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thewxtchwhowrites · 2 months

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Hola, oke no sorry haha. I can’t speak Spanish, just a bit hehe.

I don’t know if you write for request but because I wanted to say Hola I think about an idea now. What about Bucky taking you out for Dinner and your ex is there as well and tries to convince you he is the right one but Bucky is such a sweet gentle man and super protective?

Thank you in advance, even when you don’t write it hehe.💕

Ha. Did you think I forgot about you? Well no darling, it wasn't like that.

Here you have (late, but sure) and at once I took the opportunity to do therapy writing this. I was dumped about seven months ago by my partner, when I received your request, so I thank you very much for the idea, although it took me a while to prepare it.

I really hope you like it and it's what you expect, I interpreted it this way.

summary: you finally come out of an emotional sadness and decide to go out with Bucky to dinner, without thinking about who you would end up running into.

words: 3219

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You were carefully walking down the stairs and your heels started making noise as they hit the steps, causing Bucky and Steve who were talking near the door to turn to look at you.

Bucky looked nervous, and it was no wonder, the truth is that he had not been on a date in more than 70 or 80 years, with everything that had happened in his life these last few years since the 40s.

Steve seemed to calm him down, when the blond turned to look at you he had a smile on his lips, he looked like a proud older brother.

As you walked down the stairs you wondered how you had really gotten to this day, and the truth is that the whole series of events had been very convoluted and fun...

Or at least now that you were feeling better.

You had been depressed for a couple of months and it was because your boyfriend with whom you had been in a relationship for five years had broken up with you overnight with a simple message:

"I can't keep doing this, forgive me."

Your eyes began to fill with tears as you continued reading as best you could:

"I owe you what I am today. And it hurts me to tell you this, I don't know, I feel like I'm really screwing up by leaving all these years behind." Your tears no longer let you see, your vision was blurred. "But I want to make that decision and continue alone from now on. Maybe we can be friends in the future."

Bastard. You thought to yourself, it was obvious that there was something strange about his behavior after you both had your last movie date, but you decided not to listen to your intuition even though Natasha had warned you.

"I don't know, honey, I think you should be prepared…" Natasha sat on your bed and sighed, taking one of your pillows in her hands, and noticing one of the photographs you had on your wall where you and your now ex boyfriend ex-boyfriend, were at a Coney Island fair with ice cream on your faces.

"But Nat…" You said while shaking your head. You were delusional, without a doubt. "We've been together for five years, I don't think we'll break up. He's just a little stressed because his business isn't going well."

There were times where your ex-boyfriend would disappear for weeks, claiming that he was busy working or trying to run his business (a music store that his grandfather had owned for many years) and sometimes when you logged on to social media after work, you would notice that he was still online sharing posts or tweeting, although he didn't respond to your chat.

Sometimes he'd leave you on 'read' or sometimes he just wouldn't seem to open the chat, which was… strange.

Until it happened.

Even the final message of that long paragraph of excuses had a rather late apology that said:

"I'm very sorry, not only for the moment in which I'm telling you all this. But also for what I've put you through and how I treated you, not speaking to you for weeks and then coming to you to write all this shit."

That last message definitely led to long hours of crying, especially at night in your room at the Avenger Compound, not wanting to leave your room, maybe just to eat with everyone or for missions, and then return to your room.

You were even more temperamental during missions, you hit harder and you were even more reckless, which Bucky noticed immediately, he knew that attitude and hatred.

The first thing Nat, Wanda, and Maria Hill did when they found out was bring you ice cream and have a girls' night out, which ended relatively well, at least until Wanda put on a movie and the guy's name was your ex's.

A couple of nights later you heard a soft knock on your door, you were crying as quietly as you could and you thought that maybe you had woken up Steve or Nat who were sleeping in the adjoining rooms, when you got up and opened the door, it was Bucky.

"Bucky?" You asked with some confusion.

"I… I brought you this." Bucky took a cookie out of his pants pocket, when you took it you could feel that it was broken. "I accidentally sat on the cookie while I was on my way here on the motorcycle, sorry."

That, even if it was something simple, made you laugh and maybe it was the first time in five fucking months that you laughed sincerely and not in a forced way.

Bucky after you thanked him, he nodded softly with a shy smile on his lips and left saying goodnight.

You look at Bucky's face as a smile began to form on his lips as you walked down the stairs, it seemed like he saw the most beautiful thing on the planet and he even had a small bouquet of flowers for you in his hands.

As soon as you finished walking down the stairs, Bucky approached you at the bottom of them.

"You look…" Bucky started to say, but stayed silent.

"Do I look too dressed up? Is too much?" You said nervously, touching your hair and ironing your dress with your hands at the level of your stomach, it had been Nat and Wanda's idea to groom you as if you were a little doll even though you weren't totally used to it.

“No, you look like an angel…” Bucky interrupted you. He continued to look at you with those blue eyes, it was a kind, sweet look. You felt your cheeks redden and you let out a nervous laugh.

Steve raised his eyebrows at such a compliment, and since you had your back to Steve, he took the opportunity to give Bucky a thumbs up.

"Oh, this is for you." Bucky gave you the small bouquet of flowers that you took carefully, they smelled delicious.

“James, you didn't have to do it." you said in a whisper, looking between the flowers and Bucky.

You didn't remember that a man had ever given you flowers before, your ex in itself was not a person to give you that type of details and you, sometimes, didn't allow yourself to receive them either.

But for some reason with Bucky, the fact that he gave you those details, it felt different.

“It's true.” He put his hands in the pocket of his black pants, nodding at your comment. "I didn't have to, but I wanted to do it."

That comment caught your attention.

Steve patted both of you gently like a father and opened the door to the compound, smiling.

"Have fun…" Steve looked at you and nodded his approval as if you were his little sister. "But not too much."

Steve looked at Bucky when he said that last sentence, that was definitely a warning to him, Bucky just shrugged and let you take his arm as they walked to the motorcycle to Izzy's.

Honestly, you don't know how it happened, but it happened.

You began to spend more time with Bucky as the days and even weeks went by, first he asked you for help to play a prank on Sam by painting Nightwing as if it were a stingray and recording it to show in the group chat that you all shared.

Then you would help him with technological issues or you would end up sitting in the compound's cinema watching old movies while you listened to him tell you things about how things were in those times.

And maybe some embarrassing stories about Steve.

You discovered that he was chivalrous, opening the door for you and even letting you in first by placing either of his two hands just under your back in a protective manner. Even when you had to take something somewhere he offered himself, not allowing you to do it.

Including the bowl of popcorn, because he didn't want you to get burned.

You thought that sometimes Bucky was an exaggerator, but you began to notice that he did things that even your ex-boyfriend had stopped doing after being together for a while.

When you and Bucky went out on the street, he always offered you his right arm, since he felt a little insecure offering you his left arm, the mechanical one. However, that insecurity started to disappear and then he didn't care which arm you grabbed as long as you held his arm when you walked.

The times when neither of you could sleep and you stayed talking, whether in your bed or his, he didn't fall asleep while you were talking about those topics that you were both passionate about, nor did he change the subject, he just watched you with attention.

Bucky even remembered the things you had said to him a couple of months or weeks ago and that you didn't even remember what you had said to him.

You were healing little by little, starting to be you again.

And somehow he was healing too.

If you were at one of Tony's parties or maybe at a mission meeting, sometimes you would look at Bucky when he wasn't looking at you, and the other way around would also happen, and if you caught each other looking, both would just smile like a couple of fools and look away.

One night you heard a soft knock on your door, you recognized that soft knock, when you opened your door it was Bucky again, but he looked different tonight.

"Hi..." Bucky said slowly, seeming a little nervous, his right hand resting on the frame of your door, trying to look casual. "I wanted to invite you to dinner, well, it's not really a dinner."

You could notice and see Bucky's nervousness when trying to say things as he had (probably) rehearsed them in front of the bathroom mirror and he added:

"Or yes, maybe it is, I don't know."

You interrupted his rambling with a smile on your lips, gently raising a hand to the level of your chest.

