and topped with generous helpings of jam and custard. But none of those pastries cling to her nose, overwhelming her with choice. Eisetsu’s table had never been sparse, but this morning--

Well, no one would ever guess that they had all spent almost an hour trying to scrub char and pitch and dirt from their skin last night, or that what remained of her clothes had been resigned to the furnace, not the laundry. Thank goodness they’d thought to change before riding out after Ryuu; Eisetsu was no alpha to begrudge her a ruined gift, especially if the ruination was in his service, but still-- she would have spent all breakfast, wondering if she should bare her neck.

“Good morning, Shirayuki,” he calls out, his usual sunny smile sedate. It’s habit to ask if there’s something the matter-- or, more pressing, if there’s anything she can do about it-- but she remembers the woman locked in the suite upstairs, still wrangling with the after effects of Touka Bergatt’s long-term attentions, and bites it back. Obi hadn’t had time to delve into the details of just what happened at the masque, but it didn’t take much to gather that it hadn’t been the joyous reunion Eisetsu had hoped.

“Ah, yes.” She bustles over to breakfast, attempting to be chipper enough for the both of them. “Good morn--”

“Shirayuki!” The chair legs screech across the parquet before Zen catches himself, half risen from his seat. “Ah, I mean. Mistress Shirayuki. It’s pleasure to see you.”

A lord does not rise for a commoners. An alpha does not rise for a beta. And a prince, well...there is a reason why Zen coughs, awkward, before shuffling his chair beneath him. Eisetsu, for his part, only tilts his head, sending a curious glance her way.

“Good morning, Your Highness,” she replies with as formal a bow as she can make with a plate in her hands. “Lady Kiki. Sir Mitsuhide. It’s an honor to dine with you this morning.”

A raised eyebrow from Rugilia’s lord warns her that she has perhaps laid it all on too thick. Obi is a knight of the Royal Circle, an aide to the prince of Clarines; as high as the rest of them ranked, both by blood and inclination, they were his close colleagues. And if she were his, er...

I think I mentioned-- even now she fells the rumble at her back, the hot breath washing over her ear --that alphas like to take care of their mates, Miss.

...Ah, whatever she might be, she would know them. Not well, but enough that she wouldn’t need to bow and scrape. Ugh, this one little lie had seemed so simple when it was just between her and Obi, but now with Zen here, and Kiki, and Mitsuhide-- it’s unwieldy. Every action must be calculated, joy rationed in every smile, and--

And she’s saved from much more of it by a shuffle in the hall. Or several shuffles, perhaps even a scuffle, each one far more awkward than her own, until somehow all the jostling ejects both offenders through the door.

“Lord Tsuruba!” Eisetsu calls out, a hair too loud for the room. “And, er...Lord Tariga...? What a pleasure for you two to join us.”

Side by side, the differences between them are stark; not simply because of Tariga’s braid and Tsuruba’s scar, but because of the way they hold their faces. Similar features mold to distinct persons now that she can see that Tsuruba wields a bland politeness like a shield, making each twitch of his nose or lift of his lips a full expression in itself; or that Tariga’s brows naturally settle at a quizzical angle, like a constant question caught is between his teeth, ready to fall with every breath.

And yet, despite their expression, their scent shifts to a similar shade of skeptical, dubious that their presence at this table could be anything but tolerated, that their duty to attend might be anything but a burden to those already seated.

Ah. Shirayuki rubs at her nose. Strange. She’s not use to so much from a simple sniff. Perhaps she’s simply overstimulated; Eisetsu’s spread is far more pungent this morning, most likely to impress the alphas in the royal party-- or at least, who he assumes are alphas. Still, it pales to the banquets at the palace; there may be a glut of scents, a veritable feast for the nose, but it lacks the complexity of what the castle kitchens put out.

Or maybe, a traitorous part of her whispers in her ear, it has something to do with last night.

It’s-- it’s impossible. It’s not as if she hadn’t-- if she had never--

Well, a beta may not fly into heat or fall into a rut, but Shirayuki had certainly put a hand between her legs before. A few times, even, when the nights ran late and her mind still paced the lab’s floors, composing notes that wouldn’t make it to the page until morning. Something to...to ease the way to sleep. To shut off.

Ah, but in that carriage, shutting off had been the furthest thing from her mind. His hands had skimmed up her thighs, and she had wanted to-- to--

Do something. She hardly knew what, but seeing Obi there across from her after, unfinished and undone--

Her hands had itched, her lips stung. We can do more later, he had rumbled, too low, and--

Clink.

“Shirayuki!” Eisetsu springs to his feet, blinking owlishly at where she stands. “Are you quite all right.”

She glances down, and, ah...the plate rests in one palm, and in another, a piece of it, broken in the shape of her grip. “Oh, goodness! I’m, ah...”

When she dressed this morning, grimacing at the marks she could only hope a high collar would cover, the choice had not felt convenient let alone fortunate. But now, with heat flaring over her chest, threatening to spill up the column of her neck, she feels...armored, if not precisely comfortable. Protected, from scrutiny, at least.

“Please, don’t worry yourself.” With a wave of his hand, a footman appears to take it from her, scurrying it away into the kitchens. “I’m sure it was just...badly thrown. Flawed before it even came to the table!”

“Right.” Considering the expense for gilded dishware she would hope not, but there’s hardly a better explanation. “I just...is Obi coming down to breakfast?”

Zen blinks at her. “I was about to ask you the same thing.”

“My thought exactly, Your Highness.” Eisetsu’s mouth curves impishly as he tucks in behind his meal. “You are the one with the best opportunity to inquire as to his, mm, morning plans, aren’t you?”

As if the insinuation wasn’t enough, Eisetsu glances around the table, expectant. He’s anticipates their knowing looks, that the royal party will gleefully seize the opportunity to tease Lilias’s most famous lovebirds--

But it is only met with a quizzical silence. Zen’s narrowed gaze darts between them before he ventures, “What's that supposed to mean?”

“If you’re looking for Obi,” comes a soft voice from the hall, “I think I might be able to provide some assistance.”

They’d arrived here last night, all squeezed in on one carriage bench, pressed shoulder-to-shoulder like sardines in can-- him, Miss, and their little pup. No reason for it either; Master had hopped in with Eisetsu without a whisper of warning, Miss Kiki and Sir keeping pace on either of side of them in case of trouble. So they might have taken up the whole cab, letting Obi stretch out his cramped legs and letting the air carry away Miss’s troublesome scent. It’s just--

It felt right. Charred and dirt-stained and foul-smelling as they were, the moment he’d thrown himself to the cushions and Ryuu had followed, burying his nose in the rent beneath his shoulder, Obi felt...

Home. It was home. And Miss piling in on the other side, the sweet scent of her still there, strong beneath the smoke and soil--

His cock twitches, the mattress rising to cradle it, to give it far more attention than its due. He shifts, just enough that his groan is lost in the labyrinth of the pillow’s down, but it doesn’t help, doesn’t do anything but make him wish her soft skin was beneath his neck. Reminds him that he could sink his cock as deep as his teeth into something warm, into something that sighed at Miss’s pitch--

“Obi?”

It’s an effort to lift his head, to even turn enough so that he can see who shuffles at his bedside. His senses are addled by her scent, searching for it, yearning, but-- but the one in his room isn’t hers. Isn’t one he knows, not at first, not until his eyes finally focus and he’s met with blue in a moon-pale face, dark hair no longer long enough to tumble over his forehead. No, it’s cut to look just like his. In the market, a woman asked whether they were brothers, and he--

He needs to focus. “Ryuu...” Haah, his mouth is parched. “What...what are you doing here?”

Big eyes blink at him in a face he can’t quite reconcile to the shaggy mop of a kid he caught under Miss’s desk all those years ago. The one who hadn’t climbed a tree or caught fireflies or had a growth spurt that made his legs ache. The one who used to smell like the stockroom, herby and indistinct, like he caught a whiff of it through an open door, and now--

Now there’s a musk to it, a hint of something deeper. He’s changing; no, Ryuu’s growing up, and Obi’s not sure into who. Someone better than him, that’s for sure. “Breakfast.”

The smell might be different, less herbal tea and more...forest floor, but it’s soothing. Like a cool compress to a fever, the first stirrings of his rut eases. “Where at?”

If it’s one of those informal grab-and-go businesses, he might be able to make it. Just throw his loosest tunic over this whole situation and stuff his pockets full of food. In and out and no one the wiser. “The usual room.”

Which means the informal dining room. Same as the formal one, but no dressing up required. Grabbing encouraged, but not the going. “Right.”

Intimate, is what Eisetsu liked to call his breakfasts. Table right up close to the spread so everyone can comment on what is and isn’t going on a plate. Best seats in the house to witness his ever-growing situation while he got his bacon and eggs.

Damn. He’d really been hoping for a handful of that sausage. Betas keep their table bland-- they don’t know better, really-- but it was recipe from the old count’s time. Man might have been a bastard, but he sure knew how to spice a--

“Obi.” Ryuu stares at him-- no, through him, brows angled like arrows over his nose. “Last night you ate quickly and left.”

It was that or break his hand to keep from feeding Miss from his plate. Kiki had offered her half a scone and he nearly jumped the table.

“You don’t smell right either.” Those wide eyes squint, suspicion caught up in their corners. A knowing he’d rather the kid not have. Not about this. “Are you feeling unwell?”

There’s a stress on it, unwell. Like the way Sir said indisposed when Kiki spent three days locked in her room after Sereg, or Miss said unavailable when Yuzuri made the whole wing smell like butter and citrus.

“Me, pup? I’m in top form.” He gives his chest a rap, just to prove it. “That perfume rattled me a bit, I’m not too proud to admit it, but everything’s right as rain now. Problem is--” he leans in, conspiratorial “--it’s getting crowded around here.”

His mouth fouls up into a frown. “Do you need more suppressants? I made another batch before we left. I can get them now.”

“Ahh. No, no.” There’s nothing those can do for him now, not with a rut so close even his bones feel heavy, begging him to find someone to hold his weight. “I just. Need a bit. Just a day or two to clear out my nose before I play the good omega again.”

“Uh-huh.” Ryuu hasn’t gotten as far as he has at Lilias without knowing a lie when he hears it. But he’s also got experience in keeping secrets, and Obi knows: he’ll keep this one too, so long as it’s safe. “You’ll let me know if you need something. Or Shirayuki?”

“I’ll tell you.” That’s the last thing he needs right now, having her in here. But her scent... “Hey, Little Ryuu, do you think you could do me a favor?”

“Which is why he’s still in his room.” There’s a tightness around Ryuu’s mouth as he speaks, a grimace concealed through movement. He’s keeping something from them, holding something back, and by the way he can’t quite meet her eye, Shirayuki knows it’s not about the crowd.

“He’s not coming, then?” He nods, tight and quick, before turning to the buffet, plate already in hand. “Maybe he’s finally able to relax.”

The muffin drops from between his tongs, rolling across the table before he stiffly picks it up. “Maybe. He definitely slept.”

Guilt stings her nose, sharp and strong as vinegar. She wants to press, to ask just how he might know that for a fact, but Zen’s snort interrupts her. “That one? I bet. He’s practically nocturnal.”

“I don’t think sleep is the issue here,” Kiki hums, her smirk tipping into a wry slant.

“You know how he leans against a wall with his arms crossed sometimes?” Zen leans toward Ryuu, a grin stretched across his lips. “He’s actually sleeping.”

This time when heat gathers at her collar, it’s not pleasant. No, this time her stomach roils, and the flush spreads like steam, right up to the tips of her ears. “That’s--”

That’s because his work keeps him up at night, she manages to snap her teeth around just in time, and then by morning you expect him to sit at your heels.

It takes a breath-- several, all of them under the table’s intense scrutiny-- for her to catch herself, for her to calm enough to say, “I mean that he’s able to relax now that all of you are here. With you around, he doesn’t have to worry...”

About keeping me safe. She glances up at Eisetsu, his curiosity politely perked. “He’s had a long few days, I mean.”

“Oh, I bet. He’ll emerge sooner or later.” Zen smiles at her over the rim of his teacup. “He’ll sneak out of his room, prowling and hungry for lunch.”

“Oh.” Ryuu blinks from his position at the buffet. “He told me to bring him some kind of sandwich.”

Kiki’s brows lift. “A brazen request for an absentee.”

“He put in his appearances last night,” Mitsuhide reminds them, slicing into a thick piece of ham. For one, bright moment, she believes he might be on her side, that he might defend Obi as well, but then he adds, disgruntled, “Maybe he thought that would earn him brownie points.”

“Clever.” Kiki hums, unimpressed. “Give up time now for a little time to himself later.”

Zen glances down the table, smile brimming with his usual charm. “I do apologize, Lord Eisetsu. He’s usually better behaved.”

“Oh, it’s, ah, no trouble at all.” He spares her a startled look, a question she can’t possibly answer brewing in his eyes. “Last night the man told me himself that he planned to spend half the day in his chambers. Well deserved too, if I say so myself.”

It’s with a theatrical sigh that Zen settles back in his chair, the barest hint of a smirk lingering at the corners of his mouth. “Well, what do we think? Should we forgive him? He did inform the master of the house.”

Kiki sips, too delicate, at her tea. “He certainly laid the groundwork.”

“Agreed. However--”

“I don’t think Obi needs your forgiveness.”

It’s not until every eye at the table swivels her way, aristocratic eyebrows all raised to their loftiest arches, that Shirayuki realizes that she’s spoken. That it was her foot that has come down on the neck of this conversation. But now that she has, it’s too late to stop, to keep the words from spilling out like a tea kettle boiled too hot.

“He has spent the last week getting to the bottom of a conspiracy that none of you knew anything about until after we--” Shirayuki hauls herself short of, we told you. Eisetsu has proven himself a trustworthy ally, maybe even friend; she would hate to ruin it by informing him that the prince of Clarines had been a guest in his house without his knowledge. “Last night he not only delivered the culprits to you, but a key witness, and on top of that, saved...”

It’s impossible to put into words what Ryuu is to her. To them. How frantically her heart had raced when they found that bookmark in the forest, the terrible tearing in her gut as she traced the bloody patterns of their secret knock.

“Shira--” There’s the smallest scrape of a chair as Zen makes to rise, his hand lifting off the table to reach out to her, but--

But one curious glance from Eisetsu keeps him in his seat. Because, of course, to him Zen is merely her lover’s lord, an acquaintance that only reflects the favor he must shower on Obi.

“Ah...” There’s an apology in Zen’s eyes, but it’s only for her. “Of course, Miss Shirayuki. We were only teasing. Force of habit. For an omega, Obi always gives as good as he gets.”

Right. Because that’s what they know him as: an omega, an easy and eager target. Not the alpha who bows his head to earn his place. Not the man who--

“If you would excuse me.” Her chair screeches back as she stands, the room suddenly too small, too hot. She glances at Eisetsu. “My lord?”

He blinks back at her. “O-of course, Shirayuki. Was the food not to your liking? You’ve barely eaten--?”

“No.” She can’t bear to look at any of them as she says, “I’ve lost my appetite.”

“Shira--” Zen catches himself. “Miss Shirayuki, do you need someone to--?”

“No, I’m fine. Just...” She shakes her head. “I need space.”

Shirayuki’s hardly more than a few steps from the hall before she collapses against the wall, tearing at the neck of her dress. She’s sweating, cold and hot at the same time.

“What,” she gasps, pressing her head into her hands, “is wrong with me?”

[whatifitis]

♡ to build a home - LN 4 ♡

Summary: You're beginning to build a life with Lando. One of the steps you were excited for the most was building a home with him. So when it's time to finally start furnishing the house... let's just say we're glad everyone got to keep their fingers.

WC: 950

CW: fluff, two idiots in love trying to use their shared braincell..., not proofread

-=+=-

It’s finally time! A chapter in your life you were waiting for for so long. Not just building a life with your favorite person, but building a home with them too. You and Lando recently bought a home together and were excited to finally decorate it after having renovated it yourselves. 

The two of you (mainly just you) spent ages on pinterest and various furniture websites, trying to put together an aesthetically pleasing home that could also make the environment feel homey and warm, something Lando had lived without for so long, well, at least until you joined his life. From the day you’d met, his life suddenly seemed brighter and warmer, like he’d been living in a plain, grey world prior. 

After some conflicts and adjustments to the mood board, you both had settled on some furniture that you both loved. Some things were ordered to the house while the others were picked up in the store by you and Lando. Lando, of course, insisted on helping because 1. It could be some nice bonding time since he’s away a lot and 2. He’s a “Big strong man” who can help you carry everything… In other words, he was afraid another man would come to your rescue and steal you away. But that would never happen. 

As you awaited everything you’d ordered, your home still only held a mattress, Lando’s gaming set up and boxes that were filled with various objects. One of those boxes held your collection of books. Your collection grew through the years as you got older, the collection expanding a lot quicker since you and Lan had started dating. Everytime he traveled without you, he would stop by a bookstore and get you a book. Whether it be a special edition of a book or just something he thought you’d like, he always came back with one to add to your collection. 

“Baby.” Lando called to you, jumping onto the mattress where you laid. 

“Baby.” you reply. 

“I was thinking-”

Sitting up fast and gasping, “You can do that?”

Lando’s jaw dropped, “Rude?! You know what? Nevermind.” begins to stand up to walk away, hiding a smile. 

“No! Come on, baby. I was joking. Tell me what you were thinking.” you say, pulling his arm so that he falls over top of you on the bed. 

“Fine. Only cause I love you so much.” the man says, receiving several kisses from you that scatter his face. 

“I love you too. Now, tell me.”

“Do you wanna go to ikea? I know we ordered most of the furniture or we’re going to some stores in person but we need to get some bookshelves for your books. We can get to building them today and putting away the books.” he says, moving to stand, “That way we can clear a few boxes and we’ll have more room for activities.” he says as he pranced around the room, twirling in the air as if he was a dancer. 

You laugh at the show before you, being eternally grateful for his existence and the chaos he brings with him, “That sounds amazing, Lan. We can go now. That way we’re not up late trying to put together the bookshelves.” 

“How hard can putting together bookshelves be?”

-=+=-

Lando and you took the opportunity to enjoy the day to the fullest. The sun was out so you guys drove with the windows down, blasting some Taylor Swift and singing your hearts out to each other. 

Although the drive was fun, the same can’t be said for the adventure in Ikea… The two of you got lost for 5 hours inside of the Ikea. And don’t ask how, cause not even God knows how the two of you got lost, though it might have to do with the fact that you guys share a brain cell…

Eventually, with the help of an Ikea employee, the two of you made it out to the other side, half tempted to kiss the ground once you saw the sun again. 

-=+=-

Finally, after a stop at Mcdonalds for some dinner, the two of you were safe and sound at home, cutting open the boxes that contained the pieces of wood to build the bookshelves. As Lando was unboxing the pieces, he began throwing things about, not paying any mind to what was going where. 

“Lan, calm down. We’re gonna lose the instructions if you keep doing that.” 

“Pish posh. Who needs instructions for bookshelves? It’s easy. I built that desk myself with no instructions.” he says, pointing to the desk that holds his gaming set up… the most basic table to have ever existed. 

You put your hands on your hips as you exhale loudly, “Lan, that table has 5 pieces total…”

“And? I still did it. Ya know why? Cause I’m super smart and super strong. I don’t need the instructions… Now… where do we start…?” he says as he rests his hands on his hips, squinting as the mess of screws and panels of wood he scattered on the floor. 

-=+=-

Building a bookshelf was NOT as easy and Lando claimed it would be. Not only were the instructions missing, but Lando kept insisting he didn’t need them. You tried to help him but it felt as if the pieces kept moving on their own. You felt like the boys in the Maze Runner, trying to figure out the pattern of the maze changes every night. 

It’s been two hours since anyones spoken… so it startles you when he breaks the silence, “How… is the bookshelf… inside out…?”

“It’s 9pm… and we still haven’t finished the first bookshelf… we have 6 more to build…”

“FUCK”

[starchaser667]

WHY did Motherspore target Jimmy out of everyone else??

First of all, let me tell you, I had been thinking of making this post for a while, and it was originally going to be me sharing my thoughts and going crazy with theories hehe

But it turns out there's ALREADY an answer to this question, that was hinted at in Maruu and Doody's streams a couple of times, which I found out extremely late because I can never catch those live.

Still, I thought so long and hard on this, that I decided I would share my thought process anyways! Show you how deep I went before ever knowing if I was delusional or not hwjsjwjs

