#i like her holy yet cursed nature
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don’t knowww if you take 18+ asks but I can’t get this mimiwon thought out if my head.
don’t know if they are officially a throuple yet or just roommates who engage in sexual activities/poly but who knows after how many rounds. It ends with minnie with her back against Wonwoo chest as Mingyu is going down on her with her and wonwoo kissing occasionally — a hot mess.
I don’t know ( for the hundredth time of idk’s ) if you would ever have wonwoo and mingyu kiss but I feel like they would most definitely do it after minnie finishes 🙃 okayyyy byeee
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word count – 10.2k
warnings – smut (18+!), threesome, fluff at the beginning, brief mention of choking, bodily fluids, hair pulling, somewhat of a dom/ub relationship
a/n – as promised: another chapter about the hot mess that is mimiwon👏🏼 this request… holy shit… it has been occupying my mind ever since I received it so thank you for it and thank you to everyone else for your input and ideas to mimiwon in general! When I started writing for them, I didn’t know if people would really enjoy it but my god… you dirty animals, I love you🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 I really love writing for them and I absolutely love how much you guys enjoy them🤭 I hope you enjoy this as well!!🫶🏼
Two Is a Good Morning, Three Is a Great Morning 🌷 Minnie
Minnie had been against blackout curtains, but neither of the guys wanted see-through ones anywhere in the apartment, so they opted to meet in the middle - blinds. Thanks to them some faint rays of sunlight had made their way in, illuminating the bedroom just slightly. It was getting close to Winter, so the sun was barely even to be seen in the sky, clouds covering most of the sky. But still, the muted light was enough to wake up the girl. Either that or maybe the movement underneath her.
After watching a movie together in the younger rapper's room the night before, neither Minnie nor Wonwoo had thought about leaving, but decided to just stay, putting on another movie, which eventually led to all three falling asleep together. The lack of a third pillow turned out to be less of a problem than expected, as Mingyu's chest seemed to be the perfect alternative. Perfect until he started moving, making the female member groan softly. He cursed her light sleeping habit.
A deep breath was followed by a yawn before Minnie even dared to open her eyes, sighing gratefully that the room was still not lit up entirely, letting her wake up in peace. Turning her head slightly to glance up, she was met by the bigger member's arm that had just pulled back in before he placed his hand on top of hers that was still getting warmed up by the natural warmth of his torso.
"What are you doing?" Minnie whined quietly, shutting her eyes again to cuddle deeper into him.
"Sorry," Mingyu whispered apologetically, his palm running up and down her arm in comfort. "I just wanted to get my phone."
The girl immediately regretted opening her eyes again, groaning when the bright screen of the device hit her sight. Her hands came up to cover her view before she just decided to hide her face in his chest. A chuckle from the rapper shook his torso.
"Go back to sleep," he told her, switching to hold his phone in his left hand, so he could brush over her hair with his right one.
Minnie sighed, "What time is it?"
There was a short second of a break as Mingyu glanced into the top right corner of his phone screen. "11:30."
"What?" The girl immediately pushed herself up, her eyes still barely open with her eyebrows now scrunched in confusion. The sheets scrunched around her waist, revealing one of Wonwoo's older shirts she decided to wear. Or maybe it was Mingyu's? Who knew. Normally she'd go for a shorter top of her own, but the younger rapper had once again turned the aircon on at ridiculously cold temperatures. Her hair stuck out in different directions made her fellow '97 Liner chuckle as he reached out to fix her mane.
"Yeah," he smiled, "You slept for a long time."
"Too long. Half the day is gone already," she complained quietly with a whine, remembering there was still another member in the bed who seemed to be still fast asleep.
Mingyu chuckled. It didn't matter how many years into the idol life the girl already was, her sleeping schedule has never and most probably won't ever be affected. With their busy schedule, it wasn't rare that the idols would come back home late at night or even early in the morning around 5. Minnie, for some reason, would much rather only sleep for around three hours and wake up at 9am latest, rather than getting a good six or seven hours and therefore waking up later in the day. Did it do any good to her body? No. Did she feel good about not wasting much daylight? Yes. Was this the cause of multiple discussions with almost every member? Most definitely, yes. Would she change it any time soon? Nope.
"How...," she thought out loud. The shock sat deep in her chest. "How the hell-"
"You just needed to catch up on sleep. It's okay, Minnie," Mingyu assured her, gently pulling her back down to lay on his chest. And she let him. She pressed the side of her head against his skin, his heartbeat now right by her ear.
"When did we go to sleep?" She wondered.
A soft kiss was placed on the top of her head before the rapper's voice broke the short silence. "I don't remember. Around six maybe?"
An acknowledged hum came from the girl before she closed her eyes again, taking a deep breath in. As warm as the covers around them were, she was sure the body heat radiating off of him helped her get cosy much more than any blankets ever could.
Mingyu had turned his attention back to his phone while his right arm was still slung around Minnie's shoulders, his big hand on her upper arm to pull her in. With now also her right leg wrapped around his and her arm around his midsection, the girl opened her eyes again. What the phone showed seemed uninteresting to her, the movements on his thumb much more mesmerising than anything the screen could portray.
"When did you wake up?" She suddenly asked him, breaking the comfortable silence that had washed over the room.
"I don't know," he admitted. "I waited a bit before I got my phone because I didn't want to wake you up. But... well-," he chuckled to himself before mumbling a gentle 'Sorry' against the top of her head as he placed another kiss on her forehead.
His original plan hadn't worked out as perfectly as he had wanted to. He was sure to have waited at least a good thirty minutes as he had felt the girl's irregular breathing against him. Only when he was sure she was deep in her slumber, did he dare to move and reach out to the nightstand, which turned out to be a decision he'd regret as she had started to wake up immediately.
The moment his lips left her skin, Minnie glanced up, finding his eyes fixed on her, making her grin, "It's okay," she tightened her arms around him. "You should've woken me up a lot earlier."
She was about to set her ear against his naked chest again, when Mingyu dismissed his phone, putting it on the nightstand to let his fingertips find her chin, nudging her to look back up at him.
A smirk formed on his lips. "How could I when you look so pretty sleeping on me?"
His words made the corners of her lips curl up as well, a shy smile making its way to her face as a slight blush lit up her cheeks. She couldn't hold back a gentle smack to his chest in shyness. He knew damn well what words like these did to her. And it didn't matter how many times Minnie had heard them before. It didn't matter how many compliments she'd get from them. They never failed to make her turn red and let the warm tingly feeling spread in her stomach up until it reached her heart.
A quiet giggle tumbled from his lips, his fingers still on her chin to bring her closer as he leaned down, meeting her halfway to place a soft kiss against her lips. Mingyu had always been a passionate man. Pecks on the lips were rarety when it came to him - even if it was just a short kiss. He'd pull the girl in for an open mouth and deep kiss whenever he could, still always staying true to the gentle side of him.
It was evident in his touches. His fingertips gracefully danced over her skin, the palm of his hand comfortably placed on her, pulling her only as close as she'd let him. But she'd always let him. And she always hoped he'd go even further.
His lips left hers with a faint moan as he started placing smaller kisses on her cheeks and nose, a soft giggle erupting from Minnie. From her chin, down to her midsection, he threw his arm around her, now travelling underneath the oversized shirt. His palm found the perfect dip of her waistline, stopping right there to pull her in even closer. Mingyu turned both of them to the side, letting the girl rest her back almost fully against the mattress as her arms interlocked behind his head, trapping him between her neck and shoulder, where he had let his mouth wander to. As Minnie had interlocked their legs, he let his now rest in between both of hers, his knees digging into the bed underneath.
His lips tickled her jaw, his hand now brushing over her sides and stomach. The pyjama pants she had put on the night before had moved down her hips, exposing more of her body underneath. Underwear was left in the closet during most of the nights, she prefered to only cover her body in minimum clothing. And neither of the guys would ever complain about her decision.
Even though she had basically only just woken up, the shared passion of the two was bringing her more and more into full consciousness with each movement against her lips and warmth on her skin. How she internally begged, Mingyu would finally let his hands go much lower than just her stomach, the area between her legs practically already waiting for him.
As soon as Minnie's arms around his neck loosened, he pulled back to meet her gaze. His palm left her naked skin, coming back up to let his knuckles brush over the softness of her cheeks. The blush had almost completely disappeared but was daring to come back if he continued to look at her with his gentle puppy eyes that she had come to love so much.
"Did you at least sleep well?" He whispered almost against her lips, making her bite down on her own.
The female member nodded. "I had a really comfortable pillow," her hands moved down his front and stopped at the muscles of his chest, a smirk forming on her lips as they were tightly pressed together.
Mingyu smiled, leaning down to kiss her cheek, speaking quietly against her skin, "I'm glad."
Before he was even able to fully pull back again, the girl tightened her arms around his neck to let him drop down closer to her. She captured his lips with hers, her eagerness making him grin into the kiss. At the same time, his hand lost its place on her cheek, now on her neck, letting it rest there for a short moment. He could feel the pulse underneath his palm, it quickening with each added kiss they shared. His lips curled up in an instant. The rapper couldn't help it.
To test the waters, he tried to pull back just slightly, only for his conspiracy to be proven correct: Minnie wasn't gonna let him go any time soon. Her fingers were now tight on the back of his head, brushing over the short stubble of his freshly cut hair. It just made him smirk wider.
From her neck, down her torso, his hand glided over her body slowly. Passing her shoulders and over the slight curve of her breasts. Her nipples had already started to show through the white shirt. Lower down her stomach until he reached the hem of the top. He lifted it to let his hand dive down, his palm going back up her sides until he reached the right side of her chest.
Minnie was begging him not to break the kiss, but he still went against her grip, his kisses leaving her lips to move onto her cheeks until he reached her ear, before going down her neck.
Quiet yet heavy breaths left her lips in desperation, filling the otherwise quiet and still somewhat dark room. Her freshly manicured nails scratched his scalp as soon as she could feel him starting to suck on her favourite spot in the dip where her neck and shoulder met. Her head thrown to the right side to give Mingyu better access, she glanced over to the other man who was still sound asleep. She was about to feel bad for starting a session right next to him, but the feeling of the younger rapper's teeth against her skin made her almost forget about it.
"W-Won-" she sighed out loud in a whisper, cutting herself off when his palm suddenly found the hem of her pyjama pants. "Wonwoo-oppa is still asleep," she hastily mumbled.
The '97 Liner came back up, his eyes interlocking with hers. Without a warning, he crashed his lips against hers, pulling back just a second later. "We'll wake him up later," he assured her, knowing that if the older member was already next to them, she'd want him to join as well and he'd enjoy it just as much. He hadn't forgotten about the other man in the bed, but Mingyu could only admit that he enjoyed having just a few moments in the morning with the girl underneath him alone too.
Not even caring about pulling her pants down, he opted for just dipping underneath them, his fingers travelling down almost painfully slow. He stopped right before her slit, her clit right there, begging to be touched. Holding back a whine, Minnie pushed up her hips in desperation, cursing his teasing nature in moments like this. Outside of the bedroom, she could tease him all she wanted, that was for sure, as the rest of the members did the exact same. But behind closed walls, the rapper enjoyed the power of being the one to do the same to her, just in different settings. Like, for example, with her squirming and breathing heavily underneath him.
"Mingyu-," the girl whined out, only to be stopped by his mouth on hers, stopping her from being any louder.
"I know, I know," he whispered against her. Yet, he didn't give in to her plea. But, he removed his hand from underneath her clothing item, his grip now on the hem to pull it down just a bit, enough for his palm to fully grasp her thigh.
Her legs around his loosened before wiggling to get her pants even lower with his help. Once they were down by her shins, Minnie just kicked them off, not caring where in the mess of their sheets they would be left. His warm hand brushed up and down the side of her right thigh, holding onto it every once in a while before moving onto the inner side, pushing her legs open. His fingertip teasingly glided over her inner thigh, just his forefinger tickling her skin. All while his mouth was back on her neck and her fingers tightened around his head. With his palm exploring her legs that he already knew well enough, he let his head dip lower, now onto her chest, placing soft kisses all over just above her boobs. Her hands moved to his strong shoulders, almost pushing him down her body to where she could feel herself almost dripping already with his touch so close to her pussy, yet so far from releasing any of the pressure building up.
Mingyu could feel the anticipation rising up, not only with her, but his boxers had slowly become uncomfortably tight as well, needing some form of release soon. Before his fingers would finally dip into her slit, he raked himself up back, face to face with the girl. Even in the darkness, with the close proximity he could see how big her pupil had gotten, how her eyes were screaming for him. Her lips parted, small huffs of air falling from them, her chest moving along to each, only stopping when she gulped as he smirked down at her. She couldn't even say anything more, as lowered his head, her meeting him halfway, too desperate for pleasure to wait any longer for him. He pushed her back into his pillow now underneath her. And finally, his fingers found their way to her core, tracing a long line from her entrance, up to her clit. Her wetness had already leaked, letting his entire forefinger glide over it easily before it stopped right by the bundle of nerves. Her moan was muffled by his kiss, groaning quietly into his mouth as he started to move his finger more.
Starting with rubbing small circles around it, just to tease her a little bit more, he grinned into the kiss, feeling her hips starting to move up, hoping to not only feel his touch harder against her but possibly also rub against his leg that was still captured between her two. Other than what Wonwoo would've done, Mingyu let her move around. Let her hips jolt up into his hand. He loved watching her react just like this to his delicate touch.
The small circles long forgotten, the rapper started to rub his finger up and down her clit, dipping down lower to gather more of her slick, to let it easily glide over her core.
The building-up pleasure made Minnie leave his lips, gasping as her head fell back into the cushion. Mingyu's mouth quickly made its way back to her, his tongue and lips tracing her jawbone slowly.
"You're already so wet," he whispered, making her only whine as his fingers dipped down to her entrance once again. She raised her right leg to wrap around his hips, lifting up her lower touch against him as she finally brushed against his naked leg. Immediately, a moan fell from her lips, louder than she had anticipated, to which Mingyu tried to be quick and cover her mouth with his again. Knowing, she would start to move around more, his hand left her slit, moving to her side to grasp her hip, pulling her closer, her pussy now right up against his leg. Minnie shared a deep moan into his mouth, not wasting a second before she rolled her hips up and down, her slick spreading on his upper thigh.
The rapper hissed as her pro bone brushed against his erection, sighing heavily at the feeling of her warm wetness on his skin and his cock finally feeling some form of touch.
With each roll of her lower body, the girl sighed quietly, trying to keep it down to the best of her abilities. His leg hair only added to the friction and she had already realised that his erection must've been close to being painful by how hard she was feeling it on her.
Her frantic hip movements made the sheets bundle up on the side, the sound being louder in a room as quiet as theirs. Mingyu's strong hands, now both of them on her hips, made her slow down with deep breaths. Minnie tried to fight against his grip, only wanting to get more out of the pleasure she was giving herself against his leg, but the man above her was obviously much stronger than her.
Too slowly, he moved her lower body against his thigh, making her grip tighten around the bedsheets, trying to keep her moans down with the painful speed Mingyu was letting her move. The whine she let out didn't go far as the rapper stopped her.
"Shh," he whispered, coming down to place a kiss on her cheek, "Let's not wake up Wonwoo-hyung like that."
"But-" she tried to complain, but he pushed himself up.
"Come up," he got a hold of her hands and pulled her up with him. With his strength, it was easy to now have her on her knees right in front of him. Even with him in the same position, he was still towering over her, making her grin up at him. The loss of friction was immediately forgotten, the moment her gaze met his dark eyes, and his hand cupped her cheek to pull her in for another passionate kiss. His tongue tickled her lips, asking for entrance, only to be met with her own, moving against each other in synch. Almost like they had practised. Well... they did have enough sessions before, explaining the almost routine their tongues had found themselves in.
Minnie's eagerness made her right hand travel down his chest, bumping over each ab of his on her way to his boxers. The tip of his erection was already poking the hem, screaming to be let out. Her palm rubbed over the fabric, a heavy breath tumbling from Mingyu's lips as he had to leave her lips, his forehead falling onto her smaller shoulder. She didn't exactly know how long he had been so hard, but she could imagine, as soon as she pulled the hem down, she found the evidence of pre-cum already leaking from the red tip of his cock. Unlike him, the girl didn't tease him for long, pushing the boxers down quickly to finally get a full hold of his erection. She could wrap her entire hand around it but by no means was it entirely covered by only one of her hands. Her thumb brushed over the tip, spreading the few drops of pre-cum over it, getting a shiver to rush through Mingyu's body, his hand clasping onto the cheeks of her ass.
What she would've wanted to do was just dip her head down and wrap her mouth around the perfect shape of his cock, but Mingyu suddenly placed his bigger one on top of hers, leaning back up straight. Heavy breaths made his chest move quickly. He gulped as he moved her hand away from him, motioning for her to turn to the side.
Minnie was curious as to what he was planning but followed his every step just like she usually would. Her feet were now close to the border of his side of the bed as he stepped off the bed to stand on the floor, right behind her.
"Move up," he told her, pushing her forward by placing his palms on her ass, smiling to himself. Before she got too far up the mattress, he placed a few more kisses on her shoulder with his arms around her torso. He ditched her only to her dismay right after pulling the shirt over her head, revealing her entire form. His warm hands never left her skin as they moved around to stop on her back, his left one grasping her hip while his right one pushed her forward by her shoulder blades. Minnie smiled to herself, now realising what position he had wanted her in. She got on all fours, making sure her chest was close to the mattress while her ass was up in the air. Behind her, she could hear Mingyu throwing his boxers into a corner of the room before he got down on his knees, his hands wrapping around her thighs. A soft gasp fell from her rosy lips as soon as she felt his hot breath against her pussy, only wanting to push back to feel his mouth against her.
"Wake up Wonwoo-hyung," he suddenly told her, not giving her another second before his tongue licked a strip from her front to the back, stopping at her entrance.
Even with her elbows that were supposed to steady her, the girl buckled forward at the skilled movements of his tongue against her slick.
"L-Like this?" She wondered, not knowing how he'd react if they just ripped him from his sleep while they were already in the middle of it. An assured moan vibrated against her, making her shiver and another soft moan echoed through the room.
Pushing herself slightly forward, she was close enough to Wonwoo to lean down to his ear. As he was sleeping on his right side, she decided to keep her hands on the mattress, her fingers digging into the sheets underneath her. Minnie tried to collect her heavy breathing, but Mingyu didn't show any signs of slowing down his tongue movements, switching between circling around her entrance and the tip massaging her clit.
With one deep breath, she finally whispered, "Oppa," her lips moved down to place a soft kiss on his shoulder. Wonwoo didn't budge. He was a heavier sleeper than her. Hoping she could steady herself on her left hand, she raised her right one to let her nails scratch over the exposed naked skin of his back. He had the covers pulled up enough to almost cover him entirely, yet a little peek of his torso was in her view. A visible shiver ran down his spine as he moved around.
Mingyu had opted to now focus on her entrance, sticking his tongue in and out, his fingers also joining to rub her clit. Her breathing only got heavier, but she hoped the '96 Liner would wake up to her voice rather than her moans.
"Wonwoo," she slightly shook his shoulder, "Oppa, wake up." Switching from a whisper to something just a bit louder. With a sigh, he turned to the side, his back now straight against the mattress, yet he didn't show any more signs of waking up. Minnie was about to open her mouth again, trying to keep calm while Mingyu was still behind her, but the sudden feeling of his two fingers pushing inside of her made her stumble forward, a louder moan falling from her lips. Her hands fell onto Wonwoo's shoulder, shaking him along with the soft impact. A groan from the older member went above her head, too focused on the pleasure rushing through her body. With scrunched eyebrows, the rapper turned his head to the side where the soft groans from the girl came from.
"Mh?" Even in his hum, you could tell how rough his voice was just after waking up. "What?" He asked out loud, rubbing his eyes as he opened them, glancing down at Minnie whose face was pushed into the pillow. His eyes quickly fell on the curve of her back up to her ass, which was up in the air - a sight he could gladly be woken up any day. The enjoyment he felt at the view in front of him suddenly switched to Mingyu, who stood up behind her, standing straight in all his glory.
"Sorry, hyung," he smiled, "we started without you."
Wonwoo's lips got a slight curve to them as he looked back at the girl, who was trying to get herself up again, her arms shaking from the orgasm she was so close to having, if it wasn't for the younger rapper suddenly pulling back. He pushed himself up by his elbows, his gaze switching between the two younger members.
"Don't be," Wonwoo smirked, his hand coming up to brush Minnie's hair out of her face, finding her almost glassy eyes. "Someone's clearly enjoying it." His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, the tiredness still written all across his face, while there was only pleasure to be seen on hers.
The girl grinned as a thought shot to her head. A quick second passed before she decided to keep the comment to herself. Now was not the time to tease the '97 Liner. He was in a position to make her regret it and at this time of day, she prefered to enjoy their shared session in bed. Mingyu had a tight grip on his erection, already lining it up with her entrance, getting another sudden moan from her. The free hand dug into her left hip, his thumb right on one of the dimples that decorated her lower back. Only a split second later, he pushed himself inside her, forcing Minnie to jolt forward slightly, her head falling back into the pillow, only for Wonwoo to make her look up again, cupping her cheek in his palm. He had steadied himself up on his left elbow, his right hand holding onto her as he leaned forward, placing his lips onto hers. The kiss muffled each moan that tumbled from her lips, only getting louder with every added thrust from Mingyu.
As soon as he released her mouth again, a loud whine echoed through the room. Her eyes were still closed from the rush of pleasure and pressure building up in her core. Minnie couldn't see the way Wonwoo's eyes raked over her face, tracing her nose and lips before leaning down to place kisses down the invisible line he had created in his mind. Only when he leaned back a second time, she looked at him. His fingers graced over her jawline, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Has Mingyu been good to you?" He asked her almost ironically. Her mouth was still open, moan after moan leaving her lush lips, her head tilting back and forth with each thrust. He knew the answer, yet he couldn't help asking her.
With scrunched eyebrows, the girl nodded frantically, her grip on the sheets tightening as she could feel the first orgasm that she had lost merely a minute ago coming back to her.