"Yes..." That's what you said, you noticed how his eyes softened at the fact that you had agreed. "Yes, I'd like to go."

He nodded repeatedly and sighed in relief, letting out a soft chuckle.

"So Friday at eight sounds good to you?" Bucky was clearing his throat, trying to hide his excitement that you had accepted dinner, you nodded. "Okay, I'll see you on Friday."

Bucky quickly kissed your cheek, wished you goodnight, and left without stopping smiling like a fool.

When you two arrived at Izzy's, Bucky greeted Leah with a smile, she seemed surprised but happy that she now finally saw him with someone other than Mr. Nakajima, especially seeing you walk in with him.

You and Bucky sat at one of the tables and you had a sneaking suspicion that someone was watching you, but you weren't sure after all there were more people than usual today, it was Friday.

After a couple of laughs, drinks, Asian food and bad jokes, a few caresses on your hand from his you noticed out of the corner of your eye that someone was approaching the table and you swore it was a waiter.

But it was your ex.

“Y/N…” Your ex said in a firm voice, looking from Bucky reluctantly and then back to you. "What are you doing here with him?"

The audacity of this idiot. You thought as you heard those words come out of your ex's mouth.

"The real question is, what are YOU doing here?" You responded rudely as a frown began to form on your forehead.

"So you're the… man who broke her heart." Bucky told him in a calm voice, but he was really trying to stop himself from smashing your ex-boyfriend's face into the pretty little sushi boat that was on the table, because he didn't want to ruin your night.

Bucky slowly stood up from the chair, making your ex jump a little, maybe he was nervous with Bucky's presence.

And the truth is he should be nervous.

Bucky was quite tall, strong and even if he didn't have a vibranium left arm, he would have enough strength to change your ex-boyfriend's health status to deceased if he tried to go far with you.

And on top of that he had to avoid at all costs breaking the second rule that he had agreed upon with Dr. Raynor in therapy: No one gets hurt.

Your ex scrunched his face in disapproval at Bucky's words, not believing what he was hearing, but now you understood many things, you had been receiving notifications on social networks, especially from Instagram indicating that your ex occasionally looked at the stories you published.

Part of you didn't understand why you continued to have him on Instagram, perhaps because you used that social network very little, but whatever, now you understood what your ex was doing there.

"What? N-No, I was confused…" Your ex started to speak, he even tried to get a little closer to you, but he couldn't since Bucky gently moved his left arm that was covered by a glove. "Now my mind is more than clear and I want us to go back Y/N."

Bucky tried to talk to him by placing his right hand on his shoulder.

"Look, son…" But your ex just moved, removing Bucky's hand from his shoulder.

"Don't call me son, we are the same age, pal." Your ex responded aggressively, while rolling his eyes, looking back at you.

Very few knew that Bucky was actually 106 years old, which if you had been in another situation you would have found it funny.

"Look, I don't know what you've been through in these eight or nine months, but she and I are together, and she's not interested in getting back with you or anyone else." Bucky spoke in a fairly firm tone of voice, being respectful.

You began to feel anxious, you felt your stomach turn not only from nervousness, but from the embarrassment you were experiencing in the establishment, many of the people at the adjacent tables were looking towards you.

"Are you really going to throw away all these years together with me, by being with him?" Your ex-boyfriend spoke softly, as if he was trying to manipulate you. "Y/N? I know you haven't forgotten me, you still love me, I know that."

You looked between both men, there was some doubt in your eyes or that's what Bucky thought he saw in you, maybe it was embarrassment.

You got up from your seat and enter the bathroom of the place with tears in your eyes, on many occasions you had dreamed of something similar, dreams that ended in nightmares that you tried to ignore some nights, many ended with your ex calling you different things like 'bitch', 'whore' or 'ungrateful witch' while throwing things at you or shaking you.

You ended up waking up drenched in sweat many nights, breathing heavily and then crying silently until sleep overcame you, although those tears and nightmares ended up being silenced by Bucky on more than one occasion while he slept next to you, stroking your hair or hugging you in his arms.

You had entered the bathroom and locked yourself inside one of the stalls, you were hyperventilating, you didn't think the wound would reopen again, you really thought you were over that, you didn't know how much time had passed, you were just sitting on the toilet seat with tears in your eyes.

Until your train of thought stopped when you heard the door to the women's bathroom open wide, hearing soft footsteps coming in and seeming to have stopped near the mirror.

"Y/N?" It was Leah's voice, it sounded soft because the bathroom had quite an echo. "Are you okay, do you need anything?"

"He's gone?" You asked shakily, leaving the bathroom stall, as soon as Leah saw you with your makeup smeared with tears, she gently tilted her head, giving you an empathetic look and approached you.

Leah nodded at your question.

"Yes, between Mr. Nakajima, Bucky and I, we took that being out of the restaurant." Leah rolled her eyes, she reached into the pockets of her apron for a handkerchief with a couple of flowers embroidered on it and wiped your face. "I really thought James was going to break his face, I was already thinking about what to replace the restaurant furniture with… they are made of old wood."

Both laughed at the comment, although you also imagined Mr. Nakajima, who had a bad temper, pushing your ex out of the restaurant door.

He was a man with a quite volatile temperament, like Bucky's.

When you returned to the restaurant you didn't see Bucky, he was outside leaning on his motorcycle, you said goodbye to Mr. Nakajima who was also leaving the restaurant with you and of course to Leah, thanking both.

Mr. Nakajima opened the door for you and let you out first.

"Pretty ladies first" Mr. Nakajima said with a kind smile, which made you laugh, and that made Bucky turn his head to the door of the establishment and approach you.

"Are you ok?" Bucky gently took your face in his hands, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.

You looked into his eyes and you could feel that he was still upset by your ex's attitude, in fact, he seemed a little uncomfortable, perhaps remembering your look of doubt.

You nodded silently. You had a thoughtful look again.

"Honey…" Bucky began to speak softly, lowering his hands to his sides. It was the first time he had called you that pet name since you had started talking and going out. "I know I'm not the easiest person to deal with."

You remained silent, listening to what he had to say.

"I have nightmares at night, I have anger issues, I'm 106 years old…" Bucky chuckled, looking away from your eyes for a moment to see a couple of people crossing the street during the lonely night. "Even other problems, especially because of my past, so I will totally understand if you want to get back with him."

You didn't know what your expression really was, but Bucky seemed surprised as he looked back at you.

"What? I said something wrong?" Bucky asked, maybe you looked at him like he was crazy.

"I'm really going to have to talk to Dr. Raynor." You said nodding with a smile on your lips.

Bucky looked at you confused, he didn't understand what the mention from his psychologist that he was seeing it had to do with this conversation.

“Oh please…” You rolled your eyes, sometimes you forgot that Bucky was born before penicillin. "It means that I'd be crazy if you think I'm going to choose my ex. I like you, James B-"

Bucky leaned forward, crashing his lips against yours and bringing his hands back to your face, your eyes instinctively closed, enjoying the kiss which became more intense and then you both separated, gasping for air, without saying a word...

You two now knew how the other felt.

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tyuninthemirror · 1 year

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ꕥ– TOMORROW X TOGETHER - 5 seconds of summer songfic series

disclaimer 1: this whole series is still in its planning stages, but titles listed down below means i have a plot outline ready to draft. :') by default, i'm writing reader as afab in mind!

disclaimer 2: i don't write smut but there may be suggestive scenes,. i will include the proper disclaimers when i upload each story.

∘₊✧───✧₊∘ CHOI YEONJUN

bad omens - idol!yeonjun x idol fem!reader; angst; 569 words he was everything to you, but you knew you were nothing to him. (2024 edited)

best years - bf!yeonjun x reader (coming soon) you were yeonjun's biggest fan, he was the apple of your eye. your friends? not so much.

better man - college!yeonjun x fem!reader; slight fluff & angst; 4702 words everything yeonjun ever thought was good suddenly meant nothing because he found something better.

blender - idol!yeonjun x idol fem!reader; angst; 1702 words part 2 to bad omens.

lie to me - idol!yeonjun x idol fem!reader; angst; 1997 words part 3 to bad omens.