So here goes nothing!

~~~

For starters, I wanna say I was initially under the impression that Jimmy's involvement in the Motherspore incident had been, for the most part, COLLATERAL DAMAGE. Like it was mainly a mix of negative factors, and maybe also Jimmy's infamous bad luck lol, that got him in that situation.

I imagined he'd been one of the many people to have fainted at the start of the whole mess, and having probably done so in his office (a more isolated place than a classroom or a break-room where most people were), he had been the easiest target; secluded enough that Motherspore had managed to capture him without any trouble or interference from anyone.

That sounded like a likely scenario! And considering it probably wasn't very important, I didn't dwell on it too much...

That was, until we got to Chapter 15, and most importantly, HOTGUY'S INTERROGATION.

Because Hotguy brings to attention that Jimmy's position in all this is actually quite suspicious. He remarks that Jimmy had been the only person to remain in the building, when everyone else had been evacuated, which then led him to be the most difficult one to find and rescue. He wonders if there's a possibility that he stayed behind ON PURPOSE.

And while it's important to note that all of this is stated with the ill-intention of triggering Grian and forcing him to talk, it is undeniably TRUE that Jimmy's situation had been unlike anybody else's.

In fact, once I started thinking about it, I realized there's something actually odd that happened, that didn't see anyone mention and was particular to Jimmy's case... and that is that Motherspore actually fought to GET HIM BACK.

Think about the way Motherspore acted when everyone was evacuating the building, or rather, how she DIDN'T ACT. Sure, people were fainting, which I don't know if it was an intentional move on her part or simply a side-effect of the spores in the air, but with some help they were all able to get out safely.

And she let it happen, and not because she lacked the power to stop it. She could've had people trapped in the fungus like Jimmy was, she could've covered the exits in it so people wouldn't be able to escape, she could've attacked Hotguy the second he stepped in to help, yet she didn't.

But when JIMMY was the one being taken away?? She willed the fungus to grab at him and drag him back towards her, proceeded to literally pounce on Hotguy. And judging by the shocked look on his face, we can assume and confirm that was the first time he was met with resistance and hostility on this foe's end.

So after pondering all this I suddenly went HOLD ON. What if Jimmy being captured wasn't just an unfortunate coincidence? Because it's starting to look as if he was intentionally singled out... OMG what if he was actually TARGETED???

And oh boy did that set me off.

I rapidly started coming up with quite a few ideas as to why that could've been the case. Could it have simply been because he's related to Grian?? Or because he's also a witch?? Maybe specifically because of his mind-reading ability?? And so on.

BUT, as I said before, there's already a kinda answer to this question, as to why Motherspore went after Jimmy, that was revealed in one of Maruu and Doody's streams, which might be the reason why lots of people like myself hadn't heard about it.

Doody responded that the one thing she could say about the matter is that it was important to remember that Motherspore is fundamentally STILL GRIAN, just taken to a more primal, slightly fucked up level. They mentioned that this version of Grian is guided primarily by instinct, and I quote, "is protecting the things that are dear to him and attacking what seems like a threat."

And OMG do you know what this MEANS??

It means that yes, Motherspore did target Jimmy, but not exactly for the reasons I first suspected. It wasn't because she had wanted to hurt him or use him in any way, but because she had wanted to PROTECT HIM!! That's why she hid him away from everyone else, and why she went to greater lengths to keep him there!!

And dude I just think that's so sweet 😭 that even in a corrupted state of mind, Grian was able to recognize his cousin and still strived to keep him safe no matter what <3

And I think this is very important information to have, because it makes their interaction in Chapter 14 even MORE heartbreaking than it already was.

Because we know Grian was DEVASTATED to see Jimmy hurt, and even more horrified at the notion that he had likely been the cause of it. And I just know that guilt is part of the reason why he denied his offering to stay, why he decides to push him away. He believes it would be safer for Jimmy to keep his distance, even if it breaks both their hearts.

And this is so incredibly sad because Grian DOESN'T KNOW. He doesn't know that Motherspore never wished Jimmy any harm, that in her own messed-up way, she tried to defend him from everything.

He has no idea that caring for Jimmy is such a core part of him, that any version of himself can't help doing the same...

Anyways they make me sick <3 can't wait to read and find out more!!!

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TLDR: Found out Motherspore didn't capture Jimmy for malicious reasons, but because Grian was unconsciously trying to protect him, and now I'm emotional :'(

[twice-inamillion]

The Company 

Slave Contract

Smut and Angst (Slave contract, idol turned sex toy, accepting fate )

Chapter 18

3890 Words 

(Miyeon becomes the CEO’s newest assistant and gets trained in her new role. Four idols learn about the consequences of signing contracts without knowing what’s in them. Future sex toys?)

It’s been a few weeks of hard work with setting up the survival show. Luckily, my new assistant, Miyeon, has been a great stress reliever.

After that first night, she was sore for a few days, but you kept her busy in other ways. At first, she was hesitant, asking me if this was really something she had to do. You asked if she read over the contract and said she slightly did but mainly browsed through it when signing. 

“You should have a copy; look it over and ensure you know about your duties.” 

It took her a few hours to go through everything, and with your explanation, she realized her actual fate, “So I belong to you then?” 

“Pretty much.” 

“I read you can even breed me if you wanted to.” 

“I could, but we can put that on hold if you like. You only need to help me out with some things.” 

“Like what?”

“I also want to make your former group members into my toys.”

Miyeon’s eyes widened from your statement. She was just with them not too long ago, and now she’s being asked to betray them so you can use them for pleasure?

“What you need to do is tell me some things about them. If they sign a contract like yours, I’ll take some years off it.”

Miyeon hesitates and thinks for a while, knowing she can’t return if she does this. 

“So what’s it going to be?”

“Okay, what do you want to know?”

———

“Jieun set up a meeting with the four girls. I want to meet all of them.”

“Of course, I’ll tell them to come later today.”

All the information Miyeon shared about her former members helped you set the perfect conditions for today’s meeting. You’ve always had a dream to claim a whole group for yourself. You know that you’ll have a set of four toys to play with at the end of the day.

It’s your last meeting of the day. Jieun is talking to Jennie and her group mates about the meeting and its possible lasting effects.

Jieun looks at her device and sees your message about letting them in.

“The CEO is ready for you.” She opens the door, and they walk in. 

“Oppa, you’re here to see the CEO?” says Lisa.

“No.”

Rose then speaks up, “He’s the CEO.”

“No, he’s Oppa; he helped us with moving in. A CEO wouldn’t do that,” said Lisa.

Lisa looks at you with an innocent face, waiting for your reply. “Rose is right; I’m the CEO of the company.”

“But we hung out together,” whined Lisa.

“Lisa, he might have his reasons,” replies Jennie

“Jennie is right; I do have my reasons. I aim to scout for talent and potential and put them into a group. I want to create an international girl group. As CEO, I wouldn’t have the opportunity to do that, but as a staff member, I’m about to see someone’s true personality. I want to debut you four as a girl group really soon.”

The four of them look at each other in excitement. Hearing about being a worldwide star seemed out of reach, but it is now possible. “Would you four be interested in the girl group I plan to create?” 

Lisa is the first to say yes, “Of course, oppa! I want to perform all over the world!”

Rose imagines herself on stage, singing music she composed to millions of fans worldwide, “I…I would love to as well.” 

Jisoo replied, “I, too, want to be in a group with them.” 

The three look at Jennie, who looks at you and replies, “Of course, I want to stay with my members forever!”

You then reply, “Great. I’ll make you four into worldwide superstars!” 

They giggle amongst and hold each other’s hands at the exciting news.“I plan on creating my personal label, and I’m interested in you four joining as the first group.” 

Jennie asks, “What’s the difference between it and the company?” 

“Priority and privileges.” 

Jisoo, confused, asks, “What do you mean by that?” 

“I’ll be personally working with you and providing you with all the best things. That includes clothes, jewelry, and deals with brands and magazines. I also plan to have a separate building for music recording, training, etc. You all will have access to the best, no compromises.”

The girls can't help but smile at the idea of having access to the best. Rosé's dream of being a musician is closer than ever; she must make this happen. “I want to do it.” 

“I assumed this was the case, so I prepared a contract for each of you as a group contract. I’ll talk to each of you individually since this will be an important decision.”

Jieun escorts all the members to individual rooms, so you can gather your thoughts before the meeting. After you’re ready, you call for the oldest, Jisoo. 

“Come have a seat, Jisoo.” 

Jisoo sits, looking nervous with the two of you alone.

“We went a bit over the group contract earlier, but I want to review your individual one this time. Is there anything you’d like to add?” 

Jisoo is already thankful for the opportunity to receive all the support from the company. She doesn’t want to overstep and get greedy, “No, I think I’m okay as it stands.”

”Are you sure? I remember reading in your profile that you wanted to be an actress. Am I right?”

Jisoo shyly tilts her head forward and replies, “Yes, I wrote that down when I joined as a trainee.”

”Are you still interested, or have you given up on that dream?”

There is a slight hesitation, “I want to sing and perform with my teammates, but I still want to be an actress.” 

There it is, the hook. “I can make it possible if you’re still interested.” Jisoo’s ears perk as she hears your words, “Really? How?”

The two of you talk for a while until you reach an agreement. Jisoo immediately signs the contract without a second thought after promising to support her as much as possible. Your only condition is for her to agree with your choices without a second thought. 

——

The next one you talked to was Jennie; she was much easier to talk to, and you could get straight to the point. She sat before you, “I’m going to be real with you; I want you and your members. Not just as artists but as my toys.” 

Jennie slides the contract to the side, “So this is what this contract is about… I can’t blame you; my members are cute. Is there someone you have in mind?”

“Rosé. She has an amazing voice, and her desperation to become a singer is such a turn-on.”

“She did say she’ll do something to become one, but the only issue is that she’s into girls, not guys.”

“Won't you think that would be better? Rosé tossing her interests to the side, that’s something I would love to see. I want to make her my plaything.”

Jennie bites her lip at the idea of her member being corrupted, “you know she’s a virgin too; well, everyone is except me, of course,” says Jennie while sticking her tongue out.

“You must be proud, huh.” 

It’s true; Jennie is proud of herself. With her by your side, she knows that her chances of being successful are much better with you. “Of course, I love being your toy babe. It’d be even better if you make all of us into your toys; just imagine playing with us whenever you want.”

”You know what a guy wants; you’re so bad.”

”I want to make sure you’re well taken care of.”

The two of you continue to talk; she even provides some ways to make the girls agree. 

———-

After Jennie, the next one was Rosé; she sat in front of you and asked, “Were you serious about introducing us to the international market?”

”Of course, with your talent, I know you all can succeed. I mean, with your voice, it's a guarantee.”

You see the sparkle in Rosé’s eyes; her dream of becoming a singer is closer than ever. “So, where do I sign?”

You pull out the contract, “This right here is your individual contract. It states the expectations from both parties, which is the label and yourself. Read it over, and if you want to add anything, let me know.” 

Like her members before her, she just skims through the contract and asks, “Would it be possible to invite my parents and sister for my debut?”

”Of course, they are more than welcome to visit you. If you want, I can fly them over. I remember you mentioning that your sister is pursuing law, right?”

”Yeah, she’s still in college and looking to intern at a firm in Australia. You know that she’s been so supportive of me becoming an idol that I really want her to see my debut.”

”If that’s the case, then I promise you to make sure your whole family sees you on your special day.” 

“I promise that you won’t be disappointed; I’ll make sure that our group becomes the best group,” as she picks up the pen, singing her contract. 

———

Lisa, the maknae of the group, was the last member you had to meet. It didn’t take much convincing and only asked to be given the creative freedom to make choreographies and a space to dance. 

“You really got us, oppa. Or should I call you CEO-nim?”

“Whatever you want.”

“I’ll call you oppa.” 

“I’d like that.”

She smiles and asks, “Where do I sign?”

———

It’s been a few weeks since the members signed their individual contracts. It didn’t take long for them to see the immediate effect, such as a new apartment with rooms of their own, access to the new building, and other perks.

“Unnie, congrats on your internship!”

“Thanks, it all happened so suddenly. I can’t wait to spend some time with you.”

“When do you fly in?”

“In a few weeks, they even gave me an apartment and are paying for my accommodations.” 

“Really? That’s great. What firm are you working with?”

“That’s the funny part. I’ll be doing my internship through the Samsung group but will be in one of their subdivisions.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I got an email saying that they were looking for great talent and received a recommendation. I recently finished the acceptance process and will be signing the contract. The best part is that if they like me, they might offer me a job and pay for law school. I’m so excited, Rosie!”

Rose is more than happy to hear the good news from her sister. She’s been so supportive of her dream to become a lawyer; now it’s her time to cheer for her. The only thing is that she can’t shake off a feeling that something isn’t right, but she quickly puts it to the side and continues her talk with Alice.

——-

“Hello, mom, how is everything back home?”

“Everything is wonderful, Lisa. We have had some good news recently.”

“Really? What is it?”

“Remember how your father was thinking about expanding and was looking for investors for his restaurant?”

”Yeah, I do. He wanted to open up a new place, but it was expensive if he wanted to do it in the middle of the city.”

”Well, your dad found an investor. They want to invest in not only one restaurant but probably two or more. They want to remodel this one and expand the size. Your dad is so happy.”

”I’m so happy for him. He’s been working so hard these past few years.”

”What about you, sweetheart?”

”Good, I think coming to Korea was a great choice. I can’t tell you much right now, but I’m happy where I am. My group members make me feel at home.” 

————

All the members gather in your office, the four of them excited for the weekend to begin. 

“How are you four doing?”

Jennie responds, “Great, we have had a free day today, so we’ve been resting after a busy schedule.”

”Oh, I’m sorry for interrupting you all during your day off.”

The members nod, “It’s okay; we still have Saturday and Sunday off. You must have called us to say something important,” says Jisoo. 

“Yes, I wanted to ask how you four are adjusting to your new life?”

Rosé responds, “I love the recording and music room. I’ve spent most of my time there.”

”For me, it’s the practice studio; it’s so nice and spacious, I love it,” says Lisa.

”What about you two?”

Jennie responds, ”Jisoo and I like our new apartment. It’s nice to have our own space.”

Jisoo nods, “I agree with Jennie; we like the new apartment. Thank you so much.” The four of them slightly bow, thanking you for their new perks. 

“That’s great. I want to make sure that my future worldstars are given the best. Since you have tasted a bit of what I’m giving you, I think it's time for you to return the favor.”

The members were surprised by your comment and asked, “What do you mean?”

“The favors, remember. It’s in the contract you all signed.” 

Rosé responds, “I don’t remember seeing it.”

Knowing this was bound to happen, you pulled out a copy of their contract. You flip through the numerous pages until you reach the section you want to show them. “This is the part. It clearly states that you all are required to provide me with services on a regular basis in return for the perks you receive.” 

Rosé, shocked, says, “What kind of favors?”

With a straight face, you reply, “sexual favors, of course.” 

Rosé, Jisoo, and Lisa look shocked at your comment; Rosé stands up and tries to leave when Jennie grabs her hand, stopping her. “Don’t.” 

Rosé looks at Jennie in a serious expression and takes a seat. “Why didn’t you say anything before our contract signing?”

“I told you to check multiple times. You’re all adults.” 

Jisoo asks, “Is it possible to remove that part out?” 

“It’s possible, but that would mean you are breaking your contract.”

Rosé then asks, “Is that going to cost a lot?” 

“In simple terms, yes. The cost of a breach in the contract is a lot, plus the cost of room and board, food, training, and other expenses can be in the billions of won.”

They all look at each other, trying to figure out what to do. They don’t want to give their bodies as payment; it seems so wrong, but the cost of paying large amounts of money also seems too much.

“What if we can pay you some other way?” says Lisa.

“Listen, I’m going to be frank with you all. I want you four, so I’m going to give you an hour to think about it. I’ll step out and come back, so expect an answer.” 

You stand from your chair and begin to walk towards the door, “Just remember that this will have a great impact on both your personal and professional life,” you say before exiting.

The four of them finally get a sign of relief with you gone. They stay silent, taking in what just happened a few moments ago. 

Jennie breaks the silence, “What do you all plan on doing?” 

No one answers; instead, Jisoo stands up and looks around your desk for anything that can help them. She moves the mouse off your computer, causing it to turn on. She sees a folder with the initials of each member, “Girls, come here.” The members stand up and circle around the computer. Jennie grabs the mouse and clicks on the folder with her name to see basic information and a copy of your contract. “Nothing helpful.” 

Suddenly, something catches Rosé's attention when she notices a fold named “Alice.” She grabs the mouse from Jennie and clicks on it. There are multiple files, but a video recording gets her attention. She clicks on the recording, and the face of her video pops out. “Hello, my name is Alice Park. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to intern at your company. You’re the biggest employer in Korea, and interning at your company is a dream come true. Pursuing law has been a passion of mine since I was young, so I will do my best to meet your expectations. Thank you so much, and hope to see you real soon.”

Rosé can’t believe it, Alice’s employer is you? Many things run through her mind to the point it’s hurting. “Did he plan everything out? What should I do? Should I tell Alice?”

Jennie and Jisoo notice Rosè’s sister in the video and try to ask her what’s going on. Instead, Rosè stays silent, gathering her thoughts and what she should do. “Rosè, what’s going on?”

Lisa continued searching when she found a file named “Restaurant Investments.” She clicks on it and sees her dad’s picture and other documents that mention investing in his business. “What’s going on?” She sees a brief interview that mentions his reason for doing what he does. He responds that he loves the expression his family makes when they taste his food, especially his daughter. However, since she was young, she would love his food which is one of the reasons he wants to do his best. “My daughter is trying her best to make her dreams come true, as an old man I should also do something that my daughter should be proud of.”

Lisa doesn’t have to think twice, she knows what she has to do. “I’m going to make sure his dreams come true no matter what.”

An hour passes by, the four of them are sitting in the chairs as you enter the room on the dot. Rosè and Lisa look at you with an intense expression while Jisoo holds both their hands. Jennie, who is sitting in the back looks at you with a slight grin but quickly hides it when you sit on your chair. 

“I gave you four an hour. What are your answers?”

There is a slight hesitation as the four look at each other, thinking on what to say. Suddenly, Lisa raises her hand and says, “I’ll do whatever you want.”

The rest of her members' eyes widened as the maknae of the group was the first to respond. You can’t stop yourself from smiling, “Good choice.”

You look at the other three and say, “Lisa seems to have more conviction than anyone else in the group.” You look in Jisoo’s direction, “Jisoo, I assumed you would be the first to say something, but I guess Lisa, the youngest out of your four, has more guts.” 

Jisoo clenches her fist, but she’s scared. There is no way she couldn’t be. “What about you Jennie?”

She lifts her head, “So you’ll keep your promise and make me known worldwide?”

”Yes, there wouldn’t be anywhere in the world that won’t know your name.”

’Okay, I’ll do it too. I’ll do whatever you want, even be your personal toy.”

Jisoo lifts her head, “Jennie…” Her younger members are much braver than her. She tells herself that she needs to be the one to protect them, but instead they’re taking the reins of their future. She makes up her mind, “I…I’ll do it too.”

”Great. Three out of four.” You look at Rosé who’s head is still down, debating about making the right choice. Her answer will determine not only her future but her sister’s as well. “Alright. If I do this, you promise not to do anything to Alice, right?”

”Yes, I promise.”

”Okay, I’ll do whatever you want; just keep your promise.” 

You smile, knowing that the four women in front of you have decided to submit to you. “I’ll make sure to try you four with a lot of care.” You stand up and check out their body as they stand. “I want to make sure that you're all serious about your choice. Undress yourself right here, I want to see what I’m going to be working with,”

Their eyes widened from your request; they didn’t think it was going to happen so soon. “Okay.” Jennie is the first one to undress by first removing her blouse, bra, pants, and underwear. 

“Good girl.”

”Thanks,” Jennie smiles from your compliment. 

The other two members follow, undressing themselves until they’re completely nude. Rosé is the last one to undress, she struggles to take her panties off with one arm covering her breast. 

“Take your arm off, I want to get a good look at you.” She slowly moves her arm and puts it to the side. “There, better?”

“Feisty one. If you don’t want to do this you can just leave.” Rosé pinches her arm, stopping herself from leaving. She wants to get out of there but knows she can’t. “No, I’ll behave.”

Satisfied with her answer, you continue to walk around them, inspecting their flawless body. Each one of them have small but perky tits, a flat stomach with a cute little ass. Lisa yelps when you touch her ass, while Jennie smiles. 

“Since you all have the weekend together, how about we have some fun.” The girls don’t have to guess what you’re trying to say, they know what type of “fun” you’re talking about. “Any volunteers?”

There’s a silence, no one moving or reacting in any way. “No volunteers? I guess I'll choose the one I want to have first.” You go around, tracing your finger against their back. You feel them tremble, not wanting to be the first to get chosen. 

“I really want to have all of you at once, but I want to give you some one-on-one attention. You’re all too good, I can't make up my mind.” 

You stare and them, looking up and down as you decide on who to fuck first. You see one of them grabbing onto their arm, looking nervous. You think to yourself it's always best to pick the one who has the most to lose and make them yours.

“Rosé, I want you tonight.” 

You exit the room, leaving her standing alone in shock. She trembles, realizing that she’s going to give her body to a man. She’s never once thought about having relationships with a male, not even in the slightest. 

———

Jieun walks into the room, “Rosé, dear. Why the sad expression?  You should be happy that he chose you.” 

There’s no response from Rosé, and instead frozen in thought. 

“Anyways, I’m here because I’m going to take all you with me to choose an outfit for when he asks for you. Just remember that the more effort you put in the better the outcome,” says Jieun in a serious voice.

As they enter the room they see multiple racks of lingerie. Rosé’s eyes go wide as she figures out what she is going to wear. 

[biwitchenergyz]

That Thing Called Love

This is the final part of this story! Thank you for all the love! There will be one more story in this series, but that will be a one-shot set during Sinners.

Warning! Smut, Mentions of the Klan, and mentions of death. Also, a super long chapter!

Translations- Mo Dhia= My god, Mo chroí= My heart, and Táim i ngrá leat = I'm in love with you

Pa might have been right, you considered, I don’t know when to shut up. 

“What ya’ thinking about?” Remmick questioned, folding your clothes with tender hands, scared to mess up or overstep. You never thought your childhood bed could fit a grown adult, especially not a man, but Remmick fit perfectly. Just as well as he fit into everything else in your life. 

“Just think it's funny, I've been calling it Remmy’s room and now it really is.” You’ve never seen him smile the way he does at your words. He grins from ear to ear, exposing his beautiful, fanged teeth that you know would slice your flesh with the gentlest touch. Your heart flutters: this is what comes of your lack of self-control. 

Four nights ago, about three weeks after you first met your little crow, Remmick came knocking on the door as was routine. He was covered in dust, looking adorably disheveled, and he explained that he had fallen through the roof while working on the old mill house, which he had found a few miles away.

Although you laughed at him, taunting as he called it, you suggested he just stay with you. Naturally, he refused and argued against it for two days before falling through the roof again and returning to you like a desperate dog.

It was a reasonable arrangement; the two of you had grown to be friends. Before moving in, he visited nearly every night, staying up and talking for hours before he decided it was time for you to go to sleep, even when you protested. Occasionally, you cooked for him when he had enough blood in his veins to enjoy the pleasures of humanity. 

Those were his favorite nights because he got to stand in the kitchen with you, talking about everything and nothing, sometimes singing together as he tried to lure you from the stove to dance with him. If he asked, he’d get the chance to cook with you, even though it was mainly him grabbing whatever you pointed out. After dinner, you let him help you with the dishes, and it almost always turned into a water fight.

You expected living together wouldn’t be much different. Except you forgot about the tension. Always whispering in the background, licking at you like flames. A touch that lingered, words too soft to repeat, and glances that bordered lust. Even the most innocent of moments held something deeper. Remmick folded your clothes along with his, intimate and domestic. You wondered if this was how newlyweds felt.

There was something darker growing between the two of you. Hidden by the light of your budding relationship and potential feelings. Possession was in every shadow, it was in the way you combed his hair as you pulled him closer, it was there when he pulled you into his lap in the name of companionship as you wrote spell after spell. Not that you minded it, you craved his obsession for it fueled your own.

“Gonna sit with me, sugar?” That insufferable nickname. You were willing to bet that Remmick kept a detailed list in his mind of all the nicknames he could call you. He knew exactly when to use them against you, and he always knew which one would make you the weakest. As requested, you join him on the bed.

“How was the market? Is Annie doing well?” Remmick never said it out loud, but he loved to hear about your day. He didn’t care about humans or their woes, but he did care about you. If you loved something, he would try his hardest not to destroy it beneath his withering touch. If the sun weren't so cruel, he would spend every day with you from morning to night. 

“Annie is good, she still wants me to talk to Benny Boy.” You don't notice how Remmick falters. “I got more blackberries, thought I could use them for a little kitchen witchcraft! I found a recipe for blackberry muffins in my ma’s spellbook, supposed to be good for protection. I’ll always remember her in the kitchen telling me what ingredients would cast a love spell, and which would bring us luck.” 

Remmick wanted to kiss you. He found it increasingly hard to stop himself, especially when you told him things that he knew were special to you, things that had a place in your heart. “Sounds nice, darlin’. I’ve been wonderin’ if your putting love spells in your food or maybe it's just too damn good.” You glow under his praise; he notices it. He notices everything about you.

A car horn interrupts your conversation. Only one person would be honking outside your house this close to sundown. You left Remmick, going to the front door and cracking the shutters to peek outside. Benny’s slick black car was approaching your house. You could strangle him, but the press of Remmick's chest against your back reminded you there were more important things to deal with.

You turned to him, shocked that he had followed you and even more stunned at how close he got as he attempted to look over your shoulder without being caught by the eager sun. You wondered if it was normal to feel so safe with a man cornering you and your back against a wall. You knew it was deranged, but it made warmth flood your stomach.

“It’s just Benny.” You're so grateful that the sun is still up and Remmick is trapped in the darkness of your home, all the windows closed and a million of your ritual candles lit. “Stay inside, suns not down yet. Besides, he ain’t no threat.” 

Remmick disagrees; in his opinion, your ex-fiancé is the biggest threat in his life right now. More threatening than a thousand suns and a million vampire hunters. It’s not his place; he won’t leave the house or hurt the man. Only restricting himself because it is what you asked of him. His blood, technically the blood of some foolish Klansmen whom he’d drunk from and gutted, boils within him.

You are about to open the door, but Remmick stops you, holding out your robe so you can cover your body, clad in nothing but a lacy nightgown. Earlier in the day, he had flushed like a tomato when you stepped out of the bathroom in the sheer fabric, but he was getting used to your nightwear. 

You took the robe, wrapping it tightly around your waist. Recently, you’d found yourself dressing in your most intimate nightgowns just to watch Remmick struggle. You liked the hunger in his eyes, the way he scratched the back of his neck, and his flushed face. You especially liked how he clawed into his thighs to stop himself from touching you.

“Hell, you doing out here so late, Benny Boy?” You make a point of shutting the door behind you. Benny climbs out of his car, handsome and lean. He flashes you a dimpled smile. Once upon a time, you would have fallen into his arms just because of the gesture. His skin, dark and soft, glows like yours in the setting sun. It's subtle yet charming. 

“Annie told me she worries you're mighty lonely out here. Least I could do was check on you.” It’s sweet, it’s his nature. You meet in the middle of the yard, exchanging a side hug that isn't awkward but isn't intimate. He’s a good Christian man, but you weren’t what he wanted.

“She’s supposed to worry about me! She’s my sister after all. But ain’t no reason for you to go out of your way to see me! Still, I appreciate that you did.” Benny has a boyish charm, shy and awkward. It reminds you of when you first started hanging out with Remmick. It’s cute on a boy, but Remmick has proven himself to be much more than that. The occasional charm is endearing, but he has moments that are so serious and raw that it makes you fidget under his gaze. 

“You alright? You look a little red.” Benny jokes, thinking his presence has affected you when all you can think of is the man probably pouting in a corner behind you right now. You nod faster than necessary.

“I’m fine, Benny! You should head back home now,” you try to nudge him to his car, but he doesn't move. He studies your face, not like Remmick does; there's no adoration or awe in his gaze.

“I’ve missed ya’. Annie’s doing good now, there’s no need for you to put your life on hold anymore.” You wish he would shut up, your eyes beg him to stop, but he doesn't notice or doesn't care. “Let’s get married. Have a house and a family like we always wanted, before it's too late.” Even now, he considers his dreams as your own.

“I don’t want that. I love ya’, Benny. You will always be important to me, and you’re an amazing man, but my future can’t be like yours. If it does, I guarantee I'll end up like my mother.” 

“Why? I don’t understand.”

“Because I ain’t in love with ya’. Maybe I never was. You want a big family, with a bunch of kids all running a farm and attending church every Sunday. There ain’t nothing wrong with it. In fact, I think it's beautiful, but God, Benny, I don’t want that. I don’t know what I want, but it's not that and it ain’t you.”

Benny listened, for possibly the first time, and when you went quiet, he nodded like he expected every word. He pulled you into a hug, warm and welcoming, then pulled away. “I think you're makin’ a mistake. I hope you're happy, I do.” Then he turned to hop into his car.

A weight lifted from you, maybe it was the weight of his love, but you felt surer of yourself than you had in over five years. You made your way back to the house, hearing Benny’s car start with a growl. When you opened the door, Remmick pulled you into his arms.

 It was nothing like Benny’s hug. It yearned, promised, and comforted like nothing ever had. You fold against him, forgetting to close the door, forgetting that Benny hadn’t driven off yet, forgetting that the sun couldn’t reach Remmick's skin from just beyond the threshold. “Táim i ngrá leat.” You didn’t understand the foreign words, but you nuzzled into his arms nonetheless, glowing red eyes hidden from your view.

Benny put the car in reverse, taking one last look at your retreating figure. He watched a white man pull you into his arms with the sincerity and desperation of a lover. The man looked up, staring right through Benny with eyes like shadows and embers. This man, this devil, closed the door behind you, and Benny didn't look back.

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“The whole Delta is talking about it! At the market today, all the church ladies came up to me asking if you was dating the damn Grand Dragon!” Annie dropped her bag on your table, barging in just as Remmick shut the bedroom door behind him. You knew he could hear her; you imagined the disgust on his face at the absurd statement.

“I don’t have the slightest clue what you’re talking about.” Annie took a seat, watching you stir your bowl as you peered down at your mother's spellbook. Blackberries stained the beige batter as you stirred it together.

“Benny Boy told me he came by to see you. Said he watched a white man cradle you in his arms as if you were his wife!” You didn't know who you wanted to hit more—Benny for starting the rumor or Remmick for giving him a reason to. 

“If Benny only told you, then how does the whole Delta know?” You tiptoed around Annie's statement, not willing to acknowledge what Benny saw.

“Well, he told Baby Bee as well.” You frowned, wiping the flour off your nightgown. You hadn’t dressed for company.

“Then that bastard wanted it to get out! Everyone knows Baby Bee would tell your whole life story to the Klan just for the hell of it.” To be fair, you liked his sister. Beatrice was the youngest of Benny’s siblings, and she had earned the nickname Baby Bee even though you figured it should have been Blabber Bee.

“Who is he?” Annie was tired of your game. You didn’t have to ask what she was talking about; you already knew. 

“Just a friend, Annie. Besides, he’s Irish.”

“That only makes him whiter to me.” She retorted, making you giggle despite the glare on her face. “Don’t laugh. This is serious. If word got to the wrong person that you were messin’ around with a white man, lord help us.” You felt a little bad for worrying your sister so much, but then again, Annie was a natural at it.

“We ain’t messin’ around. He’s my friend, and Benny had no right to slander my name.” You set the muffin mix down and rest a tender hand on Annie’s shoulder. “Don’t let them wrap you up in this. Their gossip is my burden to bear.”

“Tell me something about him,” Annie watched your eyes as she made her plea. “I just, I need to hear it.” You weren’t sure what she was getting at. You thought it over in your head, whatever you said would be heard by the man himself, and you didn’t want to expose any feelings you might have hidden beneath the surface. You also didn’t want Annie to think Remmick was no good.

“He’s kind. Not in the way that everyone's supposed to be kind. It’s natural with him, like he knows the right things to do or say, and he just does them. He ain’t always good to everyone, but he tries to be for me, I think.” Annie sighs, quietly yet meaningfully. She doesn't ask you to stop. “He’s a strange man, but I guess that's why we get on so well.”

Your sister rests her head against her hands. Exhaustion pours from her demeanor, and you wonder if you’ve said too much or too little. Then she looks at you with hopeless eyes and whispers, “I was scared it’d be like this. I was scared you’d be in love with him.”

She continues to say something, you hear her voice but can’t grasp the words. Everything felt out of touch as you tried not to panic; the fear of what this could mean ate at your heart. You weren't in love with a vampire. You weren't in love with Remmick. “No,” it's a breathless whisper. You imagined him in the other room. You see him jumping through the window, smoke flying from him as he bolts for the trees. Or maybe he's resting his head against the door, heart beating like it never has before. If you hoped it was the latter, would that mean Annie was right?

“Enough of all this nonsense. Get on home, Ann. I’m trying to do a spell, and I can’t do it with all these silly notions of love and whatnot.” Huffing, your sister takes her bag, gives you one last look, then slams the front door shut until you're alone in a kitchen lit by candles instead of the sun that pleads for entrance.

The bowl clatters on the counter as you drop it from your hands. Leo startles at the sound before taking gentle sips of water, ignoring your deep breaths. The bedroom door creaks open; you can’t look at him. You turn with your back digging into the counter and your hands covering your eyes. You aren’t helpless or sorrowful, you're frustrated. 

 If Annie was this scandalized by you loving a white man, what would she say if she knew he wasn't human? He was a dead man, a being of evil with a hunger for your flesh and blood. That very man, cursed and damned, wrapped his hands around your waist with the gentlest touch as he lifted you onto the counter, giving your weary legs a break as he settled between them.

