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callsigns-haze · 26 days

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Short love: Chp 16

Summary: The is about widowed father Bradley Bradshaw who enlists his brother-in-law Jake Seresin and childhood best friend Robert Floyd to help raise his three daughters, eldest Donna Jo Margaret (D.J for short), middle child Stephanie and youngest Michelle in his San Diego home.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Warning: Fluff, flirting, Smut

Jake and Y/n lounged by the private pool of their luxurious hotel suite in Bora Bora, the crystal-clear waters shimmering in the warm sunlight. Surrounded by lush greenery and with nothing but the sound of gentle waves lapping against the shore, they relished the tranquility of their honeymoon paradise.

Y/n leaned back in her lounge chair, a contented smile playing on her lips as she sipped a refreshing tropical drink. Jake sat beside her, his arm draped casually around her shoulders as he admired the breathtaking view.

"This is perfect," Y/n sighed, her eyes drifting closed as she soaked in the peaceful ambiance.

Jake nodded in agreement, his gaze lingering on his beautiful wife. "Absolutely perfect," he murmured, his heart overflowing with happiness.

As they basked in the bliss of their honeymoon getaway, surrounded by love and serenity, Jake and Y/n knew that their journey together was just beginning. With each passing moment, their bond grew stronger, and they cherished every precious moment together in this idyllic paradise.

As the sun began its descent, casting a golden glow over the horizon, Jake and Y/n decided to take a dip in the pool. With laughter and playful splashes, they embraced the warm embrace of the water, reveling in the joy of being together.

Y/n's laughter echoed through the air as Jake scooped her up in his arms, twirling her around in the water. Their hearts danced with happiness as they shared tender kisses, each one a testament to the depth of their love.

As the evening drew near, they wrapped themselves in soft towels and settled into a cozy embrace on the poolside lounge chairs. With the stars twinkling above and the gentle rustle of palm trees in the breeze, they shared dreams and whispered promises of forever.

Their honeymoon in Bora Bora was a magical beginning to their married life, filled with love, laughter, and cherished memories. And as they gazed into each other's eyes under the moonlit sky, they knew that their love would only continue to grow stronger with each passing day.

In the tranquil ambiance of their private poolside paradise, Jake and Y/n decided to indulge in a romantic evening under the stars. They lit candles around the pool, their flickering flames casting a soft, warm glow over the surroundings.

With a Bluetooth speaker playing soft melodies in the background, they swayed together in a tender dance, their hearts beating in perfect harmony. The night air was filled with the sweet scent of tropical flowers, adding to the enchanting atmosphere.

As they danced, Jake whispered sweet words of love into Y/n's ear, each one melting her heart a little more. They shared intimate moments, lost in each other's gaze, feeling as if time stood still in their own little corner of paradise.

After their dance, they settled onto a plush lounge chair, cuddled close together under a blanket. With a bottle of champagne in hand, they toasted to their love and future together, savoring every sip and every precious moment.

As the night wore on, they lost themselves in conversation, sharing hopes, dreams, and aspirations for the future. With the gentle lullaby of the ocean in the background, they felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over them, knowing that they were exactly where they were meant to be.

Y/n melted into Jake's embrace, her back pressed against his bare chest as they lounged on the comfortable chair by the pool. The warmth of his body against hers sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire of desire within her.

As Jake's lips found their way to her neck, trailing soft kisses along her skin, Y/n's breath hitched in her throat. His touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, and she arched her neck, offering herself to him completely.

With each gentle suckle and nibble, Jake left a trail of fiery kisses along Y/n's neck, marking her as his own. His touch was both tender and passionate, sending her heart racing with desire.

Lost in the heat of the moment, they surrendered to the intoxicating sensation of their love, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. In that perfect moment, with the stars twinkling overhead and the sound of the ocean in the background, they were completely consumed by their love for each other.

Their intimate moment by the poolside was filled with a sense of raw passion and undeniable connection. Y/n's senses were heightened as Jake's lips continued to explore her neck, sending electric pulses of pleasure through her body.

With each tender kiss, Y/n's heart raced faster, her breath becoming shallow as desire consumed her. She traced her fingers lightly over Jake's arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch.

As Jake's lips traveled lower, Y/n's body tingled with anticipation, her skin aflame with desire. She let out a soft sigh of pleasure, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.

Lost in the intensity of their embrace, they were completely immersed in the moment, their passion igniting like wildfire. In each other's arms, they found solace, love, and a connection that transcended words.

Their love was a flame that burned brightly, illuminating the darkness and filling their hearts with warmth and light. And as they surrendered to the bliss of their union, they knew that their love would only continue to grow stronger with each passing day.

Their embrace deepened, and Y/n's senses were consumed by Jake's touch. With each gentle caress, she felt herself surrendering to the overwhelming passion that enveloped them.

Jake's lips trailed a path of fire along her skin, leaving a trail of soft kisses that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. Y/n's heart pounded in her chest as she lost herself in the intoxicating sensation of his touch.

As they lay entwined by the poolside, time seemed to stand still, their bodies pressed together in a fervent embrace. The world faded away, leaving only the two of them lost in the throes of desire.

Their love was a symphony of passion and longing, each moment a testament to the depth of their connection. In that moment, they were united in body and soul, their love burning brighter than the stars above.

As they reveled in the ecstasy of their union, they knew that their love was an eternal flame, destined to burn fiercely for all eternity. And as they held each other close, they vowed to cherish every moment of their forever together.

Their hearts beat as one, the rhythm of their love echoing in the stillness of the night. Y/n's fingers traced delicate patterns along Jake's skin, her touch igniting a fire that burned deep within him.

With each whispered word and tender caress, they became lost in the depths of their passion, their souls entwined in a dance of love and desire. The world around them faded into insignificance as they surrendered to the intoxicating pull of their connection.

As Jake's lips met Y/n's in a searing kiss, time seemed to stand still, the universe holding its breath as their love blazed like a beacon in the darkness. In that moment, they were infinite, their love transcending the boundaries of time and space.

Their bond was unbreakable, forged in the fires of passion and tempered by the trials of life. And as they held each other close, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, their love guiding them through the darkest of nights and the brightest of days.

Y/n's breath caught in her throat as Jake's touch ignited a fierce desire within her. With each tantalizing caress, she felt herself surrendering to the overwhelming passion that consumed them.

His fingers traced a path of fire along her skin, leaving a trail of electric sparks in their wake. Y/n arched her back, a silent plea for more as she craved the ecstasy of his touch.

As Jake's fingers dipped lower, tracing the contours of her body with an expert touch, Y/n's senses were ablaze with longing. Every nerve in her body screamed with pleasure as she surrendered herself completely to the intoxicating sensation.

Lost in the throes of their passion, they were consumed by a fiery desire that knew no bounds. In that moment, they were one, their bodies and souls united in a symphony of love and ecstasy.

As they spiraled ever deeper into the abyss of their desire, they knew that this was only the beginning of their journey together. And as they melted into each other's embrace, they vowed to cherish every moment of their forever.

Jake's fingers moved with purpose, tracing delicate patterns along Y/n's heated skin. Each touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, igniting a fire that burned deep within her core.

With each caress, Y/n's breath hitched in her throat, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their passion. She arched her back, a silent invitation for more as Jake teased her with his tantalizing touch.

His fingers danced over her, exploring every curve and contour with a skillful precision that left her trembling with anticipation. As he reached her most sensitive places, Y/n's entire body quivered with desire, her heart racing in her chest.

Lost in the ecstasy of their union, they moved together in a symphony of desire and longing. Their bodies melted into one another, their souls intertwining in a dance of love and pleasure.

In that moment, there was only the two of them, lost in the throes of their passion. And as they surrendered to the overwhelming sensation of their love, they knew that they were destined to be together, now and for all eternity.

Jake's touch grew bolder as his fingers found their way to the very center of Y/n's heat. With each stroke, a surge of electricity shot through her, igniting a fierce desire that consumed her completely.

His touch was like fire against her skin, sending her senses into overdrive as she lost herself in the ecstasy of their union. Y/n's breath came in ragged gasps as Jake's fingers danced over her, teasing and tantalizing her with every movement.

As he pressed against her most intimate places, Y/n's body responded with a desperate hunger, craving more of his touch. Her hips arched instinctively, a silent plea for him to take her to the heights of pleasure.

In that moment, there was no past or future, only the intense sensation of their love burning bright. They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies aching with need as they surrendered to the primal urge that consumed them.

With each passing moment, their passion grew deeper, their connection stronger. And as they soared to the pinnacle of pleasure together.

Jake's fingers slid inside Y/n's heat, exploring the depths of her desire with a relentless determination. With each thrust, a wave of pleasure washed over her, threatening to consume her completely.

Y/n gasped as Jake's touch sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her body. His fingers moved with a rhythmic precision, driving her wild with desire as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensation.

She clung to him, her nails digging into his skin as she rode the wave of pleasure that he unleashed within her. Every movement sent her closer to the edge, her body trembling with anticipation as she approached the brink of ecstasy.

As Jake continued to move inside her, Y/n felt herself teetering on the edge of release. With one final thrust, she tumbled over the edge, her world exploding into a kaleidoscope of sensation as pleasure consumed her completely.

In that moment, there was only Jake and Y/n, lost in the throes of their passion. And as they surrendered to the bliss of their union, they knew that their love would burn bright for all eternity.

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n3vee · 2 days

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Meadows

Picnic with Olivia :))

I guide her out of the car and through the soft grass, holding her hand tightly. The scent of fresh grass and blooming flowers fills the air, and the sound of rustling leaves is the only accompaniment to our footsteps.

"Okay, you can take it off now," I say softly, my voice trembling with anticipation.

She pulls the blindfold away, and I hold my breath, watching her face light up with surprise and delight. Before us lies a breathtaking meadow, an expanse of green with gentle hills and a symphony of colors from the wildflowers. Right in the middle is a plaid blanket spread out with an array of her favorite foods: fresh fruits, sandwiches, pastries, and a chilled bottle of sparkling lemonade.

"Do you like it?" I ask, biting my lip nervously.

"Like it? I love it!" she exclaims, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me close. "This is perfect, Olivia."

I laugh, the sound like music in the open air. "I wanted to do something special for you. We've both been so busy, and I thought we could use a little escape."

She leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. "You always know how to make me feel so loved."

Together, we settle on the blanket, diving into the feast I’ve prepared. Between bites of juicy strawberries and sweet macarons, we talk and laugh, sharing stories and dreams under the warm sun. Y/N looks radiant, her hair catching the light, and her eyes reflecting the happiness of the moment.

As the afternoon sun begins its descent, casting a warm glow over the meadow, I feel a wave of affection wash over me. She leans in to kiss me, gently at first, then with more passion. I respond eagerly, my hands coming up to cup her face, my touch tender and filled with love.

She pulls back just enough to whisper against my lips, "I love you, Olivia. Thank you for today. It's been magical."

My eyes shine with unshed tears, and I smile, pulling her close again. "I love you too, more than words can say. And there's nothing I'd rather do than spend my time making memories like this with you."

As the day turns to dusk, we lay together on the blanket, wrapped in each other's arms, watching the sky transition into a canvas of pinks and purples. The world seems to fade away, leaving just the two of us in our perfect little paradise, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the love that binds us together.

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belit0 · 10 months

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Can please do Warrior by beth Crowley, I feel like this song would fit Indra and hsi wife, where the wife has powerful ablities and she wants him to help her.

I don't know if you've heard of the song before so but the lyrics match Indra and his wife so much, well mostly his wife

"You fascinated me

Cloaked in shadows and secrecy

The beauty of a broken angel

I ventured carefully

Afraid of what you thought I'd be

But pretty soon I was entangled

You take me by the hand

I question who I am

Teach me how to fight

I'll show you how to win

You're my mortal flaw

And I'm your fatal sin

Let me feel the sting

The pain

The burn

Under my skin

Put me to the test

I'll prove that I'm strong

Won't let myself believe

That what we feel is wrong

I finally see what

You knew was inside me

All along

That behind this soft exterior

Lies a warrior

My memory refused

To separate the lies from truth

And search the past

My mind created

I kept on pushing through

Standing resolute which you

In equal measure

Loved and hated

Teach me how to fight

I'll show you how to win

You're my mortal flaw

And I'm your fatal sin

Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com

Let me feel the sting

The pain

The burn

Under my skin

Put me to the test

I'll prove that I'm strong

Won't let myself believe

That what we feel is wrong

I finally see what

You knew was inside me

All along

That behind this soft exterior

Lies a warrior

Take me by the hand

I'm sure of who I am

Teach me how to fight

Ohhhh

The pictures come to life

Wake in the dead of night

Open my eyes

I must be dreaming

Clutch my pillow tight

Brace myself for the fight

I've heard that seeing

Is believing."

In fact, I took the lyrics quite literally, and made Indra into one of my favorite aus: fallen angel + witch reader.

"You fascinated me, cloaked in shadows and secrecy, the beauty of a broken angel." (Y/N) remembers, reliving the fateful night when she saw him fall from the sky. A ball of fire and burnt wings shot from the clouds with overwhelming speed, in the middle of the darkness, lighting up the sky with a hellish red color.

At the time, she did not understand what was happening, approaching the place where she saw that object impact after its monumental descent from heaven, encountering an image both enchanting and terrifying.

An angel, with charred wings and only a few black feathers remaining on his back, laid unconscious inside the crater he created when falling from that height. His skin smoldering with burns and the destruction of his wings felt like a terrible premonition.

Why would an angel be cast out of paradise?

"I ventured carefully, afraid of what you thought I'd be, but pretty soon I was entangled" Memories of how she helped him, how she saved him from a frightening fate of torturous death, keep coming to her mind, as Indra watches her with curious red eyes and broken wings still shining on his back, black feathers strewn all over the ground.

He had accepted the woman's help, had accepted to be healed by her magic, had accepted what he felt in his chest every time those delicate hands ran over his skin. (Y/N) saved him, body and soul, and promised to help him with his evil purposes.

He would retrieve his power with her help, go back to heaven, and take revenge.

"Every time you take me by the hand I question who I am..." The angel whispers, unsure of what the woman causes in his heart, overwhelmed by the mess she leaves in his mind. Never having felt anything for anyone, Indra has no idea what sentiments are, how one deal with them, or how humans cope. He had come into her arms a few months ago, and from the beginning, allowed her to breach him, to tear through his being with her mortal qualities.

"Teach me how to fight, I'll show you how to win my love." (Y/N) pleaded, time after time, trying to absorb even a little of her beloved's power, to gain some of his wisdom, of his teachings, of the sorcery he has to offer. The angel had become her love, her mate, a celestial being and a human united by unexplainable bonds, ties that should not exist, and the woman set out to devote all her heart and soul to her man's cause, to help him with his plan.

"You're my mortal flaw, and I'm your fatal sin... Let me feel the sting, the pain, the burn under my skin. Put me to the test, I'll prove that I'm strong, won't let myself believe that what we feel is wrong. I finally see what you knew was inside me all along." She implores, between whispers and demands. Knowing that once her beloved regains his wings, once his feathers heal and his power is restored, he'll be headed for a fight to the death with whoever kicked him out of heaven.

She needs to stand by his side and support him when it happens.

"Behind this soft exterior, lies a warrior." Between caresses and soft touches he had mentioned, hiding their naked bodies under charred black wings, appreciating the wondrous magic within (Y/N), giving an accurate telling and narration about the potential he himself recognized in her.

"My memory refused, to separate the lies from truth, search the past my mind created. I can't imagine without you, Indra, let me join your cause, let me be by your side through it. I'll keep on pushing through, standing resolute, which you in equal measure love and hate, I know. Every time you take me by the hand, I'm seeing who I am." Her words are a silent plea, an attempt to get to the bottom of her beloved, to make him understand how much she needs to support him in this, to accompany him, to make sure his battle is successful and he finishes his personal mission alive.

Months ago she found the love of her life lying under a disaster of his own creation, submerged in a crater of earth and on the verge of death. She can't lose him now, not so soon.

"The pictures come to life when I hear you speak like that, wake in the dead of night I open my eyes and... Yes, I must be dreaming. I'll clutch my pillow tight, brace myself for the fight, I've heard that seeing is believing. You're the most beautiful dream I never had (Y/N)." The angel whispers, and the woman thinks she sees tears in his eyes before he turns his face away, avoiding eye contact.

Indra seems determined to wage his battle alone, to face combat unaided, but she will not allow it. She will fight tooth and nail to make her beloved understand she cannot exist without him, that she does not wish to live in a reality where her angel no longer is, and she will not allow him to end up in the hands of those who mercilessly threw him to earth.

(Y/N) will fight for him, whether he wants it or not.

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writtenbymisunderstoodbeauty · 1 year

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Chapter two: Vampires won't hurt you

A/n: second and final part. Enjoy!