"Yeah?" Wonwoo whispered, his fingers now tangled in her hair as he made sure to keep her face in front of his, their gazes interlocked. He could almost see the plea in her eyes, begging to finally come. The glassy overlay reflected on her iris. "Did you cum already?" She shook her head with a gulp. "Are you gonna cum now?" She was quick to nod. With a smile, he leaned forward again, her lips too pretty not to be kissed. Her moans only made him groan in return. His hands found hers, letting the girl grip onto them instead of the sheets.
The sight in front of him made Mingyu sigh heavily, his thrusts had started to become more irregular as he could feel her walls tighten around him, only making him get closer to his own release.
"Fuck..." he cursed with a groan, "I'm not gonna last much longer," he admitted, making the older rapper chuckle.
"It's okay, she neither," Wonwoo answered for her, letting Minnie rest her forehead against his shoulder, their hands intertwined as her whines became more high-pitched, letting them know just how close she really was. "Right?" He leaned down to her ear.
The female member nodded, "Yeah...," she sighed out loud, followed by a loud moan, "God... Oh, God-" cutting herself off with an almost high-pitched scream when Mingyu suddenly switched to hard sharp thrusts. Wonwoo held onto her, his lips now on her neck, sucking and licking the spot Mingyu had teased her at only a short while ago. He had known her body for a good bit longer, having thought the younger rapper everything he needed to know, but still, he was proud to say that he was confident in probably knowing her just a bit better.
Right before the '97 Liner could hit the fourth thrust, Minnie gave in. Her orgasm washed over her body, her body shaking through it. Her nails dug into Wonwoo's hand, making him groan in pleasure and bite down on her skin, getting another moan from her in return. With only a few more thrusts, Mingyu followed, pulling out just in time, covering her ass and lower back with spurts of his cum. His low groans mixed with the warmth now on her backside made her smile to himself. That only got wider as soon as she felt his thumb gliding over the picture he had painted.
She pushed herself up, her knees thankfully still strong enough to keep her up straight. The younger rapper's arm had wrapped around her shoulder once again. The thumb he had just used to swipe over his cum now lined up with her lips, nudging her to open her mouth as she let herself fall back against his strong chest. Without hesitation, she obeyed, parting her lips, letting his finger enter her mouth before puckering around it, her tongue swiping across the tip. Synchronised moans of pleasure from both '97 Liners filled the room while the oldest of the three leaned back against the headrest, his lips curved up as he watched the two. He'd be lying if he said that was the reason for him to get hard. His erection had been growing ever since he had heard the first moan from Minnie.
As they truly had only decided to watch a movie the night before, he stayed in his boxers and sweats, but both of these seemed uncomfortably tight as he now eyed the two other members. The girl had her head tilted back, Mingyu's thumb now out of her mouth and placed on her neck, while his lips were engulfing hers. His other hand had already found its way back to her slit, and her legs instinctively parted again, giving Wonwoo the perfect view of her glistening pussy.
With a chuckle, Minnie pushed his hand away and parted their lips, scootching back up the bed with a sigh. The younger rapper had already turned to the nightstand to get some of the tissues he kept there, cleaning her backside neatly.
The girl didn't miss the soft grin on her partner's face, making her move over to him as soon as she felt a reassuring tap on her ass, letting her know Mingyu was done behind her.
"How did you sleep?" Wonwoo asked her as soon as she was close enough.
"Good," she smiled, leaning forward to go back to kissing him like before. The saltiness of the other man's cum was still faint on her tongue but it only made Wonwoo groan into the kiss. She suddenly pulled back, placing a soft peck on his bottom lip. "Did you sleep well?"
The '96 Liner nodded, his hand coming up to grab the back of her, pulling her back in. "I did," he told her in between kisses. "But waking up today was even better." His comment made her giggle. As she knew there was no way of her getting out of the grip he had on her hair, not so shyly, she let her hand wander down his body. Tracing the faint bumps of his abs he had been working on getting back with her manicured nails. Just like with Mingyu, she wasn't about to waste more time, her fingers dipping right underneath the hem of his boxers, her hand palming his erection. A heavy breath fell from his lips as his hand tightened on her hair, making her groan in pleasure.
Mingyu had come back into the room, having thrown away the tissues in the bin in the bathroom. Wonwoo quickly opened his eyes at the sound of footsteps, ushering him over to the bed immediately. With his attention away from the girl for just a split second, Minnie took the opportunity to move out of his grip and push the sheets of his body. Not wanting to put up a fight and enjoy her doing, the older member let her, leaning back against the mattress as she started to pull down his sweatpants and his boxers already along with them. His cock sprung free, hitting the bottom of his stomach.
Wonwoo's hand came down to brush over her head once she was only a few inches away from his erection while Mingyu claimed his side of the bed again, the palm of his hand running up and down her side, as it was perfectly in his view.
Minnie started by tracing a long strip up his shaft with her tongue, his head immediately falling back in pleasure. With a small drop of her spit right on his tip, letting it trickle down, she wrapped her hand around his cock, spreading the liquid around a bit more before wrapping her lips around him while her palm covered anything she couldn't get in her mouth. Wonwoo groaned out loud, his fingers holding onto her hair as she slowly bobbed her head up and down. The younger rapper's hands had started massaging the cheeks of her ass, enjoying the soft moans from her and the heavy sighs and groans from the man next to him.
Minnie used her free hand to cup the older member's balls, her other still occupied with moving up and down along with her head, stopping when she decided to let her tongue circle around the tip. She opened her mouth, giving Wonwooo the perfect view of her side profile as she delicately moved her lips and tongue around his erection. It was only then, he remembered the other member in the bed as well.
"Wait-" he stopped her, nudging her chin to come back up. "Let's give Mingyu a better view." Making the younger rapper chuckle. Minnie grinned as she looked back at her fellow '97 Liner, her thumb wiping away the drop of drool daring to spill out.
"Come here," Wonwoo prompted himself up on his knees, motioning for her to get in between him and Mingyu. "Lay down," he told her, throwing his cushion to cover half of the other one, making a higher surface for her. Right as he asked, the female member laid down on her back, sandwiched by her two partners, with the younger one calmly in the same position as her, while the older one had gotten closer to her, still on his knees, his cock in his hands. She replaced his grip with her own, waiting for him to be close enough before he dropped down, his tip back against her lips. Before she let it slip inside her mouth, her hands warmed his cock again, pumping up and down his length, making him groan once again as his left hand came up against the headrest to steady himself. Subconsciously, he leaned forward, pushing the tip further into her mouth, but Minnie just willingly opened it, letting him do as he pleased.
Mingyu's eyes were on them, simply just enjoying the view as he could already feel himself getting hard again, sighing heavily. His gaze fell onto Wonwoo's right hand that was travelling down dangerously low to where the girl had started to roll her hips against nothing, just instinctively. By simply just the sounds of pleasure from her partners, she could get herself rilled up, delighted at the fact that they wouldn't hold back their moans and groans, but let them fill the heat of the room.
As soon as the older rapper's middle- and ring finger started massaging her clit, a whine from her made his dick plop out of her mouth, and slap against her cheek. Her sound went straight to both of the men's cocks, making them jerk up. Wonwoo put his erection back into her mouth after she was able to catch her breath again. Her hand on his thigh stopped him from frantically moving his cock past her lips, wanting to deep and slowly.
Her pussy was still slick and most probably would still be in the next hour or so, counting the amount of pleasure she was receiving and giving. His fingers rubbed on her clit, using her wetness as lubrication. Feeling her body give into the enjoyment as she bucked up her hips. Her whines still fell from her lips, even with his dick filling up her mouth.
The guys could listen to the sound of her moans all day. After all the songs she had ever written, these were still the most beautiful sounds to the two men.
Wonwoo's eyes fell on the other member on the opposite side of the bed, who had started to palm himself again, his erection growing with each second that he listened to the sounds coming from the two next to him.
"Mingyu," his heavy breathing didn't stop as he spoke. "Come up here." The older member motioned for him to get closer, looking down at the woman beneath them in awe as she was still using her tongue to circle around his tip, her hand pumping him, her eyes shut in pleasure as his own fingers were working on her second orgasm. Mingyu shuffled up, watching Wonwoo, pull out his erection from her grip before cupping her cheek.
"You wanna try to take both of us?" He asked her, who switched her gaze between the '96 Liner's warm gaze and the '97 Liner's eyes, which were wide in surprise, but she could see the moment those words reached his ears, his body visibly reacting to it as his cock jerked up just a slight bit, making her bite down on her lips.
"Yeah," she quietly told him, nodding as she reached out with both of her hands to wrap around each cock of theirs. Slowly, she pushed them down to her lips, placing a soft kiss on each of their tips. She moved on to Mingyu's first. She spat onto his length before her hand spread it along, while the head of his dick was laid against her outstretched tongue.
With a deep groan, the '97 Liner threw his head back. Wonwoo, whose cock was getting pumped at the same time by her, watched him with a grin. It only lasted a second before he suddenly felt Minnie's lips back on him as she now glanced up at him, making him sigh heavily, his hand coming down to let his thumb brush over her cheek. She smiled against his touch, her tongue drawing a big circle around his tip with her mouth wide open.
With the pleasure he was receiving, Wonwoo had forgotten to get back to work on his girlfriend's orgasm, his hand quickly moving from her cheek down back to her slit, where he immediately pushed the two fingers he had used before inside of her, making her moan out loud, both of their dick hanging right above her open lips. Her hands hadn't stopped moving around their shafts, still getting heavy huffs from both men, only encouraging her to keep going.
As she now had both of them in a position like this and remembered Wonwoo's question from before, a dazing thought rushed through her head, making her lips curl up. She let her hands get close to their tips before pushing them to her lips just like earlier, only that now, she opened her mouth, pushing both of them inside of her. Her cheeks filled at an almost painful stretch, making her shut her eyes, but the moment her tongue hit the tip of their cocks, making both of the guys moan out loudly, she let it happen. Minnie raised her head just slightly, angling it straighter to let their erection move deeper into her mouth. With the added pleasure of Wonwoo's fingers still pumping in and out of her, her heavy breaths dared to turn into gags as Mingyu almost couldn't hold back from pushing deeper inside, the tight feeling of the inside of her cheeks against his length making him shudder.
With a gasp, she released her lips from the stretch, making the men sigh out with Wonwoo's hand suddenly speeding up while his thumb rubbed on her clit. Almost hastily, with short high-pitched moans, she forced the two cocks back into her mouth, her hands continuing to work on the rest of their lengths.
The older member threw his head back with a heavy groan, "God... just like that," his left hand brushed over the top of her hair, making her look up at him with wide eyes. The sight of two cocks in her mouth, her eyes glassy from pleasure and pain, her eyebrows scrunched together as she was getting closer to her own release, almost made him come right then and there, but he had to hold himself back.
"Fuck," Mingyu cursed out loud, his head dropping forward as Minnie started to bob her head, releasing their erections from her mouth each second, only to put them back inside in the following ones.
She surprised both of them when she suddenly started to use the spit that had gathered around them and smear it all over their lengths with her hands. Sneakily, she brought them closer together, rubbing their tips against each other, only before pushing them even a little bit further until she could wrap her hands collectively around both of them at the same time, letting the guys buck forward, using her hand as an almost fleshlight, while they brushed against each other.
The new sensation brought a new wave of pleasure to both of them as Mingyu continued to mumble out different curse words, shaking his head as he tried to steady himself with his hand on the headboard. Wonwoo had opted to place his palm on the younger rapper's shoulder, leaning slightly forward. Their cocks continued to move against each other, Minnie's hand keeping them together and giving them a hole to fuck with her hands. Without thinking about his actions, Mingyu dropped his head onto the hand on his shoulder, first letting his side rest against it before he turned it to place a gentle kiss against the rough knuckles of the man in front of him.
The older member had to pull his fingers back from Minnie's core, coming up to get a hold of Mingyu's hair, and pulling it back to make him meet his gaze. The two leaned in closer, their foreheads resting against each other as their eyes fell down to their cocks, glistening in the girl's spit as she rubbed them against each other, them bucking their hips forwards so she wouldn't even have to move her hands, only letting her tongue swipe across their tips every now and then. As she glanced up for a split second, she found both of their gazes on her, a grin spreading on her lips as she found their fucked out eyes.
"Hyung," Mingyu suddenly whined, "I-I'm gonna cum."
Wonwoo could only nod, his hand on the younger one's shoulder tightening as he could feel Minnie's tongue move quicker across their tips, wanting to bring both of them to their release. Merely seconds before both of them would buck their hips for the last time, the girl released their cocks from each other, using her hands to get them off separately. Only a few pumps later, loud groans and heavy moans filled her ears as spurts of cum started decorating her chest. She continued to run her hands along their lengths, waiting until every last drop hand landed on her chest before moving onto Wonwoo's cock first. Her lips wrapped around his girth easily, her tongue immediately getting to work with cleaning up the last drips coming from his tip. When she felt his comforting hand on her head, she let him free, his erection now much slumber than before. She glanced up at him with a curve to her lips as he chuckled down at her. He couldn't hold back but leaned down to give her a quick peck.
After releasing her again, he moved off the bed to get the tissues this time. As soon as he was out of her sight, the female member looked over at Mingyu, who had already fallen back against the mattress, still heavily breathing. With his hand on his chest he tried to calm himself down, but once glance down at his cock told her that it would take more time than expected as his tip was still bright red, just like it had been when he was hard as a rock before. With a sly smile, Minnie pushed herself up, her movements making her fellow '97 Liner look over at her. He reached out to cup her left cheek in his warm palm, copying her facial expression as he shook his head with a chuckle.
"Unbelievable," he mumbled with a smile. He dropped his hand again as Wonwoo told the girl to come closer to the edge of the bed. The younger rapper let her push herself up with his abs underneath her hands as the older member wiped the cum stains off her chest. Mingyu leaned forward until he was close enough to place soft kisses on her side making her try to squirm away, but he had already wrapped his arms around her, not letting her move much.
After the '96 Liner was done, he gave a quick kiss to her forehead before disappearing just like Mingyu had done before to rid of the tissues, neither wanting to collect them on the bedside table or somewhere on the floor, while also knowing the other man would take care of their girl in the meantime.
The younger rapper was still nose-deep in her side, pulling her in even closer, making the girl giggle. She managed to push his face away from her side, not managing the tickle of his kisses for much longer. As soon as he looked up at her though, she couldn't hold back but lean down, cupping his cheeks in her hands to keep him straight as she locked her lips onto his. He moved lower to snake around her ass, the soft flesh squished up against his arm.
The two were interrupted once Wonwoo came back, joining the two back on the bed, stopping right behind Minnie on the mattress, his lips going down to her neck. At the same time, his fingers travelled down to her slit that was still waiting for the final touch. Her mouth had to leave Mingyu's to let out a soft moan, leaning back against the older member's chest as she felt his fingertips going through the crack of her ass, down to her still pulsating clit, massaging it in circles. Wonwoo took the opportunity to push her head to the side with his free hand to make her look at him, covering her lips with his own as he engulfed her in a deep kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth right away. A deep groan shook her body as Mingyu started to kiss his way up from her stomach until he reached her breasts. His big hand cupped her left tit, kneading it to get a moan out of her. His lips wrapped around her already hard enough nipple, his tongue flicking the nub.
"I think we still owe you something," Wonwoo whispered against her lips, commenting on the orgasm he couldn't give her before as the new experience she had given the two men came as a surprise, making them have to steady themselves on each other. Minnie chuckled against his touch, melting into his embrace as she whined as soon she felt his fingers enter her again. But she had had enough of their hands, feeling the need to be filled up with much more than just their fingers, even though they could very much so give her enough pleasure as well.
"P-Please..." she mumbled, her words stuttering as he suddenly pressed his fingers hard against her clit.
"Hm?" Wonwoo teasingly wondered.
"Hyung, lay down," Mingyu suddenly spoke up, straightening his back to glance at the man behind the girl, who gazed up at the '97 Liner.
Wonwoo would never question the younger one's proposals and actions when it came to the three. Each one of them only wanted the best for the other ones, so they knew whatever one of them had in mind, the others would most definitely enjoy them anyway. The '96 Liner, laid down on the mattress, his head on the two stacked pillows where Minnie had been only a few minutes ago.
The younger rapped wrapped a strong arm around the small waist of the girl, pulling her in closely with a passionate kiss on her lips as he turned them around on the bed - her back now to Wonwoo, while her chest was still pushed up against his. The older member had already started to pump himself again, just the view in front of him getting him easily hard a second time in a row.
Gently, Mingyu pushed her further back until her ass was lined up with the growing erection behind her. His hands on her ass told her to straighten her knees as he glanced behind her, making sure, she'd be lined up with the tip of Wonwoo's cock. The older rapper straightened his legs and with his palms on hers, he pulled them over his waist. He quickly got a hold of his cock again which was now only millimetres away from entering her again as Mingyu kissed her deeply one more time before patting her ass, telling her to lower herself. The head of his dick glided into her slit easily, her wetness still lubricating her wall as she sat down onto his hips, a shuttering moan tumbling from her lips. Wonwoo's hands immediately found their place on her hips, already bucking up his lower body, making her whine out in surprise.
Mingyu gave her a few more pecks on the cheek before pushing up against her even more, the palms of his hands securely on her back as he dropped her back against the other member's chest. With her ass against Wonwoo's pro bone and his grip tightly on her, she started to roll her hips instantly, needing to release the pressure that had built up over the past few minutes. The older rapper pushed his lower half up, hitting the highest point of her inside with each thrust.
The '97 Liner couldn't help but smile down at the two before he got down on his knees, lowering his chest to meet the scrunched-up bedsheets underneath them, lining his face up with the frantically moving bodies. Minnie stopped her movements, relying on Wonwoo's thrusts against her G-Spot, moaning out loud as Mingyu's tongue pressed against her clit. Wonwoo couldn't see clearly, but he could still feel the other member's presence between his legs, making him grin at the thought of what he was possibly doing that could get sounds like these out of the girl.
Her hands tried to find something to grasp onto as the man's thrusts had become deeper while the other one's tongue lapped around her clit, the tip massaging her bundle of nerves. The '96 Liner saw her struggle, loosening his grip on her hips to let his arms wrap around her waist, pulling her back as closely as possible against his chest. His hips continued to thrust up into her, choked-up moans falling from her lips that could only be stopped as she moved her head to the side, their lips meeting for a deep kiss. The heels of her feet had started to dig into the mattress, pushing her lower body slightly up, only for Mingyu to push it back down, his mouth not leaving her core, his lips now wrapped around her clit to suck on it.
A mix of high-pitched moans and whines echoed through the room, Minnie didn't even know how to react to the pleasure any more, just letting it wash over her with each thrust, suck, kiss, and lick on her body.
Wonwoo's arms suddenly moved up her body, grasping her tits into his palms, making her own hands come up to hold onto his, heavily breathing as his fingers started to play with her nipples. He could feel himself getting dangerously close to his release, wanting her to come along with him. His thrusts had started to deepen, hitting the rough spot inside of her, getting choked-up moans of hers in return as she turned her head to the side once again, begging for his kisses to calm her down.
Mingyu was still working down, his eyes always up on the girl squirming against Wonwoo's chest, making him grin against her as proudly licked around her clit, adding to the pleasure she needed for her final release.
"P-Please come... inside me," Minnie moaned out, each thrust making it harder for her to form words as she could slowly feel herself turning into a mess of pleasure. "Please, Wonwoo..."
Hearing the sound of his name drop from her lips, surrounded by moans and whines brought him closer to his release than he had wanted to, now only a few more thrusts away from bursting a second time.
Her hands tightened on his arm as his fingers dug into the softness of her breasts. The shortness of his breath turned into heavy groans, his cock pumping a few more times before finally releasing himself inside of her. A loud groan fell from his lips as Minnie felt the warmth of his cum filling her up. Mingyu pushed himself up to let his member have his quick moment of relief as he watched his cock plop out of the girl's entrance, drops of his cum following close behind. He leaned back down to get his lips on her clit again while his fingers pushed every drip that dared to come out of her back inside. She jolted up in surprise, thinking she'd get a quick moment of rest, but the '97 Liner was already back down. Wonwoo sat up straighter, moving the girl down to sit between his legs, giving Mingyu a quick break to take a breath before his tongue circled her bundle of nerves again.
Over her shoulder, the older rapper got to look down at the younger member, smirking at the sight of his fingers pushing inside of her while his lips were working on her clit. His hands were still on her breasts, while his mouth had moved down to her shoulder, placing kiss after kiss as he travelled up to her jaw, making her turn her head to kiss him once again, his breathing still heavy from the orgasm he was trying to come down from.
"Fu-... I'm so close," she stumbled over her words as she glanced at the man between her legs, who looked up at her exclaim, only making her moan out loud again. Wonwoo smirked against her neck.
"Come on Mingyu's tongue, baby," he whispered, his deep voice sending a rush through her body. His hand kneaded her breasts more, his fingers focusing on her hard nipples. Her hands dropped from their grasp on him, to move down to pull at the younger rapper's short hair, getting a groan from him in return that shook her core. With a shaky moan, she bucked up her hips, his teeth gracing her clit suddenly, making her jolt in surprise. Her whines turned into quick short breaths, mumbles tumbling from her lips as her head fell back, her begs getting louder with each suck on her clit and push of his fingers inside of her.
It only took one more brush against her G-Spot before she came. The orgasm burst through her body. She lifted her hips in reaction as Mingyu's lips didn't leave her pussy, continuing to suck. His lips were tight around her clit, trying to drag out her orgasm as much as possible, while she was wriggling against him, Wonwoo's strong arms around her keeping her somewhat still.
"Ah!" She cried out, trying to push Mingyu's head away from her with a whine. Finally, he released her, letting a deep sigh leave her body, her head falling back against the older rapper's shoulder, who was kissing her jawline. With a proud smirk, the '97 Liner wiped a thumb across his lips before placing his hands on her waist to lean down, covering her lips with his to stick his tongue into her mouth. A muffled groan came from her as she tasted the remains of her on him, smiling against his lips. As Wonwoo was still on her jaw, one slight movement let their heads bump together, making both men look up.
