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*uncontrollable spanish crying* Hello! I finally finished another chapt! I always think of notes to add as I edit the story but I always forget them when I get here ʕ⁠´⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠`⁠ʔ.

We're getting closer to that one scene that made me do this long ass fic!! JAJAJA

I'm sorry for any mistakes and grammatical errors, this isn't as well checked as the others because me canso ganso (Yeah I know, can you imagine? God bless your soul if you read my mess 🙏🏻 JAJAJA).

(⁠　⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠☞ 17!

Get out of my way 🌈

The sunset illuminated the place with a feast of colors, from orange to purple to the curtain of the night sky where hundreds of stars rested surrounding the moon, big and blue, bathing you in a bluish light. You raised one arm and touched a star with your index finger, it swung gently on its own axis. You stretched further, successfully caging the shiny object inside your fist. It was cold and solid but translucent and beautiful like a diamond. “It’s a cheap representation.” You said, amused.

Heat. You felt it in your hand, at first it was faint but soon became unbearable. The smile on your face disappeared as you whimpered, “Ouch!”, your hand opened and the star floated in front of you. The heat it radiated was violent and endless, it hit your face and moved your hair with its intensity. It was too hot and bright, and soon you were drenched in sweat. “Is it better now?” the jerk asked.

Before you could complain, the star became small only to get bigger in seconds, you didn’t have time to understand what was happening when a violent stream of dust blew in front of your face and forced you to close your eyes.

When you opened your eyes again, you were breathless. A mystical and beautiful scene, clouds of different colors mixing in perfect harmony with little sprinkles of white and blue lights and, at the center of said explosion was the cause of it. The Avatar of Sloth, Belphegor, smiling tenderly at you. “I can’t understand it.” He said. “How do you do it?” This time he seemed genuinely upset.

“How do you make the death of a star seem like nothing compared to you?”

Eyes like galaxies looked at you intently, as if you could disappear at any moment to never come back, he was trying desperately to memorize every detail. The scrutiny left you ashamed, and you averted his eyes. “Flatterer,”

You hadn’t seen him move, but there he was, cuddling with you like a cat, resting his head happily on your chest. Again, a second passed and he was no longer hugging you, instead his head laid on your legs. “Stop doing that Belphie, you’re confusing me.”

“Isn’t it the magic of dreams?” He laughed, breathing calmly. “Mc, would you convince Mephisto to let me in again, please? I promise I’ll just sleep beside you.” Belphegor’s voice sounded distressed. “You make them sleepy, Belphie.” You started caressing his scalp. “It’s their own fault. If they’re tired they should sleep.”

“Mephisto doesn’t think the same.” You laughed, imagining the demon’s face of disapproval and remembering how every time Belphie was around all the other students yawned every couple of minutes. “So, would you come back to the house of lamentation?” Belphie asked, unconsciously lowering his voice. When you remained silent, he added, not without sorrow. “Please?” “Belphie…”

“You’re always in the Newspaper Club and that rancid eggplant banned me and when you’re not there, you’re in Purgatory Hall and,” You finished his sentence. “Simeon banned all of you.” He straightened and nodded in annoyance. “Then you sleep and I try to meet you there but, you don’t let me.”

“I’ve been busy this past week, I always end up too tired to consciously dream. I’m sorry, Belphie.” You purposefully avoided the topic of going back to the house of lamentation, something you wanted but couldn’t afford, at least not now that everything seemed better. The demon looked at you with a mix of emotions because he knew what you were thinking and he knew it was a lost battle.

He took you for granted, he could blame Lucifer one time after another for forcing them to watch over Sc but nothing changes the fact that at the end of the day he decided to sleep. His sin won over him and hurt you.

Whether you forgive him or not, he couldn’t forgive himself.

“Are you eating well?” Belphie inquired, suddenly looking exhausted. “Beel wants to know.” Still surrounded by the remains of a dead star, you ruffled his hair and cupped his face with both hands. Taking Belphie by surprise, you kissed his ear and he yelped. “Hey! What was that?!” His face was one of complete annoyance but he was redder than a tomato too.

You kissed him again, a quick peck on the lips, it ended before he could enjoy it. “I’m fine! I promise I’ll come back!” You hurriedly said. “Wait! Don’t do that! It’s too soon!” Belphegor felt it too, the rush. The pressure that indicates you’re about to wake up, leaving him all alone, again.

He closed the distance and your lips touched, sweetness filled your palate as the demon embraced you once more. “I miss you, Mc.” He murmured. Your vision got blurry, but you focused on the demon before you and his longing reached you.

“You know something, Belphie? Neither the death nor the birth of a star can ever be compared to you.” The last thing you saw was a wide eyed Belphegor, blushing furiously and what looked like the beginning of a frown.

You opened your eyes to see a very elegant cane right in front of your eyes. The lines that decorated it twisted in a floral pattern you couldn’t stop looking at. Your fixation stoped the moment the cane was raised to gently descend over your head repeatedly. “This is no time to slack off, Mc.” Mephistopheles said, raising an eyebrow. “It’s too early to be tired, if you feel fatigued you should go, I won’t berate you, I’m not Lucifer.”

Something you had come to understand in the previous month was that Mephisto was a kind demon, cordial and more considerate than most of them. Surprisingly, he doesn’t acknowledge himself as such (not out of modesty but because a weird conviction that everyone acts the same).

“What time is it?” You yawned, looking around for a watch. “6 a.m.” Diaval answered as he passed by holding a stack of books. Everyone was always working non-stop in the Newspaper Club and the constant hustle and bustle of the members wasn’t rare, it actually gave you some comfort. “It’s too early for a human.” Mephisto said, you could tell there was real concern in his eyes, but then again, you didn’t know him well enough.

“You don’t know many humans, Mephis.” You stood up from your chair, massaging your sore neck. “Don’t call me Mephis.” He handed you a cup of coffee, sighing with too much feigned annoyance. Another thing you had learned about him, he’s just dramatic, he likes it. “Hmm! Thank you, Mephisto! You’re very kind.”

“There is no need to thank me, it’s simple courtesy.” He said and you wondered, genuinely wondered, how many times have you heard that from him?

A month ago, after deciding to move out from the house of lamentation, you had understood that put distance between the brothers and you wouldn’t be as easy as you had thought. You didn’t live with them anymore, but they started trying to make up for it in RAD, sticking to you at all times. It wasn’t easy, you couldn’t research anything regarding the Little D.’s when they were around and you found yourself cranky and anxious, something they assumed was their fault.

Those little demons could influence you, they could toy with you and your wounds were still fresh. Something like the previous disaster could repeat and then what would happen? Could things still be fixed? Who knows but, you wouldn’t take the risk. You needed time but the brothers were anxious, they knew you were hiding something and that not only pained them but also scared them.

It occurred to you that you needed a logical pretext, something that could give you a cover and a reason to keep the brothers away without arousing their suspicions. It had been a coincidence, really, to see Mephisto hiding in a bush spying on a drunk Lucifer.

You had received a call from Barbatos: “Lucifer’s too drunk to walk alone.” Bullshit, you knew what he was trying to do. Simeon let you go with no resistance too, his smile looking a lot like Barbatos’. You resigned without complaint and walked all the way from Purgatory Hall to the Castle.

“What are you doing, Mephistopheles?” You asked without trying to lower your voice or hide your form. The tan skinned demon jumped a little in surprise, his eyes grew wide before taking a finger to his lips. “SHHH!! I’m trying to find new information for… an article… that I’m writing.”

Your gaze alternated between Mephisto and Lucifer, the latter was talking to a tree, obviously drunker than you had ever seen him, and also unaware of his conspicuous stalker. “Are you writing an article about… Lucifer?” you asked, sending a text to Mammon with Lucifer’s state and location.

“Why would I do that?” He exclaimed, almost shouting. “Then, what are you doing following an intoxicated Lucifer at this hour?” It was a reasonable question, it was well into the night, so dark and cold that you had to maintain your own temperature using spells. Plus, you were close to Diavolo’s castle, and that gave you an impression of the situation. “I could ask you the same. Why are you here alone? Don’t you know how dangerous it is!?”

“Barbatos was the one who asked me to fetch Lucifer. I doubt he would ask me to do something without fully knowing I wouldn’t die.” You sighed, looking how Lucifer started to yell at the oak. “Excuse me, but it seems that I’m not able to follow you. Why would Barbatos do that?” Mephisto stood up from his hiding place, his notebook ready in his hands.

You massaged your temples. “He wants to force me to tell them the truth. He wants me to ask Lucifer’s help.” You thought. It was true, you knew Barbatos knew. Hell, you knew Barbatos knew that you knew he knew. It was driving you crazy this little game with the butler, it actually seemed as if he was testing you, curious to see what you would do. Now you suspect Simeon too, just perfect.

“I asked first. Why are you here? Are you spying on Diavolo?” Mephisto gasped, opening and closing his mouth like a hungry fish. “How dare you call him Diavolo? How disrespectful.” He shook his head, but even in the dark you noticed a rather big blush on his cheeks. “So that’s it? You were spying on the prince? I wonder what he’ll think of it.”

Mephistopheles felt defeated, any chance of denying it seemed futile when he looked at your eyes. At least he had seen Lucifer made a fool of himself, that was compensation enough. “I just want to reveal the truth! That new exchange student is hiding something! Lord Diavolo and Lucifer, they’re hiding something too! We, as committed students, have the right to know!” As Mephistopheles delivered his speech with tremendous flamboyance, you walked towards Lucifer, softly patting his shoulder, smiling kindly at his surprised and blushing face.

“I’d rather not know anything about it.” You spoke to Mephistopheles and met his gaze with a pair of wary (maybe even fearful) eyes. Mephistopheles knew at that instant, he could recognize that look because he saw it every day in the mirror. A feeling of understanding and empathy washed over him like a torrent of water. “Well, that’s unfortunate.” For a few moments silence reigned between the three of you until a very drunk demon broke it.

“Diavolo cheated.” Lucifer blurted out and pointed at the tree. “He turned into a tree. Trees can’t get drunk.” He said sternly. You quickly removed Mephistopheles’ camera out of the way, dedicating him a disapproving look. “The vice president of RAD is indulging in shameful activities. That needs to be known.” He simply said and you responded to him with a tired sigh. “I won’t let you, so do us a favor and just give up.”

“He’s mocking me.” Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. “Love, he’s not Diavolo.” You stood in front of Lucifer, trying to cover the “wicked” tree. Lucifer’s eyes sparkled with devotion when he heard you, he smiled like a cat and hugged you like one too.

Mephistopheles couldn’t stop looking at Lucifer, he had never seen that side of him before. Sure, he had seen him make a mistake, taking a poor decision, indulging Lord Diavolo in a stupid activity, but this, this was on a higher level. He looked vulnerable, real. That… completely disgusted him.

“I guess he’s that drunk.” Mephisto murmured more to himself than to you, but you answered him anyway. “Yes, I wonder what happened.” Mephisto was sure he knew what the answer was, but he just nodded and imitated you.

He had to look at you twice to see if you were that dense. Maybe you were just pretending to not know the influence you had on the brothers, but one look at your face told him all he needed to know: you were a fool, a noble one.

Mammon arrived with a loud flap of his wings. First he looked at you and a foolish smile appeared on his face, said smile completely gone and replaced with a grimace when he noticed Mephisto, grimace that changed into a big smile and loud laugh when he looked at Lucifer. “Hahaha! Look at you, yar so stupid! I’m gonna take a photo and sell it to-” Mammon stilled and color vanished from his skin when Lucifer shot him a death glare. “Are you implying that I would have lost even if I were a tree, Mammon?”

Mammon’s mouth was slightly open as a frown made its way into his face. “Damn. He’s really outta it, right?” You covered up Mammon’s D.D.D. before he could take a photo. You spent a couple minutes making sure Mammon wouldn’t take any photos until the conversation ended and you stood engulfed in silence.

“I should go now.” He said, hesitantly. He waited a few moments for you to contradict him, a small hope he knew was futile. “Don’t worry, Mephisto will accompany me back to Purgatory Hall.” You looked at Mephistopheles but there wasn’t annoyance or any sign of resistance, on the contrary, he seemed to find it quite obvious.

As surprising as it may seem, the second brother had been really understanding about the whole ordeal, giving you the space you needed. Even if there were more crows than average around you. He was making an effort, even if he felt that his soul gets heavier every day.

“O-okay, see ya soon Mc!” The white haired demon didn’t move an inch, supporting his brother with both arms. “Maybe tomorrow?” In the background you could hear Lucifer’s slurred voice still fighting an imaginary rival. “Sounds good.” You walked up to them and gave them a quick kiss on the cheek. “Don’t worry and take care of Lucifer, okay?”

Looking somewhat renewed, Mammon nodded and gave you a quick smile before taking off, leaving you alone with a pensive Mephisto. “Must have gone wrong, then.” Mephistopheles said.

