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xxwritemeastoryxx · 3 years

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Not Her

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Parings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader, Klaus Mikaelson & Bestfriend!Reader

Word count: 2.1 K

Author’s note: Welcome to day two of Angst Week. This gif had been submitted by the lovely @dumble-daddy and was a part of the 1500k follower challenge. It’s late but, it’s here. At least I'm not reaching another milestone soon. 🤣

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Even though the last few months had been filled with numerous foes that dare chose to take a stand against the Mikaelsons, they had been able to handle it. They managed to defeat each one that came their way as they always did: together. But nothing could have prepared them for the fight that was brought to them today. Nor were they prepared for the aftermath.

The Mikaelsons had been separated and it was then that the enemy had chosen to strike. For if they weren’t faced with the whole family, there was a better chance to take them down. While Klaus, Rebekah and Hayley had been on one side of the city, Elijah, Y/N and Freya had been on the opposite end. A trail of clues leading them into an ambush.

While it had been unexpected, they managed to stick to their quickly thrown together plan. Take down the enemy and those that were alive by then would be questioned. As long as the Mikaelsons stuck to that, they’d always come out on top. At least, it always had before that.

Klaus stood in the courtyard of the compound, a glass of liquor in his hand. He stood there with pride as he brought the glass up to his lips and took a drink from it. Taking the lives of those that stood against him was no doubt the best part of the day. The blood that lingered on his clothes served as a reminder that Klaus Mikaelson wasn’t someone to be tried with.

The smug smile that played on his lips never faltered. If anything it grew from time to time at the sounds of the screams that came from the cellar. Both Rebekah and Hayley worked as quickly as possible to get whatever information out of their last living pawn from the fight. Today had merely been child’s play to the three of them compared to several other moments in their lifetime.

Even as he heard the familiar footsteps of his brother approaching the compound, his smile had only grown to a smirk. Surely if they had managed to succeed, the other half of his siblings would have succeeded as well. He poured himself another glass, his back turned to Elijah as he did so.

“I’d say today was a successful a-” Klaus’s words had been cut short as he turned to face his brother.

Elijah stopped not too far from the entryway, his eyes locked on his brother. Much like Klaus, his suit had been stained by the blood that covered him. There were rips along the suit jacket, some even exposing his ripped button up. From what Klaus could see, the others had a rougher time with the enemy.

Klaus could easily see that some of the blood that covered Elijah’s neck had been his own. The bite mark on his neck had been a source for some of the current wounds present on his brother. One that Klaus knew Elijah would eventually heal from with time. But it was the other stains of blood on Elijah that had bothered Klaus the most.

The brothers had been in several fights. Against several others and even against each other. But no matter who the fight was with, Klaus had never seen Elijah this covered in blood before. It was the stain that looked as if someone had been bleeding out as he carried someone, that raised the most alarms in Klaus.

And as Klaus took in his appearance, Elijah couldn’t get a single word to form on his lips. The pain he felt from the wolf bite was nothing in comparison to the emotional whirlwind that was raging inside of him. There was disbelief, heartache, and grief all mixed in with each other. He wasn’t sure where one emotion ended and the other began. And yet, on the outside Elijah was quiet, as if thinking on how he should say what was on his mind.

Elijah knew there was nothing he could have done. His vampire abilities couldn’t do anything to prevent it. The speed he had been so used to had been fast enough. The strength he had couldn’t prevent his foes from reaching the one person he swore he would always protect. His blood rendered useless as he tried to heal her.

His heart ached at the thought. How human he felt in that moment. How helpless he had been to stop any of it. He could easily play out every scenario on how he could have done something differently. But nothing his mind conjured up came with a happy ending.

It was as the brothers’ eyes met that Elijah felt the dam within him collapse to pieces and the first set of tears began to fall. Through those tears, Elijah had been able to Klaus’s facial features turn from the smug look he had from victory, to worry for his brother, followed by the realization of what Elijah’s silent actions had meant.

Klaus’s eyes immediately went to the entryway, looking for Y/N. Surely if his brother had returned, she wouldn’t have been too far behind. But even his enhanced hearing couldn’t pick up on her footsteps, nor the familiar sound of her playful laughter he had grown used to after a fight such as this one.

“Tell me Y/N is just out with Freya somewhere.” Klaus said as he shook his head slightly.

Y/N and Klaus had been close friends for several centuries. It was that friendship that had led to the introduction of his best friend and brother. A match made in heaven that couldn’t be separated. And as the years went on, Y/N became his official sister and the three of them had been closer than ever.

Elijah’s head quickly shook at his brother’s words. “We couldn’t save her.” After a short pause he continued. “I couldn’t save her.”

Klaus took in his brother’s words and began shaking his head. “What happened?” He asked through clenched teeth.

“They had wolves on their side.” Elijah looked away from his brother as he began to explain. As he did, he tried keeping his emotions in check. But losing his wife had killed him and the guilt that filled him from not being able to save Y/N had almost suffocated him. “She was fine one moment, taking them down with ease. Freya was prepared to do the spell, until something went wrong. The next time I see Y/N she’s being bitten. Not once, but several times. Seeing her had distracted me. I was bitten as Itried to get to her. By the time I managed to dispose of the wolf, I heard Freya screaming her name.”

Elijah shook his head. The fresh memories are too hard to even put into words. The details that followed, he had still been processing himself. How could one so easily explain the horrific events that he hadn’t been able to stop himself?

Seeing the struggle within his brother, Klaus walked over to Elijah and placed his hands on the sides of Elijah’s neck, for if he could enter his brother’s mind, Elijah wouldn’t have to say a single word. All he would have to do was show Klaus what he saw.

Blood ran down Y/N’s chin and neck from the wolves she had easily killed. She was careful to avoid their bites several times throughout the fight. Y/N had the upper hand with each one that came at her. At least that was until she felt the dart of vervain hit her thigh.

Growing weaker, the wolves had taken advantage. Even though Y/N had fought a few others off, ripping their hearts out in the process, it was the others that bit into her. With Vervain and werewolf venom pumping through her veins, Y/N knew she was running out of time and strength.

“Any day now, Freya!” She called out in between grunts as she killed another.

“Almost there.” Freya called out in return as she kept her eyes on the spell. she just needed a few more moments.

Elijah could hear it in Y/N’s voice that something was wrong. The attention he had on the wolves before him had been lost as he looked over at Y/N and watched as she pulled the dart out of her skin. But the moment she had it free, another had been shot into her back.

“Y/N!” Elijah called, about to make his way over to her when a wolf jumped on Elijah. While Elijah fought it off, it hadn’t been before he had gotten bitten. Once the creature had been lifeless, he had gotten up off of the ground, his eyes searching for Y/N.

He found her standing back up, the dart no longer in her back as a whine from a wolf filled the air. Y/N’s hand had been shoved into the wolf’s chest before pulling it’s heart out quickly. Elijah watched as a smirk began to pull at her lips. At least that was until he watched the look of pain formed on her face.

Her hands automatically went to her chest, attempting to find the source of the pain that radiated through her chest. As she looked down, she saw the protruding sharp end of the stake poking out of her chest. Blood began seeping through the wound and it wasn’t hard to miss on the gray shirt she wore.

“No!” Elijah yelled out the same time as Freya had done the same.

They both hadn’t seen the woman coming up on Y/N, nor did they see the stake she held in her hand. And it wasn’t long after that the woman was gone as well, taking what remained of the pack with her.

Elijah moved quickly to catch Y/N before she fell to the ground. He took her in his arms and the moment he had, Y/N had smiled up at him. There were so many thoughts running through his head in that moment, but nothing wanted to be spoken.

Elijah knew he couldn’t heal her. Not with the way the ashen veins began crawling up her body. She didn’t have the same abilities as he did. For she had been turned a century later and was vulnerable to any wooden stake. There was no way he could save her and he hated himself for it.

His eyes met hers as he shook his thoughts away, wanting to be there for her in her final moments. “Forgive me.” He said as he attempted to keep his emotions in check.

Y/N’s head shook slightly as she looked up at him. She was growing weaker by the second as death claimed her. But she wasn’t going to let Elijah feel like it was his fault. She brought her trembling hand up to his face, a small smile forming once more as he leaned into her touch.

“I love you.” The words had come out as a whisper. But Y/N knew that Elijah had heard them clearly.

She wanted to make sure that if she was going at any second, that those would have been the last thing he heard from her. Not the worry she had felt at the beginning of the ambush. Not the fear that she voiced when Freya’s spell hadn’t been done in time. She wanted and needed him to hear the love she felt for him in her dying voice.

The words had only lingered in the air a split of a second before her hand fell to her side and the ashen grey had overtaken her face.

Klaus pulled his hands away from his brother as he took in the memory. His best friend was gone and just as Elijah had said, there was no way to save her. Even if Elijah had gotten to her moments before he had, there would have been nothing he could have done.

The vervain in her system had left her senses weakend, including her hearing. She was no match for the enemy that snuck up on her. No amount of blood would have stopped death from taking her in the mere seconds it had taken for Elijah to reach her before she took her last breath. Klaus knew that guilt would live within his brother for some time.

It was then that Klaus pulled his brother into a hug. A way to comfort him even though he himself had been in disbelief that Y/N was gone. It was a way for them to rely on each other in a moment of grief. For the person they’ve loved the longest besides family, had been taken away from them.

Tonight, they would grieve.

Tomorrow, they’d take down the enemy together before putting Y/N to rest.

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gaymershigh · 3 years

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I'm so excited to find a blog who actually does Male/Gender Neutral pronouns! My request headcanons where GN!MC badly hurts their ankle during PE so individually Malleus, Vil, Leona, Jade, and Jack carrying them to the infimary. Probably mostly platonic but kinda leaning towards wanting to be more than friends?

I'm a sucker for 'platonic with some romantic elements' type of tropes so this is a big yes for me!

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Malleus, Vil, Leona, Jade, and Jack carrying g/n reader to the infirmary after they severely injured their ankle in PE

He knew that you're reckless and bound to injure yourself in any type of way just from how brave you are from talking to him. You called him "Tsunotarou" and you've now been chatting with him as much as you get the chance to or when he appears outside the Ramshackle dorm. Though he doesn't mind it, he knows that you should be more careful.

So when you injured your ankle, he was only shocked for a mere second. Again, it's supposed to be expected when it comes to people like you but that doesn't make him any less concerned. He ran his way towards you and that enough makes other students feel uneasy. Even if you two are closest of friends, you usually spend time without anyone there to see so you two are a very bizarre combo to the others.

He had asked you if you were ok and if you could walk again. Your ankle was sprained and your denial of being in pain almost fooled him if you didn't wince as soon as you tried to stand up. He was a fae, his ability to handle pain has far surpassed any ordinary human so he wouldn't fully understand but can still recognize that you're in a rather agonizing situation.

Malleus had no choice but to pick you up from the ground, not as he minds it but what he does mind is people not minding their own business and just stared at you two, God bless Mr.Vargas for telling them to resume the activities. There was no use if you're trying to make him put you down or get yourself down by yourself as he was way too strong, even if his grip wasn't tight at the moment.

He actually has no idea what's wrong with you, he doesn't know why you can't stand up on your own so you have to do the talking. The nurse persisted Malleus to go back to his lessons and it irritated him but you also shooed him out and told him to visit later when he's free. Very questionable as to why he's free as PE ended but you couldn't care less. He always visits you every day because of how you always manage to make him happy and his heart flutter and he is not sure as to why.

Vil always has loathed your carelessness. He has pointed it out several times and telling you to be careful but you just couldn't help but get into countless troubles and it's not helping that your best friends are intentionally and unintentionally troublemakers. He never gave up on scolding you for your careless actions as he wants his..friend to improve but it does get tiring getting angry over the same thing over and over again.