“You ain't mad at me, are you, sugar?” You shake your head, easing his fears of your anger. “Need you to look at me, Darlin’.” Remmick pleaded, pulling your hands away from your eyes. You looked at him, disgruntled tears blurring the handsome lines of his face.

“I fucked up, Remmy. I really fucked up.” He cups your heated cheeks between his hands, analyzing every light and twitch in your eyes. Leo rubbed against Remmick's ankle but pranced off to the other room, planning to fall asleep on the warm laundry.

“What did ya’ do, baby?” Remmick stroked your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. So tender and loving, it broke you a little more. You couldn’t crumble for this man. He was not someone to be desired; he should have been immune to human emotions and off-limits to your heart.

“ I-I care for someone whose heart doesn't beat the same as mine and whose skin ain’t the same color.” You regained a bit of control, no more tears threatening to run down your cheeks, just sheer disappointment in yourself and the path you've taken. “Annie could be right, and if she is, then I’m the biggest fool in Mississippi.”

“Are you mad that I’m dead, or are you more upset ‘cause my skin ain’t like yours?” You were shaking your head, freeing your face from his loving hands. He didn’t get it—a thousand years and still a fool.

“People have died for less, Remmy. If you were a woman and I were a man, I’d be dead by now. Suppose the Klan hears about this, it ain’t just me that they’d kill. Every person of color in the area would suffer for my mess.”

He pulls your head into his chest, trying to say something that would ease your worries. Remmick knows the price for this. He remembers when couples like you were first persecuted. Over the years, he has learned one solid truth: death is the only way to end the divide.

“I’ll kill 'em all, sugar. Burn the world if that's what it takes. I’ll raise an army for ya’ and we’ll slaughter them where they stand. Nothin’ on this damned earth is gonna keep me from what I want.” It should scare you how easily he discussed killing everyone in his path, but it lit a fire within you. Powerlessness was a retched feeling, it curled in you like a cottonhead snake. With Remmick, there was power like you’d never known.

“Townsfolk are gonna call me a traitor. They think I’m fooling around with the devil.” It's embarrassing to admit.

“Well, that ain't true. We ain’t foolin’ around.” He’s playful and endearing, and you know you love him. 

“I’m not sure about that.” You sigh, lips so close to his own. Remmick’s brain doesn't have time to process your words before your lips press against his own, and he feels as though his mind has gone cloudy. You push gently against him, trying to show your feelings in one kiss.

Remmick always had something to say, always had a funny retort or a sassy response. Now all he had was his mouth as he sought after yours, passionate and rough. Like a man doomed to death, he moans against you as though he has tasted salvation; he has, and it is your lipstick mixed with the blackberries you ate before Annie broke your peace. Your lips tasted of sin and eternal life; he was tempted to bow his head in prayer.

“I’ll do whateva’ you want,” Remmick moaned into you. “I’ll kill every Klan member this side of the Mississippi.” His hips pushed into the cabinets under the counter as your hand came around his neck, gripping until he felt lightheaded. “Or I won’t leave the house. I’ll wither away in here, and you can keep me as you’d like. Ain’t nobody would find out.” 

“Why would you do that, Remmy?” You know why, your lips find his jawline, and you press them there, leaving a red print when you pull back. It matches the shade found on his lips. The world buzzes around you, for every breath Remmick takes, you do the same, matching his breathing with precision.“Why would you act like a dog tryna’ please his master?”

“Because I am.” He whined, his hands digging into your hips as you left lipstick prints all over his face. “I’ll be ya’ dog or ya’ slave, it makes no difference to me. Call me and I’ll come. Tell me to bite, and I’ll make the Delta run red. Just don’t make me leave again, sugar. Anything but that.”

You burned with it, the power he placed in your hand. A simple turn of your thumb, life and death were at your control. He would kill as you saw fit, lay waste to cities and towns if it pleased you. Behind the goofy and boyish facade was an ancient being who had survived purely through violence, lived through wars and famine, and had thrived as others dropped dead. The press of his skin against your own was proof of his violence, his ability to survive in a world that wished him dead. 

Suddenly, it was clear, he wandered the Earth looking for something or someone who could make him bow, and you were that divine being whom he’d bleed for. Men have always needed something to kill for; it's why they created their gods and their myths. They sought out violence like second nature, and in his search, Remmick had found his savior, the reason for his eternal suffering, and the cure for it all.

“Get on your knees, baby.” Your voice broke through his cloudy mind as you pulled your lips away from his own. With his face turned upwards, his gaze held your own as he descended to his knees, the beginning of his prayer. “You hungry, love? You look starved.” His hands rested on his knees, held together in reverence as you lifted one side of your nightgown, baring the flesh of your thigh. “Go on, feast.”

His tongue traced your thighs, searching for the veins hidden behind your deep flesh. When he found the one he wanted, the femoral vein within your inner thigh, his fangs pressed against you. He didn’t break the skin; instead, he watched your face, partially hidden behind the curve of your breasts. Gently, he broke your skin, feeling the warmth of your body as it welcomed his fangs inside. Warm blood rushed to greet him like an old friend. 

He could not remember all the people he drank from. There must have been at least a million faces lost to time. You would not be one of them. The flavor of you, metallic and salty, fed him like a home-cooked meal. Remmick swore he’d never tasted someone as good. Perhaps it was because you were you and he'd already been obsessed, or maybe you were naturally divine. 

Your back arched across the counter, head slamming back and aching from the sharp movement, before you pulled yourself upwards. You wouldn’t call it pleasurable; it felt like two sharp knives buried in your skin, but the sounds that fell from Remmick’s mouth brought satisfaction to your stomach. He whined and whimpered, pelvis thrusting against the cabinets. You watched his eyes when he looked at you, for once, you were able to witness the change set in. Those adoring navy blue eyes of his darkened in front of you, turning to pools of coal.

Grasping at his hair, you push him further into your thigh. “Drink up, baby.” He does just as you say. When he’s filled with you, he laps at your wounded thigh. The pulsing pain in your leg is hard to ignore until Remmick’s tongue traces further up, no longer focused on his bite mark. 

Slowly, his tongue pushes against the fabric of your panties, nudging them away from your heat. His nose brushed against the hood of your clit. Instantly, your back arched off the counter as you mewled at the touch. As soon as the sound left your mouth, he was looking at you, his chest heaving with every deep breath.

“Fuck.” Remmick groaned, instantly reaching for the top of your underwear as he yanked it down your legs, brushing your bite wound and making your legs jolt. He looks at your bare cunt, panting like a dog in summer. “Can I? Sugar, please, I need to taste ya’.”  You just barely nod before his mouth begins to leave a hot trail up to where you need him the most.

His lips suckle at your clit, a feeling you’ve never experienced before and it makes your body tingle like it’s coming to life for the first time. His tongue joins in on the torture, licking circles around you. Your hands dig into his hair with the force to rip it out, but when you catch yourself being too rough, you are quick to stroke his head in an attempt to pet the pain away.

Praises leave your throat like sobs. You tell him how good he is, how you adore him, and how he will be yours. The praise makes his tongue move quicker, more deliberate, and intentional. You’d never experienced anything like it, not to say you hadn’t explored your body before, but this was different. Your muscles spasmed, and your head bobbed up and down like you were in a drunken daze. 

Your legs wrapped around Remick's head, falling uselessly against his shoulders. He didn’t mind the weight of you on him, instead, he gripped your hips and pulled you closer to him, dragging you closer to the edge of the counter. The grip of his hands around your waist and the deeper feeling of his tongue against your clit, sent you over the edge you didn’t realize you were on. Mindlessly mumbling compliments and lovestruck remarks as you felt yourself gushing against Remmick’s skilled tongue. 

Standing up, Remmick, held your head so that you wouldn't drop it against the hard counter. His hands gently cupped your hair and petted you as you came down from your high. He bent to nuzzle his nose into your neck as your breath left you in shaky pants. “You’re so good to me, sugar.” His smooth voice met your ears as he caressed you. 

With buzzing fingers, you pulled yourself off the countertop, landing on shaky legs. Remmick steadied you with a hand to your back and the other on your waist. “Wanna come to my room, baby?” You asked him, looking up with enchanting eyes that he could never say no to. Your blood flows through his veins, he feels you coursing within him, warming him and flooding his arousal. 

Instead of answering, he captured your lips within his own. His mouth was softer than a petal as it moved against yours, consuming and gentle as though he were savoring the feel of your stained lips against his own. When he pulled away, you licked where he was and could taste a combination of your arousal and blood on him.

Pulling him by one hand, you lead him into your bedroom. It is the only room in your small home that he had never been in, he’d never dared cross the threshold that would be completely you and all-consuming. As you led him through the door, he knew he had passed the point of no return.

Your room was the personification of your soul. With hanging plants, two small shelves filled with books, a few candles, clusters of crystals, and most importantly, pictures that spoke to your love and heart. As you sat on the violet-clad bed, Remmick traced his hands along your few but important belongings.

 Some pictures featured you and Annie, another showed you with her and two men who were twins. All the photos were secured by dark wooden frames except for one. He didn’t need to ask who the people were; he knew by the way your younger self was grinning. Annie and you, clearly children, with arms wrapped around one another. Standing behind you two, in front of the wooden cabin, was a man and a woman. Both of them were smiling, he noticed your features in them, and the whole picture screamed joy. That's probably why you’d chosen a more expensive, silver frame to hold the memory. 

“You gonna keep starin’ or you gonna come over here?” Remmick turned to look at you when your playful voice broke the silence. You were lying against the bed, back lifted by pillows, while the silk of your nightgown kept slipping from your shoulder and hiking up your thighs. He’d seen every wonder of the world, every perfectly sculpted statue and acclaimed painting. Nothing could compare to the sight of you, disheveled and relaxed in your bed. He jumped you without a second thought. 

A knee pressed between your parted legs, as his clawed hand wrapped around your throat. With a gentle squeeze, your breath stuttered, and your mind went blank. Remmick's gentle lips pressed against your face, caressing your skin at every spot they touched before colliding with your own. It was hungry and frantic as your lips locked together, your body buzzing from the excitement. Your hands crept under Remmick’s freshly washed wife-beater, feeling the softness of his stomach and the muscles of his chest as his heart pounded against your hand. 

“Mo dhia,” He whispered as you tried to chase his retreating lips. One of your hands buries into his dark curls as the other trails from his heart to the little patch of black hair leading past his belt buckle, and you follow it blindly.

“Mo dhia, don't stop.” You obeyed him, slowly tracing him through the fabric of his briefs. Stroking and teasing, you gulped at the realization that he was bigger than you expected. As you continue to palm him, he whimpers out words you don’t understand, but you know must be his native tongue.

“Mo chroí, I need you. Need you more than anything.” Instead of answering, your hand that has been tugging at his hair, clasps around his neck to pull his lips down to yours. Grinning into the kiss, you pull him out of his briefs so you can slowly start pumping him. He groans against your lips as you wipe your palm over his leaking tip to add wetness while you stroke him. 

Remmick forces himself to pull away from the warmth of your body. “Can’t wait, mo chroí.” He whines as he pulls his remaining clothes off, leaving him bare above your scantly clad form. Watching you with loving eyes, Remmick slowly lifts the dress from your figure before tossing it aside with his clothes.

“So beautiful. Imma’ make us one,” he begins as he parts your thighs with his strong hands. “Is that what ya’ want, sugar? Wanna be joined with me forever?" There is tenderness in his voice, his weeping cock is lined at your entrance, but he holds himself back waiting for your titillating voice to answer him.

“Forever,” you keen as he pushes into you. Slowly intertwining the two of you, inch by inch. He bottoms out, kissing the tears that fall from your eyes. You didn’t realize you were crying, you weren't in pain, but in a way, you were.

You never knew what it meant to be connected so deeply with someone; you watched from the outside as Annie and your friends fell deeply in love and had those feelings reciprocated. Sure, you loved Benny, but that was merely acceptance and contentment. This, this was passion like you’d never known, yet you could feel the weight of your love being returned in full. His heartbeat against your chest was proof.

“Fuck, I-I gotta move now, sugar.” You nod feverishly, begging him to. Slowly, you feel emptiness within you, only to be hit with simmering pleasure as Remmick thrusts back into you, hitting a pleasure point that pulls a moan from your throat. He smiles, fangs and all, as he attempts to recreate that same movement.

You whimper dumbly against his neck as he snaps his hips into you, his lone hand that does not hold him above you, trails down your body until he finds that special spot on top of your pussy. With every sensual thrust, he rubs your clit with an equally strong pressure. 

The intoxicating throbbing of Remmick moving perfectly within you leaves your skin tingling. He attempts to place loving kisses along your neck, but they are sloppy, needier than expected. As he rests his sweating head against your chest, he notices the way your breasts rise and fall and how your nipples press into his chest with every lift. Gently, he leaves your swollen clit to focus on tracing the hardened peaks. He squeezes your breast, delighting in the way your flesh spills from his hands. You grasp at his hair, squeezing hard enough to make him mewl into your neck.

“Táim i ngrá leat.” The pressure in your stomach unravels like a ball of yarn. You feel him and nothing else, the world falls beneath your feet as you call his name until your throat hurts. Remmick whispers those words, over and over again, grinding into you until you feel him spasming within you. He cries into your neck, your name falls from his tongue, a desperate prayer. Your body goes limp within his arms, he holds you as you collapse. 

“Ya’ okay, pretty baby?” Remmick whispers as he pulls out of you, his hot spend flooding out of you and coating your trembling thighs. The ringing in your ears stops, letting in the loving tone of Remmick's deep voice. His strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you on top of him as he relaxes into your bed. His hands trace circles into your hip bones while he hums a familiar tune. The very song you sang the night you found him.

“Those words, tim leat or somethin’, ya’ said it before. What’s it mean?” You rest your arms around his shoulders, twirling his dark curls with your fingers. He nudges your forehead with his own, lovingly bumping into you as his humming quiets down. Your eyes meet.

“I am in love with you.” It’s a statement, an answer, and a promise all wrapped into one sentence. Remmick smiles when your eyes water, his fangs poking out from behind his kiss swollen lips. You repeat his words, whispering them over and over as Remmick chastely kisses your temple. 

“I’m in love with ya, too.” You giggle as his stubble tickles the side of your face. Leo meows at the door, not entering the room but making his presence known. In a whirlwind, Remmick pulls the violet blankets until they cover your nude bodies. Only then do you call Leo into the room. He lands on the bed with a thump, takes one look at the two of you, then curls up with a huff. His disinterest makes both of you laugh, curling up into each other's arms again as you plot how to tell Annie the truth without giving her an aneurysm.

[the-trash-site]

My favourite type of fanfiction at the moment has been 'y/n is reincarnated into fandom to save the characters from canon!'. (currently mainly reading for JJK and MHA as that's what I'm obsessed with.) There's something so pure about the plot and how the author has fun with it. With scenes where yn is lowkey simping or the actual character of the fandom being dorky.

I think the appeal (besides the amazing writing and passion given into each chapter of these fanfic, rec list below) of this is how straightforward it can be. You already know the characters, you know the canon. All you learn when first reading is what ability you get and how you fit within the world. Which is usually attending the school or growing up with the character.

But mostly, what I love is seeing the butterfly effect and the new dynamics it can create. But lately, I can't help but wonder about a fanfic that has the vibe of 'careful what you wish for'. And seeing what ripples that could make. (I write mostly of JKK and MHA but these ideas could be apply to AOT or Demon Slayer or any other fandom.)

I find it hilarious if instead, the y/n is older than the main group. Imagine being the milf/dilf of MHA. Being the same age as All Might or old enough to adopt characters like Shigaraki.

Or being the in-between age of Deku and the teachers. Where your options are; hanging out with the League of Villains, working hard asf to be a top hero to be around Hawks/the plot. Or becoming a teacher/assistant to watch over class 1A to change canon. I mean, what else are you meant to do in your early twenties? You literally have to force yourself into the plot lol

Oh, you have a favourite character, like Nanami, Gojo or Choso you want to meet? Here you go, a new life as their child! (probably be a sibling for Choso lol) Oh you met you wanted to rizz them up and treat them right? Nope, sorry, you're forced to tag along and face any challenges that would come as being a child to a; Jujutsu sorcerer/ the strongest/ a half-curse spirit.

Oh, this time you specified the thought of being dating/married to Aizawa/Geto/Toji as you died? Kinda weird but here you go! Your new life as their spouse! But only, you don't gain memories from this new life, as you only remember about the canon. Don't mind the grief and odd looks the character is giving you, their amnesia darling. It's not like you can't remember the wedding you two shared. (for maximum angst, they have the kids and you're just clueless about being a parent and saving the canon. yikes)

Okay, but what if you get super lucky? You get to be with the main character and do real help! Everything is fine in JJK but Sukuna is dead set on killing you. Every chance he gets, he uses until he kills you. But it's only after he brought you back that you learn it's because he actually loves you. After all, you're the reincarnated of his reincarnated dead wife. (not confusion at all, lol) He was just pissed that you dead centuries ago and couldn't have the life you two planned. It was his way of getting even. Definitely not annoying when trying to save characters.

Okay, for real now. Everything is perfectly fine...But what's this? Yuji and Izuku are actually yandere for you? Oh, that wouldn't change canon that much, right?

Anyway, here are my favourites fanfics;

Otherworldy attraction by Kilkyo851 JJK | on AOE and Quotev | multiple pairings | warning: yandere content

Tomorrow's sake by Kilkyo851 JJK | on AO3 and Quotev | multiple pairings

When I catch you Gege by Quinnyundertow JJK | on AOE | multiple pairings

Daybreak by sexy-captain-rexy (smolkatsudon) Star wars | poly Obi-Wan, Anakin Skywalker and reader pairing| on AOE

Promise: Thorin x Fíli x reader Hobbit | love angle with true pairing haven't been shown | on AOE (this one is interesting as reader has more visions than knowledge from media.)

Changing History [MHA! Various F!Reader] by summerblack | MHA | on Qoutev

The Future's Keeper [MHA!Various x F!Reader] by summerblack | MHA | on Quotev

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Be Mine - Chapter 2

Summary: With work out of the way for the time being, you’re able to spend your time on more interesting things.

Warnings: Minor Language, Sexual tension

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Work consumes you in the following weeks, leaving you confined to either your office at the company or your office at home.

Aside from the needed breaks to eat and shower, all of your time is taken up.

The non white collar aspect of your work had your head very deep in the books. Despite having numerous people running the business of your other establishments you still very much had to manage the finances of all of them. It was up to you to decide how to spend the money that was coming in, between paying all your people and allocating the appropriate amount of funds to each business, you were swamped.

The very legal business you were running saw to it that you had endless paperwork and video call meetings to handle, which led to consulting with your CFO and, at times, members of your board of directors. Kissing their asses was nowhere on the list of things you enjoyed doing at work but you did what needed to be done to continue prospering in all your business ventures.

“Miss Udaku I assure you, you have my full backing. The clowns who oversee my international relations aren’t always the brightest.” Your tone remains smooth, a charming smile thrown in to help assuage the Wakandan woman’s frustrations.

Hard brown eyes remain narrow, the woman leaning back against her sleek leather office chair with her arms crossed. After a pause her accented voice speaks up,“ if they don’t know how to handle things I would rather not go through them in our future dealings.”

You nod,“ I will send you my personal contacts as soon as possible. No middlemen, you will always speak directly with me.”

That seems to chip away at the attitude she had when she first called. A curt nod is given to you as her shoulders relax in the slightest.“ Their little run around game has set my operations back by weeks.”

“I understand, and I apologize for that.” Your hands clasp together as you lean forward on your desk.“ I am more than willing to offer my finances and resources to you. I believe a good friend of mine has some prototypes that would be of good use to you and your project.”

“Prototype of what?” Her voice holds controlled intrigue and you know you’ve gotten her exactly where you need her.

Your gaze shifts from the monitor on your wall to the door as it opens, Steve stepping in with two cups in hand. The instant the slightest whiff of the caffeine in the cup hits your nose, you nearly groan.

Before you get lost in your need for caffeine, you focus on the woman on your monitor.“ Nano tech. Top of the line and very exclusive.”

She’s silent. Then she smirks.“ How soon can you get it to me?”

“Three days tops. I’ll make sure it’s more than a big enough sample.” You assure, giving her a smile that she returns.

A few minutes are spent hashing out the finer details of the deal but she’s satisfied with it in the end, so you hang up feeling accomplished.

With a heavy sigh, you collapse back onto your couch. Steve crosses the room and hands the coffee cup over, watching as you take a long sip and drop your head back.

“Long day huh boss?” Steve drops back into the armchair beside the couch.

You huff, finally opening your eyes then nodding.“ I had to convince Xu Xialing not to terminate our contract and just finished talking Shuri Udaku out of looking elsewhere for a partnership. Between the two, my INT. department is completely fucking up. Now I’m going to have to kiss Stark’s ass to get my hands on a sample of Nano tech.”

“Good luck with that.” Steve snorts, knowing how difficult the billionaire could be. His massive ego and sarcasm is mainly to do with that, otherwise he’s not as much of a pain.

Sighing, you take another sip of coffee just as your phone pings. It’s no doubt just a notification reminding you of yet another meeting, one probably less important than the ones you’ve already had today but still something that you planned to handle.

You get up to go check it, finding that it’s exactly what you thought it was. It’s a pitch meeting. Technically speaking, you could have whatever presentation there is sent to you or you can send your assistant and she could handle taking notes for you and you could go over them at home tonight or tomorrow.

“You know,” Steve pipes up, turning in the chair a little,“ Buck wanted us to swing by tonight.”

“Oh is that so?” Amusement laces your tone.“ I’m almost positive that the invitation was mainly extended to you.”

The blonde can’t deny that, of course his boyfriend wanted to see him. But you’re also his friend and they both love spending time with you. That, however, wouldn’t be quite convincing enough for a workaholic such as yourself.

“True. But he’d still love to see you,” his blue eyes divert to his cup of coffee,“ and I believe a certain redhead is working tonight.”

Now that, that certainly grabbed your attention. Your gaze slowly pans from the papers on your desk to the man sitting across the office. There’s a knowing look on his face that makes your eyebrows raise.“ Do you have something to say, Rogers?”

With a small smirk he says,“ just that I noticed the way you watched her dance. We’ve seen dozens of girls on that stage but none caught your attention quite like she did.” Your jaw drops in the slightest at his words, eyebrows practically shooting into your hairline.“ It’s either her or we drop by the bar and see if the other redhead shows up. I saw you slip her your personal number.”

“Steven,” you pause to come up with a response which just makes him laugh softly,“ I have no clue what you’re talking about.” Is your best comeback.

He snorts, then stands and walks over.“ Come on boss,” a gentle hand lands on your shoulder as he looks down at you,“ time for a break. A real one.” He adds when he sees you about to rebuttal.

The two of you enter a stare down. If you weren’t trying to intimidate him with your glare, you might’ve outright laughed at the situation. The moment reminded you of your earlier days together.

You and Steve have known each other since your freshman year in high school, having met in a class you shared and finding out you had many things in common, the two of you became best friends fairly fast. He was the kind of person you knew would be a lifelong friend and you were right.

Through the years you noticed that you were far more well off money wise than he was. In freshman year of college, his parents passed and his finances got worse. He was struggling to get by and was close to dropping out of school when you had what you deemed the most brilliant idea ever.

At the time, you were a pain in your parents’ asses. You knew of the family business and understood the dangers it presented to you, but you also believed you could handle yourself and you hated having black suited men follow you around campus. This always led to you ditching the bodyguards they assigned to you.

Your idea was for Steve to become your bodyguard. You trusted him with your life already and he wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb in school, your parents also saw him as a son so that was a plus. It was considerably easy to convince them with the promise of behaving added to your request.

Steve was soon trained by your parents’ best guards and has been your guard ever since. The two of you have gone through more life or death situations than most best friends but those moments only drew you closer. In between those scenarios, were the ones such as this, the two of you trying to convince each other to do something.

This time around, it’s Steve who wins your stare down.

“Alright, fine. We can go see your boyfriend.” You grumble, shutting your laptop and collecting your stuff before following a smiling Steve out of the office.

On your way down to the car, Steve’s idle chatter fading to the background, your mind wanders to the topic of conversation in your office.

Steve was absolutely right. Since the moment you saw her step on stage, Natasha has been in your head.

Her attitude towards you wasn’t surprising, she no doubt dealt with a bunch of rich assholes all day and wasn’t impressed in the slightest that you owned the club. Your charm might not have meant much either. It seemed you got her with your comment on her eyes though, but you just chalk that surprise up to the fact that she’s probably used to sexual compliments on her body rather than genuine ones regarding anything else.

Yes, you did admire her body because she’s drop dead gorgeous. But you especially couldn’t get the image of those green eyes and that little smirk out of your head. The sound of her sultry voice also plagued you, it being something you wanted to hear again.

Alongside her was the redhead from the piano bar, Wanda. She too was gorgeous, but her looks weren’t the focus of your thoughts on her. She was also mysterious, maybe even more so than Natasha. Her marriage failed and she seems to like strawberry margaritas, and that’s all you knew. You want to know more but the likelihood of her ever calling some random stranger from a bar for “a distraction” was very low.

Work kept you from obsessing over the women, but they crept into your mind whenever the opportunity arose.

A knock on your window startles you from your thoughts. Steve’s expectant expression meets your eyes through the tinted glass and you realize you’d made it to the club, not even sure how’d you gotten into the car with the way you were so lost in thought.

Throwing the door open, you get out, adjusting your suit jacket and the collar of your shirt.

“Everything okay?” Steve asks, brows pinched together.

You respond with,“ just peachy,” delivering a slap to his arm before you make your way towards the club.

The place is much more packed tonight, which is expected with it being a Friday evening. Much like last time, music plays from the speakers scattered around the building, dim lights add to the ambience.

Bucky is quick to approach and you give him a greeting, falling into brief idle catch up before you b-line for the bar, leaving the two men to their alone time.

The bartender is quick to approach, taking your drink order and making it along with a few other cocktails. Once you have the whiskey sour, you turn to the stage. One of the new girls is gyrating and twerking to a fast paced song, the men surrounding the stage throw cash and shout vulgarly at her.

A roll of your eyes accompanies a sigh. Crossing the floor, you plop down onto the cushions of a luxurious leather couch in the corner. It’s no better than the couch in your office but the change of scenery does. . . something, so you sink into the couch, head laid back with your eyes closed.

It’s far from silent here and the chatter gets louder when Bucky and Steve join you in your section. The shift of music suggests a change in dancers and the type of music lets you know you won’t be much interested in who is on stage.

With the occasional sip of your drink and an eventual refill, you unwind in the slightest. A waitress comes by and you hear Steve place an order, your ideal meal from here being listed among the others.

As you’re sitting there, a part of you wishes you’d just gone home. Your bed would be a million times comfier, you might’ve actually fallen asleep. Steve might not have agreed though, knowing that you somehow would have made your way into your office.

The thought of going home is quickly dashed when a familiarly sultry voice sounds from above you.

“You look stressed sugar, want a dance?” Her voice is accompanied by the feeling of her hand trailing up your arm to your shoulder.

Smirking, you crack your eyes open to look at the redhead standing right in front of you. When you lift your head, face no longer bathed in darkness, you can see the way she falters ever so slightly: smirk replaced by a small frown of surprise.

Purposely, you wait to respond, using that time to both drink in her appearance and make her sweat a little.

“Now that you mention it, I’d love a dance.” Your hand lifts, palm facing up, waiting to see if she’ll take it.

Her hand smoothly slips into yours and she shifts to hold it properly. Standing up, you let her guide you away from the section, eyes catching onto the sway of her hips.

The private rooms are down the hallway parallel to the one occupied by the staff/office area. It’s a slight shift in scenery: the walls aren’t as dark, the lights a little brighter, and the music more seductive than raunchy.

Natasha takes you into one of the rooms, the curtain being drawn shut after you’ve both entered. The back wall is curved, a plush black sectional fitting perfectly into the space. In the middle of the semi-circular sectional is a golden pole, sitting on a platform underneath a ring of light.

The redhead raises an expectant eyebrow at you, with a chuckle you walk over to the couch and sit down, spreading your legs as your eyes roam over the room.

“I’m surprised it took you so long to come back.” Comes her voice, making you look at her with blatant shock.

Shifting to sit up straighter, you ask,“ and why is that?”

With a shrug to appear nonchalant, she presses a few buttons on the panel on the wall, plunging the room in a dark red light as she responds,“ this is your business. And with the way some of the girls spoke about you, you’re here often.”

A light chuckle falls from your lips, head shaking.“ Often huh?” You then stand and cross over to the bar cart to fix two drinks.“ What exactly is often meant to mean?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs again, trying not to look awkward as she steps onto the small platform to wait by the pole,“ one a week maybe.”

You nod.“ Well I certainly don’t come often. This isn’t my only business and even if it were, I trust Bucky and Melina to run things without me hovering.”

Turning back, you allow a small frown to fall over your features. Admittedly, her expecting you to actually want a dance is fair, given that’s what you said. But in truth, that’s not what you accepted her offer for.

“You don’t have to,” setting the glasses on the table, you hold your hand out to her,“ dance I mean.” She hesitates, eyes narrowed suspiciously.“ Don’t get me wrong, I’d enjoy watching you, but I really said yes so that we could talk.”

“What, are you going to fire me?” She remains on the platform, watching you as if your response will determine if she takes your hand or not.

Shaking your head, you tell her,“ not at all. I just- our first meeting left me curious, I want to know you, Natasha.”

As you partly expected, the denial of you firing her results in her taking your hand and allowing you to guide her to the couch. The two of you sit, drinks in hands seconds later. While she remains upright, back perfectly straight against the back cushion, you tuck one leg under yourself, uncaring of the wrinkles the position will cause in your suit.

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything,” is your immediate and honest response, followed by a sip of your drink.“ But perhaps we could start with whatever your willinging to share.”

You certainly never missed her hesitance toward you, attributing that to her not trusting you or your intentions. She’s likely met many men in a position such as yours who had very clear intentions that were far from what yours are. She’s probably heard a million and one lies from people trying to get something from her that she wasn’t happy with giving. If she’s anything like the other girls, she has every reason to question people.

“I’m 30 years old, I live in Manhattan-”

“Okay, okay, maybe we can try something I didn’t read in your employment file. Like uh, what is your favorite song?”

The inconsequential question makes her laugh quietly. Head shaking, she tells you,“ at the moment, I’ve been kind of obsessed with Cheap Thrills.”

“By Sia?”

“That’s the one,” the smile she gives is borderline shy.“ I like the beat and it puts me in a good mood.”

When you smile, there’s nothing but genuineness in it. So much so that Natasha cracks a real smile for the first time.

Shifting closer, her knee brushes against yours, as she leans her shoulder against the back of the couch.“ What’s yours?” Green eyes shine slightly with intrigue.

You laugh softly and answer honestly,“ I’ve been a little obsessed with Something Just Like This by the Chainsmokers.”

“Ooo, I really like that one.” In a completely unexpected display of how much she likes the song, Natasha begins to softly sings the lyrics of one of your favorite songs.

As if you weren’t fully captivated by her before, your jaw slackens and your eyebrows raise in the slightest, every shred of your attention now solely devoted to watching and listening to her sing. If anyone else were in the room, they would say you full on had heart eyes while looking at the woman.

Her singing voice is soft but still carries the heaviness that her speaking voice has.

Whatever metaphorical spell she casted on when you first saw her dancing, you fall further under it at this moment.

A knock from the other side of the curtain pulls you out of your reverie and stops Natasha from singing. Both your gazes snap to the offending sound and, admittedly annoyed at being interrupted, you bark out a,“ what?”

“We gotta go boss, it’s urgent.” Comes the voice of Steve.

Cursing, you tell him you’ll be right out, before you down the rest of your drink and stand. Natasha follows suit, setting her glass on the table and adjusting her set.

Not wanting to just walk out, you turn to her.“ I’ll likely be too busy to come back this week but I’d still like to see you again, soon.”

Gazing at her expression makes you frown slightly as it appears to revert to what it was before you came in here together, her walls are back up and her skepticism has returned.

“Look, Natasha,” the way her name rolls off your tongue has green eyes snapping to yours unwaveringly,“ I understand your reluctance to believe me when I say that I want to get to know you. This place has a certain clientele and unfortunately, the men who frequent here are a dime a dozen-”

“And you aren’t?” Her tone is clipped but you don’t let it deter you.

“Not at all.”

She lets out a disbelieving huff.“ So, you’re not looking for some way younger than you, blonde little thing that you can take to all your important events and show off?” She challenges.

“Definitely not. Flaunting has never been my thing, I’m quite selfish in that way,” you admit, slipping your hands into your pockets.“ When I find a remarkable work of art, I buy it and keep it to myself.”

One of her perfectly arched brows quirks up.“ So you wish to buy me?”

You can’t help but chuckle at that. You certainly didn't think getting her to believe you would be easy and you were right in thinking so.“ No. My only wish is to earn your time, your trust, your respect. And prove myself worthy of keeping it.”

It’s clear that your words take her by surprise, even though she clearly tries to hide it. For the first time in minutes, her gaze drops from yours.“ How would you earn it?”

“Well, I could tell you but given that my words don’t hold much weight with you as of yet, I’d prefer to show you.” Slightly tilting your head down, you catch her eye, offering a small smile.“ I just need one chance.”

Another knock sounds, more urgently and you huff, knowing you can’t stay any longer. You’re sure that, given another minute or two, you’d be able to sway her.

Just before you draw the curtain, she speaks up.“ Lunch, tomorrow at 1, the bistro over on 5th.”

“I’ll be there at 12:45.” You respond, shooting a wink over your shoulder at her.