You couldn’t tell what Mephisto was talking about, so you turned a deaf ear and shrugged. You were not quite ready to tell anybody about how something like jealousy could trigger a spiral of horrible fights between you and the brothers. “I mean, the new exchange student plan.” He said, knowing he was pushing your buttons.

“As I told you before, Mephistopheles, I don’t want to know anything about it.” You walked without waiting for him. “What are you doing? It’s rude to turn your back on someone like that. You’re such a bad-mannered human.” After some minutes of lecturing and highly offended babble, Mephistopheles and you walked in comfortable silence.

Mephisto glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, you back was slightly hunched and your eyes seemed tired, the bags under them along with the dark circles were a proof. He knew something had happened in the house of lamentation, better said, something between you and the brothers (even Lord Diavolo seemed troubled too). Your interactions with them were few and honestly, a little forced. It was almost as your first year there.

The ex president of the Newspaper Club had seen you act like an… unstable human. More than once. Sometimes he saw you, angrily talking alone, throwing things at nothing and then laughing like a mad villain. But then again, maybe those attitudes were normal in humans? He doubts it. Your aura was different too, some days he could swear even some demons were frightened of it.

But now, looking closer at you, he could see that you were simply tired.

“You know, the Newspaper club has been pretty busy lately, we’re short of demons. Isn’t it your responsibility as a council officer to deal with those matters?” He said with an exaggerated tone of voice. You looked at him without turning your head. “Short of demons?” you repeated.

“I suppose a human will do.” He added, and you couldn’t contain the smile that spread through your face. “Our club is only open to a few, so you don’t need to worry about external distractions.” He continued with feigned seriousness. “That’s very thoughtful of you, Mephisto, but I don’t want to be a burden on you too.”

The demon didn’t miss the implications of your words, he just wasn’t familiar enough with you to take on the role of giving comfort. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody that you were spying on Diavolo.” You lazily added.

“I was not! How insolent can you be, human? I can’t believe your guts!” You laughed. Surprisingly, he didn’t find it annoying. He quickly came to the conclusion that your words held no malice. In fact, it was a pleasant sound, something he could get used to. “You work at our club and in exchange, you keep my secret.” He finally said as you arrived to the front of Purgatory Hall’s door.

He saw how your jaw clenched, unshed tears appeared in your eyes and distrust took shape like dust in your irises, just to leave as quickly as it had come. Finally, you nodded. “Sounds fair, Mephisto.” You smiled. He could have swear a small glint of your soul peaked through your eyes and dazzled him for a moment. Maybe that’s why those demons are so smitten with you.

Perhaps he should be careful too, for all he knows, you could be a spy from the angels. No, that would be stupid, they wouldn’t send someone as stupidly nice as you. “Thank you, really.”

Such sincerity shocked Mephisto, whose social circle was always so shady and wicked. He took his eyes off you, not wanting to be fooled by the gratitude in them.

“No need to thank me, it’s simple courtesy.”

Part 19??

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xxtc-96xx · 1 year

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✨So shine bright tonight✨

✨You and I Pigment✨

✨We're She's beautiful like diamonds in the sky✨

not sorry, had to lol

oooooo I'm blinded by the light~

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oceansssblue · 17 days

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*slides $900 in Monopoly money over*

Got any sub!echo and Dom!femreader smut in the back?

Woa! I got a lot of requests and don't worry guys, I'll write EVERY SINGLE ONE, just be patient :)

We're gonna start with this one, sub!echo sounds hot! Echo's just hot, full stop.

I decided to leave the ropes and other kinky stuff out of it for now because I don't know if you wanted a "normal" sub thing or all the extra stuff included too. I think it has enough power play on its own anyhow. Hope it's what you were looking for love!

Xx,

Sky.

"ON YOUR KNEES"

TBB REQUESTS — ECHO/FEMALE READER

WARNINGS: FILTHY GRAPHIC SMUTT = SUB!ECHO, DOM!FREADER, ECHO'S BODY INSECURITIES, CUM CONTROL, USE OF WORD "SLUT" ONCE, RIDING ECHO'S WONDERFUL FACE, MASTURBATING, FULL OF LOVE TOO. 📩🔥💖

You've always admired Echo. No matter how attractive his brothers were, he had always been the one to catch your eye; since the first moment you saw the bunch of mercenaries a year ago til present time. He's as attractive as the rest of the Batch; but he's got something that makes him sparkle like a diamond in the dirt. You think it's a combination between his quirks and his determination. Echo's mind works fast; he's got a fantastic almost sassy sarcasm and great comebacks. When he's on a mission or protecting his family, it's like watching a transformation; reserved, hesitant Echo is completely overriden by a brave, confident fierce man that sets your heart on fire. You love every side of him. But this... this might be the side you love of him most, though.

Echo's neediness is something you'll never grow bored of. It's exhilarating, to know he desires you so much he can't keep his pretty moans and whimpers in and just begs you to help him with those pretty eyes of him; wide and almost innocent. When Echo's left hand slowly, almost hesitantly, slides down your back to cup your ass, you abruptly break off the kiss; pushing his shoulder against the wall of your bedroom and standing right in front of him, barely a few inches of distance between your bodies. You can almost feel each other's warmth.

"Did I say you were allowed to do that?" you ask him, voice low but full of confidence.

A warning. You know your place; it's Echo who sometimes forget it.

Echo stares down at you with his big, golden brown eyes wide and an apology quickly forming in the tip of his tongue.

"N-no, no" he answers. He then glances away and adds "I'm sorry, mam".

If this happened in the middle of a sesion, you'd be quick to correct that; ordering him to apologise while looking at you in the eyes. But this is just the start; and you're aware it takes Echo a little longer to get comfortable enough to hold your stare, to leave his shyness aside. His words are sincere and he's just so polite, though, so you let it pass.

"It's okay" you almost whisper, your own eyes dancing distractedly through every one of his beautiful features. "Take off your shirt".

That's an order. And although he's usually very eager to comply and obbey, Echo hesitates. No matter the fact that you've been doing this for a few months, it's always the same; his insecurities making undressing a hard task, more so if he has to do it by himself. You didn't even attempt to pull his shirt off until date number thirty; and even if you had been very carefull that first time, Echo had quickly voiced up his safeword.

It's really okay. You know the issues he has with his body; you've long talked about it, and how that influences his perception of himself both in and out of sex. You're always watching the signals; knowing when to push and when to step back and give him space. It's what makes you a good dom. His.

You wait patiently, then; and Echo fiddles with the end of his black long-sleeve shirt.

Your eyes lock together, and you know he needs affirmation. You give it gladly; hand slowly cupping his right cheek and thumb caressing his skin.

"You're stunning, Echo. You know already how much I love your body, how hot I think you are. Let me look at you" your soft sweet voice fills with possesiveness then, your eyes darkening with your hungry gaze. "Let me see what's mine".

A whimper is ripped from Echo's throat; and his hands shakily tug his shirt off, abandoning it in the floor. He looks up at you, expectantly and trying not to squirm under your attention; and you slowly delight yourself with the sight of his pale skin and defined muscles. Echo's been gaining a bit of healthy weight lately, his appearence getting impossibly better; though he's still a bit bony, collarbone and hips stucking out dangerously. You don't find it repulsive at all, no. He's hot; it just makes you wanna bite him, mark his beautiful pale skin with your teeth and love.

"Beautiful" you murmur, distractedly caressing his chest and shoulders with the very tip of your fingers.

You can't resist yourself and press closer to him; gently kissing the side of his neck and sucking the spot into your mouth, just one of the many marks you'll leave on him tonight. Echo shudders and his weight drops slightly forward. He always turns to mush when you start putting your attention on him.

You guide him to rest against the wall; his eyes turning hooded and lost on his growing need and submission. He's so beautiful, so perfect... It makes your heart ache.

Your kisses trail down his chest; warm mouth following the sides of his stomach to one of those pointy hips; pulling down his pants a bit so you can suck a second mark on the hollow space there. Echo whines and curves forward, pleasure starting to tingle through his veins; hand tensing in his side with his effort to not reach up and touch you.

You groan out loud.

"Maker, don't you sound pretty".

The words only turn him on more, and Echo makes his first eye contact of the night.

"Please".

Its a quiet, almost silent request.

You arch your eyebrow and stare back at him; both hands splayed over his hips.

"Yes, baby?"

Echo sighs contetly with the pet name. He's always been a lover of those; of praise. It wouldn't have the same effect if you spilt them constatly, though; so you pick the times to do so, play with it.

"Please more" he whispers back, cheeks reddening in a beautiful blush when he forces himself to mumble his needs out loud. "Want you".

You smirk, satisfied; one hand slowly moving towards his growing erection and gently teasing him over the material of his pants.

"Oh, sweety" you squeeze, and Echo quietly moans. "I know".

You decide to be easy today. It's been two weeks since you last saw him; Cid's mission taking him away from Ord Mantell for quite the time. You know how much he missed you; just as you did. You aren't in the mood for a long sesion today.

"Let's get this off of you, love" you say, playing with the waistband of his pants.

This time, Echo agrees with an eager nod and helps you push down and off the pants of him. Underware follows, and soon you've got Echo completely naked in front of you. The contrast between the dark metal of his prosthetics and the paleness of his skin is beautiful.

Subsconciously, you lick your lips.

"Were you good while you were away, sweet boy?" You ask, voice soft, while you gently close your hand around his cock and ridiculously slowly start to pump him up and down.

Echo moans louder than before and his left hand flies to find purchase on your shoulder; eyes fluttering closed with relief.

"Y-yeah" he answers, voice wonderfully broken already with his need. "W-was so difficult, cyare. I-I almost broke the rule twice".

You chuckle, and Echo melts at the sound and your hands on him. You squeeze around his cock and pick up the pace. Not to be considered fast; but not as torturously slow as before. It's a decent unhurried rythim, and Echo sighs and drops his head to the wall.

You pull up a side smile and hum, studying the way his features relax in utter bliss.

"Well, I do know what I'm doing" you answer, biting down onto his lower lip teasingly. "I knew that if I banned you from masturbating til we were reunited again you wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it".

You lean in and carefully catch his earlobe with your teeth, pulling slightly before whispering to him "And you know I always want my boy thinking about me".

Echo groans and lifts his head, watching you with a hooded gaze. His eyes lingers on your lips for a few seconds before going back to your eyes. You know he wants to kiss you; so you hover your mouth over his, almost kissing, but out of reach.

"Always thinking about you anyhow" he mumbles over your lips.

Your breaths mingle together, and it's you this time who can't resist. The truth is Echo has as much power over you as you have over him. You love him so much, you're so attracted to him, it's almost impossible to draw things out like this.

Your kiss is full of need and power. Your lips move in a precise, confident way; intent on making your man melt and reduce him to a horny mess. Echo responds just as needy, but without any purpose behind it; just letting you take the lead and giving himself to you, adapting to whatever you want to do to him. It never fails to make you wet, how agreeable he always is. How much he trusts you. How much he needs you.

Your breathing patterns are both erratic when you break the kiss. You stop touching Echo's dick; quickly silencing his protest with a new order he wastes no time to follow.

"On your knees".

Three magical words and Echo is on the floor, head tilted upwards so he can keep looking into your eyes; while his are full of desire and devotion. You caress his cheek with your thumb before it swipes across his lower lip; carefully sliding it inside his warm mouth and softly pressing down onto his wet tongue. Echo makes a needy sound with his throat and you hum in answer.

"So hot" you tell him. "Wanna cum so bad right now. And you're gonna get me there, aren't you, handsome?"

Echo moans around your finger and nods, eyes wide. So fucking pretty.

"Okay" you whisper, pulling your hand back. "Don't move, pretty boy. You're going to stay right where you are".

You wait til the words appeared to have reached his brain and step back. You make a tease out of your own undressing; pulling your tank top over your head in a sensual smooth movement and teasingly removing your bra, then turning around and bending forward while you slowly shimmy your hips out of your pants. Every article of clothing stays abandoned on a pile on the floor besides the bed.

Echo whimpers, eyes roaming over your figure and hand clenching with his need to ravage you, trying to retain himself at the sight of your ass.

You turn around with a soft "Oh?" and you gently cup your breasts on your hands, softly pushing them together and crossing your legs in a falsely shy way.

"I'm sorry, baby, is this what you want?" You ask, and Echo whimpers while bending forwards to you, not moving out of his spot on the floor but desperately trying to get closer to you.

You giggle in amusement.

"Please" he rasps, almost making you groan this time. "Please, cyare".

You hum, elegantly stepping closer to him and standing tall over his kneeling form. Echo has to tilt his head back to look up at you; but it's somehow not enough.

"Beg" you demand, firm, but not necessarily harsh. "If you want something from me, you're going to have to beg, sweet one. And you're going to have to be explicit about it".

Echo surrenders to the way you hold his chin in your hand and his bright eyes shine up at you. It's like you can read every single emotion on him when he get's like this; and you want nothing more than to take care of his needs.

