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#and i asked him to put a bucket of wine on the floor. hes like no thats weird i'll just put it on the seat

euno11a · 4 months

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Tattooed Hearts

Genre: No one to someone Tattoo artist! Jungkook X Reader

Summary: What happened to us? Why did we end up like this? It was only a one time thing. Now it’s ruined us both.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, mentions of hookups, insults, arguing, blood, mentions of period

Edit: Hey guys, I got this idea for some reason and was thinking of making it into a series, so let me know if you enjoy it and want a part two :)

Pt II • Pt III • Pt IV • Pt V • Pt VI • Pt VII • Pt VIII

*** You weren’t one to put out, always waiting for the one person who made you feel special. But you never seemed to feel that, except for when you were with Jungkook. He made you special, he made you happy, he made you feel loved. Maybe giving yourself to him was your mistake, but how could you not? He looked so handsome with his piercings and tattoos. That’s where you should’ve known what you did was a mistake. Sleeping with him was never on your bucket list, sure you’d thought about it before, but you never intended for anything to actually happen. It felt good, it always did, but the pain of being pushed out always pained you after. Mistakes get made, but this one hurt too much.

Sobbing on the bathroom floor was something you’d never wanted to do when it came to a guy. But seeing him with that girl hurt, way too much. Why weren’t you used to this yet? It’s happened before, get used to it. “He doesn’t deserve your tears, Y/N, please stop crying…” Lindsay, your friend, pleaded. She’d been here when it first happened, the other hundred times it had happened, and now. Maybe you were the stupid one for never taking her advice. Now, you hated calling anything stupid, nothing was stupid. There was always reason for something being one way and not the other, but you were just stupid for how many times you’d fallen for his tricks. Tattoos make a story when on your skin, most of the time. The story behind your tattoo was that you’d fallen for a handsome tattoo artist, letting him sweep you off your feet, wine and dine you and then fuck you. Big mistake. It’s almost funny how many mistakes you’ve made with him. Going the day after to get your tattoo finished was not the happy ending you were expecting, instead finding a woman walk out of his office looking drunk off of sex. Just like you did. He apologized, wine and dined you, then fucked you again. The same thing happened. Something wasn’t clicking, stay away from him; he’s bad for you; he’s using you; all things you should’ve listened to, but didn’t. That was on you, you decided to keep going back and keep getting your heart broken. That was until now, countless nights of crying about him, going back to him, waiting for him to call and use you again, you were done.

Wiping your tears for the last time, you wouldn’t let this man or any man make you cry like that ever again. That was a promise. ***

“Are you ever gonna get that tattoo finished?” Lindsay asked as she placed the bowl of popcorn between you two. It was Wednesday night, your scheduled movie night. “I think it would look really cool actually completed.”

You placed some popcorn in your mouth, thinking for a moment, “I don’t know…I think it looks kinda cool now!” Placing the blanket over your legs, you looked at your shoulder, a half finished tattoo of a skeleton hand holding a rose.

“Girl, don’t lie, you need to get it finished. Please? I’ve been looking at it for so long, I can’t stand it anymore! How are you not annoyed it’s only half done?!” She was adamant about making you get it finished, partially because she wanted you to go back to rub it in Jungkook’s face how amazing you were and what he lost when he slummed it with those other women.

“Fine! Fine! I’ll get it finished, but you need to get me tteokbokki after, got it?” It was something you’d dreaded, but having the feeling inside that you’d let him win by not seeing him again was eating at you from the inside.

Lindsay squealed in joy, clapping her hands, “ I’m gonna make you so hot! He’s gonna regret sleeping with those other bitches!”

“Whoa, whoa, I’m going to get my tattoo finished, not see him. And don’t call them bitches! Women stick up for women, no matter how fucked up some might be.” Secretly, you were hoping to make him jealous or upset with how he left you. He deserved to feel like shit.

“Okay, okay, sorry…I’M GONNA GET MY HEELS!!” Lindsay yelled as she ran out of the living room to grab her heels from her room. I sighed, knowing that I couldn’t stop her.

***

A week later, you walked into the shop, seeing the familiar face of RM. He was one of the piercers that worked in the parlour, “Y/N, hey, it’s been a while!” He spoke with a big smile, happy to see you again. With the time you’d spent there before everything, you’d befriended his friends. It felt unfair leaving them behind after it all.

“Yeah, hi, how’ve you been?” Even though Jungkook was nowhere to be seen, you couldn’t help but feel a lump growing in your throat.

RM had a bright smile on his face, one that he’d always had that always managed to make your day better. “Good! I’ve been good, uh, how can I help you today?” He asked, standing up from behind the front desk.

“I want to get my tattoo finished. I think it’s finally time.” You gave him a small smile, he’d known about what happened between you and Jungkook. It was hard not to know, he was friends with him after all.

“Alright, we can do that! Let me see…V could take you.” He looked up from the computer, seeing what was open now. You nodded your head, willing to take anyone who wasn’t Jungkook.

They’d gotten you situated at a station, instructing you to take off your sweater. Your half finished tattoo was now on display, waiting to be finished. V was nice, making small talk here and there, making sure you were comfortable with everything and that nothing was too painful. Pain wasn’t your thing, yes, you had to go through a period every month and maybe one day give birth, but you had a low pain tolerance. He used to squeeze your thigh, kiss your neck, finger you to keep you calm…stop it! Don’t think about him! He’s not in your life anymore, don’t waste precious thinking space on him! Not thinking about the needle piercing your skin was abruptly stopped when you felt a prick, yelping, you moved your shoulder away. V looked at you with wide eyes, “ I’m sorry! Was that painful? Oh god, are you okay? I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

“No, no! It’s okay! I’m fine, just startled! Sorry, I zoned out for a moment…” You gave him a sheepish smile, relaxing in the chair again.

“That’s fine, just let me know if you need a break or anything, okay? Maybe I can sneak you a juice if you really want, too.” He gave you his signature boxy smile, instantly warming your heart.

You giggled, nodding your head, “That would be nice…” Smiling up at him, it felt nice to still be friendly with them even though you were nowhere close to being friendly with Jungkook.

V stood up, walking away to get you a juice from the break room. He left you in the chair, leaving you alone to listen to the music playing softly through the speakers. Quietly humming along, your thoughts were halted by hearing two voices. “Hey, RM, when’s my next client?”

“She should be here soon, it’s a touch up.” I could hear RM talk to the person. The other guy hummed, shuffling around a little.

You sat up, being faced with Jungkook. Everything seemed to go fuzzy, your thoughts, the sounds around you, even your eyesight. The lump in your throat returned, making it hard for you to breathe, V returned with your juice, “ I got you watermelon! You know? Since it’s your favourite!”

You were startled out of your trance, looking up at V who was holding your favourite juice. They still had it…? “Thanks…how do you-?”

You were cut off by V smiling sheepishly and rubbing the back of his neck. “We all thought you’d show up again…but when you didn’t, we kept the fridge stocked for whenever you decided to show up again.”

Heat rushed up to your cheeks, they’d waited for you? Why? His boxy smile came back again, looking over to Jungkook, waving “Hey, JK, lunch was good?”

“Yeah, it was fine. Pussy would’ve been better though.” Jungkook replied as if it were nothing, finally looking over to you. He faltered a little bit, quickly recovering by giving you a cocky smirk, “Glad to see you back, Y/N.”

Without another word, he walked away, back into his office. Biting the inside of your cheek, you knew this wasn’t the last time you’d see him. He was like a parasite, once you had it, it would never go away.

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seospicybin · 4 months

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TOO HOT TO HANDLE.

PART III

Seungmin x reader. (s)

Too Hot To Handle Masterlist

Synopsis: You and Seungmin become contestants in a reality dating show, Too Hot To Handle. (12,7k words)

Author's note: Sorry for making you guys wait so long for this one but hope you like it? Be careful with the angst though >,<

LANA: [Chimes] It's quite clear from their multiple rule breaks that they're not taking this process seriously. What they don't know is that this is their last chance to prove they're here for the right reasons. If they fail in the suite, then their time at the retreat will be over.

"Oh?"

You gasp in awe at the romantic setting in the private suite, with candles lit and the sight of the bed scattered with rose petals on top. You turn to look at Seungmin and delightfully sigh, "This is nice!"

You waddle to the end of the bed to grab a bucket of chilled champagne, handing the bottle to Seungmin so he can open it for you.

Feeling mischievous, he holds the bottle with both hands and aggressively shakes it with a devilish smirk on his face.

"What are you doing? Why are you— Ow!" You squeal as the wine sprays out of the bottle and you reflexively take a step away to avoid the spillage.

You already know that's something he'd most likely do and only laugh at it, holding the glasses high so he can fill them with the white wine.

"Cheers!" You both exclaim, clinking the champagne flutes together before taking a sip.

You look around the room and notice all the things displayed on the bedside tables, a whole bowl of condoms, a selection of sex toys and you take a closer look to read the bottles, finding out they are lubricant and massage oil.

You pick up a heart-shaped whip and swing it in the air, "Are you going to use it on me?"

Seungmin leans against the frame of the bed, "I'll think about it," he coyly answers.

Everyone else must be restless with the two of you are alone in a private suite and potentially break more rules but that's something you can think about later. For now, you want to enjoy your time here with Seungmin and he's looking effortlessly hot in his fitted white shirt that enhances his broad shoulders.

You walk back to your champagne and stand in front of Seungmin, putting your hand on his waist as you ask, "So, what's our game plan?"

He calmly sips his wine and holds it down, "I think we should keep our clothes on," he suggests.

You let out a low chuckle at his foolproof suggestion and sip your wine.

Seungmin puts his glass away and comes up with an idea, "Stay here!"

You obey him and stand where you are as he pulls the duvet, sending the rose petals littering the bedroom floor. He then takes your wine glass and starts putting it around you. You're laughing as he keeps wrapping you in the duvet and with your hands stuck to your sides, limiting your mobility.

"This is your best plan?" You doubtfully ask.

He nods as he observes his work then smiles in satisfaction, "We're not going to rule break," he confidently says.

You tip your head to the side and sigh, walking in tiny steps to plop down on the end of the bed. Just from walking a few steps away, you can already feel your body heating, "Then how am I going to drink?"

He finishes his wine to help you drink yours, instead of taking your glass, he grabs the bottle.

"Open your mouth!" He says.

It's unclear why you always submit to his wishes, you open your mouth and slightly tilt your head to the back. Slowly, he pours the wine into your mouth.

Seungmin is softly laughing at how you allowed him to do this to you and he hurriedly tips the bottle as the wine spills out of the corner of your mouth.

You burst into laughter once you swallow the wine with your chin wet with the sweet wine, "I can't even wipe it," you whine.

"I'll help you," he says, holding your face by the chin and he leans in to lick it clean.

Since it is not against the rule, you let his hot tongue lick the corner of your mouth then wipe it with his thumb after. Frankly, that feels a lot more sensual than a kiss.

"I'm getting hot," you honestly tell him, feeling your neck and back start to damp with sweat.

Seungmin knows that you also meant it figuratively, that your body not only getting hot outside but also inside. A smirk forms on his angular face that takes his attractiveness to a whole another level.

"I know," he casually says as he gulps the rest of his wine.

YOU: Lana, I can only handle so much. Sharing a bed with him is already hard and now you let us alone in the suite?

"Seungmin!" You softly call from the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bathtub with a bathrobe on.

With the open bathroom, Seungmin sits on the bed and watches you dipping your hand in the warm, scented water to get the bath ready for both of you.

"You know what time it is, Seungmin?" You ask with a seductive daze.

Seungmin is too busy watching you to answer you, he leans back and spreads his legs open as you come up to him. You slowly walk with your hips swinging, teasing him with the ties around your bathrobe. Leaving only a few feet of space, you stop in front of him and answer your own question.

"It's sexy time!" You announce, untying your bathrobe and letting it fall onto the floor, exposing your naked body except for the thin white underwear you're wearing.

You put all of your hair to the back and then take another step closer to him, presenting yourself to him with eyes that stir something inside of him.

Seungmin tries too hard to remain calm but how? You look so undeniably beautiful and sexy, he wants to make love to you and ruin you at the same time.

You take his hand and put it on your left hip, "Do you like what you see?"

He wants to test his limits so he bravely puts his other hand on your waist, drawing you closer until you sit, straddling him on the edge of the bed, "I'd like it more if I can touch it," he answers.

You put your hands around his neck and drop your voice low, "You can touch," you say.

Then tilt your head to the side as you continue talking, "But it comes with a price."

He uses his knuckle to rub it up and down your spine, feeling how soft you are under his touch. He draws a breath and slowly lets it out.

"New game plan," he suddenly announces.

"Okay, let's hear it," you enthusiastically respond.

"How much do we have left?"

"Of the prize money?"

He nods to answer your question.

"70 grand something," you vaguely answer.

He rests his hand on the arch of your back as he uses his other hand to support himself, "How much for sex?"

"40 grand," you shortly answer.

He bobs his head as he calculates everything in his head, "If we had sex then what can we do with the rest of the money?"

You let out a chuckle hearing his rough calculation that goes against the initial plan, "You want to spend all of it?"

"Why not?" He coyly answers.

There's no use in making his answer make sense so you play along with him, "I mean... we can use it to give each other head?" You give him ideas.

He places his hands on each side of your waist, planting his fingers deep in the flesh, "And that would be how much?"

"Mmh... like 20 to 30 grand, I think?" You wildly guess.

He likes how your hand softly scratches the hair on the nape of his neck as you speak and he's afraid that he'll be too relaxed to even think about the money at stake. He decides to put his arms around you once more and clasps them together on your back.

"And we'll still have $4,000 left..." he simply resolves, tightening his hold around you and sending your breasts squashed between your chests.

"Before we get to do all that..." you pause to place a kiss on his neck and tilt your head to the side, "The bath is ready."

With another soft kiss on his jaw, you slowly get off his lap and hold your hand out at him, leading him to the bathroom. You turn around and place your hands on his chest, begin unbuttoning his shirt.

"I know how to take my shirt off," he says, taking the duty off you.

You narrow your eyes at him as he unbutton the rest and when Seungmin thinks you'll find something else to do, you hook your fingers in the waistband of his jeans, then pull him close.

"Let me help you take this off then," you murmur, swiftly popping open the button of his jeans then slowly, you unzip the fly.

Seungmin subtly smirks at you and continues parting open his shirt, putting his shirt away next to the sink. He hurriedly takes your hands away from anywhere near his crotch and puts them around his waist instead.

"I'm just trying to help," you innocently say with a sly smile.

He knows exactly what you're doing. You want to tease him, test him, and keep pushing him to the limit but you know what? You're not going to be the only one having fun here.

Without warning, he puts his arms around you and lifts you bridal-style, you're squealing not knowing that he's about to put you into the bathtub. The water sloshes out of the tub but Seungmin is too busy laughing at how the water gets all over you, but he didn't expect to get this view of your body drenched and soaked in scented, milky white water.

You splash water at his legs as a way to try to get back at him but Seungmin, an athlete with a good reflex he is, quickly steps away to avoid it.

"I'm just trying to help," he says back to you with a coy smile.

SEUNGMIN: No, I'm still not going to break any rules with her.

"Which one are you going to use?"

Seungmin probably doesn't hear you as he's focusing on which sex toy he wants to use on you, observing every toy meticulously like he's never seen it before.

He picks up the fuzzy handcuffs and hands them to you, "Here."

You take it from him and laugh as he gives an unclear instruction on whether he wants you to wear it or want you to put it on him.

"What do you want me to do with it?" You ask, sitting in the middle of the bed dressed in the tiniest night dress you took with you to the private suite.

Seungmin ignores your question again as he rummages through the tray of sex toys. After a moment, he puts his attention back on you, "Put it on!"

You're confused as to why he's not the one doing it, "Why don't you...?"

He gets on it, puts the handcuffs around your wrists, and makes sure it's locked.

"Oh, I've never been handcuffed before," you share while checking the strength of the cuffs around your wrists.

"Me too," Seungmin says.

"You're going to get handcuffed next," you blurt out.

"No," he deadly refuses.

"That's not fair!" You complain.

Seungmin seems to have settled his decision on the sex toy, picking up the heart-shaped leather whip with him as he climbs onto the bed.

"Get on your four!" He orders.

"Why?" You ask yet you're obeying him, propping your elbows and knees against the mattress.

Seungmin places his hand on the nape of your neck before dragging it down, tracing the arch of your back. Just the simplest of his touch is enough to send a shudder down your spine. He grabs a fistful of your silk night dress and lifts it to your waist, exposing your bare butt in thin black underwear.

You look over your shoulder to see what he's doing, "Be nice, pl—"

Before you can even finish your sentence, he uses the leather whip to land a slap on your buttcheek, "Oh!" You gasp in surprise.

You're still processing the first slap when he lands another one on the other butt cheek and skin slapping sound echoes in the room, "Oh..." you gasp again.

It stings a little but bearable, you wiggle your butt and decide to provoke him, "Harder, come on!"

Seungmin glides the leather whip down your thigh and slaps you there, twice and harder as you ask.

"Harder! Don't be shy!" You encourage.

It doesn't take long for Seungmin to get the hang of it, discovering your sensitive places with the leather whip and enjoying every second of it. When he hears you yelp in pain though, Seungmin abruptly stops to check on you, "Did it hurt?"

"Mmm-hmm," you confirm with a hum.

He then uses his hand to rub the skin, it works to soothe the pain but feeling his big hand rubbing your butt cheek makes you flutter inside.

"I'm going to continue, okay?" He says, indirectly asking for your consent.

"Can you grab the pillow for me first, baby?" You sweetly ask.

He does what you said, taking the pillow and placing it under you as you get tired from propping your elbows against the bed.

You hold the pillow under your chest but keep your ass jutting up for him, "Okay, you can continue now," you tell him.

You feel his hand rubs up the back of your leg and stops at the back of your knee, "Open your legs a little wider," he orders.

You immediately obey, putting a gap between your legs and adjusting yourself to the new position, "How long are we going to do this?" You casually ask as Seungmin is touching you all over with the leather whip.

"Until I finish," he simply answers.

"Then when are we going to spend the $40,000? I thought we— OW!" You yelp again as he slaps your inner thigh without you knowing.

He knows where your limit is and only slaps you hard enough that you can tolerate it, but it seems like he doesn't want to keep going, he only uses the leather whip to touch you. It's getting dangerous that it's going between your legs and he rubs it against your clothed core, making you giggling in response.

"Baby, I'm getting horny here," you shamelessly admit.

But that makes him want to tease you more as he lands a gentle slap on your clothed core.

"Oh..." you moan.

There's no stopping him now that he knows your sensitive spot, you let your body collapse onto the bed and shut your legs as a way to stop him.

"That's enough," you tell him, burying your face in the pillow to hide your flustered face.

He gets rid of the whip and hovers on top of you, his hand removing the hair covering your face so he can place a kiss on your cheek, "We're going to spend $40,000, remember?" He murmurs close to your ear.

Seungmin holds your hair so he can plant his mouth on your neck and places kisses there, hot and wet like your situation down under.

You lowly giggle as he switches to the other side of the neck and does the same thing, he doesn't hesitate to put his body on top of you as he kisses your neck.

"Mmh... baby," you breathlessly moan.

Even though you're handcuffed, you keep gripping the pillow to resist the urge to touch him. You start to your senses the more he plants kisses on you.

"We have to be good," you remind him.

"We have to— Oh!" Your eyes are fluttering open and close as he nibbles on your ear.

"We have to what?" He asks with his hot breath fanning your cheek.

You rake your brain to recall what you were trying to say to him earlier, it takes you a minute to finally get it, "We have to get those watches, baby," you say.

His body is pressing on you yet you like how you can feel his whole body behind you, including his hardening member against his boxer. He curves his arm around your neck and grabs your chin, turning your head at him so he can make a trail of kisses along your jaw.

"Fuck the watches," he says with his lips only inches away from yours.

You have your eyes closed the whole time but you dare yourself to open them, looking at him as you say, "Mmh, yeah, fuck the watches."

YOU: I really want the watch but... [shrugs][smirks]

It must be the nicest sleep you ever had because why it feels like it was only a minute ago you went to sleep and you already woke up again. It couldn't get better as you wake up to Seungmin looking like a fluffy puppy with his bare face and tousled hair, you can't help but smile at the sight of him.

"Morning, fluffy baby," you croak.

Seungmin opens his eyes for a second then turns over on the bed, resting his head on your chest, and closes his eyes again.

"Do you want to go back to the villa?" You randomly ask as you play with his dark hair.

He doesn't answer but quietly breathes, syncing it with the falling and rising of your chest.

"You know what, let's just stay here," you playfully say with a quick kiss on the top of his head.

A few minutes pass with Seungmin taking a short nap on your chest, he drags himself out of the duvet and sits with his back against the headboard.

You follow suit, sitting next to him and gently resting your head on his shoulder, quietly relishing all the feelings from last night.

As you look at him, you're fluttering inside and it's been like that since last night, like a kaleidoscope of butterflies flying around in your stomach.

"Last night was amazing, don't you think?"

"Mmh," he hums in agreement as his mouth is full of water.

You put your hand on his and it turns into comparing hand sizes, surely, his hand is bigger than yours and that's exactly why you like it.

You like it more when his hands are on you, touching you all over like he did last night, his fingertips on your skin. What you like the most though is how he knows when to be rough and when to be gentle, or how to mix those two to make you all sort of things.

"I'll always remember it," you mutter with a delightful sigh.

He turns his head at you, "Remember what?"

"Last night," you answer.

"As what?" He asks with a sly smile on his face.

The sun is shining bright outside but his smile is brighter. You can't help but smile too and before he notices, you quickly clear your throat.

"As the first time I got handcuffed," you answer.

Seungmin nods in approval of your answer. He takes another sip of water and licks his lips after.

"We should spend $30,000 before we go," he says.

It's not about the money anymore, you feel a bit sad that your alone time with him is going to end soon. Then again, how can you say not to get a head from him?

You put the duvet away and spread your legs open, "You can take the first turn to give me head."

YOU: Last night, having Seungmin all to myself... whew! [Fans neck]

As the two of you are having breakfast on the balcony, Seungmin can see that everyone is heading to the cabana and that could only mean one thing: Lana is calling them there.

"They're going to the cabana," Seungmin informs you.

