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thealtoduck · 3 years

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Your Lois Lane’s son and you become a Star Sapphire because you have crush on Kyle Rayner…

Kyle Rayner x Male Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: You have a crush on your bff Kyle, so the Star Sapphires decide to weaponize it to help get rid off their enemies.

(A/N 1: I’m gonna slightly base this of Superman the animated series, because then Kyle works at the daily planet and that makes everything easier for me.)

(A/N 2: Star Sapphire/Carol Ferris is also one of my underrated faves.)

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You opened your eyes that morning expecting to follow your usual daily routine, eat breakfast, go to work, work, eat lunch, get back to work, go home, have dinner with the family and go to bed.

But little did you know that all that would be thrown out the window after the first step.

You went into the kitchen where your mother was cooking breakfast and she handed you a plate off eggs, toast and bacon. You thanked her and walked towards the table where your step-father Clark and your little brother Jon were sitting and eating.

You ruffled Jon’s hair as you walked past him and sat down next to him. You saw that he was eating his food as if he were wild animal. ”Jon, calm down you’re not a savage” you commented and Jon calmed his eating a little bit.

After you finished your breakfast you went into your room to get dressed for work. While you were there your mother, Clark and Jon left, since they needed to drive Jon to school before they went to work.

When you left your room you saw that your mom and Clark had forgotten their bagged lunch so you picked them up and decided to stop at the daily planet on your way to work.

You left the apartment building and got in to your car and started your drive towards the daily planet.

You stopped outside the tall building, got out of your car and walked inside. You found an elevator and stepped inside and you pushed the button that would take you to your mother’s floor.

But you heard someone yelling ”Hold the elevator”, so you pushed the button to open the door again and then Kyle Rayner aka your bff aka the man you were head over heels in love with, came running so fast that he hit the elevator wall.

”What did i tell you about running in to walls, Kyle?” You asked cheekily.

”Don’t do it” he answered while holding his forehead.

”But did you listen to me? No” you said.

”Whatever… By the way are you going to Jane’s party with anyone?” He asked.

”No, not really, are you?” You asked in return.

”Yeah, i’m going with you” Kyle joked making you roll your eyes. ”Who knows the night might end in some pAssIOnaTE making out?” Kyle continued.

He didn’t know but his joke made you die a little inside, since you wanted it to actually be like that, but you knew that Kyle wasn’t in to you romantically.

The elevator door then opened at your mother’s floor and you exited the elevator and said a quick goodby to Kyle as the doors once again closed.

You found your mother’s desk and gave her her’s and Clark’s lunch, she thanked you and you left once again.

While you were riding the elevator down but your mind couldn’t help but wander to thinking about Kyle, he was so kind and creative, he makes you feel safe and happy.

All of a sudden the elevator came to a halt and the lights shut down.

”Great, now i’m stuck in an elevator AND hopelessly in love with my best friend, just my luck” you thought to yourself, you were about to pick up your phone and call your boss to tell her you would probably be late.

But all of a sudden there was a glowing light in front of you, you covered your eyes from the sudden strong glow.

Then you looked at the source and saw a glowing violet six pointed star. All of a sudden a voice spoke up from no where.

”We know what you want Y/n Lane, you want the one you love and we the Star Sapphires can give you the power to take that love” a hypnotic voice said, from what Clark had taught you, you know you shouldn’t trust things like this.

Then all of a sudden a ring floated out from inside the six pointed star. ”All you have to do is do something for us, destroy the Green Lantern” the hypnotic voice said adding a bit more psychopath vibes.

You tried to back away from the ring but it was like you weren’t in control of your own body cause all off a sudden you arm started reaching out towards it.

The ring then floated on to your finger and the voice said ”Now repeat after me”. It started by saying one sentence and as if the words were being dragged out of your throat you said along with it ”For hearts long lost and full of fright, for those alone in blackest night, accept our ring and join our fight, love conquers all with violet light!”

Then all of a sudden you had no control at all and a violet light spread over your body.

Kyle was sitting and having a cup of coffee, he couldn’t get you out of his head, he hadn’t really been joking when he said he was taking you as his date for the party. He actually really wanted to ask you out but if you said no he didn’t want it to be weird between you, so he asked it in more of a joking manner to make it more lighthearted.

He was about to go and get back to work but then he heard chattering from the others, they were staring at something down on the street.

He went over to the window and saw a violet lantern down on the street which could only mean trouble, Kyle ran to find somewhere to change in to the Green Lantern.

Meanwhile you were down on the street causing mayhem. The ring had basically taken full control of your body and was now throwing one of the parked cars towards the people on the sidewalk who were trying to run away from you.

The people managed to get away but you were fine with that, you were trying to bait out the Green Lantern.

Then you heard a familiar whoosing sound and you turned around. Clark was flying towards you all suited up. He was inches away from punching you in the face but when he saw you he had a moment of realization and stopped himself.

”Y/n?” he asked confused and before he could do anything else you used the ring to trap him inside a giant violet crystal. You then continued your rampage.

Kyle now stood on top of the daily planet and watched the star sapphire blast a violet beam towards a car. He then flew down to get a closer look off his opponent.

Kyle then realised who the Star Sapphire was, ”Y/n” he asked himself, he was shocked at seeing you like this, not only because you were a destructive crazy person but also because the suit you were wearing made you look really fucking hot.

You picked up a car with people inside it and threw it out over the street but before it touched the ground it was caught by a green light.

Green Lantern had caught the car and put it down. As soon as you saw the man clad in green the ring told you to do one thing ”Kill him”.

You aimed your ring towards him and shot a violet beam towards him. He created a green bubble around himself that protected him.

Your battle continued to rage on, but it was noticable that Kyle was holding back slightly trying to avoid harming you. He was trying to think of a plan, he was also generally confused about the fact that you had turned into Star Sapphire.

After all the emotion of the violet lanterns were love, so maybe he had something to do with this. Well there was only one way to find out and it was the only plan he had.

He flew towards you dodging your different attacks and when he got to you he grabbed you around the waist and pushed his lips against yours.

He was glad that you didn’t pull back because that meant his plan worked. His hand slid down to your ringed finger and pulled the ring off.

Your suit the disappeared and it was replaced with your normal clothing. You then passed out.

Kyle kept a hold of you and brought you down to a rooftop. He then used his ring to free Superman from the violet crystal.

He walked back to you as you were starting to wake up. You looked at the Green Lantern and realised you were outside and on a rooftop.

”Green Lantern?” you asked ”Where am i? What happened?” you continued and Kyle made an impulsive decision. He made his super-suit disappeared and revealed his identity to you. After your initial shock about his identity he told you about what had happened and ensured you everyone were fine. Kyle then made another impulsive decision…

”Y/n, would you like to go on a date with me?”

”Of course” you answered happily.

Instead of your date being at the party you were suppose to go to you and Kyle decided to have a relaxing night at your place.

Clark had taken Lois and Jon out to some resturant so that you and Kyle could get some privacy.

You and Kyle were cuddling on the couch while watching the news about Green Lantern stopping a villain by kissing him.

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itsybitchylittlewitchy · 3 years

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The new arrivals- Part 9

My master post is here with all the other parts!

I apologise in advance for how I left this one! There's no smut in this one, just a lot of story! I hope you all still like it! 🖤💚🖤

Pairing: Loki x Female reader

Summary: You are Y/N the Goddess of Victory, niece of Tony Stark and you run the Avengers training facility based in the Highlands of Scotland. Thor, Loki and a ship full of Asgardians arrive and you need to help.

Word count: 2.2K

Warnings: No Smut in this one sadly, I didn't want to just force it in when it didn't fit. Quite a bit of Angst, violence and if you've not seen Infinity War then there's a lot of spoilers!

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Darkness surrounded you as your eyes became adjusted to your new surroundings, your hand still being firmly being grasped by Loki. As you all looked around at the dark surroundings, “This isn’t right” Thor said walking towards a window which lightly illuminated the dark messy workshop “The star’s gone out and the rings are frozen” Thor mumbled, scrunching up his face “I don’t like this” Loki warned, putting the Tesseract safely back into the pocket universe, “We should go”, he continued, gripping onto your hand tighter than before. “This forge hasn’t gone dark in centuries” Thor yelled with a mixture of shock and confusion, hitting his fist off the window. You let go of Loki’s hand and began to look around, pieces of metal and clutter everywhere, until you came across a mould for a gauntlet. “Shit” you said, you knew you recognised it as being the one Thanos wore when he killed your mother, “We need to leave now” You yelled out in a panic as you began to run back towards Loki and the others, only to see Thor go flying across the room, and a tall ragged looking man towering above you all. Your hands began to glow purple, as you raised them ready to defend yourself and your friends. Thor yelled “Y/N no! Eitri wait! Stop!” as he held up his hand to the giant man. “Thor?...” he questioned, his fists still ready to strike, “What happened here?” Thor questioned, his eyes full of concern. “You were supposed to protect us…Asgard was supposed to protect us!!” Eitri yelled at Thor and your group, tears forming within his eyes. “Asgard was destroyed” Loki stepped forward; his hands raised in surrender as you stepped forwards to Eitri “I recognise that gauntlet.” You said, pointing to the mould “What did you do? Why would you help Thanos?” You questioned refusing to lower your hands from your battle position. He walked away from you all towards the window, guilt written all over his face. “300 dwarves lived on this ring” he explained, “I thought if I did what he asked, they’d be safe” he said supressing a sob. “I made what he wanted, a device capable of harnessing the power of the stones” he continued as he broke down in hear wrenching tears of sorrow “But he killed everyone anyway. All except me” He cried, turning back to face the group. “Your life is yours, he said. But your hands are mine alone. Then he encased my hands in metal” he groaned, displaying his metallic fists for all to see. Thor gently walked towards him, placing a reassuring hand on him, “Eitri, this isn’t about your hands. Every weapon you’ve ever designed, every axe, hammer, sword etc its all inside your head” Thor smiled sympathetically pointing to his head but Eitri unable to look him in the eyes. “Now I know it feels like all hope is lost. Trust me, I know. But together with your help, we can all put an end to Thanos” Thor smiled, his arms gesturing back to the group of you. Eitri disappeared for a moment, then a machine came to life, bringing down a concrete looking mould. “I take it this will be your new hammer then?” you smiled looking at Thor, but Eitri interrupted you saying, “It’s a king’s weapon. Meant to be the greatest in Asgard. In theory, it could even summon the Bifrost.” He said nodding towards you and Thor. “Does it have a name?” You asked. “Storm-Breaker” Eitri said, tilting his chin up slightly, clearly proud of the weapon he had created. “So, how do we make it?” Thor asked, folding his arms over his chest. “You’ll have to restart the forge” Eitri said while looking out the window at the cold dying star. “Y/N, Loki your up. See what you can do.” Thor said, putting an arm around you both and shoving you towards the window that overlooked the heart of the dying star. “I’m sorry brother” Loki tutted, flipping back his hair, and placing his hands on his hips, “But how exactly do you expect us to do that?” he asked, throwing his hands in the air dramatically. “The rings are frozen; you need to get them moving again” Eitri explained to both you and Loki. The rings where massive, colossal even, you knew you and Loki wouldn’t have enough power to do

it alone. “Uncle Tony, I need you to get out there and start manually pushing the rings. We need all the help we can get” You said, placing a hand on his shoulder, pulling him into a hug, “Be safe” you said as you pulled away from him and he flew outside to begin pushing on the edge of the giant rings. You walked back over to Loki, taking both his hands in yours. You had to concentrate. You looked deep into his eyes and began focusing on moving the rings, closing your eyes to further your concentration. “You need to use your emotions Y/N” Loki pleaded, “Think of what that monster did to your mother, think of all he took from you” With these words tears began to spill from your closed eyes as you began to levitate you both off the ground, purple smoke emanating from every inch of you. You could hear the iced-up rings beginning to crack and groan as they started to move, “More Loki! Your nearly there!” Thor bellowed over to you both, “Look at me Y/N” Loki said cupping your face with his hands, your eyes where glowing bright purple as he leaned in and passionately kissed you, sending an explosion of green and purple energy, blasting out from you both making the colossal rings spin, and the star in the middle ignite into a ball of pure raw energy. A bright beam of light blasted out towards the forge igniting the smelter as the metal began to heat up, melting it before it poured into the mould. Eitri grabbed the intricate wooden handle for the axe and attached it to the weapon, unable to pick it up he gestured for Thor to collect Storm-Breaker. He held out his hand and the axe flew into it. Making bright lightening appear emanating from Thor. Out of sheer curiosity you held out your hand, wondering if his smart-ass comment earlier could be true. Could you possibly wield a weapon that powerful? You where a Goddess after all. After a few seconds, Thor could feel some slight resistance, was something pulling at the axe? Then with a crack of purple lightening, the axe was firmly in your hand as you began to laugh, your eyes still shining a bright purple as you revelled in the power of wielding the legendary weapon. “I don’t believe it” Thor said, his mouth open, completely stunned as Loki pulled you back into another earth-shattering kiss, “You never fail to surprise me love. Your incredible” he smiled, cupping your face laughing in disbelief and looking astonished that you even exist. “You’re not so bad yourself mischief” you winked as you kissed him again. “Can I please have my axe back?” Thor mumbled with a pout, clearly a little annoyed that he wasn’t the only worthy one. “Eitri, can you reforge Mjølnir for Y/N here? If she’s worthy of Storm-Breaker I’m sure she can handle Mjølnir” Thor smiled patting you on the back and pulling you into a hug. Eitri, went to work, fetching the mould and materials needed, then moments later, there was Mjølnir, reforged. The moment of truth, could you wield Mjølnir as well? You took a deep breath and held out your had, and the hammer flew straight to you. Glowing a beautiful shade of purple in your hand. “Does this mean I need to change my name to Thor?” You laughed, while flipping the hammer in your hand. “No, my dear. I don’t think I could be with you if that was the case” Loki teased wrapping an arm around your waist. “Thor, could you summon the Bifrost and take us to wherever Vision and Wanda are? I want to make sure we have all the stones we know of safe before Thanos comes”. Thor nodded signalling for you all to stand with him. He lifted his axe above his head and a bright rainbow light appeared engulfing you all, blinding you for a moment. When you looked up you where somewhere you recognised. “Hang on, this is Edinburgh Waverly train station” you laughed, “Wanda and Vision are here?” you questioned looking around. The train station was deserted at this time of night, until there was a deafening crash and glass came shattering everywhere around you as Vision and Wanda came hurling through the ceiling towards you all, sending Tony flying backwards into the dark green fencing that

separated the platforms. Wanda still gripping on to Vision who looked injured. “Isn’t it weird who you run into at the train station” Tony quipped, making you roll your eyes as you helped Wanda and Vision to their feet. Moments later a blue horned woman wielding some kind of alien spear crashed through the glass ceiling landing in front of you all. “Proxima” you glared at her, recognising her from your vision. “You killed my mother” You exclaimed, gripping onto Mjølnir, your eyes full of tears and once again turning purple, As another grey hooded man with a sceptre smashed through the ceiling landing next to Proxima, her bright red eyes looking amused and staring straight at you. A train barrelled through the station behind you, you noticed Proxima’s gaze left you, as she was looking at something or someone on the platform behind you as she growled and launched her spear, only to have it caught by none other than Steve Rodgers, He slowly walked forward as you watched Sam glide down behind Proxima and send her flying across the platform shattering through the stations coffee shop and rolling back onto the platform at the other side, “She’s mine” you growled using Mjølnir to fly over to her as you slammed down aiming for her head screaming in fury. She rolled out the way just in time, only to pull out a dagger and catch you in the ribs. Undeterred you swung again at her and sent her crashing into the parked train nearby. “Did you really think it would be that easy?” You said through gritted teeth, as you began to levitate again, your eyes an ominous bright purple as Proxima readied her spier that her partner had thrown back to her before he was rugby tackled by a newly appeared Natasha. Proxima lunged at you again narrowly missing you, “I don’t even know who you are mortal” she growled, knocking you to the ground before she tried to plunge her spear into your chest again, you blocked it with a haze of purple energy, “You…urgh.. Killed! My! Mother!” You screamed at her, a wave of purple energy emanating from you sending her flying backwards, “And for another thing, I’m not mortal. I am Y/N. The Goddess of Victory. And you have royally pissed me off” You yelled sparks of purple lightening appearing around you, as you leaped into the air and crashed down in front of Proxima, Mjølnir shattering the train station platform as she fell under the collapsed rubble. You turned around, looking for your teammates, still fighting the other one, as you began to head towards to assist them you felt a searing pain ripping through your abdomen. As if in slow motion you looked down and saw a spear tip poking out of your stomach, your blood gushing from the wound as you cried out in agony, you heard Loki scream out your name, rushing over to gather you in his arms. Sam knocked Proxima backwards with a flying kick as Cap and Natasha went to deal with her and the other creature. Your uncle Tony appeared next to you and Loki, removing his helmet, and spraying some white residue into you to seal your wound. “It’s going to be okay sweetheart” Tony said kneeling next to you, as you coughed up blood, spluttering on it as a hysterical Loki cried and cradled you in his arms saying, “Please don’t leave me Y/N. Your all I have”. Proxima laid on the ground, next to her injured teammate, Natasha held her spear to Proxima’s neck, drawing some blood. “We don’t want to kill you, but we will.” She said, glaring at the creatures before her. Proxima smirked and said, “You’ll never get the chance again” before being lifted through the roof by a bright blue light. Thor had already joined Loki next to you on the train station platform, assessing your wound for himself and trying to comfort his inconsolable brother. All you could focus on was Loki’s tearful eyes lovingly looking at you as he kissed your forehead, you could feel his warm tears joining with your own as they ran down your cheeks, before the peaceful darkness took you, you swore you could see a beautiful woman reaching down for you, “Mum?” you smiled weakly before the darkness completely enveloped

you.

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kim-miyeon · 3 years

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Hell Above - Chapter Fifteen

PAIRINGS: Hwang Hyunjin X Female Reader

WARNINGS: Series contains mature content, read at your own discretion. Mafia!AU, explicit language, suggestive language, graphic scenes, weapons, mild abuse, angst, 18+.

WORD COUNT: 4.3K

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Everything’s Not Alright, and I Would Rather...

The day had come.

The roar of the vehicle drowned in your ears as you sat back and watched as the pedestrians walked by the hospital. You grew envious that you were unable to have such a normal life, one where you could walk so freely with common care and worry. The sun rays beamed on the car causing the temperature to surpass a well comfortable standard and you felt your anxiety churn in the pit of your stomach. He was coming for you and you were foolish to believe that a historial full of those suffering would allow him To pause in his conquest. You hung your head and sighed out, and felt a soft hand place itself on your thigh as you looked up worryingly to this man.