∘₊✧───✧₊∘ CHOI SOOBIN

amnesia - idol!soobin x trainee!fem!reader; angst; 1670 words after your break up, will soobin ever get over you? (2024 edited)

heartbreak girl - non-idol!soobin x fem!reader (coming soon) soobin was stuck in the friendzone again and again.

waste the night - idol!soobin x idol!reader; fluff; 2550 words the five times soobin wasted your night trying to confess to you and the one time he finally did.

heartache on the big screen - non-idol!soobin x fem!reader; angst; 2159 words you end up marrying choi soobin on the tv show 'married at first sight', but it ended up being a nightmare you could never wake up from. (new!)

∘₊✧───✧₊∘ CHOI BEOMGYU

beside you - idol bf!beomgyu x fem!reader; slight angst; 2031 words being on tour, all beomgyu wanted was to be beside you. he did all he could to make time pass, but did he ever consider how you felt? (2024 edited)

everything i didnt say - bf!beomgyu x reader (coming soon) love isn't just about receiving, you have to give just as much, and beomgyu learned it the hard way.

monster among men - childhood friend!beomgyu x fem!reader; fluff, 1631 words beomgyu's biggest regret in life was how he treated you in high school. can he redeem himself?

∘₊✧───✧₊∘ KANG TAEHYUN

caramel - husband!taehyun x reader; angst; 1331 words you had the fairytale ending. you married your college sweetheart and you were about to have a baby. where did it all go wrong?

she looks so perfect - idol!taehyun x model!reader; fluff; 1065 words taehyun wasn't biased or anything, but you were the kindest and most beautiful person he has ever met. your insecurities were spiraling out of control and he knew he had to put an end to it.

valentine - rival!taehyun x fem!reader; fluff; 3166 words all taehyun wanted was for you to give him a chance.

∘₊✧───✧₊∘ HUENING KAI

end up here - college!huening kai x fem!reader; fluff; 3219 words hyuka remembered watching you from across the room, the next thing he knew he was in your room.

talk fast - hueningkai x fem!reader; fluff; 954 words you were huening kai's first love, he's hoping to be your last.

∘₊✧───✧₊∘ TOMORROW X TOGETHER'S 6TH MEMBER after the success of dynamite, bang si hyuk thought it'd be a good idea to add... a more feminine touch to txt (all stories here are mostly platonic.)

GIRLS TALK BOYS - txt x fem!reader the boys find ways to find out what you say about them to your friends.

ME, MYSELF AND I - txt x fem!reader the boys show you that you may have started alone, but you're not anymore.

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The Diviner (Part V)

(Morpheus x Prophetess Reader)

Synopsis: Your body needs time to heal, but your unconscious is finally dreaming.

Warnings: None? (Message me if you see any.)

Word Count: 3219

A/N: Did you really think I'd leave you hanging a full week after that little blurb of a last chapter? I think I've more than made up for it with this sucker.

Thank you to everyone who's stuck it out with me. I really enjoyed hearing what you like about this series.

To everyone who has reblogged, you are spectacular humans and deserve an endless supply of your favorite food.

I hope you all enjoy this final chapter! I'd love to know what you thought of this series, and if I should post more multi-part fics in the future.

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You wander. A maze of darkness before you.

You exhale and remember Morpheus.

A room appears, lit by stained glass, with a throne in the middle. And he's there, alive, staring at you in shock.

—

“I don’t understand,” you say. “How am I awake?”

You were dying. At least it felt like you were dying. So, why are you...fine?

“If I may?” Lucienne asks. Morpheus called for her as soon as he saw you.

His chin dips a fraction, but it’s enough for Lucienne to continue.

“Given your abilities, I believe the severity of your injuries—and healing in the Dreaming—has allowed your subconscious to manifest.” She smiles, pleased with her next words. “You’re dreaming, my lady.”

Your brow furrows, and you glance from her to Morpheus.

“How is that possible? If I’m healing, shouldn’t my mind be recovering as well?”

“Your mind is the most resilient part of you, prophetess. It stands to reason it would need little to no time to replenish,” Morpheus says.

Your eyes lower to the floor, considering this.

For centuries, you’ve seen possible futures—travesties no one could imagine. And you haven’t forgotten one.

Day in and day out, vision after vision, a constant rush of images, sounds, smells, and even sensations when intense enough. Your mind has built up a tolerance for nearly anything and everything.

It seems almost dying is child's play for it though your body would be down for some time.

You take in Morpheus’ throne room, truly seeing where you are. “I’m…dreaming.” And you laugh. In disbelief, in wonder—in sheer joy.

You are dreaming.

—

Morpheus transported your body into his realm as soon as you fainted.

Between your physical injuries and the attack meant for Morpheus, your only chance was the magic and tools in the Dreaming.

Lucienne, Matthew, and Death helped him stabilize you, but he never expected you to walk right up to him as if you were fine.

However your body absorbed the attack, it caused your powers to shut down, and you’re experiencing the Dreaming for the first time in centuries.

You’re acting yourself mostly, but sometimes you grow tired, your physical form telling your unconscious you aren’t out of the woods yet.

Morpheus urges you to take a seat, worry flashing through his eyes.

“I’m okay,” you say. “It’s just a minor spell.”

“I wish I could do more,” he says, hand still on the back of your bicep.

“You’ve done plenty. More than I could ever hope for.”

His jaw clenches, a twitch of movement, but you catch it. You’ve gotten better at picking up his micro-expressions.

“I mean it, Morpheus. I wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for you.” You try to push as much conviction in the words as possible.

“You wouldn’t have been in harm's way if it wasn’t for me.”

You shake your head, dizzying yourself and need to rest it on your hand. Morpheus’ brow pinches slightly.

“Warrens decided to trap you and use me. I should've predicted that.”

“That’s not in your ability,” he says.

“And I should’ve figured I'd be in danger when Death said you’d be fine. I should’ve known she saw me dying and not you.”

It clicked not longer after you woke up. Of course, Death knew what was supposed to happen.

“You must not focus on the past. It will do nothing to aid your recovery.”

You sigh. “I know. I just feel so stupid.”

Your eyes are downcast. It surprises you when a gentle touch lifts your chin and directs you to focus on him.

“I will not have you speaking as if you’ve done something wrong,” he says. “Because of you, I am alive. I will forever be grateful.”

He waits for an answer. All you can do is nod.

His touch vanishes, and he stands.

“Perhaps I can show you more of the Dreaming.”

You give him a small smile. “I’d like that.”

—

Time moves differently in the Dreaming. It was best when you stopped trying to keep track of it. All you know is that you’ve been recovering for some time. Long enough for you to have your role carved out here and for the residents to call you by name.

Your exhaustion and dizzy spells are few and far between, but they’re intense and accompanied by symptoms of visions. A faint smell, a phantom touch, even a whisper of a voice, but no matter how much you try, you can’t hang onto them. They slip through your fingers before you recognize what they are. It’s like you’re missing a limb.

Today, the loss is affecting you more than you thought it could. You miss your ability. As much trouble as it can cause, you somehow feel untethered from yourself. Even with your body lying unconscious, you’re more of a shell now than ever.

And as much as you try to hide it, somehow, Morpheus knows.

“You will return to yourself,” he says.

You’re sitting in Fiddler’s Green on a bench beneath a grove of magnolia trees.

“It feels like it’s been years,” you say, rubbing your arm. You haven’t felt the breeze on your skin since the attack. You hardly notice it now as the grass moves with it.

You can tell he’s about to respond, and you already know what he’ll say.

“Don’t tell me ‘it takes time’ or ‘be patient.’ I’ve been patient. I’ve had to be patient since Destiny gave me this damn power, and now I can’t even access it because I missed the signs last time!” You rub your face, trying to push the frustration out.

He lets you have your moment to feel that anger.

“Immortality is crueler than death,” he begins. “It's companions are loneliness and waiting.”