I sung of Chaos and eternal Night,

Taught by the heav—nly Muse to venture down

The dark descent, and up to reascend …

—John Milton, Paradise Lost

•••○♡○•••

"(Y/n), wake up… wake up." Gerard said. My eyesight was foggy, and when I came into focus, I saw I was in a hospital. Laying down on a bed. The room was empty, sunlight shinned past the lavender curtains. And gerard was nowhere in sight. "(Y/n)'s awake!" My best friend, Maggie, exclaimed. She gave me a big hug. My parents walked into the room with giant smiles. "Oh, (y/n)!" My mom said. My mom was the second to huh me, and my dad said: "I'm glad you're awake, princess." He gave me a warming smile, and I smiled too. My mom held me tighter and began to sobb. "What's wrong?" I asked her. I turned to my father and my friend. Maggie's head was turned down, I couldn't see her face because her blonde hair was covering it. And my father traipse to the white couch. "(Y/n)… you have cancer…" "Whaa–what are you talking about?" My eyebrows knitted together. She stood up straight and caressed my hair. "You have a rare terminally pancreatic cancer, and it has already entered the critical stage." "I'm so sorry, sweetheart." My dad said from the couch.

•••○☆○•••

"No!" I looked around the empty room, the window was open, and it was black out there. The curtains flew with the wind. It was just a bad dream. I gazzed at my arm. A needle was inside my hand, taped down. A bag hanging next to me, anaesthesia, it said. If only all this was a dream. Tears came to my eyes. In the corner of my eye, I saw a large void. I gasped, It was the bird earlier. "What do you want?" I asked as if he could reply. He flew to the middle of the room and morphed into a man wearing a black suit with a red tie. His hair was shaggy, and he smirked, showing his white teeth. "Oh my god! Gerard!" "Hello angel." He went over and sat on my bed. I didn't know if I should slap him or kiss him. Kiss? We never went on a date or even kissed, I always thought my crush on him was obvious. "What are you doing here?" My face grew red. "Everyone thought you were dead! How could you just run away? I thought something bad happened to you!" "Shh, someone will hear you!" "Good if they hear me!" "Uh," he said, then sighed. "I had to leave—" "WHY?" "Because I'm a vampire! I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I didn't want you to get hurt…." He ran his hand through his hair and turned away from me. I sat with tears in my eyes. "I don't want you to die (y/n). I came back for you. Honestly, I can't live without you…" I sat in shock, speechless. "Please (y/n)… Will you accept becoming like me, a vampire." The room was silent, and there was no other choice. "Yes." The next thing I knew, his mouth was on mine. And as simple as that, all fears put to rest, all worries disappeared. I felt his passion in my soul, and my bones shook. He left trails of kisses to my neck, and I was not frightened on what would happen next. it was frightening in its intensity, but with gerard, it was tranquil. With him, I wasn't lost. Then he bit me, it hurt but I could handle it—the chemo was worse. He stopped and kissed the spot. His kiss left a tender bruise in my heart. He dug his head in my neck, and I caressed his soft hair. The transformation was fast. The way he was holding me, It didn't hurt a lot. He raised his head and examined my features. "You're beautiful.' And I could feel it— a love so strong it could get rid of any darkness. "I love you." "I love you more."

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iheartsunset · 2 years

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#my art #papa louie #flipline studios #the rusty carousel #the flaneur archives #the walten files #fanganronpa #oc #y/n’s descent into paradise #down the cobblestone bridge #danganronpa: final fragment #spiral bound: undergrad edition #basically just a bunch of icee’s OC projects and papa louie canary #also that one Sophie Walten drawing

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aztecbrujeria · 2 years

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~Masterlist~

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Descent into Madness...300 Follower Collab

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jusvibbbin · 3 years

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Desert Dessert

Hoshi Sato x Reader

//For my dear friend @kawaiibandlover

//Also sorry for not writing since November. I am ashamed

“Helloooo?? Earth to (Y/N)”

You looked up from the book you had your nose buried halfway into and locked eyes with none other than Hoshi Sato.

“Hey what are yo- Oh no.”

Hoshi flashed you a playful grin and you groaned.

“I missed lunch again, didn’t I?”

You tried not to groan a second time when you looked at the clock to see you had missed lunch by an hour.

“It’s alright,” Hoshi laughed. “I ate lunch with some friends. You’ll remember next time… maybe.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve just been so busy with my work,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly. “But I’m so close to a major breakthrough and then I can make it to lunch everyday.”

God it’s a wonder how such a klutz like me got to date someone like her.

As you smiled at her, Hoshi’s smile faltered.

“What’s wrong?” You knit your eyebrows together in concern. Dating Hoshi for almost two years made her easy to read. There wasn’t a secret between you.

“I got it… The position, teaching in Brazil. I leave in two months”

“Oh...” you looked deep into her eyes. You knew this was coming. She had told you from the moment you started dating that she was trying to teach down there. Not to mention she had always been in Starfleet, active duty or not.

I thought we’d have more time together.

“OH! Congratulations Hoshi!” You stood quickly and grabbed her hands.

Hoshi laughed out a ‘thank you’ and pulled you towards the exit of the library. All the while you were thinking of a way to celebrate her success before she had to leave.

It took you two weeks to plan the getaway, mostly because of how busy you were. Vulcan was new and exciting, and although they seemed to loathe humans, the Vulcans were interested in observing them enough to let a few Vulcan cargo ships full of tourists come once and a while. You thought about how lucky you were to get the tickets as you knocked on Hoshi’s door.

“Hey you! I figured you’d be hard at work. Come on in.”

Hoshi’s place was cozy, filled with interesting objects from dozens of different places. You weren’t much of a traveler, preferring to stay home and travel back in time with the books you studied in the archives. But for Hoshi, you’d go just about anywhere.

“I figured you’d be busy brushing up on your Portuguese,” you said taking a seat on her sofa. Hoshi gave you a look that said she never needed to ‘brush up’ and sat down besides you.

“So why the surprise visit?” she asked.

“Do I need a reason to visit my girlfriend?” You grinned at her, excitement for the trip taking over.

“No! It’s just you’re usually busy with work.”

“Well for two whole weeks I won’t be busy with work.”

Hoshi looked at you surprised.

“You won’t? What will you be doing?”

“You mean what will we be doing..?” you say as you pulled the tickets from out of your pocket.

Hoshi gasped and snatched the tickets from you.

“No way! How did you get these?!”

You grinned at her and just shook your head. “That my dear, is a secret.”

Hoshi hugged you before rushing into the kitchen. She returned after a few moments with a large bottle of champagne, opening it and pouring two glasses. You drank yours quickly, letting her know you still had a lot of work to get done before you went.

You kissed her softly at her apartment door.

“I will leave the itinerary in your capable hands,” you said before jogging home to finish your work for the night.

The ride on the freighter was decent enough. It took a while to get to Vulcan but you couldn’t complain considering how long it would’ve taken if you had been on an Earth ship. Hoshi was a bundle of excitement from start to finish. Having her plan the trip was both a blessing and a curse. You knew that she would get to see all she wanted to but that also meant that you would be all over Vulcan for the next two weeks. So much for a relaxing, romantic time.

Finally, you had made it to Vulcan. You had tried to look out the window but everyone else beat you to it. You didn’t mind, you’d see it soon enough. The ship started its descent and Hoshi grabbed your hand and smiled.

“Thank you for this. I can’t remember the last time I was this excited!”

“Anytime I get to spend with you is wonderful, you don’t ever have to thank me for that. Besides, who doesn’t love a good vacation?”

Famous last words…

“It’s a desert!?!”

You had come off the shuttle to make a shocking discovery. You were in fact not in a luscious utopia or a sandy beached paradise. You were just surrounded by sand. And rocks. And brush. And Vulcans looking rather frustrated at your foolish outburst.

You flushed, embarrassed, and pulled a cackling Hoshi to the side.

“When were you gonna tell me this place was dry, hot and dusty?”

Hoshi’s eyes widened as she looked at you.

“Seriously? I thought you were joking over there. Did you not know? Why did you buy tickets and not do any research? Research is like your whole thing.” Hoshi was right of course and you couldn’t blame her for your lack of knowledge.

“Correction. I do research, but I research the past. I had no idea we were booking a very expensive trip to the Gobi Desert.” You looked around at the vast emptiness again and internally kicked yourself.

“(Y/N), relax,” Hoshi said as she grabbed your hand and squeezed. “I know it looks like just a desert but there’s a lot of beauty everywhere you look. Not to mention a rich culture and history that some Vulcans are eager to share.”

You perked up when she emphasized history and Hoshi smiled.

“I planned plenty of things for both of us to enjoy and some time to just chill out with some cool water and ice cold baths.”

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad

After two weeks of exploring ancient caves, trying Vulcan dishes and learning to see the true beauty in the fiery, red planet, Hoshi and you were relishing your last dinner on Vulcan.

“Alright, I think I’m warming up to the plomeek soup. But it just can’t beat your soba noodles,” you said with a chuckle.

Hoshi rolled her eyes as you kissed her head, getting up to grab a cake from the small kitchen in your rented room. You gingerly set it in front of Hoshi, eyeing it for a long time before settling in your chair. Hoshi barely looked at it, or the interesting centerpiece, as she blew out the candles marking your two year anniversary.

“We haven’t talked about me leaving,” Hoshi said awkwardly.

You looked up at her as she began to cut the cake. “No I suppose we haven’t. What did you want to discuss?”

Hoshi stopped her cutting and thought about her next words very carefully.

“(Y/N), I understand if you want to break up. It doesn’t feel right for me to ask you to stay with me if I’m that far away.”

You looked at Hoshi incredulously as she began cutting again, her eyes never leaving yours.

“Hoshi, I love you. I’ve loved you for two years now and a little distance isn’t going to change that. Besides...” you looked down to see Hoshi was almost done. “You might want to look at your dessert before you try to convince me to break up with you.”

As she took her piece, Hoshi looked down to see a simple gold ring on a frosted flower in the middle of the cake.

#hoshi sato #enterprise #star trek #hoshi x reader #star trek enterprise #oneshot #ent

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80s90smovies · 4 years

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Coming Home | Marty McFly

i know i was like “i’m gonna be a good student and focus on exams and not write” but i am instead a lying ass hoe who wrote this instead of doing her english homework. y’all have just been so nice to me the past two days i feel like i needed to give you content.

here’s a little something for a certain boyo who has proven to one of the most popular in your eyes.

song : coming home - keith urban and julia michaels

warnings : none.

I was practically exploding with excitement. After spending the entire summer abroad some extended family, I was finally flying home. Granted, I was extremely sorry to have to leave my vacation in paradise, but the minute the flight attendants warned that we were nearing descent, all my woes were erased. In just a little while, I’d be home. I’d get to see my parents and friends, sleep in my own bed, eat home cooked meals. And of course, I was dying to see Marty.

My family picked me up from the airport, not hesitating to smother me in hugs and kisses. All I could do was chuckle at my mom’s teary eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to be happy that I’m home? Why are you crying?” I teased, nudging her playfully.

She scowled, shoving my shoulder. “I am happy! You’re just so... grown up. I missed you so much!” she blubbered, not able to compose the tears that began to actively roll down her face.

My brother shoved past me, gripping my mom’s shoulders and turning her towards the airport’s entrance. “Come on, no time for tears. I’m sure Y/N wants to get out of here. Right?” He gave me a pointed look, mentally berating me for egging our mother on when she was so close to tears.

While we piled into the car, my brother perked an eyebrow at me as he helped hoist my luggage into the trunk. “Are we just heading home, or....” When I gave him an innocent smile, he let out a chuckle, slamming the trunk closed. “Marty’s. On it.”

The conversation during the short car ride was hectic. It was a lot of us talking over each other, a tirade of questions I never really got to answer, and quite a bit of bickering between my brother and sister. I tried to stay as interactive as possible, but I found myself slipping away from the conversation on multiple occasions. I couldn’t help the drifting of my mind, not after I had just sat on an unbelievably long flight home. I was exhausted.

As my brother pulled up to the curb outside Marty’s house, my mom gave me a knowing look over her shoulder. “Really? You couldn’t wait twenty-four hours?” she snarked lovingly, a petite eyebrow raised.

I just smiled, shoving the car door open excitedly. “Love you!” I called behind me, addressing both my mother and my siblings. My sister was grinning from ear to ear, not the least bit surprised. My mom had a begrudgingly content smile on her lips as she waved from the window.

Bouncing on my toes, I knocked on the McFlys’ front door. It took a moment, but soon the door was flung open, revealing a smiling Mrs. McFly. “Y/N honey! It’s so good to see you!” she gushed, pulling me into a warm hug. When she stepped back, she cupped my face in her hands, taking a good look at me. “My, you’ve definitely gotten some sun. How was your trip?”

“It was good, but I’m happy to be home,” I admitted, a small smile on my lips.

She gave me a knowing look as she ushered me into the house, letting the door close behind us. She held up a finger as she wandered down the hallway. “Wait here,” she called, not bothering to explain further. She didn’t have to.

I crossed my arms awkwardly over my chest as I loitered in the entryway. Of course I had been over a million times, but I had never really gotten a good look at the hallway. It was littered with framed photos, everything from George and Lorraine’s wedding pictures to baby pictures of the three siblings. I smiled when I spotted my own face among the rest of them. It was a picture I had seen a thousand times, as I had it framed on my own dresser, but it never failed to brighten my mood. It was a picture of Marty and I from last summer, smiling wildly as though we’d never been happier. Perhaps we hadn’t.

My attention was tugged away from the photos by the sound of footsteps. I watched in anticipation as Lorraine crossed into the kitchen, grinning at me cheekily before disappearing. Soon after, Marty turned the corner, his hair a tousled mess and his suspenders askew. He scratched the back of his head with a yawn before meeting my gaze. He stopped in his tracks.

I perked an eyebrow at him, shifting my weight to one side. “I leave for two months and you go back to falling asleep in your clothes?” I teased with a slowly growing smile. I clicked my tongue and shook my head in fake disappointment, “You’re a mess.”

Marty just stared for a moment, his eyes clouded with sleep. After a few seconds, he shook his head to clear the fog away. “Well I’m sorry,” he finally responded, an easy smile appearing on his lips, “I didn’t exactly have anyone to dress up for.”

“I suppose I should just be grateful you didn’t step out on me while I was away?” I shot back playfully, watching eagerly as he crossed the hallway towards me.

He shook his head in disbelief as he got closer and closer, his eyes narrowing. “As if,” he mumbled. I just chuckled as he pulled me into his arms, holding me as tightly as he could. I buried my head against his chest, my eyes falling shut as the warmth of his familiar embrace filled my body.

“God I missed you,” I hummed, my words muffled by his shirt.

I felt him kiss my forehead gently. “You have no idea,” he began in a hushed voice, “I was beginning to think I’d lose my mind if you didn’t come home soon.”

I pulled my head back to smile up at him. My smile was mirrored on his face, his eyes lighting up in adoration. I stood my toes to kiss him gently on the lips. “I guess it’s a good thing I’m home then,” I bantered, patting his cheek playfully.

He scrunched his nose up at me, his smile unmoving. He looked as though he was going to make a joke back, but he came up short. For a moment, I wondered if he was going to say anything at all, or if he was content just staring. He finally let out a happy sigh. “Man, I love you,” he gushed, his eyes crinkled happily.

My lips settled into a soft smile as I stared up at him, my heart aflutter in my chest. “I love you too,” I murmured, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. He grinned before lowering his lips to mine, kissing me with the same soft passion that he always had.

When he pulled his lips away, he left his forehead resting against mine. “You’re not allowed to leave like that anymore,” he mumbled, his eyes still sealed shut. “I miss you too damn much when you’re not around.”

I giggled lightly, my fingertips playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. “Next time I go, you can come with me. Okay?” I proposed, my eyes scanning every inch of his face.

His eyes slowly opened, immediately meeting my gaze. When he saw the sincerity in my eyes, he smiled. “Deal. Now come on, I’m sure mom’s made brunch,” he answered, stepping away from me and instead grabbing my hand.

As he led me into the kitchen, a blissful feeling poured through my veins. He smiled at me over his shoulder, and my heart buzzed. It never felt so much like I belonged. Vacation was wonderful, but there really was nothing that felt like coming home.

#marty mcfly #marty mcfly imagine #marty mcfly headcanon #Back to the Future #back to the future imagines #back to the future headcanons #80s #80s imagines #80s imagine

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fullsunalicia · 4 years

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i really loved the jaemin prince au 💗💗 if you have time, could you possibly write a princess diaries au with jeno?? thank you for sharing your work with us ! have a great day 🤗

prince charming — LJN

in a matter of mere days, your whole life is flipped upside down. the only constant in your life are your best friends, yeeun and jeno. but while you’re being charmed with a crown and the family connection you’ve been craving for a long time, jeno is desperately trying to figure out how to tell you that you’ve charmed him.

of course i can, my love! thank you for your request and your kind words 🤍 have a great day and stay hydrated! eat if you haven’t yet. and as promised, here the princess diaries au~

For as long as you can remember, it has always just been you, your mom, and Chairman Meow. It’s a silly name for a cat, but it’s what you’ve decided on when you first got him at ten years old, and your mother found it too funny to resist. Now this poor cat is stuck with that name forever.

The life your mother built for you is far away from the family you have still left. When you were born, your father had already succumbed to an illness, leaving nothing behind but nineteen birthday letters, some presents, and the gaping hole he had ripped into every future family picture. At your first father-daughter dance, your best friends’ father had danced with you because Yeeun and Jeno couldn’t bare leaving you alone at home to cry about the fact that you had a missing parent. Everytime father’s day comes around, they pile up in your room with you and the day is spent watching rom-coms. Every year on the same day, your mom lights up a candle to honor the father who had abandoned you before birth.

Your mother told you he had his reasons. That they loved each other, but it just wasn’t meant to be. You had believed her and promised to honor the memory of a father that wanted you, but ultimately couldn’t have you. Because his own family didn’t accept it.