It was almost unfair. How in a life full of torture, deceit and pain, that there was someone so honest, so loving. Hyunjin had and would always be the light at every end of each tunnel you found yourself in. He will always be that comforting voice in your mind. The softest touch a human could ever have. And it was unfair because you couldn’t live a life of peace and harmony. You two will never be able to sleep restfully in each other’s arms without the worry of captive or murder at your corner. To live the way you had, hidden behind masks placed for the both of you caused nothing but pain. And at what cost? You feared since the day your grandfather decided that he and the network would move forward and deem it necessary for you to be killed, that you would never truly see this man again. You looked at Hyunjin, studied all of his features. How his skin almost resembled silk in the way it looked soft to the touch and had no imperfections. His mole that was kissed under his eye, and the sharpness of the angles in the way he was carved by angels. His eyes felt like two of the most precious stars caught from the galaxy and placed into his orbs. They drew you in and made you feel like everything around you was still. His lips… his lips that took you to paradise, how everything he did, brought you bliss. He was your safety net, your rock, your protector. And you never thought love at first sight was real, you had grown up to hate this man, but the moment you looked at him with your own two eyes, you felt static electricity run through your spine. You two had as would always be two hearts as one, two souls cut from the same strand. He had always been your other half.

And that’s what scares you. The unknown. Of the hours ahead, the plan that had been set in place. You remembered the discussion you had with Changbin when he introduced the bullet to you. The technology and the thought behind its ability to stun you and weaken the heartbeat but not enough force to kill you. You knew Hyunjin didn’t see your point of view and grew nervous for the safety of your unborn child.

“Here it is”

“So tell me, when Minho shoots it-“ You started and Changbin cut you off.

“It will break the skin, it will hurt, especially if he is rather close to you. I made this protection pad for you to wear..” Changbin handed to the padding and you eyed it a bit before he continued.

“This should help stop the force of the bullet from completely killing you”

“YAH!” Hyunjin yelled more as a warning to be careful with the words people used. He was on edge with the whole situation.

“Hyunjin it ‘s fine. It won’t kill me. We just need it to put me out for a few, make grandfather believe I am dead.” You looked at him before turning to Changbin, “Thank you Changbin.”

Hyunjin clenched his jaw and left the room as you tried to grab on to his arm as he jerked you off.

“Hyunjin—“

You followed after him and you two were in the hallway when you called out his name again and grabbed him as he turned to you.

“This is ridiculous Y/N putting yourself at danger! Putting everything on the line like this. If he thinks you're dead, what difference does it make!?”

“He hid me from the world. He made me non existent. Do you know that you could have been dead years ago!? That’s why.” You retorted and Hyunjin sighed out in frustration.

“I’m playing the same game as him, Hyunjin. Making myself non existent. For me, for you…” You grabbed his hand and placed it over your stomach, “for our family.”

Hyunjin pulled you into a hug and held you tightly, like he was going to lose you .“I just can’t bear to think of something happens, if you-“

“Nothing will happen, I promise. I trust Minho. I trust the plan.”

“I’m going in.” You unbuckle your seat belt and looked at Hyunjin. He slid his hand over your cheek and behind your head as he pulled you into a kiss, one that felt so passionate, full of love, fear, lust. Like it was the last time you two would ever feel each other. His lips molding into yours like he was studying every soft line you had and memorizing the way you taste.

“Y/N” He whispered against your lips. It was so beautiful the way he said your name.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” You kissed him back before you made your way out of the car and to the hospital.

You took slow steps walking across the cream colored colored floor, mind lost in the daze as your heels clacking against the concrete were the only thing that could be heard. The smell of medicine and cleanliness around you and the overwhelming silence of it all as you approached Jeongin’s hospital room made you feel insane. Your skin was itching for some kind of crazy to happen, and you received nothing of the sort. As you approached the corner of the room you heard a not so pleasant sound. The sound of a laugh you were not expecting to hear in the hospital, one full of danger and suspense. You began to think to yourself the harm Jeongin could be in and how bold of a man your Grandfather was to show himself here, and at the same time you were not surprised. You took one deep breath in and walked into the hospital room and saw a frozen in place Jeongin sitting up on his bed. Your grandfather sat across him with his legs crossed, his eyes dark and evil, smile curved just enough to scare away those around him. He had his men in the room holding their assault rifles in clear view. All attention focused on you when you came into sight. There was no turning back now.

“Today is the day Y/N. I trust that you know what lies ahead of you” you grandfather spoke, head slowly turning to you as you squinted at him and clenched your jaw.

“I suppose it was foolish of me to believe that you wouldn’t come here to find me.” You responded back and he smiled at you.

“You and Jeongin...two peas in a pod. It’s a shame one of you has to go.” You looked over at Jeongin who was in complete fear, fast ghostly white. You grew anxious.

“If you have come to harm-“

“I do not wish to harm Jeongin any more than I have.”

You paused and you stepped forward and your grandfather’s soldiers raised their weapons at you and your grandfather raised his hand to calm them.

“I will let you have a moment to speak, then we will take you.” You grandfather stood up and you saw the small sling around his arm where you had inflicted your gun shot to. He walked towards you and you moved over to allow him and his men to step out of the room before you ran over to Jeongin’s side and began touching his face.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“Y/N.”

You checked for any and all signs of cuts and bruises on Jeongin’s body as he kept repeating your name softly. Your mind was so caught up in him that you didn’t hear him raise his voice at you. It was when he gripped your wrists tightly to have you stop when you looked into his eyes.

“I’m okay.”

You nodded softly and felt tears in your eyes and Jeongin shook his head to tell you not to cry.

“I’m scared Jeongin.” You whispered and he nodded.

“You’re going to be fine. Trust me.” You felt a single tear roll down your cheek and Jeongin pulled you into his arms for a hug, “I’ll see you on the other side.”

You pulled back from him and looked at Jeongin confused before you felt to large hands grip your arms tightly and began to pull you.

“No. LET GO OF ME.” You struggled to get free as you looked at Jeongin who smiled at you and waved sadly and you felt the pit of your stomach churn. “JEONGIN!”

Before you knew it you felt a padding of cloth come to your nose and you began to inhale. Your head grew light and your eyes got heavy as you felt all your weight drop and everything go black.

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“They took her.” Hyunjin bursted into the office and Minho jolted up out of his seat as he turned to Felix who looked back at him.

“It’s time.” Minho said and Felix nodded and got up and grabbed his jacket.

“Let’s go fuck shit up.” Felix said and left the room, heading to go round up the other boys.

Hyunjin stood there across from Minho as Minho looked back at him.

“So we are really doing this?” Hyunjin asked and Minho nodded his head.

“Better late than never.” Minho scoffed to himself and Hyunjin nodded as they both left the room.

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You felt your eyes start to pry open and you hissed when you saw the light of the room attack your sight. You squinted hard and saw a man standing in the room guarding the door watching you. You sat yourself up slowly and realized you in a bedroom, one that felt painfully familiar in an odd way. You saw the man grab something at his hip and raise it to his lips.

“She’s awake.”

You felt your blood run cold. The room was eerily old and filled with floating dust. You then noticed you were laying on a bed and you glanced around and took more in as the man kept speaking over his walkie.

“Bring her to the yard.” You over heard a voice say as you saw the man nod and you glanced over to the side table and noticed a photo of two people you knew.

Your parents.

Soon the man raised his weapon at you and you looked up at him sadly as he gripped your arm and you felt a slight pain on your wrists. You had been tied up with a plastic zip tie and it had rubbed against your skin so much you almost broke blood.

The man jerked you off the bed and placed his gun on your back and you made no sound, no sign of hesitation. You felt absolutely defeated and the war hadn’t even begun. You took a look at the room, your parents room. A place you hadn’t had the chance to truly embrace as home. This whole place you thought was supposed to be home. But it became grounds for evil. A place where the souls of your family are trapped forever.

“Let’s go.” The man pushed you towards the door and you compiled as you started to move.

The hallways were still covered in family portraits and decorations. The mansion had never been changed, had not been touched since the massacre. As you walked further and further you passed by the office, and you felt a piece of yourself grow light. Everything slowed down as you made your way past the room because you knew what had taken place.

The scenes of the events that had occurred flashed before your eyes. You could see your mother, tied to a chair, being beaten and tortured while your father watched in agony, screaming and begging for the men to stop. Your mother…. bleeding out, being stripped of her garments and abused. Your father watched as they placed the gun to her head and fired the last shot.

You saw your father cry. Losing hope and the love of his life, losing you. You felt his pain as you walked past. You felt everything like you never have before.

You walked down the stairs of the mansion and saw the dark beauty behind the way everything looked. It was a true shame, so much beauty and life sucked out of this home.

Once you made your way to the from door you saw another soldier standing by and looked at you unpleasantly. The soldier behind you pushed you into the other as the next one grabbed you and headed out to the front of the house. You looked ahead and saw your grandfather standing in the middle of the yard, almost ritualistically surrounded by men you knew only through photos. The network.

You were walked closer to your grandfather and then shoved to the ground as you tried to catch yourself with your hands tied. You felt the gravel of the ground damage your knees and scrape your hands and some of your face as you fell hard with a grunt. You heard your grandfather snicker to himself as he cleared his throat.

“I present to you all. The daughter of Lee Won Shik. LEE Y/N!”

You pushed yourself up off the ground and looked up at your grandfather as he spoke to the crowd.

“Y/N original mission was to infiltrate the Hwang family through their son, Hwang Hyunjin. A tactic we have all created together and implemented.”

You listened to this absurdity. Not only was your grandfather a monster but the whole network was behind him, that’s how his power never faded. There was so much corruption and evil around you that it made you afraid.

“Unfortunately, it seems that our very own has fallen deep into her work. She is now unfit to rule this family and has committed treason to us.”

You saw as the men who stood around you listened and you looked back up at your grandfather who smiled and continued.

“Lee Y/N is carrying the child of Hwang Hyunjin.”

Shocked responses from around you as you flared up at your grandfather broke the airy night. Your breathing grew heavy and you never broke eye contact with the man who stood before you. You knew the network would never turn on this man and you knew you were being tried.

“Lee Y/N, how do you plead?” Your grandfather smiled knowing that this was his most enjoyable event. He loathed you so much that the thought of your head on a plate was what got him here. You clenched your jaw and smiled back at him and laughed.

“Guilty.”

Your grandfather almost frowned to your answer, but scoffed. “Guilty, you heard the woman.”

He began to walk around you and look at the men around, “the Lee family has held its crown for decades, and we have ruled over all families. We will not allow a child stained with Hwang blood to succeed the throne of this business.”

You noticed lights ahead, lights belonging to a vehicle. Two then four then six… multiple cars approached and you felt okay knowing that Minho was close.. Hyunjin was close. The plan was about to be executed and the future was more clear for you.

The cars pulled up and you saw the reactions of everyone as they pulled their weapons up and aimed at the vehicles. The lights shining into your eyes cause you to look away and squinted as you heard the sound of the door opening and slamming shut.

“Stand down, everyone.” Your grandfather ordered and you heard the sound of weapons lowering.

“Lee Minho has come to complete his mission.” Your grandfather spoke and laughed, “He will execute the leader and take the crown as the new leader of the Lee Family.”

The lights of the car flashed off and you saw Minho in the dark, walking to you. His expression was full of rage and anger. You looked up at him as he looked down at you. In the back of his eyes you searched for a confirmation that the plan was in action and that his expressions were not drawn at you. But you found nothing, you couldn’t read him. His eyes were as black as the night sky and they held an incredible amount of hate. You felt yourself grow uneasy, you had trusted him. Surely he wasn’t going to pull the trigger on you, you trusted him to shoot you where it had been planned. You saw him inch towards you and he drew his weapon at you, aimed at your head.

“Minho..” you whispered.

“Now is the time Minho!” Your grandfather’s voice brought you back to the reality of the situation. You tried to tell yourself that this wasn’t real, Minhop wouldn’t dare to shoot you. But as you looked up at him, his gun aimed at your head, you weren’t so sure.

You thought back to the last conversation you had with Minho, and how in that moment you truly felt like this was a moment you weren’t supposed to question.

You peeked behind the wall at him as he stood in the middle of the night, looking up at the sky and sighing heavily to himself. You could feel his distress, his fear, his anxiety...all of it. It surrounded him as he kept digging a larger hole in his mind and you wondered what was going on. You wanted to speak to him, and you wanted to give him the space you knew he needed. But in the end it was ruined by you making a far too noticeable sound when you leaned against the door. Minho laughed a bit and turned his head softly as you grew embarrassed.

“ So you’re spying on me now, Y/N” He said softly and you cleared your throat as you walked closer to him and smiled.

“The boys said that you were out here, I just wanted to check in on you.” You said and Minho gleaned over at you and nodded.

“You guys are all counting on me but, I can’t do this Y/N '' Minho croaked out, almost chocking by tears and you looked at him in concern as he exhaled deeply.

“I keep playing it in my head, over and over again and I just…”

“Minho… don’t” You reached out your hand to touch his arm as he hung his head low.

“The first time he laid his hands on you...you were only seven.” You felt the guilt rise in him, everything that he was feeling that he kept deep inside was pouring out.

“I remember that day too well, I watched him take you to his chamber and I was so mad because I thought that you were getting a reward. I was so jealous and angry and then..”

You bit your lip at the memory, one that you try not to bring back to your mind, but Minho’s point of view made you realize that he had been struggling in a different way all these years.

“When I saw the bruises on your arms and face...I…” He paused and you saw him choke on the tears that were coming out without fail. You shook your head not wanting him to continue but he did anyways as you tried to comfort him.

“Y/N I didn’t want to get hurt the way you were, I thought if I ignored it, maybe one day it would go away. He would stop but..he didn’t.”

“ I know..”

“No, you don’t. I have failed to protect you for so long, and I have been against you for years. And now, I have to help you and I don’t know if I can. If I miss, if something happens, I’m responsible. What if you die?”

“I’m prepared to.” You spoke bluntly and Minho looked at you wide eyed, “I’m prepared to die, if it goes wrong.”

“But what about Hyunjin?”

You sighed, and reached into your back pocket and pulled out a note that you had been saving to give to Minho. “If I die, you give this to him.”

“I trust you Minho… I trust that you’re going to come and pull that trigger and you and I are going to change the world. I know it. I know I looked at you for years as the bad guy in my life, but you’re just as fucked up as me. We can’t fix that but we can evolve from it.” You said and he nodded at you and you sighed.

“I just don’t know what I would do if you got hurt, Y/N. I should of been there all these years-”

“So be there now. Be here for me now. Pull the trigger and help me.”

Minho glared at you and you felt tears starting to warm your eyes and your grandfather chuckled lowly.

“My oh my, what do we have here?”

“MINHO.” A loud yell came from behind and your eyes widened. What the fuck is he doing?”

You saw Hyunjin storm his way past the cars and saw his men trail behind him. You noticed Changbin, Jisung, and Chan as well as Seungmin and Felix behind with their weapons as Hyunjin kept approaching. Your mind went numb. This wasn’t the plan.

Minho never took his eyes off of you and he was incredibly still and locked on you. You felt your heartbeat quicken when you saw Hyunjin approach you two and then all weapons drew.

Hyunjin looked at you and you looked back in complete fear and confusion.

“Minho put your gun down.” Hyunjin ordered and you watched as he held his weapon at Minho.

“No.” Minho looked at you and you looked up at him. You were trying so hard to make sense of the situation. This wasn’t what you had discussed and what you agreed on. This was different. Something different was happening and you were lost. Everything felt wrong.

“Minho, what’s going on?” You whispered at him and you watched as he began to ease on the tension, somehow your words brought him back.

“Minho.. I’m fucking warning you…” Hyunjin held his gun and you looked at Hyunjin.

“HYUNJIN PUT YOUR GUN DOWN!” You screamed.

“NO Y/N, HE’S GOING TO KILL YOU.”

The pounding of your heart was in your ears as you looked at Hyunjin. He stood in front of you, gun pointed at Minho. His eyes were dark, like he craved this. You felt hazy, nothing in that moment felt real. Your knees grew sore from being in the gravel. You looked up to the side of you and saw Minho. His eyes, sad and hurting. You thought he would cry. But how could he in this moment. But the gun in his hand at you didn’t feel staged anymore. Nothing felt right. You were beginning to question your sanity. Had all of this been a lie? Were you once again fooled? Your grandfather’s claps interrupted your thought process as you turned to him as he chuckled.

“All three of you. In one vicinity. How delightful it is to see sucha scene, and how pathetic it is to see the son of Hyun-woo sacrificing his life yet again for a woman.” Hyunjin clenched his jaw as he looked at you and you stared back. He was hard to read, something that never was difficult before. He looked busy in his mind, thinking about something deeply. You turned to Minho and he looked down at you as you tried to read him. Blank. You felt your heartbeat quicken and the pit of your stomach felt light. Where were they? Why were they not with you?

“Since I have you three here, I might as well use this to my advantage.” your grandfather stepped closer and looked at Minho.

“Shoot her.”

“Don’t you dare.” Hyunjin growled.

“Shoot her Minho.”

“Minho I swear to god, don’t you dare pull that trigger.”

“No?” Your grandfather looked at Hyunjin and he smiled at him. “ Then you pull it Hyunjin. Pull yours.”

You looked at the scene and felt tears brim your eyes. Nothing felt right and this was not the plan. You looked to Hyunjin and then Minho. Minho began to shake and you pleaded with your eyes.

“I don’t care who pulls the trigger, it means nothing to me. One of you has to die anyways…”

Those words sent chills down your spine. No matter the outcome, your grandfather felt no remorse if anyone were to die. It was painful, but not shocking. He ordered the death of your family and has no sense of guilt for what he has done. You bit your lip and almost felt like the plan would have caused nothing but more anger and pain. So maybe you would be okay if Minho pulled the trigger. Maybe this was the best thing for everyone.

“You heard him Y/N.” Minho said softly and you looked at him in fear as he cocked his gun back and you saw the light escape his eyes, full blown rage.

“One of us has to die.”

You closed your eyes, letting a tear run down your cheek as you prepared mentally for the pain, for the sorrow. It ends here, you thought. This was for the best.

The last thing you heard was the sound of the gun firing it’s bullet, leaving you stunned, cold, and quiet.

A/N: SO sorry this came out late, you are all so eager and I was trying to type and proof between shifts :( Being an ADULT is hard, but anyways. We have reached the end. Next week is the last chapter. I could actually cry. As always let me know your thoughts and I will see you on the other side loves:)

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remsmoonlight · 3 years

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— title : i need you

— word count : 2.1k words

— pairing : ryuji goda x reader

— summary : convincing ryuji of doing the opposite of what he’s set out to do is a pointless task, yet you will attempt if it gives him even one more day.

— warnings : blood, mentions of violence, some swearing, mentions of imagining of death, angst

notes : inspired by a prompt from here .. i had to do a self indulgent thingy for tumblr .. because why did they have to kill him off like that .. i tried to be dramatic as i possibly could

" none of this would've happened if you had just listened! "

A muffled silence drowns your hearing, the spinning of the Earth decelerates until it feels little more than a crawl with a weak grip. Rough cement scrapes the smoothness of your knee, leaving an angry blemish as grit fights to find its way into your bleeding wounds. No graze can pull you out of the deep end your heart finds itself fighting to stay above of, as you witness your worst fear painted perfectly on a canvas steeped in blood. The stillness of the air leaves you feeling flustered as your mind tries to make sense of what it observes before it, hoping that it’s no more than a deceptive trick played on itself by the fear you felt as you made your way up the tall structure.