You dust off your hands and join him, looking down from the balcony to see everyone is already gathered in the cabana.

"Oh, fuck..." your curse gradually turns into a low sigh.

"We should tell them right away," he suggests because admitting it right away is a safer choice, or that's what Seungmin reckons.

You tug at the sleeve of his t-shirt and meekly say, "I'm scared."

Seungmin understands what you feel but there's no need to be scared, you're not the only one doing it, you're in it with him. He places his hand on the small of your back, "We got this," he comforts you.

The trip to the cabana is like a drag down to hell, Seungmin can see that you're tempted to retreat the closer it gets to the destination. He firmly holds you back and encourages you to keep going.

"We can do this," you mutter to yourself before entering the cabana.

"There they are!" Adriana exclaims at the sight of the two of you.

Everyone must have been waiting and anticipating, he can feel the intensity of the situation which is a contrast to what he felt back in the private suite.

"Why do you look guilty?" Lili innocently asks you.

Adriana scoots forward on her seat and clasps her hands together in front of her, "Why aren't you looking at me?"

You answer with a shrug then take a seat next to Seungmin and face the cone on the table.

Thankfully, Tom sits on the far end of the sofa from Seungmin. However, he can feel his laser glare at him, boring a hole in between his eyes.

"I hope you guys didn't do anything I wouldn't do," Tom says in all seriousness.

You both decide to stay quiet and Seungmin offers his hand for you to hold which you gladly take.

Not long after, Lana lights up and chimes.

"Hello, everyone."

"Hello, Lana!" A few are replying to her.

Seungmin's heart skips a beat when Lana calls both of your names right after the opening greeting. This is it, he tells himself to get ready for what's coming.

"Last night, I gave the two of you a test to see if they could make a deeper connection without surrendering to their physical desires."

Seungmin turns your hand over on his lap and slips his fingers between yours to intertwine it together.

"If successful, they would each be given a watch. If unsuccessful, not only would they not be given their watches, but the usual fines for rule breaks would be deducted," Lana reminds everyone what is at stake here.

"Additionally..."

Wait, additionally? There's another thing to this? What is Lana not telling you both? Seungmin hates being kept in the dark like this and his heart starts to race in his chest.

"What?" You ask in a panicked voice.

"There's something I did not tell you," Lana confirms Seungmin's fear.

You drop your head on his shoulder and whine, "Oh, no..."

"After numerous rule breaks, I wanted to know how committed they were to my process. That's why if they fail to adhere to my rules in the suite, proving that they're not here for the right reasons, I will be sending them home."

SEUNGMIN: Wow! That's a plot twist.

How could Lana do this to you?

She sent you to the private suite and told you nothing about sending you home if you messed up. That wasn't a part of the deal, the deal is either you get the watch or not. And obviously, you don't want to go home, not when things are going well with Seungmin.

"You were very busy last night," Lana discloses to everyone.

Elliott chuckles and looks at you, "You went a little naughty, did you?"

You skip on answering and look away, getting back to the matter at hand.

"The question is did you break the rules?"

You admit you did a lot of things in the private suite with Seungmin, in fact, you did too many that you weren't sure if any of them were against the rules or not. At this point, you can't know if you're safe so you can only hope that Lana has mercy on you.

"Please pick up the packages to find out your fate!" Lana orders.

You don't notice the gift boxes on the table until Lana tells you to pick them up. You let out a breath before picking up yours as Seungmin takes his gift box as well.

"Watches mean you have passed. Tickets home mean you have failed."

This is it... you either get the watch and continue growing your connection with Seungmin or you go home. You turn your head at Seungmin and exchange a look with him, seeking encouragement from him.

Seungmin signals you with a nod and at once, you both open the lid and find the watches inside. You show the content to everyone and everyone bursts out cheering. Lili and Adriana come and hug you while Seungmin takes a lap of celebration, giving everyone a high-five as he goes.

Everyone gets back to their seats after the short celebration of money stay intact and no one is going home, including you. You and Seungmin help each other put the watches on.

"Congratulations! You may move to the next stage of the retreat."

Not only you have successfully passed the test but everyone acknowledging that what you and Seungmin have is not merely a physical connection feels like an exceptional achievement. Overflowing with happiness, you press a kiss on Seungmin's cheek and immediately rub the lipstick mark with your thumb.

"Please use your time wisely," Lana ends the session.

YOU: I got the watch, bitches!

After last night, Seungmin is convinced that what he has for you is more than just an infatuation or a passing fancy. He feels something close to something real which he hasn't felt in a long time. He obviously likes you, he's comfortable with you and even though the two of you are together, you always respect him and his boundaries. You're not taking things seriously but at the same time, you're someone he can have earnest talks with and that's something he rarely finds in a person.

He is not one to doubt his feelings, he knows what this feeling is and he wants to let you know that.

What you'll do with it, it's entirely up to you but he's not going to lie that he's nervous about how well you're going to take it.

The hand scratching the hair behind his ear startles him from his deep thoughts.

"You're so quiet," you say with your breath tinted with the sweet smell of the wine you're drinking.

He only realizes that he's in the presence of other people and sharing the sofa with Adriana and Vale with Devon and Elliott also there cuddling on the other sofa.

"What's on your mind?" You softly ask while caressing the hand resting on your stomach.

As he sits next to you with your back facing him, Seungmin leans in close to your ear and whispers, "Let's have a chat?"

Your eyes waver like you just heard a piece of bad news, "Right now?"

Seeing that everyone else is engaged in a talk and you're a part of it, Seungmin thinks it's not the right time to pull you aside. He certainly can do it later.

"No, it's okay, we can do it later," he says with a soft rub down your arm.

But you seem to sense the urgency in his words, you stop resting your back against him and look at him, "Let me finish my wine first," you say.

You drain your glass of wine and pull down the hem of your dress before getting up from the sofa.

Seungmin chooses the bedroom since everyone else is out of the house and the two of you sitting on the end of your shared bed, facing each other. You're nervously picking at the tassels of the cushion as you're waiting for Seungmin to start talking and after a moment, you ask, "It's not something serious right?"

He lets out a chuckle as he brushes his hair to the back only for his hair to fall back on its place, "Serious as in..."

"I don't know. Maybe you suddenly grow feelings for Tom?" You jokingly say with a crisp laughter followed after.

He props his hand against the bed, sending him into the same eye level with you, "Your guess is almost right," he says.

"Oh?" You think for a moment and come up with a different guess, "Is it... Blake?"

He lets out a laugh and starts playing with the tassels on the cushion you're holding on your lap, "I grow feelings for you," he finally lets out in a very casual manner.

But that seems to take you aback that you only blink your eyes and look at him with a blank expression on your face.

Seungmin's hand finds your hand and intertwines them together, "What I'm trying to say is that I'm going to continue to open up myself to you," he remarks.

A smile blooms on your face and it warms his heart like the first ray of sun, "That's so sweet of you," you say.

"And I want us to get a green light," he adds.

After the private suite, you understand that getting the green light is another challenge to tackle to prove that you both showing growth in your relationship.

"Oh yeah, this," you say, tapping at the screen of the watch with your fingers.

Seungmin lightly shakes the hand he's holding, "And what do you think?"

"About the green light?"

"About us," he answers.

"I like where we are now," you sincerely say with a smile that proves your words.

"I like us, I like what we have, our connection," you pause to draw a shallow breath, "I love that we have this amazing dynamic."

Seungmin likes what he's hearing from you but that many positive words are usually followed by a certain word.

"But..."

There it is, that word.

"I'm not sure if I'm ready to completely open up myself to you, that's just so scary to me, I... I just need more time," you explain.

The sad smile on your face tells him that it's not something you wanted as well and he understands that something must have made you act this way, but that's okay, he can prove to you that he's not like the previous guy or even any other guy.

"Do I scare you?" He jokingly asks.

"A bit, yeah," you joke back.

You both share a laughter then you reach for the collar of his shirt, then lay your hand flat on his chest, "I had unpleasant past... experiences? I just... the last time I opened myself up, I got hurt and that hurtful feeling still haunting me to this day," you honestly share with sadness that clouding your sparkling eyes.

It's something that Seungmin can understand, he knows he's not the reason why but knowing that you have a trust issue doesn't please him either.

"That's okay. You can take your time," he assures you.

You let out a low sigh and look into his eyes, "This doesn't mean that I don't want to, I'll keep trying to open up myself more to you," you reassure him.

And mostly, Seungmin doesn't want to force you to do something you're not even ready to do. He reaches for the side of your face and endearingly caresses your cheek, "Thank you for trying for me," he sincerely mutters his gratitude to you.

The smile returns on your face and he likes it whenever he sees it. You suddenly throw your arms around him and hold him close, taking him by surprise.

"Why are you so sweet, mmh?" You say then land a soft kiss on his cheek.

You put more of your weight on him, sending the two of you to topple on top of each other on the bed. You're laughing as you pin him under you and stare at his face with such fondness in your eyes. This is one of the moments where Seungmin is sure of his feelings.

"Stop looking at me with those eyes," you say with your face hovering only inches away above his.

Seungmin doesn't know what kind of eyes he's giving you right now but maybe it's one where you can see through him. You tenderly caress his face and trail the outline of his jaw with only your fingertips, making him tingle inside.

"I want to kiss you so bad," you murmur with your eyes looking at his lips.

"We should wait for the green light," he reminds you.

"Should we?" you playfully say then press a gentle kiss on his jaw.

It's easy to fall into temptations and it's even easier because you are the temptation itself. The way you look at him right now, how you look in your dress tonight, how your teeth faintly bite your lower lips as you look at his lips, you best believe that Seungmin is this close to falling right into your enchantment.

"I think we should wait for the green light," Seungmin stands firm on his ground.

You mask your slight disappointment with a light chuckle then press another kiss on his cheek.

"My sexy, dandy boy," You mutter as you lean in close to nuzzle your nose with his.

Seungmin holds his arm out, inviting you to rest your head on it. You carefully lay yourself down while keeping the hem of your dress down and snuggle into him.

"I feel sleepy already," he sighs as he closes his eyes.

"It's only 9," you tell him.

He drags his hand down your back and rests it on your backside, resisting the urge to grab the flesh or to land a slap on it.

"Are you wearing underwear?" He asks out of the blue.

"Why don't you check yourself," you dare him.

He's not one to be challenged, Seungmin lowers his hand until he meets the hem of your dress and does not hesitate to slip his hand under. Before he can check whether you wear underwear or not, you pull his hand out and rest it on your waist.

"Wait for the green light, remember?" You say his words back at him with a sly grin on your face.

SEUNGMIN: I hope she and I go the distance but I know she's a free spirit, I can't hold her down or put her in a box.

There's nothing wrong between you and Seungmin. However, you can't say that everything is well either. Seungmin has been doing nothing but showing more of himself opening up to you, and trying to get the same out of you.

Every time you try to do the same, there's this fear that looms in the back of your head and gets you thinking, ‘What if he doesn't like that part of you? And what if it makes him leave?’ You can't bear thinking that this amazing thing you have with Seungmin will walk away with him because the last time you did that, that's what happened.

It's not fair that you compare him to your previous partner but it's not about him, it's you, you've been living with this demon latched onto your back and it's so hard to shake it off. When you look at him as he's still sleeping soundly next to you, Gosh, you wish you find the bravery to just do it.

"You've been watching me sleeping," he mutters with eyes still closed.

"Yes. Yes, I am," you immediately admit.

You gently rub his cheek and then rest your hand on his neck, "because you're so gorgeous, babe," you compliment with a small smile.

He inhales air and pulls himself closer to you, burying his head in the crook of your neck to surprise you with a gentle bite. Instead of pushing him away, you wrap your legs around him and hold him close while he playfully bites on the skin of your neck.

You keep your giggles to the minimum to not disturb everyone else who's still sleeping in the room even though it's about time to wake up. Shortly, the lights are on and flooding the room with fluorescent light, waking everyone from their slumbers.

Lana chimes in not long after for her usual morning greeting, "Good morning, everyone!"

"Morning, Lana," you reply while half yawning.

"I would like to inform you that many of you are showing signs of emotional development and this is most encouraging," Lana says.

Oh, that's how you want to start the day: with a piece of good news.

It may be one of the few good things Lana has said in the retreat so it means that everyone is indeed doing a good job at nurturing their relationships and showing actual growth and that's including you.

Even though you're not sure you have shown significant growth, it feels good to know that Lana acknowledges your effort.

As you both brush your teeth together by the sink, Seungmin teases you by slapping the strap of your tank top against your skin. You get back to him by doing the same to the waistband of his boxer once you're done brushing your teeth.

He's glaring at you through the reflection in the mirror, "I dare you to put your hand inside," he says.

"Oh?" You exclaim.

Seungmin has no idea what he asked you to do, you don't hesitate to slip your hand inside his boxer but he catches you right before you can slip your hand inside.

"You're asking for it. Let me in!" You grumble with your hand still caught on the waistband of his boxer and his hand pins you there.

Seungmin finally gets your hand out only to put it on his chest and clamp your hand under his arm, not letting you take your hand away.

"You're annoying," you tell him but stand behind him so you can put your other arm around him.

The morning continues with a workout session by the beach. Everyone else apparently opted for the swimming pool today, you only found Vale meditating in the gazebo nearby. You do some yoga and teach Seungmin a few yoga poses you usually do in the morning.

"We're going to finish it with a savasana," you instruct him.

Seungmin sits on the mat waiting for your next instruction with hair tousled from the sea breeze and a sheen of sweat forming on his forehead. He looks handsome nonetheless.

"What's that?"

"It's basically a corpse pose," you inform.

He slowly blinks his eyes to process your words, "Don't tell me I just need to lay down..." his words trail off as he takes a sip of water from his tumbler.

"Yes, that's exactly it," you confirm.

You sit on your mat and wait until he's ready to tell him what to do next, "Lay down on your back!"

Feeling mischievous, you force him down with a gentle push on his chest, laughing when he accidentally hits his head hard against the floor.

"Now stretch your arms and legs out and away from your body," you furtherly instruct.

Seungmin follows your instructions well, stretching both his arms and legs out.

"Close your eyes..." You run your fingers down his face to make sure he closes his eyes, "And breathe..."

He stays still in that position but it only lasts for a good minute, "What to do next?"

You lightly chuckle and sit next to his body, "Next, I'm going to get on top of you..." You joke yet you sit on his abdomen and can actually feel how hard his abs are.

"And then?" He asks.

"Then..." you lean in close and gently kiss his cheek, dangerously close to the corner of his mouth.

"To be continued," you seductively whisper into his ear.

He suddenly sits up and wraps his arms around you, "but I want it now."

You shake your head and loop your arms around his neck, "No, you have to wait."

He lets out a sigh then licks his lips, "You suck!"

"I'll suck you too but not now," you simply respond to his jeering.

Somehow that earns a wave of laughter out of him and he's the most beautiful when he's happy.

YOU: Seungmin has a spot in my heart that no one has ever come close to [smiles] ... which also scares me [sighs]

It's been a good day, well, so far.

When it's time for everyone to come to the cabana, that only means Lana is either going to make it a better day or make it worse. You want the former but you never know with Lana. You take the sofa on the side with Seungmin while everyone else takes the long sofa and Blake sits on the single sofa on the other side of the cabana.

Lana chimes not long after everyone settles in, "Hello, everyone."

"Hi, Lana!" You weakly reply.

So is everyone, they're replying to her with an edge to their voices, sensing that Lana has something important to announce.

"I am pleased to see that several of you have developed romantic connections during your time here."

Okay, that doesn't sound bad but Lana is sinister, you know there's always a catch to it.

"But for these relationships to succeed in the long-term, it is vital that you trust each other to resist temptation."

Now that's more like it. 'Resist temptation' are the two words that you never get along well and whatever Lana has planned, you're not optimistic about it.

"Today, I'll be putting that to the test..."

And there goes the word you despise the most: test. You never do well at tests, you barely made it on the last one and she's going to put you on another one?

"I'm nervous," Issa says with a blank expression like her soul has left her body.

"I think I'm having a heart attack," Devon dramatically adds.

You don't want to add to that despite that you're just as nervous as them.

"...With the help of two new arrivals."

Groans are spilling out of everyone's mouth but you're still busy processing the words to react to it. New arrivals mean new temptations and you're not ready for it.

"I knew it!" Tom says with a heavy sigh.

You look around and the couples are looking nervous, including you. You're not that worried about Seungmin, you worry more about yourself and whether your head will turn or not.

"Oh, shit," you quietly mutter to yourself.

"The first new arrival is... Zane," Lana announces.

Zane sounds like a dangerous man or you just made it up in your head, gosh, you hope it's something you made up in your head.

"The second new arrival is... Margot."

You secretly glance at Seungmin and see if he reacts to the name of the new arrival but he seems calm, unfazed more like.

"Two of you will be going on private dates with the new arrivals," Lana says.

YOU: If Seungmin got chosen for the date, well... that sucks.

Not this again.

The first time, you weren't with anyone so that got you exempted from being picked and now that you're with a partner, it's more likely that you'll get chosen, and that scares you more than you let it.

"No, thank you," you immediately respond and earn a chuckle from Seungmin.

"They have selected the guests they are most attracted to from a choice of those in relationships," Lana informs.

Now you can't decide what to worry more, you get picked for the date or Seungmin?

"Zane has chosen to go on a date with..."

The males are looking antsy in their seats, you can't say the same about Seungmin but then again, he always looks calm. Unlike you, you hold your breath until Lana announces who gets picked for the date with this Zane guy.

"... Devon."

It shouldn't be a surprise that the popular girl got picked but you're not jealous at all, you feel relieved that it's not you.

"Girl, you keep getting picked for dates, Lana should start charging you for the food," you joke.

Everyone is laughing at that except for the person sitting next to Devon. Elliott is rather nervous to know his partner got picked for the date.

"Margot has chosen to go on a date with..."

Oh, you forget about the other new arrival and it gets you nervous once again but you convince yourself that Seungmin's head won't turn. Then again, that's just your wishful thinking.

"...Jeff."

You let out a low sigh of relief and melt into Seungmin's shoulder, feeling good that you're not chosen nor being tested with the new arrivals. It's better to stay away from temptations than to try to resist them.

"Devon and Jeff, please now leave the cabana and get ready for your dates," Lana orders.

Jeff and Issa have been the most consistent couple in here and even that doesn't keep the insecurities from residing in Issa's head and you can see it in her eyes.

"Remember the rules, you guys," Tom warns them before leaving the cabana.

You're glad that either you or Seungmin doesn't have to deal with Lana's test but that doesn't mean everything is going to be a bed of roses from now on. You are aware that you still have not yet done your part in nurturing this connection with Seungmin and if you want this to work, you know you'd better start working on it.

In the evening, you get away from everyone and sit by the side of the pool with your feet dipped in the water. Maybe Elliott misses the signs that you need the time alone as he casually sits next to you, looking so restless and his beautiful eyes seem to have lost their glints.

"I'm shaking. My head is scrambled like fucking eggs, honestly," he says with a ragged sigh.

You were too deep in your own business that you forgot that Devon is having a date with the new arrival and that explains the distress drawn on Elliott's face.

"This is a fucking test," he doesn't hold back from using the profanity and curses it out loud into the night.

All this time, you think their connection is merely physical but now, seeing how stressed Elliott is about Devon going on a date with someone else, proves that they do have something genuine going on.

"If she moved on with this new guy, it's going to be a tough pill to swallow," he shares with you.

You've been quiet and you think it's time you respond to him so he feels heard and supported.

"Yeah," you meekly say.

Elliott sighs and rubs his chin as he stares blankly at the swimming pool.

"Just thinking of that makes me feel sick," he mutters with a groan. His face indeed looks a little pale without the lights of the swimming pool which casts a bluish glow on his face.

Not long after that, you see Devon has returned from her date and bringing the new guy behind him, the first thing that you notice is her holding his hand.

"Oh my God," you lowly gasp out of reflex.

You nervously glance at Elliott and hope that he doesn't notice the handholding thing. You find something enlightening to say to him but nothing comes out of your mouth.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, man!" Elliott exclaims but keeps his voice low.

Guess he noticed and it's too late for you to distract him, he may sit on the far end of the swimming pool but he can see the new guy and how attractive he is. Zane is tall, lean yet muscular, with gorgeous brown skin and big, round eyes that look too pretty for a guy but a weapon if he knows how to use them.

"He looks good," you unconsciously mutter, not realizing that what you said would make Elliott feel more sick.

"They had a great time, you reckon?" He asks you.

You don't want to pour salt on his wound but you can't sugarcoat it for him either because Devon is seen smiling as she introduces Zane around to the people gathered on the terrace.

"I think, yeah," you meekly reply.

Then a while later, you see Devon is coming this way and probably going to talk with Elliot.

"She's coming over here," you mutter at Elliott.

Elliott fiddles with his shirt as he turns around to see that Devon is indeed coming to him.

You take it as your cue to leave the space so they can talk privately, getting up to get yourself out of there.

"I'll just excuse myself," you say as you turn to leave.

YOU: This guy is a real temptation so I wish Elliott the best of luck.

Seungmin has met the new guest, Zane. He's attractive, yes, it's obvious from how he takes all of the attention away and it's also because everyone is just so happy to see a new face.

You're the last one to get introduced to him as he saw you talking with Elliot by the side of the pool, you make your way to the terrace and see the new guy. He sees how Zane offers his hand first at you as he says his name to you with confidence and you take his hand but instead of shaking it, he uses it to pull you into a quick hug.

"Nice to meet you," you beam with a smile.

"Likewise," Zane says back and subtly takes a look at you, up and down in a few seconds.

Once you introduce yourself, you walk your way to sit next to Seungmin, squeezing yourself into the long sofa. You smile as you settle yourself next to him and place your hand on his forearm. Seungmin hasn't seen you for the rest of the afternoon and not expecting to feel like he hasn't seen you in ages. He misses you, so he puts his hand on yours and smiles as he looks at you.

"You look gorgeous," he compliments.

You put your hair to the back and give the end a quick brush with your fingers, "Thank you, baby."

He offers you his wine because it seems like you need it and you gladly take a small sip, tainting the rim with your lipstick mark. From his peripheral vision, Seungmin can see that the new guy has been looking at you ever since you stepped into the room.

"So, who do you find attractive?" Lili asks him.

