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πππ ππππππππ the one who ends up revealing your relationship in the most unhinged way. look he really loves the thrill of a secret relationship and he's so grateful to be chosen and loved by you but he just cannot stand you being romantically associated with someone that's not him. like why anyone else when he's literally here? sad baby starts a weverse live to vent in code (lies he planned it all so strategically, the perfect little irreversible plan) but ends up slipping your name in between as if he wasn't just giving it all away, "whose scrunchie is that? oh this blue one?" picking up the silk rubber from the corner the fans spotted it in,"it's y/n's," and when asked why, he's babbling on before anyone can stop him," because my baby was here yesterd-" live ended.
ππππ πππππππππ the one who is so secure in himself, he wouldn't give a damn about it. please he couldn't be bothered in the least whether there's one or hundred rumours or articles, he knows he's the only one for you. though sometimes he would want to show you off a bit but that's okay there will come that day when he would put a ring on that finger and declare to everyone just how much he loves you. "jay did you know about that rumor i had with-" you enter the room, wanting some lovely words from your lovely boyfriend,"baby you know i love you lots no article or rumor's gonna change that ever," you giggle rushing over to him and leaving fluttering kisses on his cheeks, "just wanted to tell you he's apparently rumoured to have beef with you," "we meet after a week and that's all you gotta say? come on baby,"
πππ ππππππ the one who is full of himself, convinced it was just a lame ass set up for a while. he opens the article once, reads a lone single line and it's done. the next time you're meeting he'll be like, i saw the article of you with so and so, saw the pictures too and well i understand. can't deny your chemistry speaks but that's because they haven't seen you with me yet, "we literally define chemistry baby, he ain't nothing before me," his ego shines so bright and it's even crazy that you find that attractive about him. the next time he sees that idol he's gonna be hella sarcastic and fans are so confused to see the puppy guy behave like that. "i know he's no competition for me but honeybun how dare they like, man know your limits," he's not stressed he says all week.
ππππ ππππππππ the one who ends up making dating rumours of himself with that idol. honestly he hates it, the rumours are eating away at him and it's worse that you're mc partners with that idol. will stare that guy's kidneys down when on an interview on the show. and then boom the next day there's articles all over the internet about how he was giving his heart eyes the entire time. "is this damage control or is this self sabotage?" he's questioning himself as much as he is questioning you, but does it really matter the mission was successful and now your name is no longer attached to that shit. now well it's his go to plan everytime you get dating rumours only stopping when it's his name beside yours, "baby, i got it all under control trust me. no one will ever try to pretend to date you," he's not leaving anyone unstained who dares to go for his baby.
πππ ππππππ the one who strangely gets excited over the news, boy are you sure it's rumours about your s/o? he's quite literally the first one to find out and he's ecstatic to know the love of his life is so popular and even more that you're getting free publicity like you go girl it's all an image, i know who's the real one. there is no jealousy jealousy, but he's still like,"don't be too cocky about your options, you're stuck with me bun," if he knows that idol, he's definitely talking about it in his next live, subtly trying to debunk the rumours saying oh my friend's got no rizz, way to roast for love. however there are moments of craziness when he'd add fuel to the fire and start new rumours, "babes, i got you some more publicity, your company's not doing shit for you they gotta thank me,"
ππππ πππππππ the one who purposely tries to set you up for schedules with himself so that he can start rumours about you both. on his managers ass to arrange shows you can participate together in, to creat opportunities for him to interact with you as much as he possibly can. might even pressurize the poor manager to open fan accounts and spread rumours about y'all. "baby, i got this show for us next week, we're gonna be making news soon!" excited he speaks into the phone, on his way to your dorm without any disguise hoping paparazzi catches him?? with his manager running after him trying to convince him there's better ways. "wonie, do you wanna join we got married?" boom bam boom you're just as crazy as him, your mates cannot fathom how y'all haven't been discovered yet.
πππππππππ ππππ the one who teases you but in a sorta jealous, i need some validation kind of way. he knows it's not serious but he just can't help it, he just constantly wants to be reassured by you, it makes him feel all these giddy butterflies like yes i bagged this amazing person. and it's so sad he can't show it to the world, but if you love him back then that's all that matters. "heard you got a new boyfie?" he looks at you wiggling his brows in a pout as you hangout in an empty dressing room after your performances, "what no? you're my boyfriend, the permanent one," you assure his ass but he's liking this so much,"the how many side hoes have you got?" he starts again, "only one," you tease, "does it start with a r and end with an i?" "i don't think so," "y/n!" always ends like this.
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Jungkook
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He's one of the best, no race too tough to handle, every track a new challenge he takes on- especially when it's you who's waiting at the finish line for him.
Tags/Warnings: Racer!Jungkook, established relationship, romance, suggestive themes, heavy flirting, adult content, mentions of online hate, only minor angst, they're a power couple, this MC is now my spirit animal, smut
Length: ~5k words
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A/N: I know nothing about actual car racing. Pls don't take it too seriously, thanks haha π
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"But be real here-" A fellow driver asks, sitting down at the side now to pick up a water bottle. "-I always wondered, are you like, actually a couple?" He asks, taking a sip of his water, replenishing what he's sweat out during the training session with Jungkook and the other drivers.
Jungkook sighs to himself, before he gets into a sitting position, tapping the timer on his phone to a stop. He gets these questions a lot- whether or not you're in if for the right reasons, how good your pussy must be to have him put up with your annoying attitude all the time, or how someone like him isn't hooking up with models and actresses left and right. He's not sure why it's such an outrageous thing apparently to have a stable relationship, but somehow, if he just went by what magazines and online gossip-blogs report, it's apparently absolutely unthinkable to be in a normal loving relationship in his position.
But he is. And he intends to keep it that way for as long as you'll have him.
He loves you, dearly so. Your 'bad habits' and flaws are just as endearing to him as the rest of you, mainly because you were also there when he was just starting out, bank account almost always empty at every end of the month, rent barely being paid. You stayed even when he was at his lowest, you cheered him on when he won his first major race, and you consistently keep supporting him at every event you can. And to him, you're prettier than any model he could ever come across anyways.
"We're an actual couple indeed." Jungkook affirms, locking his phone before he screws open a plastic bottle of water himself.
"But like, isn't it a bit disappointing sometimes?" Jake asks him. "Like, I heard you never go to afterparties, and if you do it's always with her. You could have anyone, man." He laughs.
"You'll get there too, maybe." Jungkook chuckles simply, when the door opens, and familiar jingles of jewelry make him smile to turn around- and there you are, meeting his eyes with a smile, as he instantly moves to stand up.
"I bought you all your favorite snacks, and there's like, one of those electrolyte drinks there too." You say after pecking his lips with your strawberry flavored lipbalm, putting the white plastic bag into his hands. "You're not overdoing it, right?" You ask, and he grins, shaking his head.
"I'm almost finished anyways. You wanna wait up here? We can go back to the hotel together then." He asks you, gently pulling your hair out of your long earrings where some of it had gotten tangled. You let him, and wait for him to lean back as a sign that he's finished, before you answer.
"If it's not too much of a bother? There's already a bunch of paparazzi outside, I think someone might've leaked your location online.." You tell him, and he grows serious at that.
"Then you'll wait. I don't want you going back to the hotel alone if they're outside." He tells you now, not giving you another option. He remembers the last time you almost got mobbed at the airport, simply because you flew out the country a day after he did- and of course it created rumors and the wildest theories as to why that might've been the case. It's what happens to him constantly due to his status as the 'hottest race driver of his generation'.
One magazine reported that you apparently have been spotted fighting by someone at a restaurant, and that that could explain why you had sunglasses on during the airport walk- because you two probably broke up, and your eyes must've been swollen from crying. In reality, you always wore shades or shielded your eyes, because you're sensitive to the camera lights and the masses of people make you anxious, so you always try and blur them out somewhat.
Another online forum speculated that you two definitely broke up, and that it was long coming, because the hate must've gotten to you finally. That there's just no way you both could've ever worked out, and that it was just pushed by your parents so you'd have the most comfortable life imaginable. Your father allegedly introduced you to Jungkook at a press conference, which made Jungkook laugh.
True, your parents know each other- but only because you're a couple, and obviously became closer over the years of dating. It didn't make sense that you both just became a couple so you'd have it easy, when he's mentioned multiple times that you both have been dating for way longer than the span of his career.
And then, that one gossip site that pushed the narrative that he cheated on you at the last afterparty. That there's images from the event where he can be seen with a woman with long dark hair that's definitely not you, and that you most likely found out and kicked him out- and just flew out to start a new life in a different country.
That one made him angry.
The woman he'd been seen with was Mingyu's mother- his best friend whom he'd helped out the burning wreck of his car after he'd crashed into the side barriers. She'd simply been there to thank him, and he'd hugged her just as a way of reassuring her that he'd always be there for any of his teammates, no matter what. And that specific website constantly stirred up cheating allegations- either at him, or you, it didn't matter. Clearly edited photos, alleged video evidence that didn't even show you both at all, it was stupid, really.
He's lucky that you don't instantly believe anything you see. Up until now, you always confronted him first if there was anything you were concerned about. And you trusted him, just as much as he trusted you.
Finishing up his workout, he takes the towel you offer with a thanks, deciding to ignore Jake's stares at your tits for now, since it doesn't appear to bother you at all. And honestly, he can understand. They do look great.
And they feel even better- but that's only for him to know.
The moment you both exit the gym they're all there- and he instantly moves you slightly behind him to properly shield you from anyone trying to reach out to you, which has happened often enough before to make him now hyperaware of it. But you somehow make it into the car waiting to take him back to the hotel without anything happening- though the questions hurled at you both from every side do annoy him to high heavens.
Jungkook are you still together?
Jungkook did you both talk things out?
Jungkook did you really cheat on her?
Jungkook-
"Jungkook." You ask him, and he moves his head to you now. "I asked you if we wanted to take a bath at the hotel? The tub is huge!" You beam at him, and at the sight of you all genuinely happy and carefree, he smiles, nodding, before he takes your hand to hold.
As long as you're still there, everything's fine.
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"Oh god-" You breath out, hand in his hair while he's gripping your thighs over his shoulders to keep them open.
Your panties are still hanging from one of your ankles, toes curled as he licks and swallows over your core, orgasm rapidly approaching you as he places a teasing kiss to your sensitive pearl. He moves around with ease, slips out of his pants rather quickly before he pushes your legs towards you once more, aligning himself with your entrance after lubing himself up shamelessly with your arousal he's gathered with his hand.
He doesn't need to rid you of any clothes- he's done that already.
You always joke that the secret to your happy relationship is back-breaking sex and good cooking- but sometimes, you actually believe it.
It's his main way of relieving stress- he's told you as much before. And he also enjoys the more romantic and sensual aspects of it, the closeness to you, and the knowledge that it's something special just between the two of you. It's always a little playful, unserious, light and relaxing, especially afterwards- the shared afterglow you both experience always something special where you both reconnect and bond once more. It's like you grow closer every time you're together like this.
Even though, according to him, that's impossible.
"Gonna.. wanna take you to the movies..!" He grits out, leaning back while while he holds your legs by the backs of your knees, thrusting his hips steadily into you. "Ah, fuck.."
"Can I- can I choose?" you giggle in pleasure, hands over your head grabbing the pillows while he watches your chest swing in the rhythm of his pace.
"Hm, I don't know.." He mumbles, leaning over you now after letting go of your legs to peck your cheek. "What do you wanna watch?" He wonders, before mouthing at your neck.
"Right now?" You hum dreamily, closing your eyes at the sensations of it all. "Wanna watch you." You say, and he chuckles against your skin, hands next to your head steadying him as he slows down a bit to a more sensual rhythm, though he presses himself deeper at the same time, making you arch your back as your legs hook together over his back.
"You're so cute." He teases, one of his hands moving to run over your chest, playfully smacking one of them once to earn a squeak from you- and laughter from him.
"Kook-!" You whine, and he mimics your tone a little, before his hand moves over your body between your legs where you're currently connected, fingers toying around with you. "Yes-!" You beg, thighs pressing together against his body, before you reach your high, muscles twitching from the feeling, while he becomes a bit more erratic now with your core clenching around his length.
He cums a little afterwards, pulling out before he spills his seed over your lower abdomen, the sight always doing something to him.
"You know, I really wanna go to that premiere that I was invited to with you." He says after taking a deep breath and running a hand through his hair, getting up after leaning over you to peck your lips twice- because once is never really enough for him.
"Heh, you know I'll always be at your side if you want me there." You sing-song, stretching your limbs while he turns on the water in the bathtub, door open to be able to hear you. "So, if you wanna take me, of course I'll be your arm-candy!" You chirp, and he smiles as he returns with some babywipes in his hands to wipe down your skin.
"I always want you at my side." He tells you gently, careful with the rather cold wipes on your skin. "And I'm glad you're still willing to put up with me and this whole thing." He shrugs, throwing the tissues away in the trashcan.
"Why wouldn't I?" You wonder up at him as he hooks his hands underneath your back and legs to carry you into the bathroom of the hotel room you're staying at, to help you into the tub.
"Why would you?" He sighs, getting into the tub as well, unscrewing the small bottle of soap offered by the hotel to pour it into the water. "I sometimes really wonder how.. strong you must be to just constantly put up with all the things said about you and me." He says, pulling you closer to him as the bubbles form with the water pouring in. "β¦I was really scared, you know." He mumbles onto your skin before he kisses your shoulder.
"Of what?" You ask, unsure.
"When the rumor spread of me cheating. I always.. get worried you might become doubtful of me when things like these are said." He admits to you, before you turn around in his arms, his hands immediately on your hips.
"I'm not worried though." You simply tell him, running your hands through his hair before they settle around his neck. "I trust you." You shrug, and he moves his hands up to hold your cheeks, pulling you closer to kiss you until you giggle, pushing against his pecks to get him away. "Kook no-" You laugh, but he whines.
"But I want to love my girlfriend!" He complains.
"You just did!" You argue back, and he plays with his lip rings for a second.
"But you deserve more." He purrs, trying a little more.
"And my pussy needs a break!" You respond back, making him laugh. This is why he loves you so much- why he loves your relationship so much. Living with you is easy, it's relaxing, it's light and it takes his mind off of all the worries he has.
Because when he's with you, it's like none of it matters. He can just fall into your arms and trust you to catch him every single time.
And you do. Just like right now, as you kiss him until the water cools down, and the bubbles are all gone.
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Something he's never really told you is the amount of people trying to get to you- through him of all people.
Mainly because everyone still somewhat believes the most common rumor that you're just a sugar baby kind of situation- that you're up for anyone, as long as the numbers fit your standards. It's infuriating really, makes his blood boil because what else does he have to do to make people take you both seriously? It's not even just the fact that they apparently don't take him seriously as your partner- but that they really think you'd be someone to use others for money, just because you're not the quiet sweet person in the background who they can bully around.
But he has a plan. Foolproof, really, and he's wanted to do that this year anyways.
"I need my good-luck-kiss.." He teases, keeping you close to him.
"Well if we had enough time I'd give you the whole good-luck-menu, but you gotta go get ready now." You giggle while he bites at your neck.
"Not yet.." He complains, already in his overalls, helmet on the bench close by. You're hiding behind a corner like schoolkids attempting not to get caught skipping class, and he admits that you both do this a lot. He just can't get enough, and today especially, he just wants to make sure the cameras can see his marks on you, and know that they're his. "Will you watch the race?" He asks, and you giggle.
"Of course. I always do." You promise, and he grins, before he pecks your lips one last time, finally getting ready.
You're standing in the VIP spots, watching closely how he starts the race, seemingly a bit behind. But he's pushy, he always is, competitiveness not letting him lose without a fight. And fighting he does, quickly catching up as he squeezes past several other competitors, making your pulse rise quite a bit. Truth be told, you always worry- especially after his friend's last accident that you witnessed that day. The race had been interrupted because of it, and had been decided to be re-started at a later date once Mingyu had fully recovered.
He only sustained minor injuries, cracked a rib and a minor concussion, but nothing else. But the sight of the car will stay in your head for quite a while.
You have nightmares, sometimes. Of Jungkook being in a wreck like that, flames swallowing his broken body whole, and you can't do anything to save him. That's most likely the biggest reason you're always a little on edge whenever he drives. You know he's a good driver, of course he is- but still. You can't help but worry.
Not that you'll ever tell him. He doesn't need about something stupid like that.
It's not even half an hour in, and a black flag is waved at a blue car lagging behind. There's smoke coming from the back wheels- so he's asked to leave the tracks and drive into his pit box, which he promptly does to get his vehicle inspected. It seems to be a more serious issue however- because the announcer suddenly explains that the racer named Jake Pitcher won't return to the tracks.
Time passes by, and the race goes on without much interruption. Everyone follows the rules, flags are waved left and right to navigate things happening, and your eyes occasionally lose sight of the mainly red and black hyundai Jungkook is driving, though you always find him again at the very top, leading the race. It's after the second pit stop that a driver in a sky-blue Toyota is becoming visibly more aggressive, especially towards Jungkook.
It's alright to be a bit pushy, you've learned that that's the norm- but this guy is putting other drivers in danger with just how close he's pressing himself against Jungkook's back and another's side.
But this is the sport. It's an aggressive one, and the rules about how to race are pretty grey.
Someone crashes, a yellow and green racecar you've seen earlier. The vehicle spins on the ground in donuts a few times before it comes to a stop on the grass, and the team is visibly running around to sort things out. It's announced that the driver is awake and alert, and doesn't seem injured- and the car is towed safely away, one lane closed until everything is cleared once more, caution in place for now causing everyone to slow down a little until the track is cleared again.
Jungkook had crashed before. Multiple times, even. He's cracked ribs, bruised his body, broken bones. Never anything too serious- but enough to remind you every time how dangerous his career is. You hate that side of it, and sometimes you really wish he would just call it quits- but you also understand that he's passionate about this, that this is his dream.
You'll always remember his worst crash- the way his car had flown through the air rolling around like it was nothing but a toy, front wheels almost pulled off entirely- and your fear inside your bones as it took him ages it felt like to climb out of the wreck, surprisingly unscathed, only bruised badly in some spots.
He was on a stretcher that day, a safety precaution even though he turned out mostly fine. You remember not even having the energy to scold him in hospital, crying at his side for hours it felt like until he'd managed to calm you down enough, his laugh teasing as he'd helped you wipe off your ruined makeup before going back to the hotel later to sleep- your body even clingier than ever before.
It's his fourth pit stop. Things are looking good- this time the car seems to be holding up a lot better than last time when he only made the third place, and the commenters seem to recognize that too. Jungkook is the only one bringing a car of his type on the track after all- it's basically the talk of town every time he participates. He went from being a joke to a true competitor nowadays- finally being taken seriously on the tracks, and you know Jungkook relishes in the feeling of it.
He loves to win, after all. Even if it's just the respect of others.
Suddenly, something happens in the front. The toyota pushes too hard, too far to the side, and it breaks the current leader completely into the barriers as the car loses control, dragging several cars with him- And as your eyes search for the familiar red and black car with white font written all over it, you find it.
There's a lot of smoke, several cars unable to continue, a driver exits his own on the grassy spot in the middle, throwing his helmet in frustration. Jungkook's car is scratched, badly, a slight crack in front, but he's still driving- seemingly having escaped with nothing but some minor damage. He's slowed down just like everyone else now, entire track under major caution as the damage to a lot of other car's is being inspected, several people now left out with their cars damaged too hard to compete any longer.
Jungkook seems just a bit out of breath from the shock from what you can see on the screens, now in the pit box where tape is placed over a break in the front over the scratches, car being refueled and inspected just to make sure. He gives a thumbs up when asked if he's alright- a nod given to other questions. According to a commenter, he's asking for any serious injuries in other drivers- but there are none, so he's reassured that everyone's alright and up walking around.
Caution is lifted, green flag waved. The fight is back on, speed increasing as they once more go back full force, pushing and mixing up the order in which they're making their way towards the finish line.
It's the last stretch now, and things are getting clearly heated on the tracks. From clear pushing to forceful passing, scratches and bumps can probably be found on every car after this race is done. There's a fight happening now, and Jungkook is not backing down from anyone- now doubling down, and pressing himself towards the front. He's not as impolite as some other drivers further back, but he still bites, clearly so- currently passing another car, the white flag waved as he presses himself against his competitor.
One round left.
You can practically feel the tension now, pulse racing just as quickly as his car drives as he pushes himself further and further up front. He's in second place. That's most likely the spot he'll make.
Or?
It's almost in the last second it seems like when he manages to outrun the Chevrolet he's been pushing against next to- the black and white checkered flag waved, Jungkook's name being called as everyone cheers.
He made it. His team cheers- but you're frozen in time.
Because this is also a win for you, every singe time. Your prize is the fact that he's unscathed, that he's okay, that nothing happened. Fireworks light up the sky, when suddenly, he turns the car, covers the track in white smoke from his wheels, a full on spin one of his by now signature winning gestures.
His team runs towards him, pulls down the window gate to congratulate him as he climbs out, pulling his gloves off before he takes off his helmet and climbs on the roof of his car, clearly excited over the win. The interview is easy, as he answers questions thanks his team, before he becomes nervous, visibly, shaking his hands a little. "You still seem rather emotional from the race!" The interviewer jokes, and Jungkook nods, before he runs a hand over his face, bracing himself it seems like.
"Yeah that too, but uh- I made myself a little challenge too, you know?" He laughs. "I promised myself if I won this race, I'd.. do something I've been chickening out of for quite a while now." He explains, and you become a bit nervous now, unsure what he's trying to say. You're making your way down now to where his team is too, now closer and in sight as Jungkook grins to himself.. almost shy?
A member of his crew gives him something, and you become suspicious when he walks towards you now, because that stupid grin he has on his face just spells trouble in bold capital letters.
"You put up with so much shit, you know?" Jungkook tells you over the sound of people cheering and the commentator telling the crowd what's happening- everyone now curious. "You really do- and I don't think there's anyone out here in this world that can really love me like you do." He offers, and you laugh to yourself. "Don't laugh! I'm serious!" He complains, making some crewmembers laugh. "Either way, I might've won the race, but do you know what prize I'd really like instead?" He wonders, before he moves to drop to one knee.
