#WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO OTHER THAN LOOK RESPECTFULLY??
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Drop the towel wrapped around you and appear naked in front of your Genshin husband
In a nutshell: That old tiktok challenge/prank. In your private, shared home of course.
Warnings: My perpetual warning as a writing mother is that I am sleep deprived. Very VERY sleep deprived. SUGGESTIVE: BORDERING ON NOT SAFE FOR WORK, written on a 10 minute timer please be gentle
Characters: Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Cyno, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Tighnari, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli, implied fem!reader
Personal Favourites: Tighnari
Aether
chokes on nothing
"Y-Y-Y/N?! What're you doing?"
Comes up to you and tries to cover you up with the towel again, as if it was a sin to look at you naked in broad daylight.
Full on blush on his face and respectfully tries to look away.
"Don't surprise me like that!"
Seems not to like it but actually likes it too much to the point of getting embarrassed for himself.
Yes he's your husband but is still a precious respectful man
Albedo
Blinks a couple of times but appreciates your beauty and gives your body a slow once over. Chuckles in amusement afterwards.
"Is there a reason for this?"
Just to get his reaction, you admit.
"Well..." starts walking towards you. "I do have higher self-control than most others... but let it be known that I'm far from immune to my..."
Stops in front of you and yet again seems to eat you up with his eyes. "...needs," ends with a suspiciously sweet smile.
Alhaitham
Can't help but be a bit surprised and you can see it by the way his eyebrows go up as soon as the towel hits the floor.
Opens his mouth to say something but closes it again, as if hesitating, which is really strange for someone like him.
"...Is this the part where I sweep you off your feet and carry you to our room?" there's a bit of amusement in his tone. Stands to walk over to you.
Places a hand on your waist.
"Cause I can guarantee you that we DON'T need to be in our bedroom for things to happen...but you knew that already, right?"
Ayato
Quirks his eyebrows up, amused smile appearing on his face.
"I must say, this is a lovely surprise,"
Traces your figure with his eyes. Then approaches you to hold your waist and dip in to kiss your neck softly.
"How could I ever resist, my love, when you're standing in front of me in all your magnificence?"
Takes the longest time just admiring and basking in your beauty, tracing every little part of your skin.
Baizhu
Lets pretend the snake ain't here okay?
Does a double take.
"Y/N, first off, you'll get a cold,"
Pushes his spectacles up and gives you a once over.
"Second, you'll give me a heart attack,"
Beckons you over gently with his hand. "Come over, I suppose it's been a while since...I've done a full body check,"
Hides a grin.
Cyno
Blankly looks at you and is still processing what is happening
"Y/N? Is this... Did I do something?"
Is so suspicious that this was some kind of trap.
You tell him its simply to get a reaction out of him.
Immediately shoots out of his seat and catches your wrist.
"Then...Is it my turn to get one out of you? There's several ways to do that...and I know your favourite ones,"
Diluc
Eyes follow the towel down to the floor and head snaps back up to blink at the sight in front of him. Recovers quickly.
Chuckles as he stands and walks over. Picks up the towel and drapes it around your shoulders. "Only because it's quite chilly tonight,"
but still ends up inching the towel off your shoulder, tracing your collarbone. "Although, as your husband, I suppose it IS my job to keep you warm... So how would you like it today, love?"
Itto
"WHOA!" by instinct covers his eyes with his hands but his fingers are actually splayed apart so he can totally see through the gaps
Feels himself getting aroused
I mean the guy gets turned on even just at the sight of your neck
Suddenly stands and walks over to you, easily hoists you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and makes a beeline to your shared room.
"You're asking for it Y/N!"
Kaeya
"Oho?"
Sits back and relaxes, he doesn't really know what he was expecting. Some type of show maybe. "What's this? Finally giving me that lap dance you owe me, snowflake?"
Laughs but you're incredibly flustered at the suggestion.
Beckons you over and grabs you by the waist to sit on his lap.
"Feel that?" he whispers in your ear.
Oh you feel it alright, pressing at your upper thigh.
"Now whose fault is that? You'll have to do something about it now, love,"
Kaveh
"Archons!"
Looks away with a blush on his cheeks.
"Put something on!"
Yes he's seen you naked before, you're married, but the guy's always flustered in unexpected events.
You provoke him further by coming over, sitting sideways on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck.
"Y/N!" He looks down at you and can't help but look at your nakedness in full and close view.
Gulps but starts to feel his body heat up, his hands suddenly, assertively planting themselves on your waist as he meets your eyes. "I don't care what you say about yourself, but know that you're the only one who takes me from 0 to a 100 in a second,"
Kazuha
"Y/N?" Chuckles nervously and takes in the sight of your body.
Smiles at you and takes your hand to kiss the back of it.
"I've seen you countless of times... Each time, I'm reminded by how fortunate I am that you chose me to take care of you,"
Caresses your cheek all the way down to your jawline. "You're beautiful, Y/N,"
He has the most tender and gentle look on his face, but its mixed with a passion that you've never seen on anyone before. "Let me show you how much I love you, dear,"
Neuvillette
Eyebrows twitches upwards in surprise. Has no clue what to do in this new situation.
He doesn't say anything but is most definitely enjoying the view of your body. You see his jaw tense up, as if he's clenching his teeth.
"Ahem," he starts. Then seems to have the most trouble prying his eyes away to meet your gaze. "Is this...perhaps another way to tell me... that you would like some attention?"
You say not really and just wanted to see how he would react.
"Ah," he lets out, as if understanding and as if the conversation has ended.
A moment of silence passes and you're starting to wonder if that was all he was going to do. But he then stands and places a gentle hand on your bare waist. "...So you're simply doing it, as people would say, 'for fun'?"
He asks, and you say yes innocently. He smiles a bit and has another hand cupping your face and thumbing your lips. "I see," breathes out slowly.
"Unfortunately, for your actions, the Iudex feels that a punishment is in order,"
Scaramouche
Raises one eyebrow as if he's bored. Then smirks.
"If you wanted it, all you had to do was ask," pulls you by the waist and makes you straddle him "But this is good too,"
Hands actually start to grope you up and down. Will fondle and squeeze in private places immediately.
"What? Startin' to feel good? S'what you get when you play games with me,"
will smack your butt the first chance he gets
Tartaglia
Immediately jumps up and in an automatic daze, eyes glued to his favourite parts, trudges towards you and attempts to bury himself in softness.
You quickly stop him and in turn HE quickly stops you. Hands easily bunching your wrists up together and angling them upwards above your head.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he grins down at you. "Someone's being naughty,"
You complain that he reacts too fast.
Laughs, but his hand starts to unbuckle his pants and there's a dark look in his eyes. "Oh, I'm just being naughty back. When you want something, Y/N, believe it when I say I'll GIVE it to you,"
Tighnari
ear twitches. Tail swishes back and forth. Does not show any expression except slight curiosity.
"What's the occasion?"
You tell him that you just wanted to see his reaction.
He hums and nods slowly, like processing some type of complicated information.
"Wait here, I'll be back in a minute,"
You ask him where he's going and you're a bit upset at the lack of response from him.
He chuckles and returns to you, tail angling upwards in an attempt to wrap and brush against your waist. Takes your hand, presses your wrist against his lips and seems to take a slow breath in.
"I'm merely clearing off my schedule for today. Now, be patient, I'll be back,"
Wriothesley
Almost spits out his drink but gulps it all down instead.
Eyes widen a fraction at the sudden act but his hand is already loosening his tie.
"Wait right there precious," chuckles while he says this, tie already falling to the ground, now unbuttoning his vest. At the same time walks over to you urgently as if you're going to disappear but laughs nervously while he's at it.
"I swear you'll be the death of me,"
Looks like he's going to pounce on you but when he reaches you he only gives you a chaste kiss, as if asking for permission first.
You suddenly remind him that he has a LOT of things to do today, appointments and all.
Actually barks out a quick laugh. "You're not really expecting me to walk out now? As far as I'm concerned," pulls you flush against him and kisses your jaw "The only thing I need to do today is you,"
Xiao
"Wh-Wh-What do you think you're doing?!"
caught unprepared. Crosses his arms and looks away. Pretends he's uninterested but his eyes still dart back to look at you.
You ask him if he likes what he sees.
He now completely looks away from you. A few seconds pass and when he turns his head back to look at you there's now a carnal look in his eyes.
He walks towards you slowly and captures your chin to tilt it up. Looks down at you as if he hasn't eaten a meal in days.
"...When I'm done with you tonight you'll get your answer,"
Zhongli
Chuckles. Amused.
"To what do I owe the pleasure, dear?"
You shrug and even do a turn for him. He watches you carefully and takes in the image in front of him.
Smiles and strides over towards you. "Truly a magnificent sight," brushes his fingers against your neck
His eyes trail downwards and isn't shy about looking at your body. "Might I remind you my dear, my stamina surpasses that of a normal human," he smiles at you sincerely.
You tell him that you're well aware. He just chuckles again.
"Then you know well what'll come next,"
End
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School Bus Graveyard incorrect quotes because I'm bored
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Taylor: Look how creepy it is looking down this hallway.
Ashlyn: I'm gonna get vertigo.
Aiden: I'm a Virgo!
Tyler, deadpan: No, you're a virgin.
...
Aiden: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!
Tyler: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD
Aiden: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING ASHLYN WITH ME
Logan, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.
...
Taylor: Why is Tyler so upset?
Logan: He took one of those “Which Character Are You?” quizzes
Taylor: And...?
Logan: He got Aiden.
...
Ashlyn: What did you do with the phantom's body?
Aiden: What didn’t I do with the body?
Everyone:
Aiden: Okay, that sounded more sexual than I intended. I disposed of the phantom respectfully.
...
Aiden: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.
Logan: Aiden, no.
Ben, with text to speech: Mistlefoe.
Logan: Please stop encouraging him.
...
Taylor: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?
Tyler: You’re a hazard to society
Aiden: And a coward. DO TWENTY.
...
Emma, trying to be nice to Ashlyn's new friends: Would you like to stay for dinner?
Mike, excited for his daughter: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?
...
Logan: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?
Ben: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-
Aiden: Smad.
...
Ashlyn: Why are you on the floor?
Aiden: I'm depressed.
Aiden: Also I was stabbed, can you get Ben, please.
...
Taylor: Aiden and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us
Ashlyn, sighing: What did he do?
Taylor: he chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...
Aiden: Who wants a steering wheel?
...
Aiden: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?
Logan: How am I supposed to know?
Tyler: You say that as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.
Logan: ...You wouldn't be trapped.
...
Ashlyn: Tyler, keep an eye on Aiden today. He's going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.
Tyler: Sure, I’d love to see him get punched.
Ashlyn: Try again.
Tyler, sighing: I will stop Aiden from getting punched.
...
Aiden, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him
Tyler: You did WHAT–
Ben: William Snakespeare
...
Ashlyn: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life
Taylor: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?
Ashlyn: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.
Aiden: edible
...
Taylor, whispering to Aiden, who’s on the phone with Ashlyn: Ask her something!
Aiden: How are you feeling?
Ashlyn: Fine.
Taylor: Something personal!
Aiden: At what age did you start hearing voices?
...
Aiden: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you’re all invited
Logan: If?
Tyler: Great, the only party I’d actually go to and he might not even die.
...
Logan: We need a distraction.
Ashlyn: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?
Aiden, whispering: My time has come
...
Tyler: Where are you going?
Taylor: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there
Tyler: I'll come with
...
Mike, buying a whole bag of knives, guns and other weapons like he's going to war on a random Tuesday: I can explain
Jacob (shop owner): Can you?
Mike: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.
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Taylor: Heads up, if you try to make a candle with food colouring, it will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food colouring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food colouring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter.
Tyler, sighing: What did you do?
Taylor, wailing: A MISTAKE
...
Mr. Thomas: What are your goals?
Ashlyn: To pet all the dogs.
Mr. Thomas: No, I meant your goals for this trip.
Ashlyn: To pet all the dogs in Savannah.
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Logan: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming?
Ashlyn: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak?
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Taylor: Aiden isn’t answering their phone
Ashlyn: I’ll call
Taylor: Ben and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-
Aiden: Hello?
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Aiden: I was arrested for being too cool.
Tyler: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.
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Aiden: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much
Taylor: You’ve been to jail?
Aiden: Once. In Monopoly.
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Mike: You love me, right?
Emma: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.
...
Aiden: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.
Ashlyn: Okay
Aiden: And make out during the scary parts.
Ashlyn: The-
Ashlyn: The scary parts?
Ashlyn: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.
...
Ashlyn: How petty can you get?
Tyler: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.
Taylor: I KNEW IT-
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Aiden: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.
Logan: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.
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Mike: So what’s for dinner?
Emma, staring at the food she just burnt: Regret.
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That's all for today!
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yandere!morax/zhongli x adeptus gn!reader
note: takes place in the aftermath of the archon war
morax finds you where he always does on the few occasions he allows you time to yourself, kneeling in the garden with your hands folded in your lap and your head respectfully tilted down. it's been only a few decades since he took you for his own, a self-reward of sorts for a still freshly won war.
and what are a few decades to the immortal?
he supposes you spend so much time here because the gardens are so wide and open that they make the high, stone walls that keep you caged within his grasp seem slightly smaller by perspective.
there's a soft, spring breeze in the air, which picks up for just a moment as he chooses to sit on the grass directly in front of you with his legs crossed before him and his wrists casually resting on his knees.
your head remains down and your eyes stay closed, choosing not to acknowledge his presence.
"have you not grown bored after spending so much time alone with nothing but your thoughts?" his deep voice and teasing tone shatter the garden's tranquility, yet still you refuse to look at him. "I'm happy to provide you with whatever book you would like. all you need to do is ask."
"my prayers keep me occupied."
it's a dangerous admission on your part. as liyue's archon, he hears every prayer his people make yet he's never once heard yours. which means that your prayers aren't to him.
but he'll indulge you and play your game – for now at least.
"what do you pray for?"
"for liberation." your answer isn't a surprise. what else could you pray for?
"oh? and to whom do you pray?"
finally, you open your eyes and lift your chin to meet his gaze. there's a hardness in them that reminds him of the jewels the people of liyue put so much time and effort into mining. even the warm, gentle wind and the smell of blooming flowers it brings are incapable of softening your demeanor.
"the archons."
any trace of amusement immediately vanishes as his eyes flash dangerously. his pupils morph into the slits of his true, draconic form.
"I am your archon."
he doesn't mention the contract you signed during the archon war in concert with the other adepti, agreeing to protect liyue. he doesn't need to.
although with your powers now sealed away through his own means, there's little protection that you would be able to provide should you ever actually be called upon to do so. the only part of the contract that still pertains to you as you are now, as he's made you now, is the provision accepting morax as liyue's archon.
it's a provision that he worded carefully in the specific contract he offered you, where you not only accepted him as the prime of adepti, but also swore eternal subservience to him as part of it.
"you are one archon," you remind him coldly, raising an eyebrow in challenge, daring him to contradict what is fact. "one of seven."
he offers you a patronizing smile in return.
"tell me, then. which of the remaining six do you think would be foolish enough to answer you?"
he only decides to humor you because he knows the answer is none of them. no archon would risk upsetting the peaceful but precarious balance they had just spent centuries, more than a millennium, fighting for.
and to break this unspoken contract amongst the seven in order to steal his greatest treasure right out from under him wouldn't just be foolish. it would be reckless.
but then his sight turns a pure, blood red that he hasn't experienced since the final days of the archon war. his fingers begin to elongate as they transform into claws. his horns make a grotesque cracking sound as they emerge from his skull. his teeth sharpen as he bares his fangs openly.
because a sudden divine energy has appeared between you and you open your clasped hands to reveal a glowing, teal-colored gem bearing a pair of spread wings.
"the god of freedom, it would seem."
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tattoo - m.s
warning- i’m used to posting actual wattpad stories and not imagines so bare with me 😭💀
being a well known tattoo artist wasn’t necessarily a bad thing in many peoples eyes. with tattooing people like vinnie hacker and chase keith and becoming good friends with them, a lot of people thought you had it good.
and at some points you did.
having made many friends through your job and having big people showcase your work on their social media was really helpful for your business.
but on the other hand, you weren’t very fond of the ‘fame’ that came with it. you’ve become more known as a ‘tiktoker tattooist’ rather than your own name.
you’ve had plenty of upcoming and wannabe youtubers and tiktokers come in just to show your face, pretend to get a tattoo and then leave. at one point you were bound to grow sick of the fact that people were using your passion for their fame.
which is why a lot of people would consider you to be a bitch.
today you’d be tattooing two of the three sturniolo triplets. you’ve heard of them, of course. if you haven’t, you must either be really young or extremely old.
from what you’ve heard, they were friendly people, not being thrown in much controversy and usually keeping to themselves when invited to influencer parties.
you were a rather blunt person and could come off aggressive at times. you’d just hope that the news of your so called ‘disrespectful’ attitude didn’t paint a false narrative of who you truly were.
•••
“hi, is y/n in?” you heard a voice ask from your room in the back, “we’re nick and matt sturniolo, she’s supposed to be tattooing us today.”
alyssa, your coworker, nodded, “yeah, she’s in the back. if you could just wait there, i’ll go let her known you’re here.”
it wasn’t long before she walked to your area, respectfully shaking the curtain that separated you from the outside world before entering,
“your 2:30’s here. want me to call them in?”
you looked up from phone, sighing softly before agreeing, “yes, please.”
alyssa smiled before quickly leaving.
she was one of the few people that knew your weren’t a complete bitch like social media painted you out to be. she knew that if it wasn’t for the people recording without your permission and completely lying on your name, you’d be a lot more at ease when it came to taking in social media influencers.
you thanked god everyday that she knew how you really were, or else that’d make this job a lot harder than it already was.
you flung your curtain open, startling three familiar faces that just so happened to be walking towards you.
“hey, i’m nick.” a boy with red hair smiled, looking back towards his brothers,
“I’m chris, nice to meet you.” the longer haired one greeted.