Zane is probably aware that Devon has something going on with Elliot, he can see that as they're deep in talk by the side of the pool or Devon told him about it during the date.

Zane stays quiet for a moment, "I'm open to everything else," he finally answers.

That seems like the safest answer he could give, keeping his options open until he adds something to that sentence.

"But I have my eyes on someone," he adds, not so subtly giving you the eyes to let everyone know who it is.

Is it supposed to hurt him or what? It seems like Zane doesn't mind stepping on anyone's toes and from the way he openly declares that he fancies you, he doesn't mind stepping on Seungmin's toes especially. Everyone is aware of it thus explaining the awkward silence that resides in the room.

"Oh, shit," Vale quietly mutters before he sips his wine.

He sees that you notice the eyes Zan has been giving you and quickly looks away, trying to act like you don't know then sip your wine.

You lean to his side and lowly whisper, "He's eyeing me."

What people do with their bodies including their eyes is not Seungmin's business and considering that he knows you're with him yet he blatantly flirts with you tells him that it's useless to tell him to stop. It's up to you now, whether you want to stay with him or not.

SEUNGMIN: She and I are going strong right now but I don't know. Maybe I should be a little worried.

Thankfully, Jeff and the new girl, Margot return and burst the palpable tension from continuously forming in the room. You just want to get the attention away from you and Seungmin, not feeling like dealing with it now or ever.

The new girl is beautiful, a petite girl with dimples, and from the way she speaks, you catch that subtle Spanish accent which only makes her cuter. There's this slight fear that Seungmin is going to be attracted to her but he's not looking at her at all, he stares into his drink before taking a sip of it.

Issa wastes no time to pull Jeff aside to have a talk with him and everyone's attention is on Margot.

"So, tell us what's your type?" This time it's Adriana who asks the question.

Margot sheepishly smiles and points at Jeff who has left the place, "He's exactly my type," she confirms.

"Him? Oh?!" Adriana gasps, sensing another drama brewing in the villa.

They know about the rules of what the retreat is about but it seems it doesn't stop the new arrivals from getting what they want. Or in this case, getting the person they want.

When it's close to bedtime, you just can't wait to end the day and sleep the tension away. You and Adriana are the last ones left in the dressing room, cleaning our make-up while simultaneously talking about everything.

"Zane has been giving me the eyes," you keep your voice down in case Seungmin is around.

Adriana stops dabbing her eyes with a cotton pad, "Maybe he does want to fuck you," she jokingly says.

It's a joke if you're not feeling those eyes but you do, the way he looks at you, oh, you can feel how he wants you and you like that kind of attention.

You take a break and lean back on your chair, "I like Seungmin so much but I think Lana sent that guy to mess with my head," you share.

Adriana dumps the dirty cotton pads into the trash bin and ties her hair into a low ponytail, she seems to have something to say but holding herself back from saying it. After a while though, she can't herself ask, "Would you jump ship with him? With Zane?"

That's supposed to be a question that you can easily answer but you can't seem to give a definite one. A part of you don't want to be a hypocrite and says that your head is not turning when in fact, your head did turn a little.

"I don't know," you sigh, letting the doubts cloud your mind.

Adriana's jaws drop, not expecting to hear your hesitant answer and you feel the need to explain yourself that it's not Seungmin, it's you.

"I always do this, you know and I'm scared that I may do this again," you honestly admit.

People know that bad habit dies hard and your bad habit is being a serial dater, you jump ship whenever a guy strikes your fancy and never have any problems doing it because there's no emotional attachment whatsoever.

But it's different now because you have to think of Seungmin's feelings.

YOU: What is wrong with me? [sighs] Just know that things are going to be hard for me.

The morning comes and your heart somehow feels heavy.

You turn on your side to see Seungmin who's busy rubbing the sleep off his eyes, your feelings remain the same for him but at the same time, something shifts inside of you. What scares you is that you don't know if it's good or bad.

Seungmin catches you looking at him and you smile once your eyes meet.

"Morning," you croak with a gentle ruffle on his hair.

"Morning," he says back, catching your hand and keeping it close to his chest.

You stay snuggling close to him until the lights are on and everyone wakes up on their beds as Lana chimes in the corner of the room.

"Good morning, everyone," Lana greets with her robotic voice.

"Morning," Everyone replies in unison.

"Zane and Margot, I hope you enjoyed your dates yesterday and your first night in the retreat," Lana's message is aimed at the new arrivals who share the bed.

"I slept so well," Zane shares with a sheepish smile. He then subtly glances your way and your eyes meet, he holds your gaze for a moment before looking away.

Jeff says something but you can't hear what he said but you notice that he's eyeing Margot.

"I hope the other guests have been making you feel most welcome," Lana continues.

"Yeah, mostly," Margot responds, returning the eyes towards Jeff and completely ignoring that he's there with Issa next to him.

"As you approach the latter stage of my retreat, I have noticed that some of you still need to fully commit to the process whilst others need to fully commit to each other."

It's a mere warning from Lana but it feels like a dig at you, she knows you're faltering, having doubts about everything.

"The decision about what to do next is yours but I will be watching," Lana concludes.

And just like that, your heart grows even heavier.

You decide to start your morning by swimming, putting on your swimsuit, and then heading to the pool while everyone else is either working out by the beach or still having their breakfast. You take a few laps around and take a break on the side of the pool, enjoying the warm morning sun with the sound of the sea waves crashing in the background.

Then temptation comes when you least expect it, you look over your shoulder to find Zane is making his way towards you. You get tongue-tied as he appears in front of you with water streaming down his body.

"Hey," he greets you with a sweet smile that showcases his neat row of teeth.

"Hi, hello," you greet back, raking your wet hair to the back.

He wipes the beads of water gathering under his chin, "Saw you swimming and I must say you have good form," he says.

"Thanks," you mutter, flailing your hands in the water and suddenly don't know how to act around a guy.

"Not only that, you have– you work out?" He asks in curiosity.

"I jog, I do yoga sometimes but I like swimming," you answer.

Zane nods as he checks you out even though he has to see through the water to see your figure, "So it's all natural, huh?"

"Yeah," you proudly confirm.

"You look good, really," he compliments.

"Thank you," you sincerely thank him.

"I see that you're with Seungmin," he says.

You nod.

Zane licks his lower lip before talking, "Are you connected with him?"

"Yes, there's a connection there," you shortly answer because you're not the type to beat around the bush. It's obvious to him that you're with Seungmin.

"So... there is a connection," he says, repeating your words back at you with a hint of doubt in them.

He turns his body slightly to the side to face you and takes a step closer, making you nervous in this proximity.

"Am I still allowed to get to know you, though?" He asks with the corner of his mouth curls higher than the other.

That sounds like a harmless question because getting to know someone is not a crime but you fear what's going to happen once you get to know each other. But saying no would make a bad impression on you like this guy only wanting to know you better and maybe it leads nowhere.

"Seungmin got plenty of time to get to know you. Don't you think it's my turn now?" He says with a sly smile on his angular face.

You dryly chuckle to hide your nerves, "Sure, yeah, I don't mind," you finally answer.

Zane triumphantly smiles hearing your answer, his tongue slightly poking out the corner of his mouth before he licks his lower lip again.

"Then can I feel those back muscles?" He shamelessly asks.

"You want to feel them?"

"Yeah."

"Okay," You turn around and pull your hair to the side, presenting your back to him.

"May I?" He asks for your permission to touch you.

"Yes," you allow.

Zane uses his hands to feel the muscles on your back and you're aware that he's seizing the opportunity to touch you. He delightfully hums in approval as he applies gentle pressure on your back shoulders then backs away to stand next to you.

"I like that," he comments with an intense stare into your eyes.

It's the way that he sees you that makes your stomach tighten and loosen in a second. Worse is, you forgot all about Seungmin when you're with him.

YOU: I care about Seungmin but I didn't expect Zane to walk in and look like that and messing with my head.

Seungmin thinks that the two of you have been connecting and growing together so much more than he anticipated.

However, ever since Zane showed up, you've been acting a little differently. Seungmin always knows that you're a free spirit, you can't be tied down and he doesn't intend on holding you back.

Seungmin is sure what he feels about you but he needs to know if you plan on reciprocating it back to him, or else, it'll be just a waste of time. He doesn't want to force you by taking this connection further if you don't want the same thing with him. But honestly speaking, Seungmin wants you to stay.

Then again, the decision is on you, you're the only one who knows what you want and he'll respect whatever your decision is.

Freshly showered and dressed, Seungmin heads out of the villa to search for you. Even though most of your body is engulfed in water, he recognizes the back of your head and how you always tilt your head slightly to the side.

What he least expects to see is who you're with.

Zane is barely here for a day but Seungmin must admit that he is quick to make a move on you, touching your back and making you laugh faster than what he did to you.

Without him realizing it, he starts comparing him with Zane and looks down at himself when he does nothing wrong but does his best to grow with you in this retreat. This is why he hates competing with other people to get a girl. He knows his worth, he doesn't hang around for someone who doesn't know that.

Seungmin quickly turns around and heads back inside. He ends up spending the rest of the day by himself, he's feeling emotionally drained and not in the mood for everyone else right now.

However, Lana decides that it's the perfect time to throw a party in the villa.

SEUNGMIN: I'm honestly so disappointed but I don't know where to go from here.

It's exciting to get ready for a party because the last time Lana threw a party, it was that day you found out you were in Too Hot To Handle.

Lana sends a box full of costumes for everyone to wear for the party to welcome the new guests tonight. They're of the same designs of colorful birds and you put on matching eye makeup while for the hair, you get help from Adriana.

"So, the new girl..." Devon opens the conversation since there are only her, Issa, Adriana, and you in the dressing room.

"She likes Jeff," Adriana continues Devon's sentence.

"She wants to go for him but I hope Jeff won't let her," Devon adds as she draws her left eyebrow.

You've been enjoying the dramas from the sideline but now that you're part of the drama, it genuinely sucks. Now, you feel like you're missing out on everything.

"Did he say he's going to stay with you?" You ask out of curiosity because everything seems to be going well between Jeff and Issa.

Issa takes a breath before answering which only hints that she has sheer faith in her answer, "Yeah."

"Okay, good," Adriana says, twirling your hair with a curling iron.

Devon pauses filling her eyebrow and looks at Issa, "I hope he stays with you."

"I hope he does," Adriana agrees.

Even the most consistent couple in the retreat has its trying times and what makes you think that you're the only couple having issues right now? It's part of the growth. For tonight, you allow yourself to stop thinking, you want to have fun, have a few drinks, and dance the stress away.

You don't stop Zane from coming at you and having a dance with him, there's nothing wrong with being a girl having the time of her life. Seungmin would understand, he knows it's nothing deep, it's just a—

There goes the chime that abruptly stops the music playing in the villa.

What is a party without Lana crashing it? Everyone knows where to go whenever they hear that anxiety-inducing chime, heading to the cabana while still dressed in costumes and taking seats facing the cone on the table.

"Let's get it over with Lana so we can go back to the party, please?" Tom pleads.

No one is in the mood to deal with Lana's shenanigans right now, everyone just wants to go back to the party and have some more fun.

"I hope you enjoyed the party," Lana says, skipping her usual greeting and that never means good.

"However..."

There it is, the word that you hate to hear out of that cone which confirms that whatever she's going to say, it's not good.

"Was there any breach of the rules?" Adriana asks.

Everyone's eyes are shifting to Devon and Elliott since they're the ones who constantly break the rules.

"You can take your eyes away from us 'cause we did nothing," Elliott casually says, looking as innocent as his words.

"This morning, I stressed the importance of being committed to my process. Unfortunately, some people are still falling short of that goal," Lana announces.

All sorts of thoughts are rushing into your head, most of them are bad and you start to get anxious thinking if you've done something wrong in this retreat that you're not aware of.

"Therefore, tonight's festivities will also serve as a leaving party," Lana continues.

"Fuck, no," Tom sighs, raking his curls and tugging at it.

Adriana looks at you and reacts the same way, "That's messed up," she murmurs.

Vale shifts on his seat and rubs his bearded chin, "This could be any of us," he says.

You put your hands together on your lap, fisting them into balls as you try to suppress the thought that it could be you going home tonight and you're not ready for that.

YOU: My head is turning since Zane came into the picture so yeah, I'm scared that it's going to be me.

"Exiting the retreat tonight is..."

Your knee is bouncing and you keep squeezing your hand until your nails dig into your palm, trying to prepare yourself when Lana calls your name.

"...Lili."

"I did not see that coming," Elliott says with his jaws hanging open.

Your heart skips a beat and your eyes automatically search for Lili who sits next to Vale, she seems to have expected to hear her name.

"I wasn't open to finding a connection anyway," she says as Vale puts his arm around her shoulders.

She looks at everyone and then at the cone sitting on the table, "There's no bad blood, Lana."

You stretch your hand out at her and Lili grabs it, taking your offer of comfort with a sad smile on her face and you can't help but feel sad to lose her tonight.

"We'll always be friends," Lili concludes.

And when you thought she was the only one going home, Lana has another name.

"The second and final person leaving is..."

And you fear for yourself again, but also for the person sitting next to you.

You didn't think that Seungmin could be going home too and you don't want that either, amidst everything that is going on between the two of you, you want to stay together with him.

You let go of Lili's hand and grab Seungmin's hand, either you offer your comfort for him or it's the other way around. You don't want any of you to go home tonight.

"...Blake."

"Oh, my god," Devon gasps, covering her mouth with her hand.

Blake takes it well, he forces himself to smile even though it's obvious that he wants to stay but Lana is the one with power here.

"It's been a good time, everyone," he says while exchanging a fist bump with Jeff.

Everyone rises from their seats to bid their farewells to Lili and Blake. You hug Lili and wish her all the best things you could think of with tears pooling in your eyes. You're not that close with her but the memories you've shared here will remain in your heart.

You give another hug to Blake and despite the thing that happened, you wish him well too. You hope that the lesson Blake learned here will help him change for the better.

Lana continues with her announcement even after Lili and Blake leave the cabana.

"For my remaining guests, let this be a reminder that the choices you make will ultimately seal your fate."

This feels like another dig at you and that you have to be careful with the choices you make from now on or else... you don't want to think of anything else, honestly.

YOU: I have to be honest with Seungmin about Zane and this is probably the lesson Lana wanted to teach me.

"What a day!" Devon sighs as she climbs onto the bed.

"It's one of those night, huh?" Tom adds as he lies his head on Adriana's lap.

It is one of those nights and you feel inexplicably drained, both physically and emotionally. You can't wait to forget all about it and sleep on it.

It's close to lights out when Seungmin gets on the bed, he gets under the cover and rests his head on his pillow, brushing the hair falling over his forehead. He's been so quiet and you're afraid of intruding, so you subtly place your hand on his chest while staying on your side of the bed.

The silence falls not long after the lights are out and everyone mutters goodnight to each other in the room. You gently rub your hand on Seungmin's chest to give you a sense of ease to help you fall asleep.

Then he catches your hand and holds it, "I feel like we need to have a conversation," he says.

Refuse to talk is supposed to be the best answer but you remember what Lana said, your choices determine your fate and you have to be honest with him.

You nervously gulp air and meekly answer, "Okay."

Seungmin turns on the bed to look at you, even in the dark, you can see his gleaming eyes staring into yours and it's making you uneasy, especially knowing what have you done to him.

"I know we care a lot about each other. I've never been in this place before, I've never felt this way about someone but there's just too many question marks," he says, keeping his voice low just so this conversation stays between the two of you.

"I know you have something going on with Zane, whatever that is... I just need the truth."

You're glad that you can't see his face in this little light or else you'd be broken down and crying with the guilt stirring inside of you.

You know he saw you dancing with Zane, everyone saw but you feel sick knowing what you did before that. It's time to swallow the hard pill and take the bitterness that you deserve.

"The dance, that wasn't just it..." you keep swallowing down the lump forming in your throat.

"Zane flirted with me in the pool this morning," you admit once more.

"Yeah, I saw," he simply responds.

It hurts even much more knowing that you did that right in front of his eyes. You lay on your back and feel the lump burns the back of your throat.

"That was very selfish," you mutter with a quivering voice, "I'm sorry you had to see that."

You feel the tears coming and you put your hand across your eyes, not wanting him to see you cry. You feel his hand rubbing your arm.

"It's okay," he softly murmurs.

How come he tries to justify this? Even you realize how wrong this is, how unfair this is for him!

"No, it's not okay," you croak as you struggle to speak between your cries.

He gives you a moment to calm yourself before continues talking, explaining how he wants to handle it.

"Let me tell you where my head's at with things," he says.

He holds your hand and lets it rest on the space between your bodies, "I have genuine feelings for you that I've never felt for someone else before."

Hearing him saying that should make you happy but you feel devastated instead, knowing that you can't even try to appreciate his true feelings for you. You quickly wipe the tears rolling down the side of your face and try to fathom your thoughts into words. All you have to do is to be honest even though you know it's going to hurt him.

"Truthfully, I like you so much Seungmin," you pause to sniffle, "to the point that... it scares me."

Saying that out loud makes your heart quake like you can feel it surging through and all over you.

"But there's this part of me that's so scared of giving a part of myself to someone," you explain the thing that holds yourself back from letting him in.

You wipe another tear roll down your cheek and look at the clasped hand he's holding close to his chest. You still want this but another part of you wants to know for sure that what you have for him is real and true.

"I just think that... I need to step back and think for myself, ask myself is this really what I want," you tell him.

Seungmin draws a shallow breath and lets it out, his thumb has been gently rubbing the back of your hand as he speaks.

"If you need space, I will give you your space," he says, "but you need to tell me what it is that you want and how you want to go about it."

He sounds calm when he deserves to be upset, "I can't keep wondering if it's between me and someone else," he finishes.

You understand what he's asking you and you remember well what he told you the first time you got together that he doesn't like competing with another guy and hangs around for someone who doesn't acknowledge his worth.

You nod and respond, "I know."

You gather your thoughts and keep your emotions to the side for a moment. You think of what you want right now and let him know that.

"The truth is Zane fits my type and I feel like I need to get to know him before I make a decision," you draw a shaky breath and sniffle, "I just– I really need to think."

He squeezes your hand and brings it close to his mouth to kiss it, "Then sleep on it," he softly says.

But how can you sleep on it when you know you have big decisions to make?

YOU: I tend to doubt myself whenever I give myself to someone. I feel so bad for Seungmin [cries] I–I need to think it through before I hurt anyone.

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incompleteth0ts · 12 days

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At your best(you are loved)

Prompt for day 2:

“I was tempted to take a nap at Hades’ feet. Curl up here and sleep forever.”

“Percy, if we want to make the reservation, we must leave now.”

“I’m coming Hades, don’t get your wife's panties in a twist.”

Percy smiled at his reflection when he heard his wife laugh down the hall. Putting on the rest of his jewelry, Percy ran out of his bedroom, grabbed his jacket out of Hades' hands, and offered his arm to Persephone.

“You make us late for dinner; you steal my wife, and now you expect me to get the door. What am I going to do with you, seastar?”

Percy blushed at the kiss the older man gave him. Despite the complaints, the words were said with so much fondness that Percy almost felt sick. He’s been with the married couple for nearly six years, yet they still made him as shy as the day he met them.

Percy tried to steal another kiss, but Persephone was already dragging him out the door and to the car. Percy rolled his eyes at Hade's chauffeur, and the limo parked pretty at the top of the driveway.

“Hey, Charon.”

“Hello, Percy.”

The inside of the limo was covered in red leather and had fluorescent lights illuminating the hardwood floor in the car.

The limo smelled like vanilla and cinnamon. A tell-tale sign that Persephone had been in the car earlier. Hades crawled inside the vehicle after me and his wife and waved a dismissive hand at his chauffeur the way he always did when the older man asked for a raise.

I sat next to the mini fridge that was unfortunately empty and across from my aunt, who was pulling out party favor wine bottles from the ice chest. There was a variety of 8 oz bottles that I feared she would binge on before we even made it to the restaurant.

“Out the bottles down, Persephone. You can drink at the restaurant.”

“You are such a bore. I was only seeing what the limo service had to offer; just look, they even have whiskey.”

I watched as Persephone opened her black Gucci bag and carefully snuggled three of the bottles in the bottom of it.

“You guys are a bunch of alcoholics. Keep this up, and you won’t live to see me graduate from med school.”

“And not embarrass you in front of all of your little friends? I don’t care if I need to pull up in a hearse, you’re going to see us.”

“Bold of you to assume you’re going to graduate.”

Persephone grabbed an ice cube from the bucket and threw it at Hades' forehead.

My night in sexy armor.

“Oh shut up, you grouchy, old man. Ignore him; he's just mad because he hates joy and fun.”

My uncle rolled his eyes and lowered the divider to ask Charon how much longer until we got to the restaurant.

“Be patient Hades; the table isn’t going anywhere.”

“No, but the reservation expires in less than an hour, and I’d hate to miss it; it was nearly impossible to set up a reservation for this place. I had to schedule for a week in advance.”

I blinked at the wealthy man and watched Persephone do the same.

“Hades…please shut up.”

“Yes dear, do be quiet, not all of us grew up swimming in Olympic pools of gold coins and having our butts wiped with Benjamins.”

“I do something nice, and I’m immediately made the bad guy.”

“Yes, now be the good guy, and get out of the limo, you’re trapping me and Percy in.”

I pressed my face against the glass to take a look at the building we had pulled up to. The sign at the front of the restaurant read, ‘Lago’. The entire building appeared to be white and had an open patio that overlooked the Vegas Eiffel Tower.

“I’m going to send you back home if you don’t stop pressing me against the door Persephone.”

“You don’t seem to mind it when we’re at home.”

“Not to be a buzzkill of anything, but I can feel my stomach eating my shirt through my belly button. Can we go inside and eat?

“See Persephone, the boy is starving.”

Hades held my hand as he helped me leave the vehicle. Persephone was standing by the driver's side window, telling Charon when she wanted him to pick us up. I almost felt bad for the guy. Did he ever sleep? I’m pretty sure he was even older than Hades.

“You look handsome, Perseus.”

Hades brought my hand to his lips and kissed my inner wrist. He was an old-school lover, but maybe that’s why I enjoyed being kissed by him. He reminded me of my father but could keep a wife and choose not to abandon his family.

“Thank you. Did you notice I’m wearing the earrings you gave me last week?”

