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jinnie-ret · 9 months

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fake fights

stray kids x ninth member!reader (platonic)

minho x reader focus

genre: fluff, angst

content warnings: none

word count: 2.5k

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you and minho decide to strike revenge and prank the boys after they leave practice early because of the tense mood you both created.

MASTERLIST

It was getting nearer and nearer to Stray Kids' 5-STAR Dome tour, and it would be wrong to say that you were managing everything just fine. Rehearsing your own solo song and trying to learn new choreography, alongside refining existing dances was taking a toll on you. You felt more irritable at smaller things, so when Minho corrected you on a mistake you made during the rehearsal for 'ITEM', you didn't react very well.

"Y/N, you need to swing out your arms a bit bigger, it looks out of sync compared to everyone else," Minho commented, panting as he went to pause the music, running a hand through his hair feeling exasperated. He just wanted you to get the movement right but this was the third time already he had mentioned it.

"It looks fine. I don't get why you keep making an issue out of it," you pinch the bridge of your nose as you grab a bottle of water and take a sip from it.

"Because it doesn't look right when you can't keep up with the rest of us," he sighed, already picking up on your irritated tone.

"Oh, so now I'm not as good as everyone else? That's real encouraging, thanks," you roll your eyes. You felt like all your hard work wasn't good enough.

Fire was fighting with fire right now. The other members of Stray Kids and Stays knew well that you and Minho were similar so you'd be more likely to clash.

"That wasn't what I meant and you know that," Minho said sternly, arms resting on his hips as he wiped sweat away from his face.

"Guys, let's not fight, just take a break and we'll carry on after, okay?" Chan attempted to mediate the situation, but both of you were stuck in a sour mood. You, because you felt like you were being criticised for no reason, and Minho, because he knew his words weren't getting through to your stubborn self.

"I'm not gonna carry on if he keeps making comments all the time," you throw your hands up in the air feeling frustrated.

"Y/N, I'm sure Minho is just trying to help," Changbin patted your shoulder, not liking how this practice was going.

"Exactly, that's all I'm trying to do, and you're acting like a child having a tantrum just because you don't like what you're hearing," Minho rolls his eyes.

"Me? A child? Well, it's better than acting like I'm better than everyone else," you fight back, glaring over at him.

"Woah, woah, okay I know it's not nice to hear about what we need to improve on, maybe you could comment on it less, Minho? But we don't need to argue," Chan pointed out. It made you feel happy that someone understood your point of view. But it still didn't help your annoyance fade.

"I'm not arguing, I'm just making a point that Minho is clearly trying to tell us all what to do because he's such an 'expert'," you scrunch your nose up.

"Right, okay, that's it. Kids, let's go," Chan calls over the rest of the group.

"What we're just going to completely abandon practice?" Minho throws his head back annoyed.

"Oh, no. You and Y/N will stay here and make up. We're going back to the dorms. Don't come back until you're best friends again, okay?" Chan directs his orders towards us and doesn't leave room for us to answer him as he directs everyone else out of the room without a goodbye.

You grit your teeth as you practice the dance again, seeing Minho stand up in the mirror reflection and walk behind you.

"Don't say it," you don't even look him in the eye.

"I wasn't going to say anything," Minho casually says, grabbing your arms and adjusting how you stand to help create bigger movements.

"You just did," you mutter under your breath, feeling annoyed because his advice actually did help make that particular move look better.

After going through the dance one more time, you sit on the sofa at the back of the practice room, taking a sip of your water and grabbing your phone.

"I don't actually think you act like you're better than everyone else by the way," you break the silence after working yourself up to talking.

"I know," Minho hums, joining you on the sofa.

"And I know you don't think I'm not as good as anyone else," you add on.

"I know," he simply says again.

"I've just got so many things in my head, trying to remember different choreographies and then feeling comfortable with singing my solo song at the concerts and-"

"I thought as much," Minho stops your rambling as he places a hand on your knee.

"Do you know everything?" you groan, leaning back into the sofa.

"Well, I am better than everyone else, so that means I have all the knowledge anyone could ask for," Minho smirks, poking fun at you.

"Hey I just said I didn't mean what I said-"

"You're getting in your own head again, Y/Nnie, I'm just playing around with you," he chuckles lightly.

"I'm sorry," you say chewing on your lip, looking into his eyes as he wears a small smile.

"I'm sorry too for making you more stressy," he nods at you.

You two sat in comfortable silence for a moment.

"I can't believe they just left us and went back to the dorms. They didn't even stay to practice anymore," you huff, enviously thinking about your other members who went back home.

"Well, this just calls for some revenge, my dear Y/Nnie," Minho smirks with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

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Mission 'trick the other members into thinking that you and Minho were still arguing' was a go. It was also an unnecessarily long and uncreative title, but we don't talk about that.

Since returning to the dorms, the two of you instantly went to your own bedrooms, ignoring any of the other members that tried talking to you. You had to keep up the idea that you were both still angry at each other.

Checking the time, you realised it was nearing dinner, when you and Minho would be cooking together for the others. And it was time for the next step of your plan to be set in motion.

Exiting your bedroom, you couldn't avoid your other members.

"Hey, Y/N, how you feeling?" Jeongin asked with a cautious smile.

"I'm fine," you shrug nonchalantly.

"Are you still cooking with Minho tonight?" Jisung asked, a look on his face that seemed like he was waiting for you to say no.

"Yeah," you sigh, trying to act like you hated the very thought, "but it'll be fine, I'm not scared of Minho."

"No, but you should be scared of Minho with knives," Seungmin said with wide eyes, causing the other two boys to laugh.

"I'm sure I'll be fine. The only sharp thing about Minho is his tongue, there's a reason he's part of Paboracha," you joke back.

"Good luck Y/Nnie!" Jeongin cutely cheers you on as you enter the kitchen.

"I heard you call me a pabo," Minho says from where he was getting pans out of the cupboard.

"Well, I had to keep it up for the prank," you easily find a cover up for your words, trying to hide your smile as you grabbed ingredients out of the fridge and cupboard.

"Just for the prank, hmm? I'll remember that," Minho says mysteriously, and your smile drops, knowing he could mean that for real.

"Anyways... So I'll chop up the onion, yeah?" you check in that you were both on the same page for your revenge.

"Yeah, and we'd be better off not talking for now, they could overhear and get suspicious," Minho reminds you, chopping up some beef.

"You just don't want to hear my voice," you roll your eyes fondly, peeling the onion.

"Just for the prank," Minho uses your own words against you, and you can hear the smugness dripping through his voice, and it shuts you up.

You focus on your task of chopping up the onions, feeling your eyes water already, and you still had another one to do.

"Aish, dammit," you blink rapidly, trying to clear your blurry vision as you start to quickly chop the other onion.

"Careful, Y/Nnie, you'll chop a finger off if you carry on, I'll finish it off," Minho takes over from your spot.

"You sure?" you double check.

"Yeah, just get on with the prank," he waves you off, easily cutting up the rest of the vegetables.

And with that, you leave the kitchen, eyes stinging with unshed tears, already red from where you used your sleeves to wipe away where they were watering.

"Oh, Y/Nnie, are you okay?" Felix gently asks you as you bump into him.

"I, I just-" you cut yourself off from continuing to speak, pretending to be upset and hiccuping on your own breaths.

"Ah, Y/Nnie, what's happened?" Hyunjin sees you too and looks concerned, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"I hate fighting with Minho," you sniffle, wiping your tears.

"Again?" Felix asks with his eyebrows raised, everyone argued in the group before, but when it came to Minho and Y/N, it was rare for it to last this long. He was worried it was something more serious this time.

"I need a moment," you dramatically walk away to the bathroom, and finally sort out your stinging eyes. You wash your hands and apply a damp cloth to your eyes to soothe them.

As if the boys were actually believing your prank. It only hyped you up more as you heard a knock at the door.

"Y/Nnie, sweetheart, you okay in there?" the sweet husky voice of Changbin gently asked you with a light knock. You sniffle, wiping your eyes to maintain a redness there before responding to him.

"Leave me alone," you whimper pitifully.

"Come on, let's talk about it, yeah?" Changbin tries to coax you out the bathroom. If it weren't for it being a prank, you know any other day you would've ran straight into his arms. Changbin always knew what to say and how to make you feel better.

"It's stupid," you cry out. Yes it was stupid, stupid how the boys were believing this. It was amazing what a couple of onions could do.

"I'm sure it isn't, love, come on, dinner is nearly ready," Changbin tried his best, and you thought you should unlock the door now, to save his patience from breaking.

You're shocked to see Jisung run past you into the bathroom, quickly saying a 'sorry' as he shuts the door.

"Ah, Jisungie needed the toilet also," Changbin scratches the back of his neck sheepishly.

You simply nod, wiping away at your cheeks again, trying not to laugh.

"Let's sit down for dinner, yeah? Sit next to me, you don't have to look at Minho. I don't know what you guys are still arguing about, but I hope it stops soon," Changbin lightly strokes your hair comfortingly, waiting for you to nod again before guiding you to the table.

He sits you between himself and Felix, who leans over to you subtly.

"You ok now, Y/Nnie?" he whispers concerned.

You shake your head, and out of the corner of your eye, you see Chan sternly whispering to Minho. You felt guilty that he was the bad guy in this situation, but he insisted he could handle it.

It was an awkward start to dinner, nobody quite knew what to say. All that could be heard was scrapes of knives and forks, the occasional slurp.

It was time for the final step of the plan.

"I can't take this anymore," you stand up, your chair scraping back against the wooden floors.

"Y/N...?" Chan spoke up warily.

"I can't just sit here and pretend like everything's normal," you exclaim, running your hands through your hair.

"Y/N, whatever happens between you and Minho-" Hyunjin began, but you cut him off.

"It's not about him! It's about the rest of you!" you say, looking at them all.

"Huh? What did we do?" Seungmin stops mid bite, wondering why your anger was being directed towards them.

"I can't keep it a secret anymore," you cover your face, but not just for dramatic effect, but because you were trying to hide your smile. The air was tense right now.

"Should I say it or should you?" Minho speaks up from the other side of the table, purposefully sounding nervous.

"Guys? What's going on?" Jisung looks between the two of you nervously.

"Is it the first Stray Kids baby?" Jeongin genuinely asks.

"Ew no!"

"No Jeonginnie!"

You and Minho both say disgusted at the same time.

"Then what is it?" Chan taps his fingers against the table expectantly, waiting for the answer.

"You've just been pranked," you and Minho reveal at the same time, letting out a laugh at all of their reactions. Seeing their eyes bulge out of their heads, or their confusion taking over.

"Wait... So you don't hate each other?" Felix asks in bewilderment from next to you, making you and Minho laugh.

"Nope," you giggle.

The members stand up from their seats, pacing and exclaiming about how they were 'tricked'.

"So all of that in the practice room earlier...?" Changbin trails off.

"Oh no that was real. But you guys went home after only a little time of practice and left us. So that was our revenge," Minho smirks, ducking from Chan's arms that reached out to grab him into a headlock.

"Only you two would prank someone after having an argument," Seungmin says as if it should have been obvious to him.

"I think it worked perfectly," Minho says as he runs past you, Hyunjin joining in on chasing him with Chan.

"Oh, it certainly did," you laugh, suddenly squealing as Jeongin lifts you over his shoulder and dumps you on the sofa.

"Now it's time for our revenge," he grins and raises his eyebrows before tickling you.

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strawberri-yan · 11 months

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TW: kidnapping, Jing Yuan babies and degrades reader, also the usual yandere stuff

Some background: Jing Yuan and reader had a fiery rivalry when they were young which morphs into a strong friendship as they grew older. But then reader decides to betray the Loufu and take part as a Stellaron Hunter.

You and the other Stellaron hunters were tasked on a mission to find a potential Stellaron. Things were going smoothly until all of you were ambushed by the Cloud knights. Overwhelmed and nearly beaten, the hunters make their escape.

But you were a liability after sustaining a critical injury from knights. Kafka and the others had no choice but to abandon you. Biting your lip, you can do nothing but shout curses and profanities as your team leaves you in the middle of Cloudford. ‘Nothing personal,’ Kafka simply told you in that mocking, teasing tone of hers. Soonly after, you had been surrounded by the army of Clouds knights as they all aim their weapons at you. “My, my, now what do we have here?” A smooth, deep voice drawls out from not too far. The men part way for the white hair general as he saunters towards your pathetic form, arms crossed from behind as he sends you a knowing look. It sickened you.

"You... I should have known you'd be lurking around here somewhere, Jing Yuan," You growled. "And as for the others, they've already made their escape,"

Jing Yuan chuckles at your words. "Is that so?Oh well, doesn’t matter. We'll find them eventually. But for now, I'm more interested in what you're doing here. Especially joining forces with the Stellaron hunters? My, how you've fallen far."

Gritting your teeth, you glared at the man. "Someone like you wouldn't understand!" you shouted. “And why are you so pleased to see me like this? Enjoying seeing me suffer?"