A romantic thread of words have never failed in supply, but words left unsaid threaten to crush you under their weight, lost moments to time. A shudder of a breath shakily is let out, the cold air kick starts your body as you push yourself up and scramble to where the battered and bloodied body of Ryuji lays, almost motionless in pain. A childish cry to wake up from this nightmare is all you can think of, but reality does not bend to the whims of humanity, it continues with the path it has set. Resentfully, you can see the similarity that it shares with the male.

“ none of this would've happened if you had just listened! “ A broken cry full of fiery misery lick at the delicate snowflakes that descend from the heavens with a short lived grace, full of threats to burn as they penetrate your space.

The shock of the vibrancy of the liquid that escapes Ryuji leaves time standing still, you care not however, your fingertips gripping a heavy shoulder as the other lends a gentle touch to his cheek. Pain and grief masks itself as anger. You sorely wish to blame someone or something, but you had warned him.. You’d tried to reason with him that this course he’d set would leave him chasing an unattainable taste of sweetness of satisfaction that would dull with each day that dawns. A strong will that had left you in an addictive awe leaves you with a decaying taste in your mouth now, it creates an impossible amount of scars on your soul.

“ ‘Guess I should’a listened to ‘ya after all. “ He reluctantly answers, the humour unable to battle the drain out of his voice completely.

“ Why couldn’t you have just let this lie? “ A ticking pulls your attention away for a fraction of a passing second, a groan causes you to turn back.

“ Was always gonna end this way. “

A weakened grip that belongs to Ryuji ignores the resistance from his body, enduring the pain from the movement in order to experience skin against skin contact for himself once more. He wishes he could have found it within himself to have turned left, but he’d have lost himself without this self imposed purpose, fading into the background. It was selfish, to bring you into his world.. But to him? You’re an unfinished book, your words inked with glittering star dust that etch themselves into existence. He was unable to tear him away from your pages that you may have worn like wings. Selfish. To know how his story would end, yet knowing he would not be around for yours.

“ No. “ Your lips close, pushing against each other to numb the other, your features twisting into an aching grimace.

“ Can’t stop it now. “ he insists, brows drawing together as he scrunches his eyes up from the agony that throbs through every inch of flesh. “ Shit’s set in stone now. “

“ Stop it! “ You sob, hating how vulnerable you sound.

There is a sorrowful beauty in the scene, notes Ryuji. Pale beams of moonlight triumphant until the point of reaching your body that blocks it. Leaving no more than a radiant glow surrounding your head, providing an inhuman glow that illuminates your body as much as your soul — a wistful image that he’s glad to witness once more. Your being here is something of a majestic collision into a door to his person he’d fought to keep locked, if this is a departing gift he would gladly take it. He’d thought the last time he saw you would be when he unwillingly shared his plan, should this ending occur, he could take comfort in there not being a picture of you waiting at the door waiting for the other half of you to walk through the door, only to be met with a crushing realisation of never seeing him again. Only, he’d not expected you to follow in his tracks, not after he’s ignored your pleas of turning away from this path.

“ Ya better get outta here, ‘place is gonna blow soon. “

“ Not without you. “ you argue, refusing his direction — your grip strengthens ever so slightly, fearing the winter breeze has the power to boldly grow and tear you away from the man.

“ Ya got’a whole life ahead of ya. “ A twist of his heart is the dominant sensation he notices at the thought.

He wishes he could be there for it, to see the petals of your success bloom in the depths of your determination. One thing he could never understand was how, despite the tainted reputation that follows him like a shadow, never had been enough to put you off. Not a criminal tie to your name and you voluntarily merged your time and energy with his, with little care. Perhaps that’s where an addiction to his selfishness began. All his life and his Yakuza connections secluded him from genuine human connections and you’d trampled all over that with your impartial view. Many would prefer to cower in their fear, you’d scratched past the surface to see who he could be capable of being.

All the time spent together, and yet he still craves more. To linger in your orbit, time is his nemesis — for he still feels as if there has not been enough. Not the hours spent with the sun setting and you’re there by his side, when he’d spent more time committing the wonder at such a simple thing to his memory. Not the darkened hours spent together surrounded by silken sheets, and all that graced his ears was a musical symphony of breathy moans as you set about learning each other’s bodies. Never were the hours spent talking in order to hear the passion in your voice when speaking about something that interests you enough for him.

“ You can’t do this. “ You whimper softly, almost looking through the man you hold close. “ You can’t come into someone’s life, you can’t make them care about you and leave just because you want to. What did you think was going to happen? That I was going to sit by and let you do this? “

He says nothing, leaving space for a groan of pain to leave his lips as he tips his head back. He’s met with a darkened blanket where millions of stars are scattered so ungracefully, yet do not collide an uncoordinated dance across the sky. Uncertainty overwhelms him, over that is causing more pain — the wounds or the grief in your every word.

“ Just get the fuck outta here already. “ His voice echoes across the large space as he turns his attention back to you.

“ Were you lying all that time? “ You ask with a trembling lip at the thought of being without.

It feels like an endless amount of early mornings had been spent planning and chattering about the most random things. Your mind lighting up with the power of a thousand suns before the world had awoken around you. You can’t pinpoint the moment it happened, but the two of you awoke a little earlier than necessary to bathe in the image of the other — to forge a most perfect illusion of normalcy before stepping out into the real world. Mornings were not your most happiest bedfellow, yet you’d grown to love them just a little more when waking to the most simplest treat to sweeten your tongue.

“ What ya on about? “

“ All that time when we were talking, about what we were going to do? What we could do? ”

“ Why ya going on about that ? “ He asks curiously, eyeing you as you speak.

“ If you die, how are we meant to do any of it? “ Your words are rushed as you question him plainly.

“ Yer gonna .. just won’t be with me. “ Colour from the world feels as if it’s fading, merging into one bland monochrome depiction of a bright, bubbling city.

“ Can you stop?! “ A frustrated shriek tears from the bottom of your throat in response. “ I’m done talking in circles, I’m not dying here and neither are you. If I have to, I will drag you out with me. “

The world pauses in shock for a quiet fraction of a minute. To be spoken to in such a manner is not something Ryuji has experienced much in his life, even rarer by you — words that fell from your lips are always bathed in the sweetness of sugar, not an ounce of poison to anyone. Even the individuals who drew your temper out of its sleep were met with an incredible amount of restraint, he can hear the desperation — acting as a bucket of ice water to shock his nerve endings from the low temperature.

“ You did what you had to do. It wasn’t meant to be, but you can find another purpose. Build something else with your life, just.. Just come with me. Please. “

To be responsible for dragging you down with him, away from providing the world with your bright rays of sunshine in the bland day to day lives of everyone you came into contact with weighs heavily on his chest. Extra time spent with you, perhaps getting to know who his little sister has become are the treats tied onto a stick in front of him, life’s cruel bribe. He’d imagined how his ending would have been sketched by above, yet to have ties keeping him there had not been what he would have included. If he couldn’t be the one dragon, this would be a consolation prize that would allow for the petals of peace to bloom before he’d tear them down once more.

A strength he’d thought abandoned him glows with a dull hue, for a minute, he contemplates using that for Kiryu. Yet the other half of his soul wins the battle, a hand of his reaches out to push himself off from the concrete. It’s not an easy feat after being battered more than once, yet it’s not half as arduous as it could be with you supporting his weight — he’s fully aware how much of your strength he is using from your audible gasps of air.

“ Ya don’t gotta yell at me. “ he complains softly as he grips his side with as much force as he can dedicate to.

“ I don’t think it’s the time for this. “ You argue back quickly.

“ The red one. “

“ Huh? “ The sound escapes you as your features turn into a frown over how to get away from the ticking time bomb fast enough.

“ The lift, to get down. Press th’red one. “ He instructs you with a finger barely lifted, pointing in the direction of the button behind you.

You say nothing in response, the wheels in your mind working faster than your body as it moves purely on an instinctive reaction when receiving messages from your brain. Your stomach twists and turns from the descent to below, unable to process the way the city shifts into a state of obscurity from the swift movement. It would be a beautiful sight if it hadn’t attached a violent night as a parting gift.

“ You really scared me up there. “ You confess with barely a whisper. “ Can you promise me something? “

“ What’s that? “

“ That you won’t do something like this again. “ You say, with your heart hoping that he’d shy away from an impossible task should it present itself. Your eyes had seen enough hurt for one night, you’re confident you’d not be able to withstand it once more.

“ Wish I could. “

Teeth grind against the bottom of your lip, you should have known that he wouldn’t. Yet you also cannot find the strength to tear yourself away from the fire that burns within him, like a moth to a flame, you find yourself wondering how close you can stand against the heat before you flee from the pain it brings.

#Ryuji Goda x reader #Goda Ryuji x reader #Yakuza imagine #Yakuza fic #if this looks like it has been written in parts between the hours of 9 pm - 12 am #because it has #inspiration comes late

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dailylangdon · 3 years

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If I Die, I Die // Xavier Plympton

Warnings: Oral sex (fem receiving), face sitting, blow job (implied), mommy kink (Very lightly implied)

Word Count: 1.6k

“Babe, hurry! My scene’s about to start!”

You pulled another can of Diet Coke out of the fridge and hurried back to the living room. Xavier beamed at you from the couch and outstretched an arm. You snuggled into his chest and popped open your soda.

Xavier was a struggling actor and your boyfriend of 3 months. Sometimes he was picky about his roles. But other times, he knew he had to go for whatever was available. He worked at an aerobics studio to pay the bills and hopefully save up enough to get an agent.

It was a fickle career, and of course you had concerns. Not with Xavier. He was very talented and passionate. You worried sometimes that the fact that he wasn’t shooting to the top immediately was discouraging him. But you saw his excitement when he talked about acting. He was born to do it, and you believed in him.

It was your idea to make such a big deal out of his bit part on the new “Facts of Life” episode. Xavier sheepishly told you he was nothing more than a featured extra. But you assured him that any work is better than no work. And you were gonna help him celebrate any victory he made. No matter how small.

Your roommates were on vacation, so you invited him to your place. You popped popcorn and had plenty of sodas. The two of you huddled up on the couch in your pajamas. The only light in the living room was the glow of the television. You wanted to make an event of it, and you’d succeeded.

“Okay, here it is!” he said.

As he’d told you, he was barely in the scene at all. He was in the background of a shot in the park. But you could see his face for three whole seconds. You squeezed his thigh and gave him an encouraging smile.

The episode finished. Xavier turned off the TV and you clicked on the lamp beside the couch. When you looked up at him, you noticed a frown. But he plastered on a smile a millisecond later when his eyes met yours.

“Hey. What’s wrong?” You poked the side of his face.

He shrugged and grabbed your hand, kissing your palm. “Nothing, babe.”

“Xav, you seem totally bummed out.”

“(Y/N), do you think I’m actually meant to be an actor?”

“Of course you are. Why? Are you worried? Babe, you were just on an episode of a primetime TV show!”

He frowned. “Yeah, for like half a second. What if that’s all I ever get?”

You took his face in your hands, thumbs rubbing down the planes of his gorgeous cheekbones. “Everyone has to start somewhere, babe. You’re putting in the hard work, and it’s gonna lead to something great.”

“You really think so?” A small grin played at his full lips.

You planted a soft kiss on his mouth. “I know so.”

The two of you sat in silence, just looking at each moment before Xavier piped up again.

“But what if I get too old before I get my big break and I lose my good looks? Like when I’m...40?”

You laughed at the way he wrinkled his nose in disgust at the prospect of turning 40.

“You’re so much more than your good looks, Xav. You’re so talented. And caring. And you’ve got great instincts,” you leaned your forehead to his. “But between you and me, I don’t think you’re ever gonna grow out of your looks. You’re just gonna get sexier and sexier.”

The tenderness and compliments really struck a chord with him. He closed the gap between you, his lips caressing yours. He coaxed your mouth open, slipping his tongue inside. The kiss, as always, was warm and electrifying. The boy was so good at kissing. The first time you’d kissed, you couldn’t believe how lucky you were. You could honestly spend hours kissing him.

But you had him all to yourself tonight. You wanted to do more than kiss. You pulled away long enough to straddle him on the couch. His blue eyes widened in bewilderment and awe before you kissed him again. His hairsprayed and teased hair was soft beneath your fingers. (Luckily it was nighttime, or he would have whined about you messing it up).

He pulled away, gasping for air. “You are so hot, babe.”

Your face warmed. You rode the high of his admiration by peeling your pajama shirt off. You were left in your sports bra. You felt a bit insecure for not having on something cuter, but Xavier’s dumbstruck face assured you all was well.

You took his shirt off for him. His muscles were creamy and flawless in the lowlight of the lamp. His neck was soft beneath your lips. You nipped and sucked right above his chest. One of your hands reached for his sweatpants to feel his growing bulge in your palm.

A moan broke from his throat and you grinned.

“H-hey, babe?” he asked.

His nervous tone made you halt your movements and pull away. Had you done something wrong? “Yeah?”

He must have sensed your apprehension. He grabbed your hand and held it to his heart. “I wanted to know if we could try something...different.”

“Oh?”

“I want you to sit on my face.”

You blinked. His bluntness and lack of shame when it came to sex was refreshing but could take you aback at times. You still were reeling from the time you were out to dinner with friends when he said during the appetizers that he wanted to fuck you in the bathroom before the main course arrived.

“What?”

He smirked. “You heard me. I’ve wanted it for a while. But I really want it now.”

The idea made wetness pool in your panties. It was tantalizing, to say the least.

“I don’t know. What if I hurt you?”

“How would you hurt me?” He seemed truly perplexed.

“Shit, I don’t know, Xav. You’re pretty good with your tongue,” you chuckled. “What if you get me going so much that I break your nose?”

His eyes widened for a moment, but he shook his head. “Still would be worth it.”

“What if my thighs, like….Smother you to death,” you half-joked. Insecurity could get the best of you.

“Babe,” he murmured. His hands slid down to the aforementioned thighs that were straddling his lap. “It would be an honor to be killed by these babies.”

You laughed and playfully shoved his shoulder. “You’ve got an answer for everything, don’t you?”

His arms went around your waist, pulling you closer. His lips tickled the shell of your ear. “What do you say, babe? You gonna smother me with those thighs, or what?”

You shuddered as he nipped your earlobe with his teeth. It was hard to say no to that man. Even if you wanted to. But you never wanted to.

“Fuck, Xav, okay,” you gasped. “Let’s do it.”

He kissed you hard on the mouth. “You won’t regret it.”

You hopped off of him to let him get situated. He laid down on the powder blue carpet in front of the couch. He gestured for you with his fingers.

He put on an awful English accent, “Your throne awaits, madame.”

You laughed, nerves easing immediately. You stepped out of your sweatpants and panties. You straddled his torso first and put your hands on the couch cushions to brace yourself.

“Come on, babe,” he said. “Have a seat.”

Crawling up, you put your knees on either side of his head. Xavier’s hands went to your hips and he pulled you down to meet his face. His breath was hot on your dripping cunt.

He licked a broad stripe over your entire slit.

You moaned loudly, gripping the couch. God, you were thankful to have something to hold onto.

Xavier pulled away enough so he could speak. “Does it feel good, Mama?”

“Fuck yeah, it does, baby,” You said breathlessly.

“Good,” he said and got back to work.

His tongue explored inside of you, lapping up your juices. Savoring every inch of you. Then he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking like it was a piece of candy.

One hand remained on your hip, holding you in place. The other snuck between your legs. His middle and ring fingers slid inside you easily as he flicked your clit with his tongue.

“Xav-Xavier, I’m gonna--” you stammered.

He thrust his fingers at an even pace, curling them deep inside you, and that was all it took. You cried out, thighs shaking. You nearly collapsed, but he held you up. He gripped your hips then, continuing to lick and suck, sending you into complete overstimulation. By orgasm four or five, you had to tap out.

He released his hold and crawled down so you could face him. Your juices covered his chin. You’d feel embarrassed if you weren’t so completely fucked out. He pulled you in for a kiss and you tasted yourself on his tongue.

“That was even better than I thought it would be, babe,” he said against your mouth.

“Had a pretty good time myself,” you said. You laid your head on his chest, hearing his thundering heartbeat.

His hand rubbed absentminded circles on your back. “You’re the best girlfriend I’ve ever had, you know? And not just because you let me eat that amazing pussy of yours.”

You chuckled. “Thanks, baby.”

“I mean it. My exes never believed in me like you do. You’re amazing.”

“You’re definitely worth believing in, Xav.” You kissed his chest before pushing yourself up.

He looked at you, softness and adoration in his eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “But, listen. Don’t get sleepy on me now.”

You crawled down, pulling at the waistband of his pants, and winked up at him. “I’m gonna give you the Hollywood treatment.”

He smiled down, and you knew that he’d always feel like a star when he was with you.

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literatelogan · 3 years

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I NEVER SAID FRIENDS

part twenty-eight bonus - assigned female at birth route

nsfw details of their first time

masterlist | part twenty-eight

tws - 18+ VERY VERY VERY NSFW. full on smut. gender neutral pronouns. “darling” used. “sir” used once. passionate intimate sex, safe sex, we using a condom bby, oral (y/n receiving), fingering, a sprinkle of overstim, light aftercare.

a/n - 2.5k this would not be nearly this good if it weren’t for my beautiful incredible beta reader @half-baked-biscuit. thank you bby for your help. and i hope y’all enjoy. 😏

Anticipation and expectations often obscure what the reality might be. Shouta had always said he wanted to move slowly the first time and you had assumed he wouldn’t be able to. As he pressed slow gentle kisses to your chin and neck, you realized he was serious. A warmth spread through your abdomen as you thought about it. His kisses were so sensual. You were already letting out little moans and gasps as he kissed his way back up to your mouth. Your fingers tangled in his hair once again. They just gravitated to it. You knew how much he loved having his hair played with and having that closeness. Soft against your mouth, his delicate kisses were driving you mad. You barely noticed that he was starting to remove your top. Your hands grabbed the hem to lift his shirt up but he grasped them and pulled away from the kiss. “Please. Just let me have this first.” His eyes were dilated and he looked so…vulnerable. You nodded with a smile and his hands resumed their place. As he pulled off your top, he didn’t leave the skin untouched for long. He placed kisses along your arms and your collarbone as he removed that last piece of fabric between his hands and your chest. His hands cupped your breasts running his fingers along them as he drank you in.

