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a years interlude | kth

kth x reader (f)

genre: 19th century; one-shot

rating: mature audiences only (18+)

summary: a story of pain, healing, love, and the yearning of the heart.

warnings: slight mention of blood; non-descriptive (brief) mention of dead fetus (lost baby at birth); memory loss; slight fluff; penetrative sex; cunnilingus; clitorial stimulation; nipple play; hand job; taehyung looking like a 19th century prince in his photofolio; if non-19th century things are mentioned i am so sorry, i tried to do as much research as possible but so many personal things went down while I was writing this that research was slim.

word count: 10,9 thousand words

posted: friday january 6, 2023

The Levate was your home. It had been assigned as your unruly fate far before you were even a fetus in your mother’s womb.

It was your destiny.

The tale commenced about two-hundred years prior, with your great grandmother. She was a mere lass—young, beautiful and most importantly educated girl. It was a rarity for its time. Initially, the men in her family, your family, were destined healers but your great grandmother’s father's bloodline was referred to as fragile and it was ‘cursed’ with just daughters.

One after another after another.

A couple of years passed before the men of the village realized that their people would only benefit in allowing the women of your family to become a part of the legacy and aid those in need. . Especially, the wives of the select few who were in need of assistance during childbirth, word had it women were growing uncomfortable in being presented with male assistance while they carried their babies for nearly nine months and then having inexperienced servants assisting during deliveries— numerous women left to neighboring villages which implemented the requirement of having qualified female only aids during their pregnancies and in their labor confinements.

After a rather hefty consensus the people of the town spoke and your family was granted their titles as former healers and reputable midwives.

Upon shadowing her nearly retired father and the accoucheuse from neighboring villages, your great grandmother learned the complexity of your modern medicament rapidly. She was very astute, stretching as far as the barriers of your society allowed her to reach. Truth was despite everything she was still a woman and was only allowed a speck of liberty—and one single mistake sent her down a bridle pathway of damnation for an eternity and her grave would be dug up by the Kim family.

The Kim’s were the most powerful family in the village, simulating the most vicious predators at the peak of the food chain. They were pythons while the rest of you were rodents. Their formidable force stemmed from their affluence leading them to soar like eagles in the expansive sky, high beyond the passing clouds—they were as close to royals as Hawkshead could attain.

Your great grandmother had been called on by Viscountess Kim to service in the delivery of what would be their fifth child. They were hoping for a male to supply as an eventual successor after being consecutively burdened by a string of daughters. The task was seemingly simple as she already had a hefty resume in delivering babies day in and day out but this particular delivery was. . arduous. The pressure was immense, she knew there was little room for error, and despite the dozen pound weight dragging from her shoulder, she graced her mind with confidence; the assurance of her skills and began her duty as a midwife.

Things began as usual, the dimly lit birth chamber was crowded by servants as they serviced Viscountess Kim any and all of her absurd requests ranging from kneading her feet beyond comfort to fetching her intricate suppers that could only be found a whole town away. The room was aromatized with the soft scents of chamomile, her remedy for easing the nerves. That was all she could provide but of course, medicine then, wasn’t what it is now.

Her duty was to sit and wait. And then sit and wait some more—until baby Kim has decided it was finally time to meet the world.

From her place at the delivery stool her eyes roamed across the unblemished midnight sky. There were innumerable stars prancing around the black vastness accompanying the moon as they danced a soft tango together. Nights were serene; peaceful and she always found herself enthralled in it. The twinkling seams of the stars were dazzling yet there was no way she could look away. Initially, there was a brief silence amongst the emergent storm sweeping across the dormitory, she recalled screaming; frantic screams. In the beginning they were muffled, so far away, for a brief second she had thought Lord Kim was chopping off someone's head down the corridor—except, it wasn’t.

Lady Kim was beginning to hyperventilate, she broke out in sweats, and the lady maids were flailing their arms in the air calling your attention, their attempt at getting her to snap out of her trance.

“We need help,” she’d heard from one of the many nameless figures accompanying the Viscountess.

“Just give me some space,” she abandoned her spot near the window now sitting at the foot of the bed, “fetch me more linens.”

She was heaving, trembling, gasping for air and her screams could likely be heard by the Levate. Her forehead glistened, “I need him out of me,” her breathing was heavy, “I need him out.”

There was a cold bead of sweat rolling down her back but she remained in her position waiting for baby Kim, (hopefully, a boy), to greet you with bright chocolate eyes and raucous cries. You instructed her to push, and she complied. Again, you communicated the same and she did as told. She pushed harder and harder, until the fetal head crowned.

She almost sighed with relief.

Almost.

But the room was eerily still.

Baby Kim, the baby boy, was now in her hands but he was not weeping—his eyes were closed, and his skin was a shade of periwinkle.

He was not breathing.

“How is my baby?” Lady Kim asked.

But she stood, completely still, the tiny body of what was supposed to be a healthy scion laid in her arms, unmoving.

“How is he?” She asked once again.

Your great grandmother’s skin glimmered in the dim candle light as the sweat trickled down her forehead. She quickly walked the boy to the baby bassinet and laid him down.

“Is he OK?” her pleas to know rumbled in the inner walls of your ears, and all you could do was rummage through your brain for an answer on what to do—this had never happened before. She’d always delivered healthy babies, always.

How could this happen? She had not pulled too hard, the mother seemed in good health. . What evil lurked in the shadows to drag this baby away from its mother before she even has the chance to hold him in her arms?

Lady Kim sat up on her elbows—her eyes were mimicking the sparkle of shining glass, she was shaking with anxiousness; fear.

“The baby-”she stammered, “h-he’s”

Words failed her. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth and no matter how she tried to structure the news, sentences did not come easy to her.

“He’s what?” the Viscountess yelled, her voice vibrating through the walls like a high pitched sound wave, “how is my baby boy?”

“Baby Kim has passed on, Lady Kim. My sincerest apologies,” She bowed as her voice cracked delivering the unfortunate news.

The viscountess’ wails were inconsolable, they were haunting and your great grandmother couldn’t help but hang her head in shame. Everything her father taught her was flushed down the drain, her career as a healer was compromised and her life was not guaranteed at the sake of her failure.

All her certainties hung by a single thread and her freedom disintegrated when a lock and chain adorned her wrists and soon as Viscount Kim heard of the unfortunate events surrounding the birth and death of his only son. He—they blamed her for the entire thing, despite her best interest always being the delivery of a healthy boy. They did not listen to her, instead they ostracized her and held a trial to supply her culpability. Her charges included, ‘conspiring against the noble Kim.’

You closed her journal up and slouched on your rickety rocking chair, swinging back and forth lightly.

That was all written by her.

She wrote it as an autobiography for the following generations to understand—it was a reminder of the story you didn’t need to read because you knew it by heart; you lived it; you simulated her pain.

After the verdict was delivered by the counsel, composed of those hand selected by the Kim family, for the proceedings of an unjust trial. They were ready to send your great grandmother to be executed. Hastily, they came to the realization that our family were the only healers in Hawkshead and the nearest family of honorable medicinal knowledge settled days away from our village, so instead of ending her life. . They decided to sentence her and the women to follow to be banished, and sent her on exile to the Levate.

So they walked her to the outskirts nearing the barrier of the viridescent enchanted forrest—she was to reside there and if her knowledge was ever requested they would seek out for her, but that was not her only duty, she was to assist all men injured in the Levate and guide them out the barrier in the direction of the village.

It was the punishment of imprisonment without the shackles, but at least in a cell you had cell mates, guards, people around you—there was nothing but emerald pasture and brobdingnagian trees for miles into the dense forest.

Her husband and son stayed behind in Hawkshead and they continued the legacy of male healers while the women in our family were condemned by her mistake. We were sent to fend for ourselves in the estranged surroundings of the Levate as soon as it was decided by the Kim counsel. A lot of them wed and snuck their husbands in and out of the forest but it wasn't in your intention to subject a man through the complications of the barrier but specially you did not plan to contribute a child into the damnation of this curse. Your predestined beginning and end was as it was, your inevitable demise. There was nothing you could do about it but your principles—your conscience wouldn’t allow you to drag someone else to be a subject of this morbid ordeal and while residing in the Levate was out of your reach; celibacy was the only aspect of your life you had control over.

It’s been a continuity of the same thing, day after day, the same sky up above, the same redundant emerald leaves on the same golden tree branches.

Everything was the same.

It was revolting and it sent you on a spiral of drumming headaches, the same four walls in this same cabin, and the same scenery outdoors.

Five years down, an eternity to go.

An eternity. Seems like ages away but our perception of forever is but mere speck in our reality because to the people out there—living, laughing, loving, life is dazed and comes and goes in the blink of an eye but within the barriers, behind the unchanged days and the repetitious routine your eternity has exceeded the five years you’d been in here and it seemed roads away from where you stood in that moment.

Though you were promised occasional outings of aid, not a single person back in the village has requested your healing abilities for months now and no one ever stumbles past the barriers unless absolutely necessary. You were completely alone, left to rot in abandonment—the Kim counsel knew that but you were certain the infliction of isolation was their specialty for torture.

Nightfall approached quicker than expected that day but you supposed it was the repercussions of being cocooned behind your probing thoughts for a clock’s worth. After dining and changing into your nightgown, you found yourself laying down on the creaky bedstead, you kept your window open becoming astounded by the luminosity of the night sky. The pale crescent moon shone like a bright pearl, and the blanket of winking stars stretched to infinity. Their soft glint mimicked the flickering candle light of your neighbors back at the village, and for a single moment. . you weren’t forgotten, they were just a door away keeping you company until you were finally able to drift off into a deep slumber.

“There’s word in town about the death of the Lord Kim,” There were two girls walking by the southeastern border of the Levate, close to where you currently kneeled picking berries.

Although you could not see their faces, the youth and naivety in their tone was indication enough that they were young, far too young to acknowledge the gravity of their claims.

Being in seclusion was a dead man’s curse because despite the exigency of claims floating around the forest’ border you could never truly confirm its legitimacy.

One of the girls hushed the other, and they began their soft whispers but you could still hear. They were to keep away from the barrier, you should’ve probably warned them but their gossip was far more interesting.

“How could you even know of this?” one of the girls questioned, you didn’t dare peek out from your place behind the bushes to see who they were. . just listened, “what business have you in the Kim estate?”

“For starters, they called on that knowledgeable nurse from Lockwick and the lady maids have been spreading word around town.”

“I suppose you’re right but how could we be certain? They all hide so discreetly behind those golden gates.”

“Process of elimination obviously,” —you’d admit this is the most intel you have eavesdropped on in the last one thousand eight hundred and twenty five days. They continued, “The Kim daughters are all married off, their son is off on a voyage and Lady Kim was seen in town just two days ago. Who is the only person we have failed to see for weeks?”

“I suppose you’re right,” she continued in a whispering voice, “that still is no proof of his passing. I think we should wait and keep this to ourselves if we don’t want to end up like that girl who was banished there.” They were probably pointing into the Levate and were certainly referring to you.

Is that all you were in the village? A fable? A tactic to scare kids into respecting their elders? Did anyone even know what happened?

You sat on the soil which likely stained your blush pink skirt—you couldn’t bring yourself to care however.

‘like that girl’

‘that girl’

The words bounced in your head, their kinetic force dented the delicate walls of your brain. You just played their predicament over and over in a continuous loop. You were alive, breathing but you were as good as dead.

Noone remembered you or your name or what you stood for. Noone knew who you were anymore. You felt like an ant on a planet of giants—so insignificant and useless.

Your only consultation lay beside Lord Kim, in his deathbed if he was even dead. Your hope is rooted, that with his passing, the abolishment of the previous ancient laws and regulations would be mandated. This could be the opportunity to get out of here for good, to leave Hawkshead and live for yourself. You had never wished for the cessation of anyone before but you sure hoped there was a stone with his name engraved on it somewhere, especially after the hand he’s dealt in the suffrage of the women in your family, especially after he held onto the grudge of his ancestors as if they were his own.

Your brain was still frazzled by the rumors of the young girls, still, you attempted to map out who the following Viscount would be to serve as a successor. You doubt any of their daughters would come back, they are all married into wealth far richer than the Kim’s could even dream of. There was their eldest son who was off on a voyage and no one had seen sight of him for the last 11 years. No one knew exactly who he was anymore or what he looked like for that matter.

If speculation was right and Lord Kim has passed—their mysterious son should be coming into town. Perhaps, you could try and arrange a meeting with him, and argue your case.

You could be free.

At last there was hope. The possibility of a future you actually had the chance of living.

You skipped the rest of the way to the cabin. Your feet felt lighter against the verdure path—a buoyant spark coursed through your blood stream, the current sent you floating in mid-air. Intoxicated off ecstasy at the mere grasp of the potential freedom you so desperately craved.

You stood near the barrier.

You were still in the Levate but there was a shift in the surroundings you were so accustomed to. Your initial thought was to run once and for all but your thoughts kept you grounded right where you stood.

Of course, you’ve thought about escaping but if the journals had taught you anything it was that running away would only lead to your demise.

All of your ancestors who disappeared. . turned up in a wooden box days after. You supposed freedom in the afterlife was much better than no freedom at all but you craved living and besides you couldn’t give the Kim’s the satisfaction of seeing you crumble.

You couldn’t.

You breathed slowly as the figure on the other side stood facing you. Its face was blurred and the usual lines outlining one's eyes, nose and lips were consumed by irrefutable darkness.

“Who are you?” You yelled out. . No response, “what are you doing so near the barrier?”

It held its hand out—palm stretched out reaching for you; calling out for you.

“I cannot leave unless called for medical assistance purposes,” you stepped closer to the barrier. . definitely digging into treacherous territories, “this is my home.” The words tasted so sour on your tongue, because although you were forced into the Levate it certainly wasn’t a home.

It remained in the same position, you knew you should’ve been petrified but his demeanor was inviting, it called out to you. His vocal vibrations perforated right through the barrier and enchanted the soles of your feet leading you to inch closer and closer to it.

“I can’t. .” you mouthed.

You looked back into the thicket there was nothing left for you here.

One step closer.

The bottomless feeling of loneliness vanished and was replaced with optimism. You shouldn’t wait to go far away.

“I shouldn’t. .” you mumbled.

“Come to me,” you heard, the voice was monotone, displaying no real sense of emotion, “we must make haste.”

“No. . no. .” Your objections convinced no one at all, not even yourself—but your eyes were closed and you shook your head vigorously, “No. .” you chanted over and over.

The voice which was once louder than yours, sounded farther and farther away, its words became muffled and disintegrating in your head. Suddenly, there was a shift and his pleas to have you disobey the rules set upon your life became cries for help.

“Help,” it repeated once over.

“Shut up.” You screamed, finally opening your eyes, there was nothing but darkness. . and you were laying in bed.

You were just dreaming.

You sighed, relieved to learn that you were not on the brink of insanity. . a little deprived of formal human interaction but you weren’t entirely a lost cause yet. Perhaps, the whole thing was rooted from the lone thread which remained intact, the same one which was to eventually lead you right out of the Levate, if the Kim son was as merciful as he was rumored to be in the village back when you were younger.

You sat up on your bed, a cold bead of sweat traveled along your temples and once again you found yourself in solace within the night sky. It was peaceful, as usual, but you couldn’t help but wonder how far the sky stretched. Was there such a place on earth where the heavens met its end? A place where you could climb up the stars as you would a ladder and swim amongst them forever.

There was a whimper, initially, it was faint and you thought it came from a traveler on the pathway near the barrier. But the whines became louder and louder and they were followed with soft cries for help. Unfamiliar, to the one in your dream this voice sputtered much more emotion, whoever it belonged to, surely they were hurt.

You slid on your slippers and made kitten strides towards the front door of the cabin.

“Is there anyone here?”

You grabbed onto the door handle, before stopping for just a second to take a deep breath. After grabbing the lit up lantern from the nearby countertop you made your way out of the house.

“Where are you?” you called out once stepping off the last wooden staircase.

Realistically speaking, you were aware you should’ve armed yourself with a kitchen knife for protection—but you were steered by adrenaline almost; shaken with the possibility of your first patient in five years. Guzzled, with the idea of the presence of another human being on the premises.

“I’m on the left side of your lovely home.”

“Lovely. .” You scoffed, more like hell.

When you finally reached him, he was crushing your rose bush as he remained sprawled out on the ground.

“Are you in need of some assistance, sir?” You asked in the utmost innocent voice.

“Uh,” He groaned, “Yes. . yes please.”

“How did you end up past the barrier?”

“I came. .” he scratched the back of his head, his voice you noticed was grave, much lower than you could remember any man sounding like back in Hawkshead. It was soothing, and felt just as it does when the sun hits your skin on a hot summer day, “I can’t actually remember..”

“The barriers have that effect on people, especially those who were not cursed to be in here.”

“Cursed?” he asked.

“Yes, I’ll explain soon. How about I help you up and we can chat inside. I’m getting a bit cold out here.” You stretched for him to grab, he did, and you quickly led him to the safety of your home. You sat him on one of the dining room chairs and pulled the second one for you right beside him.

“Welcome to the Levate,” you placed the lantern on the table. The swaying of the candle’s flame reflected on his perfect fucking face.

Actually, was there anything more passionate than the word perfect? because if there was, it would still not be enough to describe the beauty of the man you’d just housed.

“The Levate.” He repeated, his expresso eyes glimmered under the flickering flame, they sparkled like the hundreds of bright friends you had found in the dead of night every dawn.

“Yes,” after washing your hands and gathering a bottle of whiskey, cloth bandages, tweezers, and a cold compress for his head you took a seat beside him

“Is this forest part of the village up ahead?”

“You remember Hawkshead?”

“Is that the village?”

You hummed.

“Vaguely.”