"Please" he begs, sweet, needy, soft voice making you melt. "Please, wanna have your taste in my tongue, mam".

Electricity and pleassure runs through your veins at that.

"Fuck, you're so hot. So pretty" you praise him, caressing the side of his cheek and staring at his eyes. "Move and put your back towards the bed. Face up and stick your tongue out for me, mesh'la".

Echo literally whimpers with the Mando'a; showing you his tongue and repositioning while he impatiently waits for you to ride his face. You hold the back of his head and carefully lower yourself on his mouth, testing the position, not wanting to hurt him. Echo's response is inmediate; he makes a happy relieved sound with his throat, and inmediately sets to please you, his wet tongue sliding between your folds to taste you.

You moan in pleassure and throw your head back, closing your eyes and losing yourself to the feeling of your man servicing you. He's...

"Such a good boy, giving me your tongue and face for me to play with" your own tongue sets loose and your dirty talk becomes almost non-stop while you get closer to your orgasm.

You love praising Echo, verbalise how much you want him and how pleased you are with him, and he loves to hear you. It's a match made in heaven.

Echo hums against you and his scomp grazes the skin of the outside of your thigh. You know he wants to hold you, craddle you closer; you're too lost on your own pleasure, so you conceed to his wishes easily.

"Yeah, go on, baby. You can hold me if you want to".

Echo moans and his left hand inmediately pulls your ass closer, lowering you further onto his face; his tongue teasing your entrance while his nose presses against your clit. It sends a spark through your veins, and you whimper and move your hips over him, trying to chase the feeling.

"F-fuck, baby. Stay right there, right there" you mumble, thighs trembling.

The next few minutes you lose complete control over yourself. Echo's needy moans and hums against you are delightful to hear, and the way his tongue plays with your pussy and his nose bumps against your clit is nothing short of perfect. Your orgasm climbs higher and higher, the cord tensing tighter and ready to explode.

"Close, love" you breathe out, in half a moan. Your eyes roam over his figure, noting how good he looks kneeling down on the floor for you with his impossibly hard cock twitching and begging for some kind of stimulation.

He must be dying for it, but it's like he doesn't even notice it at all. He's so lost to give you pleasure, it's like he's forgotten about himself.

"Touch yourself, pretty boy" you order him, and he instantly moans and drags his hand down to close around his leaking cock. "Don't cum for me yet, though. Want it to be by my hand, not yours. You're mine, and your orgasms are mine too. Isnt't that right, baby?"

Echo trembles underneath you, his hand quickly freeing his cock for a few seconds before returning a very slow pace on it. You know what it means. It means he had almost cum right then and there, just by your words and your dominance over him, just by pleasuring you like a good little boy and...

"F-fuck, Echo!" You whimper, the stimulation to your clit finally reaching it's objective and pleassure running from your pussy to every other vein in your body. "I-I'm cuming!"

Echo moans and licks you faster; and you cum all over his face. Every one of your muscles tighten before the pleassure bursts and your nerves tingle; then relaxing with a content tired sigh.

You step back and weakly command Echo to move a tiny bit forward with a small push on his shoulder; letting yourself kneel down on the floor right behind him and wrapping your arms around his body, one hand taking hold of his cock and the other one caressing his chest.

"Such a good boy. Such a good boy, baby, using your clever little tongue on me and making me cum all over your face" you whisper to him, voice tired but equally confident and loving, making Echo whimper and melt back against your body. "You almost came before, didn't you? Too much excitement for little Echo to take?"

"C-cyare" Echo whines, left hand squeezing your thigh hard while he reaches back around your back with his scomp arm, in a half hug.

You hum and press small kisses on his neck, small teasing licks here and there.

"Yeah, baby?"

"W-wanna cum so bad" he moans, turning his face to the side so he can glance at you. "C-can I fuck your hand, please please?"

You moan and involuntarily push your own hips against him. That's Echo's level of hot; already making you horny again despite just having finished.

"Wanna hump my hand like a desperate little boy, love?" You coo, giving a playfull nip at his shoulder. "That what you need to do?"

Echo eagerly nods and cries out his request again. He's so beautiful. He's so beautiful when he's all broken and vulnerable for you like this.

"Please" he begs you, tears blurring his sight. "Cyare, mam, please..."

You kiss his cheek and hold your hand still. Your other arm looses around his torso, giving him free space to move as he likes.

"Go on, pretty boy. Make yourself cum on my hand like a desperate little slut".

It takes eight pumps in your hand before Echo breaks down into a strong orgasm and his cum drips into the floor in front of him, some sticking to your hand as you finish him off gently. It's beautiful, the way he shudders and trembles and explodes in his orgasm, hard cock twitching in a final effort and moans and whimpers mixing together in a beautiful mess.

Echo slumps back; his sudden body weight making you tumble on your knees behind him. You steady yourself inmediately, chuckle quietly and clean your hand on the bed sheets; quickly wrapping your arms around his body and pressing your warmth against him, spreading kisses all over the left side of his face, neck and shoulder. Echo hums back contently, eyes closed and face in the perfect definition of peace.

"You did so good, my Echo" you whisper, caressing him softly and swimming in your feelings for him. "Love you so much".

Echo sighs and melts against you. His head hangs down in exhaustion and happiness, and you're already thinking on the warm bath your going to prepare for him, and on both of you cuddling close in bed together, falling asleep to the sound of each other's hearts.

Echo mumbles his answer in a quiet, but warm and soft voice.

"Love you too, cyare".

THE END.

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Tara!

I CANT WRITE SHORT THINGS HELP. nah, i'll just try to keep the other requests shorter for real lmao i always get too invested. It came out much fluffier than I had initially planned for cause I just love echo so much. Hope you liked it!

Also, just wanted to let you know I'm not going to re-read this and correct mistakes much cause that'll take too much time. And that english is not my first language, so apologise in advance if something doesnt make much sense.

I'll be working with the other requests next, be patient and stay tunned!

Love,

Sky.

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Dream State

Paring: Sunoo x Reader

Summery: this story is based off the song DreamState by Dayseekers.

Warning: N/A

Style: SFW, Friendship, Romance, Soulmate

Y/N awoke to a world where reality and dreams merged seamlessly, a place where the boundaries of time and space seemed irrelevant. Under the vast canvas of the night sky, speckled with stars like diamond dust, she found herself lying on a grassy hill. The air was cool, a gentle breeze caressing her face, carrying the playful dance of fireflies, their light flickering like tiny lanterns in the darkness. She sat up, her eyes adjusting to the ethereal beauty of this dream world.

As she wandered, lost in the tranquility of her surroundings, her path crossed with someone unexpected. Their eyes met, a moment of confusion hanging between them before he offered her a small, genuine smile. He had an air of familiarity, yet she couldn't place him.

"Hi, I'm Sunoo," he introduced himself with a warmth that felt comforting.

"I'm Y/N," she replied, her voice a whisper in the serene night.

They embarked on a journey through the dream, strolling through the sprawling valley under the watchful eyes of the stars. Y/N had never seen so many stars before; they were like a tapestry of light, each one telling its own ancient story.

As they walked, their conversation flowed effortlessly. Sunoo shared anecdotes that made her laugh, his voice a melody that seemed to harmonize with the night. Y/N found herself opening up, telling him stories she had never told anyone, her words weaving into the tapestry of their shared experience.

The more they talked, the more Y/N felt a strange sense of déjà vu, as if their souls had known each other for lifetimes. Sunoo's presence was comforting, his laughter infectious, and his insights profound. The night seemed endless, a realm where time held no sway, allowing them to explore the depths of their newfound connection.

But as the dream continued, a subtle change began to take place. Y/N noticed Sunoo's form starting to fade, his image becoming translucent like the morning mist. He noticed it too and looked at her with a hint of sadness.

"We're waking up, aren't we?" Y/N asked, her voice tinged with a mix of wonder and regret.

"It seems so," Sunoo replied, his smile bittersweet. "But this was real, wasn't it? Even if it was just a dream."

Y/N nodded, feeling a pang of sorrow at the thought of leaving this dream world and the connection they had forged. "Will we meet again, Sunoo? In another dream?"

"I hope so," he said, his voice fading like an echo. "In dreams, anything is possible."

The morning sun streamed through Y/N's window, painting her room in hues of gold and amber. She lay in bed for a moment longer, savoring the vivid memory of her dream. The encounter with Sunoo had been so real, so vivid, it lingered in her mind like a sweet melody. She felt a sense of exhilaration, a lightness in her heart that was rare in the rush of her everyday life.

Getting out of bed, Y/N followed her morning routine almost mechanically, her thoughts still anchored in the dream world. As she prepared for work, she couldn't help but wonder about Sunoo. Was he real? Would she ever encounter him again in her dreams? The questions tugged at her heart, filling her with a mix of hope and uncertainty.

Meanwhile, in another part of the world, in Seoul, South Korea, Sunoo woke up feeling unusually refreshed. The dream had left a profound impact on him, a sense of connection he couldn't shake off. As he got ready, his mind replayed the moments spent with Y/N under the starlit sky.

Entering the living room, Sunoo was greeted by the familiar faces of his ENHYPEN bandmates. They immediately noticed something different about him.

"You look different today, Sunoo. More... alive," Sunghoon remarked, handing him breakfast.

Sunoo chuckled, "I had the most incredible dream."

The others, intrigued, gathered around, eager to hear more. Sunoo described the valley, the blanket of stars above them, and most importantly, Y/N. He spoke of the conversations they had, the laughter they shared, and the surreal feeling of connection.

His bandmates listened intently, each reacting in their own way. Some were skeptical, others amused, but all were captivated by the vividness of his recounting.

"Sounds like you've made a dreamy connection," Jake teased, nudging Sunoo playfully.

Sunoo smiled, a distant look in his eyes. "It felt real, more real than any dream I've ever had."

Back in her world, Y/N arrived at work but found it hard to concentrate. Her mind kept drifting back to the dream. During her lunch break, she sat in the park, her gaze lost in the sky, pondering the possibility of a world where Sunoo existed.

As the day wore on, Sunoo and Y/N found themselves immersed in their respective realities, yet a part of them remained in that dream state, yearning for another encounter.

That night, as Y/N lay in bed, she closed her eyes, wishing with all her heart to return to the valley, to see Sunoo again. She drifted into sleep, her mind filled with stars and whispers of hope.

Similarly, Sunoo went to bed with a sense of anticipation. The possibility of meeting Y/N again in his dreams filled him with an unexplained joy.

In the depths of the night, in that mystical space between reality and dreams, their paths crossed again. This time, they found themselves on a moonlit beach, the sound of waves gently breaking on the shore.

"Sunoo!" Y/N exclaimed, running towards him.

He turned, a smile spreading across his face. "Y/N! You're here!"

They spent the night walking along the beach, talking about their lives in the waking world, sharing fears, hopes, and laughter. The connection deepened, their conversation flowing as naturally as the waves lapping at their feet.

As dawn approached, they both felt the inevitable pull of the waking world.

"I don't want this to end," Y/N whispered, her voice tinged with sadness.

"Neither do I," Sunoo replied, holding her hand. "But maybe, just maybe, we're more than just a dream."

They stood there, hand in hand, as the dream began to fade. Y/N's eyes fluttered open to the morning light, a sense of loss washing over her. Yet, within her heart, the connection with Sunoo remained, a beacon of hope in the sea of her everyday life.

Sunoo, too, woke up feeling a mix of happiness and longing. The dreams were becoming a refuge, a place where he could meet Y/N, away from the glare of the real world.

Days turned into weeks, and each night they met in their dreams, exploring fantastical landscapes, growing closer with each encounter. The dream world they shared became a refuge, a secret place untouched by the constraints of reality.

At work, Y/N found herself more distracted than usual. The vivid dreams with Sunoo lingered in her mind throughout the day. Her best friend, Emily, and her colleagues noticed the distant yet dreamy look in her eyes.

"Y/N, you've been miles away lately," Emily observed one day, concern lacing her voice. "What's on your mind?"

With a hesitant smile, Y/N shared the recurring dreams about Sunoo. Her colleagues listened with a mix of amusement and intrigue.

"It sounds like a fate or soulmate thing," one colleague teased, nudging her playfully.

"Imagine meeting someone in a dream and not wanting to wake up," another added, laughing.

When Emily asked about the man in her dreams, Y/N mentioned Sunoo's name. Emily's expression shifted momentarily, as if recognizing the name, but she said nothing further. This reaction left Y/N puzzled, stirring a mix of curiosity and doubt. Was Sunoo more than just a dream figure?

Meanwhile, Sunoo was filming an episode of EN-O'Clock with his group ENHYPEN, featuring Tomorrow x Together. His thoughts, however, were elsewhere, consumed by the enigmatic Y/N. He wondered if she was a real person or just a figment of his imagination.

During a break, Hueningkai and other TXT members noticed Sunoo's distant demeanor.

"Hey, Sunoo, you okay?" Hueningkai asked, a look of concern on his face.