You look at him, scanning his features, and nod. Your agitation cools into sympathy.

“I forget what happened to you sometimes. I’m sorry.”

“I will not accept an unnecessary apology,” he says. “My experiences do not outweigh yours.”

“Nevertheless, I’m free here. You weren’t.”

He locks eyes with you, a softness to them. “I am also free.”

It’s like he’s latched onto your soul. His timbre pulls you closer. And you realize you don’t feel so lost when he’s around.

“Boss!”

You lean back and look toward the sound, missing Morpheus’ eyes widening a fraction at Matthew’s interruption, too.

“Boss! Death’s here.” Matthew lands in front of you.

Your brow furrows, and your heart quickens. “Death’s here?”

Why would Death be here? She wouldn’t come to the Dreaming if she didn’t have a good reason.

What if she’s working? What if you aren’t improving and the Dreaming is masking your worsening condition?

Morpheus tilts his head slightly, sensing your tension. He puts the pieces together quickly as he stands.

“I requested she come.” He turns to you, voice tender, reassuring. “I wished to spend time with her.”

—

You haven't seen Death since you arrived.

She and Morpheus urged you to stay even though you wanted to give them privacy. You forgot what it was like to have friends—to be close to others. It was nice.

Then she whisked you away, telling Morpheus it was “girl time.”

You’re strolling on one of the paths: one that extends as long as you can walk and leads to wherever you wish.

You’ve had enough time to think about that day, your limitations, Death’s, what Warrens did to you…

“You knew I’d be there,” you say.

Neither of you stop walking. It’s not a surprise that you’ve brought this up.

“That’s why you were surprised. Not because I had a vision of Morpheus, but because I was supposed to be there all along—because I was supposed to die—and you couldn’t interfere.”

She grimaces. “I’m sorry.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “I should be used to all the secrecy, but I’m not.” You pause. “And yet, I get it. Price of power and all that, I guess.”

Now, she halts. “I know this won’t bring you comfort, but your being alive is a miracle.”

“Then how am I…”

“I don’t know. And that’s not something I say often,” Death says. “I can only speculate, but the day Destiny came to you—before that, he came to me and asked I keep you here. I didn’t ask why, but maybe this was meant to happen. You were the only one who could save my brother.”

You shake your head. “I still don’t understand. Why give me this power at all? Why not just put me on the path so I could save Morpheus at the end? And how could you see my murder if you made that promise?”

“Not even I am sure of that.” She answers your last question. “But: Is that not what Destiny did? Put you on that very path?” She pauses, then softly. “And gave you a purpose. One bigger than anyone should have, but a purpose nonetheless.”

That thought runs around your head.

Did Destiny do that?

It's hard to imagine that being the reason. But why else would he—

“Do you…Do you think Destiny gave me this power so I would survive?”

You aren’t sure that makes sense.

You. Out of everyone that could make a difference in the world, Destiny chose you.

Death shrugs. “Again, I can’t be certain. But think about it, it brought you to Hob, to me," she gives you a knowing look, "to Dream.”

You roll your eyes. “Need I remind you that I hated Morpheus for the longest time.”

“Need I remind you that was in the past tense.” She grins.

“So, you’re saying it’s harder to kill me than I originally thought,” you say, trying to change the subject.

“None of that,” she tuts. “Even though it’s not under the best circumstances, I am happy you and Morpheus are getting to know one another.”

You hum. “I spent so long not knowing what to feel for him—having all of these unanswered questions—it’s strange…to finally have that behind me.” You pause. “I enjoy his company.”

“I would’ve used a stronger word than that,” she says, grinning cheekily.

The tiny smiles Morpheus sent you and the glances you threw him could’ve made her squeal if she was the type.

“Okay,” you wave her off, “enough.”

She puts her hands up, yielding.

You hesitate before telling her this next part.

“I think—No, I know my visions are returning.”

“That’s great!” She grabs your arm. “...Isn’t it?”

“It’s just…They aren’t back yet. They’re not full visions. And I don’t know what that means. Or how long I’ll be like this.” You gesture to yourself.

She smiles empathetically. “It means you’re getting better. I can only imagine how frustrating it’s been, but you are healing.”

You nod. She’s right.

She slips her arm into yours. “Now, let me tell you all the embarrassing stories about my brother.”

You throw your head back and laugh.

—

It’s been a few days since then, you think. You and Morpheus have spent most of your time together. He’s become someone you care for deeply, and you wonder if he feels the same.

You think he does when he pulls out your chair or helps you cross a stream. He’s interested in your life besides your visions. And when you told him about your family and loved ones throughout the years, he placed his hand atop yours. You could still feel it sometimes.

You’re both in the library. A rare occurrence of rest brought Morpheus to curl up with you on the plush sofa. Well, you curled up. Morpheus has his feet on the floor but is leaning into the cushions.

“I’ll have read everything in here by the time I wake up,” you joke, flipping your page.

“I can feel your bouts of power when they rise. It will not be long now.”

He always speaks so assuredly when it’s about your healing. His steadfastness has rubbed off on you. You aren’t so pessimistic about it anymore.

You don’t notice you’re staring at him until he asks if something’s wrong.

You shake your head. “No. I just don’t know what I would’ve done all this time if you weren’t here.”

He faces forward, not staring at anything, and silence settles over you. The atmosphere shifts, and you can almost feel the tension coming from him.

“There is no universe where I would have been elsewhere,” he says, as still as ever.

And it’s his seriousness that makes you drop your light tone and scoot closer.

“I know. And I appreciate that.” You glance at your fingers. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You haven’t.” He rests his hand on yours. “But know that you are my priority, and I am happy to have been by your side.”

“Morpheus…” you lock eyes, “we’ve been over this. I hate that you feel obligated to help me.”

His brows twitch inward. “I feel no such compulsions. I am grateful you saved my life, but I can never repay such sacrifice.” He pauses. “Your wellbeing is my concern as your…friend.”

His thumb brushes your cheekbone as he searches your eyes.

You pull your lips into a thin line, hoping he can’t feel the heat in your cheeks. “Just know that I wouldn’t change what I did. I wanted to save you—I needed to.”

“You didn’t—”

“I did!” You say almost desperately. “You’re the only connection I have to my past. You’re the only one who knows who I was. I can’t lose you…”

You’re afraid to look him in the eye, but he lifts your chin with a slightly hooked finger, tenderness in his gaze.

“You won’t.”

He pulls his hand away, and you realize how much closer you both have gotten.

“You can’t promise that, though,” you whisper.

“No. I cannot. But I can promise that ritual is gone.”

You clench your jaw. “That won’t stop me from worrying.”

“Then you know how I feel.”

He says it like a joke—mirthful—a tone that’s both strange and welcome in him.

You roll your eyes halfheartedly. “You don’t need to worry. I’m fine.”

“I will stop worrying when you’re awake,” he says. “Until then, I will watch over you.”

A slight shiver runs down your spine. Morpheus' entire focus on you always makes you a little weak, but hearing him say those words? They almost send your knees buckling.

“I don’t understand. Why have you been so insistent about this?”

Something seems to settle in his eyes, his head tipping closer.

“When you were writhing in pain—screaming—something came over me that hasn’t in a long while.”

You tilt your head, waiting.

“Fear.”

“What?” you whisper.

The back of his fingers grazes your cheek, lingering, caressing.

“I feared I would lose you.” He’s searching you, analyzing every twitch and passing emotion.

“Morpheus,” you start, “what are you saying?”

The corner of his lips lift briefly.

“You’ve become important to me,�� he breathes. “My prophetess.”

His lips are so close to yours. A moment more, and they’d touch. But as much as you want this, you stop him.

“I don’t want our first kiss to be when I’m dreaming,” you say. “I want it to feel real because…you’ve become important to me, too.”

Softly, he rests his forehead against yours.

“I will wait as long as I must. Knowing you feel the same is enough.”

—

Your dizziness has been nonexistent these past couple of weeks. You’ve been able to help Lucienne in the library much more. However, this morning, if you could even call it that in the Dreaming—it’s like you’ve been getting hit from all sides.