Due to your back being turned, you don’t see the little smile that Natasha pulls.

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Let's Play a Game -`✮´- Part 2

Young and in the club scene due to the family business, you meet an up-and-coming rapper who calls himself Thanos. As the two of you become deeply embedded in the dark world of fame, money, and drugs, you begin to wonder if you can make it out alive. Pre-games, during the games, and post-games Thanos/Choi Su-bong x fem!reader

Chapter Warnings: Club setting, moderate drinking, reader’s dad kinda sucks, reader’s mom is dead, discussion of childhood trauma (including parent with addiction, overdose, death of a parent, physical/verbal abuse), hurt/comfort, pet names galore, dialogue spoken in English is written in bold italics, 3.2k words

Part 1 Masterlist

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The next evening you arrive at the club before opening, anxious, hungry, and on four hours of sleep. Unfortunately, you know this scenario all too well. Most days are like this for you, but that just comes with the lifestyle. 

You are, however, a bit more anxious than normal. The reason why you got less sleep than normal is because a certain underground rapper plagued your thoughts. He was like no one you had ever met before. The many men you met over the last couple years mainly wanted to take advantage of you, so you swore to stop giving anyone a chance. Your father and brothers had even told you that you would never meet a decent man at the club. Now you were questioning everything you had ever believed all over a guy who got his stage name from a purple alien. 

Su-bong had been so sweet, yet persistent, last night that you were sure he would come back and prove that he was interested in more than some baseless sex or money. After leaving the club last night, you began to worry. What if you played too hard to get? What if he never came back and you never saw him again? The thought made your mind race and your stomach turn. 

Your first task of the night was to approach the front bouncers and make sure that Su-bong could get into the club if he showed up. Your heart drops when you get to their station and see that none of the bouncers were here the night before–meaning that none of them would recognize Su-bong. You approach anyway, determined to not let this be the reason that your plan fails. 

“Hi, I have someone that I need to make sure gains entry tonight. Someone who isn’t on my usual list.” You smile sweetly to cover up your nervousness. 

“Sure, Miss Social. What is her name?” The bouncer asks, expecting it to be another one of your girl friends. 

“Um, his name is Choi Su-bong, but he might go by Thanos.” 

The bouncer looks at you through a quirked eyebrow as he writes the information down on his clipboard. “Right… and do you have a picture of him?”

“Well, no.” You frown. “But he’s tall, dark hair, brown eyes-”

“Sorry, but that describes most of the guys who come through here. I really need a picture to be able to spot him in the line.” 

You sigh, then pull out your phone for your last ditch effort. You type Thanos into instagram and scroll through a couple profiles until you find the one that is indisputably his. Tapping on a picture that clearly shows his face, you hold it up to the bouncer eye level. He quirks his eyebrows at you yet again and uses his own phone to snap a picture. “Your dad know about this?”

“No, and if you don’t tell him I can give you an extra day's pay on your next paycheck.” 

The bouncer pretends to lock his lips and throw away the key and you excuse yourself. With step one done, now you need to ask a favor from your father without tipping him off. You find him upstairs in his office typing away on his computer. 

“Hi, Appa,” you say, entering the room cautiously. 

“Hi, Sweetheart,” he responds absentmindedly without looking up from his computer. 

You sit on the edge of his desk. “You know that new rapper guy the other night was pretty good…” You continue when the only acknowledgement your father gives is a mhm. “I was thinking maybe we could add him to our line up permanently, or at least for a while.”

“I don’t know, Princess. Our schedule is already pretty booked. Plus I don’t want to take more out of our budget to pay a rapper that no one even knows.”

For once you’re glad your father isn’t paying attention to you so that he misses the massive eye roll you give. You know very well that the budget is more than okay. “Appa, it would just be a very small amount of money, and he would still only have that fifteen minute slot. It’s not much, but then when he makes it big we could say that he got his start here.”

Your father considers for a minute. “Okay, whatever you think is best.”

“Thank you, Appa!” You hop off the desk and lean down to give your father a hug, He reciprocates the hug and gives you a kiss on the forehead all without tearing his eyes away from his stupid fucking computer. 

Back downstairs, you help around until open to calm your nerves. Once people start trickling in you keep your eyes peeled, hoping to catch a glance of a tall and handsome rapper. After an hour you feel a pit form in your stomach. He probably wasn’t coming back. Why would he? 

You wipe a stray tear from your eye and head to the bar to find something to do. There’s no point in crying over a guy you met one time. “Do you need any help?” you ask the head bartender. 

“V.I.P. table three just put in a big order. Think you can take it to them?”

She loads a tray up with several drinks and you carefully maneuver your way through the crowd to the V.I.P. table. As you pass out their drinks, several of the men’s hands linger against yours for longer than comfortable. You pull away and ignore their seductive smiles that they’ve been giving you for years now, even before you were of legal age. 

You shudder as you walk away, when all of a sudden you feel a pair of hands grab you by the waist and pull you into them. You’re about to throw a punch before you hear your favorite deep voice in your ear. “You miss me, baby?”

You turn around in his grasp and place your arms around his neck when he doesn’t break his grasp on your waist. “You came back.” 

“Of course I did. I was promised the phone number of the prettiest girl in all of Seoul.” You blush and he continues. “I was a bit worried I wasn’t going to be able to get in with how long the line was and how exclusive this place is, but right after I got in line the bouncer found me and told me I was on Miss Social’s special entry list. He even had a picture of me and everything. You stalking my Instagram now, baby?”

“It was either that or you weren’t getting in.” You playfully roll your eyes. “Let’s get some drinks and go sit down somewhere. I need to talk to you.”

He follows after you with his hand on the small of your back. “Is that a good talk to you or a bad talk to you?” 

You giggle at the slight worry on his face. “Good.” 

You find another secluded couch in the back of the club. Here the lights are dim, casting shadows across your features. Between the seclusion and the darkness, you feel like you are the only two here despite the music blasting throughout the building. He helps you sit first before joining you. He slides his body right up against yours, and this time you just let yourself relax. Su-bong rests his arm across the back of the couch behind you, his eyes looking straight into your soul. 

“So… how would you feel about performing here every night?” 

“That would be a dream come true.”

“Well, then I guess your dream came true.” You smile at him and his eyes grow wide when he realizes that you’re being serious. 

“What? How?”

You shrug. “I pulled some strings.” 

He brushes a piece of hair away from your face. “I knew you’d be my good girl.” 

He places a hand against your cheek and you welcome the comfort. You lean into his hand and the two of you look at each other through heavy-lidded eyes. You feel at peace, for once, until you see a familiar face heading toward you. 

“Holy shit, it’s my dad!” In your fear and haste to put space between you two, you accidentally shove Su-bong away harsher than you meant to. You see a flash of hurt on his face, but he acts nonchalantly anyway. 

Your father finally lays eyes on you as he approaches. “There you are, Angel! Been looking all over for you.” Confusion spreads across his features when he sees Su-bong. “Who’s this?”

You clear your throat, worried about getting caught. “Appa, this is Su-bong. He’s the new rapper I was telling you about…” 

“Hmm, nice to meet you.” Your father throws his hand up for him to shake. Su-bong doesn’t miss a beat as he shakes your father’s hand, but you see his other hand nervously fiddling with his vape under the table. 

Your father looks toward you. “I’m thinking about going home early tonight. It’s a pretty quiet night in terms of crowd and I think the rest of the staff have it handled. Let me drive you home.”

“No, Appa, I will just come home later-”

“Angel, I drove you here, I'm going to drive you home.” You begrudgingly start to stand. “Let me drive your friend home too.” 

“Oh, no, sir…” Su-bong tries to decline the offer. “It’s fine, really.”

“Well you took the subway, right?” Your father says to Su-bong, a hint of judgement in his tone that you don’t like. 

“Yeah, but-” 

“Then let me save you the trip.” 

Your father urges you out of the booth with a hand on your arm. You shoot Su-bong an apologetic look, but you’re forced to walk through the club. Once you reach the crisp air of the outside world, you’re surprised to see Su-bong still with you. You uncomfortably wait for the driver to pull around. When the black car approaches, your dad holds the back door open for you and Su-bong to slide into. Your father sits in the front seat, his aura making the atmosphere tense. Su-bong gives his address and the car goes into motion. 

You stay silent throughout the car ride, mostly staring out the window at the night lights of Seoul. The car stops sometime later outside of an apartment building. Su-bong thanks your father for the ride, and you turn to him before he exits the vehicle. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

He turns to you and gives you a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. You watch him head up the stairs to the apartment then throw your head in your hands. He didn’t get your number again and your dad acted like an asshole and probably scared him off. Now he definitely wasn’t coming back. 

You wait to say anything until you get home to spare the driver from having to be involved. You can tell your father is doing the same. Once at home, you storm inside the large house and try to make a beeline for your room, but your father stops you. 

“You don’t need to be talking to this boy.” 

“You just had to ruin everything, didn’t you?” 

“So he is your boyfriend?” 

“No!” You shout, anger pent up inside you. “But he’s the only friend I’ve made that I’m actually sure isn’t just using me to gain something! And you had to be rude to him because he wasn’t born into a rich family like I was.”

Your father sighs. “Friend or not you just don’t need to be talking to boys, Princess.” 

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The next evening Su-bong shows up again by some miracle. Since he’s performing, he gets there early and you make a beeline for him. You reach to give him a hug, to apologize, but he backs away. You recoil, your face downtrodden. 

“Just don’t want to get you in trouble with your dad again.” 

“He doesn’t come down that often,” you say. 

“He did last night.” 

“That was different-” you plead, but he cuts you off. 

“Just don’t want your dad to think poorly about you the way my dad always thought about me.” 

You look down. You didn’t know that about his dad. You feel fat tears welling up in your eyes at the enormous complexity of the situation–you’re angry at your father, you feel guilty about making Su-bong feel like he’s the problem, and you don’t want to lose Su-bong before you even have him. “Can we talk more? I know a place.”

He follows your lead until you enter an unlabeled room. When you first walk in there’s box-filled shelves, but at the back lies a giant bean bag and some blankets. 

“What is this?” Su-bong asks. 

“Storage closet I guess. I don’t think anyone has used it in a long time. When I was sixteen I found it and put the bean bag in. Don’t get me wrong I love the atmosphere here, but coming here every single night of your life can get a bit tiresome at times.”

“Your dad is freakishly overprotective of you, but he let you start coming here when you were sixteen?” 

You laugh bitterly. “My nanny retired when I was sixteen. I don’t think he wanted to hire another one.” 

“You had a nanny at sixteen?” 

“I’m surprised I don’t still have a nanny,” you say. “Don’t get me wrong, I love my dad very much. I’m thankful for the life I’ve been given, but I wish he would give me a little space. He’s just trying to keep a tighter rein on me than he kept on my mom.” 

“Did she leave?” He asks cautiously. 

“She left this planet,” you say, then backtrack when you see his bewildered expression. “It’s okay, it was almost ten years ago.”

Su-bong’s encouraging eyes urge you to go on and you spill your guts. You tell him everything. You tell him about how you were an accident, your brothers much older than you. You tell him that your father was too committed to his job and your brothers too busy with school or work or girlfriends to ever be around. It was just you and Mom for the first part of your life. But being so close meant that she didn’t hide the most secret part of her life–the part that no one else bothered to notice. Day after day you watched your mother pop more and more pills. Our secret she would whisper. You didn’t quite understand what the pills did, but you knew they hurt her. So you would grab them by the handful and flush them down the toilet or bury them in a flower pot. But they always came back. One night you cuddled up to watch a movie and watched her eat them like candy. Our secret she whispered right before you fell asleep curled against her body. When you awoke in the early hours of the morning, her body was cold, her eyes glossy. You hit at her chest and screamed at her but you knew it was no use. Before you called your father you frantically ran throughout the giant house collecting all of her stashes and throwing them out. When the police questioned your father they asked if she had an addiction. No, I never saw anything he said back to them. What about you, Angel? You looked the police officer and your father in the eyes and said you never saw a thing.

You look over at Su-bong with a sad smile. “You have no idea how good that feels to get off my chest to someone I can trust.”

He rubs circles on your back and leans the two of you back on the beanbag, entangling your legs together. Then, he tells you everything. He tells you about how his family was good once upon a time, until his father started guzzling whiskey by the bottle. Then he started being mean to both Su-bong and his mother. Nothing about them was good enough. Then the physical abuse started, and it didn’t end until they ran away one night after he passed out. 

You lie there in the bean-bag that is definitely too small for the two of you for quite a while. Just fingers tracing shapes on thighs, backs, arms. Eventually you know that it’s time to go so he can perform. But you turn to him seriously first, “I don’t want this to end. I like talking to you. Can’t we just hide from my dad?” 

He pulls you to your feet. “Course, good girl.”

He performs. It’s brief but you’re right there the whole time in the front row soaking it all in. After his performance you dance together, then order way too many drinks and head up to your secret spot. By the end of the night you’re both pretty drunk and you finally remember that he still doesn’t have your number. 

“My phone has been dead for hours, Sweetheart.”

“Why does something happen at the end of every night that prevents you from getting my number?” You whine. 

“I’ll just remember it!” 

You groan. It’s nearly four in the morning, he’s drunk, and there’s no way he’ll remember your number until he can get home and charge his phone. But you tell him anyway. 

The following day you awake still tired, as usual. You’re dragging yourself and your blanket to the living room to relax on the couch for a bit when you see a message on your phone. What time does my princess wake up? Need to know when to send good morning… I mean good afternoon texts.

You’re absolutely beaming. You can’t believe he managed to remember your number. The next hour is spent texting him nonstop and not even trying to hide the smile on your face. You feel like a high-schooler again, even though high school wasn’t that long ago. 

“Who the hell are you talking to and smiling that big?” 

You smack a hand over your heart. “Jesus, Tae, you scared me!” 

Your brother walks into the living room holding a bowl of cereal in his hands. He’s still quite a bit older than you, but he is the sibling closest in age to you, so you have always been closest to him. He doesn’t live at home anymore, so you weren’t expecting him.

“So? Who you talking to?”

You roll your eyes. “My friends.”

“Those fake ass friends? Yeah, you totally smile like that when talking to them,” he says sarcastically. He snatches the phone from your hands and reads your screen with big eyes. You try to yank the phone back but it’s too late. “Su-bong with a heart emoji?!” 

“Give it back! He’s just my friend.” You snatch the phone from him and bury it in your blanket to protect it from getting stolen again. 

“Holy shit, isn’t that the rapper you just hired on at The Social? You realize Dad is gonna kill him, right?” 

“I’m nineteen, almost twenty. I’m allowed to talk to a guy if I want to. Besides, Dad’s not gonna kill him,” you say sternly. “Because you are not going to tell him.”

“So that Dad can kill me when he finds out that I knew and didn’t tell him? Yeah, no way.” 

“When you were my age I covered for you for far worse things. Just let me have this one thing, for once in my life.” 

He looks at you weird and you realize that you’re genuinely pleading with him. “Fine, whatever. Just don’t get all weird and emotional on me.” 

He walks off and you clutch your phone to your chest. Just let me have this one thing, you ask the universe. 

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WARNINGS: use of y/n, language, erm very vague implication of getting a boner lmao. the series itself will contain smut fluff and angst ⋆𐙚

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prev parts: INTRO

CHAPTER 1 || moon song

CHRIS' POV

"hi," she speaks softly, my entire body relaxing just from the sound of her voice.

holy fuck.

|| EARLIER ||

READER POV

the drive up to chris' house was the most anxiety inducing yet. it's been the longest gap of seeing him since we met - a month of not seeing him in person or even texting. he knows I'm alive. he's parked outside my house every few nights, peering out his car window into my house - the dark outside making me visible through the net curtains.

of course I feel bad. it's not his fault at all. I think the fact I quit my job at the café and began working on my art from home, meant that my fear of the outside got even worse. I don't ever need to leave the house - chris and his brothers are essentially my only friends, my family all off in a different state so only they have to deal with it.

I know matt understands it. that's why I'm more likely to pick up his calls or see him. Nick is happy to just text me which I find a little easier. chris is just - chris. he's full of love but his love language involves being around people all the time, so it's harder for him to understand how he can be my favourite person but also one of the most overwhelming to be around. I have little energy which extremely contrasts me to him - sometimes he makes me feel like a bad person. what kind of friend am I if I struggle to be around them?

the idea of acting stupid make me wants to curl into a ball a sob while chris sees it as his favourite activity - mainly because it makes me laugh. I love who he is, I just want him to always see me in a positive light, which I could completely shatter if I do something awkward in person.

I park on the street outside their house. hesitant to even turn off the engine.

CHRIS' POV

I have my notifications set with a different alert sound for y/n to everyone else. the sound of it becoming a distant memory every day. I was contemplating driving over - maybe knocking on the door this time. the situation doesn't make me mad, just irritated. I'm used to matt staying home while me and nick go out, so to a certain extent I get it. it just felt as bad as a punch in the face when I saw her hanging out with matt after a week of not seeing me - even though I'd invited her out and she told me she was busy. that was the last time I saw her. I think i must've overreacted - not that I'd admit it to anyone's face.

apart from hers if she asked me to.

ive been pathetic even to the point of staring at photos of her. its insane to me that she can be so perfect, despite her anxieties of the outside world. a part of me is confused on why seeing her pictures is enough satisy my hyperactive brain for hours on end. and a more specific part of me enjoys seeing her pictures a little too much.

the hardest part about her being gone is knowing she'll come back. I get so worked up because she's just not here - but I know she just takes a little time. and that's okay- I guess I just wish I could be the exception. but it turns out matt is.

I get restless nights, headaches and a loss of appetite when she's gone for more than a couple weeks. it's hard to process that without a doubt - seeing her at all, just hearing from her puts me in such a deep state of bliss that I don't even care that she was gone for so long. I just want her here. I need her.

my train of thought is interrupted by an alert on my phone - her alert. I hesitate, thinking I'd imagined it. I hear it a second time and immediately scramble to my bedside table and look at my notifications. as soon as I see her contact name, I open up the chat.

- can I come over?

- im really sorry

my head is whirling around with different thoughts. some of me is irritated that it took this long, mixed with the fact that i was at her house only 6 hours ago, but most of me is desperate just to see her. but I don't want her to know just how desperate I am - I don't want to freak her out.

- doors open

is that too casual? shit.

- I have snacks and stuff but we can do whatever

I sound like a fucking idiot. a couple seconds later (which feel like endless minutes) and she's read the messages. I don't expect her to reply but she somewhat does.

- okay im on my way

I breathe a sigh of relief at the fact she's coming over. then I run to the bathroom at the fact she's coming over. she's about a 20 minute drive away so I have about 25 minutes till she arrives at a push. I try and fix my hair which ends up being a pointless battle. I try and regain focus - tugging off my clothes to get in the shower quickly. my brothers would mock me, which is definitely valid, but I have to look my best. luckily, I shaved this morning when I thought I could convince her to meet up. after the shower, I quickly put on better clothes (ones she said i looked good in - probably a year ago now), fixing my hair a bit more in front of the mirror.

I check the time - it's been 25 minutes. she'll be here in a second. shit shit shit. I sit on the edge of my bed trying to calm my nerves and come up with a game plan for acting normal and not like the down-bad idiot that I have been for the entire month she's been gone.

I decide to let nick and matt know that she's coming over - hopefully preventing possible further embarrassment. I get to nicks door but I can hear his white noise from outside so I know he's already asleep. I head back downstairs to go to matts room. I breathe again - desperate not to sound as nervous as I am, before knocking on his door.

"come in!" I hear matt yell over the sound of his PC.

I push open the door working probably too hard to relax my face.

"um, y/n's coming over by the way" he stares at me with a look of surprise. "I just wanted to let you know."

"y' serious?"

"obviously matt I'm fucking serious. just-" I gesture around with my hands - lost for words. "just fuck off. I don't wanna fuck this up and you'd make that really fucking difficult."

"alright alright - fuck this, fuck that, i get it. watch your mouth and get out, kid." I scoff and shut the door on him.

I peer my eyes over to the staircase and she's stood there looking at me, as perfect as ever.

"hi," she speaks softly, my entire body relaxing just from the sound of her voice.

holy fuck.

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a/n lowkey but also not lowkey who wants a chapter of chris jerking it to the thought of loner!reader coz I DO. I know there wasn't much plot in this one but I'm setting the sceneee and we'll be getting to the good stuff soon - possibly next chapter wink wink . feel free to send ideas and ask me questionssss I'm also up for criticism coz I'm still learning how to write <3

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The other Bronze – Pt. 18 🔞

I just want to put it out there that this chapter contains adult stuff - Minors do not read it!!!

“So violent” G teased as she bit down lightly

“Fuck” a low moan escaped your lips

“Soon” your girlfriend chuckled against your neck

After the elevator doors opened again you stepped outside into the corridor and whistled lowly

���Damn.... even the corridor looks so SO fancy” you looked impressed before you get pushed forward by your girlfriend

“You really want to stand out here and gawk at the corridor while we could do something more satisfying?” Georgia mumbled against the back of your neck using her complete body to push you towards your room

“Oh my... Miss Stanway... what has gotten into you?” you giggled letting her maneuver you down the hallway

“Nothing for a while” your girlfriend murmured which made you grin

“Are we a little desperate?” you chuckled as you checked the room numbers you got pushed past

“I haven't had anytime with my girlfriend in nearly two month” Georgia growled as you finally found your room and you quickly opened the door

“Fuck me...” you breathed out overwhelmed when you entered the room “Wow”

“Damn Sarina” Georgia said behind you shocked “This room is bigger as my flat in Munich”

“It's beautiful” you said in awe as you slowly walked further into the room looking around with wide eyes

“We so going to use of this bed” your girlfriend smirked obviously only one thing in mind

“Get your head out of the gutter...” you said playfully as you went on discovering the room going through a door standing in the bathroom “... okay... we're so going to use that tub”

You looked at the bathtub which was standing right under a big window facing Covent Garden but still private enough so you easily could take a bath without being seen. You stood at the window looking down at the business in which people hushed in and out of the place when you felt a pair of hands on your waist and you immediately leaned backwards into Georgias embrace.

“A bath actually sound wonderful” your girlfriend mumbled against your hair pulling you against her even tighter “You want one?”

“Yeah... please...” you murmured your eyes closing enjoying the closeness the two of you were sharing

“Okay... I'll set it up and get you...” Georgia mumbled against your hair pushing you a little away signaling you to go into the bedroom

You flopped down onto the big King size bed grabbing the remote from the side table and switched on the TV. Of course the first face that greeted you on screen was Alex Scott herself talking about the upcoming games – mainly the Manchester Derby in a few Days. You thought about asking Lucy if you could stay for the game since you had enough people to look out for you. Tooney would always have an eye on you – question was who had an eye on Toons. You chuckled to yourself thinking how Mary literally locked the two of you into different lockers the last time she had to look after you. To your defense it wasn't your fault – nor Tooneys – that there was jello powder in the guests locker room and that all their stuff got all jello-ed when sprinkled them kitbags with water. Leah, Beth and the rest of the Arsenals weren't happy that day. You'll never forget Vivs disgusted face when she pulled one of her socks out of her bag and it was all slimed up. You'd also never forget how Katie McCabe tried to come for you and just slipped and slided around the locker-room since the floor was slimy as well. You learned a lot of Irish curse words that day. The game had to be delayed due to an “accident” with the Arsenal kits and United had to pay a fine since Tooney was involved in your little stunt. Leah was so annoyed with you that she actually signed cutting her throat in your direction before the game started. You on the other hand just laughed loudly and flipped her off. Leila who was there to just say hi to you and to see how you were doing had a field day with all the clips you showed her of Katie McCard and got you the biggest slushy you've ever seen as a treat. She knew that it was part of your healing process and that you indeed were doing better – what didn't stop her from keeping an eye on you. It was pure luck she answered the phone that day. She didn't look who was calling otherwise she wouldn't have answered since it was an unknown number. But thankfully she did answer and the second she heard you crying into the phone that you didn't mean to and you're scared she already had her car keys in her hand on her way out of the door. Leila didn't even cared that she wasn't wearing shoes. She just knew whoever called needed help and that it was up to her to provide that help. Leila kept you on the phone until she was sprinting through the little park seeing you hunched over on a bench. Up to this point she didn't knew who was on the other side of the line but the second she saw your form she knew exactly who you were – the best kept secret in Womens Football. You were Lucy Bronzes baby sister. Leila came to a skirting halt right in front of you her phone on the ground by this point and she knew she had no choice than to make you throw up. So she did what possibly no one would've done – she hauled you up and bend you over standing behind you prying your mouth open and pushing two of her long fingers down your throat until she saw how your body try to reject her digits and if this wasn't enough she sneaked her arm around your torso holding you tightly putting pressure on your stomach so you really started to throw up.

The moment Leila was sure you were somewhat done with emptying your stomach content into the bushes she pulled you upright turning you around to face her. The sight that greeted her broke her heart. You looked so lost, scared and just – Leila would say broken. You realized there and then that it wasn't Hempo who you called and you scrambled away from the strange woman. Leila left you some space talking to you in her at this time broken english assuring you that everything will be okay. Somehow you knew deep inside you that you could trust her and you started to let her come nearer until she was right in front of you again and that second you just broke down crying in her arms. She held you before carefully maneuvering you towards her car asking you if she should call Lucy which set you into a full blown panic attack. Leila immediately retreated into offering to drive you home – which wasn't much better than calling Lucy. So she asked who you wanted to call in the first place and you choked out a “Hempo” and that's what Leila did without any further question. Saying that Hempo freaked out was an understatement. She made Leila driving you straight to hospital while she already texted Mary.

Hospital was the worst part. They immediately shoved a tube down your throat to pump and flush your stomach to make sure to get everything out – you were pretty sure your stomach came out that day too. Keira always said you eat like a bottomless pit and you were fully convinced that's because you didn't have a stomach anymore and it was the hospitals fault. They kept you for supervision but at least you could convince them not calling your emergency contact – which was Lucy of course. Mary promised them she would call someone who would be able to look after you without getting your sister involved. In all honesty all of them were scared that Lucy would find out and she'll wouldn't even need a plane to come back to England to rip them all a new one – she would just use her anger and run above the water like Jesus Bronze. So Mary decided pretty quickly to inform the next best person – Leah Williamson herself. To say Leah nearly crawled through the phone was the understatement of the century. The blonde called her teammate Beth Mead immediately after she hung up with Mary and they basically both jumped into Leahs car and made it to Manchester in just a little more than three hours. After you heard that you just knew that Leah broke basically every existing traffic law – the speeding tickets she received weeks later just proved your point. To be honest you couldn't have asked for a better support than Leah and Meado. Leah decided the second she laid eyes on you in the hospital bed that she would take you home with her – even if she had to fight your parents for it. You looked so pale and small that she had to muster up every strength she had left in her body to not break down crying next to you. That lasted until your eyes fluttered open the next morning and you noticed who sat beside your bed. Leah held your hand in hers loosely but the second she felt you moving just the tiniest bit her eyes snapped up to meet yours.

“I'm sorry” you whispered your throat sore from the events the day before

“Why pumpkin? Why did you do it?” Leah whispered back not wanting to wake up Meado who slept on the small couch in your room

“I... I don't know...” you rasped out

“You're coming home with Beth and me...” the blonde said and you knew you wouldn't have a choice

“Okay” you said defeated

“You don't put up a fight?” Leah asked surprised

“I don't want it to happen again... I want help Leah... I NEED help” you whispered and Leah saw the tears forming in your eyes

“We'll get you all the help you need pumpkin” the blonde promised removing the tears which now ran down your cheeks with her thumb “... we're all gonna help you – I promise pumpkin... whoever you want or need... we're all there”

“Thank you” you choked out

“It's gonna be okay pumpkin... I promise” this time Leah couldn't hold back her own tears before wedging herself next to you into the bed pulling you into her side just holding you tightly while you cry silently into her shoulder

“Hey...” Georgias soft voice pulled you back into the present

“Yeah?” you looked at her a little bit dazed

“Where did you go?” your girlfriend plopped down next to you gently poking your head “I called you four times”

“Back to Manchester...” you mumbled a little bit ashamed

“Manchester?” Georgia asked surprised “You miss home?”

“God no... there's nothing that holds me there... home is where my family is... where you are” you smiled carefully “... back to the time where I...”

“Where you thought it would be a good idea to play pill roulette in the middle of a park?” your girlfriend asked

“Yeah... wasn't a good idea” you said ashamed

“It wasn't... but it's in the past and you can't change it” Georgia said keeping her voice soft “... you just need to promise to never do it again”

“I promise... Leah would probably bring me back from the dead to choke me to death anyway... not worth it..” you tried to crack a joke

“She has to beat me to it then...” G smiled softly “... even if I didn't think you and me would work the way we do... I don't want a world without you.. never ever again”

“You should write that down and reuse it when you propose to me” you chuckled

“Even if I write it down... I'll probably lose it and then I'm fucked...” Georgia smirked pushing her nose into your neck “... I'll just wing that proposal”

“Please don't... I remember the speech you winged the night before Leahs 100 Cap... it was horrible” you laughed

“Excuse you.... I totally rocked that speech” your girlfriend exclaimed shocked

“You started with “100 Caps is not really a big achievement considering your age and how long you already play for the Lionesses”.... not even I would be so stupid to say that” you rolled your eyes laughing

“It was sarcasm” Georgia started to poke your sides knowing you were tickle-ish

“Make a sign next time....” you started to laugh harder

“Stop... G please... stop... I can't” you choked out between laughter

“Say that my speech was amazing” your girlfriend laughed next to you not stopping to tickle you

“It was horrible...” you laughed

“Amazing... you just don't know the definition of amazing” Georgia now moved to straddle you

“I know the definition of amazing perfectly well... look it up... next to amazing is my picture” you smirk

“You wish...” your girlfriend smirked right back “... but if I remember right you called ME amazing not even 24 hours ago”

“Not you....” you grinned “... the things you do to me....”

“There's more where that came from” Georgia husked leaning forward to press a passionate kiss to your lips

It surprised your every time how your girlfriend could switch from thoughtful to goofy to passionate. This time was no difference – it was like she knew what you needed before you knew yourself. It took her mere seconds to change you from being stuck in your own head into a moaning squirming mess. The way she kept you in place, her hands pinning yours into the mattress her weight on upper legs showing you in the most soft way who was in charge just made you feel safe and so SO turned on. You moaned lowly into the kiss making Georgia smirk against your lips.

“Looks like you enjoying yourself” your girlfriend teased after she ended the kiss but made no move her lips millimeters away from yours

“Teeny tiny bit” you panted back

“Just teeny tiny?” Georgia husked against your lips

“Maybe tiny” you gave in

“I think it's more than just tiny...” the blonde grinned her voice teasing

“... I know you Baby – I know how you moan and groan... how you whimper and beg... how you whine and squirm... and how you look and FEEL when you come...” Georgia said her voice now deeper and her eyes nearly black

“Then please...” you begged oh so quietly

“I made us a bath... would be a shame to let it go to waste don't you think?” your girlfriend asked but you know she didn't really asked – it was an information

Just as you thought she got up and off the bed seconds later letting you behind flustered and panting as she walked through the room towards the bathroom.

You watched as your girlfriend got rid of her clothes on the way ready to step into the bathtub. You shamelessly stared at her back how her muscles moved when she reached behind her back to unclasped her bra and threw the garment to the side. You were by far not the religious type but dear jesus this woman had you on your knees praying the “Father our”

You got up not so smooth as Georgia did – nearly falling off the bed as you followed her path now standing into the door that separated the bath- and bedroom

She graciously stepped into the bathtub and sank down in the warm water. You saw in the dim light from the next room how Georgia immediately relaxed and closed her eyes for a minute just soaking the calm and peacefulness in. She opened her eyes again looking at you a slight smirk tugging on the edge if her mouth

“You coming baby?” G asked her voice raspy

“Nuh huh” you nodded looking like an idiot rooted in place just staring at her dumbfounded

“Water is amazing…” your girlfriend held your stare and again her voice deeper as usual

She knew exactly what she was doing to you. That deep husky voice got you ever time. You started to undress yourself by pulling the shirt over your head leaving you in your jeans and a bra. You were by all means not shy about your body – growing up with Lucy definitely help shaping your body and even now you worked out every day so your body wasn’t far off from the players around you. But there was one thing you still were incredible insecure about. The scars on your knees. The permanent reminders that you never going to be a professional athlete. Georgia noticed your hesitation as you fumbled a little bit with the button of your jeans

“Don’t over think… it’s just me” she whispered lowly knowing exactly why you hesitated

“I hate them” you mumbled back feeling extremely vulnerable breaking the eye contact

“It’s just me” your girlfriend repeated “if you’re feeling uncomfortable we just stop”

With one deep breath you pushed your jeans down leaving you in your boxer short and your bra. You couldn’t muster up the strength to find your girlfriends eyes again as you made quick work of getting rid if the last two pieces remaining

“So beautiful” Georgia breathed out watching your naked silhouette getting surrounded by the light from the other room