You placed the cotton cloth with ice against the bump on this forehead, “Is it ok if we remove this sleeve of your shirt?” You pointed at the bloodstained sleeve with the scattered holes which were likely a result of the thorns dug into his arm from your roses. He nodded, “does it hurt?”

He shook his head, “not really.”

“Can you remember your name?” You asked, slowly removing the shirt as to avoid more injury.

“Tae,” he winced. “All I remember is being called Tae.”

“Ok, Tae. .” you began, “This is going to pinch just a bit but you let me know if you want me to stop.”

Tae nodded. His arm had seven thorns adorning his honey-toned skin. “Do you remember anything about your family?”

“Not really,” You pulled out the first thorn and he winced, just six more to go, “I remember I have a mother and like 5 sisters but their names are blank. Is this normal here. . In the Levate?”

“Yes,” you pulled out two more, “It is. To on goers the Levate is a pause in time. This is the forest of abandonment—while in here your mind is on pause and all your memories are tampered by the forces casted upon the ambience.”

“So when I leave—”

“I have never had the liberty to leave but I believe I’ll be but a faint memory.”

“Are you stuck here?” You pulled out the remaining with little to no reaction from him.

You nodded. A faint smile was pressed upon your lips.

“I suppose I am.” After grabbing the whiskey and pouring some into a cloth you began dabing his wounds to prevent infection. His gaze was on you like a spell and while you tried to remain focused you couldn’t help the stutter in your movements as you began wrapping his arm up.

“What does that mean?”

“My great great grandmother made a very wealthy family in the village angry and ever since then the healing female descendents have been casted to an eternity of damnation here in the Levate. This is our home for the rest of our lives.” You looked right into his gleaming orbs in an attempt to hide the melancholiness in yours, his were soft; soulful; and you could easily map out the entire galaxy in them.

“Have you ever tried to just up and leave?”

“Others have tried but it didn't quite work out.”

“These people really hold onto grudges don’t they,” he shook his head.

“I guess it’s human nature.”

“What’s yours?” You stood to discard the supplies you had used to assist him. The ill-lit cabin was the worst reminder of what your human nature was; the Levate was too; your lineage; you were.

“To be alone.”

“And you believe that?”

“Doesn’t really matter what I believe because it is as it is. There’s nothing to change now and the only person who can is on voyages nowhere to be found.” Saying it out loud was unsparing—every time those hopeless words met your tympanum it added to the deeply rooted sentiment of wanting out, of searching for a better tomorrow.

“Who can?”

“Their son.”

“And he’s gone?”

You shrugged, “not dead just away from Hawkshead.”

He slouched back on the chair, lips spread widely in a yawn, his toned chest was exposed under the two torn buttons on his white top—he looked exhausted.

“Well this is the only home in the Levate but you are more than welcome to stay over as long as you like.” You offered.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, my tiny prison is your tiny prison.” You smiled.

“I love the decorative statements you’ve made here,” he unhurriedly scanned the cabin’s walls, taking it all in inch by inch, “especially this unique wall paper.”

“It’s sun dried flowers. . they were all dead.”

“Well they certainly bring life to the place.”

“Thanks.”

His smile was wide, so luminous it lit up the pathway back to the village even from here. “And where shall I divulge in my slumber? I require a lot of commodities, you know.”

“Of course, will a sleeping bag or a duvet do?”

“Duvet sounds lovely.”

“I’ll fetch that for you.”

Mornings were always your favorite time of the day. You awoke, read a few pages from your ancestors journals or medical books, prepared a pot of tea and fetched the daily nutritional offerings left for you by those in the village. It was a routine, one you have grown accustomed to, and embraced dearly because it reminded you that despite being shunned away you were still here. Alive. Breathing.

You rubbed sleep off your eyes and sat up on the bed.

“Good morning,” the voice was invasive and although you knew Tae was here, you just weren’t used to having anyone around.

“Good morning to you.” you reciprocated, “you seem to be doing well this morning.”

“It was but a couple of scratches.” His back was still turned to you as he scrambled around on top of the stove, “I’m much better. I really hope you weren’t expecting me off this early.”

“Honestly, I thought you would’ve ran out of here as soon as the sun emerged.”

“Why is that?”

“A lot of men flee from the burden of not knowing. Actually, no. . Nobody has ever stumbled amongst my gardens before. I assume they would all run for the hills.”

“Assumptions are not facts.” Tae handed you a piece of bread and a small cup of coffee, “I hope you do not mind me staying just for a bit though.”

“That is fine with me.” You deliver softly. The only burden weighing on your shoulders was getting used to being around Tae and then having to watch him cross that barrier to his regular life back in the village without the faintest memory of you.

“Are you alright?” He asked, taking a seat next to you on the bed.

You nodded, “I’m alright.”

“So. .” he rubbed his hands on his slacks, “What’s on the itinerary for the day?”

“Not much actually,” you laughed as you were reeled back into your pathetic life, “there are very few things to do in here.”

Tae smiled so tenderly it felt as if you were floating on water—as if you were being swayed aimlessly on a body of water. Allowing the curvatures of his mouth to direct you as they pleased. It felt so refreshing having someone smile at you that way. You couldn’t quite get enough of it.

“Anything in particular you need to get done?”

“I need to go wash my clothes in the river.”

“I’ll come along.”

Upon making it to the river you landed at the usual spot on the river bank where a couple of boulders sat. You placed your basket on the ground and reached for the first item before smearing soap on it to slap, twist and rub the clothes against the rock.

You repeated the same for everything you brought over which was not necessarily a whole lot but you felt the need to distract yourself from being so indulged in Tae’s presence.

“So what are you going to do to arrange a meeting with this wealthy person to get you out of here?” He laid on the grass, his head touched your calf slightly and you swore you could feel the small sparks beginning to ignite as his dark hair tickled your skin.

“First, I have to see if he’s back in town.”

“And how would we know?”

You shrugged, “They’re pretty well known so I’m hoping word gets around and somehow makes it back to me.”

“That’s an absurd plan.” His protests were right but you really had no way of arranging for things to be executed in a better way.

“Well, Tae, that is the best I could come up with. There’s no other way.”

“Are you even being watched here?” He asked.

“I walked the perimeter of the Levate previously but I didn’t see anyone guarding it but all my previous ancestors who have attempted an escape have been killed shortly after leaving.” You twisted the cloth a bit harder against the hard surface.

“So they’re not caught leaving but instead on the road out of the village. I’m guessing they’ve been unlucky enough to encounter people who honor that wicked family.” Tae continued, “how many have tried to escape?”

“Two.”

“One’s a coincidence but I believe in a situation like this two might be intentional. I’m not sure I remember but there might be guards watching movement in and out of the village”

“Seems like it. . but I do not plan an escape. I wanna leave out of here honorably and to break this stupid curse once and for all. It needs to end with me.” You rubbed harsher and harsher.

“I promise I will remember you. I’ll help you get out of here,” he sat up and guided your chin towards him—your eyes met his once again. They were dark this time, almost black and you could tell he actually meant the words he said and even though you did not quite believe he had a say in remembering anything upon crossing the barrier you smiled either way. He believed in you and your hopes of getting out and that’s all that mattered.

“I’ll hold you to that.” You laughed playfully.

“You won’t have to wait long.” He held your hand and his thumb rubbed circles on your wrist, “I promise.”

Promise. The density of the word was far too great and while you wanted to believe Tae’s dulcet words, you knew that even if unintentionally he would forget about your existence the moment he left.

His heart was in the right place but you could not get your hopes up on empty promises.

You just had to find the Kim son.

“It’s really no trouble. I don’t want you knocking door to door back at the village asking about the girl living in the woods.”

“I’ll do it if I have to. You are not your ancestors’ mistakes. You deserve a chance at a life to live.” His touch was still soothing against you, it mimicked the softness of silk and you could maintain your fingers intertwined for an eternity. Funny enough in this situation an eternity did not seem long enough to have Tae holding you as he was.

“I’ll be here.” There was a flutter in your heart—something you’ve never felt before, “I would ask about you but your memory is impaired at the moment.”

“Yeah,” He scoffed, “I’m hoping I’m an only child and hopefully a succeeding prince.”

“A prince would never set foot in Hawkshead.”

“Perhaps I was in search of my princess.”

“In Hawkshead?” you shook your head, “again. . unrealistic.”

“Not entirely.” He laid back on the grass and closed his eyes, “It is no secret how desperate princes tend to be.”

“So now you are desperate?”

“Perhaps,” he shrugged.

“Perhaps—” you reiterated, “and what exactly is his desperateness dependent on?”

“The lady I would be searching for I guess.”

“I’m sure there are countless potential maidens to choose from back in Hawkshead.”

“Hawkshead?” He chuckled amusingly.

“Well, yes, that was your intentional destination. Was it not?” A breeze swept swiftly easing the haze raging in your head as a result of Tae’s words and the scorching mid-summer sun.

“Intentional?” he shrugged, “Sure. But I believe I ended up right where I needed to be.”

“You believe so?” You hummed.

“I know so.” Tae was confident and the certitude behind his words sent a shiver down your spinal cord—just twenty four hours with him and your heart began to pounce at your chest whenever his voice graced your ears. Your movements slowed and you felt breathless as if his being alone sucked the air right out of your lungs.

“The implications of this place are less than ideal don’t you think?” you resonated.

“You have lived it darling. Is the Levate substandard?”

“It is like a prison chamber,” you scrubbed the top in your hands so hard it felt like you were grating your palm on the boulder.

“Do you not believe yourself to be free?”

“I live the same days over and over again, Tae. There is no freedom within these borders.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

His being was alluring like one of those paintings your father kept in his study back home. The soft strokes of the emerald grass complimented the honey tone Tae seemed to have adopted for the duration of summer. Elegance augmented his features from his dark locks, to the soft smile curved at his face, to his attire.

He belonged in an art gallery.

He cleared his throat, “can I ask something?”

“Sure.”

“Is your love already promised to someone else once you leave this place?”

“No.” One word responses were not usually your forte but Taehyung’s question was rather surprising, although coming from the peak of his curiosity you expected nothing less, “why is that inquiry living in your head?”

“I wanted to decipher whether I would ever have a chance with you.”

“Perhaps, if it is written in the stars, we could meet back in Hawkshead and during courtship we could attend the balls in each other’ arms.”

“The balls are pretentious and congested with chaotic gestures of desperate daughters. . I want no distraction in my attempt to romance you,” he was a sweet talker, you had noticed, swatting the butterflies in your stomach was useless — you could already feel yourself colliding against him.

“In society we would not be granted the privacy you require. .” you shook your head, “do you want a forced marriage at the cost of your hands accidentally touching mine?”

“Not forced. . My willingness is voluntary.”

“You live inside the fantasy brick walls of your creative mind..”

“Are you saying you would mind?”

“I wouldn’t.”

“Good. Now push over,” He kneeled beside you making your elbows grace each other ever so slightly. You weren’t sure if he did it on purpose or if he even felt what you did but your feet levitated into the stratosphere. His touch even unintentionally swept you right off your feet, “allow me to give you a hand.”

It’s been three days since Tae stumbled upon your rose bushes and sadly it was his last night here in the Levate. He was to cross the barrier early morning and embark on his quest to help you out of here. . if he even remembered.

You really hoped he did but there was no certainty and that very detail would gnaw at your anxiousness until you were given the chance to be face to face with him once again.

“What are you so deep in your head about?” Tae asked from his position on the floor.

“Many things.”

“What? Will you miss me?” He joked.

Yes. You wanted to shout out but you didn’t.

“Not one bit.”

“I don’t believe you,” you were sure there was probably a smug expression plastered on his face but you were too busy glancing out the window to verify, “your days were graced by my charm.”

“So narcissistic,” you heard him gasp, “perhaps you are a descendent of royals after all.”

“It is in my bloodstream.”

An ear-splitting silence fell between the two of you. You realized even just his company sufficed to provide you with warmth and comfort you needed.

“Have you ever tried to count how many stars look over us every night?” The vibrato of his whispered; grave utters bounced right off of the oak walls.

“That would be impossible.” The luminous points invaded the night sky as they did every other night. They were your faithful companions.

“Not at all,” slumber was catching up to him. You could hear it in the stammering, “every night as we lay under the same sky, let’s both count the stars until we finally get to reunite once more.”

“How would we know we are watching them at the same exact time?”

“Just trust your heart.”

“I know it’s selfish. .” you began, “but I wish you could stay for a bit longer.”

Tae did not respond, not vocally anyway. Instead, he turned in the direction of your bed from his place on the floor. His expression was tender, his cheeks were impaled by dimbles.

You would miss his company, and his eyes, and his smile, and the unspoken intimacy you felt dancing between the two of you. You wondered if he felt it as intensely as you did even in such a short time? You wouldn’t dare ask—but your heart was convinced he did, while your head remained on his departure the following morning. No matter how many times he promised, you were aware you would be a granule of sugar in a short three days of his abundant existence, one he would not be able to remember the moment he walked out on the other side.

You wanted to kiss him so badly. His lips were so inviting. . It would be your perfect departure from him.

But there was no use if he would not be able to recall any of it once he crossed over.

“I would stay with you forever,” he murmured.

You opened your eyes abruptly—but he was already fast asleep. Surely, you’d imagined it.

Surely.

“Lord Kim,” a voice sounded through the other side of the door, “are you decent?”

He hummed back groggily and almost immediately his doubled doors were pushed open. The Butler of the Kim estate, Hoseok, invaded his dormitory.

“I told you since I have come back, Hoseok,” he yawned, “you are more than welcome to refer to me as Taehyung.”

“Of course Sir,” he stumbled, “I mean, Taehyung.”

Taehyung sat up on the canopy bed surrounded by fine silk sheets. Ever since he was able to make it home after being missing, life in the Kim estate seemed like so much for just one person. It all did. This bed, his room, his new title as Viscount Kim ever since his father passed away twelve months prior.

Before making it to Hawkshead, Taehyung had gone missing for a period of three entire days, and although his mother had kept this information from him at the time, he managed to obtain the location from where he was found by staff in the manor after his mother passed just nine months ago.

They told him he had been laying down near the northern border of the Levate forest geared towards the entrance of the village.

Back then, he was coming back home to assist his mother with the funerary ceremony for his father—but after losing her as well just a few months after he was shackled to this place as he was officially the new and esteemed, Viscount Kim Taehyung III.

“I just wanted to announce that dinner would be served in about ten minutes, sir.” He did not make it a habit to correct Hoseok on the usage of anything but his name once again. For, he knew his father and ancestors before were rather stern with how they managed life around the home.

He knew his changes would take some getting used to.

“Would you like me to close the drapes, Sir?”

“No, Hoseok, they’re fine. I like to look at the night sky before falling fast asleep.”

“Very well, I’ll see downstairs in ten.” Hoseok walked towards the door and reached for the golden handle before opening it.

“Hoseok,” Taehyung called out, “the files that I requested a few days ago. Have they been fetched yet?”

“Yes sir, they’re bringing up the last of the few boxes and everything should be in the study right after dinner.”

“Thank you so much, Hoseok.”

Hoseok disappeared behind the mahogany door and Taehyung was left alone once again.

Just him and his thoughts.

And somehow they always brought him right back to those three days he couldn’t even precisely remember. The Levate was always known to be desolate; scary and unexplored. Those were the stories his parents always recounted as a warning for him to stay away but he could not help the feeling that there had been someone out there who took care of him.

But who could willingly reside in that creepy forest on the outskirts of the village?

Tae walked over to his bedroom window taking in the sights of the stars swimming amongst the late night sky. In the couple of minutes he stood by he counted hundreds of them. There was a sense of serenity in being able to witness their brightness, there was a bubbling urgency in him in wanting to assign a number to all of them, although it seemed impossible.

He would one day, though, and that was a promise he made to himself.

After scarcely getting through dinner as he did not have too much of an appetite, Taehyung invited Hoseok over to the study in an attempt to get through all of the documents he needed to before dawn.

Under the flickering flames of the candles around the room, Hoseok took the couch with one box while he sat in the leather chair behind your father’s desk with two more. The first few documents detailed finances, work affairs and where your father usually geared towards for business encounters. On the bottom of the first box there was a folder with a black stamp sealed in the top right corner, spelling the word, confidential in all capitals.

He quickly pulled out the folder and scattered the documents out in-front of him. It was a family tree with all of the female descendants circled in red ink for the last two-hundred years. There were two years listed under every single name, one for which they were banished and one for the date indicating they had passed away.

The most recent one showed the latest descent had been banished around six years prior.

Taehyung, flipped through a couple more pages in the document before landing on the agreement between the council, the Kim family and the first ancestor to have been banished.

Apparently, she had attempted to assist in the birth of a Kim ancestor hundreds of years ago who passed during the delivery and instead of public execution, they had sentenced her to banishment in the Levate. Although not stated in the original document they made a new regulation after her passing to imprison all the female descendants on her side of the family as a repercussion to avoid the death of any more babies in the village by the carelessness of their hands.

“This is absurd,” he hissed through gritted teeth, “come here, Hoseok. Did you know about this?”

Hoseok hovered over your shoulder as he began scanning the document, nodding slowly as if he wanted to lie instead but opting against it in the end.

“I found out when it was time for your father to banish the recent descendant six years ago,” he leaned on the dark walls of the room, “but your father wasn’t as understanding as you are. He threatened me and my family in exchange for my secrecy.”

“But he’s been gone for months, Hoseok.” Taehyung reasoned, he was mad that the butler had not brought it up at least once in the past few months, “You’ve had so many opportunities to bring it up to my attention.”

“I did not know many details, Sir,” his lips quivered and Taehyung could see the exasperation glooming over Hoseok, “All I know is the latest descendent was banished and only you have the power to bring it to the council for reconsideration as a Kim.”