“I’m matt.” he was a lot more quiet than you’d expected.
you’ve seen a few of their videos and while he was a bit quiet on camera, you had the idea that he may have been a little more talkative in person.
“i’m y/n. who am i tattooing?” you asked as you began to move around to collect the things you needed.
“these two.” chris answered, moving to sit on an empty chair near the exit. he seemed excited to know that he wouldn’t be getting a permanent design inked into his skin.
“do you mind if we film for our youtube channel? these tattoos are kind of a punishment for losing a challenge.” nick asked, “if not, it’s completely fine.”
if he hadn’t asked, you probably would have stayed silent the entire time. you couldn’t help but feel your shoulders relax at the way he asked permission before just doing it.
“i don’t mind.”
and for the first time in a while, you truly didn’t.
•••
after tattooing nick, the eldest triplet moved over to chris, who held the camera, to show off his eyeball with wings, explaining something to the camera that you hadn’t bothered to listen to.
you waved matt over, the boy inhaling softly before he layed down. you noticed how he, like nick, already had a few tattoos so you assumed his pain tolerance wasn’t very low.
“what are you getting?”
“uhm… a bee.”
you couldn’t help but chuckle, “these don’t sound like very detrimental punishments.”
matt only smiled slightly in response, nodding along to your words as you placed the stencil on his skin,
“is that spot okay?”
“yeah, it’s good.”
“matt’s getting his tattoo now—”
chris cut nick off, “kids face is as red as a tomato.”
“shut up, chris.” matt snapped at his brother, glancing over at him without moving too much.
the youngest of the three spoke quietly to the camera, “he has a crush on the tattoo artist. he thinks she pretty.”
from the way he chose not to say your name, you assumed the three have decided to keep you and your identity as secret as possible. which, despite your already large following, you were glad they did.
“chris, you can’t say shit like that.” nick scolded him, turning the camera to himself and beginning to go into a rant about the numerous pictures of work you’ve done that we’re plastered on the wall.
“sorry about him.” matt muttered to you. you didn’t respond which made him assume you didn’t hear, going to repeat himself only for you pull away from his arm.
“don’t worry about it. if it makes you feel any better, you’re pretty cute too.”
he might have thought you were only saying it to ease his mind but you weren’t lying. he was really attractive.
matt’s cheeks flushed, clearing his throat as he took a deep breath.
“okay, you’re done.” you wiped away a bit of ink, rolling your chair back.
he spluttered, not expecting to be finished so quickly, “oh, okay. thank you.”
glancing down at his arm, he seemed content with the finished product.
“you guys can head over to the front and alyssa can ring you up.”
“looks good.” chris nodded at matt’s tattoo, smiling in your direction. he mumbled something to his brother before following nick who didn’t leave without praising you for your work.
just as you heard the bells ring, leading you to believe they’ve left, your phone buzzed in your pocket,
from instagram-
matthew.sturniolo wants to send you a message:
thanks for the tattoo. it looks really good.
no problem.
it might seem really forward but chris managed to convince me…
would you wanna hang out sometime?
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Hello, I don't know if you're taking requests but I loved your bunny and werewolf price fic. Could you maybe do werewolf könig and bunny reader? 👉🏾👈🏾 I'd love you forever. Thank you!
A/N: I'm just... Going to... Scouch over here.. shh...We've been trying to contact you about your car's extended warranty... JK, loved writing this. As always this was supposed to be a simple one shot but my mind keeps trying to write full fucking series so this is long... My bad. Did not proof read, too excited to share it with you
Warnings: ADULT CONTENT 18+ KONIGXF!READER , SEX WITH WEREWOLF, BLOOD, GORE.
Kinda Sub!Konig, cuz the thought of a whiny whimpering mess of this man is just... Damn...
Sleep token - Alkaline
I know I am what I am, the mouth of the wolf the eyes of the lamb.
Konig integration to squad 141 had been quite stressful. As a lone wolf, entering a team, entirely constituted by a pack of wolves, he had been anxious. Fortunately, Price and the others had been kind, and after the first few days of weariness, especially from Ghost who clawed to his mate Soap like a demon hungry for a soul, he had settled in. When he realized Konig had no interest in him, he had calmed down, though Konig tried to remain a good few steps away from Soap through discussions.
So after six months, Konig could say he was part of the team. He felt quite at home. Price as the leader of the group seemed to put him at ease, his usual lone wolf demeanor kept in check. He had been thrilled to see that Price had found a mate, after coming back from a long solo mission. Konig had remained respectfully away as well, making sure that the remaining mating frenzy of Price wouldn't overspill.
No, what he hadn't expected, was that with her being part of the pack, she'd introduce you. A dear friend who just transferred from another base. They sat in the common room, everyone laughing and eating snacks.
Konig sat beside you, the big man towering you. You threw a few glances at him once in a while, glances that he could feel on him. He tried to glance at you once in a while too. He was having a hard time focusing on the current conversation. You… smelt so sweet. He wondered how you'd taste- Konig's eyes widened. No! What was that?
"Konig?" Price called.
Konig snapped his head towards the captain, blinking.
"Are you alright?" He asked, a glint of something in his eyes.
"Ah, ja! I'm alright" he quickly answered, German accent tainting his voice. He rubbed the back of his neck, an awkward laugh past his lips.
That had been the first distraction. After a good week of settling in, where he had watched from far away, sniffing a few times your scent that made him want to pop out his tail and frantically wag it. So he had tried to simply step back. He was acting like a pup in rut, and it simply wouldn't do.
He walked into the empty common area as he closed his eyes and sighed. It took a fraction of a second to have your delicious scent ensnare him. He immediately looked at you as you sat on one of the couches, book in hand. You had glanced up and he nodded curtly at you before going to grab a cold drink from the fridge.
"Konig?"
He froze, eyes staring inside of the open fridge. You had called him. By his name. His ears almost popped out at the sound of you standing from the couch and stepping closer to him. He immediately straightened himself once he could feel you close enough. You looked up at him, arms crossed.
"Konig…" you repeated.
"Yes liebling?" He blushed under his hood at the pet name that had rushed through his mouth quicker than through his brain.
"I.. why…" you tried to find your words. He closed the fridge, fully turning to you. "Did I do something wrong?"
He blinked.
"Bitte?" You frowned, confused at the foreign language.
"Hum.."
He noticed. Chuckling a bit.
"I.. you didn't do anything…" he answered finally.
"But. You've been avoiding me… is it… that you don't like me?" You tried again.
His beautiful blue eyes widened. How could he possibly tell you that he was avoiding you because your scent made him want to cuddle with you as you pet him.
"N..no… I'm sorry. I've been… distracted. You're okay.." he reassured.
You seemed to relax, throwing a soft smile at him before turning back towards the couch. He watched closely how you rolled into yourself, your legs underneath you and you picked up your book. He had a hard time thinking. The lingering scent of you, the sight of you adorably sitting on the couch. He had to shake his head to bring himself back to reality. He picked up a cold drink before taking a long sip.
So, after that. He went back to talking to you. He'd love to walk beside you, watching your small frame by his side as your voice blessed his ears. Oh god he loved it. It quickly became obvious that you two were close. Sometimes you'd even slip into his dorm to watch a movie with him or simply read on his bed as he worked on a report. It felt odd to watch him, sweatpants and t-shirt. Your eyes wandered to the bulge in his pants before quickly looking away, embarrassed.
After a good two months you were almost inseparable. If someone needed one of you they knew they'd simply had to find the other. Konig had grown fond of you. You had both gotten more touchy. You'd hug him often and cuddle while watching movies. You had fallen asleep in his arms a few times in his bed, Price scolding the both of you, calling you both an HR nightmare. It didn't stop you from sneaking into his room. Konig had first been hesitant, refusing to put you in trouble but nothing a little nuzzling couldn't convince.
The first time you had popped out your black dotted ears and fluffy white tail Konig had almost looked at you through a trance.
"K-konig?" You worried. His pupils had dilated as he watched closely your ears twitch. His eyes quickly wrinkled, a huge smile forming underneath the hood as he begged to touch them and pet them. You had complied and he had absolutely been addicted to the softness and smallness. It made you giggle. You often found yourself letting them show as much as you could in the privacy of his dorm.
Him, however, it had been a slip of control. You were both on the bed, a movie on the background as you wrestled for the last chocolate bar. He could easily take it, but he found the way your small hands touched him and his large ones roamed your body was too tempting. He has ended in between your legs, hovering you as he tickled you, your laughter filling his ears. You had started kicking away, trying to turn and roll away, but in a synchronized movement your hips and his met, his obvious large member grinding against your clit perfecty.
A startled moan had escaped your lips. Your hands rushed to cover your mouth as you looked up at the mountain of a man with wide eyes. You were both frozen, eyes staring into each other's, just your quickened breaths. You had blinked before realizing two things poking at his hood. You had relaxed, curiosity taking control as one of your hands rested flat on your chest and the other reached up.
It had the effect of a cold shower for Konig as he instinctively grabbed your wrist before your fingers could think of the touch. You had yelped from the strength of his grip. His eyes flashed dangerously, red shine in them, something rare even for a werewolf. He eyed you like a prey before rolling his hips against you again, making you whine before biting your lip.
"Konig…" you called.
It seemed to make things worse as he rolled his hips again, grinding slightly now, is cock only hardening. Your legs tightened around his waist as you tried not to moan. No.. he had to snap out of it. You felt the fur of his tail at your feet.
"K..Konig, snap out of it!" You called, louder.
His tail wagged at the sound of your voice. You weren't exactly scared. God you even felt the way your body warmed under his touch, your cunt growing wetter under his grip and the grinding.
"Konig!" Your voice rang louder.
This time, a growl that resembled a roar echoed in the hallway, making Konig blink. His eyes had immediately fallen back into their beautiful blue as he looked shocked by his own actions. He let go of you as if your skin was burning magma. Abruptly stood to take various steps back.
"es tut mir wirklich leid…" he quickly spoke before exiting his room in a hurry. The smell of Price in the hallway was strong as you closed your eyes.
Konig was furious at himself for letting himself lose control so much. He had scared you, he was sure. Price scolded him, growling in his voice that showed dominance, trying to reason with Konig. He had decided to avoid you for a while until a mission fell on the table. Fortunately you both knew that you could remain professional. Talking to each other for nothing more than missions briefings and gear Control.
It was hell for him. And unbestowed to him, it was also hell for you. You wanted to reassure him that it was ok. He hadn't hurt you or scared you. That deep down you kinda wanted it too. It was simply… too soon. Perhaps the fact that you both avoided gazes and voices was what created the upcoming chaos.
The battlefield was a dangerous place, but you were both used to it. No. What was not usual was how much Konig had his mind set on you. He kept gazing at you, making sure you were ok. It wasn't exactly compromising the mission. It was simply making his beast claw at the iron bars of its cage.
"Konig, focus!" Ghost hissed at him.
Konig frowned before turning his head forwards. Yes. He had to focus. Until you found yourselves in an empty building, just him and you. Until that enemy jumped on you, combat knife in hand, so close to your throat. It was pure instinct, sheer force that rushed through him. He had turned in a flash, throwing the man across the room. When the man's team arrived he lunged at them, claws and teeth ripping through skin and flesh. When every single one of them laid as corpses on the floor you gently spoke.
"Konig… it's over." You called out.
He had turned to you, remaining far away. He looked terrifying. Blood coating his maw and claws. Splatter tainting his fur. Your strong, frightening beast. You had raised your hands towards him to invite him closer to you as you still sat on the ground. He had closed the space to you, wrapping you in his arms as he lifted you into his lap. His deep low growl was constant, fear and rage making his heart pound in his ears. His beautiful blue eyes were gone, red irises fixated on you.
His head had lowered to your neck where little droplets of blood lingered from the enemy's blade. Long licks against the wound made you shiver.
"Konig.. I'm ok.. it's nothing, I promi- ah~" the end of your sentence was lost in a moan as he nibbled softly. A shock of electricity ran through your nervous system. He was so close. So close to marking you.
"K..Konig…"
He was lost again. But this was the fear of losing you. His mind wasn't set on marking you, you knew it. But that's all you had in mind. And you needed to hide it from him.
Thankfully the team arrived quickly after, founding the big beast holding you close in the middle of a massacre. Price had to coax him out into letting you go as you promised him you'd stay by his side for the rest of the time. You had the Intel in any way, all you needed was to evac. He had turned back but his eyes were still red, fangs still poking out. You had never left his side as Price and the team constantly kept an eye on him.
Returning from the mission, Konig had been presented in front of Price and Laswell. He had been suspended for a few weeks, which he completely understood. He had remained with price after Laswell left.
"I know you're close to her. But is there something more?" Price asked.
Konig didn't answer, simply staring at the pen on Price's desk.
"Konig." He called firmly. "Are you imprinting on her?" .
Konig swallowed. Was he? No… he couldn't. You deserved better. So much better than just a monstrous beast like him.
"It doesn't matter… I'm going to step back." Konig mumbled.
Price sighed loudly.
"If you imprinted on her, walking away isn't going to help at all." Price reminded.
"I know. But as long as she's not imprinted on me, I'll be fine staying away."
Price shook his head but the conversation ended. Konig had gotten up and left the base an hour later.
You were furious when you saw him from across the bar. It had been two weeks. No text, no calls, no nothing. You finally fell eye to eye in the middle of a team's night out. You had watched him stand from the booth when the boys walked towards it. You had stopped in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do. You headed for the bar instead, sitting on a stool.
Price had noticed the hurt in Konig's eyes immediately. He wanted to smack the large man for being so stubborn. He was scared to hurt you, yes. Price had been scared to hurt his mate too. But sometimes it is so much worse to stay away.
The night went on as smoothly as it could. Konig kept throwing glances at you at the bar where you sat with Price's mate, your friend.
"Konig, just go see her mate," Gaz said.
Konig looked at the men sitting before shaking his head.
"You're so stubborn." Ghost added.
"You should listen to them…" Price's mate said as she approached the booth, closer to her man. "Before another tries to mark her…" she finished.
Konig's head snapped towards where you sat. A boy was talking to you, smaller than him. He was about to stand when Ghost and Price pushed him back down.
"Calm yourself down." Price's eyes flashed yellow.
Konig realized his eyes were back to their hunting shade, fangs grazing at his lip. He was losing control again.
"She's not yours." Ghost added.
Price glared at Ghost as Konig instantly pushed past the both of them to walk towards you.
You noticed the chaos arriving from the corner of your eyes. Konig striding towards you as Price and Ghost tried to catch up with him. You could see the red shiny eyes under the hood. Shit…
You took a step back from the man who was trying to find his friend in the same bar. Konig stood next to you in a flash, his hand, a hint of claws, gripping at the back of your shirt.
"Konig." You warned.
His bright eyes fell on you. You felt yourself crumble under the predatory gaze. God did you feel warmer all of a second.
"Sorry.. I… was just looking for…" the boy stuttered. You put your hands on Konig's chest.
"It's fine. Your friend is in the bathroom, went there a few minutes ago." You told him, the man nodding before walking away.
You turned to Konig, crossing your arms.
"What are you doing?" You asked with a frown.
"Why were you talking with him?" He asked, soft growls behind his words.
Price and Ghost remained far enough to not listen to you two but close enough to intervene.
"He asked me a question." You glared. "What's it with you who I talk to anyway?" You snapped.
"Y/N.." he started.
"You left. Why do you care?" You snapped again.
Price shook his head, knowing exactly where this was going.
Underneath his hood, Konig clenched his jaw. God he wanted to show you. Make you understand how much he cared, how much you meant to him. How unbearable it had been to be away from you, how he only came tonight because he knew you'd be here too.
"You know what. Whatever. I'm going home captain." You said, grabbing your coat before walking away.
When you walked through the door, Gaz stood behind Konig.
"Konig, I swear to God if you don't ask her out I fucking will."
Konig glares at him before something in his mind clicks. Images of you in someone else's arms, kissing another's lips. Letting another's cock-
He rushed past the boys, hoping to catch up to you. As soon as the air of the night hit him he looked around, seeing you on your phone, probably calling for a cab. He walked to his car, jumping inside, speeding to stop in front of you with a screech.
"Get in the car." He ordered through the open passenger window.
You frowned, crossing your arms again. You were going to say something, brat at him, but he purposely growled softly.
"Don't make me step out of the car to bring you in." He warned, German dripping in his voice.
You swallowed, something about that growl making you shiver delightfully. Konig was a sweetheart. He'd cuddle and pamper you with anything you need, anytime. But this part of him. The one he let out on the battlefield, it made something kneel deep in you.
You rolled your eyes, pushing the car door open before sitting in. Konig lunged forward grabbing your seat belt and putting it on, tightly pulling on it to make sure it was secure. It made your heart skip a beat. That, and the way he raced away towards your place.
"Konig. What are you doing?" You scolded again.
"I'm taking you back to your house." He stated.
"Why? What if I wanted to go somewhere else?" You crossed your arms.
He took a deep breath, hand slightly shaking on the steering wheel.
"We need to talk." He said, keeping his voice steady. You remained silent, waiting for him to continue.
"I.. Scheiße…" he cursed.
"Konig. Pull over…" you asked softly. He obeyed, the car coming to a stop, as he killed the engine.
"I… care. For you." He tried. You felt your heart swell at his words.
"Why did you leave…" you asked in a low voice, hurt lacing the sound.
"I… was out of control. I got, suspended. I thought that, maybe, walking away would be better. You. Deserve better…" the last words lost in whispers.
"I wasn't scared." You stated, Konig's head turning to you in shock. "I know you'd never hurt me. Ever." You turned to him with a smile.
"Never." He growled.
You smiled.
"Do you… will you let me… court you… liebling?" He asked, looking away.
"That's all I want Konig…" you answered, relief washing over you.
A second later, two things poked under his hood, making you crack a chuckle.
"Gottverdammt…" he mumbled.