A breeze on your cheek while you were indoors.

A shimmering red when you paged through a book.

And whispered words of “regret this” and mumblings you couldn’t decipher.

But this is your strongest one yet.

It’s not images or scents, not even a noise, but an expansive, all-encompassing feeling blooming within your chest. You swear you’ll burst when Lucienne sees you steadying yourself against a table.

She says your name. “Are you alright?”

The feeling keeps getting bigger and bigger, and then Lucienne seems so far away, then the entire library. And you realize it’s time.

“I think…I think I’m waking up.”

A moment after you spoke, it feels like you're falling backward.

Your eyes open with a quick inhale, and you look around.

You’re in a bed, and everything feels so much more tangible. There are soft sheets, a comforting breeze from the open window, and that unmistakable feeling of something new beginning.

You slowly rise, but where you thought there would be soreness, none comes.

You've healed.

You laugh in disbelief, running out of the room and to the one person you need to see.

He’s creating dreams, something you’d usually take a moment to marvel at, but you can’t seem to give a damn.

He glances over his shoulder, lips ticking up when he sees you.

He’s about to speak. Then, his eyebrows twitch downward when you don’t stop walking, and you barely contain your smile before you kiss him.

It takes him no more than a moment to grip your waist and pull you closer. To feel him like this instead of those phantom pressures, it's indescribable.

You reluctantly retreat, and he stares at you with this kind of awe, tracing the back of his knuckles down your cheek, his features brighter than you’ve ever seen.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

You take a moment before answering. “I’m okay. Everything feels…stronger now.” You give him a small smile. “Real.”

“Not many have visited the Dreaming as you are,” he says. “If you’re overwhelmed, please tell me.”

You shake your head fondly. “Not overwhelmed, just…happy.”

“I am glad.”

Your hands rest on his chest as you stare at him, too thrilled to care that maybe you should say something. But all you want to do is look at him—feel him now that you’re back in your body.

Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to mind.

He’s gripping your hips, the lightest of touches, yet it almost burns you in the best way possible. His thumb grazes one side, grabbing your attention. Like he knows you’re daydreaming.

“I must give you something,” he says.

He reaches within his coat, and in his palm is a gold band embedded with a ruby, a piece of Morpheus’ Dreamstone.

“Stay with me,” he whispers, forehead pressed to yours. “Come and go as you please, but always return. To your home.” He pauses. “To me.”

You stare at him, eyes wide with wonder and glistening.

“Yes,” you breathe, beaming.

He strokes your cheekbone with his thumb before cupping it fully and slotting his lips between yours.

You giggle. “I have to say I really didn’t see this coming.”

If Morpheus was one to roll his eyes, he would have.

“Do not make me regret this.”

The lit in his voice pulls a playful gasp from you.

“It’s too late. You can’t change your mind,” you say, eyes alight.

His warm smile sends gooseflesh up your arms.

“Never,” he whispers.

Destiny has strange ways of working, but after centuries of unanswered questions, you finally think you understand why he chose you.

Maybe the eldest Endless has a softer spot for his younger brother than any of you realize.

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niragisqueenofhearts · 1 year

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~The Devil's Dog~ pt.2

Park Jongdu x fem!reader

warnings: Nsfw, smut, mentions of murder, blood, cutting

Part 2!! Enjoy you sickos, Love y'all! <3

word count: 3219 [might be a bit off but oh well]

part 1 part 3

It had been a month since you've seen Jongdu. As much as you've tried your hardest to forget everything you saw, everything you've experienced on that boat, you just couldn't. The memory of him touching you, licking at your wounds the sounds he made as he thrusted into you, it all had remained imprinted inside of your head. All you wanted was for it to all to disappear. To disappear from your memories.

You sat in your office, motionless, empty, just staring into space as your mind played back the last moment you saw…him.

It was night. The moon shined down illuminating the dark ocean. Everyone had boarded the lifeboat and begun to make their way towards the shore. For 4 days, you had been stuck on that ship, finally you were about to gain back your freedom. You closed your eyes and breathed in deeply letting the salty scent of the sea fill your lungs. You slowly opened them again gazing into the dark waters below. Jongdu sat next to you, holding the chain that had been keeping you prisoner in his hand, a smile plastered on his face as the boat got closer and closer to the shore.

A chill ran through your body as you remembered what happened, your thought was soon replaced by a different one; his lips covering yours, his hot body crushing against your own. Your cheeks burned with passion as you pictured yourself beneath him, feeling the warmth of his body on top of you- No, you can't think of him like that. What he did was wrong. He took advantage of you; you shouldn't think of him as anything but evil. You shook your head clearing the thought from your head and turned your eyes to where the shore came into view.

Overjoyed, everyone leaped into the cold night ocean trudging through the water. You watched as people began jumping off the side of the boat screaming happily at the cold water that covered their bodies. Jongdu pulled your chain slightly, signaling to you that is was your turn. You sighed deeply as you submerged your legs into the cold waters making way to the shore As your body touched the icy cold surface of the sand you shivered. Slowly stepping forward you waded out of the freezing sea, the soft sand coating your feet. You're out, you were finally out You couldn't believe it, you were finally free.

Everyone began to cheer out to the night sky celebrating their victory. You stood there, watching as the others danced and jumped and laughed amongst themselves enjoying the moment that just occurred. They really did it, they escaped. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you gazed at the group, you felt as if you couldn't look away from them, the torture you went through, it haunted you every day. "Who's ready to go home?" One man screamed, they all yelled in a celebratory response. "Hey," You called out to Jongdu, still clasping the end of the chain. "Do you mind?" Signaling to the chain around your neck. "Kyu-tae!" He yelled out waving the chain. Kyu-tae gets the hint and tosses the key to Jongdu.

Immediately you wrap your hand around throat, gently caressing the aching bruise that was etched into your flesh as the chain was finally removed. He wiped a tear from your cheek and chuckled. "You're seriously crying again?"

"You killed my friends," You snapped, "And you..did things to me."

"Nothing that you didn't enjoy." He responded as he wrapped the chains that held you captive for 4 days around his waist as a sick little keepsake. As much as you hated him, a part of you knew he was right, you did enjoy it, but that same part of you knew that you would rather die than admit it to yourself. "Plus, you're alive, if i were you, I'd be a bit more grateful." He continued.

"What happens now?" You whisper to yourself. He grinned widely at you, "You run back home little puppy." His hand snakes around your neck pulling you into a kiss before releasing you. "Don't miss me too much, I'll come back and fetch you later, okay?" With that he joined the rest of the convicts and begun walking to only God knows where, leaving you stranded on the beach. Was he serious? Come back? He wouldn't..would he?

You made your way home in the cool weather of South Korea, shivering as water dripped off your soaked pantlegs. A lone tear rolled down your cheek as you looked down at your bare feet, thinking how lucky you are to be alive. Your feet ached as you walked a mile through the familiar streets of your hometown. You stopped short of entering your house, "My keys-" You whispered to yourself remembering that everything you had, your documents, keys, ID's, all left on the boat. You sighed as you grabbed a large rock and hit it against your window shattering the glass. You then proceeded to climb through the window, being as careful as you could to not get cut by the glass. Once you made your way to the kitchen, you placed the rock on the countertop and rummaged through drawers until you found what you needed. A knife. Sure, it wasn't much of a weapon considering a person of Jongdu's nature, but it was something.

You rushed to your bedroom, opening the door and closing it once you were inside, locking it behind you. You practically ripped the bloodstained, orange suit off of you. Anyone's first instinct would've been to throw it away, burn it if you had to, but not you, not after anything. You wrapped your nude body into the warm embrace of your blanket as you stared at the suit that rested on your vanity. Everything felt so surreal right now. You didn't expect to live another day, never again. You were numb and confused, not sure what to do from there, you just sat there as all the memories played back into your head like a song on repeat.