“Of course, I was beginning to worry you didn’t like them. I was planning on buying you a different pair.”

“Didn’t those earrings come in a set, though? If you throw them out he’d have nothing to match the bracelet and necklace, too.”

Persephone flanked my other side as Hades led us to the entrance of the building.

“I would have bought you a whole new set. One much more expensive and attractive.”

“And one that matched your eyes better. You look good in diamonds, but you would look perfect in sapphire or zircon.”

“He would look perfect in anything.”

I sucked my gut in to make room for the rich couple to kiss around me. Hades put his hands on my waist, and Persephone curled a strand of my hair. If I leaned into one of them enough, they would diverge and kiss me.

“The reservations, dear?”

“Can wait.”

My stomach gave an unappealing kick. “No, I don’t think they can. I’m hungry now, baby.”

Pressing one last kiss behind my ear, Hades peeled himself off me and straightened his suit.

“In that case, what kind of man would I be if I let my lovers starve? After you two.”

The inside of Lago was just as white as the outside. Multiple fluorescent lights gave the room a heavenly look, not metaphorically but rather literally. It's like an airport to heaven.

The back wall appeared to be made entirely of glass, giving the guest a full view of the fountain display outside.

“This place is gorgeous.”

“Nice to know you like it; this is where I took Persephone for our first date. I hoped you would like it too.”

Hades was waved by a passing waiter and held out his ID.

“I made reservations for the patio view. I want a mint spritzer, two glasses of bourbon, one with ice and one without, and a pineapple amigo.”

Without waiting for the approval of the poor, employee Hades made his way to the top of the restaurant.

When we got to the open patio, I was starstruck. I've seen photos of the view before, but none of them brought the place justice. The lights reflected off the white and blue decals and gave the experience an expensive air.

“Do you like it? I made sure to get you the best seats in the whole damn restaurant.”

I spun around the room, falling over one of the wicker

Deck chairs pointed towards the fountain.

“Why is there no one else here?”

“I got reservations for the entire patio dear; no one is coming up here but the staff.”

“Damn Hades, what's into you today? Is something special planned today?”

Hades and Persephone shared a silent look from across the room. It was one of those glances I have yet to decipher; it was something that usually meant ‘We're both hiding something from you, but it's not the time to share it’.

“Try not to think so hard about it, or you'll hurt yourself. Now, look at the menu and see what appeals to you.”

A waitress different from the young man that was flagged down earlier brought us our drinks and left once Persephone told her we were still searching.

“The fonts are starting to hurt my eyes. What do you two recommend? I've never been here.”

Hades scanned over my menu before pointing towards the bottom. “You'll enjoy, Polpo Lago.”

“Or the, Calamari alla Griglia.”

“Yikes, I'll just get whatever is easier to pronounce.”

“Don't you speak Spanish?”

“Doesn't mean these words aren't a mouthful.”

I picked up the Mint spritzer and gave it a sniff. I didn't trust the alcohol that strangers made, but if anything happened to me, I was confident Hades and Persephone would bomb the building for me.

“What do you think? Do you want me to send it back?”

“No, it’s fine. Plus I’d hate to be a bother”

Persephone put her hand on my knee.

“Oh sweetheart, you could never be a bother.”

“I was talking about the staff.”

Hades downed his first glass of bourbon and picked up the second.

“Bother them all you want. That’s what they're here for.”

“As someone who’s worked in customer service in the past. Fuck you.”

The waitress from earlier marched back up the stairs with a pen and notepad.

“Have you three decided what to order yet?”

The woman had an accent.

“Yes me and my husband will be having…”

The accent was thick. It was hard to understand what she was saying. It sounded Polish. Maybe Romanian? She was pale. Her complexion reminded me of Abbey from Monster High.

“Percy! Do you want the waitress to bring you anything else?”

While I was lost in my head, Hades and Persephone had managed to order our food and refills.

It looks like it was my turn to act like an adult.

“I’m good with everything you guys got; just make sure to keep my water glass filled.”

Hell yeah.

“Excuse him, he’s more eyebrows than brain.”

“You said you liked my eyebrows.”

“I do.”

The waitress walked off with our order and Persephone went back and forth on the state of my eyebrows.

“What were you so lost in thought over?”

I stopped mid-sentence to look in Hades ' direction. He was looking at the direction the waitress turned in like he was waiting for her to come back so he could pick a fight with her.

“I was thinking about her accent. She reminded me of Abbey from Monster High.”

“You mean that show your sister watches?” Persephone pulled out one of the limo wines from her purse and poured it into her restaurant drink. “Didn’t we buy her like, three of them for her thirteenth birthday?”

“Yeah, Cleo, Ghoulia, and Clawdeen.”

“Ghoulia was my favorite.”

Persephone pulled out a pack of cigarettes from Hades' coat pocket but put them back at the look I shot at her. I hated it when they smoked around me.

“I'll be right back.”

Hades stomped down the stairs, disappearing.

“What's up with him?”

“Who knows.”

After too long of a while, Hades came back with a new waiter in tow.

“What did that jealous old man do now?”

The waiter quickly dished out our orders and left without a word. I made a point not to look at him just as Hades made a point of not looking at us as he began to eat his meal.

“Hades.”

“...”

“What did you do to the waitress.”

“...Just eat your dinner dear.”

____

I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my stomach. I ended up eating a little bit of everything off the menu. It was spectacular having to date two rich people.

“I’m stuffed to the brim, I don’t know if I can eat anymore or else my buttons will go flying.”

Persephone chuckled and rubbed wide circles on my tummy like I was our pet dogdogNot even dessert?”

I sat up straight and grabbed the nearest fork. “Maybe one dessert.”

Hades had disappeared again earlier, and said he was going to put in a ‘special request’.

“Hey, Sephone, do you know why Hades is acting so loopy today?”

“Persephone stacked up our empty plates for the waiter to pick up when he got back.

“Hades is…an enigma. Try not to worry too much, you know how he is in public spaces.”

A small group of servers walked onto the patio cleared the table and left just as quickly as they arrived.

“Where is that husband of yours? If this keeps up I’m going to start thinking that he no longer wants us.”

“I don’t think there is a lifetime or universe where I don’t want either of you.”

Turning around I was planning on chewing Hades out for making us wait so long but froze when I saw the plate he was holding. In his hand was a slice of blue cake.

“Happy anniversary.”

What.

“What! What do you mean-”

“Hades your ass, it is not our anniversary, calm down Percy.”

Hades' shoulders shook with laughter as he handed me the slice of cake. “She’s right, I just wanted to make you sweat.”

I swat Hades' arm when he moved close enough pushing his face away when he leaned in for a kiss.

“No way, you don’t get a treat after scaring me like that. Persephone can have it.”

I took Persephone’s hand pressing my lips to her giggling mouth. She’s drunk all night so far and if she kept up she wouldn’t remember anything tomorrow. Her mouth tasted fruity and made me feel tipsy myself.

“That’s enough you two, keep this up and you're splitting the bill.”

Me and Persephone separated with a wet pop. After taking sobering sips of my water (and thinking of naked grandma’s) I felt clear-headed enough to dig into my cake. The inside was chocolatey and spongey like red velvet, when Hades had ordered my cake he must have put in the works. The cake wasn’t as good as my mom's, but it was still tasty.

“If you two could excuse me, I’m going to head out and powder my nose.”

Persephone pulled out the Hades pack of cigarettes and a box of matches then headed down the stairs.

Hades pulled me close to his side as I finished my slice of dessert. I pulled my feet up on Persephone's abandoned spot and leaned my weight on him. If I was a cat I pur would have made itself known in my chest by now. Despite all the fun I loved to poke at him I couldn’t help but feel like such a schoolgirl with him.

Hades was old enough to be my father, even older than him. Persephone wasn’t that much younger than Hades herself, midway through her thirties and still as blooming as ever. Hades was twice my age and five times more mature. Maybe I was overglazing him, but he made me feel…extraordinary.

Yawning I felt myself slipping into the beginnings of a nap. I was tempted to take a nap at Hades’ feet. Curl up here and sleep forever. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.

“Tired seastar?”

“Yeah. Thank you for taking me out here. I can see why Persephone loves it so much.”

“Mhmm.”

Hades lifted my head and pulled me into a kiss. I couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed with him. The kiss was different than the tipsy one I’d shared with Persephone, even though he’d had just as many glasses of bourbons as she had ‘amigos’, he was much better at holding his liquor than either of us.

“Percy. I must admit that there is a reason why I haven’t brought you here until now.”

Hades slid down the couch and kneeled in front of me, grasping my hands.

“Percy I am so proud of you. Since the day I met you, I knew that you would live on to be great. You once told me that you’ve had people look down on you all your life and you felt that you wouldn’t be able to accomplish anything.”

“Damn Hades, way to not hold back.” I intertwined my finger with him leaning down to kiss him. He was such a sap. I wanted to hop into his lap and let him talk me through _____.

“Percy. This is the spot where I proposed to Persephone nearly eleven years ago,”

My heart fell to the bottom of my shoes as I watched Hades pull out a blue velvet box from Persephone’s purse. Popping the box open a band of black gold coiled around embedded sapphires until meeting at the center drawing my attention to the center of the show, a dark blue tanzanite that gleamed under the patio’s fairy lights.

“And Percy. This is the spot where I’m now going to ask you the same question. Perseus Jackson, will you marry me?”

“Yes!”

I ripped the box out of Hades’ hand so I could snap the lid shut and throw it on the chair I was previously occupying. Falling into my fiance’s lap, I kissed him until his lungs couldn’t take anymore. I pressed my forehead to his and tried not to sob into his mouth.

“I love you fiercely, Percy.”

“I love you too. Now let’s go back home so we can celebrate in our bed with Sephy.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time I celebrated a proposal here.”

“Wait, what?”

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DAY 2!!!

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indulgentandidiotic · 1 year

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Venti College AU! Comfort

Warnings: consumption of alcohol, reader is an art student in college, Venti majors in some type of music thing GN Reader

Synopsis: You're stressed with an art project; how will Venti help?

You cried out, tearing the paper from your sketchbook and crumpling it into a ball, tossing it to the other side of the room. Archons, was this hard to do! I mean, come on! You had three art projects going on simultaneously, an art history test to study for, and an English paper due the next week, which you hadn’t done at all…

You were already having so much trouble brainstorming for one of your major projects, which drove you crazy! You felt unable to move on to your other assignments, not just because you wanted to have a clear plan for this project first, but because you were just so damn tired! Class mixed with art commissions combined with maintaining your general life was getting to be too much for you. It felt like you hadn’t had the chance to breathe in ages, since every week was filled with buckets and bins of work. These current projects were just from the past few weeks, after all, with you having just recovered from midterms and the commissions you took on the month before.

You sighed, rifling through the papers scattered across your desk, looking for some of the better sketches you drew for the project.

No… no, not that one. Archons, what was that even supposed to be? It seems that because of your fatigue and your being stumped for ideas, none of your sketches really made any sense, nor had any visual interest whatsoever. Frustrated with the horribly abundant amount of failed ideas, you let your head fall to the desk, utterly defeated. Perhaps, if you fell asleep now, you’d get a good idea from a dream?

You barely registered the door to your apartment unlocking or the joyful, “I’m home~” as you continued to sulk at your desk. Nor did you register the sound of shoes being thrown into the basket near the front door, or socks sliding against the floor towards you. It wasn’t until someone practically shouted into your ear that you registered anything at all.

“Songbird?! Did you not hear me return from my late-night rendezvous? I was about to ask how you’ve been faring, though it seems-”

“Venti!!” You squealed, snapping out of your daze and rocketing up from your position.

He chuckled. “You know, dear, your desk is not the best resting spot. You’ll wake up with the most terrible aches!”

“I- I wasn’t sleeping! I was just… taking a short break from my work! I’ve been hard at it all day!”

“It’s 2am, Y/N. Are you telling me that for as long as I’ve been gone you’ve been working? I recall seeing you drawing from morning to right when I left.”

Venti was looking at you with a worried expression. You had truly been drawing and studying nonstop all day–you had even declined Venti’s invitation to accompany him to a party he was invited to.

“Have you gotten anything done?” he asked, and you hung your head in shame.

“No… My brain’s run out of juice! I don’t have any inspiration at all, and I’m already behind on everything and I-!”

Venti clucked his tongue, wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace. “Oh, songbird, why don’t you take a break? Let’s get rid of that stress and then I’ll help you brainstorm for your projects, ‘kay? I snatched a bottle of wine on the way home! Maybe the buzz’ll give you some ideas~”

You nodded, too tired to argue. Taking your hand, Venti whisked you over to the couch, telling you to stay put as he got everything ready for your break. When he came back, he was clutching two glasses of wine and the bottle, and holding a blanket and a box of cookies in the other. Throwing the blanket on top of you and shoving one of the wine glasses and cookie box in your hands, he grabbed the tv remote and plopped down next to you.

“What do you wanna watch?”

You hummed, downing the glass in one go. “Just something mindless, I don’t really care.”

Time passed in a blur, Venti putting on some silly reality tv show for you to laugh at, and refilling your glass whenever it got low. Before you knew it, your head was resting on his chest as he ran his fingers through your hair, leaving sweet kisses on your crown. The drinks were long forgotten, and the tv became background noise as you listened to Venti ramble about his day, words slurring a bit due to his drinking of half the bottle of wine. You listened to how he made some cool friends in the same major as you at the party, and how he saw the most darling little dog playing outside the apartment complex, and how his professor gave him an extension on one of his works, and how he got stopped for an extensive id check while buying wine. The soothing lilt of his voice paired with the drinks and his rhythmic brushing of your hair tired you, and you fell in and out of consciousness. Right as Venti began to sing a lullaby about Windwheel Asters and dandelion breezes, you fell into a deep slumber.

The sunlight was warm and lovely, despite it shining directly onto your face. You groaned, shielding your eyes from the light as you fully woke up. You felt like you’d been born anew. You didn’t recall ever sleeping so soundly.

You stretched, giggling when you heard Venti grumble as you disturbed his rest. You turned over to face him, placing your chin on your hands. “Good morning, love~! I slept wonderfully and it’s all thanks to you! I feel much better now that I’ve taken a break. I think I’m ready to tackle that project again~”

Venti grinned, regaining full clarity. He reached over you, picking up his phone. “I’m glad! It’d be a real shame if you woke up at… 12:37 and didn’t feel refreshed.”

You froze. “12:37?? Wait! It’s that late?! I- I’ve really got to get back to working!”

He whined. “Wait, Y/N, don’t leave! We’ll start your project later, I promise! Let’s relax a little longer!! ”

“Venti! I’ve gotta finish! Don’t..” you struggled to get out of his grasp, “don’t you have work to do, too?”

And that’s when Venti froze. Eyes widened, he looked at you, speechless.

“Oh,” he breathed. “I forgot… I had to write a song.”

#indulgent writing 🍓#venti x reader #venti genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin #genshin x reader #venti genshin impact #genshin venti #previously found on theheavilyinulgentgoat. but no more

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A Date at The End of The World | Five Hargreeves x gn!sparrow!reader | Part 3

Summary: Five immediately takes you on your second and third dates. There's no time like tonight.

Warnings: swearing, underage drinking, Five strip tease? (I'm joking- a bit- no smut though don't worry)

Playlist inspired by this fic: POV: Falling in love with Five for one night

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You and Five had finished your food and were making casual conversation, getting to know each other. Five goes to pour you both another glass of wine only to find the bottle empty. “Damn it.” He mumbles. He stands up to get another bottle from the bar when loud music starts to play by the dance floor. You immediately get up from your seat and grab Five by the hand, yanking him towards the dance floor, where everyone else is already dancing. The two of you stumble over, and sloppily dance your hearts out. There’s no rhyme or reason to your moves, you just feel the music and the alcohol and let it take you.

You dance with Klaus and Diego, Lila and Sloane, all of you having the time of your lives. Once you get tired you stumble off the dance floor sweaty and parched. So you make a bline to the bar. You grab two glasses, one for Five. Since his bucket list wish was to get fucked up, and you weren’t going to deny him that pleasure.

Five notices your absence from the group and follows after you, like a lost puppy. Lila leans over to Diego and shouts in his ear “What’s wrong with Five? He’s acting…mushy.”

“I think he’s got a crush.” Diego replies. Klaus throws his arms around the couples shoulders and pokes his head in between theirs. “It’s young love.” He swoons. “It’s so sweet, I haven't seen Five this happy since-” Klaus pauses, thinking. Then seemingly giving up he just slithers away and back to mindlessly swaying to the music.

“Did I tell you that you look pretty tonight?” Five asks as he slides in next to you behind the bar. “No, you didn’t.” You reply simply. “Well, you look very pretty.” Five says, slurring his words a bit. You giggle and grab a handful of little straws from the counter. You use your power to transform them into a small bundle of tiny white flowers. You hand them to Five with a smile. “You also look pretty.” Five blushes and places the flowers in his breast pocket.

“Hey, do you wanna get out of here?” says Five.

“Five there’s nowhere to go, the hotel is the only building left.”

“Yeah, yeah, the hotel. Let’s go explore and have fun. We can blink into peoples rooms and go through their shit.” Five suggests. Usually you would be against it, but there’s literally no one to stop you so why not. “Consider this our second date. If you’ll have me?” Five holds out his hand. You smile and take it. “I’m in.”

The two of you spend the next hour or so blinking into the suites on the top floor, stealing their alcohol and rummaging through their stuff. You play dress up trying on the rich peoples fancy coats and prancing around the room. Either drunk Five is a lot of fun or you’ve gotten him to loosen up around you, but somehow you’ve managed to get him in a long, green, designer coat with a silk scarf and sunglasses to match. You yourself found a wonderful fur coat and a silly hat.

Five sits down on one of the suits' plush couches with a tall glass of champagne in his hand. You have to admit that the green coat really works for him, it brings out his eyes. “Darling I do say you look absolutely charming in that coat.” You say, putting on a silly posh accent.

“Thank you dear. I’d say the same for you, except you’d look much better with 50 pounds of expensive diamonds giving you neck pains. Yes, you would look absolutely radiant.” Says Five, going along with the bit.

“Perhaps you can buy me some when we return to our mansion in the small European country that we own.” You say, plopping down on the couch next to him, putting your feet up on his lap. You two rest for a while on the couch before Five asks “Are you bored yet?” You hum in response. “Never.” You sit for a while longer, basking in luxury.

“It’s too hot in here.” Five says suddenly, getting up from the couch, stumbling as he removes the scarf and coat. He loosens his tie and undoes a good share of buttons on his shirt. His suit coat was already lost somewhere a long time ago.

You stare unapologetically. Your face is getting warm. Your mouth is salivating.

You shake yourself from your daze, embarrassed. You take off your coat as well, feeling yourself start to sweat in the stuffy suite.

“Let's go to the roof.” Five slurs, voice cracking a bit. He tightly grabs your hand and pulls you close to him, blinking you both to the roof.

The air is much cooler here. You take a deep breath, taking in that sweet scent of apocalypse. Five’s hand is still wound tightly with yours. You carefully stumble to the edge of the building, sitting down. “Wow.” You breathe. “You have to admit, it's kind of beautiful.”

All around you orange clouds or space dust- you don't know which, swirl in the sky. Stars can be seen peeking out from behind it all. Hotel Obsidian is the only building left standing. Floating aimlessly waiting for the kugelblitz to take it away with the rest.

“It really is.” Five says. “I’ve spent most of my life in the apocalypse, I would never have thought to call it beautiful. This one is I suppose. Maybe you being here makes it that way.”

Five looks around him, and he picks up a piece of gravel and shows it to you. “Can you uh-” He waves his fingers around. You smile, understanding. You touch the small stone and it blooms into a beautiful pink flower. Five looks at you and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, he then places the flower there. “For our third date.” He says softly. You smile and rest your head on his shoulder, taking his hand back into yours, and toying with his fingers.

#the umbrella academy #umbrella acedmy #the sparrow academy #tua #tua imagine #tua five #five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves one shot #five hargreeves imagine #number five #five x reader #tua x reader

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mondscheinprinzessin · 2 years

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[ CLOSE ]: while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact. - joonas/olli

Yeah, so, Office AU anyone?

This company party was absolute shit, Joonas decided, and not even another beer with Joel could get his spirits back up. Furthermore he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of all his bosses by getting too intoxicated and while it was technically not their work time he didn’t intend to get too friendly with the people that were paying him.

To his surprise he caught a glimpse of Tommi talking with the son of their boss, Niko, Joonas thought he remembered right, someone he had not been too keen on meeting as he would soon take over the business and Joonas had his opinions on people inheriting everything from their rich parents, thinking everything was supposed to fall into their hands. So he was puzzled to see Tommi out of all people holding a conversation with that guy who despite being smaller than all of them was holding his head so high he might as well compete with Tommi.

Well, Tommi will surely tell them everything about it tomorrow during their break in the kitchen, everyone always up for gossip with a cup of coffee in hand, and a cookie of Aleksi’s wonderful baking.

Joonas wasn’t sure where his friend was currently, not too unlikely he had gone hiding in his office to get some last-minute stuff done in peace while everyone was a floor up, but Joonas also wasn’t about to bother him now if he was, having done enough scolding in the past he thought Aleksi deserved an undisturbed night.

The only person missing now was Olli, and Joonas realized he hadn’t seen him in a while, thinking he had gone to the toilet, but that had been almost half an hour ago.

Having made it his mission to find his best friend Joonas first made a stop at the bathroom, but it was empty, and then turned into the office, but the desk Olli was usually sitting behind was also empty, making Joonas think for a few seconds.

Taking the path into the printing room, Joonas stopped when he heard some noises coming from behind a door he had just walked by. It was the small storage room for most of the office supplies and post utensils, but despite the noises he had thought he had heard, pushing open the door he found it dark, and he was already about to close it again when he heard another sniffle.

Switching on the light, Joonas stepped into the room only to find Olli in a corner sitting on a bucket put upside down, face in his hands, but looking up when Joonas entered, showing a miserable expression on his usually pretty face.

“Joonas? What are you doing here?” He asked with a thin voice.

“I should ask you that.” Joonas replied, crouching down to get on eye-level with Olli. “Hey, are you crying?”

His question was followed by another fall of tears and Joonas reached out to wipe them away from Olli’s red cheeks, warm under his thumbs.