"You, as my wife." He tells you, slightly dirty black box containing a ring.
And suddenly, the world seems to quiet down entirely as you nod, watching in fascination as he puts the ring on your finger in front of thousands.
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"Jungkook you're speeding!" You whine as he laughs in the driver's seat, sunglasses shielding his eyes from the weather.
"Babe I'm actually way below the limit, what're you talking about?" He chuckles, always a little amused by the irony of your fear of him driving- him, a professional racecar driver. "It's an RV, not a racecar. Relax a bit." He says, taking your hand to kiss the back of it before he continues to hold it.
He's taking some time off- spending a vacation in europe with you, having rented an RV for some quality camping that he's always wanted to do with you. Now that his relationship status had been officially upgraded so to speak, rumors have died down- the thrill seemingly left now that he's made it more than clear that he's taking it seriously with you, even though he always has.
"Still, can't you drive a bit slower?" You worry, and he shakes his head.
"No can do darling. But we only have half an hour to go anyways, so we're almost there." He tells you.
"Half an hour can feel like a lifetime though.." You pout quietly, and at that, he runs his thumb over the back of your hand.
"Were you scared when they all crashed?" He asks, and you nod.
"I searched for your car right away. You can't believe how I felt when I saw you come through that cloud of smoke and car-parts almost unharmed." You whine. "I hate that I'm always so scared. I don't want you to feel bad when you drive-" You worry, and he laughs.
"You're not making me feel bad, don't worry." He shakes his head. "I can understand how hard that must be to watch though. Just like I said, I'll never understand how you put up with me and my shit." He offers, and you shrug.
"I don't know either." You huff. "You constantly bully me." You complain.
"I don't bully you!" Jungkook argues scandalized.
"You constantly make fun of my height, and you laugh when I'm scared, and you slap my ass in front of everyone no matter who!" You say, and he shrugs.
"It's a nice ass, what can I say?" He defends himself, making you glare at him. "Hey come on, you can't possibly blame me, you slap my ass too!" He argues back to you.
"That's cause you deserve it!" You respond.
"And you don't?" He wonders.
"Absolutely not. I'm an angel!" You state, and he laughs theatrically.
"You might get down on your knees regularly but you're not a saint-" He jokes, making you roll your eyes. "-see? And a brat too.!" He teases.
"Yeah well if you're not nice to me I won't suck your dick for the entire trip." You threaten. "Not even once." You state, making him pout playfully.
"Not even the tip?"
"Won't even touch your balls." You respond, and he whines.
"Oh no! Anything but that!" He complains, finally driving towards the entrance of the camping spot. "What do I have to do to gain back the sacred touch of my soon-to-be-wife?" He asks, having parked the RV now, and taken off his glasses.
"..you can start by giving her a nice kiss." You tell him. "But a good one. With feelings and all- the whole menu." You demand, and at that he leans over the middle, careful not to touch anything and cause an accident, pulling you closer by your neck.
"Well-" He smiles warmly at you. "-that's easy."
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"So how have you always dealt with all the hate and rumors about you both? That must've been pressuring!" A paparazzi asks you as you stand right next to your by now husband, who's just made the second place in his latest race.
"Oh, I just look at him naked to remind myself why it's all worth it in the end!" You beam happily at them, Jungkook laughing loudly next to him.
Yeah- you're really one of a kind.
And he doesn't mind spending the rest of his life with you.
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A: Hello, Floyd!
Floyd: Eh~ It's you, A~!
Jade: The first in the alphabet. Welcome to Mostro Lounge. *smiles*
A: *giggles* Thank you!
Floyd: Are you here to see MC work~?
A: Hm, not really. We've got a problem at home and we need them!
Jade: Well, your parent is currently busy with the clients so it isn't possible right now to disturb them.
A: Oh! *beams* They don't have to go home! I just need them to talk with this person on the phone!
Jade and Floyd: Hm?
Azul: *watching MC talk to someone over the phone*
A: *standing next to him*
Azul: A? Who is MC talking to?
A: It's C's biological father! He wants to take C!
Azul: Oh?
A: He tried to trespass in our home, but we children are strong so he didn't get in! Hehe!
Azul: That's-
MC: ARE YOU AN IDIOT?
Azul: ...
MC: You barely lifted yourself from the ground and you think you can provide for him?
MC: Talk about delusions.
MC: ...
MC: *laughs* Love? LOVE? I will cut your tongue so you won't be able to say that stupid thing again.
Azul: MC... A is here...
A: It's fine. We're used to MC talking like that every time. *smiles*
Azul: Then-
A: But! They never talked to us like that, of course! Because we are their little gems and they treat their little gems with care!
MC: *seems to have already hung up*
MC: *approaches them* A, we're leaving. Say goodbye to Azul.
A: Did he stop?
MC: No. He'll be sending authorities to the house.
A: Oh! That sounds bad!
Azul: I'll excuse you.
MC: You don't have to. I'll be back in the afternoon. *carries A and takes their leave*
Azul: ...
Azul: Is there any update?
Jade: Yes. Apparently, MC had beaten up the biological father of C.
Azul: Did he try pressing charges?
Jade: No. And he doesn't have the power to do so.
Azul: I see. Good for MC then.
Jade: But did you know, Azul? C was watching everything unfold and he didn't seem to have any compassion for his biological father.
Jade: In fact, he smiled while his father was being arrested.
Azul: ...
Azul: I wonder how MC is raising those children...
Jade: *chuckles* I wonder too.
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pairing: lucifer x gn!mc
word count: 1k
summary: you and lucifer get into an argument, and you block him as he's typing.
set in obey me nightbringer (but there are no spoilers!)
To put it simply, you have been exhausted as of late. With the brothers running you ragged, and midterms approaching at RAD, your patience has worn dangerously thin.Β
And apparently, so has Luciferβs.
Lucifer:
Did you forget something?
You:
Not that I recall. Why?
Lucifer:
Well, obviously you have forgotten. So, Iβll gladly remind you.
Satan must have been lent you some of his tomes. And YOU forgot to put them back where they belong.Β Safely tucked away.Β
They are scattered all over the living room along with the papers youβve scribbled all over. Come over at once and clean up your mess.
Annoyance bubbled in your gut at the requestΒ β no, his demand.Β
Youβre lounging on the couch with takeout on the way and thanks to Solomon, a hot bath (with bubbles) awaits you. If you were to go over to the House of Lamentation to fulfill Luciferβs demand, the night you had planned for yourself would be ruined. With a glance at the time, you notice that itβs approaching midnight and thereβs no fucking way you are leaving the comfort of the couch to attend to any of the brotherβs needs.Β
And the last thing you need right now is to be on the receiving end of one of Luciferβs lectures through text.Β
You:
No. Not now.
Lucifer:
It wasnβt a suggestion. Come over to the House of Lamentation now.
You:
I said no, Lucifer. Itβs late and Iβve had a long day.
Lucifer:Β
And you think I havenβt had a long day?Β
What makes you think I want to come out of my office to see the mess you have left all over the living room?Β
I donβt think I have to remind you that youβre also our attendant.
You:
That doesnβt make me your maid. Β Listen, Iβm sorry for not cleaning up after myself but Iβll clean it up tomorrow.
Lucifer:
Iβm not going to tell you a third time.
. . .
As his message comes through and the three little dots pop up that signal heβs still typing, you decide that you are done for the night. You refuse to put yourself through more of this torture and to get under his skin, you block him.Β
You throw your phone on the couch, force yourself to stand up from your position, and head to the bathroom to take a bath. The time it takes to undress and get into the tub is almost record time. The water instantly warms your skin. Itβs the perfect temperature. Solomon also didnβt forget to set the atmosphere. There are candles lit all around the bathroom which only adds to the flowery scent emanating from the bubbles. You slide down further into the tub until the water encapsulates you from your shoulders down.Β
Youβre not sure how long you were asleep until the sound of a door slamming shut startles you awake.Β
βSolomon?β
The silence that follows makes your heart start pounding. Itβs unlike him to not announce his arrival and peek in to see what youβre up to. With a pounding heart and a lump in your throat, you call out for him again.Β
Nothing.Β
The water sloshes and spills out over the edge of the tub as you move to get out. Thereβs no time to dry off as your nerves start to get the best of you. You snatch your satin robe, a gift from Asmo, off its hook and tie it around your waist once you shrug it on.Β
The urgency in your footsteps is evident as you come hauling ass into the living room. A figure looms in the darkness of the hallway and you move towards it without a second thought.Β
βWhat the fuck!β You shout, pushing who you think is Solomon back a few steps. He stumbles but regains his balance almost instantly and you flick the light switch on.Β
Instead of being met with Solomonβs gentle and teasing smile, you are met with the eldest brother in his demon form. And heβs furious.
Anger still swirls deep in your gut, but itβs nothing compared to the undeniable rage emanating from Lucifer. Youβre frozen in your spot as Lucifer inches closer to tower over you.
βThink you can just ignore my messages? That you can block me whenever you please?β His crimson eyes are glazed over and a scowl is set in stone on his face. Itβs at this moment that you realize thereβs nothing that you could say to calm him down. And that thought alone absolutely thrills you.
βWhy canβt I? Because Iβm your attendant or because Iβm βyoursβ?β You say defiantly, tilting your chin up to prove that you arenβt scared of him. βLast I checked, Iβm off the clock.β
βLast I checked, you are mine.β Lucifer snarls. βOr have you forgotten that as well?β
βItβs pathetic that you think I belong to you and you alone, Lucifer. Donβt I attend to all of you?β
βPathetic?β He tilts his head and oh, youβve fucked up. He takes hold of the straps of your robe and grips them firmly before he tugs, forcing you to take a step towards him. Heβs so close that you can feel his hot breath fanning your face and the air feels as though itβs been sucked straight out of your lungs. Youβre hoping that heβll release his grip on your robe, but he doesnβt.Β
He leans down to whisper into your ear, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. βShall I remind you?β Lucifer tightens his grip on your robe to further emphasize his point. βSince you so obviously need to be taught a lesson.βΒ
You hesitate to respond, stunned at his change in behavior. But as he returns to standing tall above you, eyes piercing into yours, you know heβs still pissed. You, a human who is no match for a demon as powerful and infamous as Lucifer, dare to challenge him?Β As the Avatar of Pride, thereβs no way Lucifer could ever let that slide.
βApologize.βΒ
βExcuse me?β
βApologize for being an asshole and maybe Iβll let you stay for the night.βΒ
Heβs quiet for a moment, thinking. But you continue.
βThereβs absolutely no reason for you to ever speak to me that way. Havenβt I been good to you, Luci? You deserved to be blocked for how you acted.β You place your hands on his chest, smoothing down his perfectly ironed button down shirt. His eyes follow your actions, as if heβs actually considering to step down from his pedestal and apologize.
βSo wonβt you be a good boy and apologize for interrupting my bath? And for being an asshole?β You grin up at him, sliding your hands down from his chest to grab his own, where they are still gripping your robe. βAnd maybe go out and get me some dinner while youβre at it, since you left my takeout outside in the cold?β
βDo I look like your attendant?β
βYeah. Though I would definitely prefer you to wear your uniform.β You nod, unable to stop your grin from widening. Heβs already fallen for it.
βGet your hands off me. Youβre not allowed to touch me until youβve apologized.βΒ
He listens immediatelyΒ and retracts from you as though your skin burns to the touch.Β
βSo?β
βSorry.β He mutters so quietly, you could barely hear it if not for the close proximity.Β
βWhat?β You tease, leaning in closer. βSay that again for me? A little louder?β
His gloved hands make contact with your face and his lips meet yours in a clash. His kisses are desperate, rushed, and sloppy which sets your insides ablaze at his fervor. He rarely loses control, so to see it for yourself...
When you pull back for air and open your eyes, Luciferβs smug expression makes you want to smack him.
βSorry.β He repeats as he lifts a thumb to wipe your spit from his bottom lip. βI just wanted to see you. Youβre the only person I wanted to be with tonight.β
#haezen writes!#lucifer x reader#obey me lucifer#obey me x reader#obey me scenarios#lucifer morningstar#obey me lucifer x mc#lucifer x mc#lucifer x you#obey me shall we date
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For the MC returns fic you wrote, it's absolutely splendid. But I was wondering if I could ask for a part two with the dateables??
AHHH okayokay i'm so sorry this took so long, I have been so busy since school ended among other things, but here it is!!! and thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoyed part one <3
as always, gn!MC
disclaimer: I'm not that familiar writing the side characters' personalities, this is my first time writing for them, so please bear that in mind if you think they're a bit out of character. Also, I won't be doing a part three with the undateables (as much as I adore thirteen), bc I'm only on lesson 25 of the OG game :')
warnings: fluff!! slight reverse comfort in diavolo's bc if the game won't let him have a small breakdown, then I will, but it's like so minor. he cries a bit. poor baby deserves to let his emotions out a bit. his section got looonnnggg. slight making out in simeon's? nothing explicit, but definitely lots of kissing. blood mention in barbatos' but no gore or violence. he's just coming back from the dungeons bc I love him being just slightly unhinged. barbatos' is probably the most ooc because I had such a hard time trying to write his section, plus it got just a tad suggestive.
and once again, the details of MC's return are unspecified, just because I don't want to think too hard about it right now! did they complete the task and re-forge all 7 pacts again? did they just pop back into the present randomly? who knows? not me!
MC Returning to the Present: Dateables Edition
(aka MC goes back to the future... I missed out on that pun last time hehe)
After waking up in your room, where you rightfully belong in the present timeline, and getting through your teary reunion with the brothers, you were anxious to set out and find your lover.
You couldn't even text him to let him know you were back- with a shattered screen and an apparent dead battery, your D.D.D. had seen better days. The brothers offered to text the others to let them know of your return after they were done dog piling you, but you shook your head.
"I need to go see him now," you said, feeling guilty that you wanted to leave the warmth of their company so soon after finally having your chosen family back. You made a silent promise to them that you'd spend as much one-on-one time with them as they needed after this, but you were desperate to find him and they could tell. They could see on your face that you had been through a lot and just needed the comfort only a partner could provide.
So instead of fighting to keep you there with them a bit longer, they led you to the front hall and let you go find your beloved. You'd be back after all, you told them as much.
Solomon
As soon as you opened the door to run to Purgatory Hall, you walked right into a wall shaped like the sorcerer you were looking for.
"Solomon!" You gasped out, throwing your arms around him tightly.
"MC," he sighed in relief, cradling the back of your head with his hand, other arm around your waist, holding you just as tight. "I was so worried when you were nowhere to be found in the other timeline, I rushed here to see if you were back."
You hid your face in the crook of his neck, and blinked away a tear. "I made it, I don't really know what happened, it's all a blur, but I'm back now."
"You're back, you're okay..." he pulled back a bit to scan over your figure. "You are okay, yes? No injuries? No weird physical space-time abnormalities?"
You laughed a little breathlessly and shook your head. "No, I'm okay, my love."
He smiled fondly at you before glancing behind you, making you aware of your audience. The brothers were glaring daggers at your boyfriend, and you were sure that if Solomon wasn't, well... Solomon, any other human on the receiving end of those looks would perish.
"Guys, don't. He kept me safe when I was trapped back then. He took good care of me when I needed it, I swear."
You raised an eyebrow at them when they didn't immediately stand down, but they untensed after a second and just eyed him wearily.
Solomon smiled sheepishly. "Honestly, MC, you give me too much credit, but yes, I promise I kept them from getting into potentially catastrophically worse situations."
You returned his smile and squeezed his shoulder, tearing up again. "Don't be like that, you did far more for me than you realize..."
He knew you were referring to all the nights he held you in bed as you sobbed over the possibility of never getting back home, comforting you and acting as a distraction. If he weren't there, you honestly don't know what you would have done.
He sighed again, not wanting to get you too worked up right now. You looked like you were about to drop from exhaustion. His eyes lit up and he grabbed your hand.
"MC, why don't you let me cook for you tonight? A special treat in celebration of our return." The poor guy looked so hopeful that you almost gave in.
Before realizing that you wanted to live to see another day in the present.
"Oh, Solomon, that's very sweet, but you must be exhausted after everything as well! We can just go to Ristorante Six, or get take out..." the determined look in his eyes scared you and you glanced at the brothers for help.
"Nonsense, my love, you didn't let me cook for you once when we were living in Cocytus Hall, let me return the favour." Damn his persistence.
A few of the brothers snickered at that, probably picturing you frantically trying to keep your boyfriend out of the kitchen by any means necessary. It was then that they truly realized how many obstacles you had to overcome. You gave them another pleading look and finally Lucifer took pity on you.
"Actually, Solomon, it's Satan's turn to cook tonight, and we'd prefer to spend the evening with MC, so we insist that you join us for dinner. It'll give us a chance to go over some of the more... pressing details of what happened." His tone left no room for debate, so the sorcerer nodded.
"Oh... well alright, then, thank you for having me." He looked mildly disappointed but it didn't last long after you pressed a kiss to his cheek.
You let out a small sigh and silently thanked Lucifer as you walked further into the house again. You hooked an arm through Solomon's and went to sit with everyone else in the living room, finally feeling at ease for the first time in forever.
Diavolo
The second you were out of the house, you sprinted to the castle.
Normally you would be more courteous on the castle grounds, not wanting to piss off any of the nobles and have them think negatively of the Prince for choosing an ill-mannered human as a partner, but every rule of devildom etiquette left your mind as you ran through the halls.
You smiled at some passing servants as you slowed to catch your breath, wondering where he would be at this time of day. Finally you caught the eye of a servant you had gotten to know quite well during your visits and you visibly lit up as she greeted you.
"Hello, MC, it's lovely to see you again," she curtsied and you smiled kindly at her, insisting she didn't have to. She didn't seem shocked to see you, so you assumed everyone had tried to keep your disappearance a secret.
"Hello, it's lovely to see you, too... you wouldn't happen to know where the prince is, would you?"
She hummed and thought about it for a moment. "I believe I saw his personal butler bringing tea to his office not long ago... perhaps he's still there? He's been working in there far longer than he normally would, lately."
Your heart clenched at that, and you thanked her before running in the direction of his office.
You tried the knob, but it was locked, so you knocked frantically. It took a few moments, but finally it opened and there stood Diavolo. He had a welcome expression on his face, but you could immediately tell it wasn't genuine.
Until he realized it was you, that is.
All the pent up exhaustion you could see on his face melted away and he pulled you to him immediately. "You're back."
You closed the door with a gentle kick behind you as he dragged you further into the room. He lifted you up so that you were sitting on the edge of his desk, him in between your legs. His arms tightened around your waist before his hands trailed up to your shoulders, slid up your neck and finally rested on your cheeks. He rested his forehead against yours and let out a long, shaky, relieved sigh. Like the weight on his shoulders had just been lifted.
You let your own hands tangle in his hair and closed your eyes. "I'm back."
As you held him close, you started to feel him tremble slightly. You opened your eyes in panic, and your heart broke at the sight in front of you.
The future king of the devildom was doing his absolute best to hold back his tears, clinging to your shirt, his breathing unsteady. All because of you.
Your grip in his hair turned softer and you pressed your nose against his cheek, nuzzling into him. "It's okay, my love, I'm here. You don't have to hide from me, you can let it out," you whispered softly.
He listened to your words and immediately sank into your arms further, letting out a strangled sob. The tears that dropped from his face dampened your clothes but you didn't care at all. "Let it out, I'm here now."
You continued to soothe and shush him, all the while caressing his hair and kissing wherever you could reach. You knew Diavolo felt as though he had to remain strong all of the time, and honestly if you were in his position you'd probably feel the same. But since you started dating, you had been trying your best to let him know that he didn't have to be that way around you. He could let his walls down with you and never have to worry about being thought of as less.
A knock at the door made him tense up again and you looked at him in reassurance, silently letting him know you'd take care of it. He straightened up slightly, back still turned to the door, and nodded at you. "Come in," you called out.
You peeked over his shoulder and were pleasantly surprised (though you probably shouldn't have been) to see Barbatos standing there, composed as ever. When the butler saw your head sprouting from behind Diavolo's his eyes widened slightly before returning to normal.
"Hello, MC, welcome back."
You waved. "Hi Barbatos! I missed you."
He chuckled. "I must admit I missed you too. Young master, shall I prepare your room with fresh night clothes for MC as well? It's quite late."
You glanced at him and while he had dried his tears, his eyes were still rimmed with red and his nose was running. So he just nodded and said "Yes, thank you Barbatos. Could you possibly run us a bath, please?"
"Yes, my lord." He nodded at you once more with a knowing smile and closed the door behind him.
You looked back to your boyfriend and smiled. You gently kissed him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders again. "My love, I'm so happy to be back. I missed you more than anything."
He managed a smile and helped you down from his desk. "I was so worried about you, MC, I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come back."
You squeezed his hand tightly as he lead you out of the office and down the hall that lead to his personal wing of the castle. "Well you don't have to think about that anymore."
He nodded and for the first time you've seen that night, and most likely in general since you've been gone, a genuine smile took over his face and his usual playfulness returned. "Will you spend the weekend here with me, MC?"
You nodded. "Of course, I was going to ask you if I could, anyway... oh! Diavolo..." you sheepishly looked at him and pulled out your D.D.D.. "Do you think we could get me a new one sometime this weekend?"
He laughed. "Of course, my dear. Is there anything else you need? Anything at all, just say the word."
"No," you started, opening the door to his room and flopping onto his bed. "Just you."
His smile turned soft and his eyes were filled with love. "That can surely be arranged."
Simeon
You knocked desperately on the front door of Purgatory Hall, hoping to see your boyfriend's face. All you wanted was to be wrapped up in his arms right about now.
Soon enough, you heard faint footsteps from behind the door and the sound of a lock unlatching. The door opened a crack and you looked down to see a certain blonde boy's wide eyes. Your own eyes widened in surprise, as you weren't expecting Luke to be up at this hour.
"MC?!" He exclaimed, opening the door wider and throwing himself at you for a hug.
You laughed a little and kneeled down to hug him properly. "Luke! I've missed you."