So you falling and harming your ankle until you can't even stand up without the feeling to cry was not surprising in the slightest, just like what Malleus felt. He facepalms to your recklessness before walking up to you to ask if you're ok but NOT before scolding you, telling you that your actions have consequences and other junk but you never cared enough to listen.

Once you said that you might have sprained your ankle, he dramatically sighed and called you a fool for that. Since even walking you to the infirmary was already hard for your side, he had no choice but to pick you up and asks you to stop struggling or freaking out so much like you weren't gaining enough attention from injuring yourself.

While he's used to getting attention, he doesn't like the one he's getting right now as this could end up with multiple scandals of you and him maybe dating. While he's not opposed to dating you- wait, what is he saying!? He doesn't like you that way, right? It doesn't matter is what he thought to himself at the moment as the main priority is to get your butt into the infirmary and do a three-hour lecture on why you should be careful as the scolding wasn't enough. He called out the people staring as rude and should mind their own business and to continue their PE lessons.

He got really upset when it was confirmed that your ankle injury was rather severe and not just mild as it would take about four weeks or even more to fully recover. He understood fully and left the premises as he does have a class to attend but worry not, he will visit you any free time he has. If he couldn't visit you, maybe a video call would suffice. While he wouldn't treat you like royalty, he would be softer with you as he slightly pities your condition. As you were discharged and needed to walk with a cast, meaning you will be slower than before, meaning Vil would also slow down his pacing as you are his friend! Yeah, friend..

Your recklessness was annoying but also what makes you interesting in the lion's eye. It was so entertaining to see a creature with sentience to have very little to no sense of danger. While he doesn't like the part where he gets involved but when he isn't and you're just figuring stuff by yourself is such an amazing show he could watch forever. Well, as long as you don't get seriously injured or something because truth to be told, he doesn't want you in any type of physical pain because surprise surprise, you're his pal.

So when something Leona doesn't want to happen to you happened, he mentally groaned in annoyance because he needs to get up from this comfy spot under the tree but he's still worried of course, it's just not obvious at all. People would've thought that he hated you or something when he saw him walking to where you are with a dead cold stare. When he found out that you were your cause of agony, he gave you an "Are you serious" look. He's very disappointed facial expression makes you embarrassed even more now.

He spat out a monotone "you ok" line, you thought that he was a robot for a second. You said yes and he told you to get your ass up from the grass and you obliged but failed to do so. When he saw you winced as you were trying to get your left foot standing, he knew damn well you aren't ok and gets more worried. However, his expression never changed. He sighed one more time before picking and throwing you on his shoulder in one swift. Your struggles are no use as he was stronger than you.

He glared at the people that dared to stare, especially to the ones that were whispering to one another about utter nonsense, aka stupid "are they together?" Rumors. He decided to tell the nurse what's wrong with you but it was worded so bad that you had to do it in the end anyway, making him scoffed like he just didn't say "their ankle broke or something". He refused to return to his class because it's boring but deep inside, it was because he wants to stay by your side for the entire time of your recovery.

Even if you're discharged and able to walk with a walking boot, he still stuck at your side even from afar as he doesn't want to see you do anything stupid and maybe twist your spine as he does not doubt that you're capable of doing so because of how unpredictable you are. And maybe it's also because, from all the time he has spent with you during his visiting times, something about you shined more inside him. Inside where exactly? Inside his heart.

Jade loves this recklessness you hold. It's the reason why you're so unpredictable and he loves that about you. One second you will be the smartest person in the room, the next second you almost fall off from the second floor of the school building because some of your papers were accidentally been blown by the wind. While sometimes it can be quite troubling, most of the time it's enjoyable.

But now is the times where it's not as entertaining. He did the wrong decision of not keeping his eyes off you for more than 20 minutes to focus and trying to hone his flying skills as he heard you wailed in pain somewhere not too far away. He walked his way calmly to the source of your sounds of misery and see you lying on the grass with the broom beside you, absolutely helpless. He chuckled at your deadpanned face before asking if you're ok. Whatever your answer is, he knows damn well you aren't as you were wincing a lot as you were trying your best to get up.

He offers to walk you to the infirmary and you happily oblige. Only like two or three people would stare for a few minutes as walking you there isn't an abnormal situation as they did it before as well for other injured students. Just as soon as you two reached the hallways, where nobody is around to glimpse, he picked your figure up and continue your journey to the infirmary. If you asked him why he's doing this, is because it's faster and convenient to do it this way. Also, your face got so red when he picks you up and he thinks it's adorable, making you even redder.

For real though, seeing you all blushed up is quite endearing, he might tease you even more just to see that red face again. Anyways, he perfectly explained the situation of your ankle with some condescending remarks in it. He's a very busy man so he doesn't have that much time to visit you so he wishes you to discharge as fast as soon as possible so he can see your lovely face as much as usual.

So when you do discharge, he would always accompany you to wherever you're going if he's not doing that already. No matter if you need a cast or not, he would always treat you like a patient or even more, like royalty. He believes that he should make it up for not being able to visit, especially since you're always complaining to him how boring it was staying in the infirmary bed for four weeks. He can even get you red with this little special treatment, so why not go for it? It even secretly makes his heartbeat fast as well.

Jack hates people who do not think before doing their actions and you are no exception. Nobody knows how you guys got to be friends to begin because it feels so impossible. Maybe because you two were paired up for an alchemy class project? But he still sticks with you for more than eight months already. Maybe he likes you? Or he's like your low-key guardian? Yes, the latter is the second but the first one could be a possibility, who knows.

That's why he gets more irritated when your recklessness is the cause of your distress. He could take it as your punishment for being so careless and take this as a lesson but knowing you, that will never happen so that gets him even more irritated. He runs up to you and scolds you for a few minutes about why you should be careful and such, it's surprising how he's so calm despite how many times he has scolded you about the same thing. After that useless scolding, he finally asked if you were alright or not. He scoffed when you lied about your ankle injury and have no choice but to pick you up from the grass.

Why would you even try to make him drop you off? It doesn't matter how much you annoy him on the way to the infirmary. If someone's injured he takes thing seriously, especially if it's his totally platonic mate that was in pain no matter how severe it is. He would get rather defensive and would throw hands with people who are saying things that maybe your relationship is more than friends so, please remind him that you're injured and your health is something he shouldn't be easily distracted and fight people who don't know how to mind their business, even though you might not care for your ankle yourself.

You kinda did not tell him what's wrong with you nor did he even asked in the first place so you'll do the talking. He got pretty surprised when you told the nurse you have an ankle injury, even more, astonished when that it's in a severe category now. He didn't like that you were taking your conditions lightly and joking about it too. He's a good boy, so he would follow the nurse's orders to leave to resume his lessons. Just like Vil and Jade, he wouldn't visit you every day as he still needs to prioritize his school life and such. Though, he might cut a tiny bit of his workout schedule to visit you until you discharge.

So when you do discharge no matter if you need a walking boot or a cast or just nothing, he will keep his eyes on you more frequently as he doesn't want to see you do some dumb stunt and hurt yourself again. He would make your stay in the Savanaclaw areas close to him and let you do whatever you want while he works out. As long as you stay nearby and don't wander off. I repeat, he doesn't want his probably future lifelong mate to have a single scratch on their face.

OMG!!!!! I FINALLY FINISHED A FIC DESPITE GETTING ALWAYS DISTRACTED!!! I'M SOOOOO HAPPY!!!!! 😭💜✨✨

~𝕸𝖎𝖗𝖎

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writteninkat · 3 years

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vi - water is an enemy

word count - 2,506

warnings: drowning, panic attacks

"All I need is to see your face. Feel my blood running, swear the sky's falling."

You bounce your leg excitedly as you look out the window of the bus, unable to contain yourself. Katsuki clicks his tongue beside you, "Calm down, idiot."

"I'm sorry, but I just get so excited when I get to use my quirk." You beam at him and Katsuki has to look away to hide his faint blush, unbeknownst to him that his blush reaches the tips of his ears.

Once he feels like he's calmed down, he turns back to you, scowl evident on his face. His gaze falls on the pink sakura hairpin he gave you yesterday and clenches his jaw when he feels yet another blush coming his way.

Can I calm down for one minute?! He mentally yells at himself before the bus comes to a halt, telling them they've reached their destination. You almost immediately get on your feet, quickly hopping off the bus. You look around you with sparkling eyes, the place where you were going to test out your quirks was definitely huge and impressive.

Mina hooks her arm around you, pulling you closely to her side as you a short hero clad in white and what looks like a space suit stands in front of you and starts talking.

"As you know, my quirk is called black hole. Just like a black hole, I can suck up anything and easily turn it into dust." You raise your brows, impressed by her powerful quirk. "But my quirk can also easily kill others." You feel your body stiffen. Memories of all the quirk trainers your mother hired for you, looking at you with such fearful eyes. They always screamed the same thing before running away, all bloodied and bruised.

"Get away from me you monster!"

A soft hand around your wrist pulls you out of your daze. You look to your right, raising a brow at Katsuki's alarmed state. "The hell are you spacing out for, idiot? Keep your eyes on the villains." He points forward, making you follow his finger.

In front of you, there is a black and purple warp gate and many other individuals who you did not recognize. Their bloodlust confirmed you that they weren't here to help you guys with your quirk training.

Katsuki starts pulling you back and you notice all your other classmates running back to where the gate of the facility is located. Before you could even get to the exit, the dame black and purple warp gate appears in front of you, trapping you all between himself and the villains.

Everything is moving so fast- suddenly Katsuki and Kirishima are jumping towards the villain using their quirks at him before the black and purple matter encases you all. You look around and see nothing but darkness. You feel your chest contract and your body starts to shake.

"/Heroes should not have panic attacks. How do you expect to save others when you'll be the one being saved?/" You can hear his deep voice in your head, you feel like breaking it open to take him out of there.

Tears brim your eyes and before you lose it, you see blue. You feel yourself falling and you look around, seeing Izuku falling into the water as well.

"Izuku!" You yell, catching his attention. "Y/n! I'm fine! Let's just swim to land and we'll regroup there-"

"It's not that!" Your tears blur your vision as your body shakes in fear. "I can't swim-"

The last thing you see is Izuku's expression turn to panic before hitting the water. You blink away your tears, looking up as you extended your arm out, kicking your feet as hard as you can, but to no avail.

Finally, summertime!

You run through your father's yacht, your stuffed bunny in your arm as your giggles fill the halls. Crew members smile and greet you as you pass by them and you do the same thing back.

You reach the back of the boat, eyes looking out at the vast ocean in front of you. You pitter patter your way towards the very back of the boat, watching as many small white bubbles come up as the propellors push the boat forward.

It all happens so fast; one moment you're peering over the edge of the boat to see if you can spot any dolphins, the next the big waves causes the boat to get a little rocky, causing you to fall off.

"Miss Y/n!" You hear one of the crew members shout, the lady with the pretty ponytail. Through the stinging sea water in your eyes as your arms and legs flail around in desperation to not drown.

"Dad-! Daddy!" You call out, choking on the sea water. You can see your father standing at the dock as your mother dives into the water in an attempt to save you as well.

He's just standing there. Arms crossed in front of his chest and an unimpressed scowl on his face. You were drowning, and he was just standing there.

You feel your body sink, water around you as your stuffed bunny floats out of your grasp. Your vision is blurry, your lungs and eyes sting, your body is aching, but modt of all, your heart clenches at the memory of your father doing nothing and instead watches as you drown.