With both of their eyes filled with leftover lust, they smirked at each other and before Mingyu could even think much about his next move, he brushed past Minnie, his lips finding the older member's as he also leaned forward, meeting him in the middle. Pleasurable hums filled the girl's ear as she turned her head to the side, finding her partners sharing a moment of passion as Wonwoo's hand clasped on the back of Mingyu's head, pulling him in just a bit deeper, their tongues finally meeting. The '96 Liner recognised the taste of the girl still on his lips, smirking into the kiss, before pulling back. Their eyes only met for a split second, sharing a quick smile before their attention was back on her who watched them with wild eyes, the corners of her lips curled up. Wonwoo was the first to get back on her lips, the younger member opting for the other side of her neck. Only after a split second, the two switched, each of them groaning against each other's lips.
Too lost in the touches of each other, the stain forming on the sheets underneath them was long forgotten and the tissues now suddenly unimportant in the nightstand.
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Of Angels and Curses
Synopsis - In a world where Angels and Curses are locked in a never ending war, an unsuspecting seraph becomes entangled with the very thing she is fated to eradicate.
Pairings - Curse!Toji Fushiguro x f!Angel!Reader. Curse!Ryomen Sukuna x Reader. Angel!Satoru Gojo x Reader.
Warnings - Descriptions of violence and injuries, eventual smut. Cannibalism(?) (idk it’s Curses eating each other), violence of war. Toji being a lil spicy ;)
A/N - Apologies for the delays with this one! The edits for Chapter 6 and 7 really took it out of me (if you haven’t re-read them yet, then I highly recommend you do!) Anyways, enjoy this chapter! Ko-Fi.
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Chapter 8
It was frightening how easily Y/N slipped back into the dance of war.
But then again, it was second nature to her; a tune to a song that had been sung for a thousand years. It was etched into her very being, she’d heard the words sung from inside her mother’s womb, felt its resonance the moment she was born, and sung it herself when she descended to Earth from Heaven. No Angel, from the dawn of time, had ever escaped the call of this haunting song.
However, the song had a far different tune in Hell than it did anywhere else.
Battles won on Earth had been marvelous victories, where just a bit more sin had been cleansed from the world. But here in Hell, sin multiplied tenfold, especially after a battle was won. Y/N didn’t know why every victory she won felt like a loss. Perhaps it was the sight of her own soldiers feasting on the corpses of the dead, both enemies and comrades, their greed knowing no bounds as black blood gushed forth to make the ground muddy. Perhaps it was the fact she took no prisoners of war, leaving none alive because the severity of torture they would face would be a waste of her soldiers time. Or perhaps it was the persistent feeling that, despite every victory, the end was nowhere near in sight.
Naoya and Jogo’s soldiers proved relentless, pounding against Geto’s borders without pause.
Again.
And again.
And again…
Y/N hadn’t slept in seven days, and how could she? There was no time, and it was far too dangerous to sleep. She hadn’t seen Geto for nearly a month; any and all correspondence was done via Suda, who never rested either as she relayed messages between all Geto’s different battalions throughout Hell. While her brother fought more offensively, assembling his most savage and strongest Curses to directly attack Jogo and Naoya within their own borders, Y/N was charged with defending their own lands. Their enemies could instantaneously appear in the hundreds – if not, tens of hundreds – across various locations.
For this reason, Sukuna’s ring of teleportation had been particularly invaluable for her defense.
It was eerie, almost as if the King of Hell had somehow predicted the war and their strategies. Y/N had been reluctant to even put the ring on, but as soon as she did, sliding it on the exact same finger as Toji wore his, it had shrunk and hugged to the exact size of her finger. She told herself it was a necessity, as there was no way she would have worn it otherwise. Y/N often wondered what Sukuna thought of all this, if he even cared that his Curses were busy slaughtering each other instead of the seraphim. But this wasn’t the first war of Hell, and she guessed that if he hadn’t intervened previously, then it was unlikely he would care now.
Despite when Geto had claimed, even challenged, that this would be the most bloody and violent war that Hell had ever seen.
Y/N often found herself lost in thoughts of what might have been. Amidst the seemingly endless time loop of a fight, her body moved with pure instinct in the dance of death. She didn’t need to use her mind to fight, and so it often wandered to a future that didn’t exist – one where she had become Gojo’s wife, fighting alongside him against the Curses she now fought beside. That would have been a holy and noble war, enacting God’s justice against those that turned against his light. Sometimes, Y/N glanced at her fellow soldiers, and wondered if she would have been forced to kill them in a world where she remained an Angel. A world where Satoru loved her, and she returned it equally. So strong was her daydream that her old soul almost took over, and time seemed to slow as her blade hovered dangerously close to her own soldier’s neck.
Until its maw opened unnaturally wide, and its razor-sharp teeth buried into an enemy Curse’s head. Y/N pulled back sharply, her mind and soul snapping back place as her body recoiled.
How had she not noticed her foe approach her? She would have been deep within its clutches if not for her fellow Curse, whom she had almost contemplated killing.
She cracked her neck with an audible pop and rotated her wrists, feeling the tension release with each twist, and nodded at the Curse who had saved her. It stared at her expectantly like a lost child, haunting vulnerability in its eyes, pink flesh dangling in shredded ribbons between its stained fangs. In one swift motion, Y/N swung her katanas in her hands, and her companion startled out of their momentary trance, returning to the savage dance of the battle around them.
There was something so beautiful about that moment, but Y/N couldn’t place her finger on it.
She wanted to chase that feeling.
If this war was to be so vicious, then Y/N embrace it all and return it tenfold. She readied her body to dance as her soldiers rallied around, completely surrounding her. The notion might have once frightened her, but not anymore. There was nothing to fear, only death and the beautiful song of war.
And then, hellfire started to rain from the sky.
Jogo…
Now this, is what the end is supposed to look like.
“Y/N!”
Miguel’s familiar voice shouted from a distance, causing Y/N to swiftly turn in its direction. In an instant, he was next to her. “Y/N! Suda has just informed me; Geto has begun the siege on the Zenins!”
Her eyes narrowed. “So Jogo sends his soldiers here. He thinks we cannot fend him off with only half an army.”
She surveyed her own force, rapidly formulating strategies in her mind. It was unclear how many Jogo had sent to the border, but one of the Curses was definitely one of his higher-ups, judging by the hellfire. Y/N doubted Jogo himself had come, not yet anyways. Suddenly, a blast of fire erupted outside her circle as a droplet landed beside them, and a Curse screeched in agony.
“Find Curses to form a barrier above us,” Y/N said urgently, shielding her head as another bout of fire erupted near her. “We cannot defend ourselves with this.”
Miguel nodded, sweat beading on his forehead. “And you? Do you need more soldiers?”
She looked at the Curses surrounding her, their gnashing teeth and pounding legs thumping the ground, as if they were her hellhounds eager to be off their leash. Y/N shook her head. “No, these are all I need. Send more to protect the supply outposts. We cannot afford to lose another.”
Miguel nodded and disappeared, leaving Y/N to take charge. She roughly dragged a Curse from the circle closer to her, then placed a hand gently on its head, as if seeking to make amends. She whispered softly, her voice like a soothing prayer that she found Curses responded well to. "Go and find me the one responsible for the hellfire.”
The Curse blabbered nonsense, its cloven feet stomping into the dirt, before speeding off into the fray, barreling into enemies and swinging them into the air with reckless abandon. Y/N raised her katanas over her head and launched herself against their foes. Her soldiers followed closely behind, swept up in the fervor of her charge. Y/N was the relentless tide crashing against the shoreline, the herald of a catastrophic tsunami that would engulf them all.
It was some time before her hoofed Curse returned, it’s battered and bloodied form charging towards her. With a powerful thrust, it impaled into an enemy Curse that Y/N had suspended high into the air with her katanas. The Curse snarled and spat, but she knew to follow its lead. And through the maze of death and corpses it led her, a twisted beacon amidst the darkness and chaos.
Straight towards Jogo’s second in command.
Hanami.
For a split second, Y/N was gripped by sadness. Why had fate forced them to cross paths? Yet, it seemed inevitable; the two generals of the Kings must be the destined to confront each other. Why did God make such things come to pass? Hanami was innocent, a Curse born from the fear of Gods own nature that he himself had created. What was there truly to fear? Hanami embodied nature’s beauty as much as much as its cruelty. Thorns and vines coiled around Y/N’s soldiers, ruthlessly tearing them apart, but she couldn’t shake the memory of her fever dream. The voice that had condemned her to be scratched into pieces. Was it actually a vision from this very moment? Was Hanami to be the orchestrator of her demise, strumming the strings of her death like a harp?
Y/N thought it was what she deserved, to be killed by God’s nature from which she had turned her back.
Hanami seemed to finally notice her, releasing the soldiers entangled within her thorns and spreading out her arms as if welcoming Y/N home. She wanted to cry; both with homesickness and with the sickly sin she was about to commit. For she had no intention of dying, even if it was what she deserved. Yet, tears slipped from her eyes regardless.
“Why do you cry?”
It was Hanami’s voice in Y/N’s head, and it startled her. All the Curses around them had turned to fight each other, paving a makeshift pathway directly between the two of them.
“Do you cry for yourself? For your mate who shall surely grieve you?”
“No, I cry for you.”
“For me? You don’t know me.”
“And I never will, but I would have liked to.”
“I have been charged with your death, and I will not fail as Mahito did. If you must know me, then know this. I do not hate you, I only seek a world where my nature can thrive. You and your brother stand in the way of that.”
How cruel, God why must you do this to me – to her? She would have been a wonderful Angel.
“We should have been on the same side then, because I don’t hate you either.”
With that, they launched themselves at each other through the garden of thorns and ruby roses. Each step brought forth a flurry of petals, swirling around them like a tempest. Y/N's blades sliced through the flowers and roots, yet Hanami countered her with a strength and speed that seemed to match the blooming growth around them.
They collided in a chaotic tangle of petals and gleaming metal, the air thick with the sickening scent of blood and blossoms. The behemoth Curse’s vines and thorns twisted and writhed, entangling Y/N in a deadly embrace, and the ground beneath them trembled with the force of her strikes against the roots. The air crackled with raw energy, as victory remained shrouded in a misty cloud. Through their bond, Y/N felt Toji’s essence urging her on desperately, and she clenched her jaw in determination.
This would end, one way or the other.
-•-
She trudged through from the portal with a slight limp, dragging the full weight of Hanami’s body behind her.
Y/N hated how this was so undignified for Hanami. She deserved a proper burial, or at least a smiting, but Y/N had no more divine energy to spare for that, and Curses would never bury their enemies. This was the way it had to be done, what was expected of her. The village she had teleported to was one of the largest at the border, serving as Y/N’s base to travel between. As the Curses around her stared, taking in the lifeless body of Jogo’s general, they erupted into frantic joy. Y/N was too tired for it, too saddened by what she had done, to find any enjoyment in hearing chants and cheers of her name in reverence.
Her bones ached, and her eyes felt as dry as sand. Y/N knew she needed to sleep, but she could hardly bring herself to do it. Every time she closed her eyes, she was haunted by that nightmarish red color, and a phantom pain bloomed over her face where Mahito had touched her. To sleep felt like a death sentence now, and it was beyond infuriating that their enemies had stolen her very basic right to rest and sleep.
On top of that, Y/N missed Toji fiercely.
The exhausted part of Y/N wished she had taken him up on his offer, because then she would have been at peace and safe. But the rational part of her would never allow it, standing firmly in her resolve not to run away from this war. But still, Y/N felt as if their bond had shifted to something more… intense. It was as crippling as it was exhilarating.
Suda and Miguel were waiting for her outside an old stone house that once belonged to a local villager, but now served as her own personal quarters. Miguel looked exhausted, but still kept up his cool demeanor in front of Suda, whose eyes widened into saucers as she took in Hanami’s body.
Y/N finally stopped dragging the body and let go, and it thumped loudly as it hit the ground. “Bring her head to my brother,” she instructed, making it clear that she would not be maiming any corpses herself.
Suda grimaced further, lip curling in disgust. “Anything else?”
“Tell him not to worry about us, and to focus on the siege. Just let us know when he needs supplies so we can send a group to transport it quickly.”
Suda nodded and looked at Miguel for support, who began to drag Hanami away from Y/N. With a sigh, Y/N pushed open the door, stumbling through and hoping nobody saw her. Hanami’s thorns had cut through parts of her armor, creating deep welts that throbbed and bled. One of the vines had gripped Y/N’s ankle so tightly that it was a struggle to walk straight. She knew she needed to sleep; it would help heal her wounds, and probably her ankle. But the sheer amount of obsidian blood covering her body, red rose petals clinging to it like feathers in tar, was a reminder that sleep was out of reach.
Y/N knelt at the edge of the bed, clasping her hands together as her knees scraped harshly against the floor. Prayer kept her from falling asleep, and from staying awake, fearing an assassin lurking in the night. And in some strange way, she felt as if God was still listening, even all the way down in the depths of Hell.
“Dear God in Heaven,
I ask that you deliver me from this darkness.
Help me cleanse this sin, and bring forth light an-”
“What are you doing?”
She’d never sprung into action so fast in her life. Her body acted on pure instinct, all speed and rage as she crashed directly into the bulky form of the stranger in her room. It was unnerving, frightening, that Y/N hadn’t heard anything approaching her, especially after swearing to herself that nothing was going to sneak up on her again. Her attacker grunted in surprise, and they wrestled for just a moment until Y/N registered Toji’s bright green eyes and familiar shaggy black locks. She had him pinned to the floor, her forearm pressing deep into his neck, and her dagger delicately close to his temple. He was breathing hard, nostrils flared in alarm, and tense.
“It’s me,” Toji whispered, with just a hint of panic in his eyes. “It’s just me.”
Y/N groaned, her head hanging low as her heart pounded, as if it took great effort for the muscle to pump anymore adrenaline through her veins. “I-uh, sorry.”
He tentatively rubbed her arm, the metal still pressing uncomfortably hard into his neck. “S’ok, you want to let go now?”
She awkwardly rushed to get off of him, and extended her hand for Toji to take. He accepted it and pulled himself up, his intense gaze weighing and sizing her up.
“When’s the last time you slept?” he asked gently, still hesitant, as if she was going to attack him for the slightest thing.
“Tch! It doesn’t matter,” Y/N muttered, moving over to the edge of the bed and sitting in a slump.
“It matters,” Toji started, and she could feel the beginning of a lecture coming on. “When you can’t even hear someone approach you. Why don’t you just sleep?”
“You know why. Just leave it.”
He moved over towards her, sitting beside her, his spread knees touching hers. “You still pray,” he stated, more of an observation than a question.
“Yes,” Y/N replied, the exhaustion creeping back into her voice as the adrenaline left her body. “It helps. It keeps me awake and stops me from thinking.”
“About?”
Flashes of pain.
Burning blood and bones.
Foggy visions of something seen long ago, but never to be remembered.
Y/N cracked her neck suddenly, feeling her bones crunching. “Mahito, I suppose. And Geto fighting so far away.” Toji hummed, and she suddenly felt quite nervous. “You’re not going to… judge me for this, are you?”
He quirked an eyebrow at her. “For praying?”
“Yes.”
“It’s something you do alone, and if it helps, then why stop? It has nothing to do with me, so I’m not going to judge.”
For some bizarre reason, the anxiety and tension she had been holding in her chest dissipated, and Y/N sniffed as she wiped her nose.
“Thank you,” Y/N whispered, voice cracking.
Toji looked at her strangely and said in a low rumble. “There’s no need for that. I told you before that I don’t care about Fallen or Angel customs.” He looked away shyly and added, “I just want you to be well.”
She blew out a deep breath and slumped back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “I will be when this war is over.”
He slowly joined her, their shoulders and knees touching. “And how’s it going? I heard Geto has started a siege on my old home.”
“Oh, yes he has. Mei-Mei?”
“Her crows are everywhere.”
“Even here?”
“Especially here.”
“If you want to see me, then you should just do that. No need to spy, Toji.”
“I’m not spying, just… keeping an eye on you.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
Toji looked over and gave her a pointed look. “Of course I do.” He looked back at the ceiling and huffed quietly. “Stupid thing to say.”
Y/N snorted, perhaps due to her exhaustion, but also partly due to a giddy nervous part of her soul that came out when Toji was around. She couldn’t help herself, and erupted into a fit of giggles. He looked over at her in amusement, and chuckled lowly along with her. They eventually settled into a comfortable silence, with her head slightly tilted towards Toji’s. Suddenly, he took her hand in his, observing her bloodstained nails and thorn cuts.
Displeasure…
“I killed Hanami,” Y/N confessed, as if bursting forth a deep secret she couldn’t withhold anymore.
Toji nodded, his fingers tracing the lines of her hands. “Good. It will take Jogo some time to re-organize his forces.”
She hummed, quiet tears spilling from her eyes onto her cheeks. “I suppose so, yes.”
He looked at her with concern deep in his emerald orbs, and gripped her hand tighter. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know, I just… really didn’t want to kill her.”
“Why’s that?”
Y/N didn’t really know herself, and so it took her some time before she could finally come up with somewhat of an answer. “She was part of nature. It felt like killing an Angel.”
Toji was moving each of her fingers back and forth. “Hanami was no seraph. You should have heard the things she’s done to Angels.”
“I’m sure it’s not much different to what Angels have done to us.”
“Do you not think you could do it, then? If you ascended and came across a seraph.”
No.
Y/N didn’t need to say it aloud; Toji knew her answer from her soul speaking volumes through the bond. They lay together in hushed stillness, interrupted only by Toji curling her fingers into a closed fist. His hand covered hers, offering silent reassurance.
“You need to sleep,” he finally said gently.
“I know, but I can’t.”
“I’ll stay with you, then.”
“Won’t you get tired?”
“Pft! No.”
“Toji, are you sure?”
“Don’t you worry your pretty head about it. Just sleep, nothin’ll get past me.”
Y/N smiled softly at him, and moved up higher onto the bed, not caring about dirtying the sheets with the stains of battle. Toji stood and pulled over a chair closer to the bed, spreading his legs out and crossing his arms. The flickering candlelight cast a shadow on his chiseled features, adding to his alluring enigma, and she wanted to keep discovering everything about him. His gaze darkened, and she knew that he could sense her desire trickling into the bond like a gentle rain.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Y/N huffed, burying her face into her pillow.
“Like what? I’m supposed to be watching you.”
“Yeah, but not like that.”
“What do you want me to do, stare at the ceiling?”
“No…”
Y/N heard the chair scrape even closer to the bed, and she peeked out from the pillow to see Toji resting his upper body on the bed while still remaining seated on the chair. He nestled his head on his crossed arms, alarmingly close to her face, and closed his eyes.
“Better?” he quipped.
“Mhm.”
“Good, now sleep.”
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Toji’s hair was the first thing Y/N saw when she woke.
The top of his head was directly in front of her, black curtains spilling onto the bed. His arm extended out, as reaching out to try and touch her. He seemed like he was asleep, but Y/N knew he probably wasn’t. This was the most peaceful she had ever seen Toji look, and she would be lying if she said she didn’t find him alluring. She reached over and softly stroked his hair, and Toji groaned softly.
“You slept well,” he grunted, pushing his head closer to her and leaning into her touch.
Y/N hummed, twirling strands of his hair between her fingers. He moved his head, resting his chin on his arms, green eyes trained watching her toy with his hair.
“What is it?” she whispered.
“You’re beautiful,” Toji remarked, a smirk playing on his lips. She smiled widely, humming again, but more shyly. He took her hand that was playing with his hair and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles, igniting a wildfire deep within her.
More…
His green eyes blazed with emerald flames, and he pressed featherlight kisses along each of her fingers. Her breath hitched; nothing else in the world felt real anymore, except the sensation of his lips on her skin.
One.
Two.
“Did you dream of anything?” Toji rumbled, rubbing his cheek into Y/N’s fingers.
Three, four…
She shook her head, looking at him with eyes wide and pupils blown. “No, nothing at all.”
Five.
He moved to her other hand, and Y/N wondered just how far she would let him take her.
One, two.
“So, you want me to stay with you every night?”
Three.
“You couldn’t do that.”
“That’s not what I asked. I asked if you wanted me to.”
Four.
“Of course I do, bu-.”
“Shh! Then that’s what I’ll do.”
Five.
His hands enveloped hers, rubbing them tenderly.
“Toji!”
“What?”
“Toji, you can’t do this every night! And I don’t expect you to either.”
“Y/N, if it means you’re safe and sleeping well, then I’ll do it.”
“But your people need you more than I do.”
“Fucks s-, why won’t you let me help? You won’t stay with me, so why can’t I stay with you?”
Y/N cupped Toji’s face, her thumb stroking his cheek. She craved him; he made her pliable, like clay in a sculptors hands. In that moment, she wanted to give him everything he wanted. There was nobody else more willing to help her pass the time in the night. Who else could say they could fight off her nightmares with his bare hands? Toji was made of smoke and steel, breaking through and sliding between every crack and crevice inside her.
“I want you to, but we can’t indulge this,” she whispered, her tingling lips almost unable to speak. “Not now, not until the war is over.”
Toji groaned with exasperation and fell silent. Y/N could feel him thinking hard, and she indulged in his distraction, exploring his face with the pads of her fingers. She traced his furrowed brows, smoothing them out, moving on to the strong bridge of his nose and his smoky lashes.
“What’s the point of praying?” Toji asked suddenly. “How do you know God even listens?
Y/N’s finger froze, just as she was about to trace the scar on his lip. “It’s just what faith is. There’s something that happens when you pray. You can feel God’s presence watching and listening.”
“So, you can still feel it? Even here?”
“Not anymore, but I think he’s still able to listen. Why do you ask?”
“Just curious, I like to know how you think. I want to know what you expect from me, because I don’t really understand your… customs.”
Toji stood up, almost reluctantly, and Y/N’s inner voice cried out as he untangled their souls from their intimate moment. “Where are you going?” she whispered, urgency lacing her words.
“I’ll be back here tonight. Wait for me,” he replied, stroking her cheek before disappearing.
Later that night, true to his word, Toji was there waiting for Y/N, but he wasn’t alone. He was with a with a girl, her shaggy cropped hair framing her face, with a thousand and one angry scars crisscrossing every bit of her skin. There was an undeniable connection between her and Toji; their auras mirrored each other, as if they were cut from the same cloth, made of the same blood and flesh.