Olli laughed wetly and removed the remaining tears with a knuckle. “Thanks. I don’t even know why I’m crying.”

“What happened?”

“You know, just being my clumsy self.” Olli laughed again but it wasn’t genuine at all, and his frown returned quickly. “Poured some wine down our boss’ shirt and then got to hear what a terrible secretary I am, and everything I’ve done wrong this week. I don’t think they will keep me here any longer, not with how angry he was.” He explained, the shakiness returning into his voice.

A new tear ran down Olli’s face, but he made no move to stop it, and it dripped down his jaw onto his shirt where Joonas could see a wet patch had formed, his heart breaking for his friend.

Somewhere in the depth of his pocket he found a tissue and gave it to Olli who thanked him before wiping the wetness off his face and blowing his nose.

“He’s an ass, you know that, and him saying you’re bad doesn’t mean it’s true, he just likes it when other people feel small and he comes out as the winner no matter what.” Joonas tried to assure Olli who still looked upset and Joonas wouldn’t have it to see him sad. “We will find better jobs.”

“We?”

“You didn’t think you can change workplaces and leave me here, did you? We could be the new chaotic barista duo. Or take over the late-night shift at the gas station. Or start our own business, or be rockstars and get famous.”

“You’re silly.” Olli said but smiled from Joonas’ words and it gave him instant relief to see the small change.

“Just for you.” He answered, ignoring how close he once again gotten to saying too much. “Let’s get you back to your pretty self in the bathroom, alright? And then we can leave.” He proposed and helped Olli up.

Still holding on to Joonas’ hands, Olli said, “Oh, so you’re not thinking I’m pretty now?”

Joonas knew it was just meant to be cheeky, normal teasing between the two of them, and yet Joonas couldn’t make himself answer with a joke, words stuck somewhere between his chest where his heart gave him a completely different order of words and his throat which couldn’t decide on what to let out, so in the end he said nothing.

But as they still were standing close, he couldn’t prevent himself from looking, and of course Olli was pretty. So, so much. Sometimes it was taking his breath away and while he was supposed to work instead he stared at the wall opposite of him in his office, dreaming of another universe where he wasn’t too afraid to ask Olli out.

But every time he opened his mouth, nothing of his original question came out, and it would be hilarious if Joonas were to witness it himself, but for him it was just getting more disappointing the longer he waited.

Looking at him, Joonas again got that longing back that liked to tug at his heart, wanted to scoop him up, bring him in with an arm around his shoulder and hold him close, maybe let a hand disappear under the white shirt to feel at his soft stomach and his broad chest, let it wander higher to his neck, bring him in with little force and-

Joonas’ gaze got stuck at Olli’s lips, pink and wet from tears but still so inviting that it was hard to tear his eyes away. When he wandered further up, he found Olli’s eyes already on him and he was caught again, unable to look away.

Olli was breathing with his mouth slightly open, distress vanished and replaced by curiosity, his big eyes searching Joonas’ face, for what Joonas didn’t know, but he also couldn’t give neither a question nor an answer, could just gaze into Olli’s eyes.

It was quiet around them, the noises of the party not reaching them here, and all Joonas could hear was deep breathing, his own quicker than usual.

A hand on his arm tightened and Joonas was pulled out of the spell, at least far enough to find his tongue working again although it seemed to be disconnected from his brain as he said, “A pity it’s not our annual Christmas party, somebody would for sure have hang up a mistletoe in here.”

The implication was unambiguously and Joonas could see the shift in Olli’s eyes before he was lured in by his smile again appearing on his face.

“You can kiss me without it too.” Olli said, words so quiet Joonas thought he was whispering it straight into his ear. And he shuddered when Olli’s hand came up to caress the fine hair on his neck, just as he had imagined it doing to Olli, but it turned out that the other way around was just as nice.

Huh, the first step wasn’t so scary at all, Joonas realized, and finding his own smile said, “That would be my pleasure.”

#answered #itsfandomsgalore #yes Tommi hooked up with Niko after that in case anyone was curious #and Joel found Aleksi behind his computer and brought him home and they fell asleep together #and Joonas and Olli also got home together but they just talked and kissed🥰

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darthbreezy · 9 months

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Magpies 4 (Honestly, it's better organised on AO3)

''So... four then.'' Ivy said slowly. ''Gimmie a sec...'' ''No.''

Exasperated, she asked, ''Can you tell the future? I mean, tell me the future. Like what's gonna happen tomorrow?''

''I can...''

''When?''

''After it happens. Two down, two left.'' ''That is such bullshit! Fine! What would happen if I just... didn't ask the last question?''

The grin became a drawer full of sharp knives, and she shivered, shrinking down into herself.

''Can I go home now? Please''

The savageness left Crowley's features, and his smile became almost human. ''I thought you'd never ask...'' he said softly, and snapped his fingers, Everything went dark... * * * London, Soho, The Bookshop

Angel... After a few millennia, you get to know a person, so as soon as Crowley entered the shop, Aziraphale shifted into true Crowley's Angel mode.

The bags of take away were put away and wine bottlers would be swapped out for scotch as Aziraphale directed Crowley to the back room of the bookshop. ''Not a word against it, Crowley,'' Aziraphale said firmly, fussing about. ''Go. Sit. Right now.''

He stumbled to the back, and flopped down on the gold coloured antique settee that had apparently found a home here in the back. Probably something Angel had picked up while he'd been away...

He was bone tired.

Exhausted.

He just wanted to sleep for a week.

In an instant, he'd fallen to the floor and onto his knees, heaving. and Aziraphale was next to him, a glass of water in one hand, the other rubbing gentle circles on his back. After a few moments, his breathing normalised and the heaves stopped.

''Fuck...'' He muttered.

''Not right now, Dear,'' Aziraphale deadpanned. ''Maybe after you've had some rest...''

Crowley turned his head to look at Aziraphale, open mouthed.

What?

A slight smile touched his lips as he continued. ''Not that either, I'm afraid. I know you didn't eat any of those heavenly smelling ribs, but only she knows what would come up if it went sideways...''

''Errr... Angel? Are you... are you all right?''

''Worried about you, of course,'' Aziraphale murmured. ''Is it...''

''Done? Yeah,'' Crowley grumbled, slowly getting to his feet. ''And no, I'm not talking about it. Where's the scotch?''

''Water first...''

''Fine!''

But he didn't feel fine, The settee seemed like as good a place as any to settle for a little bit.

At least for now.

Begrudgingly, he took the water, suddenly aware of how quiet the bookshop was.

''Where's Peppa?'' he asked, trying to sound more annoyed than he really felt. ''Shouldn't they be in here, taking notes for upstairs or something equally useless?''

''Muriel is off with Maggie and Nina at some kind of... '' Here Aziraphale's voice took on the slightest note of disapproval as he handed Crowley a fairly large measure of alcohol, ''A Bee-bop show. They won't be home until much later...'' Crowley considered this, downing half the glass in one go. ''So we're alone for the evening...''

''It would seem so, yes.'' ''And part of that plan includes getting ridiculously drunk...''

''Hmmm, perhaps...''

Crowley regarded him through narrowed eyes, already feeling a little heady from the drink. ''S-s-still not gonna... gonna TALK about wha' happend Angel...'' He downed the remainder of his drink and then offered his glass for a refill.

''I have no idea what you mean, Dear.'' Aziraphale purred, filling the glass again. ''But if you're going to actually be sick, use the bucket. The settee is Edwardian, and I just had it redone...''

It had taken more than a full bottle and a half before Crowley was drunk enough to start talking. Aziraphale, who had been nursing the same glass (well, a second, truth be told) had managed to cling to enough remnants of sobriety not to stick his fingers anywhere other than through Crowley's hair with the latter's head on his lap. Occasionally, he managed to utter what he hoped were sounds of encouragement. He could only hope they were the right ones.

Nothing he said made any sense anyway, He'd ranted about the 'plant girl' and asking questions and nightingales, and demonic miracles and shit factories and endless seas of salt.

When Muriel knocked on the back room door that morning (for she had been enlightened in no uncertain terms how knocking was important,) she had found them. Crowley dozing on Aziraphale's lap while he absently stroked the demon's hair with one hand, a book in the other. He smiled. ''My dear, do you think you could watch the shop for a day or two? Crowley and I are going to have a little holiday. I think we need it...''

#crowley #aziraphale #good omens #fanfic

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yandere-sins · 2 years

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Hihihi!!

On the ask about a drug addicted love you put a monster one and yes! I need it. If you have any fics ideas for it I would really appreciate it if you would bless you with your awesome writing of one.

To be honest they don’t even need to be drug addicted they can be whatever, I just would love a monster one like that. Have a good day

Oh, I just listed some dependency tropes, they were seperated from the the drug addict just comparisons! I did have an idea for this, but feel free to be more specific with your requests in the future if this wasn’t what you wanted!

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It was a terrible storm.

One that no one should ever need to witness. You told your friends not to drive out too far into the sea, to stay close to the shore. More than once did you ask them to turn back as the clouds turned gray, reminding them of the boat rental receptionist suggesting you come back before afternoon. But no, selfish as they are, none of them wanted to lose a moment of fun on ‘their vacation’. You could have been back in your Airbnb by now, enjoying some wine and watching the storm pass, but no one listened.

Now you were trapped far, far out on the water, grabbing the wet railing as hard as you could, but it constantly escaped your grip. It was the blue hell that sailors didn’t dare to speak about, and you were surprised your boat hadn’t gone under yet. Panicked, your friends tried to steer the small motorboat back to the harbor, instructions and insults being screamed as they tried not to fall off whenever a wave hit. If you didn’t manage to get back soon, who knows where the storm was going to carry you to, out on the big, blue ocean. It was no joke that so many feared it, and after this experience, you weren’t sure if you could ever set foot on a boat again in your life.

All your friends were huddled around the steering wheel, trying to hold on and not swallow too much saltwater as it kept being swept on board. It was almost as if it was coming from all sides, trying to devour your boat whole. Horrified, you kept losing your grip, praying silently for the storm to just stop, but every second that passed, you got more anxious and terrified. What if you never got back to the haven? Would someone be able to find you out there? Or worse, what would you do if the boat sank?

Panicked, you looked at the floor, a layer of water already accumulating at your feet. You had to do something. Grabbing a wet baseball cap from your friend, you began shoveling the water over the rails and back out to sea where it belonged. It wasn’t the most useful tool, and as soon as you swept out one cap, a bucket full of water seemed to be brought back in from the waves. Still, you felt better trying to prevent a disaster instead of just holding on and letting your thoughts spiral in all the wrong directions.

“I got it! Stop it, I know the way!” the friend on the steering wheel yelled to another one trying to berate him before he harshly turned the poor wheel to the left. A jerk when through the whole boat as it attempted to comply with the instructions, and you slipped, losing your footing and hitting your back on the iron rails harshly. A wave approached just as the boat turned towards it, and before you knew it, the machine laid sideways, throwing you off as you couldn’t get a hold on anything as you were still in shock from the pain.

Suddenly, everything became quiet, eerily so, as you sank underwater. Peaceful even, in a strange, dangerous way. The storm was a mere motion down there, not a sound or disturbance. Swimming towards the surface, you got caught in a wave over and over, pushing you down, keeping you underwater. As if it was not letting you go, wanting to keep you in it for as long as possible, hungry and delighted by your presence. The non-existing sound of water rang in your ears like white noise, but no matter how much you struggled, you couldn’t break through the surface just a fingertip away from you. In silence again, you sank, not even able to see the boat of your friends anymore, wondering if they even noticed they lost you. If they even cared.

Was this how you were going to die? Alone, cold, in the eerie hush of the ocean like a blood sacrifice so your friends could escape? Your underwater vision had never been good without goggles, but it was starting to truly blur as your lungs desperately pleaded for air that you couldn’t give them. Everything was so dark and scary, even worse because of the storm, and you were drowning because others cared more about their vacation than your safety. How pitiful you were.

But the ocean was more forgiving than you could have ever imagined, singing sweet, sweet lullabies as it took you deeper and deeper till your last breath. It kept you warm, holding you in its movement, and sang to you for comfort. You underestimated the kindness that was the ocean, and even if you were a sacrifice, in your last moments, you hoped it honored you enough to keep your friends safe. Blue turned to black, and then silence; long, long silence.

You could hardly decide what shocked you more: waking up after drowning or the artificial light coming from above you and blinding you as you opened your eyes. There was a small portion of you so convinced you died, for a moment, you forgot how to breathe or swallow your own spit. And with a panic - induced by your survival instincts - you sat up quickly, eyes widening in shock.

Everything about this room looked like, well, a room. You were sitting in a bed, big and soft. It was enough for a whole family to sleep there. Then there was a table, chairs, lights hanging from the ceiling and walls, all around you. A shelf with seemingly trivial gadgets found on it, wall decor looking like spears and axes hanging high above your head. At first glance, it all seemed ordinary for a home, but when you rested your hands down on the blanket draped over your lap, you noticed for the first time how heavy it was. As if its sides were dragged down by something. The material felt weird under your fingertips, intricately woven, however, it didn’t feel smooth and soft like a blanket should. Curiously, you lifted it higher to see better, a sloshing sound rang out, implying it was... wet?

The temperature in the room wasn’t uncomfortable, if not a little warm even, so you didn’t notice at first, but the bed you were laying on was surrounded by water, and the blanket hanging off its side had partially soaked up on it. Looking down the edge of the bed, you could clearly see the ground of the ocean a few feet below you, sand, crabs, seaweed sticking out of it. But even when you stayed calm and did not create ripples in the water, the image was still disturbed. Was there an invisible floor between the ground and you?

Curiosity got the better of you, and you stretched out your legs to try and walk on what you presumed was flooring. Water surrounded you up to your hips, making it even harder to walk on your wobbling legs. Still, you managed to approach the table sticking out from the water. Now that your fussy, half-dead mind finally cleared up a little bit, you realized the table and chairs were made from corals—pretty if you liked the marine style. But looking above you, everything became a bit more surreal.

The top of the room resembled a conch but much bigger—enormous even! Enough to be like the roof of a house. You had no idea shells could grow this large or was it perhaps a manmade one? And the lights seemed more like... algae despite it shining like a lamp. In the same way, the bed too only resembled a piece of furniture, with fabrics made from plants that could only have grown on the ground of the ocean.

You felt yourself cower more into yourself, arms hugging your body protectively as you tried to make sense of this. There must have been walls; otherwise, air wouldn’t have accumulated around you, but they were just as invisible as the floor. For a moment, you wondered about a door, but you quickly realized that a door couldn’t be opened if you truly were underwater. Driving your hand along the walls, you inspected them for a way to get out, else you were feeling like you were getting claustrophobic. Maybe you had been swept to a curious resort-like hotel that had underwater bunks, and you’d be able to get out soon. Still, the strange, glass-like substance was harder than you thought as you pushed against it.

A wave captured you just as the sound of water being perforated caught your ears. You turned around, slipping and crumbling to the ground with your back hitting the wall behind you all over again, making you feel a familiar sharp pain. You could barely stay above water as you sunk to the ground, despite the air being much easier to reach now.

You wouldn’t have been able to breathe anyway, not with the panic inside of you as you were stared down by a creature much taller than you but only half as much human.

“Impossible,” you gasped, pressing yourself closer to the wall as it approached you, rendering you absolutely horrified with what you were witnessing. A man, half human, half fish, had climbed inside this room. Without even its whole tail inside, it was already taking up most of the space, and you weren’t sure what to fear the most about the creature.

Was it the human resemblance with the off-balanced proportions and clear signs of it not being human, like the tail, the gills, or the webs between its fingers? Was it just the tail that unnerved you so? Gray and very shark-like, with fins on each side, two pairs in total, and very, very long? Or was it that you knew what it was, and yet you couldn’t believe that mermaids exist even now?

“Im-poss-ible...” it stuttered slowly, exposing a row of sharp, pointed teeth and seemingly thinking about what you said before adding to it, perfectly without a hiccup, “Now that’s just rude,” in your tongue.

You couldn’t care less how rude it was that your mouth gaped wide open, enough to swallow a lot of water if the creature moved, to drown. Its hand reached up and out of the water, long arms, long fingers, proportional to the beast, but not so much to you. In an instant, flight instincts set in, knowing you could never fight it, and you jumped to the side, over the bed, and with a loud Splat! back into the water. In your panic, you had already forgotten there was a wall that would eventually hold you back.

Coughing and convulsing like a helpless child, you tried to get the water out of your lungs again, your little mission having been absolutely unsuccessful and rather only upset the mermaid - merman? - instead. You couldn’t help it! What would the creature do if it was in your situation?

Swim away.

Your eyes flitted to its tail, how the end seemed to hang into the ground and appear... outside. There was an exit after all! You just didn’t notice it at first! Instead of waiting it out, listening to your aching body, you slipped towards the hole, ready to dive under when a large hand snatched around your waist, hoisting you up and out of the water, ungracefully throwing you back on the bed, with a loud, “Woah!”

By now, you were in too much pain to try something again. Even if your back was only bruised, it felt like you broke your damn spine from continuously hitting things. Humans weren’t constructed to have so much blunt force trauma, and you had to learn it the hard way.

“Are you trying to die?” the creature asked, pinching your face in its palm, your eyes fluttering open in shock. Meekly, you shock your head as much as the grip allowed while it hovered over you. “Good, because we are really deep down, I don’t think you’d be able to make it to the surface, so don’t try.”

Blinking at it in confusion, you sneaked a peek through the translucent walls. All you could see was water and more water, fish swimming around without a single care in the world. But wherever the surface was, it was impossible to make out. There were questions in your mind that you wanted to ask, but you were almost too scared to talk, and tears in your eyes that you were too afraid to cry. However, your body couldn’t handle the pressure of the situation anymore, and you felt hot teardrops fall from your eyes into the hand of the creature.

Surprised, it looked at where the tears met its - actually somewhat slimy - hand before it let go of you to bring it to its mouth, a horrendously long tongue catching a taste of it. “Huh, cool,” it muttered, still fixated on its hand until it heard you sit up and slip away from it nervously. To your surprise, it seemed to get the hint, its body sinking back into the water and partially out of the room until it could lay down leisurely at your side, utterly unfazed by the situation that freaked you out so much.

“Wha- Why- How... You...” You tried your best to form a sentence, to make yourself be heard even just a little bit. But there you were, performing poorly under the fear and anxiety inside of you. Not surprising, but still disappointing. Its eyes fixated back on your face, intently studying you and every vibration coming from your mouth, always needing a little time to answer.

“What is going on, why are you here, how are you still alive, and what am I?” it asked all your questions, and you slowly nodded. “Humans always ask the same questions,” it lamented, sighing deeply as if it was offended. It felt a little belittling but also strange that this wasn’t an unusual occurrence for the creature, apparently.

“You almost drowned, but you were saved—by me! I think your kind calls me a mermaid since no one ever survived to ask what we call ourselves.”

You gulped as it chuckled at its own remark. That was a bad direction to take. But if no one survived, then there certainly had been others before, or?

“Anyway, it’s a little hard to pronounce for your tongue I’m afraid, so don’t bother. You are here because I brought you here.”

That concluded its relatively sparse answers to your questions, barely making you feel any wiser. For a little too long, you two merely stared at each other, its eyes rarely blinking or straying from you. You were the first to open your mouth, but before you could speak, it perked up, interrupting you.

“Don’t even dare to ask to leave after all this work it took to save you!” It was a stern warning, yet it confused you all the more. “I’m grateful, you know...” you mumbled, carefully choosing your words. “But I can’t really stay here because--”

In an instant, it was hovering above you again, asserting its unrivaled dominance, your foreheads almost touching. It was so close, you felt your own breath as it was stuck between you two. “Then, do you want to die?” it asked, and you shut up real quick.

Hands perched on the free space of the bed, the creature was slowly but surely heaving itself up, the tail winding until it was entirely inside the room. It looked strong and firm, deadly enough to break bones if you got hit by it without being in the water.

“Because if you try to swim out of here, I don’t think you’ll have enough air before the surface,” it taunted you, visibly amused with a grin. Its long pointer finger reached up to trace the form of your windpipe down your neck. With the finger ending in a sharp claw, you didn’t even dare to gulp.

“And if not, I can’t promise someone else won’t pick you up and take you home with them.” Miserable, you lifted your eyes to the creature’s, gazing at it pitifully.

“I saved you. I put you in my home. I am strong, a good swimmer, you only made it because it was me who caught you. You said you’re grateful, and you’re better not lying about that. Because you should be, others would have eaten you. I could have eaten you. You better be good and stay here, unless you’re into that kind of thing where I have to come and get you again and again.”

Maybe it was the water that finally cooled you down or its threats. Still, you began to shiver, unexpectedly diverting its attention from you to your scared reaction. You couldn’t help yourself. Part of your brain still believed you were dead, and maybe this was hell welcoming you. But either way, you were scared, helpless, and losing all control over everything.

“What are you... I don’t...” it muttered, a sudden panic evolving in the room. Fumbling a little, it finally pulled the blanket out from under its tail, draping it over your shoulders as if you were sick. But you didn’t mind the coddling all too much, quickly grabbing on to it and tightly wrapping it around you like a shield. Wherever you were, you had nothing here. No support and no chances to survive, and that thing was the closest to an ally you had seen ever since your friend ignored and forgotten you in the ocean after you fell off.

“I will learn to take care of you, don’t worry. We intelligent ones can take care of humans. We can provide for them. But you’ll stay here, after all I’ve done for you. You’re mine now. There is nowhere to go, even if you reach the surface, and I’ll always drag you back down if I have to.”

Despite the blanket and you flinching from its touch, it gripped your chin between two claws, turning you to face it. You no longer knew if you should be scared, humbled, grateful, or panicked, but you realized for the first time that you didn’t like the look it gave you. It was too... human, and yet, wrong in all the worst ways. Its eyes shone like gems, looked at you gentle as if it was talking to its lover. But in them, deep inside, you saw a predator swimming, waiting for the right moment to snap and bite.

“I like you,” it suddenly grinned, the pointy teeth making your expression turn in disgust. “I heard it was fun to have a human from the others! I wonder what else we can do...”