The feeling of a hand wrapping around your wrist before being pulled upwards forces you to stay conscious, but not enough to wake up. You feel that you're no longer in the water and something hard on your back. No, more like, you're on something hard.

Finally, your lungs burn as you cough out water, your body spasming as you let out the water from areas where there shouldn't be water.

The soft feeling of your mother's body holding yours relieves you- she's just fine after diving into the water. You open your eyes, still heaving as you look up. The first thing you see is your father, a look of disgrace in his face ad he looks down on you.

"And you want to be a hero? You can't even swim." He sneers.

"She's still four years old!" You hear your mother yell.

"She's already four years old!"

Your surroundings begin to turn as you feel your eyelids getting heavier. Your mother notices this and starts frantically shaking you to keep you awake, but you can't fight the darkness that envelops your weak body.

"Y/n! Baby!" Your mother's voice sounds muffled, as if she's really far away. "Please wake up! Y/n! Y/n!"

"Y/n wake up!" Izuku's voice pulls you out of the darkness and you sit up immediately, gasping for air. He rubs a hand on your back, helping you calm down as you try and collect yourself.

You look around and see two more of your classmates looking at you worriedly, a girl who you remember is Tsuyu Asui and the little grape boy named Mina? Mint? Menti?

Once you've recollected yourself, you stand up, looking around to see you four standing on a boat. You sigh, of course it's a boat. Of course I almost drowned.

As the three of them discuss the current situation, you look around you, trying to find a way to get back to solid ground. Something catches your eye- in the corner, you see a shark-like fin coming towards you. As you take a better look, you notice that there are several others and that you four are surrounded.

"Asui!"

"Call me Tsu."

"No time for that!" You yell, running back to them. "Use your quirk to wrap your tongue around the boys. Do your best to not let go of them." She immediately does as told. You warp an arm around her waist, jumping as high as you can.

"Are those villains?!" Grape boy yells, pointing at the people in the water. "What's your plan?" Tsuyu asks, to which you ignore. "Do you guys trust me?" You ask and the three of them immediately nod.

"Izu! I'll leave the landing safely on the ground to you!" You yell, throwing them as far as you can towards where solid ground is. Fingerless gloves appear around your hands and you turn your body, fist making contact with the boat's roof first as you punch it down. The boat is pushed down to the ground by your punch, creating a crack.

The water along with the villains all go down like your soap and water in a drain when you take a bath. The entire 'ship-wreck' situation is no more when the water isn't present anymore. You use your speed quirk to quickly make your way to your classmates, worried about whether they landed safely or not.

"Izu!" You yell, smiling when you see all three of them standing and okay. "You guys landed alright?"

The three of them nod and as Tsuyu and grape boy lead the way, Izuku stops you with a grin expression on his face. "What's up?" You ask.

Out of no where, he pulls you into a hug. It feels so warm and genuine, a similar feeling to what your mother gives you. "I'm here for you." He whispers, his arms tightening around you. You smile, hugging him back. "Thank you, Izuku."

The three of you run to where you can hear fighting and see Aizawa battling with the creepy guy with hands all over him. Yours eyes dart to the wound on Aizawa's elbow which makes you question, just what was that villain's quirk?

"You're a little too out of your element here, eraserhead. You're much better working stealthily, you're known for surprise attacks not fighting head to head." The villain speaks up, his voice raspy and creepy but all the more exhilarating.

"Then I should be a good match for you." You speak up, standing and ignoring your classmates' multiple attempts to tell you to stay hidden.

"Y/n what are you doing?! Stay back and let the pros deal with this!" Aizawa yells, ticking you off. Two black daggers with neon blue accents that run down the edges of the blades appear in your hands. "And what do you expect us to do if you die and we're rendered helpless?" You ask, pushing the blade in front of you in a horizontal manner.

"And if you get hurt, what am I supposed to tell your parents?! Just stay back!"

"First of all, correction, parent. Singular. You'll only be speaking with my mom. Second, training to become a hero and getting hurt in the process is all in a day's work!" You activate your speed quirk, making your way to the villains surrounding your teacher.

You swiftly hit them with your blade in their delicate parts; neck, calves, eyes, stomach. They all fall down and you quickly replace your daggers with your usuall claymore, easily slicing the big villain into two. Your large blade hits the ground, creating a crack just the size of your leg as you pant.

"I see. Being this powerful has its downsides as well. You're easily tired, aren't you?" The same creepy villain observes, ticking you off as well. He's smart, he's also very observant. You can clearly see how these guys ended up trespassing to UA without any problems with this guy leading them.

You smile, eyes growing tired as you switch to your defense mode. This is a skill you learned from one of your mother's bodyguards- you shut off your capability of being able to reason in exchange for heightened senses.

You had to have only one goal to be able to use this skill of yours. And you decided that that one goal was to protect your classmates and teacher.

You feel your chest fall as you hear the sound of your teacher grunting in pain behind you. "What do you think of him, eraserhead?" You turn around, eyes widening in horror at the sight of your teacher pinned to the ground by a large thing. Its brain is exposed and it looked horrifying. "He's the bioengineered anti symbol of peace. But you can call him Nomu."

You feel your breakfast that morning slowly rise up to your mouth- your teacher's arm had been twisted in such a wrong way and there's blood all over him.

"Sensei-"

"Stand back. If you want to protect someone, protect your classmates." Aizawa grits through his teeth and your legs function by themselves, quickly jumping to bring you to where your friends were.

Your mind races at the thought of your teacher dying, at the thought that you weren't able to save him. Will you be able to save your classmates to? Are you exactly what he said you were? Weak?

Everything is suddenly moving slowly- you as well. You look to your left, seeing the villain already there beside you with his hand extended to Tsuyu, about to make her crumble with his quirk just like what he did to Aizawa's elbow.

Your heart sinks, you won't be able to live with yourself if you couldn't stop him from reaching Tsuyu. You just can't. Before you can move an inch, the villain stops and turns around, looking at Aizawa. "You really are so cool. Eraserhead." You turn back to see Aizawa using his quirk before his face is pushed back to the ground.

You feel a strong gush of air come from behind you and it takes you a little over a second to see that Izuku used his quirk, throwing his fist at the villain.

The cloud of dust clears up and Izuku looks a little bit too surprised that his arm isn't broken, but the look on his face falls as he looks up and sees the nomu standing in front of him, indifferent to what he had just done.

"You're all pretty strong here, aren't ya?" The villain behind the nomu points out. The bioengineered monster reaches over to grab Izuku, but you push your legs to move, using your claymore to cut its hands off.

"Stay away from my friends you disgusting biohazard!" You yell, gritting your teeth as your hands tighten its grip on your claymore. The sight of its flesh growing back causes you to take a step back.

Before any of you could move, the sound of something breaking catches your attention. You look up at the top of the stairs, your heart swelling when you see a familiar tall blond. Although you know he's weak, you can't help the warm feeling in your chest, a feeling of relief that All Might is here.

Is this how it feels like to have hope? To hope for a hero to save you?

Your body turns into jelly and you fall to your knees, Izuku and Tsuyu immediately supporting you on your sides. With the last bit of strength you have, you lift your head to look at the villain before smiling.

"All Might's here to fuck you up."

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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Hello! I'm new to your blog but I have very much enjoyed your work! Esp your Dabi w Deku's darling series, you write Dabi in a way that makes my heart soft and it's a nice way to see him written. I was curious if you may share headcanons or a drabble following up the last part of their interactions, so further healing of the two of them moving on/coping w their respective past traumas? Maybe even some fluffy romance if possible! Hope this finds you well and best of luck with your writing! 💖💖💖

While I will leave the nature of Dabi and his Not-Darling’s relationship ambiguous, I figured I might as well give him the birthday present he deserves. Here’s a link to the Masterlist for this series, but it’s easier to take fluff for what it is, honestly.

TW: Past Abuse (Physical and Emotional), Guilt Over Abandonment, Panic Attacks, and Mentions of PSTD.

“Do you have a lighter?”

Dabi couldn’t help but chuckle, watching as you sloppily threw together another round of shots with ingredients you had spent far too long looking for. Kurogiri had given up trying to limit the League’s alcohol consumption hours ago, instead turning his attention towards Shigaraki and the boy in pink he was sitting next to, Toga and her own guest having been deemed a lost cause as soon as they noticed an old dartboard hung on the back wall, Twice still attempting to edge his way into their game without ending up on the wrong side of half a dozen knives. “I am the lighter,” He replied, reaching out and letting a small, blue flicker of a flame form in his palm for emphasis. “Don’t say you’re trying to replace me, dollface.”

You pouted, batting his hand away, your elbow throwing a spare bottle of tequila off-balance. Dabi caught it without thinking, only earning another huff and a glare on your part, but the grin tugging at your lips betrayed you. “When you start letting me dip my fingers in your drinks, I’ll let you stick yours in mine.” Again, you ducked down quickly, pawing at something under the counter for a moment before you came back up, a dusty box of matches in hand and a renew glint in your eyes. “Besides, it’s your birthday, you’re not allowed to do any work. It’s, like, birthday law.”

It took him a moment to process what you’d said, no one had mentioned his birthday in years. He might’ve told you the date in passing, but that had to be ages ago, and the fact that you remembered somehow surpassed the shock that he’d forgotten. Still, he tried not to let you see that, only slumping forward and propping himself up on the bar-top. “When you’re seven, maybe,” He countered, trying to steal one of the now-finished B-52s, only to have you move them out of his reach. “What do you want me to do, bring in cupcakes for the class?”

“I want you to relax for once, but cake wouldn’t hurt.” You were only half-focused on him, now, sparking up a match and letting it brush against the drink’s surface, not pulling your hand away fast enough to out-run the combustion. But, much to Dabi’s relief, you shook it off in a few seconds, your fingertips hardly even reddened. He had to remind himself that you were capable, these days. More than he was, at least.

Not that he’d set the bar very high.

“Besides,” You continued, your voice quieter than it’d been before. You didn’t seem reluctant, no traces of hesitation breaching your tone, you were just… quieter. Calmer, in a way that sobered Dabi as much as it sobered you. If only slightly. “You… you made my birthday really nice, after you took me in. I don’t think I told you, but it was the first time I went outside. For more than a few minutes, I mean.”

Dabi didn’t have to think, he knew what you were talking about instantly. It’d been a struggle to get you to do anything on your own, back then. You’d had tears in your eyes as you’d stepped out of his apartment building, and you hadn’t said a damn word the entire day, only clinging to his arm and shaking your head whenever he asked a question, not unlike Shoto on his first day of school. But, he’d been in kindergarten. You’d been in a pervert’s basement. “I can still feel your fucking nails digging into me, sometimes,” Dabi commented, no real force behind the statement. “I’m going to make you take me out somewhere nice one day, to make up for it.”

“Put on a decent shirt first, and we’ll see.” The shot was shoved in front of him unceremoniously, a drop or two spilling over the side in your eagerness. You weren’t trying to stop yourself anymore, laughing at nothing and beaming as he blew it out, his narrowed eyes enough to make what would happen if you sung graphically clear. It was still smoldering as he swallowed it, singing at his throat and leaving a sickeningly sweet aftertaste, but the fruits of your labor went down easily. You seemed content too, slamming your glass back down on the counter, if only to giggle at the sound of wood against metal.

With a sigh, Dabi stretched, leaning back on his stool. “Is that all? I’m an old man now, (Y/n), and I’m not sticking around here long enough to see Spinner fist-fight Handjob in the stockroom. I’m not cleanin’ that shit up unless I get to punch one of the bastards myself, either.”