You both walked further into the entry hall and he refused to let go of you after the door closed. "We were so worried about you, MC! Are you alright? Did you get hurt?"
You patted him on the head. "I'm okay, buddy, promise. I'm glad to be back in our time."
Another pair of footsteps was heard as you and Luke had your little reunion. Your heart raced in excitement, recognizing the pattern of the footfall.
"Luke? Who was at the-"
You smiled as his words cut off and he stared at you, frozen and clearly shocked by your arrival. He looked as if he'd seen a ghost. "Hi, Simeon."
Your voice brought him out of his trance.
He rushed to you and held you close. Everything about your boyfriend was gentle- his tone, his smile, his disposition... his touch normally was, too, but in this moment he held you tighter than he ever had before.
And you clung to him just as tight.
He pulled away after a minute, just taking you in- making sure you were real. His eyes turned glassy as he fought back tears. "MC... you're here. You're okay."
You nodded and felt your own eyes well up a little. "I'm okay, Simeon. I'm even better now that I'm here."
He took a shaky breath and composed himself, nodding once and turning to Luke, who was bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Simeon, let's bring them to the parlor. We have so much to catch up on. We could watch a movie- oh! We could do some late night baking..."
The two of you shared a longing look as he rambled on about all the things you could do that night. There was a silent understanding between the two of you that you wanted some alone time, so he gave you a sly smile before addressing the boy.
"I know you're not going to like what I have to say, Luke, but it's getting late."
The angel frowned immediately and crossed his arms. "But Simeon, I want to spend time with MC!"
"I know, but you were already about to go to bed before answering the door. It's best to stay on schedule so you don't ruin your sleep cycle."
"But how is this any different than when you let me stay up late during our sleepovers?"
"Well..." he had a point. "I'm sure that MC is tired right now from their trip back. Time travel must be very draining, you know."
You stifled a laugh as Simeon grasped at straws to get more alone time with you and decided to help him out when he shot you a pleading look.
"Luke, how about we wake up early tomorrow and make breakfast together? Simeon's right, I'm exhausted and I want to be wide awake when we hang out. Does that sound okay? I'll spend the night and you can wake me up as soon as you wake up."
This seemed to satisfy him and he nodded, before hugging you one last time and running up to his room with a quick "Goodnight!"
You both waited for the sound of his door closing before his lips were on yours. You sighed into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. It was soft and needy and longing. Exactly what the two of you needed. Your hands tugged at his hair and his hands roamed from your waist to your hips. His touch was back to being gentle.
You stayed like that for a bit, one hand trailing down to play with the hair on the nape of his neck.
When he pulled away after a while, a little breathless, he tugged you to his bedroom and let you rummage around through the drawer of your clothes he let you have for whenever you stayed the night.
When you were both changed and laying under his covers, cuddled up as close as possible, he kissed your temple. "I missed you so much, MC..." he whispered. "I was terrified that you would be harmed."
You turned on your side to face him properly. "I'm okay, Simeon. I just missed you a lot. You were there, you know... and you were almost the same. It was so hard for me to hold back from acting how I normally would with you..." you traced a finger along the bridge of his nose and then over his cheekbones. "I had to remember that it wasn't a version of you that knows me like you do. You were so close but so far."
He caressed your cheek with his knuckles and gazed at you with a loving smile. "Well I'm here, and it's me. I'm all yours, MC. You're okay."
If he was being honest, he felt like he could breathe again. Being away from you, knowing where- when- you were and not being able to help in any way was torture. Having you back safe and sound was the biggest blessing he could ever receive.
You leaned up to kiss him again and then rested your forehead against the crook of his neck. "I love you, Simeon."
"I love you too, MC. I'm so glad you're back."
Barbatos
Once you entered the castle, you immediately asked around to find out if anyone had seen him. The first few servants had no clue, but welcomed you back to the castle with a smile. It wasn't until the fifth servant you had run into that you got an idea of where he might be.
"I believe I saw him heading down to the dungeon about an hour ago. He's been spending a lot of time there lately- when he's not tending to the prince, of course. If you wait there, he should be about done with his... ah... appointment," he said.
"Thank you!" And then you were dashing to the top of the stairs leading to the dungeon. Just as you were about to descend the staircase, a familiar figure was ascending.
You both froze and stared at each other for a good few seconds, taking in the fact that he was in his demon form, covered in blood and carrying a bag. This certainly wasn't the reunion either of you were expecting.
However that didn't matter, because as you were too excited to finally have him back, you jumped into his arms, not caring about any blood on your already trashed clothes.
"Barbatos, I've missed you so much," you sighed in the crook of his neck.
He finally seemed to register was was happening and dropped the bag, wrapping his arms around you. His tail curled around your leg as well, a seemingly unconscious act. "MC... I've missed you, too." He said, slightly breathless. It wasn't often that anyone could catch him off guard, so you smiled slightly at your achievement.
Once he regained his composure, he immediately pulled back and looked you over for any injuries he could attend to. "Are you alright, my dear? Are you hurt? When did you get back?"
You cupped his cheeks and smiled up at him. "I'm alright. I got back about an hour ago, I just woke up in my room. I wanted to see you right away after I got done with the brothers," you said, and then ran a thumb under his eye.
"I'm happy you're back." He said, bringing up the hand with the less soiled glove to rest over your own. "I feel much more at ease now that you're here."
He'd never tell you how much of an understatement that was. He felt like everything was right again. His heart had been pounding in his chest ever since you made eye contact. He'd never tell you, but he was sure that you knew.
You smiled at him teasingly. "Have you been taking your nerves out on the prisoners? Is that why you're covered in blood?"
He chuckled. "It might be. Would that be so wrong? It's an effective way to relieve stress."
You snorted as he uncoiled his tail from your leg and brought your hands down to swing in between you both as you walked. "That's fair... Barbatos, would it be too much to ask if I could stay with you tonight?"
He squeezed your hand slightly. "Not at all, I was going to insist upon it. I still have things I must tend to tonight, but I need to clean myself off first. And while I'm at it, I will get you some new clothes. Then you should see the young master to let him know you're back."
You nodded at him and clung to his arm. One thing that hadn't changed from back then was how to the point and blunt he was. It was admirable, really. He smiled a bit as you walked, feeling perfectly content for the first time in a while.
Once you were both cleaned up and dressed in fresh clothing, you headed to Diavolo's office. You weren't nearly as nervous to see him as you were your boyfriend, but nerves still bubbled in your stomach. He was a close friend, after all.
Barbatos knocked and entered, signaling for you to wait a moment. You could hear muffled speech from the other side of the door before it opened again and he ushered you in.
Diavolo's eyes lit up. "MC, welcome back! You must be so glad to be home safe. I hope you're able to rest well tonight. We'll call a meeting tomorrow with everyone so you and Solomon can explain everything in detail. For now I expect you to take it easy for tonight."
You grinned at him. "Thank you, Diavolo. I'm happy to be back." You looked at Barbatos briefly to address him in a softer tone. "Should I wait in your room or the parlor?"
He was about to respond before Diavolo cut in. "Oh, Barbatos, you're dismissed for tonight. I'm just about done here, anyway."
The butler's eyes widened. "My lord?"
"You deserve to spend this time with them, take the night off."
"...Are you sure, my lord?"
He nodded and then looked at you pointedly. It was clear he was conveying along the lines of 'get him out of here, I can't convince him on my own'.
You smiled and bowed your head at him in thanks and gently tugged your boyfriend out of the office. "Come on, my love."
Once you were back in the hallway, he looked at you. "Are you hungry? I could bake for you, it's not too late yet."
You nodded. "That would be great, thank you..." you kissed him on the cheek as you walked, laughing slightly at his still-stunned expression.
Clearly he wasn't expecting much free time tonight, but with one glance at you, he knew exactly how he wanted to spend it. "When we're done in the kitchen, I think we should turn in for the night a bit early..." he leaned in close and brushed his lips against your cheek. "Does that sound alright with you, my love?"
You shuddered and nodded, looking up at him with an expression that matched his own. "That sounds perfect."
He was so happy to have you back.
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I'm so happy to have this done!! it was genuinely so much fun to write... I'm sorry for Barb's section being so... short? and ooc? I had the hardest time figuring out how I wanted to portray him and I think I'm going to have to keep working on it cause I'm not 100% happy with it, but we'll see!
I also dug up some unrealized feelings I have for Diavolo with this fic, cause now I'm like totally head over heels for him.
all in all though, I hope you enjoyed!!
#obey me shall we date#obey me nightbringer#obey me x reader#diavolo x reader#barbatos x reader#simeon x reader#solomon x reader#obey me mc#obey me diavolo#obey me solomon#obey me barbatos#obey me simeon
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βΛ α΅ Λ . . "I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this."
paper rings,
premise. there's nothing more memorable with a paper ring and a promise.
characters. all dorms.
includes. gn!reader
cw. topic of marriage.
note. you know those ring pops? yeah, those but paper rings.. I am listening to taylor swift right now so basically mc is proposing
heartslabyul
in a very flabbergasted way he's less than proud to admit. riddle isn't able to do anything other than stare dumbly at the item you're offering so casually, awfully aware of the steaming warmth on his cheeks and frantic beating of his heart. his throat feels awfully empty from the way he can't even say a thing from how shocked he was. there's practically steam flushing out of his ears when he looks away and scolds you for being way too early. (maybe he's implying that it might be better for a later occasion.)
trey hasn't exactly pondered on the topic of marriage a lot. why would he? he's living a pretty good life. surrounded by his close circle, being able to excel and enjoy the thing he loves, having a decent academic standing. what more could he wish for? apparently marriage. just the notion had him whipping up deserts in his head, specifically for a wedding and he's suprised at how serious he's being at it. even his parents are getting a shock from how he insists to do the wedding cake commissions himself for some 'practice' he says.
receiving the shock of the year certainly doesn't come by a lot but cater supposes he can't exactly avoid the thing forever. consider this the most shocking he's ever gotten because you'd know from his frozen face and the smile that dropped into an open gape. right after he breaks into this goofy grin before giggling somehow ominously. you should expect cater to basically advertise your proposal, posting it all around social media with barely container excitement. you'd think he'd throw it away after he's done taking pictures but he's hidden it deeply in his closet.
ace trapolla ponders on whether he should just slap your hand away like when he'd probably do but for once he's silent. staring at the ring with such intensity that you took the initiative to joke about his out of character face. so, ace huffs and playfully rolls his eyes at you. to be honest, his usual self would definitely push your hand away because he thinks it's a joke and it's funny but the thing is. it's not. oddly enough, it's somehow serious to him and he literally hates it! stop making it serious to him he's gonna contradict himself after making disgusted faces to couples.
he had never felt such honor before. sure, deuce is pretty flustered. face tinted in pink but he's feeling like he just recieved a medal right now.. so proud would be a better word to describe his feelings. deuce just watches you slip the ring into his finger after he had nodded slowly. you don't know if you should be concerned or laugh at the way he never took his eyes off it. speaking of his eyes, they could be comically quiet sparkles in it from how amazed and proud he seemed.
savanaclaw
compared to leona, ace's stares is like a cat to a well.. lion. leona just stares at you pointedly, glancing at the ring once and you swear something strange flashed in his eyes for a moment. you aren't given the time to venture too deeply into it as leona had already retreated back to his previous position and seemingly going back to sleep. you just shrug and decide to leave him to it. leona's ears twitch, picking up a rustle of paper in the grass. right behind him then your retreating footsteps. he just lays there, staring at nothing then turning to his back. the ring is over there. and he's currently fighting his inner self whether or not he'll test if you got his finger size right.
ruggie doesn't skip a beat and immediately leans in closer without warning, only to take a real good look at the ring you've made. he whistles and makes a cheeky comment about its just how he liked it. actually, it's true. as much as ruggie liked shiny things this is the little things he prefers and he lowkey just fell in love a little more. so, if you don't mind at all! he'll take the ring to keep to himself. since you did make it for him there shouldn't be any problem. don't worry, if you guys do actually end up getting married there's a chance he'll do it with paper rings. strange as it is.
his face holds a contortion of seriousness and 'seriously?' don't get him wrong. jack is quite stupefied by your gesture, don't you know that rings are often associated with the topic of marriage? you're literally proposing to him and you're doing it so casually?! oh please. in all seriousness actually he'd actually like that but he fears he might accidentally tear the whole thing into shred by accident. it's funny on how such a big, muscular man could treat something like paper so fragile. done like a true tsudere he turns pink, furrows his brows and loud away.
octavinelle
with the growing silence that azul thought of as awkward, he quickly clears his throat in hopes of clearing the.. atmosphere. if it weren't to the wake up call he snapped into, he definitely would've dropped the cup he was holding by his faltered grip. he puts on a smile that was more wobbly than he preferred but he can't really comment on it since it was currently his best. anyhow, he flicks his gaze down the ring and gestures for you to place the ring in his palm. he won't accept it, atleast not now but he will. when he would be able to provide for the two of you for a better life. until then he'd keep it in his safe when he's ready.
there's nothing more in-character for jade than a wide, kind of ominous grin. it's like he's teasing you non-verbally just from his face expressions itself. raising a brow and nudging you, with that grin still present on his face. jade says something about you being too impatient for marriage but he'll gladly adjust to your,,, preference. should he call you his fiance now? yes, the whole time he's been teasing you. not at all phased by your bold proposal. if not, he seems a little too pleased about it.
fully intent on glomping you. floyd wastes no time lurching forward and basically glomping you with a flurry of giggles, looking like he's high on cloud 9. 75% of the time he was just full of giggles as he continuesly stays clingy to you for the past time, and the rest muttering about getting married. don't be suprised if the whole school knew at this point because he kept saying "shrimpy and I are getting married. hehe." a lot and he doesn't even know how loud he actually is being.
scarabia
being the sunshine he is everyone would expect kalim to be the happiest. and he is, you can tell from the brightest perk up he does and the bright, happy grin-smile he does right after. he looks like he can barely contain the happiness from bursting out. unlike any other of the guys, kalim probably thinks of this as a serious thing and doesn't think it's a joke at all. he doesn't even hesitate with accepting the ring and promises he'll make you one himself too. why would he buy you a different, expensive one when you gave him something so priceless?
jamil can't help the furrow on his brows. he probably looks disgruntled and bothered by you right now but it's quite the opposite. him, you're giving him paper rings? to him? it's not that he hates the notion, he thinks it's secretly cute but why him? there's probably a thousand other people wanting to receive one from you but yet you're here offering him a fragment on your love and you already stole his heart. he guesses no amount of ordinary can make you ignore him. it feels like a crushing responsibility to be the one chosen by you but he doesn't feel pressured at all.
pomefiore
in hindsight vil should be offended by your audacity to give him a paper ring out of all things! most people would probably sell their souls to purchase one imbedded with the most expensive kinds of crystals and gems. but he can't help but feel.. he isn't sure, pleasantly suprised? you never fail to dazzle him even if your ring isn't sparkly to compare to him but he does remember his dad speaking about how not everything should be all about the price. sometimes, it's the thought that matters and if your thought was to marry him he'd gladly do.
besides everyone else. rook is the most appreciative by your gesture, he doesn't have a problem practically singing how much enchanted you've made him by this alone. go on prefect, shall you do a play? he'd absolutely rejoice if you went along with him, going on your knees to recreate a real proposal and he'd say it was the most magnifique performance he's proud to ever taken apart of! by morning and day everyone notices how much more joyous he's been, sparing the ring made of paper in his finger that he wears literally every day. but they don't wonder too much, strange and rook in the same sentence fits quite well.
between the entirety of pomefiore, epel certainly has the least graceful reaction, with the loud scream, mind boggled eyes and all. if not for the etiquette lessons rook had drilled into his memories, epel would have taken you for the shoulders and started shaking you frantically, wriggling your brain cells into oblivion. but he just resorted by sparing you his mercy and just keeping his hand curled into a fist by his chest. epel is torn between 'what do you mean by this?!' and a firm 'I do'.
ignihyde
my boy idia's reaction is the most predictable and prominent. when I say predictable, most of the time he's just on the verge of a breakdown at unexceptable things and prominent by the increasingly passionate flame that his now pink (previously blue) has. I mean when is it not pink when mc is involved really? idia is of course, having a crisis because WTF?! that was literally so cute that he's gonna have a cardiac arrest. someone please sedate him... consider idia a fan of paper craft because you started receiving a bunch of origami stuff, ranging from paper flowers to cranes. even ortho is suprised at the sudden motivation to pick up a hobby.
when you told ortho to wait when you forgot something he definitely didn't expect you to come back with a bunch of flowers made out of paper for him! the boy is singing praises for you as he clutches the batch happily. almost like he's cradling a child. you bet ortho is gonna make some sort of artificial liquid to drown the flowers into so that the paper doesn't get worn out or crumpled. he will certainly keep it safe for years!
diasomnia
akin to childish joy. malleus hums pleasantly. he doesn't think that this is a fake or anything at all, though he was sure that he'd be the one to propose first.. oh well, it's a nice thing. you never fail to suprise him child of man. he stares at you with a smile playing upon his lips and crinkled eyes, almost like he is in a trance. do you think he'll tell you that he quite literally just fantasized your future in front of you. (π) goodluck cause man's obsessed and he's definitely not letting you take anything back. it's final. (no take backs π‘ <- like that)
giggles but atleast it's more mischievous and less ominous than jade's. lilia likes to see what kind of look you'd have on your face if he reacts differently. he's kicking his feet up, giggling and shi'. he acts like he just got serenaded by a high school crush, and you are technically his high school crush. might tease you into fluster instead but it all depends on his mood. it's pretty hard to fluster him you know and before you can do it it'll be the end of the world. (promises you that he'll be the househusband if you do get married and doesn't pay mind to your sweatdropping and horrified look.)
screeching like it's the end of the world. sebek probably woke up the world next to this one from how much bullshit he just started spouting, loudly if i may add. bullshit because everyone knows whatever he's spouting isn't even true and he's just saying it to convince himself.. sebek what do you mean the idea is preposterous? didn't you have a crisis last night because you couldn't sleep with a certain somebody in mind? silver is literally exposing him and sebek is calling him a traitor. he's never gonna vent to silver ever again, period.
to be honest maybe silver actually has the most normal reaction. he's just; oh wow, that's beautiful thanks. then goes back to sleep but this time he's been blessed with a dream of a future with you. he just doesn't spare an over the top reaction and prefers to cherish what he has now. which is what he's currently doing, he loves you and he doesn't want to wish for anything more until you're fully ready.. we love a respectful, consentual man. of course he keeps the ring but so that it won't get in the way of his work
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COWBOY GHOST FOR THE WINNNNNN
Friends and loved ones I present the morning after Ghost and MC's "one night stand" or at least, the funniest part of it...
You are going to be so spectacularly late to morning rounds, your dad is gonna be pissed. You tug on your boots, barely managing to put your phone to your ear as you dial the only number you know by heart. Simon is yawning behind you, the jingle of keys distracting you from the ring of the phone as you tug the front door open just as the other line picks up. Then you're staring up at your dad, his phone raised to his ear and his fist raised to knock. You feel your blood drain out.
"Daddy," You say, shock barely keeping you steady.
"Goose?" His voice doubles between him and the phone against your ear. You hang up immediately.
"Daddy?" Simon's voice questions behind you, half asleep and apparently not understanding how fucked he's about to be as your father's eyes narrow.
"Ghost." It's terse, but familiar, a nickname(or a callsign) you realize with dawning horror.
"Captain," Simon's voice is short, tight, and awake. Now it seems to have sunk in, you glance over your shoulder and see your one night stand standing at attention. Simon's shoulders are back, and his feet are together. You look back at your dad, feeling infinitely more fucked than you already were.
"Captain?" You squeak, feeling the weight of your father's gaze as it falls on you again. The understanding that they know each other is like ice in your veins.
"Wait, Goose?" Simon's voice is tighter, hitting the bargaining phase in record time, "Fuck me. Price, I swear-"
"Goose. Chores. Now." Your father cuts him off through grit teeth. You scurry out the door and around him, all but sprinting towards the main house. You'd bet you have a solid 10 minutes to get changed and get started before the sheriff shows up about an attempted murder. Which leaves you almost no time to find a way out of the shit storm that's coming your way.
#cowboy!price#cowboy!ghost#not pictured: Ghost getting yelled at like hes in basic for a SOLID 15#also not pictured: Ghost deciding right there he is absolutely going to marry this woman#also also the introduction of Goose's nickname love her#cod x reader#cod x y/n#ghost mw2#ghost mwii#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#cod ghost#john price mw2#captain john price
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Hiiii! Iβm the anon that asked for the MCβs family request and it was hilarious, 10/10 if you donβt mind May i possibly ask for a part 2 with the dateables? Thanks for reading!
(Part 1: The Brothers)
"Mom, Dad, these are my other four boyfriends and my son."
...is what you almost do say when there's a knock at the door a few weeks later while you're entertaining your parents, your sister, and teenage cousin who's stuck with your folks while your aunt is on a cruise. Your parents stare at you with faces that all but beg you to ignore the damn door. Is it that cult again?
"Open the door! Is it that cult again?" your sister asks with shining eyes. She's been discussing going backpacking across the country ever since she met those seven hot guys who apparently adore you now. Your parents are devastated.
"Cult?" asks your cousin, looking up from his Switch with dead eyes. Your sister starts explaining to him as you go to the door and look through the peephole.
Oh, Christ. Oh, fuck. Oh, son of Gardonus---it's the son of Gardonus.
Opening the door just partway, you see that it's not just Diavolo. No, he brought the whole crew with him. Barbatos, naturally, but also Solomon, Simeon, and even little Luke. Diavolo holds a bouquet of flowers and Luke has a covered platter that almost certainly contains some kind of cake.
"Hiiiii, guys..."
"MC! It's been too long!" laughs Diavolo in his booming voice.
"It's been...a month..." you concede. Why, just...why...do all these handsome men find you so alluring? This is just your cross to bear, apparently. "It isn't a great time though, so---"
"Is that them?" Your cousin is standing behind you, peering out the door.
"No, this is... Who the hell...? MC, don't tell me there are more of them?!" Your sister is clearly astounded, and also quite delighted. "Invite them in! Invite them in!"