"Oh (Y/N), my naïve, reckless little songbird," Jing Yuan tsks, his voice dripping with condescension. "You were so easily deceived. There was never a Stellaron. It was all a ploy to draw you out, to lure you back home and into my welcoming embrace." He extends his arms wide, exaggerating his point. If you didnt know any better, he had seemed like a wicked villain from a novel.

You's eyes widen with a mixture of shock and anger, your battered body stiffens. "You... orchestrated all of this? … did all of this just to bring me back?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jing Yuan's smug expression doesn't waver as he steps closer to you, his hand gently caressing your bruised cheek. "Yes. I've missed you so much. I couldn't bear the thought of being separated from you for so long. Especially with those slimey, conniving hunters. "

Your eyes blow widely at the madman in front of you, you try to pull away from his touch, but the Cloud knight general holds you firmly in place. "I won't go back with you," you snapped defiantly. "You will not strip me of my autonomy! I am a Stellaron hunter and nothing will change that. "

Jing Yuan's expression turns dark, and he tightens his grip on your cheek. "How foolish to think you have a choice in this matter, my dear. You belong to me. You always have and you always will."

You glare back at Jing Yuan. "You’re wrong! I will never go back to the life I had with you! I decide on what I do with this life!"

Jing Yuan's lips twist into a cruel smile. "We'll see about that," he says, his tone menacing. "I have ways of making you see things my way."

Immediately, you break free from his hold and summon your weapon before lunging at Jing Yuan. The older man merely smirks as he simply dodges your attacks with ease, not really seeing you as threat as he didn’t even bother taking out his own weapon. If anything, he was toying with you.

"Is this the best you can do?" Jing Yuan taunts, dodging yet another attack. "I expected more from you."

You growled, as you swing your weapon with all your might, but Jing Yuan once again dodges gracefully.

"You're still no match for me, old friend~" Jing Yuan taunts, truly getting under your skin. "You're out of practice, weak, and foolish for thinking you could challenge me."

Your's eyes blinded with fury as you charge at him once again, determined to prove him wrong. "I remember when we used to train together, you were so much better than this. What happened to you?"

A surge of humiliation bubbles within you, especially seeing how he was able to overpower you so easily. "You think you're so much better than me, I'll show you what I'm really capable of!"

"I'd like to see you try," he chuckles, still circling around you. "But I have a feeling you'll just end up embarrassing yourself even more." But before you could even retort, Jing Yuan knocks you out by striking the back of your neck. He carries your limp body as your weapon uselessly clutters to the floor. He takes this moment to admire your gentle features as you remain unconscious in his arms. He had always found you to be vibrant and beautiful, he especially liked to see you frustrated and angry as he had found it cute.

With his soldiers escorting him to his personal Starskiff, he lays you down comfortably on the seat cushions while sitting down beside you, gazing intently.

"I've missed you, baobei," Jing Yuan whispers softly. "You're still as stubborn as ever, but that's what I love about you. You may have lost your way, but I'm here to guide you back home."

Gently, he brushes some of your hair away from your forehead and leans in, pressing his lips against in a gentle kiss.

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ghostieyanyan · 8 months

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If you don’t mind, which yandere twst boys do you see being most likely to exploit a mentally exhausted prefect to kidnap them?

To clarify, I think it can be argued that the prefect would be absolutely done with NRC after six life-or-death situations due to the overblots on top of being forced to adapt to education system of another world and putting up with the quality of students at NRC. You can’t tell me that a school full of villains would treat the only magicless student well. That just screams prime opportunity to manipulate the prefect into leaving NRC to go somewhere “safer” with one of the boys.

Once again, I’m just curious about your thoughts so don’t feel pressured to respond!

yes yes yes!!!

poor perfect tired to the bone from crowly and the other students. if only there was a knight and shining armor that can come and save them.

No longer an accidentally post! But I mean it did help me finish it lol

~Mental-Exhausted!Mc~

Yan!Riddle x mc

Yan!Leona x mc

Yan!Jamil x mc

Yan!Lilia x mc

Warnings: yandere, kidnapping, drug use (shrink potion), abusive behavior, chains, collar, gag, parenthood (gender-neutual), gritting teeth(?) (I know some people hate it so ill put it in here), not a lot of proof-reads,

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Riddle

yes, riddle was the first overblot (technically) and after his overblot, he felt awful about how he behaved. he was supposed to look after Heartslaybu but he ended up becoming his mother. he hated himself for that.

So now, not only is he taking better care of his dorm, with the help of his dorm. but whenever he sees you, he tries his best to check up on you.

How are you? Do you need help with any school assignments? etc.

they all had sweet intents at first but over time, you started to look drain.. like the life was sucked right out of you. when he asked ace and deuce, they confirmed that you were just tired of all the overblots and being crowley's lap dog. if only he knew how to help you...

at first he asked, trey and cater about how he should help you. they were mature enough to know, right?

cater, being cater, teased him on "having a crush on the perfect" or how he phrased it "oooohhh you are down bad!! lol" whatever that means...

Trey said that maybe ask the perfect if they do need help. but Riddle knows the perfect, they'll say they're fine even when they're not..

riddle felt lost and swallowed his pride as he dials his mother's number.

his mother was furious with the fact that riddle was facing an issue he cant fix himself but what she said about perfect shocked him.

"well.. maybe if this perfect isn't as perfect as their title, maybe they don't belong in Night Raven College!"

with that... the call ended.

now that he wasn't being held by his mother's strings, he saw red...! no one talks about his perfect like that! but.. she has a point.. (which makes him more frustrated) if perfect is miserable here... maybe they shouldn't be attending NRC. but where would they go...?

when he thought about that, he realized he didn't really want to be away from you... you mean too much to him.

so later that day, he requested you to join him in his room, he need to talk to you. you agreed cause why would you be cautious with someone you trust, plus you were too tired to worry about how strange the request was. he gave you tea and asked if you were okay.. you said yes, just stressed with some classes and drank you tea. it tasted... off.

you feel yourself shrinking.. you were shrinking!

you looked at riddle and he was just smiling at you! he picked you up and placed you into a tea pot.

"it'll be okay, my dear. once i graduate and get us a nice home, we'll live our happy lives away from this stress and... toxic poison. But for now, you'll have to behave. i love you, my dear"

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Leona

Whether you noticed him or not, Leona watches you run back and forth, from hallway to hallway. Kinda like a mouse running around for food but also staying hidden. Sometimes your running around helps him sleep or just ease him to a zen.

He'd normally wouldn't bat an eye because you're just a lap dog for that crow. But after time has past. He watched as you get slower, more exhausted. like you're pushing to prove something. It ercked him more than he would like. It hit too close to home for him.

When he finally was able to approach you on the matter, you looked like your soul was taken from you. Something within just snapped. He had enough of this. He made the call and suddenly, savanaclaw students came to your side and dragged you to leona's room. If you try to resist, Leona lucky told them to not hurt you too badly. But accidents happens. With their rough handling, you blacked out.

You wake up with a pretty collar around your neck and a chain attach to it? You look around and this is not your ramshackle room. You tried to sit up for a better look and get quick pulled down by the chain collar. It nearly broke your neck! But Leona would say you're being dramatic.

"Quick moving, im trying to sleep.."

You looked and saw Leona. He was laying on your chest and his legs were holding your legs down. He was like a strange weighted blanket. He wasn't in his school uniform but looks like he's in home attire?

"Where are we, leona..?"

You said, scared cause your literally in the hands of a lion that could kill you really quick..

He ears twitched and he looked up at you, bored. But he let out a smirk.

"Were home~"

It took you a minute to process what he said... home? Apparently your confused was evident on your face and leona let out a long sigh. He moved or above you, pining you down.

"Were at Sunset Savanna palace and WE are both gonna be staying here until I can trust you'll be a good obedient herbivore and stay by my side."

You were lost for words and unconsciously started to struggle under leona. Trying to push him off, kicking your legs, he got really annoyed when you accidentally pinched his tail with the bed and your foot.

His retaliation was to slam you down, knocking the wind out of your lungs. As you were gasping for air, he bit you really hard on your throat. You let out a silent scream. You thought you were going to die. This was your last moment of life.

Leona eventually let's go but quickly replacing his fangs with his hand.

"You WILL be obedient... do I make myself clear.."

That wasn't a question.. it was a demand.

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Jamil

Jamil hardly noticed you.. PERIOD.

He's busy not only taking care of scarabia but also their housewarden. While his housewarden takes the credit.. he hated it. And the fact his housewarden is so happy go lucky to him too. Makes his blood boil!!

Jamil truly believed that no one would feel his pain, his struggles.. because everyone sees Kalim "success" before anything!

You and Jamil were in the housewarden meeting, well on the outside of the office during the meeting. Jamil had to be there because Kalim and you were there for Crowley...

You both had a quick moment until you asked him hows he been? He lends his head back against the wall and sighs. You laugh at his actions.

"I get that, hehe"

His eye twitched.

"Do you now..?"

"Heh.. I really do. I'm here for Crowley, even tho he's the Headmage. He's like a spoiled brat with responsibility... and HE knowing more about this world, and the work he does for it, more than I do. But nooo... he still gives it to me!"

Jamil stares at you as you vent about your stress and struggles in NRC. He honestly thought that your life is harder than his! How on the seven do you-?

The doors to the office opens and you and jamil both stand up. The other housewardens walked off and kalim ran to jamil, like a parent picking up their kid in kindergarten.

Jamil sighs, seeing kalim's face makes him exhausting... he quickly looks at you, not turning his head to not make it obvious. You were walking into Crowley's office as he hands you a big stack of papers. He practically saw the light in your eyes fade... he HAS to do something.. but what?

A few days past and he just watched you get more exhausted. The more he watches you the more his feelings for you grows. And the more he watched you get degraded the more he wants to set the world on fire for you..

You couldn't hold a conversation as long as you use to now! What is Crowley making you do?

His hand balled into fist. Then he get an idea.. he's always wanted to do this but never thought about it, there will be come changes to the plan with you in it but it could work!

It was in the evening and he stopped by the Ramshackle dorm. With shaking hands he knocked. He can't believe he's gonna do it.

You answer and he quick took out a cloth from his pocket and covered your mouth. Your struggles were pointless with his strength and your muffled screams wasn't going to be heard by anyone since you practically lived in the middle of nowhere. You went limp and he smile grew.

You woke up, chained, gaged, and blindfolded. You didn't know where you were you were so scared.. but you hear foot steps...

"Good morning, my little desert flower~ im sorry I had to contain you like this, I can't risk anymore seeing you. But once we leave the Isle of Sages, ill let you see."

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Lilia

Lilia has been watching you since that first day you came here. How much chaos your presence cause, not including Grims presence, was amazing.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel something for you after that first day.

Whenever you're doing anything, he watches. And if hes busy, he has his bats watch you instead. They'll report any and everything about you. Including the dark circles appear under your eyes.

To say he was a little pissed... was an understandment. How dare the Crow hurt someone he cared for..

Lilia had half a mind to just get rid of Crowley with a big display of his remand.. but his kids will be scar so probably not.

He'd would think about if for a bit and told himself, why not just take you to live in Briar Valley? You could live there and he'd support you and care for you. You have a caring personal type with how much you take care of those first years.

You'll make a perfect parent...

Lilia stopped by Ramshackle dorm for a "surprised visit". You thought his strange behavior was just lilia being a strange guy? Meanwhile lilia felt like he was young again when he's with you. He felt shy and anxious. He was all fidgety and not making 100% eye contact with you.

Oh by the seven, you stir something within him and its not unwelcomed.

"Lilia? I don't mean to be rude but.. umm... why are you here..? You kinda came at a bad time.. Crowley has some paper work he wants me to fill out for him.."

Lilia fidgeting stop and if you had his super hear, you'd hear him grit his teeth for a moment.

He flips around suddenly and gets a unsettling smile.

"I came because I just remembered a old story and I wanted to tell someone before it slips my mind!"

You stared at Lilia but nodded for him to continue.

"Do you remember when I told you about the story of the Thorn Fairy? And how she put a curse on this cute little human~?"

With every word he spoke, he got closer to you.. you tried to make some distance but it quickly was put to a halt when lilia grabbed your arm.

"L-ilia.. You're hurting me.."

You tried to pull away but nothing can compete with Lilia's strength.

"Did I also tell you that with skill and focus, a powerful mage, can change the effect of such a powerful spell~?"

You're particularly trembling at this point. He got up really close to you and he shows you a small sewing needle.

"I promise, it won't be too long. Just long enough for everyone to stop looking for you~"

{I didn’t give Lilia an art piece because I drew something similar already}

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lovetei · 5 months

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I DON'T ACTUALLY KNOW HOW TO CONTINUE IT, THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME AN IDEA 🙏🏻

ROYAL UNIVERSE: How did you turn them from hostile wolves to meek lambs of hell?

Warnings: Grammar errors, spelling errors, no proofreading, readers gender is not mentioned, reader uses they/them pronouns, long post

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Your heels tapped in the marble floor of your eerily quiet audience room "How are you planning on making them trust you, My lord?" Diavolo, who is kneeling in front of you, asked.