Sunoo sighed, "I keep thinking about someone I met in my dreams. It feels too real to be just a dream, but I'm not sure."

The members exchanged glances, intrigued by his confession.

"Maybe she's out there, thinking about you too," Taehyun suggested, trying to offer some comfort.

Back in the real world, Y/N's heart fluttered every time she thought of Sunoo. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to these dreams, a connection that transcended the boundaries of dream and reality.

One evening, as Y/N lay in bed, she whispered into the darkness, "Sunoo, are you real?"

Miles away, Sunoo, lying in his own bed, whispered back to the void, "Y/N, I wish I knew if you were more than just a dream."

That night, they met again in their shared dream world. This time, they found themselves in a lush, enchanted forest, the moon casting a silver glow through the trees.

"Sunoo, do you ever wonder if we're more than just a dream to each other?" Y/N asked, her voice laced with emotion.

"I think about it all the time," Sunoo admitted, his eyes reflecting the moonlight. "In here, everything feels so real, so vivid. You feel real."

In their next dream, Y/N and Sunoo found themselves wandering through a picturesque street lined with quaint shops and cafes. They stumbled upon a charming flower cafe, its windows adorned with vibrant blooms. The people around them moved like shadows, faceless and indistinct, reinforcing the surreal nature of the dream.

As they entered the cafe, the aroma of fresh flowers and coffee enveloped them. They ordered their drinks and found a cozy corner table, away from the shadowy figures.

"Isn't it strange," Y/N began, stirring her coffee, "how we can create such beautiful places in our dreams?"

Sunoo nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "It's like our minds are painting a world where we can escape."

Their conversation flowed naturally as they delved into likes and dislikes, their favorite hobbies, and little quirks. Each revelation brought smiles and laughter, yet neither dared to broach the subject of their existence in the real world.

"Music is my escape," Sunoo shared, his eyes lighting up. "What about you, Y/N?"

"I love reading," she replied. "Books take me to different worlds, much like these dreams."

Their eyes locked with each encounter, a silent acknowledgment of the connection they felt.

In another dream, they found themselves in a tranquil forest. This dream was peaceful, a serene escape from the chaos of reality. They walked together, sometimes chatting, sometimes just enjoying the silence. They watched bees and butterflies flit among the flowers, the simplicity of the scene bringing them closer.

Y/N felt her heart flutter just being near Sunoo, and he experienced the same sensation. The emotions they felt in the dream began to seep into their waking lives, bringing them a sense of happiness and contentment they hadn't known before.

Back in the real world, Sunoo felt inspired to draw Y/N. He wanted to capture the essence of the girl who appeared in his dreams. With time and patience, he sketched her features, focusing on the details that made her unique.

On a lazy day in the dorm, he decided to share the drawing with his ENHYPEN bandmates.

"Who's this?" Riki asked, looking at the sketch.

"This is Y/N," Sunoo replied, a soft smile on his lips. "The girl I've been dreaming about."

The members gathered around, admiring the drawing. "She's really pretty," Sunghoon commented.

"You guys seem to have a special connection, even if it's just in your dreams," Jungwon added.

Sunoo nodded, his eyes reflecting a mix of joy and wistfulness. "Yeah, it feels like we've known each other forever."

Y/N's day had been overwhelming. At work, the pressure seemed unending, and then came the heart-wrenching news: her beloved grandmother had passed away. This loss felt like a void, swallowing her whole. Her grandmother had been her guiding star, her inspiration since childhood, and now she was gone.

That night, Y/N lay in bed, tears streaming down her face. She wanted to avoid sleep, to avoid showing Sunoo her pain, but exhaustion and grief overtook her, and she cried herself to sleep.

In her dream, she found herself in a dark, cold, and frightening place. Shadows loomed around her, the anxieties of her day transforming into haunting figures. She felt alone, scared, and desperately wished for Sunoo's comforting presence.

Suddenly, she felt a pair of warm arms wrap around her. Turning around, she saw Sunoo, his expression filled with concern.

"Sunoo..." she whispered, her voice breaking as she buried her face into his chest.

"I'm here, Y/N," Sunoo whispered back, his voice soft and reassuring. "You're not alone. I've got you."

Slowly, as they stood embraced, the dark shadows began to dissipate, replaced by the familiar hill under a starlit sky, reminiscent of their first encounter.

Y/N sobbed, her tears soaking Sunoo's shirt. He held her tighter, offering silent support.

After her tears subsided, Sunoo gently asked, "Y/N, what happened? You can tell me."

She looked up at him, her eyes red and swollen. "It was just... everything piled up today. Work was so stressful, and then... then I found out my grandmother passed away. She meant the world to me, Sunoo."

Sunoo's heart ached hearing her pain, a pain that felt too real for someone he thought existed only in dreams.

"Y/N, I wish I could do something to ease your pain," he said earnestly. "In here, we've shared so much. It almost feels like... like we're real to each other."

Y/N nodded, a weak smile on her lips. "You've become so important to me, Sunoo. In this world, at least."

There was a pause, a heavy silence filled with unspoken questions.

"Y/N, I need to ask you something," Sunoo said, his voice hesitant. "Are you... Are you real? Like, in the real world?"

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. She had wondered the same about him. "I am real, Sunoo. And you? Are you just a dream to me?"

The question hung in the air, a bridge between their dream world and reality, waiting to be crossed.

As Y/N and Sunoo sat under the vast, twinkling stars of their dream world, they found comfort in sharing the realities of their waking lives. Y/N spoke of her day-to-day experiences, her close relationship with her best friend, the challenges and rewards of her job, and her budding ambition to write a book.

"What are you planning to write about?" Sunoo asked, his eyes reflecting a sincere curiosity.

"It's still a work in progress. I've got a bunch of ideas, but nothing concrete yet," Y/N replied, a contemplative expression on her face.

"You know," Sunoo suggested thoughtfully, "you could write about something like our story - a girl and a boy meeting in a dream world."

Y/N's eyes brightened at the suggestion. "That's actually an intriguing idea," she said, her mind already spinning with potential plots and characters.

Their conversation then shifted to Sunoo's life. Initially hesitant, he opened up about being a member of the K-pop group ENHYPEN. Y/N, familiar with K-pop only through her friend, was fascinated.

"I've never really followed K-pop closely, but this is so interesting. Could you sing something for me?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

To their amusement, a guitar and a microphone appeared as if conjured by the dream itself, eliciting laughter from both. Sunoo picked up the guitar and sang one of his favorite songs, his voice echoing beautifully in the dream-scape. Y/N listened, completely captivated by the melody and his voice.

"That was amazing," she said, genuinely impressed. "I'll definitely look up ENHYPEN when I wake up."

As dawn approached, their dream avatars began to fade. "I wish we had more time," Y/N whispered, feeling a pang of sadness.

"I know," Sunoo replied softly. "But we'll meet again, here."

Waking up, Sunoo was brimming with excitement and rushed to tell his bandmates about Y/N. "She's real, guys! Y/N is a real person!" he exclaimed, his face flushed with exhilaration.

Heeseung, intrigued, chimed in, "This could be like a red string of fate kind of thing. A soulmate connection."

Sunoo's heart pounded at the thought. If Y/N was indeed real, he was determined to meet her in the real world, not just in dreams.

Meanwhile, Y/N woke up with a sense of urgency. She immediately researched ENHYPEN, and to her astonishment, there he was – Sunoo, exactly as he appeared in her dreams. She listened to their songs and was instantly drawn to their music.

"He's real," she thought, a mix of disbelief and excitement washing over her.

In the following days, their dreams grew more vivid, their connection deepening. Y/N couldn't stop discussing it with Emily. When she finally revealed Sunoo's identity, Emily, a K-pop fan, recognized the name.

"This has to be more than coincidence," Emily exclaimed. "It sounds like fate. You should go to Korea. Find him!"

Y/N pondered the idea but hesitated, fearing the uncertainties. What if Sunoo didn't remember the dreams? What if he wasn't the one sharing these dreamscapes with her?

"But you didn't even know about ENHYPEN before this," Emily argued. "How could you dream up someone you've never seen? There's something more to this. It's fate, Y/N."

On the other side of the world, Sunoo was en route to an event with ENHYPEN, his mind occupied with thoughts of Y/N. He was eager for nightfall, to return to the dream world and perhaps discuss meeting in reality.

However, his thoughts were abruptly shattered by a catastrophic crash. The vehicle he was in collided with another, and everything around him faded into darkness. A high-pitched ringing filled his ears, and then silence.

When Sunoo regained consciousness, he found himself in the dream world once again, on the familiar hill, but under a bright daytime sky. Confusion and fear gripped him as he pieced together what had happened. He realized he was in a coma, trapped in the dream world, alone without Y/N.

Panic set in as he considered the implications. He was stuck in a liminal space, disconnected from both his waking life and Y/N. The thought of being alone in this dream world, uncertain of his fate and longing for Y/N's presence, was overwhelming.

Sunoo sat there, under the glaring sun, grappling with his new reality. Y/N's day at work was as busy as ever, but amidst the rush of tasks and deadlines, a sudden, inexplicable chill ran down her spine. She paused, glancing around the warm room, feeling an unsettling sense of disquiet. Something felt off, but she couldn't pinpoint what it was.

Trying to shake off the feeling, she continued with her work, but a heavy weight seemed to settle on her shoulders, an unexplained burden that persisted throughout the day.

Exhausted, Y/N finally made her way home. She hoped a hot shower might dispel the unease that clung to her, but the warm water did little to soothe her troubled mind.

Deciding to turn in early, Y/N headed to bed, hoping sleep would offer some respite. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she drifted off into a deep slumber.

In her dream, she found herself once again on the familiar hill, surrounded by the sparkling stars and the gentle glow of fireflies. The dream's beauty was a stark contrast to her day's unease.

She then heard her name being called. Turning around, she saw Sunoo, his presence instantly lighting up her world. Her heart skipped a beat, as it always did at the sight of him.

Sunoo smiled at her, but his eyes betrayed a different story. They held a depth of emotion she hadn't seen before. Y/N rushed to him, and they embraced tightly, the hug lingering longer than usual. Sunoo's embrace was firmer, more desperate.

Sensing something amiss, Y/N whispered, "Is everything alright, Sunoo?"

He was cautious with his response. "I'm fine, just a stressful day with work. You know, the usual idol life. But I'm glad I'm here with you now," he replied, masking his true turmoil.

Despite his words, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. However, she decided not to press further, comforted by his presence.

As the dream continued, they walked hand in hand, fingers intertwined. Then, Sunoo broached a subject they'd both been dancing around. He spoke of meeting in the real world, expressing how much she meant to him in this dream space. He confessed his feelings, his voice laced with hope and longing.

Y/N's heart leapt at his confession. She felt the same, longing to bridge the gap between their dream and reality. Sunoo stopped and turned to face her, cupping her cheek gently in his hand.

"Sunoo," she whispered softly, her emotions swirling.

He leaned in, and their lips met in a tender, longing kiss. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, a warm breeze enveloping them, making the moment feel astonishingly real.

Their lips were a perfect match, and his touch was warm and reassuring. When they finally pulled apart, they rested their foreheads together, their eyes locked in a silent conversation of longing and love.

But as the dream began to fade, Y/N noticed she was the one disappearing while Sunoo remained. Confusion clouded her face as she saw the pain and regret in his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Why are you not fading? What's happening, Sunoo?" she asked, panic rising in her voice.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Sunoo murmured, his voice breaking as he struggled to maintain his composure. "I'm so sorry."

Before she could ask more, Y/N faded completely, leaving Sunoo alone in the dream world. He sat there, tears streaming down his face, realizing the gravity of his situation. He was stuck in a coma, in a dream world without Y/N, waiting endlessly for her return.

In the real world, Y/N woke up feeling a deep sense of loss, the remnants of the dream lingering in her mind. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong with Sunoo. The dream had felt too intense, too emotional. She tried to convince herself it was just a dream, but her heart refused to believe it.

Y/N spent the day distracted, the image of Sunoo's tear-streaked face haunting her. She knew she needed to find out more about him, to discover if her fears were founded in reality.

Meanwhile, Sunoo remained in his coma, trapped in the dream world, a prisoner of his own mind. The loneliness was overwhelming, each moment stretching into eternity. He longed for Y/N, for the sound of her voice, the touch of her hand. The realization that he might never wake up, never see her in the real world, filled him with an indescribable sadness.

The monotonous beeping of the hospital machines filled the room where Sunoo lay motionless, his bandmates Riki, Jungwon, and Sunghoon keeping a solemn vigil by his side. They had been fortunate, traveling in a different car and escaping the collision unharmed, but their thoughts were consumed by Sunoo’s condition.

In another room, Heeseung lay with a broken arm, surrounded by Jay and Jake, who bore the marks of the accident in the form of bruises and cuts. Heeseung’s voice was filled with concern. “How’s Sunoo? Any change?”

Jake shook his head somberly. “He’s still in a coma. It’s been two weeks already.”