“Breathe.” You reminded him before he sucked in a deep breath of air. “You’re just so sexy.” He had never seen this much of you and while you wanted to rip his clothes off, you were trying your best to be patient. He was memorizing every curve, every mark, every inch of your skin as he kissed from your collarbone to your breast. He sucked gently on your skin, his teeth grazing the soft flesh. It was almost like he wanted to mark you up but he was so soft. He didn’t want to ruin your skin. Agonizingly slow he made his way to your right nipple. His eyes flit up to make contact with you while he took it into his mouth rolling his tongue around it. The sensation combined with his steady eye contact was making you squirm. He pulled off with a small pop, smirking when you whined at the lost sensation. He guided you to the bed and laid you down on your back in the middle of it before he was back on you. His body was hovering over yours still frustratingly fully clothed. His mouth was back on your left nipple and you hummed at the sensation. One hand was rolling the other nipple between his fingers softly while the other was tugging your pants down. He pulled back once again to undress you completely.

Kneeling at the end of the bed and staring at you, you felt a little shy under his intense gaze but his breathing was heavy and as you spread your legs apart, he let out a low groan. “Fuck.” You smirked at the effect you were having on him. He stayed there staring at you, drinking you in, while you moved your hands up to cup your breasts. Something snapped in his brain at that and he started pulling off his clothes. You leaned up to cease his movements. “No. It’s my turn.” You weren’t quite as slow as him when he was undressing you. There was a bit more urgency in your fingers as they rid him of his shirt. Fingers running down his toned chest. There were so many scars. Your fingers brushed through the hairs at the base of his abdomen. His delicious happy trail before you unbuttoned his pants. Your eyes were on his as you pulled the zipper down and slipped your hand underneath. Cupping him through the fabric of his boxers he was already hard for you. You could feel him throb against your hand. His whole body shuddered and his head fell back. “Yeah? I haven’t even done anything yet, sir.” A small buck into your hand was all you needed to answer your question. He separated from you and stepped off the bed to rid himself of the rest of his clothes. And there you both were, naked and needy staring at each other.

Shouta’s hands led you back to your original laying down position. His lips crashed against yours as his hands caged your body. The kiss was rougher than before. More passionate. His body was barely hovering above you and the heat coming off of him was intoxicating. Your leg moved up to wrap around his, pulling him in to grind against you. You needed friction. You needed him against you. In you. He groaned into your mouth as his hips ground into yours. He pulled out of the kiss and whispered against your lips. “You’re going to kill me. I’m gonna be a two-pump chump if you aren’t careful.” You both chuckled and he peppered kisses along your jaw.

Kisses started moving lower and lower, back to your breasts and you wiggled underneath him. “Please, Sho. I need you.” He looked up at you and spoke between kisses. “Darling, please. Let me eat you out first. I really really want to.” Who could say no to that? Especially with the way he was looking at you. The pleading look in his eyes. All you had to do was give him a small nod and he was grinning so wide. His kisses led a path from your breasts, to your stomach, to your thighs. Kissing and nibbling everywhere except where you needed him. You shivered as he kissed your mound. So close but so far away. You could feel his hot breath. He kissed your inner thighs and smiled against your skin as it made you squirm. He knew exactly what he was doing. “Mmm. Does someone want my tongue on them?” You glared at him a little as he kissed your thigh making eye contact with you the entire time. He wanted you to beg and you really didn’t want to. It was too much though. “Please, Sho.” That was all he needed and his tongue licked a stripe up your lips to your little clit before giving it a few flicks. “You taste so good, darling. You’re already so wet for me. I want to make you cum until your legs give out.” He said as he rested his cheek against your thigh. Too far away again.

Shouta’s right index and middle fingers moved up to your lips and pressed asking for permission to enter. You took them in eagerly and sucked on them before he even had to tell you to. Swirling your tongue around and in between them made Aizawa groan. Picturing his cock in your pretty mouth instead of his lucky fingers. He pulled them back and ran them through your folds. He teased his fingertips along your hole eliciting a whimper from you, much to his satisfaction. Your hand reached down to weave through his hair trying to pull him closer and that only spurred Shouta on. Slipping just his pointer finger in, he started kissing, licking, and sucking with more speed and pressure than before. Stars sprinkled your vision as he drove you closer and closer to the edge. He slipped his middle finger in and crooked them to massage the spongy sweet spot. His other hand reached up to grab yours. You thought Shouta wanted both hands in his hair but you were surprised when he laced his fingers in yours and simply held onto your hand. What a sap.

As Shouta’s lips latched onto your clit and his fingers pumped into you at a delightfully fast pace, you felt the pressure in your stomach tense even more. Your whole body was tense. Back arching and then flattening back out. Head pushed back into the bed. His hand never left yours. You glanced down to see he was looking up to watch you and that was the last thing you needed. The pressure broke and you trembled under him as your body tensed more and then melted back into the bed. He eased you down by pressing kisses against your thighs and slowly removing his fingers from you. “Holy fuck, Sho.” You mumbled from your dazed state.

Black hair tucked cascaded on your chest as Shouta moved up to rest his chin on you, beaming wide at your face. “What?” You looked at him a little confused or at least as much as you could emote from cloud nine. “You look so pretty when you’re cumming. I think I need to see it again.” His words sent shots of warmth rushing to your core again. “Just a moment and I’ll take care of you too.” He shook his head against your skin. “I don’t care about that right now. I just want to be inside you, darling.” Shouta said it so casually. Like it wasn’t hot as fuck. You whimpered a little and nodded at him. His eyes lit up and he slowly moved off of you and the bed, you could tell he wanted to jump up and run to his bag but held back.

Shouta’s form was so rough. His skin wasn’t smooth. It was littered with scars. His muscles weren’t extremely defined but your eyes drank in every divot there was. He was rock hard as he rolled the condom onto his tip. You didn’t notice the drops of precum on the edge of the bed before. He was that turned on while eating you. Yup. Sent from heaven. As he moved back to the bed, his knees pressing into it and shifting you in the process, you got a good look at him. He was perfect. The perfect length and the perfect girth. You didn’t realize you’d been staring until Shouta’s finger moved to close your gaping jaw. “I’m not that impressive, Y/N. You don’t have to pretend.” Your brows knitted together as you looked at him. He didn’t have the same confidence as before. His cheeks were tinged pink and he wouldn’t make eye contact with you. “Sho…you’re perfect. Don’t say that.” He shook his head and shrugged a little as he leaned down to kiss you shoulder. “Tai has got to have a massive dick right? Like he has to. There’s no way it’s not huge.” You couldn’t help the yelp of laughter that you let out. Covering your mouth as you shook trying to hide the laugh. “I mean yeah obviously. But that doesn’t mean anything. I don’t want Tai, you goof. And size isn’t everything. That shit hurt.”

The both of you were laughing as he moved farther up the bed to lay next to you on his side. His hand ran along your leg and pulled you so you were on your side and your leg was crooked over his. Your bodies were so close. There was more skin touching than not and you wrapped your arms around him. Kissing up his jaw as he aligned himself and slowly started to thrust into you. Just a little at a time. Small slow thrusts that felt so good. His lips locked with yours and your eyes fluttered closed as he kissed you like you’d never been kissed before. Your movements were one, him thrusting into you and you moving your hips onto his. Small moans and groans escaped in between kisses.

Being this close and intimate with someone was new. There was passion. There was a different level of connection. He wanted to be one with you and not just in a carnal way. He wanted to face you and be as close as he could to you while you had sex. While you made love. You had used that terminology for sex before but now you knew what it really meant. This was making love. His hips pushing themselves into you as he moaned into your shoulder. Your fingers were once again in his hair and you could feel his cute smile even if you couldn’t see it. “Darling. You feel so good. Fuck. I could lay like this forever.” His raspy voice in your ear sent shivers down your spine. He started pumping into you a little faster. His hips snapped into you and each movement made him moan. He was delightfully vocal. His hand moved from holding your thigh over him to cupping your ass cheek, using the grip to get more momentum and giving you a new angle that knocked the air out of you with how good it felt. You knew his noises from the phone calls. You knew he was getting closer with you. “Shit.” He groaned as you clenched around him. “Fuck. Are you going to cum with me, Y/N? Please, darling, I want to feel you cum around me.” He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew what that position was doing to you and as his thrusts became more erratic, so did your noises.

Gripping onto each other so tight, moving together like you had dreamt so many times, the two of you came together. Shouta cried your name into your shoulder and you gasped his out. It was perfect. It was the perfect first time together. He moved his mouth back to yours and took your lips in a much more gentle and calm kiss as he slowed his movements. “Wow.”He whispered against your lips. “Wow is right.” You replied. Pulling out left you with such an empty feeling. His arms leaving yours. His body no longer pressed against you. He held his hand out to you and helped you get up. Your legs wobbled a little and he couldn’t help but smirk. “Having trouble walking already? I only made you cum twice.“ Only. That was a concerning word. This had already been amazing, the idea of him fucking you into oblivion was a pretty nice one. He helped you to the bathroom and tossed the condom in the trash before heading towards the kitchen. “Anything special you would like to request, darling?” He smiled when you mumbled something along the lines of no I’m okay. He started perusing the cabinets and grabbed a couple of snacks. Two bananas, a half bar of chocolate and he poured two glasses of water before heading back to the bedroom and resting them on the nightstand.

Rejoining you in the bathroom Shouta grabbed a hand towel and cleaned himself up before grabbing one for you as well. You were still sitting on the toilet but hadn’t stood up yet no he knew exactly why. “Come here.” He helped you up again and guided you back to the bed. He pulled the covers up and helped you lay down underneath them. “Sweatpants?” You pointed at the dresser in the corner. He pulled out some comfy clothes for you and started dressing you again. “Here. Drink some water and have a banana and some chocolate, okay?” His lips pressed a small kiss to your forehead as he left you to go put his boxers back on. The warmth of his body was back as he climbed into the bed next to you. Munching on the banana with a smile. You could get used to this.

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fizzyxcustard · 4 years

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Unhappy, Unholy Matrimony

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Dwarf!Wife, Dwarf!Fem!Reader x Dwarf!Husband, slight Thorin Oakenshield x Dwarf!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, loneliness, arranged marriage, unhappiness, slight smut mention, infidelity, no happy ending

Comments: I haven’t written a summary as it’s above in the header. It kinda took on a life of its own half way through and the ending pretty much came out of nowhere.

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You felt swallowed by the huge gathering before you. Swirling shapes and colours were all around you, dancing to sweet, upbeat music that was being played by a group of musicians. They were all red-faced, full of alcohol, enjoying their melodies.

The couples dancing all looked happy, fulfilled and enjoying life. It made you sigh in contemplation and you sat down at one of the long tables that was situated at the side of the huge hall. Only a few people remained seated, drinking and conversing over old times. Your husband was off somewhere, probably discussing old war conquests with his friends, something you had little interest in hearing for a hundredth time.

You let out a sigh and let the loneliness swallow you.

“How are you enjoying the evening?” a familiar, baritone voice came.

You turned in your seat to see the king, Thorin, standing behind you. He’d only been crowned two months and had already brought Erebor back from ruin, turning into a flourishing kingdom of peace and prosperity.

“M...my Lord,” you stuttered, and flew to your feet.

“Do not stand on ceremony,” Thorin beamed. “I have been hoping I would be able to catch you.” Those eyes had always made you weak. Even in your younger days when you had served him in the Blue Mountains. Before your arranged marriage, before all of this. You fondly remembered the days when you would attend to him and then sit beside him, enjoying the sun set. You had forged a deep bond. But you had both knew then that it would always be impossible to take it any further. Your futures were not destined to entwine.

“The queen looks beautiful tonight,” you said softly, looking at the beautiful blonde Dwarf woman who was dancing with Dwalin. She was a pleasant woman, kind and compassionate. Thorin seemed to genuinely care for her, so maybe he was happy with his life.

“Yes,” Thorin replied, turning away. To him, it would always be you who would hold the position of the most beautiful. No one else could ever compete. “Yes, she does.” Through his eyes, the queen was attractive, but she would never be you. Even in their love making, Thorin imagined you. It took everything within him to not call out your name when he climaxed. His dreams were littered with visions of you holding a newborn bundle, a beautiful creation between you both.

“Are you alright?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows at the quiet king.

“I’m sorry,” Thorin replied softly, breaking free from his thoughts. “Would you join me for a few minutes?”

“Of course,” you told him and followed on behind the king. You noticed his eyes surveying the area where the queen was. Maybe hoping she wouldn’t notice him slip away with another woman?

Thorin guided you down an empty hall and you instantly recognised the room he was taking you into: the council chambers. No one would have been in there at this time of night.

Your heart was racing in excitement and anticipation. To be alone with him again, to hear his voice.

“I need to tell you before it consumes me,” Thorin gasped, closing the doors to the chambers behind him. “It’s ripped me apart from the inside every day since I watched you get married.”

You knew what he was about to say and dashed to him, taking his hands. “I love you, too,” you said, looking at him, your eyes filling with tears. “I’ve loved you for so long. And it’s killing me each day having to live a life that I know is a lie.”

Thorin threw you both into a hot kiss and between gasps and pants, you let your combusting passion guide your movements. That evening, you broke your marriage vows to him you did not love, in favour of the one you did. Thorin pinned you to the table and took you, and he did not disappoint. Many times you had to bite your lip to stop yourself calling too loud and gaining unwanted attention.

When Thorin withdrew from you, he placed his head on your chest and closed his eyes. “My heart is yours. It will be forever,” he whispered. You brushed your hand through his hair and kissed his brow. Tears fell down your cheeks as you thought on all the cold nights that awaited you. This would be the only night that you would ever feel true warmth.

“Everyone will wonder where we have gone,” you told Thorin reluctantly.

“Just one more moment, my love. Let me imagine it’s our wedding night and we’re happy.”

****

You pondered for many years afterward if Mahal’s will for your life had been altered by the intentions of your father who had arranged your marriage. But the will of Mahal had broken through all the sadness and loneliness, to bring you a son.

Your husband loved your son, doting on him. But in your heart, you knew who had sired the boy. He had black, raven hair which fell in waves and his eyes were pure ocean blue. Even when Thorin had seen him, an expression of realisation and shock washed over the king’s features. That night you shared with the king was never spoken of, nor was the true siring of your son. In your son’s features, posture and personality was a king that would never be.

Your son and that night you shared with the king, would always remain the pinnacle of all Erebor’s treasures and the gifts that Thorin could give you.

****

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tothemeadow · 4 years

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You're awesome :3 keep up the lovely creations :D !! Errr soo I have been having this really angst and sad scenario where senjuro is a demona slayer and he accompanies kyoujuro to the train mission... and he dies instead XD protecting him and all *hides face* I just thought of giving you this idea, and you're free to decline... heh as if I need more sadness now XD

First of all, thank you so much! Second of all, I made myself fucking cry while writing this.

warnings: ANGST, death, mentions of blood

words: 2,700

The sound of shrieking fills the air.

He doesn’t know where it’s coming from. All he can see are giant flames, brilliant hues of orange and red reaching up towards the star-spangled sky. Its crackling is almost deafening to his ears; Senjuro presses his palms against his ears, trying to block out the sound. After the night he’s had so far, he wants nothing more to do with fire and trains.

To his side, he can barely make out Kyojuro’s words to Tanjiro. The boy made it out alive, thank the gods. He and that funny pig-headed guy successfully took down Lower Rank One, thus saving the day. In all honesty, Senjuro only wants to lie down and clock out. The passengers are safe. The demon is dead. Everyone can go home now.

A gentle tug at his haori grabs his attention. Dropping his hands, Senjuro looks down at his elder brother’s smiling face. Although he’s positively beaming, he looks incredibly tired. Senjuro can’t blame him; this night has been trying on everybody.

“Are you alright?” Kyojuro asks him.

Senjuro wants to tell him yes, he’s fine, but he can’t really bring himself to do so. He’s still relatively new at this whole “demon slayer” thing, and a battle this huge has sucked all energy out of him. “I’m not sure,” Senjuro says truthfully.

Kyojuro merely nods his head. “You’re not injured?”

At that, Senjuro shakes his head. If anything, he managed to get away with a couple bruises and scratches. He’s nowhere near Tanjiro’s fragile state. His eyes shift to the other, and he swallows hard. The front of Tanjiro’s uniform is drenched with blood, but it seems to be slowing. His breathing is steady, just like how Kyojuro’s is.

“I’m glad to know you’re safe,” Kyojuro tells him.

Senjuro joins him at his side, dropping down to his knees. The two brothers promptly give each other a hug; Senjuro begins to laugh in relief, his entire body shaking from the adrenaline leaking through his pores. Even Tanjiro flashes him a smile. He looks incredibly pained as he does, but Senjuro appreciates the notion nonetheless.

“Can we go home now?” Senjuro asks Kyojuro. With a laugh, Kyojuro ruffles the messy strands of Senjuro’s hair.

“Yeah,” Kyojuro says, his eyes turning soft. “We can.”

Things should have ended there. Everyone would’ve been safe, happy, alive. But, as fate likes to have it, it wasn’t.

A short distance away from where the three sit, something crashes into the surface, kicking up dust. The cloud dissipates into the night sky, revealing a tattooed demon. Senjuro’s throat goes dry. It happens all too fast – the demon, coming after Tanjiro and attempting to smash his skull in; Kyojuro, sweeping his blade in a graceful arc and successfully slicing the demon’s arm in half.

Normally, Senjuro would be in awe of his brother’s incredible reflexes, but this man – this demon… Fear clutches onto Senjuro, squeezes the breath from his lungs. He grabs the hilt of his blade and draws himself to a stand. So, the fight isn’t over after all.

“Nice blade,” the demon says, nodding his head towards Kyojuro.

Kyojuro ignores the so-called compliment. “To target a wounded person… I cannot understand why.”

Rolling his shoulders, the demon cocks his head. “These two would only get between us. They’re in the way.”

At the comment, Senjuro’s blood runs cold. So, the demon’s here for Kyojuro. He doesn’t necessarily know why, but he has the inkling it has to do with Kyojuro’s status as a Pillar.

Kyojuro scoffs. “Do we have something to talk about? It’s only our first time meeting, but I already hate you.”

The demon smirks. “Really? Well, I hate weak humans, too. It’s disgusting to see them roam about in this world.”

“Then our moral values differ greatly,” Kyojuro responds, not missing a beat. His voice is dangerously level; Senjuro’s not sure he’s ever heard his brother speak in such a way before.

“I see.” The demon snaps his tongue, almost as if he’s lost in thought. “Then I have a proposal for you: why don’t you become a demon?”

Senjuro’s eyes immediately fly to Kyojuro. What kind of question is that? Oh, gods, please don’t let him even think about it.

Still, Kyojuro’s voice still holds that cool, devoid tone. Wherever this conversation is heading, it’s not going to end pretty. “Not a chance.”

The demon presses on. “You’re a Pillar, right? I can tell by your strength. You’re battle spirit… It’s impressive. You’re get close to supreme territory, you know that?”

He should move, dammit. He should get Tanjiro out of here. He should swing his blade at the demon’s neck. But why – why isn’t Senjuro doing anything? His legs won’t move. He’s shaking so bad, so furiously, yet the others are deadly calm.

“I am the Flame Pillar, Rengoku Kyojuro,” Kyojuro says simply. He should be proud of wearing the title, just like how Senjuro is proud of him.