"Don't worry... I got just the perfect plan." Is what you answered as you pulled the veil away from your face

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LUCIFER

Being an angel who just fell out of grace is enough stress

But having to take care of your five younger brothers and knowing exactly what this new creature is not helping

Inside his new office, every light is turned off. "How are you, Lucifer?" Your question caused him to flinch as he opened his puffy eyes after crying all night just to meet yours that is the only thing glowing in this hell hole.

"It seems that you're not taking care of yourself properly..." You faked sympathy as you summoned a glass of water out of nowhere and handed it to him but as you push it towards his mouth he moved his face away.

"Still hostile?" You asked after he slapped your hand away causing you to drop the glass of water to the ground to shatters "We'll see about that..." It was dark to the point he can't see enything except your glowing gaze but he can feel how you're grinning down at him.

"Mammon seems to be at his lowest... I know just what to make him happy." You said before saying your suggestion "No, I will not be putting Mammon inside that sinful playground." He argued talking about the casino you're managing.

"Is it money you're conscious about or is it the grace you all lost the moment your feathery wings touched my grounds..?" You asked as you gripped his wings that are slowly turning black.

"If it's money then don't worry cause it's all on me but if it's your grace... I'm afraid that's you problem." You chuckled before you disappeared in the darkness again.

He ended up sending Mammon to your casino

And the results are shockingly good as his behavior, instead of getting worse, turned better and so is his mood.

Soon after though, he tried to pull him off of the gambling and the old Mammon returned.

The sad... Anxious... Little boy.

"You followed my advice for a little and threw it off the moment you saw improvements." You chuckled as you saw Lucifer kneeling in front of you "You see Lucifer... Mammon is my subject now." You played with your nails as you eyed him.

"I know him better than you do now-" "I apologize your majesty but he's still my younger brother. I can handle it on my own." He argued once again which caused you to frown "We'll see about that." You scowled.

He tried again and again, attempts after attempts of helping his brothers adjust to the new environment

But something is strange

How come your advice is the only thing working on them..?

Is it true that you know them better than he does Now..?

And before he even knew it

He's back in your audience room, kneeling in front of you, pleading for you to help them.

Lucifer who wanted nothing but for his brothers comfort and happiness pledged his undying loyalty to his God not knowing that every little problem, every little solution is all pulled by a string that's held by none other than this God.

MAMMON

He knew who you are to them the moment he saw the prince kneel before you

But he knows Lucifer

He won't accept the thought that he can't make him and his brothers safe

He can't make him and his brothers comfortable anymore

Because you are the safeness as much as you are the danger

He knows that you are the comfort as much as you are the nuisance.

He can hear Lucifer's soft whimpers through the crack of the door and he can't help but grit his teeth but then it stopped and your voice replaced it.

It was a short conversation that soon disappeared "What are you doing here?" He flinched as he looked away from the gap of the door and slowly turned around to see you smirking down at him.

"I-I know that we're not that much of use for you right now but..." He can feel his pride, his hopes get crushed as he tried to talk to you "But I promise we're really useful if you can just give us some time..." He fidgeted with his finger tips as he felt tears brim the bottom of his eyes.

But contrary to his expectation of you laughing at him you pulled him to a tight hug, your warmth engulfing his senses as he finally felt safe in a house filled with danger. He felt safe... In your arms...

He felt bad

He felt so bad that instead of thinking about Lucifer whenever he had a problem he's thinking of you now

You're supposed to be the enemy...

Not the person that can make him feel so loved...

In your royal throne that rose to the grounds of hell by killing and corrupting people and their souls he felt safe as you sat him down on your lap and cradled him on your arms as you whisper reassuring words to his ears.

"My treasure... You should not feel this way and I'm so sorry my territory is making you feel such thing." You apologized in such a calming tone but he can't look at your eyes, your eyes that are showing nothing but dirty intent.

"How about you indulge in my riches to make you feel better?" You suggested as golden coins started to rain in the room and drop straight to his lap.

He laughed in the golden ambiance of your casino

The way he's taking all of their Fortunes and moving it to him

Saying "Don't worry... This is all for our beloved God." He grinned everytime their gold disappeared from their hands and reappeared in front of him.

Mammon who wanted nothing but safety and comfort for himself and his brothers found it in the embrace of the one causing their demise, the one that owns all these luxuries he's indulging right now.

LEVIATHAN

You were amazing...

He knew that to himself but was too afraid to say it to you

The way he will secretly look at you from afar and admire the way you secretly run the realm

It just amazes him

He hates these scales, the way it itches whenever he turns to his demon form involuntarily just annoys him as it reminds him that he's now done sitting in the soft comfortable clouds of the celestial realm.

He was on his way to visit HOL's own pool to have a late night swim but instead he saw a glow, a form of someone "You majesty..?" He mumbled remembering your hair color and he guessed right the moment you turned around to look at him.

"I-I'm sorry! I will be exiting now-" "No, stay." You ordered as you ran your fingers through your hair. He stopped dead to his tracts and shook as he waited for your words to lead him.

He saw how you invited him in the pool by the subtle move of your finger and he followed obediently "Do you know the secrets of reptile type of demons?" You asked as you grin at him.

And with that

The two of you almost spent the whole night in the pool as you taught him tricks about his own body

And without him noticing

He started waiting for your prescense every time he came by the pool

"I didn't know that was possible..!" His eyes basically sparkled after you taught him that their body can glow in the dark and how even Avatars like him can control the weather if under extreme emotions.

"I'm glad that I can bring such a smile to my dear..." He can't help but feel so warm and fuzzy inside whenever you look at him so lovingly.

Without a thought, he swam to your arms and embraced you "Thank you, your majesty..." He whispered in your neck with such a cute shaky voice "My god..." He pulled away from the hug and looked at you with such love sick eyes.

Leviathan who nows rules the sea beside you

He's now yours

He's now the property of his God

The God that answered all of his questions and stayed beside him during his lowest times

Leviathan who wanted nothing but a person that understands him and a person who can answer his questions and shake away his doubts found you, the God that lead him back to this twisted light, back to his twisted owner.

SATAN

He doesn't know who you are

Hell, he doesn't even know who he really is...

Up until now he still remember the first time you two met

How you stood outside the bars he's in

"Y-You..!" He called out as he stretched his arms out through the gaps of the cage they put him in "Let me out... Please!" He begged and begged until his voice turned horse from all the shouting.

"Do you not know me Dear?" Your voice is intoxicatingly sweet as if trying to ask him to do something as you reach your arms out to grab his and rub the back of his hand in attempt for comfort.

You were his comfort

You were his saviour

If you weren't there for him that time he doesn't know what could've happened to him

Strangely, right after that meeting he was let out of the cage by Diavolo himself and was told to attend an audience with the greatest, the greatest? Who now? He has never heard of them as far as he can remember.

But the moment the large doors opened for him to enter, the same scent that lingered inside the room where his cage was placed entered his nose once again "Come here my dear, Satan." You opened your arms as if inviting him to embrace you.

Without a single thought he escaped from the guards grip and fell to the ground on his knees after he forgot that he still can't walk on his own.

But slowly he crawled his way to you... Desperately trying to reach your open arms to return to the heat and comfort you brought him the day he was so desperate.

You were his as much as he was yours

That is what you told him

You taught him how to walk properly and control his temper

You taught him everything he needed to survive in this world

And especially, you taught him the importance of knowledge

Satan who was alone and frightened, who was uneducated and stupid was taught by the greatest being in all heaven and earth. The being that became his source of knowledge and love, his god.

ASMODEUS

He's all bruised up

Wounds and cuts all over his body

He can't help but cry as he tried to heal himself with cotton balls and ointments

He doesn't want to add to Lucifer's problems...

"It seems that you need help with that..." He heard a familiar voice causing him to look behind and sniffle. He's so tired... So tired to the point that he just continued crying as he handed you the cotton ball with ointment.

You spent the night with him, as you tried to heal him manually knowing damn well that his angelic body wouldn't be able to handle the corrupted magic you'll use to heal him.

He spent that night thinking about you

You're the one that introduced yourself as their new God...

He doesn't know what to think, what to do

He's tired

Tired and confused

Another night arrived and you visited him again to help him treat his wounds and bruises "Are you sure you don't want me to use my magic? Your pain can end right this instant..." You whispered on his ears like how the snake did to Eden's.

Another question... "Why can't people understand?! I'm tired, I don't know anything!" He suddenly snapped which made you confused... He must be only using your tone to understand you.

You just nodded at him and smiled as smoke emerged from your hands and covered his body, healing the wounds and scars lingering on his vibrant skin. "Sleep now my beauty..." Is the last thing he heard

He woke up

No more pain, no more confusion

Even though Lucifer tried to argue with him saying that he shouldn't have let your dirty magic touch him

He doesn't care anymore

He's tired of all the pain and sadness this fucked up thing brought him

He just wanna feel okay

Asmodeus who was wounded and confused was healed by the reason of all his hidden scars. Choosing to leave the bitter past behind, he now sat on your lap as you rule this new realm on your throne.

BEELZEBUB

BELPHEGOR

He feels weird

He doesn't feel anything

And it's scaring him

He sat on top of a rock outside of HOL to watch the stars, the environment is quiet and the only thing that can be heard is the rustling of midnight wind.

How come... How come he can't feel anything? There's no despair, no regret, no anger, everything feels nothing... What happened to him..? "What happened to you?" He heard a voice ask from the woods.

He turned to look back at who it is and the void in his eyes almost sucked you in "Ah..." You sighed, pitying his situation before you walked closer and placed his head on your chest "Don't worry... I'm right here." You reassured and without him knowing.

A tear dropped.

He doesn't know why

But he now goes outside to look at the stars more often

Maybe it's because the constellations got more visible

Or maybe it's because he's waiting for someone to come by again

You sat beside him as you taught him new things about the constellations that can only be seen in your realm.

Every night, he would sit on the same spot and wait for someone's familiar presence to come and comfort him, talk about the stars and how the clouds are forming different shapes.

"Look, Beel!" You called out his nickname as you pointed at a cloud "That cloud looks like you when you smile!" He looked at the cloud and tilted his head "But that's a puppy..." You just looked at him, smiled and shrugged.

He would often look at your glimmering eyes

It might not reflect the innocent light he had before

It might shine because of hidden intent

But he doesn't care

All he cares about is how he's going to protect that deceitful light

And he'll make he's going to do it right this time

Beelzebub who failed to protect someone important to him found someone he can love and protect once again, not knowing that the person he wants to hide behind his back is someone he should watch his back for.

He became destructive

The Belphegor whose aura is calming is long gone

Belphegor panted as he looked around the room he just destroyed. The walls broken and the wallpapers scratched out, the pillows ripped apart and the mirrors shattered as blood dripped from his knuckles.

Belphegor dropped to his knees and held his head close to his knees before he shouted out of agony and proceeded to drown in his tears once again "I figured this would happen." He heard someone say.

He raised his head, his eyes glowing in such a majestic light yet the way it looks at you shows the contrary. You didn't see this one coming, how Belphegor suddenly disappeared in front of you.

And the last thing you remembered is how his fingers dug to the side of your neck as he tried to choke you to death as his own tears drop to your cheeks.

Instead of killing you

He thought he killed himself

He still remembered how he woke up from falling unconscious

He still remembered how he woke up laying on your lap as you hum him songs

You sat on your throne all high and mighty as he laid his head on your lap while sitting on the foot of you and your bloody throne, glaring at anyone who disrespects you.

Your hand on his head, gently petting him as your large wings hugged his form, bringing him this new sense of protection and comfort.

He swore that day that he's yours

He will never leave your side

Even if he ended up bruised like how he is when you found him

Belphegor who was violent and done found the God that will help him recover and restart. Not the God that created him and ended him but the God that will protect and use him.

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shitpostdevil · 1 month

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Am I Allowed to Cry?

(((SatoSugu one shot)))

Drowning in the Blue Nile

He sent me "Downtown Lights"

I hadn't heard it in a while

My boredom's bone-deep

This cage was once just fine

Am I allowed to cry?

‘Why didn’t you chase him?’

The words echo in my mind,

haunting me as I stare

at the bare wall of my dorm room

where photos used to stay.

It was my responsibility as a jujutsu sorcerer

to stop exactly what Suguru caused.

His smile was so soft.

He knew I wasn’t going to understand

and he didn’t even try to convince me.

He was always like that this last summer.

Something in him changed after Amanai died.

I’m pretty sure he had thought I was dead too

from the look on his face

when I walked into that room holding her corpse.

I knew I had changed.

Being on the brink of death will do that to a person.

I grip my bedsheets,

gritting my teeth at the tears

that burned their way out of my eyes

against my protest.

All I remember after that is screaming

until I heard Shoko’s voice.

“Give him space,

get out of here!

Gojo, hey, Gojo-”

I dream of cracking locks

Throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks

Crashing into him tonight, he's a paradox

I'm seeing visions, am I bad?

Or mad? Or wise?

Do we still talk?

It would be unwise to indulge the answer to that.

How they haven’t found me out yet?

I have no idea.

They must trust their golden boy enough

to not assume that he would be

in the bed of a criminal after long missions,

dressing my wounds,

always stretching out the time.