Back in Sunoo’s room, Jungwon voiced his worries. “Do you think he’ll ever wake up? It’s been so long.”

Sunghoon, deep in thought, pondered aloud, “I wonder if he’s still seeing Y/N in his coma. Maybe he’s happy there, with her.”

Riki quickly interjected, “Don’t talk like that. He’s going to wake up. We have to believe that.”

Their conversation shifted to Y/N, the girl who had become an integral part of Sunoo’s dreams. “If she’s real, like Sunoo said, we should try to find her,” Jungwon suggested.

“But she could be anywhere in the world,” Riki pointed out, skepticism in his voice.

Not wasting a moment, Sunghoon was already searching on Twitter, TikTok, and Instagram, using the drawing Sunoo made of her as a reference. After a few minutes, he found a match on Instagram.

“That’s her. The name matches, and though it’s not perfect, the drawing kind of looks like her,” he said, showing them the profile. The quote in her bio read, “When dreams and reality collide,” and “Do you believe in fate?” Her profile song was “Dreamstate” by Dayseeker.

He clicked on one of her videos, where she spoke in an English accent about a dream where she met a guy, and how real it felt. Another video discussed meeting the same guy again, finding out they were real and sharing dreams, and asking if anyone believed in fate.

Later, Jake entered Sunoo’s room, phone in hand. “I found Y/N,” he announced. The group decided to leave the hospital to discuss how they could contact her.

Meanwhile, Y/N was haunted by an unsettling feeling that something was terribly wrong. The recent dreams with Sunoo were tinged with sadness, and he always remained when she faded away. Driven by a sudden impulse, she searched for ENHYPEN online. Her heart skipped a beat as articles about the car crash loaded on her screen. Seeing Sunoo’s face and reading about his two-week coma sent a shock through her system.

It all made sense now – why Sunoo hadn’t told her, why he seemed so pained in their dreams. He was scared that he might never wake up and never meet her outside the dream world.

Tears streamed down Y/N’s face as the realization sank in. Without a second thought, she booked a next-day flight to Korea and arranged a hotel stay. She had to see him, had to be there, even if it was just to sit by his side. The thought of Sunoo, alone and trapped in a coma, was unbearable.

As Y/N meticulously packed her bags, her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Anxiety and fear intertwined with a hopeful anticipation. The thought of Sunoo, alone and unconscious in a hospital bed, propelled her forward. She clung to the belief that somehow, her presence would bridge the chasm between their shared dreams and the stark reality.

Meanwhile, in Korea, the ENHYPEN members gathered, weighed down by the gravity of the situation. They discussed how best to connect with Y/N, the enigmatic girl who had captured Sunoo's heart in a world of dreams.

"It's like something out of a fairy tale," Riki mused, a hint of wonder in his voice.

"But it's real for Sunoo," Heeseung added, his voice tinged with concern. "We have to do something. We owe it to him to at least try."

The group agreed, determined to find a way to bring Y/N and Sunoo together in the real world.

As her plane touched down in Korea, Y/N was overcome with a mix of emotions. She hurried to her hotel, her mind racing with thoughts of Sunoo. Uncertain of how to proceed, she decided to explore Seoul and locate the hospital where Sunoo was admitted.

Finding herself in a quaint cafe in the heart of Seoul, Y/N waited in line for a coffee, trying to gather her thoughts. As she stood there, lost in thought, Jay, who was just ahead of her in line, turned around.

Their eyes met, and Y/N offered a polite smile and a timid "hello" in her limited Korean.

Jay did a double-take, his eyes widening in recognition. He turned to her, a mix of curiosity and excitement in his eyes. They engaged in small talk, and when Y/N mentioned her name, Jay's demeanor changed.

"Wait, you're Y/N? The Y/N from Sunoo's dreams?" he asked, his voice rising in excitement.

His enthusiasm drew the attention of other customers, causing Y/N's face to flush with embarrassment. She nodded, confirming his suspicion.

"Yes, I'm Y/N. And you must be Jay, Sunoo's bandmate," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady despite the surreal nature of the encounter.

Jay's excitement was palpable. "I can't believe this! You're actually real. Sunoo talks about you all the time and about his dreams. We've been trying to find you!"

Y/N's heart raced at the confirmation that her connection with Sunoo extended beyond their shared dream world. "I came as soon as I found out about the accident. How is he? Can I see him?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.

Jay's expression sobered. "He's still in a coma. It's been tough on all of us, especially knowing how much he cares about you. Let me call the others, and we'll figure out how to get you to see him."

As Jay made the call, Y/N's mind was a flurry of thoughts and emotions. The reality of Sunoo's condition hit her hard, yet the fact that she was now connected to his world, his friends, gave her a glimmer of hope.

Jay hung up and turned to Y/N. "The guys are as shocked as I am. We're going to help you see Sunoo. He needs you now, more than ever."

As Jay and Y/N stepped out of the cafe, clutching their coffees, a wave of emotions washed over them. They met with the rest of ENHYPEN, who were equally shocked, emotional, and eager to meet Y/N, the girl from Sunoo's dreams.

Together, they made their way to the hospital, convincing the doctor to let Y/N see Sunoo by explaining she was a close friend. The weight of the moment grew heavier with each step towards Sunoo's room.

Y/N's heart pounded with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. She chose Jay and Jake to accompany her into the room, while the others waited outside, their expressions a mix of hope and concern.

As they entered, Y/N's gaze immediately fell upon Sunoo, lying there in a coma, looking peaceful yet unnervingly still. The rhythmic beeping of the machines filled the room, a stark reminder of the gravity of the situation.

She took a seat beside him, gently taking his hand in hers. Her voice was soft but filled with emotion as she spoke to him. "Sunoo, it's Y/N. I'm here. I found you."

In the dream world, Sunoo sat on a deserted beach, feeling isolated and desperate. He had tried everything to wake up, even attempting to sleep within the dream, hoping it would somehow trigger his return to the waking world. He longed to see Y/N, to relive the memory of their kiss in reality.

As he wallowed in his sorrow, a faint voice began to break through the solitude. It was soft and distant, yet unmistakably Y/N's. Confused, he stood and followed the sound, her voice growing louder but still without a physical presence.

Then he heard her say she was with him, next to him in the hospital. Sunoo felt an inexplicable warmth in one hand, as if it was being held. Tears flowed freely down his cheeks. Y/N was there, with him, yet he was trapped in this dreamlike prison.

Back in the hospital, Y/N continued speaking to Sunoo, recounting their dream encounters and the kiss that had sealed their connection. Jay and Jake exchanged looks of astonishment; the details Y/N described matched Sunoo's dream narratives perfectly. The kiss, however, was new to them, as it had occurred during his coma.

As Y/N kissed Sunoo's hand, a single tear escaped from Sunoo's closed eyes, rolling down his cheek. His hand, in her gentle grasp, squeezed hers ever so slightly. It was a small, yet profound response, indicating that something was reaching him, breaking through the barriers of his comatose state.

Jake, witnessing this subtle yet significant reaction, hurried out of the room to find the doctor. The hope that had started as a flicker was now burning brighter.

Jay and Y/N remained by Sunoo's side, Y/N holding his hand, talking to him, urging him to find his way back to them. Each word was a lifeline, an anchor trying to pull Sunoo back from the depths of his unconsciousness.

"Sunoo, please come back to us. We're all here waiting for you," Y/N whispered, her voice breaking with emotion. "I'm here, Sunoo. Please, wake up."

In the bustling hospital corridor, Jake hurriedly explained to the doctor about Sunoo's reactions to Y/N's presence. "It’s Sunoo. He squeezed her hand and there were tears," he said, urgency lacing his voice.

The doctor, intrigued and cautiously optimistic, followed Jake back to Sunoo's room. The other members of ENHYPEN clustered around, a mix of hope and anxiety in their eyes.

Upon entering the room, the doctor observed the scene – Y/N holding Sunoo's hand, speaking to him with a gentle, unwavering voice. "Continue talking to him," the doctor encouraged Y/N. "It seems to be reaching him."

Encouraged by the doctor's words, Y/N spoke about Sunoo's music, expressing her longing to see him and his group perform live one day. She then shifted to talking about her book, how it was shaping up, inspired by their shared dreams.

"I can't wait for you to read it, Sunoo. It's our story, from a different perspective. And if you wake up soon, it'll have the happiest ending," she said, her voice filled with hope.

Finally, Y/N gathered her courage to express the words she had longed to say, words that Sunoo had only hoped to hear. "Sunoo, please. I love you," she whispered, clear and heartfelt.

In the dream world, Sunoo heard her confession. Tears fell from his eyes as he began to fade from the dream, his voice echoing in the space, "I love you too, Y/N. I'll tell you again when I wake up."

Back in the hospital room, a sudden change occurred. Sunoo's body jolted slightly, his grip on Y/N's hand strengthening as his eyes fluttered open. Jay and Jake gasped in disbelief, their eyes wide with shock and joy.

Jake spoke first, "Sunoo, are you okay?" But Sunoo's voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, betraying his long silence.

Sunoo's gaze then shifted to Y/N. His eyes, clouded with confusion, slowly roved over her face as if trying to place her in his awakened reality.

Y/N's heart plummeted with fear. Did he not remember her? Did their shared dreams mean nothing now?

But then, Sunoo blinked, and his expression transformed. The confusion gave way to recognition, then to a bright, knowing smile.

"Y/N..." he murmured, his voice weak but filled with warmth.

The doctor, witnessing the scene, was visibly impressed. "This is remarkable," he said, turning to the others in the room. "His response to her presence, it's extraordinary."

Y/N's eyes brimmed with tears, a mixture of relief and joy washing over her. "Sunoo, you're awake," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.

Sunoo tried to speak again, his voice barely above a whisper. "Y/N... I heard you... in my dreams."

The room was filled with a profound sense of wonder and elation. The other members, standing just outside the door, peered in, their faces lit up with smiles and tears. They had witnessed something miraculous - a bond so strong it transcended the barriers of unconsciousness, a love that had woven itself through the fabric of dreams into reality.

As the doctor began to check on Sunoo, ensuring his vital signs were stable, the atmosphere in the room was one of quiet celebration.

As the days passed, Y/N's visits to the hospital became the highlights of Sunoo's recovery. Each time she walked into the room, his face would light up with an unmistakable smile, a testament to the profound connection they shared.

During her visits, they talked endlessly. Sunoo shared more about his life as an idol, the ups and downs of his career, and the camaraderie he shared with his group members. He regaled her with anecdotes – humorous, embarrassing moments from their practices and casual hangouts, which brought laughter and groans from the other ENHYPEN members when they were around.

Then came a day when they found themselves alone, the room quiet except for the two of them. The mood shifted, becoming more intimate and reflective.

Sunoo turned to her, his expression serious yet filled with warmth. "I heard every word you said while I was in the coma, in the dream world. I remember all of it."

Y/N's heart fluttered at his confession, knowing that her words had reached him even in his deepest slumber.

Seeing the small space beside him on the bed, Sunoo shuffled, making room. He motioned for Y/N to join him. With a mix of shyness and excitement, Y/N carefully climbed onto the bed and snuggled close to him. The moment felt surreal, yet so right; her heart skipped a beat as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

Lying there, with her head resting on his shoulder, Sunoo whispered, "You mean so much to me. It's incredible how a dream brought us together."

Y/N looked up into his eyes, their gaze locking in a moment of deep understanding and affection. She leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on his lips, which he eagerly returned. When they finally pulled away, Sunoo echoed the words she had whispered to him in the hospital room before he awoke.

"I love you. I've wanted to say that for so long. It feels good to finally tell you now," he said, his voice tinged with emotion.

"I love you too, Sunoo," Y/N replied, her own voice filled with love and sincerity.

They leaned in for another kiss, a tender and sweet affirmation of their feelings.

It was during this intimate moment that Heeseung and Riki walked into the room, pausing at the sight of the two cuddled up together. For a moment, they just stood there, taking in the scene before them.

Riki couldn't help but tease, "Look at this, Heeseung. Seems like our Sunoo has found his dream girl, quite literally."

Heeseung smiled, a soft chuckle escaping him. "I guess dreams really do come true, huh?"

Sunoo and Y/N broke their embrace, both blushing slightly at being caught in such an intimate moment. Yet there was a sense of rightness to it, a feeling that what they had was meant to be.

"Guys, give us a moment," Sunoo said, his voice playful yet earnest.

Riki and Heeseung nodded, stepping out of the room with knowing smiles. As the door closed behind them, Sunoo turned back to Y/N, his eyes shining with happiness.

"This is just the beginning for us, isn't it?" he asked, his hand gently caressing her cheek.

Y/N nodded, her heart full. "Yes, the beginning of something beautiful."

The day Sunoo was finally discharged from the hospital was filled with a palpable sense of excitement and relief. The members of ENHYPEN and Y/N waited in the lobby, chatting amongst themselves, while Sunoo went to freshen up and change into the clothes his bandmates had brought for him.