It wasn't long until the police showed up to your house. Just a week after you got off that wretched boat. They were shocked to even see you still breathing in the flesh and not as mutilated, maggot infest remains. They took you in immediately, taking you into the hospital, asking questions of what happened on your 4 days of hell. It was hard for you to respond at first but eventually you told them everything, the whole truth. For the next 2 months, nothing but cameras, tv reporters, in your face, all day, every day.

Alas, days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and slowly all the recognition you've been getting from the press had been dying down day by day. It still didn't help that the entirety of Korea knew your face. If it wasn't the press in your face with their flashing cameras, then it was people at your local cafe that you go to every week shooting you the same supportive yet pitiful look every time you walked in. You understood their reason behind it, so, you slowly began to accept it. You were so happy to find out you were working again, you thought you'd finally be able to put all of this in the past and continue with your life, not even hearing his name again. But it all went downhill as news of more murders started spreading like wildfire.

For your own sanity, you decided to pretend he never existed, you stopped watching the news, skipping pages in the newspapers that mentioned any updates, anything, because you knew in some sick way, hearing of the murders would just give your poor little heart some hope that he may just come back. You didn't need any more reminders.

"Hey," Your colleague Jess called out for you snapping you out of your thoughts, "Yeah what's up?" You greeted her with a smile, "We got a broken arm in room 3, skateboarding accident." You nodded before excusing yourself from your seat and headed in the direction of your new patient. "Hey bud," You greeted the young boy, "Let's get this fixed up yeah?"

A broken arm was usually nothing, so it didn't take much time for you to reset it and wrap it. "I don't recommend you doing any skateboarding until this comes off okay?" The young boy nodded as you wrapped the last layer of bandage onto his cast. "It's just so horrible." His mother blurted, you looked to her, and respond assuming she was talking about the skateboarding accident.

"Oh, no worries, we know the drill," You reassured, smiling at her. "It won't be long until he's doing ollie's again." You smile winking at the child. "Oh no, I’m sorry, I meant the news," You froze as she continued to speak, "All those murders, it's horrible." She shook her head as she watched the news play on small monitor across the room.

"Another victim of the grisly murder spree has been found today." The reporter droned on, showing several uncensored photos of a woman, her body not even recognizable as human. "I hope they find the bastard and kill him in the worst way possible." The woman cried, you listened closely as the reporters explained how their story came to light, what the police knew about who killed the victim in such a brutal manner. Photo by photo they showed the mugshots of each surviving convict that escaped the boat, their faces engraved into your memory. Your stomach sunk as you saw Jongdu's photo flash across the screen.

You shook your head and continued working on the cast to completion to get your mind off of things. You said happily, packing up your tools. "Thanks, Doctor!" The boy thanked you as he gave you a hug, you returned it as you smiled, "No problem, sweetie." You watched as the mother held his hand as they walked out of the room. "You okay?" You jumped as you noticed Jess now standing by you. "Yeah, I'm alright." She nodded along with you before continuing the day as normal and escorting you to your next patient.

This day felt stranger than usual. You felt like you were being watched, like you were under a microscope. You tried your best to ignore the feeling as you went on with your day, but that didn't stop you from feeling eyes burning holes in the side of your head the entire shift. Finally, after working an 11-hour shift, you were so relieved to finally go home. As soon as you arrived, you threw your bag to the side and headed toward your bedroom. You noticed a more than familiar pair of work shoes resting outside of the closet as you stood in front of your vanity, "Babe, are you home?" You called out for your boyfriend, Bobby, he was the only good thing that ever came out of this whole thing. "Babe?" You called out again, no answer.

You were about to shrug it off until you heard a more than familiar voice causing you to freeze where you stood. "You won't be hearing from him anymore." The voice spoke coldly. You looked into the mirror to see Jongdu in the flesh and blood, and speaking of blood, he was drenched in it. Blood trickled down his chin as fresh blood coated his neck making it appear as if someone carved him up with a sharp blade, "Jongdu…" You murmured his name softly as you stared at him through the mirror, "Oh don't worry, I’m perfectly unharmed, I can't say the same for your boyfriend though." He said casually as he walked towards you, his broad torso pressed against your back. You stood frozen there for a few seconds as you processed his words.

"How'd you find me? You asked, trying your best to sound unaffected, but he already knew just how terrified you were. "I always knew." He replied calmly, his strong hands gripped at your waist before he turned you around. "Where you'd go for lunch, what time you got home from work, what time you clocked into work; I knew it all." He took his knife and brought it up to the collar of your shirt slowly cutting into the fabric. His eyes immediately made way to the very noticeable 'x' shaped scar he etched into your skin. You gasped as his arm makes way around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He purred as he began to place kisses onto the scar tracing the shape of it with a look of pure pleasure on his face, "Did you really think you could hide from me forever?" He asked between the licks of his lips before kissing your neck softly, placing gentle kisses onto the wound. You shook your head as tears began to gather in your eyes.

"Aw, the tears, the tears." He mocked. He continued to make kiss marks down your neck, "I love that look in your eye, like you're trying desperately to hide something from me, well, you can't hide anything from me," He grabbed your jaw firmly forcing you to look at him, into his eyes. Those damned eyes burned with passion and his smile, the smile that started it all, filled your vision. That smile caused your heart to flutter uncontrollably no matter how evil it was. "You want me, i know it, so why hide it?" He kissed you gently this time, slowly sucking on your bottom lip. Slowly you moved away from his touch to look at him straight in his eyes, "Are you going to kill me?" You whispered. His grin widened slightly, "No, baby, I have a better use for you," He answered seductively. You shiver as you feel the cold metal of the blade he held in his hand touch your belly.

He chuckled as he pressed the tip of the blade into your flesh. You cry out in pain as you watch red trickle down your hips onto your legs, soaking your blue scrubs. You let out another choked sob as he begun to kiss and suck on the fresh cut he made into you. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you attempted to pull away from him but to no avail. "Please, please stop." You cried. Eventually he did pull away giving you relief.

"God even after all this time, you still taste so good." He sighed as he ripped the tattered shirt off you along with your brassiere beginning to kiss your breasts as he allowed his hands to roam your bare torso.

You sighed deeply as you felt yourself melt in his hand. This feeling: the fire that erupted in you as he touched you, the warmth, his smell, even in being complete pain you still wanted him. Everything seemed to become too much for you. Every single nerve was screaming, begging to touch. You missed him. God, you missed him. Tears pooled in your eyes as you let them fall, but you refused to move a muscle. You were afraid to, it felt wrong, but you couldn't bring yourself to push him away.

"Did you miss me puppy?" He asked as a smirk crept across his face. Your heart ached as you closed your eyes and tried to block him out. "I did." You whispered taking in a deep breath as the clarity washed over you. There's no more hiding it. He scooped your legs up around his hips as he picked you up off the ground and moved towards your bed throwing you onto it. You watched as he ripped his blood drenched t shirt off himself, throwing it across the room before he reached for the waistband of your pants, quickly pulling them off along with your underwear, leaving just the lower half of you exposed.

Run Y/n, just run. Get the fuck out of there. The little voice in your head spat. But your legs wouldn't obey, and before you knew it, he was upon you, pinning you beneath him as he hovered over you. His eyes burned through yours, dark pools of molten gold staring right into your soul. Without hesitation, he pressed his lips firmly against yours, the kiss was rough, full of passion. Your heart swelled with happiness as you kissed him back, the kisses became more forceful, desperate. He rolled his hips, grinding himself onto you and you let out a moan, pushing against him in response. A groan ripped from Jongdu's throat when he felt the friction. He couldn't take it anymore, he needed you, now.

He undid his pants and pulled them off him before thrusting into you with such force, it knocked the wind out of your lungs. Your body was on fire, all you wanted to do was touch him, feel him, feel all of him. His hand intertwined with your scalp pulling roughly. He attacked your neck with kisses and bites so hard that he drew blood.

Everything went blurry as you became overwhelmed by pleasure and pain, he pounded you relentlessly until you were completely undone, unable to think, unable to breathe. You couldn't stop, couldn't hold yourself back. Even in a frenzy you had never felt more free, more alive. "Jongdu!" you gasped as tears streamed down your cheeks, your legs tightening around him, squeezing him tight. He began to thrust even faster as your body began to tremble under him. His hands were like fire as they ran all over your body.