You chuckled again, leaning towards him. He kept his eyes on you as your hand rose to his head. Your fingertips touched his ears underneath the fabric as they twitched, Konig whining a bit. You smiled, not pushing further.
"Let's go…" you said softly.
The thrilling sensation of finally being able to take you out on dates and cuddle with you non stop made Konig giddy. After that night, he went to Price, asking him for advice on how to keep control with you next to him. Price had been a mix of happiness that you two were finally letting yourself go for it, and worried because he knew trouble would be brewing. Something along the lines of a Soap-Ghost, was about to start again.
You were on cloud nine, it was amazing to be able to have Konig back next to you, finally letting himself show you how much he cared. At first he had refused too much physical contact. After a little while, he started with the small touches, hugs and cuddles. Something Price told him must have made something click in his brain, he was now much more controlled when you spoke. A simple 'stop', even lighthearted, made him freeze and step back. It almost made you miss the beast.
You'd also spend a lot more time with the group, now taking your rightful place on Konig's lap as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Price and Ghost still eyeing Konig once in a while. If there's one thing that they noticed, it was the dark looks sent to Gaz when he sat slightly too close to you, or joked around too much. Something about the comment he made in the bar must have stuck to Konig.
And it was true. Konig felt a ping of jealousy and possessiveness every single time Gaz looked at you or smiled…
You were oblivious. You hadn't heard the comment. It was probably not true either. Gaz probably said that to make Konig realize how much he needed you, but the words kept circling in mind every time he was in the same room as you.
And it had poisoned his mind. He'd cling more to you as time passed. He'd find himself nibbling at your neck without even realizing before you called out to him. He noticed the way your cheeks flushed a delightful pink. He tried to stop his painful erection every time. Too soon. He didn't have enough control on his wolf. Not with you.
In the middle of that mess, you felt safer letting your tail and ears out. Only accentuating his fixation on you. He had also let his ears and tail out a lot more. You were so happy every time and he'd let you pet his ears, making his tail wag. He wasn't ashamed anymore. He'd be your perfect little puppy if that's what you wanted.
Until it happened. After a very long and annoying two day field training with new recruits, Konig had walked into the common rooms, grumbling. The sweet scent of you immediately relaxing his tense shoulders. When he looked up he froze. The instincts and reaction was on the spot. His eyes flashing red at the scene before him. The way Gaz hovered over your shoulder, looking at the file on your lap. His mouth was so close to your neck. You could probably feel his breath on your skin.
The growl erupting from his chest wasn't controlled. And it immediately caught your attention and Gaz's one. The boy took a step back immediately, hand raising in the air as surrender. You stood, skipping to Konig.
"Konig…" you called softly.
His gloved hand tangled in your hair, pulling softly as he nuzzled your neck, eyes glaring at Gaz. Gaz simply looked away. You decided to avoid the storm brewing by pulling Konig with you into the hallway straight towards his room. Cuddles would help calm him down. The door almost slammed shut behind the two of you. It made you shiver and bite your lip as you turned towards Konig. His hands met your waist, pulling you up before slowly bringing you down on the bed.
You giggled, watching him pull off his hood. His beautiful face made you warm up. It had been a couple of weeks now that he felt comfortable enough to take off the mask and reveal himself to you.
"Why was he so close to you… did he touch you?" He growled against the skin of your collarbone. You stifled a moan.
"Of course not… Konig… he wouldn't dare… he knows I'm yours.." you reassured.
"Not… fully…" he mumbled.
You blinked, heat rushing through your body.
"K-konig…" you stuttered.
He rose from the bed, pulling you up to sit as he brought you to the edge. You watched in awe as he kneeled in front of you.
"Bitte liebling…" he whined, hands on your ankle as his teeth grazed the skin of your thighs. Your stomach twisted at the sight, feverish shiver and wetness pooling in between your legs. The bunny in you wanted nothing more than to offer itself to his beast.
"Let me.. mark you. Bitte…" he looked up, blue begging eyes. "Ich bitte…"
You inhaled a sharp breath, hand meeting both sides of his face as your thumbs caressed the skin, soft stumble underneath your fingertips.
"Yes…" you whispered in a breath.
His eyes lit up, red flashing at you as he rose to his feet to pull you back up on the bed again, taking his place in between your legs.
"Are you sure schatz? I… I'm not… I…" he looked anxious for a second, the fear of losing control and hurting still lingered underneath the scorching need to have you.
"Yes Konig… you're all I want… I need you to mark me…" you whined.
His hand hid your eyes, making you gasp. You felt the way he transitioned, claws and fur now tickling your soft skin. It made the bunny react, tail and ears popping out. He removed his hand, letting you see his enormous frame. God he was large in human form, but the sheer size of him as a wolf was terrifying.
You dropped a soft kiss on his maw, your ears plastering back. He whined, licking at your cheek, jaw, avoiding your neck to go for your collarbone.
"Can… I..?" He asked, how voice graveled and claws pulling at your clothes.
"Of course…" you giggled.
The fabric tore to shreds, as he whined and his tail wagged frantically. You felt yourself burn. The mating frenzy overrides anything else in your mind. He lapped at your skin, traveling to your legs, thighs. He softly bit the plush flesh, not drawing blood but earning a gasp from you. He used his large maw and head to spread your legs, giving him access to your aching core.
"K..Konig…" you begged.
He licked softly at your cunt, not applying enough pressure to dip in your folds.
"Konig!" You scolded, impatient.
He obeyed, tongue pushing past your lips to lick at your wetness and lapping at your clit.
The moan of relief and pleasure that escaped your lips made Konig's erection react, cock twitching.
His tongue didn't hesitate pushing at your entrance, making sure to stretch you slightly as you squirm underneath his large hands. He could break you. And the thought made you open your legs wider for him. You were already so close to your orgasm. He could smell it in your scent, feel it in the tremble of your body. His tail wagged happily, the thought of you cumming from his tongue making him feel proud and thrilled. Your hand dived down to his head, grabbing at the fur in between his ears as his ears fell back. He whined, tail now slamming on the bed as he wagged.
Your breath quickened as you felt yourself so close to the edge. One last long lick made you throw your head back, a loud moan erupting from your throat.
Konig let out something in between a growl and a whine against your squeezing count that made you jolt through your pleasure. He didn't stop, lapping greedily. You giggled in between moans and gasps.
He finally stopped, straightening himself to hover over you. He still happily wagged his tail, his ears back as he licked his maw. You blushed and smiled as your hands met the sides of his neck.
"Good boy…" you let out.
He whined again, this time grinding his hips forwards as his hardened cock rubbed against your clit. You moaned. He was big. God… so large. He looked down at you, awaiting your orders, trying to hold himself from ravishing you. You rolled your hips against him, the friction making him pant.
"Bitte schatz… bitte bitte bitte…" he whined.
You bit your lip, nodding.
"How… Do you want me?" You asked, unsure of which position would be best.
"On your tummy…" he growled against your cheek, nuzzling you.
You giggled again, rolling over. He licked at your back, small bites at your tail and ears before his hand snaked underneath your hips to pull you up to your knees.
He looked down, his tip at your entrance, making sure to coat himself. He pulled away, opening his maw to let his drool fall on top of his member and your ass, watching it drip down to your entrance as your skin filled with goosebumps. When he finally put himself at your entrance, tip just slowly probing at the entrance he froze, waiting for you.
"You choose… take your time…" he said, one hand bracing himself, the other on your hip.
You wiggled your hips, his member in between your folds. When you felt yourself unable to resist any longer, you pushed back slightly, hit tip dipping into you as you gasped closing your eyes. You took your time, small movements forwards and backwards to ease himself into you, each inch only stretching you further. Konig whimpered above you, his hips trying their best to remain still and to not buck into you, his claws ripping at the bedsheets next to your head. You lowered your front, hips up and back arching to take him better.
He finally bottomed out, you closed eyes, your lungs trying to keep up with your blood flow. When you finally felt yourself adjusted enough, you bucked back into Konig, a whine escaping him.
"Please… Konig…" you whined as well.
He struggled to fight himself, hips pulling back slowly before pushing forwards to dive into your drenched pussy again. You could feel how hard he was holding back.
"Konig… please…" you urged.
He allowed himself to slam himself slightly harder into you, making you moan loudly. He increased his pace, hips slamming into yours, the bed shaking. His hand underneath your front, right in between your breast, his hand clenching at the sheets right underneath your face.
"Bite… if .. you need to…" Konig tried through moans and whimpers. His other arms were firmly wrapped underneath your hips so he had better access to you. You could feel yourself clench around him, count filling so full, Tip hitting your cervix in a mix of pain and pleasure. You felt the familiar coil in the pit of your stomach ready to burst. You glanced to the side, eyes catching a divine view. There in the mirror, you could see you, sprawled forwards on the bed in Konig's strong grip as his hips slammed into yours, his ears back and tail curled against his legs as drool fell from his maw, eyes flashing in between red and blue as he looked drunk from the mating fuck.
It made you burst, eyes closing shut as you crumbled in his arms, orgasm washing over you again.
"Oh… good… so verdammt gut…" he moaned in your ear.
You felt the tears burn your eyes, overstimulation ensnaring your senses. Your ears barely picked up the sound of a worried Price calling for Konig at the door. Barely picked up on the ear piercing growl Konig produced as an answer. A deadly warning that if one of them dare to enter to interrupt his marking and nearly fucking breeding he'd tear them apart. He was too lost to care. Fuck the rest, it was you. Your scent, your pretty moans of his name, the smell of your salty tears and the way your perfect pussy squeezed him.
You didn't hear Price ask the rest of the team to evacuate the rest of the building. Cursing that this was the second time this year and Laswell was going to yell. No. The feeling of Konig pounding you mercilessly was making you lose all sense of reality. The next orgasm creeped up on you, almost painful blurring your vision and making your ears ring. Everytime you could feel him wag his tail, almost beeping with joy that you were cumming around his cock, just for him.
You were drooling yourself, the sound of him whimpering and moaning your name telling you he was close. He was going to mark you, the thought made your pussy clench tightly around him. His hips faltered, pounding your mercilessly.
"Please… bitte bitte… ich bitte… can I cum… pleasepleaseplease…" he whimpered against your neck.
You cried out a yes in between hiccups as he slammed roughly into you now. If he wasn't holding you firmly by the waist you wouldn't have kept in place. Your orgasm was nearing, creeping again around the corner as Konig panted loudly, cock burying itself so deep in you, you almost felt him in your belly. You chanted his name, both of you ready to release as he lunged forwards, teeth sinking into your neck painfully as you both came. You felt yourself lose focus, the world spinning around you at the force of your pleasure, only doubled by the marking.
His hips bucked into you a few more times as he licked at the blood on your neck. You didn't register him pulling you with him to lay on your side. On the way he wrapped a blanket around you, more than him. He cuddled you tightly to him, cock still buried deep inside you. He whispered and mumbled nonsense German in your neck that only made you smile. You felt yourself drift off to sleep as the last thing you heard from Konig roared through your whole body.
"Mine.."
In the morning you didn't get up. You had tried but your aching muscles and the soreness made you unable to stand. Konig apologized profusely. He had gone back for a few rounds again during the night, having you mewling for him. You were so full of his cum your thighs could feel the stickiness and wetness in between them. You felt like he had gone through the mating and the feeling of breeding you all together.
He had been absolutely adorable for the entire day, bringing you snacks and drinks, cuddling with you. Price had made sure that everyone avoided the common rooms and dorms, letting the freezing come to a stop while he dealt with angry HR's breathing down his neck.
But you couldn't care less. As you laid down in konig's arms, his piercing blue eyes looking down at you full of love you couldn't care less about the rest of the world.
"Konig…" you whispered.
He hummed happily, eyes squinting.
"I love you…" you let out in a breath. His eyes widened in shock before he hugged you tighter.
"Oh liebling… I love you…"
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pairing: Harry Styles x singer!reader (fc: Rihanna)
summary: “Well-known people usually don’t have the privilege to protect their private life. It’s impressive for how long you did it,”
a/n: this one has been in my drafts for months. i just found it and decided to post it before writing for scientist!reader. enjoy!
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harryupdates Celebrating YN's half-time performance at tonight's Super Bowll here's a throwback to 2013 MTV awards.
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hArrysbtch good ol' days when Harry was eating oranges during award shows
ynupdates i still think they look super cute together
harrysfan and then harry made 1D boys sing fourfive seconds on radio 1??? he had a big crush on her
ynsfan01 yn later that night during the interview? 'they had very tasty fruits during performances' girl...
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harrysno1fan Harry arriving in Glendale, Arizona a few hours ago. what the hell is he doing in the US???? wasn't he literally wasted at the BRITs like 5 hours ago??? isn't he supposed to be in Australia like tomorrow???
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harryupdates interesting
harryfootball is he there for super bowl???
⤷ harrysbtch i don't think he knows much about American football, most like something to do with the half time show
⤷ harrysmoustache are you saying that he's going to be YN's surprise guest????? im gonna pass out
harryfan82 he's gonna boil in those clothes xd
ynupdates i hope he's there for the half time show
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harryandyn remember when this photo resurfaced a few years ago? and nobody said it was a photoshop and no one knew about it being real? I stand by my words then - they're closer than we think. mark my words people
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ynupdates well, that would be a real power couple
harryupdates a collab would be a dream
hArrysbtch harry did admit having a crush on yn for years, maybe he acted on it?
ynsfan101 you all know that yn has a baby??
⤷ ynsmybestie of course, but she never said who the father is (she doesn't have to, her choice) so it gives you a place to speculate - respectfully!!!
⤷ ynshands babes, yn is super private, so is harry... it could work
⤷ ynsfan101 all im saying its strange not having seen them once together outside of award shows
⤷ ynsmybestie years in the industry teach you that
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ynupdates YN DURING THE HALFTIME SHOW! SHE IS PREGNANT WITH HER SECOND CHILD !!! the moment they showed I screamed so loud at the TV...
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ynsmybestie OMFGAKWSK i am so happy for her
ynsmymama yas, im gonna have another sibling 💀
ynshands guys, we're not getting this album, like ever
ynsnextalbum hi guys, I'm not coming till 2040
harrysmoustache did you guys saw harry during the performance???????
⤷ hArrysbtch they're so together, no way
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harryupdates HARRY AT THE SUPER BOWL !!! Harry attended half time show (YN's performance) and then left with her team...
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ynupdates he looks very comfy 💀
hArrysbtch they're SOOOOO together, no other way
harrysmoustache power couple
ynsmybestie i knew yn had good taste in man
hArrysbtch wait
hArrysbtch wooow
hArrysbtch DOES IT MEAN THAT HARRY IS A DAD ???!
⤷ harrysfan291 no way
⤷ ynsmybestie i mean... it's possible
⤷ harryshands HE IS A FATHER???
harryfan82 let's not spread rumours
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harrystyles yourinstagram 👶🏾👶🏾
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yourinstagram we make beautiful babies
⤷ harrystyles it's all you, mama
ynupdates no words....
harryupdates congratulations!!!!
violadavis oh, mama. do you ever get some sleep?
⤷ yourinstagram barely, its harrystyles fault
⤷ harrystyles mint ice cream?
⤷ yourinstagram 🧍🏻♂️🧎🏿♀️
⤷ ynsmybestie girl????? oh, you got it BAD bad
ynsmybestie so she really in love? damn
harrysmoustache he's a daddy?????
ynshands well, now i know your babies are gonna be the most beautiful
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harrysupdates HARRY AND YN AT THE HOTEL IN GLENDALE! i have a feeling after yesterday we're gonna see much more of them
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harrysmoustache they're in love love, got it
harrysfan290 might go sleep on the highway tonight
hArrysbtch it's too much to process. Harry's taken, he's with THEE YN, he's got a child and another one on the way???
ynupdates so they're that kinda couple? love it
ynshands yeah, it's been long enough since I felt this lonely, fair enough
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yourinstagram did this photoshoot not knowing little Bee is gonna have a sibling. harrystyles thank you for... you know what, for once i'll keep it PG ❤
britishvogue thank you for letting us be on the cover
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harrystyles thank you for Bee and little Sprout ❤
⤷ yourinstagram love you
taylorswift congratulations you two!
annetwist Can't wait to meet my second grandchild ❤️
harryupdates the joined interview???? babes
ynupdates i cried while reading the interview
hArrysbtch looking good, mama 🧎♀️
⤷ yourinstagram making me blush, im taken!
⤷ hArrysbtch what the hell???
⤷ yourinstagram i like your username, relatable
⤷ hArrysbtch JAIL
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https://www. vogue.co.uk/news/article/yn-and-harry-and-their family
British Vogue
On a surprisingly sunny day in London, our writer Tommy Jenkins was invited to the beautiful rural home on the outskirts of the busy capital city. The garden was blooming with spring flowers, covering the better part of the front house garden. On the porch was the whole YSN-Styles family - YN, Harry and their little first child - Bee (nickname, name not yet revealed to the public).
The first time I talked to YN was after the 2014th MTV Music Awards, already struck by her presence, the way she presented herself and treated everyone around her - always kind, helpful and ready to cooperate. This is my first interview with YN, but also Harry Styles, who is YN’s husband.
“We’ve been married, what, about seven months?” YN wondered, looking at Harry, who was cuddling their nine-month-old son.
“Seven months and fourteen days exactly, time flies.”
“He’s better with dates than me,” YN countered with a smile.
The wedding was small, held in this very house, I’ve been for the last few hours. Closest family and friends, sleeping Bee in the first row attended the ceremony, which then transferred to a dinner with Stevie Nicks performing. After my question of why they didn't announce it to the public, Harry took over the wheel, “there was no need to. It was something very private, personal to us. It uhm it still feels wrong to talk about with you, no offence.” No offence was taken. “Well-known people usually don’t have the privilege to protect their private life. It’s impressive for how long you did it,” I responded. “It’s sad. But we made it work.”
Enjoy the rest of the interview and learn about YN and Harry’s relationship, their future plans, YN’s new album and Harry’s next film role.
TJ: Coming back to the privacy, what tipped the weight on the scales to accept our interview?