Y/N hesitated slightly but approached them nonetheless, regaining an air of authority as she walked. Today’s battle had gone awry; Jogo’s soldiers had overwhelmed them completely at a supply outpost. It took both Miguel and Larue to drag her away from the fight, so strong was her desperation to defend their resources. Now, she was left drained and filled with dread, knowing that Geto’s army, as well as her own, had lost even more supplies for their war.
I’m sorry, brother. I will do better.
Concern…
Y/N shook her head at Toji, hoping he understood that now was not the time or place to discuss her feelings. He frowned, seemingly conceding, and introduced the girl beside him. “Y/N, this is Maki Zenin.”
She raised an eyebrow at Maki, though not entirely surprised at the revelation of her relation to Toji. “Zenin?”
“Not anymore,” the girl interjected, her tone a touch sour. “Just call me Maki.”
“I see,” Y/N replied flatly, unimpressed with Maki’s tone, and turned her gaze back to Toji. “And why exactly is Maki here?”
“She left the Zenins and joined my court,” Toji answered, looking at Maki with reserved interest. “But I think she would be able to help you win this war.”
“Is that so?” Y/N sized Maki up, assessing her from head to toe. “Why did you leave the Zenins?”
Maki’s demeanor seemed to shatter and harden instantaneously, her voice strained as she muttered through gritted teeth. “They murdered my sister.”
“And you want to join us because you want revenge? This war isn’t your emotional playground.”
“It’s not, no. And I don’t want to join Geto, just you. Fushiguro is the only family I have left, family that I’ve chosen, and you’re his mate. That makes you my family too, and no more of my family is going to be murdered.”
Y/N’s resolve softened, and she glanced at Toji, who regarded Maki with just a slight hint of pride. He turned to her, and said lowly. “She’s not like them. I trust her to fight alongside you and watch over you when I can’t.”
She clicked her tongue in thought and nodded. What was there really to lose? If Toji trusted her, then Y/N would too. “Fine then, Maki. You can join us.”
Relief…
“Maki, give us a moment,” Toji said, and the girl nodded before walking off into the hustle of the barracks.
“You didn’t think I’d let her stay?” Y/N questioned, her gaze following Maki as she was stopped by Larue, who immediately seemed to be trying to provoke her.
He sighed and stood beside her. “I didn’t think you’d let just anybody get that close to you.”
Y/N hummed. “She doesn’t seem like just anyone if you let her stay with you.”
Toji’s eyes darkened, and he muttered. “I know how it feels to be chewed and spat back out by that family.”
Larue poked Maki’s scarred arm, and she swiftly had him pinned to the ground in a headlock. A group of Curses gathered round, egging on the confrontation, their appetite for violence and bloodshed insatiable. This was the brutal hierarchy of their world, where strength was the only clear language understood. Maki could either overcome it, or crumble. Y/N expected her to survive, otherwise Toji’s plan would have failed before it even began.
“She’s fast,” she commented, and Toji nodded.
“Maki’s like me, nearly fights exactly the same. Through her, I may as well be fighting this war with you.” He nudged her gently, his gaze softening. “What happened today?”
Y/N sighed, pinching her nose. “We don’t have the numbers to defend ourselves and our supplies. We’ve lost too many resources already, and Geto needs all the help he can get to wage out the siege.”
She knew that Toji wasn’t going to offer aid. Doing so would risk openly aligning his kingdom with theirs, and subjecting his people to the wrath of two layers. It would plunge nearly all of Hell into chaos, and subject his people to the same suffering that Geto faced.
Nearly all of Hell.
But not all…
“What will you do, then?”
As Maki brought her clenched fist straight into Larue’s throat, the beginning of an idea started to form in Y/N’s head. Toji chuckled beside her, the ghost of his hand next to hers, as he watched his younger cousin establish her dominance. Though he may not have realized it yet, by bringing her to Y/N, Maki’s willingness to switch allegiance opened up new possibilities.
“I think I might go and visit someone.”
-•-
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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 17
Synopsis: It’s been over a year since we were brought under Alastor’s watchful eye. We’ve unlocked our Demonic powers, discovered our own talents, and began building the Safe Haven with Charlie and co. Alastor seems increasingly interested in the power we hold as one and intends to use it properly.
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Part 17: now what?
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"Holy Hell toots, you kissed the big scary Radio Demon?" Angel came bursting through the healer's front door.
I casted wind to slam it shut behind him and made myself bigger with my wings extended. "How the
hell do you know?"
"I overheard Alastor and Husker arguing," he answered, slightly taken aback at my display.
I turned away from the white and pink Demon and ran my claws along my head, the tips clicking against my horns. Vivian was at my side with a hand on my back. She, Vilcin, and Althea had just managed to coax the same revelation out of me before Angel came in.
"Is this a bad thing?" he asked.
"Yes it's a bad thing!" I spun to face him again. "I got manipulated! I fell for it. I fell for his stupid trick. And I knew what he was doing and fell for it anyways."
"How do you know it was a trick?" He held his hands up in mock surrender. "I mean, maybe he was actually serious."
"Because I saw his memory." I sat in one of the soft chairs and dropped my head in my hands. "I saw him talking to Rosie about how our connection was getting stronger. And how if it was strong enough then I could control my magic and he could feed off it."
"Oh."
There was a moment of silence. I then stood up and paced in a circle at wicked speed. "I'm so angry! At him and at myself." I let out a struggled noise and pulled at my hair. "I thought I was getting better!"
"Was that the only memory you saw?" Althea asked. My trio of friends stood near each other still, unsure of how to help me. "Perhaps that was a memory that happened awhile back. Maybe he has had a change of heart since then."
"He's the fucking Radio Demon. He's not capable of loving anyone." I knew I spoke lies as soon as it had come out. I went silent and fell into the chair again. He loved his mother and sister dearly. Maybe after so many years of living without them, he had forgotten how to love someone.
"Hey." Althea knelt beside me, a gentle hand on my leg. Her green hair was a stark contrast with the dark flooring; it naturally drew my eyes to her. "Maybe anyone can learn. Even him."
"You learned how to love Reagan," Vivian chipped in. Her lamb ears swayed as she moved to kneel on the other side of me. "You were a brutal ring fighter. But now you love and dote on all the children."
"Maybe you should look further in his memories," Althea suggested, "see if there's any other conversations. Feel what he's feeling. It's the least he can let you do."
"I don't know."
There was a long moment of silence.
"So what'd it feel like?" Angel asked.
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"This woman doesn't know how to stay off my nerves." Alastor rubbed his aching forehead. After my disappearance into the haven, he paid Rosie another visit.
"Love isn't trifling," she answered. "I must say though, I'm not sure why she's different than your other female acquaintances. You've never not hit it off with a lady before."
"She's not your typical woman, I suppose." He leaned his chin on the back of his hand and stared off at the window. "Her attitude has always been a problem. Perhaps it comes from her experience."
"She was a caged animal for most of her life," Rosie agreed, taking a sip of the hot tea she made. Alastor had yet to touch his.
"I have done what I can to show I enjoy her company. Why does she not believe me?"
"You two didn't have the greatest of relationships at first," she pointed out, "Not to mention everything she had to deal with when it came to mind magic and her curse."
"Yet our relationship has changed significantly in the past year. It's...annoying," he lifted a single claw from the armchair, "that she rejected my advance when she herself wasn't showing signs of distaste." He paused, eyes flickering up to Rosie's briefly before looking back at the window. "Perhaps my performance was lacking."
Rosie let out a laugh, causing him to pin his ears back in a growl. "Oh goodness, Alastor, I don't think that's the case. If it makes you feel any better, it doesn't seem like she has much experience in that field either."
It did make him feel slightly better. "I'm unsure how to move forward from here."
"She likes honesty." Rosie calmed her laughing and, putting her cup down, walked over to Alastor's chair. "Perhaps it's time you let her into that green mind of yours," she gently poked the side of his head and he leaned away. "Let her see how you truly feel."
He sank further into the chair. "This is stupid."
"This is love, darling."
"Surely this isn't how things typically go."
"You two aren't very typical, nor is your situation."
He tapped his claws. "Blast this woman," he mumbled.
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By the time my cravings came back, I wasn't ready to deal with Alastor just yet. I had spent two days in Althea's healer hut just to avoid him. On the second day the cravings hit hard and I was curled in a ball for most of the day. Our deal had ensured that I wouldn't be able to live without his blood, without him. I had been tricked again.
Veins squeezing painfully tight, I trudged up the hill to the house. I felt his presence long before I touched the door and slammed it shut.
"Alastor!" I yelled for him. He manifested in the living room a moment later.
"You called." He wore his usual wicked smile.
"I'm still angry at you but the cravings came back," I stated, immediately getting down to business. I had a hand on my chest, nails digging painfully into my skin.
"I understand, darling." He leaned his cane against the fireplace and rolled up his jacket sleeve and the one underneath it. How many layers did he need? "Do accept my apology on the matter."
"Not yet." I buried the fear that was threatening to choke me as I crossed the room.
"I understand." He nodded, offering his exposed arm. He was being uncharacteristically cooperative, but maybe he was trying to make amends. My mouth began to water at the prospect of his sweet blood.
I slowly grabbed his wrist and summoned all the anger I could to bite down harshly. He let out a grunt as my teeth pierced his skin. His black blood soothed the itching in my throat and my veins slowly stopped seizing. My anger died as my body relaxed.
He grabbed my opposite shoulder and pulled so my back was against his chest. My teeth were still in his skin as he pressed that arm harder into my mouth, effectively pinning my head against him. His other arm was around my torso so my claws couldn't reach up to do any damage. I tried yelling but my jaw remained locked in place.
"Now that you're silent, it is my turn to speak." His voice was light but firm. "I understand you are angry with me because you believe I am manipulating you. To a degree, you were correct." I bit down harder and it caused him to wince. "But I understand now that I was merely fooling myself. I greatly enjoyed dancing with you that night. I find myself wanting to be around you all the time. And it infuriates me that Lucifer has permission to look through your mind while I am not allowed to do more than touch you. Even that one is debatable."
Without warning, his presence wrapped around mine and pulled me in his mind. Memories popped up in front of me. Memories of him watching me, close or from afar. I could see myself watching the children on the shore, tending to a crying child, talking with my friends, and reading by the fire after our afternoon sessions.
He also showed his actions that I never saw. Actions like soothing a nightmare after the soul shadow incident or attempting to touch my shoulder or back, but retracting it a second later. I saw the night we danced and felt a strange mix of nervousness and comfort. He looked briefly at my lips right before we kissed.
I blinked back to the dim living room. I had long stopped drinking his blood and now spit and blood were dripping off my chin.
"I am quite infatuated by you. I have grown accustomed to your presence, and dare I say I am not sure how to live comfortably without it. You send a thrill up my spine." He used magic to send warmth up my back as a visual. "I ask that you believe me when I say I want to be closer with you."
The confession left me dumbfounded. Everything was still and the only sound came from my breath on his skin. I could feel his chest rise and fall on the backside of my head. Did he always breathe that fast?
Eventually, I tugged my arm out and he finally released me. I took my teeth out of his skin and turned to face him. He grimaced at the sight of his spit covered arm and used magic to clean it up. I did the same with my chin.
"I don't know how to feel," I admitted, his ears quirked back. "I just...I don't..." I rubbed my arm and watched one of my foot claws scratch the carpet. Poor Niffty was always fixing the holes I was putting in it.
He bowed low like the night we danced. "Then I will allow you the time and space to think." His shadow melted with him and he slipped back up to his room. The room felt colder.
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Author's Note:
Nooooo, but I want him to be closer not further away
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syl you can not casually mention blacksmith König and leave it at that!
sighing… ok, yes, i will talk about blacksmith! König more..! ^^
content/warnings: 18+. minors do not interact. violence, physical/emotional abuse, descriptions of injury, death, angst, marriage on the gallows au.
Before König, there was his father, his father’s father and so on. Hardened men who were left to rot on the outskirts of the little village: sharpen blades, birth something from slabs of iron and silver. The work was tedious, but never dull. Scrape, burn, turn and roll- over and over until the smoke rose from the pit to sting at his eyes. Birth by fire wasn’t only in myths of dragons and phoenixes; he witnessed it each time he held pure malice in his hands as his hammer struck. Nothing became something, deadly and cruel. Day and night his life and lungs were filled to brimming with hellfire.
Accidents happen, naturally. No matter how careful he’s been, there’s nothing to keep the flame from entirely taking back after giving so much.
König’s father lost a finger while mentoring him.
His blue eyes were fixed on the man’s callused hand as the freshly smithed blade sliced through the digit like it was little more than a dollop of honey, no blood. There had been nothing but the crack of bone carved cleanly through, then the wet sizzle of meat cooking as it fell into the pit.
His father had screeched like a starved demon then, a barrage of insults tossed his son’s way like little more than passing pleasantries: oaf, useless cur, bitch.
König hadn’t been concerned, he sat on the stone bench looking up at his father and told him so, that he was fine: it had been cauterized, cleansed by the fire.
König lost the same finger that day.
His mother had fallen ill sometime last winter. The last memory he had of her was the look of frailty on her face, how her skin felt so cold and yet she lie dampened with sweat.
The dogs and buzzards had gotten to her grave, but it wasn’t them he felt any of the fire’s malice for.
Just his father.
The villagers didn’t know what became of the blacksmith, but König could recall it every night; how even with his dying breath he had only thought to curse his only son.
So, he wears the hood of the last executioner now, and the people shy away. They don’t like the look of death unless they can participate in it as a divined audience.
The dogs are never hungry, there’s illness all throughout the valley, and sometimes it only shines through in shimmering eyes while the villagers stare and giggle at the next withering soul led to the gallows.
König knows he should be there; like mother and father, his bones should be shared between panting mouths and blood-stained beaks. Sometimes the boars come sniffing too, and he’s always hated them, maybe even more than the birds. They’re ugly and sturdy, squealing and snarling like his father.
The villagers looked at the boars, though, because they were useful. Their eyes were hungry and happy each night the men set out on a hunt, unaware that their sons and daughters lurked in the bellies of the very beasts they starved for.
It’s cold even during the summer months in his shack.
There are blankets, a kitchen, a hearth, but it’s empty. The winter makes its wastelands each coming year, envious of how he can accomplish such with fire instead of ice. He doesn’t need to clean. The ash blackens the wood, cleanses all. One day, maybe, it would scrub him too.
The fire is a womb, but it’s never birthed anything truly alive. Not until her. A wildfire swept the field where travelers had gathered. With their supplies reduced to the very cinders König had come to adore, the surviving members sweep right into this cursed place like it’s a holy temple.
And the fire gave her to him.
König doesn’t know where this woman came to settle from; she isn’t like the other villagers, not even the travelers with their items and skills for selling. There’s still life in her eyes. He watches her as she wanders down the street with a smile on her face, one that speaks of a kindness that not a single one of these people deserves.
She introduces herself to them too, without a title to her name, and all at once any interest fades as the ghosts wander away from her.
His mother used to force him into the church when she was still alive.
She would take him by the hand as he lumbered after her, sticking out amongst the crowd of parishioners who would sing their hymns and stare at him with contempt behind their eyes. He hated going, but he did it for his mother; father was much too busy to spend his time with her and her fantasies. But König learned of angels there, fragile feathered things, all eyes and wings that wouldn’t stand a chance against a blade.
He didn’t think delicate things could be holy until her sweet, gentle smile is cast upon him.
This lady walks right up to him, doesn’t bat an eye at his hood when her lips curl up as she introduces herself. She doesn’t mind the sack of weapons thrown over his shoulder to take to the marketplace— the swords, the daggers, none of it. Her eyes don’t even glance their way; she looks only to him.
Women like this don’t want their homes and beds covered in ash, cinder in place of incense, fire instead of honey. But still she smiles while he says nothing.
König isn’t the only man who’s heart she steals, either.
The village is all gray, smoke and rot except where she walks. Flowers spring up for the coming spring, the deer and foxes are calling out for mates, and it’s all because of her— everyone must know it.
The farmer’s son brings her fresh fruit and whispers into her ear while they pass by his shack on a stroll. The man’s arm curls around her waist so naturally that König can only be reminded of the way that dagger sank between his fathers fingers, tore off a bit of him to feed back to hungry flame. If there were any god above he knew right then that it wouldn’t want him to allow that to happen to her. Not to an angel.
When the rest of the men, dogs and seraphim sleep, König tears the farmer���s boy in two— split down chest to abdomen and left as food for the pigs, right there in the middle of the field.
He doesn’t pray, he hasn’t since the last time he knelt by his mother’s sickbed, but he closes his eyes and breathes out a wish when he leaves that bloodied dagger at her doorstep.
He doesn’t pray, but he weeps when he rallies the villagers to apprehend her. She cries and fusses, face puffy from sleep and hair a mess. There isn’t a speck of blood on her, but the vultures take her anyway. König didn’t want to see her hurt; when her eyes find his, he turns away.
The day of her execution arrives like a festival ceremony. It’s been some time since the last, the scavengers are hungry, so famished he thinks he can almost hear them lick their teeth. There would be no death today, it’s already been decided. In distant places, a single act of devotion is all it takes to save a life, one that the beasts didn’t have the right to take.
The hunger wasn’t always just for death, but for something… a turn and change like steel in fire.
When the angel is taken to her death, rope dangling from her neck like a lead meant for cattle, he steps forward, parting the crowd with an ease. He’s practiced this a time or two in the smoke already, a lonesome and loathing god in the fog. The others scurry from him, looking up at him with pinched brows and bared teeth as if to goad he take her life instead.
Instead, he only catches her eye, smiles and lowers himself on one knee.
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Self-Actualisation in Good Omens
[inspired by this thread]
Have you ever watched Lucifer?
If so, you're coming here with a good foundation of what self-actualisation is.
Why do we care about another show?
Well, Neil had a hand it it's creation, so it's not far-fetched to think some ideas might float over to Good Omens
What is self-actualisation and how does this work in Lucifer?
By definition, this means realising one's own potential. In Lucifer, this is a magical trait that reflects how a soul perceives itself, then shapes that into reality.
In humans this means where they go in the afterlife. Those with perceived guilt go to Hell, while the rest go to Heaven. For angels this manifests through their physical appearance (e.g. wings!) and their divine powers (including type of powers, strength of powers, and vulnerability to death). Lucifer's wings and physical appearance change multiple times throughout the show to reflect his self-hatred, going full 'devil mode' when he feels particularly guilty and monstrous.
How does this fit in with Good Omens?
Neil confirmed that Crowley's wings begin to grey while talking to Aziraphale in 2x01 'In The Beginning' scene. At this point, Crowley has begun to question God but is not yet Fallen. From this conversation alone, his wings have already begun to change colour toward the 'demon' black wings he has today.
I also think it's interesting that only some demons have animalistic traits, and how it affects them varies. Hastur (toad/maggots), Ligur (toad), Beelzebub (flies), Furfur (split tongue), Dagon (scales?). Interesting Shax has no 'odd' traits.
Crowley seems very affected by his snakey-traits. He can change into a snake, tends to hiss when he forgets himself, and may or may not have snakey feet. Most interestingly, he has snake eyes.
The fact that he did not maintain his snake eyes during the body swap is strange to me. If he was 'cursed' with them then they would've stayed with him in Aziraphale's body, but it was able to transfer over to Aziraphale's appearance just like everything else Crowley chooses to wear.
But why the sunglasses? Well, if he's self-actualising a deep, hidden guilt, then he wouldn't have conscious control over his eyes.
Neil has hinted that Crowley is an unreliable narrator of his involvement in his Fall. I think Crowley is burying the truth deep down and it's self-actualising.
What about holy water & hell fire, though? Well, bullets and swords only ever hurt Lucifer depending on how he was self-actualising. Sometimes they hurt him, sometimes he was invulnerable.
It's not a conscious on/off switch, it's deep down in your soul but manifesting in reality! They have zero idea it's happening.
We could also consider the 25 lazari miracle - is it a reflection of how strong Crowley & Aziraphale feel when they work together?
The whole plot of the book and S1 revolves around the idea of nature vs. nurture. Adam chooses to be a human ("Reality will listen to you").
What else does the book tell us?
"[Aziraphale & Crowley] both were of angel stock, after all."
"Don't tell me about genetics. What've they got to do with it. Look at Satan. Created as an angel, grows up to be the Great Adversary. Hey, if you're going to go on about genetics, you might as well say the kid will grow up to be an angel. After all, his father was really big in Heaven in the old days. Saying he'll grow up to be a demon just because his dad became one is like saying a mouse with its tail cut off will give birth to tailless mice. No. Upbringing is everything. Take it from me."
So this begs the question, what separates demons from angels? Does God decide? God is pretty big on free will and playing Her own ineffable game so...
This could open some interesting doors for season 3.
#good omens meta#good omens#crowley#aziraphale#ineffable husbands#goodomens#gomens#ineffable divorce#gomens 2#good omens 2#aziracrow#good omens s3#good omens season 3#self-actualisation#lucifer
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Look alike ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ⋆
genre ꕤ idol au, strangers(kinda) to lovers,
pairings 𖧷 Idol Jaemin x drunk reader
Warnings ☽ mentions of alcohol, sexual tension to the MAX! 🚨SMUT/⚠️ Building Arousal, fat dick jaemin + too much stamina jaemin😏 Overstimulation, Use of nicknames, degrading, and praising. Revealing of identity. (Jaem is very condescending 🤭)
Note: this is a continuation of the teaser, so if you haven’t read it yet, you can find it (here) If you find any grammar or spelling errors, please let me know. If you have any questions or recommendations, my requests are open! Please enjoy😚
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“Please” you whimper.
He smirks, keeping his eyes on your lips.
You, in fact, cannot smell the stupid fried chicken on his breath…
Liar.
But your not sure you care anymore. He smells like cologne, light cologne, and that new clothes smell. (You know what I mean) It was intoxicating. He was so close to you now. His lips where less then an inch from yours.
“Y/N! I found the charger-“ Shihyun stood in front of the door with her arm in the air, the charger dangling in front of her face.
FUCKKKKKKKK… WHY!?