All the different sensations clouded your mind drowning you in bliss. Your body ached for release; your brain begged for him to finish you. It was almost unbearable. "Jongdu, please…" Your voice sounded as if it was coming from somewhere far away. Your vision began to fade but you stayed conscious enough to feel Jongdu's movements, his fingers gripping your thighs as he pushed inside you. In seconds you felt your walls tighten around him as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, panting heavily, as he began to shake. You moaned his name as you released everything, releasing every ounce of tension and pleasure as his body shuddered violently underneath you as your orgasm took over both of you.

You were on cloud 9. Everything around you had disappeared, it was just you and him in that moment. Nothing else mattered.

You stayed as still as you could, not daring to move a muscle as exhaustion plagued your body. "Fuck." He remarked as he lifted himself off you, his hair disheveled and sweat covering every single inch of him. He smiled as he looked down at you, the same shaking, teary eyed mess he once made before. He admired you like art. "So beautiful." He whispered as he traced every single bruise and bite he made. You flinched as he caressed the new mark he made into you, he laughed at your reaction as he continued to trace the tender flesh. You avert your gaze from him and looked down at your new wound, you smiled to yourself as you noticed the shape of a 'J' on the left side of your abdomen. You're his now, and you wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

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triplesilverstar · 7 months

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Thanksgiving Special

Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vash X Wolfwood, Vash X F!Reader, Wolfwood X F!Reader, Vash X F!Reader X Wolfwood

CW: Mentions of abusive relationships, mentions of sex, threesome, polycule relationship

Word count: 3219

A/N: As it’s Canadians Thanksgiving, have a roommates special, this one is mostly fluff with a bit of relationship building. It’s currently past where the story is written since the reader is now dating the boys. But let's be honest, I'm pretty sure you were all expecting that development.

It was strange to get the text from Vash while you were leaving work, asking you if you had plans for Thanksgiving. Frowning as you texted him back saying no because you honestly didn’t, and then nothing else from the blond until you were home and saw why.

Vash and Nicholas were sitting on the couch looking at flyers, which you frowned at. It was very much like Vash to scan the flyers for groceries but not Nicholas, both men smiling as you trotted into the living room. “What are we doing boys?”

“Trying to figure out who has the best price for turkeys before the weekend,” Nicholas answered while jotting down something on a notepad before flipping to another page.

“I know we're frugal guys but doesn’t a turkey seem like a lot for the three of us?” Plopping down on the floor across from them at the coffee table, fingers sliding the coaster with Nicholas’s coffee towards you.

“It’s not for us, it’s why I asked if you had plans.” Vash paused looking at you and shaking his head a little at your antics. “Nico and I usually go to the orphanage to help out so we thought we’d ask if you wanted to come with us?”

It’s a bit surprising but you find yourself nodding lifting the pilfered mug to your lips and taking a sip. “Sure. I mean if you think I can help and I’d like to spend the day with you two if you want me there.” It still feels a little strange looking at both your boyfriends and knowing they both want a relationship with you and each other. Not because of the dynamic but you still find yourself wondering what you did to end up with such partners.

“You know there’s still some coffee in the pot if you wanted it,” Nicholas remarks when his hand reaches for the missing mug.

“But it tastes all the better after you’ve drunk some Nico~” Teasing him as you took another sip before handing it to the annoyed man. “So, why hunting through the flyers? Do they need help picking the stuff up?”

“Yea, they’ve got a small budget to work from so we’re looking to see where the best deals are. We’re gonna need at least three decent-sized turkeys.” Done with that flyer and jumping to the next one Nicholas places his mug on the coffee table again.

You find yourself sliding the notepad over and frowning before you grab your phone and flip to one of your apps, open it, and type in ‘turkey’.

Flipping your screen around to show it to the boys “and here we go, all the stores with turkeys on sale right now and going from lowest to highest.” Watching the cogs in both men's heads slowly turn as they look at the tiny screen.

“Do you mean to tell us”

“We’ve been looking at flyers”

“For the past two hours.”

“And you just did that in five seconds?” The back and forth between the two of them astonishes you, laughing while their eyebrows furrow.

“I swear you two are such old men sometimes!” With the tears forming in your eyes from all the laughing you’re doing you miss their shared Cheshire grins. Both men launch around the coffee table and pull you into an embrace, two sets of hands trailing along your skin in a tickling motion.

“Calling us old men huh? We gonna let her get away with that Vash?” You’re laughing even harder now, face pressed into Nicholas’s chest while their hands keep up the assault on your skin.

“Nope!” Popping his ‘p’ Vash slips his fingers under your shirt to go for a more sensitive spot and you’re howling.

“Mer-” You’re laughing hard enough now that it’s starting to hurt in the best way, trying to squirm out of their grip while squealing. Their hands are relentless in their pursuit of you, both of them laughing now as well. “Mer-” Taking as big of a breath as you can between bouts of laughing you finally spit out what you’ve been trying to say. “Mercy!”

Both men stop at the use of your shared safe work, but laugh as they slump against you. “You’re no fun sometimes.” Vash nuzzles his nose into the back of your head while you catch your breath and Nicholas settles his hands on your hips.

“It’s because you two are old, you just don’t get me.” Snickering filled with mirth while your ribs hurt from the exertion.

“Sounds to me like she’s a glutton for punishment.” His voice having gone husky, you look up at Nicholas, licking your lip.

“Maybe~”

Later the three of you are lying naked and exhausted on the floor of the living room, your fingers tracing random patterns onto Vash’s trim chest while the sweat cools on your skin. “So. Are they picking up the stuff for Thanksgiving or are we getting it?”

“We are” Nicholas answers from behind Vash, an arm over his eyes while his chest heaves, peeking out at the ceiling. “If Vash doesn’t mind driving we can get the stuff tonight and drop them off at the orphanage tonight to go in the freezer. Miss Melanie might like the confirmation we were able to get things and hopefully on budget.”

“Then let's shower and get going, otherwise we might get distracted and go for another round.” Rolling off Vash and heading for your own shower while the boys groan from the floor. “You’re just reinforcing that you’re old men!”

“You’re a year younger than me!” Yelling after you from an indignant Vash making you giggle as you move a little faster, well aware if you aren’t almost done before one of them joins you round two is going to happen in the shower.

After shopping you pay attention to the road from the backseat of Vash’s car, hoping you can get an address or a hint as to where the orphanage is located. Nicholas usually being pretty tight-lipped about where he grew up. You knew he was an orphan and had a bond with another of the boys from the same place named Livio, but any other digging resulted in him rolling his eyes or aiming to distract you.

Even Vash didn’t have much more to go on, just shrugged his shoulders. Then again when you asked him similar questions he went just as silent, all you knew about the blond was he had a twin brother and both of them had been adopted.

So any new information about your partners you grab and hold onto like a gold mine, so going to see where one of them grew up just tickles something inside your brain. Taking note of the turns and roads as the three of you drive, seeing the change in scenery as it goes and you see the change in the landscape shifting from buildings to a more rural setting.

Pulling into a church parking lot you look around curious as the car slows Vash undoing his seat belt and looks back over his shoulder with a hand on the passenger chair as he backs up towards a smaller building that was attached.

“Is this where you grew up Nico?” Dusk is fast approaching as you open the car door and step out heading for the trunk.

“Yea.” In the fading light, you see him swallow rubbing the back of his neck for some reason you aren’t really sure off and you think you see his fingers twitch for the pocket of his sweater that you know has his cigarettes in them. Is he nervous about being around the orphanage?

“You should head inside and get Miss Melanie Nico, I doubt she wants the three of us just routing around in her freezer.” Nodding at Vash’s words Nicholas heads inside while you and Vash lean against the bumper of his car with the trunk still closed. Sides pressed together as you look around, taking in the details of the brickwork of the church and the smooth lines of the newer building that is attached.