The letters are the only thing you have of him. You were told that when he realized he was nearing death, he decided to write them as birthday presents, one for every year. Some are longer than others. Some cheesier. Some seem like diary entries, where he regrets not being able to see you for the first and last time before he goes, since he’s sure your mother and him made the perfect daughter. The only reason you don’t resent the father that left the mother to raise their child alone is because you can feel the love in these letters, his true feelings, the somber sorrow of someone who’s being played like a puppet. His letters arive every year alongside the presents your grandmother sends you, but hers are left untouched while you cling to these letters as if they are your lifeline.

It’s almost like he’s here for you. Gone, but still felt. His love is with you when your mother kisses your forehead before school and you can see it in her smile. Your parents loved each other a lot - you wish to have a romance like theirs. You wonder why your grandmother thought it was a good idea to tear them apart.

The answer comes weeks before your last and nineteenth letter can arrive.

❀ ❀ ❀

“Will you wake up already? Damn! You’re worse than Jeno!”

“First of all,” you drawl out, sleep still heavy on your tongue. Your mind barely registers that you’re awake, and you blink several times to regain your sight after your comatose state. “I don’ t take nearly as long as Jeno in the morning to get ready. That’s why I’m able to sleep longer. And who the hell let you in?”

“Your mother,” your best friend of ten years deadpans. “Duh.” Yeeun clicks her tongue and reaches out for your body beneath the warm blankets. She doesn’t even care about the fact that you scream when you’re forcefully removed from your own paradise.

“Yeeun! I’m barely awake!”

“You want me to get a bucket of water, then?”

Yeeun is the oldest of your little group. After her comes Jeno, her younger brother, and lastly you. They baby you all the time, even though they’re barely older than you are. The first time you guys met was in first grade, where the siblings had bickered over what snack they should buy because they didn’t take enough money with them to buy one for each sibling. Without hesitation, you had approached them and lent them yours, and since then, Yeeun and Jeno basically adopted you. They’ve both already moved out and share an apartment near the university you three attend, and you know there’s a room for you waiting there.

Something just keeps you home. You can’t bring yourself to part from your mother and leave her, because then, she’ll be really alone. After all, your father’s side of your family doesn’t really like her. And her own parents live far away.

“Please don’t tell me you stayed up watching k-dramas again.” Yeeun groans and pinches your nose, the same annoying habit she tended to do to Jeno when he got on her nerves. No one else is more like a sister to you than she is, and you’re very grateful for her. It’s a different story for her brother, though.

Lee Jeno is as beautiful as his older sister, but he was the one who first drew you in with it. Your very first childhood crush in fourth grade. He even stole a first kiss from you when his lips had first touched a bottle of soju, and even though you’ve always dreamt of a fairy tale first kiss, you somehow were still thankful it was him. The boy with the crescent moon eye smile. The lingering taste of sweet alcohol and chewing gum. Careful hands who cradled your face as if you were the most expensive thing in the entire world, despite his intoxicating state.

He doesn’t remember that, though. And he doesn’t need to. You’ve buried your embarrassing crush for the younger sibling a very long time ago, and it’s never going to be dug out. Not if you can hinder it.

“I’m so tired, Yeeun,” you hiss at her and slap away the hands who are trying to pinch you awake. She laughs and wraps her arms around your waist. “Did you really have to wake me up so early?”

“Class starts in, like, twenty minutes. The longer we take here, the more Jeno is going to panic.”

“I hate you both. You’re a plague. I should’ve just let you brawl for that stupid tteokbokki cup.”

Yeeun forms her lips to a pout, lips puckered as if she was going to give you a kiss. “Aw, man. What am I supposed to do with engagement ring now? I spent so much money on it...”

Carefully, as to not hurt her, you push your best friend off your sleep-ridden body. Standing up has never taken so long, and you groan as your back cracks when you stretch it. “Don’t fool yourself,” you mumble. “The only thing you’d get me would be a ring pop.”

“Touché.”

It takes you a little longer to get ready, but Yeeun doesn’t mind as she scrolls away on her phone, liking a meme here and there. Jeno honks in impatience from outside the house and Yeeun grins, waving him off on instinct, even though he can’t actually see her. When you finally step out of your room, your mom already’s put on a cup of coffee for you on the table. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” she says, grinning, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. You furrow your brows. “Finally awake?”

“After I basically assaulted her, yeah.” Yeeun snatches up the cup meant for you and nips at the dark mixture. Outside, Jeno honks again. “Though we better get going before your neighbours file a complaint. That kid doesn’t have any manners, I swear. And to think that we’re related!”

“You’re only two years older, Yeeun,” you shoot back, yawn tumbling from your lips. She’s right, though, you don’t want to keep him waiting any longer. The neighbor next door is rather weird, and you swear you’ve caught him several times sitting down infront of his window to watch the people pass by. He claims it’s inspiration for his books. You don’t bother with finding out if that’s actually considered stalking. Your mother turns her head so you can kiss her cheek, fingers twirling the cup she’s holding. She’s nervous. For what? “I’ll get going, mom, see you later.”

“Don’t forget to come straight back home after your lecture, (y/n).” She finally looks up to meet your eyes, showing you her evident worry. Your mom had pulled you aside the evening before, saying that you had important matters to discuss at lunch because someone was coming for a visit. She didn’t tell you who, though. “Text me if you need anything.”

With that, Yeeun tugs you out the front door, the familiar click of the lock accompanying your descent down the stairs to the street. Jeno looks especially annoyed, but he still leans over from the driver’s seat to open the door for you. “I’m going to kill you both,” he threatens the second you’re in earshot, hissing at his sister like a cat as she flicks his forehead and slides into the backseat. Despite being upset that you’re late, he lets you pull him into a tight hug, and you basically disappear in his embrace. Since he’s started going to the fitness center with his friends, he’s been building up muscles like crazy. Yeeun bet you ten dollars he’s on steroids.

He’s always been this athletic, though. Now, it shines through, and it makes your knees kinda weak of how strong Jeno is becoming.

“Is that coffee?”, he asks, fingers already reaching for the cup that was stolen out of your kitchen. Yeeun slaps his fingers, pretty features pulled into a grimace. “Not for you!” she answers. “Hands on the wheel.”

“So you let me wait for an hour, but I don’t even get coffee? Got it. Should’ve just left you on the curb this morning.”

“And who would’ve woken up (y/n), huh? It takes you years to wake the girl up!”

“Because she looks so peaceful in her sleep! Unlike you, I actually care about how much sleep (y/n)’s getting!”

“I hope this car crashes,” you mumble. With that, you swipe your coffee out of Yeeun’s hands, force Jeno back into the driver’s seat and lean back to finally sip at the coffeinated drink. It’ll be a miracle to survive this car ride.

❀ ❀ ❀

You like sociology. It’s the only course you share with Jeno, and despite claiming it’s his favorite class, he keeps napping in it. Because the professor likes him and his essays are seemingly “amazing”, Jeno ends up getting out of trouble scot-free, while you have to pass your notes to said troublemaker at the end of every lecture.

Maybe you should have given him some coffee after all. His head is resting on your shoulder, shamelessly using it as a pillow, his fingers are intertwined even in his sleep. As if he’s praying. Maybe he’s praying for this lecture to end quickly. The dark circles under his eyes worry you, and you wonder if he’s even getting enough sleep.

When Jeno and you first met each other, his features had still been soft, a true baby-face. He had winced every time you pinched his cheeks and often complained when you and Yeeun determined that he could be a prettier girl than you guys were. A decade later, Jeno is still breathtakingly beautiful, but where earlier had been fat to pinch was now sharp cheekbones, and a jawline that could cut diamonds. What had been pretty turned into attractive.

He looks like a prince. It’s no wonder his family calls him that jokingly. He owns the title.

“Stop staring at me, creep,” Jeno murmurs, voice drowsy. He still reaches out for you, though. Strong arms envelop your body and press you against a firm side, and you don’t even put up a fight when he uses you as his personal body pillow. His strong perfume wafts over your senses, and it’s hard to resist the urge to cuddle against him. You claim you’ve gotten over him, but it’s so easy to fall back into old habits when they go by the name Lee Jeno.

“Start paying attention to the lesson, then.” He doesn’t even budge when you try to push him away. Sighing, you resort to taking notes instead. You can feel him grin against your shoulder.

Asshole. He knows he’s stronger.

“It’s not like the lesson’s interesting. Can’t you just stop nagging me?”

“Can you stop bothering me while I pay attention?”

“No,” he shoots back immediately, arms locking tighter around your smaller frame. Jeno ignores the squeak you let out at that (as if you were a dog chewing toy...) and instead presses his face against your throat, lips dangerously close to your skin. Damn those siblings and their irresistible charm. “This is the price you pay for my friendship. If you weren’t ready to pay it, you should’ve thought about that ten years ago. No use fighting it now. Sorry.”

Friendship. The word stings and you wish it would hit you in the face once and for all, so that you could stop looking at Jeno in that light. He hums when you mess up his hair, recently dyed with the help of his sister. Both siblings had already bleached it once, but this color was darker, more evident. Soft as always. He hums in content at your touch, the sound elicting goosebumps on your skin.

“What’s gotten into you?” The accusation in your voice is only spoken in a joking manner, but it still makes Jeno raise his head and loosen his hold around your waist. This time, you’re the one tugging him back. (You hope your professor isn’t looking. The soft spot he has for Jeno isn’t reserved for you.) “You’re never this affectionate.”

“Is that a crime?” He furrows his eyes and glares at you. He looks a little like his cat when he does this, when she’s scolded for knocking a glass of the coffee table. You pinch his cheek. He hits your fingers.

“No. I’m only curious.”

“I’m just in the mood.” Jeno turns you around so you’re facing your notes again, and you roll your eyes. Are you his slave or what? Nonetheless, you pick up your pen and resume writing. Your best friend rests his head on your shoulder, chest pressed to your back.

Jesus Christ, he’s a muscle pig.

His fingers toy with the ends of your hair, and it almost distracts you from the loud, annoying voice of the lecturer. The room is stuffed with tired, disinterested people. Someone in fifth row is playing PacMan on their laptop. You almost wish you had remembered to take your own.

Your thoughts wander to that talk your mom wanted to have with you after school. Usually, she’s very honest and upfront with you. There are no secrets. If there’s anything that should be addressed, she does it right away. What could be so important that she’s waiting for the suprise visit to explain?

Maybe it’s a new boyfriend. But your mom knew you didn’t have anything against her looking elsewhere for love; you actually welcomed it, deeming her a “helpless single” in spite of her protest. If she had a boyfriend, you wouldn’t feel so guilty about moving out. The siblings have been begging you for a while now, and you three spend lots of nights huddled on their couch, anyways.

It doesn’t work that way, though. Your mother is all you have. You just want to be assured that she’s going to be okay without you, happy. Chairman Meow isn’t that good of a company. And if you move out, you can’t visit her all the time. Exams are coming up.

Jeno pinches your waist, a snicker tumbling from his lips when you jump. “Wanna grab a bite after this?”

“Can’t.” You abandon your pen momentarily to guide his hands away from your waist, pulling at his arms so they lock around you tighter. This hug is basically a death trap, but at least it’s enjoyable. “Mom’s planned something.”

“Like what?”

“Didn’t tell me.”

“Your mom tells you everything.”

“Gee, really?” you scoff. The remark was meant to be sarcastic, but the hurt and confusion still seeps through. Jeno soothes it with a kiss to your temple, but you wish he wouldn’t. It’s so hard to stop your heart from acting up. Convicing it that Jeno’s only being platonic is like talking to a wall. “I don’t know what’s up with her. She’s been acting weird since yesterday. It’s not like my dad’s anniversary coming up.”

“Maybe she’s finally throwing you out of the damn house. You know, it kind of sucks paying for a roommate who isn’t even there.”

Jeno recoils when you turn at that, moving faster than he can register. “I told you guys to let me pay!” you complain. To your horror, it comes out a little bit louder than intended, and if looks could kill, your professor would be charged with second degree murder. The boy beside you laughs at your suffering, but he shuts up quickly when you pinch his nose. “You seriously need to stop hanging out with Yeeun,” he hisses at you, and pins your wrists against his chest. “I was joking, you fool. No matter how many times you tell us, we’ll be paying for that room until you move in.”

The rest of the lesson is spent with Jeno and you squabbling, which is why you pack up in a hurry and leave before your professor can scold the living hell out of you. Yeeun’s already managed to snag some food from someone in her own lecture, and she shares it with you guys on the way home. When the duo drives off, they’re already arguing again, and you shake your head as you walk inside.

The apartment is strangely tidy. Not that you and your mom like to live in chaos, but it’s never this neat. “Mom?” you call out.

It’s not your mother who walks out of the kitchen. You’ve seen this face on pictures often, never face to face. It would be a disgrace for her to be seen with someone of your side of the family.

“Welcome home, (y/n),” your grandmother greets you.

❀ ❀ ❀

Jeno and Yeeun are traitors. None of them answer your distress calls, or the many panicked text messages you send them. This is treason. You’re never going to let them eat off your snack stash again.

When you had recognized your grandmother, you had promptly run to your room like a freshman in highschool and locked the elderly woman out. You did not appreciate that your mother had failed to mention that the suprise visit was the grandmother that had been resenting you for the past nineteen years.

You want nothing to do with her. She’s the reason your parents could never be together.

“(y/n),” the woman sighs, exasparated. The knocks to your door are quickly deemed useless, and she resorts to talking to you through the door. “I am aware that this must be quite the shock, but I wouldn’t have thought you’d react like this. I was told you were quite the mature woman.”

You are. Still, you angrily tell her: “You would’ve known better if you had made it your duty to see your own grandchild at least once a year!”

Silence. She doesn’t have an answer for that, and you’re glad she has atleast the brains to recognize. Still, after mulling over your words for a few minutes, she continues. “My child, this is why I came. To explain why your father didn’t stay with your mother. Why no one came to see you. Don’t you wish to know the truth?”

“You’re a little late.”

“Better late than never.”

You don’t have a clever argument for that. Sulking, you stand up and rip the door open, scaring the poor woman behind it to death. A hand placed over her heart, she reprimands you with a stern look. “Tell me, then.” You cross your arms in front of your chest. Up close, she reminds you of the many pictures your mom had shown you from your father. “Tell me what was such a good reason to destroy an entire marriage with a flick of your wrist. Why I’m suddenly so important, nineteen years later.”

Your grandmother pleads you with her eyes to come out of your room, so you stroll into the living room and sit down. Your mother is waiting there for you, and you clench your fists when she mouths an “I’m sorry”.

The atmosphere is, lightly put, very uncomfortable. Your grandmother takes the liberty of pouring you and her a cup of tea, but neither of you touch it. “(y/n),” she says then. “What do you know about your father?”

“That he was ill.” You clench and unclench your hands. They’re trembling. In moments like these, you wish Yeeun or Jeno were here, but that’s silly. You should be able to master your challenges alone. So, you clear your throat and go on, voice firm, even if you feel nothing like it. “That he loved my mother dearly and you didn’t accept it.”

“I did accept it.”

“Liar,” tumbles out of your lips before you can stop it, and your mother claps a hand over her mouth. “(y/n)!” she speaks up, in disbelief that you’d talk to a family member like that. Your grandmother waves her off, but you can see the hurt in her eyes.

You hate admitting it, but it satisfies you a little.

“Your father..” The elderly woman traces the rim of her tea cup with a perfectly manicured nail. “Your father was a good man, with a sense for duty. I liked your mother a lot, but just because I liked her didn’t mean I was able to accept it. There are some things that are better left unchanged. Your parents knew that. I knew that. And that is why I wished for the engagement to be nullified.”

The words set something in you ablaze; an anger you can’t name, the protectiveness over your mother. “What in god’s name could be more important than your son marrying the woman he loves?”

Your grandmother blinks. “The throne, of course.”

You raise a brow. Behind her hands, your mother peeks to grasp your reaction. For a very long time, you wait for someone to laugh and tell you this is just a prank. When it doesn’t come, you ask: “Excuse me, what?”

“(l/n) (y/n), that is the name you were given by your mother.” Your grandmother raises the cup to her lips, unfazed by your confusion. “Though that’s not the royal name given to you. You are a direct descendant of Empress Sunmyeong, member of the Yeoheung Min clan.” She sets the cup down with a loud clatter. If you hadn’t seen her eyes, you would be very angry with her joking right now.

She’s deadly serious.

“You are Min (y/n), heir to the throne.” Your grandmother looks you right in the eyes, gaze determined, honest. “Just like your father, you are expected to ascend the throne and marry someone of blue blood.”

❀ ❀ ❀

“You didn’t confess to her?”

Jeno pouts and stuffs his mouth with marshmallows. “I didn’t get to.”

The room is dark, dimly illuminated by the light that tries to reach it through the curtains. The siblings wanted to do a movie marathon since it was the weekend and there was nothing to study for, and it isn’t fun to go out drinking without you. An hour into their first one, they’ve already abandoned it and resorted to do something else.

Talking about Jeno’s giant crush on you.

“I thought you were going to tell her in Sociology.” His sister reaches for the popcorn, disappointed to find the bowl empty. Jeno offers her the bag of marshmallows, but she shakes her head; too sweet.