You turn your head to her and give her a look. She narrows her eyes before realizing the position you’re currently in. “Holy shit- nevermind, forget it- go back to what you were doing!” She waves to…. What’s his name? Then slides back inside. The guy next to you nods his head and lifts his hand to say hello.
Awkward ….
You gnaw at your lip for a moment before turning back to him.
“Sorry, should we-“
“Do you wanna-“
You both giggle and you close your eyes to curse yourself for being so awkward. He drops his head against your shoulder laughing. And you wrap your arms around he shoulders naturally. “You go first” I suggest when he lifts his head back up. He watches for a moment. Your hands are resting at his shoulders and his hands are propping himself up on the bench. “No you go first” you roll your eyes. And he smiles. Another beautiful smile.
“I’m sorry, that’s Shihyun. She’s a little slow…” you cringe at the thought of her trying to act like she didn’t just see what she saw. You didn’t want to say what you were going to, not when you’re already almost shaking at the thought of bringing up sex with him. Instead, you just look at him, waiting for a response. “She’s watching us” he says simply- not looking away from you. Snapping your head to the door you see her peering through the window. Her hot breath and hands smudging the glass. She ducks down instantly after you see her, probably falling over in the process, You giggle uncontrollably.
“She’s drunk” you can’t stop laughing, covering your mouth to hide your smile.
•••
“Y/N! I found the charger-“ Shihyun stood in front of the door with her arm in the air, the charger dangling in front of her face.
When you look over at the drunk women at the door he lets his head fall in disappointment.
Fuck, I was so close-
“Holy shit- nevermind, forget it- go back to what you were doing!” She makes a face toward you and then she waves to him, Then slides back inside quickly. He makes sure to nod his head and lifts his hand to address her. He then waits for her to leave. But she’s doesn’t. He can see out of the corner of his eye, a figure through the glass door. He tries not to laugh and looks back to you to see if you’ve noticed your nosey friend. He’s watching you think, and biting at your lip. You don’t know what to say now; and he’s finding it hilarious. He tries to help you:
“Do you wanna-“
“Sorry, should we-“
You both begin at the same time.
He laughs at that. He thinks it’s ridiculous that he can’t keep himself together. He hasn’t drank anything; Why is he laughing at everything? He finds himself in the crook of your neck. He can smell your perfume; simple and euphoric. He can smell the alcohol too but it’s starting to grow on him. Your arms wrap around him and he almost died. Your touch is so soft, and addicting.
“You go first” your voice was almost a whisper. He lifts himself off of you to see your face, he feels flustered when making eye intact with you. Your eyes are so beautiful. He doesn’t want to ask anything from you, if you aren’t comfortable. And he doesn’t want to risk scaring you off with the mention of taking you back to his place.
“No you go first” he refuses, keeping his eyes on yours. You’re fluster too.
you roll your eyes and he waits for you to answer. Your fidgeting, or shaking? He makes sure to take note of that.
IS SHE COLD?
SCARED?
“Sorry, she’s a little slow”
you cringe, probably at the thought of her trying to act nonchalant. “She’s watching us” he says simply- not looking away from you. He watched you Snap your head to the door once again. But this time He turns with you. You both see her peering through the window. Her hot breathe and hands staining the glass. She ducks down instantly, most likely falling over in the process.
“She’s drunk” he turns to you when you say that, your voice sounded high pitched and airless. You cover your face from him again, hiding your laughter and your smile. He hates that, hates when you do that-
“Oh my gosh-“ you kept going. And he can’t help but beam at you.
You were ecstatic, giggling at your friend. You look so fragile, so beautiful, so… perfect. He’s smiling, why can’t he stop smiling!?
“I should probably go get her back to the group”
“I’m sure she’ll be fine” he grips your thigh. Can’t have you leaving him not yet. You look at him, shocked at his sudden change in tone. “Let me take you to my place” he asks, Well not really. It was more of a statement or demand?
“Your place?”
“Yes, my place… Do you trust me?” He watches your chest rise and fall. You’re just looking at him. Definitely contemplating the question. He finds it cute but it also turns him on.
“Should I?”
He thinks for a moment. Well… he is keeping his identity form you… does that count as lying? Is he a liar? God this is frustrating. What will you do if he tells you the truth?
“Depends…” it’s all he could muster up. But you didn’t look upset with his answer.
•••
You’re not entirely sure this is how you planned on spending your Friday night, but your not complaining. His car smelled new, it wasn’t the cleanest, but your remembered that he was at he club with his friends. So they must share a car. And the bottle of beer in the cup holder must be his friends too.
He keeps his eyes on the road. His forearms are on display for you, should his arms really be turning you on? Probably not. But they do. You can see each and every vein, and when they flex every time he makes a right turn.
Should you have told everyone you were leaving? You told Shihyun, she was drunk out if her mind… she might forget to tell yejun and the others. You’ll text them, and keep your location on. Just in case.
Is he playing music? It’s nice.
Who is this song by?
NIKI? It’s a good song. I’ll need to remember that name.
He has good taste.
You are freaking out…
Did you shave? Yes. Yesterday.
When was the last time you washed you hair? Yesterday… maybe?
When was the last time you cleaned your belly button- what?
Should you brush your teeth before you two- wait what if you’re not going to have sex?
What if he just wants to hang out?
Should you ask him for his name?
Ok you texted Yejun. Everything is fine.
His hands are big…
Stop looking at his hands-
Why are you so nervous!?
“What’s going on in that head of yours?”
He takes a couple quick glances at you. His eyes are soft and his voice is low and gentle.
“What?”
“Are you nervous?”
“No” you shake your head and laugh. Yes you are, you as so nervous.
“Do you want to get food?” When we stop at a light, he turns to you completely, waiting for my response. “No I don’t want to get bloated” you respond, covering your hands over your stomach.
What if you already are!?
Are you? What did you eat tonight!??
“Don’t be ridiculous, what do you want? What are you craving?”
You.
“Ramen? I don’t know- I’m not hungry. I feel Iike if I eat I’ll throw up. And not because I’m drunk.” You explain, looking out the window to avoid his eyes. He laughs shaking his head. When the light turns green he takes a left. “Your so cute”
You feel giddy when he says that, the compliment was so natural. God you’re not going to make it. “Don’t boast my ego” you try to joke and he laughs. So you relax your body and watch he road ahead.
•••
You were being quiet, too quiet. He wondered if you were started to regret coming with him. Would you tell him if you were? No. You’d probably be to embarrassed to admit that. Fuck! What if you changed your mind!? He really needed to focus on driving, but all he can focus on was the way you were shifting in your seat. But he’s glad you were able to joke with him.
When he pulls into the parking spot he hops out of the car, and runs around the front to open yours. You step out with a cheeky smile. “Are you just doing this because you want me in your bed?” You ask, tilting your head at him. He makes an exaggerated offended face. “No! I would never! I’m doing this for a good yelp review” he teases while closing the car door behind you. You snort and try not to trip in your heals.
•••
His apartment complex looks expensive. The elevator was modern and the music was even classical properly some shit like Beethoven. You wouldn’t be surprised if there was a fountain situation in the lobby.
There wasn’t, but they could definitely fit one. The hallways were lit with modern lights, and the ground was clear of trash unlike your dorm building.
When you made it to his apartment you notice immediately how big it was. It wasn’t bougie or overly fancy but it was big. For one person? You started to feel self-conscious, the thought of someone like him being interested in you? You walked in with him, your short dress and light limp- people probably think your an escort!?
“You’re rich! People are going to think I’m a gold digger! Or a hooker-” You turn to him. Hes placing his things down on the counter and sliding his shoes off. “I live with my friends” he chuckles and makes his way to you. You nod with an ‘oh’ as you continue to look around the living area. It’s surprisingly cleaner then you’d expect. And you look like a kid at his first time at a Olive Garden or something “You should take your shoes off, it doesn’t take a genius to know your feet hurt” he says from behind you. You turn in surprise, he’s really close, and you almost knock into him from the action.
“Right.” You grab at his arms to steady yourself and slip out of your heals. The feeling of air on your feet felt good-
what if your feet smell bad..
what if he thinks your feet are ugly!?
Is he looking at your feet now!?
Yes he is?!
Why is he looking them!?
Are your toes too long!?
“Aww they’re red” he mumbles, keeping his eyes towards the ground.
“I’m sorry?” Your brows pinch together, and you tilt your head in confusion. He looks back up to you. His arms pull you into him with a soft grin, Your chest is pressed into his.
“Your feet, they’re all red. Do they hurt bad?” He coos, the question making you oddly fluster-er.
“Can we not talk about my feet? This is embarrassing” you let go of his hands and back away. “You’re embarrassed?” He asks with a cheecky smile on his face. He brings his hands to yours and squeezes them. Then he pulls you towards him once again.
“I think so.”
“You think so?” He try’s not to laugh, but he can’t help it.
“Stop responding to everything with a question! You’re making me nervous!” You press your head into his chest in embarrassment, your hands grip his to ground yourself.
What is happening to you!?
You were fine before!!
•••
“Sorry” Jaemin chuckles at your shyness, he finds it cute, but he knows that will end up being a problem later. “Can I kiss you now?” He asks. He tries looking down at you but your face remains pressed into him.
“If you promise to stop teasing” you mumble into his chest. Your small hands squeeze his. He’s starting to think he has a size kink. Or maybe it’s it’s just you.
“I promise to stop teasing, for now” you laugh into his frame before lifting your head to look at him. Taking your heels off made you lose a couple inches on him.
“So… I can kiss you?”
“Stop asking me and just do it please”
So he does, he bends down to kiss you. Your lips are soft, and they pucker a bit, he can’t help but smile. The back of his neck feels hot, and he can feel your hands shaking a bit. the thought of you not truly knowing that he is really Jaemin is clouding his mind, and the over bearing feeling of guilt swallows him. He tries to pull away but you chase his lips, tilting your head to deepen it even more. “Hey” he calls, and you lean back, dropping your feet, which were on their toes to reach him. “Hm?” You tilt your head again and he wants to kiss you again.
“There’s something I should tell you” you stare at him Patiently. Jaemin runs all the scenarios in his head.
1. You could slap him across the face for lying.
2. You could freak out and run off
3. You could think he is lying
4. Or you would be totally okay with it.
He’s hoping for the latter.
“Hey? You okay?”
His eyes refocus on you. You pull your hands away from his, and it almost stings. “Is it really serious? Are you a virgin or something?” You ask him and he laughs nervously.
“No no, I just lied to you. About who I was”
“You never actually told me who you are…what are you like the amazing Spider-Man?”
“I’m scared that if I tell you, you’ll run off. And maybe punch me-“
“What!? What is it?”
“I’m-“
He stops when he hears a knock at the door behind him. He turns slightly to face it. You lean over to watch the door as well.
Perfect.. no really. Who the hell could possibly be at the door right now!?
“Jaemin! You left with the car and the keys! What the hell!? How did you expect us to get home?- hold on, I think Jeno has a spare key!” You both hear the voice through the door. It was muffled but very clear.
Oh.. right.
“Jaemin!? Jeno!?” He turns back to you, your face was full of shock and confusion. You just look at him, frozen in place.
SHIT
“I was trying to tell you-“
“-You’re na jaemin!? Holy fucking shit- I almost threw up on na fucking jaemin!?” You turn away covering your mouth, your voice was shaky.
Was that one of his scenarios?
No..?
The door began to click open and he had to think fast.
•••
Your body was being lead into a room. It was dark with only a small lamp providing a smile light. You couldn’t really focus on any of that though.
NA JAEMIN!?
HE IS NA JAEMIN!?
You almost threw up on him…
He could smell your alcohol breathe all night…
He had to carry you- are you heavy!?
Is that why he was asking all those questions about if I would ever sleep with hi-
NA JAEMIN WANTS TO SLEEP WITH YOU!?
Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy fucking-
“Stay here, I promise I’ll explain- let me just deal with my friends” the guy- jaemin* put his hands out in front if him. Telling you to ‘stay put’, then rushed out of the room, closeting the door behind him.
What the fuck-
Why didn’t he just tell you who he was? How could he expect to go out to a bar and think no one would recognize him? Why wouldn’t he just tell you he was actually jaemin? Why does he want to sleep with you!? Why couldn’t he bring up that fact that he’s NA JAEMIN!?
You find yourself pacing around his room. He wants to have sex with YOU… you want to have sex with him- but what if he doesn’t like it… would it be awkward now!? Shouldn’t you be angry. Why aren’t you angry? You need to sit down.
Shit- your shaking and your breaths are getting shorter and shorter- your freaking out… AGAIN!
•••
“Wait- your telling me she’s in your room now?” Mark asks, his face was full of shock and amazement.
“Yes”
“And you didn’t tell her who you are?” Jeno adds.
“Yes”
“But you were about to? then we came- and accidentally revealed it before you did? and now she probably thinks you weren’t going to tell her? And now hates you?” Heachan adds, trying to sum it all up.
“Dude what the fuck?” Chenle kicks him in the shin and Haechan whines.
Jaemin sighs and places his head in his palm. “Yes…”
The boys all think for a moment. The silence was killing him. “Would it kill you to disagree?”
“Dude, she doesn’t hate you, she’s probably just freaking out” mark tries to explain and the rest nod.
“Exactly! And having her wait in your room like she’s a patient, probably isn’t helping” renjun agrees.
“Fuck-“ jaemin quickly threw the remote he was fidgeting with and bolted to his room.
•••
The door flew open which caused you to jump slightly. There he was… na jaemin.
“I’m sorry” he shut the door behind him. Leaning up against it to watch you sit at his bed. You aren’t sure if he’s apologizing for hiding his identity or scaring you with the door. You both stare at each other for a moment. Your still in shock and he’s probably trying find the right worlds… so you decide to speak first.
“So you’re actually jaemin?” Your hands lay in your lap, they are shaking and a bit cold.
“Yes”
“And I thought you were just a look alike this whole time…” you mostly talking to yourself now. He tries not to laugh and nods his head, he looks away to avoid your eyes. “Yeah”
“And YOU want to have sex with ME?”
“Yes? Aren’t we getting off topic?-”
“-This is really embarrassing!” Your lips quiver and you cover your face. You sensitive bitch.
“I’m really sorry. you just- I mean, no it’s not your fault. I was just scared that.. I don’t know, but when you said that you wouldn’t sleep with jaemin-“
“-You mean you?”
“Yeah- yeah me; I got scared, I thought that if I told you who I was, you would run off.”
“…I probably would’ve…” you tried to laugh but it came out dry.
“Exactly! And I really, REALLY, did not want that to happen.” He pushed himself off the door and made his way towards you.
You just look at him then look away… you could bare the fact that you are in his room, on his bed, and he’s is apologizing to you about something you aren’t even mad about.
What the heck do you do!? He joins you on his bed, but he keeps his distance.
“…So I just didn’t say anything, but I swear I was about to tell you, before those idiots came back”
•••
You think for a moment longer, the both of you sitting in silence. Na Jaemin apologizing for wanting to be with you?.. holy shit
“Im very upset” you announce. You couldn’t be mad, even if you tried. But why not have some fun?
“Im sorry” he repeated. He seemed genuine and it doesn’t seem he like he realizes your not actually mad. He tries to maintain eye contact while spewing a abundance of apologies.
“I don’t think I can forgive you Jaem” you shake your head, trying your hardest to hold your facial expression. You reached out for him and you squeeze gently. Trying to make it obvious that you just playing a part. The thought of having na jaemin in your hands was driving you crazy. Your mind repeatedly taking you back to the bar where he was holding you thighs and carrying you and- and you almost threw up on him.
Your mind will never let you hear the end of it, however now…
Now you have the upper hand.
•••
“I don’t think I can forgive you Jeam” you added, your voice sounded playful… but your words are the opposite- and why are you giving him that look-
Oh
OH
“M’sorry y/n” he leaned in uncontrollably. Your little smirk drawing him closer to you.
God- he likes this side of you. Jaemin’s eyes remain on yours. His heart pace quickens and he swears he can feel goosebumps. The sexual tension between you two came out of nowhere and everywhere at the same time.
“You’ll have to make it up to me…”
“How can I do that?” He asks, his hands grab yours and squeezes lightly.
His lips are almost on yours now. His eyes are hooded and his breath matches yours.
He was about to close the distance when you turn away. “How about we watch one of your face cams!” It was sudden and unexpected… but deserved. You hop off of his bed and make your way to his computer with a huge smile on your face. He drops his head in disbelief.
This is his punishment… he deserves this.
•••
Are you still unbelievably horny? Yes
But are you proud of yourself for teasing him? Yesser
“Really?” You hear him ask from behind you, and you fight back a giggle.
“Maybe… make a wish? I like that one” you take a seat at his chair, and he remains seated on the bed.
“Do you?” He asks, you can hear him shuffling around then lets out a sigh.
“Yep” you respond in the most upbeat, nonchalant way you could. Clicking around his already opened computer to YouTube. Your innocent behaviour was almost laughable. Teasing him, by not giving him what he wants? And he’s playing along!? You might die. “So how does that sound? Make a wish?”
“Mhm” he hums with a tight lip smile.
You search the video you want to watch and then smile in shock.
“You’ve already seen them?” you laugh. The mouse is hovering over a face came video of himself, but the red line indicates that’s he’s already watched it the whole way through. You continue laughing and glance at him. His smile grows wider when you look at him. His smile is breathtaking.
“What? It’s called monitoring, and I like to read the comments. wanna read all the crazy stuff fans wrote about me” he shrugs, continuing to look at you and not his monitor. He seems as if he couldn’t care less about it.
“-your lying!?” cocky motherfucker.
So your telling me he reads the comments!?
You hear Jaemin get up from his seat and hover behind you. Then, he bends down so his face is next to yours and his hands lean against the desk so he can maneuver the mouse. Kinda like how teachers hover over frustrated students in a classroom… but he’s not a teacher and this isn’t a classroom, and your horny not frustrated. Or maybe you are?
Jaemin takes over the mouse and clicks on one of the face cams, and you lean back into the chair.
Jaemin was only able to keep it together for 45 seconds into the video, Standing there impatiently.
“Do you really want to be doing this right now?” He turns his head to you, and you turn yours to lock eyes with him.
Holy shit he looks so good in this lighting, and why does he have to look at you like that!? The smirk that slowly appears on his face is a reminder that He’s a literally and idol… why aren’t you freaking out like a mad man!? There’s no way your still drunk right? so why are you able to hold your ground like this!?
“What would you rather be doing?” You ask with an innocent face.
“You” Jaemin grabs the chair you’re sitting in and spins you to face him completely, and away from his computer. he leans in, his lips searching for yours again.
Oh
you weren’t surprised by his response necessarily, you kinda thought he would say something like that, but you didn’t really think of how you would respond.. now your just staring at him, flustered and frustratedly horny.
You turn back to the computer before he could get too close. Your not giving in that easy. “Wait, shh this is my favorite part” you put up your finger to his lips to ‘shh’ him, then watch the screen quietly. Jaemin rolls his eyes and grabs at the arm rests of his chair.
“Y/n” he spins his chair once more.
“Yes?”
“Don’t you want the real thing?” He flashes a look at you. A look you’ve seen before… on tv? At a concert? In a music video? Who knows but your thighs push themselves together in response, and you’re fighting to keep your composure.
“Hmm… I don’t know, the real thing doesn’t seem reliable” you tease with a smile. The song was still playing in the background, you wanted to keep watching but it’s long forgotten.
“I am reliable, I promise”
“Promise?” You laugh at his seriousness, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth, trying not to allow any giggles to escape.
“Promise” Jaemin reaches to remove the hand covering your mouth, then pushes his lips into yours. You DID tell him to stop asking to kiss you. This wasn’t quick and desperate, it was slow and sensual. One of his hands grab at your thigh and you almost moan into his lips. You place your hand over his and squeeze.
•••
You taste so fucking good. The alcohol on your lips is driving him crazy. There is absolutely no way your lips are naturally this soft. His body was getting weak and when you brought your hands to his, he nearly lost it.
Jeamin pulls away and contemplates how he should continue.
“Jaemin” you call out after a moment
“Yeah?”
“Please make it up to me”
No more contemplating-
He grabs a hold of your hand and brings you to your feet with a tug. Then he pulls your waist towards him and kisses you like you two only have 20 minutes left to live. He feels you grab at his shoulders and you lift yourself onto your toes to reach him.
Cute
Jaemin slowly lifts his right hand and slides it up your body slowly, to cup your tits through your dress. As his hands move, you lift yours and wrap them around his neck. When your feet give out and you fall back you your original height, Jaemin bends down to chase your lips. you allow his tongue into your mouth he almost cums right then and there. Instead he pulls away. “So, we are having sex tonight?” his eyes focus on your for an answer.
“It IS on my bucket list” you joke with a shrug. Jaemin pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue. He drops his hands to your hips again and asks; “Sleeping with an NCT member is on your bucket list?”
“No, sleeping with YOU is on my bucket list” you joke. He can’t find it in himself to look away from you.
“Ohh I see, so you planned this?” He teases.
“Oh yeah! All down to the YouTube video and everything” you agree sarcastically. Your features playing along in the conversation. When you both finish a mini laughing fit, you both take a moment to look into each other’s eyes. “Now that that’s out of the way, can you go back to touching me? Please?” you pull him closer. he tried to hum in response but it came out as a low groan. He doesn’t even care if he sounds like a perv anymore.
“Fuck, y/n.. can I take you to the bed?”
“You don’t have to ask- Jaemin!?”
You were cut off when he bends to lift you by the back of your thighs, then he turns to sit you on his bed. when he lays you down and begins to climb over you, your dress was rides up your thighs. Lifting every move you made. You look so fucking gorgeous, he wondered what you taste like- He wants to taste you- he needs to. He sits up to get rid of his shirt, revealing his toned stomach. Then he moves back to hover over you.
“Um- what- how do you want to do this?” He asks, his right arm was holding him up above you, and his left was playing with the hem of your dress. “What do you mean?” You ask, doing that thing he now loves about you. He’s finding it hard to understand that he’s just met you tonight, and that you haven’t know each other for years.
“Do want me to be soft? Rough? Vanilla? Are you okay with biting”
“Too many questions jaem-“
“- I need to know y/n”
You sigh and think for a moment. “What are you usually like?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like with other girls? Are you rough with them? What does your definition of rough mean?”