“Akaza,” the demon introduces himself. “Kyojuro, I’m going to tell you why you can’t cross into supreme territory; you’re a human. You’ll grow old, you’ll die. It’s that simple. But, if you become a demon… You can live for hundreds of years, become stronger.”

Senjuro does not like where this Akaza guy is getting at. If he thinks he can persuade Kyojuro this easily, and for something like becoming a demon, he’s got another thing coming. He notices Tanjiro stirring around on the ground, seemingly trying to get up. No, don’t do it, Senjuro thinks. He can’t stand the thought of Tanjiro putting himself in danger again.

“You’re wrong,” Kyojuro pipes up. “Growing old and dying… That’s the fleeting beauty of being a human being. Because they can grow old. They can die. They’re astounding, lovable, and precious. Strength isn’t a word they use about the body. These boys here, they aren’t weak. Don’t you dare insult them.

“And I’ll say it again: you and I have different morals. No matter how hard life gets, how hard I fight to survive, I will never become a demon.”

“Aniki,” Senjuro murmurs. Hot tears prick his eyes, threaten to roll down his cheeks. Kyojuro is such a wonderful person. It’s no wonder Senjuro looks up to him. To be like his older brother, so kind and passionate about the simplest things, it’s incredible. Senjuro wants nothing more in life. As long as Kyojuro continues to smile at him, to guide him along his life’s path, he is at peace with his life.

Akaza releases a sigh, disappointed with Kyojuro’s decision. “I see.” Senjuro’s heart thumps as Akaza abruptly takes on an offensive stance. “If you won’t become a demon, then I’ll kill you!”

This can’t be happening.

A sob rips itself from Senjuro’s throat as the two spring into action. All he can do is stand dumbly to the side, blade quivering in his unsteady hands. The two move too fast for his eyes to follow; swirls of color and dust fill his vision, leave his mind reeling. Where’s Kyojuro? Where’s Akaza?

Fire floods Kyojuro’s body, his full strength coming to light. Despite his fearful crying, Senjuro’s in awe of his brother’s wondrous abilities. To be strong, to be on fire, to be so damned amazing – this is the way of the Fire Pillar. The name has been carried by the Rengoku clan for generations, and Kyojuro is doing a superb job of upholding it.

The shouting filling Senjuro’s ears is undecipherable. He knows Akaza’s yelling, going on about how Kyojuro should just give up and give in to becoming a demon. But Kyojuro wouldn’t do that. No, not with the life he’s living now. Being alive is a gift in itself. It’s beautiful and fleeting, just like he said.

Again, Tanjiro struggles to move. Like Senjuro, he wants to get up and fight, but his body won’t allow it.

“Don’t move!” Kyojuro’s voice booms over the sound of fighting. “Tanjiro, if your wound opens, it’ll be fatal! Standby!”

Tanjiro is stunned silent. His jaw drops, but no sound comes out. He looks up to Senjuro with frantic eyes.

“Don’t focus on the weaklings, Kyojuro!” Akaza screeches. “Give me all you got! Focus on me! Fight me!”

The sound of footsteps and puffing breath reach Senjuro’s ears. Turning his head, the pig-headed guy, Inosuke, runs up to his side. “Wow,” he breathes, and he’s completely shocked to a standstill, just like the other two.

This battle, full of blood and flames, engraves itself into Senjuro’s brain. His eyes refuse to blink despite the tears rolling down his cheeks. He wants to jump in, to help his beloved elder brother, but everything is moving too fast. There’s simply no opening in sight.

It stays like this for five, ten, fifteen minutes. Senjuro has completely lost all track of time. Hours may have passed, maybe even seconds. It’s impossible to tell anymore.

As a cloud of smoke dissipates into the night sky, the two fighters reappear, both standing in a defensive pose. Senjuro nearly chokes at the sight of blood soaking his brother’s clothes and coloring his face. This isn’t supposed to be how it goes. Kyojuro’s the Flame Pillar for gods’ sakes.

“It’s pointless, Kyojuro,” Akaza drawls. “All the hits you’ve made on me have already healed. But you… What about you? Your left eye is smashed, your ribs are broken, and your organs are wounded. There’s no way for you to recover from this. If you were a demon, you could heal yourself in a blink of an eye. All of this would be a mere scratch. No matter how much you struggle, you can’t beat me. Humans can’t beat demons.”

Both Inosuke and Tanjiro are trembling. They have to feel this dangerous sense in the air, just like Senjuro is. It’s coming.

The end is coming.

“I will fulfill my duties!” Kyojuro exclaims, raising his blade. “I won’t let anybody die here!”

Senjuro can’t move his eyes away from Akaza. The demon seems to be mumbling to himself, an awed expression playing on his face. He has no idea what Akaza is thinking, but his gut is saying something entirely different.

“You should really become a demon, Kyojuro!” Akaza screams, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He ducks down and Senjuro can practically feel the air thrumming around him. “Let’s fight for all eternity!”

Boom.

Akaza disappears in another cloud of dust; the air screams as its split in half from his blinding speed.

“No,” Senjuro mutters. “No!”

It’s at that moment his feet kick into gear. If he doesn’t do something now, Kyojuro’s going to end up dead. His heart races inside his chest, furiously pounding against his ribcage, but he doesn’t stop. He’s running blindly towards his older brother, rivers of tears streaming down his cheeks and splattering onto the dirt below. Kyojuro’s spent his entire life looking out for Senjuro; now it’s Senjuro’s turn to do the protecting. He’s been standing on the sideline for too long.

He’s a slayer, after all.

“Senjuro!” Tanjiro screams, his voice cracking towards the end.

Blood roars in Senjuro’s ears. He refuses to stop. He presses himself to go harder. It’s all for Kyojuro.

“Aniki!” Senjuro yells.

He can’t see through the dust. For a moment, he truly believes he’s gone by, but then the dust clears away once more. Akaza stands in front of him, disbelief reflecting in his eyes. For some reason, he doesn’t meet Senjuro’s eyes. Senjuro quickly glances down and chokes on a gasp. Akaza’s arm… is completely rammed through his abdomen.

Blood bubbles to the surface, stains Akaza’s tattooed arm and his own uniform. Senjuro gulps.

Kyojuro’s good eye widens at the sight before him. His own little brother, standing in front of him, with Akaza’s arm bursting out of his back. “Senjuro…?”

His face darkens in a fit of rage. His hands grips on the hilt of his blade; electricity sparkles to the ends of his fingertips and his vision turns red. An anguished cry of pure, unadulterated rage bellows throughout the night as he brings his blade down on Akaza’s neck.

It doesn’t slice all the way through, due to the thick muscle of Akaza’s neck. Cursing under his breath, Akaza throws his left arm out in a punch, trying to drive Kyojuro away. Just as his fist is about to make contact with Kyojuro’s bloodied face, Kyojuro’s other hand quickly clenches around Akaza’s wrist.

“Fuck, let me go!” Akaza screeches.

His right arm flexes inside of Senjuro’s body, sending shocks of pain up the boy’s spine. A fresh new wave of tears spills down his face. Both he and Kyojuro scream at each other in their deathly grips; from what Senjuro can see, the blade of Kyojuro’s sword slices further into Akaza’s neck.

“Inosuke, move! Come on! Move towards Rengoku-san!” Tanjiro’s scratchy voice yells.

Out of the corner of his eye, Senjuro can see the other two slayers running towards the three of them. In the distance, the first rays of dawn begin to peek across the tops of the trees. Holding his breath, Senjuro watches as Tanjiro and Inosuke close in on Akaza.

However, it’s too late.

With a great leap, Akaza breaks himself free of Kyojuro’s grasp. Both of his arms get torn off in the process, but his wild eyes and grit teeth are more than enough to show that he doesn’t care. With Kyojuro’s blade still stuck in his neck, he makes a beeline for the trees. Tanjiro immediately takes after him, screaming with rage.

“You coward!” Tanjiro bellows. “You damn coward! Rengoku-san won! He’s amazing! He’s strong! He’ll never lose, especially not to you!”

Senjuro drops to his knees.

“Oh, gods, no, no, no,” Kyojuro rambles, hastily dropping by Senjuro’s side. His bloody hands clutch Senjuro by the shoulders, force him to stay straight up. “Senjuro-“

Senjoru openly weeps. He feels his brother’s hands stroking his hair and face, but the tears won’t stop. It hurts so much. Blood and tears pool around him, and there’s nothing that can be done about it.

“Senjuro, look at me,” Kyojuro pleads. His face is a sore sight to look at; bruises are beginning to appear on his jaw and cheekbone, plus the blood flowing down his eye and down his mouth looks more like grotesque waterfalls. It paints Senjuro to see his elder brother like this.

With trembling hands, Senjuro latches weakly onto the fabric of Kyojuro’s cape. “A-aniki,” he hiccups, “I don’t want to die.”

Tears prick the corners of Kyojuro’s eyes. “You’re not, Senjuro. I refuse to let you. Just keep breathing, okay?”

“I just wanted to protect you,” Senjuro continues. He knows he’s rambling at this point, but he has to get these words out before he never has the chance to ever again. “You- you’ve always been the one protecting others. I wanted… I didn’t want to see you die.”

“You did a great job,” Kyojuro chokes out. “I’m so proud of you. I always was.”

Senjuro’s vision blurs. Whether it’s from the tears or blood loss, he doesn’t know. “I’m… I’m going to see Mom again, aren’t I?”

This time, Kyojuro can’t hold back the sob that leaves his throat. He clutches Senjuro to his chest, buries his face in Senjuro’s hair. “My boy. My beautiful boy.”

Gorgeous streaks of pink and orange fill the morning sky. Pulling away, Kyojuro flashes Senjuro a heart wrenching smile. It’s soft, just like the sun. Kyojuro’s always been like the sun in Senjuro’s eyes: so full of life, bright, amazing. All he ever wanted was to be like his brother.

Over Kyojuro’s shoulder, a shimmering form appears in the sunlight. It’s someone Senjuro hasn’t seen in a long time.

“Mom?”

His mother smiles softly. “You protected your brother, Senjuro. Thank you.”

“Can I… Can I go home now?”

His mother nods her head. “Yes.”

With a sniffle, Senjuro looks back to Kyojuro. “Aniki… I’ll say hi to Mom for you.”

Kyojuro’s face scrunches, his shoulders shaking, but that pained smile still remains. “I look forward to meeting you again, Senjuro.”

“I do too, Aniki. I do too.”

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #mugen train #kny mugen train #rengoku kyojuro #renguko senjuro #kyojuro rengoku #senjuro rengoku #rengoku brothers #request #i made myself sad #brb gonna go cry

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prrplwtch · 4 years

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maybe a hc for an oblivious mc?? the brothers trying to make a pass at her and mc just doesn't get it

Thanks for the ask nonny 💜 Sorry it took me a while to reply.

So here we go - each of the brothers x oblivious MC. Also, apologies, I got carried away with Satan and Asmo’s stories.

Lucifer

Lucifer has always considered himself to be quite sleek when it came to romantic endeavors, but, somehow, when it came to MC it seemed that either his charm did not quite work or that she was the densest being to ever walk all the realms.

When Lucifer had try asking her to go to one of Diablo’s balls with him, she simply replied, “But aren’t we already all going together?”

When he took her out to resturante six for, what in his mind was a nice romantic evening, she said, “It’s so nice to be able to have evenings like this with a friend”.

And, to add insult to injury, one day he had Simeon approach him and say, with that know-it-all smile of his, that MC was quite upset. As it turned out she confessed to the angel that she really liked Lucifer, but she did not think that he felt the same.

After that conversation Lucifer sought out MC and made it abundantly clear to her that he liked her.

“Whoa,” MC said, when he broke off their kiss, “I had no idea you felt this way about me”.

Lucifer had to physically restrain himself from facepalming. How did I end up falling in love with this human, of all beings?

Mammon

Deep down Mammon knows that he is not very good at showing that he is into someone, so he understands that he does not really have any grounds to be particularly upset that MC does not seem to pick up on his affections.

Still, it hurts when he finally works up the courage to put his arm around MC’s shoulders as they are watching a movie, and she gets up to go get a glass of water.

And it hurts even more when he tells her one day that being around her feels better than having money to buy all the things he wants, and she responds with, “I’m glad we are such great friends”.

Mammon gets sulky - it’s hard for him to work up the courage to show his true feelings and, also, a large part of him feels that he does not deserve her. Maybe I am actually the scum my brothers say that I am.

However, when one day MC asks him why he is so sad, he does not want to admit to anything. Then, a moment later, a part of him wants to kill Beel - and another part wants to hug him - when his brother tells MC, “Mammon is sad because he likes you.”

He completely forgets that Beel is even in the room when MC turns to him and says, “I also really like you. I wish you had told me sooner”. Mammon does not think he’s ever been so happy.

Leviathan

Levi is rather shy when it comes to communicating his feelings, but that does not mean he does not try. Indirectly.

I mean, how could MC not pick up on the fact that he is very much in love with her when he suggests that the two of them play a dating simulator game, where the people playing will remain inside the game until they confess their love to each other for real. He feels kind of hurt, when MC refuses the game by saying, “Sounds cool, but I’m more of a fantasy RPG kinda girl. Maybe some other time”.

He gets even sadder when, just a few days after he and MC watch a certain anime where the main character confesses his love for the girl by making her do a scavenger hunt in a video game, he sets up a similar one in one of his video games, but MC refuses to play it, saying that she has a lot of work to do for the next school day.

Levi feels quite sad about the situation, although he is not surprised. He knows he should not have gotten his hopes up - after all who would ever love an otaku like him? Definitely not someone as precious as MC.

He is all the more surprised when one day MC comes to his room and says that she wants to talk. “I just needed to get this off my chest,” she tells him, “I just want you to know that I really like you...even if you don’t feel the same.”

Levi is incredulous and at first thinks that one of her brothers put her up to it - but when she assures him that she is being honest, he cannot help, but smile like a fool. Turns out life can be even better than anime, sometimes.

Satan

Satan does not really has much experience in romantic affairs - and to an extent he begins to regret it when he realizes just how difficult it is to communicate his true feelings to MC.

In order to properly prepare, he reads a lot of books about love and also watches quite a bit of dramas. From them, he seems to be able to come up with a perfect date. He decides to invite MC to an amazing bakery in the Devildom, and then take her on a scenic walk to a beautiful garden. MC agrees, and everything seems to be going according to plan until, as they are sitting together in the garden and Satan is about to make his feelings known, MC turns to him and says, “I am so lucky to be able to enjoy such an amazing afternoon with my dear friend”.

Though sad, he did not give up then - and dived further into researching ways in which he could make his feelings known. As he was watching one of the love dramas he heard one character tell their love interest that without them, their life would be as cold and dark as winter night without stars. He thought that was the perfect way to confess his feelings, so on one occasion, when he and MC were spending time together he told her just that. “Ah, I feel that same. What is life without friends, after all?” was her response.

Satan was getting frustrated and sad - he was convinced now that MC must have not liked him back - there was no way anyone would be so oblivious. Apparently, his foul mood showed at dinner, as MC turned to him and said, “Satan, you look quite unhappy - is everything ok?”

“Satan is sad because he’d much rather be flipping something - or dare I say someone - else around rather than the pages of his book tonight,” Asmo interferes before Satan has a chance to answer. He feels hot blush on his cheeks, and he wants to strangle Asmo.

“Oh...” MC says, “Do you like someone?”

“Of course he does,” Asmo says, somehow managing to avoid the plate that Satan threw at him, “I’ll even give you three hints - it’s someone cute, someone human, and someone who lives in our house.”

The blush that spreads across MC’s cheeks is red hot, and Satan freezes, not knowing what to do.

“Now then, lovebirds, why don’t I give you some privacy?” Asmo says as he leaves the room.

Satan cannot bring himself to look at MC, but she comes up to him and stands right in front of him, and there is nowhere else to look. “Was it true what Asmo said?” she says.

“Yes,” Satan breathes out and feels so at ease having finally parted with the secret. That is until he remembers the “flip around” part, and hastily says, “No. Ah wait...Yes, actually, I do really like you.”

The way MC beams at him warms his heart. “I like you too,” she says, then suddenly there is a shy look on her face. “Although would you mind if we take the whole entire “flip around thing” slower,” she whispers, “I don’t think I am quite ready yet.”

Satan does not know if he wants to kill or thank Asmo.

Asmodeus

Asmo is an expert when it comes to all things related to the matters of love and lust, and that is why he finds himself quite perplexed when it turns out to be a little difficult to get MC to understand his feelings.

First, Asmo decides to try his trusted and true seduction method. So he invites MC to his room, and when she arrives, all he is wearing is a quite revealing lingerie. MC stops in the doorway when she sees him, and Asmo is glad - looks like it is having a desired effect. “Oh, is that the cute nightgown you wanted to show me?” MC asks him as she proceeds into the room, “That’s so cool - I don’t think I’ve ever seen material like that in the human world. You simply must show me where you bought it.” Somehow instead of having night of passion, Asmo finds himself having a night full of fashion advice and discussions.

Deciding that his more subtle moves probably won’t work, Asmo thinks that he needs to be direct and confess his feelings to MC. So, when they are spending time together, he tells her, “I love you”. His heart sings when MC seems to reciprocate his feelings and replies, “I love you too,” and sinks when she adds, “I’m so glad that I had a chance to meet a friend like you”.

Asmo finds himself very sad - it’s the first time he feels this way about someone, and she does not seem to love him back. A part of him knows why - being am avatar of lust, he is, no doubt, hard to love. Why did I ever think I deserve to be loved by someone like her? Sadness makes Asmo do the thing that he usually does when he is upset - try to see how many one-night stands can cure his broken heart.

One night, when he is stumbling back from the club, feeling surprisingly tired and empty, he stumbles upon MC in the kitchen of House of Lamentation. He notices that she looks at him sadly as he greets her.

“What’s wrong?” he asks her, “Did someone hurt you?”

“It’s nothing,” MC says, but he comes closer to her, and takes her face in his hands. She takes a deep breath, “It may be unfair of me to lay all of this on you, but I like you - like really really like you. And it’s hard for me to see you with others...” Her voice is no louder than a whisper.

Asmo’s heart fills with warmth that slowly spreads through his body.

“I understand that was not fair of me to say,” MC continues not looking at him, “Please forgive me for ever bringing this up.”

Asmo gently lifts her chin, then looks into her eyes. There is hurt there - but also love, and his whole body feels light - no one had ever looked at him like that.

“There is nothing to forgive,” he says, “I love you - I just did not know you felt the same way.”

MC’s eyes are wide, and Asmo could not help himself, but smile - humans can be so silly some times.

“And if you want to be with me,” he says, as he draws her in for an embrace, “I will only be with you”.

When MC buries her face in his chest, Asmo feels as though he died and went to Celestial realm.

Beelzebub

Beel is not very good when it comes to communicating his feelings so he seeks advice of his brothers on what to do. Somehow his brothers end up being slip into two camps, giving him the opposite kinds of advice - the first one is to be direct and tell MC about his feelings, and the second one is to be suggestive without expressly stating his feelings.