“That was the plan,” he mumbles. But how is he supposed to look you in the face and tell you about his feelings, when you’re so goddamn cute? Nobody has ever made butterflies erupt in Jeno’s stomach, yet one look from you and he’s absolutely weak. The memory of you kissing him back still haunts him to this day. What if you just did it because you were under the influence? “I chickened out.”

“Shocker.”

“I hope you choke.”

Yeeun snorts. But no matter how much fun they make of each other, at the end of the day, nobody cares about Jeno like Yeeun does. She’s a really great big sister, even if she gets annoying sometimes. So when the girl reaches for the remote to turn down the volume and face him properly, he doesn’t mock her or say something provoking. He holds out his arms and pouts.

When they had been children, Jeno had fallen down the stairs once and promptly fainted. He doesn’t remember much about it, but what stuck with him was the sight of little Yeeun looming over him, crying in worry. She hisses and hits Jeno often, but the second someone else does it, he has to physically hold her back. (She’s tiny, but she packs quite the punch.)

The day Yeeun had found out about his crush on her best friend, he had been drunk off his ass and crying. That’s why she told him that it was going to be alright, because she has his back. So when Jeno inches closer in the wish to be held, she only rolls his eyes and throws her arms around his shoulders. “You’re so annoying. Why’d I get the annoying younger brother?”

“Shut up and comfort me. I was really going to tell her today.” Jeno sniffs. He’s not going to cry, though, he’s only being dramatic. He wishes you were here. “I was so close.”

“I know. Next time.” His sister messes up his hair and grins at him. He laughs at that, reaching out to dishevel her own, and it soon escalates into them wrestling on the couch, fighting for the last bag of Dorito’s.

Their fight is cut short by several quick knocks to the door.

Jeno looks at Yeeun. “Are you expecting somebody?”

She can’t answer; a key is turned in the lock and as they look up alarmed, they’re greeted with the sight of you walking in, your eyes red from all the crying, the apartment’s spare key in your hand.

You hiccup. A tell-tale sign that you’ve been sobbing and are currently trying to stop yourself. “Hi,” you mumble. That’s the magic word for both siblings to jump up and run to you, familiar hands wiping over your wet face and your shoulders. “I just had the worst day ever and I just want to collapse into someone’s bed and die. Thank you.”

“Go rest in my room,” Jeno offers. “Come on.” You don’t need to be told twice, feet carrying you to the room you’ve been so many times before. Your followed by your best friends, who even go as far as tucking you in, and Yeeun leaves a kiss on your forehead.

“Don’t go,” you whisper.

So they don’t. They take you into their middle, Yeeun on your left, Jeno on your right, both brother and sister hugging you tightly. You’re lucky you all fit on Jeno’s bed, and for a while, you just keep laying there, staring at Jeno’s ceiling that’s been freshly painted. As they hold you, you start explaining your weird, nonsense circumstances. They don’t interrupt you once.

You want to stay like this always. Some things in life come and go, but the friendship to these two stays forever. The many nights you spent stargazing. The different occassions of someone crying and the other two cheering them up. Long hugs, adoration that is spoken out loud, silent support. You want to cling to these memories, to their hands, stay in this bed for the rest of your life.

But you’re a princess. You have your loyalties towards the crown, towards your father. Accepting the duty your grandmother laid in your hands feels like treason towards yourself, but you also can’t turn your back on what your father is giving to you.

Family honor. Blood is thicker than water.

That’s why weeks after this, Yeeun and Jeno see you less and less. They knock and spam your phone with several messages, but all they get is half-hearted apologies hours later. Sometimes, there is no response at all. It hurts them a lot, to the point where they spend several days of the week skipping uni to stay home and stuff themselves with ice cream. There’s a (y/n)-shaped hole in their daily lifes, and in Jeno’s heart.

You miss them terribly, just like they miss you. Time is running out until your official coronation, and your grandmother has been preparing you and getting closer to you at the same time. One afternoon, you both cried as you looked over pictures of your father’s coronation.

“I’m so sorry you weren’t able to see him,” she had told you, voice shaky, hands trembling as they gripped yours. For the better part of your life, this woman had been an unknown evil. Now, you’re able to see the love and regret in her eyes. You see it in the way she treats your mother like a proper daughter-in-law, even though she never got to be. The fond smile the queen gifts you with when you show her your photo album with dad’s letters. The pride that’s swelling up in her chest when you behave just like your father. “He loved you long before you were born, just like I did.”

There’s no use denying your feelings for Jeno when the dooming reality is that you’re not allowed to have him, anyways. You don’t tell anyone about your feelings, especially not the queen. But there are nights where you sob yourself to sleep, listening to a particular sad voicemail where Jeno whispers into his phone how badly he wishes you were here. You’re aware your mother knows, because to her, you’re an open book. Thankfully, she doesn’t say anything either. When you mourn your childhood crush, she puts your favorite cookies on the nightstand, leaves a kiss on the crown of your head and closes the door to your room.

Being alone is the only gift she can give you right now. In the whirlwind that is an official introduction to the public, getting some peace and quiet was like heaven.

Your coronation is on the day of your nineteenth birthday.

For the first time, you’re really scared about opening your father’s letter. It’s the last one you’re ever going to receive, and the dread sits heavy in the pit of your stomach. It’s such an umcomfortable feeling. Usually, those letters were a chance to look into your father’s heart. The words that convey his love wrap around you like an embrace, and there are many letters you know word for word. Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear. Your sixteenth letter. You didn’t understand then, but you understand now. The brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all.

You open the letter.

Tears swim in your eyes before you can even realize what is written. You feel so overwhelmed by everything; the need to make your father proud, the love growing steadily in your chest for a man you can’t have. The fear of abandoning your mother. The heavy weight of a crown you never actually wanted. It smothers you, and you need several attempts to catch your breath.

A warm hand wipes your tears away. You didn’t even notice your mother sliding into the seat beside you, but you’re glad she did. She lets you rest your head on her shoulder, and familiar fingers that you’ve known all your life loosen up any knots in your hair. With her help, you’re finally able to read your father’s last words for you.

My dearest (y/n),

What a woman you must have become. If there’s any chance you’ve gotten your mother’s stubbornness, I can rest assured that you know how to get everything you want in your life and what you want. After all, that’s how she charmed me.

Today is the day you turn into an adult. By now, I’m sure you’ve been confronted with the throne you’re about to inherit. When I was your age, there was nothing more exciting than that. Other than you, I was raised to be king, taught what was needed to be known and fed with the love to our people. There is no physical impact you can do as royalty in the 21st century, but we represent the tradition of our country. The voice of those who cannot talk for themselves. We have no power in parliament, but we have the power to get loud enough for it to hear us. What others cannot, we must do for them. To help those who cannot help themselves, we must do everything.

But that is only if you want your crown.

(y/n), the crown was not a family heirloom I intended to give you if you didn’t want it. I love your mother, and I love you. I will continue to do that always, whether you decide to claim your birth right or reject it. I love you even if you abandon the family’s traditions to become the person you’ve always dreamt of, and I will still do that when you ascend the throne and make it yours. We are not our ancestors. The future doesn’t lie in our hands. But we can shape it, just like any other person. We can take each other by the hand and change the world together. My father taught me that long before he taught me how to love the crown.

What he didn’t teach me is the love to another person. It’s the only tradition everyone is too proud to change, or get rid of. Arranged marriages are a given, even though our monarchy has changed to accomadate to modern times. But nothing in this world could have stopped me from giving your mother my heart. After all, she blessed me with the most perfect child and love I ever received. To love is to be blessed. I want you to choose whoever you love. Fight for what you believe in, for I couldn’t do it. It is the only thing I regret in my life. I wanted to give your mother the world, and all I’ve given her is suffering. I hope you can give her that for me.

My mother is very proud. It’s what I got from her. It’s not something I want for you. Pride is nothing but silly. Love without being afraid, (y/n). If the person you give your heart to ends up to be royal or not, does not matter. If you choose to not marry at all is up to you.

All I wish for you is to be happy.

I wish for you to be healthy and satisfied. I wish that you accomplish anything you set your mind to and that you can be proud of your hard work. I wish for you to be supported unconditionally and I wish for you to always have the warmth of your mother in your life, for I can’t be there to do it. I love you, my dearest daughter. You are the greatest gift God has given me.

Happy birthday, little (y/n). May you be in good spirits always. Thank you for making your father beyond happy, even though it was only for a short period of time.

With love,

Dad

You can’t stop sobbing. You set the letter down so your tears don’t ruin it, and your hands move to cover your wet face. The crying doesn’t stop, no matter how much your mother kisses you all over and hugs you close. “I wish I could’ve met him,” you bawl.

Your mother fixes your hair and smiles at you, both happy and sad. “I wish that, too.” Another kiss to your forehead. You hiccup. “He would’ve been the best father.”

The words are imprinted into your mind, haunting you while you get ready. Your grandmother is going to introduce you to the public as the princess for the first time, but thankfully, you don’t have to be queen yet. This press conference is only for you to officially claim the throne. Ascending it wouldn’t happen before you finish university and spent the many years learning how to be a queen with your grandmother. You recite the letter in your head while your face is painted by make-up, and you mouth the words while the last finishing touches are done to your dress. The crown set on your head is light, but it feels like the heaviest thing you ever had to carry in your life.

Someone knocks at the door. Your mother sticks her head through, big smile on your face. You give her one back, even though your heart aches.

You wish Yeeun and Jeno were here.

“You’ve got company,” your mom declares and disappears again. The person stepping inside is not your grandmother, as you expected, but Lee Jeno.

His eyes grow wide when he sees you. And the way he looks at you! As if you were the only star in his universe. Your chest swells with love when you see the awe in his eyes, and you don’t even think about reaching out for him. It happens on instinct. Two big steps, and Jeno carefully wraps his arms around your figure. The people who helped you dress up quietly leave the room.

“You look so, so beautiful,” Jeno whispers into your ear. “So gorgeous. I thought I was looking at an angel.”

“Kiss-up,” you mumble, yet you still turn your head to grin at him. Unbeknownst to you, the sight almost makes Jeno’s heart stop. The things you do to him... “How’d you know I was here?”

“Are you seriously asking me that?” He nudges the tiara on your head. You giggle. “And even if it weren’t apparent, I still would have found a way to meet you. Because I’ve been dying to tell you something.”

That he was disappointed with you? That it’s all your fault the friendship is going downhill right now? You bite the inside of your cheek. Well, it’s not like you don’t deserve to be told off. So you brace yourself for the reprimanding.

“I love you,” is all you’re getting.

It’s your turn to gape at him. Did you imagine him saying that? Is your brain starting to mess with your perception because you’ve been obsessing over your father’s letter? But no, you’re not dreaming - Jeno is looking you in the eyes, soul laid bare. Waiting for you to reject him and send him off forever.

Your hands cup his face. “You do?”

“Of course I do.” Jeno inches closer. He smells like his perfume and a little bit of Yeeun’s deodorant. You know he always ends up using it accidentally, and it makes his sister laugh without end. You know everything about the man in front of you. Your heart spent years gathering information on the only person who’s ever lived there. “When you first gave me the money for that stupid snack in elementary school, I adored you. I didn’t know shit about love then. But I know that I missed you terribly when you didn’t go to school and I know that I loved having you fall asleep on mine and Yeeun’s lap after hours of studying. I loved twirling you around at prom. I love being the one to wake you up in the morning because you get all doe-eyed and clingy when you‘re barely awake. I love listening to things you’re excited about because you end up rambling and your voice is the nicest thing to listen to. (y/n), I may not have known back then what I was dealing with. But I got it bad, and I still do. If you asked me right now, I’d go on my knees just for a slither of affection. I love you. I love you so much, and yet my heart will make more space tomorrow to love you even more. I don’t think I’ll ever stop and at this point, I don’t want to.”

“Jeno,” you whisper. You want to cry again. “Jeno, I’m going to be queen someday.”

“You already are,” he tells you. His voice is soft, just like how he’s holding you close to him. When you lay your hands on his chest, you can hear his heart racing, pounding heavily against his ribs. As if it’s trying to jump into your hands. “You’re my queen. After all, you rule over my heart and my mind. There’s not a second I don’t think about you. Is that so bad?”

“No.” Jeno lets you tug him closer, accepts the kiss you deliver to his lips and the countless ones after that. Every single one is an unspoken confirmation. I’m yours. “Jeno, I love you, but I can’t... I can’t marry someone...” Who’s not blue-blooded, you want to say. You don’t finish your sentence. He doesn’t let you.

“Choose me,” he begs you, heart on his tongue, delivered to you on a silver platter. It’s all he can offer you as Lee Jeno, your childhood prince, the one your heart and soul craves. “Please, choose me.”

❀ ❀ ❀

Time is a flimsy thing.

It flies by when you’re not paying attention, not even for the coronation of a new queen. It doesn’t halt for the freshly crowned, neither does it for anyone else. Compared to claiming your birth right, finishing university was way easier.

But the easiest thing was getting rid of this stupid tradition. It does not survive a day of your regency, despite many in your family bashing you for it. They were silenced the second your grandmother backs you up on it, and you’re eternally grateful for that.

She’s not going to do the same mistake again. Never again is she going to rip apart two lovers who aren’t meant to be seperated.

Lee Jeno is nothing but a regular boy, but it doesn’t stop him from falling to his knees the second the rule is disabled, never to be abided by again. There are crowns adorning your head that are more expensive than the ring he holds in his hands for you, but you’d toss them all away to keep him forever. There is nothing more precious to you in this world than your childhood prince.

You marry out of love, not out of duty. For the rest of your life, you’re going to wake up to Jeno and his sweet smile, crescent eyes and all. You’ll spend eternity reminding your soon-to-be husband how much you adore him, and someday, you’ll watch your children do that, too. You’re absolutely sure your father would be proud of you.

(And to make one thing clear - Yeeun makes a killer maid of honor. Both Jeno and you can vouch for that.)

You may not have ended up with a royal partner, but you sure as hell found your own Prince Charming.

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madmaudlingoes · 4 years

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I’m prepping for a Demon: the Descent game (f i n a l l y) and one of the things I like about it is the tools they provide to establish tone.

DtD, if you’re not familiar, is part of the Chronicles of Darkness shared universe (formerly the New World of Darkness). It’s also more or less what you’d get if you let John LeCarre and William Gibson remix Paradise Lost. The titular demons are techno-organic abominations who can hack the source code of the universe, on the run from the inscrutable God-Machine and its unknown (and perhaps unknowable) agenda. The inspirational media guide includes Leverage, James Bond and the Matrix trilogy, to give you an idea of the overall vibe.

But the Storyteller’s Guide includes a discussion of the “spy story” genre, and two axes along which it can vary, as tools for setting expectations with the players.

One axis they called soft - loud, which is more or less how careful the spies have to be: you could also think of it as the continuum between spy-as-thriller and spy-as-action. In a soft story, paranoia is rampant, nothing is certain, and the slightest misstep could spell disaster, so there’s a lot of tradecraft and subtle scheming. In a loud story, the characters can get away with explosions and car chases and big public gun fights with relatively few repercussions. DtD includes powers that theoretically let the characters erase memories, undo property damage, and even rewind time, so they can get away with action elements if they want; but every time they use their powers, they potentially draw the G-M’s attention, ramping up the danger of doing so. So tuning this axis is mostly about what I’m willing to let the demons get away with.

The other axis is rough - smooth, which is mostly about how much backup the characters have. In a smooth story, there’s a strong institution or powerful backer who can supply money, tools and information; in a rough story, they characters are mostly on their own, often against an institution or organized opposition. This is the difference between most Bond movies and the Jason Bourne movies: Bond usually has plenty of resources at his disposal, Bourne is usually scraping and improvising. In the game, this mostly relates to how strict I am about resource management, and what kind of NPCs I want to throw at them; demons do sometimes organize to pool resources, but that doesn’t mean they trust each other.

I also tend to think there’s a third axis, which I’d call fantasy - plausibility or camp - serious. A plausible/serious spy story -- well, it can still be loud (even if that’s not particularly realistic) but the tone, the stakes, the technology, etc. are all rooted in something that might exist in the real world. It sees itself as a drama, even when using the flashy tropes of an action film. A more fantasy/camp spy story, on the other hand, almost treats “spy” as a character class, features improbable tech, and while the stakes might be high they’re not at all realistic. Spy Kids, Austin Powers, Kingsmen, Get Smart - they’re not all pastiches of spy stories, but they’re all campy enough to be fun escapism. Whereas the Bourne films, while not exactly realistic (amnesia, car chases, shootouts...) are dead serious about the whole thing, and limit the gadgetry to things that could probably exist. Bond movies are all over this axis, because sometimes it’s gritty realism and sometimes he’s on the moon.

Since DtD is a horror game, it probably won’t go very campy? But i have an NPC who’s a bathroom on hand and @lofrothepirate wants a talking dog, so who knows.

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seokoloqy · 5 years

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helLO pARADISE, mY NAMe IS | myg (m)

➳ PAIRING: hades!yoongi x persephone!y/n

➳ GENRE: smut, just a tiny bit of angst, greek myth!au

➳ WORD COUNT: 10k

➳ WARNINGS: attempted kidnapping, mentions of death, fingering (he has rings on yeehaw), unprotected sex, creampie

➳ SUMMARY: Buried in the Earth where seasons did not exist, where all prosperous life perished, and Helios’s blinding light could not touch; you slept soundly in the arms of darkness.