“Now your asking too many questions” he laughs and you join him.
“I don’t care. Just remember I’m not made of glass, sound good?”
“Yes ma’am” he smirks and places a peck to your lips before he raises his head. Jaemin beings to lift your dress up your thighs then your waist. You slightly lift your upper body to allowing his to completely pull it off of you.
You are so fucking beautiful- he almost forgets to breath. Your underwear is simple but you still look so fucking sexy in it. He can see your chest rise and fall, and the curve of your boobs form on top of your bra. He finds himself kissing at the area, sucking and leaving marks all over your chests. Soft moans leave your lips when he travels to your neck, and you leg spread for him unintentionally. His crotch is pressed against your heat. He groans when your hands come up to grip his hair.
•••
His body grinds into yours.
“Jaemin” you moan out, allowing his hands to find his shoulders.
“Hm?”
You gasp when he finds the perfect spot on your neck. The grip you have on his hair tightens, and you squeeze your eyes shut.
Why are you so sensitive right now!?
“Please hurry” you plead. He lifts his head to glance up at you.
“We just started, you this needy already?”
“Already? I’ve been waiting since we left the bar-“
“-god” he lets one big breath out and connects his lips to yours. His jeans continue to grind against your soaked underwear. Jaemin’s hands run across your body, squeezing and caressing anywhere he can reach. Those words made him Farrell; there is nothing he loves more then when someone is bold about their needs. “Are you okay with me taking off your bra?” He mumble against you lips. “Not made of glass remember?”
“Right”
Jaemin’s arms lift you with ease, his hands finding the clip at the back of you, undoing them in a swift motion. Then he throws it somewhere near his desk. You know you shouldn’t feel insecure, but when he just stares at your chest you feel a chill flutter through your body.
•••
He can’t trust himself. He’ll cum too fast and embarrass himself. Grinding into you already has him close, and he hasn’t even taken his cock out of his pants yet. When he pulled your bra off your chest, they bounced back into place. Plump and full, He might actually die a happy man tonight. “Y/n”
“Yes? Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?” He notices the panic in your voice and curses himself for starring too long. He probably caused you to overthink. You hands cover your chest as you watch him and wait for his reply. “No no, I’m just… very sensitive right now. And I’m not sure I’ll last long” He tries his hardest to search your face for a response before you actually speak. Your features seem to relax and you smile to him. A smile that his him melting.
“Oh. That’s okay, I’m not sure I can either-“
“No like I’m serious-“
“Me too” you laugh at his expression. He just smiles. He’s worried you don’t actually understand he’s trying to say. Globe of your hands lift to cup his face, you skin is just as song as your smile.
“Can I-“ he goes to ask if he can remove your underwear now, but then he’s reminded of your earlier complaints. So instead he leans back, and begins to unblocked his jeans. Then he slips his fingers onto the band if your underwear and drags it down your legs. Your legs close unintentionally.
“Your so beautiful” he then leans back on top of you. “I’m going to make you feel good, I promise” his lips find your neck again. “But we are going to need to stay quiet, because the members are in the other room-“
“What?! They will hear us?” You push him off your neck to look at him. “Are the walls thin?”
“No, they’ll hear you and yes” he corrects you with a chuckle, he can’t help but lean in for another kiss. “You can be quite right?” He mumbles into your lips and you simply hum in response. Then when he pulls away you whisper a yes with an eager nod.
He doesn’t believe you, but you seem pretty confident. “Alright, we have all night, let’s not waist it”
ּ ˖ ་⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ ˖ ་⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ ˖ ་⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ ˖ ་⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ ˖ ་⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ ִ ۫ ּ ˖ ་⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ ˖⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ
“Jaemin!” You moan, your hips are lifted off the bed as he pounds into you. You let it slip, you didn’t mean to be so loud. He chuckles when your hands come to slap over your mouth. Your whole body jolts with every thrust he hits you with. He gave you plenty of time to adjust to his size, but the stretch is still tingling. His cock kisses you cervix almost every thrust.
“I thought you said you can stay quiet?” he continues. His hips slamming into yours at a cruel pace. You can’t move your hands, you know what will happen. You were doing so good, but this is the umpteenth round, and you’re hypersensitive- everywhere. Your body feels numb but your feeling everything ten times more. Your head is spinning and your legs are spasming.
“It’s too late now love, they’ve most definitely heard you. Might as well continue yeah? Move your hands.” he teases. His voice is strained and breathy. His hands travel from your hips to your face to forcefully remove your hands when you shake your head: no. Now that your mouth is no longer covered, tense moans leave your lips. “I can’t c-“
Jaemin cocks an eyebrow with a smirk.
“Can’t what?” His hands are still holding yours, when he leans down so your noses touch. When you hesitate, he places a little kiss on the corner of your lips. “You can tell me y/n/n, don’t be shy” You tighten your lips and look away from him. He chuckles but he’s pissed. I don’t need to remind you how much he hates that. He slows his thrust to a stop and waits for your answer. You whine and try humping yourself on his cock. But if course, he won’t let you. Grabbing at your hips and holding them to the mattress.
“Come on princess, I won’t judge you. I can’t help if you won’t tell me what you need” Jaemin coos at you. You hate to admit it, but his words made you clench around his length. He groans at the feeling, but tries his best to stay patient. “I can’t cum anymore” you finally reveal with a moan. He wasn’t even moving but you felt another orgasm nearing. Everything was fluttering and giddy, you felt as if you were going insane. “No? Are you sure? Is that why you were trying to fuck yourself on my cock like a slut just now?”
“s’too much jaemin” you try to argue but he’s already began moving again. Slowly thrusting into you. “You can say all you want baby, but your pretty little hole is telling the truth” jaemin lowers his head to your hear, you can feel the smirk on his lips. You don’t know if you want to moan or slap him. his hips slowly slide out, until just the tip remains, then he slams into you. His previous pace begins again, and you can only throw your head back into the pillows. “You hear that?” He asks, his hands now holding at your legs. The sound of skin slapping fills your ears, and you can’t help but be embarrassed. His hands gripping the back of your thighs, surly it’s going to leave a mark.
“Your slutty hole is telling me you want me to cum inside of you, you want that princess?” You can only moan in response. You muscles are flexing a and your back arches of the bed. You nod eagerly instead. “Yeah? Come on, use your words princess” his body is sat up, meaning he can see every part of you. Was that freaking you out? Yes.
Was it also turning you on? Yes.
“Yes please”
You just barley manage. A soft laugh leave his lips as he continues to fuck into you. His cock was twitching inside of you and you knew he had to be close. His eyebrows furrowed together, his mouth hung open and his abdomen was flexed. “Fuck! My pretty little whore. Wants me to cum inside her? So fucking cute” he coos again, this time his grip on your thighs tighten and he’s sounds a bit whiny. “You are so beautiful, you feel so good”
That was it for you, his hands released your thighs and and interlocked his fingers with yours, then allowing his head to fall into your neck. He thrust where staggered and uneven, he was fitting into you. You were spasming and twitching everywhere. Your toes curled and eyes squeezed shut as your umpteenth organs hit you. The feeling of him shooting his release inside of you made you moan again.
Taking a second for your breath evens out again before he speaks.
“We still have all night” he begins, he starts kissing at your neck while you’re still trying to remember your own name. “Jaem-“ you try to warn, you can already feel him growing hard again. Isn’t he sensitive or tired!? The jaemin you know from social media and tv wouldn’t have this much fucking stamina.
His cum on your stomach from the last couple rounds, has become sticky; You’re light headed, and your body is going limp- but even all of that can’t push you to deny him.
“You asked me to make it up to you, thats exactly what I’m doing. Can’t you do one more baby?” He lifts his face to look at you, his right hand caressing your cheek as you lean into him.
“I’m sensitive”
“Even better. I only have a couple hours left, I’m not waisting them” kissing your lips between every thought. Jaemin begins slowly thrusting into, holding eye contact while doing so. The feeling of you tired walls being fucked again was driving you crazy. Especially since you haven’t fully come down form your last orgasm. “Fuck- jaem”
“s’good?” He chuckles when your eyes roll to the back of your head.
You moan louder when he kisses at your nipples.
“Good. Just one more”
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𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓.
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 . the gods have seen fit to punish you by way of the child you carry
𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 . @holy-minseok
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 . 18+ situations, references to stillbirths, traumatic birthing experiences, slight gore, blood, and violence, heavy angst, no happy ending
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . so this request was mostly in reference to king maegor and his wife, alys. i haven’t really written things like childbirth, particularly of this nature, before so i hope i did it somewhat justice. after this, i’ll be pushing out the second (and final) part to the weight of this heart before tackling a longer house of the dragon piece over on ao3--it’ll be a full length fic instead of just a one-shot or miniseries. any guesses on who it’s for? as always, remember to like, comment and reblog if you enjoy reading! do not repost/claim as your own please
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 you lost a child of yours and Daemon’s, the maester told you that these things happen; these things–as if the cold and bloody body of the babe they’d laid upon your heaving chest was a mere accident, an inconvenience. The babe had not felt like an inconvenience to you, it felt like a hot poker to the chest–shoved in deep, twisted until you felt like you couldn’t breathe. At least you’re alive, the maester and others–Daemon even–would say to you; soft words whispered to you in the dimly lit space of your chamber as hands pulled up the weight of a blanket over your body, taste of milk of the poppy lingering on your tongue.
The first child you lost had been a girl; you named her Daella.
The second time you lost a child of yours and Daemon’s, it felt less like a hot poker and more like a dull sting. You wept for this babe as you had for Daella, kept them close to your chest until Daemon pried your blood stained fingers from their tiny body. Yet, when the sun rose on the third day of your vigil, you did not allow yourself to suffocate in your grief as you had done before. You instead joined Daemon’s side as you laid your second child to rest beside the first, hands gripping each other tight as you promised this would be the last one.
The second child you lost had also been a girl; you named her Viserra.
The third child you lost was not Daemon’s at all, instead they were of a seed planted by one of your lovers–of which one you were never sure. The child had come out as faceless as their father, an amalgamation of parts that resembled a baby and yet were not. You saw it as a curse, a punishment from the Seven for what you had done to Daemon, though it was nothing he had not done to you before. And yet, as you stared at the deformed face of the third babe, it was you alone who bore the punishment even as Daemon believed this one to be his as well.
The third child was neither girl nor boy; you named them Derion all the same.
Before, you had wanted nothing more than a child, if only to have a more tangible tie to Daemon. You were not his wife, though you had been there through them all: Rhea, and Laena, and now Rhaenyra. Any child born from you Daemon would’ve gladly claimed though, especially if it had been a boy–politics of the court be damned. Yet, the loss of your three children had soured you on the idea of motherhood, and as of late you were beginning to believe you were not really meant to be a mother. Which only made the weight of your fourth pregnancy feel all the more heavy as the birth drew closer and closer.
“It’s a boy,” Daemon spoke in hushed excitement, kneeling beside your bed as you rested. Your fingers were entwined on the bare flesh of your stomach, skin smoothing over the angry purple lines of a belly stretched too big. “I just know it.”
“And if it is a girl?” You asked teasingly, though there was no real enthusiasm behind the light-hearted jab. You cared not if it was a boy or girl, just that soon they would be out of you and once again you’d be free to do as you pleased; ever since he had found out you were pregnant, Daemon had hovered like the dragon he was, ensuring you put no strain or stress on yourself. His near proximity did not allow for you to sneak off as easily as you had in the past, though it was not from lack of trying.
“Then we will simply have to try again,” Daemon chuckled, lifting your hand to press a kiss to it. You regarded him with tired eyes, the curve of your lip feeling heavy and fake, and not for the first time you wondered where the love you had felt for him had gone. It was still there, dull and throbbing like a healing wound, but it was different now than when you were young and he first took you. You had been nothing, a nameless girl of a nameless house, yet Daemon had seen something in you and from there your life had been forever changed.
Did he still love you? Or were you both simply holding on to something that had been long dead and buried with the children you had lost?
“What if we are to lose this one as well?” you found yourself whispering, eyes lowering from his gaze to the swell of your stomach. “I grow tired of trying, Daemon.”
“Do not speak of such things,” Daemon urged you, hand coming up to cup your chin so he could turn you to look at him. “This baby will live, we will have our son–I can feel it.”
For a moment, you just stared into his pale eyes, feeling the pad of his thumb brush across your bottom lip as he stared back intensely. All you could bring yourself to do was nod in agreement, ignoring the pounding of your fearful heart. In his eyes, you had seen something hungry and desperate, something that struck fear into the very core of you.
“Now, rest,” Daemon broke the unsettling silence, leaning in to press a kiss first to the crown of your head and then to your lips, all the while his hand resting on your stomach–as if he could will this baby to live, to be a boy. “I will come back later with dinner.”
Without another word, he stood and left you with what he had said, your own hand subconsciously finding your stomach. You rested it there as you waited, waiting for any sign that the babe within was strong and healthy, as if you–like Daemon–could change their fate with a single touch.
Only three more days would pass until you found yourself once more in the birthing bed, the sweat on your brow being dabbed away by a serving girl whose name you couldn’t recall as another wave of pain washed over you. Grasping the sheets in tight fists, you grunted as you tried not to push until the midwives and maester told you to. One of the former had left moments before to fetch Daemon when it looked like the babe could not be swayed to wait. They were coming early this time, similar to when you had Viserra, a parallel you did not let yourself dwell on for too long as you fell back into the bed in exhaustion.
“I-I can’t….” you panted. “Please, I can’t….not again-”
“You can, my lady,” the maester interjected from his place on the side opposite of the serving girl, “and you must. The midwives and I will do everything to ensure that this baby and you live but-”
“But if you must, will you cut it out of me?” you laughed breathlessly. “As King Viserys did to Queen Aemma?”
“I would never allow that to happen,” a new voice stated. Turning your head, you watched Daemon walk through the door of the chamber, a flustered midwife close behind him as she rejoined the others.
Kneeling beside you, Daemon took your hand, pressing a kiss to it as he peered into your pained eyes. Groaning, your heels dug into the bed as you fought the urge to push, the waves becoming increasingly more painful and close together.
“If you must choose between her and the babe,” Daemon spoke, eyes flicking up to the maester, “then you will do everything in your power to ensure she lives, understand?”
“Daemon-” you beseeched, pulling your hand from his.
“We can try for another babe,” he interrupted, peering between you and the maester, “there is no other you, my darling.”
“We will do what we can, my prince,” the midwife at the bottom of the bed between your legs spoke quietly.
“You will do better than that,” Daemon replied, a bite to his voice as he held the maester’s gaze. “Understand?”
“Yes, Prince Daemon,” the maester bowed his head, face paling under the glare of a dragon.
The birthing pushed on as day steadily turned into night, and unlike the first three times you had given birth, Daemon never left your side. After a while you feared the baby would never come, that they were doomed to stay inside of you forever, to die and fester until you succumbed to their rotting corpse. The mere thought made you delirious, you became detached from reality as you begged them to get the baby out. Your cries fell on deaf ears as the midwives took turns at your side and in between your legs, wiping away your sweat and tears as they whispered words of reassurance. There was no consoling you, not even Daemon’s presence as he once again gripped your hand and encouraged you to push.
“You’re doing great, my love,” he spoke, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You’re almost there.”
“Please,” you gasped, turning your tear stained face towards his, “ please, Daemon–get it out of me!”
“I can see the head,” a midwife spoke loudly over your distressed pleas. “You’re almost there–just a few more pushes, my lady!”
“Did you hear that?” Daemon smiled, stroking your damp hair away from your flushed face. “They’re almost out, our baby….our son.”
He looked so happy, so hopeful, and all you could muster up was an ache of resentment as you gave another grueling push. If he wanted a son so bad, why could he not put one into that wife of his? Any son born of you and him would be a bastard, no matter if Daemon claimed them or not; you were his consort after all, no better than a whore in the eyes of the royal court.
There were many more pushes to come as night drew on, the sky darkening to an angry bluish purple and it was only when the sun threatened to rise once more that you finally heard the first cries of the child. You felt them pulled from your body as you gave one final push, a cry of relief leaving you as you once again felt blissfully empty. Lost in your own euphoria, it took a moment to realize that the wails that preceded your child’s birth weren’t that of the babe alone but also that of the midwife which held them.
“What is it?” a voice demanded, and you felt the shifting of the bed as Daemon left your side quickly.
“Daemon?” You croaked out weakly, hand seeking him until you realized it was him that had spoken, and it was him now at the foot of the bed, taking the babe from the trembling midwife’s arms. “Daemon, what’s wrong?”
“Fuck the Seven….” you heard someone–most likely Daemon–mutter.
“What’s wrong?” You asked again, trying to lift yourself up but your attempts were futile. All strength left your body as you collapsed, still feeling the pulse of blood leaving your body.
“Let me see the babe,” the maester spoke as the midwives came to your aid, beginning to clean you up, but you could see the distress in your eyes.
“What?” You asked, looking between all of them, fear taking hold of you. Again, you could hear the weak cries of your babe–so they were still alive. “Why can’t I see my baby? Daemon-”
“Quiet,” the maester spoke loudly. A wave of silence soon fell over the room, the midwives working quietly as the maester and Daemon tended to the baby. You tried, with no avail, to rest yourself from the doting hands of the women and go see the child. Yet, it was futile, and eventually after so many unanswered prayers, you fell back into the bed.
Like your own, the child’s cries had long since stopped and you feared that like the others they had not made it. Those fears were only confirmed when you saw the grim look the maester gave Daemon, and Daemon in turn turned his attention to you. You were surprised to find the anger there, in his eyes and between his brows where the skin furrowed in barely contained rage. Before you could open your mouth to speak, Daemon spat out:
“Leave us.”
The midwives stilled in their movements, looking first at each other and then at him; one of them cleared their throat:
“My prince, we must-”
“Your prince has told you to leave!” Daemon shouted, causing everyone–including yourself–to flinch.
Without another word, the women collected what they could quickly before departing the chambers, leaving only you, Daemon, and the maester in the increasingly oppressive space. Fearful of the look in your lover’s eyes, you dragged yourself up to lean against the mound of pillows. As you did, you watched as Daemon gently took the still body of the babe into the cradle of his arms; the gesture was polarizing to the deadly set of his jaw as he looked up at you once more.
“Daemon-” You began, but stopped to wet your lips. “Daemon, what is wrong, my love?”
“I do not wish to hear your voice right now,” he spoke through clenched teeth, eyes lowering to look at the bundle in his arms; from your position you could barely make out the hint of pale hair atop the babe’s head. “The maester has informed me that the child is–was a boy.”
You gasped, tears once more pricking your eyes as your fears were confirmed, “oh, Daemon-”
“Do not speak,” he surprised you by shouting. “The maester has also informed me that this could only be the punishment of the gods–upon you.”
“What?” You frowned, weakly trying to sit up once more. “Daemon, what are you talking about?”
“Shall I show you then?” He barked, a crazed look in his eyes as walked over to you with your son. “Shall I show you what you have done to our son?”
Pressing further into the pillows and away from Daemon, you let out a cry as he finally lowered the blankets in his arms to reveal the child. Like your others, he was so small and pale, still covered in the red viscera of your womb. Unlike the others, the sockets where his eyes should have been, were hollow and bare, still bleeding. Letting out a pained sob, you tried to look away but Daemon would not let you, using his free hand to grip your face tightly and make you look.
“You did this! You did this to my son!” He cried out, tears of his own falling from his eyes as his hold on you became bruising. Jerking away from him, you fell to your side in the bed with a pained cry. Shaking, you looked over your shoulder as Daemon now turned away from you, cradling his son close to his chest as he stalked back towards the maester.
“Tell her,” Daemon demanded. “Tell her, what you told me.”
“There have been…murmurs,” the maester cleared his throat, pale and shaking like you as he stood under the scrutiny of the mad prince. “Murmurs of other lovers, of other seeds planted in the past; though this child is obviously a Targaryen, it is apparent the gods have seen fit to take his eyes as punishment for the affairs; such as they did with King Maegor’s son.”
“No….” you whispered weakly. “No, Daemon I promise–”
“I always knew,” Daemon spat out with venom. “I always knew that there were others, ever since the last one, but I allowed them because….because I loved you. And where has it gotten me? My son is dead! You have killed our son….”
“Daemon, please-” you pleaded with him, pushing yourself up. “We can have another-”
“There will be no others,” Daemon interrupted, his face growing dark. “I will not allow for more of my children to suffer, not as this one has.”
He looked down at the bundle in his arm, uncannily his expression was numb–stagnant as if he had not been crying over the body moments before. Quietly, he laid the babe in the crib the midwives had prepared, and as he did he spoke:
“You may leave us now maester,” Daemon hummed. “I will come speak with you later.”
“If you are certain, my prince,” the maester spoke, eying you warily as you clung to the sheets of the bed.
“I am certain,” Daemon replied. “Leave us now.”
Bowing his head, the maester left without another word, the door closing behind him and leaving you with Daemon and your son. For a moment, neither of you said anything, and as you stared at his back bent over the crib the fear inside of you dwindled and the grief took over. Tears in your eyes, you reached out a hand, lips dry and cracked you sobbed:
“Daemon….”
Silence. You feared he would not heed your plea as you said his name again; once, twice–finally he stood up, and turned to look at you. Wrapped in the blood stained sheets of the birthing bed, you lifted your hand once more for him to take. You could not discern his expression as he slowly made his way over to you, taking your hand as he finally sat beside you and wrapped his arms around your body. Pressing your face into the warm skin of his neck, you began to sob, hands gripping the fabric of his tunic.
“I’m sorry,” you spoke breathlessly. “I did not mean for any of this to happen.”
“I know,” he replied, tone even as his hand came up to stroke your hair. “I know you did not.”
“I will give you another,” you sniffled, body relaxing into the familiar warmth of his. “I will give you another son and it will be different.”
“Will it?” He hummed, lips pressing into the skin of your forehead, hands shifting down from your hair to your shoulders and then up again to the line of your jaw. “Because I do think it will.”
Frowning, you pulled away to look into his eyes just as his grip tightened on your face: “Daemon?”