Taehyung’s expression softened, “thank you for providing me with the details now. Would you please seek out the council and arrange for a meeting tomorrow afternoon?”

“Of course.”

“This is all for tonight. Please let me know of the meeting time and location come early morning. Good night, Hoseok.”

“Good night.”

The meeting was arranged in the Kim garden early afternoon and while you had discussed some pressing points the council held relating to your parents passing, it was time for you to bring your own concern to their attention.

Most of the original council has now been overtaken by an earlier generation for reasons similar to your own.

“Joon, I presume Hoseok mentioned the reason for the calling of today’s meeting.”

He nodded as he gobbled on yet another tea sandwich, “he provided a brief synopsis.”

Joon was the descendent of the original founder of the council and whatever he said went. He was far less serious and strict than his father was but Tae supposed they all were. None of them were their fathers.

“Why don’t you detail what you want to propose with a bit more clarity, Taehyung?” Yoongi cut-in as he noticed Namjoon was far too indulged in the delicacies table. Yoon was more of the straightforward kind of guy and had fought tirelessly to be kept out of the council but with the passing of his father he had no choice but to step in as the eldest Min son.

“This is regarding the descendants of the Levate. I wanted to propose an official release as the original document was altered after the first healer passed away.” you detailed, “it is not fair to continue the imprisonment of those women in that forest.”

“I agree,” Jimin cut-in. His family was known for being quite liberal and you figured the recorded vote against the sending of that woman to the Levate all of those years ago came from his ancestor.

“That’s 2-5, as I am obviously voting against keeping her there,” Tae said.

“I’m with them seems a bit cruel and unusual,” Seokjin conquered.

“Same.” Yoongi said.

He was the more traditional man of the bunch so it surprised you when Joon seemed to be the bearer of bad news.

“I also agree with your arguments but the only way out of banishment for the healer is marriage to a Kim descendent. It is stated in the original document that you should have read Tae.”

“Don’t ‘Tae’ me if you plan to enforce the rules of our beastly fathers.”

“I plan to do no such thing,” Joon quickly argued, “but we were sworn in to provide transparency to the people of Hawkshead. We are not royalty by any means but as founding families we do not and cannot sit above the mandates of those who came before us, for if we do, how can the people trust in us as the new replacing founders.”

“I’m afraid he’s right, Taehyung,” Seokjin was the voice of reason, “we cannot afford having the village against our judgments and decisions at this time.”

This is not what he originally planned for.

“With all due respect Tae,” Yoongi began, “How about we near the borders of the Levate and summon the descendent. From there we can propose the marriage proposal and see where she stands. If it is not an option for her she will unfortunately have to enter back into the Levate until we can seek a viable way to get her out.”

“It is settled, she does not need to be paying for reparations of an accident that took place years ago. Therefore, all in favor of the marriage proposition to lift banishment say I.” Joon was an honest man, and Taehyung was sure the pressures of being head of the founding council was a heavy-bearing occupation and though this wasn’t the conclusion he was hoping for—it was a start.

A wave of I’s circled around him.

He hesitated but ultimately caved as he saw no other way as of now, “I.”

Approaching the Levate was quite intimidating and it certainly did not help that Yoongi, Jimin, Seokjin and Namjoon had offered to accompany you on the trip to the initiation of a possible loveless marriage.

They stood near the carriage as he walked towards the barrier. The hairs on the back of his neck stood as a wind of familiarity immediately brushed past his face the closer he got.

Taehyung hoped this would not seem odd to you but he was trying his best to get you out of the Levate as soon as possible.

Taehyung saw her figure nearing the border of the green pasture and automatically noticed her smile beaming from ear to ear. She was as radiant as the flowers embedded in the wealthiest of gardens in the village, as dazzling as the sun and her aura was as familiar as the late-night stars he had begun conversing with ever since he made it back home earlier that year.

“Tae, you’re back,” her voice was silky and your name sounded like honey dripping from her lips, “you promised and now you’re back.”

He cleared your throat “I promised?”

“Sorry,” she began, “yes, some months ago you had stumbled into the Levate after being back from a voyage. After falling on my rose garden. I did a miniscule job of pulling out the thorns and you stayed about three days before heading off,” her recount of the events cleared the patches of missing information within your memory.

“Why can’t I remember any of that on my own?”

“The barrier of the Levate erases your memory as soon as you cross over,” her eyebrows were furrowed, “but if you cannot remember how come you are here?”

“My name is Kim Taehyung III, a descendent of the Hawshead founding families. After the recent passing of our fathers the replacement council made it our mission to overturn the cruel mandates set forth by our ancestors.”

“Yes, we discussed that while you were in here,” she said softly, “although, I did not know then that you were the person I needed to speak to.”

“Your case was the first to come to our attention, mine especially, as a Kim descendent. In the unofficial documents by the founders however there is a minor detail standing in the way of your immediate liberation.”

“What is the minor detail?”

“The only way of our banishment for your family is through marriage.” Taehyung said.

Her pupils were blown and her voice quivered, “who would I have to wed?”

“Me. Otherwise you would have to remain in the Levate until the council finds another way to get you out.”

The agreement of marriage came unexpectedly to you but in your time together she had recollections of only pleasant memories plus made you made him promise to drag you along on his explorations when he had to go off on voyages.

You craved to see the world.

Taehyung agreed and after the small wedding ceremony with the founding families bearing as witnesses. The two of you became husband and wife in the local church after your meeting a couple of days prior. Everything was geared on high speed and happened just a few weeks after your meeting with the proposition.

The two of you barely had any time to talk between the legality of documents and the preparations of the hurried marriage.

“Are we all alone?” you asked, flickering on the lights of the family room as you walked in the Kim estate.

“It is the beginning of the honeymoon traditions,” he informed, “the house is left vacant for the husband and wives and the next couple of days we get to ourselves before embarking on a voyage to visit extended family.”

“Is my family still around in Hawkshead?” you asked to take a seat on the couch, he followed sitting across from you.

“They live a boat ride over now but not far. They were granted leave by my father as the remaining siblings seemed to be brothers who were born just a couple of years ago.”

“I have brothers?”

“Twin brothers,” he confirmed, “we can go see them tomorrow if you would like.”

“Can we go later on in the week?”

“We shall go right before heading off to see mine early next week. How does that sound?”

“That sounds fine.”

He scratched the back of his head, “I forgot to thank you for your care back in the Levate. I am sorry I cannot remember anything about our time together.”

She shook her head, ��it is not your fault my Lord. I was just happy I could assist, plus you made those three days the best of my time in the Levate.”

“You can just call me Taehyung if you would like.”

“Taehyung.” she repeated, “so it is true that the replacing founders are trying to implement structures of change to Hawkshead. They seem to be less austere and puritanical than their ancestors.”

He flashed a boxy smile in your direction, the one you missed so much over the past year, “I heard they are trying their hardest.”

“I am glad their compassion now graces the land,” you complimented, watching as his cheeks turned as red as the roses he had stumbled upon in your garden, “thank you Taehyung, for keeping your promise of getting me out of there.”

“No need to thank me. Unfortunately, my descendants were at fault for this entire ordeal. It is the least I could do.”

You gazed at the way his cherry lips were moisturized by his tongue. Perhaps, a nervous tic you had not quite picked up back in the Levate. Was he nervous? Replaying, the rather chaste kiss he left on your lips back at the altar and his clammy palms holding yours you deduced he was in fact nervous.

All you could ever think of however was his body heat in your proximity.

“It will forever be engraved in my heart that even after losing your memories of me after crossing the barrier, you still cared enough to get a stranger out of that situation,” you placed your hand on top of his.

“It was my basic duty after everything inflicted on your family all these years,” you noticed the change in his tone as he breathed out ruggedly, “please do not assume you owe me anything because of this. You do not.”

“I know you are a perfect gentleman, Taehyung but my heart beat for you the moment we met back in the Levate. What I feel is not forced or payment for your heroic antics,” his eyes remained on his lap and he seemed to be averting eye contact at all costs, “but that doesn’t mean you are forced to reciprocate something you cannot remember.”

“I cannot remember it,” he spoke barely above a whisper, “but I can feel the way my heart races when you come in my proximity. I felt it during our meeting. I feel it even now.”

The heat rose rapidly as you felt the way his eyes began mapping out your figure sprawled out on the couch. You figured it was a bit onerous though, as the wedding dress gifted to you wasn’t too flattering on your body. You made short strides towards him and stood in between his thighs, after unzipping the fabric you saw as it pooled at your feet exposing your inner-wear.

His carnal desires were reflective on the way his eyes scorched to a deep umber and his lower lip was blanketed under his teeth.

“Can I take you up to my suite?” The question sounded in your ears like a song being played delicately on the keys of pianos.

“Take me to your suite.”

Taehyung carried you bridal style sharing plenty of laughs at the countless trips and stumbles as he trotted up the stairs with you in his arms. You both finally made it to his massive sleeping chamber—it seemed a bit crazy how you were shoved into a tiny pocket of the Levate while Taehyung slept this lavishly every night.

You didn’t hold it against him but it was ironic how your worlds were destined to be so different and somehow clashed.

“Your house is so grand,” your eyes wandered through the different shades of blues adorning his room, “and to think you wanted to stay with me in the forest.”

“What?” he scoffed, “you do not see me as someone who can forage off the land?”

“You are far from the term, Kim Taehyung.”

“Assumptions are not facts,” he laid beside you on the bed and suddenly you were taken back to that morning in the Levate when he uttered those exact words.

“You have said those exact words to me before, you know.”

“My wisdom transcends the erasure of memories from a magical forest. You didn’t know?”

You giggled landing a soft punch on his elbow. “It seems I was not aware.”

“Now you are,” the tips of his fingers felt like waves of static shocks against your skin. He traced the outline of your chin, the nape of your neck, and collarbone before stopping where your cleavage began.

Your eyes were shut tightly as his cold touch continued exploring your searing body.

“Darling, are you sure you want to do this?”

“Taehyung, you have been the muse of my wildest dreams and the root of my deepest desires for the year following your leave,” you caressed his delicate cheeks with the back of your thumbs. He melted right into your touch, “I have longed for you and now I am finally here with you.”

“You waited for me?”

“Well realistically speaking,” you shrugged, “I had nowhere to go. My only option was to wait.”

He winked, “I will remember it my way.”

As a substitute to the small talk the both of you had engaged in to relieve some of the tension clinging to the air, you found yourselves leaning into each other at a leaden speed until finally your lips crashed into one another. His tender lips tasted of strawberries exactly as you imagined.

And the way his lips moved against yours was agonizingly mellow - and made you feel faint.

Who would have guessed being free could ever taste so sweet. . so fucking sweet.

The two of you were bare, crashing back into the ocean of his silk sheets. His wandering touch landed on your breast, while his kisses continued sweeping you off your feet. . his fingers focused on your nipple as he began rolling, pinching, and rubbing the sensitive bud.

“Taehyung. .” you breathed out.

“I’m just getting started,”

His pillowy lips trailed down your stomach leaving icy wet kisses on your skin leading you to succumb to the delicacy of his care. Your paradise you quickly realized was at the mercy of Taehyung’s ministrations.

The way he pecked your body so sweetly was intoxicating.

Just when you believed he reached his destination, he continued to travel lower and lower positioning himself between your thighs.

“Taehyung?” your eyes met his as he hovered over your arousal.

“Do you trust me darling?”

He propped your legs up on his shoulders. A yelp escaped your lips as your pussy was now placed right in front of his face.

Your heart began pounding against your chest blaringly - it became so potent you could almost hear its rhythmic beat against the shell of your ear.

“I trust you.”

The feeling was electrifying and beat through you like a bolt of lightning igniting a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach. His effects on you were lost in the darkness invading your surroundings; still he devoured you as if you were the last meal he’s been presented with.

His tongue licked and sucked your clit. Your breath hitched and all your voice could manage were incoherent babbles accompanied by the chanting of his name.

“Y-you are so good Taehyung.”

He hummed against your folds.

“So good, Taehyung.” You repeated, lacing your finger into his dark strands.

There were spurs of white light behind your eyelids as you became enthralled in the way he continued to move against you. The pleasure was addicting and you were afraid your longing wish was to have Taehyung on his knees every hour of every day and at every given moment.

“Please do not stop,” He continued, “please.”

There were successions of shooting stars ornamenting the heavens and finally you reached the breath-taking place where the earth and the sky meet.

Your heaven.

“You were so good darling,” he paused, “you took my breath away.”

His voice is now deeper than you remembered. A train of moonlight invaded his dormitory. Taehyung looked as stunning as ever, his hair is a disheveled mess, his lips adopted a deeper hue of scarlet while his features were inundated with his sweat.

“Ready?” He asked.

“Yes.”

The feeling was foreign and dissimilar to the feeling you had experienced hen his mouth ate you out, you felt full with him inside of you and although initially there was pain, the more you grew accustomed to it the more pleasure you felt.

His hips moved slowly in and out of you.

Your whimpers mixed with his groans was all that could be heard through the house.

Still, his agonizing pace remained, while his finger landed back on your clit as he traced the number eight repeatedly.

There was no falter in his movements, continued, and continued and continued once again.

Those shooting stars from before burst into beautiful displays of fireworks and for the second time that night you reached your high.

When Taehyung pulled out of you he was still hard, “I am going to head to the bathroom.”

You cut-in, “can I help?”

“Oh,” he moaned, “can you?”

“I want to.”

He sat at the foot of the mattress and patted the spot next to him for you to sit—you did.

“Use your hand. Is that ok with you darling?”

“Yes, can you guide me?”

“Of course.”

The tip of his cock disappeared behind your grasp while his balmy palms covered yours. He guided you down to the base and back up to the tip—the motion he set was swift and you could only ogle as Taehyung masterbated using your hand for release.

The thought made you wet all over again.

He whimpered, “I’m so close.”

His hand remained on top of yours but his motions were no longer leading, he was too engrossed in his own pleasure. You hastened the speed, now determined to help him feel as good as he made you feel.

His whispered moans only motivated your movements until finally his come covered your hand.

After disappearing for a couple of seconds Taehyung walked back from the wash room with a towel in hand, “sorry I didn’t warn you about this,” he wiped you all clean.

“I liked it,” you murmured, “I would like for you to teach me many more things.”

“We have a whole eternity for that darling.”

“Eternity. . That sounds nice.”

author’s note: this feels a but rushed in certain parts and I apologize for that but this story is been something that has taken way too long and I was truly just looking to put it out — hopefully it’s enjoyable though.

thanks for reading. comments, likes, reblogs and messages are always appreciated. let me know what you think <3

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The Perfect Fit

Story Overview: Levi Ackerman begrudgingly finds himself falling in love with the Survey Corps’ seamstress. Will they be able to own up to their feelings for each other? Or is their love doomed to fail before they discover the truths of each other’s hearts? This slow burn reader insert story will be filled with angst, yearning, and a bit of mystery as we slowly unravel the truths behind Y/N’s past… and explore her and Levi’s future!

Chapter 4

Chapter 3 linked here

Chapter 5 linked here

Levi Ackerman x female reader

Warnings: cussing

Almost a week had passed since your horse died and now you were running out of food. You still hadn’t had any clients from the village come see you for their sewing needs so you figured you would question them when you saw them on your shopping trip. Walking into the quiet village, you noticed its inhabitants looked more pitiful than usual. The situation was grim out in the forest but you weren’t expecting it to be this bad yet. You could tell people were running low on food, the stalls barely selling any produce. You bought a few items you could salvage, but most of it was rotten.

“Haven’t seen your face in a while,” you said, striking up a conversation with the stall owner, a client of yours.

“I’m sorry. We have no money left to get our clothes fixed. None of us here do. If this continues…” He looked away and you noticed just how gaunt he was. His skin was starting to droop around his cheekbones and he was as white as snow. “You can no longer rely on us to make money. I suggest heading toward the interior. With your talent, I’m sure the nobles would kill to have you work for them. Someone’s gotta make it out of this godforsaken place and you have the best shot.”

You felt any words you tried to speak get caught in your throat. Opting to nod instead, you turned away to go back home when another stall caught your eye. Was that meat cooking? That was a rarity nowadays. As you got closer, you read the sign that told you what animal it was. It took everything in you to not vomit.

It was horse.

The villages must be truly desperate for food to chance eating your sick horse. You couldn’t take the sight any longer and rushed away, blinking away tears. Now that the villagers confirmed that you couldn’t make any more money from them, the seriousness of the situation dawned on you. Would you have to move? You most likely wouldn’t be welcomed back to your old home or else that would be an option. Would you have to join the military to have an income? You didn’t think you had it in you to make it through the training. Besides, if you failed out, you couldn’t risk hurting your hands in the meantime because you’d have nothing else going for you. All these thoughts buzzed around your head, distracting you from realizing you were home and you weren’t alone.

“Y/n! I’m here to rescue you!”

“Hange?!” You didn’t know what they meant, but you were glad to see your friend. You greeted them with a tight hug. “What are you doing here?”

“More like what were you doing not here? I thought you died or something. You’re always at home.”

You frowned. “Ouch! You came all this way just to bully me?” They laughed, clapping a friendly hand on your back as you continued. “Anyway, I was in the village. I was told my services couldn’t be supported anymore since the villagers had to save their money. Those poor people are starving, Hange. They were cooking my dead horse, for fuck’s sake.”

Hange’s eyes softened when they saw how distressed you were. “They’re strong people, y/n. They’ll get through it, just like in times past. Don’t be so hard on yourself. There’s nothing you can do to save them.”

You clenched your fists in frustration. You knew that, but it still shook you to your core. You were a woman of action, taking charge against the inequalities people faced however you could. You had a long history of doing charity work, especially when you were living with your family in Wall Sina. Seeing those around you suffer while you were comfy in your warm home with plenty of food made you sick to your stomach. That was one of the reasons you left…

“Well, I have better news for you. How do you feel about formally joining the Scouts?”