So, soon you're standing in the middle of your tiny apartment again, surrounded by friends and family, holding flowers and a cake, and feeling like you'd love it if a chasm in the earth opened up and swallowed you.
"There were more?" Your mom sounds hurt, like you'd been intentionally hiding things from her. "How many more besides these?!"
"Arguably three, but I don't know them well enough for them to visit," you say, winking reassuringly to the nervous author.
"Oh my god, there's a kid?!" Your sister has noticed Luke now. "Holy shit! Whose is he?"
You point mutely to Simeon, who smiles uncomfortably and waves.
"I'm not a kid!" Luke protests. "I'm--"
"You're a pre-teen. We know, Luke. We know." Solomon laughs dangerously, and Luke doesn't put up any more arguments.
You clear your throat. God, this is even more uncomfortable than the last go-round.
"Um, so. Everyone, I'd like you to meet---"
(Individuals are below the cut!)
Diavolo
Diavolo, who was never good at standing by quietly while other people talked, steps forward before you have a time to do any introductions. He extends a hand to your father, who has been eyeing him resentfully all this time.
"You all must be MC's relatives. What a delightful person you've brought into this world! I am Diavolo. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"'Diavolo'?" your cousin mutters, looking at his Switch screen again. "Like from JoJo?"
Dia looks very confused, and as your father hasn't shaken his hand, he smiles awkwardly at you. "Perhaps I'm approaching this the wrong way? Are the customs here very different from...ahem. Where we are from?"
"You mean Italy?" your cousin says.
"Ah-- Yeah. Dia's Italian. People here are a lot less friendly," you tell him.
Your sister asks him how someone like him ended up in a cult.
You remind everyone that you were not in a cult.
"But you met my baby while they were away from home," Mom says accusingly, glaring at Diavolo. "When they were vulnerable and confused."
Diavolo has no idea what to say to that. Your dad is still glaring at him.
Solomon
"This is Solomon. He's---"
"I'm their mentor and closest companion," Solomon says helpfully, taking your hand. "We have a very special relationship."
You really wish that chasm would stop taking its sweet time and open up already.
"Mentor? Special relationship?" Dad finally speaks up, and his arms are crossed over his chest, his expression deadly serious.
"This must be your father," Solomon observes, still smiling. "Sir, it's an honor to finally meet you. I hope I have an opportunity to speak with you privately later. We have a lot to discuss."
Your mom is ready to throw hands with this guy. Your sister is enchanted. Your cousin is cursing under his breath at his Switch.
Solomon wraps an arm around your shoulders and you elbow him in the gut. He smiles through the pain but lets you go.
Simeon
"...Simeon. Simeon, these are my parents. This is my sister, and this is---"
"Is there some sort of attractiveness requirement to join this cult?" your sister asks, beaming at Simeon.
You remind her that there is no cult.
Surprisingly, your parents don't seem nearly as hostile to Simeon. Maybe it's that angelic charm at work. They both shake his hand, which is significantly more than they were willing to do with anyone else.
"Simeon, that's a good, decent name. What do you do for a living?"
"I own and operate a cafe."
Nice one, Simeon. Very smooth. And your parents look even more impressed.
"A business owner, eh? And at such a young age..."
No one points out to them that Simeon has probably been alive longer than humans have existed.
Luke
"...Luke!" He has a completely normal human name! High fives all around!
"And that's his father?" Mom points at Simeon. "He looks awfully young..."
"Oh, Luke's an orphan. Simeon's just his guardian. It's really sad actually. His parents died when their car careened off a cliff."
How did he end up living with a cult though, they want to know. That Simeon guy can't be a very responsible caregiver if he's living on the road.
You explain to your family (again) that they aren't in a cult, that Luke is a totally normal orphan child with a stable and loving home, and yes, Mom, he goes to school. Yes, Mom, he eats vegetables. No, Mom, you don't need to call DCFS.
"He's so cute," your sister coos.
"I am not!" Luke yaps.
"And he's shaking and everything! You know what he reminds me of?"
You rub your temples.
"A Chihuahua."
Barbatos
"This is, uh... This is..."
Barbatos smiles at you and offers not an iota of assistance. He finds this entire thing pretty funny.
"This is Barb... Barbados..."
"What, like the island?" your sister asks.
Yes.... Just like the island....
And yeah, he talks. Sometimes he talks a lot. I don't know why he isn't talking. Barbs, say something.
"It is an honor to finally meet your family, MC. What a charming collection of people."
"I like your hair," your cousin says, actually looking up for once. "And those are pretty sick beads."
You agree that Barbatos's human clothes are pretty sick.
Did you say human clothes? That was weird of you.
Your mother asks why everyone in the cult paints their nails besides Simeon and Luke. You tell her that there is no cult, but, uh, it's just a fashion thing. They just like it. Don't be judgmental.
Your cousin agrees. Don't be judgmental, Auntie. He paints his nails black. So, like, what, is he in a cult now?
You remind everyone that there is not and never was a cult.
Your cousin tries to give Barbatos his Tiktok and tumblr accounts, and Barbatos smiles very graciously but refuses on the grounds that he does not have a Tiktok or tumblr.
After you manage to get the group out of your apartment, shoving Solomon out as he farewells you as his adorable apprentice, you slam the door shut and lock it.
Your parents smile at each other, agreeing that you could do much worse than that nice Simeon boy. Your sister insists that she is going to backpack across the country with at least ten or eleven hot men, even if they do have a kid with them, and nobody is going to stop her. And your cousin has put down his Switch and is now designing a vampire OC that looks suspiciously like Barbatos.
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Bunnnnyyyy I'm having yuyu withdrawals ππ
I recently stumbled across the spiderman yuyu edit on Instagram again and it has me running LAPS
Like can you imagine being roommates with photography major spider!yunho, noticing his odd disappearances and late nights but never saying anything, which he appreciates because lord knows he doesn't have the capacity for it rn sinde I'd headcannon this is right after his uncle's desth when he's still in his angry grief era.
But MC would be sweet even though he's cold and kinda mean, she wouldn't be nosy or pry, always asks him to eat with her out of courtesy (which isn't a big deal for her but it kinda chips away at his heart because she's so sweet about it).
Still he maintains certain boundaries till one day he comes home all beat up and bruised, and MC patches him back up, thereβs so much tension in the room when she has to peel off his shirt to check the bruises on his sides, when he softly asks why she cares about him so much, when she quietly admits that it's because she likes him-
AKSHSKSHDKSDBJSBZSJ
I'm just..... obsessed with Yunho
-lyra
so this sent me a little insane and i wrote so much more than i was expecting to ππ spidey!yunho has sent me down a rabbit hole and this is what we ended up withβ¦
βββββββββββββββββββββββββββcan we eat together tonight?β you ask as you stir the pasta around the pot. you made two portions, as usual, in the sheer hope that he wouldnβt be going out again. βi found this recipe i thought youβd like. i figured it might help cheer you up!β you shrug as if itβs no big deal.
but it is to yunho. as he picks his backpack up from the floor, he feels his heart break just a little. it would be so much easier for him to leave the apartment every night if it wasnβt for the fact that you were such a sweetheart. the fact that you always cook for him whenever you make something for yourself is something that has been slowly chipping away at his hard exterior for months now. the way that you put it in the fridge along with a cute little note whenever he isnβt there to eat with you has almost properlybroken that exterior in two.
yunho canβt deny that half of those precious little notes are stashed in the drawer of his nightstand; he rereads them whenever his emotions get the better of him. seeing the sweet messages scrawled onto the yellow post-it-notes never fails to make him smile. your pretty little words in your pretty little handwritingβ¦ heβd be insane not to keep them.
you turn around, taking your attention away from the pot for just a moment, and spot him with his jacket on and his rucksack slung lazily over one shoulder. as your face falls, he canβt help the way his heart breaks just a little more. you probably think youβve hidden your disappointment well, and to anyone else you might have done. itβs just a shame that yunho is the way that he is, because he sees the way your shoulders deflate and the shadow of a frown disrupts your pretty face. he can practically feel the sadness radiating from you in waves, the hairs at the back of his neck standing up slightly as your not-so-obvious upset puts him on edge.
but then you seem to remember yourself, and within seconds youβve picked yourself back up and are offering a small smile to him. he still feels that prickling at the back of his neck, though.
although it becomes apparent pretty quickly that that sensation may be caused by his own disappointment, rather than yours. as much as heβd like to pretend otherwise, he canβt deny the way that the feeling in his neck grows as he watches you pull a tupperware from the cupboard. you swap it with his dish - it was really yours, but youβd named it his because itβs red and red reminds you of him, for some reason - and he has to stifle his own frown. for some reason watching you replace the ceramic bowl with the plastic tub hits him right in the chestβ¦
βiβll put yours in the fridge, then,β you say as you turn back to the pasta and give it a stir, βyou can grab it whenever youβre hungry; maybe when you get back tonight?β
sweetheart, his brain repeats over and over like a mantra. it rattles round his skull whilst he tries to find the words to thank you. to let you know just how much he appreciates it, even if he doesnβt always show it. and the words are right there. right on the top of his tongueβ¦
but for some reason he canβt get them out.
βiβll see you later,β is all he mumbles before he slips out of the doorway and dashes down the hallway to the open window that awaits him at the end.
you try not to let the way the door slams shut hurt you, but even with the strongest will in the world you wouldnβt be able to take away the ache in your chest. heβs just going through a rough patch, you try to convince yourself as you spoon his serving into the tupperware and clip the lid shut. he just needs some time alone after everything thatβs happened to him, you think as you slip it into the fridge. itβll be better soon, you pray as you pull out a pen and think about what to write on his note.
hope this pasta cheers you up, yun! if you like it, let me know and iβll make it more often for you!!
the words make you cringe, but you slip it next to the tupperware anyway, closing the fridge with a huff. you doubt he even reads the notes anyway, so why does it matter if what you write on them is a little sickly-sweet.
with a sigh you grab your bowl and turn to the couch, ready to settle in and do nothing for the night. as usual, yunhoβs portfolio stuff is everywhere, as well as the photos of that one spider-guy that heβs been collecting for his new job at the daily bugle. you hate the newspaper yourself, thinking that the conspiracy-led journalism is nothing but fear mongering nonsense, but you canβt fault yunho for working there; heβs only in it for the money, afterall. itβs just the life of a collage student to have to sell out your morals for a paycheck.
you pick it all up, organising it into somewhat-coherent piles on the coffee table before flopping down onto the ratty sofa and flicking the TV on. the volume is barely at a whisper, and you canβt help but curse yunho for having such good hearing; no doubt he feels the same when he turns the TV on to a deafening wall of sound after youβve used it. the thought gives you a quick chuckle as you flick through the channels to find something to watch. you settle on a dumb reality show, quickly settling in for the evening so you can eat your pasta in peace.
βββ
hours pass before yunho returns, swinging the door open and startling you out of your TV-centred tunnel vision. you turn to him in surprise, ready to gently scold him for putting what would no doubt be another dent in the wall. that will have to come out of both of your deposits, you prepare yourself to tell him, but when you actually see him you pause.
heβs hunched up against a wall, chest rising and falling as he struggles to breathe. thereβs a wheeze when he inhales, which only gets stronger when he breathes out, and the look of pain on his face that comes each and every time he respires sends you straight into panic mode. you donβt bother to turn the TV off as you stand up and rush towards him.
βfucking hell, yun,β you cry as you reach him. he winces at your shrill tone, drawing back into himself as you invade his personal space to check for injuries. the obvious one is his side, which heβs clutching in his grip like his life depends on it; you assume itβs a cracked rib, which would explain why breathing looks like itβs taking all of his effort. despite its necessity, its a notoriously painful thing to do with a broken rib.
a broken nose can make it difficult too, and as you begin to scan his face, you realise that he definitely has one of those. the way it twists to the side slightly, blood oozing from his right nostril like a faucet makes you flinch back a little, as if youβre the one thatβs injured. you compose yourself quickly as you continue your search. black eye, split brow, split lip - the list goes on, but thankfully none of it seems too irreparable. with your basic knowledge of first aid, and yunhoβs weirdly extensive first aid kit, youβre bound to have him fixed up in no time.
βbathroom,β you stutter out, taking a step back to give him some space. he almost misses your warmth as he watches you take a few steps towards the room that separates his bedroom from yours. he chases it, pushing himself away from the wall and stumbling after you. he doesnβt know why he wants you so close all of a sudden, but he feels like he needs it to survive. those brief few seconds he had you close somehow made him breathe a little easier. he follows you into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.
silently, you gesture to the toilet and he takes a seat on the closed lid. his broad torso leans back against the tiles, and he relishes in the way that the cold seeps through his shirt and washes over his too-hot body. his head tips back against it too, and he watches you through hooded eyes as you scramble through the cabinet to find his first-aid kit.
sweetheart, his mind whispers again as you sit there on your knees in front of the cabinet, pushing rolls of toilet paper and bottles of cleaning product to the side. only you could be so adorably caring towards him after all these months of him actively pushing you away. only you would be so worried for him after heβd been trying his hardest to avoid you for months on end.
only you.
that feeling at the back of his neck comes back, only this time itβs stronger. every single hair on his body stands on end as he watches you pull the black bag from the back of the cabinet, whispering a cute little βa-haβ to yourself. he smiles at that, not even bothering to hide it from you when you turn to him with the kit in hand. he doesnβt need to anymore; youβve already seen everything else he used to hide.
which reminds him of his tattered spider-suit in his grasp. yunho holds out the red spandex for you to take from him, half expecting you to examine it and unveil all his secrets, but you donβt. you donβt even look at it as you toss the filthy fabric into the bathtub and turn the cold tap on. itβs the best for getting blood out, afterall. with little more thought about the piece of fabric, you turn back to yunho and unzip the black bag.
βunbutton your shirt,β you mutter as you pull out some wipes, a tube of antiseptic cream, and a large square bandage. you have no idea if his side is actually bleeding or not, but itβs best to be prepared, right? you look back at him with the materials in hand, only to see him staring back at you with an unreadable look in his eyes.
βwhat?β you grumble, taking notice of the fact that he hasnβt moved an inch. his hand was still clutched over his side and his shirt was still messily buttoned up. you sigh and move towards him, thinking nothing of it when you drop to your knees between his thighs and begin to unbutton the white fabric. his breath hitches as your fingers brush against his chest, but you pay him no mind, βyunho, move your arm - i need to get your shirt off.β
he doesnβt, remaining still as ever as you undo the last button that you can. you sit back on your haunches and watch him from where you sit between his spread legs.
βyun, come on,β you whine, and he closes his eyes at the sound. so beautiful; if only he wasnβt in pain so he could enjoy it more, βi need to undo the rest of your buttons and i canβt when youβre not letting me!β
you lay a hand on his wrist in a pleading gesture, asking wordlessly to let you take care of him. he listens this time and loosens his grip on his ribs. you pull his hand away, sucking in a breath as you catch sight of the red stain that his hand was previously covering. itβs not huge, but it still needs seeing to, so you go back to unbuttoning his shirt.
yunho tries not to think too hard as your hand brushes over his crotch when you undo the last two, just like when you eventually finish and push the sides of his shirt open to reveal his bare chest. itβs covered with bruises, and he bites his lip to suppress a groan as your delicate fingers dance softly across his damaged skin. he finds himself wishing the circumstances were different, and that you sitting between his legs, touching his chest could be so much more than you just worrying about him. as he watches you pick up the antiseptic wipes again, heβs reminded that thatβs all it is; you being worried.
but that too confuses him. after all this time of him being a downright dick to you, youβre still so gentle with him. heβs abrupt and rude, and yet you still smile and say hello whenever you see him. heβs never around to eat with you, and yet you never fail to make him a meal every time you cook. heβs kept so much from you, and yet here you are, taking care of him like none of that ever mattered. like you can somehow see the man he is underneath all that.
he whimpers, and heβs not quite sure whether itβs because of the pain of the antiseptic wipe, or the pain he feels in his heart. either way, he needs something to take his mind off it all.
βwhy?β he asks as you clean his wound with a kind hand. so soft, your touch, as if youβre scared of hurting him. as if anything you could ever do would hurt him.
βwhy what?β you respond as you toss away the bloodied wipe and move to grab the cream. you put a dollop on your finger and begin to gently press it against the wound. he groans, and you mutter out a small apology. you mean it too; you donβt want to cause him any more pain.
βwhy are you doing this?β he says through gritted teeth, breathing heavy and laboured as he tried to power through the sting that he feels in his side, βwhy are you so nice to me when iβm - oh fuck, it hurts - when iβm anything but nice to you?β
you pause for a second, mulling over his question, repeating it in your mind until you can settle on an answer. well, an answer thatβs palatable for him, anyway.
βyouβre not not nice,β you say, capping the cream and putting it down on top of yunhoβs thigh; youβd need it layered anyway. then you grab the bandage and rip off the adhesive cover, βand even if you were, i donβt think that wouldnβt change how i feel about you as a person.β
he watches with confusion in his eyes as you line up the bandage and smooth it over his skin. you run your fingers along the edges, pressing it down the make sure itβs secure. heβs sure that they linger on his skin for a moment longer than they have to, but he says nothing as you pull your hand back and rest it on your lap.
βhow do you feel about me?β he whispers quietly into the cold air of the bathroom. itβs quite possibly the worst place he can imagine to have this conversation, and yet it seems the fit the atmosphere perfectly. somehow it feels so natural, talking about feelings whilst you patch up his injuries in the bathroom.
βiβve fallen for you,β you bite the bullet, just coming straight out with it, βhook, line, and sinker, yun.β
it feels good to get it off your chest at long last. even if it doesnβt lead anywhere, or it makes things weird between the two of you. even if he begins to avoid you more, or just straight up moves out, itβs feels nice to have it out in the open. youβve cast your net, itβs up to him whether or not he lets you catch himβ¦
βoh,β is all he says at first, and you try not to think too much into that single syllable. you pick up the tube of antiseptic cream again and turn your attention to his eyebrow, βyou like me?β
you nod as you put another globule on your finger and lean into him to get closer to the cut. you ignore the way he stares at you as you work, trying you hardest to avoid making eye contact. you already feel like your heart is about to beat itself free from your chest; you donβt need to worry it any more.
but then you feel a finger brush softly against your face, a scabbed up knuckle teasing your soft skin as itβs traces your cheekbone. a breath gets caught in your throat, and your finger stills against yunhoβs brow bone. against your better judgement, you let yourself focus on his expression, making eye contact with the chocolate pools that never failed to draw you in. theyβre beautiful, as always, but they reveal so much more than they usually do. the corners crinkle up into crows feet as his pupils twinkle with an emotion youβve never really seen on his face before. it suits himβ¦ a lot.
βthatβs a relief,β he breathes out, the semblance of a chuckle in his voice, βiβve been calling you sweetheart in my brain since the moment we moved in together; itβll be nice to be able to call you that to your faceβ¦ sweetheart.β
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bury me (raf x mc, nsfw)
wc:Β 3949
rating:Β E
warning:Β pussy eating, strip tease
Up until the moment youβre sat in the entertainment room thatβs apparently been renovated on emergency notice, you donβt quite believe the situation youβve found yourself in.Β
It started as an off-handed comment you didnβt think much of. Frankly, you didnβt think anything of itβthe two of you were watching a movie (ok, Magic Mike, it was Magic Mike) and you mentioned, casual as ever, that youβve always wanted to see a lap dance up close.Β
Rafayel went still. But Rafayel goes still at the strangest thingsβhe once froze up at the sight of you petting a cat on the sidewalk and fell to the ground right next to the fire hydrant, in broad view of everyone walking down that very pavementβso again, you didnβt think much of it. Maybe he wanted to see a lap dance up close as well. Maybe, irrationally, he got a little jealous at the thought of you thinking of watching other men grind against flushed women, eyes bright as they watch the sheen of sweat on thick muscles centimetres away from their face.Β
You didnβt expect this. You didnβt expectβ
βYou spent how much on the lights?β You ask, bewildered. βYou got these custom made?β
βI wasnβt about to install cheap LED lights in my house,β Rafayel replies, fiddling with something in the corner. βThe cost doesnβt matter. The real expensive baby was the audio system, but I already owned that before I got the bright idea to remodel this place.β
βYou spent money to turn a room in your house into a strip club?β You say, voice slightly hysterical on the last two words. You almost donβt want to know the answer to your next question, but things have already progressed far enough. Thereβs no coming back from this. βWhereβs the stripping pole?β
Rafayel shrugs. Heβs wearing this thin, sheer fabric; so pale itβs almost transparent. It clings to the width of his shoulders, dipping down between the slope of his shoulder blades and the top tapers off at his waist. When he turns around, you canβt help but stare at the (quite frankly) whorish cut at the front.Β
The front of the shirt has this deep plunge all the way down to his abdomen. Itβs practically two strips of fabric loosely folded over each other, and if he bends over, you get a full view of the hard planes of his chest and the curve of his tits.Β
Heβs also wearing leather pants. Did you mention that? They look like they were painted on. The material stretches tight over his thighs, making him look even taller than he already does.Β
His feet are bare, toes curling into the rug covered floor. Rafayel stands there, weight shifted to one leg as he always does, and he practically preens under your undivided attention. Under your greedy, hungry gaze as you run your eyes up and down his body.Β
Behind him, the stereo system flares to life. This persistent, thumping drum beat slowly starts to build.
βCanβt we justβyou know?β You say without thinking, leaning forward instinctively at the thought of getting your mouth on Rafayel. Has he even looked in a mirror before he decided on this particular set of clothes?