In the worst possible timing, your stomach suddenly growled, and it seemed puzzled at that sound, probably hearing it much louder than even you did. At the same time, hunger might have saved you, how you realized, as the creature suddenly let go, mumbling over and over, “Food... Food...” as it searched the room. Its tail was going everywhere, lifting out of the water and flying over you, before it suddenly crawled towards the hole in the floor, seemingly ready to dunk into the water before stopping, its head turning towards you creepily and a big smile crossing over its mouth.

“I’ll be right back,” it assured you, and with a massive amount of waves, it disappeared into the ocean, making you watch it swim underneath your flooring before taking off into unreachable corners for you.

Settling back on your bed, you wrapped the strange blanket tighter around you, almost to the point you hoped it would drown you. None of what happened was something you wanted to believe, and for a moment, the thought crossed that it might have been better to die than to experience whatever this was. You wanted to forget everything, from the slimy touch, these endlessly deep eyes, to the fishy smell that was now lingering everywhere. But what could you do?

Because the only thing you were sure of at this point was: it was coming back for you. And it had plans.

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bloodycassian · 3 years

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Reader x Cassian - Hellish Prompt: Reader is an assassin/spy that was caught and azriel has spent months torturing her for information and can’t get anything out of her and cassian eventually goes to see who this assassin/spy is and the mating bond snaps and cassian beats the $hitt out of az bc of the mating bond instincts and rhys has to intervene and break up the fight (i was thinking this could switch between azriel’s POV at the start and then switch to cassian's POV)

AN- this was SO fun to make. Please more requests like this!! I love the idea of unexpected mates!

TW -blood/ blades.

Drip, drip, drip. Copper smell filled the small room. Blood leaked down the drain in the floor. You wheezed a laugh bitterly and spat on the ground at his feet. Azriel's rage simmered calmly under his dark shadows. They coiled, ready to strike. Wanting to strike. The sound of your feeble laughs was practically the only sound Azriel had gotten from you for the first week of torture. The second week was worse, even for him. Truth teller revealed nothing when he gouged into your skin from the bottom up. Truthfully, he was impressed beyond measure. But that didnt mean that he could stop the job at hand. He had to know, and wished he didnt have to do this kind of thing to get the information from you. "Listen..." He sighed, cleaning his blade. He was always nervous whenever he had a back turned to an enemy, no matter how well they were restrained. But he trusted his shadows enough to tell him if something was wrong. "If you just.. Cooperate and tell me where the Queens are, we can let you go. No trouble, just releasing you back to Rask." He tried to keep his tone neutral, but he was nearing an exhaustion point. Torture every day for two weeks had its toll not only on the victim, but the dealer as well. His shadows seemed to be growing restless too, waiting for a chance to strike. He watched your reaction from the corner of his eye. Noted the way your head hanging loosely seemed to gain a bit more strength before you spoke. "Losing your touch, Spymaster?" You revealed a row of bloody teeth to him, and grunted when the chains at your wrists stung the magic that weakly attempted to help you. Azriel could have sighed. He could have laughed and bled you dry. Have a healer come and patch you up enough to keep you alive. The idea was tempting, but he didn't like having anyone besides his brothers see him in this mode of darkness. He could have brought Rhys down to attempt to break into your mind again. After the first attempt and Rhys' reaction to being blocked, he wasn't eager for that again. So he sighed, and brought out the potions laced with Faebane. + He was convinced you weren't a normal Fae. After months of his best torture methods he was a wreck. "She just-" He tried to hide his frustration, but his brothers knew him best. Cassian smirked by the fire, warming his wings. Rhys seemed a bit more concerned, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Azriel had never been one to spend a long time on torture. Rhys saw the frustration flowing from him after every session with the stubborn Fae in the dungeon cell. "I dont know what to do anymore. She's the only one to have never broken." He ran a hand though his hair. His shadows seemed weak, exhausted like him. Rhys considered for a moment, looking between his two brothers. Cassian seemed to be enjoying Azriel's frustration. Maybe a bit too much. Rhys sipped his wine then, with a look of innocence, "Maybe we will have Cassian end it. Perhaps seeing the Lord of Death in front of her will knock something loose." Cassian's stare whipped to him, a silent plea on his face. "We should leave it to our expert Rhys-" Azriel laughed, cold and bitter. "The expert hasn't got a damn thing out of her. We either kill her or send her back to Rask with all the information she's collected about us. With nothing in return." Shame lined his features. The sense of failure to his high lord was a heavy weight to bear. "Cas...I expect you down there tomorrow afternoon. It will be her last chance." Rhys' no nonsense tone shut down Cassian's retort. His jaw locked with distaste. He hated the cramped cells below the house of wind. Hated the way going underground made his wings feel like they needed to stretch. The worst was when that stale air was laced with the rotting smell of dead mice or old blood. It made his skin crawl just thinking about it. "Come on Cas, dont you want to see the only one that's outlasted me?" Az asked with a mock grin. He couldn't give the same smile back. Turmoil spilled inside him at the thought of going so far below the mountain. + Cassian took a long time to go to bed that night. His restlessness about the next day made him wake up over and over, never having more than an hour of peace before being waken up. Azriel held up a mug of tea to him the next morning. "You look like shit." He handed his brother the mug with a small smile. Cassian glared at him, but took it anyway. He went to the balcony, his heavy wings needing to feel the fresh air. It was like taking a bath after being covered in grime. He sighed in relief, letting the late morning sun graze his body. The cold wind from Illyria was beginning to come in for the winter, and the familiar smell ignited something in him. He felt a draw, but shoved it to the back of his mind. He knew what he had to be this day. "Why the hell do we have to keep them so far down again?" Cassian complained. Around and around and around. Down deeper and deeper into the pit of the mountain that the house above was carved out of. Cassian felt like his lungs were collapsing the further they went. He tried not to let his nerves show, but he knew Az's shadows would pick up on it anyway. "Remember when you broke your arm chasing down that Attor?" Azriel could have laughed at that memory, but the story surrounding it made the experience soured. More shame on top of the guilt already there. Cassian hummed in approval, welcoming the distraction the memory brought. He tried not to focus on how each turn of the staircase got darker and darker. How the air seemed to compress around him. He locked his eyes on the scar on one of Az's wings. "And we spent a week fixing the top story of that apothecary?" He asked, keeping his voice steady. "Yes. Dont you remember how the Attor got out?" Cassian shook his head, and Azriel huffed a laugh. "I left the door open for just a second to get a new knife and..." He shook his head, part in anger and regret, part in shame. "It had escaped before I turned around. I dont know how it happened, to this day." Cassian stared at the back of the shadowmaster's head. The dark ripples around him seemed to spike. "It happens Az, you can't be perfect." "It's not perfection, its basic thought. After that we moved all enemies to the lower dungeons. No matter the threat. Rhys even put wards on the arches." He ran a hand over the walls, his fingers catching a few of the grooves that linked each spelled archway to the other. Cassian left the conversation at that. At least his brother wasn't brooding as much as before. The dim lights began to come into view, and his heart began hammering. Adrenaline singing through his veins. His polished siphons glowed, reflecting red off the dark stone ceiling. He had polished all his black armor the night before, when he couldn't sleep. Something poked, prodded at him all night. Keeping him awake. He figured he may as well make use out of it. "She's not going to talk to you unless you show..weakness first." Azriel said in a low voice. Cassian nodded, reaching the end of the stairwell with him. Cassian couldn't see the dark figure in the cell, but he felt the presence nonetheless. The dark draw that you demanded. He wondered how Azriel had dealt with that pull this whole time. The tantalizing draw to you. He shook his head, pushed the hair out of his face and nodded to Azriel. He opened the door, then began his ritual. At the start of every session he would toss a bucket of water over your body, then a bucket of salt. It made the wounds that handn't healed fully scream in pain. You jolted at the suddenness of it this time. "Good morning, shadowsinger." You ground out, voice rough with strain. Cassian watched in awe at his brother. Cassian was never one for torture. There was a reason Azriel was appointed to this position. Watching the calm cruelness of him was jarring, but Cassian kept his face straight. He stood behind you, watching the flimsy attempts to pull at the shackles holding your arms up. Lacerations dotted each arm, some light pink scars. Some were still scabbing over. A chill ran down his spine. "You have a guest today, would you like to see him?" Azriel's voice was cool, calm. Like he was speaking orders to a group of soldiers. He began slicing new lines into your arms, moving up to your neck. He had left your ears in tact, as a last resort if you refused to speak to Cassian. The pull Cassian felt was overwhelming. He walked a bit too quickly around you, plastered on a wicked smile for show, then crouched down. The smile faded when he finally saw your face. Your dripping hair was a horror on its own. Plastered to the skeletal cheekbones, and pale eyes. Those eyes were brighter than anything he'd ever seen. A field of flowers down the slope of Illyrian mountains. His world shifted, drawing the breath from him. "Mine." His mind seemed to roar with that alone, but in a thousand different variations. "Lover, friend, partner, mine mine mine. Mate. My mate." His lips quivered with the realization. With the way his heart soared, and the way he moved without realizing it. He choked a gasp, and fell forward on his knees before you. He saw the same astonishment in your reaction. Azriel dropped his sword, confusion and concern alert on his features. "Cas wh-" Before he could finish, before his shadows could detect that Cassian had even moved, his brother was on top of him. Cassian's knuckles stung with every punch. A new kind of rage flared inside him. It made his muscles yearn for violence. Made his teeth crave the flesh of those that so much as looked at you wrong. There was no mercy for Azriel, it was as if he was an enemy on the battlefield. Cassian held nothing back. You hung limply from the chains that bound you. Crunch after crunch sounded from Azriel. He eventually managed to push Cassian off of him. Then they locked together in battle again. Clashes of armor against armor were deafening. The snarls they ripped at each other were loud enough to make you cringe. Your heart squeezed at the sounds of Cassian's breath. At the scent of blood spilling. You pulled feebly at the chains, your mind roaring to protect him. Your mate. You tried to watch the battle, but the weakness in your body refused to let you turn more than a few inches. They were panting, Cassian fighting with a ferocity Azriel had never seen. His eyes flared with rage, like he was possessed. "Cas-" Azriel grunted, shoving his brother backwards. His back hit yours, pushing you down and digging those stone cuffs into your wrists. You hissed in pain. Cassian roared and lunged at his brother again, and again. The darkness that boomed outside the cell was jarring. The stone ceiling shuddered, small rocks and dirt falling from it. Cassian did not stop. He didn't hesitate, coming at Azriel with punch after punch. His fist crushed the wall behind where Az's head had been.

"Enough." The high lord's cool command was enough to make you still your weak attempts at looking at the two. Cassian's chest heaved as he tried lifting his arm to punch Az again. Pure fury in his heart was enough to make him disobey Rhysand's order.

Then Rhys' talons gripped him. Freezing his mind, stilling him. Rhys' face shifted to surprise at what he glimpsed at there. "Oh.." He breathed. Azriel panted, backing away from his brother, out of the cell. He locked the cell and wiped the blood from himself, his wings hanging limply behind him. "What- the hell." He panted, nursing his arm. Cassian's eyes locked to your small frame. How your muscles quivered, how your arms shook with the effort of holding yourself up. He felt Rhys' claws recede slowly from his mind, releasing each part of him one by one. He rushed to you. He picked up Azriel's sword and with a clean, masterful swipe, broke the enchanted stone that bound you. The weak sigh that came from you was heartbreaking. His eyes pricked with tears, and he caught you before you could fall to the floor into the puddle of dried blood. He didnt notice, or care that it was there. He sat there with you, cradled you and shook with you.

"Cassian... She's.. Cassian's mate." Rhys said slowly, astonished. He didn't take his eyes from his brother in the cell. Azriel froze in place. For a moment, the dungeon was completely still. Totally silent, as if the world waited for what was to come next.

Azriel turned on a heel and left, trudging up the stairs. Rhys dared not touch his mind. "Cassian...." He spoke, trying to get his brother's attention. He did not glance at Rhys, just curled around your body more. Protecting, nesting almost. Rhys knew the feeling too well from the weeks after he and Feyre's bond snapped into place. "We will check in tomorrow. Be safe, brother." Rhys spoke to Cassian's mind. It was nothing but an ocean of rushing thoughts. Cassian could have bared his teeth, could have tried to fight his brother through the bars of the cell. Hell, he could have probably broken through those bars with the primal strength flowing through him with the rush from the bond.

But he didn't. He stayed, his warm body pressed against yours. Those siphons glowing against your skin like a fire. He stroked your hair soothingly, his tears like rainfall on your body, through your bloodstained clothes. He didn't remember falling asleep there, but it was the most restful, peaceful night he'd ever had in his existence.

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sweeterthanthis · 3 years

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Pairing: Dark!Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader

Summary: When Ransom takes you to the most expensive restaurant in Boston, he's not prepared to go without what he thinks he's owed. Even if you don't want to give it to him.

Warnings: NONCON, sexual violence, heavy knife play, mild blood play, humiliation, vaginal penetration, anal, anal creampie, forced orgasm, 18+.

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: This is very dark. Please take the warnings seriously and scroll on by if it's not your cup of tea. I am not responsible for your media consumption. Thank you so much to @cockslut-padalecki for beta'ing this for me. I appreciate and love you! And big thanks to @msmarvelwrites and @river-soul for pre-reading and all your encouragement throughout. You're both incredible 🖤

‘How did I get myself into this mess?’

That thought had entered your mind a thousand times, from the second he insisted on ordering your drink for you. You don't even like red wine. But he insisted. Just like he insisted on ordering you the salmon. Insisted on paying the bill. Insisted on sharing a cab home. Insisted on walking you to your doorstep. You didn't notice him wave the cab off into the night, and if you had, you’d have run inside as fast as your feet could carry you.

You’ve been locked away in the bathroom for god knows how long, working your way through a panic, and desperately trying to figure out a way to get him out of here. Out of your house, and out of your life.

Sure, Ransom is gorgeous. When he’d first walked into the restaurant - twenty minutes late, of course - you were practically squirming in your seat. Bright, ocean blue eyes, chestnut hair perfectly coiffed and not a strand out of place, cheekbones that could cut glass. The man was a delight for the eyes, but it didn’t take you long to figure out that he was anything but sweet.

He’s condescending, arrogant, spiteful, clearly spoiled rotten - and in a nutshell, the total opposite of anything you’re looking for in a potential romantic partner. You had considered, just for a moment, inviting him into your bed for the night. A one and done kind of thing. Just to test out that admittedly impressive physique. But the second he cupped the waitresses ass right in front of you, you knew that wasn’t going to happen either.

“You’ve been in there an awfully long time, sweetheart.” His voice is muffled by the wood, the door handle jimmying as he tries to twist it free of the catch in the lock. Your hands are shaking, purse strewn across the couch, your cell phone completely out of reach. “C’mon, what are you doing in there? Didn’t even offer me a drink before you hid yourself away. Not a very good hostess, are you?”

You clench your jaw, teeth gritted together as you ball your hands into fists; trying to rid yourself of the unbridled rage threatening to claw its way out. Nothing good will come of you losing it. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you let out a shaky breath - trying to find some semblance of calm amongst the chaos.

“I-” your voice shaky, you grip the edge of the sink to ground yourself. “I would like you to leave. I’m not feeling well. Must have been something I ate. Maybe the salmon?”

Silence falls upon you, and you release a breath you don’t realise you’ve been holding when you hear your front door slam shut a few moments later. Guess you were right about one thing. He really was an asshole. Sure, you aren’t sick - but he doesn’t know that. He hadn’t even bothered to ask you if you were okay, just upped and left.

You splash some cool water on your face, brush the taste of bitter red wine from your teeth and tongue, and remove your makeup. You can’t help but huff a laugh at the thought of telling the girls at work just how fucking atrocious your date was. At least you have a funny story to tell. You’d be laughing about it soon enough, right?

Making your way out of the bathroom, you pull the cord and turn off the light; locking the front door and hanging your keys up on the hook. You stifle a yawn as you make your way upstairs to your bedroom, pulling a sleep shirt from your dresser and tossing it onto the bed.

You spy your reflection in the mirror, furrowing your brow and muttering to yourself, “Wasted yet another gorgeous dress on yet another asshole.”

Reaching awkwardly to unzip yourself, you shrug out of the dress and throw it into the laundry hamper at the end of your bed. You’re about to shuffle out of your lacy panties when your eyes land on the contents of your makeup bag strewn across the floor, and your heart misses a beat because you could have sworn it was on your dressing table when you left.

You look to the window to see if the heavy breeze knocked it over, but it’s closed; just like you know it would be. You shake your head from side to side, trying to rid yourself of all the silly thoughts flooding your brain.

“Swear I’m going fucking crazy sometimes.”

You sink to your knees with little to no grace, reaching for your mascara and your lipsticks, throwing them back into your cosmetic bag. You can’t shake the feeling in the pit of your stomach. Something’s not right. You still your movements, sucking in a breath through your nostrils as you look around the room.

Your heart stops in your chest, breath hitching in your throat when you see it.

A camel coloured, woollen coat that you’d recognise anywhere, draped across the arm of the chaise lounge in the corner of your bedroom; and you freeze.

You can’t move a muscle, tears pricking at your eyes. The realisation dawns on you, as if someone dumps a bucket of ice water on your head.

He’s still here.

“Anybody ever tell you you’re way too trusting?” His voice startles you, your body turning to face the doorway; Ransom’s large shadow illuminated by the light from the hall. His lecherous eyes wander over your body as you try to cover your modesty, standing on wobbly knees and reaching for the sleep shirt on your bed. “Oh, I wouldn’t bother with that if I were you. You won’t be needing it tonight.”

“Yo-you need to leave,” you stutter, holding the shirt tight against your chest, your knuckles white from gripping the thin cotton material. Your gut twists when he smirks at you, one hand behind his back and the other resting on his hip. You find your voice again, a little sterner this time. “I don’t want you here. Leave or I’ll call the cops.”

Ransom takes a stride forward as you take furtive little steps backwards, back digging into the dresser behind you. He cocks his head to the side, eyeing you from head to toe, and then back again.

“Little lamb cornered by the wolf, huh? What did you expect, princess? I wined and dined your stubborn ass at the most expensive restaurant in Boston, and you think I’m gonna let you decide when the night’s over?”

You’re shaking, teeth chattering together in fright as he looms closer to you; his body a few feet from yours, crystal blue eyes burning with an intensity that chills you to the bone. He reaches for the shirt in your grasp swiftly, ripping it from your fingers and throwing it back over his shoulder - your hands the only thing left to protect your modesty.

“C’mon. Playing hard to get isn’t cute on you. Show me what I paid for.”

Your eyes flit from left to right, brain whirring as you try to figure out a way to escape him. There’s no doubt in your mind what he intends to do to you, and the mere thought of it causes bile to rise and burn in your throat.

“Go on. Try it,” he mocks, sensing your flight response rising to the surface. “Run. See how far you get. Maybe you’ll get a kick out of it. I knew you were into some kinky shit. Took it upon myself to have a little look-see through your bedside cabinet.”

Heat rises in your cheeks as shame engulfs you, the thought of him prying into your collection of vibrators and toys making your nose scrunch up in disgust. The last thing you could ever want is for him to put his hands on you.

You need to get the hell out.

He’s too fast for you though, snatching you up in his arms the second you get close enough, your back pressed roughly against his chest as his arm wraps around your waist. You feel a cool chill at your jugular, your eyes flitting down to the shine of a blade and a sob emitting from your mouth, the tip of it digging into your throat just enough to break the first layer of skin.

“You know, it’s a real shame it had to be this way,” he hums, breath hot against your ear as he walks you backwards a little. You want to struggle against his grasp, your mind screaming at you to act, to do something - anything. But the knife at your throat is enough to frighten you senseless. “I’m a real good fuck. Ask around, you’ll find that out. But you just had to go and make it difficult, didn’t you, princess?”

“Please,” you whisper, fingernails digging into the cashmere sleeve of his sweater. “Please, don’t do this. You don’t have to do this.”

He pulls the knife away from your neck just enough so his tongue can lathe at the crimson droplet seeping from the tiny wound; humming in satisfaction at the taste of your blood on his tongue.

“If your pussy tastes as good as that, I might have to come back for seconds.”

You’re shaking like a leaf, clinging to him to hold yourself up, his hips grinding against your ass - the prominent bulge beneath his trousers pressing into the crease of your behind.

“Please, I don’t want this. P-please.”

“Please, please,” he taunts, spinning you round in his hold to face him, the knife in his hand snaking beneath the lace front of your bra and slashing it open - your breasts falling free as he shoves you back against your bed. “You’ll be begging soon enough, but it won’t be for me to stop.”

You lay there frozen, barely breathing as he pulls his sweater up over his head, his broad chest outlined in the shadow of the dim light. You must be staring, because he’s smirking again. Smirking at you as if you want this, as if you’re enjoying it.

“You know how lucky you are that I even took you out for dinner tonight, princess? I can’t remember the last time I fucked a girl in a bed. We don’t usually make it out of the car before they’re dropping their panties for me.”

Your eyes fix on the ceiling above you, arms resting against the mattress limply as you begin to accept it. It’s going to happen. He’s gone too far to stop now. His naked form is on top of you, forcing your thighs apart as he looms down over you. He pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him as he runs the tip of the blade down over the valley of your breasts.

“C’mon. Give me a smile,” he whispers, his mouth latching painfully onto your nipple as he sucks it between his teeth. You hiss, your legs flailing either side of his waist as you struggle. “I bet, if I slip my fingers inside that little lace number - you’ll be soaked.”

You're crying, tears rolling down over your cheeks and onto the sheets below. You cringe when you feel the heavy thud of his cock against your lace covered core, closing your eyes and breathing in deep through your nostrils.

"Shall we find out?" Ransom asks, but he doesn't want an answer. He's not going to give you a choice in the matter regardless of what you say. He sits back on his haunches, the flat of the blade making its way down over your stomach, dipping just beneath the waistband of your panties. "I'll make you a deal, princess. If you're not wet when I cut these panties off, I'll let you go."

You can't help but sob harshly, because you can already feel it. Your body betrays your mind, and heat spreads between your thighs, the dampness coating the gusset of your underwear. And he knows it, too. Can tell by the expression of shame on your features.

You jolt up the bed when the chill of the blade drags across your inner thigh, slipping beneath the lace and resting against your heated core. You hate the way your pussy clenches at the sensation, cursing yourself inwardly as he chuckles.

You feel the strain of material against your hips as he twists the blade, the serrated edge tearing through your underwear in one swift movement - leaving your cunt bare for his possessive stare.