YN: Good question. I think - well - I think after I decided to do the HalfTime Show it was bound to happen. There was no way I could hide my huge belly. Laughs. It just came up one evening and we were like “fuck it, let’s do it”.
TJ: HalfTime Show, how was it?
YN: Exhausting. It’s not easy dancing with this big of a belly, especially when you know that your child is right there. There - we had some second thoughts when I started to near the seven month mark. Just like with Bee my belly got quite big - which I love to see, hate to manoeuvre - I mean my back and legs are hurting me non stop. But going back to the topic - umm - yeah. The decision was hard, but we made it together.
TJ: Harry, you came to the show right after winning everything you could on the BRITs. Congratulations, by the way!
Harry: Thank you. Blushing. Ehmm, yeah, in the beginning we decided to be together at the show. I actually didn’t want to be at the BRITs but YN bought me a plane ticket. Laughs. Yeah, I just flew to Glendale the day of the show to support my wife.
TJ: How was the dancing on the platforms, YN?
YN: Terrifying. But I was harnessed and secure.
TJ: If you let me, I want to ask you about your first meeting. Was it actually the 2013 MTV awards?
YN: It was. Ten - oh my lord - ten years ago. It’s crazy!
TJ: How was it?
YN: I don’t remember the award show, just eating some oranges form a cute stranger behind me and then giving him my number. Which he lost.
TJ: No, you didn’t!
Harry: I did, I did lose the YN YSN phone number. My mates - my band mates - teased me for months about it. It was scary, actually.
TJ: And when did you meet next?
YN: When was it? December 2015?
Harry: Yeah. I may or may not have made my bandmates perform FourFive Seconds during our Live Lounge set, and it just sprinted from there.
YN: I DMed him after being shown that video by my younger sister. And that DM is actually framed and hang in Harry’s home studio.
TJ: What was it?
Harry: “I guess it took collaborating with Paul McCartney to have you give me a hint.”
TJ: And you started from there?
YN: And never looked back.
TJ: It wasn’t the last time you performed YN’s song, was it? Wild Thoughts?
YN: Laughing. I love this!
Harry: That was our first - let’s say - crumb to give people about us.
TJ: Please elaborate.
YN: I wrote my verses in Wild Thoughts with Harry in mind, let’s be real. He was my inspiration and has been since the moment we’ve started seeing each other. But it was Harry’s idea to cover it. I loved it and he did it beautifully, like always.
TJ: I assume your albums are about YN?
Harry: Smiles.
TJ: Okay, I understand. Let’s move on. YN, when we are in the topic of music -
YN: Oh no. My fans sent you, didn’t they?!
TJ: I’m one of them! When can we expect something? A crumb even.
YN: Two months. I - I have a full album written. Don’t know if my fans will like it, it’s - it’s different from anything I’ve done already. It’s something more rock, I’d say. With R&B of course. I couldn’t abandon my favourite genre. There are a few collaborations, Lift Me Up is there, too, a few notes sprouted all over the tracks maybe meaning something. Smirking. I really want them all to like it, but I wouldn't blame them if they didn’t. That’s just the way of how things could go.
TJ: I love it already.
Harry: It’s very beautiful. Personal and deep.
TJ: Harry, you’ve just won twoGrammy awards. Congratulations. But I want to ask you about acting. Do you have something, a script that you want to take part in bringing up to live?
Harry: Thank you. Uhm. Right now I’m touring and whenever the baby is born, we’re stopping. Time for family is the most important thing in my life.
TJ: Thank you for talking with me and welcoming us to your home.
The day you’re reading this interview - when it is published - YN already dropped her album. It probably is no. 1 on Billboard and breaking records. And if not? Be ready to listen to new music from YN - it’s closer than ever.
#harry styles x reader#harry styles x you#harry styles x y/n#harry styles fake ig#harry styles one shot#harry styles imagine#singer!reader#harry styles#harry styles fanfiction
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hi misty!! first of all, love your blog. your writing makes long shifts at work a bit more bearable (those guilliman fics had me giggling and kicking my feet fr)
second of all, if you're taking requests i'd love to see anything with dorn getting all confused after catching feelings. he's SO repressed and i can't imagine he'd even know what to do with all those fuzzy feelings, especially with a darling who's soft and sweet. gah i love that awkward stoic man
have a lovely day 💕💕
[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙| 𝕬𝖔3 ]
Author's note: This sounds super cute, and I'm a MASSIVE whore for Dorn so here's a snippet. I hope you enjoy :3
Relationships: Pre-relationship Rogal Dorn/Fem!Reader
Warnings: Not really any of note other than primarch emotional constipation
Dorn looks over the ornate golden railing, hands gripping it softly. Out of his opulent armor, his warm Inwit made clothing contrasts against his pale skin, as a chill Terran wind blows through the open halls. It's no where near as cold as what he's used to, and he pays it no mind as it whips through his short blonde hair.
"You're staring."
Dorn turns his upper body to see Guilliman along with two of his lieutenants; He'd heard the men coming, watching as his Ultramarines stand beside him at a respectable distance. Guilliman casts his gaze downward to follow where Dorn has had his own for a significant while now, and watches. His lieutenants step away respectfully, and allow the primarchs a degree of privacy.
A slew of Salamanders use the massive open area to train, many of them in armor not powered to use as dead weight. Dorn has no interest in them and Guilliman knows this well; He turns his gaze to the sidelines, where a remembrancer sits parchment in lap. You're smiling, he can see from here, watching as the Salamanders prove their strength and a few entertain you with elaborate swordmanship.
Guilliman looks away for a moment and back to Dorn, who still has his eyes firmly locked on you. Of course you remain none the wiser to the fact that not one but two primarchs are watching you, filling your parchment with words and sketches.
Guilliman sighs.
"I know she is not indebted to the Salamanders. I am sure she would join the Phalanx, if you asked."
Dorn finally turns away and looks to him, his brow furrowed.
"And why do you assume I need her services?" Guilliman can't contain a second sigh.
"My friend, it's because you look lovesick. I'm trying to give you an opportunity to actually speak to her without another chapter surrounding her." Before Dorn has a chance to scowl at Guilliman for his upfront and honest speech he turns to his lieutenant, and points downward to you.
"Go get her and bring her to us."
Dorn noticeably furrows his brow at the Ultramarines, but doesn’t say anything until the men leave. Once they do, he looks to Guilliman.
“Why did you do that.”
Dorn sounds blunt and unintelligent for a moment, but Guilliman knows that’s not the case; It's that Dorn is pissed at him.
“I am giving you a push. Now do something so none of us have to suffer any longer." Guilliman leaves, and Dorn casts his gaze back down to the massive arena. He notices Guilliman's Ultramarines walk up to you and presumably demand you follow them, and the confusion it quickly brings you.
A Salamander comes up and presumably inquires as to why you're needed elsewhere, but relents when you agree to leave. You follow the two Ultramarines until you're no longer in view, and it changes the feeling in Dorn's chest.
Why does he feel that way? Like there's a knot in his throat?
He clears it and moves along, ignoring it and wearing the same stalwart expression he always has as you and the two Ultramarines approach.
Your expression changes in surprise at the sight of him; He supposes because you were expecting Guilliman. The Ultramarines, somewhat confused as well by the entirety of this situation, consider their duty done and leave to return to their genefather's side.
"Lord Dorn, hello." You smile lightly, holding your parchments in your hands. "Do you have need of me?"
He does, but he has absolutely no idea how to say it. Guilliman cornered him by doing this, and Dorn hates it.
He decides to inquire about what Guilliman had said earlier; He wants to hear it come from you rather than Guilliman's.
"Am I correct in hearing that you are not indebted to the Salamanders?" You nod, smile still on your face. Dorn finds it warm, a far cry from the stalwart attitude that is part of him and resides in all of his gene-sons.
“The Salamanders were the first to request I join them to document their battles when I showed interest, but I never pledged loyalty to only them."
Dorn looks away for a moment, and leaves you cast in a form of nervousness as he looks down at the Salamanders still below. You hesitently speak up, voice questioning and soft. He's used to shouting and deep bellowing voices; Yours is so gentle and sweet.
"Is, is there there anything I can do?"
You awkwardly adjust in your shoes, wondering what else the stalwart primarch of the Imperial Fists could possibly want from you. When your eyes suddenly leave his and look behind him, he already knows why.
"He was going to ask if you would serve the Imperial Fists as their remembrancer, provided you are available."
Guilliman returns, and the look Dorn gives him is made of hellfire. Dorn hopes Guilliman knows he will pay no shortage for this later.
Thankfully however you perk up noticeably, and Dorn successfully manages to hide any and all of his feeling relieved by it. Your smile is wide enough to round your cheek, and he's surprised by how warm and inviting it feels.
"Oh, I would be honored to serve your legion! If you would have me, Lord Dorn?"
Dorn catches Guilliman flinch slightly at your words, though he fails to understand why. He's too furious at the other primarch to bother even looking at him for too long anyways.
Instead of thanking you, welcoming you, or any other things Dorn was thinking of saying, instead the first thing that falls from his mouth is an order.
"Follow me, I will bring you to my men."
Your face morphs into surprise as Dorn suddenly turns away from you, and you struggle to keep up- as his singular stride is many of your own. Your papers rustle in your arms, as you race down the gilded hall.
Guilliman however simply watches you and him both depart, before sighing and rubbing his temple.
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a life forgotten | l.mh, h.js
memories are both a treasure and a curse, and the bliss of them barely outweighs the pain that comes with bearing them
wc: 2.1k
genre: soulmate au; reincarnation au; fluff; angst; poly!minsung x reader
cw: marriage; cheating/allusions of cheating; mentions of pregnancy/parenthood; mentions of food/eating; I’m sure there’s other things, please let me know what you catch🫶 no happy ending for you; memories of past lives in italics
a/n: IN HONOR OF MINSUNG OUTTING THEMSELVES???????? respectfully I have no other explanation, enjoy!!!
Soulmates were an unpredictable thing. Everyone has them, but not everyone meets theirs.
Some actively avoid trying to find them, some do everything in their power to seek them out. You had always been in the boat of knowing it’ll happen when it happens, and if not in this life, then in the next. You had always been at peace with the knowledge that your soulmate was the one person you’re meant to find in every lifetime, so you didn’t see a point in searching for or avoiding them.
Everyone grew up hearing the stories, that seeing your soulmate for the first time will feel like instant recognition, like deja vu, and slowly as you spend more time together and see each other more, your memories of your shared past lives slowly unravel. You could understand why some would be scared of that, of the knowledge of who you were in a completely different lifetime, but you liked to think it was natural, otherwise it wouldn’t happen.
You always assumed you’d find your soulmate in a normal setting, meeting on the street or at one of your places of work, feeling the tingly feeling of familiarity and planning to meet up for a coffee, giving it the natural time to build to see if it was actually the soulmate bond or just mutual attraction. You found solace in inevitably becoming a statistic, in seeing your soulmate for the first time and them seeing you and everything happening the way everyone always told you it would.
But as your best friend was telling you about her current favorite band, listing off members names and facts faster than you could think, swiping through pictures of them all, you felt your heart sink as your eyes met the digital ones of two frighteningly familiar faces, your mind buzzing with soft recognition.
You felt like you couldn’t breathe as you grabbed your friends phone to swipe back to the picture, your brain alighting with renewed interest at the second look of the boys on the screen.
Water surrounded you in every direction, the sounds of laughter coming from behind you. You felt relaxed and happy, your body swaying with the peaceful rocking of the boat.
You startled only slightly when arms wrapped around your waist, a chin propping on your shoulder and a kiss being pressed gently to your cheek.
“Where is your beautiful mind right now, my love?”
“Just lost at sea, I suppose.” You laughed, turning around in his arms, one of your hands coming up to cup his face, the other reaching behind him to the other man. “Just thinking about how happy I am.”
Jisung’s smile lit up his entire face, his eyes twinkling as he leaned in for a quick kiss.
“Come back to the group, love. The boys are going to start their whining if you ignore them for too long.” Minho groaned, squeezing your hand lovingly.
“Just the boys?” You ask teasingly, raising a brow at your lovers, Jisung grinned sheepishly.
“You know how your boys can get.” He waved nonchalantly.
You excused yourself, apologizing for cutting the lunch date with your friends short, but you needed air. Stumbling down the street, you were thankful the place they picked was only a block from your apartment.
The cool spring breeze calms your nerves and clears your head enough so you could watch where you were walking. You stumbled through your door, kicking off your shoes as you made your way to your couch, sitting heavily, head in your hands as your leg bounced.
A path cleared between two groups of people, a beautiful altar covered in vines and wildflowers at the end of it. Everyone present was looking at you, but you couldn’t take your eyes off them.
Jisung had a lovesick smile on his face, Minho’s eyes were shiny with unshed tears. You felt weightless as you made your way to them, being the center of their attention making you feel like the most incredible person in the whole world.
Chan passed you off to them with a kiss to your cheek and a teasing threat towards your lovers, filling in for the father who disowned you for loving two men. They took one hand each, guiding you to stand in between them, all three of you giddy throughout the entire ceremony.
The rings Hyunjin made for the three of you were intricately beautiful, you saw them for the first time only as they were placed on each finger.
It was a fairly small and sweet affair, but you wouldn’t want to have had it any other way, everyone that mattered most to you and both of your husbands were present.
The night ran long as your love was celebrated, and ran even longer once you three finally got a moment for yourselves.
You felt numb, staring blankly at your floor while memories seemed to drown your mind.
“Do you ever feel like there’s something missing?” You asked quietly into the darkness. The arms around you tightened as Minho sucked in a deep breath, you knew he was frowning.
“What do you mean, darling? We have everything we could possibly need or want right here in this home.”
You didn’t disagree. You were happily married to the love of your life, three beautiful children sleeping peacefully just down the hall. You were safe from the wars raging in distant lands, your husband was far from being called to join, but yet you felt as if there was a space that was yet to be filled.
Sighing, you propped your chin up on Minho’s chest, squinting to see his face through the darkness.
“I think you know what I mean. I cannot explain it, but you must feel it too.”
You knew you and Minho were soulmates, you had no doubt about that, the endless shared memories in different worlds proved it well enough, but it almost felt as though that bond didn’t fully seal, despite everything.
“I think you should be worrying more about getting proper sleep so our child you're growing stays healthy than to worry on about something neither of us can actually explain, my love.”
Your hands slid down to your stomach, rubbing it as if second nature. You tried to ignore the pang in your heart now, knowing that what was missing in that memory was your second soulmate.
You got up from your spot on the couch, realizing it was already dark, and stumbling your way to the kitchen to make yourself some dinner.
“You two are never allowed in this kitchen again. I’m serious. How do you burn water?”
You and Jisung couldn’t stop giggling as you held each other, the both of you also confused as to how you’d managed that particular situation.
“Does that mean you’ll take care of us and cook for us every single day of the rest of our lives?” Jisung asked teasingly.
“If I did, it would only be to save our house from burning down.” Minho grumbled.
“Awe! Min loves us, Sungie!”
You and Jisung’s giggles started back up as you both took a side to sandwich your lover into a hug, heart fluttering when he didn’t reject it and instead wrapped his arms around you both to drag the two of you in tighter, nuzzling his face in the nook between you.
“Yes. I absolutely do.” Minho muttered into Jisungs shoulder.
You didn’t think soulmate bonds worked this fast. You were always under the impression that it took time for the memories to surface. You felt dizzy by the non-stop assault, heart swelling with love and breaking with loneliness at the same exact time.
The early morning light cast a gentle glow across the kitchen, the birds were chirping peacefully, and the welcome scent of fresh coffee was filling your house. But your morning was far from peaceful.
You had barely moved from your spot on the couch all night, refusing to lay in a bed that was half empty and unable to sleep while your husband was God knows where.
Jisung had stormed out last night, leaving you sobbing and took nothing but his keys. You weren’t even certain he’d come back at all unless it was to get his things, and it was honestly your fault.
You had always despised cheaters, they were amongst the worst kind of people in your mind, but when you’d met Minho, he drew you in the exact same way Jisung had. You couldn’t fathom how it was possible, you and Jisung were soulmates, you had loved your husband more than anything in the world, but you somehow also shared all of that with Minho.
You never should have hid it, Jisung was a kind and understanding man, he would have been willing to at least hear you out before leaving you, but instead he found some of Minho’s belongings in your shared home. You tried to explain it to him, but he wasn’t in the mind to listen, just repeatedly asking for your secret lovers name and leaving the second you’d finally uttered it, ignoring your pleading for him to stay.
The wedding band on your left hand felt heavy as you twisted it subconsciously, as if trying to remind yourself that Jisung was still your soulmate and still legally bound to you, you hadn't lost him. At least not yet.
You leaned against the counter, trying desperately to keep yourself from breaking down again as you stared at the extra mug you had subconsciously poured for your husband.
“Can you poor another one of those, Y/n?” You whipped around at the sudden voice, fear and love filling you at the same time at the sight of both Jisung and Minho standing in the doorway, holding hands. “I think it’s gonna be a long morning.”
Grabbing your laptop, you settle into your bed, looking up your best friends favorite band and throwing yourself into compilations of your soulmates. The proof of them being soulmates was glaringly obvious, the subtle glances and touches, the soft looks, all the little things that scream they're in love, you truly couldn’t comprehend how people could look at it and assume it’s all perfectly platonic.
The more you watched, the more you fell into a pit of confusion. You didn’t miss the endless amounts of fans claiming to be any of the members soulmates, claiming they remember things, that if they could just be given a chance to meet up, the members would see. It was glaringly obvious that if you’d tried to reach out, you’d just be marked off as another fan seeking a way in to the bands inner circle.
Memories continued to interfere with your research on your soulmates throughout the night, in between ‘Minsung’ edits and compilations of the whole band. You could see why your friend liked them so much. They were the type of band with a bond so tight it was obvious their loyalties lied with one another first and foremost. From what you knew of the K-pop industry, that wasn’t standard.