Rafayel smirks. Fuck, you swear you can see the literal imprint of his cock through his pants.Β
βNot yet,β he murmurs, voice honeyed as he takes his sweet time to walk over to you, that casual, loping stride that you canβt look away from. βBe patient.β
βThis is the first time youβve turned down my offer,β you say petulantly. βPlease?β
βWe havenβt even gotten to the good part,β Rafayel says, eyes glittering as he leans over. His hands land on the back of the curved sofa youβre seated onβthey frame you like a solid wall of muscle, caging you in his embrace. His legs are on either side of your thighs, close enough that you swear you can feel the kiss of leather against your skin, the sheer heat radiating off his body.Β
The beat is loud, now. Itβs loud enough that it sounds like youβre at a club; it sinks through your chest, filling your body up like a balloon as it seizes your senses. Your heart pulses in time with the heavy, throbbing bassβyou stare up, eyes wide as all you hear is the sound of your heart and all you see is Rafayelβs eyes.Β
You could drown in that gaze. You know you could.Β
βNo touching,β Rafayel breathes out. When he bends over, cheek barely milimetres away from your own, your breath hitches at the view down his shirt. βFirst rule of the club, Miss. No touching the performers.β
βRaf,β you whine, fingers curling desperately into fists by your side as you trace your eyes over the curve of his Adamβs Apple, the crook of his shallow collarbone, the slope of his tits and the fucking sight of his nipples, pebbling from the cold. You want to flick them. You want to put your hands on his abdomen and cup his tits and you want to mess him up.Β
βItβs better when you wait for it,β Rafayel murmurs. His breath is hot against the crook of your ear, and you can feel the break in his breathing when he laughs. βDo you like this?β
βDo something,β you whine, tilting your head back just to get a better look at the lithe line of Rafayelβs body hovering over yours. Itβs driving you insane, having him this close but not touchingβyouβve been conditioned to expect skin contact from Rafayel, his little absent-minded touches as he grazes his shoulder against yours, a hand curving around your waist to gently nudge you aside when he walks by, fingers wrapping around yours.Β
When he exhales, you swear you can see it. The shadow of smoke in the dim light, swooping down in the empty space between both of your lips. Itβs maddening having him here, having this sliver of space between you two. You could reach up around his waist and drag him down; you could wrap one hand around the base of his neck and pull and he would go, sweetly, obediently, and he would make the most delicious sounds into your mouth.Β
You know this. You know it like you know the back of your hand, because heβs done it a million times before. You think youβve never known anyone as well as you know Rafayelβlike looking into a deep pool of still water and finding your reflection looking back.Β
Rafayel hums, the heat of his breath scattering over your collarbones as he rolls his hips. You swallow, mind spinning from the slightest scrape of tight leather against your thighs. He does it again, hips grinding in this slow, torturous move right above your core.
βYour muscles,β you say weakly, eyes riveted to the tension in his abdomen. His muscles are taut, pale skin clearly visible through the dip in his shirt. A bead of sweat drips down, tracing a path between his pectorals and down, down, downβ
Your eyes follow it greedily, wishing you could chase after it with your tongue.Β
βYou look delirious,β Rafayel whispers, his voice low and hoarse. Thereβs a husk to his words, and you canβt help the way you swallow, fingers tightening further into fists. Youβre familiar with that voice. Thatβs how he sounds after heβs been worked up beyond belief, until all he can think of is laying you out and eating you clean.Β
This is clearly doing it for him too, just as much as itβs working on you. The lights flicker, bleeding from one color into the next. Itβs crazy how Rafayel looks bewitching in every color; the neon red light looks like crimson splashed across his face, highlighting the cut of his cheekbone and the glint of his teeth when he smirks at you. The blue light casts his face into darkness, smoothing his features out and the shadow stretches over him, the color melting into his hair. He looks like a siren rising out of a water surface, eyes half-lidded and lips barely parted, fingers itching to steal your soul away.Β
Youβre possessed by the sudden desire to dump a glass of water on him. This look would be greatly improved if he was drenched to the bone, you think dizzily, with crystal droplets hanging off his eyelashes, dipping in the crook of his lips, pooling in his clavicle. His shirt, translucent as it is, would turn completely transparent. It would cling to his skin even more than it already does.Β
βPlease,β you beg, not even sure what youβre begging for. His hands on you. His mouth on you. His weight on you, pressing you down, holding you in place as he does whatever he wants to your body.Β
His smirk is so self-satisfied that you want to kiss it off his lips.Β
βPatience,β he murmurs. Rafayel braces his knees against the seat of the couch and leans back, wearing a brazen look as he looks at you. His smile spreads as he crooks his fingers at youβyou bend forward, lips parting as if ready to use your tongue to trace the grooves on his abdomen.
Rafayel laughs. Itβs a smug sound, but you canβt even fault him. He cuts a stunning figure like this, thighs spread and framed in shining leather, shirt so low and open that you donβt know where to look; the light drips over his skin like someone poured liquid gold all over him, drenching him in a moving pattern of red and blue lights.Β
He holds a hand out. βYour hand,β he says, and you quickly put your palm in his like youβre no better than a dog.Β
βThank you, baby,β Rafayel teases, flipping your hand over to press a kiss to your fingertips before he pulls it to his jaw. You flex your fingers, trying to swallow past the sudden thudding of your heart as he presses your hand to the slant of his jaw, down to the line of his neck.Β
Youβre not given any time to linger on the heat radiating off his body. He pulls your hand further down, your fingers grasping uselessly at the meat of his chest, trembling as your palm flattens against his skin.Β
And then, as if heβs been doing this all his life, Rafayel arches his back. His muscles roll in this slow, sinuous movement as he drags your hand down his abdomen.Β
You can feel it in aching clarity. The expanding of his rib cage as he breathes, the tension in his muscles as he clenches his abdomen to even out the grind of his hips. The heat, that absurd, blistering heat that youβre certain will melt your fingerprints clean off your fingers.Β
He does it again. Leans forward, eyes glittering in the flickering lights as he arches his back, letting you feel the way his muscles move under his skin as he rolls his hips.Β
Without thinking, you reach forward with your other hand. Youβre not even sure where youβre aiming atβyou just want to get your hand on him. The details can be handled later.Β
But Rafayel catches your wrist before your fingers even scrape past the loose material of his shirt. βNo touching the merchandise,β he chides, holding you in place.
Your fingernails scratch pointedly at his abdomen. It makes him huff out a laughβa surprised, breathy sound that for some reason gives you the urge to get your mouth on him now.Β
βIβm already touching you,β you breathe out, eyes glazing over when Rafayel clenches his abs just to watch the way you lose focus.Β
βI let you touch me,β Rafayel shoots back, smug as ever. βYou donβt get to touch me without permission.β
βRafββ
βJust enjoy it, Miss,β he murmurs, nudging one knee in between yours to slide your thighs apart. βIβm putting on a show. Donβt you like it?β
You like it a bit too much. All of a sudden, you realise why people like to keep pretty things in cages. Rafayel would look entrancing like that, you think, eyes wandering over his body. Lounging in a long column of water with transparent walls, like a fish tank in an aquarium large enough to store a whole pod of dolphins. Stuck with no where to go.Β
But your breath catches in your throat before you can reply with something intelligent. Rafayel presses his lips to the underside of your neck, at the spot where your jaw meets your throatβfeatherlight, so quickly that you almost miss it.
While youβre frozen, breath trapped under your tongue, he hums and traces a faint path down your body. His lips on your neck, your collarbones, the dip between your titsβhe leans down, switching to your bare arm when the fabric of your slip dress gets in the way.Β
Surely he can feel it. The pulse of your heartbeat under your skin, a mile a minute, fluttering at the sight of his half-crescent lips trailing against the sensitive underside of your forearm.Β
And then he gets on his knees. Heβs right there, eyes bright and glittering like jewels under the dancing lights as he leans forward to press the side of his cheek against your thigh.Β
You can feel the way his breath heats up against your knee. It feels like heβs burning a mark into you, etching the shape of his lips into your skin. You wonβt ever be able to remove it. Itβll be branded into your inner thigh, the crimson half-moon stains that mark you as his.
βSpread your legs for me,β Rafayel whispers, lips curving into a smile. βOpen up, baby.β
The flush in your cheeks feels absurd. You must look drunk, inebriated after one too many shots as your thighs spread instinctively to frame Rafayel in between them. He reaches up, each hand wrapping around the outside of your knees, fingers dipping into the crook at the back.
His grip is light, barely any pressure on your legs, but you feel like his hands may as well be two shackles against your knees, holding you in place.Β
βWider,β he says, eyes brilliant in the flickering lights. You could drown in that gaze, if the heat in your core didnβt kill you first. βCome on, gorgeous.β
βRaf,β you groan, thighs spreading even further. It makes you slip from your position on the sofa, inching further down just to make space for your legs to open wider.
The fabric of your dress rucks up around your hips. It folds messily, and Rafayel holds your gaze in this heartstopping, torturous moment as his fingers creep up and under your dress.
Thereβs something about it. Something you canβt explain, not even with an entire dictionary at your disposal. There is something about the way you canβt see his fingers, his palms as he slides them further up your thighs, below the crease of silk. The way the back of his hands and his wrists slowly, gradually disappear under your dress. While he keeps his gaze on you, eyes burning with such intent and desire it makes you breathless.Β
His fingers bump up against your underwear,Β the way the fabric digs into your thighs. The shock of it all makes you yelp a little, hands flying forward to feel blindly for Rafayelβs hands under your dress.
Youβre not sure what purpose you want to achieve. Youβre justβitβs justβitβs just a lot, okay, and the way he looks at you is soβ
Rafayel doesnβt do anything. His fingers go still, frozen under your grip, but you can feel the bracing heat of them through the thin fabric of your underwear. Your damp underwear. If his fingers were to slip, you know he would be able to press his thumb against the wet spot right at your slit, or slide higher to press at your throbbing clit.Β
You make this low, reedy noise, and let go of his hands. You shift even lower on the sofa, back curved as you lean your head back against the headrest. Your thighs spread just a little bit wider.Β
βThank you, baby,β Rafayel murmurs, eyes finally lowering as he lifts the skirt of your dress. βLook at how pretty you are.β
βGet on with it,β you bite out, voice shaky from arousal. The music is getting to youβthe deep, pulsing bass throbs at your temples, holding your heart in a vice grip. The singer is crooning something; his deep, low voice rumbling on and on about sex and youβre too out of it to properly register the lyrics.Β
Rafayel pays you no mind. He takes his own sweet time to push your dress further up your hips, exposing the line of your thighs and your underwear to his hungry gaze.Β
And then, right under your eyes, he leans in and presses a kiss to your stiff clit.
βRaf!β You try to shut your thighs on instinct, hips jerking at the sudden pressure against your clit, but Rafayelβs hands are firm against the inside of your thighs and he holds you open. He forces your legs wider, and he looks up at you as he fits his mouth to the middle of your panties, tongue flat against where your core burns the hottest.Β
Fuck, you think, mouth open as you try to gasp for air. Rafayel is good at thisβtoo good, you think, to the point where you flush when you catch yourself staring at his mouth for too long sometimesβand he breathes out on your cunt, relishing in the way your clit twitches in your panties.
βYouβre so fucking cute,β Rafayel murmurs, pulling the fabric taut over your pussy so he can see your swollen clit straining through your panties. He gives it another kiss, and you arch your back at the electricity that lights your body up when he does that. Rafayel knows what you like, and he wields that knowledge like a weapon.Β
You gaze at him, eyes half-lidded as you try to reach for his hair. Rafayel ducks away from your searching fingers, giving you a smile when you scowl at him.
βNo touching the merchandise,β he reminds you.Β
A disgruntled noise leaves your mouth. How are you supposed to hold him in place when he wonβt let you touch him? βTake them off, Raf, pleaseββ
Itβs as if Rafayel was put on this Earth specifically to raise your blood pressure. Even when he has his mouth on your cunt, face between your legs, heβs still possessed by the overpowering urge to do something that goes against what you say.Β
βNot yet,β he says, nonplussed, and drags your underwear to the side to expose your dripping center. βLook at how wet you are.β
Rafayelβs voice is gravelly, hoarse as he stares at you. Your pussy clenches instinctivelyβhis gaze feels heavy, like a physical weight bearing into you. Youβd really like a physical weight bearing into you right now, actually, and you know exactly where you can find one.
He presses his tongue to your clit. Your hips spasm, eyes rolling into the back of your head when he closes his lips around your swollen bud and sucks. It feels like fire burning through your entire body, pleasure sparking in your veins when he laps at your clit. You could cum like this, his clever tongue working your clit over and over in the soft wetness of his mouth.Β
βSo pretty,β Rafayel murmurs to himself, not even caring if you hear. He drags his tongue down, licking along the length of your cunt, spit mixing with the wetness dripping from your pussy. He rearranges his grip on your inner thighβhis palm frames the vee of your hips now, thumb pulling at the side of your cunt to open you up for his taking.Β
Rafayel eats you out like a man possessed. Thereβs this wild, desperate hunger in him, in the way he moves his mouth, the way he surfaces to gasp for air before going back to dip his tongue into your pussy and lick at your insides. He eats you out so greedily that you can truly believe he would be happy here, trapped between your legs and buried in your cunt for so long he goes breathless while you go cross-eyed with pleasure so overwhelming it makes you dizzy.
βFuck,β Rafayel groans, panting against your cunt. His breath feels like heβs blowing hot smoke against your clit, making it twitch uncontrollably with every gust of air over it. Youβre so worked up that just this is enough to make your hips jerk forward, chasing the ghost of his mouth to try to get it back on your cunt. βYou taste so fucking good, Missββ
βMore,β you beg, straining against the sofa to try to get leverage, any kind of leverage to tilt your hips up. βPlease, Raf, Iβm closeβfuck, Iβmββ
This time, he doesnβt need to be told twice. He moves his head, tongue curling as he fucks it into your throbbing pussy. Youβre so close, right on the precipiceβitβs like your entire body is a livewire, hips jerking uncontrollably whenever his tongue hits that sweet spot and making your nerves light up with pleasure. Itβs a struggle to keep your eyes open; you want to keep your eyes on Rafayel, to see the way his curls bounce as he mouths hungrily at your cunt. But the pleasure is so devastating, so mind-numbing that you canβt help the way your eyes flutter shut, your body unable to concentrate on more than one sensation at once.Β
Your clit is so stiff that it aches. And when Rafayel licks at it, flicking his tongue against your swollen clit and relishing in the desperate, needy sounds falling from your mouthβ
It crescendos like a tsunami wave rising to its peak. Your body freezes, mouth falling open as you arch your back, pushing up, up, up against Rafayelβs tongue. It spreads through you like a wildfire, burning you up from the inside out. Your mind is blank, you canβt think, you canβt even make a sound.Β
You just gasp, silent as the orgasm crashes over you like the tide, taking you under and drowning you beneath the water. Rafayel keeps fucking going, sucking at your clit to keep you right on that knifeβs edge, pleasure melting into overstimulation because he knows you like it when it aches. When it becomes a little biting, when it starts to hurt just a little.Β
He laps at your clit until you shiver, hands weakly pressing against his forehead. Rafayel gives your cunt one last lick, sucking at the lips of your pussy and licking his lips when he catches your gaze.Β
βAll done?β He asks, reaching up to wipe the visible remnants of your orgasm from his jaw. βAnother one?βΒ
βI want to suck your cock,β you say, the breath still mostly fucked out of you. βComeβcome here.β
βNuh-uh,β Rafayel tells you, rising back to his feet. The music is still thumping through the walls, resounding in the room as you tilt your head back and stare up at him. βIβm not done. It isnβt a strip show until Iβve gotten naked.β
You blink at him. He stillβ
βOkay,β you say uselessly. You can see the thick outline of his cock through his pants, so visible that youβre almost certain the leather will burst. βGo on.βΒ
He gives you this smug, confident smile, and you politely donβt mention how the bottom half of his mouth is still wet from your cum.Β
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What happened to Lemuria and Rafayel?
A mix of facts and theory. I try to quote where I got stuff from in the game, but let me know if something is unclear.
This is a monster. For TLDR, jump down to the bold words, as this sums up the general idea of this post.
SPOILERS for Main Story, Anecdote 3, and some Memories.
(MS stands for Main Story)
What we know:
Rafayel is Lemurian (Ebb and Flow and MS Chapter 7)
As a child, a long long time ago*, he lived in a Lemurian community in the ocean, specifically in the Deep Sea. He would sneak away from his home to explore the ocean and the surface world. (Nightly Stroll, Whalefall Lament,Β Ocean At Night).
*(What is a long, long time ago? 10-15 years? 800 years? He says his age is β24β¦probablyβ (promotional video). What does that mean? Has he forgotten exactly when he was born or is he alluding to the fact that he is much older? He made his vow to MC when they were both children (MS Chapter 7.11). Was that current MC or a previous reincarnation of her? If current, then he must be actually around 24. If a previous life of MC, then he could easily be 800 or more.)
Lemuria was believed to be mythical, and/or to have disappeared thousands of years ago. It was confirmed to really exist when, on December 31st, 2034 (the same year the Deepspace Tunnel appeared and the Chronorift Catastrophe occured), a tsunami and earthquake southeast of Linkon opened a rift in the ocean, revealing an ancient Lemurian city (MS, in-game article, and promotional video). When asked how he can be alive today if Lemuria disappeared thousands of years ago, Rafayel says to think of him as βa lost pearl that washed up on the beachβ.
Other Lemurians are still alive. Rafayelβs Aunt Talia appears to be a Lemurian herself (his only remaining family) as she has known him a long time, knows about Lemurian ceremonies and other Lemurians, etc. In 2047, a Lemurian named K died. Rafayel attended his Seamoon Ceremony (essentially a funeral of sorts, returning him to the ocean to pass on and return to the water from whence he came), as did other remaining Lemurians (Anecdote 3).Β
Now that we have that foundation to work with, letβs start with Louisβ Tale in Anecdote 3.Β
For the sake of argument, I am going to assume that Louis got most of the story right, since Rafayel doesnβt contradict him on most points, aside from dismissing him in general, which I feel was to downplay how close Louis was to the truth.
They are discussing the opera Rafayel just performed in, particularly, the Sirenβs Ballad. In the opera, the siren is a woman and the human is the man (played by Rafayel). Louis says they got this wrong. The Siren was βa charming, handsome mermanβ. Presumably this Siren is Rafayel.
Simple enough so far, but now it gets confusing.
The Siren (Rafayel) βmet a woman on the beach, but she took his tail and cut off his scalesβ. This sounds similar in some ways to MC, but opposite in others. MC was a child, not a grown woman. And Rafayel got stranded on the beach (No way out, no hope, and waiting to die) and MC rescued him from death, rather than taking his tail and scales.Β
However, if we assume Fragrant Dream was a memory and not just a dream (Rafayel acts as though this dream is significant somehow), Rafayel gave a scale, his blood, and his voice to save MC, and ultimately sacrificed his life for her, in some past life. The perfume (bitter like fermented aquatic plants, the same description as the potion in the dream) that brings the possible memory to MCβs mind is from Your Fragrance. Rafayel has some very strange lines in Your Fragrance when he is under the apparently intoxicating effect this perfume has on him. He says the perfume smells familiar, then goes on to say:
βIt must be an allergic reaction. This isnβt perfume. How dare they use such underhanded methods to trap meβ¦β
βWho gave you the perfume?β
βAre you trying to run away again?β
βIβm not going anywhere. Youβre gonna lock me up againβ¦ Youβre with them, I just know it. Donβt think Iβm unaware of what youβre about to do. (MC name), I wonβt fall for it again. Not this time.β
This all implies that Rafayel was trapped and locked up in the past. And that on at least some level, he feels like MC played a role in him getting tricked. (Which might explains why he considers abandoning her when she is drowning in MS Chapter 7.11. See an alternate theory for this here.)
Back to Louisβ story, he describes the fate of the woman. The Siren is on the verge of death, and he sings the Sirenβs Ballad. (Later, we learn this portrayal of the Sirenβs Ballad is inaccurate: ββSiren's Balladβ isn't a song of revenge. It's an elegy sung for Lemuriaβ.) According to Louis, βUltimately, the woman on the shore passed away with a smile as he sang.β Obviously, MC is currently alive. Did Louis get this wrong? Was this a past life? A different woman?
Louis then describes what he believes those who die by the Sirenβs song experience.Β
βPeople lured by the siren's ballad don't die peacefully. Their smiles are just a mask bestowed by the Siren. Instead, as they near death, they witness bizarre visions as they're plunged into endless torment.βΒ
The man, Mr. Fallon, who died during the opera is described as having died of no obvious cause with a smile on his face. After singing during the opera that Mr. Fallon died watching, Rafayel goes backstage.Β
βA searing pain throbs in his throat, pulsating in tandem with his heartbeat, rapidly stimulating his nerves. As he touches his Adamβs apple, he pulls out a new tie from his leather briefcase, a smooth satin entwined between his fingers. The cool texture gradually envelops his neck. Itβs like sheathing a blade.β
This strongly implies that Rafayel used his voice for something more than singing, hinting at it being a weapon. I think it is safe to assume Rafayel somehow killed Mr. Fallon man with his song, presumably in the way Louis describes.
Another interesting thing of note in this part of Louisβ description is: βA blue pattern, representing the Siren, appears on their chests. It's a constant reminder of the sins they committed against the sea.β At first, I thought this may be the pattern we see on Rafayelβs chest in Chapter 7.11, implying he sinned against the sea, but on rewatching it, I realized that the mark is red, not blue. So I am inclined to go with my first impression that Rafayelβs mark is related to his bond with MC (since it responds to her calling out to him).
So, now that we are thoroughly confused about what has taken place between Rafayel and MC, letβs move on to the next part of the story. This is when everything takes an even more heartbreaking turn.
βThe Siren returns to the sea, believing everything has ended. But he discovers his underwater kingdom has turned to ruins, soaked in blood. His people have either vanished, turned into bloody foam, or were kidnapped. His homeland has turned into a silent, deserted city overnight. Oh, and as for the name of this underwater kingdom - Lemuria.β
(Interesting side note: After this part of Louisβ story, Rafayelβs meal is served: βa fish laying amidst white rosemaryβ. Rosemary symbolizes fidelity and remembrance.)
Later, in his memories, Rafayel adds to this scene for us.