Ransom lifts the knife up in front of him, smirking at the sight of it, the flat edge glistening and slick from your juices. You want to vomit. You think you might when he lowers it to your lips, pressing it against them and stroking the apple of your cheek with his thumb. A misplaced tenderness that you don't appreciate.

"Looks like I was right, doesn't it?" He huffs proudly, nudging your bottom lip down with the tip of the knife. "Open up, princess. You can say you don't want it, but that pussy - oh, that pussy - she wants it."

His eyes are ferocious as you shy away, nuzzling your face into the mattress and refusing to follow his instruction. The slap of the blade on your cheek makes you cry out, dampness coating your cheek as he brings it back to your mouth.

"Don't make it worse for yourself. Do as you're told, and I might even let you come tonight. Bet I could get one outta you in less than five minutes. Wanna make that bet? Didn't work out so well for you the last time, did it?"

"Now, stick your tongue out." You do it, hesitating a little when the tip of your tongue hits the metal - the salty sweet tang of your essence soaking into your tastebuds. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

You flinch as he wipes the remainder of your slick against your cheek, the blade nicking your jawline on the way down, warmth rising to the surface as a droplet of blood trickles down to the hollow of your throat.

"Now, can I put the fucking knife down? Been waiting all night to get my hands on this tight body."

You hesitate a little, nodding slowly and letting your tears of anguish flow freely. He tosses the knife onto the floor next to his clothes, trapping your body against the mattress with his as he forces his mouth onto yours. He kisses you with a ferocity that knocks you off kilter, his tongue forcing its way between your teeth. You fight the urge to bite down, his strength easily overpowering yours. You just want it to be over.

"Next time I'll take my time, get to know what makes this body tick. But I think I've waited long enough to get inside that little cunt, don't you?"

Next time.

You swallow down the bile that gathers in the back of your throat, holding your breath when he reaches between your bodies and runs his fingers through your traitorously sloppy folds - pinching at your clit and making you shriek.

"Absolutely fucking drenched. You act all demure and frigid, but deep down you're just a whore looking to get fucked." You can't hold back the whimper that escapes you when he rubs on your sensitive nub, tiny - strangely tender - circles causing you to pant. "That's it. Just enjoy it, princess. Behave, and I'll make it good for you."

You can feel that all familiar tingle rising to the surface, one hand gripping the sheets beside you and the other covering your mouth, almost as if you're trying to hold in your mewls. It's disgusting, he is disgusting - but you find yourself only a handful of strokes away from your orgasm. Ransom rips your hand away from your mouth, positioning your hands above your head and securing them both with one of his own.

"No. I wanna hear those pretty noises. I deserve them." Ransom's ministrations quicken, your cunt clenching and releasing as you hold your breath and try to stave it off; but it's no use. "Oh, here it comes."

Your whole body jerks as you try to wriggle free of his grasp, your climax crashing over you and sending you dizzy, blood pounding in your ears and your cries ringing out in the air. Fresh tears fall at the realisation that he was right. How easy it was to send you hurtling over the edge. You're disgusted with yourself.

"I'd hate to say I told you so, princess - actually no, that's a lie - I fucking told you so," he sneers, shoving your thighs apart once more and settling between them, your wrist aching from the force of his grip. "Now, be a good girl and beg for it."

"Fuck you," you snap, your suppressed rage bursting out of you as you spit in his face - your saliva rolling down his cheek.

The blood drains from your face as he smirks and wipes it away with the back of his hand, reaching for your throat and squeezing roughly. He brings himself level with you, his eyes staring a hole through your skull as he seethes. "That was a mistake. I was gonna make it good for you, but now I'm just gonna take exactly what I want."

You're on your front before you know it, your body free of his weight as he leans back and reaches down over the edge of the bed. You try to scramble away when you see the knife in his hand, desperate sobs wracking your body when he grips your ankle and tugs you back towards him; his knees either side of your thighs as he presses his chest against your back.

"Please!" you cry, shuddering as he drags the tip of the knife up over the curve of your spine. "Please, I'm begging you, you don't have to do this."

"Yeah, I do. Feel how hard you got me?" he purrs, slapping the heavy weight of his dick against the cleft of your ass. You wince and clench your thighs, but it's no use, the bulbous head prodding at your hole. "When's the last time you got fucked? Not that it matters. You've never been fucked like this."

"No!" you scream, his hefty girth splitting you open in one brutal thrust, pussy fluttering to try and accommodate him. He's huge and you're sobbing. "No, please no."

"Jesus fucking Christ, that's some good pussy," he grunts in your ear, the pressure from the knife nudging against the column of your throat. "Does it hurt, princess? I don't care."

You sigh with relief when he withdraws, but he soon punches the breath from your lungs when he fills you up again - his hips pounding against your ass, flesh rippling from the sheer force of it.

"You're gonna come all over my dick, and you're gonna say thank you. Got it?" he spits, punching into you mercilessly, fucking your frozen body into the mattress. You cry out when he applies more pressure to the blade, your pulse thrumming against the metal. "I said, got it?"

"Yes!" you howl, clinging to the comforter and bracing yourself for each violation of your soaked channel.

You hate the way your cunt sucks him in, despise the way your knees tremble as he sets your nerve endings on fire. He can feel the way your body reacts to him, teases you with it, whispers filth over your shoulder that makes your gut twist.

"You look so pretty when you cry, has anyone ever told you that? I think you're gonna come again."

Every muscle in your body tenses up, his animalistic grunts vibrating against the nape of your neck at the feel of your walls clinging onto him.

"Oh, you are. And then I'm gonna fill you up. I hope you're on birth control."

You are. Thank fucking God, you are. But the fact that he truly doesn't care makes your blood run cold. He's a fucking psychopath, and you just need to make it out of this alive.

Ransom sets the knife down behind him, bicep curling around your throat and tugging your head back against his collarbone - devious eyes searing into yours, bloodshot and damp with tears.

"You're a mess, look at you," he smirks, throwing his head back in pleasure when he punches against the deepest parts of you, balls slapping against the crease between your thighs. You close your eyes, try to take yourself somewhere peaceful in your head. Just want this to be over. "You can close your eyes, but your body is on fire for me, princess. I can feel it, and I know you can, too."

He's right. Your limbs are trembling, the sound of flesh smacking against flesh like static in your ears. You climb higher with each stroke of his throbbing cock against your swollen walls.

"Oh!" you gasp, his lips latching onto your shoulder and sucking a purple bruise into your dewy skin. You can't take it, so close to shattering that your body just takes over. "I-, fuck!"

"Thank me. Say thank you when you come on my dick. Remember who makes you feel this good. Say it."

Your eyes roll back, a garbled mess of words spilling from your lips and your head pounding. You're wrecked, pliable and fucked out beneath him - your ruined, abused cunt gripping him so fucking tight, you barely register the loss as he withdraws. Your brain is hazy, the blunt pressure of his cock pressing against your asshole making your eyes snap open in fright.

"N-ah!" you yelp, the crown of him punching through the tight ring of muscle, tip nestling inside as you tremble from the foreign intrusion. His hot, sticky spend splashes against your insides, sharp jerks of his hips sending shooting pains throughout your body.

"I said I was gonna fill you up. I didn't say where."

Ransom takes a minute, burying his nose in your hair and inhaling the scent of your coconut conditioner. It sickens you, the way he praises you as your body lays lifeless beneath him while he recovers from his climax.

You barely move when he lifts himself off you, you don't even blink as the sound of his belt buckle clinking alerts you to the fact that he's redressing. Your mind is shot, your body is wrecked, and you choke out a sob when you feel his come ooze out and nestle between your pussy lips.

"Thanks for the date," he leans down and kisses you on the cheek, and you recoil in disgust. "Next time you seduce me like that, you could at least buy me flowers first. Oh, and don't forget to lock up. There are some real assholes out there."

#ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale fanfiction #chris evans x you #ransom drysdale smut #chris evans smut #ransom drysdale imagine #chris evans imagine #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x reader

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the-last-kenobi · 2 years

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every once in a while I remember the story of one of the neighbors I had growing up and one of the funniest power moves ever.

The family next door to us was pretty typical for the area. three kids, some land, some farm animals, and a married couple squabbling through their forties.

The husband was one of those guys who was always at work, and he had this knack of somehow pretending to be a manly man’s man that could handle anything while working a corporate job and letting his family handle most of the rough and tumble of semi-farm life.

The wife was the epitome of 2000s cowgirl but also, just a full grown woman that knew just what she wanted and did what she liked. She loved pink and high heels and wine and spas, and she loved wading through the mud after autumn storms to go take care of the chickens. She loved rom coms and also liked tinkering with the tractor and the truck. Neon purple gardening gloves and hot pink rain boots, always muddy. It was strong ‘coming of age film female character who can Do Both because she’s feminine AND cool’ vibes but it wasn’t deliberate, it was just because she was her, and it was awesome.

And she wanted to repaint the interior of the house.

It had been the same shades of bland builder’s white and yellow since they moved in and she was sick of it.

So she ran the idea by her husband. He said no.

She asked again. He said no.

She came up with a very specific plan and determined how she could handle all the painting herself. He STILL said no.

So this woman waits until he leaves for ten days on a business trip and she gets going.

Out come the tarps, the tape, the brushes, the rollers, the twilight t-shirt and purple sweatpants, and bucket after bucket of pink in a shade that probably isn’t produced anymore but resembled most closely a pastel piggy bank. She scrapped her entire painting plan and went to town with just the pink.

By the time her husband came home ten days later, every single wall in every single room except the bathrooms and the children’s bedrooms were the same shade of pink. The evidence was gotten rid of, the furniture moved back, and wall decor was reinstalled.

And this man walks back in his house and DOES NOT NOTICE.

Because for all his huffing and puffing and putting his foot down, this poor buffoon…is extremely color blind.

It took him EIGHT MONTHS to mention to his wife that the walls looked “lighter.”

“Not lighter,” she said, rinsing mulch from under her acrylic pink nails. “Pink.”

One year later they were divorced and she had the house, the kids, and all the animals… And two floors and a basement worth of pretty, pink walls.

It’s been years now, but I know this woman is THRIVING out there somewhere.

#jo is rambling #irl people #queen behavior #pink

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leo-gold-hotchner · 2 years

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Room Service

It’s been sometime I’ve wrote fanfic fanfic lol... or that’s how I think.

Aaron Hotchner X Reader

It should be a holiday for you and your teammates, but hell no. The crimi-fucking-nals did not leave the BAU alone. You sighed as you finished a glass of red wine you ordered from room service. You normally don't use the room service but screw that. It was a new year, and having wine while bathing felt so good. You have a right to feel relaxed for a bit, not thinking about the case or UNSUB. You soaked yourself in the lukewarm water for a minute before exited the bathtub. Your body shivered as the cold air touched your skin. As you showered, suddenly, an image of Hotch appeared in your head.

Why?

For a brief moment, just briefly, you thought about touching yourself. The warm water felt like hot steam, tingling your senses.

No. Can’t. Shouldn’t.

‘Haveta look on the case.’

You shook your head and turned the cold water. The steam quickly dissipated, leaving your body cold as ice.

You picked the ice bucket and a wine glass from the bathroom floor. The towel was large, but it wasn’t large enough to wrap around your body. It was late so that no one would be in the floor aisle. Without a deep thought, you tucked the towel vertically under your chin so the towel could hide your front. Hopefully.

With such a light thought, you opened the door and checked the aisle with your head picking out. No one. Good.

First, you put out the ice bucket. Mission accomplished. And the wine glass and the round black tray. As you hurried, the glass fell and saw leftover wine was smearing on the aisle carpet. You cursed inwardly and tried to move the wine into the tray with your bare feet. But life didn’t go well as it was planned. As far as you stretch your toes, it felt like cramping all over your feet. You growled in frustration, ventured out from your room, and stood the glass straight up. And that moment, the door shut closed. Your eyes widened, and you tried to open the door.

No. No. No!

This can’t be happening! You thought desperately. An FBI agent was naked -well front covered but as good as naked- in a hotel aisle. You were going to be all over the internet. No! Not that!

You thought about knocking on your friends’ doors. Maybe JJ or Reid. The two people won’t make fun of you. But then, JJ was with Emily, and Reid shared his room with Morgan. When you thought you were so happy to win a room for yourself, this was the consequence.

You were nearly panicked. You desperately wished this was a dream, and suddenly the door would open.

Alas, no. You placed your forehead on the door as you gave up opening the tightly locked door.

You have to go down to the lounge this. A piece of cotton barely covering your front. Maybe Dave? He can also be mischievous, but he won’t make fun of something like this. Right?

“L/N?” A stunning voice came from your left, and your body stiffened.

You didn’t look up, but you knew he was coming closer. You heard a low sharp intake and finally looked up at him. Hotch quickly diverted his eyes and turned his face to the side. But you saw him glancing at your body.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

You had to say something but couldn’t. Your voice stuck at your throat, only gaping your mouth like a goldfish.

“What’re you doing?” Your boss cleared his throat, his eyes closed.

“I locked myself out,” you said in a scarcely audible voice.

He finally looked at you and looked over your behind, probably looking at the ice bucket and the glass wine.

“Come.” He unlocked his room and invited you over quickly.

------Hotch-------

“Room service?” Hotch asked in a low voice as you sat down on his bed, hiding your body behind the towel.

“Yes, sir,” you replied weakly.

“Now you’re in my room. Does it mean you’re my room service, F/N?”

As soon as he finished, your face was inflamed with heat. Before you could reply or see his face, something covered your face.

You put down the thing and found it was Hotch’s shirt.

“Wear that. I don’t think the staff will be happy to see you at that state in their hotel.” You heard his snort.

Well, wearing Hotch’s shirt. You hid your smile behind the shirt as Hotch sighed.

“Um, how bout pants?” You mumbled and gulped as Hotch raised his brow.

“I’ll go and ask them,” he crossed his arms over his chest. “You stay here, don’t lock yourself out again.”

“Yes, sir.” You gave him a thankful smile.

------Hotch-------

Smelling your boss’ scent from his shirt, you rolled on his bed for a bit. You quickly raised to your feet as soon as you heard the door opening. Hotch squinted his eyes a little, but you ignored him.

“Your door’s open, L/N.”

Your face lightened, and you thanked him. “I’ll wash it and return to you, Hotch.”

He only nodded under the dim light. You opened the door to exit.

“F/N,” he called you. Hearing your name rolling on his tongue sent you a jolt of electricity. “If you want to smell my shirt, I can borrow you another one later.”

From his voice, you knew he wasn’t joking. You felt him standing behind you. You could literally feel his breathing next to your ear. You feared if he could hear your heart racing.

“Goodnight, F/N,” he whispered lowly.

“Goodnight, Aaron,” your voice trembled in ecstasy and exited his room.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #Criminal Minds #criminal minds fanfic

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Hue and Cry

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; abuse of power, threats, chase.

This is dark!medieval!Bucky Barnes x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You notice a sudden change in Lord Barnes.

Note: This is just me being self-indulgent. I start a new job on Monday and yesterday, someone close to me passed. I’m trying to distract myself but I’m too stressed to work on an standing series. This will have at least one other part.

Thanks to everyone and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

You scattered fresh herbs over the rushes carefully as you backed down the hall. The woven mats would absorb the scent and keep the floors tidy until the next sweep. When you reached the corner, you tied up the sachet and gathered up your bucket and broom. The corridors were already smelling fresher though the task had kept you well past the evening meal.

Your usual chores you assigned to Marjorie. As the years piled on her crooked back, she wasn’t as suited to the more physical tasks. Sweeping would have been too hard on her and you didn’t mind the solitary of the work.

You turned past the kitchens and stopped. Your footsteps seemed to echo behind you. You looked back but saw nothing in the shadows. It was late and most of the castle was asleep already, the torches were snuffed but for a few and you could find you way through the dark easily in the familiar castle.

You went to the rear door of the castle on the lower green, just beside the stables, and dumped the dirt. You heard the horses snoring and nicking as the moon shone down on the wood roofs. You basked for a moment in the silver light and the brisk night air. The harvest season was coming to an end and it would soon be cold.

You dropped the bar as you went back inside and returned your broom and bucket to the cellar. Again you heard a step that did not quite align with your own as you came into the corridor. You spun slowly and glanced around. Some of the younger servants were known to sneak around after hours and there was the odd mouse that skittered over the stone. You saw nothing and went on, more than ready to retire to your straw mattress beside Elsa.

“You sent the old lady,” the voice had your heart in your throat and you stopped short to bow to your liege.

“My lord, I was occupied elsewhere. Harold approved the reassignment,” you said shakily. It was unlike him to traverse the lower floors.

“She spilled wine on my tunic,” Lord Barnes said, “and she can barely see her own crooked nose.”

“My lord, she is old, we did not want her to tax herself--”

“She is a servant. Like you. You have your work and she has hers,” he stepped forward out of the dark shadows though there was no lantern or torch to limn his features, “I bid you to bring my meals and tidy my chambers, no one else. There are far too many covetous servants.”

You were put off by his confrontation. You replaced his former chambermaid several years back but Lord Barnes hardly seemed to warm to the change. He never offered more than an obligatory courtesy and when he was present during your tasks, he rarely spoke at all. Your service had been one of complacency on both sides, so you wondered why he would come to the lower floors to search you out after dark.

“I will be there tomorrow, my lord,” you said, “I apologise for my negligence.”

“And every day thus,” he demanded as he got closer.

“Yes, my lord,” you lowered your chin, “as you wish.”

He stopped only an inch from you and you felt him staring down at you. You didn’t dare look back, that would be an affront to any noble. He let out a long breath and slowly backed away.

“Go, you must be worn out from your hard work,” he retreated, “and there is as much to do on the morrow.”

“My lord,” you bent again and listened to his footsteps fade.

When you dared to look up, he was gone. The man was always particular, even those of his own standing were not guaranteed an audience, even as they visited his estate. He stayed far from court since his injury and on those occasions he did travel to the capital, it was not for more than a fortnight.

You did not take the encounter lightly. He had dismissed labour for less and you did not relish a job outside the castle, there wasn’t much to be had in the village. As dull as the work was, it provided you a place to sleep and comforts not known to many others of your breeding.

🏰

When you went to the lord’s chambers the next morning, he was away. His horse had been saddled for an early ride and you did not expect him until his evening meal. After your tasks, you kept busy until you were due with his supper. When you arrived with the tray, he was not there. You waited but he did not appear. You left the tray covered to keep the food warm and went to attend the last of your nightly duties.

You retired without seeing the lord once. The next day passed in kind, and the next, and the next. You wondered for a moment if it was due to his ire with you but quickly shrugged away the notion. Lord Barnes did not think so much of you and his absence was not so unusual. He was a reticent man even if he was willful.

The first you saw him again was with his supper. He sat at his large carved desk as you entered with the tray and you crossed to the round painted table. He raised a hand and tutted as he didn’t look up from the parchment before him.

“Bring it here,” he ordered.

You went to him and set down the tray on the left flank of his desk. You filled his goblet and he blindly reached over to take it. He gulped and kept his head down as he picked the chicken to pieces and chewed over the inky words.

You retraced your steps to the door, usually he ate alone, as he did most things. You only returned to clear his scraps.

“Do you not see the mess?” he asked without looking up. You turned and followed his sharp point to the shelves along the wall. “It is difficult to focus in the chaos.”

“My lord,” you nodded and went to the oaken shelves. You rearranged the crooked spines and tidied the stack of loose leaves. You took the cloth from your apron and wiped down the line of inkwells. You could hear him chewing quietly behind you as he shifted in his chair.

“And you will ready my bed for the night,” he demanded as you finished up, “pull back the covers, it’s been a tiresome day.”

He lifted the parchment and leaned back as he wiped his fingers on his breeches. You acquiesced with a “yes, my lord,” and went to his bedchamber.

You folded down the heavy blankets and linen and fluffed the pillows. You took the brick from the foot of the bed and set it in the hearth. The fall slipped in through the windows and the chill of the castle was no longer so welcomed.

“I won’t need that,” Barnes said as he entered. He was so quiet, you jumped and stood straight. You spun and bowed your head.

“Will that be all, my lord?” you asked as he unbuttoned his overcoat with one hand.

“My footman has been stricken with an ague after we were caught in the rain,” he said evenly, “you can aid with my wardrobe.”

“My lord?”

“Here,” he pointed in front of him and pulled his jacket free of his left arm, “you will take these,” he handed you the garment as you neared, “to the laundries.”

You kept your eyes on the plain grey fabric as he shoved his boots aside and added his socks to your armful, then lifted his tunic as you peered at the floor. He pulled of the leather glove that hid his iron hand, the metal forged to the mirror of his real extremity. You resisted the yen to look higher up the artificial appendage.

You were unprepared to act as his footman and as he stripped away his layers it made you squirm. He rolled down his breeches and slung them over the rest of his clothes.

He stood in only in his undershorts and bent your head lower, “my lord.” You backed away and he caught your elbow. He stopped you and you hugged the pile of clothes with your other arm.

“Didn’t you miss me?” he asked.

The question struck you. You were unsure how to answer. You were used to the silent, brooding lord, not this pensive, prodding master.

“My lord?” you frowned.

“You didn’t?” he urged, “do you not enjoy your duties?”

“I am only… uncertain of what you mean, my lord. I apologise for my displeasing response but I do not know how to answer.”

You looked at his hand still on your elbow. He squeezed and slowly his palm glided up your sleeve. You shivered as he pushed his hand against your neck and his thumb tickled under your chin.

“I must confess I missed you,” he said, “I did stay away because I was upset at your absence and thought to punish you in kind but it seems, it hasn’t had the same effect.”

“What do-- my lord?” you kept your eyes down as his hand moved higher and he brushed along your lower lip.

“I know I shouldn’t let these… feelings persist but there are many lords who indulge without emotion. I assure you, I do not touch you in a meaningless manner.”

“My lord,” you took a step back and he stopped you again. This time his hand gripped your jaw. He pulled you flush to him.

“Look at me,” he hissed. Your lip trembled and you raised your eyes reluctantly, “you continue to deflect me; your lord.”

You stared at him, searched his deep blue eyes desperately, and shivered, “I only seek to fulfill my duties as your chambermaid.”

“And I offer you more. Offer you… privilege over duty,” he rasped, “I would not mistreat you.”