The more you watched, the more you started to recognize all of them from your memories, not just your soulmates. Tears pricked your eyes at the thought, the fact that this group of souls seemed drawn to each other in every lifetime, and you were supposed to be one of them.
A quick search proved that they’ve talked about it before. Not much, mostly only in small subtle jokes, like one of them saying they all clicked so well from the beginning cause it just felt like they already knew each other. It was never actually said outright, but the evidence that they all knew they were a friendship that transcends lifetimes was obvious to anyone seeking it.
You could feel your soul longing for its other parts, and you began to wonder if there were more of you out there. Soulmates of your other apparent friends who know exactly who their souls belong to, and know that in this lifetime they are essentially unattainable. Your heart aches at the thought that if that were the case, there are more people out there that are likely extremely important to you that you won’t get to meet in this lifetime.
That realization hits hard. The reality was you wouldn’t meet the loves of your life, you wouldn’t meet the friends you have endless memories with, and you’ll never remember the rest of those friends or get to learn their faces and the memories you hold with them in this lifetime.
Because soulmates are an unpredictable thing. Everyone has them, but you wouldn’t get to meet yours.
a/n: I’m sorry?😅 I’m really not🤧
Part 2: a life remembered
#minsung#minsung x reader#stray kids x reader#stray kids#han jisung#stray kids fics#han jisung x reader#lee know#skz fanfic#skz x reader#lee know x reader#my world is in flames lol#soulmate au#no happy ending I’m sorry#poly!skz#poly!skz x reader#poly!minsung x reader
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her desire and your need
genre: smut and small fluff
pairing: mina x reader
content warnings: dom!mina, sub!reader, oral (r receiving), double ended dildo use, foreplay, praise kink, spanking
“you needed to see me, miss myoui?”
you peek into your boss’ office with curious eyes, your hand on the door handle just incase since you never entered her office without her permission.
she turns around standing in her position from behind her desk with a small smile. one that you felt warm from instantly.
“yes, y/n. please, come sit.” mina nods to the chair in front of her desk.
you bow respectfully before entering fully closing the door behind you. the click of your heels the loudest thing in the room before you reach the chair and sitting down like mina said.
“what is it you needed, ma’am?” you ask looking up at her.
you really didn’t know as to why mina called you up to her office. not that it wasn’t unusual; you’re her secretary and you’re pretty much with her nearly 24/7. she counts on you for everything.
running files? you.
rescheduling appointments because she had a meeting with chairman? you.
carrying office supplies for inventory and nearly breaking your ankle? you.
like said, she relied on you for everything.
“well,” she starts, “i just wanted to tell you that i think you are one of my best employees here. you seem to be on top of everything, and i never have any problems with you.”
with a raise of your eyebrows, you felt a smile creep onto your lips, “oh, miss myoui. i’m flattered, but i’m just doing my job.”
your boss before you slightly chuckles, her gummy smile prominent.
the most adorable boss ever, you thought.
“still, your work ethic is remarkable. in fact, i’ve been thinking about giving you a raise. much more than you make now.”
eyes go wide, “who doesn’t like a good raise?”
oh..
“did i say that out loud?” you then say.
mina giggles, “it’s alright, y/n. i think it’s cute.”
you smile as your hands were moving with excitement on your lap.
“but, also another thing i’ve wanted to talk about…” she trails off. you look up at your boss once more.
“your fellow coworkers…i’ve been hearing and seeing some mistreatment happening to you within’ the building. am i correct?” she asks with a piercing gaze.
you bit your lip, now your palms becoming sweaty from nervousness.
she’s not wrong. ever since you’ve gotten the position of mina’s secretary, one that you’ve earned, others have become jealous and it was evident from how they talk to you, to how they even treat you physically.
“you don’t need to lie to me, sweetie. i see what goes on around here, whether people know or not.” she says.
sweetie?
you shift in your seat a bit.
“miss myoui, um, i assure you that i’ve got it handled…” shyly you say.
but your boss just shakes her head, “no y/n. i’ve fired those who have been harassing you. i can get new employers who would happily work here without causing any trouble. you deserved your position as my secretary.” mina explains with a stern voice.
not wanting to argue any further, you nod, “yes ma’am.”
silence between the two of you now. but you notice how mina has been eyeing you now. licking her lips whenever she sees something about you she likes.
“you know you look ravishing in your outfit..you know how much i love it when you wear your skirts.” in a lower tone of voice, it made you shakily let out a breath.
your eyes now cast to your hands that are fiddling with the hem of your skirt you’re wearing now.
your cheeks burned hot red at how she was specifically targeting your appearance in such a seducing way.
it wasn’t until you heard the clicking of heels coming closer to you is when you saw mina making her way to you, slowly.
“you seem so tense..is everything alright?” she asks with one of her hands coming up to rest on your shoulder.
you didn’t know how to answer at this moment.
how were you supposed to when your sexy as fuck boss was being like this with you? it made you weak in the knees despite sitting down.
“you know i couldn’t stop thinking about you…all week i just couldn’t keep my eyes off you,” mina sighs. her hands run over your shoulders as if she was massaging them, then down your arms and her nails lightly scratching.
“you’re so easy to work with. you do whatever i tell you, you don’t give me any complaints. you’re just so sweet, and so obedient.”
your eyes nearly flutter shut from the whispering in your ear, you feel dizzy just from mina’s voice.
it just made you feel like you were being put in a trance. a trance in which whatever she did tell you to do, you’d do it in a heartbeat.
feeling teeth tug on the shell of your ear, you whimper quietly causing a chuckle to leave mina’s lips.
“stand up for me will you, baby?” in no time did you hesitate to get on your feet. mina gently grabs your arm, positioning you in front of her desk.
you then feel her fingers lift your chin up to look at her. your stomach boils with excitement, though your face doesn’t show it.
your boss’ eyes roam your body. you’re wondering what she’s thinking, though you’re 100% sure that her thoughts aren’t innocent.
and you were right.
“be a doll and strip this shirt off for me?” she asks stepping back a little, only enough to leave space for you to do so. “there’s no need for it.”
nodding slowly your hands make their way to begin unbuttoning your shirt, “take your time, sweetie. i want to soak you in.”
taking your time isn’t exactly something you did in this building considering you work in a company as a secretary. everything is almost fast paced.
but it is nearing after hours, two hours until you get off work. and you were in mina’s office, clearly fully invited with no limitations whatsoever.
so you did take your time.
with each button that you undid mina was only growing more and more eager to see what’s beyond the clothing you were wearing.
once fully unbuttoned, you tug at your sleeves for them to fall down your arms and onto the floor.
mina hums seeing your lace bra. her hands itching to touch you.
she silently and slowly walks to you, hands coming to your waist making you tense. lips brush against your neck followed along with a sigh. your hands grabbing onto the sides your skirt.
“you smell nice. you always do.” she smirks taking you in. “hmm, why don’t i take this skirt off for you? would you like that?” she asks whispering in your ear once more.
you nod feeling hands playing with your skirt.
“words, darling, words.”
“y-yes. i’d like that.” you whisper shakily.
“yes what?”
“yes ma’am.”
mina chuckles, her fingers dipping into the hem of your skirt, slowly pulling them down. her eyes remain locked with yours, causing your face to flush.
her lips leave butterfly kisses on your chest, then stomach as she squats. your hands shake with the overwhelming feeling of the neediness within’ you. so much so your legs begin to squeeze together from the uncomfortable heat between your legs.
once the skirt is down and on the floor, mina instructs you to step out from it. now leaving you halfway bare.
“what a pretty thing you are.”
her hands run delicately along your thighs before she places a kiss onto one of them, then standing up.
one hand on your chest pushes you back gently, the back of your legs hitting her desk. you shiver from how cold it is.
leaning in, mina’s lips meet with yours softly. lips in sync you sigh with your eyes fluttering shut as you take her in. hesitantly, you put your hands to cup mina’s face.
your kisses get deeper and more needy with her hands roaming your body, her body nearly flush to you. your hands then rest on her button down shirt, and you begin to unbutton.
she chuckles against your lips, “eager aren’t we?” she teases.
you react with a small moan in your chest before finally reaching the last button, and pulling it off your boss.
you stare. jesus christ. she really does work out.
her lips place hot kisses down your jaw and neck as she pushes you into her desk, using her hands to pick you up and set you down onto the cold surface making you shiver.
“god, i’ve been waiting to do this for so long. the first time i laid my eyes on you…” she trails off, her nails searching for skin to gently scratch across.
“the second you walked into my office..with that smile, and how you spoke to me,” she sighs trailing down to your chest, her hands moving to your back to unclip your bra and instantly taking a nipple into her mouth once she could, “i knew i just had to have you.”
you card your fingers through her long black hair, a whine leaving your lips feeling her tongue circle and tease your sensitive nipple.
“i-i didn’t know you felt that way…about me..” you sigh.
the older girl chuckles, pulling away from your right breast, going to the left, “how could you not, sweetheart?” she teases.
“surely you’d have noticed from my touches toward you all this week. you were so cute. watching you blush after i got a touch of your ass. hmm…”
this wasn’t professional at all whatsoever, but you couldn’t resist the girl before you. who ever could? you’d hear other coworkers talk about myoui mina in ways that you’d never say out loud.
maybe that’s why mina was attracted to you. not only because of your looks, but because you were never an attention seeker. you just stood out from others so effortlessly, to mina so easily, and that might be why others are so jealous of you.
you got promoted to secretary in less than a year of working in the company, let alone at least six months.
but now, you didn’t care what people thought of you, not when mina was making you feel so euphoric.
“i’ve been dying to taste you, baby..why don’t we get rid of these, hm? be a good girl and let me take them off these pretty thighs.”
a shaky moan left you from hearing the praise mina gave you. it no doubt gave you a sense of confidence in swiftly lifting yourself up, letting mina slide your panties off.
using her hands, she spreads your legs apart.
humming in satisfaction and hunger, seeing your glistening pussy on display for her made her eyes roll back just thinking about what she wants to do to you.
“fuck baby, so fucking wet. this all for me, sweet thing?” she asks softly, her lips leaving small kisses on the inside of your thighs.
you nod, “yes ma’am.” your hands grip the end of mina’s desk, your knuckles nearly white feeling her breath blow onto where you want her most.
“good girl,” she mumbles before using her tongue to lick up your slit and to your clit.
you stifle a moan when she does it once more, then again and again. then you start feeling her tongue everywhere.
you cover your mouth using the palm of you hand, whimpers and tiny moans leaving your lips that are muffled.
mina began moaning into your cunt, making the sensation all the more intense. you throw your head back in pleasure when you finally let out a moan of mina’s name.
it was a sudden realization you called her informally, fearing that you may have upset her somehow, but that worry was washed away when she groans taking your legs, pulling you toward her. your back now lays flat on her desk, and she pushes your knees up to your chest.
now you were on display for her fully. the sight alone could make mina cum so easily.
“say my name,” she growls before diving back into you.
you curse once you feel her tongue moving at a fast pace inside of you, then moving back up to your clit, becoming a repetition.
“mina…” you sigh with your hands reaching down to run your fingers through her hair. you whine as your boss sucks your clit so harshly that you swear you see stars for a short second.
you groan pushing mina’s face into your cunt.
if mina could choose where to die right now, it would certainly be in between your legs.
soon, she pulls away with her mouth and chin glistening with your juices. a sight that would forever be stuck in your mind.
she didn’t even have to say anything and you could tell she enjoyed every second.
leaning down she kisses you with need, you taste yourself all over her lips. she shoves her tongue into your mouth for you to properly taste yourself, eliciting a moan out of you.
“stay here, darling. i’ve got a surprise. you’ll love it.” she whispers pulling away from you.
you lay there as you hear her walking around her desk and opening her drawer for something. you don’t see what she has, not even when she walks back toward you.
you only hear her giggles making her way toward you.
setting down what she had in her hand and into the chair, she licks her lips seeing you so nude and spread for her.
you look up seeing the older woman sliding her skirt off, and you’re met with her in panties, and her bra. she then slides her panties off, throwing them wherever.
she’d fine them later.
“turn over on your stomach. want to fuck you properly.” with a rasp she demands.
with no protest within your body, you swiftly stand up off her desk, and bend over. you shiver from your hard nipples against her desk. you anticipate what will happen next.
“aw, look at that little pussy crying for me.” mina chuckles.
this is followed by a hard swat to your ass, making you squeal.
“i bet you love this, don’t you, sweetie? being this vulnerable to me, hm? such a good girl for me.” another hard spank elicits a moan.
a few more and you feel your knees buckle just a little.
feeling mina’s hands palm your ass make you giggle, wondering how a strict boss like herself, could spoil you with no hesitation.
“you know what’s in my hands, darling?” she asks as she picks up what she has off the chair.
“no ma’am.” you reply.
mina hums coming up behind you, “it’s something that’ll make us both feel good, sweetheart. and i promise you…you’ll cum so hard you won’t even remember your name…”
you sigh hearing these vulgar words, just so desperately wanting her to ruin you.
“please mina, please. just ruin me.” you plead breathlessly.
that was enough for her.
mina takes the dildo she has in her hands, slowly inserting it inside herself. she groans nearly doubling over before regaining her posture.
“fuck,” she mutters before making her way over to you where she runs the tip of the other end across your slit and to your clit, moving up and down.
your breath hitches feeling the sensation as mina gathers your wetness to coat the toy before slowly pushing it inside.
a quiet moan leaves your lips at the feeling of being filled so good. your hands ball in fists at the girth stretching you.
hands grip your waist before mina creates a rhythm going back and forth.
and feeling desperate, mina doesn’t hesitate to speed up instantly, which makes you scream out.
you really hope somehow there’s no one on this floor right now.
“don’t be so shy, baby. let me hear you.” she encourages as skin slapping sounds throughout her office.
sitting up on your elbows, whines and groans leave you every time mina’s hips came in contact with your ass.
“f-fuck.” you cry out feeling nails dig into your skin, speeding up.
“fuck fuck, baby you’re so tight, shit!” mina grabs your wrists, using you as some leverage to fuck you into oblivion.
you’ve had sexual experiences before, but you can most definitely say none of them top this one. god, you were so close to cumming already. your shaking legs gave that away.
your eyes roll back as you groan out, “m-mina i’m gonna c-cum.”
“me too, baby. me too.”
suddenly you felt two fingers rubbing your clit vigorously, causing you to scream her name and come undone as you squirt all over mina’s pelvis, and the floor below you.
the sight was enough for mina to cum as she moans out, her thrusts stuttering as you both were coming down from your highs.
silence soon took over as you give all your weight onto mina’s desk, with her on top of you, panting and sweaty. she softly runs the pads of her fingers over her crescent nail marks left on your hips.
“you know,” you pant, “could’ve at least asked me to dinner first.”
the ceo chuckles breathlessly at your joke, “well, let me do that tonight then.”
you smile before you began to sit up, causing mina to stand up to give you enough room to do so.
“i’d like that.”
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Salt in Our Wounds - CHAPTER IV
Summary-> Gus is healing and moving about. However, nothing is sunshine around the house.
Pairing-> Gus March-Phillipps/Reader
Word Count-> 3.3k
Chapters-> I II III
Warnings-> PG-13: Language, Deception, References to WWII
Inspiration-> The one and only Chaos Major, Gus March-Phillipps.
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Ao3-> DRAGON_DWELLER
“You told our father what?” Edmund barked, as you met him outside the cottage, the next morning.
You had peeked out the window for him, ever since you woke.
“Well,” You sighed, closing your eyes for a moment. “It was Gus that thought on his feet and told Papa that he was working with you on things around the house.” You repeat yourself, licking your lips. “We had to tell him something, when he found Gus coming out of the bathroom, after his shower.”
Edmund carded a hand through his hair and paced on the small porch. “So, you told him that Gus was a carpenter from another village, who's come over to help me put up shelves in the basement and do repairs around the cottage?”
“Yes.” You nodded, fidgeting. “What else were we to tell him, Eddie? I just opened the front door and grabbed some random man off the street, who looked as if he needed a shower?” You huffed, a tad frustrated.
“No.” He sighed, waving his hand, a tired expression coming over his face. “No, the two of you did the right thing. I suppose it's just as good an excuse to explain him to Pops than any other.” He exhaled again and stopped pacing. “Right well, is the man handy with a hammer or saw?”
“I haven't the slightest clue.”
“I'll find out.” Edmund replied, motioning you both inside and found Gus sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee and reading his book.
Edmund looked at you with a lifted brow and you gave him a look that said, why not, since your father knew he was there, making your brother roll his eyes.
“Good morning, Edmund.” Gus greeted him, setting his book down.
“Morning.” He answered, narrowing his eyes at the other man, sitting nonchalantly at the table. “Are you ready to work today?” He asked, squaring his shoulders.
“I am.” Gus answered, taking a gulp of his coffee, unphased.
“Not before the two of you eat breakfast.” You spoke up, pulling your apron on. “So, park yourself at the table.” You ordered Edmund, pointing to the chair across from Gus, defusing the brewing cloud of male bravado.
Sighing, Edmund pulled the chair out and plopped into it, giving you a short nod as you set a steaming cup of coffee down in front of him. Blowing gently on it, he stared across at Gus, who had returned to his book, but felt the other man's eyes on him and lifted a brow over the top of his page. Edmund cocked a brow back at him.
“So, Gus.” Your father called out from the sitting room, having kept his own eye on him since Gus appeared upstairs.
“Yes, sir?” Gus answered, respectfully setting his book down again and tilting slightly to the side to give Mael his attention.
“Why aren't you fighting in the War?”
“Papa!” You gasped, head jerking in his direction, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. “That's rude.” You whined at him, frowning.
“It's all right.” Gus replied, smiling sweetly at you. “I don't mind.” He assured you, then looked back at Mael. “I'm a Conscientious Objector, being Evangelical.” He explained to him, causally.