He explained himself.

Adopted two little girls-

I can’t blame him for doing what he did,

but I would never say that out loud.

This world is… horrible.

We know that better than anyone I suppose.

What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

I keep recalling things we never did

Messy top lip kiss, how I long for our trysts

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

Staring at my phone screen,

my scrolling through pointless pictures

paused by his text;

When are you coming over next?

Simple, but he always did get straight to the point.

My finger absent-mindedly twirls

around the black cat phone charm that he got for me-

something I had claimed I’d won in a random gacha pull,

but I knew the truth and that’s all that mattered.

Part of me needed him with me,

even if I couldn’t admit it.

I want to drop everything and run to him

every

damn

time.

Soon. I text back,

locking my phone and letting my arm drop,

painted fingertips grazing over sheets

he will never see again.

I keep these longings locked

In lowercase, inside a vault

Someone told me there's no such thing as bad thoughts

Only your actions talk

“How long are you going to do this, Gojo?”

Shoko quizzes me,

her face holds a touch of disapproval

but not disappointment.

I just look at her.

Does she really expect me to give an answer for that?

Until the day I die.

I want to say.

Want to scream.

I can’t even give an actual answer

because all that would give is

confirmation that I still see the ‘traitor’.

She knows.

She has to.

She… saw how badly it broke me-

feelings I never want to unleash again.

“What are you talking about?”

I finally ask,

eyes begging her to drop it through sunglasses.

She just pulls out her cigarette box silently,

flipping the top open

and holding it in my direction, offering.

I take one.

These fatal fantasies giving way to labored breath

Taking all of me, we've already done it in my head

If it's make-believe

Why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?

“S-Satoru~”

His liquor soaked breath stutters in the dark

as I work my art on him,

messy kisses to the insides of his thighs,

leaving marks that will only be known to us.

His hands are tangled in my hair loosely,

tightening every moment he feels good.

He refuses to be quiet,

but I couldn’t complain.

“A God amongst men,

and you’re begging for me.”

I state breathlessly,

smirking up at him.

He just hums in pure amusement.

“You always were so cocky~”

he chides,

hips bucking when my lips find his leaking head.

“You were saying?” I ask.

“Mm-mmm~” he says as he pushes my mouth onto his cock.

I can’t help but give him what he wants.

What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed his name

Building up like waves crashing over my grave

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

Shoko notices the hickey I tried my hardest to cover

almost immediately.

Deny.

“The girl I was with wasn’t really as careful as I asked her to be.”

I bluffed, laughing.

Her eyes questioned deeper,

but not her voice.

What if I roll the stone away?

They're gonna crucify me anyway

What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?

If long-suffering propriety is what they want from me

They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly

I choose you and me religiously

“You know this can’t last forever Satoru.” He says.

I clench my jaw.

Of course I know that.

Why did he feel the need to bring this up again?

His hands are so gently painting my fingernails black.

It was his way of being intimate without having to admit it.

I secretly loved having any trace of him on me that I could get.

I don’t want to respond to him,

I just want to stay here,

at this moment.

Forever.

I never wanted him to stop holding my hands so preciously.

What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

I keep recalling things we never did

Messy top lip kiss, how I long for our trysts

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

“At least curse at me a little at the very end.”

His smile is still so soft even with blood everywhere.

I just fall to my knees,

eyes filled with traumas no one should have to see.

“If I had noticed…

If I saw how badly it destroyed you…

would it have changed anything?”

I’m speaking before I can think it through.

“Perhaps…” He coughs, breathing sharp,

“But then again… probably not.”

The tears are falling before I can stop them.

“I’m so sorry.”

I can't get my voice above a whisper.

“It’s not your fault, my one and only.”

My one and only…

He sent me "Downtown Lights"

I hadn't heard it in a while

“Satoru.”

The voice of a ghost speaks from behind me and I falter,

if only for a moment.

Suguru…?

I turn.

I’m trapped again,

but this time it’s real.

Is it really so bad to die if it’s at his hands?

Horror written all over my face-

that’s his body, but that isn’t him.

Am I allowed to cry?

My soul knows otherwise…

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lilacmingi · 5 months

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PILLAGED

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Pirate!Yunho x barkeep!fem reader

Word count: 8,245

Note: Another pirate imagine from 2022 from Wattpad! All the pirate imagines for this series are ones that I’m very proud of. This one is one of my favorites!

You were busy washing dishes and tidying up the mess left by your previous customers. Empty glasses and spilled alcohol littered the bar, the strong stench permeating the air. You sighed as you placed a clean glass onto a shelf with the others, making a mental note to scrub the bar once you finished dishes. The sound of someone kicking open the entrance to the tavern pulled your attention away from the spotless glassware.

A man with dark hair strode into the establishment, brandishing a small pistol. He wasted no time jumping onto the bar, catching everyone's attention, as if people weren't already staring because of his dramatic entrance. You could tell immediately by his attire that he was a pirate, and pirates are bad news around here.

"I'll be taking three barrels of whiskey." He spoke to you before turning towards the patrons to address them.

Before he could speak, half of the customers ran out shouting, "Pirates!"

The man watched as they ran out, but didn't do anything as he continued speaking to the ones left in the tavern.

"If all of you would be so kind, empty your satchels and pass the contents over to these three gentleman." He announced, waving a pistol around as three more pirates entered the place.

While he was facing the customers who were in the process of removing the contents of their bags, you grabbed a musket that was kept underneath the bar. You pointed it at the man, cocking it, causing the weapon to make a small click sound which prompted the pirate to turn around.

"I don't think so." You spoke.

He crouched down on the counter, his eyes darkening as they met yours.

"On second thought..." He trailed off.

The weapon was snatched from your hands and you were grabbed by another pirate who you didn't see approach.

"I'll take you as well." The man on the counter smirked.

"No!" You fought back, jerking around in the pirate's grip.

"Are you done?" The man in charge asked, turning to his two lackeys that appeared to have collected a few things from the remaining customers in the establishment.

Said customers seemed to have evacuated the premises, leaving just you and the four pirates.

"Now, doll, why don't you do us a favor and serve us something to drink."

"I'm not serving you anything." You spat.

"We'll see about that." He sneered, standing up and hopping off the counter.

The faint sound of a weapon being drawn from a sheath could be heard before you felt the cool sensation of a blade being pressed against your neck by the pirate holding you.

The leader rested his elbows on the counter as he watched you.

"If you don't serve us, I'll have my crew mate here gut you like a fish. How's that?"

You gulped, your neck momentarily pressing against the sharp blade. You grit your teeth as you answered.

"Fine."

"That's more like it."

You were released as the leader and his crew went to sit at the bar. You watched with a sour expression as the one who was holding the knife against your neck merely climbed over the bar to get to the other side, joining the rest of the group. Oh well, the bar hadn't been cleaned anyway.

The man and his three crew mates began going through the satchels collected from your customers. Your eyes darted towards the exit, but before you could make a move, one of the crew mates pulled a musket out, cocking it.

"Don't even think about it." The dark-haired pirate spoke, looking at the (stolen) rings on his fingers. "You won't even get the chance."

Letting out a sigh, you chose to comply for the time being.

"Enough." The lead pirate waved his hand dismissively, the crew mate lowering his musket. "Barkeep, get us some whiskey, will ya?" He demanded.

"If you say please, I'll consider it."

He looked to you, his eyes dark. "Pirates don't say please."

Your jaw clenched as you turned to grab enough glasses for him and his crew. He had to be the captain, if not the captain, then someone in a high position. Though you were almost certain he was the captain. There's no way he wasn't.

You placed four glasses of whiskey onto the bar, watching as the pirates took them.

"What's some fine whiskey without a fine woman to serve it?" The dark-haired leader, presumably the captain, winked at you before raising his glass.

You cringed at his pathetic attempt to flirt.

"To pillaging!" He grinned.

"To pillaging!" His crew echoed as they clanked their glasses together so hard, some of the alcohol spilled onto the already messy bar top.

You watched from behind the bar as they downed the drinks. The captain let out a long ahhh as he slammed his glass onto the counter.

"More." He demanded.

You had to fight back the urge to refuse, choosing to comply, as it seemed to be the best option for you.

The captain and his crew stayed much longer than you wanted them to, drinking nearly all the alcohol you had, save for what was in the back, which they made very clear that they would take with them.

"Alright, men." The captain sighed, slamming his stein down onto the bar as he got to his feet. "Don't wanna overstay our welcome."

"You already have." You muttered.

He glanced your way, letting out a short noise that sounded like a mix between a chortle and a scoff.

"Barkeep, show us to your stock room."

Despite his amicable tone, you knew he wouldn't hesitate to sick one of his lackeys on you if you refused. Feeling like you didn't have a choice, you led him and his three crew members to the back room where large barrels of alcohol were kept.

"Oh. You've got quite a selection." The captain commented, his fingers tracing over the wooden cask. "I think I'll take some of this as well."

"You said you'd only take three barrels of whiskey." You spoke up.

"I change my mind."

You watched helplessly as his crew rolled the barrels out of the room and into the main dining area. The stock room began to be emptied right in front of you, one barrel after the next. Once the space was completely barren, you turned to the captain.

"Alright. You've taken my entire stock. I think it's time for you to leave."

"Ah, but there's one more thing I need."

"What more could you possibly take? There's nothing left but glasses and tables."

"There's you." He responded.

Your brows pulled together.

"I'd like to take you with me."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Did you not hear me earlier? I said I'd be taking you as well."

"I'm not for taking."

"Your bar is under the mercy of Captain Jeong Yunho. You don't have a choice."

He grabbed your wrist harshly, tugging you towards the stock room entrance, pulling you out to the dining area where his lackeys stood amongst the barrels of alcohol. He snapped his fingers and gestured towards the door, prompting his men to roll the barrels of alcohol out of the establishment.

"Let go of me!" You hissed.

"Telling me to let go won't work, darling."

You jerked in his grip, trying to free yourself, using your unbound hand to pry his off your wrist.

"This would be a lot easier if you stopped moving." He told you, grabbing your other wrist, preventing you from moving at all.

He pushed you forward, keeping a secure hold on you as you stumbled ahead towards the entrance of the tavern. Wriggling one last time in an attempt to free yourself, you stepped forward trying to run ahead, hoping you'd be moving so much the captain would have no choice but to let go—it didn't work. You simply weren't strong enough.

"Surely, you didn't think that would work. Did you?"

You grit your teeth as he shoved you forward out of the tavern and into the streets where chaos was ensuing. Pirates were everywhere, carrying an array of different things ranging from jewelry, money, crates, and clothes. You watched with sad eyes as you saw the homes and businesses lining the streets being looted. Windows were broken, doors had been ripped off their hinges, everything was in ruins.

"Keep moving, darling." Yunho nudged you ahead.

"Stop it with the nicknames." You grumbled.

"If I knew your name, maybe I wouldn't have to call you such things."

"Please." You rolled your eyes.

"I'm waiting, darling."

"It's Y/n." You muttered angrily.

"Y/n, what a nice name. Now, keep walking."

Once at the docks, you saw the menacing ship belonging to the vagrants that were plundering your small town.

"You can't just take me." You told the captain.

"I can, and I will." He responded in a tone that was far too relaxed.

"I'm just a barkeep. You don't even need me."

"We'll see about that."

You turned to him with a scowl, pausing for a moment. It was the first time you'd looked at him since stepping outside. You noticed uniquely colored red streaks in his hair that weren't visible in the dimly lit tavern.

You were snapped from your thoughts when Yunho dragged you with him up the gangplank and onto the monstrous pirate ship.

"You two, go down to the tavern and collect the rest of the barrels of alcohol." He pointed to a couple crew members standing around.

"Yes, Captain." They responded in unison.

"Now to take care of you." He tugged you over to a set of steps leading to the forecastle deck.

"Mingi!" He called.

A tall, slim man dressed in a baggy blouse and trousers hurried over.

"Yes, Captain?"

"Get me some rope."

Mingi nodded heading across the deck to retrieve a rope from a small crate, bringing it back to his captain. He gave you a brief glance before looking away, averting his eyes.

Yunho began to tie your wrists to one of the posts on the stairs, tugging the ropes tightly causing you to hiss.

"What are you doing?" Mingi asked, looking a little uneasy.

"Tying up the hostage so she can't run off."

"Hostage?"

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna leave her here. I just need to make sure she doesn't go anywhere until we get back out in the waters. Will you keep an eye on her?"

"Uh." Mingi glanced at you looking unsure. "Yes. Of course."

"Great. I've got captain duties to tend to. I won't be long."

And with that, Yunho walked away, leaving you with who you assume is his first mate, Mingi.

For someone who's supposed to be higher in the ranks, he seemed a bit anxious.

"Are you okay?" You asked him after watching his odd behavior.

"I'm fine." He responded.

"You don't look like it."

"Yunho doesn't usually take hostages."

"I find that hard to believe." You scoffed. "He seemed to take me with no remorse whatsoever."

"I promise he never does this. I don't know why." Mingi then looked at you. "You're not gonna try to escape, are you?"