“Come here baby” she instructed you knowing you needed the guidance

You tenderly took a careful step towards the tub nervousness radiating from your body

“You’re doing so good.. come on in baby… join me… just a bath” Georgia spoke lowly and held out a hand for you

You grabbed her hand and stepped into the bath sinking down into the water positioning yourself between her legs with your back laying against her front as her hands immediately snuck around your middle. Her head immediately rested on your shoulder again as you felt yourself relaxing in her embrace.

“You are so beautiful… can’t believe that I’m the only one who gets to see this beauty ” Georgia whispered as she started to kiss your neck “Still can’t believe you’re mine”

“Only yours” you whimpered as she bit down on your neck lightly and if you’d be even half coherent you’d be embarrassed by yourself how quickly she reduced you to a whimpering mess

“Only mine” your girlfriend confirmed switching between bites and kisses up and down your neck

“I should make sure everyone knows….” She mumbled against your skin before biting down a little harder but not hard enough to leave a mark “… but then again we have to face reality in two days again and I’m not keen on getting murdered by your sister when I just got you”

“Don’t bring her up right now…” you grumbled “… not a good moment”

“Sorry” G breathed against your neck before turning your face with her hand to capture your lips in a soft kiss.

The kiss didn’t stay soft for long as you turned your body slightly in her embrace. You were on your side on top of her now as the kiss heated up and your girlfriend slipped her tongue into your mouth. A needy whiny moan escaped your throat as she dominated the kiss – and your whole body.

“You need something baby?” she smirked after she broke the kiss leaving you breathless

Your brain was mush at this point and if someone asked you what your name was while holding a gun to your head you’d definitely die.

You whined needy you now fully on top of Georgia your hands pressing against her hips to help you holding your upper body afloat

“Baby… words… we clarified before that you need to ask for the things you need and want” your girlfriend husked against your lips

“Baby…. Please” you begged feeling your core clench at Georgia soft display of dominance.

You knew she can be a force to be reckon with – she’s shown it more than once on the field. But with you Georgia was always soft. Careful even. She always made sure you are comfortable with what she’s doing. Always checked in if you are okay. You still get your fair share of experimenting around but your girlfriend always put your comfort first.

“Please what baby… use your words” she teased smirk on her lips as her hands wander down to your ass

“Please” you whined again your head falling forward on her collarbone as you hip rocked forward

Your girlfriend just chuckled as she bend her knee and she planted her foot against the bottom of the tub. G grabbed your waist and gently lifted you over her thigh.

The moment your middle made contact with her thigh you moaned deeply your head still on Gs collarbone. You couldn’t contain the movement of your hip as you pressed down on the firm muscle of your girlfriend

“That’s it Baby… keep going” your girlfriend encouraged you slightly guiding your hip with her hands

“Feels good baby” you moan against her

“Keep going love… make yourself come on my thigh” Georgia mumbled flexing the muscles in her leg

Your hip snapped forward again at the sudden hardness and a loud moan left your throat

“So beautiful… you look so fucking beautiful fucking yourself on my thigh babe… you’re close already aren’t you?” your girlfriend growled in your ear her hands never leaving your waist but she stopped guiding you and retreated in just giving you the comfort of her touch

You nodded against her shoulder not capable of answering vocally as your rhythm falters slightly

“You know what to do” Georgia smirked knowing she’s pushing it right now

“Please” you begged your body trembling as you felt that familiar pull in your stomach

“No baby… properly” your girlfriend growled now stopping your rocking hips

You whined pathetically your breathing labored as you desperately try to move your lower half again chasing that first orgasm of many for the night but your girlfriend held on tightly forcing you still.

“G please” you begged again

“No baby… come on… we established since the beginning how this is working” Georgia said her voice a dominant undertone

You whined again feeling overwhelmed with the need to find relief

“You know what to do if you want to come, my love ” your girlfriend smirked waiting for you to finally break your resistance

“Please… please baby… please may I come” you moaned out and immediately your girlfriend pulled your lower half forward and down on her thigh

“There we go… good girl” Georgia praised you smirking “Come babe” she instructed you

Your body shook as you moaned loudly when you felt the orgasm wash over you before you sacked forward panting hard against your girlfriends neck who immediately embraced you in a loving reassuring hug.

“Come on baby... let's get out of here” your girlfriend said softly after a few minutes “Water gets cold”

“Mhm” you nodded against Georgias neck your eyes closed breathing in her scent

Georgia tried to pry you off her but no use – so she did what every good girlfriend would do. She just stood up with you in her arms. You thanked every available God that your girlfriend was a pro athlete that was able to do such things because you were still in no state of standing up yourself. Georgia grabbed a big towel throwing it over you before carrying you into the bedroom laying you down on the big bed but you still didn't let go

“Baby I need to let go for a second, I need to clean the bathroom” your girlfriend said softly but you just shook your head

“Need you G” you murmured “Missed you so much”

“What do you need baby...” Georgia had a feeling what you needed but like always she wanted – and needed – you to verbalize it

“Need all of you...” you mumbled pressing your nose deeper into the skin of her neck “... I need you to fuck me so I can't walk until we see each other again”

You heard how your girlfriends breath hitches and you know she weights pro and cons so you did what you were sure would let Georgia decide in your favor. You started to nuzzle against her neck and softly kissed her under her ear. Just like you thought it worked and the next moment you felt you back hit the mattress with your girlfriend hovering over you

“You think you can take whatever I give you?” Georgia growled lowly staring down on you with dark eyes

“Did before, didn't I?” you challenged her

“Don't get bratty, Baby.... you know you'll regret it later” your girlfriend warned you before leaning down pushing your head to the side with her nose getting more access to your neck

“First I'm gonna make you come on my tongue...” Georgia started kissing down your neck “... then on my fingers” she bit down on your collarbone getting a moan out of you “... and THEN if you were good and listened to what I said... then on my strap” she licked over your nipple and you arched your back with your breath already becoming labored again.

Just the thought of what your girlfriend wanted to do to you had you dripping in seconds

“Babe.. please” you husked out while your hand threaded through long blond hair trying to get Georgia to go a little rougher on you

“Patience” your girlfriend mumbled against your breast before she bit down softly

“Fuck me” you moaned a little louder and your hips automatically rock against her lower half

“What's your safe word?” Georgia let go of your hard nipple with a small plopp

“You never pushed me that far” you said lowly

“Tell me Baby...” the blonde pushed a little “... we won't do anything if you don't tell me your safe word”

“Red if I need you to stop, yellow if I need you to slow down... Penalty if I can't take the physical contact” you listed off knowing Georgia needed to know not only because she wanted to test you but also so she was settled herself.

She couldn't bare the thought of hurting you in any way. Georgia herself invented the extra safe word after an incident where you got so overwhelmed with just everything (it was at your first shared experience and G apparently did her job more than right) that you freaked out and tried to run. If it wasn't for Georgias quick reaction you probably would've run and would have never come back. That's something she also learned pretty quickly – if you didn't want to be found nobody could find you.

“Good girl” the blonde purred starting to kiss the small valley between your breasts and downwards

Georgia sucked a hickey just above your belly button where no one could see it – even tho she would like to mark you as hers so much more obvious but her fear of Lucy ripping her throat was too big for your girlfriend to actually go through with it.

The blonde shuffled a little more downwards so she was laying in between your legs pressing soft kisses and bites to your thighs. Your hand found her hair again and you tried to get her where you wanted her the most by tugging a little bit on the blonde makeshift pony tail. But with the tease your girlfriend was at times the only thing you got out of her was a warning growl

“Stop it or I'll stop...” Georgia looked up from in between your legs and you moaned at the sheer sight of it “... my night – my rules – my pace... you asked for ME to fuck you so I will do as I please”

“Stop teasing then...” you whined

“Baby... you know I'm not fond of being told what to do... If I want to take my time and want to enjoy myself going as slow as I want... then I'll do that and you'll be patient otherwise I will edge you the whole night and some without letting you come at all... are we clear?” the blonde raised an eyebrow at you in question

“Crystal... just.. please Baby... PLEASE” you threw your head back into the pillows whining desperately

“You begging already?” Georgia smirked and just when you wanted to throw back a sarcastic jab she lowered her head not wasting any time pushing her tongue deep inside your pussy

“FUCK” you moaned deeply your hips rocking against your girlfriends face trying to get more pleasure

Even knowing that it wasn't the best idea to coax Georgia to give you more than she was willing to give you at this point you couldn't help yourself and to your surprise your girlfriend let you get away with it just going so far to sneak her hands under your legs to lay them on top of your hips holding you still while she worked her tongue deeper and faster into you. The noises you made were at this point straight up pornographic but you didn't care since you were far FAR away from your sister and any peering ears. You felt that familiar pull in the lower half of your stomach and honestly you were a little embarrassed at how fast Georgia got you to this point.

“Baby... I... I.. “ you panted (or was it a moan) out knowing she would understand and she sure did

Mere seconds before you came she pulled back with a shit eating grin her mouth and chin covered with your arousal.

“NO.... please no... don't do this... Please!” you whimpered frustrated

“You really think I would let you come after you tried to take matters into you own hand and try to make me go faster?” the blonde smirked “You should know better Baby”

“I'm sorry... I'm sorry... SO sorry... I just couldn't...” you started to ramble desperately

“That's why I'm helping you now Baby...” Georgia cooed but you know it was just show and that she didn't care how much she was teasing you “... you not gonna do it again will you now?”

“No I promise...” you whimpered

“I know Baby... you're gonna be my good girl will you?” your girlfriend smirked

“Yes... yes so good....” you nodded your head quickly

“Good... try that stunt again and I'll stop for good” the blonde warned before diving right in between your legs again pulling a loud moan from your lips

She knew what she was doing to you curling her tongue just the right way licking your walls and it took you so much restraint NOT to buck your hips again but with the little distraction of you biting your arm you managed barely to do so. Georgia noticed how you fought your own body and decided to step it up a notch, bringing her hand around your waist once more and putting light pressure on your clit with her thumb. Of course you couldn't hold back when she did that and your hips bucked against her face what resulted in Georgia pulling back from your center again

“Oh Baby...” the blonde said her voice dripping with disappointment “... I know you can do better than this... you really want a repeat from last time you couldn't listen to me?”

Tears of frustration were building in your eyes and you shook your head no remembering just how much Georgia can tease and in the end deny you your release. The last time she decided to test your limits she kept you on edge for two days (and nights) straight and you were ready to die. Not only did she keep you on the brim of your orgasm she also teased you endlessly through out the days and whenever Lucy was near you had to act like you weren't about to break down in a crying overly horny dripping mess.

For everyone else Georgia Stanway was this sweet goof always laughing always joking but when you looked closely enough at her playing you knew that she can be a completely different person. She told you right from the start that she likes to have control in the bedroom and over her partner to a certain point which you happily agreed with since you were not really experienced in any aspects of a relationship. Did you manage to get some pleasure on your own? Yes but you still had no idea what to do to other people. Georgia was sweet and loving and patient with you from the very first kiss. Showed you what she liked and what she didn't like. She coaxed you out of your initial hesitation and fear of doing something wrong by just being patient. She always checks in with you when she wants to try something and even through the process she still keeps a close eye on you so she wouldn't push you too far out of you comfort zone.

“You know what we'll do now, don't you baby?” Georgia said like it was the most obvious thing in the world and you nodded a small whine escaping your lips

“Three times... you think you can do that for me Baby?” your girlfriend took a little pity on your desperate state pressing a soft kiss to your hip bone before resting her chin on that same spot

Again you nodded your head furiously trying to prove just how well you can listen. But you knew it wouldn't be easy to tell Georgia three times the point when you were about to come knowing she'll stop whatever she was doing right this moment. Edging you over and over again was Georgias most favorite thing to do at this point. Seeing how desperate you were for her – and just for her. Seeing all these emotions that were just for her to see. Making all these little sounds for only her to hear. She also knew that if it would get too much you would tell her – both of you had a really long chat about the importance of limits and accepting those. The last time she would have edged you even more but end of the second night when she pulled her fingers out of you for the umpteenth time you choked out a “yellow” and immediately her whole demeanor switched from dominating to caring. She let you calm down telling you over and over how good you were and that she promise to make you come as soon as you were ready. And oh boy did she keep her word. You were pretty sure you passed out at one point but hearing your girlfriend whisper all those praises into your ear made up for that.

“Just three?” you asked carefully biting your lower lip

“Just three... if you're being good” your girlfriend confirmed this time using her finger to tease your entrance lightly

A shiver ran through your body and you fisted the sheet tightly in your hand like an anchor so you wouldn't end up with more punishment

“So wet... you really enjoying yourself Baby don't you?” the blonde between your legs teased collecting your arousal with her finger before sucking it off said digit moaning lowly

“Please G... please” you whimpered but still held as still as possible

“Don't forget to tell me Baby... every time you come without my permission I'll add another one” Georgia said her voice a little warning undertone before she carefully pushed one finger into your dripping opening

“Fuck” your girlfriend swore under her breath before looking up at you from her position “... you're still so tight Baby... even after all the times I fucked you with the strap you're still so so tight...”

“M'sorry” you whimpered losing the common sense battle against the ecstasy that was shooting through your body

“No Baby... that's so fucking hot” Georgia mumbled shuffling her body over yours so she had firstly a better angle of her hand and secondly could watch your face “It just means I have to gently fuck you open so you can take my dick”

You moaned loudly when you heard the blondes dirty words turning you on even more

“You like that hm?” she asked her voice deep next to your ear while she oh so gently started to work her finger in and out of you “You like it when I make you take my dick... starting slow and gently just to work you up until you're so open that I can basically jackhammer into your sweet pussy without any resistance”

“Baby I... I... about...” you moaned out loudly the thought (and promise) what your girlfriend had planned for you

The second you told her you were about to come any second now she pulled her finger out of you drawing a small whine from your throat

“You did so good Baby... so good for telling me” the blonde said soothingly pressing soft kissed under your ear “... just two more times”

She waited until your breathing returned to normal helping you calm down with soft soothing words and kisses

“Okay?” Georgia asked again feeling how you started to get restless again

“Yeah okay...” you confirmed

“Color?” the blonde checked again knowing how much this can take out of you

“Green... oh so fucking green” you huffed out a small smile tugging on your lips

“Good.... just wanted to make sure” Georgia smiled back starting to rub light circles over your clit

“I lo... fuck” you started to answer before you choked on your own spit

“You what?” your girlfriend smirked putting a little more pressure on the small bud

“Love you...” you panted out quickly before you moaned again

“Aw Baby... I love you too” the blonde smiled pressing a soft kiss to your lips letting her finger slide downwards entering you once again

“There we go... taking my finger so well already... god I love how you feel around my finger Baby” Georgia moaned quietly and nudged your jaw so you would move your head granting her access to your neck and throat

She started to kiss and lightly bite – again no visible marks because of fear of Lucy – while she worked her finger in and out of your tight channel a little more rougher than before

“Think you can take a second one Baby?” Georgia mumbled against your neck feeling how you opened up a little more your pussy excepting her finger more easily

“Yes... yes I can... please” your body was trembling already again but you wanted to how you could hold on and hopefully make Georgia proud

It was a stupid thing to think and you knew it because she always was proud of you but you just needed this little approval and praise whenever you gave over your body to her. The blonde discovered pretty quickly that you had a praise kink always seeking the approval you somehow never received from anyone especially your parents – but this was a whole other topic

“Relax for me Baby... I know you can be so good for me” the blonde murmured against your neck scraping her teeth along the side “I know you're my good girl and I'm so proud of you for listening so well...”

You moved your head towards Georgias pressing your cheek against hers in a matter of comfort feeling how her middle finger teased your entrance as she tried to accept her second digit

“Relax Baby” the blonde said again her voice soft knowing that even you both had sex a few times now it was all still new to you “Just relax for me and let me do the rest okay”

You bit your lip hard trying to follow the small command Georgia had given you but with you being on edge already it wasn't as easy as normally

“G... I can't....” you choked out trembles shooting right from your core through your body

“Still green Baby?” your girlfriend asked lifting her head away from your neck looking at your face intensely searching for any sign of discomfort

“Yes... yes... green... I just... can't...” you panted and Georgia understood what you tried to tell her

“Spread your legs” Georgia ordered you her voice a little more stern leaving your body to sit back on her heels between your legs

“Like that.... good girl” the blonde praised you after you let your legs fall open “...I know you're trying Baby and I know it's not easy... but I know you can relax for me”

You took a deep breath closing your eyes feeling your muscles relax under the watchful eyes of your girlfriend

“There see... not so hard” Georgia said feeling how your walls loosen around her index finger “Now we can keep going.... breath Baby”

You kept your breath deep and even feeling the stretch and the slight burn when your girlfriend slowly pushed her second finger inside you

“Fuck Baby... you look so beautiful” the blonde growled letting you adjust for a hot minute before she started to gently fuck her fingers in and out of you

“Won't last long” you panted and moaned squirming slightly

“You don't need to last my Beauty” Georgia said her eyes transfixed on her fingers disappearing inside your pussy

She kept her rhythm gentle but after a few minutes her strokes began to go deeper which didn't go unnoticed by you or your girlfriend considering how loud you moaned after a particular deep thrust from her

“You're doing so well Baby... I'm so proud of you” the blonde said softly leaning forward to kiss your breast biting your nipple lightly

“Fuck Babe... I... I can't... G...” you moaned whimpering trying to push her away a little and immediately you felt empty again your girlfriend pulling her fingers out

Your walls contracting around nothing pulling a loud whine from your throat the tears that pooled in your eyes again threatening to spill down your cheeks

“So good Baby... you're doing so good for me...” you faintly heard the voice of your girlfriend as your body trembled and you worried it was just this split second to late

“It's okay my Love – you're doing such a good job telling me every time... I'm so proud of you” Georgia stroked her flat hands up and down your body trying to help you to calm down

After a few minutes – but definitely not as fast as before – your breathing started to get more regular again and you whined lowly letting the blonde know you needed more contact than just her hands on your body. Thankfully she understood your silent request and laid down next to you pulling you into her arms

“You did so good Baby.... just once more okay?” she mumbled against your hair while you pressed your face against her neck

“I can't...” you tried weakly but you knew that Georgia would edge you once more as long as you wouldn't use one of your safe words

“Color?” the blonde mumbled a little concern in her voice

“Green” you whispered

“I'll ask again Baby and I want you to be honest” Georgia said her voice soft her eyes finding yours after she pushed your head up using her finger under your chin “Color?”

“Green” you said again your eyes never leaving hers

“Okay...” the blonde smiled softly as she continued to hold you tightly against her body

With her other hand she stroke lightly over your ribs down your body over your hips until she reached your knee pulling it up and over her waist

“Just once more Baby.... you're doing so good” she murmured against your forehead holing your leg in place until she was sure you wouldn't move it “One more time Baby and then you can come”

Your head made it back into the crook of her neck whining slightly knowing already that this time it would be extremly hard to hold back since Georgia let herself go a little more on these occasions. She was always more determent and a little rougher knowing it would make it so much harder on you and so much more beautiful for her. Just like she knew you you knew her just as much – the second her hand sneaked between your bodies and she adjusted her hold on you you knew you were in for it. As you expected she quickly collected some of your juice before pressing both of her long slim fingers into you without any warning. You jerked once still getting a little bit surprised by her action but the soothing kiss pressed to the crown of your hair made you still your movements

“There we go... taking me like you were made just for me” Georgia said feeling how tight your pussy was around her two fingers

She started to fuck you with deep strong thrusts that had your head spinning and your walls tighten even more

“You feel so good around my fingers Baby...” your girlfriend moaned against your head while you couldn't muster up the strength to reply verbally so you just whined again biting into her collarbone “... next I'm gonna make you come on my dick you know.... I packed your favorite” Georgia growled speeding up her thrusts even more feeling how you started to tremble in her arms again

“Baby....” you whined but your girlfriend saw right through you

“Nu-uh” the blonde shook her head slightly “... you're not there yet... I can feel that you're not there....” she said before starting to really fuck her fingers into you hitting that one magical spot over and over again

The first time she hit it it made you scream out in pleasure with Georgia smirking proudly into your hair. Now – with her repeat probing it – it send you nearly flying... nearly

“Gonna come... Babe... gonna...” you squeaked at this point feeling your walls tighten not wanting to let Georgias finger go ever again

But yet again your girlfriend managed to pull out of you just in time and this time you couldn't hold back the loud desperate frustrated whine as tears starting to roll down your cheeks

“Just a second Baby... I'm gonna make you feel so good in just a second okay” the blonde growled letting go of you quickly getting of the bed

You couldn't stop the way you whimpered when she suddenly let go of you but the next thing you noticed was how Georgia maneuvered you onto your back and nudged your legs apart with her knees

“Color?” your girlfriend asked sounding a little desperate herself now

“Green” you choked out “Just G... PLEASE”

“On it Baby girl...” the blonde huffed out and you felt the cold silicon from the head of the strap-on being teased at entrance as Georgia made sure to use your own arousal to lube the fake dick up so it wouldn't hurt you which caused you to whine desperately “... I know Baby... but I need you to take a deep breath”

You did as Georgia told you and took one then a second deep breath as you felt the head getting slowly pushed through your folds and into your tight sensitive pussy

“Fuuuuuck” you moaned out deeply and you heard your girlfriend moan on top of you too

“So fucking tight” Georgia grunted holding still after she pushed just the head into you

After a minute which you needed to adjust to the new intrusion before you gave your girlfriend a small nod. Georgia leaned forward down on her elbows which were on either side of your head as she pressed a loving kiss on your lips which quickly got heated while she pushed the strap oh so slowly into you. When she was about half way she pulled back out and slowly back in but this time a little deeper. Like that she managed to fuck the whole strap into you with a slow gentle rhythm until she bottomed out growling deeply feeling her hips connect with yours

“So perfect Baby... you're so perfect for me and my dick... you were made to get fucked by me” the blonde growled against your neck and had to hold herself back not biting down hard

“You feel sooooo goood” you moaned rocking your hips a little bit

“Yeah? You like that Baby? You like it when I ruin you for everyone else?” Georgia grunted but you could feel her smirk against your neck

“Yes...” you moaned

“Tell me how much you like it Baby....” your girlfriend teased you starting to pull out of you again before sliding back in without problems due to your juices not only covering the fake dick but also your thighs and you were pretty sure the bedsheet too

“Your dick feels so good Baby... you stretch me out so much but it feels sooooo gooooood” you moaned into her ear knowing exactly what she wanted to hear

“Fuck... you know what it does to me when you talk like this” Georgia growled

“Then do it Babe...” you groaned in response locking your ankles behind her ass pulling her in deeper “Make me yours”

“Gonna make sure you remember who you belong to for the next 8 weeks.... until we see each other again when Bayern plays Barcelona in the Champions League” Georgia growled so deep you could have sworn she felt the urge to hold you down at your throat with her teeth before she started to really fuck into you

Her thrusts hard and fast hitting the best spots inside you while you desperately trying to get to hold on to something scratching her back open in process before you could feel that all to familiar pull in your stomach again

“Baby... I... I'm gonna...” you moaned loudly one of your hand on her shoulder blade with your nails digging into the soft skin the other hand intertwined with Georgias next to your head

“Hold it Baby... I promise I let you come but you need to hold it for me for a minute longer” the blonde grunted and growled speeding up her thrusting once again

“I can't” you whined out your limits getting pushed hard today

“I know you can...” your girlfriend grunted a little softer “I'm nearly there... just a few seconds”

These “few seconds” ended up to feel like hours. You begged you whined you whimpered but you held your orgasm back until Georgia suddenly said

“Come Baby... come for me.. NOW” the blonde growled thrusting into you one last time before stilling enjoying her own orgasm as she nearly fell on top of you catching herself in the last second not wanting to squish you under her

You on the other hand came with a high pitched scream of her name your eyes rolling into the back of your head your breathing rigid and you felt this blissfully floating experience. You came back to reality when Georgia carefully started to pull out of you but you kept your ankles locked behind her ass not letting her go

“Stay” you murmured still blissed out “Feels good”

“Okay...” the blonde whispered pressing soft kisses all over your face “Just let me move us a little so it's more comfortable for you”

She gently pulled you onto your side your leg automatically finding it's way over her hip again making you moan quietly when the strap moved inside you

“Ssssshhhh Baby... It's okay...” Georgia said soothingly trying to comfort you as much as possible as you pressed your face again into her neck

“Need more G...” you breathed out desperately

“More?” the blonde asked surprised

“Yes... 8 weeks is a long time... I need more” you nuzzled her neck

“We still have ti...” your girlfriend started but you interrupted her

“No... now... I need more now... please Baby” you tugged carefully on her earlobe with your teeth

“God woman... you're gonna be the death of me one day” Georgia chuckled

“At least you would leave this earth as a happy woman” you shot back

“Oh that I would” your girlfriend chuckled back before she smirked down at you “... would you want to try something?”

You knew that smirk. That smirk got you a lot of good memories and a lot of enjoyable satisfying nights

“Bring it Stanway” you smirked back before squealing as she single handily pulled you on top of her

“Where the fuck is my sister and Stanway??” Lucy asked for the 100th time pacing the entrance of Heathrow Airport

“God Lucy... calm the fuck down” Keira rolled her eyes but checking her phone nonetheless

“I can't believe everyone went against me and planned that” your sister grumbled

“If you hadn't behaved like the last asshole standing we wouldn't have... and WE will talk about that back in Barcelona” Keira shot her ex-girlfriend a murderous glare when she spotted you and Georgia coming down the Hall with you sitting on the luggage trolley and Georgia pushing you happily a wide grin plastered on her face

“There you are” Keira smiled warmly seeing both of you happy

“Are you out of your fucking..” Lucy started but Keira elbowed her so hard in the ribs that she started to cough hard – very hard

“You okay?” Keira looked at you giving you a once over

“So SO okay Kei” you smiled dreamily

“Okay... you G?” the blonde looked at her best friend

“Needed that little get-away...” your girlfriend smiled happily

“Good.,,, now come on... we need to get through security” Keira said after seeing that both of you are okay and well

“Wait a second!!” Lucy exclaimed now recovering from her coughing fit

“No” Keira said strictly “Security... NOW”

“Oh wow...” you mumbled under your breath and looked a little scared at Georgia who just shrugged her shoulders and decided it would be better to follow her best friend and quickly started to push that trolley after Keira

The security check went well until you had to leave your place on the luggage trolley so G could check in her bags. You tried to hide the little wince that quickly made it through your impression before you could collect yourself and got your resting bitch face back in place. Naturally this didn't go unnoticed by Keira who looked at you expectantly with a raised eyebrow

“I'm good” you mumbled in her direction not wanting Lucy to catch on

“Are you in pain?” the blonde asked lowly moving closer to you

“No... yeah... no... yeah...” you stuttered your cheeks flushing red

“What is it now... yes or no?” Keira asked missing the way you bit your lip embarrassed

“A little... but... good pain you know” you tried to be a subtle as possible

“Huh?” the blonde looked at you confused before understanding what you were trying to say “OH!”

“Yeah...” you smiled embarrassed while Georgia sported a proud smirk

“What you smirking about Stanway?” Lucy snapped after she came back from checking in her own luggage.

“Just knowing how we destroy you in eight weeks...” Georgia retorted sounding way more convinced that you knew she was

“Oh please.... Bayern is a good club but... we're Barca and you play our stadium” your sister shot back her signature smirk on her face

“But our team isn't one game away from moving into an old peoples home” it bursted out of your girlfriend and you knew it was the classic “Not thinking before speaking”-moment

But that didn't stop Keira and you from bursting out laughing even louder when you spotted your sisters outraged face

“Excuse me??!!” Lucy exclaimed her eyes wide in shock

“Come on... Security...” Keira ushered you all along before the situation could turn into something negative

“You okay Bubs??” Lucy asked concerned seeing your slight limp

“Totally” you grinned hoping to convince her

“Are you sure.. you kind of limping or something” your sister looked at your legs “Your knees acting up again? We gonna ice them back home okay?”

“No Lucy... not my knees Luce... I... I....” you desperately tried to come up with a good excuse “... I hit me ankle trying to cut a corner at Covent Garden”

“Covent Garden? What were you doing at Covent Garden?” Lucy looked even more confused now

“Ehrm.... Culture... Dining... you know...” you mumbled not meeting her eyes

“You went all the way to the West End for some food with your girlfriend?” your sister asked lost

“YES!” you exclaimed quickly

“You could have said something... I could've talked to Sarina to let you go out with G one night” your sister looked like a lost puppy

“I know Lucy..... it was just... very... spontaneous” you looked at Keira for help

“Let her be Luce... she's a big girl now – she can ask Sarina herself” the blonde said laying her arm around your shoulders stroking over your hair affectionately

“Yeah I know... it's just..” your sister shrugged removing everything for the security check on auto pilot

“Just nothing Lucy....” Keira said softly before pushing her ex towards the body scanner

And like in Barcelona the scanner started to ring in the most annoying tone the second Lucy stepped inside it. Your sister groaned annoyed throwing her head back and asked to no one in particular

“Why always me???”

She stepped out of it and immediately got flanked by two security guards who started to pad her down. After they discovered that your Sister didn't carry any weapons or something similar she was allowed to continue her journey. YOU on the other hand were now absolutely TERRIFIED of going through the body scanner. You stepped backwards and right into Keira who tried to convince you in a hushed soothing whisper to get you moving. But no – you were absolutely convinced that thing would start screaming again and then the guards would touch you which was your horror scenario. Georgia quickly got in front of you walking through the scanner without any problems trying to show you that it's okay. But even seeing with your own eyes that your girlfriend got through without any problems didn't got you moving

“Bitsy... you need to get through that scanner... I have one last little gift from Sarina for you but I only can give it to you on the other side of the security” the blonde mumbled from behind you keeping her hands on your waist so you wouldn't run away “Trust me Bitsy...”

With a deep breath and your eyes fixed on your girlfriend you took a step and then two more until you were in the scanner screwing your eyes shut like it would change any outcome.

“Miss... you can move” you heard a friendly voice from your right

“You done Bitsy... go to Lucy” you now heard Keiras voice from your left

You turned right and started to quickly sprinting out of the scanner. Only to forget that your eyes were still closed so you ran into the first person standing in your way – which was the nice security lady who told you you could move.

“Oh my God I'm so sorry” you quickly rambled out as you scrambled backwards

“It's okay.... you really don't like the scanner huh?” the woman said

“Don't like flying in general” you mumbled embarrassed when you saw Lucy and Georgia rushing over trying to help only to get held back by some security staff

For your and Georgias benefits you went straight for the hug Lucy offered you immediately after you “freed” yourself from the security. You didn't miss the way your girlfriends face fell slightly but you knew if you would've went to Georgia Lucy would've thrown a fit so you just put an apologetic smile on your face and pressed yourself into your sisters embrace

“It's okay Bubs... you did good” Lucy mumbled against your hair holding you tightly against her

“I hate it” you mumbled against her shoulder

“I know... but you did good” your sister assured you again waiting for Keira to get through the scanner as well

Very subtle you found your girlfriends hand and grabbed her pinky with yours. Georgia turned her head a little bit so Lucy wouldn't see the small smile that appeared on her face when she felt your hand looking for hers.

“All done... let's go” Keira appeared next to you ruffling through your hair

“Keiraaaaaa” you whined trying to get away from her hands “Took me ages to get me hair like this”

“Here” the ginger rolled her eyes giving you your snapback back

“Uh... I wondered where this was” you said happily putting the hat on

“It was in Millies bag and she gave it to me with the massage that you shouldn't leave your stuff all over the place” Keira huffed but pulled you away from Lucy into a side hug pulling you forward

“You want something to eat Bubs? We still have some time until boarding” Lucy asked

“Ugh no... I probably throw up if I eat something” you shuddered at the pure thought of eating

This time Georgia perked up to your disproval

“You hadn't had any breakfast either... I think a roll or something would do you some good ba... y/n” she quickly corrected herself in front of Lucy which caused Keira to chuckle under her breath before bringing her attention back to you

“No breakky Bits?? Are we back to that?” the ginger raised her eyebrow at you

“I... didn't have time” you defended yourself and before your girlfriend could interrupt you elbowed her hard

“Lucy... get your sister something light to eat” Keira said without taking her eyes off you fully aware that you shut Georgia up with your elbowing

“Some fruit Bubs?” your sister asked totally obvious to what just happened

“Fruits is fine...” you huffed knowing Keira caught on – of course she did she always did “Just... no Mango or Papaya or whatever that slimy shit is”

“Banana okay?” Lucy checked one last time

“Ugh no... bleh” you said quickly pulling a face

“Bitsy” Keira warned you and now even Georgia stepped away for safety

“But I don't want Banana” you whined like a three year old

“No “buts”...” the ginger started getting interrupted from a voice behind you

“Cariño... what did you do now to upset Keira?” the voice asked teasing and you just KNEW your savior in form of Alexia Putellas just arrived