Mael stared at Gus for a long while, fluttering and tapping the pencil between his fingers against his map. The sizzle of hotcake batter on the red-hot griddle and the bubble of the percolator on the counter filling the quiet space, as no one spoke. Finally, Edmund grunted, shrugging his shoulders and taking another sip of his coffee, putting the atmosphere back into some reasonable balance.
“At least, he's not a deserter or a Nazi.” Edmund commented, putting his coffee cup down and picking up the newspaper you'd set on the table.
“Exactly.” You trumpeted, nodding your head, a tingle of relief running through you, turning back to the griddle to flip the hotcakes. “How many cakes do you want, Papa?” You asked, shoveling the steaming rounds onto a serving plate.
“Three, Peanut.” He answered, still tapping his pencil, but his eyes had shifted to the uneven hardwood floor.
Nodding, you shifted three over onto his plate, before taking up a knife and cutting another in half, adding one half with his three, knowing sometimes three weren't enough, but four could be too much for him.
“Boys?” You called over your shoulder, cracking an egg onto the griddle, beside the two fresh pools of batter.
“Four, please.” Gus chimed, turning a page.
“Same.” Edmund replied, squinting at the small print of the article he was trying to read.
Humming to yourself, you finished cooking up the batter and made everyone an egg, before doling out plates. Everyone had just dug in, when a knock sounded on the door. You and Edmund tensed, eyeing each other, a silent conversation going between you.
“Don't be rude!” Mael huffed around a mouthful of food.
Sighing, you stood up and answered it, finding Dr. Tremblay on your doorstep, black bag in hand, a flood of relief washing over you.
“Oh! Good morning, Dr. Tremblay.” You greeted him, glancing behind you to Gus and Edmund.
“Good morning, mon chéri.” Tremblay smiled at you, kissing your cheek and glancing into the house and spotting Gus at the table, enjoying his breakfast. “I see my patient is feeling better.” He commented, lifting a bushy white brow.
“He is.” You nodded, stepping to the side. “Please, come in. Would you like some coffee or tea?” You asked, biting your lip nervously.
“Tea would be nice, oui.” Dr. Tremblay answered, setting his bag on the table.
Edmund looked at the respected senior and cocked a brow over his shoulder to his father, hoping to indicate not speaking of Gus's injury and real purpose in the house. Tremblay returned a squinty eyed glare, just as you set down his cup of tea, making you chuckle at the two of them.
“What's brought you over so early, Sacha?” Mael asked, forking a hotcake into his mouth, but his eyes were cast over the table.
“Oh,” Tremblay waved his hand dismissively, before reaching out for the sugar pot in the center of the table, dropping two granular, ivory cubes into his teacup. “I came to check up on Edmund.” He replied, looking at your brother with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Heard from Thom that he might need a new pair of glasses. So, I've come to take some measurements.” He said, patting his bag, still sitting on the table.
“You didn't mention anything about that, Ed.” Your father croaked, looking a bit alarmed.
“I didn't want to burden you with it, Pops.” Edmund answered, squeezing the handle of his fork. “No worries though. Doc has it under control.” He grunted, eyes shifting over to Gus.
Everyone finished their breakfast and Edmund showed Tremblay upstairs, under the guise of looking at his eyes in privacy, while Gus excused himself to the bathroom, following the two of them upstairs. You fret a little bit, picking up the dishes from the table and putting them in the sink, the feeling anxious of not knowing if Gus's wound was healing right or if he needed the antibiotics anymore. You wanted to go upstairs and join them. But knew if you did, your father would likely get more suspicious.
“Are we going to take our usual Sunday afternoon stroll around the garden today, Papa?” You asked, putting a plate on the drying rack.
“I'll see how I feel come time, Peanut.” Mael replied, leaning against the arm of his chair to catch every word the radio presenter was saying.
Nodding, you pulled out the mop bucket and carried it out to the garden, using the garden hose to fill it. Leaning against the wall beside the door, you looked up at the morning sky, steely with angry looking, iron-gray clouds drifting by overhead. You drew in a deep breath, filling your nostrils with the cool and salty scent of the sea, but it also had the faint snap of the ozone, the possible threat of chubby raindrops.
“Well, it looks like my nurse took excellent care of me.” Gus's voice chimed in your ear, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Your wound is all right?” You asked, casting your eyes up to his.
“Yes, ma'am.” He smiled, filling the doorway. “Healing nicely and should have the stitches out in no time.” He assured you, lifting his jumper a little to show you. “I also don't need any more shots! Which I am thankful for!” He chuckled, but looked at you quickly. “Not that you weren't good at administering them!”
“Oh no!” You giggled, cheeks warm with embarrassment and relief. “I'm just as glad as you are! I would have much preferred Dr. Tremblay make you take the antibiotic by mouth! The idea of sticking you, or anyone, with a needle is frightening. I'm surprised I didn't wound you further in the process.”
Gus smirked, glancing down at his boots. “I doubt you could have. I have thighs the size of tree trunks.” He remarked, biting his lip for a moment. “Your bucket!” He gasped, catching sight of the water spilling over the side.
“Oh shoot!” You snapped, twisting the nozzle off and letting out a sigh.
“I'm sorry, I distracted you.” Gus apologized, watching you tip the bucket slightly to let out the excess water.
“It's all right. I should have been paying attention.” You shrugged, grabbing the handle.
“Here, I'll carry it in for you.” He offered, replacing your hand with his at the handle.
You brushed a loose lock of hair behind your ear and watched him take it inside, before shaking your head, as if to snap yourself out of something, and followed him back inside. “You can put it right there.” You instructed him, going under the sink to grab the bottle of fairy liquid. “Are you going to help my brother?” You asked in a hushed voice, pouring some of the washing up solution in the water, while glancing over at your father, who had dozed off.
“I don't know.” Gus replied, a crease forming between his brows. “I'm not sure your brother is too fond of me.”
“Edmund is...” You sighed, resting your hands on your hips. “Edmund tends to be guarded. Many relationships in his life haven't panned out. With our mother leaving us and his wife—well, Willa has big dreams. She feels have been held back and blames him for that, by keeping them here in Saint-Thurney. So, sometimes, even when he does like someone, he gives them the cold shoulder.”
“He's waiting for the boot to drop.” He nodded, understanding.
“Exactly.” You hummed, grabbing the mop and dripping it into the soapy bucket. “Now, you need to skitter off my kitchen floor, so I can wash it.” You ordered, shooing him.
“Yes, ma'am.” Gus laughed, swiping his book off the kitchen table, gave you a grinning salute and made for the basement, casting one more look back at you, smirking as you started scrubbing the floor. “Do you want any help?” He asked, finding Edmund framing up the shelves against the cellar wall.
Edmund paused, a nail clamped between his lips, bracing his elbow against the board he was nailing, he took the one out of his mouth, answering. “Are you any good at building things?”
“I find my way around a saw, hammer and a nail.” Gus replied, looking around at Edmund's spread-out supplies. “Just tell me what you want done with them.”
“All right.” Edmund nodded, cocking a brow at him. “I need a few more boards cut. I already have them marked to length. You can do that for me.”
“Sure thing, Captain.” Gus replied, going into his makeshift room to set his book down. “What?” He asked the other man's look, lifting one of the pre-marked boards onto the sawhorses, finding the pencil measurements and grabbing the saw that rested against the leg beside him.
“Don't call me that.” Edmund growled, an angry glare in his eyes.
Gus held his gaze for a moment, a faint smirk on his lips. “My apologies.”
The two of them nodded at each other, then turned back to their work.
There was no afternoon walk to be had, the dark clouds from that morning broke open and saturated everything outside, shutting in the residents of Saint-Thurney. Your father continued to doze in his chair, unbothered by the weather pattering the roof like a percussion symphony. Gus and Edmund were still down in the basement, hard at work, coming up periodically for bathroom breaks and refreshments, and you sat at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of tea and getting lost in the world of Oliver Twist.
You paused, bringing your teacup to your lips and cast your eyes to the window by the door, sure you had heard something outside, above the rain and carpentry. But saw nothing and shrugged, taking your sip and set the cup down, returning to your sentence. However, a few moments later, you swore you heard it again; putting you on edge.
“Edmund!” You called out, slowly setting your book down, the hairs at the back of your neck began to stand up. You gasped, seeing three men flash by the window. “Edmund!” You shouted, startling your father awake, his eyes wide with panicked alarm.
A thunder of furious pounding sounded on the front door accompanied Edmund and Gus's boots stomping up the basement stairs, frantic and confused. You had rushed over to your father, in an attempt to calm him before he slipped into an episode of shock.
“It's the Patrol!” You cried, rubbing your father's back, eyes trained on the vibrating door, a stream of German demands now being shouted with their banging, mixed with accented French and English.
“Damn my eyes.” Edmund growled, gritting his teeth. “They must be doing random searches, thinking they can catch everyone inside with the weather.” He huffed, wiping at his sweaty brow and glancing at Gus, who seemed startling calm, but tense.
“We have to let them in!” You urged your brother, not liking how angry the Patrol sounded and knowing the longer you waited, the worse it would be.
“I know!” Edmund barked sharply, the gears in his brain spinning for a split second longer, before he took a long step forward and yanked the door open. “What's the meaning of this!? Are you trying to wake the dead?” He demanded, looking the three German Patrol officers over, the Sturmführer was red faced, and all of them were dripping from being forced to wait so long in the rain, for an answer.
“Inspections!” He snapped in Edmund's face, a small bit of spit hanging from his bottom lip.
“Yes, fine!” Edmund replied, rolling his eyes and shoving the door open.
No one moved as the three officers entered the cozy cottage. Your hand shook as it rested on your father's shoulder, periodically massaging it when you felt him tremble, still on the edge of a possible attack from his Shell Shock. Edmund eyed them from his place by the door, sweaty hands clenched into fists as he watched them conduct their inspections. More like a path of intrusive destruction. They yanked books off shelves, opened cabinets and tossed out their contents, pushed over furniture for amusement.
Even nicked things, when they thought the owners weren't looking.
Mael leaned forward slightly, mumbling to himself, causing you to frown. You tried to kneel down to bring your ear close to his mouth and listen to what he was saying, worried for him, but were stopped by one of the officers. He grabbed you roughly by the arm and yanked you up, barking something at you in German that you didn't understand.
“Please, he's not well!” You protested, tugging against him, desperate to care for your father before he slipped too far.
“Nein, bleib, Hexe!” He barked at you, making you cry out, his grasp tightening.
Before Edmund could blink, Gus was halfway across the kitchen, trained on the German holding you, like a bull seeing red. Snarling, with nostrils flaring, Gus twisted his fist in the officer's uniform and yanked them together. Forcing the other man up onto the tip-toes of his black polished boots in the process.
“Let her go!” He barked, giving him a good shake, for effect.
Startled, he let go, you tumbled to the floor at their feet, and rubbed at the burning handprint that was left behind. The air in the cottage thickened dramatically. One of the officer's comrades came rushing in from the garden, hearing the commotion, and fumbled for his sidearm. While their leader came flying downstairs.
“What is this!” The commanding officer demanded, glaring at Gus as he continued to hold his subordinate. “Put my officer down! At once!” He ordered, when Gus didn't move, showing no fear or reluctance towards the three of them, unlike you, Edmund or your father. “Who is this man?” He barked, looking between your brother and father.
“Answer me, at once!” He screamed, face turning red again. “Or I'll have him shot!”
“No!” You cried out, frightened. “Gus, let him go!” You begged him, pulling on his pant leg, desperately. “I'm fine, please!”
“Answer!” The officer growled at the lot of you, his limited patience wearing thin. “Oswin!” He hissed at his officer, who was now pointing his Walther p38 at Gus. “Shoot him!” He ordered, with a hard jerk of his head.
“He's my sister's fiancé!” Edmund blurted out, as Oswin pulled the pistol's slide back, his eyes wild in the heat of the moment, before collecting himself and saying more calmly. “He's just my sister's fiancé.” He gulped, meeting your eye as you looked up at him, stunned, and caught off guard by the omission.
“What man wouldn't protect his betrothed?” He asked the Storm Leader, moving his eyes to Gus.
“A lesser man.” Gus replied, taking the cue, then looked at the commanding officer. “And I'm not a lesser man, to have your filthy runt put his hands on my girl.” He growled, shoving the man away.
“Why have we not seen you before?” He demanded, looking Gus over.
“He was serving, but just returned home, after being wounded.” You explained to him, looking up at Gus. It was the easiest bit of information to give, for them to believe, Gus could show them his wound.
“Is that so?” The officer asked, cocking a brow.
“It is.” Gus answered, pulling up his jumper to show them his bullet wound. “I was wounded in Belgium and discharged. So, I came here to be with her and recover.”
“Can anyone other than those here confirm your story?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at the lot of you.
“Yes.” Edmund chimed in, feeling like the situation was on decent grounds. “Dr. Sacha Tremblay. He's been doctoring his wound since he's been back.”
“I will be checking and informing the Director General.” The Storm Leader warned the three of you, and the look in his eyes hinted at his misgiving, waiting for one of you to crack.
“Very well.” Edmund answered, his tone bland, shrugging one shoulder.
The senior officer stared the three of you down for a second longer, before looking to his men, inquiring in German if they had found anything. But the two replied in the negative. There was no contraband or anything that could get any of you in trouble as collaborators to the French Resistance or Allied Powers. Despite Gus standing right there in front of them, plain as day.
Whether they knew that or thought they had enough evidence to take you in, was another story entirely.
#henry cavill#henrycavill#Salt in Our Wound#Salt in Our Wound *fic*#gus march phillips#the ministry of ungentlemanly warfare#Gus/Reader#Gus & Reader#Gus x Reader#Gus March Phillips x Reader#Gus March Phillips & Reader#gus march Phillips x you#gus march phillips/You#Fluff#hurt/comfort#viking-raider fics#WWII#wwii era
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Regulus x Reader - Arranged
Content Warnings/Kinks: arranged marriage, possessiveness, dominance, hair pulling, consensual groping, praise kink, degradation, cum play, choking, hickeys, makeshift gag use (panties in mouth), edging/ruined orgasms, oral sex, spanking, unprotected vaginal sex (spooning and missionary)
Arranged
Regulus’s POV
Regulus was expecting someone meek, someone docile, someone who was perfect in the eyes of his “dear” mother and therefore the opposite of everything he desired in a future partner. What he wasn’t expecting during his introductory dinner with his bride-to-be was for her soft hand to slide onto his thigh under the table.
He had glanced at her sharply out of surprise but when she retracted her hand respectfully, clearly thinking he was disinterested, he’d pulled it gently back down onto his hard length which was straining in his dress pants. If she was surprised Regulus couldn’t read it on her pretty face and it most definitely didn’t stop her from being to stroke him…
Y/n’s POV
~ 1 hour later ~
Y/n paced back and forth in one of the many majestic guest rooms within the Noble & Most Ancient House of Black. She’d come all the way from France with her most trusted lady-maid to begin her life in London as the wife of none other than Regulus Arcturus Black. Had she just royally fucked up? Was her erotic gesture too brash, too assertive? Though Regulus didn’t seem to have minded…She didn’t want to screw up their partnership before it had even begun.
She started toward the door, with the intention of apologizing to her fiancé, only to stop in her tracks, hearing a short knock on the door.
“May I come in?” Regulus’ voice asked from behind the dark wood.
“It’s your house” Y/n sassed before clamping a hand over her mouth, cursing her impolite urges.
Regulus came into the room, sucking the air out of it with his presence and surveying her with his icy gaze.
“It is my house…” he said cooly, “But does that truly mean everything within belongs to me?”
Y/n inhaled a whiff of his sharp musk.
“It could mean that, yes”
“And you, do you belong to me now Y/n?”
She caught his double meaning, taking a tentative step toward him.
“I could be possessed, I suppose, of course by the right man…”
Her finger grazed the fabric of his sleeve making his eyes flick to hers with curiosity.
“What am I going to do with you huh?” he muttered, as if to himself.
“Many things, I hope”
Regulus let out a small huff and in a flash, his hands were on her waist.
“Don’t—“ he broke off from his sentence to inhale sharply, “—Tease me, if this is not what you want state it now”
“I want it” she nodded, tilting his jaw toward her with a single teasing finger, “I want you”
Their lips danced around each other, Regulus brushed against her cheek, she breathed against his. When their mouths finally connected it was heated and full of need. They’d just met and even in the short time they’d been officially engaged Y/n knew already that this felt right. She traced his sharp jaw with her lips, making her way down to his neck.
“Ahh,” he chucked, his voice a low growl as she sucked on his sensitive skin, “So desperate to mark me huh?”
His nimble fingers slid around her neck, squeezing, tilting her head up so that she was looking right at him.
“And shouldn’t I be?” she countered, “Let them all see that you’ve claimed me and I’ve claimed you”
Regulus pushed her back until she was in front of the room’s bed.
“You want to claim each other…” he shook his head, a menacing look in his eye, “No darling, what happens in this bed is no one’s business but ours”
She nodded obediently.
He came close to her, whispering, “I’m going to do whatever I want to you, I’m going to fuck you and fill you so much that you’ll never need anyone else—“
He inhaled deeply taking a moment to compose himself,
“My wife…” he breathed, leaning down until his lips caressed the crook of her neck, “My wife, my wife, my wife”
“‘Not your wife yet” she murmured, teasing.
Regulus released a low growl, “But I’m going to fuck you like you are”
Y/n swallowed, allowing Regulus to slip her dress off her shoulders and down the length of her body. He groaned at the sight of her lingerie. As he knelt before her, his lips gently caressing the flesh that covered her hipbone. His touches were light as if he were aware of how sensitive she was becoming the more he put his hands on her. His green eyes pierced hers from below, narrowing as she nodded, consenting again. He guided her onto the edge of the bed, spreading her legs open with a simple pressure on her thighs.
A low groan sounded in his throat, “Yes that’s it, now be a good girl and take your panties off for me”
She obeyed, sliding the silky fabric down her legs.
“Do you want these?” she teased.
His eyes flicked to hers and the fire there practically startled her.