So Beel, being himself, decides to try the direct approach first. During one of the times that he and MC are cooking in the kitchen together he simply turns to her and says, “I love you”. He is happy at how easy it was and even happier when MC smiles brightly at him. However, his happiness quickly dies, when she responds, “You are my best friend, Beel, I love you too”.

After the direct approach fails, he has to resort to the second one. Beel is not quite sure about how to be “suggestive without being direct,” so Asmo coaches him on what to say. Beel is not sure if Asmo’s suggestion is the best way to go, but his brother insists that he is an avatar of lust - and that thus Beel should trust him.

So Beel cooks a romantic dinner for MC, which they end up eating in his room. Feeling blush rise in his cheeks, as the time approaches for him to try those “sleek lines”, Beel is slightly panicked. But they have already finished eating, and now is the time!

“You-you know,” Beel says, trying to get himself to stop blushing, “There is something else I wanted to taste tonight - that is if you don’t mind?”

“Oh,” MC asks “Do you have some sweets hidden in the room, Beel? Is it those chocolates you gave me the other day. Ah, I really hope it’s those chocolates”.

Needless to say, Beel had no heart to tell her that it was not sweets he was talking about. He was feeling quite sad - he really liked MC, but it was so hard to let his feelings known. He was all out of approaches, and seeing how his brothers did not seem to have anything else useful to say, he considered asking advice from Simeon.

However, before he was able to leave the room, Belphie walked through the door. “She likes you too,” Belphie told him, as he handed him a piece of paper “Thank me later”.

The note was in Beel’s handwriting, which Belphie had gotten really good at imitating through the years, and laid out Beel’s feelings for MC. The note ended with asking MC to go on a date with him if she felt the same way.

“Flip it,” Belphie told him, and when Beel did he saw a few words, scribbled in MC’s handwriting, accepting the invitation.

Beel could feel his heart fill with joy and happiness - and even the ever persistent feeling of hunger was gone, at least for now. She liked him back.

Belphegor

Belphie has never been good when it came to communicating his feelings, so it was little surprise when it was clear that MC did not understand that he was falling for her.

When he had learned about the human world’s Valentine’s day, he decided to ask her to spend the whole day with him. Surely, she will know what I mean. To his surprise, MC agreed quite easily. As they were spending time together on Valentine’s day mostly lounging around and eating candies, Belphie thought that it was a good time to make the next move. But, before he was able to do so, MC said, “I’m so grateful to be able to spend the day with my best friend”. Needless to say, Belphie did not confess to her that day.

He decided that maybe he needed to be more bold, and next time they were spending time in the attic room asked MC to come to the bed with him. To his surprise, she agreed. “I could use a nap”.

When they settled into the bed with MC being the little spoon, Belphie thought about what he was going to say - how to make it abundantly clear to her that he liked her, when MC said, “Napping with friends is the best - it’s too bad I have never done that before”.

Belphie felt frustrated - but at the same time seeing MC cuddling sleepily in his arms, he could not feel too mad. After all, does he really need her to understand his feelings right away if she is so soft, and warm, and smiling, and sleeping peacefully in his arms?

Just Belphie was drifting off to sleep, he whispered quietly, “I love you.” To his greatest surprise he heard MC’s respond, “I love you too”. Maybe she did understand more than she let on.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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ancientechos · 4 years

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FFXIVwrite2020 | Masterlist

Ship: Musosai & Laurelis [WoL] [platonic]

Expac/Verse: SB, Samurai level 60 quest spoilers

Words: 792 words

“Please, Master, we don’t have to do this!”

The miqo’te’s pleas fall upon deaf ears as Musosai draws his katana, shaking his head. Never had he imagined his final battle would be upon snowy mountains, but within grassy fields. The blades of grass themselves would cry out with their dewy scent as their katana blades slashed and clashed, slicing their petalled heads to the ground.

He supposes there is as much poetry in seeing the streaks of blood stain the pure white snow as the fragile snowflakes whip around them.

“‘Tis not your master who stands before you now, but an unrepentant evil.” Slowly, he shifts his stance, his eyes narrowing as he takes in her outline in the storm. “If you do not strike me down, it is you who will fall.”

How he hopes not. This beleaguered, kind girl...her very presence had been a salve to him as much as her ebullient optimism had wounded him. She had been so bright, so pure that even as he passed his knowledge to her, he had felt utterly poisonous, unworthy of her attentions. Not deserving of the brilliant beam of a smile she so often gave him, the determination in her voice, her unquenchable passion and adoration for the world. On one hand — it had revived him. And yet, just as much, he had felt his true self fester.

Unworthy. He was not worthy of Laurelis’ candour, her joy, her respect. He was merely another evil to be cut aside and vanquished. And he knew she was ready to do so.

If only she would draw the katana strapped to her side.

She stumbles in the snow, darting away from his strikes with an unprecedented quickness even in this weather. Her mismatched gaze takes in his every move, his every blow as he whirls across this world of white. And yet not a single drop of red mars the expanse around them, for neither has yet managed to lay a finger upon the other.

“Please, master, let’s...! Let’s just go home!” Instead, she sees fit to waste her breath upon piteous pleas and excuses. Even though she knows full well he is not, and will never be...her master. Because that man is a farce.

“Is this truly the culmination of all Musosai has ever taught you? His legacy?” he hisses through clenched teeth as he brings another slash down upon her. “To simply beg and plead as evil reigns? Truly, what a fool of a man, no better than a simple cur.”

His next blow meets ringing steel — and holds. Laurelis glowers at him with grim, heterochromatic eyes, her ears flattened to her pink hair. Her jaw is set as she pushes him away, her tail lashing from side to side. Finally. Finally, he has made her angry enough to kill him. She finally hates him.

The smile that crosses his face is bittersweet. He’s simply relieved it will finally end — and that, perhaps, he will not have to cut down his star student.

Ah —

It takes not even a moment, and she’s slipped past his defenses to knock the katana hurtling from his hands. The metal sings as if embeds itself into the snow, and with one sweep at his legs, the old samurai finds himself on his back. A cough of a laugh manages to leave him.

“Well done, my pupil. You have...fulfilled your duty. And I, my purpose. Now...all that is left is for you to finish it.”

As Laurelis approaches him with her set jaw, lips taut, clearly furious despite the tears still rolling down her cheeks, he can believe it. And as she lifts her blade despite Momozigo’s pleading —

He simply waits to feel her blade sinking into his flesh.

The katana whistles as it flows through the air, but nothing touches him. When he opens his eyes, she still looms above him, sheathing her katana.

“I have excised the evil within you, and absolved you of your crimes. One fewer evil afflicts the realm. Now...come with me, Master. Let’s go home. You must be so cold.”

And holds out her hand to him. The cold Coerthan sun frames her, and she passes her warmth on to it.

As ever she was a beam of sunlight into his darkness, this student of his.

He lifts his harsh, weathered hand to take Laurelis’, and lets her pull him into the light.

“You have become...a greater samurai than I ever dared to hope. Living in shame...and coming to this land...was worth it.”

“O-oh, not this. We’re going home. And we’re going to get you warm.”

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #ffxivwrite2020 #musosai #wol #miqote #laurelis thyme #laurelis #w: of the silver lining #fanfic #my writing #ffxivwrite #mine #i cant write fight scenes

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itstheendofthegoddamnworld · 5 years

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Male Drider Boyfriend: Nyraen 2

This is part two to the first Drider small fic I wrote! I enjoyed writing it a lot, and I do love me some drider bois.

Warning: Mood board isn’t for those who are a fan of spiders. Arachnophobes are warned!

Part 1 - Part 2 (YOU’RE HERE) - Part 3

Web to Your Heart Part 2

After the time you had awoken from your slumber, the oddness to your so-called dreams was still plaguing your mind; bordering on falseness or reality.

You were unsure whether what had happened in your dreams was a mixture of odd thoughts that came to your consciousness or not, but you were certainly certain that the cobweb with the message written was something you weren’t dreaming of.

That was what brought you to question everything: the Drider you had met that night on your way home, was he real? It didn’t seem to make sense at first; but with the days passing, you started to think it was indeed true.

That was what made you rather worried, for if it had been all true, that would’ve meant that the large drider had managed to bring you back to your small cottage; tucking you even into bed.

Still, the question was; why hadn’t you seen him anytime soon?

You questioned your sanity, trying to ignore all thoughts when you brought yourself home each night from working in the fields. And even then, you questioned whether he was watching from the shadows: watching you.

It had been a month since you had seen him, and once again, travelling home with your cart of goods, you wandered down the narrow dirt road, lantern in hand.

You were wondering whether it was best to even call for him, to hear him come down to greet you, but then you were nervous you would bring something else instead.

So, quietly you trudged through with your clothing getting muddier by the second, watching the moon shine bright and high above you; even through the dense trees.

If he was watching for so long, why couldn’t he come out to greet me? You thought to yourself, turning glances back your way, seeing nothing but trees and an empty road behind. Or would he be more ruthless and unkind to me? Maybe even kill me?

You didn’t want to think about that, and even with your new friend on your mind, you still couldn’t forget the kiss you two shared. It was more than just passionate, it was longing; yearning for touch and something intimate from a lone stranger.

It made you feel both connected and sympathetic to him; for sometimes in your most doubting times, you too felt lonely.

He could’ve moved on by now. You thought. He could have a loving mate and darling children, or... he could be waiting for that right chance to see me.

You finally managed to make it down the long road in one piece; however with no Drider to greet you. When your little home came into view from hiding behind the trees, you sighed glumly. In times like this, all you wanted was your bed and to sleep.

My bed, a good book and knitting would suffice. You tried to ignore your tiredness; and when I get to my room, I can blow out that blasted candle- wait, I swear that was off when I left?

You stopped dead in your tracks, standing beneath your window in shock. The soft glow of the inside of the window could be seen, and when you tried shaking it off, believing you had just accidentally left it on, you believed it would’ve gone out by the time you had returned.

You blinked, and if you had missed it in a quick second, you wouldn’t have seen it; a large shadow walked past the window, a large shadow that disappeared quickly away from the candlelight, vanishing like a ghost before dawn.

You dropped your cart and in a flash, you were storming into your home, past your living space, and clambering up the stairs to get to your room. Your heart was pounding, a thrumming beat against your ribs as you thought you could collapse any moment.

You almost kicked your bedroom door down, and when you ran in, you looked around; nothing out of place nor taken nor moved. You looked to the window, your heart rising into your throat, your lips dry.

The candle had been blown out.

No, I’m losing it now. You were breathing heavier from the running and from the disbelief. You could truly be losing your mind to the thought of being stalked or followed. In your room, you found nothing but darkness; no creature waiting from what you could see.

You sighed in defeat when you thought of going back to what you needed to do, going to grab for the candle to re-light it.

“Looking for me kitten?”

You almost dropped the full thing on your foot, letting out a loud yelp as you spun back on the voice behind you.

Your eyes lingered at the door, before slowly looking upward, and above the door in the corner, you saw those familiar many black and red eyes, staring back at you.

He was hidden in the corner when the reflection of the moonglow caught on his figure, and he was hanging upside down, his beautiful silver hair hanging like a curtain.

You couldn’t find any words that came to your mouth, as you watched him gracefully descend to the ground, ever so carefully. It astonished you how a creature thrice the size of you could manage to get down with no trouble.

He was soon standing before you in his full glory; his eight huge hairy legs bent and hunched so he would fit into your tiny house. Still, in this crouched position, he still towered over you.

He took in your lack of words with a wide smile, smiling from ear to ear with a playful look. “Come now, not even a simple hello from a sweet thing like you?”

“N-Nyraen... what are you doing here?” You tried to hide the relief in your voice from finally seeing him. “I came to see you again. I wanted to see how my little human was doing.” He mused thoughtfully, smiling what you could only believe was a genuine smile.

Your cheeks grew flush as you thought over his words. “I wasn’t expecting you t-to come back. I thought-”

“That I wouldn’t return?” Nyraen finished your sentence as if knowing exactly what you were going to say. You nodded sadly to him. He pulled you by the waist closer to him, his skin was smooth under your palms where you pressed your hands to his chest, cool as a stone.

“I could never miss an opportunity without you, my dear. Oh how much I missed to see you and hold and crave you like this.”

Your heart couldn’t keep still in these moments, and still, it fluttered like there were live butterflies in your stomach. “You were still around?”

“Oh yes,” Nyraen pulled himself closer to you, his bare lips pressing small kisses to your flushed skin, “I was always there, just never too close for you to see.”

It made you feel disappointed that you didn’t see him, but deep down, you knew he was always watching from the abyss of every night. “I thought you had moved on, leaving when you grew bored.” You hugged him to you close, similar to how you used to hug your dolls when scared and young.

He hummed your name through his fanged teeth, so sweet you thought he would begin to sing. “They do always say that you would meet the same stranger once again. It was fate written in the stars.”

He hugged you close, and his scent was the smell of rainwater and pine. Even that made you feel some-what closer to him. “It is late, and as much as I want to stay, I should leave.”

“Don’t.” Your voice had already spoken before he could finish. “Not yet, light hasn’t come through yet. And I would rather stay up talking with you now than of the thought of sleeping.”

Nyraen’s chuckle sounded so melodic in your ears that you couldn’t help but feel pulled to him more, his entire being was so beautiful now that you could really see him. He silently agreed with you, and you pulled back from him, beaming.

“I’ll grab some mugs for some tea then.”

So that was what you did, and for hours of the evening and early morning, you two sat by each other drinking with your hot beverages and talking: talking about anything and everything on this earth.

You learnt a lot about him: he was older than his looks, and he lives alone in the crevices of a cave near the mountains. He enjoyed the night and wandering through them, he liked reading books, poetry and the history of different races, yet he told you he had few friends and little family left.

From what he told you of, the more drawn to him you became, and through your love of books, you talked both fondest of your favourite genres. To your surprise, he told you he loved most the style of romance books and poems.

When you questioned him about why he would watch people, you, in particular, Nyraen shrugged a slight blush to his cheeks from when you could see it. “I like watching those and imaging to myself what lives they could live. The prettiest and rarest of flowers are always the ones never seen again.”

You talked and talked, and cuddled and kept each other warm, and when you saw the light begin to break over the horizon of the trees, you were both tired and down to the thought of seeing him leave so soon.

He was the first to notice it too, and he too seemed visibly disappointed with how fast things had gone. “Sweet kitten, I enjoyed our time together, but I must leave now.”

You had brought him out of your thoughts when you tugged on his arm, gaining his attention. “Will you come back here again?” You asked with hope of dancing in your eyes.

“Oh, how you know I will. But for the night is only when I can.” Nyraen sighed. You took your hand into yours, ignoring the feeling of his nails grazing softly over your skin. “I wish I could come with you, or see you more.”

“Don't kitten, or you might give me such an idea like that.” He purred softly, cupping your face in his other hand, making you look up to him. “You belong here, with other humans. Not in a lifetime of darkness and cold.”

“Nor do you.” You spoke. “You deserve happiness too Nyraen.”

“I am happy.” without any warning, he had picked you up into his arms, holding you so in reach of his face. “I’m happy when I’m here with you.”

“Please come back tonight.” You pleaded, running your hands through his silver hair. He shuddered into you. “I will, and I promise. But I cannot go without one more thing.”

Anything. You thought, dreamily looking to him. “A kiss, one more before I must leave.”

And so you were the one to lean into him, taking his lips to yours as you kissed with both passion and want. He clung to you as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. You couldn’t be the same without him there; like he was your life-supply of a drug.

“K-Kitten, please -- ah-- I must go.” He moaned into your lips, pulling away with disappointment from having to go. “I will see you tonight, and please, get some rest.”

“I will.” You have settled on your feet again when he crawled his way out of your window. You could hear him scatter across your roof, quick and rapid until you heard nothing but silence.

In came the pouring of light as soon as he had left, and you wished he could remain here with you instead; for you wished the sun could be replaced with endless night, just to see him longer with you here.

When you went to pick up your mugs, you found woven in small webbing a small heart, woven into the gap to hold the cups. You couldn’t help but look forward to the next night of seeing him again.

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I’m gonna make a FINAL part (NSFW) soon! I love Nyraen, he is too cute and deserves love! Hope you liked! Thanks!

#drider #male drider #male drider x human reader #drider story #drider x reader #monster writing #drider oc #drider male oc #human reader #exophilia #male monster #oneshot #drider boyfriend #part 2

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moirai-au · 4 years

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Timeline: arc 6 - Aftermath, about a week after the Orator is defeated

Warnings: shippy, Davil, vague mentions of alcoholism and self-harm

Taglist: @immabethehero @bupine @tabbynerdicat @i-maybe-exist @its-ethan-bro @sandinthetardis @honestlyitsjustkenna @taikeero-lecoredier @idkwheresanti

if any of yall (18+ only for the love of god please) wanna see the ns*w version, it’s over here.

“And you still won’t tell me where we’re going, or what we’re even doing.”

“Nope! That’s the whole concept of a surprise, babe.”

Cecil pursed his lips, unamused. He closed the book he’d been finishing just a moment prior and set it aside, on the growing pile of useless volumes right next to the desk. It wasn’t as big or as comfortable as the one in his own apartment, but it made do. “You do know I still have three other idiots to take care of here, right?”

“They’ll be fine, trust me. Charlie can take care of himself, Mars barely does anything but sleep for now, and Ollie’s watching over him. You can leave for a few hours without the mansion burning to the ground, you know.”

Cecil raised a brow. “...Were you even here for the last month and a half?”

“Painfully present, yeah,” Dave chuckled. “Remember the smell of the oven melting? I still don’t understand how the kid pulled that one off.”

The older man groaned. “For someone who wanted to reassure me, you’re not doing a very good job of it.”

“Oh c’mon! It’s gonna be okay, I’m sure of it. Besides, you really need a break.”

“I do not!” Cecil protested, distractedly scratching at his appearing stubble. Dave peered up at him with a deadpan look, considering his wrinkled clothes, his emaciated face and the dark rings under his eyes. “...Really? You know what, it doesn’t matter,” he shook his head, his blue eyes hardening. “This is me putting my foot down, not a negotiation. I’m not gonna sit here and let you run yourself into the ground like this. You’re coming with me, and that’s final.”

The doctor stared at the younger man, taken aback- he’d never heard him use this tone before. it was firm, confident, and evidently left no room for complaint. “...Fine.” he heard himself say before he even realized it. Verdammt. Maybe he was more tired than he thought, giving in that easily.

Or maybe Dave just had this natural sense of authority Cecil had never seen before, because he’d never actually needed it. It actually made sense, considering he was a father.

Thinking about it now, it was obvious. Cecil could’ve hit himself.

“Great!” David beamed, his previous sternness gone as fast as it had arrived. “Just lemme grab a few things first, and pack warm clothes. I’ll get my car.”

“I- your car?” the doctor repeated, his confusion growing- just how far was Dave planning to take them? The smaller male only winked in response, an impish grin on his tanned face. “You’ll see.”