βThe young boy sits alone in the middle of the coral reef, softly humming βSiren's Ballad.β Waves lap the shores, staining it dark red. The color blends almost seamlessly with the bloody setting sun in the distance. Those who deceived him have long since sailed away on their massive ships, laughing all the while. βSiren's Balladβ isn't a song of revenge. It's an elegy sung for Lemuria.β
He also remembers:
βThe dying cries of his people echo in his ears, fizzing and crackling like a broken record that's been ground into pieces.β
βIn the darkness, the shadows of those he personally laid to rest emerge and drag him down, lower and lower into the depths.β
Now, letβs talk about the painting Raymond bought from Rafayel.Β
But first, letβs talk about Raymond. He is a former patient of Zayneβs with a congenital heart disease. In his mansion, he has a giant fish tank with no water in it. Instead, it has a dull and pale skeleton. (MS Chapter 2.2-2.3)
βFin-like bones protrude from its pelvis. This skeleton lacks legs, its spine extending like a long string. Its pose is ominously beautiful, resembling a girl sitting cross-legged.β
I think it is pretty safe to say this is a real Lemurian skeleton.Β
Additionally, Zayne notes that βAccording to the Akso remote monitor, your vital sign data has improved. The equipment also determined your age to be far younger than what it actually is.β In other words, Raymondβs health has improved, and he is unnaturally youthful for his age. Raymond even suggests he should be dead by now and asks Zayne if he is curious as to why he is not dead. Zayne admits to initial curiosity, but then moves on.
Before K died, he said βThey took away my scales and drew my blood. Over and over again. Iβm no longer Lemurian.β The doctor told Rafayel that K had endured βsuch agonyβ. This appears to be something many of the Lemurians on land are facing or trying to hide from.
In Rafayelβs Myth (Chapter 3), it says that the humans of that time believed:
"Every Lemurian was blessed with beauty. Their tears turn into glimmering pearls, their voices brought dreams of wonder, their blood made one live forever or could even resurrect the dead. Once you tamed a Lemurian, they were the most loyal, powerful servant. They listened to every command, even if it cost them their life."
Even if only parts of this are true, it shows that Lemurians are considered highly desirable as slaves or for parts. And the part about the blood seems to have at least an element of truth, given Raymond's health.
It seems reasonable to conclude that Raymond has been harvesting something (scales, blood, etc) from Lemurians to unnaturally lengthen his life and make him younger.
Now enter Rafayelβs painting.Β
He used blood red coral, infused with Metaflux, from the ruins of Lemuria for this painting.
When MC resonated with the painting in Raymondβs house, this is what she experiences:
βA stunning oil painting hangs on the wall opposite of the sofa. It depicts a brilliantly blue sea with cascading white waves. Each brush stroke feels alive as if countless fairies are jumping out of the water.
At the edge of the sea, the water is gradually stained crimson like something is being torn apart, swallowed, and coalescing into a blood clot.
The gloomy weather, the sound of the ocean - a salty humidity slowly creeps into my hair.
A girl by the shore, the lower half of her body submerged in the water. Strange. It's almost like sheβs crying and laughing at the same time.
The swirling fog carries a faint, ethereal melody on the sea breeze. It sounds like a song, yet is also a lament.β
Mermaid Song plays in the background while MC is resonating with the painting. The translation of it is:Β
βA fish in your hand. Please burn with passion. Nets of moonlight. With coral, a prison. When waves kiss the morning sun. The scent of roses pierce. With a fish in your hand. Blood. Blood. Blood covers the sea.β
When MC visits Rafayelβs art gallery, we learn a bit more about this painting.
βWhen I was a kid, I had dreamed I turned into a fish.
I swam and swam and swam from the deep sea, seeking a place beyond the water's surface. Only to end up in blood-red seawater.
It was the first time I ever saw such a color. Who knows how many years I've spent trying to recreate it. But I never really could get that same shade of red.
It was always a slightly different hue, you know...β
All of this put together paints a scene along these lines for us:
A young Rafayel returns from an encounter with a human woman on the beach (MC?). He finds that Lemuria is in ruins and empty. He swims to the surface. It is nighttime on a coral reef. There is a smell of roses in the air. As the sun rises, he sees that the water is filled with blood. Perhaps there is a Lemurian girl there singing mournfully, or the girl in the painting is representative of Rafayelβs experience and the experience of other survivors. (Perhaps it is even her skeleton in Raymond's home). Some Lemurians are dead or dying in the water or on the beach. Rafayel hears their dying cries and returns those dead on land to the sea to become one with the water. He then sits alone on a coral reef, surrounded by bloody water, singing an elegy for Lemuria as the sun sets. He knows he was deceived and that his deceivers have already sailed away. Some of the Lemurians have been kidnapped and taken away with the deceivers.
("A fish in your hand" from the Mermaid Song seems to refer to the Ocean Emissaries (little blue fish) that come from making a Lemurian vow (though Rafayel also seems to be able to summon these on command). Is this a reference to the promise between Rafayel and MC? How does that play into the rest of this scene?)
Given how vulnerable Lemurians are on Ebb Day, I think it very likely that this occurred on Ebb Day. (Perhaps this vulnerability was revealed to those who killed the Lemurians by MC or Rafayel himself. Did one or both of them trust the wrong people with this information? This also might be why Rafayel was stranded on a beach in the first place when he met MC.)
So now we have some kind of a picture about what happened to Lemuria. Is this ancient or recent history?
Either way, Lemurians still live and are still being harvested for parts.
Louis concludes his story by asking Rafayel, βWhen the Siren returns to the beachβ¦How does he exact his revenge on those responsible for Lemuria's destruction?β
To which Rafayel responds, βI think heβd first learn from them. He's gotta study their wits and cruelty, you know.β
Which brings us back to Mr. Fallon dead with a smile on his face at the opera. And also Raymond drowned in his bathtub after carving fish scales into his body. The painting has vanished from his home. (MS Chapter 7.3)
I think this is why Rafayel has a bounty on him, since those participating in harvesting Lemurians are being killed by him, but can't exactly go to the authorities about it.
I also think Rafayel is not solely motivated by revenge. He tells Aunt Talia βNot every Lemurian survivor can wait.β Somehow, what he is doing is supposed to prevent other Lemurians from ending up like K.
Talia notes that Rafayel has changed "After that incident in Lemuria." He seems unrecognizable. Past Rafayel was like a blazing flame, whereas he "now resembled a reef battered by relentless waves - outwardly cold and hard, yet riddled with cracks, vulnerable to crumbling from the next wave." Talia is helping Rafayel gather information for his goal, but she isn't convinced that they are doing the right thing.
What are your thoughts? Was this helpful? More confusing? Is Rafayel ancient or young? What the heck happened between Rafayel and MC? Let me know your thoughts!
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So uh... I couldn't stop thinking about this post because apparently many of us would like to be scolded by Barbatos. But a special thank you to @vinsmouke for adding a tag about him taking off his gloves slowly because my Barbatos obsession took hold of my silly little brain and refused to let go.
I don't know what this even is, I'm sorry, it seems I'm just very thirsty today and there is something about this scenario that inspired this. Listen, I don't question inspiration, I just let it take me where it will.
Barbatos x GN!MC - NSFW MDNI
Note: MC's genitals are not described, I tried to keep it gender neutral. I consider this to be an established relationship situation where consent has already been given.
Warnings: fingering, MC's wrists are restrained, Barbatos in demon form, I feel like there probably needs to be more here please let me know if I should add something
You sat on your chair and tried not to squirm. Barbatos was standing before you, a deceptive smile on his face. You knew what that smile meant. You had bratted too close to the sun.
You had been enjoying some tea and pastries at the Demon Lord's Castle one minute and found yourself in this tense situation the next. You couldn't deny that it was your own fault.
βDo you believe your behavior is appropriate, MC?β Barbatos asked, smile still in place.
"I-" you started to protest but he interrupted you.
βPlease do not attempt to excuse it,β he said. You sat back in your chair, watching as he began to slowly pull his fingers out of his glove, one by one. βWe have spoken about your bad behavior before. I decided on leniency then, but it is clear to me that I made an error in judgment. If you cannot conduct yourself properlyβ¦β
You swallowed as you watched him. He wasnβt looking at you, his attention fully on the methodical and deliberate way he was removing his gloves. You couldnβt look away, your hands fidgeting in your lap as you considered what may be coming next.
ββ¦it is my responsibility to correct you,β Barbatos said, his eyes finally meeting yours as he placed his gloves on the table.
He was still smiling but the look in his eyes made you wiggle slightly in your seat. He circled around to stand behind you, letting the anticipation build up for several long moments while you waited.
And then you felt his fingers against your lips and you opened your mouth obediently. He didnβt need to tell you what to do - you closed your mouth around them and sucked.
His other hand loosened the waistband of your RAD uniform before sliding past it, his fingertips teasing along the heat between your legs. You sighed around the fingers in your mouth as he coated the tips of the other fingers in your slick.
Barbatos tutted gently in your ear. βAroused so easily by being scolded? I may begin to think you get into trouble on purpose.β
It was a good thing you couldnβt talk, since you were sure he would see right through any lie you tried to tell about how you would never do such a thing.
You had been trying to stay still, keeping your hands beside you. But as Barbatosβs fingers began to stimulate you, you found it more and more difficult. You reached out to grasp both of his wrists desperately, moaning at the feeling of his touch.
It wasnβt long before your hands were pulled away from him, your grip broken as they were tugged behind the back of your chair. You could tell from the cool sensation now around your wrists that they were being held back by his tail.
You knew Barbatos was in demon form behind you, restraining you while he edged you, his fingers in your mouth. It caused a thrill to spike through your body, even though you couldn't see him.
It was an effort not to bite down on him and he knew it, pushing you as far as he could, waiting to see if you would lose control. His fingers moved expertly between your legs, teasing you before increasing the sensation, bringing you so close to your climax and then retreating again, but never fully letting up.
The longer this went on, the more you started to squirm until you were writhing on your chair. You strained against the tail that held your wrists, gasping against the fingers in your mouth.
Barbatos took his fingers out of your mouth abruptly and you couldnβt stop yourself from begging.
βBarbatos, pleaseβ¦!β you cried, body arching back against the chair.
Barbatosβs other hand went still beneath your clothes. βMC. Must I remind you this is a punishment?β
You let your head fall back on top of the chair and suddenly you could see his face. The teasing gleam in his eyes, the black of his horns nestled among the green of his hair, the longer bright teal edges tickling your cheek as he leaned forward just a little.
"Pleaseβ¦" you said again, knowing you were flushed with heat, that your desperation was plain on your face.
Barbatos was smiling still, but it was an amused smile rather than a dangerous one. "Your begging is sweet, my love, but it will do you no favors now. Be good and I will reward you later."
You whined as he pulled away from you. His tail released your wrists as he shifted out of demon form. You watched as he used a napkin to clean himself of you before putting his gloves back on.
Although you found yourself feeling slightly frustrated, you also knew that Barbatos was always true to his word. You could tell just from looking at his face that he fully intended to reward you later. The promise of it was enough to give you the strength to wait just a little longer.
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Domestically, Painfully, Loving.
Pairing: Renjun x Female Reader wc: 2.5k+
Summary: You and Renjun have been roommates for the past two years and apparently the roommate dynamic you thought you had was not very roommate-y
Genre: suggestive, fluff, he and MC are painfully domestic.
Warnings: suggestive at the end/mentions of sex (like I literally just say sex a lot)
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It was for sure one of those mornings. You didnβt wake up to any of your alarms, your windows were drawn, and your bed was too warm to get out of. The thought of skipping the 9 am you had was now in bright bold letters in the forefront of your brain and honestly seemed like the move.Β
Then all of a sudden I hear this grating voiceβ¦. Just kidding itβs just Renjun. You hear him shuffling around in the hallways outside dangerously close to your door. You both had sworn to not lock your doors if it was a regular night because He had claimed it was a safety hazard.Β
You heard the door knob jingle, and then devastatingly open to Him in all his glory. He was fully dressed minus shoes and had the annoyed look he usually carries when you piss him off.Β
βIt is almost 8:00 and if you donβt get up youβre going to miss your class,β He said sternly as he invited himself into your room and went to your closet
βI think I might just take the L on this one and miss itβ you yawned and rolled over turning your back to him.
βNo, and please donβt ever say βtake the Lβ in front of me ever again,β Renjun said as he dug through your closet.
βSorry, Your Highnessβ your voice strained as you slumped over in bed attempting to get up.Β
βI put clothes on your chair, Iβm giving you 20 minutes and then we are leaving,β He said as he grabbed your wrists pulling you the rest of the way out of bed. Leaving you to your own devices after.Β
Renjun and you had lived together for 2 years now and this was the dynamic. Renjun helped you keep your shit together, and simultaneously you helped him not lose his. A perfect balance.Β
On your desk chair was a white sweatshirt and matching white sweatpants. One of the sets you had invested in after Renjun had introduced you to the world of βnice sweatsβ and on top of the sweat suit was a black sports bra from your dresser. There werenβt a lot of boundaries between you at this point, to be honest.
After changing you trudged into the bathroom where he was standing finishing his hair. Nudging him with your hip to move you slid in closer to the outlet of your hair. Renjun grabbed your hair into a ponytail and pulled it off your neck.Β
βI think you should wear your hair in a claw clip, it shows off your neckβ You blinked at both of your reflections in the mirror with zero energy to fight him, nodding in agreement. Renjun then grabs the brush from the side brushing your hair out, and then twisting it into the claw clip.Β
βAlright there you go,β Renjun said patting your hip, moving you out of his way to finish his hair.
βI already ordered coffee so we gotta go soon, go put your shoes on, and do the Jordan's not the Converse,β Renjun ordered you around as he blow-dried his hair.Β
Finishing the multiple tasks he gave you, you were now standing at the door waiting for him to come escort you to the kitchen like a goddamn kindergartener to school. Now joining you in the entryway putting his shoes on. He was wearing a pair of loose-fit jeans and a white button-up on top of a T-shirt.Β
This contrast between you two is crazy.
You two both lived a very domestic life. When you had moved in together you strikingly got along really well. Renjun had slowly but surely worked himself to be at the forefront of important people in your life. He was just a very considerate person in his way and it showed with those he cared aboutβ¦.which you just happened to be!
Does he dress you up like a little doll sometimes.. yes! And like who doesnβt like that shit, domesticity in a household is like crack to weak-minded, and hey bitch.. I am the weak-minded.
Getting to campus you departed from Renjun and walked towards the lecture. Finding your spot in the auditorium and going to your friends who have saved it for you.Β
βGood morning darling, look who showed up todayβ Giselle nudged your shoulder laughing,
βAnd look! Her boyfriend got her coffee, god bless the lovely coupleβΒ Karina traced her finger along the big RENJUN written on the side of your coffee cup.Β
βOh shut up, heβs not my boyfriend. He just buys the coffee in the morningβ You shrugged taking a sip. Putting your coffee down meeting eyes with your two best friends silently staring at you with their eyebrows knit.
βWhat do you mean he isnβt your boyfriendβ Giselle asked voice flat
βRenjun is not my boyfriendβ¦ we just live together,β You said again confused as to why you were being questioned.Β
βY/n are you kiddingβ¦.?β Karina spoke up over Giselleβs shoulder sharing the same confused look βI watched you two hold hands the other day while walking home, like clasp your fucking fingers and hold handsβ Gisele gripped Karinaβs hand to demonstrate.
βYeah because I was tired and need to keep up with him while we were walking heβs fast for a little guyβ you explain trying to mediate whatever the fuck was now happeningΒ
βOh, you poor poor girlβ Karina now pushing herself fully into the conversation βy/n people do not act like that with people who they arenβt dating plus you two live togetherβ¦ you do know that everyone thinks you two are dating right?β
You felt your hole clench at that statement. Hole clench, toe curl, and heart drop. βWhat do you mean people think we are dating..?β Your voice sounded more pathetic than you wanted it to be.
βY/n you two are probably two of the most domestic people I know, I watched you and Renjun hug for a solid two minutes yesterday and then he fixed your hair after. Who the fuck does that. Other than two people who are having painfully loving sex?β She asked.Β
You two werenβt having painfully loving sex! Neither of you were having sex! You would know, the walls are thin.Β
βBut we arenβt having painfully loving sexβ you pouted still confused
βAnd thatβs fucked up for you, and your vagina!β Karina rubbed your shoulder.
βBe honest with yourself Y/n would you have painfully loving sex with Renjun if you had the chance?β Giselle askedΒ
And just like that, your world fucking crashed in. Because you WOULD! You would have painfully loving earth-shattering war of worlds universe colliding sex with Renjun! Your body was in a sense of shock and you felt your eyes stuck open wide at the sudden realization you would bone your roommate and would maybe like to be in a grossly domestic relationship with him.Β
βI think we broke herβ Karina waved her hand in front of your face and snapped.Β
βI think I have a crush on Renjunβ you whispered in disbelief.Β
βSubstantial realizations here before 9 am ladies and gentlemenβ Giselle clapped as if your now mental breakdown was an achievement.
βI think I need to go home right now and I think I need to go rethink everything that has happened to me for the past two years,β You said in a frantic whisper as you packed the rest of your things and left the lecture hall 5 minutes before class was supposed to start. Ignoring what Karina and Giselle were saying trying to get you to pause your mental breakdown and sit back down for geologyΒ
Fuck geology I'm having a crisis!
Speed walking out of the lecture hall it still felt like you had a cold bucket of water dumped on you, and then someone pushed you down a flight of stairs too. How had you not realized you had a crush on him? You two did almost everything together, you did almost everything together!!!!Β
Turning the corner and stopping dead in your tracks making eye contact with the devil himself, renjun. His eyes widened at first meeting yours, and then brows furrowed in confusion. You had two choices right now; run away OR admit defeat and face him. Running away seemed like the best option but you would have to face him later that night at the apartment and currently with the realization you were going through, you didnβt want to have to face him to explain why you ran away.Β
The familiar pair of brows excused himself from his friends and walked up to you with a look of concern painting his features.Β
βArenβt you supposed to be in science right now? Where are you goingβ he asked, the worry evident in his voice. Making your stomach twist into knots.Β
βI uh.. donβt feel great so I think Iβm just going to raincheck on classes todayβ you spoke not making eye contact with him once. Your eyes thought immediately shooting to meet his as he rested his hand on your forehead, and then slowly moved it to cup your cheek.Β
βYou do feel a bit warmβ his voice was still laced with concern. Your face was warm, but that was due to the fact you were screaming on the inside from your roommate caressing your face to see if you were sick. βI donβt have a lecture for another 30 minutes but I can miss it Iβll take you home!β Renjun said and reached to grab your wrist to drag you towards his car.Β
your wrist was tingling from the contact, and the thought of mind-blowing sex was now on the forefront of your conscious βNO *cough* no! I am fine, Iβm going to take the bus and probably stop for someβ¦tea! On the way homeβ
You donβt drink tea.Β
His hand released your wrist and he scanned your face skeptically. βYou donβt drink tea thoughβΒ
fUCK!
βWell, I just figured a good time to start! Being sick and all! *cough cough* wow! Okay well, Iβm gonna go I will see you later!β Your sentence slowly lost control towards the end, you turned around and booked it to the bus stop, not even turning to see if he said bye or was still looking.Β
It had been 2 years of you two living together, how did you just realize now? And people already thought you two were dating? Does everyone think we fucked?
Does he think we are dating??
Does Renjun think we are dating?
You two do regular roommate stuff, He literally dressed you this morning and did your hair⦠HE DRESSED YOU AND DID YOUR HAIR. Oh holy fuck oh god oh what the fuck
Were you two dating? We we dating???
As soon as you got home from the bus you paced the living room for a good 45 minutes trying to rethink the last two years and what may have been perceived as you two dating, and so far there was a lot.Β
Renjun and you frequently hold hands, you both purposely created school schedules that ended and started around the same time each other, and you have both met each otherβs families. The list fucking continues.
To be quite honest you werenβt sure what the reality was at all now. Renjunβs class ended at 12 and it was 12:15 so he would be home any minute.Β
The lock clicked and you watched as the door opened to Renjun, Walking in and smiling at you.
βHow are you feeling? You ran away before I asked you anything elseβ He asked as he took his shoes off, but continued to hold eye contact, returning to that same look he had earlier when you had sold the idea of you being sick.
Ripping the bandaid off you said it
βAre we dating?β The question sounded like a scream in the quiet apartment.Β
Renjun paused and stood back up
βIf that is what you wanna call it..?β He said shrugging
What do you mean βif that is what you wanna call itβ
βWait.. so you thought we were dating?β Your body began to tense at the prospect of you not being aware of your relationship status for the past two yearsΒ
Renjun looked away like he was thinking and tilted his head βWell noβ¦ But I donβt act the way I act with you with anyone else, I just figured we werenβt putting a label on anythingβ He said walking closer to you and sitting on the couch in front of you βYou havenβt seen anyone, and havenβt expressed that interest in doing so and neither have I and to be very fair quite literally everyone thinks we are datingβ he laughed at his last part of his sentence as you were melting into a small puddle in the middle of your living room.Β
βOhβ was the only word able to make it out of your mouth as your state of shock had taken over your entire body.Β
βI mean we already live together, it would honestly be quite convenient for us to be datingβ Renjun added seemingly unaware of the turmoil you were still in.Β
βBut Karina said that we look like a couple who has painfully loving sex, and we arenβt having painfully loving sex though! We havenβt even kissed!β Did you whine at your roommate-boyfriends? Non-chalantness about the topic.Β
βWell, we can. It doesnβt define a relationship, but if painfully loving sex is what you want then we can make it happenβ His voice garnered a new lilt to it as soon as the prospect of coochie became a distant goal
βHold on PLEASE Iβm so lostβ You threw your arms up in surrender now confused as to what you had gotten yourself into.Β βSo you are actually into me?β You questionedΒ
βYes, veryβ well damn.
βOh okay, well yeah me tooβ you respondedΒ
βSick,β He said as he began to take his shirt off.Β
βWOAHβ the screech leaving your mouth before you could catch itΒ
βPainfully loving sex remember?β He said as he moved across the living room to grab you by the waist. βWould you be interested in some painfully loving sex, and for me to be your boyfriend officially?β His thumbs rubbed circles into your hips as he asked.Β
Now your coochie was for sure in the mix, as much as you wanted to scream and claw at him like a feral animal, you kept it in.Β
βThat would be very nice yes! And yes I would love thatβ you decided to say instead.