➳ A/N: oomf first fic of 2019! i love greek myths so i hope i did it justice... and feedback is always welcome! anyways, happy new year everyone and i hope you enjoy!!

As the clouds wept for their fallen god, he was consumed by the Earth, sinking into the deepest parts of despair where humanity no longer existed and death lurked in the inky shallows of Styx. He found himself trapped inside the loneliest void the world had to offer. His brothers did not grieve for his loss for they found comfort in their own luxury above where the Earth flourished in his absence. As flowers began to blossom in Spring, he created a kingdom where isolation and despair found solace in the arms of the dead.

Eons of solitude wore away at his weary soul, and he longed for Helios’s blinding rays to grace his pale skin, to see blooming gardens rise from dirt, and for the smell of earthy petrichor once again. He wanted—needed—his own slice of Elysian in the Hell he, unfortunately, called home.

“Hello, uh…” Is the first missing piece of euphoria he has found in your hesitant voice, as you struggle to address him. You had accidentally bumped into him, colliding against one another as you tried running the opposite direction, away from the vigilant eyes of your keeper.

In the lively chatter of drunken gods, he can only focus on you, the budding goddess of Spring, and forgets entirely why he has come to visit his brother's palace. It’s rare to find him wandering the great and golden halls of Olympus; he doesn’t belong in the palace of glowing gods.

It’s amusing you don’t recognize him. Can’t you tell? He diminishes light, darkness follows his wake, flowers wilt and die, life ceases to exist wherever he goes. It must be your mother, leaving you clueless and naive to the realm of Hades.

“Yoongi.” He answers, reprieving you from embarrassment. No recognition, not even a glint behind your youthful and sparkling eyes. You really have never heard of the danger you’ve just met.

“Hello Yoongi, my name is Y/N,” you chirp.

Light does not touch him, yet, the outstretched offering of peace glows softly. Your hand reaches towards him, a golden light that breaks the cover of darkness surrounding his being.

Hesitantly, he takes your hand gently, afraid he might put out your ethereal light. To his astonishment, as his hand envelops yours it glows brighter, like a connection woven by the fates has been made. He’s struck by the warmth that encompasses him, thawing his frozen heart and sending him spiraling down into sweet oblivion.

The seconds of your warm, endless light holding onto him is enough to decide. He needs you to save him from the eternal darkness that clouds his realm—bring him salvation from solitude.

“There you are, Y/N! What are you doing wandering off, love?”

Your hand slips from his and the connection is lost, leaving him bitterly cold once again, longing for a hint of warmth.

Love. He hasn’t heard that useless phrase in centuries, but as it falls from the messenger god’s lips, it ignites a long forgotten flame inside him. What was it like to have a lover? Admittedly he has had his share of meaningless late-night affairs, but what does it feel like to hold someone he cherishes in his arms at the end of his eternal nights?

“Your mother put me in charge of you, and she’ll castrate me if she finds out you’ve been talking to strangers.” The exasperated messenger pulls you away from the brooding god, keeping you a safe distance from the dark.

Yoongi is hardly a stranger. Olympus knows his name, eldest son of Kronos and king of the underworld, he deserves more respect from a simple winged boy. However, he doesn’t express his contempt for the messenger’s choice of words, leaving his anger to simmer.

“You can’t keep me by your side forever, Taehyung. I want to be free to meet new people.” You dare to look towards Yoongi, the enigmatic stranger whose cold hands somehow felt warm clasped around yours.

You examine the crown resting carefully atop his silver hair. The metal, well-worn through years of abuse, has turned a discolored amber color. The design of his crown twists into what resembles antlers overlapping one another with a single garnet gem held in the center. It looks sharp enough to pierce the skin.

“Am I not sufficient company, darling?” Taehyung pouts then brings his attention towards Yoongi giving him a look that says something along the lines of ‘back off’. A look that doesn’t intimidate Yoongi the slightest, he has seen worse in Tartarus, where only the wicked spend their eternity. “Would you prefer to be acquainted with the king of Hades instead?”

Dissatisfaction is prevalent in Taehyung’s voice. Of all the gods on Olympus, you had to meet him, the most unpleasant, insolent, and ill-tempered god of them all. He is meant to look after you during your visit to Olympus and now you're smitten by the king of Hades.

You stare wide-eyed at Yoongi. You’ve heard of his realm before briefly when your mother explained what happened to mortals when they died. You faintly recall her saying his kingdom was desolate and devoid of life, including the gardens you cherish so much.

You purse your rosy lips, disapproving of Taehyung’s attitude towards not only you but Yoongi as well. “I can befriend whoever I please, you aren’t my mother and you don’t control me, Taehyung.”

“She’s right. I believe she should be free to choose for herself,” Yoongi agrees, keeping his eyes keenly trained on you while Taehyung’s narrow at the king’s words.

“What has brought you to Olympus, Yoongi? Neither of your brothers or sisters has requested you, I would have known.” Taehyung knows everything that goes on in the palace, who comes and goes, who belongs and who doesn’t.

“I am here on my own accord, boy. Do I need permission to visit my brother's palace?” Venom drips from Yoongi’s lips as he glowers at the pretentious young god.

The air slowly begins to thin and becomes harder and harder to breathe. With the tension between the two, you start to feel uncomfortable watching their silent confrontation. You grab Taehyung’s hand and try pulling him away first, knowing the hot-headed messenger doesn’t like to back down from a challenge.

“Let's go back to the garden. I want to see the flowers again,” you mutter. Taehyung reluctantly follows tearing his gaze away to trail after you. “Goodbye, Yoongi, it was nice meeting you.”

You turn away from the god without looking back, silently hoping you can continue this meeting another time soon when there is no guardian hovering over you under the instruction of your mother.

Yoongi watches as you disappear, taking the light with you and leaving him alone in the dark once again.

The mortal world is where the foolish, the greedy, and the sinful lie. The likes of which, you blindly do not know of. You are caught in an idyllic dream where there is no wrong in the world, carefully crafted by your mother.

She believes mortals are expendable beings that have no business being associated with the gods. They’re dirty creatures with wicked whims that will do anything for what they desperately desire. They hunt their prey like wild beasts, unrelenting and merciless.

“Come out, there is no use in hiding. You’re mine.”

Taehyung left you by the lapping pools of a crystal lake. You convinced him it was a safe location since it is so close to home, where your mother is. He trusted you would be safe under the watch of several nymphs who inhabited the quiet lake.

“Did you hear me? You belong to me. Now come out before I get angry.”

However, it wasn’t safe there, someone was watching in the dark foliage, stalking you with their vigilant eyes. You were unaware of the danger that lurked in the dark as you plucked wildflowers from the Earth.

“When I find you, I will make you my bride.”

You had no choice but to run, trying to find sanctuary in an unfamiliar part of the forest. No protection against this danger, just your instinct, and prayers that one of the benevolent gods will come to your rescue.

As your bare feet desperately push you forward, the ground begins to tremble. You’re knocked off balance and sent tumbling into the ground. As you lie in the dirt, whimpering as rocks dig into your soft flesh, the sound of footsteps creeps closer. You’re certain he has found you and will drag you back to his kingdom where he will make sure of his promise.

Fear grips you in its steady grasp. Your legs are frozen, unable to stand again, despite your begging. You plead for the strength to move, but nothing finds you. Just as helplessness washes over you, the Earth finally caves, sinking you into the deepest parts of despair.

Your descent begins with a scream for help as you fall into unending darkness. You meet water at the end of your fall—bottomless, black waters. It consumes you and envelops your entire being in its murky depths. The sting of its surface hitting your skin is excruciating. You try to cry out from pain, but water rushes into your lungs as you thrash.

Swimming towards the surface, you’re met with dim moonlight and an endless fog. You violently cough up the remnants of water still lingering in your throat. There is no shore in sight, you're left no resting place, forced to paddle your arms and kick your legs to stay afloat.

“Hello?” You call out hoarsely, hoping for an answer in this lifeless world. “Please help me!”

“Help will never come, you foolish child,” a disembodied voice hisses.

You twist your head, looking for the source of the voice to find nothing but the same endless waters. There is nowhere to hide if it chooses to find you. You reply to it, “What do you mean? Where am I?”

The voice mockingly laughs, echoing all around yet no one is there, “You’re in Hades.”

Yoongi. The king of Hades crosses your mind. This is his realm. Which means he must be here too, watching over his kingdom. Was it him who sent you here?

“Do you… have any idea how to get out?”

It laughs again, “Once you’re here you can never leave.”

The laughter subsides and you’re left alone again to muddle in your thoughts. That stranger in the forest, this is all his fault. He called himself a king, he said he was lost, and he asked for your name which you carelessly gave away. He hunted you and chased you through the thickets, all while spewing nonsensical vows to marry you.

While you pity yourself for being so foolish, you feel a tug at your dress. As you try peering down into the inky waters, it tugs again harder, nearly submerging your head under. Panic sets in and you begin to swim towards nothing in particular, just desperate to get away from whatever is grabbing at you.

A hand wraps around your ankle pulling you underneath the surface. You clamp your mouth shut to stop the scream desperate to escape and try to swim up, moving your legs to shake off the hand. In the murky waters, you can make out a figure of a person, holding tightly onto your ankle. Its grey fingers dig into your skin, piercing the flesh and hooking into you. The hollow eyes and decaying face watch as you twist and pull yourself closer to the surface.

There’s another corpse, and another, appearing out of the dark depths all swimming towards you, trying to get a piece. One of the corpses pushed into the one holding onto you and you manage to pry your leg free. Without hesitation you begin to swim away, rising to the surface for air.

You can feel their hands brushing along your legs, stomach, and waist. Swimming further into the fog, you make out a rocky shore. You kick your legs and dive your arms into the water, trying to escape.

As you come upon the shores filled with piercing rocks, you can no longer stand to move your limbs. You lay in the rising waters, half submerged and your arms splayed forwards gripping onto the jagged rocks for a semblance of comfort.

There are no more hands clawing at your feet, for now, you believe you are safe and that lulls you into a deep sleep.

“How could you let this happen? I told you to bring her to me safely and she is worse than when she arrived! You’re absolutely useless, get out.”

Your eyes flutter open at the familiar sound of Yoongi’s voice, hushed and irritated. Footsteps recede and a door is slammed, followed by Yoongi’s deep sigh.

You are no longer on the rocky shores of Hades, instead, you’re pressed against a mattress tucked beneath a wool blanket. The room is unfamiliar, coated in blacks and greys. The black canopy bed you are laid in is draped in dark mesh, leaving the hushed whisper behind a semi-transparent curtain. You can faintly make out the silhouette of Yoongi and his pointed crown.

“Yoongi,” you whisper, reaching your now bandaged arm out to push aside the mesh drape.

He must have heard you, his outline turns towards the bed and opens the curtain, revealing him in the same dark attire you last saw him in. His face is relieved, lips twisting into a faint smile as he gazes at you fondly. “You’re okay now. Just rest and I will run you a bath soon.”

“No, wait!” You call just as he begins to turn away, a hand darting out to latch onto his retreating figure, only grazing the skin of his wrist lightly. He flinches from your touch, and you withdraw your hand to your chest. Your cheeks turn a rosy color, feeling as if you’ve interfered with his personal space. He doesn’t seem like the type of man who enjoys physical contact.

When you first met, he was so hesitant to even touch you. Maybe he only shook your hand so you would leave him alone, after all, he has a reputation on Olympus for being a callous god.

“I mean… thank you for answering me.”

“Answering you?” He echoes, parting the drapes further.

You pluck the stray threads of wool from the blanket thrown over you. “I prayed.” You answer, pushing yourself up the bed. Your bare arms are met with cold air, sending your arms to unconsciously wrap around yourself. Your dress is still damp from the fall. “I prayed and you saved me, didn’t you?”

Yoongi takes the wool blanket and pushes it over your shoulders, careful not to touch your glowing skin. He licks his parched lips and offers you a solemn reply, “I hardly saved your life. You landed in Styx, nearly drowned in the waters and cut yourself on the shores. I could have killed you.”

“But you saved me from that wicked king, Pirithous. I’d rather be dead than trapped as a bride to that awful man?”

Yoongi makes note of that name, mentally reserving a special spot in Tartarus for him soon.

“Sir?”

“What now?” Yoongi snaps, turning to the door where his withered ferryman stands haunched. Yoongi hasn’t gotten over the carelessness and disregards the ferryman seemed to have for his order to bring you back unscathed.

“The messenger is here for you.”

“Taehyung?” You perk up, pushing aside the blanket, eager to see your friend again. You want to be held in comforting arms, a familiar and safe embrace. “I have to see him.”

Yoongi is quick to move in front of you as you swing your legs over the bed. He has his palm towards you as a gesture to stop you, close, but not touching your bare shoulder. “You can’t see him, not like this.”

You glance down at your attire, lilac dress clinging to your damp skin. Despite this, you don’t find anything the matter. The wool blanket is tossed aside and you stand, nearly pressing against him, toe to toe. He doesn’t seem to notice the proximity, a glaze in his atramentous eyes.

“I mean… You could become ill. This dress…” he drifts off, eyes trailing to the side where they linger over the sheets you slept peacefully in. “I’ll run you a bath instead.”

Yoongi steps away, finally regaining his sanity, and makes his way towards the connecting bathroom. The ornamental cape draped over his shoulders flows behind his figure and disappears into the bath.

You turn your head to the shadowy man still lingering in the doorway who curiously stares at the soft golden halo of light enveloping your body. It’s unnerving the way his skeletal fingers clutch his staff tightly to his chest and his crooked gaze drifts over you.

The faucet is turned on, the sound of water filling the tub fills the room and the arcane ferryman turns to leave the threshold, returning to the river where he is most needed.

“Come in.” Yoongi emerges from the bathroom, sleeves rolled up and showing off the pale skin underneath.

“W-With you?”

You regret the words as soon as they come out of your mouth, not realizing how it sounds aloud. What is it that you’re implying?

Yoongi drags his eyes down your figure, tonguing his cheek. ”No, I have to meet with the messenger.” He shakes his head, trying to erase the lustful images that have plagued his thoughts. He takes his leave, heading towards the door afraid if he looks at you again, it will drive him insane. “Please, take as long as you need.”

He leaves before you can thank him for saving you—for caring for you.

You emerge from the bathroom, wrapped tightly in a white towel. Your original clothes are damp with water from the river and you’re left with no other option. You flush at the thought of wandering around Yoongi’s palace with nothing but a flimsy piece of cloth wrapped around your body.

The room is well furnished with a full vanity table as well as a closet. There must be something in there for you to wear, undoubtedly only men’s clothing, specifically only Yoongi’s clothing. You walk across the room to the closet, opening up the creaking doors.

There only seems to be one color pallet in his wardrobe—black. The shirts hung up are neatly spaced on the rack with pants folded and resting at the bottom. His shirts are all the same, black button-up shirts. You pull one off the hanger and slip your arms through the sleeves. They fall past your hands and stop mid-thigh.

You admire the silk and the cooling effect it has on your skin. Releasing your towel to the ground, you begin to button up the shirt. As you pick up the pants laid out and unravel them, they seem too big to fit around your waist so you put them back, deciding the shirt is enough for now.

The halls are empty, holding only foreboding darkness at the end where you have no idea what awaits. This is nothing like Olympus, where the golden halls are lined with windows opening to the blue skies and wispy clouds. Here, heavy curtains cover the pane and block the view.

Yoongi never said you had to stay in the room, and you’re hoping to find Taehyung and explain everything to him. Your mother must be worried sick, you have to reassure her you’re okay.

“Yoongi?” You try calling. You doubt you’ll find the throne room easily and there isn’t anyone around to guide you.

Leaving the hall you come upon a room where you’re struck with a sense of familiarity. Underneath the dome-shaped ceiling is a tree. In the heart of the room is a full pomegranate tree, bearing deliciously ripe fruit.

You unconsciously step forward, entranced by the glowing halo of light cascading down from the windows above. The only bit of light in this realm belongs to the tree. You ache for its warmth to blossom across your skin once again.

Your hand reaches for one of the sanguine fruit, plucking it off. As the branch snaps back and the leaves rustle, you run your thumb over the smooth skin, admiring the ripeness and shine. The shell cracks under the pressure of your fingers digging into the core where the wine colored juices leak out and bleed onto your fingers. You pluck a few maroon seeds from the center and fondle them in the palm of your hand.

“Stop! What are you doing?” The yell comes from the opposite end of the room, there you see Yoongi rapidly approaching, cape billowing behind him. He rips the fruit from your unsteady hands and tosses it to the ground, giving you a warning look. “You must not eat or drink anything from my kingdom if you want to return home to your mother. Do you understand me?” He warns, stern eyes focusing on your gaping features.

All you can do is nod weakly as your eyes drift to the discarded fruit and scattered seeds, not daring to look up, “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t know.”

You really are a foolish girl. No wonder your mother never let you roam the land without a guardian. It took months of begging for her to agree to let you visit Olympus for the first time, but only with Taehyung as an escort. You can’t go anywhere alone without her overbearing fear for your safety.

Yoongi regrets his uncontrolled outburst, feeling guilty as your face falls, but he can’t risk unintentionally trapping you here. You probably will never forgive him. “Don’t apologize to me.” He sighs, shifting his crown forward as it had moved back in his haste to reach you on time.