When he emerged, dressed in his own clothes, the change in his demeanor was striking. His smile was brighter, his steps lighter, a clear sign of his eagerness to leave the confines of the hospital. He walked straight towards Y/N, wrapping his arms around her waist in a warm embrace, a gesture he had longed to make.

“I’ve been dreaming of this moment,” Sunoo said, his voice filled with happiness.

Y/N smiled, feeling his warmth. “I’m just glad you’re okay and out of here,” she replied, her heart swelling with affection.

As they exited the hospital, Sunoo asked Y/N about her remaining time in Korea. She mentioned she had a few weeks left, and his eyes lit up with plans.

“Then we’re going to make the most of it,” he declared. “I’ll take you to all my favorite places – the cafes, restaurants, everywhere I love in Seoul.”

The days that followed were a whirlwind of joy and exploration. Sunoo took Y/N on a tour of his world, sharing his favorite spots and creating new memories together. Their happiness was evident to all who saw them, and it wasn’t long before the news that Sunoo had a girlfriend – a special girlfriend – became known.

As the day of Y/N’s departure back to England approached, Sunoo’s mood turned visibly melancholic.

He clung to her, his face etched with a playful yet genuine pout. Y/N reassured him, “I’ll be back, Sunoo, and next time, for longer.”

The other ENHYPEN members watched from the car as Sunoo said his goodbyes. They had all grown fond of Y/N and would miss her presence. She had become more than just Sunoo’s girlfriend; she was a friend to them all.

As they shared their goodbye kiss, Sunoo, being his cheeky self, deepened the kiss, drawing a mix of laughter and blushes from both of them.

Back in England, Y/N recounted her entire experience to Emily, who was almost in disbelief. “I was joking when I said it might be fate, but this… this is like a miracle,” Emily exclaimed, her eyes wide with amazement.

Y/N smiled, her heart still full from the memories of her time in Korea. “It’s more than fate, Em. It’s like a dream come true,” she said, her thoughts drifting back to Sunoo, the dream world they had shared, and the reality they had created together.

Months passed, and the bond between Sunoo and Y/N continued to grow stronger despite the distance. Their daily conversations were filled with laughter, shared dreams, and plans for the future. Sunoo, ever enthusiastic and endearing, never missed an opportunity to express his excitement at seeing Y/N's face or hearing her voice over the phone.

As they chatted one day, Y/N was busy finalizing the details of her next trip to Korea. "I can't wait to see you again, Sunoo. We have so much to do together," she said, her voice tinged with anticipation.

"I'm counting down the days, Y/N. Every moment until you're here seems to stretch on forever," Sunoo replied, his tone playful yet sincere.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Y/N ventured to ask about Sunoo's fans' reactions to their relationship. "How are your fans taking the news about us?" she inquired gently.

Sunoo chuckled before responding, "I shared our story during a live broadcast. You should have seen their reactions! They were completely in awe, especially when I told them how you reached out to me during my coma."

"That's so sweet," Y/N said, her heart swelling with affection. "I'm glad they're supportive."

"You have no idea how much your love and support mean to me, Y/N. It's like a constant source of strength," Sunoo confessed, his voice soft yet filled with emotion.

Y/N smiled, feeling the warmth of his words through the phone. "And you to me, Sunoo. I feel so lucky to have you in my life."

The next day, Emily burst into Y/N's room with an infectious grin, brandishing two tickets to an ENHYPEN concert. "Guess what? We're going to see ENHYPEN live, front row! And it's in America!" she announced excitedly.

Y/N's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're kidding! That's amazing, Em!"

Emily, bubbling with excitement, continued, "I've planned everything – the flights, the hotel. And just think, you'll get to surprise Sunoo!"

Y/N laughed, a mixture of happiness and nerves fluttering in her stomach. "He's going to be so surprised. I can't believe you did this, Emily!"

As they made their preparations for the trip, Y/N couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation. The thought of seeing Sunoo perform live, of being there in the crowd, watching him on stage, filled her with an indescribable joy.

"Sunoo has no idea what's coming," Emily teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I can't wait to see the look on his face," Y/N replied, her heart racing at the thought.

The days leading up to the concert were a blur of excitement and planning. Y/N and Emily talked endlessly about the trip, from what they would wear to how they would surprise Sunoo.

Finally, the day of the concert arrived. As they took their seats in the front row, the anticipation in the air was electric. The lights dimmed, and the crowd erupted into cheers as ENHYPEN took the stage.

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she watched Sunoo perform. He was incredible on stage, his presence magnetic. As their eyes met during one of the songs, Sunoo's expression shifted from surprise to pure joy.

He flashed her a smile that spoke volumes, a smile that said, "I'm so glad you're here."

Throughout the concert, Y/N and Emily were swept up in the energy and excitement of the music and the crowd. It was an unforgettable experience, made all the more special by the shared glances and smiles between Y/N and Sunoo.

After the concert, as they waited backstage to see Sunoo, Y/N's nerves returned. She fidgeted with her concert bracelet, her mind racing with what she would say to him.

"You're going to make his night," Emily reassured her, giving her a supportive squeeze on the shoulder.

When Sunoo finally emerged, his eyes immediately found Y/N in the crowd. He rushed over, wrapping her in a tight embrace that lifted her off her feet. "I can't believe you're here," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N hugged him back just as fiercely. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world," she said, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

As they pulled away, Sunoo's bandmates gathered around, each taking their turn to greet Y/N and Emily. The atmosphere was one of warmth and camaraderie, a perfect end to an already perfect night.

As the date of Y/N’s return to Korea drew near, she brimmed with excitement, not just for the reunion with Sunoo, but also for the surprises she had in store for him. Her book, Dream State inspired by their unique journey, was now complete – edited, proofread, and ready for publication. But that was only part of the surprise.

The main revelation, which she guarded closely, was her successful application for a work visa. She was moving to Korea for a substantial amount of time, a decision driven by her desire to be closer to Sunoo and to explore the new chapter of her life that had begun to unfold there.

Upon landing in Korea, Y/N felt a mixture of nerves and excitement. She headed straight to the place where she and Sunoo had agreed to meet. As she saw him waiting, her heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t noticed her yet, giving her a moment to admire him from afar.

Taking a deep breath, she walked up to him. “Sunoo!” she called out.

Sunoo turned, and his face lit up with pure joy at the sight of her. In an instant, he closed the distance between them, lifting her into his arms in a warm, enthusiastic embrace. Y/N wrapped her arms and legs around him, laughing as he spun her around.

“Y/N, you’re here! I’ve missed you so much,” Sunoo said, setting her down but keeping her close.

“I’ve missed you too, Sunoo. And I have some surprises for you,” Y/N replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“A surprise? For me?” Sunoo’s curiosity was piqued.

“First, my book is finished. It’s all about our story – from dreams to reality. And it’s being published soon,” Y/N announced proudly.

“That’s amazing, Y/N! I can’t wait to read it,” Sunoo said, his eyes shining with pride.

“But there’s more,” Y/N continued, her heart pounding with anticipation. “I’ve got a work visa. I’m going to be staying in Korea for a lot longer than you think.”

Sunoo’s eyes widened in disbelief, and a moment later, his face broke into a wide, ecstatic grin. He pulled Y/N into a passionate, enthusiastic kiss, his happiness palpable.

As they broke the kiss, both of them breathless and grinning, the members of ENHYPEN approached, having witnessed the scene from a distance.

“Looks like Y/N has more than just a visit planned,” Heeseung commented with a smile.

“This is incredible! We’re going to have you around for a lot longer,” Jungwon added, his tone light and cheerful.

“Welcome to Korea, Y/N,” Jay said, joining in the chorus of welcoming voices.

The group’s reaction filled Y/N with a sense of belonging and joy. As the group chatted and laughed, making plans for the coming days, Y/N felt a deep sense of contentment. She was exactly where she was meant to be – with Sunoo, surrounded by friends, in a country that was quickly becoming her second home.

The days that followed were a blur of happiness and new experiences. Y/N started her new job, immersing herself in the culture and life in Korea. She and Sunoo spent every possible moment together, their love growing stronger with each passing day.

Sunoo often joked that their love story was like a fairy tale, one that he had never imagined would become his reality. Y/N would smile and remind him that sometimes, dreams do come true.

Their story, which had begun in a world of dreams, had blossomed into a beautiful reality, filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities. And as they looked into each other’s eyes, they knew that this was just the beginning of their happily ever after.

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chapter thirty-eight — on the cover

➝ check now the new issue of karriere by der standard magazine!

➝ word count: 2,6k

➝ warnings: none

➝ author’s note: well, the hiatus is over. after a few turbulent months in my personal life, with a layoff and a hiring involved, in addition to depressive episodes, i am finally back in front of the keyboard to continue writing my stories. i appreciate the kind messages i received from everyone who still wanted to read more about elisabeth and cassie. they were of paramount importance for me to go ahead. i hope you like this chapter.

SEPTEMBER, 2017

A Flower Blooms On The Asphalt

Toto Wolff and Elisabeth Lauda talk about business, family and the next step in the relationship that rocked the world of Formula 1

By Rosa Winkler-Hermaden

They say that first impressions are lasting impressions, and the first impression one gets when watching Elisabeth Lauda and Toto Wolff together is that they are not your average couple. Both possess a presence that's impossible to ignore, courtesy of his tall stature and her piercing blue eyes, and the sense of poise and seriousness both of them exude, even in a setting as relaxed as this one.

Watching the two settle down on the sofa for the conversation, held in the couple's penthouse located in the Innere Stadt, it's hard not to not get the impression that the two of them are indeed “Austrian motorsport’s royalty”, a nickname given to the couple by the reporter Ted Kravitz, of Sky Sports F1. Considering who we're talking about, it's a very apt way to describe the couple, even though they vehemently deny it.

“It's a definition that I find funny, but I don’t necessarily agree with it. Neither Elisabeth nor I expect things to be done for us, let alone have figurative roles on the team. We are two completely normal people, we work and strive to provide the best working environment for everyone on the team”, Toto says, while holding his partner's hand.

“I think who my father is lends itself to the description, but I don’t really think it’s an accurate view of who Toto and I are as people. Like he said, we are completely normal people. We were just lucky enough to find each other in the middle of all this mess”, Elisabeth tells me, which makes Toto smile, his dark eyes glued to the small diamond sparkling on her left ring finger. The mess she is referring to, of course, is Formula 1, a world that today is the backdrop for, according to magazines and newspapers across Europe, “the greatest love story in sport to date”.

It’s a story that all starts in downtown Vienna.

Mixing business with pleasure

As her surname suggests, Elisabeth Lauda is the youngest daughter of three-time Formula 1 champion Niki Lauda and his wife of over 40 years, Marlene. With her beauty inherited from her mother and the acerbic personality of her father, she grew up between Austria and Ibiza, with a period in Italy in the 1990s when Niki worked for Ferrari. With a life between the Spanish island and her home country, as well as a few years studying at the Lycée Français in Vienna made her a polyglot. In addition to her native German, she speaks Catalan, Italian, French and English. “We're even on this one, we both know five languages apiece”, Toto comments, with a mischievous smile.

With two business degrees and an MBA from the University of Vienna, Liesl, as Toto calls her, was never interested in the world of motorsport. She says that she always preferred to work together with her father in his business outside of racing; the management of airlines and other investments he’d made in the early 2000’s.

“My father always said that, for matters related to Formula 1, he was in charge. I was never even tempted to delve into that world, that was something he did with my brothers. Things started to change when he received an invitation from Daimler to buy shares in Mercedes-Benz GP, which meant he would take the position of non-executive director of the team. He asked me if I wanted to help him with the project, and so, Formula 1 became another business interest of mine”, Elisabeth says.

Unlike his partner, Toto Wolff fell in love with speed in his late teens. He didn’t grow up watching racing, despite the fact that he does recall watching his father-in-law compete on television. After watching Philipp Peter, a friend of his from Vienna, compete in German Formula 3, the young man became convinced that this was what he wanted to do with his life. However, his reality was quite different.

Growing up in an upper-middle-class neighborhood in Vienna, his life changed drastically when his father, Sven, was diagnosed with an incurable form of cancer. It wasn't long before the business went bankrupt and his parents separated. Joanna, his mother, was left having to care for Toto and his sister, Lili, as a single mother. The dream of being a driver seemed distant, especially with his family’s financial difficulties. However, by pooling the savings from some Christmas and birthday gifts, Toto was able to buy (ironically) a SEAT Ibiza to start racing in Austria.

However, his fairy tale was short-lived. After a few unpromising seasons in Formula Ford and without the support of his main sponsor, who pulled out after the death of Roland Ratzenberger in 1994, he found himself taking another path.

“I entered university in a Business course, but ended up dropping out after I got an internship at a bank in Warsaw. I thought I would learn more in the real world, so I dove in. It's not something I really recommend, but, at the time, it seemed like a good idea. I learned a lot about investments and how to read the markets there, so that was a good thing” ,Toto says. He built some wealth by making lucky investments in early tech startups, which gave Wolff the chance to fulfill another dream: owning a Formula 1 team.