Upon closer inspection, you can see it’s not really a small building, just one story attached to a larger structure. With rows of windows above it and backlit from the lights inside you can see smaller bodies moving around, kids playing.

“Does Nico seem a little off to you?” You aren’t sure why you voice it but you do.

Unsurprising Vash loops one of his arms around your shoulders pulling you tighter against him. “He is. It makes sense though he was like this the first time he brought me too. Miss Melanie is the closest thing he has to a mother, he’s probably nervous about what she’ll think of you. Well, and the whole dating two people thing.” You can relate to that, reaching across your body to tangle your fingers with his feeling the rough tips of his fingers as they glide along the outside of your hand. You still haven’t told your dad who you were expecting to flip at the idea of you dating two people. You sure as hell aren’t telling your mother who you suspect once she finds out you broke up with Henry is going to do nothing but rant in your ear about what an idiot you are.

“Yea. I still I haven’t any of my family, I’m not really expecting my dad to take it all that well.” A chuckle and Vash is bumping his hips into yours.

“I told my brother. Nai might be a bit of a hard ass but he gets it. At least I think he does.” Vash has that soft smile on his face, one of the ones that tells you he has more to say but won’t so you just relish in the flicker of warmth it sends around your chest.

“Well, I hope Nico gets the same kind of reaction.” Licking your lips as you and Vash keep waiting and sharing a bit of warmth between the two of you.

It isn’t long before Nicholas reappears with a shorter portly woman just behind him. A bandana is tied around her head but you can see the wisps of grey mixed in with the auburn locks of hair framing her face that seem to have fallen from where it was tied back. The fine lines around her eyes make you smile, and her eyes themselves reassure you like pulling on a thick sweater when you’re cold. Miss Melanie makes you think it’s what a caretaker should look like, not someone concerned with still trying to look like they’re in their twenties like your own mother who spends half her day covering her face in goop to try and hide the fact she’s getting older.

“Vash, it’s nice to see you again.” Miss Melanie doesn’t go for a handshake instead wrapping her shorter arms around Vash for a hug. The two of you separated at the appearances of Nicholas and the older woman.

“Nice to see you too Ma’am.” A light-hearted swat to his arm and she huffed with her hands on her hips.

“I’ve told you before Vash, it’s Miss Melanie or just Melanie. Ma’am makes me sound too important for what I am.” Laughing as she turned to you and her eyes seemed to soften. “And you must be the new roommate I keep hearing so much about.”

“Ummm all good things I hope.” Rubbing the back of your head and reaching to take her offered hand, only to be tugged into an embrace of your own.

“Little Nico never has anything but good things to say about you.” Your face burns a little at that, curious as to just what the tanned man could have been saying about you to the woman he must see as his mother.

“I’m not little.” Rolling his eyes as you’re released from her hold “Now let's get this stuff inside.” As Vash pops the trunk open and you start grabbing bags you notice the slight darkening of the skin across Nicholas’s cheeks. You don’t say anything to him, but you do think it’s cute he’s blushing about it.

Unloading the car takes a few trips and the three of you follow Miss Melanie's instructions where she wants things placed inside the pantry and the walk-in fridge. While the turkeys are frozen it’s only three days until Thanksgiving and the birds need a chance to thaw, and you learn while the facility is larger there are about fifteen kids that you’re going to help cook for.

A final wave and a few quick hugs goodbye promising you’ll see the older woman again in three days bright and early, before sliding into the back seat of Vash’s car. “She seems really nice Nico.” You find yourself saying from the back.

“She is.” It’s all he says before the three of you are on your way back to the apartment.

You’re up at the crack of dawn on Thanksgiving, the three of you once more piled into Vash’s car. Sipping your coffee mug and trying to finish waking up, the only noises you’re getting out of Nicholas are grunts while Vash is his usual chipper morning self almost bouncing with how excited he is.

You’d find it cute if you didn’t want one more hour of sleep.

Groaning as you follow the boys into the same doors as you had last time you were there the smell of breakfast cooking slowly waking you up and the sound of laughter. Miss Melanie seems to be already hard at it, getting the first meal of the day ready for the kids and Nicholas is quick to help her even if he is half asleep in loading the metal trays into the steam line to serve the bigger kids.

You just follow the older woman when she gets your help to bring the food to some of the smaller kids already seated at a table. Smiling back with soft “you’re welcome”s to a chorus of “thank you”s from them. They seem polite and you miss the whispers of some of the kids wondering who you are.

The reason for arriving so early other than just prepping the turkeys to start cooking makes sense as Miss Melanie plans on feeding the three of you breakfast as well before you get started. “Can’t have my help for the day passing out from hunger while I’ve got them slaving in the kitchen!” Laughing at her own joke as she eats her own meal.

A round of questions from you as you learn she’s the only full-time caretaker, the others that help are all volunteers or part-time workers during the week. A somber moment when she admits during the holidays most people want to spend time with their own families so she appreciates help like this. While you’re talking with her you don’t miss the way some of the kids also hang off Nicholas and one or two off of Vash. It’s rather endearing.

Once breakfast was done and a few of the older kids are dish duty were working to clean up the three of you were put to work with Miss Melanie giving her orders on what she wanted done.

An hour later you already feel exhausted with all the prep work, standing beside Vash who just hums away while you’re both peeling vegetables to be cooked. A far greater appreciation for everything the woman does settling into your bones, since she manages the three of you in the kitchen and looking after the children.

“Having fun yet?” Vash whispers to you at one point as you drop another peeled potato into a container filled with water.

“Actually yes, this is kind of nice. A lot better than all the pomp and circumstance that marked my Thanksgivings growing up.” Those felt more like a parade of having to dress to impress with the way your mother dragged you to family get-togethers where you sat there dressed like a doll. This was far more enjoyable even if your hands were sore from all the peeling.

“I’m glad, it might not seem like much but it makes Nico happy to come back and help out.” Grinning as you both keep making small talk, before moving on to the next task.

As the time keeps moving closer and closer to noon as more and more pots and pans are placed on the stove you lean against one of the counters. A small reprieve while the food does its own thing “I can’t believe Miss Melanie does this sort of thing every day. I’m exhausted and we’ve only been at it for a few hours.”

Wiping your forehead with the back of your hand and watching as Nicholas moves closer setting both his hands on the counter behind you and closing the distance so part of his stomach is flush against you. “It’s hard work raising a bunch of kids.” Dropping his forehead to yours.

Smirking up at him you can’t resist taking the chance to tease him. “Yea, and I bet after raising you she realized every kid after was a cakewalk.” Vash snorts from where he’s sitting on a stool glancing at his phone.

“I bet you were a real hell-raiser Nico.” Wigging his eyebrows in response before Vash stood to go check one of the pots and give it a stir.

“You two are jerks.” His dark eyes narrowed in annoyance but you see the slightest uptick of his lips into a smile.

“Hmmm, but you picked us.” Laughing against him before you push back on the counter kissing the tip of his nose.

“No hanky panky in my kitchen!” The sound of Miss Melanie’s raised voice makes the three of you jump, certain both you are Nicholas are blushing for no real reason.

As the meal slowly comes together, this time the four of you work to get all the plates made before taking them out to the kids. The tables had been rearranged to form a long line by some of the kids and set with everything but the food. Taking seats that had been left open for the three of you at the table with Miss Melanie taking a seat at the head.

While you aren’t sitting next to either of your boyfriends you still have to smile at how the kids around them are excited to talk to the men older than them. One of the girls named Jessica apparently talking Vash’s ear off, her crush on him apparent even to you. As Miss Melanie calls for silence and a short prayer followed by a moment of silence to reflect on what you’re thankful for this year you have no trouble thinking of two reasons.

One blond and one brunet, both of whom have certainly carved a piece into your heart.

As voices start to carry around the table you find you’re drawn into conversation with the kids around you, and by the end of the mean your face is sore from all the laughter and smiles. The occasional glances shared between the three of you, and one thought keeps ringing around in your head.

You could get used to spending holidays like this.