You nod silently, toying with the edge of his shirt draped over your figure. Yoongi’s attention drifts over to your hands and down to the bare skin of your legs. Under his gaze, you unconsciously pull the shirt lower, embarrassed by the exposure.

“You must be cold.” He blurts, hands moving to his neck where the string of his cape lies. “Here, take this.”

He unties his cape, pulling the string around his neck loose with agile fingers and wraps it over your shoulders, the warmth left from his body lingers and envelops you. He fixes it around your shoulders, tying a neat bow in the front.

You don’t have the heart to tell him you aren’t cold as your giddy heart races when he smoothes the dark cloth over your shoulders. A touch that sends shivers down your body, although not the same as when you first met. When your hands touched for the first time it felt like millions of volts through your body, sensations you only crave more of.

“There you go,” he murmurs, lips pulling into a tight awkward smile as his hands fall from your shoulders.

“Thank you.” You fight off the rising blush, wrapping the entire cape around your body to hug yourself.

“Of course. Now, come, I have a room for you.” He gestures with two fingers beckoning you to follow him through the door you came through and back into the dark halls.

“What about Taehyung? Hasn’t he come to take me home?” You ask, catching up to Yoongi as he moves to the door.

He must have spoken to Taehyung while you were bathing. Did Yoongi tell him what happened to you?

“I’ve explained everything and we both agreed it would be safer if… you stayed here with me for a while.” There is a hint of unease behind his voice and he reaches to unbutton his collar, exposing his sunken collarbones.

“And my mother? She must be worried!” You exclaim, taking the cape and wrapping it tighter around yourself as it gives you a bit of security from the dark.

Yoongi grimaces at the mention of your overbearing mother, “Taehyung will notify her. You have nothing to worry about.”

You nod, accepting his answers. Staying here doesn’t seem so bad. You’ve never really gotten the chance to explore anywhere else but Earth, where it’s green grass and blue skies never failed to make you feel comforted. Here it’s different. Every inch of this kingdom is covered in mist and decay, the inhabitants are no longer living.

But looking at Yoongi as he strides confidently down the hall makes you a bit braver, he is undisturbed by the darkness of his kingdom and you want to exude that same confidence. Adapting to and learning about a whole new world intrigues you, especially when its king is so infamous on Olympus—a mystery in your eyes.

“This is your room for now.” He stops in front of the door adjacent to the one you woke up in. Both doors are exactly alike and you can only guess behind the door is an immaculate copy of the same room. “And I’ll be in the one across from you.”

“Thank you,” you grin, pulling him into a hug. He has his arms hovering over your shoulders, startled by your sudden embrace. Before he can lay his hand around you, you pull away. “And goodnight, Yoongi.”

The room, despite its fresh linen and immaculate furnishings, fails to bring you a sense of comfort in this unfamiliar environment. You’re alone underneath the suffocating blankets and left pondering what your fate would have been if you hadn’t been rescued by Yoongi.

If he hadn’t saved you… just the thought of that vile and repulsive king trying to steal you away to make you his prize of a wife makes you want to scream. You’re beyond grateful for Yoongi’s generosity and hospitality—welcoming you into his kingdom, an infamous land where its doors open only for the dead.

You stare at the ceiling, thinking of the man resting in the room across the hall. You’ve only just met, yet, there is an undeniable pull—like Eros has struck you with his golden arrow and brought you together. You find yourself longing again for his touch.

You brush off your lingering thoughts and toss aside the sheets, letting it fall across the empty half of the bed. From your bedroom to his, you carefully tip-toe across the empty hall, hoping not to disturb whatever resides in the dark. As you push down the golden handle and creak open a sliver of his door, you’re met with the silver moonlight and the shadow of Yoongi’s figure as he faces the window. He turns his head at the sound of his door opening, startled by the sudden intruder.

Peaking your head through the crack, you ask him a question, “May I come in?”

He nods and turns to face you, hands clasped behind his back as he watches you enter the room silently. You shut the door behind you, hearing the lock click into place and lean against the door frame.

“Are you feeling alright?” He asks, hoping the chilling temperature hasn’t begun to affect you.

“I’m feeling fine, but I just…” you trail off, unable to find the right words. Asking the king of Hades if you can spend the night in his bed together seems so uncouth to you. “Can I stay with you? Just for tonight.”

You prepare for the worst reaction, for him to refuse and turn you away, laughing at your foolish bravery. Although, you’re silently praying he’ll agree to let you fall soundly asleep in his arms.

“Yes.” He speaks without hesitation despite his better judgment objecting every step he takes towards the bed, suddenly looking smaller than before. How can he lay beside a goddess, one who shines despite the looming darkness that shrouds him, without diminishing part of that light?

You nearly skip to the bed, wanting nothing more than to crawl into it and drift off into oblivion securely pressed against his chest. You peel the sheets back, sliding into the familiar warmth with a satisfied sigh.

He doesn’t know if you’d prefer for him to join you now or wait until you’re asleep.

“Will you join me?” You ask through tired eyelids. Today has been an experience you never thought possible, meeting the king of Hades, being chased by another mad king and brought to the underworld. You just want to sleep for centuries.

He wordlessly nods and pulls back the blanket and joins you, laying on his side facing you.

You turn on your side to look at his glowing features, boldly letting your tired thoughts slip out, “You’re cute.” Your finger traces the curve of his nose and pauses at the tip just as he begins to blush. A giggle escapes you and you pull your finger away, enjoying the way his nose scrunches and he shakes his head.

“Just cute?” He muses. “I should be the one saying that to you.”

“Ah,” you swoon, pressing a hand to your cheek jokingly. “The almighty king of the underworld believes I’m cute.”

“Is that so surprising?”

“No, many gods tell me frequently… however, I think I like when you say it the most,” you admit, slipping an arm underneath his to bring yourself closer to his chest and resting to the sound of his beating heart.

Adjusting to the eternal night sky and echoing screams of the damned takes time. You’re sure that enough time has passed above that the trees are beginning to shed its leaves and the vibrant flowers are beginning to wilt in preparation for Fall. There’s no way of knowing for sure, there are no flowers in Hades, besides the pomegranate tree that never seems to wither. While the season change, you take comfort resting endless nights away beneath the everlasting tree, needing no other entertainment besides the artificial light and rustling branches as they sway peacefully.

But it’s no secret you long to see grassy hills and blooming flowers again while stuck in this kingdom—it’s not like home. The closest you will ever get to those blossoming hills is the distant glow of the Elysian, a sanctuary out of reach to you. It’s reserved only for righteous mortal souls, off-limits to everyone else.

Yoongi has assured you many times that this is for the best. He only wants to keep you safe while Pirithous is still roaming the Earth looking for a bride. He tries making up for your frustrations by allowing you to join him as he rules over his kingdom with a stern fist. You sit by his side, listening to woeful tales of dead men and women as they beg for another chance at life. The answer is always a resounding no. You’ve learned that Yoongi doesn’t allow for second chances—one miserable life is enough for mortals.

Today seems no different as the weeping man falls to his knees before you, desperately holding onto a lyre and pleading for the return of his wife. “Please, I’ve come so far… Euridice was so young and we just married. We had our whole lives ahead of us. She was taken too quickly from me.”

You hear Yoongi huff, bored and already waiting to move on.

“And what makes this any different than all the others? I’ve heard it before. Don’t waste my time with your tears, Orpheus.”

“B-But I’ll do anything to save my love,” the man stutters, clambering to his feet, daring to take a step forward. “Wouldn’t you do the same for yours?”

Yoongi’s eyes naturally glance to you and you can’t help but notice. You haven’t been here long, no one in the underworld really knows the real magnitude of your relationship with its king, not even you. Does sharing a bed and falling asleep in his arms every night count as something more to him? You hope it does because you find yourself loving the nights you spend together in his room talking about the world above, how he still loves his chaotic brothers despite their differences and your love for blooming flowers in the Springtime.

“Anything?” Yoongi muses, leaning into the ebony throne with his arms resting on either side, a hint of mischief in his voice. “Then prove it to me.”

“W-What?” The mortal clutches his lyre to his chest, confused by the king’s request.

“Prove to me how much you care for your love and I might be inclined to release her.”

You look between the two men staring at one another as seconds pass. Yoongi isn’t one to let spirits leave his kingdom easily. It will take an extraordinary gesture that will move him enough to set Euridice free. You already pity the mortal, he’s lost his wife and now has come a long way to bravely face the king of Hades.

“I accept,” Orpheus speaks after mulling over his options. He sits on the ground, positioning his lyre before strumming the strings of his worn instrument. The melody he creates is a melancholy song of longing and loss. As it slowly echoes through the room, you’re entranced by the gentle sound of his haunting song. It’s like you can feel his pain, his grief, his loneliness. Even without words, it’s clear how much he loves his wife.

It reminds you of your situation and how you desperately want to be reunited with your mother, how lonesome it is here without the nymphs or Taehyung, but also the way you feel for Yoongi.

He stops strumming, waiting for a response from the king. Yoongi seems unmoved, remaining in his laid-back position and twisting the metal ring on his forefinger with his thumb lazily.

“All I can say is, I’m impressed by your incredible talent, unfortunately...”

You know what’s coming, the cruel refusal and unsympathetic shrug as he dismisses him for another desperate soul. The ‘no’ is just on the tip of his tongue and you can’t help but beat him to the conclusion. You can’t watch another one go, not after such a moving performance. He deserves to be reunited with his love, he’s proven himself enough with his haunting melody

“Give him a chance, Yoongi.” You lean across your chair, reaching for his hand.

Orpheus begins with a chant of thank you’s and relieved tears as he looks to your sympathetic face.

“And why should I?” Yoongi interrupts. He doesn’t show any indignation for your demand, nor does he seem pleased.

“You can’t turn him away, not after he traveled all the way to bravely face you. I think he has proven his love enough. Please, give him a chance.”

“If you truly believe he deserves this, I promise to let her go on one condition,” he turns toward Orpheus. “You can have her back as long as you don’t look at her until you leave this realm. You may have the urge to turn back but, if you don’t, you’ll have a lifetime with her if you keep your patience for a little while longer.”

Another odd request from the king, but nevertheless, the mortal man is overjoyed by your persuasion. He swears to obey Yoongi’s wishes, believing he won’t lose her again. He makes his way to the doors, eagerly awaiting to be reunited with his wife once again on Earth. As he turns, a shadowy figure materializes behind him in the form of his wife, no longer the decrepit and pale apparition she once was while stuck in oblivion. Her young, familiar self has been restored by Yoongi’s promise.

You watch as they leave, Eurydice trailing behind her ecstatic husband as he leads them off. However, it doesn’t take long until the news of their ill-fated journey meets your ears.

“He couldn’t do it?” You push yourself off the ground and wipe away the dirt stuck to the chiffon fabric of your dress. You took a break to relax away from the tears of the dead.

“The very last step, he turned around and now Eurydice has returned to Asphodel.” He explains.

His unapologetic tone irritates you. He doesn’t seem to have any remorse for the star-crossed lovers. Why would he create another challenge after Orpheus had already proven himself? Did Yoongi want to watch as he failed to save his wife again?

“You’re cruel.” You spin to face the tree trunk and pick at its bark, hiding your watering eyes from him. Your fingers pluck at the bark until a splinter pierces your skin and a quiet whimper passes your lips. You pull your hand back to inspect it, but Yoongi grabs it first, watching as the golden ichor bleeds from your finger.

“Am I?” He feigns disbelief, gazing between your tearful expression and the cut on your index finger. “I gave him a chance to cheat death, and he failed. How am I so cruel?”

He presses a delicate kiss to your finger, watching your reaction as roses blossom on your cheeks. He uses the hand in his grasp to pull you into his arms, where you find home in the crook of his neck.

“You knew he would turn around. You pretended to give him a chance when you knew he would fail. Why couldn’t you just let her go instead of giving him false hope?” You press your face into his shoulder, wiping away tears that have formed but refuse to fall.

They had a chance at a happy ending and he has ruined it with an impossible challenge.

“Life isn’t fair and neither is death. I only taught him that again.”

Nothing is ever fair, especially death. Loved ones are taken too quickly and bargains and bribes will never bring them back. You frown, knowing his words are right.

You pull away from his embrace, needing a moment for yourself and leave him behind, as he wonders what he did wrong, and make your way through the darkened halls to your original room.

You’d rather sleep alone tonight. As you trudge towards your room, you wonder if you’ll ever be freed. It has been over a month since you’ve been here and despite the constant reassurance, you still don’t know when it’ll ever be safe to return to the surface.

Will he keep you here forever too? Like another one of his shades he refuses to let go of. But given the chance, do you want to leave him?

Yes, you miss your mother, but the difference between her and being here with Yoongi is the way they treat you. Your mother, despite her heart being in all the right places, treated you like a child. There was never a moment where she’d let you go off alone, not even on Olympus where there’s enough power in one god to smite any trespasser. Instead, she says it’s the gods you needed to fear. All that power in childish and irresponsible deities is a dangerous mix that she didn’t want you to be associated with.

Here, you’ve learned more than you ever have on Earth about life and death. There’s so much about Hades you want to learn including all the secrets of its ruler.

The guest room is cold and unwelcoming, and you’re tempted to walk across the hall to join Yoongi and forget about the whole situation. Instead, you collapse onto the bed and sigh as the events of today wash over you.

“There you are.”

You know that voice, the voice of the man who tried taking you away. He finally found you. The door shuts behind him as he creeps into the room with a wicked grin on his face.

“How did you find me?” You’re back against the headboard as you try and press yourself away from him.

“It doesn’t take a lot to bribe the ferryman into giving you away,” he laughs, standing at the edge of your bed, reaching out to you with withered fingers.

You jump off the bed to avoid his grasp, crying out, “Get away from me. I will never marry you!”

The lamp on the bed stand is wrenched from the table and you throw it in his direction, hitting him square in the face. As it collides with his nose, you take the chance to run while he stumbles back in pain. He cries out profanities and curses your name. You have no time to pay attention to the words that escape his mouth as you dash into the hall and come upon the pomegranate tree.

“Yoongi!” You call, running through the door on the other side where the throne room is. You burst through the doors and find Yoongi already standing at his throne.

“What’s the matter?” He demands as you throw yourself into his arms. He was planning out an apology before going to see you in your room, having no idea of the intruder trying to steal you from him.

The door swings open and Pirithous barges in with fury etched on his face, blood leaking from his nose.

Yoongi pushes you behind him and addresses the pathetic man. You watch as Pirithous begins to cower, not realizing you had come into the throne room where Yoongi had been and not expecting the king of Hades to look so intimidating.

“And who are you?” Yoongi questions, looking over the unfamiliar face.

“P-Pirithous, your majesty.”

Recognition and anger are what you see cross Yoongi’s face. “You really are a fool, Pirithous, daring to come into my kingdom to steal yourself a bride,” Yoongi sneers, advancing towards the trembling mortal. “And what makes you think I’ll let you walk back out?” He grabs Pirithous by the collar and brings his face closer to watch as the man pales. “If I were you, I’d start praying to the gods and maybe they will have enough pity to save you because I certainly will not.”

Yoongi turns and pulls him by the collar towards his throne where he throws Pirithous. As he falls into the chair thick vines begin to overlap his body and trap him.

“You’ll stay there until the Erinyes come to collect you.”

“N-No… you can’t do this to me! I am a king!” Pirithous screams desperately, thrashing against his bindings.

You stand by Yoongi, watching him struggle and you can only feel relief. How can you feel sympathy for the man who tried abducting you? Whatever his fate will be you’re glad he’s no longer a threat to you.

“Come with me. You have nothing to worry about anymore.” Yoongi takes your hand, guiding you away from the anguished cries and pleading screams. It’s the last you see of Pirithous.

It seems like eons since you’ve last seen a flower, much less a whole field of them, swaying gently in the chilling breeze of the underworld. The vermillion poppies Yoongi presents you are like a gift that swells your heart with adoration. Despite the looming cavernous cave you stand near, the sight is pleasant and welcoming. You’re tempted to dash into the fields and throw yourself into the flowers, but you haven’t been outside his castle since you arrived here, so you’re unsure of what could be lurking in the fields or the cave.

“I don’t come here often because the brothers that dwell in these caves are quite reclusive. However, I’m sure they won’t mind you being here awhile.” Yoongi explains, striding into the red meadow. You trail after him, letting your hand glide across the tips of the flowers that meet your waist. “I know it doesn’t compare to the flowers on Earth, but-”

“No, they’re perfect.” Your hand reaches for his without thinking to intertwine your fingers together. His fingers tighten around yours and he smiles as you begin to lead the way.

You spend a majority of time walking through the meadow and weaving flowers into your hair as he watches on. You’re sat in the middle of the field beneath the looming flowers, head leaning on Yoongi’s shoulder as you twirl a poppy absentmindedly between your fingers. It’s peaceful here and you can pretend you’re no longer in Hades, instead, above on Earth where Spring continues to flourish and nothing is dead.

“I’m sorry I upset you earlier,” he mumbles, watching the flowers sway. “Perhaps I am cruel to tear two lovers apart and perhaps I’m jealous that they have a love that will last forever even when one of them is gone.”

Listening to Orpheus weep about losing his love too soon made Yoongi realize how little time he has left with you, and it only dwindles with each moment that passes in this meadow. With Pirithous no longer any threat, you’ll be back in your mother’s arms in no time and he’ll be here, tending to the dead as he has for eons, alone. Will you forget about him as each month slowly passes and you’re reunited with the other gods?