“They want to force Banana down me throat but I don't like Banana... sí us plau ajuda'm” you begged her not even realizing what you just did

Alexia on the other hand – along with half the Barca squad AND Jenni – noticed immediately and looked at you with wide shocked eyes

“Did... did you just speak catalan Cariño?” the spaniard asked confused

“What?” you asked just as confused back

“You just spoke catalan” Alexia looked at you blankly

“I did?” you asked baffled

“You did pequeño” Jenni confirmed grinning “Even tho I didn't grew up in Catalonia I know catalan when I hear it...”

“When did I learn catalan?” you asked flabbergasted making the whole group bursting out laughing

“I don't know Cariño but it was very good catalan... better than your sister and DEFINITELY better than Keira” the spaniard capitan laughed

“Oy... you don't have any ground to stand on Ale... you don't even speak the accent” Keira exclaimed but everyone knew she wasn't serious

“I won't even comment on that... what I WILL comment on is... Cariño... eat that banana your sister will get you in a minute – it will help settle your stomach” Alexia said strictly

“But I don't like bananas...” you whined again

“No... I will personally make you eat that banana if I have to...” the blonde spaniard said firmly taking the chore of arguing with you off Keiras shoulders “... I WILL make Jenni to hold you down and believe me – she can”

You carefully looked up over Alexias shoulder where Jenni stood and were met with a wolfish grin

“She knows what she's talking about” the black haired spaniard grinned and wriggled her eyebrows which earned her a slap from her capitan

“Stop scaring the Cariño” Alexia huffed rolling her eyes what caused Georgia to snort and suddenly all attention was on her

“Anything you want to share with the class G?” Keira smirked when she saw her best friend looking uncomfortable

“Nope.. all good... just remembered that funny cat video I saw this morning” your girlfriend said quickly moving a bit away from your sister who shot daggers at your girlfriend

“Cat video me ass” Keira snorted but let go of the topic to shoo Lucy away getting some fruit for you

“What are you all doing here?” you asked after you plopped down next to Alexia absently grabbing Onas hand who sat on your right and started playing with her rings – something you did to calm your own nerves without it even realizing it

Ona looked a little taken aback for a second before just shrugging her shoulder starting to get into a conversation with Keira. The only person who still stood around looking unsure was your girlfriend

“So.... you and the little Bronze” Georgia jumped a little when she heard the voice next to her and suddenly found herself being pushed into a seat two rows behind you

“Ehrm...” your girlfriend just looked around shocked as four pair of spanish eyes were fixed on her

“Pot parlar??” Mapí asked looking expectantly at Georgia who of course got even more insecure as the other three snorted

“Be nice Mapí...” Jenni said but she still smirked at your girlfriend “Speak up... you and y/n?”

“Yes?” Georgia answered carefully

“Are you really asking me if you're dating the little Bronze?” now the dark haired spaniard raised her eyebrow

“No... I just don't know what you want from me?” your girlfriend said still not sure what to make out of this surreal situation

“Just... talk” Mapí moved a little closer to Georgia

“Talk?” Georgia asked

“Sí...” Pina said nodding her head “... that's spanish for “yes”...”

“I'm not THAT stupid” your girlfriend huffed out offended

“Your girlfriend spoke perfect catalan without even knowing she spoke catalan... sorry for trying to be nice” Pina huffed back

“Let's get down to business... Listen....” Jenni said seriously looking Georgia straight into the eye

“You don't even know my name??” your girlfriend exclaimed upset

“I do... I just didn't know if I use Georgia or Stanway... but I think I go with Stanway” the dark haired said back “... listen Stanway... this Girl... she's very valued among our team”

“What does among mean?” Pina interrupted making Jennis upcoming threat basically useless

“Calla I deixa'm parlar idiota” Jenni growled towards the small spaniard who immediately shrunk backwards in her seat “... as I said – she's very valued amongst us.. I personally owe her a lot... if you hurt her you don't only have Lucia to fear... you'll have Barcelona to fear... Spain to fear... Norway to fear... Sweden to fear... and me...”

“Wow... this one is more concepted than Lucys... she just said “Hurt her and I'll kill you”... I'm impressed” Georgia looked blankly at Jenni nodding her head lightly “... REALLY impressed”

“You better take me seriously Stanway....” Jenni growled getting angry as how easily the young Lioness dismisses her

“Hermoso... I'm dating Lucy Bronze little sister.... I KNEW what I was getting into... you don't scare me... KEIRA scares me... she's me best friend and I KNOW what she's able to do... and she's highly protective over y/n... so no... I really don't take you seriously” your girlfriend shrugged her shoulders before pushing out of the seat leaving a totally baffled Jenni Hermoso, María León, Claudia Pina and a even lost Patri behind

“You okay G?” Keira asked the second her best friend was close enough having kept an eye on her

“All good... they tried to threaten me... was a good attempt... if I wasn't dating a Bronze with an overprotective Walsh around...” your girlfriend shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly smiling shortly at Ona who still hasn't gotten her hand back while you were still talking to Alexia

“I love it how they all underestimate me” Keira chuckled as she saw Lucy approaching with a bowl full of different fruit

“I picked all the good ones Bubs...” your sister smiled presenting you the plastic container with a plastic fork as she crouched down in front of you

“Do I have too??” you immediately started to whine looking at your sister with puppy eyes

“Just a little bit okay Bubs?” Lucy said helplessly being an absolute sucker for your puppy eyes

“All of it Bitsy” Keira interrupted before you could get away with three pieces and not more

“But... Keiraaaaaa” you whined trying to cuddle into Alexia hoping for her backup

“No... It's not that much anyway so you'll manage just fine” the ginger put her foot down so you tried one last attempt

“Mapí!! You want some fruit?” you looked up from Alexias shoulder you tried to hide in

“Uh... SÌ!!!” the quirky spaniard shot out of her seat

“No... NO Mapí... that's y/n fruit and she eats it...” Keira quickly interrupted but it was already too late as Mapí snatched the plastic container out of Lucys hands immediately digging in

“María!!” now Alexia got involved as well scolding her friend firmly

“She gave it to me” the tattooed spaniard mumbled with a full mouth half the fruits already gone

“Give... it... back” Alexia warned her friend and Mapí moved instinctively a little further away from Alexia cradling the container to her chest

“María Pilar León Cebrían!!!” Alexia warned lowly knowing she only had a TINY window left to get the rest of your fruit back

“No” Mapí said recutlanty

“Jenni” Alexia called out nodding towards Mapí not having the patience to deal with the situation right now

“Great... make me the bad one again... just because you can't keep your children under control” Jenni groaned standing up already “Mapí don't” she warned seeing how the tattooed woman already sized up a way to flee

To Jennis big annoyance Mapí turned around on her heels started sprinting away

“You owe me Putellas” the lanky spaniard groaned sprinting after Maps

“Cariño...” the blonde spaniard now turned her attention to you

“There was papaya in there” you said quickly

“Was NOT” your sister exclaimed still sitting in front of you “I hand sorted them out....”

“At the bottom there was a papaya...” you huffed

“Cariño” Alexia said again her voice turning a little icy and you flinched “You with me... now”

The spaniard stood up pulling you up with her. You clutched to Onas hand who winched slightly trying to free her hand carefully

“Let go of Onas hand” Alexia said strictly and you dropped your sisters girlfriends hand immediately

“Thank you” the capitan said pulling you over to one of the small coffee bars at the terminal “I don't care what you choose but I'll be damned if I don't get some food into you before take-off...”

“Alexia I'm really not hungry” you mumbled

“When was the last time you've eaten something?” the blonde asked softly seeing how much this situation stresses you out

“Last night” you said without thinking

“Really? Room service?” Alexia asked raising her eyebrow

“Ehrm... kinda... it was in a room... and I... .served??” you committed embarrassed

“Ay dios...” the blonde threw her hands up rolling her eyes “NOT what I meant... so... when was the last time you ate FOOD?”

“Ehrm...” you tried to remember

“That's answer enough... choose... now” the blonde said firmly “I will stand here the whole day if I have too...”

“But then you'll miss your flight” you looked confused

“Then it'll be.... but I'm not boarding a plane knowing you haven't eaten food for... probably days” Alexia said calmly

“Croissant?” you asked carefully

“Okay...” the blonde nodded and paid for your beverage which you took a little hesitantly and a little uncomfortable but at least you took it

“Thank you” you mumbled trying to bring yourself to bite into it

“No problem at all Cariño... it's okay to eat you know...” Alexia encouraged you carefully knowing from Keira that you sometimes don't feel comfortable eating in front of others while other times you just inhale whatever lands in front of you

“It's just.... yucky feeling” you admitted trying to buy yourself some more time

“I understand that Cariño... just a bite okay?” the blonde lead you a little away from the hectic and covered your body with her own so you'd hopefully felt a little more secure “No one will see okay..”

You hesitantly brought the croissant up and bit of a tiny edge chewing it carefully

“Good... you're doing good Cariño... could you manage a second one for me please?” Alexia said a soft smile on her lips knowing how much effort it took you and how grateful she could be that you trust her enough to let her see you like this

“Do I have too?” you asked your voice barely over a whisper

“You don't HAVE to Cariño... but it would make me feel better” the blonde answered softly

She knew it was risky but she hoped that you liked her enough to consider another bite. To her big surprise you did. You took a second bite to immediately stuff the croissant back into the paper bag it came in and hand it to Alexia

“You did very good Cariño... thank you” the blonde smiled at you taking the bag before pulling you into a side hug leading you back to the group

“Boarding starts in a few minutes” your sister said when Alexia and you came back

“We're back... don't stress us Lucia” Alexia rolled her eyes playfully making you chuckle

It'll never stop to amaze Alexia how quickly you switch emotions to hide your problems

“Yes Lucia...” you teased your sister “... don't stress us”

“Excuse me??” Lucy exclaimed “upset” playing along seeing you need a lighter mood

“Guys... boarding” Irene shouted to get everyones attention and your head snapped immediately towards Georgia who still sat in comfortable in one of the uncomfortable airport chairs

“Go say bye Cariño...” Alexia mumbled in your ear pushing softly towards your girlfriend

Even if you wanted to walk over you couldn't bring your legs to move as you felt Alexia let go of you and heard in distance how she ushered everyone forward. Seeing how lost you stood there Georgia pushed herself up covering the short distance to you

“It's okay... we see each other soon okay... We'll see each other when I come to Barcelona for the Champions League... just a few weeks... basically around the corner already” Georgia tried to comfort you seeing how the tears pool up in your eyes

You on the other hand didn't trust yourself to speak so you just threw yourself into your girlfriends arms sniffling quietly. Even tho the two of you had a long distance relationship right from the start it didn't make the goodbyes easier

“It'll be okay Baby” Georgia mumbled against your hair pressing a soft subtle kiss to your head “I know it's hard but we'll see each other soon okay... I love you.... so much... and whenever you need me I'm just a call away... or a text... or a pigeon”

You chuckled through your tears when Georgia brought the pigeon into the mix the two of you always joking that you sometimes consider sending a pigeon to get your message across to Georgia in Germany since your girlfriend sometimes needed forever to answer texts.

“I know” you sniffled into her shoulder “It just sucks”

“Yeah it does... but Champions League is in eight weeks... just 60 days... we managed longer before... the days will just fly by and next thing you know you're gonna pick me up in Barcelona and show me your favorite little coffee shop you told me about... the one hidden away from the busy streets” your girlfriend said quietly

“Bubs come on... boarding” you heard your sister yell from a few feet away and you instinctively grabbed Georgias shirt a little tighter

“Go Baby... I need to board soon too.... don't make Luce come over and pry you off me” Georgia chuckled knowing neither of you actually wanted to let go

“You text me when you land yes?” you mumbled

“Always... and I'll phone you tonight when I'm back in me flat okay?” your girlfriend nodded and pressed another subtle kiss to your hairline

“Okay...” you took a deep breath letting go of your girlfriend – ripping off the band aid style with just letting go turning around and walking over to where Lucy and Keira were waiting for you your head hung low so no one would see your tears

“I'm sorry Bubs” Lucy mumbled seeing how much it hurt you as she pulled you into her side looking over to Georgia who stood there lost her shoulders sagged and nodded to the blonde that she will look after you

After Lucy locked eyes with Georgia and let her know you were save your girlfriend turned around to walk over to her own terminal having a half an hour to spare until she needed to board the flight to Munich. Lucy went through the ticket control first while Keira handed you your ticket. With Lucy waiting on the other side of sliding glass doors she couldn't hear what was going on but she saw there was some kind of problem with your ticket and cursed herself out knowing how much you feared problems in public spaces since you weren't one standing happily in the lime light. Your sister saw the flight attended telling you to try and scan your ticket again but again it got refused. You looked lost at Keira who was still standing behind you with a small smile on her lips

“Keira... it's not working” you said stressed

“Don't EVER say I don't love you...” the ginger said seriously but still soft and loving

“What??” you asked confused still getting more and more stressed by the second

“You remember I told you Sarina had one last gift for you.. it's not only from her.... it's from me as well....” Keira said softly hoping you'd catch on – but you didn't

“Look on your ticket Bitsy” the ginger smiled lovingly after you looked at her lost

You did look down on the small paper slip in your hand. Reading you name. Your seating. Your departure airport. Your departure time. Your arrival airpo... no. Your head snapped up looking at Keira shocked and lost.

“Go...” Keira said lovingly pulling you into a quick hug pressing a soft kiss to your temple “... just make sure to keep in touch okay... don't ghost any of us... I know where G lives... I will come and get you if I don't hear from you at least once a day”

“Thank you Keira....” you now sniffled – but this time it was happy tears

“Now off you go... oh and Bitsy... G doesn't know... it was Sarinas and my doing” the ginger smiled pushing you away slightly which you took to sprint off in the direction you thought you would find your girlfriend a big smile on your face

[hwalovs]

The Apprentice 1/?

Chapter One; Deer, Fox, or Rabbit?

Pairing; Viktor x Vampire!Reader Warnings; none too extreme? Blood drinking (animal), mainly just yappers yapping about things. it’s a little twilight coded, so what?? sue me! Word Count; 7.8k

Summary; Finding an Apprentice should be easy. You have a simple task, one that cannot be handled lightly. Yet, the mind is a unique thing, and each one you've come across don't seem to meet your specific qualifications. Until your dear friend and confidant, Heimerdinger, brings forth a man with a bright ambition and a determination that could rival anyone.

A/n; oh god,, another series?? this one ahs been cooking for the last few days, and after finishing arcane and igniting my LOVE for Viktor, i decided it was time to try my hand at writing him :>> my darling friend @disturbyn beta read this so I’m no longer liable for financial instability!

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“My dear friend,” a voice chimes, and you smile. Dropping to a knee, you open your arms to greet him with a brief hug. He was warm, fur soft as it touched your cheek. He pulls away, and with bright eyes he says your name. He was dressed in his usual councilman attire, blue fabric complimented with gold. 

“Councilor Heimerdinger, what a pleasant sight to see.”

He waves you off, stepping away to give you a glare “drop the formalities, would you?”

Shrugging, you rise to your full height, tipping your head to your driver who opened your door. The streets of Piltover were bustling with life, people walking in and out of the building. The sun was shining brightly, no cloud in the sky, the buildings of Piltover glimmering and dazzling. On the rare occasions that you visit, the city never fails to amaze you with its beauty. More innovations included, more steps into the future. 

Even with your jacket on, it was cold outside. The air was biting at your cheeks as you walked the stairs, body shivering as the wind wrapped your body. Heimerdinger couldn’t tell the difference, his thick fur protecting his small body from the elements. 

Unless it was raining, then you would see him running for any kind of shelter. 

“I find it customary, dear friend,” you jest, beginning to climb the steps of the building. It was large, almost doubling the size of the one from the last Inventors Competition you attended. It was hosted in Piltover this year, situated right between the heart of the city, and the bridge that leads to Zaun. The building was a museum, repurposed for the day. Three sets of double doors were propped open, allowing people to freely go in and out. Marble steps lead the way up, the chains on your boots clinking with each step you take. 

“Yet, you’ve arrived late,” Heimerdinger says, “not very customary of you, my dear.”

“Eh,” you shrug, “I doubt my presence was missed.”

He shakes his head, “most have already asked for an audience with you. You’re going to come across many disappointed faces, I fear.”

“Aw, poor babies,” you kiss your teeth, stopping in the doorway to look around the room. Multitudes of tables were set up to hold different inventions. Most of the crowd had already moved on, the aisles free to roam comfortably. 

Although you’d have rather stayed home, there was a nagging that stayed consistent in your mind. It whispered to you during the night, while you tried to work, while you roamed the empty halls of your estate. 

Oh, sweet death. It would sing, a symphony without the strings. 

Heimerdinger's letters on the subject once brought you annoyance, but this year, you decided to indulge him. Months of writing, planning your short visit, tell you what to expect from some of his students. You tried to keep an open mind, but as you survey the room from your standing point, you find mirrors of what you’ve seen before. 

He chuckles, and you nod to the enforcers that stand beside the doors. They barely glance your way, all zoned in your own worlds as they try to stay awake. 

“Tell me,” you muse, “anything promising?”

“That all depends on what you’re looking for,” he smiles, “the entries this year are very promising, I should add.”

Finally making your way into the building, you start down one of the rows, briefly reading off the small cards that line the table. It was intriguing, seeing what the human mind can create. Each one was different, promising innovation and change for the ones who needed it the most. Some were simple, a new irrigation method, a new tool to help with surgery. Others were more intricate, a way to heal broken bones faster, a way to grow taller or thinner in a matter of days. 

Heimerdinger continued to talk at your side, keeping with your slow pace. His voice was bright and joyous, a singing tone that contrasted to yours. He spoke enough for the both of you, and as time passed you’d grown accustomed to his hyperactive personality. Always easy to pick out of the crowd, various voices meshing together in one large mass that you tried to ignore. 

“The last time I was here,” you break the silence, glancing down at bright blue eyes, “you told me I’d be impressed with the entries.”

He pauses, looking at you with narrowed eyes and a twitching lip, “I was correct then, just as I am correct now-”

“Eh,” you wince, scrunching your face up and rocking a hand side to side, “I’d say-”

He cuts you off, speaking over you, it makes you laugh. Holding your hands in surrender at his stern tone, “New minds bring new innovations, different outlooks that we haven’t thought of. It’s brilliant, what the mind can do without restrictions.”

Stopping at the end of the table, you reach out to grab a small device, painted an array of blues and pinks that resemble a chomping shark. On the side was a pin, your thumb brushing over it, nodding your head once and setting it back down. Next to it was a small card, the dimensions, components, and its purpose all messily written.

“Brilliant. Yet, the council never seizes what can excel the cities.”

Heimerdinger huffs, “Many trials can take years to complete, and other items do not get chosen.”

Humming, you choose not to argue. It was something that would always come up between you both. With him on the council, you liked to poke fun. Liked to make jabbing remarks that would cause his fur to bristle, his foot to stomp. He didn’t pick up on it until years later, and stopped indulging your antics. Tonight, you suppose he forgot. The excitement of young minds filled the air, cheerful laughter and jittering tones that spoke too fast. 

The back of the crowd was already making their way into the main ballroom, where all inventors and potential patrons would speak of partnerships and opportunities. Sometimes you wouldn’t even make it to that room, instead heading home after surveying the array of inventions. 

“Has the ranking already been released?” You ask, turning down another aisle. Boots tapping against the tiled floor, you brush down the front of your jacket before continuing. Most things mirrored each other, mostly the same except for a slight difference. It makes you smile, seeing the small things added. A simple touch of a difference that brought out the mind of the inventor. A different paint, a different metal, a different bolt or screw. It was all intentional to them, all things different that make them human. 

“Ah! Indeed! Announced just before your arrival-” He jumps, reaching into his jacket to bring out a piece of paper. It was pristine, decorated with gold and black ink. He handed it to you with a smile, and you looked over it with a raised eyebrow. From left to right, was the ranking, name, age, and small description of each entry. In tiny numbers besides that, was where each person could be found. You briefly look over each description, coming up empty handed on what you were interested in. 

Fourth Place, Ekko ---, 13, ---

Third Place, Powder ---- , 12, ---

Second Place, Jayce ---, 23, ---

First Place, Viktor ---, 24, ---

Your step falters, hand quickly grabbing the edge of the table beside you to right yourself, and you glare at the bolt that slides across the floor. It was a gear, its notches broken and chipped. Heimerdinger hums a light tune under his breath, continuing on his way. He didn’t see you almost fall, didn’t see your eyes narrow and glare at the page in hand before cursing under your breath.

 Shivering, you tilt your head to the side and turn the paper over. The back was filled with an array of the named Patrons, Investors, Mages, anyone who could take a beneficiary. 

In italicised gold ink, was your name.  

Frowning, you glare at Heimerdinger, who continued to make his way to the main room. Perhaps he thought only two rows was enough to look at, he knew what you were here for, after all. 

“I’m done here,” you grumble, turning to leave before Heimerdinger shouts your name, walking quickly down the aisle to meet you once more. Gaze stern, he regards you with a frown, “you just got here, I refuse to let you leave.”

“That’s called kidnapping,” you scoff, trying to walk past, but the Yordle stands in your way. 

“You’re hardly a child, yet with the way you’re acting right now- I can hardly tell the difference.”

You fake a gasp, placing your free hand onto your chest. 

“Heimerdinger, you insult me.”

He ignores you, “you must meet some of the candidates before you leave, who knows- you might find who you’re looking for!”

Sighing deeply, you refuse to look at him, instead turning back around and to stare at the open doors that await you on the other side of the room. You could faintly hear the music that floods through, glasses clinking together as connections are made.

Dropping onto your haunches, you feel your jacket fold behind your knees, puddling around you. His eyes briefly widen, before his hands rest on his hips, beginning to tap against the tiles. 

Holding out the paper, you tap the front, finger brushing along the parchment right next to each name. 

“See these? The names, small descriptions of what they’ve brought?” His eyes flicker, and you can see the gears turning, before he sighs.

“I do, my dear.”

“What is here that will thrive under my apprenticeship?” Heimerdinger's eyebrows relax, the fur atop his lip drooping slightly. He seems to fully deflate for a moment, and then a spark ignites, and he's set alight with a new vigor. 

“If you give a plant no water, will it grow? If you simply look at an unfinished project, how will it come to fruition? You must work for it,” your name is softly spoken, a hand gently placed onto yours. 

“Ha,” you laugh, sarcastic, shaking your head and dropping your arms to rest on bent knees. 

“If I wanted to water a plant, I wouldn’t be here.”

Sighing, he steps closer to grab your free hand once more, his other coming to gently pat the top. 

He was so kind, so gentle with the people around him. All bright colors and curious nature, a mirror to you. Dark colors, disinterested eyes and almost permanent frown.

“Each human is different from the next, you simply have to talk to them. Gage what they want to pursue, and go from there. You’ll find what you’re looking for faster that way, you know.”

Grumbling, you throw him a glare. Standing, you brush off the front of your pants, and turn towards the room once more. Some of the attendees regarded you with curious looks, whispering to their partner while making room for you and Heimerdinger. Others stared with wide eyes, clutching their drink to their chest. 

The room itself was beautiful, an open space once used to present statues and large art pieces. They were moved away, replaced with small tables full of small, bite sized, foods and flutes of champagne. Large windows covered the wall to your right, letting in the sun. Thick, red velvet curtains framed them, golden tassels holding the fabric open. Some were cracked, letting in the clean city air. 

There was a brief moment you hoped you wouldn’t be recognized, but your attire and companion gave you away entirely. 

Piltover was the city of progress, its people dressing as such. With bright colors of gold and white, displaying their house sigils proudly on their own attire, all sparkling and proudly presenting themselves. You didn’t have a house here, didn’t have a name, you didn’t wear Piltover's colors. Keeping your gaze forwards, you try to ignore their intrusive gazes. 

The room itself was chilly, and you reached to pull your jacket tighter around you. It was a deep blue, silver threading and embellishments decorating the front and back. It reached down to your boots, the material slightly billowing behind you as you walked. 

You make your way to the edge of the room, and politely smile at a few young faces who continue to stare. Wearing the academy uniform, you wonder if Heimerdinger would recognize them, but the student body was much too vast now to remember each new face. They each blush, quickly turning back to whoever they were talking to while walking away. Soon, it was only you and Heimerdinger, who continued to smile like nothing was wrong. 

“Why are they looking at me like that?” You ask softly, hands clasping behind your back, paper still in hand. 

Heimerdinger chuckles, “you’re rarely seen in the city, and you wonder why everyone is so curious?”

“I hate being a spectacle,” grumbling, you turn to look at anything else. Trying to ignore the lingering gazes, the whispers that include your name. 

“Maybe,” he gasps, “you should visit more! Oh, now wouldn’t that just be lovely?”

Scowling, you glare, shifting your stance to hiss under your breath, “oh, you’d like that wouldn't you? You little demon.”

He laughs to himself, waving you off, “you just might come to adore the city the longer you frequent. The City of Progress is ever changing, my dear.”

Ignoring him, you try and make out the faces from one another. Some councilors were present, all with a champagne flute in hand as they talked to academy students, other investors, even potential partners that could benefit for their own gain.

One boy, though, all smiling and bright eyed, continued to talk with a small group of students. The one who caught your eye, though, wore the silver medal of second place around his neck. He had a small device in hand, twisting and maneuvering it around to explain to the others how it functioned. Dark hair pushed back haphazardly, tan skin that seemed to glow under the light, he was a handsome young man. 

“What of Jayce-“ you squint, “Jayce Talis?”

Heimerdinger makes a questioning sound, following your line of sight before whistling, the end trailing off, “The beneficiary of House Kiramman, I’m afraid.”

“Hm, not swayable, then?”

He only waves you off, “he seems to be prospering under their care- what of Ekko and Powder?” he’s pointing to a young duo opposite Jayces' group. Sitting at one of the small tables, drinks untouched. They were consumed in a hushed conversation, both staring inquisitively down at an open notebook. Short blue hair stopping just under her shoulders, the young girl bites at her nails. The dress she wore was violet, flowing just past her knees. It matched the pink stripe in her hair perfectly. 

The boy, though, was in an academy uniform, white hair pulled away from his face. Dark skin, kind eyes, his leg tapping anxiously. 

“Ekko and Powder?” You parrot, and Heimerdinger makes a noise in the back of his throat. 

“Best not to separate them,” he stops short, quickly recovering “They work well in tandem, bouncing off each other as if they were small balls of energy. You’d find most progress with both.”

That wouldn’t do; you sigh. Looking back to Jayce’s group, you briefly meet his eyes. A bright hazel that shimmered with energy. He falters in what he was saying, eyes darting between you and Heimerdinger before he frantically looks back to one of his friends. Sighing, you kiss along your teeth. There was no shaking the eyes you would spot in the crowd, clinging to you. They would quickly disappear, blushing and whispering. This part, you hated the most. All the people, staring and whispering. It made you feel small, scrutinized under them. Were some of them judging you for arriving late? Were they wondering when you’d accept a new apprentice? Closing your eyes, you try to level yourself. It wouldn’t do you any good to drag yourself through turmoil. 

“You mentioned a number of them requested an audience?”

“Ah!” he jumps, clapping his hands once, before scurrying away and into the crowd.

You tried to keep yourself steady as student after student was brought to you. Some were smiling, blushing as they offered you their hand politely. The conversations were dragging, them speaking of their ambitions and dreams before being silenced by your raised hand. Some would grow teary, words dying off like the light in their eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” you’d smile, a sympathetic tone wrapping your rejection, “Your ambitions, although bright, do not align with what I’m looking for.”

Some took it better than others, shaking your hand once before departing with disappointed faces and sagging shoulders. Heimerdinger would throw you a glare, ask what was wrong with them, if you were doing it just for spite. Each time, you’d shrug, “they cannot give me what I need, Heimerdinger.”

One girl was promising, Sky Young. She dazzled you with her beauty, crossing her arms and smiling brightly. She had freckles that covered her full cheeks when she spoke, glasses that reflected a dreary image of you. Life danced across her face with each word she spoke, a desire to discover, to create. She offered to show you her ideas, what she had brought as her entry. Her smile didn’t falter when you declined, and for once, you could feel hope dance its way between your ribs. 

Until she mentioned her schooling, and how she’d want to continue innovating and creating. 

With a heavy heart, you reluctantly rejected her. She took it respectfully, dipping her head. 

“I have one more idea, although he did not request an audience,” he sighed, before he departed once more. For, hopefully, the final time tonight. 

Towards the two hour mark, you find yourself standing with your eyes closed, listening to your own breathing and the chatter of conversation around you. The windows had been closed, the sun shining directly through and casting shadows of people along the floor. The music was a repeat of around ten songs, you discovered, and on the seventh song you heard Heimerdinger approaching, the distinctive tapping of a cane following. 

My dear!” Heimerdinger sings, stopping to stand between you both. Smiling forcefully, you ignore the onsetting headache as you look over the man in front of you. Loose pants on long slender legs, a vest that clung to a lithe waist. Fingers that gripped a golden medal, and the pommel of a cane. The ladder made your skin prickle. 

Eyes scanning higher, gliding over the grey tie that fits his throat, brown hair that almost curls around his ears, and dazzling honey gold eyes that stare back at you with unwavering certainty. Shoulders relaxed, the man seemed to be studying you as well. 

“This is Viktor-“ drowning out his voice, you bite down on your tongue. Heat builds across your back, sharp claws digging into your skin to drag its way over your shoulders. Fatigue deep within your bones, you clasp your hands behind your back. 

“A pleasure, truly. Madam?” He smiles, it doesn't reach his eyes. 

Speaking your name plainly, you tilt your head, eyes narrowed, “congratulations on first place. I don’t remember seeing you in attendance last time I was here, are you a new student?”

“Viktor has been my assistant for some time, working under my watchful eye while he completes his studies. Though, he’s one of my top students!”

A hum, and you decide to look at anything but the man in front of you. Stomach turning, you wished for a drink. No doubt, if you could drink the bubbling champagne, you would’ve had five glasses by now. Your head moves towards the windows and when your eyes catch the light, Viktor catches a flash of red tint. He almost shivers, smile wavering and as quickly as you look away, you’re back to watching him intently. 

“Your patron must be proud, working under Heimerdinger personally.”

He waves you off, and Heimerdinger gives you a curious look, gloved hands clasping in front of him, “Viktor has no patron, dear friend.”

Eyebrows rising, you look back at the younger, who was glancing at the painting behind you. Pushing the wings of your coat open, you slide your cold hands into your pockets, paper still in hand. It was folded, now hidden away. You skim your finger over one of four points, pressing it into the pad of your index before retreating.

 “You’ve no patron? Can I ask why?”

It was a first, seeing someone so young without the guidance of a Patron. Every one you had met, were almost all students. They each were vying for one, asking for guidance to help with their research. Viktor, though, had seemingly made it far enough by himself. 

Hands boxing his vest, he only shrugs, “Eh,” he hums, “I find it more fulfilling to work by myself. I simply assist the professor with miniscule tasks when needed.”

You wince, “I apologize on his behalf, then.”

“You insult me! Viktor works diligently and without complaint, thank you,” Heimerdinger gasps, crossing his arms. 

The pair of you chuckle, and before you stop yourself, you find a smile curling around your features, “I commend you, I can barely stay around him for too long before i get a headache.”

“Have you known the Professor long? You speak as if you’re close?”

Your smile falls, and Viktor wonders if he’s spoken out of line. A melancholy look floods your features, and you look to Heimerdinger, “I’ve known him almost my whole life. He’s been a close confidant to me in my times of need, surely as his assistant, you can agree?”

“I can, his guidance has helped me with my personal work.”

“Any success?” You can feel the answer already swelling between you both, and with a disappointed shake of his head, Viktor tenses his shoulders, “Only on paper, the council deems experimentation ‘too soon’”

A small bout of anger pools in your chest, such a brilliant mind, condemned to a rigorous routine of theory after theory, faux solution; one after the other to show a group of councillors, not even proficient in the field of study, what they deem to be ‘safe’. How has such a promising city made so much progress, if minds such as his were forced to sit patiently?

“Isn’t the city of progress supposed to encourage, I don’t know- progress?” Rolling your shoulders back, you give Heimerdinger a pointed look.

“Safety must always come first, dear friend! Not everyone can go into their back yard and ignite an explosion.” He shoots an equally devious expression your way. Viktor clears his throat, shooting Heimerdinger a warning glance. You smirk, and with a tilt of your head you ask teasingly, “have you blown something up, Viktor?”

“My work can sometimes cause an unwanted chain reaction, It’s not as if I want to cause an explosion.”

“‘Sometimes’? Do you regularly almost blow up buildings? What does your work entail for you, hm?”

Cheeks burning, Viktor avoids your eyes, silently cursing the professor for bringing up the select few times an experiment went awry. 

“I want to help the people who need it most, and end the suffering of the common person. My work includes basic machines and tools that could make everyday life more simple, like mine-workers. Why let outdated, faulty machines cause more suffering, when something more reliable and simple can help?”

You're smiling, looking down quickly to slide the toe of your boot across the tiles. It's brief, but it allows you to gather your thoughts, “that’s certainly an ambition.”

“Reminds me of someone, no?” Heimerdinger nudges your leg, and you wave him away. Viktor’s eyes roam your features, “You’re also a scientist?”

“I… used to be, when I was young. Now, I simply provide the necessary equipment for the work to continue. Of course, I oversee it, but I refrain from interfering.” Sliding your hands from your pockets, you flip the now crumpled piece of paper through your fingers. 

“Her apprentices thrive, my boy. You should see the work others have accomplished with the tools she offers!.”

“An apprenticeship?” Viktor looked slightly confused, nose scrunching as he shifted his footing to settle more comfortably. Silent, you nod. Knowingly, you refrained from saying anything else. Your neck was starting to hurt, back aching from standing in one place for so long. 

You could have walked around, mingled with others. Yet, what good would it do? Talking with polite faces that would only speak willfully of you behind your back, fake laughter and fake bonding that would, truly, get you nowhere in this society.

You’d much rather suffer the consequences of stagnation when Viktor looked at you with unhidden emotion. He didn’t try to cover them up with indifference. He bares his emotions without vulnerability, how his eyes narrow and eyebrows furrow, how his nose scrunches in annoyance, how his lips tilt in barely-hidden amusement. You can see it all flicker across his face, moments in time captured by another person’s eyes. It's familiar, you realize, how simple humans truly could be. 