You felt your eyes almost pop out of their sockets. “Huh?!”

“You wanna move in with us? You’d be on official payroll, have a clean place to sleep. And we wouldn’t have to keep coming out to this dump to get our clothes fixed.”

You wanted to be offended at Hange’s diss of your house, but they weren’t wrong. Instead of living in a run down building, you would be a Scout? Have a steady income, reliable food source, (halfway) warm bed? You had to admit, it sounded better than being by yourself out here.

“I’m tempted to say yes, but are you sure it’s allowed? I haven’t gone through training or anything.”

“It’s fine,” Hange told you, “Commander Erwin already got it approved. When he caught wind of your horse situation from the kids, he weighed the options of either giving you a new one or having you join us. It made more sense for you to be with us instead of us come to you. So he got the paperwork written up, approved, and here I am. So, y/n, I ask once more. Wanna be a Scout?”

Eyeing your property one last time, you balled up your fists and gave Hange the salute.

“Yes, sir!”

It hadn’t taken long for you two to pack up your things. Everything fit in the cart Hange brought, with plenty of room to spare. Even though the place was pretty gross, you were still a bit sad about leaving it. However, your future would be much brighter following the Scouts from base to base and you were excited for a fresh start.

“I’m excited to be around people again. It was starting to get lonely out here,” you told Hange, watching the foliage pass you by as you made the move to your new home.

“I’m sure. And by people, you mean Captain Levi?” They wore a big, teasing grin.

“I want to deny that but you’re much too smart to trick. He’s an interesting man for sure. He was such an asshole when he first met but then he did such nice things for me! Is he always this confusing?”

“Yup,” said Hange, “but that’s part of his charm. He’s honest and no matter how hard he tries to deny it, he wears his heart on his sleeve. He’s a soldier, he’s hardened. He goes through so much yet he still can’t find it within himself to not give a shit. You’re both my closest friends and you’re more alike than it may seem. He’s a selfless person, y/n, don’t ever let him convince you he’s not.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, deep in thought about the blue eyed man as your new residence entered your view. You entered the gates and you felt your heart beat a little faster. When you came to a stop, you were greeted by a familiar face.

“Erwin!” you yelled out, running over to give him a big hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You stepped away, giving him a salute.

“Y/n, welcome. I’m glad you and your things made it. I take it Hange told you everything?”

You nodded, smiling wide. “They did. I sincerely appreciate everything you’ve done for me over the years, but this is something else. I don’t know how to repay you.”

“No need. I just don’t want my good friend to be starving by herself in the woods somewhere. Having you here is repayment enough. These soldiers are reckless and I can’t have them running around in tattered clothes.” He examined your belongings in the cart and turned his attention back to you. “All of this will fit in your new office. Hange will show you the way. If you’ll excuse me.” You told him thank you one more time and he left while Hange took hold of your hands.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so excited to have you here! Your office will be near mine. Grab some things and I’ll lead the way.”

The first thing you picked up was the sewing machine gifted by Levi, your new prized possession. As you entered the castle, you were taken aback at how cool it looked. Sure it was in slight disrepair, but it was infinitely cleaner than your old place. When you got to your office, you let out a contented sigh. Anyone else would have called it simple but it was the most beautiful room you had ever been in! It was a big space, plenty of room for you to work and live out of. There was a big table for your machine to rest on and a small chest for your sewing supplies. There was also a dresser in another corner for your personal belongings and a small bed. You fully expected to share a room with someone in the barracks area, but you were glad to have your own space. When you and Hange finished moving in your belongings, they gave you the grand tour of the castle. You did your best to memorize where everything was, but you figured as long as you knew where the bathrooms and the dining hall were, you were good.

“Oh! One last thing,” Hange said, opening a dresser drawer when you were back to your room, “Since you’re part of the military now, you get to wear a uniform! Everything you need is in here. You don’t have to wear it every day, but it’s generally recommended when you’re working—which you will be starting tomorrow at 7 am. Erwin was able to give you the rank of Sergeant to make sure Privates couldn’t give you any trouble. Dinner is being served right now but I still have work to do. I’ll see you around!” They waved goodbye and you took the time to look around your room again. You had a nice sized window that overlooked the courtyard and you were excited to open it and get some fresh air in. You had a whirlwind day and you couldn’t wait to end it with a nice meal. Walking down the hallway, you thought you remembered which way to go, but it was starting to get dark and you were a bit twisted around. You would’ve asked somebody for directions but it was like a ghost town. All of a sudden, you felt a presence come up behind you.

“Lost already, Cadet?” A voice sneered behind you.

“It’s my first day and it’s dark as shit. Cut me some slack, Captain,” you replied to Levi. “Besides, according to Erwin, I’m a sergeant, not a cadet. I have rank now.”

The shorter man furrowed his brows. “The only rank you have that I care about is the stench coming off of you. Take a damn shower.”

“My apologies, Captain. It’s hard to bathe often when you don’t have running water. I was trying to get something to eat before I turned in for the night.” What was this guy’s problem? You tried to keep Hange’s words of advice in your mind but trying to see Levi as a friend was proving difficult right now.

“Tch. Your sense of direction is shit. Dining hall’s this way.” You trailed behind him, not attempting further conversation.

“Your fingers look better,” Levi observed after minutes of silence. He was right. The bandages had done wonders and you no longer had blisters gracing your skin.

“Thanks to you. I couldn’t afford gauze but the medic patched me up for free because of your note. You’ve really saved my ass these past few days. If there’s any way I can repay you, please let me know.”

“Don’t be stupid, Sergeant” was all he said, but you knew it was his way of saying, “don’t worry about it.” You smiled to yourself. You entered the dining hall at last, sniffing the air and practically drooling.

“Sorry about your horse,” Levi murmured, immediately walking off somewhere else. His behavior was strange but you didn’t think too much of it. He had proved his kind heart in his own ways over the few times you met him and you knew, from Hange, that he wasn’t good at hiding his true feelings. Maybe Levi wasn’t all that bad. Maybe he did like you, or at the very least, tolerated you. You could live with that.

When Levi saw you greet Commander Erwin with a hug, he felt pangs of jealousy that he never knew he was capable of feeling. Didn’t you have any decorum with your superiors or respect for authority? Didn’t you give a second thought to how your actions were akin to yanking his plump heart out of his chest and stomping on it? Of course you didn’t— you were Erwin’s friend first, subordinate second, and you had no clue of Levi’s affections toward you. Not that he necessarily wanted you to know. Having a crush at his grown age was downright embarrassing and he hated himself for entertaining such childish thoughts. Your stupid pretty face hadn’t left his mind, taunting him when he closed his eyes. Not that being awake was any better. He imagined what it would be like to give in to such grossly human desires, feel your hand on his chest, your lips on his own—

Levi couldn’t do that. He wasn’t selfish enough to get close to you because it would only end badly for you. You deserved better than that. His plan of ignoring you wasn’t going to work now that you lived at the castle, not that he wasn’t relieved you left behind that falling down, dirty shack you called a house. Wasn’t that, coupled with trying to help your sick horse, why he ripped up his cape for you to fix all those days ago? Maybe he could rely on his shitty attitude to push you away? That would work. Or so he thought. When he found you wandering the halls, he knew it was the perfect time to make you feel small, weak, so much so that you would hate him and never want to see him again. Of course, it didn’t work out like that. You were too witty and kind to push him away while Levi was cursed with a heart that was too caring for others. In another world, you two would be a perfect match, but in this one… you were too precious to get wrapped up in his shit. As he ran away from you like the scared stray he was, Levi realized you would never cooperate in the way he needed you too. He was a strategist, though, skilled in warfare. He deduced that the least damage to either of your hearts would be if he kept you at arm’s length. No further, no closer. He was sure there’d be no casualties that way.

Chapter 5

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mitschki · 22 days

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Busy!Neuvillette who is so dedicated to his duties, finds solace in occasional visits, particularly from you. Amidst his struggles with paperwork, y/n’s unexpected presence brings him relief.

Neuvillette was in his office as per usual, tending to the scattered paperwork on his desk. It was his everyday routine, working tirelessly on crucial tasks that required his immediate attention. It was his way of expressing his commitment to the nation of Fontaine. Visitors were a rarity, as he had instructed the melusines not to disturb him during his work hours, making it difficult for outsiders to secure a meeting with him.

Although interruptions were not typically welcome, Neuvillette found a certain relief in the occasional visitors, perhaps a subconscious acknowledgment of his relentless work schedule. Although, he does prefer to finish his work rather than having the task interrupted midway through. Yet, when y/n graced his office with her presence, his perspective shifted entirely.

He found himself relieved to set his duties aside solely to engage in conversation with her, captivated by her tales of travel throughout Tevyat. Despite his centuries of experience and knowledge, he yearned to learn more about her travels around Tevyat; it enlightened the Iudex.

Maybe it was the way you perceived the world that made your experiences a great story to share. He loved your enthusiasm either way, it was rather infatuating.

It was another day for Neuvillette, working on a document that has remained his attention for several days. It irked him, it wasn't the document that had frustrated him greatly, but rather the answer to it that still remain unbeknownst to him. He sighed deeply, he was an experienced and intelligent man. So why can he not finish this efficiently? He looks over to the piles of documents to the side of his table, which needed to be taken care of the next.

He leaned his head back against the chair and closes his eyes, irritated— until he hears the door swing open, footsteps echoing his office. "Monsieur!" The familiar voice called, which rattles an immediate glare from the Iudex with a soft smile displayed on his face. The woman walked in with a graceful large grin on her face, swinging her arms side by side. Her presence immediately relaxed his tension, perhaps he just needed you. He thought to himself.

"Ah, my dearest friend," he gently remarks with a smile, "how may I be of service to you?" He inquires, regarding the woman seated upon his sofa, who appears at ease as she emits a profound sigh. She chuckles at his cordial greeting, casting her gaze towards him.

"Can I not enjoy your company every once in a while?" she joked, settling onto the sofa and placing her bag beside her. Neuvillette straightened his posture, resting his hands on his desk as he regarded her. Beautiful.

Perhaps it was the way her hair cascaded over her face, or how it accentuated her beauty effortlessly. He didn't dwell on the reason; he simply appreciated it.

"How have you been? You look tired," she observed, concern evident in her voice as she surveyed his state. She always seemed to notice, whether it was the papers scattered about or the excessive number of mugs piled next to his documents. It was out of character, especially considering his aversion to coffee.

"Do not trouble yourself with my well-being, I am merely attending to my duties," he replied with a half-smile, his blue eyes glinting beneath half-lidded lids. "I assume your travels were enjoyable?"

"Well, yes," she responded uncertainly, her gaze drifting to her hands. "I had a wonderful time in Liyue. It would be ungrateful of me to say otherwise."

"How so? You have always embraced new experiences with enthusiasm," Neuvillette remarked, noting her nervous fidgeting, "this is unlike you."

"I met someone in Liyue who reminded me of you," she confessed, her voice softening. "His mannerisms, his interests, they were so reminiscent of you. Perhaps I missed you more than I realized, which is why I'm here. I understand it's a foolish reason," she laughs.

A faint blush crept onto Neuvillette's cheeks, a reaction he wasn't accustomed to. He cleared his throat, masking his flustered state behind a composed facade. "No, not at all. Please, continue."

"It’s alright, monsieur, I don't fear your judgment," she reassured, offering a tentative smile.

"Don't misinterpret, Mademoiselle. I hold no judgment toward anything you share," he replied, adjusting his posture. "I, too, share your sentiments."

Y/n blushed at his response, her words stumbling out in nervous stutters. "Oh," she nervously laughed, "Forgive me, I didn't expect the Iudex to reciprocate my feelings."

"I find your presence enlightening, perhaps," Neuvillette softly smiled, "Recently, I have been immersed in several days of paperwork that I find difficult to manage, but your presence here has alleviated that stressful tension," he chuckled.

"The Neuvillette experiencing difficulties? That is difficult to fathom," she joked, her laughter resonating in the office.

"That is correct," he smiled, "It appears I have been toiling tirelessly, to the point of overlooking my responsibilities to the people of Fontaine. Your visit serves as a poignant reminder of that."

#Genshin #Neuvillette #iudex neuvillette #Genshin Impact

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antimatterz · 11 months

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sunset glow

dan heng x gn!reader moments like these were a rarity when you lived on a space station. content under the cut | masterlist

living on a space station was pretty cool, that much was true. it was massive, and even though it's been a while since you got there, you still found new corners and places and rooms full of surprises. there was so much to see, so much to experience. not a day was dull and boring, for there was always a way of entertainment present. most of the people were pretty friendly, apart from a few whom you avidly avoided. when yiu felt like it, you could help out researchers or other staff, or you could just hang out with your friends. gazing out of the windows presented you a magnificent view upon the vast galaxy, which never failed to take your breath away. long story short, you loved your life aboard herta's space station.

but sometimes, just sometimes, you yearned for more.

on those days, you went down to the platforms, hoping to find the astral express there. the train that rode the stars was known for its interstellar travels, thus making it possible to venture beyond the limitations of a space station. yes, you were talking about planets. the train jumped back and forth between stations everywhere across the galaxy, and wherever you landed, new adventures that enhanced your life even more awaited.

you currently were on such a so-called adventure. you were basking in the sunlight on a planet a few jumps away from herta's space station. sunlight wasn't something you often saw, and your spirits were lifted massively.

even more so because you had your boyfriend with you.

dan heng had managed to find a gap between his trailblazer missions and took you to a planet he was sure you'd love. and oh, he was right. the moment you left the astral express and felt the warm rays of sunshine kiss your skin, your heart swelled with delight and you offered the male a smile that outshone the very sun.

your boyfriend was often busy, and though you were perfectly fine with that – knowing how important it was what he did – you often missed him like crazy. that's why this little expedition brought you so much joy. not only did you get to spend time in the sun, dan heng was with you and that made it a hundred times better.

now, after spending a couple of days on this sunlit planet, it was the final evening there. in a while, you had to go back and board the train again, and it would safely take you to herta's space station. the male next to you was someone who liked being on time, and you were expecting him to guide you towards the platform any minute now. sundown was nearing, and the express would depart when the stars littered the sky.

"y/n, there is one last thing i want to do before we head back to the astral express," dan heng broke the comfortable silence, grabbing your hand to draw you to a halt.

"hm?" you responded, surprised by his sudden gesture – dan heng wasn't big on public display of affection, and doing something last minute before the train would depart was also very unlike him. you gazed at him curiously, and a faint smile crossed his features.

"let's go," he said, getting you to walk again with a gentle tug on your arm.

it was quite a walk, but your boyfriend seemed to know exactly where he was going. you just followed him, curiosity growing and growing within you. the streets of this town were unfamiliar to you, and you had no idea where he could possibly be taking you. but the soft smile om dan heng's face gave away that it was something he was elated about, and you could not help but wonder. he didn't smile often – though more often, ever since you came into his life – so this had to be something special.

it wouldn't be long until the fall of twilight, and you started to worry. how was he planning to show you something and head back to the astral express in time? you had no idea, but decided to trust him on it.

your hand was still securely in his and he didn't seem to plan on letting go anytime soon.

"you're excited about something," you pointed out, and the small smile on dam heng's face grew a little wider as he nodded. it was such a rare sight that your heart skipped a beat. you brought out his smile more often but you would never get used to how pretty and special it was.

"you'll see, my dear y/n," he said mysteriously. "i caught wind of a very popular phenomenom as i overheard some locals speak, and i just knew i had to take you there on our final evening here."

you blushed as the affectionate name reached your ears. rarely did he call you such things, and tour heart swelled with happiness. you gave his hand a gentle squeeze, one that he instantly returned. you were about to say something, but after rounding a corner, your words were stolen away from you.

afore you was a vast lake, the gentle evening breeze stirring the water and setting it to shimmer underneath the light of the setting sun. in all its liveliness, it caught and reflected the colors of the canvas above, and it was absolutely breathtaking. hues of oranges and purples painted the sky, engulfing the yellow sphere that sank lower towards the horizon. it soon would disappear behind that line, but before it would, it bid its goodbye with a scenery so beautiful. your eyes were full of wonder as you gazed out over the lake, the mountains far beyond and the sky far above, and the sun that brought it all together.

"woah," you breathed out, and you heard dan heng chuckle before he softly wrapped his arms around you from behind, engulfing you in a cozy backhug.

"it's beautiful, isn't it?" he said, resting his chin on top of your head.

"it really is," you agreed, leaning into his embrace.

you stood like that for a while, listening to the rustling of the water in the wind, the same breeze that played with your hair friskily. it was so serene that you nearly forgot that you had a train to catch, but in that very moment you couldn't care less. it was just too pretty, and dan heng seemed so at peace. you rarely saw him in such a state, and wanted it to last as long as possible.

the moment seemed frozen in time, and it was just you and dan heng and the setting sun. everything else seemed to have lost its significance and you liked it that way. nothing else mattered, and you relished in the soft breeze and the fading light and your boyfriend's tender embrace.

way too soon for your liking, dan heng let go of you, pressing a chaste kiss against your cheek before taking a gentle hold of your hand.

"i think we should head back to the astral express, before it departs without us," he remarked, casting one last look at the sun – that had almost completely lowered itself beyond the horizon at this point.

"i wouldn't mind," you joked. "i like the sun."

"i'll take you here more often, y/n," dan heng promised you with a soft smile, before he gave a soft tug on your arm to get you to walk with him.