"I don't know." You jerked on the ropes a couple times, but it was no use. They were tied too tight and wouldn't budge. "I guess not." You dropped your head in defeat.

Mingi shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. He didn't like that Yunho tied you up, it was so unlike him.

"What did you do?" He finally asked, wondering how you managed to get on the captain's bad side so quickly.

"Defended myself. Fought back."

This Mingi guy seemed pretty soft. Not only that, but he didn't seem to like the fact that you were taken against your will. You assumed maybe you could talk him into helping you.

"Hey, Mingi was it? You think maybe you'd be able to untie these and let me go?"

His already round eyes became rounder at your suggestion.

"Oh. N-no." He shook his head rapidly. "I can't. I'd be going against Yunho's wishes. I can't do that."

"Come on. You seem like a really nice guy." You pressed.

"I'm really sorry. I can't go against his wishes. He—" Mingi paused mid-sentence to clear his throat a few times, then continued. "He trusts me a lot. I can't break that."

Yep, Mingi was soft, but he was loyal as ever.

You wanted ask if he was just going to let an innocent townsperson be taken and held captive on a ship, but this guy seemed upset already, so you kept your mouth shut. If you do end up as a prisoner on this pirate ship, at least there's a decent guy who you might be able to befriend.

"You're a pretty loyal guy, huh?"

"I suppose." Mingi answered, biting his bottom lip. "What's your name?"

The question seemed to come out of nowhere, but you didn't mind answering.

"Y/n."

"I'm Mingi."

You had already heard Yunho refer to him as such, but it was nice to hear him introduce himself.

As if on cue, the very captain stepped back on board, assisting the last of his crew with supplies that had been stolen from your town.

"Alright men, raise the gangplank, get those masts ready! We're getting out of here." Yunho ordered.

The crew immediately got to work, preparing to depart from your ravaged town. Mingi gave you a sympathetic look as Yunho walked by, moving up to the forecastle deck to begin steering the large sea vessel away from the docks.

"Keep watching her, Mingi." He ordered.

The gentle brown-haired pirate nodded and continued to keep a watchful eye on you.

The only thing you could do was stand and watch as the ship departed from the harbor until your hometown was no longer in view. Before you knew it, the only thing you could was the ocean surrounding the vessel on all sides.

Yunho stayed at the wheel for what seemed like forever, until finally he stepped away, moving towards you.

"There's nowhere to go." He told you as he began untying the ropes that bound your wrists.

"I could jump into the ocean."

"If you want to be eaten by sharks, sure."

You scowled at him in response.

"That's what I thought." He smirked before turning to Mingi. "You did a good job. Thanks for watching her."

Mingi smiled brightly before walking off.

"Now, what should I do with you?" Yunho hummed, thoughtfully.

"I'd like it if you could let me go."

He let out forced laughter in response. "That's really cute, but we both know that's not gonna happen."

Your jaw clenched in annoyance, watching him as he tilted his head in thought.

"I could put you work, make you clean the galley, or you could be my personal maid and make sure my quarters are always neat and tidy."

Your features twisted in distaste. You could think of a million other things you'd rather do than serve such an arrogant and egotistical man. Yes, you worked as a barkeep and served mostly men, but at least they didn't tie you up to staircase posts and kidnap you against your will.

"For the time being, just stick by my side. Got it?"

You'd rather jump ship than be stuck with this jerk all night.

"I said, got it?" He repeated more sternly.

"Yeah." You responded, flatly.

Night fell over the ship, cloaking the sky in darkness as the vessel continued to sail over black waters. The dim light from the torches stretched across the boards of the main deck which were being stomped upon by the scuffed boots of the pirate crew as drunken sea shanties spilled from their lips. Yunho thought it was fit to throw a party in celebration of the pillaging that took place earlier that day. Ironically enough, he forced you to serve your own stolen alcohol.

With a sour expression, you handed Yunho a glass of whiskey.

"Like I said, what's some fine whiskey without a fine woman to serve it?" He grinned, giving you a smirk that made you wanna barf.

The flirting wasn't the only thing making you feel sick. Seeing everyone have a good time, celebrating the destruction of a town made your stomach churn as well.

"Gentleman!" Yunho called everyone's attention. "I'm pleased to say that we're close." He told the crew, causing them to cheer in response.

Close to what, you weren't sure, but everyone sure seemed happy about it. You assumed it was treasure of some sort, which made you roll your eyes. The crew clanked their steins together causing the alcohol inside to spill over the edge, splattering on the deck. It reminded you of the way townspeople would come in and make a mess on the bar. You wished you were there right now.

Yunho and Mingi linked arms, dancing in a circle as they laughed together. The crew cheered them on, singing and stomping their feet against the deck.

It took about 25 minutes for you to be fed up with the obnoxious celebrations and horrible off-key singing. You got up from your spot on the steps and approached Yunho who had just downed his third glass of alcohol.

"What can I do for you, sweetheart?" He grinned, his cheeks already showing a pink tint.

"I'm ready to go to bed." You told him.

"But the party's just started."

"I don't care."

Yunho sighed. "Fine. Follow me."

He headed over to a set of doors nestled between the steps that led to the forecastle deck and pulled them open.

"What is this?"

"The captain's quarters, obviously. Have you never been on a pirate ship before?" He rolled his eyes.

You weren't sure if it was the alcohol that made him ask such a nonsensical question or if he truly was that stupid.

"You'll be staying here in my sleeping quarters."

"Why? Can't I have my own room?"

"No. I need to keep an eye on you."

As much as you didn't want to share a room with the pirate captain who forcibly kidnapped you, you'd rather have a bed to sleep in than be tied up on the deck all night.

"Alright, fine. Where am I supposed to sleep?" You asked, looking around the room only seeing one bed.

"There." Yunho pointed to a cot on the far side of the room. It looked so much like a bench that you hardly noticed it.

You honestly didn't care what the bed looked like. You'd take anything at this point.

"Have fun at your party." You muttered, going over to the cot and lying down.

"I will."

His response was followed by the sound of closing doors, letting you know he returned to the main deck. Tugging the blanket up, you tried to make yourself as comfortable as you could on the unsupportive cot where you somehow managed to doze off.

At some point, you were woken up by the sounds of the doors opening and Yunho singing quietly to himself, the notes coming out muffled and incoherent. His uneven and draggy footsteps let you know he was absolutely wasted and struggling to get himself to bed. You paid no mind to it until you heard a loud thump causing you to sit upright. Yunho had collapsed on the floor while trying to take his boots off, one of them halfway off while the other was still on his foot.

Ignore him, Y/n.

You went to lay back down only to stop, guilt beginning to build inside you. Letting out a long sigh, you reluctantly got up from the cot and walked over to the intoxicated pirate, tugging off his boots. He groaned a bit, but didn't fuss. You tossed his shoes aside and pushed him into a sitting position.

"Come on." You grunted.

"Get me another glass." He raised his arm.

You scoffed. "You're drunk."

"Nooo I'm Yunho." He chuckled.

"Get up." You grumbled, pulling him to his feet. "Don't think I'm helping you because like you. I just don't want to hear you complain about waking up with a stiff neck."

He stumbled slightly as he tried to keep his balance. You struggled to hold him up, shuffling towards his bed where you let go of him, allowing him to collapse on the mattress, not caring how he landed. With a final sigh, you returned to your cot, crawling back under the covers and closing your eyes, managing to get back to sleep.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead."

Your eyes squeezed shut at the loud voice shouting above you.

"Get up." Yunho nudged you. "We've got a long day ahead of us."

"There is no us."

"Yes there is. Now, up and at 'em."

"Aren't you supposed to be hungover?" You grumbled.

"I stopped getting hungover years ago." He chortled, pulling the covers off you. "Now, come on. Outta bed, sleepyhead."

"I hate how chipper you are." You groaned, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

He ignored your commented and grabbed your forearms, pulling you out of bed despite your protests.

"What do you possibly need me up for?" You complained, grabbing your shoes as he pulled you out on the deck.

"Don't know, but you're awake just in case."

You huffed out of annoyance and pulled away from him, plopping down on a nearby crate to slip on your shoes.

The other crew members were already hard at work swabbing the deck and tying up the sails. The sun's warmth hit you immediately as the bright rays shone down on the ship.

"You have a whole crew to do work for you." You muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"That's what I thought." Yunho commented, walking across the deck.

"Morning, captain." One by one his crew greeted him.

"Morning." He paused, turning to you. "Y/n, come on."

You rolled your eyes and hopped off the crate, following the pirate down into the ship.

"Where are we going?"

"The galley. It's time for some breakfast. I'm starving."

Just the mention of food had your stomach feeling particularly empty. You hadn't really had anything to eat since boarding the ship.

Upon entering the galley, you saw a few crew mates sitting about, one of them being Mingi. The two of you approached who you assumed was the cook on board and were served eggs, a biscuit, and to your surprise, juice. It wasn't much, but you were grateful for it, especially since you hadn't eaten anything in many hours.

You trailed behind Yunho who made himself comfortable across from Mingi. The captain expected you to sit beside him, but you moved to the opposite side to sit next to Mingi.

"There's a perfectly good seat here." Yunho pointed.

"I'm well aware." You commented.

The dark-haired pirate looked you up and down suspiciously as if he was trying to figure out an explanation.

"You think I want to sit next to you after you took me from my home?"

Yunho opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it, causing Mingi to chuckle. You couldn't stop yourself from smirking, even a little bit.

"Yunho, have you tried the juice yet? It's so good and fresh. The meals after a good looting are always the best." Mingi commented.

To that, his friend took a sip, humming and nodding in satisfaction.

As you ate your breakfast, you noticed your's and Yunho's plates were becoming emptier quicker than Mingi's, even though he started eating before the two of you. Eventually, the both of you had finished your breakfast, but Yunho continued to sit, watching Mingi.

He must have noticed your lingering gaze because he spoke up.

"Mingi's a bit of a slow eater. I always wait on him."

"Oh." Was all you said.

Truthfully, you thought it was kinda sweet that Yunho was willing to wait for his friend to finish eating—that didn't mean you thought he was a good guy, though. It would take more than that for you to change your outlook on him.

"Y/n, you don't have to hang around. Don't let me keep you." Mingi spoke up.

"It's fine." You assured him. "Plus, Yunho won't let me out of his sight."

Mingi seemed upset by that.

"Anyway." You sighed. "I'm gonna go take my dishes."

When you walked away, Mingi turned to his friend with a slightly disappointed expression.

"Yunho, why don't you trust her? It seems like she's just an innocent townsperson. One that you ripped from her home, by the way. Why'd you bring her here?"

Yunho shrugged.

"That's not a valid reason. She looks miserable. Why'd you take her from her town?"

"Because I can."

Everything became quiet for a moment as Mingi looked his friend over.

"You like her, don't you?"

"No." He answered too quickly. "I've only known her for a day. How could I possibly like her?"

Yunho's ears became red as he continued to make up excuses. Mingi watched him with an amused expression.

"Alright. You want the truth? I don't know why I took her." He finally said.

"It's because you like her."

"No I don't. Stop saying that." Yunho was getting very defensive and his ears only got redder, causing Mingi to start laughing.

"Look at you. You're so embarrassed right now." He laughed, throwing his head back.

That laughing soon turned to coughing. Mingi took a sip of juice to clear his throat, shaking his head.

"I don't know much about dating, but I'm pretty sure kidnapping a girl isn't going to win her over."

Yunho rolled his eyes.

Just then, you returned to the table.

"Your cook gave me a weird look for bringing my dishes to him."

"We usually leave them where they are." Mingi answered, clearing his throat, his voice sounding a bit strained.

"Are you alright?" You asked him.

"Yeah. I just laughed a little too hard."

"Whatever it was, it must have been pretty funny."

"It was." Mingi chuckled.

"Alright that's enough." Yunho spoke up. "Let's go."

"No. Mingi isn't finished eating."

"I will be." He told you. "Don't worry about me."

You noticed him give a glance to Yunho as the two of you walked out.

Throughout your stay on Yunho's ship, you did a few things here and there, easy tasks like helping to move something or washing dishes, but nothing more. You watched the crew fish and do other things around the ship as well as cut up with each other in their spare time. You had even heard a few interesting stories from some of them. Meals served on the ship were fairly good and usually consisted of soup, some sort of bread and sometimes meat or fish.

You had only been on board for a week, but you liked the crew and were slowly realizing these people were nowhere near as bad as the men that entered your tavern, even Yunho. He liked to act tough sometimes, but he was actually kind of sweet, however he could be cocky at times. You felt less like a hostage and more like a guest. Since that first day on the ship, Yunho never tied you up again. You had a bed to sleep in, you got at least three meals a day, and never really had to do anything on the ship.

All that made you wonder, why had Yunho taken you in the first place?

Your feet swung back and forth as you sat on a crate that you often made yourself comfortable on. You didn't have anything to do, so you spent your time watching the ocean and the crew. Across the deck, you spotted Yunho and Mingi together laughing and cutting up. The captain acted differently around his friend. He was brighter, cheerful, and much more bubbly.