“Mm,” you scrunch your face, not liking the term so carelessly thrown around, “I call it a beneficial agreement.”

“Have you found any success?” Viktor retorts, smiling softly at the way you soften in disappointment. Much like his own, you yearn for a solution.

“I have not, my previous apprentice made great advances in his research. He had a great mind, I wish to find one similar.”

Your friend, though, deemed it a perfect time to raise his own voice, “Would something like that interest you, my boy? I theorize your research would thrive much more with her, rather than me.”

Ice water, poured directly over your head.

“Heimerdinger-“

“Professor-“

Honey gold meets yours, and you promptly raise a hand. It’s familiar how you both regard each other. Too comfortable, you were the one who had to cut it here. 

“While I appreciate the gesture,” a warning issued within the group, blaring red, “I cannot find it within myself to consider someone who isn’t interested in the slightest.”

Viktor bites his cheek. Was he interested? He was secure with his position as Heimerdinger's assistant, yet the idea of being able to thrive in his field without watchful eyes sounded very appealing. Even Heimerdinger himself seemed thrilled at the idea of such a position for him. 

“Who said I wasn’t interested?”

Kissing your teeth, taking a small step backwards, hand settling itself back at your side. 

“Even if you were, I’d have to politely decline.”

Viktor, for once, finds himself at a loss for words. It’s like you’ve completely changed within the second Heimerdinger mentioned the possibility of him working under you.

“Decline? Miss,“ Heimerdinger steps closer, but you send a glare his way. It doesn’t hinder his stubbornness, “Viktor is more than qualified to take on the responsibility!”

“He isn’t-“ you stop short, head tilting as you look him over; Mulling over words that could express how against this you truly were. You look at his shoes, his cane, his chest, and finally his eyes. Curious and inviting, so alive with ambition and determination. 

“He isn’t the right fit.”

Heimerdinger almost laughs, “Right fit? Viktor is my assistant, he has enough determination and willpower to climb the ranks of Piltover! Where others would falter, Viktor thrives. Even with his first time attending, the boy has won first place!”

A sense of pride, Viktor smiles, but your huff of annoyance at the statement makes the emotion fade.

“You’re correct, He’s the assistant to the dean of the academy, doing just fine for himself, as you say.”

“He could be much more, and you know this just as well as I do.”

The beginning of an argument is swelling, both Heimerdinger and you sharing glares and scowls. You’ve taken to crossing your arms, all but ignoring Viktor to turn your attention to the Yordle. Top lip twitching, Heimerdinger almost stomps his foot, “must you make things so difficult?”

You laugh, hands rubbing harshly at your eyes, sarcastically smiling, “first place doesn’t really mean anything, his ambition is too straight forward-”

“My ambition has gotten me this far, miss. If I was willing, I could get farther.”

“So you agree?” gaze narrow, you turn to him with sternness, “you choose to stay stagnant in your current position?”

It's his turn to flare with annoyance, and his eyebrows furrow, “No, I choose to benefit from my current position.”

“The boy is learning, absorbing the information that he gets his hands on. Working under you, he would be exposed to a plethora of material- he would rise higher than he ever could working under me.”

You raise a hand, and suddenly Heimerdinger breathes a heavy sigh, “Viktor, you have a brilliant mind, and a unique outlook. Yet, you do not fit the qualification I’ve set for the position.”

“My dear-” you pointedly glared, and he fell silent, “I wish you the best of luck in your research, now if you’ll excuse me gentleman, I have overstayed my welcome.”

Ignoring the calls of your name, you make your way back to the front of the building. Someone tries to step in your path, but with a tilt of your shoulder you easily slide past them, shortly turning them down with a not-so-pleasant glare. 

You had lost yourself in how easy-going it was to converse with Viktor, almost forgetting why you were there in the first place. In reality, he was the most promising individual you’ve come across. Yet, you couldn’t find it within yourself to take him from the place he thrives most. He wanted to change the city for the better, pursuing actual innovation. How could Heimerdinger cast upon you the decision to ask him to leave his home? To cast aside his well earned position?

Your carriage was still waiting patiently among the others. The sun was starting to set, casting golden rays through the trees that lined the street. There was a man on stilts slowly walking down the street, lighting the lamps that stood tall.  The footman smiles when seeing you, opening the door and offering you his hand. 

Settling yourself down in the uncomfortable seating, you look over the paper, crumpled and folded one to many times. The edges were worn with your fiddling, and slowly you unfold it to look over the seemingly never ending list of names. 

First place, Viktor —-

There's a small sliding door that sits between you and the coachman, a little bigger than the size of your hand. Silver hinges with small ornate detailing, and a matching silver latch that swung side to side during the bumpy rides. It slides open smoothly, green eyes and white bushy eyebrows gaze back with a softness akin to a grandfather.

“Where to, my lady?”

Clearing your throat, swallowing thickly, you toss the paper onto the seat beside you. Relaxing, you breathe deeply and take one final look at the museum, “take me home.”

“As you wish, my lady”

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Your home was large enough to house a great family, yet only you remained. The halls were dark, two wings once occupied with life. Now, only a few rooms from each were used. The library was full of unread books, your laboratory untouched by your hands for years. Your office was where you mainly resided. In front of the windows that climbed up to your ceiling, filling the room with dimmed light that cascaded over the misty hills. The estate's walls were cold, its occupants bundling with layers to defend themselves from sickness. You’ve grown used to it, but your staff still wandered around with pink noses and thick shawls. 

One member of the staff, Miss Aleena, was one of the few who remained. Her grey eyes regarded you with warmth, wrinkles and tired smile showing her years. She was slower, yet still refused to rest. She continued with her work day after day, and sometimes kept you company during her downtime. She made her way around your office easily, stepping over thrown books and crumpled pieces of paper. All to set a wine glass on your desk, though what filled it was not wine. 

“Three animals today, my lady. Deer, fox, or rabbit?”

You hum, still gazing at the rolling hills. The glass was held together with silver framing, a thick set of curtains hanging from the ceiling and pooling on the carpeted floor. Holding out your hand, you wait until she picks the glass back up to set it into your hand. The surface was painted with flowers, all faded. You lift it to your nose, sniffing once before grimacing. 

“Rabbit.”

She chuckles, reaching out to tap your cheek. You almost wave her away, but these were moments you rarely receive. To have another person touch you, human warmth was like no other. 

Spinning in your chair, you set the glass back down and slouch, rubbing harshly at your eyes. Miss Aleena makes her way to the chair that sits in front of your desk, slowly descending with a huff. She doesn’t say anything, rarely does. Instead, she lets you fill the silence with whatever words you want. Her hair, salt and pepper, was pulled back from her slim face. Grey eyes comforting as they watch you, never judging. 

“I’m not thirsty.”

You were lying, of course. The churning of your stomach was the dead give away, and she raises an eyebrow at you in retort. Slowly, you reach out to grab the glass once more, raising it to take a small sip. 

Blood tastes different with each animal. Rabbit, for example, was sweeter than deer, yet more tart than fox. It starts as a treat, warm and inviting, until you swallow and are greeted with the kick at the end. Wincing, you groan. Shivering at the taste, you take another small drink. It was never good to drink too much at a time, you’ve learned the hard way. 

“I don’t know why the gods forsake me,” you grumble, “I ask for a simple thing. One thing, yet time and time again I’m rejected and turned away. Something is always blocking this path, and for whatever reason, I cannot get past it.”

“Maybe it’s something you shouldn't pursue,” her timid voice responds, and you shake your head. Center of your lips stained red, you cross your legs. 

“Do you know what it's like to live for 800 years?”

She smiles, “I know what it’s like for 73.”

“Its a living torture,” you smirk, and she hums. “I cannot sleep, cannot eat or drink what you do. I cannot fall in love, I cannot feel happiness-”

“And why is that, my lady?”

You huff, chest squeezing, “it is a fleeting thing, happiness, love. A human can love their entire life, and feel fulfilled by the end. Humans have the pleasure of an ending, while I live in a purgatory specifically designed for me. No matter how hard I try, I simply cannot die.”

You take another drink, looking over the small pile of papers still left on your desk. Requests and letters signed with black ink mock you, the dates in the top corners taunting. 

“Tell me, then,” she requests, “when you’ve fallen in love.”

The question makes your shoulders tense, flashes of memories blinking past your eyes. Years upon years of memories, yet they all boil down to moments in your life. 

“I-” you clear your throat, “I can’t remember what love feels like. I suppose feelings fade with time,” you look down into your glass, your reflection staring back. 

Miss Aleena sighs, “my dear, I may not be as old as you, but I am still old. I know what love looks like,” she stands from her chair, brushing off the front of her dress. 

“Indulge me, what does it look like?”

“It looked like that gleam in your eyes, my lady.”

Head tilting, you watch a smile creep across her face. Chuckling, you rub your thumb along the top of your hand, cold as always. Miss Aleena reached out, gesturing to your almost empty cup, “would you like a refill?”

You shake your head, and watch as she turns to make your way back to the door. Spinning, you turn your gaze back to the misty hills, how the sun tries to break through, and tries to wrap a golden blanket around the trees that border your land. 

“Maybe I should just have you find me someone.”

Miss Aileena laughed, old and tired, she sounded like her mother, “I think that’s a terrible idea.”

“How so? You’re a great observer, and you follow my instructions without retort!” 

“I don’t know much about science, my lady. If I were to bring someone in, you would find something inadequate.”

She was right, and you knew it. 

The door opens, and a male voice clears his throat. You almost groan, instead you rest your elbow on the arm of your chair, supporting your head on a clenched fist. 

“My lady?” It was Benedict, who’s voice matched his appearance. Silky and smooth, all fine cursive lines that dance across his body. You can hear his smile as he looks at Miss Aleena.

“Ah, hello nana,” he says softly, before the door creaks and he coughs. 

“What is it, Benedict?” Nails tapping, your head rolls to rest against the chair. His body straightens, green eyes roaming over your desk. His cheeks were pink, and he sniffled before speaking.

“You have a visitor- I told him you didn’t take guests, but he was very adamant on seeing you.”

Your tongue lightly grazes your canines, feeling the sharp points. You can barely remember the last time you used them, opting for your kitchen to hunt and gather your drinks. 

They, your hunter, would leave in the morning when the dew still clung to the grass. They’d gather enough animals to last the following week, put them in the freezer, and then go back to their home in the village. Of course, you offered housing here, but it only took them one look at the vine covered rocks to politely decline. 

“How adamant?” You tease, hearing Benedict huff, his clothes rustling.

“He said he wouldn’t leave until he had an audience with you.”

“Hm,” you muse, using your foot to sway the chair back and forth slightly. 

“Let him in, then”

Benedict nods, shaggy hair falling in front of his eyes as he backs from the room, heavy steps receding down the hallway. Miss Aileen’s heels click across the wood as she crosses the room, picking books up from the floor and setting them gently back onto your desk. 

It takes a moment, but soon you can hear the incoming tap of a cane, and the hushed voices from beyond your closed door. 

Hair raising, you refuse to turn in your chair as the door opens once more. Tensing, you can feel your chest clench until his voice tears through the room- assertive and commanding. 

“You have to have a certain kind of nerve to accuse me of not being qualified enough to work under you.”

Your hand drops from your chin, hanging over the arm. Finger running across the tips of your nails, you refrain from sighing.

“What are you doing here, Viktor?”

“I simply find it unacceptable to push me aside and call me unqualified to work under you simply because of my status and ability to do what is required,” his tone is accusatory, anger surrounding him. Slowly, you find your eyebrows furrowing. Your head drops to the side, and you look at him from over your shoulder, chair slightly turned as to not hurt your neck. 

His cheeks are flushed, eyebrows pinched together in anger as he leans against his cane. Miss Aileen stands to the side, eyes wide as she looks at him. His golden eyes falter when they meet yours, flickering between your dazzling gaze. When you turn the chair more, the sun that barely peaks through the clouds catches them, red shining through briefly. 

It makes him shiver, how predatory your gaze was. 

“Miss Aileen, please give us the room,” you don’t break eye contact, instead turning the chair so you face him fully. It gives him the charm to look you over, from your relaxed attire to the red tint that stains your lips. 

Makeup? No, he thinks, your attire betrays the need for makeup. You were home, relaxed enough to not find the need for it. Eyes flicker to the desk, landing on the almost empty glass. 

Ah, the wine. 

“Say again?”

He huffs, feeling that anger flare in his stomach and he stands tall once more, why was he here? He didn’t quite know, following that gut instinct to follow you and prove that he was right for the role he still knew nothing about. 

 “I have worked too hard to get where I am today to simply be pushed aside due to prejudice from a person whom I’ve never even met-“

“You think prejudice is the reason for my rejection?” There’s a flicker of disappointment, a sadness that festers behind it. You sigh, rubbing at your eyes before sitting up in your chair, “Viktor, listen,” your voice is softer this time, sharp edge dulled. 

“You want to create things, bring goodness to the world. My task is the complete opposite-“

“How can you come to that conclusion when you haven’t even asked me for my opinion on the matter? For a scientist, you come to conclusions rather abruptly.”

Shoulders sagging, you reach out and grasp your wine glass, the thick liquid-

Thick liquid?

Viktor watches as you take a sip, the sides of the glass stained a deep ruby red as it settles back at the bottom. It’s crimson, shining in the light and the true answer to what sits in the glass whispers itself in his ear softly. 

“Is that blood?”

You smile, a sad tilt of lips, raising the glass in a congratulation before setting it back down. You push yourself from the chair, silk gown dancing around you like a breeze, it makes it seem like you are floating, gliding your way around the desk to lean against it. 

“If it is? What would you do, Viktor?”

His breath catches in his throat, and he mulls over what he could possibly say. 

“If I told you, my life goes against the natural order, would you believe me?”

Your hands brace behind you, feet crossing at the ankles as you regard him with a glint in your eyes. You're assessing him. Watching as his eyes flicker around you, watch as he tenses, jaw clenching. Watch as his hand grips the pommel of his cane just a little tighter, how he leans away from you. 

“Since you think yourself qualified, I’ll give you my symptoms and you come up with a theory as to what I am cursed with,” you spit the words. Viktor finds himself nodding, going against his own natural order as you push away from the desk. Making your way to the tall book shelf that lined the walls, your fingers skin across the fabric spines of book after book. Shoes muted by the carpet, you move silently. 

“I cannot sleep, I cannot get sick, from what you’ve just noticed; I drink blood.” Slowing, you curl your finger around the top of a book, pulling it gently from its place. It was almost fully black, silver edging flaking off. A red piece of ribbon, frayed at the end, was hanging from the top edge. A book mark ready for use, he guessed. 

“I live longer than normal humans, and I cannot die.”

Silence, and you refrain from moving from the wall of books. You seem to fit in perfectly, a timeless beauty. Yet, as he looks away to gaze back at the cup of blood, he sighs. 

“Common, Viktor,” you whisper, teasing, “you were so vocal earlier. What happened?”

“I shouldn’t have come here,” he murmurs, taking a step back because now you’re right in front of him. Holding that book out for him to take, “no, you shouldn’t have. Now, you have to face the consequences of your own pride.”

Hesitant, he takes the book, looking over the cover and when he registers the words sewn into the fabric he almost laughs.

“A vampire?”

“Mm,” you hum, crossing your arms as you make your way back to your desk, leaning back. He tilts the book, letting it fall open to a random page. He briefly reads over it, pictures hand drawn, cursive words in a foreign language underneath. The paper was tinged yellow, wrinkled on the edges like it’d been thrown into a bath of water and then dried again. 

“An immortal scientist passing down knowledge through their apprentices, what an ambition,” he mocks your words, snapping the book shut and looking back up. You’re frowning, and after turning your upper body to grab the glass, you twist it to allow the little remaining liquid to coat the sides. Faded blue flowers in front of a wave of blood, you don't look at him anymore, shoulders slumped. 

“I don’t teach them, I simply have a task for them to complete. In return, they’re given access to my abundance of gathered knowledge.”

“And what is this task I’m so unqualified for, exactly?”

“Viktor,” you sigh, eyes closing. He can feel his chest squeeze, and he breathes deeply before continuing, “how do you know I’m unwilling to help you?”

“Help me? Viktor, if you had the opportunity to create death, would you?”

“Death?” His eyebrows furrow, and when you nod he can slowly see the pieces falling into place. The book feels heavy in hand, his thumb gently rubbing across the indented words that title the front. 

The Known Ways Of Vanquishing A Vampire

“I want to die, and I cannot touch the tools that will create it. I need someone to do it for me, so I’ll ask again; if you had the opportunity to create death, would you?”

His brain tells him to decline. His whole life, he’s sworn to help people survive. To bring them longer life, to cure them of the hindrance that plagues them. Yet, his gut urges him to look at you. To see what you truly looked like, he can see your fatigue. He can see how your shoulders slouch, how slow you really move. To others, you were a monster. A demon who comes at night to drink their bodies dry. To him, in the moment, he simply saw a woman cursed. Forever to wander, never to truly rest. 

“Are you suffering?” His voice is quiet. Lips lifting, you nod once, “yes, Viktor.”

Fingers tapping once against his cane, his gut overrides his brain, and he speaks his decision into the air with a stern voice. 

“Then I will help you.” 

Although there’s hesitation clinging to you, you speak with a soft voice, “let’s get started then, shall we?”

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Fake Dating, Real Feelings Pt.1

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 925

Summary: Your friend Tara invites you to a party, but she has an ulterior motive. (This chapter is mainly build-up to what I’ll be writing in later parts, so if you don’t like slow burns then you may want to wait for later chapters to be released to begin reading <3.)

Warning: A little bit toxic (but will get better in later chapters!!)

A/N: This chapter is kinda ass ngl but more parts will come out later w/ more fluff-heavy chapters (and potentially smut)

You sat in bed, propped up on two pillows, scrolling on your laptop. It was finals season- meaning you were now starting the 9 page term paper that was due tomorrow at 12pm. It wasn’t ideal, but you had enough time to where you were still putting off writing your paper. You weren’t writing your essay on your laptop, you were scrolling through Pinterest.

That was, of course, until you got a text from someone. Picking up your phone to see who the message was from, you instinctively kicked your feet when you saw the name of who it was from. Tara. Your friend tara. The friend you just so happened to have a massive thing for.

Shutting your laptop and properly sitting up, you unlocked your phone to read the message from her.

Tara: Hey, you up?

You stared at the message for a moment, contemplating whether or not to reply. It was already 9:30, you could just leave Tara on delivered and lie tomorrow that you had had an “early night”. After all, your paper needed to get done and you could tell from the nature of Tara’s text that she either wanted to go somewhere or do something.

Yeah right, that would take more self control than you had.

Y/n: Ofc, what’s up?

Immediately after sending the text, you were met with a “Read 9:36 PM”. You watched the gray bubbles dance on your phone screen, before they disappeared and re-appeared.

Tara: Last time I’ll ask this, I swear

Tara: Will you come to a party with me tn? I want to show up like 10:30 😊

You groaned, staring at your phone again before replying. This wasn’t an infrequent request from Tara by any means- she always needs a DD considering the fact that she seems to love getting wasted. With time, the request had become more and more of a chore as she seemed to get drunker and drunker at each party you took her to. Going to parties with Tara wasn’t fun anymore, but you knew she would just find someone else to go with her if you said no and you didn’t want that.

Y/n: I’ll be there in 30.

Throwing your blankets off and setting your laptop on the nightstand, you got up, walking over to the closet. Why did you always go along with whatever Tara wanted? Well, the answer to that was obvious, but you would rather die than admit your feelings for Tara were getting serious.

After throwing on a black miniskirt and tank with a jacket on top and some boots you got into your car and began the drive to Tara’s house. This was a drive you knew all too well, and not for good reason.

When you got to Tara’s house the front door was already open, with just the screen door shut and Tara visible and sitting on the stairs. She was wearing flare jeans and a ribbed blue henley with some white Converse. You couldn’t explain how, but Tara always seemed to make the most basic of outfits come off as breathtaking. Maybe her face card was enough of an accessory.

Spotting you from where she sat on the stairs, Tara leapt up and smiled, waving her hands at you. She opened the screen door, squealing.

“Y/n! You came! Thank you so much!”

Tara’s joy was always infectious, making you forget your original reservations about that night. A smile spread across your own face as you waved back awkwardly, unsure of what to do whenever Tara’s attention was fully on you.

“Of course I did,”

You said, unaware of how un-enthusiastic you came across. You were always excited to see Tara, but being around her often made you feel awkward, frequently making it seem like you have a lackluster temperament.

“Could you act any less excited to see me?”

Tara teased as she held open the screen door for you, allowing you to enter her home.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to-“ you began to speak, but Tara cut you off, noticing how you seemed genuinely apologetic.

“No, I was joking. It’s okay, y/n/n,” she reassured you, offering another smile.

You smiled back and nodded in agreement, not wanting to say anything else about the matter, still embarrassed about the interaction. Tara led you up to her bedroom (not that you were unfamiliar with it).

“I just need to do my makeup real quick and then we can leave,” Tara assured you, aware that it was getting closer and closer to 10:30.

“‘real quick?’” you laughed. “Since when do you do your makeup ‘real quick’?”

“Hey, last time you came over I did my makeup in ten minutes, max- That’s, like, record time for me,” Tara defended herself, raising her hands in the air, primer in hand.

“It was more like half an hour, not ten minutes,” you corrected her as she rolled her eyes. “And why’d you invite me this time? Or was it just to be your designated driver again?” you half-called Tara out, passing it off as a joke, as you took in her features, taking advantage of the fact that she was preoccupied. You loved all of Tara’s features, but her eyes were definitely at the top of the list. How could anyone not love them?

“About that..” Tara said, stopping her makeup application, making an uncomfortable face. “I kind of need you to pretend like you’re dating me.” Suddenly, you were snapped out of your thoughts.

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     "Innie!” Y/n yelled into the youngest apartment.

     Everyone else she had bothered was out doing something already. The boys had been busy the last couple of days after they found the ring leader for the rival gang that was intercepting their shipments. From what she knew, it was a lot of interrogations that she was not privy to the gruesome details of.

     "Kitchen." she heard him call.

     "I thought you weren't allowed in the kitchen?" she asked as she joined him while he looked through his fridge

     "I started a fire once in a kitchen five years ago and none of them will let me live it down." the youngest sighed

     "Mainly Seungmin,” Y/n added.

     "Don't believe a word that dog says," Jeongin warned her closing his fridge

     Y/n simply giggled as he walked over to her. "Have you eaten yet?" Jeongin asked

     "Had a small breakfast," she told him

     "Get dressed, we're going to go get breakfast,” Jeongin said.

     “I saw food in your fridge. Can’t cook?” Y/n asked

     “That’s not the point, come on.”

     She let Jeongin drag her back to her apartment and helped her get dressed before they got in one of the gang’s many cars and set out to find breakfast. Y/n had no clue where Jeongin was taking her until the car came up to a restaurant. One she had never seen or heard of before. But that was one thing she had learned with the gang, there were a lot of places in Seoul that she had no idea existed. Especially the shady places.

     She hadn't been taken to anything she would have considered "shady". The boys had done their best to keep her safe from those places. But she was a little concerned when Jeongin walked with her through a narrow alleyway. He knocked on the door and someone she assumed worked at the place or for the gang answered the door. He looked at the two of them and stepped aside to let them inside.

     Jeongin let her in first and walked in behind her. "The usual, Mr. Yang?" the man asked

     "Yes," Jeongin answered as he brought her to a table and pulled a chair out for her. Y/n thanked him and took a seat.

     "The same for your guest?" the same man asked.

     "Yeah."

     The man left the two of them alone and disappeared into the back. Y/n got a look around the building. It was well-lit but also on the darker side. "What is this place?"

     "One of our other clubs. Speakeasy. Hyunjin runs this place mostly. Explains the decor and the great food," Jeongin explained. “We do a lot of our business meetings here too."

     "And you brought me here for the food?" Y/n asked, giggling a bit.

     "Yeah," Jeongin answered as the man brought out their food.

     "Mr. Yang only ever comes for the food,” the man said as the food was put in front of them

     “Not all the time," Jeongin argued back as the man chuckled and walked away.

     Y/n smiled at the youngest gang member’s reaction and started eating the food in front of her. Jeongin followed suit and enjoyed the meal for some time. Up until someone else knocked on the door. Neither of them paid mind to the door as the gentleman who had been serving them walked to the door and opened it. "You're not welcome here and you know that." 

     Jeongin's head perked up and looked at the door. The people on the other side of the door pushed past the man and Jeongin stood up. Y/n looked behind her to see who had just walked in and it wasn't anyone she had ever seen before. Jeongin had some idea as he pulled out his gun but kept it to his side. "What can I help you with, gentleman?"

     Y/n noticed a few more people come out from the back with their guns. She concluded these weren't associates of the gang.

     "Where's our boss?" one asked

     "Not any of your business," Jeongin stated

     Y/n couldn't see this going anywhere good. Sure, there were only three or four men who had barged in, but she could feel the anger radiating off them. They seemed to be henchmen or low-ranked associates of the leader she had helped Hyunjin catch the other night.

     "Seems like it is our business."

     "Your call Mr. Yang," another one of the boy’s underlings said.

     Jeongin took a moment to assess the situation before motioning for Y/n to stand and join him. She followed his instructions and walked to his side of the table. Jeongin took her hand just as they shot at her feet. The younger man pulled her behind him and pointed his gun at them. 

     Y/n looked at the men in front of them. Smiling at Jeongin as if they had just figured out something. “Close your eyes and cover your ears,” Jeongin whispered to her

     Y/n hid behind Jeongin’s frame more and did as she was told. Even covering her ears, the gunfire was loud. Multiple guns going off for what seemed like forever but it was maybe a few moments later when Jeongin turned to her and uncovered her ears. 

     “You okay?” Jeongin asked her

     “Yeah,” Y/n answered him

     “Let’s go. Let our men clean up the mess.”

     Y/n followed Jeongin out of the speakeasy. She couldn't help but notice the bodies on the ground. Blood pooled under them and splattered on the walls. Jeongin’s men already moving around to dispose of the dead bodies, bullets, discarded guns, everything. 

     Y/n stepped over the dead and blood puddles with Jeongin’s help. She looked back once they got outside before the door was closed behind them. “Sorry. You didn’t need to get involved in that.” Jeongin apologized as they got back into the car

     “I’m just surprised this is the first time I’ve seen one of you guys get violent,” Y/n said as she looked over at Joining in the driver’s seat, “Are you okay? You didn’t get hit did you?”

     “I’m fine. I’ll take care of it when we get back.”

     “So you were hurt,” Y/n scolded him as he started driving back to the apartment

     “Y/n, it’s fine. I’ve been shot before.”

     “That doesn’t make it any better,” Y/n grumbled next to him

     The car fell silent after that. That didn’t mean she didn’t notice the blood staining his shirt and the groans of pain he occasionally let out. Or how he would press down on the wound. Jeongin didn't say a thing for the whole car ride. He even remained silent as they got back up to his part of the building.

     “You don't have to stay here,” Winging told her as he grabbed his first aid kit and sat on the couch. 

     “No, but I’m helping you.” Y/n took the kit from him, “Shirt off.”

     “Demanding,” Jeongin joked 

     “Didn’t know you were into that,” Y/n retaliated as he discarded the bloody fabric

     “Should be fine to leave the bullet in for now,” Jeongin told her

     “Are you sure?” Y/n asked as she sat in front of him on the ground

     “Yeah. I’ll be fine with it in me for a bit. It didn’t hit any major organs or anything. No pain either.” Jeongin told her

     “Are you sure it’s okay though?”

     “Never taken care of a bullet wound before?” 

     “No, you’re the first.”

     “Honored,” Jeongin chuckled, “I don’t know if it’s blasted little bits off. And if you remove it wrong it very well could kill me.”

     “Oh, well I don’t want to do that.”

     “Yeah. Just clean what you can and put some gauze over it for now.”

     “Okay,” Y/n agreed.

     Jeongin walked her through cleaning the wound and securing the gauze over said wound. She cleaned up the first-aid kit as the younger man went to grab a new shirt and changed into a pair of sweats. 

     “Other than being shot, you’re okay?” Y/n asked as she stood in his doorway

     “Yeah,” Jeongin told her and walked back over to her. “Thanks.”

     It was quick. Jeongin kissed her lips before pulling back and patting her head

     “Shouldn’t you get some rest?” Y/n asked him

     “Gonna nurse me back to health?” Jeongin teased her

     “Well your nurse says, get some sleep.”

     Y/n pushed him back towards his bed and made him sit back on the bed. Jeongin smiled as he pulled her down onto his lap. His hands holding her in place as he leaned in to kiss her neck and chest 

     “I’ve got a better idea of how you can nurse me back to health.” 

     Y/n tilted Jeongin’s head back and pressed her lips onto his. The gangster smiled and pulled her closer to him by her hips. Y/n was trying to be mindful of the wound on his abdomen as her hips started rolling against his.

     Jeongin smiled and groped her ass, pulling her closer to his body before she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Jeongin moaned into the kiss as his hands moved up her back, pushing the fabric of her shirt up. Y/n let his hands wander and pull at the fabric for a moment more before she— as gently as she could— pushed him back onto the. Jeongin’s eyes narrowed on her as he watched her discard her clothes before pulling his sweats and boxers down. He lifted his hips to assist her a bit before settling back on the pillow under his head.

     His hands found their way to her hips and pulled her further up his torso. “Words, Mr. Yang.”

     “Get that pretty ass on my face, nurse,” Jeongin growled

     Y/n happily moved herself onto his face, straddling him as he pulled her down onto his face. Wrapping one of his arms around her thigh, not to stretch his wounded side, he let his tongue slip inside her. Letting his saliva mix with her wetness. Y/n rolled her hips against his face as Jeongin’s tongue lapped at her walls. His nose hit her clit perfectly.

     His hand held the skin of her thigh tightly, his free and wrapping around his aching cock. Stroking himself in time with his tongue in her pussy and the role of the hips. Y/n steadied herself using his headboard with one hand while the other gripped his dark locks. 

      Both their moans filled the room as Jeongin’s hips bucked into his hand. Grumbling to himself before passing her off his face, making her look down. 

     “Turn around and sit back down,” he barked

      Y/n did what he ordered and turned around, facing the other end of the room. Jeongin grabbed her hips and went straight back to eating her out. Hands crawling up her back and pressing her forward. She leaned down over him and wrapped her mouth around him. His moans vibrated through her as his hips buckled up into her mouth. Desperate for both his and her release. 

      Jeongin moaned as Y/n’s hips jerked on his face before he cum coated his tongue. He let her ride out her high before reaching down and holding her head down as his cum filled her mouth. Moaning around his cock until he pulled her mouth and pulled her off his cock. 

     Y/n got off and turned to face him again as Jeongin laid back against his sheets. “Feel better?” She asked

      “Much,” Jeongin breathed before pulling her onto his chest, “Stay close by though. Might need more treatment in a bit.”

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lee minho x m!reader

chapter summary; you just can’t live with the silence. you can’t bear it. this time, you prove minho you really will risk it all for him. will he take it or leave you with your heart bleeding in your hands?

content warning; subtle internalized homophobia + subtle insecurity + tension + constant change of pov (mainly minho’s) + crying + makeout session

content genre; idol au + actor au + fluff + angst + 9th member! reader

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it’s cold. frozen and heavy. 

that’s how you could describe your heart after what had happened days ago. your mind? static. looking for signal. waiting on connection. 

concert tours are coming up. your management had managed to sort something out with the executive directors of the drama so that once you come back from tour with the group, shooting wouldn’t be delayed or a hassle. the thought of it is dreadful. you still have to pull off a few conferences and amidst your tour dates some photo shootings have been crushed into your schedule. 

as much as it pisses you off, it also can’t be helped. 

“what’s your favorite scene?” an interviewer asks. 

you blink, having zoned out. gayoung’s soft touch on your knee brings you back to your current position. 

“me personally,” gayoung says with her fluent english. “i really loved the scene where i had to ride a horse.”

you stare at her before smiling. the other actor, another close friend of yours on set is minwoo, he laughs. 

“i had to help her five times to climb on that thing because she kept slipping.”

“ah, the cons of being a gnome,” you tease automatically.

everyone busts laughing while gayoung gives you an offended expression. she starts an argument, you feed it. 

minho clutches his phone as he watches the interaction from his screen. the video had been posted not so long ago now. he can’t help it, seeing you from a screen and aching. why had he been so stupid? kissing you? confessing? 

you two could never be as perfect as you and gayoung are. your chemistry is absolutely beautiful. it’s so natural. how could he ever compare to something like that. much less now? he ruined what he had with you. was a kiss really worth it? absolutely not. not after the rift he created with you became unmendable. 

“y/n, since the drama is based on a book, it has been said that the first few episodes on the next season you’ll have to portray heartbreak, betrayal and desperation. will that be hard for you?”

he watches how you shake your head immediately, that joyful expression you had dropped “i have to display a raw emotion, most of the time we as actors have to study how to display something we’ve never experienced but in this case, i’ve actually experienced heartbreak and desperation.”

minho’s eyes widened a bit. are you insane? how could you say that with your girlfriend right next to you? 

“could you maybe give us some insight on that?”

“well,” you look up at the ceiling for a moment. then you look back at the screen but for some reason it feels like you’re looking at him. as if you knew he was watching. “as an idol and actor you need to let go of many things you end up carrying, i think everyone does and everyone has someone to seek out and trust enough to simply rant and be yourself with. yet, things kind of change when you grow in the industry… maybe the fans don’t know this about me but i cherish those who i’m close with and will always find a way to keep our bonds, despite how i seem like i’ll let people come and go- it’s nothing like that. filming this drama took a lot out of me…”

“it not only took away my sleep but it took something else away. i loved shooting it, but if i had to do everything all over again…” you pause, sighing, “i think i would… but i’d change a lot of things and work hard not just to keep my career going but to keep those around me too. yeah, maybe we can’t stop people from leaving when they decided they will no matter what but it doesn’t change how horrible that feeling is.’

“you have gayoung though, as a couple i’m sure you share your burdens with her now, right?”

bitterness flashes across your features for a moment. no one has caught that, no one will. only minho.

because as much as it hurts… he’s the only one that knows you more than you know yourself. 

“of couse,” you smile. bitter. “just shows that when someone won’t be there for you, someone else will.” you pause, “and be better.”

ouch. minho turns off his phone, he covers his face into his hands and breathes wetly. he really is the worst, isn’t he?