He became an investor first in HWA, a motorsport supplier that ran the Mercedes DTM factory team, which eventually led to him investing in the storied Williams F1 team. His work with Williams caught the eye of Wolfgang Bernhard, part of the board of directors of Daimler, the parent company of Mercedes, in the summer of 2012. Mercedes had re-entered Formula 1 in 2010 after taking over the Brawn GP outfit, and struggled in its first two seasons back in the sport. After a meeting with Dieter Zetsche, chairman of the board, he was invited to buy shares, along with Niki Lauda. “The turning point”, according to Wolff.

The couple's first contact was in September 2012, at a dinner at the Edvard restaurant, in downtown Vienna. Elisabeth laughs as she remembers arriving at the place with her father after an unexpected delay, as well as the moment she saw Wolff for the first time.

“My father arrived at the table, started greeting everyone and I started to ask myself why I was there, since I didn't know anyone, I hadn't participated in any meetings, I wasn't directly involved in the operation. Until he”, Elisabeth says, turning her head toward Toto. “He got up to talk to my dad and all I could think about was how beautiful his smile was”.

Wolff is more direct about his first impression of Elisabeth. "I'm a bit of a pessimistic man and particularly skeptical about love. I've been married and divorced once, so I figured the whole “romance” thing wasn't for me. And then she walks into the restaurant and it's like my heart said 'wait, I think we can try again'. And I decided to give it a try".

Although they didn't really talk much during that first dinner, they did get a chance to grow closer over lunch in Singapore. “The way he told me about his life, the details, the twinkle in his eye, that enchanted me. It felt like I was talking to someone I had known forever. There was a feeling of familiarity, of comfort. It was like I had finally found my home”, Elisabeth says, as Toto kisses her on the hand.

However, the couple took a while to get together. There was some hesitation on her part, especially considering her involvement in the team’s operations, given who her father is. “I feared how our involvement might look to others, especially investors. As much as we had a known and public friendship, at the negotiation table it could sound as if we were in collusion, which was not true”, she says.

That hesitation meant that each of them stepped back from their burgeoning relationship. Toto even had an affair with a French model in the meantime, but it didn't last long. “I couldn’t get Elisabeth out of my head,” Wolff explains, a shy smile on his face. Shortly thereafter, the two kicked off their relationship, which was surprisingly well-received by both of their families.

“Everyone’s reaction was something between 'finally' and 'I already knew', so I think we were just postponing something that was going to happen one way or another all this time", Elisabeth says. “You were putting it off”, Toto says, as Elisabeth shakes her head. “I wasn't”, she replies, while Wolff smiles mischievously.

The harmony between them is visible, even when they disagree on something. And that is a key element for the results that this partnership has achieved.

Communication as the key to success

Since 2014, the team commanded by the couple has won the Formula 1 constructors’ title three years in a row. The championship for individual drivers — the World Drivers’ Championship — has been won by a Mercedes driver since 2014 as well. At this point, history is set to repeat itself, though both Elisabeth and Toto deny that it is a certainty at this point.

“The results of the last few years have been incredible, but that doesn't mean we have everything in our hands, this year was proof of that. We weren’t as consistent during the first part of the season as in previous years, which cost us points in several races”, Toto says. "Ferrari did an excellent job this year and we had to fight to recover, especially after what happened in Monaco with Lewis’ car".

When asked if she agrees with her partner's assessment, Elisabeth smiles. “Yes, at this point, I agree. Nothing we have achieved came on a golden platter, it is the result of the effort of more than two thousand people in Brackley and Brixworth. The results belong to everyone, not just to those on the podium with the trophy”, she says. They seem to be mostly in agreement on everything, a picture of teamwork and harmony. I ask about it.

“Definitely not all the time”, he says, stifling a laugh. “Toto likes to say that he fell in love with the most headstrong woman in Austria, which is accurate, I think. Contrary to what many people think, I have firm positions on things. I'm not easily influenced, especially when it comes to business”, Elisabeth explains. Despite sounding like a source of conflict, the two cite their ability to communicate as their major strength together.

“Elisabeth and I had very different lives and paths until we met. It's completely normal and expected that we have different opinions and views on things, but we talk a lot and we always try to reach a middle ground”, Toto says. “Of course, when it comes to Mercedes, given the fact that Elisabeth is a representative of her father and not necessarily a shareholder, sometimes the conversation needs to be with Niki and not with her. But we always work with dialogue, on all fronts”, he completes, while his companion nods positively.

Of course, they can’t avoid all conflict, and Elisabeth confirms this herself. “We are still a normal couple. We argue, we try to understand each other, and we try to put our best vision on the table. But the fact that we managed to make our relationship work both in the workplace and at home is a sign of our maturity, I think”.

When asked if dialogue is the key to the team's success, the couple looks at each other, smiling. “It's difficult to attribute all the success of recent years to a single factor. But, I believe that communication, not just between the two of us, but within the organization, is extremely important”, Toto responds.

At this point, Elisabeth says that she wants a cup of coffee, and offers one to her partner and me. Toto refuses, giving his partner a good-natured jab about her caffeine intake. “I only appreciate the finer things in life”, she replies, planting a kiss on his cheek before getting up and heading to the kitchen.

A bright future

As we enjoy an espresso together, the couple talks about housekeeping and decorating. I ask about the pictures on the mantel above the fireplace. There are pictures of the couple by themselves, pictures of Toto’s two children from his previous marriage, and pictures of the Lauda family. Looking at all of it at once, it is impossible not to admire how the two of them have created a brilliant professional and personal life.

But, what about the future?

“We both intend to stay at Mercedes for a few more years. It's a long-term project, for both of us”, Elisabeth responds. "We renewed our contracts at the beginning of this year, until 2020 at least, then we will remain in the paddock for a few more seasons".

“We're both on the same page in that regard. We both have ambitions and desires in common and we know that, together, we will be able to achieve them”, completes Toto. When asked what those ambitions might be, he smiles. “We want to take Mercedes to the top, make everyone recognize it for the greatness it has. The brand has spent a long time away from Formula 1 and we both want to recover the lost decades. So far, I think we’re succeeding”.

They have more intimate, family-related desires as well. “We want to provide the best environment for them”, Elisabeth says, pointing to one of the photos of her stepchildren. “Have the best experiences and be happy. We make a great effort to have as normal a family life as possible, considering their routine, their mother's and ours. Fortunately, we are also having success”.

However, it is not their only wish. “We're also thinking of expanding the family”, Toto comments quietly, as Elisabeth jabs him with her elbow. Laughing, he explains. “If it were up to me, we'd already have a little boy running around the house, but Liesl is more traditional. First love, then marriage, then the baby”, Toto says, while Elisabeth blushes.

Asked about motherhood, she gives a shy smile. “I have a big family and I already have two nephews, so having kids has always been on my mind. After my stepchildren came into my life, I felt that desire grow even more. But it's not something immediate, especially considering our routine”. “And the fact that we aren’t married”, Toto adds, smiling.

When I ask about the ring on Elisabeth’s finger, she and Toto look at each other with knowing smiles, almost as if they were deciding whether or not to share the news. “Yes, we’ve taken the first step. We are engaged”, Toto finally responds. “Personally, I never imagined that I would be engaged after forty, but life hides some admirable surprises, and one of them was Liesl”.

When I ask her about the proposal, Elisabeth gives me a smile. “It wasn't traditionally romantic, but it was extremely meaningful for both of us”, she says. “I had thought about proposing during the days we spent in Ibiza, but I ended up not getting it. It ended up being here in the penthouse, inside the office, which was still meaningful for us”, Toto says, his thumb stroking the skin of her hand.

They don’t yet have a date or venue in mind, but both of them agree that it will be a small, private affair. “It's something we agreed on regarding the event. No crowds or spotlights. It will be something private, for us to share this moment with the ones we love, nothing more”, Elisabeth explains.

Asked if they feel that is the logical step to be taken in the relationship, Toto is adamant. “Yes. There is no one else I would want to be with in this world”, he replies, before putting his arm around her and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

It is impossible to doubt him.

#toto wolff #formula 1 fic #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #wlffog #formula one fanfic #scwlff

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hisui-dreamer · 9 months

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✧⁠ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕓𝕪𝕦𝕝✦

🌸→ headcanons

🌼→ fics

🪻→ blurbs

All ♦️♣️♥️♠️

《golden to the core》 — how does he treat his lover who's the embodiment of sunshine? 🌸

《slipped away》 — he took your affections for granted until you slipped away🪻

《definitely not prophetic!》— you keep having these incandescently happy dreams of him🪻

《once upon a dream...?》 — you've been having dreams with a faceless man that treats you like you're his world🪻

《he's home》 — he's finally home after being away for so, so long🪻

《we're here together》 — dating him at school 🌸

《forgive me, love?》 — he can't really stay mad at you at all🪻

《not so secret》 — receiving a bouquet dedicated to you from a secret admirer🪻

Riddle Rosehearts 🌹

❝The Queen of Hearts’ rules are absolute. If you ever were to break them… you already know what would happen, don’t you?❞

《may i have your attention?》 — how does he react when you tickle him? 🌸

《attention, please?》 — he tickles you back in revenge for not paying attention 🌸

《the warmth of your arms》 — what are his sleeping habits with you? 🌸

《serenade of serenity》 — he found a gentle and comforting love despite everything🌼

《love will find a way》 — you had to raise your child without him, but it is your child, who brings you back to him 🌸

《stolen hearts》 — oh dear, riddle rosehearts had broken a rule of the Queen of Hearts?!🌼

《a letter never meant to be delivered》 — you find a letter left on his desk and find his feelings for you have overflowed onto it🌼

《ode to the queen of hearts》 — others called him a tyrant, but he was your dearest lover 🌼

《a textbook guide to an amusement park date》 — taking your rule-abiding boyfriend to an amusement park is a surprisingly fun experience to say the least 🌸

《no hesitation》 — he didn't realise it, but there was no hesitating when it came to protecting you🪻

Ace Trappola ❤️

❝Stop daydreaming. Don’t you know you can get lost in the rose maze?❞

《promises of the future》 — studying on your own would be so much more efficient, but you always loved spending time with him🌼

《ode to the ace of hearts》 — there were more than enough people who wanted to punch him in the face, but you still adored that stupid grin 🌼

《cute and fluffy!》 — how the first years get along with your cute and fluffy dog familiar 🌸

《i'm a mastermind》 — what if he told you none of it was accidental🪻

《the heart's belonging》 — in which ace finds you far too beautiful and can't help getting jealous when others realise that too🌼

Deuce Spade ♠️

❝I’ll become a committed man, just like a card soldier. That’s what I made up my mind to do.❞

《his unconditional acceptance》 — you're insecure about how skinny you are, but he'll love you regardless 🌸

《cook your way to your man's heart!》 — the way to a man's heart is through his stomach! 🌸

《love will find a way》 — you had to raise your child without him, but it is your child, who brings you back to him 🌸

《ode to the two of spades》 — he had many flaws, but you loved all of them 🌼

《hearts amidst firelight》 — as you watched the fireflowers bloom across the night sky, you felt your feelings spill forth 🌼

《cute and fluffy!》 — how the first years get along with your cute and fluffy dog familiar 🌸

Trey Clover ♣️

❝Perfect timing! Would you mind helping me paint the roses red?❞

《won't you focus on me?》 — he tickles you back in revenge for not paying attention 🌸

《pay attention!》 — when they aren't paying attention to you, what better way to get their attention than a tickle attack? 🌸

《ode to the three of clubs》 —he appeared ordinary, but he was radiant in your eyes 🌼

《i'm a mastermind》 — what if he told you none of it was accidental🪻

《we are one》 — you had to raise your child without him, but it is your child, who brings you back to him 🌸

Cater Diamond ♦️

❝You have to have fun with croquet and Unbirthday parties ♪❞

《i'm a mastermind》 — what if he told you none of it was accidental🪻

《ode to the four of diamonds》 — your diamond was never dull, he was beyond radiant 🌼

#masterlist #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst wonderland

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racfoam · 11 months

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A gift for @leafiloaf as a thank you for all the wonderful Harrymort art you give us. We love you, Leafi. Sending love to you ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

This is a Canon, Post-War Harrymort one shot fic I'm working on. It is still very much a WIP. I hope to finish it maybe by Harry's birthday and send it as a birthday fic for the birthday boy. 🥹

A post from tumblr about stars I saw inspired me to write it. It still lacks descriptions and everything, but I'm sending the heart of the fic.