“Open your mouth” he commanded, grabbing her panties out of her hand.
She hesitated.
“Listen to me Y/n” he started, “I want you to know that you can say no to me at any time tonight, you don’t have to say yes or go along with something you don’t want to do just because you think it’s what I want. What I want more than anything is for you to feel good, to make you feel that way”
“You don’t want me to please you?”
“Though I’d love to see your pretty mouth stuffed by my cock at some point” he chuckled, making her eyes widen, “Tonight is not the night”
“Are you sure?”
“Trust me, darling, I’d rather have your sweet cum all over my tongue” he paused, his tone darkening, “Now open your mouth…or do I have to keep repeating myself?”
She spread her lips apart, her eyes widening in surprise as Regulus examined her underwear.
“Hmm, so you’re wet for me already huh pretty girl”
She whimpered as he reached forward, filling her mouth with the damp fabric.
“Tap me twice if you want me to stop” he stated, before continuing bluntly “But if not…lie down and keep quiet”
“Mmm,” she mumbled her agreement through the makeshift gag.
Her body tensed in anticipation as Regulus spread her legs open, his eyes roving over her cunt, taking it in like a spectacle.
“So pretty darling” he praised, “Such a perfect little cunt”
She arched her back, silently begging for his touch.
He chuckled darkly, teasing her, “You really need it huh?”
Regulus slid a finger up the length of her hole before quickly removing it, making her release a suppressed whine in protest. He spit on his finger then, applying pressure and wetness to her clit.
“Hmm,” she moaned against the fabric.
“Yeah, you like that?” He pressed harder, sliding his finger in tight circles around her clit, “I know that feels good…”
She bucked her hips up to meet his swirling finger, grinding them up to meet him. He flattened his palm to her, using multiple fingers at once to swipe against the sensitive area. Y/n skimmed her hands over her body until she reached Regulus’ loose, dark curls. She gripped them in her hands, pulling roughly, making him chuckle warm air onto her cunt.
A heat started to build at the tip of Regulus’s moving fingers. Y/n breathed heavily through her nose, making her start to feel light-headed. But the pleasure was all that she could focus on. Through the exhilarating feeling of an approaching orgasm Y/n moaned, the panties in her mouth only concealing a small amount of the sound.
Regulus chuckled then, pulling away from her causing tears to prick her eyes.
She ripped the fabric out of her mouth to cry, “Don’t stop, Regulus please”
She grabbed at him but he stayed calm and collected.
“You didn’t think I was going to make this easy did you darling?”
She whined.
“I’ve brought you to the edge once, now I’m going to do it as many times as I want”
Y/n’s eyes clouded over with lust at the thought of Regulus continuing to tease her, to please her. She sighed, resigned to comply with his plan.
“Kiss me” she requested.
Surprise cracked the cold facade of Regulus’ porcelain face. He leaned toward her, his lips teasing hers before they connected, the taste of her cunt mixing with their spit.
“Mmm,” Regulus moaned, gripping his hands in her hair.
When they finally detached from each other, Regulus slunk back down her body until he was back in between her legs.
His nimble tongue, dragged up and down her now sopping hole, teasing her entrance and tasting her wetness.
“So fucking good darling, tastes so fucking good”
He played with her hole until she was practically begging for him to reapply pressure to her clit. She whimpered then as his mouth slid against her, climbing upward until he connected with the place she needed it most.
“Reg” she mewled, drawing out the sounds of his name as they rolled off of her tongue.
“Yes, that’s it pretty girl” he encouraged, “Moan for me”
Though his mouth had moved further up, Regulus didn’t intend on leaving her hole needy and desperate. He slunk two thin fingers up, tracing them gently along her inner thigh until he reached her pussy, making her shiver. Parting her folds, he slid his fingers gently, slowly, up and down her hole. Y/n’s hips bucked at the intimate gesture paired with Regulus’ rough sucking on her clit. He played with her, stopping and starting again, until she was breathy and almost unable to continue.
“Please Reg” she cried desperately as her insides tightened, “Let me cum, please, please let me cum”
He removed himself from her for only a second to command her,
“Cum for me”
Y/n let out a low whine as the waves of her orgasm truly overwhelmed her body like she’d never felt in her life before. She ground down onto Regulus’ tongue as the feeling surged through her, long and drawn out.
“Yes, yes fuck” she moaned.
As her orgasm peaked, she gripped his hair so tightly she thought she might pull some out. But he only encouraged her, eating her out like a man starved, his green eyes flicking up to watch her cum for him in awe.
“Regulus” she breathed, after the feeling had calmed.
When he finally stood, towering over her as she lay on the bed she took in his mused curls and the mix of cum and saliva dribbling down his chin. She sat up, taking a finger and wiping at the mess on his face. Regulus’ cool facade cracked again as she took the cum-coated digit and sucked on it.
He tilted his head back, letting out a low, rumbly groan, “You’re going to be the death of me aren’t you?”
“Maybe” she flirted.
The look that Regulus pinned her with then was stone cold. He leaned down until his body was inches above hers. They slunk back onto the bed so that Y/n was beneath him. Sucking harshly, he left one lone mark in the crook of her neck. His hands caressed her hip as he pressed his front onto her, making her feel his hard cock, concealed in his pants.
She fumbled with his belt and then his zipper, needing him now more than ever.
“You want it?” He chuckled.
“Just help me” she laughed back.
When Regulus was finally bare in front of her she took the time to admire his lean body. She thought then that he’d slide into her but instead, he positioned himself behind her so that they were both on their sides.
“Can I fuck you now pretty girl?” His husky words tickled her ear.
“Yes, please Reg”
“Promise?” He teased.
“Promise”
His hand gripped her waist so tightly it was almost painful but nothing could compare to the feeling of him sliding into her tight hole. She was so wet already that it slid in easily, making them both groan.
“Fuck” he cursed at the feeling, his neck straining.
His thrusts started out slow and teasing but Y/n could tell it was taking all his effort to not just fuck her roughly. She turned back, looking over her shoulder so that she could meet his cold gaze.
“Harder” she begged, then affirming, “Please, I can take it”
It was like something snapped in him. Regulus lifted her leg up, caressing her thigh, then keeping it firmly in place, giving him easier access to her dripping cunt. His thrusts sped up instantly until he was roughly pounding in and out of her, making her moan.
“Fuck, yes—fuck that’s so good” she groaned, throwing her head back to rest on him.
Her insides naturally tightened up around his hard cock, causing him to let out a low sound of pleasure. He gripped her hip, pushing her down onto him, forcing her to keep up with his vicious tempo. Regulus was merciless as he fucked her and Y/n loved it, needed it so badly she could barely believe it. His hand slid down, resting then on her stomach,
“You feel that pretty girl? You feel yourself taking me so fucking deep?”
“Yes,” she whined, crying out as a rough spank landed on her ass cheek, likely bruising it.
Y/n felt herself being flipped over, and in an instant, she was on her back with Regulus on top of her. He slid back into her, the curve of his cock hitting even deeper than before. He kissed her cheek, an intimate gesture that made her face warm.
“Ahh Y/n” he chastised, “Don’t get embarrassed on me now, not after I’ve seen how good of a slut you are”
The fire raging within Y/n’s body burned even harder.
“Please…” she begged, gripping his arms.
Regulus thrust and thrust and thrust. There was something about him fucking her this way, with his cool gaze raking up and down her body, taking in every way she naturally reacted to him. His eyes finally landed on her face and the glow, sex-induced sheen that made her cheeks shine in the dim light. As if unable to stop himself, his lips crashed down onto hers. She kissed him back with fervour, her hands making their way to his messy curls.
“Ahh,” she gasped into his mouth.
His hand had made its way downwards without her notice. He swiped at her clit with his thumb as he continued to pound in and out of her. As if that wasn’t enough, he sucked on the crook of her neck again and again and again, likely marking her for everyone to see. She was wetter than ever, and getting wetter still, especially now that he was pleasing her in every way.
“What happened to not marking me?” She chuckled.
When his gaze met hers it was stormy and not pleased at all by her cheekiness. Instead of reprimanding her, however, he only fucked her harder. His eyebrows knitted together as he poured all his focus into the pleasure that he was giving her.
The spot deep within her then exploded, the feeling erupting like nothing she’d ever felt before.
“Yes, Reg” she moaned, then chanting his name listlessly, “Reg, Reg, Reg”
His fast thrusts paired with his thumb rubbing at her slippery, swollen clit made her orgasm shoot through her like a bullet, or more accurately, like magic. Y/n practically wept as she came, the feeling overwhelming her completely.
“That’s it pretty girl” Regulus praised.
His white seed splashed within her, wetting her walls even more. She held onto Regulus as if her life depended on it, her shaking legs slowing to a stop and her breathing finally calming.
“My wife” he murmured against her sweaty skin, “—so perfect, such a perfect cunt”
She chuckled lightly, still slightly out of breath.
“Something you could get used to?” She questioned, laughing quietly at his blissed-out state.
He caressed her cheek before planting a sweet yet hungry kiss on her lips, one that answered her question and any others she might’ve had concerning their future.
#smut#oneshot#fanfic#fanfiction#marauders#marauders x reader#marauders smut#regulus x reader smut#regulus x reader#regulus black#arranged marriage
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days like this || bang chan x fem!reader (ft. skz)
↳ you go on a road trip with the boys
↳ masterlist
genre: fluff
warnings/notes: chan and reader are disgustingly cute, reader is the same age as chan, kinda short
*lowercase intended
"are we almost there?"
"i'm so tired!"
"get your feet off of me!"
"i need to go to the bathroom~"
"han is drooling on me!"
"why are you touching my butt?"
"why did we agree to thi-"
the group reaches a stop light. chan decided to take the chance to turn around. "hey, respectfully.. shut up!" he yells at them.
the boy's immediately go silent while you were in the passenger seat, stifling your laughter. you looked back at the kids and you felt a little bad. you know that they're all tired and can't seem to keep still, but poor channie has to take care of his seven grown children. you grab his hand and caress it with your thumb to comfort him. chan looks over at you and smiles. he brings your hand to his mouth and kisses it.
you can hear the low sounds of disgust coming from behind you two.
"if i had realized earlier that we'd have to be stuck with this for hours, i wouldn't have come." hyunjin whines.
you and chan look at each other. it's like you two communicate telepathically and know exactly what to do. that's when you both lean in to peck each other on the lips. when you separate, all the boys groan in disgust and whine like little kids. you and chan start giggling at their reactions.
it's 12 am. you guys were currently on a road trip. it was one of those spontaneous ideas that the boys have thought of. (i honestly have no idea where lmfao let your imagination run free). chan has been driving for the past 3 hours with a couple breaks in between. you could see how tired he was. it didn't help that the kids were complaining and asking questions. chan was glad that you came along. it was originally supposed to just be a group thing, but he knew that he was gonna need the extra help to stay sane. when chan asked the rest of the boys if you could come, they were more than happy to say yes. they all really enjoy having you around. they depend on you like the mother of the group. your relationship with each of the boys developed at different rates. half of them, you immediately clicked with. for the rest of them, it took a while to warm up to you. now, you get along with all of them fairly. every moment you spend with them gets pretty chaotic but you enjoy it nonetheless.
｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
after about a half hour more of driving, chan pulls up to another gas station. he turns the ignition off and turns around. "if any of you guys need to get food or use the bathroom, go now." all of the boys get out to stretch out, leaving you and chan alone in the van.
"thank you for being here, y/n. i think i'd be going crazy the moment we got into the van if you weren't here. we all really needed this small vacation before going back to work, but i guess i kind of forgot that the kids can be pretty crazy." he chuckles and looks over at you. he has a soft smile on his face but you can still see those beautiful dimples trying to peek out
"of course, channie. i love spending time with all of you. the kids drive me crazy too, but god it would be so boring without them in my life. i have you to thank for giving my life more adventure. after meeting you, i wouldn't have it any other way." you say, leaning in closer to chan.
you start getting closer and your faces are only an inch apart until the kids quickly start coming back into the van. they all seem to have a little more energy after putting some more food into their system. this causes you and chan to part and jump a little.
"alright let's get back on the road!" felix says excitedly
chan starts the van and grabs your hand. you look over at him and he leans over to give you a quick peck on the lips. good lord the butterflies he is giving you is no joke.
you hear tiny mumbles and sounds of disgust. "we'll let this one slide because i guess you guys are somewhat cute." seungmin said. you guys start laughing and shaking your head. chan put the van on drive and goes back onto the road. for the rest of the drive, you and the boys sing and dance along to a bunch of kpop songs.
while you're having fun, you look around at the boys. you realize how grateful you are for the life that's been given to you. you have chan to partially thank for that. he's been nothing but the best and you appreciate everything he's done. you can't help but just stare at him as he's singing. he just looks so happy and you would do everything in your power to keep seeing him like that.
the screaming of the kids brought you back to reality, and you continue to sing along very off key with them.
it's days like this that you wouldn't trade for the world.
i've been having a lot of chan soft thoughts lately so yeah lol
i hope you guys enjoyed this one! if you did check out my other works :)
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#stray kids#bang chan#stray kids bang chan#stray kids fluff#skz fluff#bang chan fluff#christopher bang#skz fic#stray kids fic#skz imagine#bang chan imagine#bang chan skz#skz x reader#stray kids imagines#bang chan x reader#christopher bang fluff
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Mama's Boy (Alastor and motherly!reader)
(A/N: I would just like to add before this that mother deers like to clean their young to remove their scent from predators. And that Alastor is severely ooc here, no matter what I do)
POV: Reader is an overlord whose main schtick is mothering every. Single. Demon. In their path.
Your eyes scanned the outside of this Hazbin Hotel that some of the sinners were making fun of down on the street. “Redemption, my ass. I’d rather die a second time,” one of them remarked.
So, you helped them with their wish. They should be more careful about what they say, and you made sure to give them sufficient punishment.
How you reveled in their screams.
With a smile, you knocked on the door, politely waiting for someone to open it. They were muffled, but you could hear some shuffling and excited voices, squealing and giggling like a high school girl.
A woman with long blonde hair and a red suit practically swung the door open, the grin on her face twice as wide as yours. “Hi! I’m Charlie Morningstar; welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!”
You admired her eagerness and her energy, stepping into the threshold calmly. “(Name), darling. Pleasure to meet the owner of the hotel.” You put your hand out for her to shake, in which she accepted with a flustered smile.
“Oh, thank you!”
You nodded at Charlie courteously before glancing around the interior; it could use some work, but it felt homey enough, nothing you couldn’t enhance.
You turned to Charlie, allowing yourself to speak before her. “Now, before you say anything, I’m not here to be a resident.” You noticed the way her face slightly fell, so you quickly added, “I’m here to assist you, sweetheart; don’t worry. I have…” You let out a deep breath. “Faith in your cause.”
At that, she beamed. “YES! Thank you so much! Who knows, maybe you could get redeemed, too!”
You laughed at her words. “I think it would take more than just a simple helping hand to redeem me, but if that’s what you believe, then who am I to defy? You are the princess of Hell, after all.”
“Yes, thank you!” Someone with long gray hair and an “x” over their eye exclaimed, residing beside Charlie. “This is what I was talking about, Charlie; people don’t take your authority seriously!”
“Ooh, but it’s feels so mean to–”
The both of them realized that they left you hanging, and quickly shot you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. This is Vaggie, my girlfriend!” Charlie introduced, and you, in turn, shook Vaggie’s hand. You were surprised and quite pleased at how firm and secure she gripped your hand; it wasn’t new to you but it did feel good to know that there were people in Hell that could do such a thing.
“Hello, Vaggie. It’s nice knowing you.” You acknowledged before looking at the other sinners scattered around the first floor. “Would you mind introducing me to the others? I mean, if I’m to help here, I should know them, right?”
Charlie winced slightly at her forgetfulness and nodded. “Yes, of course, of course! This is Husk, our bartender,” she led you to the bar (which you were pleasantly shocked about; you didn’t realize that alcohol was allowed in being redeemed, but you assumed it was for celebrations) where a cat demon stayed behind the counter, cheap booze in his grip. He nodded at you respectfully, a gruff look seemingly plastered on his face.
Good God, he looked absolutely messy.
You couldn’t help yourself when you licked your thumb and pressed it against his fur. You tutted, shaking your head. “Take care of yourself, good sir! Looking good is one of the main aspects of self-sustenance.”
Husk hissed at you initially, though almost immediately, his tense body relaxed, slightly giving into your grooming. He noticed what you were doing just as quickly, though, and jumped out of your touch, a scowl on his face. “What the fuck was that!?”
“You had dirt on your face, sweetie; what was I supposed to do? Let it stay there?” You reasoned before sighing. You turned to Charlie, your voice coated in sincerity. “I apologize for interrupting you. Please, continue.”
She grinned at what you did to Husk before leading you to the parlor, where a lanky spider demon draped himself across the couch. “This is Angeldust, one of our residents!”
“Your only resident.” He corrected, sitting up properly (if you count the fact that his legs were on top of one of the armrests as “sitting up properly”, that is).
You raised your eyebrows; this hotel continued to surprise you more. “Yes, I know you. You’re quite famous where I reside.” A small smile graced your lips to assure the porn star that you didn’t mean it in a degrading way.
“Woa-hoh, didn’t expect you to live somewhere where I’m famous but,” he shrugged, a small scoff escaping him. “Where am I not?”
At that you laughed, closed fingers covering your mouth. “I like your poise, Angel, dear. Please keep it up; you would’ve made your mother proud.”
He snorted at your words. “What, by being a porn actor?”
You shook your head. “By believing in yourself.”
It sounded corny, Angeldust knew that, but somehow it gave him a pang in his heart. He laughed, his grin turning genuine. “Thanks, toots.”
Charlie’s smile was practically blinding you as she attempted to contain her excitement. Though by the way she was holding back her jumping, she was failing. “You’re going to help so many people! Gah, you’re going to fit right in.”
You cupped your cheek in a slight flush, lips curled up bashfully. “Why thank you, dear Princess; such a charmer.”