"deal," you grinned, following behind your boyfriend. he was right; you really had to catch the train before it departed. what would the trailblazers do without your beloved dan heng? they wouldn't last a day.

twilight had fallen upon the small town as you traversed the streets, hands tightly linked together as you headed towards the platform. wistfully, you gazed over your shoulder one last time, eyeing the lake that sparkled underneath the fading sunlight.

yeah, living on a space station was cool and all. but in the end, it didn't really matter where you lived. as long as you had your boyfriend with you, you had all you needed.

#dan heng #honkai star rail dan heng #honkai star rail #hsr #dan heng hsr #hsr dan heng #honkai dan heng #dan heng x reader #dan heng x you #dan heng x y/n #honkai #— enyo writes

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5eraphim · 10 months

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this thought has been rotting my brain for about a week now and I've just worked up the courage to request this, feel free to delete this if you don't want to write btw.

Yandere medic had kidnapped the reader a while ago, and medic got home after a long day and the reader just sort of walks up to medic and hugs him, completely unprompted.

Idk I need something fluffy in my life.

(I am so bad at writing fluff- but it is funny the one fluff request I've gotten is for Medic of all people 💀 Hope you enjoy!)

Title: Night Light

Character: Medic 🕊️ (Team Fortress 2)

Rating: M (MINORS DNI- GO PLAY OUTSIDE)

Content Warnings: yandere, possessive behavior, mind break, hurt/comfort, toxic relationship, implied NSFW, kidnapping, touch starved reader, cuddles, reader is gender neutral, implied dehumanization/slight infantilization

Word Count: 1.9K

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TIP JAR

"When you grow accustom to something, when it becomes part of your everyday life, you notice when it suddenly vanishes.

If only my heart were made of stone."

Cormac McCarthy, The Road

Time had never passed as slowly during your captivity as that evening. He was late coming home, not a rarity, though you couldn't shake the feeling something about tonight was different. A certain air of restlessness only heightened your agitation. Minutes passed like hours while you were rooted at the window waiting for the harsh white headlights to cue Medic's return home.

As you waited, poised right by the bedroom's window, you paced back and forth, wearing a thin blanket from the bed as a shawl across your shoulders, wringing the ends with your hands nervously. As though it was physically impossible to still yourself.

Never before had the 10 x 10 bedroom you were confined to while Medic was out of the house felt as claustrophobic as it did now. You weren't allowed out of this room when Medic wasn't home, it wasn't much, but you still got a shiver down your spine remembering how he left you chained to a radiator in the basement after your first escape attempt. At first, Medic wanted to trust you, giving you access to roam the top floor of his house while he was gone, though that lasted less than a week after you'd tried to run away, shattering a window and nearly severing a vein when you tried to pull yourself through.

After that, you were taught the hard way any comfort in this house was to be earned, and your petty act of rebellion or insolence would only result in punishment. Being chained up in the basement was the worst, but there were other ways Medic would force you to obey his commands and diminish any dignity you held onto. If you wanted clothes, you would have to wear what he provided for you, assuming he felt generous enough to supply any. If you wanted to eat, you'd be lucky if he let you eat at the table with him; it was marginally less degrading than when he fed you while you sat on his lap, though this wasn't nearly as bad as when he would force you to feed from a bowl on the floor at his feet. If you didn't want to sleep on the cold floor, not only were you forced to share his bed, but be obedient and not give him a reason to kick you out.

Nowadays, you aren't so resilient. You knew Medic was a sick bastard, and you knew if you kept testing him, there was a good chance your luck would eventually run out, and he'd do something severe. Even if the obedience was faked, Medic appeared appeased. He remarked on how much easier it was to hold you when you weren't struggling or how beautiful you looked when you smiled for him. You wanted to believe you were only doing this for your safety, that you truly hated Medic with your entire heart, and that you'd die before ever loving him back. But as the days began to pile up and your resistance slipped away, Medic grew genuinely kinder. You couldn't help but feel some inexplicable yearning for Medic. When he was gone, you were always alone, the feeling as dismal as it was inevitable. And while you might still fear him, when Medic was home, you felt a bittersweet acceptance of your situation.

After what felt like an eternity passed, you watched headlights drawing closer as you watched Medic's car pulling into the driveway. Your heart leaped into your throat as you listened to the sound of the door being unlatched. Springing from waiting by the window, you stood in front of the bedroom's door; your blanket-shawl slipped off your shoulders and fell onto the floor as you strained your ears to listen, vaguely able to hear Medic kicking off his boots, dropping off his white coat before finally making his way up the stairs. You could feel your heart beating in your ears as you listened to Medic unlocking the door while you stood frozen in place, waiting to see Medic at last.

He pulled open the door and, for a moment, appeared surprised to see you standing there waiting for him. For a beat, the two of you stared at each other silently, unsure of what the other would do next, Medic opened his mouth to say something, but you were faster. Moving determined, though awkwardly, you extended your arms out before reaching for Medic, wrapping your arms around his neck, and pulling him into a tight hug. For a moment, Medic was stunned and motionless with shock, feeling you pulling him closer to you with silent neediness.

"Please hold me back." Your voice came out breathy and hushed, the words tumbling out before you even realized what you were saying as you mumbled as close to his ear as you could, arms wrapping just a touch tighter around Medic's shoulders, as though you hadn't seen him in weeks. You couldn't see his face, more content to shut your eyes and burrow your face into his chest, inhaling his scent. Though silently, you knew you wanted more. A part of you wanted to tear the clothes right off of him and feel the heat of his body directly against your own skin. But for now, you were content to savor the moment as it was, hearing the faint sound of his heart beating in rhythm with every breath he took.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around your torso, returning the embrace with equal warmth. "I was surprised to see the light still on when I pulled in, were you staying up to see me again?" You nodded, head still buried in his chest.

He always said you looked so cute when you nuzzled him like this, and he couldn't help but hum with satisfaction seeing you all needy. "Aw, were you worried I was spending time with someone else? Were you jealous?"

He was clearly trying to mess with you, but you couldn't help but raise your voice a little, responding, squeezing him tighter in your arms. "No! I was afraid, Medic!"

Pulling your arms from his shoulders, you let him hold you while you continued, feeling as though tears were about to fall at any moment.

"I missed you… I missed you a lot." You wanted to explain yourself, convert these intense and enigmatic emotions into words, to explain to Medic and yourself.

He pulled away just enough to face you, "Why don't we go lay down for a moment? You look like you could use that." Nodding silently, you let him guide you to bed, pulling back the covers before tucking you into bed, allowing you to situate yourself before crawling in right next to you. The warm, almost calm look never once left his face as you writhed for a moment uneasily, trying to find a comfortable position beside him. Eventually, settling down to lay on your side, wrapping one arm over his chest and a leg just over his lap. Medic's arm stretched across your shoulders to pull you closer, his other hand under the blanket, rubbing his fingers along the thigh, you draped over him. At that moment, you felt almost as though you were back in the body of a child, curling up in your parent's bed after a nightmare. Even now, you continue to nuzzle your face against him. You had an entire day of loneliness to undo, but now that you could feel him so warm and close, all your stress and tension were melting away. Sighing, you pulled away, looking up at Medic with eyes half-lidded with admiration.

"What happened to you while I was gone?" He tried to force a chuckle as though he were joking, but the glimmer of curiosity in his eyes gave away his sincerity.

Resting your cheek against his chest, staring blankly at the wall, you answered in a dull voice. "I don't know, and I can't explain it. But when you were late, I guess I just started to miss you, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop."

As you spoke, your voice grew frailer. It hurt to think about the isolation, the loneliness, everything you'd endured stuck in a cloister confined to one bedroom.

Medic made a noise of sympathy, "But you know I'd be back; you know I'd never abandon you, don't you?"

Of course, you knew; the Medic told you many times before he'd die before leaving you. But Medic never knew how to stay dead; realistically, you knew he always managed to find his way back to you.

"Today, waiting for you to come home, it hurt. It hurt more than ever." Internally you felt a twinge of guilt; you just wanted to enjoy your time with Medic now that he was finally home; the last thing you wanted was to make him worry about you. But you weren't lying, and you felt that if you kept all your loneliness bottled up inside, you'd lose your mind altogether.

He looked down, his brow creased slightly with worry. "Have you been feeling ill?"

You shook your head, "Not sick, just worried."

Hearing this, Medic's cheeks reddened slightly. For the first time in ages, you'd managed to be the one to fluster him, and you had to admit, he looked bizarrely cute like this. His typical mania softened into something entirely different. Sure, you'd seen his softer side before, but you felt as though you'd never really appreciated it until now, and your heart ached with a lonely kind of affection.

"Worried about me?" His head cocked to the side a little, unable to entirely process the words leaving his own mouth. You tugged at his shirt lightly, scrunching the fabric with your fingers.

"I worry because I care about you. I think I've felt this way for a while, waiting for you to come home… I don't know- but I feel like all these feelings are finally coming together. I love you, Medic." You could've sworn you felt Medic's heart beating a bit faster as you rambled, but you knew for sure you felt him gasping slightly hearing you say, "I love you."

It's not like he'd never heard those words from you before. But every time before now, it was prompted, whether as a response to his own "I love you" or via threat to hurt you if you didn't say it. Though that isn't to say you'd never thought this before. Though saying it out loud, at last, made it all finally feel real.

He leaned down to kiss the top of your head, mattering against your scalp, "I love you too, my love. I always have, I always will."

He continued, "You are the light of my life, and I swear, no matter how far I go- I will always find you."

For the first time all night, the tears you'd kept bottled up for so long began to fall. Though now you wept with joy, feeling a kind of levity in your heart you doubted you'd ever known before now. Medic stroked the back of your head as you wept into his chest, wetting his button-up with your tears. It was a comfort to assure yourself no matter how much time he spent away from you or how he punished you for disobedience in the past, he would always make up for the lost time when he found his way home. Not the building he lived in, but by your side, wrapping his arms around you, where he truly belonged.

#anonymous #request #x reader #yandere #self ship #tf2 medic x reader #yandere medic #yandere medic x reader #yandere tf2 #hurt/comfort #yandere fluff #touch starved #male yandere #smut

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wildernezz · 22 days

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would love to be analyzed if you would like~

okay this is pretty rushed because i wanted to get it done the moment i could, so here we are. sorry if this isn't accurate. i usually ask for a list of characters and post this stuff on my analysis blog @analyzing-people-like-hell but i'm just basing this off of skimming through your blog for a while. so i've got no clue how accurate this really is. hopefully you get sumn out of it tho lollll:

you are deeply attached to your favorite media. it was there for you when nobody else was. you don't just watch media, you make a home in it. and when people don't understand your media, they don't understand you. it's your life, and even if it seems stupid to others, you intend on keeping it close to your heart anyways.

something about you says not neurotypical. idk what flavor of neurodivergent you could be but it is not neurotypical. or, other option, you're depressed/anxious as hell. either you're mentally ill or you're mentally ill and a little goofy. who knows.

the more i try to look through your posts, the more i'm leaning towards the whole thing with anxiety. maybe i'm just biased because of the kuromi pfp (which based btw). i feel like if you were ever into my little pony you totally related to fluttershy. but for some reason i'm also getting a slight mix of rarity and twilight. leaning towards fluttershy though.

you should watch dead poets society. something about you screams "i'm into that poetic old-timey romantic deep shit", so if you are i'd totally recommend dps. i have a feeling you'd relate a whole lot to todd anderson.

betrayal/abandonment/trust issues. idk why but i get that gut feeling. people have def hurt you before. idk how, idk why, but it's happened and the effects have stayed for a long ass time.

you really do just want to be loved. you want to be held and embraced while you're curled up into a ball. you yearn to have the movie life that you watch constantly. to feel like the main character just once. to be truly and unconditionally cared for by just one person. is it selfish? maybe. but you want it. after everything you've been through, it's all that you want. this world is cruel and relentless. can you be blamed for wanting a break from it all? is it really that selfish to yearn for freedom?

i honestly can't think of anything more. i tried my best with it. if you want, i'm totally willing to try again on my other blog and with a list of characters. i'd def be able to go more in depth in that case lolll. hopefully this was at least a little interesting to read tho B)

#analysis #dead poets society #my little pony #kuromi #am go snork mimi now zzzzzzzzz

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xavlozer · 2 months

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Purple

The constant reminder of my status etched into my skin as I pass by. The way the markings have covered me from head to toe of that wretched color. No, no I shouldn’t say that, I sound ungrateful. I know how many yearn to be in my position, to be of my status as well as how many loathe my very existence, envy the power I hold. They would do anything to be where I am. But my position is a birthright. The royal purple tainting my very body says so. Purple, the color of royalty, mystery, magic, rarity. I am a rarity, I am considered to be a luxury among nobility, among royalty. I am the very thing that shall lead my people, that shall protect them cause that is my birthright! But that also comes with…uncertainty. Yes, I know that the price of me is far greater than anyone could imagine, my power, my status, but what would happen if I were to say that I don’t want it. Silly me, I know what would happen, it would not change a single thing. I was bred for this, my very existence was made for this. I was molded into the perfect heir, the perfect princess, shaped by the hands of my parents, my tutors. But I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask for any of this. It was all brought onto me because of these markings! Be calm Ezeaur. There is no need to lash out, lashing out will fix nothing. You are powerful but your emotions make you weak! Your emotions for him make you weak.

A cruel thing it is, to be wed off to a man that you don’t know, all for the safety of this kingdom. It is my duty to protect it so if I have to marry the son of the most hated being in the abyssal plains then I’ll do it! But..there are times where I wish I was not bound by duty, where I was not bound by the purple markings on my skin. Why? Why am I suddenly questioning everything now? There’s no point in it, what’s done is done, I can not change a thing, even if I wanted to. This is the burden I must bear, for these purple marks and these purple horns are a testament of such. I can’t change my fate, I can’t change what I was made for, so I must fight to keep it that way. Even if it goes against my own wants, for what I want was never of concern, it doesn’t matter what I want. But that's not fair, none of it is! How come he can go and run! How come he isn't tied to duty! How come none of them are! Ignorant, selfish, entitled, that's what they are! The mere privilege they have to just run! While I'm stuck here, chained to my duty, chained to them because I happen to be of pure blood! Because I'm the one that bears the purple tainted skin, not them! I just hope…that Saero forgives me, I'll be back home soon. I take a deep breath in.

“Okay, time to go find my husband.”

Ps:Okay so I don't know what compelled me to write this but I'm glad I did honestly. I wanted to write a little something for Diana since I've most recently been reading "The Spirit Bares It's Teeth" (Which is a really good read by the way, highly recommended) and it inspired me to write this. I wanted to get more into Diana and her resentment to not only the boys but also her role as a pure bred demon of Lilith as a whole. I think I did a fairly good job.

#seduce me #seduce me the demon war #seduce me the otome #seduce me the complete story #seduce me Diana #seduce me diana

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i had a dream where i had a rooftop balcony and i fell asleep stargazing while all cuddled up in blankets with someone 😭 would you be willing to write something about that with eddie? it'd be so cute 😭😭 especially if he's been pining for the reader for a long time

A/N: THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER OMFG DSDSCCSCC new dream scenario omg <33 and this fits eddie so well i feel like he'd love to do this with someone. thank you sm for the request anon!

Stargazing (Edward Nashton x gn! reader)

description: on a hot night in Gotham the city decides a rolling blackout is necessary to conserve energy, mildly frightened by the idea of Gotham under complete darkness, you invite your best friend Edward over to keep you company.

content: lots of fluff! mutual pining, best friends to lovers, like reader and edward are so in love but also so oblivious it kind of hurts, slight fear of the dark?

word count: 4.4k

A clear night in Gotham was a special rarity- in all your years of living in the city, you could maybe count on one hand all the times you'd seen a sky full of stars hanging over the skyline. The smog and the bright city lights had left you yearning to see what was beyond those dark, foggy skies. Of course, you could always travel a little while outside of Gotham- but you weren't exactly keen on making your way to the New Jersey shore just for some stars.

But tonight- tonight was different. In the thick of the city's summer heat, the City of Gotham had decided a rolling blackout was in order so as to not overwork the city's power grids with everyone's air conditioners at full blast. Though it wasn't exactly an ideal situation per-say, the heat was sweltering and the dense humidity made you feel like you were walking through a sauna rather than your own apartment.

While the city may have decided that a pitch-black night was what was best for the power grids, you on the other hand worried about what a city like Gotham would descend into under the cloak of complete darkness. Thinking forward you'd decided to invite a friend over to keep you company, you figured having an extra person so you weren't alone in the darkness would help ease your anxieties. It wasn't really a question who you'd ask to stay tonight, of course, it would be your best friend, Edward Nashton.

While Edward himself had said on more than one occasion that his physical capabilities were somewhat... lackluster, you could not imagine someone you'd feel safer with than him. And for that reason, he was the obvious choice. (And perhaps for some other reasons you weren't exactly ready to admit)

And now you're here playing board games, in this sweltering apartment, in the dark, with your best friend.

"It was Mrs. Peacock, in the dining room, with the revolver!" You said confidently, on your third game of 'Clue', which had been lit only by a few pumpkin-scented candles that sat on your coffee table.

"Are you sure?" Edward asks, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

"Yes. I am Edward. Don't make me second guess myself." You respond in a jokingly stern manner.

"Okay, shoot, check it." Edward urges.

You pick up the envelope containing the culprit of the crime, the murder weapon, and the crime scene on it. Slowly, your hand slips open the folder paper, building anticipation with each small movement. You reach your hand into the envelope and pull out three cards, making sure to keep them facing yourself so Edward didn't see in case your answer was incorrect.

Mrs. Peacock.... dining room... revolver.

"HAH!" You exclaim, turning around the cards and nearly shoving them in Edward's face. "I won!"

Edward chuckles at your bragging attempts and snatches the cards from your hands to look at them, he can't see too well in the dark.

"Seeee Edward, I woooon." You giggle

"You sure did." He nods as he puts the cards down on the game board. "Good job." He smiles.