Wincing, you tried to pull away, but he stopped you by pressing your body back into the bed with his weight. On top of you now, his fingers gripped the flesh of your cheek as he forced you to still and look at him. There was nothing in his eyes any longer, they were numb and void, as empty as the sockets of your son in the crib.
“Dae-” You tried to speak, hands coming up to grip his wrists. “Daemon, you’re hurting me. Please-”
“I’m sorry,” he bit out, thumbs dragging over the plains of your cheekbones and into the bone under each eye. Gasping, you tried to pull your head away, but Daemon merely followed, thumbs pushing now into the sockets–deeper and deeper. Your cries filled the room as you kicked and flailed, trying to buck him off of you as he continued to say how sorry he was.
This was the only way, the only retribution he saw fit–an eye for an eye.
Blood burst forth from your eyes as he jammed his thumbs in one final time, burying them deep and keeping them there as your cries of pain crescendoed before abruptly cutting off. Your body twitched under his, clinging to the last remnants of life as he stayed atop of you. Only when you finally lay still did he slip off, but he did not leave the bed, instead he laid the length of his body against yours; his arm came up to lay over your belly as he tucked his face into your wet neck, blood falling from the gaping holes where your eyes used to be and sliding down your face into the paleness of his hair.
The fourth and final child you and Daemon lost was a boy; he was never given a name.
#˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 :#house of the dragon#hotd#daemon targaryen#daemon targaryen x reader#daemon targaryen one shot
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Thank you guys, I'm glad I'm keeping my fellow Chaggie shippers well fed. (There's alot of ship names for these two ha!) Here's what you've been waiting for, enjoy the meal my misfits!
Dancing with the Devil: Pt. 2
To say the next few days after helping some ungrateful sinners was awkward would be an understatement. Back in heaven, Vaggie did have a crush on her superior Lute, but that dwindled upon seeing her being an asshole when Vaggie beat her kill record. Sure, the other exorcists were nice to her and followed her lead for a time, but now that she was here in Hell, she found herself not missing the dagger like glare Lute always gave her, or the sexist remarks Adam would often spew while slurping so noisily on that stupid straw in his soda cup.
Vaggie was brought out of memory lane with a slight jolt in her shoulders. She grumbled, taking a painkiller for her phantom back pain, yet it wouldn't go away that easily. "Are you ok?" It was Charlie's turn to ask that when she spotted Vaggie looking miserable at breakfast. "Is it your back again?"
A small nod was Vaggie's answer. Though today was hers and Charlie's fancy ball date, the ex angel cursed Lute for ripping the wings she once took pride in off. She looked bitter and annoyed. Though that changed when she felt those gentle long fingers on her shoulders. "Wh-what are you doing?”
"Giving you a shoulder massage silly. It's the least I can do since you did take care of me during Extermination Day." Charlie smiled warmly, her voice turned into a hum as those fingers gently kneaded those aching muscles. "Ah fuck..." Vaggie uttered melting into that touch.
The giggle and the fact Charlie was literally right behind her didn't help Vaggie at all much as she was trying not to be awkward. It was a crush, which could turn into more since Charlie was not subtle at hiding her feelings. She swore the princess would often find an excuse to be near Vaggie. "If it gets too much, I can always cancel going to the ball." Charlie spoke, her voice sounding concerned.
"I'll let you know if it does ok, hon?" Vaggie stated then blinked. How in hell did that last part come so natural to say? This plagued Vaggie's mind that she missed the small blush that arose from Charlie's cheeks.
It was later that day the two women were getting ready for their date, Razzle helped Charlie while Dazzle helped Vaggie. "You sure I look ok? Oh my gosh I'm so nervous..." Charlie gulped, trying to straighten her hair.
"Baaaap!" Razzle replied with a thumbs up, bringing some relief to Charlie's racing heart. How could she not be nervous? This was her first date in a while, and it's with the cutest, sweetest, most thoughtful woman in hell! Charlie swooned a little, wondering how Vaggie looked. The princess didn't have to wait long as she gulped nervously, knocking on the guestroom door.
"I'll be out in a bit!" Vaggie replied, though yelped as Dazzle tried to shoo out the angel. "Hey!"
"Baaap bap baap!" Dazzle replied in a more reassuring but scolding tone.
Charlie chuckled lightly, hearing the two bicker, however her eyes widened once the door opened. Holy shit, she was so beautiful. Charlie's throat felt dry as her heart just picked up the pace, threatening to burst right out. "W-wow..." Was all the princess could get out. Which she mentally kicked herself for.
Vaggie blinked, standing in a gorgeous black gown that had a night sky theme going on with its small gradient of purple mixed into it with her regular eyepatch on, plus a pair of beautiful deep purple heels that seem to sparkle. She blushed a bit since she had tied up her semi-long hair in a simple low ponytail. "Cat, got your tongue, princess?" She teased with a giggle.
"What n-no, I just didn't expect you to look so..." Charlie gulped as the next word left her lips with ease. "Beautiful." The princess looked away a little playing with some of her blonde hair.
Vaggie just blushed a bit harder. "You look nice too, hon.." She answered as she lightly moved back some of her greyish-white hair. She was thankful for the looking away since her cheeks were tinted a soft shade of gold right now. Charlie's outfit looked especially stunning as well, the way the off shoulder styled black and white blouse hugged her torso, the simple yet flattering black dress pants that compliment long legs and finally some adorable black dress shoes. She also noticed Charlie having an elegant braid instead of the usual dual hair ties, plus the cutest looking golden chain necklace. "Dios mío..." Vaggie whispered lightly, tugging at her own matching chain, but then she shook her head. "Shall we go?" She asked, making the blonde look back at her.
"Y-yes let's.." Charlie said a little too quickly as Razzle handed her a nice black suit jacket. "Thanks Razzle." She patted the goat body guard on his head.
"Baaap!" He replied, looking pleased.
Soon, the two headed to the limo with the goat bodyguards close behind, taking their place upfront. Charlie smiled and politely opened the door. "Your chariot awaits m'lady." She grinned, trying to make Vaggie laugh. It worked as the smaller woman rolled her eye with a chuckle.
"Why, thank you." Vaggie humored her date and played along doing a small curtsy, which made both of them have a fit of giggles.
The limo ride felt long as Vaggie noticed Charlie fidgeting again. “Huh?” Worried ruby eyes met concerned ivory. “Sorry it's been a while since I've seen the other royals..” The princess muttered a little uncomfortable.
Vaggie reached over and gently placed a comforting hand on Charlie’s shoulder. “Don't be sorry. Though I am curious as to your outfit choice.” The angel asked, trying to change the subject since it bothered her hellborn best friend.
Charlie blinked a bit and smiled a little at the attempt. “Is it bad?” She asked, being a little shy. “No? Why would it be?” She heard Vaggie reply. Charlie chuckled softly and lightly took Vaggie's free hand into her own giving it a light squeeze. “Well I.. The nobles see Charlotte Morningstar the daughter of Lucifer Morningstar King of Hell and Lilith Morningstar the Queen of Hell. But to tell you the truth, it really feels suffocating to me to be referred to as such.” She started to ramble, her eyes falling to the floor of the limo.
Vaggie nodded, since the first few days she had been staying with Charlie, the princess was adamant on being called Charlie, and not her full name or title. And when she spoke about her parents, the demoness also seemed aloof when she spoke about them. “You do know I can just punch some asshole in the face for disrespecting you right? All you need to do is say the word.” She replied, earning a soft chuckle.
“Vaggie, you're really sweet, but even if you do, and fuck some of those jerks could use a good whack, it's not really worth it.”
“Te juro que eres demasiado agradable a veces…” (I swear you're too damn nice sometimes) Vaggie muttered, shaking her head. “You could use some of your authority to get people to listen to you?”
Charlie shook her head at that comment. “That's so mean though, besides I don't want people to see just the Princess of Hell part, I want them to see me, Charlie. A girl who cares about her subjects and wants to make life in Hell better.”
“Baaap!” Razzle spoke up signaling that they were here.
Charlie groaned softly but gulped since she was seeing some old friends, and one big jerk she never wanted to see again. Vaggie lightly took Charlie's hand again when the latter reluctantly released it. “We're on a date, remember?” She stated with a cheeky smirk which made Charlie's heart flutter as the two stepped out of the quiet limo and into the loud bustling ball grounds.
(Hope you enjoyed it, I'll be posting the full thing on AO3 under my user name: Wolfoftheblackflames since I had to break it into chunks for easy Tumblr posting)
#hazbin hotel#charlie morningstar#vaggie#chaggie#cute as fuck#dancing#seviathan von eldritch#razzle#dazzle#starmoth#ballroom dancing#awkward vaggie is fun#flustered charlie is fun#adam mentioned#lute mentioned
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Suggestion for your fic prompt request :)
Jaheira and Karlach - "stories around the campfire" - Karlach is full of questions about the old days, and Jaheira tells her a story she may not have expected.
TYSM for this prompt! This one made me smile a lot. (I really love writing both Jaheira and Karlach, so writing both of them bonding is, as Karlach would say, aces. :D ) I really hope you enjoy it!
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Comrades and Lost Children
Pairing: Jaheira & Karlach
Characters: Jaheira, Karlach
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2.3k
Setting: Several hours after the death of Ketheric Thorm
Summary: Jaheira and Karlach share memories during a late night after the fall of Moonrise Towers.
other bg3 one-shots | send me fic requests!
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A shadow among shadows, the black panther pads through the twisted forest outside Moonrise.
The curse is already beginning to fade with Ketheric’s death. The land is hardly yet safe, but the silent creature can step without pain in the milder patches of darkness. And it seems joyous in that freedom; a low purr rumbles in its throat as it darts repeatedly from the path to climb a gnarled tree trunk or roll in a struggling patch of grass, scenting out the places where nature’s strength is starting to recover within the broken landscape.
It’s a short journey north to Last Light, but the panther’s meandering route takes it past the moonlight-bathed building. Instead, it makes for the small camp where Hector and his companions have been lodging since their arrival in the shadowlands. Unsurprisingly, given it is nearly two in the morning, the camp is still and silent; only a lone tiefling figure sits up keeping guard by the slowly dying fire.
So softly does the huge cat move that Karlach does not at first notice its approach. It is almost within the circle of firelight before she registers it - but when she does, she moves fast, leaping to her feet with a startled cry and bringing her sword to bear on the beast. “Holy shit--”
For a moment the two of them stare at each other, unmoving. Then the panther's body begins to shift, magical energy flowing off it like a surge of dark water. Jaheira's lithe form uncurls within the burst of power into a standing position from the hunch in which the wildshape left her. “Is there a problem, Karlach?” she says, looking calmly into the point of the sword drawn on her.
“Oh, thank fuck,” Karlach says. She slumps with relief and lets the weapon drop to her side; a nervous smile bursts onto her face at once as she recognizes the other woman. “You scared the piss out of me.”
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#bg3#baldur's gate 3#bg3 fanfic#bg3 fanfiction#bg3 fic#baldur's gate 3 fic#jaheira#jaheira bg3#karlach#karlach bg3#karlach cliffgate#i enjoyed writing this so much; thank you for the prompt! <3#i think i've decided these two are my favorite characters to write by far c:#(maybe tied with lae'zel)#also if i had a nickel for every time this week i posted something about jaheira getting wine-tipsy and opening up to someone#i'd have two nickels#which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice XD#no hector liveblog tonight bc i have gw2 raids in a little while but i offer this instead :D
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5 times
4 times Yoru tried to say he loved you and the one time he did
GN reader
The first:
You had been at the protocol for a few months and had warmed up to your new family quickly. Being with the other dualists was amazing and gave you a large support system during strange times. It was a typical get together for you all with only Reyna being absent due to having to tend to her city. At your feet sat Neon and Phoenix, the two playing some fighting game while you watched. Raze was playing music from her laptop while on either side of you sat Jett and Yoru. The rift walker was teasing Phoenix as he lost to Neon, the other man fighting for his life against her. He had been casting glances at you most of the night as well as practically waiting on you hand and foot. Of course you had been oblivious and just thought he was cycling into the rotation of snack/drink getter for once. His arm was currently placed behind you while you were leaned over talking to Jett.
“After Neon fried it I haven’t been able to get it to work,” Jett spoke as she held her phone out to you, side eyeing said woman. Being naturally gifted with technology you took it from her, only fiddling with it for a moment before it turned back on. “Holy shit (Y/N)! You got it!”
“The battery was just loose,” You shrugged at her as she engulfed you in one of her frequent hugs.
“Still! Your the best!” A mass amount of dings caused her to jump to her feet. “Oops, Brim needs me. See ya later! Love you guys!” Her affections were echoed through the room as she left by all but one dualist. There Yoru sat biting the inside of his cheek, suddenly loosing the courage he had worked so hard growing to finally confess to you.
The disastrous second:
It was yet another night at the base. Yoru had asked if you could help him make some wraps you had made for him the previous week, claiming he was craving them and couldn’t sleep. This was all a ploy so he could at the very least ask you out in private without anyone to interrupt or get in his way. As he came around the corner he saw you standing there talking to Chamber. He had considered calling out to the two of you but upon seeing your confused expression he chose to hide just within ear shot.
“Are you serious?!” You sounded flustered, face a deep shade of red as the frenchie smiled at you.
“Absolutely. Why would I joke about such a thing?” Chamber was casual sounding as always. Yoru barely had time to think about what the other man could have possibly done to make you the way you currently were before said question was answered.
“Of course then, I would love to be your partner Chamber.” His heart sank to his feet as he heard those words. Mouths moved but he picked up nothing as he sat in a dazed haze. He had been mere minutes away from confessing to you, mere minutes from being able to finally say how he felt. All of that had been ripped away in seconds by some stuffy man in a suit. Yoru couldn’t blame you for accepting the advances of someone like Chamber. The man was attractive, charming, and outwardly sincere. Who wouldn’t want a guy like that?
Cursing to himself he stormed off back to his room, ignoring any text messages you sent him that night asking where he was or if he was okay. The next morning it was as if nothing happened, him lying and telling you he had fallen asleep just as he was about to get up.
The third:
Awoken by frantic pounding on his door Yoru pulled himself out of bed as grumpy as ever. All the rage that had built up for whoever had awoken him faded from his body the moment he saw you standing there. Sniffles shook your body while tears carved rivers on your face. Words caught in your throat as you stood there, trying to say something coherent but failing. Despite your lack of words you were immediately pulled into the mans room, falling directly into his chest.
Walking you to his bed he sat down with you curled in his lap bawling your eyes out. The two of you sat like this for several minutes that felt like an eternity before you spoke. “H-he was -u-u-sing me.” You choked out as the rift walkers arms tightened around you. Chamber had only been dating you for just shy of a year. Everything seemed to be going well with you never complaining and only gushing to Jett about it, the woman keeping your secrets well. It wasn’t surprising for Ryo to hear, afterall Neon had her own run in with his scheming. This didn’t make the fire growing inside him calm. In fact it only made it grow into a roaring blaze. He would have to have some not so kind words with the designer that would evolve in both of them having to pay a visit to Sage. Of course he would get in trouble for this but he didn’t care, he would face anyone and anything if it was for you.
He would sit with you until you cried yourself to sleep, staying silent the entire time to avoid making you uncomfortable. At that point he would settle you into his bed, wrapping you in all the blankets he had brought from home that he swore he would never let anyone touch. Taking his place in his computer chair he would watch you until you woke up, ready to comfort you and wait on you despite being exhausted.
The fourth:
Nearly an entire year had past since Chamber had so cruelly broken your heart. In this year you and Yoru had only grown closer. The other agents often joked about how protective he was of you with Sage going as far as to call him like a brother to you, Yoru hating the comparison. Everyone learned well not to harm you or they would have to deal with the angry tokyo native.
Speaking of Tokyo, you were currently walking its streets with said man. He had gotten some free time that aligned well with your own and had decided to show you one of the gardens near his home. You wore his jacket which he had given you after you complained about it being cold, the crisp winter air swaying around you. He didn’t complain as you ran ahead in his oversized leather jacket, rather enjoying the sight of it if he was honest. As you pointed out how pretty the garden was an older couple walked by the two of you.
“ああ、かわいいね。なんて素敵な若いカップルなんだ。/Ā , kawaī ne. Nante sutekina wakai kappuruna nda.“ (Aw sweetie look. What a lovely young couple.). The older woman cooed at you two while pointing, catching your attention. Slowly walking back to Yoru you leaned over to him.
“What did she say to us?” Your voice was nearly a whisper as you eyed the couple walking by. A smile crossed his face as he considered telling you what they actually had said. Unfortunately he found it best not to as he wished to not ruin the moment you were having.
“They said you were cute like a kid running around.” Your face flushed a shade of peach as you recoiled in embarrassment. For the rest of the visit you were nearly joined at the hip as the two of you walked. Several times he had considered telling you during the trip and each time he backed down, not wanting to ruin your enjoyment.
Finally:
Everything had gone wrong. The mission had been a loss with mass injury and one casualty amongst them. Sadly that one casualty had to be you. Sova had nearly sprinted from the vulture as he carried your corpse to Sage, screaming for the healer the entire way there. The comotion had drawn the other agents from their down time as well as brought a panicked dualist to the healers small ‘clinic’. Outside he sat pacing as he could barely hear Sage ordering Sova around. He cursed at himself for not being there with you. For not being able to take that last blow for you. Yoru couldn’t lose you now, he couldn’t let his last words to you be so shallow as a simple good luck, he couldn’t let the last memory of you be a half wave as you boarded the vulture. Just as he thought he was about to go crazy with worries the rooms door opened as the two agents stepped out.
Sage could say nothing as he bolted in, taking his place at your bedside. Your chest rose and fell softly, indicating that you were brought back successfully.
“They are going to take some time,” The calm voice that practically lived in this room spoke out from the doorway. “Will you watch them for me while I care for the others?” Sage already knew the answer to that question, Yoru giving a thumbs up as she left to reaffirm it. There he would sit for days. When your vitals were checked he was there helping, when bandages needed to be changed he was helping gently move you, and when he finally faded into sleep he was still there passed out cold in the chair next to you. When you had finally come to it had been a long long week that he was glad was over. He stood without a word at first. Sweeping hair out of your face he placed a long kiss to your forehead. It soothed you as you dealt with the new aches your body had and brought some comfort to your racing mind.
“Idiot,” were the first words that left his mouth as gentle arms came around you. Before you could retort more words fell from his mouth, “私はあなたをとても愛しています。私はほとんどあなたを失うことに腹を立てていた//Watashi wa anata o totemo aishiteimasu. Watashi wa hotondo anata o ushinau koto ni hara o tatete ita“ (I love you so fucking much. I was pissed to almost lose you). You just barely recognized some of the words he said with the main ones that stood out being ‘fucking’ and ‘pissed’ which he often said. Another word stuck out to you that you had learned not long before on another trip to his home.
“What did you say?” Your voice was hoarse due to lack of use but you still got the question out. His grip tightened only slightly before he shook his head.
“Nothing, I’m glad you’re okay.” Pulling yourself from his grip you looked at him puzzled. The sound of footsteps grew closer as Sage neared your room, nothing escaped that woman.
“Ai Shite,” You sounded it out slowly, “That means love right? The sign at the flower shop said it didn’t it?” His face could only flush as Sage entered the room to check on you, cutting the conversation short.
Once you were given the all clear to stay on bed rest you pestered your friend once again only to be met with scoffing and silence. Finally you decided to just go for it.
“I love you too Ryo,” You sighed out as you relaxed in your hospital bed. “I got that right, right?”
“Yes, you did.” It was a reluctant confirmation from a tomato red man. Reaching up to take your hand he avoided your gaze, instead choosing to rub his face. “Sorry I didn’t say anything earlier.”
“You’re forgiven” You laughed as you squeezed his hand. “At least I have someone to take care of me now” Your joke was met with a loving but playful smile from Yoru.
“Dumbass of course I’d take care of you,” With a flick to your head the ice had been broken and the words were finally cemented between the two of you.
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Hi Kimbap!! It's been a while since I requested but i'm glad your askbox is open again!! Youre always writing so much it's amazing! Hope it's ok to ask for a Chrollo x reader where she is very angelic and holy but she's also an assasin, and sings to lure in and captivate her victims, she always has small cherubins around her and it's not clear if she's actually human or not, what would he think?
Thanks in advance i hope it's not too complicated!!!
Hi, thank you for the ask and for enjoying my writing! This is an interesting ask, it was a lot of fun to write for, I stuck with headcanons for this one, hope you enjoy!
Chrollo x assasin!reader - angelic disguise
I would say for Chrollo the reason why he first fell for you was because of your skills as an assassin. He knew about your ability from rumors that floated around from the mafia he was targeting. Someone was apparently beautiful, untainted by blood yet that was all a guise of someone so good at killing they were called the "heavenly reaper"
He met you by accident, the two of you happened to be waiting for the same mafia boss that night. He was at a high-end club with you and you were posing as the mafioso's date. Chrollo sensed you weren't just any random person, so he kept an eye on you and followed you after the club to the alley ways. That was where he first heard your voice
To start off, the only reason it didn't really affect Chrollo was probably because of a condition on your nen, but it was interesting to watch. He was at a distance, but he could clearly see the little cherubins around you. It was a little funny seeing the mafia boss so helpless, someone who used to rule a city, die at the hands of someone so easily
"Well done" Chrollo said, clapping slowly as he approached you. Of course, you weren't expecting anyone but you knew Chrollo was around. "What do you want?" you ask, standing up from your latest victim who was bleeding out on the floor and cursing you
Chrollo won't ask for you to join the troupe but he'll compliment your abilities. If you two happen to be from Meteor City, you'll know who he is since the troupe is so popular. However, Chrollo jokes that the next time he sees you he'll want to see your ability again (basically he wants to take it)
However, the next time you two meet up it will be pretty casual, more like a small talk in a book cafe and you two didn't recognize each other for some reason. After exchanging phone numbers and hanging out for a while, you will likely have to confess to him first.