His hands traveled from where they sat on your hips and landed under your thighs, picking you up and your legs clasping around his waist. And your hands made it to both sides of his his face bringing his lips to yours.Β
It felt like two years of sharing beds and dangerously domestic actions all culminating in this sloppy kiss. His teeth teased your bottom lip and took it with him gently when he pulled away and then released. Your chest heaving from the lack of air, and your face red from the situation you were inΒ
βMy room or yours.β
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Hello! here is the entry for Renjun, It's not one of my favorites but I liked the plot! lmk who you want next!
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Twst Dormleaders + Jamil Accidentally Call MC (Y/N) a Mudblood During an Argument
A/N: This is a Harry Potter AU. I would highly suggest reading the previous: βTwst boys and their Blood Statusβ, to really grasp the understanding of this concept because if you donβt you may or may not be confused. If you arenβt familiar with the term βMudbloodβ, itβs a very offensive word that pure-blood wizards and half blood wizards (ironically enough) use against muggleborns. The meaning is βdirty bloodβ. Now I know I said in the previous post that most of the boys would never discriminate against blood status, and thatβs true but sometimes people can say what they donβt mean, especially when theyβre angry. Now I might make a part 2 of this post as redemption headcanons on how they apologize, idk. Now just to clarify MC (y/n) is not dating them but the boys do have a secret crush on them and theyβre friends.
Riddle Rosehearts
You two were arguing about how you are apparently getting βlazyβ with your school work. But in your defense you werenβt being lazy because you had a lot on your plate, being prefect of Ramshackle and the βbeast tamerβ.
You two were in the Heartstabyl Lounge area studying because he wanted to help you
You kept picking up your phone every five minutes to answer texts from your friends or professors and Riddle was getting annoyed with you every passing minute.
βPrefect, donβt you know how rude it is to be on your phone when someone is speaking to you?β He says tapping his gloved fingers on the table with an annoyed expression.
βHm?β You say while scrolling and not making eye contact.
Riddle rolls his eyes. βYouβre supposed to be paying attention. Iβm helping you for a reason. On your last potions exam you received a 70%. Thatβs extremely disgraceful for not only just for a regular student, but also a prefect!β
You finally put your phone down and make eye contact with him. βWill you just relax? A 70% isnβt bad. Itβs still passing, and besides that topic was so hard to learn. Will you just cut me some slack?β
Riddle sees red when you say a mere 70% βisnβt badβ. He stands up and begins to raise his voice while making eye contact with you. βYou canβt be serious Y/n! Youβre supposed to be setting an example! Why are you even a prefect if you canβt even have the motivation to work hard and have perseverance! And besides the topic wasnβt even difficult, itβs just youβre not even trying!β
You get angry and stand up to meet his eye level. βNot trying? NOT TRYING? You have no idea what my life is like everyday! To have an idiot headmaster to make you do his job for him, solve problems that arenβt even your fault and stop overblots without dying! Of course you would be inconsiderate of my situation and scold me! Listen just because your mother was hard on you with your academics, doesnβt mean you have to act that way with me!β
Riddle loses it
βYOUβRE RIGHT, I WOULDNβT EXPECT A MUDBLOOD LIKE YOU TO UNDERSTAND THE IMPORTANCE OF SUCCEEDING IN COMPLEX WIZARD ACADEMICS!β
There was a pause
You stare at him for a long time without blinking
Riddle realizes what came out of his mouth, he knows that was he said was extremely below the belt. He clears his throat and averts his eyes.
Then his eyes widen with horror, a sight he was dreaded to see. Your eyes went red and glossy. Tears began to flow from your eyes.
βY/n I-.β He was cut off by you swiftly packing your things and hastily leaving the room.
Riddle quietly curses himself. How stupid can he be? He made people cry before. But heβd never thought in a million years that he would make the person he secretly loved cry. Especially usingβ¦.THAT word. He wants to make it up to you. But how?
Leona Kingscholar
You were angry at the fact that Crowley made it YOUR responsibility to make sure that Leona was going to class on time and participate in his studies.
Not only that, but you were angry at the fact that you barely got to spend time with him due to his excessive sleeping schedule. At first, you didnβt mind helping Leona get to class on time or that he likes to sleep. But after a while, it became a chore to βbabysitβ the lazy lion.
You were on your way to the botanical gardens, Leonaβs self claimed napping spot, to tell him he needs to be in class.
You found him
βLeona.β You gently shook him.
He shifts and turns to you with a half open glare.
He lightly growls. βGo away Herbivore. Canβt you see Iβm napping?β
You roll your eyes. βYes I can see that and you shouldnβt be. You are meant to be in class.β
He ignores you
You huff in frustration and gently kick his side. βUp. Now.β
Leona growls loudly this time and sits up.
βDonβt you have any idea of how much this situation affects me? What do you get out of sleeping all the time? I want to spend time with you and youβre not making any effort on your part.β You say while crossing your arms.
Leona rolls his eyes
βTsk. Youβre such a nuisance. Not everything is about you. Now run along and play with the other annoying first year brats.β He turns his head while shooing his hand dismissively.
Your eyes widen.
βAre you kidding me?! Do you know how much pressure Iβm in? You are so selfish! You act like youβre the king of everything and donβt even give a damn about things around you! Youβre being heartless!
βJust leave, youβre being an annoying mudblood but you donβt seem to be aware of that.β
βW-what?β¦.β You say quietly and shocked staring at him.
βI said leave!β He says shifting back into his previous sleeping position turning away from you.
You look down and tears make their way fast down your cheeks.
βF-fineβ¦Iβll go.β You say trying to sound like you werenβt crying but failed.
You turned on your heel and quickly made your way out of the botanical gardens without looking back.
When you left Leona instantly felt a weight on himβ¦.a feeling called guilt. He curses himself and shifts his laying position to him now laying on his back looking up. He couldnβt believe that he just disrespected the one he secretly fancied. He knows heβll get a scolding from Ruggie later.
Azul Ashengrotto
You and Azul were partnered for a potion project for Professor Crewelβs Alchemy class.
Many students didnβt like working with Azul due to his reputation, however, you were fine with working with him because you seen him from a different angle.
However with intelligence comes with a touch of arrogance.
Azul had a bad habit of being arrogant because of how intelligent he was. And just because you were friends with him, there was no exception.
You both were in one of the labs working on the potion
βStop. Stop. Stop. Youβre adding too much.β He says while blocking the top of the cauldron with his hands.
You look at him annoyed. Heβs been doing this for the past 15 minutes. You were confident that you were following the instructions carefully.
βNo Iβm not.β βYes you are.β βNo.β βYes.β
That went on for some time.
You were finally fed up
βWhy are you so obnoxious, Azul? Why do you think youβre superior to me?β Azul rubs his temple annoyed. βThatβs not the case. Iβm just simply correcting you of your mistakes. Thatβs all prefect.β He says through his teeth.
βI barely make mistakes! Iβm just as capable as you are when it comes to magic! Hell Iβm just as skilled as you are!β
Azul then chuckles lowly.
βWhy are you laughing?β You say with a hint of venom in your voice.
βPrefect, letβs not over-exaggerate and make unrealistic claims.β He says arrogantly as he mixes the potion.
βAnd what exactly are you implying?β He pauses and collects himself before he answers.
βLetβs just say you have a lot of room for improvement. Compared to you I am more gifted and boarder line perfect at my studies.β
You retaliated
βWell I can say the same for you.β He pauses and looks at you. βOh? Do tell?β
βWhile you have intelligence you sure lack at physical education. Not exactly what I would call βperfectβ. Azulβs eyebrow twitches when you mention the one subject in school he sucks at.
Physical education was a really touchy subject for Azul. He was constantly bullied because he was always in last place. He sucked at it when he was a kid, and he sucked at it now.
You smirk in satisfaction when you see his reaction and you continue to add ingredients to the cauldron.
βAt least Iβm not a headmasterβs lapdog!β He says in defense.
You stop what youβre doing and turn to him. βAt least Iβm not a scheming, lying sad excuse of a house warden who canβt let go of the past!β
βAT LEAST IβM NOT A FILTHY MUDBLOOD WHO DOESNβT BELONG HERE!β
You look at him with wide eyes.
Azul immediately realizes his mistake
βY/n please I-.β He tries to walk over to you but you walk away. He hears faint noises of whimpers and sniffles coming from you. It was clear that you were crying. He sighs angry at himself
βWhy did I do that?β¦.now theyβll never love me backβ¦.β
Kalim Al Asim
You two were hanging out in the Scarabia dorm lounge. Kalim had tea and snacks laid out and you both were talking for hours.
Kalim wanted to ask you questions about the world you came from
Some were easy to answer but some of them were on the touchy side. Such as βWhat were your parents like?β Or βWere you happy with your old self before you came here?β Etc.
You were slightly annoyed but didnβt say anything
Then suddenly Kalim asks
βDo you know why the mirror chose you? I mean after all your boarder line just a regular human with the exception of a little bit magical ancestry.β
This question made you set your teacup down. You didnβt know why. So many people asked you this question. You didnβt know why you were randomly taken away from a world you were content in. The more you thought about it, the less special you thought you were.
βI-I donβt know Kalim, can you please not ask me that again?β
Kalim looks at you surprised
βBut why? Itβs just a simple question.β
βNo itβs not, just drop it okay?β You say averting your eyes
βOh I shouldβve knownβ¦.mudbloodβs tend to be really sensitive about their feelings.β
Now itβs to be mentioned that Kalim didnβt know what the word βmudbloodβ actually meant. All he knew was it was a term used to address muggle-borns. In fact he thought it was a new use of slang because he over heard some other pure-blood wizards use that term in class. He didnβt know that it would offend you.
You freeze and slowly meet his gaze
Kalim looks at you. βWhat?β
βDonβt you EVER call me that again!β And with that, you get up and angrily march your way out of the lounge passing Jamil on your way out.
Kalim looks at Jamil shocked. βDid I say something wrong?β
Jamil shakes his head disapprovingly while rubbing his temple and mumbles, βWhy are you such an idiot?β
Jamil Viper
You wanted Jamil to take a break. Thatβs all you wanted.
He was over-working himself because he felt obligated to. Even Kalim told him to take a break. But he simply wouldnβt accept it.
He wasnβt answering your texts and even calls, so you made your way to Scarabia
You searched for him everywhere until you caught sight of him making his way to his bedroom.
βJamil!β I speed walked up to him and he meets your gaze with a tired and bored expression.
He exhales sharply. βWhat do you want Prefect. Iβm quite busy.β
βThatβs exactly why I need to talk to you. Why are you making yourself busy all the time? You havenβt been answering your phone.β
He rubs his temple annoyed. βAnd here I thought you needed something importantβ¦β¦if you came here to waste my time, leave. I have no time for nonsense.β
He turns to enter his room but you grab his arm to stop him. βWhy are you being like this. I just want to help-β
βWell you arenβt! So stop trying and leave! I donβt know why you would care about a servant like me!β
You were taken aback by his harsh response
βIs this what this is about?! I donβt care about your status!β You say. βI just want to spend time with you thatβs all! You donβt have to be at Kalimβs side for every little thing!β
βWHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT MY SITUATION AND HARD WORK, YOUβRE NOTHING BUT A MUDBLOOD!β
Pause
You let go of his arm and take a few steps back
βWait hold on I-.β Jamil tries to say, but you left teary eyed.
Jamil curses under his breath and goes into his room. His sits down on his bed and reflects on what just happened while putting his hands through his hair.
βNow theyβll definitely choose Kalim over me nowβ¦β
Vil Schoenheit
βHonestly Prefect, do you always leave looking like this?β
Vil has been scolding you for the past ten minutes because of the state of your messy attire.
You were rolling your eyes because of how dramatic he was being. After all, it was just your tie being undone and there were just a few strands of hair out of place.
βStop being over-dramatic, Vil. Itβs not a big deal.β
His eyes widen in disbelief. βIt is VERY much a big deal. If youβre going to be a Prefect, you need to look your best. Your academics not only reflect your dorm and school but also how well kept you keep yourself!β
He begins to fix your hair and tie but you were being uncooperative and moved a lot.
βStop moving!β βGet your hands off me!β
He stops and looks at you. βSo you would rather look like a filthy potato and have me just leave you like this?β
βI want you stop acting like youβre my mother!β You say defensively.
βWell if you dressed yourself properly, I wouldnβt have to!β He retaliates.
βDo you take pride in being a stuck up person?!β You yell back.
βAnd do YOU take pride in being an unfashionable mudblood?β He says calmly while glaring down at you.
You look at him shocked with wide eyes
His glare softens and he clears his throat realizing his rude mistake.
βPrefectβ¦.listenβ¦β Before he could finish you take off.
Rook , who was listening to the whole conversation, of course, seen you leaving and went up to Vil.
βThat was a very unbeautiful thing to say, Roi de Poison. You have to apologize.β
Vil exhales sharply, βI knowβ¦.i just wanted to helpβ¦I just wanted to show them how beautiful they are. But they wonβt let meβ¦β
Rook sighs, βBy calling them the forbidden word?β
Vilβs gaze is down
βAt this rateβ¦.theyβll never give me a chanceβ¦I have to make it up to them.β
Idia Shroud
You wanted him to leave his room. It was a very unhealthy life style in your opinion.
You guys always spent time in his room all because he didnβt want to leave due to his anti-social lifestyle.
Well this time, you wanted to change things a bit
You went to Ignihyde dorm, and you made your way to his room. You knocked on the door and he answered it.
βH-Hey Prefect.β
βWhy donβt we hang out outside today. Itβs a great cloudy day out.β
He pauses before he answers
βW-why?β
βWell, itβs different and you could get out more- βNo.β He cuts you off.
βNo? But why?β
He rolls his eyes. βIn case you hadnβt noticed Prefect, I donβt do well withβ¦.outside.β
You cross your arms. βWell it wouldnβt hurt to try. Come on.β You take his arm and lead him outside despite his protests.
You both make your way outside of the dorm and go into the main court yard of the school.
βSee? Isnβt this better?β You say with a smile.
He shakes his head slowly while looking at the ground.
You both go sit down on a bench and begin talking.
βHey Prefect!β You look up and see Ace and Deuce. βHey!β You smile and wave them over.
Idia rolls his eyes in annoyance. He hated interacting with other people, not only that, he was annoyed at the fact that Ace and Deuce always was interrupting your guysβs hang out time. Whether if it was showing up in person or texting. He was always jealous of them. Couldnβt they go one day without talking to you?
βSo whatcha guys doing?β Asked Ace.
βWell we are just sitting here and talking.β You replied with a smile. βMay we join you?β Deuce asked.
βSur- βNo.β Idia interrupts you. You look at him confused. βHuh?β Ace says. Deuce speaks up. βSo is that a yes or- βItβs a no.β Idia says passive aggressively.
Ace and Deuce look at you confused. βWellβ¦okayβ¦see you later y/n.β Ace says awkwardly and leaves with Deuce. After they leave, you turn to Idia and glare.
βWhat the hell was that? Why did you do that?β
βWhy do YOU feel the need to be at their aid every moment of every day?β He replies hostile.
βWhatβs your problem? Are you still mad at the fact that I made you come outside?β βNoβ¦.its not that!β βThen what is it?! Youβre being extremely weird.β βAnd youβre being an inconsiderate mudblood!β
βNo YOUβRE the one whoβs-β¦.waitβ¦what?β
He pauses and averts his eye realizing what he said. βUmβ¦β
Your blood boils as you stand up. βFine, you can go back to your room. Iβm sorry that a mudblood like me wasted your time.β You hastily leaves the area.
βWait hold on-.β He was left with his own thoughts. ββ¦β¦Ortho is not gonna like this.β He says quietly to himself.
Malleus Draconia
Malleus wanted to spend time with you so badly. However, your rigorous schedule wouldnβt allow it.
He would always try to make plans with you, like getting ice cream together, going on nightly walks, or even studying; but you always politely declined
The more times you canceled, the more annoyed and angry Malleus got.
Well he had enough and decided to confront you late at night. He got Silver to tell you to meet him at the court yard.
Once you got there, you were met with a very angry dragon fae.
βOh Tsunotaro, did you need something?β
βIβm not liking the fact that youβre being so casual about this, Child of Man.β
You look at him confused, you genuinely didnβt know what he was talking about, you were completely oblivious towards his words.
βHave I done something wrong?β
He exhales so sharply in frustration that you couldβve sworn you seen smoke coming out of him. You know that heβs extremely upset.
βYou always decline my plans with you. And yet you have the audacity to be so naive about it. Not to mention, I see you around those first years, you claim that youβre βbusyβ but youβre spending time with themβ¦.β He glares at you with his arms crossed. Then it finally hit you, was he jealous?
βTsunotaro, listen-.β
βNo, I believe that it is YOU who will listen, Child of Man. I go out of my way to make some time with you and this is how you repay me?β
You get defensive. βYOU have to make time??? I have to make time for so much! You have no idea what my life is like! Iβm sorry that youβre so clingy to understand, but I have a life too. And besides I wouldnβt exactly call my time with Ace and Deuce βhanging outβ, I would call it βbabysittingβ, because thatβs exactly what I do everyday! Babysit! So Iβm sorry if youβre so clingy and needy to the point where you canβt understand that I canβt babysit and entertain you too!β
He takes great offense to your words. Is that really what you see him as? A somebody to entertain for a while and drop them whenever you felt like it?
He glares at you. βPerhaps Sebek was correctβ¦.all of you mudbloods are the same.β He says lowly enough for you to hear him.
Your glare disappears and you stare at him in shock. βW-what?β¦β
He averts his eyes in shame when he sees your reaction. The idea sounded better in his head than out loud. He just wanted to hurt your feelings so that you could feel what he felt when you ditched him all those timesβ¦.he was so tired of being alone.
βF-fine thenβ¦.β You say teary eyed. βI shouldβve known a pure-blood wizard like you wouldnβt be caught dead with the likes of me.β
βChild of manβ¦.wait-.β You ran off back to your own dorm. Leaving him there.
He gazes down at the ground. βWhat have I doneβ¦..theyβll never love meβ¦.β
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Silent Cosmos (Edward Cullen) (Ch. 2)
Pairing: Edward Cullen x GN! Mute!Reader
Words: 4.0k+
Warning(s):Β Intense car accident scene (its a nightmare/memories. involves blood, gore/body horror), mentions of minor character death/parents dying, swearing, anxiety/stage fright, bullying at Forks mentioned but no scenes depicting it, edward watches MC sleep lmao
A/N: Here is chapter two! I really like this one personally. There is a lot of just narrative, but a good amount of dialogue too. I enjoyed writing the Edward and MC scenes :^) I hope you guys like it too. Taglist is at the bottom.
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"Bright Star, while thou thy lonely way
Pursu'st in yon expanse of blue,
Thy gem-like form and steady ray
Attract the heedless peasant's view...
...And fancy whispers in mine ear,
That those who once were here beloved,
To friendship and affection dear,
Now from this fleeting scene removed,
Repose, bright star, in thy ethereal sphere."
-- William B. Tappan, "To the North Star"
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You sigh as you look at several outfits you laid out on your bed. It was Saturday and you spent much of your time getting the last few things unpacked before tonight. The former captain, the firefighters, and the sheriff decided to throw a party at the station for your uncle. Being his immediate family, you had to attend. Your eyes lingered on an outfit that would look nice but would also be comfortable and casual.
As you started getting ready, you began recalling the week you had at your new school. Like Emmett promised, he looked out for you in gym. Apparently, some of the students thought it would be funny to try and target the new kid in the various games the teacher had the class do. Emmett stayed by your side, helping catch dodgeballs or watching your back for 'stray' balls from volleyball. He was easy to get along with. You appreciated that he was more laid back and seemed to always have a smile on his face.
You met Jasper in history. You sat next to him with Alice on his other side. He was tense and looked like he was in pain. You wanted to express concern for him, but recognized through your own experiences dealing with chronic pain from your accident that it can be annoying to have people ask if you're alright. So, you gave him a smile and as the week came on you two were friendly. Alice helped with that of course.
Alice was already treating you as if you both had known each other for years. It was overwhelming at first, but you found that her bright smile and eagerness to talk with you endearing. She has already offered to take out for a shopping and lunch day several times, which you may take her up on next weekend if she were to ask again. You appreciated her friendliness.
You met Rosalie during lunch and met her a second time by your locker; hers and Emmett's were next to yours. Edward had managed to convince you to sit with them the next day after your first. She absolutely, drop dead gorgeous and you couldn't help but stare. You remembered the tense glare she gave you when you sat with them and you almost wanted to bolt out of the cafeteria. Her face softened though when Emmett whispered something in her ear and place a quick peck on her cheek. Still, she almost kept her distance from you and made very minimal steps in engaging in conversation.
The Cullen children were nice. You would be a fool if you couldn't tell there was something amiss with them. They all had matching eyes gold eyes though you noticed by the end of Thursday a few of them had nearly pitch black eyes. There were also times when Alice would stare off to space or Edward would laugh under his breath at nothing. You remember one day you brushed your hand against Edward's as you both reached for his fallen pencil, and you noticed how cold his skin was.
But, despite the discrepancies you've picked up, you liked them. They actually sought to engage in conversation with you since they could under stand sign. Their eyes never lingered or blatantly stared at the raised scars on your neck, not even when you first met them.
That's not to say everyone else ignored you. You had some students talk to you with the help of Edward or any of the other Cullens that lingered around you, but, you could tell quite a few were hesitant in speaking with you. You could feel their curious eyes stay on your neck until yours met theirs. You were used to that from your old school, though at least most of the people here were polite.
There have been a few mean comments and some weird rumors spread about you already. Most of them revolved around you being with Edward for most of the school day. You only heard their directed comments towards you in the morning before first period, when you weren't with a Cullen. You paid it no attention. Some remarks hurt, but as long as they didn't outright say it to your face or harm you, you let their remarks roll off your back.
You applied finishing touches to your look for tonight's party as you concluded your recount of your week at Forks High. You looked in your full body mirror, smoothing our creases in the fabric before approving of what you picked out for yourself. You wondered how the party was going to go. Your uncle, Robert, and your aunt, Phoebe, were bound to go off and converse with others.