Suddenly, a shadow traveled from across the room, and behind Charlie materialized a deer demon. She noticed his presence and turned to look at him. “This is Alastor!” She stepped back so that Alastor could shake your hand, and you were quite pleased by how he initiated it. “Our facility manager.”
“Pleasure to be meeting you, my dear, quite a pleasure! May I know your name?” He grinned (as if he wasn’t before), resting his hands on top of his microphone. You bowed your head courteously. “I’m (Name), darling.”
You glanced at his hair and sighed. “Your hair is going to irritate your face, Alastor.” You walked towards him until you two were close enough for your to touch his bangs, and the other two sinners you were with held their breath at it.
He tensed, sure, but as you swept his hair away from his eyes as much as you could, he let out a small chuckle. “You’re just like my mother, my dear.”
You quietly laughed at that. “Well, I do tend to exude a motherly attitude, according to some people. Hold still.” You did the same thing to Alastor as you did to Husk, licking your thumb and wiping his cheek. There wasn’t anything on it, but you felt the urge to do so.
Alastor’s smile softened, his brows knitting at your actions. “Do you do this with everyone?”
“More or less.” You placed your hands on your hips and nodded at yourself, proud of your own work. You clasped your hands, smiling as you glanced around again. “Well, I can’t wait to be a part of your team, Your Royal Highness!”
She blushed at your words, giggling slightly. “Please, just call me Charlie!”
“Whatever the princess says.”
It had been around 3 months since your unannounced and unsolicited aid, and so far everyone had been enjoying your presence. You would constantly cook for the hotel members alongside Niffty, that cute little thing that apparently cleans the hotel. You admired her ability to be able to take care of the majority of the house work, but you wondered how much she could actually take. Why not help her lessen the load?
You were also there whenever anybody needed some motherly advice, or a brutally honest opinion structured in constructive criticism. Charlie went to you the most about that matter, asking you what “exercises” the hotel staff + Angel should do to help them get redeemed. Vaggie would ask for your judgment about certain things, but more specifically about Charlie and how she could support her. They were incredibly tight-knit; it almost made you jealous.
Angeldust went to you to rant, your company too comfortable for him to not do so. You knew who Valentino was long before he started talking about him, but the more Angeldust talked to you about him, the more you wanted to discipline his moth ass.
You found yourself attempting to groom Husk on multiple occasions, too. You would always have a handy brush by your side, ready to smoothen the knots and mats in his fur that would occur overtime. Husk used to try to stop you, but grew too fond of your care to give a fuck anymore.
The only person that hadn’t changed since your appearance was Alastor. He was always so polite to you, but kept his distance. As if you were just an acquaintance.
You decided to pay him a visit.
You knocked on his door with one of your knuckles, your ear close to it. “Alastor, dear? May I come in?”
“Of course, (Name)!” You heard his muffled voice say, and with that you entered. You hadn’t ever been to his room before, so imagine your surprise when you saw the outdoors taking up half of his room.
“Is there anything you need?” He asked courtly, sat down on one of his cushioned chairs beside the fireplace. You shook your head, closing the door behind you. “Not necessarily,” you replied, tilting your head towards the chair across him as a silent way of asking.
Alastor nodded, and with his consent you sat down, crossing your legs. “Then, may I ask why you decided to visit me?”
You just smiled sweetly at him, your eyes sharply scanning his appearance. “How are you, sweetie?”
“I’m doing quite well, dear, thank you for asking.” He responded, his tone cheerful. But before he could reciprocate the question, you interrupted his attempt. “No, how are you feeling? Anything you need to…” you shrugged. “Get off your chest?”
His eye twitched at your words, and he strained a chuckle. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, my dear (Name); there is nothing to get off my chest!”
You nodded slowly, your brows creasing in fake thought. “Alright, then. So, your need to help this hotel and its cause not because of your own personal needs, like what you want people to assume, but because the others are slowly growing on you isn’t something you’d like to admit? To talk about, perhaps?”
Alastor immediately stiffened at your words, the atmosphere around the two of you suddenly thickening as your vision seemed to get darker. “Aha, what are you talking about?”
“Oh, nothing in particular.” You grinned, a hand on your chest. “So, your fear of actually being vulnerable in front of people that could potentially be the death of you doesn’t sprout from something that happened when you were alive?”
His figure towered over you almost immediately, as if threatening you. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I do, darling. You have much on your mind, and I can tell.” You blinked at him, unconvinced and unbothered, crossing your arms. “You were a mama’s boy, weren’t you?”
The air stilled around you as the demon that controlled it did the same thing. “I loved her dearly,” was all Alastor said.
“I know.” You softly replied, watching as his body morphed into its original state. “Do you miss her?”
He hesitated. Alastor shouldn’t be telling you all of this, and yet it felt right to do so. “I would kill to see her again, but I’m certain that she’s living the happiest afterlife in Heaven.”
You nodded in understanding. “I know. I’m sure she would want to see her son as well. I could tell just by how she raised you that she loves you as much as you love her.”
Loves. Present tense, not past.
He laughed at your statement, sitting back down on his chair. “Would she love who I became?”
“Alastor, a mother’s love goes beyond everything else.” You stated, a warm smile playing on your lips. “You should know that. Was she a single mother?”
He scoffed at your assumption, his body slightly relaxing. “How do you seem to know everything?”
“Well,” you lifted your shoulders briefly. “One might say a mother knows all.”
Alastor’s laugh was bittersweet, his shoulder lifting at each chuckle. As it died down, though, you stood up, your arms opened wide.
He narrowed his eyes at you, his sincere smile straining. “What are you doing?”
“Come on, Alastor, you know what I’m doing.”
He froze, contemplating what he should do. He wasn’t fond of physical touch that wasn’t initiated by him, nor was he fond of people assuming he was. But your presence felt… different.
He sighed, shaking his head as he lifted himself off of the chair. “Alright, fine.”
If Alastor were to be honest, he had fully expected a half-hearted hug. He had just told you some vulnerable secrets, after all; maybe an embrace was obligatory afterwards. But as your hand cupped the back of his head gingerly as the other clinged onto his back, Alastor felt his heart sting.
He hadn’t felt something like that in decades.
He laughed faintly, his arms wrapping around your waist like a child whose mother had been on a trip for the past week. “You’re just like my mother, my dear.” He whispered, his chin resting on your shoulder.
“I know.”
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Just so it's clear, one of my big dni crits is this:
TW: My rant includes HEAVY topics of ed (eating disorders) and intentionally starving yourself/unhealthy weight loss 🙁.
This post is also ULTRA long, will definitely contain grammar and spelling mistakes, and I'm not going to say 100% everything here is accurate information, as I'm a human and I make mistakes too.
Let me get this clear, I dont mean anyone harm with this post. My intention isn't to hate or attack/hurt anyone to make them feel upset. I know that having an ed is a serious matter. I have friends and family who actively have/had these kinds of eds, so im not uneducated on this subject and I do understand it to a very in-depth degree. This is not to say I know everything about this topic, however.
It is definitely not easy to recover from, and lots of people struggle from it every day. I am NOT saying people with this disorder are any less human than anyone else. I'm saying it's toxic for those who do have it since it actually harms your body a lot, and pushing it on others (not the fact you have it in the first place) is something I don't support.
So respectfully, if you do support/promote eds as a positive thing, or are/follow/interact with blogs who do, BLOCK ME AND DNI. thank you.
I love everyone for who they are inside, regardless of what their body looks like. And I'm telling you right now, as someone who tried so hard to have a perfect body and stop eating bc im super insecure, it's not worth it, and it makes you feel so shitty. I love you, whoever is reading this, no matter what. So please don't change who you are just to make others happy :( <3
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So I was looking thru tumblr, and this one post kept getting shown to me where people were talking about basically the idea of: "its worth it to keep losing that undesired weight, you'll see results soon" as like a motivational thing. The tags (straight up tells you it's supposed to be inspo to becoming skinny and supports the idea having an ed is the only way to get a dream bod), and their whole blog had ed encouragement/motivation. To keep...starving, i guess.?? Despite their user being about being strong and healthy, nothing about this is healthy or keeps your body strong.
I didn't decide to write a whole rant about just that part of the post because I didn't start getting super concerned until i read the notes/comments (since i had seen a lot of these 'tw : ed' blogs before already). What I saw was that tons of users were promoting starving yourself as a goal and a good thing, and basically glorifying having an ed. And also using kpop idols with skinny and perfect figures like wonyoung to tell others that (almost a literal direct quote from this user-) 'us ed people don't want to be helped and we won't stop starving ourselves until we reach the weight we want.'
"You see it as negativity cause you're not disordered." KEEP IN MIND THE PERSON THEY'RE TALKING TO USED TO ACTUALLY HAVE AN ED (the screenshot below is the person they were talking to). I understand you can't push people to get help if they don't want it, but you have to draw a line when you start saying that every person with ed doesn't want help, which just isnt true. I looked at their blog, and it was all just calculating how many calories they ate and burned every day. Most of the posts they basically only totaled 300 calories a day. THAT IS SUPER SICK ☹️. An average human needs like 2000+ calories a day. It actively influences people to copy them by posting and blogging this SUPER unhealthy weight loss. It IS NOT positive on any level. It does nothing good for you. You won't feel any happier when you look in the mirror if all you can feel is pure hunger because you won't give your body what it needs. This is so sad to me because all the comments had people trying to ask how to start starving themselves, and every blog I clicked on all had ed triggers on their posts and bios. Some of those blogs were saying NOT to become like them because they can't see themselves recovering now that they're in too deep.
As said by people online who actually had and got through having an ed, they have explained it is very unhealthy and they were glad to recover. So even though I do not have an ed, and you might think I shouldn't be "judging" people who have them, there are plenty of formerly ed diagnosed people who know the bad effect it has on others/had on them because they can accurately relate. You can still educate people on a subject even if you yourself do not have to suffer from it/have it, as long as you're doing it properly with proven facts (literally all credible research you do anywhere backed by science and experts will prove eds aren't healthy). People educate themselves to teach others about other illnesses, ongoing or past wars in history, etc, they don't have firsthand experience with/from. And they can still be just as valid sometimes.
My whole point here is that on tumblr and so many other social media platforms, I keep seeing people (posts like this and whole blogs centered around this stuff,) encouraging (mainly young) girls to stop eating altogether to have a body that society and other people are more satisfied with. That's why, for a while, I also tried to do the same because of the people saying it was a positive thing to gain a bad relationship with food and start counting your calories to be perfect. I'm also someone who struggles with body image and being shamed for gaining weight. But at some point hou need to realize hurting your body and mental state is SO WRONG. NOBODY is perfect. So don't push you or anyone else to be. I learned this, and I get its super hard to ignore the judgment forced onto you by society and your surroundings, but there will be people who appreciate you just how you are now. Like me.
So with all that said, the moral here is:
Don't starve urself (on purpose. Bc some people genuinely have trouble eating and starve themselves non intentionally. I have friends who do this 😭)
You're perfect how u are now without being as slim as your idols (and even K-pop idols don't tell others usually to be like them because they know that their companies forcing them to strictly control their weight isn't something they want fans to look up to).
Don't force (potential) ed on others
Don't encourage unhealthy relationship with your body and food
I do support people with eds, as long as they aren't trying to make it something others should look up to, and aspire to have.
If you are someone who wants to normalize having an ed as healthy or positive, please do not interact with this blog and feel free to block me :(
Thank you for reading, have a good day and ily for whoever is reading this. 💗💖💓💕
#major tw : ed#ed awareness#stop normalizing this kind of stuff#coming from someone who struggles with body image#dni criteria#you're perfect the way you are <33#body posititivity#educate yourself#educate yourselves#get educated#stop making blogs prommoting ed
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You said when you were watching the Descendants rise of red teaser trailer you didn't get to pause and look for details since it was a quick watch but assuming you've watched it fully now, can I get your thoughts and opinions?
⚠️ KINDA LONG POST⚠️
I will be sharing MY thoughts and opinions on The new teaser trailer for rise of red, so if that bothers you it's time to ski dazzle off of My post 💋
Feel free to Reblog with your ideas aswell. Would love to see em
Okay so the first thing I thought of when kylie(red) pulled out all the spray paint and start doing her thing, was Mal. Like Disney bae it's giving Mal dupe.
Second and this one got me cracking was The Merlin Academy. Like My brain totally disregarded it as in I FORGOT ABOUT IT, so imagine to my horror when red is spray painting I see them BLAM! Plastered on the wall in all their Evil Glory.
Okay so I found this picture on Instagram where someone got a close up and other than Ulyanna, Maleficent, Hades and Hook, I don't know who the others are ( sorry not sorry) Now underneath the picture we can see on a plaque the words "vk students" now this made me realize why the title vk was so accepting when the core four came to aruadon, Because it wasnt the first time the title had been given/used.
Now look at this close up of teen Maleficent all I have to say is Wtf is that.
If those things at the side of her head are supposed to be horns, respectfully she needs to chop them tf off?? And is she wearing a ponytail??? Now I haven't seen Maleficent in a long time but isn't she supposed to have brown hair? Now idc if they give her a different hair color but the outfit and those HORNS especially are not giving!!!.
Like I saw someone do a redesign of this descendantofthesparrow I think and it was jaw dropping absolutely gorgeous, like mam what's your major? Anyways yeah I've seen this person done a ton of redesign and rewrites that when I watch descendants I'm like "oh yeah, this is Canon and the good stuff is fanfic"
Now this whole time travel thing doesn't make sense to Me because am I really supposed to believe that Hades who's older Than all of them by thousands of years went to school with them? Like what.
I'm going to assume Ulyanna is the Leader of the gang because she's in the middle and everyone else is in the back and from what we've seen the Leader is always in the middle.
Now I have a feeling rise of red will be pushing to make Hades and Maleficent a thing so we can see how Mal became a thing, just an assumption. Respectfully If they try to make hook and ulyanna a thing I will jump tf off. There was something else I wanted to say about Hades and Maleficent but I forgot and will most likely reblog this post when I remember.
now this is the Queen of Hearts and once again Descendants isn't following Canon because I'm pretty sure Carlos mentioned at one point that he used to drive his mom to the queen of hearts castle.
Now if I didn't know already that this is the queen of hearts and u shoved this pic in my fave and was like "girly who do you think this is?" I WOULD NOT SAY THE QUEEN OF HEARTS, I MEAN JUST LOOK AT HER SHE'S RED! Where are the other colors??? There's no white, no black just RED. Now as a theatre kid we've done better, with less money!!!. Disney I hope you are ashamed because you should be.
Now descendants brandy Cinderella has blue hair which doesn't make any damn sense so I'm guessing that's why Chole has blur hair. I really wish there outfits were better because with the og 4 we could tell what their main colors were without it being to much but now It's Def too much. I've got a few more things to add because I feel like I haven't said everything I wanted to so maybe I'll reblog with more later. Who knows
#disney descendants#descendants#mal descendants#disney hades#Maleficent#disney rise of red#descendants rise of red
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So what if each of the mama arc trio has history with some of the Rwby parents? Alice seems to know the Belladonna's. So maybe Juniper is friends with Tai and Summer. And Uriel was friends with Willow. The kids wouldn't know it though expect Jaune and Blake would have vague memories of playing when they were little when show pictures of their play dates. Pyrrha jealous in the corner that her mom didn't have any history with the other moms.
Misses Arc: And on behalf of the SDC, I must offer my humble apologies.
Ghira: (Sighs) And as High Leader of the White Fang, I must accept with utmost respect the apologies offered by the-
Kali: Tell Jacques Schnee to suck a lemon.
Ghira: ...
Kali: ...
Misses Arc: ...
Misses Arc: (Removes glasses) Not speaking on the behalf of the SDC, if I could, I would make him.
Ghira: ...
Kali: Oh, I like her~! Would you like to come inside for tea?
Misses Arc: Tea would be lovely, thank you.
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Mama Arc: Hello, Miss Summer!
Summer: (Giggles) I already told you, Miss Juniper; just Summer is fine.
Mama Arc: Maybe for you, but I was raised to treat huntresses with respect.
Summer: So you respectfully threw mud at Raven, then?
Mama Arc: She thought she could take from my stock. I made the decision to remind her of how a guest is supposed to act.
Summer: I can't argue with that. How's Nicholas and the kids?
Mama Arc: Happy and healthy, though Nicky's been goin' to bed a lot sooner than usual.
Summer: Hm... I'd get that looked at, if I were you.
Mama Arc: Soon as I get someone to watch the kids, we'll make our way out there.
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Madame Arc: I am sorry for your loss.
Willow: ...Do you know how many times I've heard that today? (Drinks) Enough for the words to lose all meaning.
Madame Arc: Yes, well, you know you can trust my words, don't you?
Willow: Can I? When was the last time you did anything for yourself?
Madame Arc: Excuse me?
Willow: You're just like all the rest of them. You think the Schnees as gods among humans, so you want to bring us down. Make us bleed. Prove that we, too, are only human.
Madame Arc: How many of these tumblers have you drank?
Willow: ...
Madame Arc: Willow, you are my best friend, so please listen to me when I tell you your father wouldn't want thi-
Willow: (Throws glass) WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT MY FATHER?! Those animals killed him, I know it! But you insist on making peace with them!
Madame Arc: Willow, please-
Willow: Get out! AND NEVER SPEAK TO ME AGAIN!
Madame Arc: ...
Madame Arc: (Walks out)
Jacques: How is she?
Madame Arc: ...She's hurt. (Writes on paper) When she's sober, please, give this to her. I must be going now. Please, give her my regards. (Leaves)
Jacques: (Opens paper)
My dearest Willow,
You were and still are my best friend. Please call me when you can. I'm sorry for what I said, and if I could, I would take back what words I told you.
Your friend always,
Uriel-Mauve Arc.
Jacques: (Tucks paper, Rolls eyes)
#rwby#mama arc au#mama arc#summer rose#ghira belladonna#kali belladonna#jacques schnee#willow schnee#my answer#my answers
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