Your heart raced and you wiggled in his grasp. You peeked down at your armful, “I should get these to the laundries, as you bid, my lord.”

He was silent, just for a moment, then he let go of you and tore his clothes from your arm. “You would deny me?”

You stumbled back and watched him fearfully, “my lord, I only-- I am only a maid--”

“I have a dozen maids,” he growled, “I would have you as more. I would take care of you.”

He bore down on you again and you backed up until you were at the hearth, the mantle jutting out against your head. You turned your head as he loomed over you and his hot breath washed over you. His hand was again at your throat as his lips trailed along your cheek.

“A lord does not ask,” he sneered, “a servant obeys.”

“My lord--”

“Shhh,” he hushed as he turned your head and pressed his lips to yours. He parted, his nose rubbing against yours as his hand stretched over your neck, “I can be kind or I can be cruel. Thus far, I’ve spent most of my patience on you.”

You quivered as he kissed you again. You were too afraid to resist as his hand descended to your bodice and he squeezed. You gasped into his mouth and he smiled against you. He grasped your waist and pressed himself to you.

Your blood went cold as the panic rose up your spine. As he tugged at your skirts, you were blinded by fear. You reached up along the mantle as he dipped his head to kiss your neck. You couldn’t think through your shock, your body seemed to move off instinct.

You grasped the beaten metal vase and swung it down on Lord Barnes’ head. He grunted and stumbled back as he touched his head and tried to shake away the pain of the impact. You tossed the vase and it bounced over the stone as you scurried for the door. You tripped as you reached the receiving chamber and heard him behind you, his steps slowly gaining strength.

“You little bitch,” his tone turned to fire.

You struggled to get the heavy door open and raced into the hall. You lifted your skirts as you barreled ahead of him on the stone. Your thin soles slapped the mats and you hurdled down the stairs as you heard his pants coupled with your own. Down and down and down and down.

You led him through the mazed corridors and flitted out through the lower doors behind the stables. You fell into the dirt and quickly climbed back to your feet. You tore off across the yard as he swore into the air and his steps came to a halt.

“I will find you!” he shouted as you head for the wall, your only hope was the tree winding up the east corner, “You won’t get far!” You reached the trunk of the towering oak and your hands scraped against the bark as you hopped and latched onto the lowest branch. You heard him calling to others, “saddle my horse! Rise and ready my horse, boy!”

You reached the top of the wall, weak and worn and hooked your leg over the stone. You carefully scaled the uneven brickwork and the tangled vines. As your feet met the dirt, you turned and fled towards the tree line, darkened with the myths of vengeful wraiths and wicked witches, driven by the threat of a worse monster behind you, the voices and hooves an omen of his intent.

#Bucky Barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #medieval #medieval au #medieval!au #fic #miniseries #dark fic #dark!fic #mcu #marvel #au #winter soldier

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clonecyare · 3 years

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I Can Handle Myself

Summary: You were perfectly capable of handling yourself when it came to matters of your safety. But that would never stop Fox from doing his part.

Pairing: Commander Fox x senator!reader

Tags: assination attempts, protective fox, senator!reader, republic gala, canon typical violence/shenanigans, banter, secret relationship, kissing, suggestive ending,

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: The 2nd instalment of my outfit series. This one is based on this outfit submitted by @murdertoothpick for Fox. Each fic in the series can be read as stand-alone fics.

1st instalment: Playing a Dangerous Game - Captain Rex x medic/!reader

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“I am going to say this one more time, Commander. I do not need a babysitter for this Gala, I am more than capable of handling myself.” You said matter-of-factly as you walked through the halls of the senate, datapad in hand, tapping perhaps a little passive-aggressively on the screen.

Commander Fox chuckled under his bucket, and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“With all due respect, Senator, you were the target of an assassination attempt 4 days ago.”

“And I survived. Nobody would be stupid enough to try a second attempt at Republic Gala, not with the Senate present.”

Fox chuckled and fell in step with you, bumping shoulders with you as you walked. “Maybe so, but it’s the wishes of the Chancellor that you have a member of the Guard escort you, while the rest patrol the Gala.”

You stopped outside the entryway to your office and put one hand on your hip, datapad and a stack of flimsi files clutched under one arm and pointing accusingly at Fox with the other from behind the death grip you had on your caf. “You’re enjoying this.”

You nodded politely to Hound who had been standing guard at your office, and he saluted with a polite, “Ma’am.” He took his leave as Fox took his place, leaning against the doorway with his head tilted as you punched in the keycode. The doors slid open, and he followed you inside, removing his bucket with a gentle hiss and holding it under his arm against his hip.

You couldn’t help but stare a little, just briefly. He was sporting a few soft grey hairs at the sides of his neatly trimmed hair. It made him appear just a slight bit older and more sophisticated, the neat locks of loose hair framing his handsome face.

“Perhaps a little. I do get quite the kick of you not getting your own way.”

His smug comment brought your attention back to the present and you muttered something in response with narrowed eyes. Dropping the stack of files and the datapad on your desk, you hopped up to sit on the edge and crossed one knee over the other. The lightweight fabric of your skirt sported a high slit, exposing the skin of your legs and upper thigh.

You sighed, resigned to your fate and leaned back on one palm, swirling the steaming caf in your paper takeaway cup.

“Who will be my knight in shining red armour, then?”

You asked as you blew on the hot caf and took a sip.

Fox, whose eyes has been previously occupied following the slit of your skirt up to your thigh, snapped out of his daydream and plastered a handsome smirk on his face.

“Oh, that would be me. I’ll pick you up at 7 sharp, mesh’la.”

“Wha-” You did a rather ungracious spit take withyour coffee, as the Commander slid his helmet back on and moved through your office doors with one final look back at you.

“Oh, and don’t be late.”

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Leaning into the mirror you carefully applied the deep crimson red lipstick, treating the task with the utmost delicacy, lest you waste your look entirely. You stepped back once you were through and took a moment to admire your handiwork.

Dressed head to toe in deep, rich red tones and soft fabrics, you felt you had outdone yourself this time. If you were to be on your Commander’s arm all evening, the least you could do was make an effort, right?

You smirked softly, tilting your head in the mirror. Yeah, this would show him.

You had decided to go for an elegant gown for this evening, floor-length and a deep wine red in colour. The upper portion was a bodice lined with velvet and fitted to your body, with sleek black linear detailing down the front. Around the upper edge and over the shape of your chest was lined with intricate gold detailing.

In the centre of your chest, just under the hollow of your throat, sat a delicate golden brooch, which held from each side 2 long strips of the same wine-red material from your dress, draped prettily back over your shoulders, accentuating your chest and neck.

You had chosen several simple gold jewellery items, and tied your hair up into an intricate bun, completing your look and signature red lip. You were just touching up the corners of your lipstick when there was a firm knock at your door.

You headed for the door, opening it with a smile.

“Good evening, Commander.”

You smiled, voice sweet like honey. Your Commander, to your delight, was stood frozen in the doorway looking at you. In one hand he held the cap of his dress greys and in the other, a bouquet of Queen’s Heart flowers.

“Fox?”

You smiled softly and reach a hand out to touch his forearm. The gentle touch broke him from his stare and he quickly cleared his throat, offering you the bouquet with a bow. “For you.”

You smiled and took them with a courtesy, “they’re beautiful, come in, let me find a spot for them.” You stepped aside to let him in, finding the perfect spot for the flowers on your table.

When you turned back, Fox was watching you again, though this time he was smiling handsomely. You smiled back, “well, how do I look?”

“Mesh’la. Truly mesh’la.” He smiled as he offered his arm. Your cheeks flamed a pretty pink, bringing a satisfied smirk to the Commander’s face as you slid your arm through his own.

You locked up the apartment and made your way strangely quiet Senate District. The air was crisp against your skin, cooling the warmth you felt where you were brushing arms with the soldier lightly.

“You know, you clean up pretty well outside of all that plastoid.”

You smiled playfully, looking up at him. He smiled back, chuckling and shaking his head lightly, hair bouncing lightly in the gentle breeze. “Is that so?”

“Mhmm. I would go so far as to say a 10/10.”

Fox groaned deeply in his chest, head hanging sightly. You swore it was to hide his smile.

“I hate you.”

You smiled fondly and pressed into his side, free hand resting on his arm that was holding yours.

“No, you don’t.”

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Perhaps you may have been wrong about the Gala. Fox had his reputation for being a little… prickly, at the best of times. But, as the over the top affairs go, the Commander had proven himself quite the charmer.

He has stayed dutifully by your side most of the evening, So, having a bodyguard was, as it turned out, a blessing in disguise - though you would never admit as much to anyone else. Far fewer senatorial aides tried to approach you upon spotting the head of the Coruscant Guard on your arm. Even several of the more conservative senators passed you by upon receiving his death glare.

At one point, towards the end of the evening, you had even managed to convince the stoic Commander to join you on the ballroom floor to dance. Well, sway, would be more accurate. The two of you moved around the room in a gentle sway, you humming softly along to the tune while Fox rested his cheek atop your head.

You raised your glass of Algarine wine to your lips in an almost mini toast, “Well Commander, it seems we had noth-”

Your words died in your throat as the glass suddenly shattered in your hand. The blaster bolt that has cause it clipped your right cheek, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. A roar of commotion suddenly filled the room, with several masked individuals pushing through the crowd. Most of the shots were trained on you, but you now noticed a group of them firing off into the guests as a distraction.

“Get down. Now!”

Fox barked, crowding you to the floor. Thire and Thorn were already pushing through the crowds, firing at 2 of the intruders and calling in backup.

“Commander!”

Hound threw Fox’s blasters towards him and took off after one of the assailants, Stone calling for backup. The leader of the group was faster, though, taking another shot that you managed to dodge as Fox tackled him, throwing himself between you and the hitman, and knocking his blaster from his hands. The pair wrestled for the single DC-17 that had fallen between them, each landing several punches.

In the end, the hitman got the upper hand. Blood rushed to your ears, cancelling out the commotion behind you. As soon as he pulled the pistol on the Commander, you were behind him, panting heavily, pistol to the back of his head.

“Drop it. Now. I promise I’m faster.”

Fox looked at you with wide eyes, before the dropped to your exposed thigh and the small holster secured around your upper thigh, soft brown irises slowly darkening. Discreet, made for a small pistol like an ELG-3A.

The man dropped the blaster and Fox grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, binding his wrists and looking over his shoulder at you with a chuckle as he pushed the man towards one of the Corries that had arrived.

The room was emptying now, only a few shaken aides left milling around, and few vod who were cleaning up and securing the room. Fox lifted a hand to brush a few hairs back behind your ear, and you smiled.

“I told you I could handle myself.”

Fox laughed, holding your cheek as his calloused thumb swiped over your cheek, wiping away the trail of blood. “Yes, you most certainly did, cyar’ika.”

You turned your cheek into his palm and pressed a light kiss, looking up at him.

Fox took one precursory look around the ballroom and bent down, kissing you hard. It wasn’t soft or sweet like you knew they could be. It wasn’t careful and quick, like so many of your kisses had to be in order to remain a secret.

It was rushed, and desperate. You could practically feel the adrenalin rolling off him in waves. It was an oddly comforting feeling, one you had grown to know only too well. The kind Fox radiated after gruelling sessions guarding the Senate. Or after the occasional run-in with the cesspool of Coruscant’s underworld.

But it was most notable in these moments. When you had found a way to put yourself in the firing line again. When he couldn’t let his mask slip, when he couldn’t treat you as more than a senator under his protection. When all he could do was his job.

It was these moments afterwards that he needed you the most, that you needed him. It was in these moments, you knew exactly what you both needed.

You broke away, eyes never leaving his own as you took his arm.

“Take me home, Fox.”

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bokunosimpfiction · 3 years

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Yandere!Karl Heisenberg x Reader

Synopsis: Heisenberg kidnaps the reader. And she’s pissed about it. And so is he. Turns out there’s a lot more to it than it seems, tw: kidnapping I’m not tagging for violence because it’s less graphic than even the mild stuff in canon. Like reader gets a concussion and a dislocated arm, that’s it.

A/N: first time ever writing for Resident Evil. I haven’t even played the games, only watched a play-through and immediately fell in love with this hobo. Honestly, there’s a lot of room to make a sequel or some more from this but I have commitment issues and it probably won’t happen.

Oh and one last thing! Do you think I should add resident evil: village to my fandoms I write for or no. Let me know please!

It’s dark in your small cottage, claustrophobic with the way you stumble to the front door as fast as you can. You try to take deep breaths, but you can’t, not with someone chasing you. You cut through the kitchen, and when he reaches out to grab you, you slam the door to a cabinet as hard as you can. You can hear his pained yell.

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be, (y/n),” he says.

“I’ll make it as hard as I damn please!” You put your hand on the handle to the front door, twist and right before you manage to open it, a body slams into yours and you hear your arm pop. Loudly. And it burns at the elbow like someone poured gasoline on it and set it on fire.

You can hear his heavy breathing and feel the warm air on the crown of your head. “You put up a good fight, I’ll give you that much.” He presses his body further into yours, and you feel everything. The toned muscle under a layer of fat, the harsh fabric of his shirt and jacket, and the bulge that presses into the small of your back.

“You’re so small,” he coos, like he’s talking to a dog, “I can’t wait to break you.”

You manage to wiggle one arm free and jab him in the side as hard as you can with your elbow. You hear him say oof under his breath, and you take this as the opportunity to press your foot into the door and push back into him as hard as you can, to at least get him to stumble back.

It doesn’t work, he just leans his whole-body weight on you and uses one hand to smash your head into the door. He could have done it harder, you reckon, but it still hurts like a mother fucker. “Shut the fuck up before I do something I regret.”

“Like you don’t already regret breaking into my house and trying to kidnap me? Like you don’t regret slamming me into my door and dislocating my elbow? What are you going to do to me that you’ll regret? Huh?”

He looks down at you through those yellow glasses of his, light from the glass peephole reflecting off of them but his hat shading the rest of his face. “I said shut the fuck up!” He presses your head even further into the door, and your temple digs into the frame. It hurts, and your eyes water from the pain.

“Who even are you?!” You end up shouting. His grip loosens a little bit, just enough for you to move your head off the door frame and onto the actual door. “I’ve never met you in my goddamn life and you break into my house, say you love me, and try to kidnap me!”

Something in him breaks, you can tell, the outline of his features look crestfallen. “You don’t know who I am?”

“No… I don’t. And here you are in my house, chasing me around like I’m some goddamn animal you’re hunting.” Your eyes water. “I know you don’t mean a damn word you said this entire time.”

“Shut your goddamn trap woman!” His grip on your hair tightens. “I love you and we both know it; I know everything about you.”

“So, you’re a stalker? Huh, didn’t think I was pretty enough to have one.”

“I knew you had a mouth on you, and it was attractive till it was pointed in my direction.” His voice is low and gravelly at this point, like a thin string that’s pulled taut and about to snap.

“Well get used to it you fu-” You don’t get to finish your sentence, because a piece of metal from his hammer slams you hard in the face, knocking you out cold.

When you wake up, it’s hard to open your eyes. It’s too bright and the room is spinning when you move your head up. That must be one hell of a bump on your forehead. You go to feel it, only to find you hands chained up to a metal pipe on the wall. Your feet are too, but that chain is a lot slacker.

You’re lying down on the floor, a cheap scratchy blanket separating you from rough, worn down cement. It’s still hard and cold, but it didn’t scratch up your skin, so that’s something to be grateful for. You look around the room, only to find an old tv, that’s on, and playing static. That’s what was so bright, you realize.

Suddenly the noise from the t.v. stops, and you hear a voice. It’s still sounds like static, but it’s audible enough to understand the words and recognize the voice. It’s the same guy who kidnapped you. You don’t really process what he’s saying, it’s just noise to you, and you close your eyes and curl up as best as you can. Maybe you’ll wake up, and everything will be okay.

“Quit ignoring me girlie.”

You snap out of your daydreaming. The days of that warm bed and leaky bathroom faucet are over, and this cruel situation is your reality for the time being.

“Okay. Okay. But just quiet down my head hurts.”

“I’d be sorry, but you brought that upon yourself,” he says.

You can’t help but be snarky, you’re tired and already sick of this shit. “I’m sorry you don’t have the self-control to not kidnap people and knock them unconscious via flying pieces of metal.”

“Touché.” You hear back.

“Can you at least get me some Tylenol for my head or something.”

“Why should I? After all the attitude you’ve given me, I should just leave you in there to starve.” Looks like he knows how to be snarky too.

“Because you were the one who hit me in the head and locked me in here?”

“Apologize and I’ll consider it.”

You go back to your curled up position. “I guess I’ll just starve down here then.”

The t.v. cuts off again, or you just tune him out, just run your hands along the chains to try and find a lock. You find the one attached to your left ankle and begin to plot your escape. Maybe you could pick the lock with a bobby pin? You run your hands through your hair, not only to find that it was down, but all of them were removed.

You run your hands down your pajama pants. Maybe you have something in your pockets? They also turn up empty.

“Are you looking for something to pick the lock with?” You hear from the t.v. You turn back to look at it, only to see his face. He’s not wearing his glasses, and he’s taken off his worn-out bucket hat, so you can see his untamed salt and pepper hair. “I took the liberty of searching your person while you were knocked out. I highly doubt you’ll find something to pick the lock with.”

“You’re an asshole, you know that.” You find yourself saying. To be fair, you probably shouldn’t, considering that he: is holding you hostage, threatening to leave you to starve, and is clearly a psychopath, despite his claims that he loves you.

“Calm down, you know it makes me upset to see you mad.”

You can’t help but raise your voice at him. “Quit fucking taunting me! You won this stupid ass game. You kidnapped me! You can come down here and kill me now!”

“You think I wanna kill you?” He asks, you can tell he’s just as furious as you are. He chuckles lightly. “You know I love you. I did this for your own good! There are people out there. People who want to taint you and your innocence! People who want to hurt you!”

“I can handle myself just fine! I had before your psycho ass came along and kidnapped me!” Your furious, desperately searching for a weak point on the pipe with your hands while you yell at the t.v.

“And what would have happened if I didn’t?” He asks you, “lady supersized bitch in the castle would have gotten to you first… I can’t have that.”

“I’m sorry who?” You ask. Suddenly things have gotten more confusing.

“I’m not the only one who’s after you,” he clarifies. “You think I’m the one who’s a psychopath, there’s a woman out there who wants to drink your blood and eat your flesh! And monster that wants to drown you and swallow you whole-”

“Slow down! I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about!”

“Don’t interrupt me! I want what’s best for you!” You can hear him take a deep breath. “I’m going to bring you upstairs and explain everything. And you’re going to behave, am I clear?”

You just nod your head.

“Good. Now stop trying to find a weak point on that pipe to get loose before I get down there. It has carbon monoxide in there, you’ll poison yourself before you get to that door.”

You immediately stop twisting the connector and drop your hands to your sides.

“Good girl…” His praise makes you want to vomit. “Now stay still while I come get you.”

When he comes down and opens that iron door and unceremoniously tosses you over his shoulder, you can’t help but comment on it. “Am I a bag of potatoes to you?”

“Don’t complain, I could be like that Dimitrescu bitch and turn you into wine.”

You shut up immediately and grasp the back of his coat for balance. You don’t know why, but his empty threats scare you immensely. You watch the hallways blur into one another, trying to see if you can find a window, or an escape rout of some sort, hell, even a vent he couldn’t fit in but you could would work well.

He smacks your thigh. Not hard, but enough for a slight sting and to get your attention. “We’re in the center of the factory, there’s no need for you to be tracking an escape route, especially because you won’t be leaving any time soon.”

Eventually, you end up in a small office like space, with a desk, a cork board with several pictures of people on it, and a large grate that leads to a tunnel downwards. He pulls the metal chair out of the corner with his powers and places you in the chair. “Stay.”

“So…” He turns towards the cork board. “Since your out of town, I’ll explain the run-down-“

“I don’t really care for the details.” You stand up from the chair and go to walk towards him, but he crosses the room in a second and slams you back down.

“I told you to stay in that goddamn chair!” He opens his mouth to explain but a whirring noise starts out of nowhere. It’s loud, obnoxious, and coming from the vent. He opens it. “Shut your goddamn trap!”

“Anyhow, (Y/N),” he starts, “the other three lords decided that they’re interested in you, for whatever their reasons are. I’m assuming they want to kill you.”

“That’s a veeeeeery extreme assumption.” You roll your eyes, and prop your head on your hands.

“Well two of them are well know for turning people into dolls and drinking their blood,” he says casually, “it’s only a fair assumption they want to do the same with you.”

“I’m sorry they what?”

He turns to you, surprised for a moment that you don’t know what he’s talking about. “Super-sized bitch over here,” a sharp piece of metal lands on the photo of a pale, middle aged woman with bold red lipstick and a black hat, “is one of the other three lords, known for drinking the blood of girls like yourself. Wouldn’t suggest meeting her, she’s not that pleasant.”

“Known for?”

“Sort of, most of the towns people don’t know,” he turns to you and leans on the table by the cork board, “they’re too busy worshipping Mother Miranda.”

“I’ve heard her name before,” you say, “doesn’t she protect the town?”

You can sense the anger you caused before you can take it back.

“That Miranda bitch doesn’t protect anybody from shit. She’s the one causing all the issues, kidnapping people and mutating them, killing them and throwing their lives away like table scraps.” You slams his hand on the table and you visibly flinch. He quickly apologizes.

“You keep mentioning ‘the other three lords’ how many are there, and who’s the one your excluding in that statement?” You question as soon as you get the chance. He’s talking, loudly, quickly and it’s filling up the space in the room with an anxious sort of white noise.

“Pardon me,” he says, and waltzes over, almost over-dramatically. He brings your hand to his lips and places a light kiss. You can feel his stubble and chapped lips on the top of your hand. He desperately needs to use chap-stick. “I’m Heisenberg, one of the four lords, but you can call me Karl.”

“Okay… Karl.” You test the name out on your tongue. “What are you going to do with me, now that I’m here?”

He gets down on one knee in front of you, still holding your hand. “Oh (Y/N), I’m going to treat you how you deserve, like a princess.”

#resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #yandere karl heisenberg #yandere heisenberg #heisenberg x reader #yandere karl heisenberg x reader #tw: kidnapping

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