You groaned, already fed with his social aversion, but your resolve lessened at the threat of more whining. “There’s… there’s one more thing,” You admitted, reaching into your back pocket. He recognized the game advert you’d stolen from Shigaraki last week, but hadn’t expected to see it wrapped around a small, nearly flat container. You weren’t careless with this one, placing it delicately in the hand he offered. Like you were afraid he’d break it just from holding it too tightly. “Happy birthday, Touya.”

He opened it hastily, tearing through the thin paper without reserve. The box underneath was unmarked and unlabelled, and the inside wasn’t much better, just a scrap of paper with a few numbers and a street name messily scrawled across its length. All he could do was glance up at you, expression somewhere between entertained and utterly confused. “What the fuck is this supposed to be?”

“The address to a soba shop down the street, one that stays open until the sun rises.” You shifted awkwardly, clasping your hands in front of you. “It’s where your siblings hold a memorial every year. Just the three of them. I think Rei’s going too, but I’m not sure.” With a sigh, you glanced up, meeting his eyes and steeling yourself, if only to keep from looking away. “I thought you might want to see them.”

He didn’t hesitate, crumpling the note in his hands and letting it fall back into the box, pushing himself to his feet. “I can’t do that.”

“You don’t have to,” You assured, already walking around the bar. He could’ve left, he could’ve ran, but his pulse was suddenly beating in his ears, his heart pounding against his throat, the idea of speaking becoming as impossible as executing any plans he had to flee. A soft touch on his back made him jolt, shoulders squaring into a defensive position, but the look of pure concern etched into your face was enough for a forming attack to dissipate. “I’m not going to make you. I wouldn’t blame you for not wanting to, either.” There was a pause, and you pulled away. Dabi wished he could say how desperately he didn’t want you to. “But, your siblings miss their brother.”

“Fuyumi’d never forgive me.” It wasn’t an opinion, to him, the thought as objective as any other fact. “Natsuo wouldn’t, either. Not a single fucking one of them should. I’d be lucky if Shoto doesn’t arrest me on the spot.”

You shrugged, but you didn’t correct him. “I don’t think you’re right but… neither of us really know, do we? You’ll have to go if you want to find out.”

He didn’t respond, and you lowered your head, taking his silence as a signal to leave him alone. It hurt, seeing you walk away, a thousand pins and needles driving themselves into his lungs, something as simple as taking in air becoming an act of resistance. It felt like he was trying to inhale smoke, like everything around him was ash and debris and crumbling, and he was stuck in the middle of it, and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. As helpless and as weak as he was back then.

But, there was something he could do, even if it limited the damage. One thing that was within his reach, or… half a block away, rather.

He caught your hand tentatively, stumbling forward to reach you. He could hear the others muttering, whispering amongst themselves, but he didn’t care, focusing on what was in front of him as you stared over your shoulder. It took another hitched stutter before he could spit something coherent out, but you waited patiently. He wondered if he’d ever be able to tell you how much he appreciated that. “I’m not embarrassing myself alone, idiot.”

For a moment, he thought you would be the one to break down, your eyes fogging over as you brought up your free hand to rub at them. But, he was able to let go of the breath he’d been holding in as you smiled, then laughed, intertwining your fingers with his as tears began to flow openly. He couldn’t tell whose they were, at this point.

He knew he was smiling, though, and he knew he couldn’t stop as you started to tug him towards the door.

“I don’t know why I ever expected you to.”

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bearandbirdfan · 4 years

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Chapter 3 | Gravity's Heartbeat

Fandom: My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia

Pairing: IzuOcha (Izuku Midoriya x Ochako Uraraka)

Genre: Angst, Canon-Divergent

Rating: T (Language, Violence, Angst)

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Ten Days Earlier, Deku's POV

Izuku could hear the commotion nearby. He went to get a closer look and what he saw turned the expression on his face into that of shock and terror.

There, on the ground, he could see Ochako Uraraka, his friend at U.A., writhing on the ground and gasping, her chest rising and falling erratically. One of the people nearby was already calling an ambulance. The green-haired boy ran to Ochako's side almost immediately.

"Hey. Ochako. What's wrong?" Izuku said in a very worried tone. The girl looked like she was on the verge of convulsing. Her hands were scratching her chest as she gasped for what little her lungs could take in. And her eyes. They were rolling upward to the back of her head. A concerned Izuku, worried for Ochako's health, leaned closer to her and placed his ear on her chest.

There, he could hear it. Ochako's heart. It was practically bursting, pumping dangerously fast. Too fast for the poor organ to handle. Izuku's worry turned into horror when Ochako's heart ceased and her body went limp. "N-No," he muttered as he immediately began pumping the center of her chest. Probably a good thing that the U.A. staff were kind enough to teach the Class 1-A students basic first aid skills like CPR.

"Don't die on me, Ochako! Don't you dare die on me!" Midoriya said tearfully, trying to keep it together. Stopping now wasn't an option. She had to live. She had to come back. "Wake up, Ochako! Please! Please wake up!" He continued to give compressions to Ochako as the sounds of ambulance sirens began to draw nearer and nearer.

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En Route to Hosu General Hospital

"Just hang in there, Ochako. You're going to be ok," cried a tear-filled Midoriya. The paramedics were just barely able to stabilize Ochako's heartbeat. The beeping from the heart monitor connected to her was slow so the chances of her heart stopping again were high.

Izuku was shaken by the experience. His closest friend was nearing death's door and, in all likelihood, still is. Something had to have been wrong with her, but wha-?

His train of thought was cut short by the long, high pitched beep that was now piercing his ears.

"She's gone into cardiac arrest! We're losing her!" One of the nurses shouted as the paramedics immediately rushed to restabilize Ochako. Panic immediately began to flood Izuku's mind. "Nonononono," he thought to himself as the equally panicked medical staff used the defibrillators on Ochako. "Clear!" Izuku watched as the paramedics give Ochako shock after shock from the defibrillators. Whatever it was that Uraraka was suffering from, it was the first time he felt helpless to stop it.

"Shock her again! Clear!"

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Later...

Izuku waited at least a couple days for Ochako to wake up. And when she did, he couldn't help but hold her close to him. "Uraraka!" He cried out. Ochako tried her best to comfort her friend and to let him know that, for the moment at least, she was still here with him.

"Oh thank God. I was so worried," Izuku cried, trying to wipe the tears from his face. "Shh. Hey. I'm alright, Deku," Ochako said, trying to comfort and reassure her best friend. After a few minutes, they broke off the hug and stared at each other.

"Are you okay? What happened?" Deku asked, an assortment of questions taking up space in his mind. "I wish I knew," Ochako answered honestly. She didn't exactly have all the answers. All she knew at that point was that she collapsed while she was out jogging. She didn't even know about her condition until much later.

"I was just out exercising and all of a sudden...here I am, on a hospital bed," she tells him. "The doctors filled me in on the rest. What they do know, at least." Midoriya was understandably worried about Ochako's health. Part of him wishes he had shown up earlier. "I...I'm so sorry, Uraraka," he says. "If I had shown sooner, I could have..."

"Hey. It wasn't your fault, Deku," Uraraka says, trying to reassure him. "You did what you could. It was pretty much out of anyone's control." It really was. No one could have known that this would happen. Still, Deku was reassured by her words. It really was nobody's fault for things happening the way they are.

"I probably get going," Izuku says. "Mom's probably wondering where I've been." As he leaves, he is stopped by Ochako's voice. "Hey, Deku," she says. "Yeah?" Midoriya replied. Her response was rather simple: "Thank you...for trying to save my life." Deku smiled, happy that she was safe...or so he thought.

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Present Day, Ochako's POV

It was almost surreal for Ochako to be stepping back into U.A., especially in her current condition. It was a rather terrifying prospect to say the least. She knew all too well that she was potentially walking into what could be her final resting place. Still, she tried her best to put on a brave face.

As she made her way to the entrance of U.A., she tripped and started plummeting to the ground...only to be met with a familiar arm catching her, breaking her fall. "Gotcha," said the all too familiar voice of Izuku Midoriya. "Deku?" Uraraka said as Midoriya helps her regain her balance.

"You really need to watch your step, Uraraka," he says to her. The boy's kindness perplexed Ochako. He always looked out for her much like she looked out for him. Ever since he kept her safe during the entrance exam.

After a few moments of silence, Izuku spoke. "You alright, Uraraka?" He asked. "Yeah. I'm fine," Ochako replied. Except it wasn't true. She was not fine. Far from it. She didn't want Deku or the other students to suspect that something may be wrong with her. Which there was. She didn't want to worry.

"It's good to see you again, Uraraka," Midoriya said, a smile of relief showing on his face. "Me, Iida, Asui, Ashido, we all missed you." That much she had figured. They certainly missed her as much as, if not more than, Deku did. She missed them too. She wanted to see them again. "Well. See you in class," Izuku exclaimed, running towards the entrance.

Ochako followed suit, moving forward to the entrance...and towards an uncertain future.

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liljungie · 4 years

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Young Blood | Mafia AU

▸Pairing : Jimin ↮ Reader ↮ Taehyung.

▸ ！warnings ！= agnst × future smut × verbal abuse / guns and blood and violence × crime × mafia and all what comes with it.

▸Word count: 4k

▸Part one ❝ Past Phase ❞ | Part two : ❝ Mission A23 ❞

▸Masterlist

A/N: I am SO sorry for being m.i.a for the past month, I had my finals and I got sick and been through a lot but yea I'm back!! Also I'm sorry for any mistakes in this part!

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The drive to the warehouse felt like it took forever with your heart acting the way it did you were positive that you're going to die before you got there because of how fast it was beating.

You were nervous and a bit scared because you knew what was awaiting you, as much as you loved vivian no good news ever came out of her lips, maybe honesty was what you needed especially if it has to do with your daughter. You tried telling yourself. But nothing seems to work when you were trying to calm yourself it only made you more anxious.

You parked the car a few meters away from the warehouse gate as you waited patiently for vivian to walk out, you checked your phone for messages but you only got a text from jimin a few minutes ago updating you on Luna. you typed a quick reply before your screen turned dark and taehyung's name flashed bright. Signaling that he's calling you.

You could feel your body set on fire as panic rush through your vains, you threw your phone on the back seat it kept vibrating in your palms or started to feel heavy or maybe that was the panic attack that you were about to have.

You looked outside terrified that he might be lurking in the woods around you or he could see you from inside his office in the warehouse, you couldn't call Vivian to tell her to rush because taehyung was blowing up your phone. You bite your lip for what's about to come.

And knowing taehyung you were in deep shit.

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"I'm sorry! Cracking the code took longer than it should" vivian smiled at you warmly before she took you in for a long awaited embrace.

She laughed lightly against your head "I missed you V!" You tell her as you pull away "hurry drive away!" She exclaimed and that you did speeding far away from the warehouse...

"Do you want to tell me what's going on?" You begin to say after you passed the warehouse she sighs clearing her throat before speaking "I'll tell you everything once we're home" you turn and look at her "you have a home? What happened to your roommate?" You ask her with a confused gaze.

"Well I dated said roommate..." she tells you and you gasp, you loved them together and suspected that there's a relationship between them but never asked. "but you know how my job is and I didn't want to risk it so I-" she looks away from you as you keep glancing at her from the rare view mirror your eyes go wide "don't tell me you kil-" vivian cuts you off "no!" She said loudly "no I broke up with her and moved out" she says swolling the lump in her throat.

"I'm sorry about that v.. I didn't know" you smile sympathetically at your best friend and she returns the smile "______ she loved me and I broke her..."

You sigh, funny how you too broke someone for their safety but ended up questioning if it was worth it for the rest of your life..

"You did the right thing" you didn't know if you were telling that to her or yourself "she can't know or get involved it's dangerous" you tell her softly referring to her job in the mafia.