Were you to just follow them around or would you stay in a corner until the night was over?
You close your eyes and sigh deeply.
You heard your aunt call your name downstairs.
"It's almost time to go, honey!" She yelled. You open your eyes and give yourself one last glance over in the mirror. You put on a tense smile before leaving your room, heading downstairs.
"You look great." Phoebe smiled, bringing you into a tight hug. You look at her and gave her a thumbs up. She looked good too, her dress fitting her nicely and her makeup was minimal but still beautiful.
When you first started living with her and your uncle it was almost too much. Phoebe looked so much like your mother, her sister. It took a few months to not see your mother in her, but thankfully your brain, despite the trauma you experienced, started registering her as Phoebe. You two have been close since.
"You look good too. That dress is always a good choice." You sign, smiling at her.
"I'm glad you told me to hold onto it. I can't believe I considered getting rid of it when we packed." She laughed and did a small twirl.
You heard a wolf whistle and look over to the stairs at your uncle, who had a cheeky grin as he stared at his wife.
"You look stunning." He winked to your aunt. He then looked at you with a smile. "You look great too. I like what you did with your hair."
"Wow, you actually know how to dress up, Rob." You chuckle, teasing him. Robert was a big believer in comfort and practicality over looking nice so it was rare to see him in something stylish like this.
"Oh ha ha." He said dryly but kept a smile. He glanced down at his watch and his eyes widened. "Shoot, we got to get going. I don't want to be late to a party thrown for me."
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There were a lot more people at the fire station than you were anticipating. You expected the crew and their families and the sheriff maybe, but this was a lot more than that. Forks is a small place, maybe this was a rare event here. Regardless, you were glad to see many welcome your uncle to Forks and to the station.
It had been about fifteen minutes since you and your family arrived. You had met all the other firefighters and their families; met Sheriff Charlie Swan and his daughter Bella, who you recognized from your history class; and met various of other Forks citizens who came to meet the new captain. A few familiar faces from school floated around at the station too, though you only met three that were children to the other firefighters.
You glance to the large clock on the wall and glanced to your uncle, who was with the former captain. They were getting ready to go to where a microphone was placed in the station for a welcoming speech in about 10 minutes. You were standing idly by you aunt as she conversed with a few of the wives of other firefighters. Even if you could comfortably speak, you wouldn't know what to even talk about with these women. Your aunt discussed her career as a nurse while the others talked about their jobs.
You heard your name being said behind you by an all too familiar voice. Your face brightened with a small smile when you saw Edward. Next to him was a man and woman you've never seen but could tell they were also Cullens by their golden eyes.
"I didn't expect you here." You walked up to him, then glanced at the two with him.
"My father is the chief physician in Forks so he was invited." Edward gestured to the blond man.
"Hello, I'm Carlise." He offered his hand.
"And I am Esme, Edward's mother." She also offered her hand. You shook both, noting how cold their skin was. "Alice is around here somewhere, probably talking with Bella."
"Nice to meet you both."
"It's nice to meet you too, Edward here has talked a lot about you." Esme grinned, a teasing look in her eyes. You saw Edward give her a embarrassed look which made you silently laugh.
"Ah, the man of the hour." Carlisle grinned and step forwards. You jump a little when you see your uncle's arm from your side. You didn't even hear him approach with your aunt in tow.
"You must be Dr. Cullen." Your uncle grinned. Immediately your aunt and uncle and Edward's parents fell into an easy conversation, leaving just you and Edward.
"Are you having fun?" The bronze haired male asked.
"It is nice. I've mostly been following them around." You gesture to your guardians. "I am curious about the refreshment table though, so I may head over there."
"Would you mind some company?" Edward tilted his head slightly, his lips upturned into a small smile. You give him a nod and start making your way over to the food, he followed close behind.
One thing you picked up is the Cullens drew attention no matter what. You can see people's eyes linger on you and Edward. You noticed their stares when you met his parents. And if you could find Alice, you were sure people's gazes would linger. You got used to it in school, but it seemed more awkward when it appeared many people outside of Forks High had their focus on them.
"Everything alright?" Edward's voice was soft as he spoke.
"Yep." You give him a tense smile as you reached the table, looking over the contents.
'I just wish people here didn't have staring problems. Who cares if they look good?' You thought as you grabbed a small plate and started picking up things you liked. You swore you heard Edward chuckle next to you. You look back to him and gesture to the spread as if you were asking if he was going to eat.
He held up a hand and shook his head. "We ate before we came here."
You nodded and quickly ate what you picked out.
Right as you finished your last bite, you heard tapping through the speaker. Looking over to where they set up a microphone you saw your uncle and the former captain of the station. You throw away your plate and keep your spot next to Edward.
"Thank you everyone for coming!" Theodore, the former captain, greeted. Everyone clapped and a few people let out loud 'whoops.' "We are here today to welcome Robert Kennard to the station, our new fire captain."
Your uncle waved and smiled.
"Forks welcomes you warmly, despite the constant cold weather." Many in the crowd softly chuckles at Theodore's words. "And I can speak for the crew in that everyone looks forward to working with you." The former captain steps back from the microphone, letting your uncle step up.
"Hello! Thank you guys for putting this on." He laughed and raised a glass of what you assumed was champagne. "I was concerned at first. When I got offered the position while I was still down in California, I was worried about moving my family up here... starting a new life. However, their support has been unwavering and here we are now."
You heard him call your aunt's name and your name. You froze.
You could see your aunt make her way up to him but you were hesitant. It wasn't that you didn't want to support him, but you weren't sure why a sudden rush of anxiety hit you. You take a step forward but pause.
"Are you alright?" Edward asked softly, his thick brows furrowed as he leaned forward, maintaining eye contact.
You purse your lips and give him a subtle shake of your head. You saw him look confused for a split moment before his facial expression went back to concerned.
"Would you like me to walk forward with you?" You nod at his suggested. He nodded slowly with a small smile and placed a hand between your shoulder blades. Gently, he pushed you forward and guided you to the front. His form stayed next to yours as you moved through the people to get to the front of the small crowd.
When you got close enough to your uncle, you felt Edward's hand leave your back as you kept walking forward. You glance back over your shoulder and saw him waiting at the front, his golden honey eyes never left your form. You flanked your uncle on his right while Phoebe stood at his left.
"To my lovely wife Phoebe, thank you for encouraging me to take this step in my career. Your support has me falling in love with you every second." He leaned in and kissed her cheek. People in the crowd aww'd. "And to you," He looked to you with a smile full of fondness. "Your support towards mine and your aunt's careers has been so appreciative. Raising you as if you were my own has been such a treasure, thank you." He then hugged you tightly before turning to the crowd. "Thank you guys for having us here."
The people attending clapped and cheered. You smiled at how warm the welcoming was, though that feeling of anxiety still lingered. The three of you stepped away from the microphone as the former captain came up to give a final few words. You glanced around for either Edward or Alice, but saw them both in conversation with Carlisle and Esme.
You take a deep breath and excuse yourself from your family. You weave through bodies and made your way outside. The cold air immediately nipped at your face as you wrapped your arms around yourself. You walk over and lean against your uncles pick-up truck.
You look up to the night sky and smile. It seems like the constant cloud cover pulled back enough for you to see the stars and moon. You felt giddy at just how bright the stars looked. You felt at ease now. You felt comforted under the night sky.
'Ah Polaris, my old friend.' You sigh contently when you found that bright star shining brightly in the inky black sky.
"Are you okay?" Edward's voice startled you. You jumped a bit and looked back at him with wide eyes, your heart felt like it was racing wildly in your chest. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
"No worries, I assumed nobody would come outside." You offer a friendly smile, keeping your eyes on him as you felt yourself begin to ease.
"Parties aren't... my thing." He joined you, leaning against the truck. "Carlisle asked me to come along."
"I'm not big on parties like this either. I like smaller get togethers."
There was a brief moment of silence before he spoke again, repeating his previous question. "Are you okay?"
You exhale, your breath visible in the air. Β "Yes. Just felt overwhelmed and wanted space."
"Ah. I can leave then."
"You can stay. I know you after all."
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Edward smiled sincerely when you told him he could stay. Even though Alice and Esme did point out you left out and made comments for him to follow you, he chose to join you on his own. He wanted a moment of peace away from the other humans... and he wanted to explore your mind more.
He tried peering into your thoughts again as a comfortable silence washed over the both of you. Ever since you sat next to him on your first day at Forks High, he attempt to discern your mind. He was still confused at the presence of such a detailed cosmos that lies in your thoughts and how it wasn't always there.
Edward noticed he could always hear your thoughts when you communicated with him or others. However, outside of that he never was sure if he would be hearing your voice or viewing that space. He picked up you weren't aware of this. Nothing you ever did or said gave him any reason to suspect you were purposely putting up this galaxy to block him out. He also kept track at how the galaxy would coincide with your emotions. When you were stressed about going up to your uncle earlier, he could almost feel heat against his mind. He could see how bright the sun residing in the middle had gotten until he was pushed out, which was another thing he noticed.
It was like the galaxy was trying to keep him at arms length from you; always forcing him away from peering too deep into your mind.
Edward shifted his eyes to looking at the sky like you were doing, but his focus was purely on your thoughts. He saw the familiar galaxy once again and this time, it was the most serene he has ever seen it. The sun at the center, still bright, was calm. He didn't feel heat pushing him out. He just saw stars, planets, and various colors around. It was peaceful. Compared to the many thoughts from the party goers back in the fire station, this was nice.
Edward felt welcomed in this vast cosmos.
The scene melted away rather than push him out, causing him to look at you. You were now staring at him with an unreadable gaze.
"Do you know any constellations?" You asked him. It didn't take reading your thoughts to know how excited you were at the prospect of discussing this with him.
"No, I don't." He lied. In the 1970s he spent some time studying the stars. "But I take it you do? Can you tell me?"
"Sure!" He could barely contain the large grin threatening to form on his face at how excited you were.
He could hear your thoughts in tandem as you signed. You would tell him the constellation name and then point it out in the sky. You'd lean close to him, your arm barely brushing against his, as the the other raised up to the sky. He'd subconsciously lean in as well, easily finding said constellation on his own but he let you help him 'find' it. You hadn't mentioned to him before how much you adored stars, but it came to no surprise to him after seeing what goes on in your mind.
Showing him constellations came to an end when neither could see more through the lingering clouds. That didn't stop you from pointing out the brightest star in the black sky.
"The North Star represents guidance and direction." You explained to him. "For hundreds of years, it provided guidance to anyone who needed it in many ways."
'It helped after the accident.' Edward heard from your thoughts. It had him curious and he tried delving more but all he saw was space and felt heat keeping him at bay.
"You must really like stars." He smiled gently.
"Yes, I've been drawn to them since I was young. My dad was into anything space related, so I guess that's were it came from." You smiled, though the vampire could see a certain sadness lingering in your eyes. He then saw you shiver and immediately started shrugging off the coat he wore. "Wait, you'll get cold, Edward."
"Don't worry about me. I will be fine." He spoke softly, his lips upturned. He placed the coat over your shoulders and you gingerly slip your arms into the sleeves.
Confusion briefly flashed on your face. 'I expected some warmth. Ah well, this is still nice.'
Edward had to contain his chuckle at the thought that slipped through.
"Do you still want to stay out here for a few more minutes?" He asked.
"Yes, just a few more minutes."
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It was near midnight when Edward slowly opened your bedroom window. He felt some guilt as he waited for you to finally fall asleep, but his interest in your mind hand him wondering what he would see when you were unconscious. Would that galaxy appear to him when you were asleep, or would he have full access to your dreams?
He easily slipped into your room, leaving the window open. His eyes scanned around at the various posters you had placed on the walls and the decorations lying around. He saw one half unpacked box in the corner then shifted his gaze to you, tucked under your covers in a deep slumber. There were a few plushies in bed with you and he couldn't contain a small smile when he saw one on the floor. Carefully and silently, he walked over and crouched down. He picked up the stuffed cat and leaned over, setting it aside next to the others. He found himself back near the window and zeroed in on your mind.
He saw a grassy field and a woman sitting on a blanket. He heard high pitched giggles from who he assumed was you as you ran around. It was clear he was seeing your memories. You were running, squealing, and giggling in what Edward could make out as a park. You glanced behind yourself as you ran and could see a man chase after you. He could make out the similarities in his face with your current face. Suddenly, you tumbled and hit the ground with an 'oof.' Your father immediately helped you up and sat you on his knee.
"Aww, poor baby. Are you okay?" He cooed.
"Yeah! My leg hurts, but I'm fine!" You giggled. Your father held your leg and your focus was now on your bloody knee.
"Hmm, you must of snagged it on a rock. Lets get you back to momma, my little nova." You were lifted up and Edward watched through your memories as you were brought to your mother on a picnic blanket.
Suddenly, he thrown into a new memory. He suddenly felt dread in his being.
It was dark.
He could hear what sounded like a car blinker non-stop clicking. You groggily blink and Edward started making out that you were upside down. He heard gargling and pained noises come from you. Your eyes barely focused but he started making out you were upside down in a car at night. He can see bright lights from the front and shards of glass. Then he sees all the blood and what looked like a severed arm on the ground. It was attatched to a feminine hand with a gold band on the ring finger.
"Sweetie? Oh God..." He sounded in pain and like he was crying. Edward then heard your name from your father. "Nova please answer me. Fuck, please."
You responded, but it wasn't a word. It sounded like you tried to say daddy, but it came our jumbled and wet.
"Nova-!"
Suddenly, all Edward could hear was a high pitched noise. It was the same he heard when Alice replayed her vision to him. A blinding light filled the car.
Then, it was that same galaxy. However, it was turbulent. He could see planets shake and stars dim. A sun, larger than ever glowed brightly before an eruption from the Sun's atmosphere blasts out and hits hum with intense heat. He stumbles back as his vision is back in your room, right as you woke up gasping for air.
Without you catching him, he was out of your room and in the forest. His eyes were blown wide and if he had to breath, he knew the wind would of been knocked out of him at all he viewed. He felt the sting of venom-tears fill his eyes.
"Fuck..." He muttered and sat down on the forest floor. His fingers carded his hair before he clutched tuffs.
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Would you write for the M6 with an MC who's touch-starved and craves affection? Thanks in advance!
The Arcana HCs: M6 with a touch/affection-starved MC
Sequel is here! M6 with an MC who's been bottling up their affectionate tendencies
~ honestly I don't know why I didn't think of writing this one sooner, these kinds of headcanons are always my favorite to read and now I get to write some! many thanks @lemon-len ^.^ ~
Julian
If you think he didn't notice the way you melted into his touch when he healed you of that vampire eel bite that first night, you are wrong
He totally noticed
Most of it he chalked up to chemistry, but it definitely piqued his interest
He's also a champion at writing off his own impact on people, so the whole time you're unraveling the mysteries of the Red Plague and stealing moments with each other he's assuming it's the adrenaline high
It doesn't become apparent to him until after, when he's checking over all the bumps and bruises you've accrued, that he sees the way you lean into his touch
He's told you he loves you, and he knows you love him too, so he doesn't have to be hesitant (though really, when was he ever?)
Now he's folding you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you as snugly as he can and tucking your head under his chin
You're all surprised and tensed up at first, until he presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head and you melt
He can feel the tension draining out of you and the way your fingers are tying themselves into the back of his shirt, and how you're burrowing into his chest
He's always been "too much" in his relationships as to how much physical touch he likes to initiate, but now he's found someone who wants what he has to offer and it's the person he's promised his life to
You can fully expect him to make you a solemn vow to never let you go uncuddled again
If you thought he was already generous with the PDA, it's about to get waaay worse
Asra
In case it's not obvious, their love language is touch
One of the hardest parts of hiding his affection for you those three years was not letting himself touch you
They already knew it was something you craved, it was obvious when they were your caretaker
But the first time he pulled you into a pillow pile with him to snuggle the familiarity of it rocketed you into inhuman levels of pain, and he wasn't going to risk that again
Once it became clear that you had grown enough to learn about the past and accept their affections, it was on
You have five minutes? cuddle time
There's a seat next to you? He's sliding into it and falling into your lap
You're walking by while he's sitting down? They're pulling you into their lap
You're getting ready for the day? He's doing your hair
You're having a conversation with someone that they're not a part of? They're standing behind you with their arms around your waist and their head on your shoulder, letting you take their weight
He has been known to fall asleep on you in public like this, most notably in the town square during a royal proclamation
If you're each doing your own unrelated tasks, they're either sitting beside you with your knees touching or behind you so you can be their backrest
He also knows how people tend to associate the feeling of different clothing articles with the people who wear them
So anytime they leave the shop while you're asleep you can expect to wake up wrapped in one of their shawls
He fully expects you to let him take your clothes with him on long journeys too, which is fine for the most part except for when it's one of your favorite pieces (you still want to wear that!)
Nadia
Her favorite way to love people is to provide for them
It demonstrates her commitment to being an important pillar in your life for you to lean on
Which is why she is completely tuned in to picking up on any of your needs, so she can satisfy them
So she figures out early on that physical contact is a desired and effective method of showing affection to you, but she can't figure out why you never ask for it
She guesses this could make a fun game, so she tries holding back a little and waiting for you to initiate
And then she watches you slowly withdrawing for a whole day, the confidence you always show in her is wavering slightly, and by the time dinner rolls around you're picking at your food with a face full of hurt and confusion, but you haven't said anything!
That's when it clicks for her that there could be another layer to this
Maybe one of the reasons you cherish affection so deeply is because you know what it's like to live without it
Now she's bodily lifting you out of your chair and dragging you to a more secluded spot to make up for her mistake
She feels awful, she should have known not to trifle with depriving you of something that obviously meant so much to you
She has you reclining in her lap, insisting on feeding you your dinner and apologizing for making you worry
Words are very important to her though, so she's going to ask as many questions as you're comfortable with answering about why you don't ask for affection and how to help you get there with her
Now she checks in with you every day by taking both your hands in hers and not letting you go until you've requested some gesture of affection from her
Muriel
He is so generally touch-averse that it took a long time for him to feel comfortable with giving or receiving any kind of physical affection
This didn't bother you too much until your trip south into the tundra
Because it was so cold down there you were incapable of keeping yourself warm at night, and needed to share a blanket and sleeping space with him
Oh my, that did things for your heart
Every night for several weeks you got to finish a day of uncertainty and training and exhaustion by sliding your back right up against his and melting in the waves of body heat he produces
It got easier as he relaxed around you, sometimes you'd wake up to his arm slung around you in his sleep and then you'd happily suffer through Morga's unimpressed stare as you savored the moment
But he was still so self-conscious of how big and intimidating he was, and you were still too hesitant to initiate contact whenever you wanted it, so things stalled for a bit there
You also have to be careful navigating his own relationship with his body
He's got so much trauma from the physical pain he was put through and the deprivation he endured that he's still learning how to taste the food he eats
Eventually you're able to ask him why he doesn't want to touch you, to which he responds that he's not used to touching someone without hurting them or them being afraid of him
It's progressing slowly, but now you have permission to initiate or invite cuddles, and it's changing the world for him bit by bit, because you're showing him that his touch can be a good and precious thing
Portia
She notices how much you love it when she touches you, but she doesn't really get why it's such a big deal at first
She grew up with a sibling and a grandmother and a town of friends and she does manual work elbow-to-elbow with a multitude of palace servants, touch is normal
Until she's sneaking another chapter of a favorite novel and encounters a character for whom touch is not normal
And now she's drawing connections between you and the character, is this why you relax as soon as she puts her hands on your face or your whole body sags when she hugs you?
She can't imagine a life without hugs and tussles and elbows to the ribs and tripping over other people's toes
As soon as you're both back in the cottage that evening she's pulling you onto the couch with her for cuddles
She's telling you all about the book character and listing all the ways you're similar to them, how you don't touch people often but you melt as soon as somebody does, how the character was that way because they weren't used to being touched
Was it the same way for you? Who gives you hugs? How many hugs did you normally get? Did you also get locked in a tower and use glass slippers to climb a beanstalk out?
You're surprised by the onslaught of questions, but her tone is purely curious and slightly concerned, without an ounce of judgment
Once you tell her more about why you crave affection so much she's determined to give you as much as you can handle
This is her partner in crime, her ride or die, you have always had her back and she is going to watch yours
Besides, she thinks you're the most attractive human to walk the planet, who wouldn't want to cuddle you for hours?
Lucio
He clued in faster than you expected him to
He's not very emotionally intelligent, but he is physically intelligent
He grew up in a warring tribe and spent his youth as a mercenary, interpreting people's body language for strengths and weaknesses is second nature
So here you are, dragging him through mystical realms he's completely vulnerable in, and he's watching you like a hawk
And he picks up on it quickly, any time you two make casual physical contact your guard slips a little
At first he's thinking of ways to use it against you, but your charm gets through to him fairly quickly and he never acts on it
It's the night you spend in the labyrinth that settles his doubts for him
You're stumbling every few steps but you're too hyped up to rest, until he sits next to you and pulls you into his side
He watches the way you tense and then completely relax, falling asleep on his shoulder while he's still holding an open weapon in one fist
He's briefly wondering if he'll have to make a habit of this, pausing everything to guard you so you can sleep
And then he's getting an emotional punch to the gut by feeling just how much trust it takes for someone like you to fall asleep on someone like him
He can't remember the last time somebody trusted him at all, much less this completely
By the time your eyes are fluttering open he's decided he'll be willing to keep watch while you sleep as often as you want him to
He's not shy about showing affection at all, so once you two save the world and start your new life together you can expect to receive some kind of physical affection several times a day
(an extra note from brainrot - this prompt has me inspired for a second one, which would be the M6 with an MC who has a lot of affection to give, but has been bottling it up and is just now getting to share it with someone who wants/appreciates it. Would anyone like to see that?)
#ask arcana brainrot#the arcana headcanons#the arcana hc#the arcana#asra the arcana#julian the arcana#nadia the arcana#muriel the arcana#portia the arcana#lucio the arcana#the arcana shitpost#the arcana game#asra alnazar#julian devorak#nadia satrinava#muriel of the kokhuri#portia devorak#lucio morgasson
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