Throughout your stay on the vessel, you saw just how close the two pirates were. Mingi was very loyal to Yunho and you could see why. The two were like brothers. They're always hanging out and Yunho is always calling on Mingi when he needs assistance or a second opinion.

The latter tossed his arm over the captain's shoulders before pulling him into a playful headlock. Yunho laughed, his hands holding onto Mingi's forearm as he feigned an attempt to pry it off him. It was like watching two young boys play fight with each other.

As the two laughed, you noticed Mingi start to cough. It was just a couple small coughs, but it caught Yunho's attention immediately. Mingi held his hand up to let his friend know he was okay, only to double over as another coughing spell hit him. The sound was horrid and raspy, making your face scrunch. You watched worriedly as Yunho hastily escorted Mingi off the deck and down into the ship.

You stopped seeing Mingi on the deck that day. It worried you greatly, especially since you had gotten to know him a little.

The crew seemed to be feeling the effects of Mingi's absence because they had become much quieter and the atmosphere had a tenseness to it. There was less cutting up and more hard work. At first, you weren't sure why everyone seemed to be on edge, but then you witnessed Yunho snapping at crew members for seemingly no reason and it all made sense.

"Hey!" Yunho shouted. "What's wrong with you? There's a whole deck to walk on."

"Sorry, captain." Muttered the crew mate who'd accidentally bumped shoulders with him.

He stormed up the steps to the forecastle deck without another word. You pressed your lips together and briefly considered going after him, but decided against it.

One thing you knew for sure was that Mingi's sudden collapse was serious and effecting everyone—especially Yunho.

Later in the day, you found yourself standing on the forecastle deck with Yunho, watching as the sea breeze blew through his red-streaked hair. He seemed very much at peace stood at the wheel of the ship, steering the vessel through the clear waters. It appeared that he cooled off a bit since his outburst, so you decided to talk to him.

"Yunho, are you okay?"

"I'm perfectly fine. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious." You responded. "You haven't seemed like yourself."

He scoffed. "What does that mean?"

"You just seem a little different."

"I'm fine, Y/n."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"I think you're lying."

There was a beat of silence before you spoke up.

"This is about Mingi, isn't it?"

"No. It's not." He answered sharply, his voice much deeper than normal. "Even if it was, it's none of your business. You've known him for less than two weeks."

"I was just worried. That's all."

"Just stay out of my business, alright?" He raised his voice a bit. "You're not my friend. You're not even part of the crew. You're just some girl I chose to take hostage. Know your place."

The sheer amount of anger you felt after those words left his mouth was indescribable. You merely asked if he was alright because you were worried about him and all you got in return was hate.

You let out a dry chuckle. "You're right. I don't even know why I asked. I shouldn't care about you. In fact, I don't. So, you just do whatever you want. Snap at your crew. I don't care. Like you said, it's none of my business."

Turning on your heel, you left the forecastle deck, leaving Yunho alone.

Two days passed and you didn't speak a word to him. You avoided him at all costs and always went to bed early so you'd be asleep by the time he turned in for the night.

One night, you were awoken by a crash somewhere outside, the noise startling you awake. One glance across the room and you saw that Yunho wasn't in his own bed. You immediately sat up, pushing yourself out of bed. It wasn't until you got to the doors of the room that you stopped to consider why you were even going towards the sound in the first place.

"Whatever." You sighed, pushing open the doors and stepping out onto the deck.

The first thing you heard was incoherent murmuring that seemed to be coming from the forecastle deck. You moved up the steps, spotting Yunho talking to himself. He shouted loudly into the night air, swinging a bottle around. He paused his ranting, taking a swig before breaking the bottle on the railing of the ship and angrily tossing it out into the ocean.

"Yunho?"

He spun around, stumbling slightly.

"Y/n?" He slurred.

"Why are you up so late?"

"Couldn't sleep."

Still mad at him, you kept your words to a minimum, muttering an "Okay." and turning to leave.

"Wait!"

You stopped and faced him.

"Stay with me."

You wanted to say no, but his soft, pink-tinted cheeks and round, sparkly brown puppy eyes tugged at your heartstrings. When you didn't give an immediate answer, his bottom lip stuck out slightly, making you give in. You hated that that was all it took for you to cave. You told yourself it was because he was drunk and looking particularly adorable, but deep down, you knew the real reason.

You walked over to the drunken captain and stood beside him, a long silence hanging in the air.

"He's sick." Yunho spoke up, cutting through the silence.

"Who's sick?"

"Mingi." He hiccuped. "He started getting a cough about six months ago. It was mild so he brushed it off and so did I... until it got worse. Eventually, I made him see our medic on board and he said he's got some disease that's progressing fast. Last week, he collapsed on the deck from coughing, so I took him to the sick bay. He's been bedridden ever since." Tears fell from Yunho's eyes as he spoke.

"The worst part is, I can't find anything for him. I've pillaged town after town searching for information or any item that could possibly help. Someone in your town told me I could find a doctor that might be able to help, but I don't think Mingi has much time left." More tears stained his cheeks, making your heart break.

"I'll help you." You suddenly spoke up.

"What?"

"Whatever you need me to do, I'll do it. I want to help your friend."

"But I was so mean to you the other day." Yunho commented with a frown.

"I don't care about that anymore."

"I said some hurtful things." He hiccuped. "I'm sorry. I don't deserve your help."

He looked like he was about to start crying again, which prompted you to try and comfort him.

"It's okay. You weren't thinking straight. You were worried about Mingi and you let it get to you. We all say things we don't mean when we're stressed or worried."

Your words seemed to have the opposite effect as Yunho began to tear up.

"Yunho, no. Please don't sta—"

He threw his arms around you, allowing his head to drop onto your shoulder.

"You're so nice, Y/n."

You stumbled back at the force of his weight being put on you suddenly, your hand going to pat his back comfortingly.

"You're wasted right now, I'm sure you don't mean that."

"I doooo." He drew out the word. "You're gonna help me save my friend!"

"Keep it down." You shushed him.

"Oh." He whispered, letting out some giggles. "Okay."

"Come on. Let's get you to bed."

You coaxed him down the steps and onto the main deck. It was a feat, but one you somehow managed despite Yunho's stumbling. You could see his eyes getting droopy as you pulled open one of the doors to the captain's quarters, hurrying inside before the drunken pirate decided to pass out.

As you brought Yunho over to his bed, he stepped away from you and pulled the covers back, ready to crawl in.

"Hey, hey. Wait." You spoke abruptly, stopping him before he could get in the bed. "Take your shoes off first."

"Oh." He giggled and started fumbling with his footwear, unable to properly remove it as he wobbled, not able to keep his balance.

"Let me help." You leaned down and untied his boots while he propped himself up on a nearby desk. He lifted one foot at a time and allowed you to tug off his boots.

"Ahh." Yunho sighed in response.

"This situation seems familiar." You chuckled, recalling the last time you helped Yunho to bed when he had too much to drink.

Yunho giggled as you helped him onto the mattress. "You dropped me on the bed last time. Thanks to you, I didn't wake up with a stiff neck." He grinned drunkenly.

You felt something in your chest when he said that. You didn't think he remembered you getting him to bed, he was pretty out of it.

"You remember that?" You asked, softly.

He didn't answer, he only snuggled into his pillow and closed his eyes. You sighed, a soft smile tugging at your lips as you pulled the covers up over him.

"I love you." He murmured.

You froze, your heart skipping a beat.

He must be really drunk.

Brushing off his comment, you returned to bed, taking one last glance at Yunho before going to sleep.

The next day, Yunho woke up feeling particularly hungover for the first time in years.

He groaned as he sat up in bed, not quite remembering how he got there. Images of your face flashed in his mind.

Were you with him? Did you bring him to bed?

He got to his feet, slipping his boots on noticing you were nowhere to be seen. Without giving it a second though, he left his quarters, the bright sun burning his eyes, making him squint.

"Morning, captain." You greeted.

He opened one eye, glancing at you under the sun's bright rays.

"Sleep well?" You asked.

"Too well. I hardly remember last night. Were you with me?"

"I was, but only briefly. You were making a racket out on the forecastle deck."

"Yep." He sighed, seeming to recall it. "Sorry if I caused you any trouble."

"You didn't. You should go have some breakfast. It'll help."

"You already ate?"

You nodded, guiding him to the doors leading to the galley.

"You look rough." The cook chuckled as he handed the captain a plate.

"Gee, thanks."

"I haven't seen you hungover in a while."

"I haven't been hungover in a while. I think I went too far last night."

"It's nothing a good breakfast can't fix." The cook gave Yunho a grin as he went to sit down.

The galley seemed much emptier without Mingi. Ever since he was forced to stay in bed, everything has seemed emptier.

Yunho's brows pulled together as he tried to go over the events of last night. He felt like you had told him something pretty important, but he was having trouble remembering. He thought really hard for a moment, then finally a brief memory flashed in his mind, his heart softening afterwards.

You offered to help with Mingi.

"After the way I treated her?" He muttered.

He then remembered something else.

"I love you."

His eyes widened as he covered his face feeling absolutely mortified.

"No way. Did I really say that?"

Yunho hurriedly ate his breakfast and headed back out onto the deck in search of you. He wouldn't bring up the other thing he said, but he did want to thank you for being kind.

"Y/n?"

You were standing by the railing of the ship, staring down into the water, watching the water glide past the ship.

"Y/n!" He called.

You lifted your head, turning to look at Yunho.

"Is something wrong?"

"I just remembered something."

Oh no. You thought.

"Yes?"

"You offered to help me with Mingi."

You breathed an internal sigh of relief.

"I did."

"Thank you. I don't deserve it after the way I treated you, but I appreciate it."

You smiled softly. "You said pretty much the same thing last night."

"Did I?"

You nodded.

"Do you... remember anything else?" You asked, hesitantly.

He stiffened. "No. No I don't."

He was lying. It was so obvious. He knows what he said to you.

You rocked back and forth on your feet, nodding. "Well, I'm sure it'll come back to you. Anyway, I'd like to know how I can assist you in your voyage to this doctor who can help Mingi."

Yunho was thankful you changed the subject, breathing a quiet sigh of relief.

"Yes. Follow me."

It took less than a week for you to arrive at the town where the doctor resided. During that week, Yunho taught you how to read maps and help raise and lower the sails. You did whatever you could to make the voyage easier.

"I'm gonna go get Mingi." Yunho told you as he watched his crew anchor the ship by the dock. "You should come with me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'll need you there for emotional support."

"Alright."

The two of you went to the sick bay where Mingi lie unmoving in bed.

"Come on, Mingi. We're gonna get you some help." Yunho assisted his friend in sitting up.

The sight broke your heart. Mingi's usual bright expression and features seemed duller. His eyes were droopy and donned dark circles, his face was ashen and had lost some of its color. A wheezy and raspy cough left his body followed by a groan.

"Y/n, you can help."

At Yunho's okay, you stepped in, assisting Mingi out of bed.

He let out a few more coughs as the two of you got him to his feet and helped him off the ship. When a Mingi stumbled, you helped to catch him, giving Yunho a worried look.

"We have to hurry."

The two of you quickened your pace as you hurried through the town.

"We're looking for a Dr. Choi." He told you.

You nodded and began reading the signs on the businesses lining the streets.

"Over there." You pointed.

Yunho looked over and spotted the doctor's office you pointed at, heading directly towards it. Once at the building, you and Yunho helped Mingi inside where a middle-aged man in a white coat sat at a desk.

"Are you Dr. Choi?" Yunho asked.

"I am. May I help you?"

"My friend, he's very sick. He came down with a cough six months ago."

Just then, Mingi let out another horrid cough.

"Oh my." Dr. Choi murmured. "Follow me."

You and Yunho helped escort Mingi to an examining room where the doctor began to look over the sick pirate. Your nerves built up quickly as you watched Mingi, looking tired as ever.

"I'm gonna go stand outside." You told Yunho.

"Alright."

"What? No security guard?" You teased.

He gave you a small smile. "I trust you."

A sigh slipped past your lips as you stood outside, leaning against the building. You couldn't bear to be in the examination room seeing Mingi looking so disheveled.

As you focused on your breathing, you overheard a conversation from two nearby townspeople.

"A buddy of mine went to a tavern recently. It's a few towns over." One guy commented.

"Oh, really?" Questioned the other.

The conversation captured your attention, causing you to glance over at the two.

"Excuse me. You wouldn't happen to be talking about..." You gave them the name of your tavern.

"Actually, yes." The first guy nodded. "It got pillaged by pirates a few weeks ago, but you'd never know."

"Really? May I ask who's running it?"

The guy gave you the name of a girl and proceeded to describe her. You knew exactly who it was. She was from your town and told you she'd like to run a tavern one day. After the pillaging, you guessed she decided to take over and help get everything back to normal. Your heart felt heavy, but it seemed that your tavern was doing just fine without you, maybe even better.

You didn't have time to think about it any longer as the front entrance to the doctor's office opened and out walked Yunho with his arm around Mingi, who still looked lethargic.

"The doctor gave Mingi some medicine and is sending some with us for him to continue to take."

"So, he's going to be okay?" You asked with a hopeful tone.