***

It was an abnormally warm night for mid-december.

Well, warm as in… not freezing. Enough above zero that you could stand outside comfortably with a thick enough sweater kinda warm. When-even-are-seasons-anymore-climate-change-is gonna-kill-us-all kinda warm.

“I don’t get it.” Cecil mumbled as they exited the car, making a valiant effort to tone down his annoyance. “Why have you brought us here?” There truly was nothing here, other than miles and miles of rolling hills, some train tracks a few yards away, and a forest somewhere East.

Dave didn’t respond- he just smiled up at him, a hand holding the strap of the backpack he’d brought along. A giddy smile that made Cecil’s stomach flutter a little. Then he silently pointed upward, looking at him expectantly.

Cecil frowned, nonplussed, reflexively following the other’s movement; what was he-

What… was…

He was looking up. Up, up into the endless sky. And he kept on looking, jaw growing slack, arms falling to his sides.

Because there was just so many stars so many stars more than he’d ever seen in his entire life, it was like he was ten all over again looking up through the window and babbling about rocket ships and aliens and how he was going to see it all one day-

“You okay in there, hot stuff?”

Cecil snapped out of his stupor, looking down to see David smirking smugly at him- he was holding a thermos in each of his hands, and there was a blanket laid on the grass, big enough for the two of them. So that’s what he’d packed in his bag. “How-” he cleared his throat, “How did you…”

Dave only winked, tapping a finger against his temple. “...Oh.” the doctor realized. Right. They’d all been in each other’s heads.

“It’s mostly faded by now,” Dave shrugged, setting the warm containers on a corner of the blanket, “Those are your memories, and nobody should snoop through them… but that one stuck with me. And I- I really wanted to surprise you, y’know?”

Cecil nodded, not the slightest trace of anger or annoyance on his features. He just looked up again, silent, pale moonlight lighting up his milky white skin.

Then he looked back at him and Dave was pretty sure he was going to die on the spot.

Cecil was smiling. Not the cocky, arrogant smirk he sometimes wore. Nor the small, timid one he managed to draw out of him once in a blue moon.

An actual, genuinely happy smile that went up to his grey, dark-rimmed eyes, crinkled up and sparkling with joy. Oh, fuck me, he thought.

Could one fall for the same person twice?

“Thank you,” Cecil breathed out, his voice uncharacteristically unsteady. “I… You… I’m sorry. For- for getting annoyed, I know I shouldn’t, you don’t- you deserve better.”

Ah, shit. This tall motherfucker was actually going to make him cry at this rate. “Shit man,” Dave choked, stepping closer to Cecil. “Just- c’m’here.”

He wrapped his arms around the taller man’s middle and pulled him close, tilting his head up to welcome the German’s lips on his own, the older man’s slender hands settling on both sides of his face. The kiss was slow, tender, yet filled with latent intensity and passion. They somehow ended up on the blanket, sitting ever-so close and filling the chilly air with wanton sighs and hums, carried away by the cold breeze.

They eventually pulled back, catching their breath- they were both flushed, eyes slightly glazed over, as they looked at each other with gentle devotion. “I must say…” the doctor murmured, still a bit lightheaded, “This is… quite the break.”

Dave chuckled fondly, before pecking playfully at his lover’s forehead. “Told you you needed it. You’re running yourself ragged Ceec, no wonder you’re on edge.”

“Still, I shouldn’t keep taking out my frustration on you. It’s not right.”

Dave hummed. “Yeah, I know. But you’ve gotten better at it, really. Just gotta keep going forward, yeah?” He tucked a strand of greying hair behind Cecil’s left ear. “ ‘sides, you know I won’t just stand there and take it if you really start to be an ass.”

Cecil snorted. “So I’ve seen. You’d probably snap me in two.”

“Damn right I could! Look at that scrawny ass, I could kick it into the sun.”

“Mmh, I don’t think so. You like it too much, as you keep telling me.”

“Aw shit, he figured it out,” Dave fake-whispered, before they both broke out into laughter. “Oh, also,” he gasped when the hilarity subsided, “this isn’t just a break. S’also a celebration!”

“A celebration?”

Dave smiled, holding out a thermos to the older man. He looked proud of himself. “Happy one month clean, handsome.”

It took him a few seconds to understand, but when he did, he reflexively rubbed at his arm, feeling his face warm up significantly as he accepted the offering, taking a sip. Mmh, black coffee, no cream and no sugar. Just how he liked it. “Ah… yes, thank you.”

“And I’m almost three months sober!” the father cheered, wrapping an arm around his partner’s neck to pull him closer. “Man, look at us. We’re doing amazing, sweetie.”

Cecil chuckled, a little smile gracing his lips as he looked up at the inky skies above. “I… guess we are.”

They laid down next to each other, their shoulders bumping together as they huddled under the extra blanket Dave had brought along. Alone, together on that grassy hill more than an hour away from the city, they tried to find as many constellations as they could while Cecil offered trivia and anecdotes on each of them, like the Earth’s sky map had been burned into his brain at a young age.

But then again, with the doctor’s photographic memory, it might’ve just been.

Ursa Major. Altair. Alpha Centauri. Supernovas. Nebulae. His eyes shone with almost feverish enthusiasm as he talked, making him look so much younger, so alive, as Dave listened with rapt attention.

Then, as the older man was going over the specifics of the supermassive black whole at the center of the Milky Way, Dave rolled them over, coming to a stop to stand on all fours above Cecil, smiling lovingly.

The German stopped rambling and blinked up at him- with his hair uncovered and framing his face in auburn curls, his deep blue eyes crinkled up in amusement, and the myriad of stars surrounding him, David looked like he belonged in a Van Gogh painting. Beautiful. Almost ethereal, yet so real, so… tangible. Oh how he wanted to frame the moment so he could keep it forever.

He gulped. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Before he could stop himself, his finger mindlessly started to trace invisible lines between Dave’s freckles, drawing a surprised giggle from the man.

His very own milky way. Full of constellations for him alone to name. All within his reach.

“Shouldn’t you look up? The stars are up there.” he mumbled, thoughts not quite straight. Dave laughed, clear and deep. “Don’t need to. I can see them in your eyes. That’s more than enough for me.”

Silence. Cecil huffed. “That was the corniest thing you’ve said yet.”

“C’mon, you know you like it. You’re blushing.”

“Shut up and kiss me again, you dumm.”

Dave happily complied.

***

It would be dawn soon. As they stared at the endless space above them- mostly void, partially stars- sipping hot tea and coffee from their respective thermoses, huddled together under a thick woolen blanket to shield themselves from the chilliness of that winter night… they felt like they’d brushed with eternity.

“Hey.” Dave whispered, breaking the comfortable silence.

A quiet hum of acknowledgement.

“Do you.. regret not going? Up there.”

“Mmh. F’course, a little still. T’was my dream.” the German mumbled, words slurring together. Right. Of course he did, dumb question. “But…”

The father blinked. “But…?”

“Wouldn’t have met… Mars. ‘liver.” A pause, an intake of breath. “Met you.”

Dave bit his lip, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. He wiped at the wetness at the corner of his eyes, smiling so hard it almost hurt. “Y-Yeah. I guess so.” He squeezed his lover’s hand underneath the blanket. “Ceec…?”

A quiet, soft snore was his only reply. Dave chuckled quietly and turned his head- Cecil was out like a light, lips slightly parted, his usually sharp features smoothed over and relaxed.

The smaller man gently reached out to cup the other’s sleeping face, his thumb slowly stroking over his cheekbone- just watching. This wasn’t a sight he was graced with often; they might have been sharing a bed for a few weeks now, but the doctor always went to sleep later than he did, and always got up before him, by the pale light of dawn… that is, when he even bothered to sleep at all.

That was the main reason why he’d dragged his partner out on this little trip- Cecil had been working himself to the bone again, going over piles and piles of old books in search for an explanation, for any information on Mars’ abilities and his newfound… condition. To no avail so far, which was driving the older man even more frantic. Between this, trying to cater to everyone’s physical and mental wellness, and the logistical nightmare that was the latest addition to their little group- an honest-to-god time-traveler… well, he looked like the slightest breeze would knock him over.

In short, he’d been in need of a break. Badly. Preferably the kind that would knock some sense into that big brain of his. Since they both had gotten together, Dave had been trying to get Cecil to take better care of himself, to stop skipping meals, to finally sleep a decent amount each night… hell, he’d started to see some actual progress before Mars was kidnapped and everything had gone to shit.

He couldn’t let his efforts go to waste, especially not now. Not in such a delicate time, when they were all still recovering. And now, looking at Cecil, sleeping deeply and peacefully for the first time since the kid had disappeared almost a month ago… Dave was glad he hadn’t given up.

And that he’d filled that thermos with decaf, but Ceec didn’t need to know that.

Dave sighed contentedly as he snuggled closer to the other, burying his face in his chest and drawing the blanket higher over them both, letting himself be lulled into a comfortable drowsiness. Their backs would probably be sore from sleeping on the hard ground... but that was a problem for future them.

#arc 6: aftermath #moirai #cecil #dave #davil #new chapter #i love that one a lot #i wanted to write something really cute and not angsty for once #they're my babies hqshfksf

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jamkookies · 5 years

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Lost stars

Description : A trip to Malta for the shooting of Bon Voyage seems peaceful enough until the moment things take an unexpected turn...

Word count : 2.3k

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You had never felt so frightened in your life since that particular day. You had tried to erase the memory from your head and failed miserably.

You felt the same as you had felt eleven years ago.

Maybe, you were overreacting, maybe he had just gone somewhere else, but you couldn’t get rid of the anxiety creeping up on you like a disease, making it hard for you to breathe.

Panic attack.

That’s what it was.

You were having a panic attack.

Trying to repress the overwhelming desire to curl up into a ball and rock back and forth, you force your legs to move.

You get into the water, the waves licking your toes, and you feel like the sand is disappearing under your feet every time they retract.

Come on.

You trudge through the water, legs feeling like lead with every step.

“JIMIN?” You shout.

The bodyguards catch sight of you.

You can see the distress on their face as they signal you to go back, but you ignore them.

Eyes looking in all directions, you scan the surroundings, trying to detect a blonde head.

“JIMIN!” You repeat.

Your heartbeats fasten their rhythm.

You’re hyperventilating, the air just not enough for your lungs -

“Y/N?”

You snap your head to the left, where the voice comes from and almost cry in relief.

Jimin is standing a few feet from you, knee deep into the water, some sea shells on his hands.

He looks at you with worry in his eyes and approaches you carefully.

“What’s wrong?” he says. “Why are you screaming?”

“Where were you?”

“I was just getting some sea shells on the shore. What happened?”

You are infuriated.

You grab the shells from his hands and throw them as hard you can into the ocean.

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO GET TOO FAR ! DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED I WAS?”

Your hands are shaking and you’re breathing hard.

You slump into the shallow water, soaking your clothes all over, but you couldn’t care less.

Jimin is there immediately, enveloping you into his arms.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t expect for you to get so worried.Besides, the bodyguards are right over there…. Hey, shhh-”

A strangled whimper escapes from your lips, and you hug him tightly.

“If you get away from me again, I will drown you,” you say, halfway through tears.

He lets out a shaky laugh and pats your back.

“I won’t.”

* * *

“Are you sure about this?” you ask, still looking down at yourself in distaste.

Your clothes had been soaked thoroughly from the earlier incident, so you had been forced to go for some more shopping, the water dripping from your shorts leaving a trail behind you.

Jimin was no better.

For some strange reason, his own shorts were wet only at the front part, making him look like he had peed his pants.

You had barely held your laughter, constantly turning your head to the side so he wouldn’t see.

“It looks great on you. I rarely see you in a dress,” he says. “Besides, we don’t have time to check everything out, because if you’ve noticed, people are staring at me.”

Your eyes flicker to the giant stain on his pants and you accidentally snort.

Jimin narrows his eyes at you.

“ You weren’t so lively a while ago.”

The smile falters from your lips and you stare at the ground.

“Hey, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry.”

He squishes your cheeks in an effort to cheer you up and you can’t help but beam at him.

“Buy me a hat and we’re cool,” you say, grinning.

He grabs a straw hat hanging from a thread and asks the merchant.

“Hey, how much is dis?”

After paying up, he hands it to you and you put it on.

You both leave the shop, in search of some pants for Jimin.

He stops by another and has his eye on a pair of beige khakis. He goes inside to try them on and turns back a moment later.

“How do I look?”

“With your eyes, hyung.”

“You know what I mean.”

Your eyes are fixated on his sinewy legs, muscles tight against the fabric.

“What are you staring at?”

“Your thighs.”

He chokes.

“You look good,” you continue.

He gives you a pointy look.

“What?” you say. “I know how to appreciate good things.”

* * *

You are walking down the street, the flowy fabric of your long dress, light as a feather. It is a pastel blue, with thin straps onto your shoulders and it has a creamy quality to it. You had been used to wearing pants all the time but you had to admit, dresses weren’t that bad.

Actually, you felt very comfortable.

Both Jimin and you have your self - cameras out again, eager to film everything on sight.

He looks very energetic, causing the same effect on you too.

It’s almost sunset and the sky has turned into a beautiful pink color. The street lamps are lined in a perfect circle and right in the middle of the square there’s a huge fountain sprinkling water from all directions.

“Let’s go over there,” Jimin says and grabs you by the hand.

You approach the fountain and take turns taking pictures of each other.

He steals your hat from time to time, striking different poses and you’re surprised at the level of his creativity.

Then, you suddenly think of something.

You take advantage of him sitting on the ledge and gather water on your hand to splash him on the head.

He gasps, the coldness damping his face and hair and making his curls drip.

He presses his lips in a tight line and approaches you like a predator.

“Hyung, let’s talk about this,” you say palms up in front of you.

He only grins wider and slams his hand into the water in your direction and you are greeted with a wave right in front of your face.

It’s your turn to gasp now.

“Oh this is war”, you say, fists scrunched up in anger at your sides.

You begin a splashing competition, striking with every chance you get.

You both climb up on the ledge, circling each other.

Then he sprints, following you and you do the same trying to fend him off.

You are both running in a circle and it all goes down when Jimin stops, trying to get a hold of you on the opposite side.

You can’t slow down soon enough and you slam into him, making you both fall from the ledge and into the fountain.

* * *

You had both changed out of your clothes for the second time today, and you had to say it was getting kinda annoying.

The second incident had proved to be a total fiasco, with all the people staring after you, but despite all of that you were surprisingly having fun.

Heck, it was the most fun you’d had in ages.

“Y/N, can we please stop trying to kill each other from now on? I wanna keep my clothes intact for the rest of the night.”

“You’re still gonna have to take them off at some point, though,” you say with a wink. “ You know, sleeping…”

“Y/N.”

You tip your head back and laugh heartily.

“Where do you wanna go next?” he asks.

“Can we just sit down and have a drink,” you say. “ I’m tired of all the walking and running.”

“Let’s sit over there.” He points at a small café which has its chairs and tables outdoors.

You take a seat opposite from him and order two lemonades. Looking around, you see that it’s fully dark. The night has fallen and the air has cooled considerably, so you are grateful for the old beige tank top and shorts you had changed into a few moments ago.

The only thing different from your previous outfit is the straw hat, which has somehow managed to stay in one piece. It’s kinda funny, actually. Sneakers and a straw hat were not the best combo, but you loved the latter so you’d decided to keep it on.

You look in front of you and see Jimin watching you expectantly.

“So, are we gonna talk about what happened back at the beach?” he says carefully, with a weary expression.

You gulp, looking anywhere but at him.

“I overreacted, I know. Sorry about that.”

“We both know it wasn’t just that.”

You sigh deeply and finally meet his line of sight.

“I tend to get panic attacks quite often.

Today was no exception but the worst thing is that I have already experienced something similar when I was a kid.”

Jimin leans in, listening.

“We were at the beach with my family. My parents had left me in charge of taking care of my little brother while they went to buy something nearby.

When we were playing in the water, Hyun-Woo went farther than I told him to. One moment he was there, the next he wasn’t.”

You take a shaky breath, tears threatening to spill on your cheeks.

“He almost drowned that day. My dad took him out when I started screaming for him. That’s probably why I reacted the way I did with you.”

Jimin gives you a sympathetic look.

“You know, I actually feel sorry for the editors,” you continue, a hint of a smile on your lips. “ They’re gonna have to cut all of the part at the beach. And this conversation too,” you say, staring at the camera lenses.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jimin adds, eyes creased.“They’re gonna have plenty to fill it with. I mean…shopping? Fountain?

Fans are gonna have the time of their lives.”

You offer him an honest smile, grateful to his words.

You didn’t know what you would do without him.

Suddenly, you notice people cheering, louder and louder by the second.

You turn your head the direction they’re looking and see a woman in the center of the small clearing, wearing a belly dance costume. The sequin beads jiggle with every shake of her hips dancing to the rhythm.

Everyone rushes to take pictures or film her and you just gaze, mesmerized.

She then comes closer to your table, gesturing you to join her. You lift your palms face up in denial.

When she insists, you grab Jimin by the shirt and push him into the clearing.

His protests are drowned by the whoops and cheers he gets when the belly - dancer pulls him after her and leads him into the center again. She ties a belt full of coins and beads on his torso and nudges him to dance.

Jimin copies her every move, hips shaking from side to side and a huge-ass smile on his face.

You absolutely can’t miss this.

You take out your phone and start recording.

“YEAHHHHHH JIMIN-SSIII !” you shout and laugh your heart out.

After dancing passionately for about some time, he gives up and bows to the woman in thanks.

He sits down beside you, still smiling.

“You did great, hyung. I’m proud of you.”

“Why didn’t you join me?”

“No thanks, I have a reputation to maintain.”

He chuckles, head shaking.

His throat is glistening with sweat, proof of his intense dancing.

“Have some lemonade, hyung.”

You push the glass towards him and he takes a sip.

“Well that was different,” he admits.

* * *

After you’ve both finished your drinks, you get up from the table and go for a walk. There’s a balcony up the hill, looking out into the sea and it’s just something you can’t miss.

Pulling Jimin after you, you climb up the stairs until you reach the top.

The view is breath-taking. The moon has peeked its head along with the stars sprinkling the sky like morning dew on the grass.

You lean on the edge of the balcony lined with iron bars and take a look at the henna tattoo on the inside of your forearm. It’s barely visible on the dark, but you have already memorized every dot.

“Why didn’t you choose a heart and an arrow piercing it?” Jimin says, his eyes on the tattoo.

The corners of your lips twitch.

You had chosen that particular image because it reminded you of something important. Someone important.

It could never capture its true perfection, but you held it as a lucky charm, a reminder to your times of joy and happiness.

You have galaxies in your eyes.

Speaking of which-

Jimin’s phone vibrates and he unlocks it, reading the message on the screen.

“It’s Hoseok,” he says and raises his eyebrows, surprised. He looks straight at you.

“Jungkook’s busking.”

You both sprint to the location, as fast as your legs can take you.

You couldn’t miss this chance.