It is after all of this and maybe one date that you guys realize "Oh, you're y/n from that night!" It's a little funny, yet the two of you somehow hit it off (go you!). He does like that you seem to target mafia bosses since it makes his job easier, however he'll warn that you shouldn't try targeting the troupe or you won't last for long
Will he take your ability? He might try, but you'll just have to keep your guard up. Does he ask about your nen a lot or your background? Yes. He's naturally a curious person, so you'll have to power through most of his lowkey too-personal questions haha
He loves it when you sing by the way, it could be during a car ride or perhaps if you happen to be in the mood for some songs while hanging out with him in wherever he happens to be staying for the next heist. You two should duet one day (though Chrollo might not be the best singer haha)
#hxh#hunter x hunter#hxh x reader#hxh headcanons#hxh imagines#hxh scenarios#chrollo#chrollo x reader#phantom troupe#phantom troupe x reader#anon ask
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The message left the room quiet, before you heard DRACO's voice again. Louder, echoing off the walls, as you saw your own Servants tense. It seemed like this time, they could hear her as well.
"…Caster. So that's what you had to say..."
The tether between you grew taut, as an image was forced into your mind. It was… DRACO, sure, but also a bit of LUCIUS. And a bit of that crimson Servant that you saw within LUCIUS' mind. Like that 'CASTER' you saw before, she seemed tired. Weathered by some unknowable stress.
'DRACO': "Ah… this is more familiar. More... comfortable. An illusion- a dream- but a fitting one. Just like this war, just like this Solar Cell, even this Bestial nature of mine is a farce. A crude 'reflection', just like Lucius. No matter what, I could never become the true Sodom's Beast."
RULER said something similar about her being a 'Ruler' during this war. A 'sham for a sham'. Each avenue of this was farcical, created and executed for some purpose, but that purpose remained unknown.
'DRACO': "We were so close. We fought so hard… 128 Masters. 128 Servants. Mages turning the skin of the great goddess Luna into naught but a battlefield for their own whims. A bloody free-for-all, all for nothing. You remember none of it, truly?"
Her voice was hoarse, strained with emotion.
You felt DRACO push. Push into the collective mass that was your minds- but not to search, to share.
To unlock.
You recalled Servants. Your Servants.
MANDRICARDO. VAN GOGH. KINTOKI. MUSASHI. IZOU. ARJUNA. CU CHULAINN. DANTE.
Not simply as part of your collective, but as individual Servants… with individual Masters.
You recalled the faces of the 'Forgotten Servants' that you ran into during your war amongst yourselves.
KRIEMHILD. ENKIDU. NOBUNAGA. MEDEA. SINBAD. MORDRED. CARMILLA.
Even some of the faces that you saw in this current war.
CONSTANTINE. SALIERI. QUETZALCOATL. SIGURD. ASCLEPIUS. PRETENDER. FOREIGNER. RULER. BERSERKER. ASSASSIN. GUNNER. ARCHER. LANCER.
But then there were some Servants that you didn't really recognize… or at least, didn't think you did- yet there was a certain glimmer of familiarity as they flashed through your mind.
These were all Servants that battled within the Lunar Holy Grail War. 128 Servants. 128 Masters. Enemies to be defeated. Allies to be had. All of them... gone.
Gone?
These Servants… battling for their lives, in an all-out brawl. A ritual, a collective of souls sacrificing themselves for… something. A reward? A wish? It seemed unclear. It all seemed so… unclear. Their fates. Their desires.
Strangely enough, you didn't see that 'nothing' Servant, or KUKULKAN.
But one thing seemed to be a direct truth. You weren't always 'Interlopers'. You were simply 'Masters', twisted into this role somehow, for some reason. Not just for this war on the Solar Cell, but for the Origin War too. During the Lunar Holy Grail War, you were just 'Masters'. Mages. Wizards.
As you felt her push on those memories, they began to get tangled. Painfully so.
Conversations with MUSASHI that some of you remembered vividly, and yet seemed foreign to others. Moments with MANDRICARDO that felt both long gone yet incredibly close. Long discussions with DANTE, or was it MEDEA? Perhaps it was ARJUNA, but you definietely remembered hanging out with KINTOKI-- or no, that was IZOU, or that time was NOBUNAGA...
Like a thousand vines were tangled together, each one 'true' and yet overlapping.
'DRACO': "…What a twisted thing you've all become, 'Interlopers'. Chimeric Curse of the Lunar Sea... But I'm in no position to judge. Without a Contractor, my physical form is naught, especially if I must keep my draconic heads manifested. It seems my hubris has caught up to me once again."
There was no wry laughter, no sense of irony. Just venom- directed wholly towards herself.
'DRACO': "I grow weary. No, I've been weary. That sword. Bring it to me. Caster speaks truth- my instinct is to drive that blade through the heart of what she's become, and then to what burnt our happiness asunder. Continue forth through this tomb, and give me the blade. Then I will tell you the truth of this place."
It seemed like the only thing she was requesting was the sword- in exchange for answers. Actual answers. Maybe finding that message awoke something in her.
It also seemed like her lack of a proper contract was beginning to take it's toll. Severing the contract had been a snap decision- and apparently a harsh one in regards to her wellbeing.
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CONSTANTINE: "…Another trick. It has to be."
PRETENDER: "You think so?"
It seems like you could either go back through the brick wall, or there were two paths forward. One directly to the north, and the other to the northwest.
The scratching sound from the hallway you were originally heading down seems to have gotten louder. The slow screech of metal against stone, grinding and scraping against the brickwork.
KUKULKAN: "Oh- right. Got it!"
She put her hand towards the blade, before recoiling as well- it seemed like she was impacted by the burning sensation too. However, she pushed through, picking up the weapon and (quickly) adding it to your inventory before the heat could do any damage.
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Crimson Blade - A old, yet regal looking blade made from crimson-colored meteor metal. It seems like there's been a heavy curse placed on it, making it unusable for most Servants. The coding of the blade has several 'verification locks' placed on it. While you can't tell the extent of the locks, it seems the first thing it tests is whether a Servant is a member of the 'Saber'-class or not. Despite being trapped in this tomb for an unknowable amount of time, it still burns with a flame that can't quite be put out.
The disk was added to your inventory.
Message Disk, 'Forgotten Blade' - A recording from a Servant that heavily resembles Caster. It seems like an apology of sorts.
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Have you kept some of your old habits while living the life of repentance? I ask this because sometimes we find servants in the Church who are perhaps devoted to the service; these people naturally see themselves as not only living the life of repentance, but perhaps even more the life of righteousness. In spite of this, they have habits that resemble the people of the world exactly. Their behaviors are earthly and not spiritual. How did this happen? How did they combine both the service and these old habits? We will give examples.
Before he knew the Lord, a person had been angry. He then repented, but he kept the anger within him. Before repenting and entering the life of serving God, he would get angry, become provoked, raise his voice, curse and quarrel. After he repented, he kept the "Canaanites on the land." He kept those habits with him. You can see him during the service getting enraged and shouting, despite his great responsibility in it. If provoked, he gives orders with a loud voice and kindles the atmosphere with fire. When you rebuke him for his anger, he says to you: "That is holy anger. I am angry for the sake of God and His honor. I am enraged for the sake of correcting the wrong situation, for the sake of the commandments, and so that I can teach others how it should be."
Actually, he is enraged because he is incapable of resisting anger from within himself. This is not a holy anger, because it is against the commandment that says: "Love suffers long and is kind, is not provoked" (I Corinthians 13.4-5). It is against the commandment that says: "The wrath of man does not produce the righteousness of God" (James 1.20). It is also against the commandment that says: "Let all bitterness, wrath, anger, clamor, and evil speaking be put away from you ... and be kind to one another" (Ephesians 4-31-32).
Holy anger should be holy in its means, and not in its goals and objectives alone. Whoever is enraged like this shows that his nerves are not in good order. He offers a bad example, giving a dishonorable appearance to the church service, and shows lack of purity in conduct and in his method of dealing with people. The fact is that this person has kept with him some bad habits and, wishing to bestow upon them a holy veneer, has put those same errors to use within the Church. His repentance and service become a stumbling block, like the person who puts a piece of new cloth onto an old garment (Matthew 9.16). It would have been better for him to leave behind all the old anger with its many manifestations. When he asks, "Should I not defend the truth?" we answer him as follows.
If God wishes to give you a holy anger to defend the truth, then it will be another kind of anger, which is different in substance, image, execution, and expression. It will be a spiritual anger, different from your worldly anger. You will be angry in it and not sin (Psalm 4.5). Abigail defended the truth when she talked to David, but in a kind, wise, and well-mannered way (I Kingdoms 25). The Lord Jesus revealed to the Samaritan woman her sins, but in a spiritual and gentle way (John 4). God's children always express their objection toward sin in a spiritual way, without loudness, noise, or nervousness. All of these matters originate from the remnant of "the Canaanites on the land."
The problem here is that the spiritual measures used are unsound. Those measures which permit this sinful anger and consider it holy for the sake of God, are unsound measures without a doubt. They merely justify the presence of an old sin from which the heart has not been purified yet. It does not agree with the life of repentance, nor with what is suitable for repentance, such as humility and contrition. It can develop and destroy all of a person's spirituality. It would then be as if he had not repented.
Pope Shenouda III
“The Life of Repentance and Purity”
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First-Impression thoughts on Hazbin Hotel's "official" first ep, now that I checked it out on YT-
*Spoiler warning below for those who didn't see it yet-*
-Great to see Charlie & Vaggie again, still a wholesome lil supportive pair whilst having their own quirks/things to do on the side. Esp with Vaggie spending the whole time back at the hotel reshooting a whole commercial for Charlie's sake, awww :3
-Pleasantly surprised by the twist of Charlie's mom being the figure she was most inspired by to make her dream come true, along with her love for singing. Curious to see where Lilith's whereabouts could be if she's been away for so long?
-The new voices were... a mixed bag, I suppose? Mainly in the line/tone-deliveries for certain characters (& I guess I'm still moreso used to the OG pilot's portrayals lol), but I can see the good attempts made from those like Charlie & Alastor.
-I... don't know how I feel about the way Lucifer's backstory was handled? Like, yeah its interesting hearing of him & Lilith genuinely connecting over their "rebellious" natures (& thus fleeing from Heaven's wrath/staying in Hell to be together). But then, the whole thing with Lucifer apparently being some "doofy, misunderstood dreamer who only wanted the best for Humanity, got bullied by those mean ol' angels, and didn't meaaaan to spread Sin all across Earth~ 🥺🥺" ...ehhhhh, felt kinda lame imho 🤷♀️. Not that I mind giving nuanced/sympathetic angles to a character's development now & then... but with someone like Lucifer (who mind you, is meant to represent the "Ring of Pride" on top of his Hell-ruling duties), I guess I kinda expected more... "bite" to his portrayal, I guess? .3. But idk, maybe that's just me...
(*Tho admittedly, one could argue that perhaps he and/or Lilith were simply lying in that storybook to make them look less "bad"... idk, given HB's track record with Stolas' writing and since both shows are made by the same people... part of me can't help having my doubts ^^; *)
-Adam... ooooooh boi .x.;; Ever since I saw his leaked design I've always been rather... "mixed" about him, and now seeing him on-screen & talking I... don't really get the concept behind him? I mean, yeah I'm all for a fun, chaotic-jackass type when done right (hell I still consider Blitz among my faves to this day lol). But with Adam apparently being the big leader behind Heaven's army, AND was even the "original" Adam from biblical times... how tf did he get the chance to be allowed in Heaven if he not only helped curse humanity to sin (aka: sharing Forbidden Fruit with Eve), but on top of him currently being a horny, misogynistic loudmouth? 🤨Discounting that is also the fact that his whole design vibe just... doesn't really give me "holy army leader" vibes, but more-or-less just Blitz in some weird angel cosplay lol 🤷♀️.
No shade to those who genuinely do like Adam though (and I'll admit his song was surprisingly catchy lol), I just... feel like his whole personality/design vibe could've probably fit better to a fallen angel-type character (or even a demon-angel hybrid if you wanna play more into the Heaven vs. Hell conflict), someone who only takes up the "Adam" title as an ego trip to enact his revenge against Hell... or, something like that idk; my brain's tired lol.
(*His sidekick Lute seems pretty cool tho, she kinda reminds me of Tempest Shadow from MLP in a way .3.*)
-Nice to see more of the old Hotel gang again, esp those like Nifty she was a cute :3 (her whole reaction to the camera honestly being a whole mood lol)
-Did not expect to see Brandon Rogers pop up voicing Katie Killjoy of all people, buuuut I guess I can see the amusing comparison potential to that one CEO persona of his lol
....Aaaaaand yep, that's about the gist of my first-impression thoughts atm .3. Dunno if I'll be sitting down to watch the whole season of Amazon's Hazbin atm (*'cause like, I do have Amazon Prime, buuuuut I rarely ever use that to watch shows (save for some classic cartoons here & there lol) .w.; *), but I'd say it was still generally a decent watch for what it is imo👍(+any chance to see my girl Vaggie again, the better~ x3💜)
#hazbin hotel spoilers#hazbin hotel review#hazbin hotel criticism#(*not 'technically' critical I guess buuuuut dunno if I wanna put this in the main fandom tag (for obv reasons lgjk) TwT*)#(*heard some rather... 'controversial' things about some of the later eps so I'll probably hold off watching the season til later-*)
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Here Comes The Rain
I've got an unfinished Supercorp Series called "Lena's Mildy Not Fantastic Week" that I've decided to post here!
Lena is sick, Kara is somewhere else, Alex is done with her bullshit. (supercorp)
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Lena really didn’t feel well. Her head hurt, her eyes hurt, her legs hurt, everything fucking hurt. She was tired and didn’t want to be awake. Being awake was really way too much work. She felt like her body was somehow icy cold, and engulfed in fire. The cold was so intense that it felt like her bones might shatter if she moved the wrong way, but the heat threatened to sear her eyes out of her skull. She was so exhausted. But of course, she had to work. She always had to work. Doing magic sucked a lot of energy out of the young witch.
Her phone buzzed angrily, pulling her out of her fever fueled thoughts. She grumbled under her breath, and reached out of her blanket cocoon to retrieve the offending piece of tech. The text that flashed across the far too bright screen was from Kara.
Kar: Morning, you’re gonna hate me for this, but J’onn says we’ve all gotta come in, to
practice hand to hand combat. I know you don’t need it, but he’s making it mandatory.
Lena: Twenty minutes
Lena began to mentally prepare for a very long day. She pulled herself groggily out of her bed, dragging her favorite fuzzy blanket into the bathroom with her. She was too cold to exist without it. After a very long ten minutes, she managed to hide how pale she actually was, and pulled her hair into a manageable ponytail. Her clothes weren't exactly those she would wear everyday. She was wearing an old sweatshirt of Kara’s, and a pair of ratty sweatpants. Not exactly stylish, but comfortable, and that's all she really cared about.
She shuffled out of the house in Uggs, the same small blanket still wrapped around her shoulders. She knew she looked ridiculous, but it was warm, warm enough that she could ignore the looks she was getting as she strolled to the Tower in thirty degree weather. Naturally, she had given her stupid driver the stupid day off.
Half way through the annoyingly long walk, it started to freezing rain. Now she was probably hypothermic and somehow even more miserable. She should’ve just stayed home. Home has warm blankets and a heater and holy fuck she was so cold.
When she finally got to the Tower, she couldn’t feel her fingers or toes, which she figured was probably a bad thing. The door closed behind her, and she was greeted by a half asleep Nia. The hero had probably just woken up from her dream land.
“You look like shit.” She mumbled, walking past Lena with a cup of steaming coffee in her hands. Coffee sounded like a great idea to the shivering woman. She was too cold, and would do just about anything to get warm.. Everything hurt so much.
It was pretty early, and it seemed that there weren't many other people there yet, which made sense, because it was five in the damn morning. She hadn’t even seen Kara yet. How could the blonde make Lena come in so early, when she wasn’t even there?
She just started to brew a new pot of coffee when a hand on her shoulder startled her out of her thoughts.
“Woah, you’re dripping.” Alex said, squishing the fabric of her fuzzy blanket, which sent a stream of freezing down the back of her neck.
“Fuck off.” Lena grumbled, her voice coming out hoarser than she’d like it too. The former agent's hand left her shoulder, and shifted up to the back of her neck. She shuddered involuntarily at the warmth of Alex’s skin, wishing for Kara’s Kryptonian body heat.
“You’ve got hypothermia you dumbass, let’s get those wet clothes off.”
“Coffee.”
“Coffee does not brew, when you don’t turn the coffee pot on. This isn’t an offer, let’s go.”
Lena cursed her under her breath as she was dragged to the locker room, and her layers were removed. After a few minutes, she was standing in just an undershirt and sweatpants, staring at the trembling reflection of herself in the mirror. Alex stood behind me, complaining about how useless Lena was being. She seemed to finally understand that Lena had zero intentions of helping her with this process. She did not want to be here and planned as difficult as possible. She didn’t want her fawning over her. The only thing keeping Lena from an emotional breakdown was how Alex was handling the situation. It was weirdly keeping her calm.
“Alright, you’ve gotta change into some dry clothes, but I’m not doing that for you, unless you absolutely need me too. I’ve got some warm clothes, even a new bra, because I’m sure yours is soaked. You think you can handle this?” She asked, looking at Lena with genuine concern in her eyes. It was almost annoying, but also kind of nice to know that someone besides Kara actually gives a shit about her health.
“I’m not a newborn, I can change my clothes.” Lena responded, earning a smirk from Alex.
“You’re shaking so hard I wouldn’t trust you to go to the bathroom on your own. But seriously, I’m going to be right outside the door. If you need me, just yell, or cry, or something. Just, don’t die.”
Unfortunately, Lena’s job of not dying was a bit of a struggle. She was dizzy, and her body hurt. She managed to get the pants on okay, but naturally, she got sort of stuck in the shirt. For some reason, her arms were unwilling to obey her when she ordered them to move. Frustrated tears began to well up in her eyes, as I fought against the offending fabric. She didn’t want help, much less from Alex. But she saw absolutely no choice.
“A-alex?” She croaked, dreading the look that she would inevitably get. The door creaked open, and an exasperated sigh filled the room.
“My god, I leave you alone for less than two minutes. What are we going to do with you?” The brunette's voice was gentle and tinged with humor. Within a few minutes, the shirt was where it was supposed to be, and Lena was glaring at the floor, blinking back the tears that wouldn’t go away.
“Hey, it’s okay. It happens to the best of us, kiddo.” Alex murmured, brushing a lone tear off of the sniveling woman’s cheek.
“Does it?” Lena choked out, biting her lip hard against her emotions.
“How about we dry your hair and get some sort of super strong cold medicine into you. That sound okay?” With a small sigh, Lena agreed, and let Alex lead her out of the locker room. She missed her girlfriend.
#sickfic#supercorp#supergirl#sick fanfiction#sick lena luthor#fever#fanfiction#ao3 fanfic#fic writing#fanfics#lena luthor#lena lesbian luthor#kara x lena#kara danvers#kara danvers x lena luthor#alex danvers#jon jones#sick fanfic#hurt/comfort#hypothermia#sick character#mild whump#future angst
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Misc. SN character rambling (Gordon Byron)
I very few screenshots for whatever I’m going to ramble about on another character in seekers notes so you’re going to have to take my word for it. This is not an analysis btw i just want to talk about this guy for a bit
There’s this character, Gordon Byron, or Hyperion <- name he picked for himself I will elaborate later.
His family (made up of him, his mother, and his cousin) is a descendant of one of the founders of Darkwood (the city) and though I didn’t read too much into him, I thought his character development was quite interesting
going to be a bit long since i'm running through him as a character, spoilers under the cut
Backstory was that he had run away from home with his beloved that went missing when the curse fell upon the city but returned after realizing that he had responsibilities being the family's heir and such.
He's very quiet as a character, kept to books and nature and is a pretty big romantic but when he came back, and through the story he started getting invested in his family's history, aka. one of the founders named nostromo and his powers etc etc and also taking more initiative to help the city via. paying funds for damages and suggesting new things to keep the townspeople safe
okay to be honest theres some collecting crystal infinity stone level thing going on in the story and there's this section in the plot where gordon and i had to dive underwater to look for a stone tablet depicting one of the missing steps to getting one of the crystals
and some explosion happens and i get shot out of the water, leaving him underwater and the other characters and i are all panicking because the water breathing potion we took had some timing to it and he was about to die or something
but he emerges soon enough, with the gauntlet belonging to the founder equipped in his hand, and you can tell that this power was getting to his head
at this point, i was filling philiah in on the lore and i told her 'i think it would be really profound if he let the power get to him and influence him negatively' and lo and behold.
anyways carrying on, he started really embracing the name hyperion (a pseudonym he made up himself because if i can remember right, all the other founders also had one themselves) and having his own group of specialised guards.
then some attack happened on the city again where ghostly creatures appeared (summoned by the antagonist), and after gordon fought them off, he decided to set a curfew & interrogate all the townspeople because they could be people from a crime organisation (called the shadows) in disguise
cough cough side note, informant was telling me about how his guard kept going trying to capture him and he was frustrated that not only did he have to run from the crime organisation but he also had to run from the guard too lol.
and holy shit theres this section that especially got me where he was asking me for an update on the crystals and i told him it was going alright, letting on a little more detail than i liked and he then asks me to find more of this truth potion for him and then he says this
he slipped a truth potion !!! !! !! !!!! unknowingly!!!!!! to me!! HOLAY MOLAY!!!. and when i went to talk to charlotte, she tells me about how some of the people who took the potion were down with pretty bad illnesses and fevers. THAT IS SO WILD.
he had to be suspended of his role and his guard operations after he nearly endangered the lives of the members of the crime organisation
THERES A LOT OF STUFF THAT HAPPENS INBETWEEN BUT ITS PRETTY BIZZARE BECAUSE HIS ANGER GETS THE BETTER OF HIM (and they really did show that he gets angry easily)
holay molay this guy.
i like what they're doing here, it's really interesting ^_^ LOVE THAT THEY DID ACTUAL BUILD UP INSTEAD OF WHATEVER THEY DID WITH INFORMANT!!!!! love to see what happens to him later because currently the city is going through YET another world ending disaster and i (the seeker) have to save them.
#THEY CAN HAVE GOOD WRITING BITS!! LOVE IN THE WORLD#just wanted to talk about this guy caus he wus interesting#seekers notes#Gordon Byron (SN)#Character Rambling (SN)#<- i'll make that the tag sure.
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