"Yes. He's going to be just fine."

"That's wonderful news."

With good news and medicine for Mingi, the two of you helped him back to the ship and put him in bed so he could rest and let the medication work.

"Do you need anything?" You asked.

Mingi shook his head. "I do want to say thank you." He smiled, looking at the both of you.

"Yunho is the one who got the location of the doctor." You mentioned.

"Yes, but Y/n offered to help find him." Yunho added.

"You both helped." Mingi smiled. "Thank you. I was so scared I was going to d—"

"Don't even say it." Yunho stopped him. "I don't even wanna think about it anymore. The only thing that matters is that you're going to be okay."

Mingi nodded. "You're right."

"We're going to let you get some rest. I'll come back and check on you later."

"Me too." You added, earning a small smile from Yunho.

The ship departed from the docks and you were back at sea once again. You felt an immense sense of relief knowing that Mingi was going to be alright. You knew Yunho probably felt the same, especially since the atmosphere on the ship was much lighter now.

Yunho, who stood beside you stared out at the calm waters as the ship sailed forward.

"I guess I should let you go now." He spoke up suddenly.

"What? Really?"

"You helped save my best friend's life. I owe you so much more, but it's the least I can do."

You frowned, thinking about returning to your town where there wasn't much left for you.

"What's the matter? You don't look so happy."

"Well, I overheard someone in town saying another girl is running my tavern. It seems to be going well too. I don't think they need me."

"I see." Yunho hummed. "In that case, would you want to stay with us?"

You knew your answer immediately, but pretended to think about it just to tease him.

"Please?" He asked quietly.

"I thought pirates didn't say please."

"Desperate times call for desperate measures."

"Oh, so you're desperate." You teased.

"Yes."

"Desperate enough to beg me to stay?" You grinned.

"Don't push it."

The two of you fell into joint laughter.

"So, is that a yes?" He finally asked.

"Yes."

Yunho couldn't help it. He got so excited that he pulled you in for a hug, muttering a small "Thank you." into your hair.

It took a moment for you to process what was happening, but you soon relaxed into the hug, resting your head on his chest.

"So, about that night." You spoke up, parting from the hug.

"What night?"

"The night where you drunkenly confessed to me."

"What?" He chuckled. "I didn't do that."

"You sure? Because I remember you saying you loved me."

"Did I say that?" He questioned, his voice going higher.

"Yes you did."

Yunho continued to chuckle nervously, muttering excuses. Only when you gave him a kiss on the cheek did he stop.

He placed his hand on his cheek as you pulled away, his eyes staring off in the distance in shock.

"So, did you mean it when you said it?" You questioned, quietly.

"Yes. I didn't mean to say it out loud, though. I'm sure it freaked you out."

"I blamed it on the alcohol, honestly." You grinned a bit. "But I did wonder if there was some meaning behind it."

The look on Yunho's face said it all.

"You know, I was in denial of my feelings." You continued. "Sometimes you'd do or say certain things that would have my heart fluttering, but I pushed it aside. Now, I think I'm ready to face the truth."

"And what's that?" Yunho urged gently.

"That I like you."

His eyes became even wider as a faint blush blossomed on his cheeks.

"You do?"

"Yes."

Yunho took your hands in his, gazing down into your eyes as he held back a smile.

"I really want to kiss you right now."

"Then do it."

That was all he needed as he leaned in and closed the space between your lips. It was crazy how you ended up here in this position. You thought of everything that led up to this moment, and it may sound odd, but you've never been more thankful to have been taken by the pirate captain.

Your hands gently cupped his cheeks as you allowed your lips to linger on his for a few moments before parting ways. You turned around in Yunho's arms, resting your back against his chest as you gazed out at the horizon before you; the open ocean representing the start of your new life and it's endless opportunities.

Yunho held you close as his ship sailed through the blue green waters, moving towards your next destination, wherever that may be.

Hongjoong ⟡ Seonghwa ⟡ Yeosang ⟡ San ⟡ Mingi ⟡ Wooyoung ⟡ Jongho

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serickswrites · 6 months

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Krampus

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, whipping, drowning, blood, wounds, drugging

Team Leader sagged heavily in the chains that kept them standing at attention at the whipping post. Their back was raw and painful, though they were sure the bleeding had stopped hours ago. They could barely keep their eyes open. But they had to. For the team's sake.

"I'll make you a deal," Whumper had said once they finished whipping Team Leader. "I will only hurt your team, but I won't kill them if you can keep awake."

Team Leader had barely been conscious at that point, but they couldn't let their team down. They clawed their way to consciousness and fought to keep their eyes open.

But it had been hard.

Watching Teammate One get waterboarded for an hour had been difficult. Hearing Teammate One's drowning sounds had shaken Team Leader to their core. But they knew that Teammate One would live. They could keep awake for Teammate One. Teammate One wouldn't drown.

Watching Teammate Two be whipped at another post had been painful. Each crack had Team Leader jumping. Each cry of pain had them cringing. Because they knew how painful it was. How much pain Teammate Two had to be in. But they stayed awake.

Whumper stopped whipping Teammate Two and left Teammate Two unconscious and in chains at the whipping post. "Why are you still awake?"

"I won't let you kill my people," Team Leader said through gritted teeth. "I can stay awake."

Whumper stood just in front of Smallest Teammate. "You can, can you?" They grabbed Smallest Teammate by the hair. Smallest Teammate cried out, unable to grab onto Whumper to stop being dragged. "You'll stay awake so I don't drown this one? They are so pretty. It would be lovely to watch the bubbles escape their lips. Lovely to watch them go still in the water."

"I won't let you kill them," Team Leader growled.

Whumper dragged Smallest Teammate to a large tub in the center of the room. They shoved Smallest Teammate in, clipping the cuffs to a ring at the bottom of the tub. Satisfied that Smallest Teammate wouldn't escape, Whumper walked over to the table of instruments at the side of the room. "We'll just see how long you can stay awake after this, Team Leader."

Team Leader strained to see what Whumper had grabbed and was walking towards them with. "I won't pass out. I won't fail my team."

Whumper turned on the hose attached to the tub as the walked by. Team Leader could hear Smallest Teammate struggle against their cuffs to get out of the rapidly filling tub.

"We'll just see about that," Whumper sneered at Team Leader. They plunged a needle into Team Leader's arm before Team Leader could reply.

The room spun as Team Leader had a rush of blood to the head. "What....what did you give me?" Everything was hazy and they couldn't blink through the haze.

Whumper smirked. "Just a little something they use to sedate people before surgery. It should be taking effect any moment now."

Team Leader's heart raced as they could feel unconsciousness begin to suck them under. They couldn't fall asleep. They couldn't let Smallest Teammate drown. "I...I...I..." but the words died on Team Leader's tongue as it became heavy in their mouth.

"Sleep tight, Team Leader. Don't worry, I'll be sure to record Smallest Teammate's bath for you. We can review all the beautiful, final moments together when you wake."

And though Team Leader raged against the dying of the light, they couldn't keep their eyes open. They prayed that Whumper wouldn't let Smallest Teammate drown. That they wouldn't wake to a world without Smallest Teammate. Team Leader's grip on consciousness faded to the sounds of Smallest Teammate struggling to keep their head above water.

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dreamingcloudie · 1 year

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Dottore who never really got sick just magically got a fever one day and despite his stubbornness, you insisted on taking care of him 💙

❛❛A Doctor's Doctor❜❜

✎ ❛❛ I might have to get sick more often, just so you can take care of me again. ❜❜

Pairing(s): Dottore x GN!Reader

Genre/Format: Fluff (Oneshot)

Warning(s): Use of Dottore's (speculated) real name, finished this at 5am so there might be some errors

wc: ~1.2k

Notes: Thank you sm Anon for sending this to me!! It's time for this softie to get well taken care of (as he should). I hope you like it!!! 💕💕 Might change some stuff when I wake up but we'll see

Any feedback is greatly appreciated! ♡

Before meeting you, whenever Dottore got sick, he’d just ignore the signals his body was trying to warn him. Got a cold? He’d just work it away. Caught a flu? Pop some pills and continue on about his day. No one was there to drag him to bed or look after him, he had to take care of himself in his own way. When was the last time he had been taken care of? Has he even ever experienced that? What was it like being mothered? He wondered. He didn't grow up with the warmth of a mother. So the idea of being in a state where you’re so vulnerable to the point you need someone else to take care of you made him feel… frightened.

That was until you waltz right into his heart. It’s not often Dottore would get sick. It has been quite some time since the two of you were together. You were almost convinced this man was immune to any sickness… that was until he suddenly caught himself in a sneezing fit.

You have been sitting next to him for almost an hour, watching him as he worked, well, tried to. He was about to proceed with a step that he needed to be extra cautious with when–

“ah-CHOO.”

…And the sound of glass breaking on the floor followed through.

‘Twenty-five,’ you counted. “Love, that was the twenty-fifth sneeze you had let out for the past hour. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Mhm, I’m fine,” he grunted. His brow frowning as he looked at the shattered pieces on the floor. He soon regretted it when he looked right into the lights reflected off of the glass shards, making him feel even more nauseous.

Slightly cringing at how his voice came out hoarse. You reached your hand out to his face so you could make him turn to you and took his mask off. As you set your sight on him, you gasped at how red his face was. Beads of sweat were rolling down and bags were visible under his eyes. Placing your hand on his forehead, you could feel how abnormally high his temperature was.

“Oh Archons, you got a fever!”

“Dove, you could’ve just said that I’m hot–”

“No. What I meant was you’re sick.” You then stood up and attempted to drag him to your shared bed. “Get up, we’re getting you to bed.”

But to your dismay, he did not budge.

“Zandik, you’re not going to work like this,” you argued.

“I really am fine. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”

You wanted to protest, but you knew it would only make his condition worse. Having no other choices, you decided to just leave him be for now and stomped out of his lab. On your way out, you bumped into one of his segments — a younger version of himself.

“Ah! My apologies, darling. I didn’t see you there.” He gave you a sheepish smile.

“It’s alright…” You trailed off as you stared at him.

Then an idea came into mind.

“PRIME!”

Gritting his teeth. Dottore winced at the sudden loud noise that made his ears ring.

“What is it?” He was starting to lose his patience, his fever was getting him on his nerves.

“It’s (Y/n)! They were in the bedroom and–”

Dottore didn’t even let his segment finish and he rushed to your shared bedroom. Something bad must’ve happened if his clone came to him in a hurry and said your name. He came barging into the room and what he saw almost made him faint. You were laying on the bed, covered in layers and layers of bandages stained with blood. As he got closer to check on you. You shot out of your covers and wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him down onto the bed with you and sat right on top of him, restraining his movements.

“Gotcha.” You smiled at him in triumph.

He was confused, but quickly caught on. “What is the meaning of this? I won’t be taking any rest–”

“Yes you are. I may not be a doctor but I know when someone is sick. Besides, you’re on the bed now, so might as well just lay down.”

He was about to deny your request, then he looked into your eyes.

“But my work…”

“Just leave it for now. At least until you get a bit better.”

How could he say no when you were looking at him with such pleading eyes? Damn it, why must you make denying you that hard?

“Fine,” he grumbled.

Your worried expression then melts into a softened one.

“Great! Now, I’ll go brew you some tea, so don’t go anywhere, got it?”

You got off of him and took the bandages colored with red food coloring off. As you did so, you caught a glimpse of a look of grimace on Dottore’s face. Well, gotta do what you need to do to get him to bed. Better safe than sorry, right? You then went to brew him some tea and tasked the segment who followed him to the bedroom to keep him in bed, giving him a high five as he passed you. When you came back with a cup of steamy ginger tea in your hand, you were met with a comedic sight. The segment was laying right on top of Dottore, trying to keep him from getting up.

“Let me get up, you rascal! You’re supposed to follow my orders, damn it!”

“I’m sorry, Prime. But (Y/n) said you need rest–”

The segment noticed you standing by the door. He gave you pleading eyes to help calm his master down.

You gave Dottore his cup of tea, advising him to drink slowly so he wouldn’t burnt his tongue off. Then you put a cool washcloth on him to get his fever down, changing it every once in a while when it gets warm. At one point, Dottore asked if you could give him some painkillers for his headache. You went to fetch some and to your surprise, he was still in the bed when you came back, looking all snug underneath the covers. You couldn’t help but cooed at how cute he looked. His face flushed in embarrassment but luckily for him, it was disguised as he had fever.

You glared at Dottore. “What did I say about leaving the bed?” You scolded him like he was a misbehaving five-year-old, which he kind of was acting like one. When he saw you, he let out a huff and leaned back onto the mattress.

“Whatever,” he groaned. Looking right behind you, his segment was snickering to himself, but immediately left the room when he could feel Prime staring right into his soul.

A few hours have passed by, you put the thermometer in his mouth. Letting out a sigh of relief momentarily when the red line was not as high as it was before.

“Alright, good news. Your temperature is not as high now. I suppose you can continue your work.”

“...Actually, I’ll just wait until I’m fully recovered,” he said, having gotten used to your tender care.

“Oh, now you want to rest, huh?” you teased.