Passing by shops and buildings, you turn corner after corner until your ears catch a faint melody.

- in dreams and fantasies

You fasten your steps and turn right.

There he is.

Surrounded by a crowd, bucket hat on, clad all in black.

There’s a microphone in his hands and his eyes are closed, feeling every word and sound he produces.

-for someone I can’t see.

Take my hands let’s see where we wake up tomorrow

Best laid plans sometimes are just one night stands

I’d be damned Cupid’s demanding back his arrow

So let’s get drunk on our tears and

God tell us the reason the youth is wasted on the young

It’s hunting season and the lambs are on the run

Searching for meaning

But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark?

The crowd erupts into applause, some even making a standing ovation, but you just stand there, frozen, not able to move your arms or feet.

Two droplets of tears escape from your lashes, sliding down your cheeks.

God damn it, you had fallen for Jeon Jungkook.

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literatelogan · 3 years

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I NEVER SAID FRIENDS

part twenty-eight bonus - assigned male at birth route

nsfw details of their first time

masterlist | part twenty-eight

tws - 18+ VERY VERY VERY NSFW. full on smut. gender neutral pronouns. “darling” used. “sir” used once. passionate intimate sex, safe sex, we using a condom and lube bby, blowjob/oral (y/n receiving), anal fingering, anal sex, cumming on shouta’s chest, shared shower, light aftercare.

a/n - 2.9k i hope you like itttt. i’m afab so i’m not sure if this is actually good. if it sucks i’m sorry please message me and i’ll fix things.

Anticipation and expectations often obscure what the reality might be. Shouta had always said he wanted to move slow the first time and you had assumed he wouldn’t be able to. As he pressed slow gentle kisses to your chin and neck, you realized he was serious. A warmth spread through your abdomen as you thought about it. His kisses were so sensual. You were already letting out little moans and gasps as he kissed his way back up to your mouth. Your fingers tangled in his hair once again. They just gravitated to it. You knew how much he loved having his hair played with and having that closeness. Soft against your mouth, his delicate kisses were driving you mad. You barely noticed that he was starting to remove your shirt. Your hands grabbed the hem to lift his shirt up but he grasped them and pulled away from the kiss. “Please. Just let me have this first.” His eyes were dilated and he looked so…vulnerable. You nodded with a smile and his hands resumed their place. As he pulled off your shirt, he didn’t leave the skin untouched for long. He placed kisses along your arms and your collarbone. His fingers ran along your chest and stomach as he drank you in.

“Breathe.” You reminded him before he sucked in a deep breath of air. “You’re just so sexy.” He had never seen this much of you and while you wanted to rip his clothes off, you were trying your best to be patient. He was memorizing every line, every mark, every inch of your skin as he kissed along your collarbone. He sucked gently on your skin, his teeth grazing the soft flesh. It was almost like he wanted to mark you up but he was so soft. He didn’t want to ruin your skin. His hands snaked down your sides and gripped your ass. Shouta was a little rough but you were pretty sure it was just because he was eager. His hips were grinding against yours and you couldn’t help but let out a groan. You were already getting hard and he had barely done anything. He guided you to the bed and laid you down on your back in the middle of it before he was back on you. His body was hovering over yours still frustratingly fully clothed. His mouth was back on your collarbone and you hummed at the sensation. He leaned back to undress you completely.

Kneeling at the end of the bed and staring at you, you felt a little shy under his intense gaze but his breathing was heavy and as you wiggled your hips at him, he let out a low groan. “Fuck.” You smirked at the effect you were having on him. He stayed there staring at you, drinking you in, while you moved a hand up to rub your dripping cock. Something snapped in his brain at that and he started pulling off his clothes. You leaned up to cease his movements. “No. It’s my turn.” You weren’t quite as slow as him when he was undressing you. There was a bit more urgency in your fingers as they rid him of his shirt. Fingers running down his toned chest. There were so many scars. Your fingers brushed through the hairs at the base of his abdomen. His delicious happy trail before you unbuttoned his pants. Your eyes were on his as you pulled the zipper down and slipped your hand underneath. Cupping him through the fabric of his boxers he was already hard for you. You could feel him throb against your hand. His whole body shuddered and his head fell back. “Yeah? I haven’t even done anything yet, sir.” A small buck into your hand was all you needed to answer your question. He separated from you and stepped off the bed to rid himself of the rest of his clothes. And there you both were, naked and needy staring at each other.

Kisses started moving lower and lower, he was kissing all over and you wiggled underneath him. “Please, Sho. I need you.” He looked up at you and spoke between kisses. “Darling, please. Let me. I really really want to.” Who could say no to that? Especially with the way he was looking at you. The pleading look in his eyes. All you had to do was give him a small nod and he was grinning so wide. His kisses led a path from your shoulders to your stomach, to your thighs. Kissing and nibbling everywhere except where you needed him. His nose nudged against the side of your dick and you couldn’t help but buck a little at the small amount of contact. You could feel his hot breath. He kissed your inner thighs and smiled against your skin as it made you squirm. He knew exactly what he was doing. “Mmm. Does someone want my mouth on them?” You glared at him a little as he kissed the dip of your hip into your thigh making eye contact with you the entire time. He wanted you to beg and you really didn’t want to. It was too much though. “Please, Sho.” That was all he needed and his tongue licked a stripe up your shaft to your tip before giving it a few flicks. “Mmm give it all to me, darling. I want to taste you. I want to make you cum until you forget the world exists.” He said as he rested his cheek against your thigh. Too far away again.

After what felt like a lifetime, the little licks on your tip moved to swirls around it. He was coating you with his spit as his hand grasped you and assisted his goal of getting you nice and wet. You laid back a little but moved a pillow so you could still watch him. Expecting him to go slow, you jolted a little when he took half of you in his mouth in an instant. “Oh fuck, Sho.” He hummed in a happy response which only sent more shivers through you. With each bob of his head, he took more and more of you into his mouth. Shouta had told you many times all of the things he wanted to do to you but you didn’t expect him to be this good at sucking dick. When he pushed himself so low on your cock that his lips were at the very base, you were trembling under him. His mouth was like a god damn vacuum. He pulled off and immediately slowed down to little bobs and pumps as if he wasn’t rocking your shit three seconds ago. Shouta’s right index and middle fingers moved up to your lips and pressed asking for permission to enter. You took them in eagerly and sucked on them before he even had to tell you to. Swirling your tongue around and in between them made Aizawa groan. Picturing his cock in your pretty mouth instead of his lucky fingers.

Shouta pulled his fingers back and dipped them between your legs. He teased his fingertips along your hole eliciting a whimper from you, much to his satisfaction. Your hand reached down to weave through his hair trying to pull him closer and that only spurred Shouta on. Slipping just his pointer finger in, he started slow pumps into you while synchronizing it with the bounces of his mouth around you. Stars sprinkled your vision as he drove you closer and closer to the edge. The noises out of your mouth were incoherent and you couldn’t be quiet even if you wanted to. He slipped his middle finger in and found your prostate, caressing it gently. His other hand reached up to grab yours. You thought Shouta wanted both hands in his hair but you were surprised when he laced his fingers in yours and simply held onto your hand. What a sap.

As Shouta’s mouth latched onto your cock and his fingers pumped into you at a delightfully fast pace, you felt the pressure in your stomach tense even more. “Shouta…I’m gonna cum…I’m so close.” His movements stayed steady. Your whole body was tense. Head pushed back into the bed. His hand never left yours. You glanced down to see he was looking up to watch you and that was the last thing you needed. “Hng. Oh…Sho…shit,” was as much as you could gasp out as your cum coated his throat. He kept sucking and licking until you were completely clean and trembling from all the sensations. He eased you down by pressing kisses against your thighs and slowly removing his fingers from you. “Holy fuck, Sho.” You mumbled from your dazed state.

Black hair tucked cascaded on your chest as Shouta moved up to rest his chin on you, beaming wide at your face. “What?” You looked at him a little confused or at least as much as you could emote from cloud nine. “You look so pretty when you’re cumming. I think I need to see it again.” His words sent shots of warmth rushing to your cock again. “Just a moment and I’ll take care of you too.” He shook his head against your skin. “I don’t care about that right now. I just want to be inside you, darling.” Shouta said it so casually. Like it wasn’t hot as fuck. You whimpered a little and nodded at him. His eyes lit up and he slowly moved off of you and the bed, you could tell he wanted to jump up and run to his bag but held back.

Shouta’s form was so rough. His skin wasn’t smooth. It was littered with scars. His muscles weren’t extremely defined but your eyes drank in every divot there was. He was rock hard as he rolled the condom onto his tip and grabbed a small bottle of lube. You didn’t notice the drops of precum on the edge of the bed before. He was that turned on while sucking you off. Yup. Sent from heaven. As he moved back to the bed, his knees pressing into it and shifting you in the process, you got a good look at him. He was perfect. The perfect length and the perfect girth. You didn’t realize you’d been staring until Shouta’s finger moved to close your gaping jaw. “I’m not that impressive, Y/N. You don’t have to pretend.” Your brows knitted together as you looked at him. He didn’t have the same confidence as before. His cheeks were tinged pink and he wouldn’t make eye contact with you. “Sho…you’re perfect. Don’t say that.” He shook his head and shrugged a little as he leaned down to kiss your shoulder. “Tai has got to have a massive dick right? Like he has to. There’s no way it’s not huge.” You couldn’t help the yelp of laughter that you let out. Covering your mouth as you shook trying to hide the laugh. “I mean yeah obviously. But that doesn’t mean anything. I don’t want Tai, you goof. And size isn’t everything. That shit hurt.”

Now the both of you were laughing as he moved farther up the bed to hover over you once again. This time he moved your legs so he got an even better view of your tight little hole. He coated his fingers in lube this time before teasing your hole again. His fingers pushed in easier than before. You were sucking him in and it was making his cock twitch eagerly. His fingers worked to stretch you out more and more as he added in a third, making sure you were ready to take him. He didn’t want to hurt you. He just wanted to feel bliss with you. When you seemed properly prepped, he moved to lay next to you on his side. His hand ran along your leg and pulled you so you were on your side and your leg was crooked over his. Your bodies were so close. There was more skin touching than not and you wrapped your arms around him. Kissing up his jaw as he aligned himself and slowly started to thrust into you. Just a little at a time. Small slow thrusts that felt so good. His lips locked with yours and your eyes fluttered closed as he kissed you like you’d never been kissed before. Your movements were one, him thrusting into you and you moving your hips onto his. Small moans and groans escaped in between kisses.

Being this close and intimate with someone was new. There was passion. There was a different level of connection. He wanted to be one with you and not just in a carnal way. He wanted to face you and be as close as he could to you while you had sex. While you made love. You had used that terminology for sex before but now you knew what it really meant. This was making love. His hips pushing themselves into you as he moaned into your shoulder. Your fingers were once again in his hair and you could feel his cute smile even if you couldn’t see it. “Darling. You feel so good. Fuck. I could lay like this forever.” His raspy voice in your ear sent shivers down your spine. He was pumping into you a little faster. His hips snapped into you and each movement made him moan. He was delightfully vocal. His hand moved from cupping your ass cheek to your lower back, using the grip to get more momentum and giving you a new angle that knocked the air out of you with how good it felt. With the new angle, your cock was dragging along his stomach giving it some welcomed attention. You knew his noises from the phone calls. You knew he was getting closer with you. “Shit.” He groaned as you clenched around him. “Fuck. Are you going to cum with me, Y/N? Please, darling, I want you to. Cum on my chest. Paint me.” He knew exactly what he was doing. His free hand moved between the two of you and was spreading your pre-cum all over your tip. Giving you little strokes. As much as he could from the angle with how close your bodies were to each other. He knew what that position was doing to you and as his thrusts became more erratic, so did your noises.

Gripping onto each other so tight, moving together like you had dreamt so many times, the two of you came together. Your cum shooting onto his chest and yours. Shouta cried your name into your shoulder and you gasped his out. It was perfect. It was the perfect first time together. He moved his mouth back to yours and took your lips in a much more gentle and calm kiss as he slowed his movements. “Wow.” He whispered against your lips. “Wow is right.” You replied. Pulling out left you with such an empty feeling. His arms leaving yours. His body no longer pressed against you. He gave you a soft kiss as he got up to go to the bathroom. You heard the shower running and pouted a little. Was he really going to take a shower without you? “Anything special you would like to request, darling?” He smiled when you mumbled something along the lines of no I’m okay. He started perusing the cabinets and grabbed a couple of snacks. Two bananas, a half bar of chocolate and he poured two glasses of water before heading back to the bedroom and resting them on the nightstand.

“Should be nice and warm now.” He held his hands out to help you up. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” He wrapped his arm around your tired state and guided you to the shower. He wasn’t lying. You barely had to do anything. He was peppering your skin with soft kisses as he washed you off. The washcloth running along your skin and the warm water stinging just a little was such a nice sensation. You were still a little blissed out but it was nice to not worry about being sticky and smelly. When you shampooed his hair for him, you thought his legs might either start thumping or give out entirely. “Darling, you are just too good at that.” He purred as you both rinsed off and left the shower. You helped each other dry off, regaining some of your energy now that the water had woken you up. Walking back to your bedroom, you made sure to grab some fresh underwear and sweatpants for yourself and offered Shouta some as well. You smiled as you both redressed and tucked yourselves into the bed.

Shouta handed you your share of the supplies he had collected earlier. “Here. Drink some water and have a banana and some chocolate, okay?” His lips pressed a small kiss to your forehead as he moved a little closer to you, trying to have as much skin touching as he could while still being able to drink his water. You looked over at him, munching on the banana with a goofy smile. You could get used to this.

#logan's lust #smau: i never said friends

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jtrbluv · 5 years

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misunderstood (bonus!)

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: swearing

word count: about 1k

summary: what started as an immature bet soon spirals out of control in ways he could never imagine. what was he gonna do? she’s all that!au

A/N: LOL this wasn’t the original plan. after rereading my story i figured out that I COMPLETELY TOOK OUT A PART on accident and i’m sad because i liked this part and IM SO DUMB. this was originally supposed to be in pt. 3. haha hi tho welcome if you’re new here :-) (i found the poem online and thought it was fitting, creds go to the original author)

FINALE

A swarm of thoughts and ideas had flooded your mind as you constantly thought about the series of events that have unfolded recently. So you did what you knew how to do best, write. You suddenly heard the door open as you shouted, not taking your eyes off your journal,

“No one can come down here.”

“I’m not no one, I’m Jungkook!” he joked, scanning the basement.

Papers and pictures littered the walls as he read some of your work, it was in fact really good.

“Our death is in the cool of night

Our life is in the pool of day

The darkness glows, I’m drowning

The day has tired with light

Over my head in leaves grown deep

Sings the young nightingale

It only sings of love there,

I hear it in my sleep”

Next to the poem was a picture of you and your mom from when you were a young child.

You wore a plaid pink dress and black ballet shoes. Your mom had beautiful black hair that stopped just above her shoulders. And she had big brown eyes and wore big black specs just like you.

You and your mom had an unquestionable resemblance that became even clearer as you had gotten older. Your adorable younger self smiled back at Jungkook, eyes big and smile beaming so brightly. A smile that indicated the life of a young child, a life full of happiness and wonder, dreams and hopes and desires. All in a single smile. A rare sight to see from you. The more he looked at it, the more he can spot the resemblance between you and the picture. He knew the little girl still resided within you, he just had to figure out how to get it out.

Jungkook, stop thinking so much. Do what you came here to do.

“Is this you and your mom?” he asked you, holding up the picture.

“Yes, she enjoyed a different art form. Photography.” you reveal, a small grin spreading across your face.

“She’s really beautiful.” he speaks softly, being cautious of his words

“Yeah, too bad I have my dad genes, huh.” you tease as he shakes his head in disagreement, smiling.

“How did she die, if you don’t mind telling me?” he softly asks, his eyes full of sympathy in understanding. The more you got to know Jungkook, the more you realized how different he actually is then how he portrays himself.

“A drunk driver. She died on impact. The weird thing is. I don’t remember getting emotional or crying about it at all. I remember hearing the news, and going to the funeral, but-”

“You need to stop shutting everyone out Y/N,” he says bluntly, “It’s not good for you, and it won’t benefit you later on. It all builds up in the back of your head until it becomes to much and it all comes for you.” he interrupts you, voice full of concern.

‘Hey, at least I can make up my mind.” you spit, looking up at him.

“I can too, what do you mean?”

“Where are you going to college Jungkook?” your question throws him off. He didn’t expect to hear that today. Especially from you, out of all people.

“I was in the office delivering papers and I believe I saw your name next to the word ‘undecided’. What’s up with that? Is there something you’re hiding from me?” you question him, as he looked down at his shoes, not giving you an answer.

“You wouldn’t understand.” he denied, shaking his head.

“Then explain it to me.”

“My dad went to Yale for law school. He’s always told me how those years has shaped him into the person he is today. He’s always wanted me to follow his footsteps and become a lawyer just like him,” he pauses, sighing, “but then I realized, I don’t want that. All my life, I’ve had my own passion for singing and drawing, but I never told anyone. He would absolutely kill me if I wasn’t taking the career path he wanted, especially this. He’s been bothering so much lately about my future, when all he actually wants me to do is to follow whatever he thinks my future should be.”

“Jungkook, don’t you realize what’s in front of you? You’ve been given all these opportunities, and they literally all lay in the palm of your hand. You could go to Julliard become a broadway star, go to the Royal School of Arts and become a comic, for fuck’s sake you can go to Fiji and study about spinner dolphins-”

“Okay, Y/N, I get it!” he stops you, holding your shoulders tightly as he chuckles to himself. He thought you were irritated with him, but your suggestions proved him otherwise.

“You’re more than capable enough to make your own decisions. It is your life after all, not anyone else’s.” you finish off with a timid smile, scratching your head.

“You should start following your own advice sometime, huh.” he suggests, raising his eyebrows.

“I’ve been working on it.” you mumble with a light chuckle, “So, why did you come here in the first place Jungkook.” you asked as you looked back at him. His eyes stared deeply into yours, you couldn’t quite read what exactly his eyes were telling you, but everything took a quick turn as he slowly started to lean in. Your breath hitches as your eyes widen in complete shock. You could smell the cologne he was wearing, see the little scar on his left cheek, until you quickly interrupted it all,

“Were you trying to get my vote for Prom King?” you ask him, as he quickly pulls back.

“Oh, um look at the time, I gotta go.” the whole situation between you and him was getting out of hand. This stupid ass bet. All this time he’s spent on you has made him realize that you meant more to him, and he can’t handle treating you like this, he had just nominated you for prom queen damn it. How the hell was he gonna break the news to you after he would win the bet?

“Why all of a sudden?” you ask him, knowing he was lying, but deciding to play along anyway.

“I have to um, mow the lawn for my dad.” he lied.

“Right now?” you tilt your head in confusion.

“I’ll text you later.” he assured you running back up the stairs to leave your house.

“You better.” you chuckled to yourself.

Is he hiding something from me?

MASTERLIST

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