fans have started to notice the distance between the two of you. bubble messages flood in every now and then saying they hope you and he are doing okay. he sees the comments questioning the silence that has been built between you two. the members know. 

well, they don’t know you two had kissed or that he is inevitably in love with you. 

but they know you two are not in good terms. 

chan had questioned you about it and when you didn’t give him a believable answer he had seeked minho out. all minho said was — “y/n is just too busy to keep what we have, i made sure he focuses on his career.” which in turns absolutely outed the fact minho caused all of this. the look of disappointment chan gave him is the same one he gives himself after crying and looking in the mirror.

even crying feels illegal. 

the worst part is you and jisung share the dorm with him. he hears jisung question you about your distance. he hears you talk to people— to gayoung — over the phone. he bumps into you on the way to the laundry, to the bathroom, in the kitchen. 

he works with you.

he lives with you.

he misses you. 

yet, you’re not his to seek out anymore. you’re his coworker now. 

nothing more… 

“where’s y/n? we’re about to board the plane,” jeongin says with a pout. 

minho unconsciously looks around, equally wondering where you are. they had driven to the airport at around 10 and you weren’t in the dorms. through check ins, you still hadn’t popped up. 

later, however, the video of you running through the airport with your bodyguard and manager blows up. minho finds that out in the van after landing in tokyo. he had wondered why you were so disheveled when you entered the plane. 

“we have four concerts here in japan,” seungmin mumbles to himself, “we have one day to roam around, one morning left and then we’re off to the states.”

“doesn’t y/n hyung have a private conference in the states?” jisung asks.

“what?” minho frowns.

chan sighs, “he really needs to take a break. this whole year is going to be packed.” he rests his head back on the seat, “he barely managed to pull off the concerts in korea.”

“well we do have a few free days in between our concerts,” seungmin offers, “he’ll have some sort of rest.”

minho swallows. are you really that busy? 

he still doesn’t get to see much of you. he’s had to hear hyunjin recap how you have 2 interviews a day before flying with them to japan. how you had to pull an all nighter to review a script for a morning commercial schedule. it’s crazy, he thinks. how are you alive. 

when all of you come to the venue to rehearse, he sees you thrudge in after chan, who seemingly had to drag you here. your hair is everywhere, your face puffy from sleep, your large hoodie and baggy joggers make you look small. minho forces himself to look away, his heart clenching at your adorable sight. 

practice goes alright, minho thinks. sound check goes well, jisung and changbin goofed off with the autotune. they had tried to pull you into their fun scheme but minho noticed how you grimly looked at them. it didn’t change how you still went along with it, always willing to entertain the guys. they’re your family just as much as they’re his. still, everyone is tense around you two.

because they know.

they know their favorite hyungs are in weird terms. they don’t ask, they don’t have to. it’s visibly written in the air. 

“minho can you go check on y/n,” chan asks him the morning of the official concert. 

everyone went through the same checks and passed. everything is ready. minho hadn’t really seen you today regardless, despite dancing and singing beside you. he truly does not recall you being around other than on stage, not even during lunch break. 

“why me?” he asks without thinking, it even comes out bitterly. 

chan stares at him for a moment. no one is around, just him and minho. “are you really going to drag this out?” he asks, tone evidently showing how angry he is, “everyone else is checking up on him except you. what are you two doing?”

minho looks away, fists clenching at his sides. “we’re just… not in a good spot-“

“and how long will that last? huh? y/n isn’t prideful like you are, so who is dragging it out?”

that was like a slap in the face. 

“minho, don’t shut me out.”

yet minho closed the door and never dared get near it. you never begged again. verbally. he took notice of your sad eyes after the fight. he felt your presence begging to call for him. yet you didn’t. because you knew the door that was slammed in your face would never open again. 

“i’ll check up on him before we get on stage,” he says softly. 

chan sighs, “i’ll take it.”

backstage, as he’s getting in his outfit, he sees you thrudge around. on your phone. clearly you’re talking to gayoung. he sees you smile for a second before walking out. he can’t help but follow you out discreetly. you step behind a wall, he stays around the corner. 

“i’m screwed,” you whisper. “so fucking screwed, you have no idea.”

minho steps back. well you’re alive and that’s all that matters. why would he check up on you? you don’t need him. you have the guys. you have gayoung. that’s clearly who you’re talking to.

he doesn’t need to overstep. your life isn’t something he’s involved in. 

“minho! y/n!” 

minho whips his head around, his heart pounding. does hyunjin have to be so fucking loud!? outing him like this!? he should leave before you realize he was right behind you- he makes the mistake of turning around again and coming face to face with you. 

he’s caught. 

he swallows and stares up at you. your dark eyes boring into him. you’re all ready to get on stage. he couldn’t even speak if he wanted to. there’s nothing to say. 

the way you walk past him makes his heart drop. 

the act was unfamiliar until 2 months ago. that’s how long he’s been dragging it out. that’s how long it’s been when he hurt your feelings and smashed his along. it felt like so little time but it felt like an eternity ago.

an eternity that is burned into his skull and haunts him. 

not even the roar of the fans when they come on stage silences the thousands of thoughts in his head. 

he’s on the stage feeling like a puppet. except his strings tangle with yours. the amount of times you bumped into him from stumbling were too many to count. he hates it. 

and he hates how much he worries. 

above all, he hates that he can’t near you. 

and it’s his fault. 

it’s probably the fourth concert day, the last concert in japan. they’ll be here for a day or so before flying back to korea. 

your chest feels tight. 

you get nauseous a lot. you can’t really stomach much. at most a soup you get at the hotel you’re all staying at but even that leaves you with an upset stomach. 

you had filmed a commercial in japan, gayoung had been flown out here. it frustrated you, didn’t matter where you went, gayoung had to be involved somehow. the girl isn’t at fault, it’s the company, you know that. 

“oppa are you sure you’re okay?” she asks.

you raise your head and look at your phone. the video call started thirty minutes ago when she finally landed and finished going through security. you don’t hate her, she’s a good friend. you haven’t kissed her, both of you strictly left that for the scenes only. you hug her, you cuddle her, you carry her but she’s not who you love. maybe as a friend. not as a lover. 

“you look like shit ever since we finished the drama, i didn’t want to point it out,” she says, there’s a bit of a teasing tone but she’s also dead serious. 

“a pretty girl like you shouldn’t curse,” you say with a sigh.

she stares at you before starting a string pf curses. you chuckle softly, shaking your head. you groan, your migraine returning. she immediately pauses. 

“oppa, i’m worried for you. joking aside, you really do look like shit.”

you grunt, looking around the room, “i think i’ll feel better when i’m back in korea…”

she puts the phone close to her face, as if she could see you more clearly that way. “i hope so or we’ll have to shoot a ‘taking care of my boyfriend’ blog.”

“ugh no,” you whine.

she laughs, “just kidding, the company is going to make me show my concern though if something happens.”

you give her a face, “nothing is gonna happen gayoung, i’m fine. just not a hundred percent.”

“well as long as you get back home safely,” she says softly, “i care for you y/n.”

all formality is out the window. it always has been with her, you see her as a little sibling from how long you two have worked together for. almost a whole year and a half. you had known her before the drama but contact wasn’t fully established until then. 

“i have to get going to the venue,” you finalize, dread expressed on your features.

“okay~,” she sing songs as she gets inside her van, “don’t push yourself, okay? see ya!”

“bye,” you throw a peace sign and she quickly mimics you before hanging up. 

you drop your phone on your bed before scrubbing your face with your hands. sometimes you’re thankful that you’re dating a friend instead of someone you don’t know, you’ve heard companies do that so this isn’t bad. yet, it isn’t good either. 

you’ve been like a zombie these last few weeks. taking all sorts of pills and gummies that would give you energy and help you get through concerts with a smile. you know the guys are worried about you, but you’re not the only one feeling overworked. still, you’re the one with the worst of it. 

“let’s put on our best show,” chan says as he pats everyone’s backs. he pauses when he comes to you, “let me know if you need a break-“

“hyung, seriously,” you grimace. “you make me feel like i don’t belong sometimes.”

he frowns, realizing he overstepped. “shit, no. y/n that’s not what i meant- i just- you know that i know.”

you stare at him, almost mortified. “uh-“

“please get to the stage quickly!” a staff member says. 

chan gives you a once over before heading out, you follow suit. your migraine hasn’t stopped. the roaring of the fans feels like a hammer being pounded on your skull from the inside. you genuinely contemplate taking up chan’s offer, especially when you zone out and step on minho’s shoe accidentally. 

“my bad,” you say automatically, stepping away like you had been burned.

and maybe you were, with the way he looks at you annoyingly. when did you feel so left out like this? 

you execute the choreography perfectly, smiling at hyunjin whenever he comes across you on a part. fans fawn over each and every one of you. yet, when your part comes during the bridge, you stop mid verse when something oozes out of your nose onto your upper lip. immediately, you look away from the camera and wipe it with your sleeve. the worst part is minho was behind you for the formation, his brows furrowed when you immediately stumbled when walking to the next formation. 

“are you bleeding?” jisung asks ushered as jeongin sings. 

you walk past all of them, jogging to the backstage. the bleeding won’t stop, normally you can just wipe it away and it’s unnoticeable but you knew this isn’t as easy. you’re hyper aware of your physical status. 

“oh, here let me,” a staff member says as they guide you to a chair. 

the fans are worried, chan clarifying that you’ll be fine makes it worse. how weak could you be?

“the bleeding stopped,” you say as you look at the clean tissue you pull away from your nose. 

“ah, are you sure you want to go-“

“thank you for your care, if anything comes up i’ll let you know,” you bow low before heading back out after the second song. 

there’s a moment where the members speak and chat, you anxiously return to the stage as jisung speaks to stay. you could stand beside anyone, they’re all dear to you and have been with you during tough times. yet, you unconsciously went to minho’s side, awkwardly standing there when you realize you shouldn’t have chosen him. 

even now, does he really give you comfort? why are you lying to yourself like this? 

“oh! hyung! are you okay?” hyunjin asks out loud on the mic. 

you swallow before looking down at your mic, “minho hit me with his mic when i went to formation.”

what. 

minho spins and looks at you. you clearly lost your mind. 

“i’m good though hyung, no need to apologize.”

everyone on stage is looking at you like you really have lost it. minho’s eyes are like saucers. he hesitates before bringing his mic up to speak, looking away and nervously fidgeting with his inear. 

“uh, my mistake, i didn’t realize you were that close when we turned.”

“hyung doesn’t realize his strength either,” hyunjin jokes nervously. 

there’s no way to verify or deny that fact. in the formation you and minho are pretty hidden, so in the end, it’s a possibility no matter how slim. 

“the fuck was that,” minho grits when all of you are backstage for an outfit change.

“hey, don’t fight,” changbin huffs. 

you stand there stiffly, changbin between the two of you. everyone has run off, not wanting to get caught up in it. chan comes up to you two. minho glares at you before stepping back. 

“i didn’t mean to hurt you,” he says, like he really did hurt you on the stage.

“but you did.” you say automatically. 

“hey, hey, what matters is that you’re okay,” chan says, believing the words that came out of your mouths. 

neither chan or changbin know that minho’s apology and your accusations are not from what happened minutes ago, but from what happened two months ago. you look away, turning to change. 

now, things are worse. the anger you had from what minho did dwindled down into your suppressed sadness. you meant everything you said- you’d leave anything and everything to keep him. yet, why didn’t he want you? 

you cover your face before your stylist fixes your makeup, you ask for a few moments and she goes on standby. your head is killing you, you want to cry from frustration, you absolutely want minho. 

he always knew how to make you feel better. 

how come the last time you fought him he kissed you? isn’t he hurting too? why is this so difficult? 

by the time you’re back on stage with the other members, you can’t really stay focused. you trail behind anyone and everyone down the stage when some of the songs are free reign across the stage. you stick to jisung, the second closest member to you… well, maybe the first one now that minho wants nothing to do with you. 

you watch him across the stage. 

during the song there’s a beat pause. everyone looks at each other playfully, but minho’s eyes latch onto your gaze. 

you smile at him, painful but yearning. 

he at least has the decency to wave back. 

and the flame of hope ignites in your heart again. 

your life feels suffocating. 

you can’t remember how many times you’ve been seen only as gayoung’s boyfriend. the idol with an outed relationship that bloomed from a drama. you get back to korea. you fly out for concerts. you fly out for interviews. 

it’s constant movement. 

everyone found out your nosebleeds come from stress and your lack of sleep. chan knows the most of it, he does lack sleep too. still, your life is busy even with not scenes to shoot. 

minho isn’t handling that well. he hasn’t exactly stepped up to confront you about the situation between the two of you. nor has he approached you on terms outside of fan service. it’s not even as often as before, it’s crumbs of what the two of you used to do. ever since you started a relationship there’s constant war between fans when a member is too touchy with you. 

you’re not an object, you don’t belong to gayoung. if only they knew the relationship was strictly a job on top of all your jobs. you were called in for modeling, for drink commercials, a cafe wanted to have a theme with the drama and you and gayoung had to sponsor their promotions for a week. the drinks were okay. 

the food was okay.

nothing could beat minho’s cooking. sadly, you don’t think you’ll ever get the chance to eat it ever again. you and minho’s situation hasn’t gotten better nor worse. it’s just.. still. 

you often stare at your ceiling at night when you have the luxury to be home early to rest. it’s not often but when you do… your mind drifts. 

to how soft minho’s lips are. to the hunger you two had demonstrated. the way his soft breathes ignited a fire in your stomach. he took that chance and built a wall between the two of you. 

“yah,” a voice calls out.

you jump, sitting up and whipping around to face your door. 

“i made dinner.” 

you look at the door as if minho opened it and stared at you. he’s behind the wooden pallet. he’s talking to you. your body twitches before you stiffen. 

no.

you can’t. 

you’ve waited all these months for this but you just can’t. something won’t let you. is it your self restraint? you don’t want to fight again. if you tried to bring up the topic he’d run away. he’ll somehow blame you. he’ll do everything possible to keep you at a miles distance. 

he’s just being a coworker. 

he’s obligated to show interest and care. 

“i know you’re awake,” minho says.

is his voice trembling? 

“i’m good.” you say softly, staring at the bottom of the door to see his shadow. it’s loud enough for him to hear. 

if you accepted, two things could happen. you argue and make things worse. or you lose all control and take the riskiest bet of them all. 

neither is good. 

you don’t particularly care for your fame. you have enough in your bank to survive if you get fired or blacklisted. you have backup plans. yet, you’re not ready for it yet. you’re just waiting on minho to accept that he’s the one at fault, even if it’s indirectly.

when that will happen? you don’t know. maybe him wanting to eat a cooked meal was it. yet, your instincts tell you not now. 

so you lay back down, hearing minho huff and stomp away. 

he definitely thinks you hate him. you love him, but you want him to feel a little sting. it’s nothing compared to the scalding he gave you months ago, but giving him a little taste of his medicine won’t hurt.

at least you don’t hope so. 

he has to reach out the right way. 

and… you close your eyes and toss and turns…. and if he doesn’t do it before you finally decide, then you’ll have no choice to make the move. 

just a little longer…

you hope your heart handles it. 

he doesn’t near you. you’re used to it now, despite how much it hurts you. 

it’s the end of the year and all of you are preparing for the award shows. you have many to attend— mma , mama, the baeksang arts awards. probably some more. 

the biggest is mama. it’s one of the ones at the end of the year. the acting award is in may, or so you heard. thing is you’re a nominee and they’ll announce that further on, right now your main focus is the award shows of the month of december. it’s a stressful time, but not as stressful as when you were fresh of the drama. 

since last month, you’ve had more time to breathe. to sleep too. 

you do have the obligation to keep going on dates with gayoung. instead of being home alone with minho when jisung is stuck in the studio you choose to hang out with her. unknown to you- that hurts minho. well, maybe you do know. 

“sound check done, thank you!” 

all of you bow. 

“hyung!” changbin runs to you, “i’m hungry!”

“yeah! me too!” seungmin yells. 

you smile, adoring how cute changbin looks as he clings to your side. “and what do you want to eat? we have to start getting ready for our performance tonight.”

“crab!” changbin pouts. 

“i want something else,” hyunjin argues. 

you laugh, “just order what you want… you know where my card is…” everyone screams happily, “and remember to watch your intake, i don’t need anyone with an upset stomach during or after performance. also!” you point at them, “just buy food, i don’t want to recieve a bill of some video game purchase.” you eye felix who whistles.

minho simply watches you from afar. these past few months weren’t easy. still, he can’t bring himself to face you yet. why would he? your life is as perfect as it gets— you have a successful acting and idol career. you have a beautiful girlfriend. you have millions of doting fans. what would he speak to you for? his feelings? those are worth nothing for you, it’s destroy your image. 

assuming you really did mean what you said all those months ago, what benefit would you get? he can’t do that to you. he can’t bear to think that you’d leave everything you worked so hard to build just for him… if he had ever said yes. 

but he knows better. 

and he knows his spot is exactly where he’s in- watching you from afar. seeing you work as an idol beside him. 

“alright guys, let’s go show them what we’re made of,” chan says with a whoop. 

minho simply won’t intervene. 

despite how much rest you’ve had compared to a few months back, you still don’t feel your best. still, your performance is full of energy and charisma. the whole performance is full of crazy moves and entrances. the acts hyunjin and you pulled were the highlights of the whole stage. 

by the second act, your place was to do a flip between two dancers, so that they would soon do a dance break with you. you’d have to wait for a few moments until felix finishes his line and everyone files to the side for you to do your part. 

you’ve rehearsed this plenty of times, you know when to enter and when to wait. you know how many steps to take and when to turn. when to breathe and when to blink.

yet, you take the wrong step and fall six feet off the platform stage. bodyguards run to you as you groan, your trembling arms helping you push yourself off the ground. jeongin’s worried eyes are on you, he’s hidden from the amount of dancers before him. 

“are you okay!?” a staff asks as they help you get to your feet. 

you had fallen on your hands and knees. the impact was rough but the adrenaline makes it feel like you’re fine. your hand hurts bad though, or is it your wrist? you just stare down at your shaking hands, scratched and getting red. you wobble, your knees almost giving out. you need to get back on stage-

the dance break starts. 

“help me get up!” you yell, panting. 

“if you’re injured we have to-“

“you have to walk all the way around-“

“y/n-ssi you need to get checked-“

everyone is talking but not moving. you growl, grabbing a bodyguard and your stare was enough for everyone to get the gist. they hunch over and hook their hands to give you leverage, your foot wobbles from weak balance as you boost yourself up with their help. clearly everyone is confused and worried, yet you crawl onto the stage and quickly get on your feet. 

the impact is starting to reveal where you’re hurt. your ankle is probably sprained, each step is killing you. your shoulder aches, your elbows sting. 

still, you run and when your backup dancer catch you on their peripheral vision, they immediately step back to sync with you when you backflip and spin to the floor in a breakdance pattern. it’s the final steps of the formation you were supposed to perform, yet it still blew everyone away and regained the attention of everyone. 

going through the rest of the choreography was killing you. it took everything in you to not wobble as you did your lines and performed with the rest of the members. 

the worst part? was that after forcing yourself to stand still for approximately one minute as the performance comes to an end for the cameras to stop rolling, you lose your balance when going down the stairs and once more, you fall from the three foot high staircase that lead to the backstage. 

“hyung!” jeongin cries out, catching everyone’s attention. 

medical staff already surround you as you lay on the floor, groaning and grunting. 

“what’s going on?” minho asks, eyes wide and his heart pounding. 

“hyung fell off the stairs!” changbin exclaims.

“he also fell off the stage,” jeongin sobs, “and he still hopped on and kept going-“

“hey, hey, let’s let them work,” chan says, gathering the kids away despite his anxiety skyrocketing. 

minho doesn’t budge at first, his glassy eyes fixated on your body as the medics put you on a stretcher when you say how much it hurts to move. he’s worried sick, you really pushed yourself that bad? he can’t wonder if you’re insane or passionate. no one really enjoys the rest of the ceremony. during the speech chan mentions how passionate they are for their dream, even mentioning how y/n pushed himself to give the best performance even when he shouldn’t have. 

back in the dorms chan texts the chat, saying you had dislocated your left shoulder and wrist. you’re bruised on your elbows and knees, the height would have fractured them but you had placed all your weight in the impact in your hands, causing one wrist to suffer more. two to three months until you’re fully recovered. 

they still have to perform. minho can’t help but cry, he knows very well the company will make you keep going through promotions and schedules no matter how hurt you are. 

and he’s nervous. how will he put aside his actions in order to care for you? you live right next to his room, how could he feign interest when you’ll be in need of assistance for a while? hyunjin was the same, so how could he not intervene? 

his biggest fear is this— what if you don’t let him? 

he’d deserve it of course. you have every right to refuse his help and care. 

it gnaws at him for the three days straight that you’re in the hospital. it was per your request to stay for a little longer. how will he face you? is now the right time? no. yes? 

he isn’t sure if he’s crying from guilt, self hatred or anxiety anymore. so when he hears your familiar footsteps inside the dorm he freezes. jisung is with chan and changbin again, coincidentally saying he’ll be home extremely late, he enters a frenzy. 

he hears your gruttal sigh as you walk inside your room, your door closes. 

well. it’s now or never. 

you either reject him all together — reject what? he doesn’t know. he has no idea what he’s going to say, no idea if he’ll ask to console you or to apologize for what happened or what. something has to be done, though, and if you never let him get close to you again then he’ll understand that it’s the consequences of his actions. 

he takes a deep breath as he heads out of his room. he swallows the knot in his throat when he stands before your door. 

“leave me alone, minho,” you say before his fist even makes contact with your door to knock. 

he stares at the door as if it was it that spoke to you that way. “y/n… i-“

“just leave me alone they way you said you would. you don’t need me so i don’t need you either.”

minho breathes shallow, “y-you don’t mean that-“

“the fuck do you want?” you groan, “what? i get hurt and now you decide to speak to me?”

your voice cracks at the end of your grievance. it breaks minho. 

“i’m sorry,” he sobs, “i shouldn’t have been selfish! i shouldn’t have hurt you like that!  shouldn’t have shut you out!”

he hiccups and takes a step back when you open the door. through blurry sight, he looks at you. you stare down at him, why are your eyes so tender? 

“but you did…”

“i just knew if i didn’t i’d have no restraint,” he sniffles, “i love you.” he whispers, looking down at the floor, “seeing you with her hurt so much. knowing you smell like her made me nauseous. knowing she was your new focus made me feel like i didn’t belong in your life anymore-“

“minho,” you grab his chin with your free hand, tilting his face up. “why does it take me getting hurt for you to speak to me again?” 

minho shakes his head, “i just can’t come between you and gayoung-“

“me and gayoung are dating by contract, not because i love her.” you confess, finally letting that out. “you think i want to be with her?” 

minho pushes your hand away, hot tears streaming down his face again. “what will the company think? we won’t work! you have so much to lose and-“

“you think i give a damn about all of this!?” you push him forward until he’s trapped between you and the wall. “i love you, lee minho.” you stare at his mortified expression, “i stand by what i said. for you, and only you, i’d give up everything.” 

“your career-“

“none of this means nothing if you’re not in it!” you grab his chin again, “you don’t have to love me back, you don’t have to accept my feelings! just, just talk to me again, please,” you beg, your own eyes glassing over, “don’t just be my coworker, be my friend again. be my safe place again. i-i’ll put away my feelings for you, we can forget that i love you but don’t shut me out again.” 

“y/n…” he stares at you, realizing how truly broken you’ve been since that day. 

“that’s what i meant that day… none of this is worth it if the one person that made me feel like i belonged isn’t with me.” 

“oh, y/n…” his bottom lip trembles, “have we really been that blind?”

you close your eyes and sigh, “i understand you’re scared of the public eye…”

“i am…” he whimpers. 

“but i’d walk through fire if it meant i’d have you as mine for the rest of my life.” 

he locks eyes with you, drowning in the warmth of your orbs. his heart hammers in his chest again, would he do the same? what is he really scared of? loving you and risking his career? 

no, he concludes. 

“y/n….” he says shallowly before leaning in to kiss you. 

he’s scared of losing you and realizing everything he has isn’t worth that. 

you kiss him with passion. his soft lips syncing with yours, saliva mixing with yours as your tongue grazes his. your hands grab his waist and pull him flush against you.

“ngh- y-your wrist-“ he tries to say as you eat his mouth. 

“don’t care,” you grumble as you attack his lips without remorse. 

the pesty sting in your bone doesn’t matter when he’s finally in your arms. his whimpers and moans make you want more. you know he’ll sound even more beautiful beneath you in the sheets, taking all you have to offer. 

just the thought accelerates your heart rate. the beautiful man you’ve always wanted is finaly before you. the kiss means more than a confession. you place your hands behind his thighs, he makes a noise when you lift him up. 

“ah- your shoulder-!”

“it’s okay baby, what you make me feel is bigger than the pain,” you tease as you carry him to your bed. 

he can’t scold you or complain because you attack his mouth again. you grin into the kiss as you sit on the edge of the bed with him on your lap. it’s probably the hottest thing minho will ever experience. he straddles your waist for more comfort in this position, hands running through your hair as you kiss along his jawline. when you kiss a certain spot, he twitches and whines. 

with a lazy smile, you pull away and look at him. 

“let me take you,” you beg softly, panting.

he swallows, looking down at the tent in your shorts. “but gayoung-“

“can you stop mentioning her?” you growl, pulling him down by the hips so that your boner pokes him through his joggers. “she will never have me the way you can.” you kiss his ear, making him shiver, “the way you will.”

“i’m scared,” he voices out. he wraps his arms around your neck, “i-i want to say yes but… there will be no going back, y/n…”

“it was never a choice,” you say.

and he lets you push him down onto the bed. 

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The Trials of Aphrodite Part One

~ Azriel X Fem!Reader

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Series summary: Hopelessly in love with Elain, Azriel enlists your help in order to win her over. The only problem? You have been in love with Azriel for as long as you have known him.

Chapter summary: With his pitiful attempts of expressing his attraction to Elain leading him nowhere, Azriel decides he needs some help. Who better to ask than his closest friend?

Warnings: Light angst (pining), Azriel’s childhood is mentioned but doesn’t go into detail.

It was no secret that Azriel had always been a lover.

Once the shackles of his tortured childhood had fallen and Azriel was able to taste the sweet release of freedom, his found family had spent years teaching the male what it meant to dream.

They had shown him the sweet blessings that come with loving freely and dreaming wildly. Reassuring the male that his life was his own, promising Azriel that family was made by choices, not by blood. Encouraging him to make his own decisions, build his own friendships, untethered by the control of his merciless relatives.

That's how he had met you. The male having sought to make a connection that wasn't forged for him by the likes of his family. Azriel's selfish desire to have someone all to himself was what drove him to Velaris that day you had met. Confident that despite his past which had been spent in solitude, he would be able to meet an equal-minded person.

It was fate that brought the two of you together. A chance encounter as you collided in the bustling streets of the lively city. Azriel had spent every century since thanking the gods for allowing that meeting to occur - for bringing him you.

The shadowsinger had been drawn to you from the very moment you had stumbled into his unexpecting arms. His shadows flocking to your glowing aura like moths to a flame. You were everything Azriel wasn't. A bright soul, who had grown up in Velaris, nurtured by your loving family. Untouched by the darkness which plagued the male.

Yet it was this difference which set you apart from Azriel's family. This difference which had him craving your presence when his own light had grown a little too dim, needing your warmth and security to encourage the spark to grow in his festering darkness.

You were the perfect antithesis of each other. The sun and moon. Life and death. Day and night. So it was no wonder how it was all to easy for the shadowsinger to love you. To welcome you into his tarnished life, allowing your gentle hands and honeyed voice to soothe over the the jagged scars of his past.

Azriel allowed all his free time to be consumed by you, the days passing by quickly in each other's contented company. And that is why, after centuries of knowing one another, it was no surprise that Azriel knew everything there was to know about you, and you him.

How you were both fortunate enough to have been blessed with the gift of reading each other without a single word needing to be spoken. How it was all too easy for you to notice the way in which Azriel's longing eyes which had one settled on Mor, had now turned their attention to Elain.

All the while yours remained on him.

Azriel may have been a lover, but he was blind to your centuries-old affection for him. His heart and mind always having been stolen by another. First Mor and now Elain. You didn't allow his incessant pining to deter you from your friendship with him. Just like you were Azriel's salvation, he was yours. The deep bond of your friendship had already been tied and you would not allow one silly little crush to sever the tether that tied the two of you together.

It was only one centuries-old crush which you couldn't stamp out no matter how hard you tried.

You were fortunate enough, at least, that Azriel's pining was mainly done in silence. That his hours spent with you weren't marred by him expressing his undying affection for the ladies who captured his attention. It was pure luck, that the man who owned your heart chose to keep his love for another to himself, sparing you from the unbearable pain of hearing about it. Watching his yearning eyes never fail to leave Elain's delicate features whenever the two were in the same room was agony enough.

And so you were content. Resigned to the fact that his unrequited love for you was something you would have to live with if it meant being in Azriel's life. Accepting that you were immeasurably in love with a man who would never feel the same way about you.

It was all too easy then, once you had come to terms with this realization, to fall into your regular routine with the male. To ignore the ceaseless twang of your heartstrings whenever you witnessed his uncontrollable pining for Elain. To pretend that the dreamer inside of you didn't stir up pictures of a day where Azriel would finally notice what's been in front of him the whole time.

Being Azriel's friend was too much of a reward to ruin.

And so when he turned up at your door, face sullen and eyes watering, Elain's name upon his lips, it was impossible to deny him of your comfort. Standing aside to allow your distressed friend to walk inside, Azriel making his way to your sofa before flopping onto the plush cushions, flattening his wings as he laid in misery.

A gruff cry of frustration tore from his throat as you moved to sit in the chair opposite him.

"That bad huh?" you ask meekly, tentative voice failing to represent the tempestuous emotions which were swirling inside your chest at the reason for his visit.

Azriel shot you a flat look, his serious eyes meeting your own anxious ones before he flung his head back in exasperation.

"I actually think I'm destined to remain single forever!" he cried as you uncomfortably shifted in your seat at his statement. You often wondered in his shadows could sense your hidden affection for the male, convinced that they must have some knowledge of your crush on their master as a few of the smoky tendrils made their way over to where you were sat. The dark shadows curling around your legs in comfort, not dissimilar to the way a cat would brush against your ankles.

Azriel, oblivious to his shadows wanderings, continued to vent, "I don't understand how I've been cursed with the inability to speak to females."

"You speak to me alright" you interjected lowly, keeping your eyes locked on the swirling movements of the shadows by your feet out of fear of them betraying your true emotions in relation to the words Azriel had spoken.

"Yes, but you're you," he countered as if it was obvious, shrugging casually as he did so, "But every time I go to speak to Elain it's like the Mother herself is holding my tongue. She's bound to think there's something wrong with me."

"I'm sure she doesn't Az" you reason, doing your best to fill your words with reassurance and comfort. Hoping that if you soothe the male's turbulent thoughts of the woman he may stop speaking about her sooner.

"And then there's Lucien. Why is Lucien always there?" he asked in annoyance, spitting venom upon the mention of the red-haired male's name. You sunk even further into your seat, clearly your well of luck had run dry.

"Why don't you just ask her on a date?" you quietly asked, forcing the dreaded words to spill from your mouth, "She likes you, I'm sure she'll say yes."

His slumped head snapped straight at your words, hazel eyes boring into your own as he began to eagerly question you, "She likes me? You're sure?"

"I mean. . . I guess? I can't say I pay much attention to the women you pine after."

A lie. Having jealously spent numerous hours observing Elain to see if she also feels the same way as your friend does for her. But this was something you'd never mention to Azriel.

"Cassian said I need a wingman," he scoffed at the notion, clearly finding the idea of Cassian trying to do anything romantic unimaginable, "Can you imagine the mess he'd put me in then? He'd probably scare her away. . ."

Azriel trailed off, his hazel eyes clouded over as the male was deep in thought, lightly tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth as he did so. "Your sister," he slowly started to speak, as if afraid that you would judge his next words, "Is she still with that guy you set her up with?"

"Castor? Yeah she's still with him, why?" you ask, heart beating frantically in your chest as you can already see where this conversation is leading. Dreading the shadowsinger's proposition which was already hovering ominously in the air. Fearing the unwelcome appearance of your inability to say no to the male.

"Well you wouldn't mind helping me would you?" he pondered, the thundering echo of your heart now flooding into your ears, "I trust you more than Cassian, I know you'd be able to do this for me."

It was a cruel fate the cauldron had handed you. And cruller still, was the hold that Azriel had over you. The way he had managed to worm his way into your heart and dictate what you do and how you feel.

It was impossible to tear your eyes from his begging hazel ones, unable to ignore the hopeful anticipation which filled them. Hating the uplifting way your heart twinged with pleasure at the trace of a smile lining his soft lips. A smile reserved only for you.

Your mind screamed at you to say no, listing all the reasons why this was a terrible idea, creating numerous scenarios as to how this could all go horribly wrong. Yet it was too late, your traitorous heart had already spoken for you, pouring the words from your lips before your mind could even register that you were the one to have spoken them, "Alright Az, I'll do it. I’ll help you with Elain."

And it was all too easy to pay no mind to the river of dread which coursed through your body. The pain of your fracturing heart failing to be heard due to the numbness which had found it's home in your body and soul. The warming comfort which came along with Azriel's beaming smile was almost strong enough to make you believe that he loved you. Allowing you to confuse his thankful eyes for affectionate ones.

His grateful expression was hypnotic, his gods blessed power was enough to hold your anxieties at bay. Able to convince you that you made the right choice.

That all you needed to be content was to make sure that Azriel was happy with somebody else.

Someone who wasn't you.

Part two

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