“Where are —” Harry cut off with a gasp. Stars glittered above them. “It is still 31st July here.” said Voldemort. “I learned a while ago about the whole ‘most of the stars we see in the sky are actually already dead because they're so far away that we're seeing them as they were thousands of years ago.’ ” said Harry, continuing to stare up at the sky. He felt a bit sad to have found this out. He always thought the stars, despite how far away they were, were still burning brightly. The thought of them being dead, with only their light left, saddened him. “That is a myth, because stars live so long that it's unlikely many, if any, of them have burned out yet.” said Voldemort. “Really?” asked Harry, a smile lighting his face, happiness spreading through his chest. Why hasn’t Harry thought of that? “I’m still glad that myth exists because there's something about the thought of the sky as a graveyard of stars that endears me.” murmured Voldemort. “It’s interesting because one day that will be true for some people in some planet out there, but we are so young, the universe is so young, that we live in a time when we get to see more stars born than we ever will see die. There’s poetry in looking up and seeing a star graveyard, but I think there’s also poetry in looking up and seeing a star nursery.” “Like, momento mori but also momento vivere.” “What do you see it as?” asked Harry. “A nursery,” said Voldemort. Harry supposed he knew why Voldemort liked to see it as a nursery. Stars live a long time. “What do you like to see it as, Harry?” Voldemort asked him, turning his serpentine face to Harry. “A graveyard or a nursery?” “I don’t know yet,” said Harry sincerely. “Can’t I just see them for what they are? Does it matter if they’re dead or alive?” “What are they to you, then, Harry? What are the stars to you?” asked Voldemort. Harry turned his face up to the canvas of the night sky, littered with shining, sparkling diamonds of stars, each shining its own vibrant, mesmerising light. “Beautiful,” Harry breathed, smiling up at the magical night sky of glittering jewels of stars far away. “They’re beautiful.” Voldemort's skeletal fingers reached for Harry's, and Harry reached back. Their fingers interlaced gently. “Happy birthday, Harry.” said Voldemort softly. Together, they watched the stars.

Hope you liked it, Leafi! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

#harrymort #tomarrymort #tomarry #harry james potter #lord voldemort #hp fanfiction

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myfavouritelunatic · 1 year

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The Blacksmith

This is it. The final chapter. I cannot believe we're here. I hope you all enjoy it! ❤️

Pairing: Halbrand/Sauron x Female Reader; Galadriel x Female Reader; light Haladriel/Saurondriel.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: None

Links to Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Twenty-One, Twenty-Two, Twenty-Three, Twenty-Four, Twenty-Five, Twenty-Six, Twenty-Seven, Twenty-Eight, Twenty-Nine, Thirty, Thirty-One, Thirty-Two, Thirty-Three, Thirty-Four, Thirty-Five, Thirty-Six, and Thirty-Seven!

Chapter Thirty-Eight/Epilogue

Your eyes stung as they flung open, searing white light consuming the entirety of your vision. Gasping for air as if you had never breathed it in before, you begged your eyes to adjust to your new surroundings, your fear of the unknown taking hold. You commanded your body to rise, and stand upright, and it obeyed, but not in a fashion you were familiar with. It felt as if you were floating, levitating now over the surface upon which you had been laid. Casting your vision downward, your body was clothed in stars. It was a fabric of unknown origin, clinging to your form like a mist over mountains, with twinkles of light scattered through it. Curious, you moved your hand slowly down to feel it, and gasped when it passed right through you. A strange tingling buzzed from your fingertips up to the top of your head. This made you giggle.

Looking up ahead, the white light was still blinding, but had begun to subside, or at least become easier on the eyes to take in. For the entire environment was colourless, no dimensions of any kind to be made out, no horizon, no earth, no sky, just white space, empty and endless. But then, there was music. A faint sound you weren't sure at first if you were hearing it or imagining it. Though as it's volume increased, it entered your ears and spread within your luminescent figure. The beauty and power of it was overwhelming, and you smiled, crying tears of joy. Invisible instruments and voices made up a great symphony that was unlike any music you had ever heard. It was almost tangible, the only thing in this boundless space besides yourself that could take on form.

It excited you greatly, filling you with a sense of purpose like you had never felt. Suddenly you were spinning, twirling, watching as the stars and mists of you danced about in unison as you floated in time to the heavenly harmonies and melodies. It was bliss. Though something unexpected happened to slow your movements. Without any doubt, you had heard your name called out to you, weaved into the song, yet separate enough to be distinguished. But it was the voice that called it out that took you aback.

It was your mother.

She arrived steadily, emerging into dazzling colour from the all encompassing whiteness. Her form was covered in a gown made of the sea itself, peaceful and tranquil at her shoulders, though it's waves raged against each other at the bottom as she swept towards you, a hem of sea foam moving as if on sand. She smiled at you with her diamond eyes, embracing you completely, and it felt as if your spirits were merging. The water of her did not dampen you though, nor did the colour of her ocean become affected by your starry mist, yet you were as one. Mother and daughter, reunited at last. "My child… I have long been waiting for this time to come." Her voice was almost the same as you remembered it, with an added ethereal quality that made you smile even wider. "I knew I would see you again. You were watching over me, guiding me. You never left me." "It was my purpose, my destiny, to keep you in the light. Just as it was your destiny to leave Arda before the darkness would consume you fully."

"The… darkness…" A flash of fire engulfed you, as the images of your life appeared before you, reminding you of the only existence you had known. You had been so caught up in this otherworldly euphoria that you had somehow left all thought of it behind with your earthly body. Halbrand came back to you, your love, your king, your destiny… or so you had thought. Now your tears became droplets of sorrow, of grief for what you had lost. "Mother… this… this can't be my destiny! I… I'm meant to stay with Halbrand… to ensure that goodness endures in Middle-earth…" A powerful sense of dread invaded you as a realisation struck you. "If I'm gone… then… then…" You couldn't bring yourself to say it, so instead, the words came out of you in a different way, manifesting before you the aftermath of your demise.

You and your mother watched on in silence as Halbrand succumbed to his grief, and succumbed to Sauron. The tears were streaming out of you now, a river that flowed down and into the sea that surrounded your mother. This was Sauron like you had never witnessed. It was pure unadulterated power. The display of which you had heard mention of, but never truly believed that the man you loved was capable of exhibiting such force. Yet it was occurring right before you as if you were standing still in the town square having never left. He had dominion over the elements, conjuring fire, summoning lightning, needing no sword to strike his enemies.

Though it seemed he still took pleasure in the elegance of a sharp blade. Your blade. Sauron murdered Olwenna and Padrig, and your pain was immense. But you were not hateful towards your love, even still, even after seeing this horrid sight… you understood him. Fighting because he must, and because all meaning had been lost, taken away from him. The light had fled with you, nowhere to be found within him. As if the sun itself had been extinguished. Only darkness would remain.

You could feel your grief turn to anger, your sorrow to rage, building quickly within your spirit. The mist that covered you began to darken and your stars dwindled as they fell victim to your change. A new voice entered your ear then, as you drifted back the vision to the moments before your lifeless body became no more. You closed your eyes, imagining your spirit back within your flesh, wanting to hear the words spoken as if your dead body was actually listening. The language was black speech, and although you had never heard it, you understood exactly what it meant.

"And now the fire that burns so blindingly… is our love immortal, burning for eternity."

Sauron's lament, once lines of a loving stanza he had sung to you by the fire. Now they took on a different meaning. Your spirit could not take anymore. The demented screams that escaped you now were carried on a black smoke that billowed quickly from your mouth. The sound clashed almost violently with the serene orchestra that had brought you such joy only moments earlier. It was twisted, deformed, inhuman. It was all you were now.

"Hold onto me, daughter…" You could hear your mother's peaceful voice on the edge of your shriek, your dark music. You turned to see her waves reaching for you, the hand of her spirit outstretched. The screaming endured, and she was enveloped by your charcoal plumes. "SEND… ME… BACK…" you cried, demanding to leave this place, to be apart of it's blissful music no longer. "You want me to remain in the light… I cannot do so here! For parted… Sauron and I will only bring darkness to whatever realm we occupy. I will infect this place, mother… I will be a plague upon it! Is that what you want?"

The smoke from you was fast filling the white space, the music drowned out and replaced by your haunting. Now your mother's tears flowed down and into her ocean. "The time at which your life ended… was a point of no return. There was only shadow ahead. It was the last chance to ensure you left Arda with light in you. I had to protect you." "Why?" you shouted at her, monstrously. "Because a mother loves her daughter… and would sacrifice anything to keep her." "What have you done!?" The weight of your mother's actions hit you with blunt force. "All of your interference only led to our darkness being unleashed! Halbrand is lost!" "My child… I am afraid his dark descent was inevitable… I had to spare you of it… save you." "SEND ME BACK!" you demanded hopelessly, not even questioning if your mother had to power to do so or not. She seemed to be responsible for ripping you out of the arms of your love, why would she not be able to return you to him? "That is something that I cannot do. Your spirit belongs with me now. Until we are called upon to serve our greater purpose."

The opaque fumes that had emanated from you had now completely covered the realm in which you both resided. The music could be heard no longer, and now peace, bliss, was something you would perhaps never find. Existing now in eternal heartache, parted forever from your love, only able to look upon him from a great distance, and watch as he continued on in his world, without his queen by his side…

*****

The lands of Mordor trembled under the power of the fiery mountain, its eruptions sending the blood of Middle-earth up into the sky and down upon the ground, scorching it. New vibrations suddenly began to clash with those of nature, for a great army was marching in, invading the ash covered plains, bracing to war with their enemy. The dark lord stood atop his dark tower, Barad-dûr, a looming symbol of his power within his domain, threatening and evil. Lightning in the distance provided a striking backdrop for the Nazgûl as they flew across the impending battlefield, the screeches of their fell beasts echoing across the landscape. Sauron watched, amused by the attempts of men and elves to conquer him.

His charcoal armour sounded in the air with every step he took, pacing on the precipice of his tower, gazing downward as his orcs howled and readied themselves to fight in his name, banners of The Eye blowing fiercely in the wind. His muted brown hair flowed out long behind him, underneath the six spired crown he wore, signifying his rule. He had grown rather fond of the idea of wearing one ever since his first kingship. Indeed it was the very same crown, only transformed by his own forging, crafted to represent his presence now as the dark lord. Sauron's thoughts of his brief time in Pelargir were never far from his mind. In fact, the city still stood all these years later, untouched by his shadow since the day he left.

Since the day you left.

He grinned, closing his slitted eyes, taking in a deep breath, feeling as if your spirit was passing into him. Sauron always felt you near, for though you had died, it was as he had said, your spirit would always linger, stoking the fire of his beating heart. "Oh my love…" he whispered to you, "Look who comes for slaughter…" he snickered devilishly, the fast drumming of his heart your response as his excitement took hold. It was then he turned to face you, the one ring on his armoured finger, glistening in the flames of Mount Doom, it's power unmatched, transcendent, making the dark lord almost a being of pure omniscience. Feeling it's pull, he glanced at it proudly, for his achievement was great. Though it was not what he considered to be his best work. That, was what he gazed upon now.

For in the very centre of the summit of Barad-dûr, there stood a statue. A monument, an effigy… of you. Wrought in blackened iron, your love had crafted an image of you, capturing your beauty, your love, and your reign as queen. For on your form was shaped your diadem atop your head, and your wedding gown which Sauron had captured expertly, down to the detail within the billowing sleeves of pearl. He had recreated the way the dress had moved, even with this statue as still as the night, it looked as if it were fluttering elegantly in the wind.

This sculpture was also your tomb, and the last touch added to the dark tower upon its completion. Inside the great forge of the mountain, your love had fused your ashes within the iron, giving you new life, a new vessel from which to rule. Sauron stepped towards your ethereal figure, gazing up at the soft smile he had carved on your face, and he took off the sharp metal glove from his left hand, revealing his wedding ring. He had never removed it. Placing that same hand upon your own ringed finger, connecting the two bands of your love he had made for you both in Pelargir, Sauron beamed up at you as a single tear shed from him. The wind blew around him then in a circular motion, just as it did that day when your ashes had spiralled around him in farewell. He couldn't help but let out a loving laugh, and just for a moment, he was a humble blacksmith again, working a forge on Númenor, greeting a beautiful woman who had stumbled upon his workshop. And now, he beheld his greatest creation. The meaning of his life.

Sauron kissed your hand gently, grateful to have his queen by his side. As it was destined. Though together, but very much apart, the darkness was victorious over the light, and the shadow of Sauron, of Barad-dûr, of you swept across the lands, and the lady of light was ever out of reach.

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Thank you so much to ALL OF YOU who have taken the time to read my story. I really cannot put into words how it makes me feel. To those of you who have been on this journey since I posted the first chapter, to those who jumped on during the ride, and to those who have found this right at the end... you all have a place in my heart. I truly hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I did writing it. It's changed my life. And that's mostly thanks to all of you. I am eternally grateful. Now... onto the next! ❤️❤️❤️

#halbrand x reader #sauron x reader #halbrand/sauron x reader #galadriel x reader #haladriel #saurondriel #halbrand #sauron #galadriel #the rings of power #trop #trop fanfic #lord of the rings #lotr

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