"I had a thousand others way to leave her but I chose the worst way out" she spoke in a tone where it felt like she was scolding herself "I made jimin pretend to be my boyfriend so I can convince her that I wasn't into girl- her anymore"

Jealousy crept up on you slowly feeling like you have been splashed with gasoline and burning up, you knew how jimin had a soft spot for his friends and always up for help no matter the cost, in the past you hated this trait of his but it made him who he is and you couldn't help but love him even more for it.

"So...what did he do?" You bite your lip anticipating the dreadful answer. But apart of you didn't want to imagine vivian and jimin together. "he pretended to be my boyfriend- I broke her in two...the look on her face will haunt me forever" vivian looked away as you sigh remembering the look on jimin's face when he saw you walking out of taehyung's office half naked. "you know it's for the best...she's safe now at least" you tried to cheer her up and it looks like your words soothed that ache but very slightly.

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You and vivian settled to go to your favourite spot instead of her home, besides you both needed a little getaway.

You were both finally at the top of the mountain. You parked the car further away so you can get a bit if fresh air, you have been cooped up in the car for a good while.

you and vivian walked side by side arms locked as you were talking about new things she bought.

She rubbed your arm soothingly "I want you to not lose your cool okay? You need to hear me til the end" she starts looking at you with worried eyes.

You take a deep breath and nod as you face her, the wind around you picks up making your hair fly around "tell me I can't take it longer"

"Mr.kim has been visiting taehyung twice a week.. I couldn't hear much but yesterday I heard just about enough to alert you.." she looks away from your eyes and your eyebrows furrow with worry "and?" You ask searching for a glimpse of good news in her features but it looks...bad.

"Mr.Kim wants to take Luna from you and taehyung"

"What?!" Disbelief hit you like a brick. it felt like every blood vessel stood frozen in your vains not able to process the words you just heard. "Taehyung is Fighting back but he can only do so much because Mr.kim is still his father after all" vivian tells you with a hint of sympathy for taehyung.

"I don't get it why does he want Luna?" You feel your knees weaken so you take a seat on the rocks that were beside your feet, you feel the world collapsing all around you the moment you sit down.

"I don't know....he-he talked about making her the new weapon and that her being spoiled won't be useful to the mafia- " you interrupt "who is he to get to say that about my daughter?! What fucking weapon?" You yell frustrated feeling the very last bit of patience run out "what did taehyung say back?!" You ask your heart hammering against your ribcage. Did he fight back at all?

"I'm not telling you this so you freak out______! I'm telling you this so you be careful of your next steps! and that you protect Luna! Mr.kim is going to take her and raise her somewhere that not even his own son knows about as if right now he's asking taehyung to give him Luna willingly and taehyung is doing all he can to deny him but I'm not sure how much patience mr.kim has left so ______ you must do something!" Vivian falls to her knees infront of you as you weep softly.

You really could lose your daughter, she would be gone without a trace the thought alone made you tremble.

"What if taehyung is in on it what if he takes our daughter just to please his father!" You cry and vivian shakes her head as she holds your hands in your lap "he's not ______! god if you can only hear how angry he was at his own father! he loves Luna too much to give her away ...I even think he loves you because I heard him yell after he kicked mr.kim out of his office that he'll hunt down whoever comes for you or Luna"

Your eyes widen, taehyung kicked out his dad? Vivian picked up on your shocked expression and nodded "yes he did, he couldn't tolerate him I guess"

You look up at her sniffling "really?" Vivian smiles "Taehyung is with you not against you" you shake your head "I don't know V, he was once my boss I just can't see him being good towards me or that he cares about me I just can't-" you wip away your nose and the tears that fell helplessly from your red eyes as you stand up dusting your jeans looking away from her eyes.

You hated feeling helpless you hated crying and you hated that you didn't know what to do next.

"Taehyung is difficult but Luna is his baby...his own blood! I don't think he'll ever give her away" vivian replies back trying to ease your worries but you can't be calmed you feel the adrenaline pick up and your mind won't stop racing with thoughts, bad dark twisted thoughts.

"I'm not saying this because I'm his right hand but taehyung is doing so much to prevent you and his daughter from getting hurt" you turn around to face her once again, you stayed quiet not knowing what to say, your tounge was tied you couldn't speak even if you wanted to " you never realized it or took it into consideration" vivian smiled sympathetically at you "just give him time and he'll show you" she hugs you. You let out a deep breath hugging her back.

You closed your eyes as you remember vividly the first time taehyung started to "protect" you...

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It was a cold January afternoon as taehyung passed back and forth behind his desk his hands on top of each other at the small of his back. Overthinking and trying to come up with ways to prevent you from being exposed to this side of the world again.

A knock sounded at the door "come in" he said loud enough for the people he called over to enter. he heard the footsteps stop near the two chair on each side of his desk he cleared his throat "I want _____ traces to disappear I want you both to make it look like she vanished of the face of this earth do you understand?" Taehyung firmly spoke, his back facing them. He was watching the supply truck unload and he was hiding his nervous state.

"Yes sir!" Vivian nodded quickly. she heard silence on her right side where jimin stood

she turned and nudged him to speak up. he rolled his eyes "we're on it" he finally said ready to turn on his heels and be out of taehyung's office.

Taehyung let out a sigh "You may leave hitman..." he ordered making jimin raise his eyebrows, he couldn't help but send dragers his way. taehyung spoke again "vivian please take a seat" he said while turning his chair over and sitting on it.

Vivian gulped as jimin snickered and took off to start on his mission as the office door closed shut. taehyung turned with his chair to face vivian he sent her a warm smile, oddly she returned it but it felt unsure and forced "you're her best friend so I want you to know if her pregnancy is troubling her...she refuse to visit the doctors but I just want to make sure she and my baby are okay" he spoke rubbing his hands together nervously. Vivian was...shocked bureau happy that taehyung isn't as cold as he pretends to be.

You denied visiting the hospital at the early stages of your pregnancy, where most people were worried about their pregnancy but you; you just couldn't stand the thought of going to the doctors with taehyung. Not only you had a phobia from hospitals but you also had a semi phobia of taehyung himself. So you rejected him every time he offered to take you to check on the baby.

"I don't think she's in any pain sir I just saw her enter the training room-" vivian informs him speaking with a wary tone, obviously she was aware of the reason why you didn't want to go to the doctors but she can't possibly tell taehyung, at her words his eyes widen with rage "training room!? She'll get hurt!" He immediately stood up from his leather chair to dial a number on his phone the minute he place the phone to his ear the other line answered "kick _____ out of the training room!- tell her I said so" and with that he slammed the phone on the table.

He let out a loud sigh, rubbing his face. frustration and annoyance were drawn on his features the air turned tense and vivian felt so awkward. knowing you you'll lecture her about saying anything to taehyung so she immediately tried to come up with something to cover up your tracks.

"Sir ______ is perfectly okay! I don't see why you had to-" her voice came to a halt when you barged into the office, your eyes if they could, they would have burned the whole building down.

"What the fuck taehyung!" You yelled, you were sweaty and your belly was poking out of your crop top, you glare "I have a mission with jimin in a couple of hours I need to train!" You exclaim.

"No you don't ______ because you're fired!" Taehyung replied back angrily, why couldn't you just understand him and where he's coming from and why he's doing what he's doing, he couldn't tell you so why didn't you pick up on it. It frustrated him. But between him and himself he hated arguing with you.

"What!" You screamed "I'm going weather you like it or not!" You said with a sarcastic smile, he can see how the anger was eating you but he just couldn't risk it, he can't lose you or your baby, right now you were testing him and his patience and that he abouslouty couldn't endure. He stood up from his chair slamming his fists on his desk.

"You're not going and that's final!" He yelled you flinched then huffed in annoyance as you turned on your heels. slamming the door shut loudly behind you.

Vivian shifted in her seat feeling extremely awkward after witnessing your argument with taehyung, no matter how many times she was here when you fought with taehyung and heard it all she still felt extremely uncomfortable. She blames herself for the argument that just happened. And wished she left with jimin or told taehyung she needed the bathroom or something.

Taehyung let out a loud sigh falling back on his chair rubbing his face "have I done the wrong thing?" He asks, vivian didn't know if he was asking her or himself but regardless she cleared her throat "the A23 mission is important and jimin alone won't survive it" she informed taehyung.

Since she was responsible for hacking. the building that was supposed to be ambushed by you and jimin was preoccupied with a lot of the enemy gang members. It would be impossible on jimin to attack alone.

"_____ is in no position to go through with it so jimin has to do for this mission I'll find him a new partner soon...you're excused" taehyung said without giving the mission another spare thought vivian knew taehyung didn't understand how difficult it would be for jimin to go alone.

"But sir the mission- jimin can't go-" she tried to say feeling panicked. "I said he can do it are you questioning my orders?!" Taehyung said abruptly glaring her. vivian flinched as her head hanged low with sadness "no sir" she softly said making her way to the office door closing it shut behind her.

Vivian walked out of the office feeling the fear overflowing she made her way towards jimin to warn him.

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You were in a trance while you drove back to the city, so many emotions took over your mind you couldn't separate your thoughts.

You felt so lost wondering what and how and when, the only thing that was on your mind is your innocent child being torn apart from you into this underground world, you can't help but think of the worst out comes.

Should you talk about it with taehyung? Or should you just run away with her? How far will you go? How far enough do you think taehyung will let you get away?

A loud honk broke you out of your dazed state making you make a sudden turn hitting the breaks of your car suddenly as you jolted from your seat, your head almost hit the glass of the windshield.

You heard the driver of the truck yell incoherent words at you while driving past your car, you let out a loud sigh tucking your hair behind your ears.

You knew overthinking it while you were driving will get you nowhere. so you took deep breaths and turned on the radio to distract you until you got to jimin's apartment. Then you'll think about it however long you wanted.

Focusing on the lyrics of the song that was playing you began to drive carefully.

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You knocked lightly on the hardwood door then moved a bit back waiting for the door to swing open you heard footsteps on the other side and soon enough the door creeks open, jimin's head poked from the side of the door then he smiled warmly when his eyes met yours. opening the door wider stepping aside to let you in.

He placed his pointer finger on his lips "Luna is sleeping" he whispered as you tiptoed inside nodding, you glanced at her briefly then you turned to jimin. the way he was looking at you made your heart flutter inside your chest and you couldn't help but let the feelings you kept grounded out.

You were trying to think of the right words to say as you take off your coat and hang it beside jimin's "thank you for...babysitting her I hope she wasn't a bother" you speak gently he chuckles "never..." he glanced at his arm making your eyes travel to where he was looking at. you giggle when you see colors covering his skin and scribbles "I'm sure she'll be a great artist one day" he jokes as you cover your mouth to suppress your giggles.You spot the wetwipes on the top shelf and make your way towards it then you turn around and walk towards jimin.

Your chests almost touch and you feel the giggles and laughs die down as you examine his arm, the colors were out of the tattoo lines and she littered smiley faces in the empty spots on jimin's arm you couldn't help but smile as you looked over at his arm.

He smiled warmly before he remembered her words 'daddy makes mommy cry' he cleared his throat "she told me..." you look up confused "Luna told me about Taehyung.." you sigh and look away as you start to wip his arm "jimin please don't-" "why are you still with him?!" He asks clearly he has had enough of hiding his emotions and had enough of you sticking around with someone else "because Luna deserves to be happy and taehyung makes her happy" you look up at him and you could see just how angry his eyes were you look away "and you don't?" He asks after a few seconds you stare at him "I'll never be happy...the things I've done...I'll never forgive myself-" you murmur he placed his thumb under your chin lifting your face up "it's in the past _____ it's over and they were bad men they deserved to die if they stayed alive they could have killed innocent people" you shake your head as tears fall from your eyes "we're just as guilty!" You whisper he sighs his hands were placed on your upper arms soothingly rubbing them up and down to calm you down "that doesn't matter now...what matters...to me- is to see you happy"

You look up at him and you can see the tears that he held in his eyes "I am happy as long as you're around" you tell him not caring about the boundaries you two had not giving a fuck that you were married to another man you were in love with jimin, you will always love jimin.