“It feels nice being taken care of,” he confessed. “I didn’t have anyone to take care of me when I was sick.”

You held his hand up to where your face was and kissed his palm.

“But now I do.”

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #genshin x yn #dottore #genshin impact #dottore x reader #dottore x y/n #dottore x you #dottore fluff #fatui #fatui harbinger #fatui x reader #fatui harbinger x reader

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camillecrellin · 7 months

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Hey! Can I request a Shiv fic where Waystar is trying to agree a merger with reader’s family company, and each Roy gets assigned to one of the reader’s family members (similar to the whole Pierce news thing) and ofc Shiv gets assigned to the reader and they take a liking to each other?

Acquisition — Shiv Roy

A/N: Hey sorry this took soo long. I've finally catched up with school work and stuff so hopefully I will start getting through my requests from alomst 4 months ago.... AAHHH. Anyways I hope this is alright.

Word Count: 843

Warnings: Reader is a Milden ( a random last name I made up ), swearing, set in season 2 pre-waystar Shiv, Divorced! Shiv and Tom.

The Milden family were untouchable. Gods in the tech industry. Not a soul could give them an offer that they were willing to sell, but Logan Roy thought different.

Acquiring the Milden’s life work, MillsConnect (an elitist networking site) was the new mission of Waystar. And so, the family were invited to the Milden estate.

Logan's plan of strategy to target individual members. That is why every Roy had been assigned a person. And for you, well, that person was Siobhan Roy.

Waiting outside, you grew unimpressed as it was clear that Logan had planned to be strategically late.

You didn't want this deal. It would've meant you didn't inherit the company. And if it wasn't for your father being stubborn, you would've inherited the company. And Logan Roy would've then thought twice before buying you out.

Watching the helicopters arrived, you rolled your eyes as the Roy's stepped out grandiosely, putting on a show of family affection as Logan reached for his children's hands.

Finally arriving, Logan and your father shook hands. "Hello and welcome to our estate. We hope you can settle in nicely."

From that a variety of welcomes and greeting came from the Milden's side. Your eye catching a certain red-head amongst the family who smiled politely (almost) fakely at you.

"Well, thank you for inviting us to our home."

"Oh no, no, it's no problem." Your father shook his head. Pointing to the Milden estate, he continued. "Come, we'll show you the way."

And with that, the Roy's introduced themselves to the Mildens. You, on the other hand, skipped the formalities and started walking over to the estate.

Looking to her dad, Shiv watched as her tried to ushering her on to you. And so with a sigh, she quickly ran up to walk beside you. "Shiv Roy." She said, holding her hand out to shake.

"Y/N Milden." You said, shaking Shiv's hand.

“It’s refreshing to see another woman here when it’s so…” Shiv waved her hand across the field of men with a laugh. You, wanting to be polite, laughed along with Shiv.

Stepping inside the estate, you grabbed a drink from the drink tray watching as Shiv followed you to the living room.

Sitting down on a bar seat, the youngest Roy stood behind you as you spoke. “I mean I have to ask a question."

"Go ahead."

Swirlingly your drink around, you asked. "Why does he want this? Do you even know? It’s not like it’s gonna do you any good especially with your ongoing acquisition.”

Laughing in shock, Shiv shook her head. “I beg to differ.”

“And yet you're not officially employed by Waystar.” You challenged.

"There's plans." Shiv reassured, but her voice didn’t sound all to certain and you picked up on that, further challenging her. "Are they official? Or do you just know about them?"

"Do you want me on the team?” Shiv asked, smugly. “Because my dad is the CEO, so I can just tell him you'd say yes if I was, and I'd be on there."

"You're pretty cocky for someone who was recently fired."

Gritting her teeth, Shiv corrected. "I quit."

Nodding your head, you were not so convinced. "Sure, and I right-wing news conglomerate isn't gonna kill our tech like you did to Vaulter, right?"

"That wouldn't happen." Shiv quickly said, but you weren’t so sure.

“Why?"

“Well because your users bring in a millions monthly. Plus, we’ve got all the same brand values as you: family business, entertainment with information, etcetera etcetera. Our target audiences are exactly the same. Sure, my politics may differ but I’m guessing yours do too.” Shiv explained, taking a seat next to you, your shoulders almost touching.

“So selling, it’s about the money?” You clarified.

“Well… I… Everything’s about money.” Shiv stuttered, before composing herself to further speak. “You must be willing to sell for some reason, and it’s probably money.”

“Who says I'm willing to sell?” You challenged.Scoffing, Shiv commented. “You’d be stupid not to. Take advantage of it have a nice forever holiday. It’d be affordable.”

"Holidays are already affordable." You retorted, a smug smile falling onto your face as you watched Shiv look down with a laugh on her lips, nodding her head almost in agreement with you that she messed up.

Looking up from the ground, Shiv nudged her shoulder with yours suggesting, "Sure, but you could live in Italy for the rest of your life."

"Eh, Italy's too fascist for me." You shook your head. "Maybe Sweden or Finland." You considered, copying Shiv’s actions by nudging your shoulder against hers.

Shiv smirked, pleased by your consideration as she took a sip of her drink. "See."

You rolled your eyes, sarcastically quipping, "You're cute, aren't you? Trying to fucking get your point across."

Shiv let out a shocked laughed, "What?"

"What?" You mimicked, standing up from the bar stool. You smiled down at Shiv. "I like you but…"Shiv furrowed her eyebrows, suspiciously, "But what?"

Leaning down, you whispered, "But your dad won't fuck up our company."

#succession x reader #shiv roy x reader #siobhan roy x reader #sarah snook x reader #succession hbo #hbo succession #succession #shiv roy #sarah snook

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you--do--not--yield · 2 years

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Love Between

Azriel x Reader

Word Count: 1 700

Warnings: fighting, smut, a hint of a praise kink.

Summary: Azriel bails on you again, a fight ensues, and now Azriel is left wondering how he fixes it.

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You could feel Azriel’s eyes on you from the other side of Rita’s. They were following you the same way a hawk’s eyes follow its prey right before it swoops down and picks it up. You could tell he was angry; the weight of your earlier argument was evident in the way his shadows kept tightly around him.

“I don’t think this dress was a good idea,” you say to Mor who is dancing nearby. You absentmindedly pulled at the neckline of the dress, suddenly feeling overexposed. “Honey, it was the best idea I’ve had all decade. Azriel can’t pull his eyes from you. We'll make him regret earlier” Mor laughed and grabbed your hand to twirl you.

“Azriel, you promised,” you said as you watched Azriel from bed. He was pacing around the room, pulling on different parts of his leathers.

“I know Y/N, but Rhys needs this taken care of today.” He responded with frustration. Usually, this wouldn’t be a point of contention for you two, but it had felt like weeks since Azriel joined you for an outing. It was starting to feel like he didn’t want to be around, maybe even that he didn’t want to be around you.

“It can’t be that important if Rhysand and the others aren’t cancelling,” you muttered as you threw the cover away from your body and got out of bed. You fought the instinct to go to Azriel, wrap your arms around him, and maybe beg him to come. You were tired of having to beg your mate for time together. You just wanted your mate to want to spend time with you.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he said, his tone getting soft. You knew he hated confrontation as much as you did.

“Tonight was supposed to be you making it up for the last time you cancelled on me,” you said as the anger started to grow. You began grabbing whatever clothes were near you and stuffing them into a bag. Azriel froze at the sight, panic seeping into his bones.

“What are you doing?” He asked, staying frozen and emotionless.

“It has become clear to me that you would prefer to be on a mission than be with me. I’m tired of being alone, so I’m going to stay with Mor tonight.” You didn’t give him a chance to answer, tired of the same answers he always gave, so you winnowed away without another word before Azriel had a chance to see the tears streaming down your face.

And now you were, hours and drinks later, twirling on the floor with Mor and Feyre when you felt Azriel walk in. He didn’t come to you on the dance floor, instead choosing to head straight to the table with the rest of your family. He sat in the seat you occupied earlier, facing the dancefloor and you. You had trouble reading him; you had both shut down your sides of the bond after you winnowed away. You tried to sneak glances, but his eyes were fixated on you every time you looked at him.

Eventually, Mor pulled you away, reminding you that the dress was doing exactly what you two had planned, annoy Azriel and get his attention on you. You decided that a distraction was needed so you returned to dancing with the girls. You started to lose yourself in the music and you thought your plan was finally coming to fruition when you felt two strong hands wrap around your waist. The look on Mor’s face gave away that something wasn’t right and when you turned to look at who was holding you, you were shocked to see some strange man and not Az. Before you could tell the man to remove his hand because you were taken, he was surrounded by shadows and Azriel was between you two.

“I suggest that if you want future use of your hands, you keep them away from my mate,” Azriel seethed through gritted teeth. You watched the fear grow on the stranger’s face as he took a step back when he recognized the spymaster.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know,” he responded with hands up in surrender.

“Go,” Azriel answered with finality. The man ran without a second thought.

You expected Azriel to continue ignoring you and return to the table but once the stranger was gone, he turned and set his eyes on you once again. He took a step forward; he was close enough now that you could feel his warmth through your thin dress. He must have caught the shiver that ran up your spine because his shadows quickly wrapped themselves around you.

“We’re going home,” he said, not leaving much room for argument. He put out his hand and waited patiently for you to take hold. You nodded and slipped your hand into his, closing your eyes at the feeling of winnowing in his shadows.

Azriel stepped away from you once you touched down in your bedroom, and you couldn’t help but want to reach out for him. The tension in the room was palpable and you noticed that Azriel was keeping his hands clutched to his side, knuckles white from the tension. You were about to ask him to say something when he spoke.

“Can I touch you?” he said, barely a whisper. It was so out of character, you thought maybe you misheard him.

“What?” you asked.

“Can. I. Touch. You?” He said, louder this time and you saw his self-control begin to unravel. His side of the bond suddenly flooded open, and you were hit with his feelings of guilt, sadness and of loneliness. You didn’t let Azriel ask again before you closed the distance between you two and connected your lips.

Something in Azriel snapped and his hand found the back of your thighs and hoisted you up to wrap your legs around his waist. He growled in approval as the smell of your arousal hit him. He carried you over to your bed and you almost cried when he separated your bodies as he laid you down.

The separation was short-lived as Azriel climbed on top of you, pressing his hard length against your core. You moaned at the pressure and threaded your hands through his silky hair.

“You want me to remind you that you’re mine? That I want you above everything else?” He asked, punctuating each part of his sentence with a slow thrust. There were too many layers between the two of you, so you started pulling at the straps of his leathers, desperate to feel his skin against yours.

“Please Azriel, please” you begged as he continued his ministrations. You knew what he was doing, he was going to bring you to the edge and take it away. Make you beg and beg for the sense of flying only he could give you.

Azriel began trailing kisses down your neck, leaving little love marks as he went. Though Azriel wasn’t a fan of the marks his younger years left on his skin, there was nothing that got him more feral than seeing his marks on you. The marks on his body were proof of suffering, hatred and pain. His marks on yours were proof of love, dedication and belonging.

Azriel leaned back to look at you. Your cheeks flushed, your breathing deep and heavy and your eyes looking at him the same way he was looking at your earlier tonight.

“Something you want?” he joked as he started to pull away his leathers. You didn’t use your words to answer, instead choosing to start working on the straps of his pants. Once he was rid of his many layers, he started to peel the dress from your body, kissing every new part that was revealed to him.

“Please Az, no teasing tonight,” you pleaded “I need you.”

Azriel nodded, understanding coming across the bond. He needed you too.

Azriel made quick work of removing the rest of both of your clothing and soon you were relishing in the feeling of his naked body against yours. When he slipped into you, it felt like a mixture of seeing stars and coming home. Azriel tucked his wings tightly around the two of you as he continued his pace, creating a small cocoon for the two of you.

“More, please, more,” you asked as you wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to pull Azriel as close to you as possible. Azriel responded by shifting so that he began hitting that spot inside you that only he could reach.

“Good girl” Azriel praised as he watched you start to fall apart under his touch. He began to speed up, feeling you get closer and closer to the edge. You couldn’t get enough, letting your hands trail over Azriel’s body. You traced your fingers along the sensitive spots on Azriel’s wings and he kept his pace. You felt the orgasm barrel through you without warning and Azriel wasn’t too far behind. He buried his head in the crook of your next as he caught his breath, his whole body pressing against yours. This was it, this was home.

After a couple of minutes, Azriel peeled himself away from you, shifting so that he was on his side, and you were tucked into him. You both sat there, enjoying the feeling of being together.

You felt the rumble of Azriel’s chest against your back as he said quietly; “please don’t ever walk out like that again. I couldn’t stand it. Get mad and fight with me but please don’t ever walk out. This is your home and you belong here, with me. I promise I’ll talk to Rhys; I’ll be here more. Whatever it takes, but I can’t lose you.”

You turned so that you were facing him and placed your hand on his cheek. You leaned your forehead against his and let your side of the bond flow across. Azriel closed his eyes and whimpered at the feeling of love that came across. He nodded in understanding. There would be fights between you, it was inevitable. But more powerful than any fight would be the love between you.

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