A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth at Edward's praise and the two of you sit, just smiling at each other in silence for a split instant.

"Do you want to play again?" Edward asks, looking ready to pick up the cards once more.

"Not really," You shake your head, "I think three rounds of Clue is enough for one night."

"Alright, then what should we do?"

"Hmm..." You hum, trying to think of something to do, suddenly realizing how much of your life relied on having electricity to keep things moving, "God, how did people in like, the middle ages not die of bordem?" You sigh, getting up off the couch.

"They were probably too busy dying of the plague first," Edward says, rather matter of factly. His retort makes you giggle sligtly as you walk over to one of your windows.

Looking out, the skyline is barely visible- the whole city is caped in a deep, dark, black. You find it kind of eerie. You imagine that people who live in the country, or even the suburbs, might be used to this sort of darkness, and it makes you feel a bit silly for being creeped out by the utter lack of light in your line of vision.

But suddenly, your interest peaks upwards, your eyes shift up just a little, and you notice something equally as peculiar as a pitch-black Gotham, a sky dotted with stars. Bright, glowing specks hang everywhere above the darkened city. It's a spectacle that causes you to smile, living in a city often meant you missed out on a lot of beauty that the natural world had to offer.

"Eddie, come here, look!" You turn around and motion for Edward to move towards you. He moves off the couch, moving at a casual pace to come meet you where you're standing not too far away. You turn back around to continue to look out the window, and a few moments later you can feel Edward's presence behind you.

"Look at that, hm" He hums, "A starry night in Gotham."

"Isn't it nice, Eddie?" You say, backing up slightly so your back just barely leaned against his stomach, your head nearly resting on his chest. You could sort of feel Edward tense at the slight contact between the two of you, and in return, you go to move yourself up to give Edward his personal space. But then, you feel Edward's hand just lightly ghost over your arm, which gives you the ok to stay where you are.

"Yeah," He responds quietly, "Nice."

The two of you stand in silence for a moment, Edward's fingertips continue to caress your arm, ever-so-lightly that you can barely notice they're there. You wondered if his soft movements were deliberate or if it was mindless and he hadn't noticed he was doing anything. You settled that you'd really prefer the former, but you wouldn't be surprised if it was only just the latter.

You tilt your head back, so now the crown of your head is resting almost completely on Edward's chest. You can see some of his face from where you're looking. Mostly just the bottom of his chin, but you can see parts of his nose and eyes.

"We should go on the roof and stargaze." You suggested with a smile before turning around so you're looking at him straight forward. "I mean, when are we ever going to get such a clear night again?" Edward peers down at you,

"Yeah-yeah, sure." He nods. "Are you sure its not too hot outside?"

"Eddie, it's too hot in here." Both statements were true, but, at least outside there is wind and better air circulation.

"You're right."

"I'll go get some blankets that we can lay on." You state before your tone changes slightly, "It'll be- Oh Eddie, it'll be so romantic." You giggle.

"R-romantic?" He stutters.

"Of course, Edward, me, you, under the stars, alone, wrapped up in blankets." You say, feigning drama in your voice.

"You're uh- you're just joking, right?" He says a little nervously, his face slightly flushed with pink. You couldn't quite tell if he was flustered from what you said, if he was embarrassed for asking, or if it was from the heat. Either way, despite your remark being somewhat of a joke, his question made your heart sink, he was so oblivious to your affection that it hurt.

"Yeah. Of course, Eddie," You half-smile, nodding your head.

"Of course," Edward nodded back, pursing his lips so they formed a straight line.

"I'll be right back." You say, before scurrying off to get some blankets. You roamed your apartment for a minute, trying not to accidentally bump into anything and injure yourself in the darkness. Eventually, you made your way to your small linens closet, where you grabbed a couple spare blankets, before heading back to Edward.

"Do you need help carrying those?" Asked Edward.

"No," You shook your head. "Can you just get the doors for me on your way out?"

Edward nodded, "Sure," and the two of you headed for the door. To be expected, the rest of the building was equally as dark as your apartment. You stepped out into the pitch black, unable to see virtually anything.

"Here." Said Edward before illuminating the hallway with the flashlight of his phone, "Now we can see." Even with the light from Edward's phone, the hallways were still eerily dark. Never since you had moved in had you ever seen the hallways not lit up. The dim light of Edward's phone against the peeling white paint of the walls made you feel like you were in a horror movie, which was almost more unnerving than no light at all.

"Are you okay?" Edward asked, perhaps noticing your hesitance to step any further into the hallway.

"I'm fine- just a little creeped out that's all. I've never seen the building like this."

"Oh- um- h-here! Let me carry some of the blankets." Edward said, reaching out, you gave two of the three you had grabbed, which was enough to leave you with one free hand. Edward tossed them over his shoulder, and with his empty hand, he grabbed your empty hand. "Is this okay?" He asked, as his fingers intertwined with yours.

"Yeah- yeah. Thanks, Eddie," You can't help it when a large grin creeps up on your face in response to Edward holding your hand. His hand is warm, sort of clammy, but, you don't mind, it's hot everywhere anyways.

With Edward's hand firmly holding onto yours, you found yourself suddenly confident to make to journey up to the roof. You lived on one of the higher floors of the building, so the walk up the staircase wasn't the most treacherous, only a few flights. But, combined with the lack of air conditioning tonight you felt a little more winded than usual on your walk up.

Taking a deep breath in and out, you finally reached the top of the stairs. Edward untangled his hand from yours which, sort of disappointed you, despite him having to free up a hand so he could open the door. As the door to the roof swung open a reliving breeze blew past you, making you sigh contently at the slight reprieve from the unbearable heat from inside.

"After you," Edward said, holding the door for you to head outside.

You stepped onto the gravel roof of the building and noted that it wasn't that much cooler outside than inside, but, anything was better than being stuck in that boiling apartment. Edward soon followed suit, the light from his phone's flashlight still shining in front of you.

You took a few paces forward before deciding on a good place to settle down. You waved out the blanket and placed it down, noting that you would have to bring all the blankets to the laundromat sometime tomorrow after bringing them outside.

"Sit here," You urged Edward, and patted the spot next to where you'd settled on the blanket. Edward placed one of the blankets he had down beside you and sat on top of it.

"Do you want this one?" Edward said, stretching out his arms to present the third blanket in his hands.

"Not right now." You shake your head, "Maybe if it gets cooler later." Edward nods and places the spare blanket bunched up across his lap.

For a moment, in silence, you look off into the expanse, your eyes falling over each of the unlit buildings until-

"God, would you look at that." You rolled your eyes and pointed out into the distance. Amongst all of the darkened buildings was one that stood out, right in the middle of Gotham, a glowing spectacle on this black night- Wayne Tower. "Poor Bruce Wayne can't even go a few hours without his electricity like the rest of us."

"Good to see the Prince of Gotham is following in his father's footsteps of doing absolute jackshit for our city." Edward scoffed, his dry, sarcastic laugh caused you to gaze over towards him as he spoke.

Growing up in Gotham you'd come to loathe its upper class, despite it only being a small few, they held more money than most people living here would even know what to do with, and still, they'd never done anything to help deal with the growing decay of the city. You'd seen firsthand what the neglect of Gotham's higher-ups had done to the city, and it filled a certain rage in you. When you'd met Edward years ago, you quickly realized that same rage had filled him too, only worse.

"The amount of times I went without electricity growing up-and he doesn't even have to forego it for a few hours for the sake of the city's entire power grid. Gotham's officials really know how to play fair- let the average people suffer, the ones who have to wake up early and go to work tomorrow and can't afford to lose a night's sleep because of uncomfortable conditions, the ones who don't have enough money to just buy new groceries because the food in the fridge spoiled while it's power was gone the ones who- sorry-" Edward said, stopping himself midsentence when he clocked you staring over at him.

"No-no-it's okay Edward, you can continue," You nod, implying that he should go on with his rant, "You're cute when you're mad anyway." You admit. 'God can he finally take the hint?' You hope to yourself.

"You think so?" Edward asks as he tilts his head to look down at the ground, a soft grin on his face. No, he can't.

"Oh, come on Eddie," You smirk and push his shoulder lightly, "You know I think so."

"If you say so."

You sigh, a bit disappointed in your efforts to compliment Eddie, "Do you want to finish what you were saying before, Edward?"

"N-no, it's alright. Do you want to lay down and look at the stars now? You know, like we planned." Edward speaks somewhat hesitantly, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"Sure."

You lean back, extending out your legs so you were fully laying down. It wasn't horribly uncomfortable, the softness of the blanket definitely masked some of the harsh bumps of the gravel roof, but not completely. You didn't exactly mind since you weren't really expecting it to be comfortable.

Edward began to lay down himself, "You can... you can lay on me if you want if the ground is too uncomfortable," Edward suggested, though the way he spoke made you assume he was a little nervous to.

"Okay," You smile, a little overcome with joy that he'd made such a suggestion.

You inched yourself a few inches over until your body came into contact with Edward's. Then, slowly, you laid your head on his chest and rolled the rest of your body over so you were about half on top of him, one leg draped over his, and one arm thrown across his chest.

"Comfortable?" He asks, a little shakily.

"Mhm," You hum, completely in bliss.

"Do you mind if I put my arms around you?"

"Go ahead,"

Edward wrapped one arm around your back, and with his other, he met your hand on his chest and intertwined his fingers with yours before bringing your hand to his side so the two of you were now embracing each other.

"Told you this would be romantic Edward,"

"Yeah-yeah you did." You weren't able to see from where you lay, but Edward's face was a bright shade of pink, and he had a huge smile drawn across his lips.

It was warm, Edward was warm, you were warm, it was warm outside- you weren't bothered but you worried that Edward would, you worried that any moment now he'd say he was uncomfortable and that he wanted you off of him. You'd hate for this moment to be disturbed because, despite the heat, it was blissful. You'd always felt so at peace with Edward, so overcome with admiration and joy whenever he was around. Now was no different, maybe even better. Of course, you knew you felt that way because you loved Ed, he was your best friend, obviously, you loved him. But recently you had begun to wonder just what kind of love you had for him.

As the moments passed, the two of you lay quietly drenched in moonlight. You focused on each of Edward's breaths, in and out just waiting for a sudden disturbance that would ruin your peace. But no such disturbance came and you eased into your position with Edward, confident that you'd be there for a little while. You listened in on the commotion of the city below, despite the lack of light- Gotham had not gone to sleep. There was the faint sound of music and passing cars, an argument somewhere in the distance, and the slight wailing of a cop car. To your surprise, Gotham hadn't fallen into complete chaos under the veil of darkness- and you wondered what did you think was really going to happen? The lights go out and the whole city turns into The Purge?

"Can I tell you a riddle?" Edward asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

"Sure Eddie, I can't guarantee I can solve it though." You'd always enjoyed it when Edward tried out his riddles with you, he had a natural knack for puzzles.

"I'm sure you'll get it- okay, some say that it's blind, it can be unrequited or felt on both sides, it's hard to express but even harder to hide."

"Hmmm... some say that it's blind..." You begin to repeat the riddle quietly to yourself in an effort to figure it out. You rack your brain for a few moments, "oh... love?! Is it love?"

"Yeah," Edward nods, rubbing your arm gently with his free hand, a proud smile sits on his face when you tell him the correct answer. "It's love."

"When did you come up with that one?"

"Oh-uhh just now actually."

"Really?" You ask, surprised. "You got love on the brain Edward?" You tease.

Edward gives a simple, unreadable "Mmm" in response and it's nearly impossible to tell whether he is confirming or denying your question. There's a sudden loudness to the rhythmic beating in his chest in response to your question. You swear you can hear every nuance of his pumping blood- it sort of blew your mind to think the force keeping him alive was mere inches from you, thumping loudly in your ear. You probably could have fallen asleep right there to that comforting rhythm if you weren't trying so damn hard to stay awake and savor every moment you had in Edward's arms.

You realize that you'd been so focused on Edward you'd forgotten the reason that you came up here- to look at the stars. You couldn't even really see them from where you lie on your side. This was better though, you had to admit.

You untangle your hand from Edward's, slipping your fingers from his grasp. You trace the tips of your digits along Edward's stomach and up to his chest where your rest your hand next to your head. Edward's now free arm moves from his side and wraps around you in a tight embrace.

"This okay?" He asks.

"It's perfect." You smile, your cheek nuzzling into his chest as your mouth bends upwards.

"I like this- ya know." Edward says, his voice wavering slightly.

"I do too Eddie." You can't help but snuggle closer to Edward at his admission, you were glad he was enjoying this moment because you were ecstatic.

"I just- is this normal? For friends?"

"What do you mean Edward?" You lift your head up slightly and Edward's arms drop from around you as you raise your body to look at him, propping your upper half up with your hands.

"Well, you know, before you I never really had any friends- so I'm sure being close like this is normal for people who've been friends for such a long time but- sometimes I feel like I just really want to kiss you and I- I just don't think that is."

"So then kiss me, Edward." You say nearly instantly, almost cutting him off. Your face looms over him and you're looking him dead in the eyes, too dumbfounded to even form a complete thought in response to him further than that.

"What?" He blinks a few times rapidly.

"Edward, please kiss me." You nearly beg, his own confession only making you realize how needy for him you were. You feel like you've somehow lost consciousness as nearly all awareness of what's going on around you slips from your grasp completely. It's only him, that's the only thing on your mind. You're only narrowly aware of the heaving of your chest as your eyes trail from Edward's own, down the slope of his nose- to his lips which partly hang open. They look soft and sweet- but you need to know for sure, you want to feel your lips on his.

"C-come here."

In that instant you're lowering your head down to his until your lips connect in a chaste kiss. Despite your hunger, there is nothing salacious about the way your lips move against his, it's sweet, loving even- you feel nearly moved to tears. Edward's hand finds it's way to your cheek, his calloused fingertips brush against your soft skin. His palm alone takes up nearly half your face, and his fingers reach around to cradle the back of your head.

Despite Edward's lack of romantic experience, the kiss isn't awkward and he's able to find his footing quickly. Even if Edward was a 'bad' kisser you wouldn't have cared- this is all you could have ever wanted. Both your heart and your brain felt about ready to explode. You felt your chest tighten so hard you worried your ribs could puncture a lung. Your breaths only narrowly escaped your throat, but who needs to breathe anyways?

Edward's fingertips dig into the base of your skull and gently tug at the hair that lies beneath them. The small pull makes you whine softly into Edward's lips, it's not sexual- it's not a lewd sound that escapes from your mouth, but rather something else. It's something far needier, far more desperate and you find yourself pulling away from the kiss before you actually start to cry.

The two of you are breathing heavily as you look deeply into each other's eyes, well, what you can see of each other's eyes. Your mouths both slightly parted in waiting game of who will talk first- a spontaneous exclamation hangs on either of your tongues.

"Why didn't you say anything sooner Eddie?" You choke out.

"Why would I?" His voice is barely a whisper as his lip quivers and his hand begins to fall from your cheek as you sit yourself upright. "I mean- I've tried- it just- I couldn't. Not directly." he stifles out.

"Do you think you'll still want to kiss me? Now that you have..." You ask nervously, worried that perhaps this was just a one-time thing he wanted to get out of his system.

"Yes," He nods ferociously, "I want to kiss you as many times as you let me."

"If you were to kiss me that many times, I think your lips would go raw." You giggle, absolutely verklempt at Edward's admission.

"I wouldn't mind." He shook his head as he smiled wide with bewilderment.

"Then sit up and kiss me."

Edward followed suit, pushing himself up from the ground with his hands, and soon those very hands are on you. Each of your palms holds each other's cheeks as your lips meet for the second time. It's just as euphoric as it was the first time, and he's just as sweet. You smile hard into the kiss which nearly disrupts the steady pace at which your lips moved together. You felt something akin to how Tears for Fears' Head Over Heels sounds.

The two of you pull away almost simultaneously and as your lips leave Edward's and all contact is lost you suddenly become aware of how much the temperature outside has dropped. Goosebumps dot the skin of your bare arms as a cool breeze drifts past you, causing you to shiver.

"Chilly?" Edward asks,

"A little."

"Come here," Edward waved you forward, and in a sudden bout of confidence, placed his hands on your hips to pull you into his lap. Once you were settled between Edward's crossed legs, he reached an arm in front of you to grab the spare blanket, wrapping the plush fabric around both you and him. Both of Edward's arms then find themselves wrapped around your midsection, pulling you close to him. "Better?"

"Definitely." You lean your head backward so it rests on Edward's shoulder, and at the angle at which your head is tilted, you can finally do what you came here to do, look at the stars.

Thousands of heavenly bodies twinkled above you and you admired them from way afar.

"Some of those stars are so far away that the light you're seeing up there might actually be centuries old," Edward informed. He always had a habit of knowing a plethora of fun facts that he'd announce when he felt appropriate. You smiled, enjoying his little factoid.

"Really?" You ask, "It feels like they're so close."

"Mhm," Edward mumbles into the side of your neck before placing a soft kiss against your skin.

You sigh at the contact between Edward's lips and your neck and completely relax into his touch. Your head falls to the side and your heavy eyelids close, you're tired. Edward is humming quietly, creating a comforting vibration against your ear.

Slowly, but surely, the relief of sleep begins to wash over you.

"Hey, hey," You heard Edward say just above a whisper, slightly rocking your body back and forth. Your eyelids raise very lazily as consciousness begins to seep back into you.

"What?" You mumble, your sleep unwilling to leave your body.

"The power just went back on, let me take you inside to bed."

"Mmmkay," You raise your head off Edward's shoulder, "Can you stay the night?"

"Of course."

#edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #the riddler #the riddler x reader #edward nashton fic #edward nashton fluff #edward nashton one shot #the riddler fic #the batman #dano! riddler x reader #dano!riddler #paul dano

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mirisss · 7 months

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Bloodbound

Vampire! Mun Junghyun x afab! human! reader

Wordcount ≈ 4.8k

Warnings: Blood, fighting, death, but still very fluffy

Genre: Vampire au, fantasy au, supernatural au,

Summary: Mun Junghyun has never truly been in love, even if has been alive for 300 years. No one has ever felt special to him. That was until he met, (Y/n). The human girl who made him feel alive. The girl who awoke a side of himself that he barely knew existed.

A Halloween special fic! Please reblog!

Bolded sentences at the start of a paragraph indicate a new chapter/a jump in time.

Third person POV

Mun Junghyun has been alive for 300 years. Or alive might be the wrong word to use. Junghyun’s a vampire. Has been for 282 years. He was bitten and turned when he was 18 years old. When he was first turned, he had to hide in the shadows, doing everything he could to not be found out. In today’s day and age, though, humans are a rarity while mystical supernatural creatures are the common norm. Through the years the supernatural creatures took over the world, with them becoming more and more common soon humans and supernaturals began falling in love and as the supernatural creatures' DNAs were stronger most children were born as supernatural creatures. Because of this, Junghyun didn’t have to worry about moving around or hiding anymore whenever it would become suspicious as to why he wasn’t aging.

Throughout his 300 years of being alive, Junghyun has never once been in love. Not even when he was still a human. All around him, he saw people falling in love left and right. He yearned to find someone who would make him feel as happy as the fairies who danced in the sky or the wolves who roamed the forest at night. He hoped and wished that he would soon stumble upon the person who would let him know how it felt to be in love and to be loved.

In the heart of Crestwood High, a place where the bustling halls echoed with teenage chatter and the scent of youth hung in the air, Junghyun found his immortal existence forever changed. His eyes met the shy gaze of an unassuming girl named (Y/n). In the midst of the bustling student body, her quiet presence was a beacon of calm amidst the storm. Her timid smile held a depth of kindness that intrigued him, and her eyes, though often cast downward, shone with an inner light that pulled at something deep within him. As he observed her from afar, he felt an inexplicable pull, an unseen force that drew him closer with each passing day.

Every stolen glance, every accidental meeting in the school library, fueled the burgeoning emotions in his undead heart. Junghyun, the three centuries-old vampire, was falling helplessly and irrevocably in love with the quiet girl who, unbeknownst to her, had rekindled the long-lost warmth in his frozen veins.

Junghyun walked into the library searching for the girl he longed to hold, though he had never truly spoken to her, he always had a deep desire to be close to her. He easily found her as his heightened senses allowed him to find her scent entangled with the scent of the books and the 78 other people in the library. As he walked into the aisle where (Y/n) stood, Junghyun smiled as he finally had a chance to speak with her. (Y/n) stood on her tiptoes trying to reach for a certain book, yet no matter how hard she tried to stretch herself, she could not reach the book. Junghyun approached her quietly, he gently reached over her head and put his hand on the book she was trying to reach.

“Is this the book that you need?” His silky voice sent a shiver down (Y/n)’s spine, yet it also brought her comfort as it was filled with warmth and care. (Y/n) turned her head and looked up at the boy who was standing behind her, she internally gasped at how beautiful the boy was. “Yes, thank you,” She whispered. Junghyun only gave her a warm smile in response as he brought the book down and handed it to the girl whose heart was beating just a little bit quicker than before. “Here you go, need any other book?” (Y/n) looked down at the floor.

(Y/n) recognized the boy in front of her now that she had a clear view of him. Mun Junghyun. A vampire. Often found around Lee Jeonghyeon, a fellow vampire, and Park Hanbin, a werewolf. (Y/n) had noticed that Junghyun often appeared at places where she would hang out, the library, and the rose garden a little east of the school’s backyard. Truth be told. She didn’t mind his company, (Y/n) often felt uneasy around most people it didn’t matter if they were human, fairy, vampire, werewolf, or anything else, but Junghyun never once made her feel scared or unsettled.

“Actually,” (Y/n) began but she stopped as she didn’t want to burden Junghyun, he probably offered out of courtesy, she thought. “Yes?” Junghyun encouraged her to continue, his smile ever so friendly. “I do have two more books I need for my literature essay. But you don’t have to help me get them, I don’t want to burden you,” “Nonsense, now which ones do you need?” Junghyun’s smile widened a bit more, happy that he found the perfect opportunity to finally speak with the girl he was so intrigued by.

(Y/n) allowed Junghyun to help her out after he gave her another persuading smile and a wink. Junghyun insisted on holding the books for her as they walked around the library searching for the books that she needed. This interaction led to the two speaking a bit more frequently, every once in a while when Junghyun showed up at the library he would sit and read beside (Y/n), or the times when he was in the rose garden when (Y/n) walked over there, they would sit by the fountain just talking about their days. Before they knew it, the two had become friends.

Junghyun yearned for an even deeper connection. He wished he could hold (Y/n) in his arms, hug her, kiss her, protect her, and show her parts of the world she didn’t know existed. Throughout his 300 years of living, he had never once felt this way about someone. He recognized some feelings as possessiveness, the feelings that told him to swoop her up and hide her away from everyone else. Junghyun never wanted to act on these feelings, though that proved to be harder than he thought.

Junghyun, despite his outgoing and kind demeanor, grappled with the innate instincts that came with his vampire nature. He was well aware of the darkness that lurked within him, the primal urges that occasionally clawed at the surface. Yet, his love for (Y/n) was a beacon of light that kept those instincts at bay. He tried his best to hold them back, fearing that if he ever let his guard down, she would be frightened by the depths of his true nature. He cherished their friendship and the connection they shared, cherishing the moments of laughter and understanding they found in each other. Every day, he fought his vampiric urges, determined to be the person she saw - the sweet, outgoing boy who made her smile. It was a constant battle, one he faced for the sake of their friendship and the burgeoning love he felt for (Y/n). And in those moments when his dark side threatened to consume him, it was the thought of her that kept him anchored, reminding him of the importance of control and the strength of their bond.

Over the course of a year, (Y/n) found herself drawn to Junghyun's kindness and gentle demeanor, his dark eyes hiding a depth of understanding that resonated with her in ways she couldn't explain. As their friendship deepened, she couldn't help but fall in love with him, captivated not just by his supernatural allure but also by the genuine connection they shared. In the library, amidst the scent of old books and the soft whisper of turning pages, their love story quietly bloomed, transcending the boundaries of their worlds. Despite their differences, they formed an unlikely friendship, bonding over their shared passion for stories and quiet moments.

One afternoon, as Junghyun and (Y/n) were about to meet in the serene rose garden behind the school, an ominous shiver crept down Junghyun's spine. His instincts, finely attuned to the darkness that lurked in the shadows, screamed at him to act immediately, warning that (Y/n) was in imminent danger. His heart raced as he felt a sense of foreboding wash over him. Without a second thought, he turned on his heels and sprinted towards the garden, propelled by an urgency he couldn't explain but dared not ignore. Every fiber of his being told him that he had to reach (Y/n) in time, to shield her from whatever sinister threat loomed ahead.

(Y/n) felt a sudden, inexplicable pang of dread grip her heart. It was as though the air had grown heavy with an unseen menace, making it hard to breathe. A shiver danced down her spine, raising goosebumps on her skin, and a sense of impending danger washed over her like a tidal wave. Confusion and fear clouded her thoughts, and her senses heightened, making every rustle of leaves and distant sound seem magnified, intensifying her anxiety. Instinctively, she clutched at her chest, her eyes widening with alarm as she scanned the garden, searching for Junghyun. The world around her seemed to blur as her eyes fell on a dark figure approaching her. She didn’t know who it was, all she knew was that it wasn’t Junghyun. A knot of unease tightened in her stomach, leaving her paralyzed with fear, unknowingly mirroring the danger Junghyun felt rushing towards her.

As Junghyun dashed into the rose garden, his heart pounded in his chest like a drum of war, each beat echoing the dread and determination that surged through him. His breath came in ragged gasps, and his eyes, normally warm and inviting, blazed with a fierce protectiveness. The sight that met his eyes struck him like a lightning bolt. There, under the fading light of the afternoon sun, (Y/n) lay unconscious, a frail figure amidst the vibrant roses. His eyes narrowed with a mix of fear and anger as he took in the scene – an unknown vampire standing over her, a sinister smirk playing on his lips.

Rage, pure and unbridled, coursed through Junghyun's veins, eclipsing his usual calm demeanor. The realization that someone dared to harm the person he cherished most awakened the primal instincts he fought so hard to control. His fangs elongated, and his nails sharpened into deadly claws. The world around him seemed to blur, his focus narrowing to the threat before him. With a feral growl, he lunged at the intruder, his movements swift and precise. Every fiber of his being screamed for retribution, demanding justice for the innocent girl lying defenseless at his feet. Junghyun's protectiveness transformed into a ferocious determination, vowing to vanquish the menace and shield (Y/n) from any harm, his love for her fueling his unwavering resolve.

Time seemed to stop as he fought the vampire who had dared harm (Y/n). Junghyun couldn’t tell how long they fought for, all he knew was that he would kill that man. He scratched, hit, kicked, and bit the man with every chance he had. The man did a number on Junghyun too, but he felt no pain, adrenaline coursing through his cold veins, all to keep (Y/n) safe. The sun had set, casting the sky into a dark blue hue as the stars began showing themselves to the world. At that time, the man finally fell without getting back up. Junghyun kneeled beside (Y/n), panting, out of breath from the fight and from the fear of losing the only girl he had ever loved.

With trembling hands and a heart heavy with fear, he gently cradled her in his arms, her fragile form a stark contrast to the fierce determination that had just fueled his fight. Tears welled in his eyes, spilling down his cheeks unchecked, as he looked down at her pale face, willing her to wake up, to be okay.

His voice broke into desperate, whispered pleas, his words a fervent prayer to whatever forces governed life and death. "Please, (Y/n), stay with me," he choked out, his voice raw with emotion. He pressed his lips to her forehead, his tears mingling with her skin, a silent testimony to his anguish. His grip on her tightened as if he could will his strength into her, his love and desperation pouring into her unconscious form. The world around him faded into insignificance, the only thing that mattered was the fragile heartbeat he clung to, the proof that she was still with him.

At that moment, Junghyun was no longer the supernatural being with centuries of existence; he was just a young man, pleading for the life of the girl he loved, willing to give anything, even his own existence, to ensure she would open her eyes and smile at him once more.

The world stood still for Junghyun as he held (Y/n) in his arms, his desperate pleas hanging in the air like a silent prayer. And then, just when hope seemed like a flickering candle in the dark, a faint tremor coursed through her arm, so subtle that only he, with his heightened senses, could perceive it. His heart skipped a beat as he felt the movement, his eyes widening with a mixture of disbelief and overwhelming relief.

"(Y/n)?" he whispered, his voice barely audible, his eyes fixed on her face. He gently brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, his touch light and tender as he searched for any sign of her returning to consciousness. The seconds felt like an eternity as he waited, his entire being hanging on the precipice of uncertainty.

And then, like the gradual dawn after a long, dark night, her eyelids fluttered open. Junghyun held his breath, his eyes locking onto hers, his heart swelling with a profound sense of gratitude. "(Y/n), you're back," he breathed, his voice breaking with emotion. At that moment, the weight of the world lifted from his shoulders, replaced by an overwhelming flood of joy and love. He cradled her face in his hands, his thumb gently brushing away the remnants of tears on her cheeks. Relief washed over him, knowing that she was awake, alive, and safe in his arms.

As (Y/n) blinked away the haze of unconsciousness, she found herself enveloped in Junghyun's warm, protective embrace. The pain, both physical and emotional, surged through her body, making her acutely aware of her fragile mortality. Despite the agony, there was a strange comfort in the fact that the boy she loved was by her side, holding her close as if he could shield her from the pain itself.

As Junghyun held (Y/n) in his arms, his grip tightened instinctively, as if trying to anchor her to the world. The weight of his emotions bore down on him, and he found himself unable to keep the words inside any longer. His voice, usually calm and composed, trembled with the intensity of his feelings.

"(Y/n)," he began, his voice soft, barely audible above the rush of his own heartbeat. He gazed into her eyes, his dark orbs reflecting a storm of emotions. "I love you," he confessed, the words hanging in the air, heavy with vulnerability. "I've loved you from the moment we met in that library. You've become my world, my reason for existing. The thought of losing you... it terrifies me beyond words. You're not just a friend to me. You're the beating of my heart, the light in my darkness. Every smile you've given me, every moment we've shared, they've become the most precious treasures of my existence."

His fingers traced the outline of her face, his touch tender as he continued, "I've been afraid to admit it, afraid that my feelings might burden you. But now, in this moment, with the possibility of losing you looming over us, I can't hold back any longer. I love you, (Y/n), with every fiber of my being. I would give anything to keep you safe, to see you smile, to hold you close. Please, stay with me. Choose to live, not just for me, but for the love that binds us, for the future we could have together. I can't imagine my eternity without you in it." His eyes, filled with unshed tears, pleaded with her, hoping she could see the depth of his love, his fear, and his desperate need for her to stay. “Let me turn you, that way, we can be together forever,”

In that moment, she gazed into Junghyun's eyes, seeing a mixture of relief, love, and an underlying sadness. His proposal hung in the air like a fragile thread, the possibility of a new life as a vampire. It was a choice that carried immense weight and consequence, and (Y/n) felt her heart race with uncertainty. The idea of immortality, of being with Junghyun forever, tugged at the corners of her mind, tempting her with the promise of eternal love.

As she considered the proposition, she realized the depth of Junghyun's devotion. In his eyes, she saw not just the fear of losing her but also a profound desire to share eternity together, to protect her from the passage of time and the inevitable pains of mortal life. It was a choice that would bind them in ways she could scarcely comprehend, a decision that held both the allure of everlasting love and the weight of a life irrevocably changed. In that moment of pain and love, (Y/n) found herself torn between the life she knew and the unknown, the boy she loved, and the unending night that lay ahead.

With her remaining strength, (Y/n) mustered the energy to look into Junghyun's eyes, her own filled with a mixture of love, fear, and acceptance. Every fiber of her being screamed in protest, her body growing numb as her lungs fought for air. Despite the overwhelming pain, she summoned the last ounces of her strength, her lips trembling as she whispered, "Junghyun, I love you too."

The words, though weak, carried a weight of determination and affection that resonated in the quiet space between them. It was a declaration of love, a promise of eternity, and a plea for him to understand the depth of her feelings. In that moment, she clung to the love they shared, using it as a lifeline, a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to consume her. With her final breath, she poured all her love into those words, hoping he would carry her love with him, even as she faced the unknown.

With (Y/n)'s heartfelt declaration of love hanging in the air, Junghyun's eyes glimmered with a mixture of determination and desperation. At that moment, he felt the weight of her words, the depth of their connection, and the urgency of the situation. Without a second thought, he bared his fangs, his vampiric instincts taking over as he pressed his lips to her neck.

He bit down, his fangs sinking into her skin. As her life essence flowed into him, he closed his eyes, focusing all his strength and willpower on the transformation. Time seemed to stretch, every second feeling like an eternity as he willed the process to be successful. He murmured words of love against her skin, his breath mingling with the scent of her blood, a fervent prayer for the universe to grant them this chance at eternity.

He wished with every fiber of his being that he had managed to turn her in time, to bind her fate to his and grant her the immortality he possessed. He held onto the hope that their love, pure and unwavering, would be enough to guide her through the threshold between life and undeath, forever intertwining their destinies in the darkness.

The transformation would take hours until it was fully complete, Junghyun gently lifted (Y/n) into his arms as he began walking to his apartment. He couldn’t keep her out there in the cold night to heal, no it would be better for her to be somewhere comfortable.

With great care, Junghyun cradled the unconscious (Y/n) in his arms, her fragile form a stark contrast to his supernatural strength. With determined steps, he carried her to his apartment, a place where he felt the most secure, hoping it would offer her the comfort and safety she needed to heal.

Entering his apartment, he laid her down on a soft, plush couch, gently arranging her limbs to ensure she was as comfortable as possible. The dim light cast a soft glow over the room, creating a serene atmosphere amidst the shadows. Junghyun moved quietly, his every action careful and deliberate, his focus entirely on her well-being.

He fetched clean, soft blankets, covering her with a gentle touch, tucking her in as if shielding her from the world's harsh realities. Nearby, he set up a chair, vowing to keep a vigilant watch over her as she rested. The air in the apartment was filled with a mix of anticipation and worry, Junghyun's eyes never leaving her face as he waited for any sign of her awakening.

When (Y/n) finally stirred, her eyes fluttering open in the soft light of Junghyun's apartment, his heart leaped with relief. The exhaustion that had etched lines of worry on his face instantly melted away, replaced by a profound sense of gratitude and joy. His eyes, normally so composed, glimmered with emotion as he watched her regain consciousness.

"(Y/n)," he breathed, his voice barely more than a whisper, filled with a mixture of tenderness and awe. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek as if assuring himself that she was truly awake and safe. "You're awake," he said, a soft smile playing on his lips, his voice filled with overwhelming relief. He carefully helped her sit up, his touch gentle yet reassuring, his eyes never leaving her face.

"You had me so worried," he admitted, his voice laced with vulnerability. "I thought I had lost you. I'm just... I'm so glad you're okay." His words were filled with sincerity, his relief palpable as he held her hand in his as if grounding himself in the reality of her presence. The depth of his feelings for her was laid bare, his love shining through his eyes like a beacon in the dark.

Confusion flickered in (Y/n)’s eyes as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. The last thing she remembered was the pain, the darkness closing in, and now she found herself in this unfamiliar yet strangely comforting place.