He creased your cheeks with his thumb and leaned forward placing a kiss on your forehead his lips lingered a minute too long before he pulled away, the heat of the moment made you shake nervously, the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy and you couldn't help the smile that broke out on your face. trembling you moved backwards afraid that you won't be able to control yourself if you stayed infront of him like this "it's- it's not coming off" you mutter gesturing towards the colors on his skin.

He laughs "I know, I bought a soap that takes it off it's in the bathroom" he turned around making his way towards the bathroom you followed him closely behind. "I knew how much Luna loves to color in my tattoos so I bought it just in case she comes over" he laughs. His ears turned red feeling slightly embarrassed.

You smile at the thought of him thinking of your daughter while he was grocery shopping alone and buying a soap specifically for when she wants to color his tattoos. Things like this made jimin a much better father figure than taehyung you shake your head at the thought, even though it felt nice but why do you think of jimin like that?

He pulls out the can of soap from the cupboard that was underneath the sink he winks at you before taking off his shirt you gasp when you see she also colored the angle wings tattoo he had on his back "you let her have her way with you too easily don't you?" You laugh shaking your head "how can I not when she has your eyes" he murmurs as the blush on your cheeks creep up turning them into a rosy color.

You squeeze some of the soap onto the towel that was hanging on the side of the sink then you start to scrub his arm, the colors run down with the soap in the sink.

your legs were starting to hurt from standing for too long he sees how you shift your weight from one leg to another so he pulls you by your waist and lifts you up on the counter. you yelped when you felt his warm palms on your waist lifting you up until your bum was on the countertop.

"That's better" he smiles moving the strands of your hair that had fallen on your face behind your ear, your face felt too hot and your heart was hammering against your ribcage. You used all your might to not wrapp your legs around his waist and let him have his way with you however he wanted. you didn't know that he is thinking of the same thing.

You look away from his piercing stare. drifting your attention to his arm as you moved further down, in the corner of your eye you saw a scar on his hip. you look up at him because you knew he was staring at your every move, with a confused gaze "where did you get this from?" You ask as your finger carefully grazes it. He looks at it the he sighs "Mission A23" he replies softly looking away from you "they outnumbered me" your head hangs low with sadness you can't imagine how he must have felt going alone. If you went with him he wouldn't have been hurt.

And the fact that taehyung probably hid the news of him getting hurt from you and probably ordered everyone to keep their mouth shut about the mission made your blood boil.

You felt this fire crawl up your body, your throat tightened "I'm so sorry" the tone of your voice made it clear that you were trying to suppress your tears, in that moment the hatred you had for taehyung rose up to the surface leaving a bitter taste in your mouth as regret consumes you, if you only fought taehyung and went with jimin he wouldn't have been hurt.

Jimin looks at you with admiration and runs his fingers through your hair he hears your sniffles at that he chuckles. You still cared about him? He lifts your head up gently making you look deeply into his eyes "I'm okay...it's alright" he reassures you but that only makes you break down more.

You just couldn't handle the weight of it all, living with taehyung and taehyung's father wanting to take your daughter and the fear of being caught by another mafia, everything you were pushing away started to pour out you felt so overwhelmed, you curled up on the counter and started to sob.

Jimin felt confused and concerned but moved quickly to shut the bathroom door so Luna doesn't wake up.

"______ what's wrong? You're freaking the hell out of me!" Jimin says in frustration looking at your figure curled up. the sound of your cries was agonizing.

"It hurts!...make it stop-please I can't do this anymore-" he pulls you towards him by your thighs. burying your head in his chest, he feels you shake against him as he hush your cries while he rubs your back "talk to me...tell me what's wrong" his heat was breaking he hated seeing you cry.

You don't speak for awhile you just cry against his chest. your arms wrapped around his waist hanging onto him for dear life. You felt like if you let go of him he'd vanish. it was only a few minutes before you found the strength to speak again "Taehyung" was the only word you could say, you lost all of your energy with the tears that fell.

You sigh and pull away jimin turns on the water faucets wiping your face with the lukewarm water gently. he nods for you to continue."they want to take Luna from me..." you cried. Jimin froze in his place your words seemed to have broken something in him because his eyes turned colder, angerer.

So the rumors were true?

"what the fuck are they on to now?" He tugs on his hair pacing in front of you as you wip your face with the end of the towel you used minutes ago. You look at him and he looks so livid.

He looks at you briefly then looks away. biting his lip as silence takes over the small bathroom both of you had no idea what to say he slides down the titled wall and you lean against the wall behind you.closing your eyes, your eyelids felt so heavy from sobbing earlier, vivian's words never left your mind they played over and over again like a broken record.

It felt suffocating not being able to know what to do, because your fear of taehyung was far more worse than what his dad is capable of doing, even though he threatens to take Luna away taehyung won't let him get far or anywhere near her at all.

Or so that was what your mind was trying to believe because you have no idea what you're going to do.

You glance down at jimin, he looks deep in his thoughts, concerned you decided to break the silence "penny for your thoughts?" your voice sounded horse and barely audible.

He looks up at you licking his lips before looking away from your eyes again "you won't like it" your eyebrows furrow as you hop off the counter sitting down in front of him placing your hands on top of his "try me" you couldn't say that with your whole chest you were still uneasy about what he might suggest "let's take Luna and runaway" he tells you.

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imarriedyourwifegoatman · 5 years

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Loud {Asra x FemReader}

Wordcount: 2.6k

🔞🔞🔞This is mature content read at your own risk I wont be the reason you cant think right after this IT IS MATURE READ AT OWN RISK ~~Mod Dill UwU 🔞🔞🔞

You're currently in your shared bed with your master Asra, thinking about what you should probably have for breakfast. Getting up and looking outside the window, you change your mind and agreeing brunch is now your priority for right now until you hear a familiar voice coming from the shop downstairs.

"Y/n, Y/n!" Your master Asra called out for you "Friend!" You hear his companion Faust and decided to get up.

Walking downstairs, you think about what you're going to eat. Eventually you make it downstairs, and there, standing in the doorway of the shop, you see nobody other than Asra, Faust hanging from his arm.

"Y/N!" Faust slithers from Asra’s arm to your shoulder.

"Good morning Faust." You smile as she makes her way down back to Asra.

"Good morning? More like afternoon, you've been sleeping all day." He confronted you. "Hurry and get dressed, we have to go to the marketplace."

You nod and race back upstairs to get dressed and wash up. You eventually make it back downstairs and see Asra drinking tea and Faust laying down on the table.

"Finally ready? Let's go." Asra stands. "Okay master," you reply.

Asra stops in his tracks looking at you a little uncomfortable, maybe he’s upset.

‘Did I say something wrong? What did I do? Maybe he doesn’t want me to go—’

He sighs, bringing you out of your thoughts. "Hey y/n,” He starts, “could you not call me master anymore? We've known each other for a very long time you don’t have to rea-"

"Yup! No problem! Sorry, I'll stop it's just I umm i-i, LETS GO!" You cut him off and run out the door.

He eventually catches up to you and you apologize to him. The two of you share laughs all the way to the marketplace. Watching him laugh and seeing his dimples make you blush a light tint of red.

Asra is the only thing you want right now, and walking right beside him made you realize even more. You don't want him just kissing your hands, forehead, and cheeks; you want to feel his lips on yours, like he’s the missing puzzle piece that will complete you. You haven't realized how long you were staring at him but you snapped back to reality and blinked a couple of times.

"Enjoying the view Y/n." Asra nudged you and laughed.

Your face is now completely lit up with a bright read your ears feel like they're going to explode. You feel completely burned up and embarrassed. You quickly turn away from him in denial that you actually stared at him for a long period of time.

"I'm sorry.." You sigh in response not knowing what to say or do so you keep your head down not wanting to cause any problems.

You guys eventually make it to the marketplace.

"Smell that Y/n? Fresh pumpkin bread. I bet you're starving." He wasn’t wrong; you hadn’t eaten since yesterday, and pumpkin bread doesn't seem half bad.

You nod in response, your cheeks still painted with a tint of red. While watching him pay and spark up conversation, you see Faust slither down his leg and towards you.

"No Sad!" She noticed that you weren't looking like you usually do, so you thought to yourself..

'I trust her enough to tell her. She won't tell Asra, she can keep a secret'

"Hey Faust, can I tell you a secret?" you ask her in a hushed voice, and out of curiosity she responds with "Like Asra!"

Your mouth drops as she already knew that you've developed feelings for your partner, the person who taught you all you knew about magic.

"How did you know I ummm.." your whisper turned into mouthing "'liked Asra'."

It took a few tries to mouth it until faust shook her head and said "I Didnt!" she slithers back onto Asras shoulder.

You get antsy looking over at Faust, then up a bit and see Asra, just looking at him puts you in a whole other universe wishing it can just be you two alone just being together. Cuddling with him just seems like a dream come true. You see him start to turn back to you, but before he can catch you day dreaming you finally snap out of it and turn around and look up spotting a bird flying above your head.

"That's cool." You say to yourself.

"What is?" Catching you off guard again was no one other than Asra, staring with a smug look on his face.

"Oh uhh," Quickly trying to think of something, you blurt out the first that that comes to mind. “That bird has wings.” ‘Idiot!’ Immediately regretting what you just said, you put your head down and trying to look at Asra in the corner of your eye to only see him smiling in delight.

"Excellent observation. Such veryyyy rare things to spot on a bird, good job Y/n.” He chuckles teasingly. “Let's hurry and take the bread back to the shop before it gets cold." You get up from the table you sat at kinda confused since you guys always sit and stay around. Buy you just shrug it off and follow him back to the shop.

Once you arrive, you hurry up snatch a piece of bread. Not eating all day wasn’t the best idea because now your stomach wouldn’t shut up. The piece of pumpkin bread given to you was a generous amount and you completely devoured it like a lion who hadn’t eaten in 3 days. Looking over at Asra you notice how he didn’t eat any bread yet.

"Are you not hungry Asra?." You ask while he pulls another one of his smug smiles. "Kinda but Faust told me a little small secret of yours."

You immediately regret telling Faust but you couldn't stay mad at her being that she was also your friend, all you can do is hope that she didnt actually tell Asra that you developed deep feelings for him.

"I am ver-." You immediately got cut off by the feel of Asra’s lips against yours. At first, it shocked you but you soon melted into the kiss. One of his hands found it's way around your waist and the other one on the back of your neck, pulling you forward and deepening the kiss. He only pulled away to catch his breath.

"Asra..." Your voice comes out raspy, but as soon as you caught your breath, Asra dived back in, lips moving in sync. He licked the bottom of your lip to enter and you opened your mouth letting out a muffled squeal as his tongue explored your mouth. He soon trailed all the way down to your neck to make his work but stopped.

"I-Is it okay if i-?" He trailed off, looking up for confirmation. You only nod in response, lost for words.

It was like he was confused at first where to start, but soon started attacking your neck with expert skill. At first it was small kisses and pecks, but turned into sucking and biting until he was satisfied on marking you. While he was working on you, you started to try and remove his shawl, but he insisted to keep it on.

He picked you up and told Faust "Sorry for that Faust. If we get too loud, you have permission to go to the castle for a while." And saying that he carried you bridal style up the stairs and dropped you on the bed.