“What do you have to be jealous of?”

“Because you’ll be gone soon,” he admits. “And I...”

He can barely finish his sentence. The time you’ve spent with him is what he will continue to cherish forever, how can he easily give that away? He doesn’t want to think of eternity without you. He’ll miss your light.

The wistful expression on his face as he looks down at your glowing figure tugs at your heart. In this moment, you know exactly what you want. You want him—all of him, even the darkest parts he keeps hidden. For the first time, you realize you’re in love with him. It’s not even the type of love Eros himself could conjure up with a strike through the chest with his precise golden arrows. The king of Hades has absolutely stolen your heart all on his own.

“Do you think I’ll stop loving you even when we’re apart?” You scan his awestruck expression, tucking the red flower behind his ear and cradling his cheek. Against the ashen color of his hair, the bit of color from the flower brightens his tender smile. “I love you, Yoongi, you are my paradise. Even if we’re apart.”

Your echoing words resonate deeply within him.

Love and paradise.

There is that word again, but this time it doesn’t seem so meaningless. Is this the answer? Could love be the piece of Elysian he has desperately searched for? You’re all he can ever want, all he’s ever needed. The moment he met you, he knew there could never be anyone more perfect for him like you were created for one another. He will do anything for you. He knows the answer now to the aching feeling in his chest, it must be love.

“I think,” he breathes in, bracing himself for the forgotten words he never thought would escape his lips. “I think I love you too.”

The excitement of his confession replays in your thoughts throughout the night. You slip further beneath the waters of your bath, letting your nose rest above the water.

You want nothing more than to scream from the top of Olympus and announce to gods and mortals alike that the king of Hades is in love with you. But what will you do now?

Stories and gossip from Olympus of lovers spending passionate nights together cross your mind. The gods have all spoken of it, laughed about their fair share around the rim of their wine glasses. You’d never admit it to your mother, but their stories always piqued your interest and you had been tempted to learn more only with the right person.

Besides stories of lovers, you’d also heard the horrendous failures of illicit affairs between the king of Olympus, his many lovers, and vengeful wife. You’re careful not to be that foolish, and now you have finally had someone whom you’d like to share that passion with.

Hardly able to contain yourself, you rise from the tub and step out, reaching for a towel to dry yourself off. You exit the bathroom to find Yoongi removing his crown and cape. The towel wrapped around your chest makes it hard to breathe as you slowly inhale.

“Yoongi?”

“Yes, love?”

You grin at the endearing name he’s given to you. As he turns you release the towel and embrace the chilling air. His expression is less than excited, devoid of any hint of pleasure. His mouth set in a thin line as his eyes travel down your exposed body. He catches his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to ignore the way his body begins to react at the sight of you.

“And what is this for?” He grunts, walking towards the bed.

“For you.” You answer, confused by his reaction. The gods speak of uncontrollable desire and yet, Yoongi is the picture of composure. “Am I not what you want?” You bring your arms over your chest, following him to the bed.

“Of course I want you.” His response is automatic, not a hint of hesitation behind his voice. Gods, he wants it badly, but won’t bring himself to taint you and diminish your blinding glow.

You feel a wave of lust go over you by the way he stares, hooded eyes and lip caught between his teeth. Maybe he needs more convincing this is exactly what you want.

You saunter up to him, hips swaying and eyes inviting him to indulge for once. You press down on his chest until he is sitting on the bed, staring up at you with darkened eyes.

“Please, Yoongi, touch me,” you plead, grasping his hand in yours and bringing it to your beating chest. His frigid fingers do nothing to cool the scorching heat of your body. “Don’t be afraid. Make me yours.”

His stony expression remains unchanged despite your desperate whimpers, driving you into madness. Why won’t he move? You’re willing to give yourself to him, every inch, and he refuses still.

Daring to push him further into temptation, you guide his slender fingers down to your breast, moaning as his hand presses against the hardened nipple. The way he sucks in a breath, hiding his lust for you, only arouses you further. His fingers gently tease the bud as he watches your eyes flutter shut and you moan into his hand.

He doesn’t take his eyes off your body, roaming every supple curve from your breasts to your waist and down to where he desires you most. Your light is magnetic, and he’s drawn so senselessly towards you. Preparing to worship every part of you like any devout mortal, kisses will be his prayers and your screams of pleasure will be his sacrifice. He wants to ravish you until your screams become deafening and your mother knows exactly where you have been hiding and who is defiling her dear daughter.

“Pl-Please,” You move yourself to straddle his lap and his hand doesn’t move from your breast, fondling the soft flesh in his palm. You carefully pressing your dripping core to the rough fabric of his dark pants, where you can see his evident arousal begin to grow. Your trembling hands glide down Yoongi’s unbuttoned shirt, revealing more of his pale chest for your eyes to devour. “I want you. Can you tell?”

You tenderly press a finger to your aching core, shuddering and collapsing into him. Your hips buck into your finger, unable to control yourself from wanting to sink your fingers into yourself.

Your head is buried against his neck, panting for breath against his collar. It’s almost painful how you clench around nothing and your body yearns for him to fill that void. Your finger drags along your slit, collecting the leaking arousal and massaging your folds.

“This is for you, Yoongi,” you murmur breathlessly, bringing your finger back up into view, watching as the dim light reflects the wetness of your finger. “Make love to me, tell me you love me and press tender kisses onto my skin or fuck me until you’re satisfied, ruin me. Have your way with me, Yoongi.”

For the first time he speaks, shallow breaths and gravelly tone, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes,” you practically moan, breathing in his minty scent. Your hands tangle into his hair, pulling his lips closer to yours, feeling the heat radiating from your skin from the proximity. You want him to kiss you, touch you, and make you his. Your hips move against his hardened cock, feeling the rough fabric of his pants press against your core and sending delicious waves of pleasure through you.

He finally gives in, connecting your lips in a heated fervor. Your hands fall to his shirt, making quick work on unbuttoning it and pushing the shirt off. As your hands roam his chest, his hand glides down your stomach, cold metal rings pressing into your skin, cooling your scorching skin.

You feel a tingle of excitement as his hand continues to travel lower until his thumb meets your clit. “O-Oh,” you gasp, clutching his shoulders as he begins drawing slow circles.

“Feel good?” Yoongi smirks, listening to your heavenly whimpers and moans. You choke out a yes as the tip of his finger prods at your entrance. He lazily drags his finger up and down your drenched folds until you’re begging for him.

“Yoongi,” you whine, drawing out the syllables of his name. “Please just do something.”

Your arousal makes it easy for him to slip one finger into you, giving you barely any time to adjust before moving it back out and ramming into you again until you can feel his ring at your core. The touch of metal against your entrance has you clenching around his finger. Your screams echo throughout the room and only encourage him to go faster.

He moves at a quick pace, letting your hips move against him to match the fervor of his thrusts. “Do you want another one?”

“Yes, yes! Yoongi, please,” you cry out. You can feel a tightness beginning to build in your abdomen, threatening to explode. You just want more of what he’s giving you, greedily rocking your hips into his fingers as he gives you exactly what you want. Two fingers stretch you and curl against your walls while he kisses down your chest.

You’re reaching your breaking point as your legs begin to tremble and your moans become uneven pants. Just a little further… and suddenly his fingers leave you empty as he pulls back. You whine from the loss and beg for him to continue, “N-No… why did you stop?”

“Not yet, love,” he orders, quieting your whimpers with deft kisses and laying you down on the mattress. “I want to be inside you.”

His words send another wave of arousal through you and make you whimper, pulling him into another heated kiss. Your head sinks on to the pillows as he kneels between your legs, lips and tongue moving against yours while undoing his pants and pulling them off to discard on the floor. His cock stands proudly and ready to sink into your soaking heat. He pulls back from the kiss to gaze at your red, puckered lips and frenzied hair splayed out on his pillows.

Your hands intertwine with his as he gives you a reassuring look, asking, “Are you ready?”

You nod and he wastes no time aligning his hardened tip with your folds. As he pushes into your throbbing core, a moan spills from your lips and you dig your fingers into his knuckles, leaving crescent marks on his skin. He barely notices the sting in his hands while he buries himself deeper into you.

“Gods you’re so perfect,” he groans, dropping his head on to your neck to mark the untouched flesh with shades of lavender and rose.

He begins thrusting into you, pulling out all the way and then one swift snap of the hips back into you. As your body writhes with pleasure underneath Yoongi and his unrelenting pace, you arch into him and let your breasts press against his chest.

“More,” you plead, spreading your legs closer to your chest, allowing him to hit your sweet spot. Your toes begin to curl and the familiar coil in your stomach returns. His finger finds your sensitive clit again, roughly rubbing the bundle of nerves until you come. “A-Ah, Yoongi!” You cry.

“Good girl,” he praises, loving the way you clench around him as you orgasm.

You lie limp on the bed as he continues thrusting into you, getting overly sensitive, groaning as his fingers absentmindedly draw circles on your clit. “Y-Yoongi,” you moan.

“Just a little more, love.” Yoongi removes his hand from your abused clit and pushes himself into you faster. One more quick thrust and he comes undone inside you with a breathy groan, drenching your walls.

Yoongi slowly pulls out of you, letting the gush of both your highs leak out onto the bed and falls to your side, breathing deeply as he grabs your waist and engulfs you into a hug.

You both lie on the bed, listening to one another catch their breath and relive the feeling over and over.

“Stay with me.” Comes the longing whisper.

The arm around your waist tightens as Yoongi pulls you closer to his chest. He fears the uncertain future without you and can see only one solution. Stay with him—here in the Underworld—where life might not flourish, but you’ll be together and he promises to ensure your happiness forever, no matter the sacrifice.

To stay with him means you will never see your mother again, no longer free to roam Olympus with Taehyung glued to your side, but it also means forever with the man you love. The decision pulls you between Heaven and Hell—stay or go. The way he lovingly strokes your hair and watches as you make your decision, willing to accepting whatever answer, moves you to speak.

“I’ll stay.”

The two of you get dressed without another word uttered and find yourselves in front of the sacred tree where Yoongi plucks one of the ripe fruit off its branches. Six red seeds fall into your hand and you can already taste the bitterness of them as you slowly raise your hand to your mouth.

The bittersweet flavor of each seed erupts on your tongue and your fate is sealed. You’re forever bound to this land and him—to be his bride and queen of the Underworld. From this moment forewarn, he is no longer alone in the suffocating darkness, no longer searching for solace in isolation. It wasn’t him who rescued you from the shallows of Styx, instead, it was you, who entered his land and brought light along the way forever changing his bleak world.

“Gods, I love you with my entire being,” he declares, sweeping you into a tender kiss. “Thank you for saving me.”

The coldest winter on Earth brought famine as another month passed without you and your mother continued to grieve, crops died out and more humans began to starve. The dead began to trickle down into the darkness at an alarming rate and it didn’t go unnoticed by Yoongi or the other gods on Olympus.

While Yoongi pretended to ignore the trouble he had caused, he kept his promise of making you happy. He brought you to the poppy fields whenever you asked, allowed you to rule at his side which meant he was more lenient about letting souls go, and kissed you every night while senselessly thanking you over and over.

On Olympus, Helios had finally revealed he’d known where you’ve been the entire time and it didn't surprise Taehyung that Yoongi had lied to him months ago when he first visited frantically asking for your whereabouts. Your mother was furious at this revelation, demanding someone retrieve you from the depths of hell.

After a long bargain between Yoongi and his brother, king of the gods, they came upon a decision which lead to Taehyung inevitably bringing you back to Earth despite your heart-wrenching tears and cries, begging not to be separated from Yoongi.

For six long and arduous months, you would reside on Earth with your mother and she promised not to bring another deadly winter for the mortals. In that time, you’d play with the nymphs again and wander the great halls of Olympus with Taehyung by your side, all the while wishing you were somewhere else—with someone else.

As the days of Summer came to an end and lonesome nights became longer, Yoongi eagerly awaits for you to return home once again.

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Warnings and Advice (Warrior of the Crown 2)

Pairing: Darkiplier x French Goddess!Reader

Words: 2,024

Warnings: Mentions of attempted child rape, one curse word

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“Don’t lie to me. I know you were hoping for something different,” Apollo spoke, pointing a finger at you and you rolled your eyes. “I’ve gotten to know you over these past few months, Y/N.”

“Just because I was hoping for something different doesn’t mean I was hoping he was lying, Apollo,” you deadpanned. “Not many people know that Ivy is with a fallen angel, so I knew he wasn’t lying.”

“You should have-”

“Do not turn into Juliette and Angel,” you scowled and his eyebrows raised.

“Angel has joined Juliette? I thought she disliked him greatly.”

“She does.”

“Then why?”

“Because of how differently Y/N began to act after coming into contact with him,” Sébastian spoke from the doorway and you turned your head to look at him. “However, it seems Ivy decided to teleport the entity here and he is refusing to leave.”

“Refusing to leave or you refusing to take him?” You challenged and Sébastian rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms.

“So, what if I did refuse? He can be of help.”

You stared at him for a moment before gesturing towards Apollo who glanced between the two of you.

“Why am I being gestured for? Why did I just get thrown into? What don’t I know?” Apollo questioned and Sébastian snorted, raising an eyebrow at you.

“I may or may not have meet eyes with the leader of Warriors of the Dark and so there may or may not be a battle coming up again?” You offered and Apollo stared at you before shaking his head.

“Who knows?”

“I told Bellatrix. News travels fast after that since Y/N is the only one that doesn’t show there often like the rest,” Sébastian answered. “Hades was there as well.”

“And Ivy knows. Told her to forewarn Lucifer,” you added before scrunching up your nose. “Where did I place that book?”

“The Warriors of the Dark book?” Apollo questioned and you nodded. “It’s in your desk.”

“Do you ever leave?” A familiar annoyed voice drifted into the room and your head turned to meet his eyes.

“You’re right. He doesn’t care that you’re a God,” Apollo mused. “No wonder everyone dislikes him.”

“Expect you, apparently,” Dark deadpanned and Apollo grinned at him.

“I know plenty of stories, bud.”

“Apollo!” You turned on your feet to scowl at the God who shrugged in response, a grin on his lips.

“Sorry, sweetheart.”

“Gods, you’re just as bad as Hades is with his cursing,” you sighed, rubbing your forehead for a moment before heading towards your desk. “Sébastian will take you home, Dark.”

With your back towards them, you missed the look Sébastian gave Dark, the smirk on Apollo’s lips, and Dark’s annoyed face.

“You need me, Goddess,” he spoke up and you found yourself annoyed at the statement as a wince filled the air.

“Wrong thing to say, bud,” Apollo murmured as you turned to face the entity.

“I haven’t needed anyone in a long time, Dark, even prior to meeting you. Lovers are only mandatory to keep one from falling prey to the darkness, much like the Warriors of the Dark did. So, no, I don’t need you and even if I did, Apollo is more than willing to step up and take the place you held the last time you were here,” you spoke, watching as Dark narrowed his eyes at the mention of Apollo. “Now, are you going home or not?”

“Anti should be joining us soon,” Dark spoke, turning to face the hallway and you furrowed your eyebrows as you watched him. “That servant of yours already has rooms for us.”

You looked at Apollo who shrugged at your unspoken question before you turned, opening the drawer to your desk, the book you were looking for sitting on top.

“Don’t even think about touching that book, Goddess,” came the warned voice of Dark and you scrunched up your nose, shooting him an annoyed look over your shoulder.

“The dark spell that was on it has been gone for months.”

“Have you touched it?” He challenged and you scowled at him.

You hadn’t. You’d only been using abilities you had to lift the book and place it in the drawer. Apollo had been the only one, beside Hades and Dark, to touch it.

Twirling your hand, the book began levitating on top of your desk and hit it was a thud. You twirled your fingers, flipping through the pages before finding the one that you wanted.

“Happy?” You deadpanned, doubting he was as you glanced over your shoulder again and you watched the entity roll his eyes before leaving the room. “Why am I getting annoyed?” You questioned quietly, glancing towards the God and Monstre that stayed in the room.

“Because you forced yourself to have nothing to do with him and now, he’s back and not leaving you alone,” Sébastian answered and you scrunched up your nose. “Do your reading, niece. No doubt you won’t get a lot of quiet here soon.”

“That’s an understatement,” you murmured before looking at Apollo. “You get to meet the one person that I wouldn’t mind keeping in contact with.”

“If it wasn’t for the fact that he’s like Dark’s second command?” Apollo questioned with a raised eyebrow and you stuck your tongue out. “He’s the one that calls you doll, isn’t he?”

“That he is.”

“You’re not by yourself, doll, and it isn’t Dark with you,” a familiar voice drifted into the library and you glanced over your shoulder at the glitchy form by your door.

“Hello, Anti,” you hummed, returning your gaze to your book. “Anti, this is Apollo. Apollo, this is Anti. You guys met momentarily the same day we met.”

“Y/N speaks fondly of you. If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were the possible lover instead of Dark,” Apollo offered as you had air push the book closed with a sigh. “Done?”

“For now. Whoever took care of this book was thorough when it came to knowing everything there was to know about them. I haven’t even gotten to their abilities yet. I’m only on the Warrior of Snakes,” you sighed, plopping down beside Apollo. “What do you got?”

“You don’t have much on the demon other than he’s been locked in Lucifer’s dungeon, the deepest part of that. Doesn’t even say why he was,” Apollo answered.