"Where... where am I?" she murmured, her voice barely audible, her gaze shifting around the room before finally settling on Junghyun. His face, etched with relief and worry, came into focus, and her eyes widened with recognition. There was a flicker of familiarity, a sense of trust that made her heart race.

"You're in my apartment," Junghyun said gently, his voice a soothing balm to her disoriented mind. "You passed out, and I brought you here to help you heal."

She instinctively touched her neck, expecting to feel pain, but there was only a dull ache. Confusion clouded her eyes as she spoke, her voice laced with a mix of awe and bewilderment, "But... how am I here? I remember... I remember feeling like I was dying."

Junghyun hesitated for a moment before he took a deep breath, his eyes searching hers. "I turned you," he confessed, his tone soft but laden with a weighty truth. "I couldn't bear to lose you. I wanted to save you."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened in astonishment, her hand trembling as she tried to comprehend the enormity of his revelation. The realization dawned on her that she was no longer human, that she had crossed a threshold into a life she hadn't chosen. A whirlwind of emotions – fear, curiosity, and gratitude – surged within her. She looked at Junghyun, a mix of confusion and acceptance in her eyes, as she whispered, "Thank you... for saving me."

In the days that followed, (Y/n) remained in Junghyun's apartment, her new sanctuary and training ground as she adjusted to her newfound existence. Under Junghyun's patient guidance, she learned the intricacies of being a vampire: the heightened senses, the strength that now flowed through her veins, and the insatiable thirst for blood that required delicate control. It was a challenging journey, filled with moments of frustration and temptation, but Junghyun was there every step of the way, offering his wisdom and support.

Junghyun taught her the importance of restraint, helping her hone her abilities and keep her instincts in check. As the days passed, (Y/n) grew stronger and more confident, her bond with Junghyun deepening with each shared experience.

Yet, amid the challenges, there were moments of unexpected beauty. Junghyun showed her the wonders of the night, the hidden corners of the city where vampires roamed freely, unseen by prying eyes. They explored the world together, embracing the darkness as their shared realm, finding solace in the understanding that only they could truly comprehend.

In those quiet moments, (Y/n) also discovered the depth of Junghyun's love. He was not just her mentor but her confidant, her rock in the storm of her new life. His unwavering belief in her, his ability to see the human within her vampire form, reassured her in ways she couldn't explain. Their connection became a source of strength, a testament to the power of love in the face of the unknown.

As the nights turned into weeks, (Y/n) found herself not just surviving but thriving in her new existence, with Junghyun by her side, guiding her with a steady hand and a heart full of devotion. Together, they embraced the eternal night, finding comfort and purpose in the shared journey of two souls bound by an immortal love.

The night was quiet, the world outside Junghyun's apartment shrouded in a gentle darkness. A soft, silvery glow from the moon spilled into the room, casting intricate patterns across the walls. (Y/n) and Junghyun stood facing each other, their eyes locked in a moment that felt suspended in time. The air was charged with an unspoken intensity, a mingling of anticipation and nervous energy.

Junghyun's fingers brushed against (Y/n)'s cheek, his touch feather-light, as if he was afraid she might vanish if he pressed too hard. His eyes, deep and intense, searched hers for permission, for a sign that she was ready for this next step in their relationship. (Y/n) met his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and affection, her heart fluttering in her chest like a caged bird yearning to be set free.

With a barely audible sigh, Junghyun closed the distance between them, his lips soft and warm as they met hers in a tender, hesitant kiss. It was a moment of exquisite vulnerability, a shared exploration of unspoken emotions. Their lips moved together, a gentle dance of longing and affection, conveying what words could not.

Time seemed to stand still as they kissed, the world outside fading into insignificance. It was their first taste of intimacy, a moment of connection that transcended the boundaries of the physical world. In that kiss, they shared not just their passion but the depth of their emotions, a silent promise of love and understanding that would guide them through the eternity that lay ahead.

As they finally broke the kiss, their eyes met once more, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. It was more than a kiss; it was a declaration of their love, a promise to stand by each other in the endless nights to come. In that quiet moment, their hearts spoke volumes, sealing their bond in a way that words could never capture. Bloodbound for eternity.

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GaaSaku 2023 FanFest Day2

Prompt: First Time/First Kiss

(AU)

He’d been hoping for the break in weather to last just a little longer, but the six-day streak they were on came to an abrupt end when Gaara stepped out of his house and observed the darkening skies overhead. He grabbed his rain gear before leaving, it hadn’t begun to sprinkle yet, but when it did, he wouldn’t have much time before the skies opened up. Quick steps would close the gap between his residential block and the east end of campus in no time, he knew all the short cuts and which backyards to cut through when he was running late, and he double-checked the contents of his bag as he went.

Late or not, Gaara didn’t want to be caught in the rain, he hated the rain.

When he first moved up here for school, he thought he would like experiencing different weather more often. Where he was from, rain was a rarity and the clouds were merely for decoration. They passed by without ever spilling a drop, but now that he couldn’t seem to go a week without this bleak atmosphere and droning drizzles, he missed those parched skies desperately. The American southwest had been his whole world until he flipped it all on its head to move to northeast Oregon and pursue his talents in art. Rocky soil and arid plants had been his home, clear skies with stars for miles, the smell of heat in the air, that was what he yearned for again.

First period was Life Drawing, a coveted class that he’d finally been able to convince his advisor to help him get into. He’d been trying since freshman year but it maxed out quicker than anything else in his major, and now that he had gotten one of those seats, he couldn’t afford to miss any of it. Quite literally; he’d taken loans and received grants to afford moving up here for art school.

Arriving before the start of class, and just before the start of the downpour, he set up his station at his usual spot; at the back by the door, first easel by the center aisle. It provided the best view of the subject with the isle next to him no matter where his classmates set up, and he preferred being in the back anyway. He took his sketchbook out and warmed up his hand while the class filled in. Soon, when the model arrived, the professor gave their instructions, and class went underway.

For the first half hour, the classroom was silent save for the charcoal scratches on paper and the rain drizzling on the roof. The monotonous pattering always made him feel so sluggish and he didn’t appreciate how tired he became during his first class of the day. One of these days, Gaara had thought since beginning this class, he was going to pass out right there at his easel.

It may have even been today, but the doorknob to the art room clicking and the old hinges creaking open caught his attention.

“Sorry, sorry,” came an embarrassed whisper as someone slipped into class. “I had a hard time finding- Oh!”

He, and everyone else in the class, all jumped a little and looked over to see who had just walked in to class late and gasped like that.

She had her pastel pink hair done up in a messy bun with bedhead fraying out at the sides. A grey campus sweater was damp across the top, she clutched a textbook to her chest, and had a fully stuffed backpack pulling at one shoulder. She’d been wearing sweatpants and slides, and she’d clearly caught herself in the chilly morning rain. Coming in the door right next to him, just a few feet away, he could see a distinctive blush cover her face as her eyes widened at the sight of their nude model. He watched them move up and down, mouth agape, only to tear away a moment later as she ducked her head and brought her hands up to her face.

“Oh god!” she gasped again, her voice shaking with embarrassment. “I’m sorry! I – I must be in the wrong place.” As she whipped around, shielding her eyes from the naked man stood dumbfounded on the center riser, her backpack slid off her shoulder, pulled at her arm, and tossed her book to the floor. It also ran straight into his easel and nearly knocked it over.

“Watch it!” he spat, an impulse reaction as he steadied his easel and dodged a textbook to the foot.

She flushed even deeper and dove after her book, he could read Anatomy on the spine before she snatched it off the floor. “I’m so sorry,” she apologized as she stood and backed up from him. “I’m sorry, I was just trying to get to-” she broke away from his disgruntled stare and saw the rest of the room watching her, effectively silencing her with social mortification.

The professor stepped forward then, standing between her and their volunteer model for the period, and pointed to the door she’d left open. “Miss, if you’re not part of this class, please leave,” she said firmly.

“Of course,” the student agreed, repositioning her backpack and fidgeting with the book in her arms. “I am so sorry.” She glanced back at Gaara with an apologetic half smile and fumbled with the loose doorknob of the classroom.

Her footsteps could be heard receding down the hallway and when Gaara looked back to the professor she made a gesture to the door, to which he responded by latching it shut and locking it.

That was the first time he saw her.

After that he had spent the next few weeks working on a couple pieces and he’d had to spend extra time on campus in the studio. Thankfully the cafés were usually stocked well enough with quick meals and coffee round the clock, they’d been his lifeline this week while he put in the extra hours. He’d been sleeping like shit and he assumed trying to work on his projects at his place would only tempt him to procrastinate for the sake of sleep.

It was on his way back toward the door during one of these visits that he noticed a familiar messy bundle of hair bent over the table at a corner booth. There were papers strewn about beneath her diligent hands scribbling away, and two textbooks lay open for her reference. She sat alone, with a few crumpled wrappers and an empty bottle at the edge of the table, he could see the cord of a singular headphone dangling from her ear.

He hadn’t thought about running into her again, but with his dinner in one hand and his drink in the other, he found himself walking toward that booth she sat in. Gaara hadn’t made a habit of being outwardly social, especially if he didn’t share a class with someone, and she clearly hadn’t even been part of his major given the textbook she’s nearly thrown at him. Though, it was a good thing, he figured; she was avoidable enough if things bombed, but he hoped she wouldn’t mind a last-minute addition to her study table, there were plenty of open seats as it were.

She hadn’t noticed his approach but when he slid into the booth opposite her and placed down his coffee, she stopped her writing and peered across the table. She seemed confused upon first glance, but when she lifted her head and straightened her back, the recognition to cross her face was complimented by his own greeting.

“Well,” he said with a smirk. “If it isn’t Miss I’m so sorry.”

He could see her shoulders drop with her steady exhale as her ears turned pink. She pulled the headphone out of her ear and put her pencil down. “Lovely,” she mumbled with a glance to the side. “Can I help you?” she asked, folding her arms over her chest and mirroring his slouched pose. “I’m trying to study.”

“I just had a question,” he stated, keeping his voice smooth, appreciating the opportunity to take in the color of her eyes. She raised an eyebrow as he took a casual sip of his coffee. “How does someone show up to the wrong classroom nearly four weeks into the semester?”

She furrowed her brows in response and answered his question with her own. “What’s it matter to you?”

“You’re medical?” he guessed, gesturing to the array of papers she was working on. “How’d you end up at Life Drawing in the art building?”

She scoffed and straightened her papers, now embarrassed of her messy spread. “They’re on the same side of campus,” she said in her defense. “I went to the wrong building and asked an art student where Anatomy was.”

He stifled his laugh but he couldn’t hold back his grin. She looked away. “They did you dirty,” he jested. “But you should have known your way to class by then.”

Again, she glanced at him before speaking her explanation to the empty seat next to her, avoiding his eyes. “I hadn’t been on campus yet this year,” she huffed with a bit of attitude coming through in her voice. “I had to take most of my classes online while I was back home with my dad taking care of my mom, so I’m trying to catch up.”

Hesitating with the snarky response after that, he instead asked, “This your first year on campus?”

She shook her head. “Second, I’ve been…online a lot. You?”

“Third,” he answered as he opened the wrapper to his food and settled in across from that tempered look she gave him, though she never told him to leave.

That had been the first time he sat with her in the café.

He had a newfound appreciation for his time spent in the art studio, as over the following weeks it offered him plenty more opportunity to crash her solo evening study sessions in his new favorite booth. It took a couple times of him calling her Sorry for her to give up her name more or less unprovoked, and he’d given over his even though she hadn’t asked for it. Sakura – he wouldn’t be forgetting that – always sported the same messy updo and comfortable athleticwear, a classic look of socks with slides that he didn’t care for until she had worn it so well, and it was only twice that he’d seen her studying without that singular headphone in. Her note taking started to slow when he came around recently, she looked up from her books more, and even allowed his company long enough to take his book out and sketch in between projects. The winter was also beginning to settle in, and the icy rains and biting wind gave him plenty of excuses to stay longer when he came by, even when he didn’t need to put in the studio time, and he used them.

One evening, Gaara had gotten there before her and sat at the back of the booth, welcoming Sakura to the seat next to him upon her arrival. After an hour and half of scribbling and silence nearly the whole time, Gaara felt confident enough in the skills he’d honed thus far in his curriculum to reach across the table and put the open page of his sketchbook in front of her. He’d spent that evening sketching the way she looked as she studied; hunched over the table with her pencil straight up, her face inches from her paper, concentrating and focused beyond distraction. He’d grown to love that meticulous and analytical look in her eyes, and he wanted to show her the best that he could do.

Sakura had glanced over only to doubletake, her pencil dropping as she slid the book in front of her. She looked up at him, those round eyes reflecting the dim lights of the campus café, her lips slightly parted, and he wished he’d had the perspective to sketch those features as well.

“Is this me?” she had asked, earning an uneven grin from him that, like many of his others had before, made her cheeks tinge just a little.

“Who else would it be?” he replied as he leaned back in the booth, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his feet stretched out in front of him. He didn’t bother moving his foot when his boot knocked against hers and rested there under the table, and neither did she.

She responded by simply admiring herself on the page a little more, a free hand now playing with a lock of hair that had fallen loose from her bun.

He could have sworn his heart was going to beat out of his chest, but he took a steady breath while she admired his work. “I have a project at home I have to work on,” he said, gauging how her soft smile fell a little bit as she looked at his sketch, showing just a smidge of disappointment in the casual way he’d brought up his departure.

“All right,” Sakura said, her tone light as she folded closed his book and slid it back to him.

Without reaching for his sketchbook, he continued, “My roommate’s girlfriend is gonna come by later, said she’d pick up takeout on her way.” Gaara knocked his boot against hers more deliberately this time and Sakura glanced up to him, visibly swallowing. He willed himself to keep his cool and, trying his hand at the bold approach – as it had been working in his favor so far, he made a show of admiring the blush settling across her cheeks and tinting her ears red. “She’ll pick something up for you,” he said, her eyes going a bit wide when he asked, “Why don’t you come over?”

She hadn’t answered right away, and had only begun stammering an o-okay when she looked down to start straightening her papers.

Gaara couldn’t hope to understand which papers went with which, but he scooped them up all the same and shut them inside her textbooks, grabbed them with his sketchbook and tossed them all in his bag to carry for her. Still trying to play it cool even in his haste, the anxious excitement hadn’t fully set in until he heard the zipper of her parka slide shut and saw its fuzzy-lined hood come up to frame her rosy face.

That was the first time he’d asked her over to his place, and he’d been building up the courage to do so for weeks.

When they left the café together and were met with the wet sleet falling quietly in the streetlights, his heart nearly flipped in his chest when she remarked that her dorm was so close to the café, she hardly ever brought an umbrella and worried about her backpack getting wet in the rain. Knowing he’d see her today; he was fully prepared for this miserable weather and even welcomed it. Slipping his umbrella out from the side sleeve of his bag, he opened it over them. It was a large umbrella given that he often had to carry his portfolio to and from campus, but he welcomed how she still drew closer to him to fit under it, and how she bumped into him a few times as he showed her the way to his house.

He’d let his roommate know that he was bringing someone over later but hadn’t gone into details, he didn’t know if she would actually accept his offer, and he slipped him a twenty for an extra entre order that evening. But she had accepted, and he hoped the heads-up text he’d sent him when they were walking over would be enough for him to make a good impression. When they arrived at his house though, he should have known he’d have nothing to worry about; his roommate had a dog, a puppy no less, so he was huge hit with Sakura for a little longer than Gaara would have liked.

But, to his credit, during that time he read the room and figured out what Sakura wanted from their takeout restaurant, passed the order along to his girlfriend, and took the dog out for a bathroom break after the excitement of meeting a new person. She turned so coy when the door shut and they stood alone in the living room, perhaps she could feel the energy burning off him, or maybe she was just nervous in new places.

Lifting a hand, he tapped the back of his fingers against the arm of her jacket and she gripped her backpack straps just a little tighter, the cold air they had walked through was her only excuse for the color on her face. “Come here,” he said, motioning through the living room as he led her to the back hallway. “You can put your stuff in my room, all my supplies are in there.”

She chewed her lip and nodded, her eyes wandering and taking in everything on display in his rental as she followed him. He opened his door for her, took her backpack and jacket, and set them on his bed. His door had always swung shut a little on its own, but it wouldn’t close, and he let it be.

Not wanting to look anxious, he gave her his sketch board to lay her notes flat on and brought out his current piece to showcase his progress. Perhaps not the best idea, since the thoughtful way she looked over his work had him nearly sweating bullets, but he breathed a quiet sigh of relief when she said she liked it and continued to study it for a moment.

Goaded on by his small success, he stepped next to her, as if to observe his piece from her own perspective, and he could practically feel the way she tensed as he got closer. He bent down slightly, his face level with hers, and asked as he glanced over, “I think I did pretty good this time, what do you think?” His voice had dropped and turned raspy upon seeing her here in his house, in his room; he thought he’d been fantasizing to pursue this outcome.

Sakura had apparently felt the same.

Free from her backpack and puffy jacket, and compelled by weeks of indecisive desire, she had reached for him without warning and pulled him close. She pressed her lips against his and fisted her hands in the collar of his shirt, desperate to hold onto him, and she was shaking because of it.

That had been the first time he kissed her; an unexpected and treasured payoff to the time he’d invested withstanding her skeptical and arduous vetting, all the while casually sowing the seeds that had led to this moment. Sakura was gasping when she pulled away at first, he’d almost been able to tell her to calm down, but then she pulled him back again and he grinned against her lips.

She had melted, welcoming any touch that he gave her, and allowed herself to be pressed against him. Bemused, Gaara thought over how he might turn this first visit into the first night she would spend at his place, as she appeared eager enough to be convinced.

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