"If we get too loud? What are you planning on doing to me..?" You teasingly ask him out of curiosity "I mean I won't mind whatever you want to do."

Asra only laughs in response. You look into his eyes they're clouded, full of lust and you couldn't help yourself and pulled him towards you and you flip asra so you're on top of him and straddle him.

You've never done anything like this before, as far as you can remember, and you didn't know what you're doing, but you didn’t want to seem helpless and have Asra do everything. So you do the opposite that comes to your mind, and start grinding your hips down against his.

He looks at you completely puzzled but his confused face turned into his famous smug and bucks up his hips to find friction. You gasp in response, causing Asra to smirk as he did it again. Slowly, he trailed his hand down your body, and in between your legs, rubbing at your clothed core.

A moan erupts from your lips, back arching up into him. You pull him down into a kiss, moving your hands to tug at his shirt, signaling you desperately needed to go further.

He complies and removes his shirt slowly, teasing you as he does so. Silently snickering a bit, he finally finishes and looks at you with pure lust, and post-haste attack’s your neck, nipping at every inch of skin he can. By the time he’s done, your neck and collarbone are littered with purple and red bruises against your abused skin.

"This isn’t very fair, Y/N. I’m half naked, and you’re still fully clothed.~" He suggests "Mmm maybe I should..." He tugs at the sleeve of your shirt, making you blush.

You remove your top just bashfully, hoping that he doesn’t judge you in any way. He gets eager enough to take off your clothes himself very fast, like an impatient child wanting a piece of candy.

He eventually manages to strip you from the very tattered up pants.

Asra looks down at your nearly naked body, his gaze not wavering. You squirm underneath him, worried that he doesn’t like what he sees, until you hear his say, no louder than a whisper: “You look absolutely stunning.”

He unhooks your bra and pulls down the straps to take it off, and you can’t help but blush when his hand slightly brushes against your skin.

"Asra... can i uhh..."

"Yes you can, you don't have to ask me to uhh." He mocks playfully "No seriously Asra ca- I want to do stuff as well!"

Your demanding manner made him grin and only shake his head. "Let me think." He looked into your pleading but stern eyes, "Not right now sweetheart."

'He called me sweetheart!’ You internally screamed your face is completely lit up more than ever before.

Asra is still making his way to remove all your clothes. All is left is your panties, completely soaked from Asra’s teasing.

Your eyes trail down his golden toned skin, looking at his slim figure down to his lower abdomen, being more than impressed with the bulge you see in his underwear. You want him badly. You've always had since the time you woke up in his arms, maybe even before that, but you try not to remember. You don't want a headache to ruin this moment. You pull him up into a deep kiss, you finally caught him off guard.

Oh how the tables have turned, and it felt really good until he picks you up and falls on top of you on the bed.

"Ready?" That was a question you've wanted to hear since you've met him, always wanting this, wanting to feel him inside you.

"Yes, Asra, please."

With that he quickly sheds the little bit of clothing he has left and positions his member to your entrance.

"If it hurts tell me okay?" You nod in response to only let out a loud moan as he slowly pushes himself in.

"F-fuck" He curses under his breath "You feel so fucking good." You didnt really you started to move your hips to feel more friction, signaling you’re ready for him to continue. Apparently he took the hint, as he pulled out almost to the tip, only to slam back into you forcefully.

Asra slams back in a few more times until he picks a pace and constantly keeps until you tug at his hair, "F-Faster."

Your demanding tone makes him grin. "Just because you're currently being pounded doesn’t mean you lose manners Y/n."

Just to tease you, he slows down his thrusts, driving you crazy. Every thrust makes you moan. You try to speak again, attempting to ask him politely, but it just turns into slurred nonsense.

He understands that you're trying to redeem yourself to go at a faster pace, but it just wasn’t enough for him.

"Come on darling, just say it~." Cooing his words to make you feel better.

"P-Please.." you’re able to get out.

"Please what y/n?" His thrusts start to pick up pace. "Please F..faster." You whimper not being able say barely more than a few words.

"Faster? Want me to speak faster? Be more specific, princess."

"Asra.." you only hear him groan in response. "Ca..." You dont know what you're saying, too lost in the moment to really care.

He tuts teasingly. "Heh, I sure wonder what a ca is... hmm do you mean clit y/n? Why didn’t you just say that."

'No that was not what I meant!' But Asra pulls out of you only to lay you on your stomach and enter again without warning.

You scream in response of this sudden action of his, only to realize the position you were in. Your thoughts got messed up as he starts to rub your clit rapidly and resumes his almost punishing thrusts.

You couldn't feel anything but pleasure. You saw white as your lover had you at his mercy, only able to moan and sail as he makes love to you. Feeling a knot start to form in your stomach made you feel like you were about to burst, you wanted to let go of this feeling not knowing what it was called at this point but you wanted to last so Asra could feel satisfied.

Hearing Asra groan was like music to your ears but he began to let out loud whines and howls "i-m going to cum." He began to chant to you and that was probably why you felt the knot in your stomach that was what needed to happen. With the strength you had left you screamed "ME TOO!!" Not knowing what you said until you felt like you were going to break your legs gave in and you threw your head back releasing the knot in your stomach with a loud moan.

Your body was shaking feeling the pleasure leave you. Asras thrusts began to become sloppy as he still continued to pound into you but he eventually gave in and you felt a hot liquid shoot inside of you, making your moans sync with each other.

Asra collapse on top of you for a few moments before pulling out finally and carrying you out the room to wash you up putting you in your night clothing. Afterwards you two lay down in bed together cuddling and asra whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

"I love you so much, Y/n." He smiles looking at you. You smile and whisper into his chest, “I love you more.” Before you can tell him all you wanted to before your lovemaking Faust enters the room.

"LoUd!" She then begins to slither onto the bed with you guys laying on asras shoulder and falling asleep "Maybe we were a little too loud asra."

"Maybe Faust was just listening a little too hard." His response mad should fall even more in love with him. You lean up and capture his lips in another kiss, and look at him seductively.

He chuckled, the vibrations feeling good against your chest. "Don’t tempt me Y/n, I just washed you up."

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averagedoctor · 5 years

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I don't know how many asks you have... but is there a possibility of a fic based at an airport/on a plane, maybe the reader's never flown before or is afraid of it? I'm going overseas and I've got like a 17 hour flight like the day after tomorrow and I'm not personally afraid of flying, and I remember being on a plane a while ago, but I was just hoping for a bit of fluffiness around that idea? Okay if it comes after I've gone though, will still enjoy it any day. Thanks if you do! :)

OH MAN THIS IS OLD I am terribly sorry because I really had wanted to get this out soon after your flight… except it’s now been 10 months or so since then bUT I hope you enjoy this nonetheless!!

11th doctor x reader

Pronouns: gender neutral

Word count: 3,342

TWs: none?

Tagging: @evyiione

Summary: Saying that you’re sort of a nervous flier would be an understatement but luckily there’s a man kind enough to help you on your trip

A/N: The specific hatred and feelings from planes is totally me imposing myself on this story oops

Round trip

All around you, people were rushing about, trying to get to their gates as fast as they possibly could. It was an ungodly hour in the morning and here you were at an airport, people watching to take your mind off things as the clock ticked down. Your flight was in about an hour so you were sitting in the waiting area, luggage at your side. Nerves twisted in your stomach and you felt like you were going to be sick. You hated flying, which made flying alone so much more worse. If there was any other way that you could take this trip, you would do it in a heartbeat.

Flying scared you and you didn’t like the sensations that accompanied it, like your ears popping. You wouldn’t consider yourself claustrophobic, but being in a limited size vessel, in the air, with no actual way of bailing out if necessary, with terrifying. It baffled you that people were able to stand it and more so able to make fun of you for such a “silly fear.” Flying might be the most fastest way to travel, but you would rather ride on the back of a snail than get on a plane.

Checking your phone, you inwardly groaned. Time moved both very slowly and very fast. While you hated waiting, the thing that you were waiting for made it all worse. Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm yourself, but that wasn’t an easy task. If you had a friend with you, you might be able to, but it was all you this time around. You knew that it would only get worse as the minutes counted down.

In an attempt to distract yourself when people watching stopped working, you gathered your carry on items and began to aimlessly wander. There were a few places to eat and little shops, so you idled your way through them, hoping it would take your mind off your oncoming doom (it didn’t). You tried to drag out the minutes, leafing through boring books and seeing the same tourist gimmicks over and over, but eventually even that was unbearable. Defeated, you headed back to your gate area.

It had been mainly empty when you were sitting there, but with thirty minutes left to go, it was noticeably more crowded. You had been heading for where you were sitting originally, only to find a man in your spot. Frowning, you looked around and found a seat at the end of the same row.

Bouncing your leg up and down, you pulled out your phone and hesitated over the message button. It was so early in the morning that you knew none of your friends would be awake and they would only get annoyed by the messages later. With an uneasy sigh, you slid your phone back into your bag and caught the eye of the man in your seat and noticed how he was dressed.

For such an early hour of the morning, you were surprised at his level of dressiness, and it made you wondered where he was off to to be dressed so nicely. Meanwhile, you (and nearly everyone else around you) were in lazy clothes, like hoodies and sweatpants. You couldn’t fathom how he could stand to be all strung up like that, but there must have been some sort of reason, so you let it go. The clothes you were wearing looked pitiful next to him and you worried that he was judging you on them.

Turning away, you chewed at a nail, your anxiety levels steadily climbing. It was unbearable and you had no way to stop it. It felt as if your impending demise was coming right for you. Your eyes found a clock and located that there were only fifteen minutes left. Fifteen. That’s not enough time for you to be prepared, but, god, you would never be prepared. You wished that your flight was delayed or that some miracle happened and you could just poof your way over there. You would take anything over this. The anticipation was crushing your soul and you knew that the flight itself would be very close to actual death. Your body felt like stone, heavy and unmovable as your heart rate and breathing increased.

Maybe your stress was on high display or maybe your breathing was reaching a loud point of hyperventilation that you were too far gone to notice, but there were some stares and the man next to you scooted over to be a seat away from you.

“First time?” His voice broke your steadfast panic and washed over you. Whipping your head over, you were startled to find him so close.

“No,” you said through sucked in breath, “no, I’m just a bad flyer. Scares me.” You managed to get out, wincing.

“Ah.” His eyes softened with compassion. “Do you mind if I…?” He gestured to the seat right next to you and you shook your head, allowing him to scoot over.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, heat rising to your face. You hated the fact that your fear was now causing a scene and that someone had to take it upon themselves to help you. This was feeling helpless, and that was a feeling you tried to avoid, with your fears especially.

“Nothing to worry about.” He said calmly, a smile on his face.

“At first, I hated flying. I mean, planes? All new and loud and they take so much longer. Of course, only had to be used in emergencies and not all around, but, still.” Glancing at him with a confused look, you thought to open your mouth to ask a question about anything that he had just said, but you closed in when nothing came to mind.

“Longer? They’re the fastest way to travel.” You laughed nervously, coughing slightly from the intake of air.

“Well, to you, yes.” He stated matter-of-factually, saying nothing more on the subject. “But, tell me about yourself a little, ease your mind, relax, like, where are you going?”

“Um, I’m Y/N, and I’m flying out to see a friend of mine. Sort of a get together, it’s been a while, but they live overseas, which is why I haven’t visited before.”

“Oh, that’s lovely! Shame your fear is keeping you back, I could have you there so much faster… but this is more important. Conquer that fear!” He threw a passionate fist up in the air with a grin.

“Ha-ha, yeah…” Your sentence trailed off as the loudspeakers chimed overhead with another announcement. You would be up shortly and that sent all the fading panic right back up into you.