“I already know all of that. I need to know his abilities.” You pinched the bridge of your nose as another sigh left your lips.

You couldn’t focus which was why you had only reached the Warrior of Snakes before calling it quits for the day. You found yourself wanting to curl up under your blankets and it wasn’t because of William this time.

You wanted to hide away from Dark.

“Crap. I gotta head out. It’s almost time for the sun to rise on the other side of the world and it’s the beginning of my week.” Apollo stood, kissing your temple. “Give me a call if you need anything, sweetheart.”

“Do your job, Apollo. I’ll do mine.”

You waved him off as he gave you a salute, teleporting from his spot, and you reached for your tablet.

“You and Apollo, huh, doll?” Anti taunted as he sat across from you and you rolled your eyes.

“He’s a flirt like his father. Apollo and I are just friends.”

“But possible lovers.”

“Yes.”

Anti hummed at that as he tapped his fingers against the table, his eyes glancing around the library before landing on you once more.

“Don’t.”

“Wasn’t going to say anything, doll.” Anti grinned at you and you rolled your eyes again, grabbing your tablet. “Okay, so maybe I was.”

“I don’t need you getting on me like everyone else.”

Anti hummed at that, tapping his fingers against his chin as the doors to the library opened and your eyes lifted to the reason of most of your issues.

“Should have known you would say hello to her first,” Dark voiced his annoyance and Anti grinned wickedly as he looked over his shoulder.

“Of course. I like her better.”

You rolled your eyes at the statement before you remembered something, standing from your chair. Making your way towards your ladder in the back, you climbed towards the top. Your eyes flirted over the spines of the books there before moving the ladder.

“What are you doing, doll?” Anti questioned and you glanced over your shoulder at the two before looking at the books again.

“Demons were once angels. I forgot about that when I asked Apollo to look up Azazel,” you answered, grabbing a few books off the shelf before making your descent.

“A demon is what caused Ivy to panic?” Dark deadpanned and you glanced at him as you set the books down. “The Sin who has the ability to order demons around?”

“Yes,” you answered, opening one of the books. “Her past is similar to mine.”

“Similar to yours, doll? She was abused by the demon.”

“Close,” Ivy spoke from behind them and Anti turned his head to look at her. “Azazel was an angel and I was about 8 when I apparently caught his interest during a meeting with Lucifer and the Archangels. I liked to roam, he tried to advance himself on me. Michael was the one to save me from him,” she finished, her eyes looking over at you. “The old man wanted me to speak to you.”

“Yes, of course,” you agreed, closing the book. “We can take this elsewhere if you want privacy.”

“Here is fine.”

You watched as she glanced at the two entities before stepping around the table, holding out a book.

“He said this may be helpful in your research. Julie had found this book awhile back,” Ivy stated, setting it on the table. “And he asks that if you find a way to kill Azazel, to do so.”

“Angel would be the best bet for that,” you answered, reaching for the book before scowling at the hand that stopped her. “For your information, Dark, I’ve learned to control that ability,” you deadpanned as you lifted your eyes to him.

“Trouble in paradise, Y/N?” Ivy mused and you turned your eyes on her with a glare. “I figured you’ll bring it up to Angel, though I still find it funny that you follow the views you had as the Goddess of Life when you’re now the Goddess of Witchcraft.”

“You say that when Ryan still follows the same views he held, minus some,” you deadpanned and Ivy shrugged, taking a sit, her feet resting on the table. “You have more?”

“From Flinn,” she answered, looking at her nails before sending you a grin. “He sends a warning. As you know, the Source is technically his parent, so he knows a thing or two.”

“A warning?” Dark voiced and Ivy glanced over at him before returning her eyes to you.

“They mean harm, Y/N, and if anyone can kill or corrupt the Warriors of the Source, the Light, it’s them,” she spoke and your eyes met hers. “They’ll want to come face to face with no extra people. It would be wise to gather as much backup as you can, have them wait outside for the right time when it happens. As you know, you have Lucifer’s army, my army, and Hellhounds’ added bull.”

Standing, Ivy met your eyes once more, tilting her head to the side as she glanced at Dark before looking at you again.

“And Flinn says it would be best to figure out the lover situation, a word of advice he called it.”

“I figured as much. Issue is, for my lover to claim their mark, it has to be an act of sex or resting after a big event,” you deadpanned before sighing, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I’ll figure something out, Ivy. Thank Flinn for me and tell Lucifer I’ll do my best to find a way. Thanks for the backup.”

“Not a problem,” Ivy smirked before twirling her fingers at the three of you. “See you later.”

Fuck.

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A Get-a-Way with You

Y/N looked out the window of the airplane feeling a thrill at seeing the ocean finally giving away to pure white sandy beaches below. After several hours of flying she was thrilled to be reaching her destination and to finally be able to see her long term boyfriend Jung Hoseok after being separated for several months not only due to her work schedule but to the world tour he had finally wrapped up. He loved to plan little surprises; each one being more memorable and loving than the last. This surprise couldn’t have come at a better time, after months of juggling several major projects and intense deadlines she finally had some much needed time off and she was ready to spend it in his arms. She settled back into her seat recalling when she received the bouquet of her favorite flowers at work with a boarding pass and a note from Hoseok instructing her to trust him and head straight to the Laguardia airport after work, no need to pack a bag. Regardless of his instructions she had informed her boss that she was leaving early and ran back to her townhome to pack a small carry on, no way she was going jet off to who knows where and not take the new lingerie she had purchased while he was gone.

The chime of the airplane’s intercom coming on brought her back to the present as the captain rambled on that they were making their final descent into the Bali airport and that he hoped everyone enjoys their visit. The shuffling from the other passengers as seats shifted into upright positions and trays were closed sending a thrill of excitement through her at the realization that she would be snuggling in his embrace that night. A slow flush creeped up her neck to settle across her cheeks as she imagined how the night would get started her thoughts were jolted back to the present when the plane touched down on the runway. As the plane slowed down and turned into their gate she grabbed her phone and switched off the airplane mode and waited for her phone to reconnect. Her phone went wild vibrating in her hand as her email updated with work inquiries but then a text message flashed across the screen from her Hobi. Quickly she tapped the screen and waited for the message to load. Her eyes quickly scanned the message from him instructing her to go with the large suited man that will have a sign with her name. Rolling her eyes with feigned annoyance she could feel a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Hobi could be a tad on the odd side and on more than one occasion random, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. Grabbing her small carry on case she exited the plane.

True to his word, a large suited man waited near the baggage claim with her name on a sign in one hand and a small rectangular pale blue box in the other. She knew that Hobi was close, it was his handwriting that had scrawled her name on the paper. She smiled broadly at the handsome driver as she approached him. “I guess you are my ride?” He simply just nodded at her as he folded the sign up and placed it inside his jacket pocket and handed her the box. She went to leave but the driver stopped her and gestured to the box, she wrinkled her nose at the delay in leaving she quickly opened the box. A yelp of surprise escaped her when she pulled out the sunglasses she had mentioned to Hobi that she had been wanting to purchase a week ago. Pulling them out she found a note underneath from him, “The sunshine is bright today.” Grinning she slide them on and followed the driver towards her paradise.

Once outside she took a deep breath of fresh salt tinged air, it had been ages since she had been to the beach and Bali was a bucket list item of hers. Following the driver towards a black van with tinted windows she felt her stomach tighten in knots wondering if Hobi could be inside waiting for her, intent on being the biggest surprise. A part of her wanted him to be in there so she could slide into his arms and kiss him but the other part of her didn’t want him to be there so the little charade could continue. “Miss.” A voice pulled her from her daydream, the driver stood by the van holding the back passenger door open for her and gestured for her to climb in. Inside all of the curtains had been drawn except for one dividing the back from the driver.

Glancing around as she seated herself on the pilot seat nearest the door noting the cream colored wrapped presents that covered the other seat, a teal envelope rested on top beside a freshly poured glass of chilled champagne. Reaching across she plucked the envelope off the presents pulled out the note in Hobi’s beautiful penmanship that teasingly instructed her to open her gifts and to use them wisely. Reaching across she closed the partition curtain and began to open the packages her heart fluttering with each tear she made in the first one and marveled at how in depth he had gone this time. He was always making some sort of beautiful gesture to show his love for her but this was definitely going above and beyond the rest. Pushing apart the tissue paper she pulled out a soft white sleeveless fitted midi length linen dress lined down the front with beige buttons with a flared bottom further completing the look was a sash around the waist. She quickly shrugged off her clothes from work and slipped on the dress delighting in the cool fabric as it slid down her body, discarding her bra as an afterthought when learning that the bodice was lined and the straps fit perfectly. Fingering the top button she smiled dreamily that her Hobi knew her size so well. The next box held a beautiful pair of leather thong sandals that read made in Italy, she slid those onto her recently pedicured feet and moved onto the next box. This box was the smallest and was only wrapped in a teal ribbon, carefully untying the ribbon she lifted the lid to reveal a delicate white gold chain with a pear shaped emerald pendant. Taking it gently from the box she clasped it around her neck and placed her hand over it where it rested just below her collarbone.

She looked down at her body and sigh softly she was truly the luckiest woman in the world to have meet Hobi. Yes, later she would scold him for spending so much but for today she was going to enjoy him treating her like a queen, his queen. She opened the curtains again and took a look around the inside of the van, making sure she didn’t miss anything. Her eyes wandered around taking in the scenery the exoctic flowers, palm trees, coconut palms, and in the distance she could glimpse the ocean once in a while. Bali was truly the last paradise on Earth. The van slowed to a stop in front of a white iron gate, lowering his window the driver leaned out and hit the call button on the small panel. “Special delivery.” he called out chuckling as the large iron gate opened allowing the van to pull up the winding cobblestone drive through a beautiful landscaped yard to a gorgeous private beach villa.

As soon as the van came to a halt she thanked the driver and sprang out the side door and up the path to the open front door. Heistation creeped into her bones at the obvious signs of the house being empty as she made her way through the foyer. “Hobi, where are you?” she called out as she made her way towards the back of the villa. The scent of roast beef caught her attention as it wafted in on a fresh breeze, turning towards the backdoor she found it also left open leading to a stone patio. She couldn’t wait to see Hobi; to hug and wring his neck at the same time. “Hobi?” Finally a muffled voice could be heard telling her to follow the pathway all the way down, what greeted her at the end was something out of a movie.

The table before her was set with simplicity and elegance at the same time. In the center of the crisp white table cloth sat a silver platter heaped with freshly cooked roast beef with all of her favorite side dishes placed around, nearby sat a chilled white wine freshly uncorked waiting to be poured. Next to the table sat a dessert cart with various treats from around the world she had mentioned in passing at some point to Hobi. Her favorite touch were the small candles that were shaped like lotus flowers nestled among the cart and throughout the table. However, the biggest present and dessert was the man that was standing next to the table beaming at her like the Cheshire Cat. He had gotten some sun giving his skin a beautiful bronze glow which was made more noticeable because of the short-sleeved white linen button up shirt he wore and beige linen shorts, his feet were bare she noticed. “You like?” He asked when her eyes meet his.

He had barely finished his question before Y/N had launched herself into his arms and kissed him like he was water and she had been in the desert for years. “I take that as a yes,” he mumbled against her lips as the kiss finished. Y/N playfully slapped him on the arm before snuggling into his arms and tucking her head under his chin. He had missed Y/N terribly, this last tour had been tough on both of them and not just from him being gone. Her schedule could be just as rough as his as the project deadlines approached and the corporate office started demanding more personal time to meet said deadlines. “What’s the occasion?” her voice brought and the gentle squeeze of her arms around his waist brought him out of his thoughts.

“No occasion, unless you count that I love you and we both needed a getaway.” His simple words made her practically melt into him even more. She still couldn’t believe she was in Bali in the warmth of Hobi’s arms; just breathing in his scent was overwhelming. “A night in together would have been sufficient.” she said pulling back her hands moving up to wrap around his neck to pull him down for another slow kiss.

“Y/N, the food will get cold.” He got out in between kisses.

“Food! Why didn’t you say something earlier? I’m starving, the food on the airplane was horrid.” She called out all but practically running back to the table. He scoffed and shook his head but knew he wouldn’t have her any other way.

The two sat down to eat the meal that had so thoughtfully been prepared. They chatted casually all the while stealing glances at one another eating and sipping wine while the sun began to set. Just as the sun began to touch the sea, he paused their dinner. “Grab your glass and follow me, I’ve got another surprise.” His smile sent a shiver down her spine, her body humming with anticipation as he cradled her hand in his guinding her down the steps of the patio to the beach below. They walked hand in hand to a teak wood daybed the sheer canopied curtains blowing in the ocean breeze. More of the lotus blossom candles had been set in the sand widely around the lounger and then outwards on the wide beach staying just out of the reach of the water. “Oh Hobi…” she sighed taking in the sight.

Smiling from ear to ear Hobi gently took Y/N’s glass from her hand and sat it on the small table by the lounger and then pulled Y/N into the center of the lotus candles. “Dance with me,” he whispered his moving to settle on her waist pulling her against him.

“Here? There’s no music Hobi,” she started to protest until she looked at him. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart started racing like a herd of trapped horses. She would never be able to get over how handsome he truly was, even off stage with no makeup or lights he shined like the sun. Placing her hands loosely around his neck she allowed him to sway her across the beach, the waves and the breeze through the palms providing a music that wasn’t really needed. He moved with a feline grace guiding her around their small section of paradise, she didn’t pay much attention to anything else other than staring up at Hoseok. She was completely lost in the moment, high off just being back with him until her legs bumped up against something solid and then before she it she was tumbling backwards grabbing Hobi’s shirt and pulling him with her. They landed on the teak lounger with a thump, the wind slightly knocked from her but all she could focus on was the fact that Hobi was on top of her and his body pressing her down into the cushions. “You look amazing today,” he whispered and then lightly nipped her ear lobe. One hand resting on her rib cage slid up to cup her breast kneading it gently through her dress, leaning close to her ear his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

“Oh Hobi,” He heard her whispered and he growled in response as she suddenly flipped him to his back her skirt hiked she straddled his hips, her lips crashing down on his with so much pent up frustration from the long separation. The gentle waves crashing on the shore, the dusky lighting from the sunset, and the steadily picking up tropical breeze made for an intimate setting for the lovers. His hands on her hips gripped hard; not wanting any more space than necessary between them. Quiet mutters of love and adoration were passed between the two as they began to move from hot and heavy makeout to more than either expected. He rolled them again and ended with her back on her back; his body hovering dangerously close. His hands guided the dress up and over her lifted head admiring the view she laid out before him. “No underwear Y/N.” He noted cocking his one eyebrow. “I hope you were discreet and didn’t give any peep shows to the driver.” He teased as she swatted his shoulder playfully at his sarcasm not missing that his hand was wandering down to her core, cupping her sex. “Jagi, we haven’t even begun yet,I’ve barely touched you.”

His fingers parted her slick folds as she moaned into his mouth. As his tongue danced along hers, so did his finger as it grazed her clit, back and forth. His touch spread through her body like a wildfire. Her hips bucked into his hand; almost pleading for him to do something, anything. His granted her silent plea inserting two fingers into her slick core. Her back arched at the sensation. “Hobi. Please! Lose the clothes,” she practically shouted. “Please lose them and fuck me.” Ignoring her pleas and hearing her begging spurred his fingers on, faster and faster; bringing her to climax as he sucked and kissed on her pert nipples. He rode out her high; admiring the blissed out state of Y/n. He sat up and brought his slick fingers to his mouth to clean them off as he stared her in the eyes. Thunder cracked in the sky overhead causing them both to look up at the same time but appeared unbothered. A light mist began to fall as he shed his clothes, the drops gathering in his hair.

He laid back as she straddled him again; hand going to his hard member slick with precum. She guided him in and sank down slowly. They moaned in unison, both freezing their movements until the other was ready. He nodded to her and she slowly began to work up and down, rocking back and forth, building up a good pace. He grasped her hips to help her when he felt her legs shake slightly. Taking her bottom lip between her teeth, she was close to the edge again. He could see it in her eyes, he could feel it around his member as her walls began to clench. “That’s it baby. Cum for me again. Let me see how beautiful you look coming undone on top of me.” He lifted her up slightly as he bucked his hips into her, bringing more force into the strokes. Her scream sounded out as she came again. He eased out and let he catch her breath as the rain continued to coat them.

She got on her knees looking back at him, playfully wiggling her hips at him, “You still need to cum and I’m good to go again.” His hands ran up her back and gently pushed her forward so she was now on all fours. He entered her in one fell swoop and set a startling pace gripping her hips tightly, showing her no mercy as he pumped into her. “I wanted to take this slow but I can’t help it,” he gritted out sweat beading on his brow as he continued his frantic pace. “On an exotic beach, and now in the rain,” he panted. As he spoke she clenched down around his member knowing he was close. His hands parted one going up to grip her shoulder the other rubbing furious circles on her clit. Finally he came, spurting into her core lights dancing behind his eyes at the euphoria coursing through him, filling her to the brim he groaned as she clenched around him coming at the same time. They laid together him collapsed on top of her both of them trying to catch their breath.

For a moment, all that could be heard was the rain hitting the water and their heavy breathing. Once he pulled from her, he stood up slowly and extended a hand to her. “Let’s go swim.” She smiled warmly and took it, ready and willing to go anywhere with him at any time.

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