“Oh god, I can’t do this.” You covered your face with your hands, bending over your knees. “I never should have agreed.” Your voice came out muffled from your position and you flinched in surprise when his hand met your upper back with a soothing touch.

“When you get there, it will be so much more worth it. You might be scared of the flight ahead and back, but in between you will get to do so many wonderful things with your friend. Imagine, finally getting to see them again after the ages that it has been. Don’t let something like this slip by you because of fear, Y/N, trust me.”

“Those are very nice words, sir, but I’m still terrified.” You groaned, rocking back and forth a little bit to try and comfort yourself. Before you or he could get another word in, the dreaded announcement for your fight rang out. Tears welled in your eyes and you found them cascading down your face as you lifted yourself up with resignation. It wasn’t like you could back out of it now, not after you have paid and driven and sat here for so long, but that didn’t mean that you would find any enjoyment in what was about to come. The man stood up with you, hovering by your side as you unsteadily picked up your luggage and pulled out your ticket and other needed credentials. Taking a deep breath, you got in line behind the man and fidgeted with your fingers as it inched forward. He reached the head of the line to a few confused attendants but he whipped out a black wallet looking thing, and that was apparently all they needed to let him through. You wondered what it said because it was just the tiniest bit odd, but there were bigger matters at hand. Handing your ticket over to be checked, you gave a small head nod, and made your way through.

“It’ll be alright.” He said encouragingly but you could only grimace. Stepping onto the plane, you got everything sorted out, put your luggage up, and sat down in your seat. Thankfully, it was a window seat, and even more lucky was that the man you met was next to you for the trip.

“Wow, look at that.” You let out a weak laugh when you were seat belted in. “That’s one in a million.”

“You could say that.” He winked, busying himself with getting himself as comfortable as he could manage. Airplanes weren’t forgiving to those with long legs. The pilot’s voice crackled over the loudspeakers, announcing your impending doom- sorry- your impending take off. Clenching your seat rests with your fingers, you closed your eyes and bit your lips. Your breath was growing faster and you could tell you were losing it. A hand rested gently on yours and his thumb brushed smooth, comforting strokes. Normally, you would freak out if a stranger ever touched you like this but for whatever reason you felt like you could trust him and he was the only person you knew on this flight, regardless that you just met him.

The plane began to take off, rumbling all around you and your body shook. Your ears popped painfully and you dug your fingers in deeper. The world started to fade away from around you until finally the plane evened out. Slowly, you were able to unsqueeze your eyes, now sore from how tight they were shut, and unclenched your hands. Breathing became more calmer and you looked to the man to see him looking at you apologetically.

“All done, for now.” He gave you a smile, removing his hand and fixing his bow tie. You couldn’t find words yet so you only nodded in confirmation.

Steadying your breathing, you took a glance out the window. You couldn’t deny that the view was breathtaking and you felt yourself drifting off. Too emotionally drained, you allowed yourself to fall asleep.

You awoke to a tap on your knee. Opening your eyes, you jolted up in seat, face aflame. In your sleep, you had become slouched up quite tight against the window, your head lolled against the hard material.

“We’ll be landing soon.” The man said in a calm voice, eyes flickering over your face.

“Oh.” You breathed out, sinking down. What went up must come down and you found yourself hating how gravity worked more at this moment than you ever had in your life. With a groan, you facepalmed, your hand sliding slowly down your face. “I can’t do that again.”

“You have to.” He frowned in sympathy. Of course, you had to, there was no other option, but you knew deep in your bones that you couldn’t. Going up was already awful so you already knew that the trip down wasn’t going to be anything fantastic either. Speak of the devil, as you were in the midst of losing your mind again, the pilot made an announcement.

“Hello, this is your captain speaking. We will begin landing procedures in a few short minutes. Please remain in your seat, belted in, and raise your trays back up and prepare for landing.”

“No, no, no…” You murmured under your breath, shutting your eyes tight once again. Out of need, you clung to the man’s wrist, grip closing around the scratchy fabric of his tweed jacket. He allowed this, to your surprise. The plane began its descent, picking up speed, bumping a small bit, and you sat stock still, terrified. You hyperventilated once more, tears squeezing out of your eyes. It seemed like forever before you felt the jolt of the plane wheels touch the ground.

You could physically feel yourself flooding with relief as you blushed and released the man of your grip.

“Thank you.” You whispered silently to him, catching your breath. The plane began to disembark, passengers getting up and squaring away their luggage. You stood on shaky legs and retrieved what you had stowed away up above. The line to exit marched slowly out and you steadied yourself on the aisle seats. You had done it, you had truly done it. It was an incredibly horrible experience, but it was all over. Until you had to go back, but you pushed that far from your mind.

After a little while, you got off the plane, said your goodbyes to the man who was so gracious to you, and collected the rest of your luggage. Now, you were just biding your time until your friend came to pick you up. Since the worst part was over, you found yourself able to actually enjoy getting to see them and happy nerves bundled up in your stomach this time. Your phone pinged, notifying you of their arrival. Just as you were getting up to go, the man from the plane suddenly ran up to you.

“Hold on, Y/N!” He called out, panting as he reached your side. “I know you don’t know me well, so this might seem quite sketchy, but call me before you leave for the airport.” He handed you a small, neat business card with nothing but a number written on it. “Trust me.” He pressed it into your hand before turning his back and striding away. “I’m the Doctor, by the way!” He yelled with his back to you, as if it was an afterthought. Shaking your head in disbelief, you looked at the card and tucked it away in your wallet. It was a weird encounter, but he had done a lot for you today. You decided that you would call him up when the time came, but for now, you had a friend to go meet up with.

After a particularly lovely trip with your friend, you found that the dreaded day had arrived all too quickly. Hugging your friend hard, you wished your friend well and stepped out to the taxi that was waiting for you outside. Just as you were about to put your luggage in the trunk, you remembered the card in your wallet.

“I’m so sorry!” You called to the driver and rushed off, heading down the street and into an alley. Pulling the card out, you found that your hands were shaking, but it was either seeing what this number was about or getting straight onto a plane again. With twitching fingers, you punched the number into your phone and waited for it to ring. The Doctor picked up almost immediately.

“You actually rang! Hello!”

“H-hi,” You stuttered out, “you said to call before…”

“Yes, I did! Give me just a minute!” He exclaimed gleefully before ending the call.

“What? Hello?” You furrowed your brows in confusion. “Okayyy.” You sighed to yourself, kicking at the pebbles on the ground. A strange sound filled the air and you looked up to find a blue box materializing before your eyes. You let out a started yelp, jumping back, as it came into full. The doors swung open to reveal a very energetic version of the man you met at the airport.

“Y/N!” The Doctor shouted, running up to you, and catching you in an embrace. You were too stunned to move. “Come, quickly!” He ushered you inside the box that he had just popped out of.

“I– I’m not sure that this will fit the both of us and my bags…”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll find that it will.” He beamed, pushing you in front of him so that you could glimpse the sight for yourself.

“Holy…” You breathed, spinning in slow circles to take everything in. “It’s… it’s…”

“Bigger on the inside?” He quipped, proudly.

“Massive.” You finished, mouth gaping.

“Well, yes, I guess so.” He scratched at his head, sounding a bit distraught you hadn’t come to the same conclusion as him. “But! This is a solution to your problem!” The Doctor grinned at you, stepping in front, arms spread wide, presenting whatever you were in to you.

“What is it?”

“It’s my TARDIS! Time and Relative Dimensions and Space. Basically, anywhere, anytime you can think of is right at your fingertips- more like mine- but you get the picture.”

“So… it’s a time machine.” You dropped your luggage with a thud by the door, walking slowly up to where he was standing in the middle. “Wow.”

“I know you’re a nervous flier, and that the trip back wasn’t anything you were looking forward to, so I figured I’d offer you a second option. Much faster, almost no turbulence, more spacious, and overall much better than any commercial airline.” He patted the machine in what seemed like an affectionate manner.

“But I’ve already paid for the plane ticket…” Your mouth quirked into a frown, feeling defeat.

“Not to worry!” He sprung into action, searching around for a minute, before producing a small envelope from the depths of who knows where. “Here’s the money, and don’t worry, it’s all legitimate, I made a few calls at your expense.” He winked and handed it over to you. Sure enough, inside was a check for the plane fare made out in your name. Looking from the envelope to the Doctor to the envelope to the Doctor, you felt your heart swell with joy. A total stranger, not only offering you a ride in his time machine (a train of thought you would have to get back to at another time) but also getting you your money back. You were incredibly moved by all this kindness that it was now your turn to rush him and squeeze him in a tight hug.

“How can I repay you?”

“No need, just know that you can always call me whenever you need a ride to some place else that would normally involve a plane. Now, let’s get a move on so I can show you the true majesty of her.”

He wasn’t lying about how smooth the trip was. A small bump was hit on the way, but it was over in a matter of seconds, and now you were home. Supposedly. You found that you were filled with nervous energy as you walked towards the doors, a hand tentatively wrapped around the handle. With one simple shove, you opened the door to see that you really were home.

“Oh my god.” Turning, you saw the Doctor with his arms crossed, a content smile on his face. “Thank you.” You gathered up your luggage, lingering by the door.

“Call me, whenever you want, for flights or even for other trips. Don’t be a stranger.” The Doctor said genuinely, wringing his hands. The thought crossed your mind that he was lonely.

“Of course, I will.” His face broke out into a grin and you smiled back in return. Bags secured in your hands, you went to take a step out of the TARDIS and turned around one last time. “I’ll see you around, Doctor.”

“Until we meet again, Y/N.” He tipped his head and went to close the doors behind you as you exited. The sounds of the TARDIS whirring filled the air again and you found yourself turning back. By the time you had, they were already gone. His card was clenched tight in your hand while you walked back to your home, bags thumping along the uneven sidewalk.

The future might be unsure, but you knew with certainty that yours would involve the Doctor.

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"at least I'm one"

chapter 4: "- the pain and eternal bliss”

sd!gwilym lee x reader

[the goodbye] [the sadness & tenderness] [the broken rules and true affection]

summary: you and gwil met ten months ago; and he offered you to be his sugar baby almost immediately. you agreed at that exact moment, not knowing where it would get you.

warnings: mentions of physical and emotional abuse, sexual assault, angst; MAJOR fluff, typos

a/n: Get ready lmao there are two more chapters left

you’ll probably be confused at first. but (almost) everything is explained in the chapter!! if I don’t explain something here, chapter 5 will do it

the reader’s smoking?? nope, she doesn’t. at least not on the regular basis lol

also this was supposed to be chapter 5 but I couldn’t work the content for chapter 4 properly so I mixed them hehe

thanks to @emmasunshiine for the idea <3

“Still smoking, eh?”

You freeze where you stand, with a cigarette between your fingers. The wind blows your hair and the cigarette smoke as you slowly look in his direction. You know this voice like the back of your hand. You know this man better than anyone.

“The fuck?” you breathe out, your gaze fixed on him. He hasn’t changed; only grew his hair a bit longer. He still has this ugly mustache, wears 90s-styled shirts and jeans that are so tight that you can see the outline of his penis. He still goes commando, nothing fucking changes.

“Happy to see you too, kitten”, you wince at the pet name; it makes you feel as if a little sword is poking through your heart. Makes you feel like you have to come through all of this shit again.

“Walk away, Luke”, you curse under your breath, taking another cigarette from the pack; Luke’s the one to make you start smoking. He gave you too many bad habits.

“You’ve got quite a tongue”, Luke chuckles and comes a bit forward to you, “since when?”

“Piss off”, you mutter as you take another drag of the cigarette.

“Nice diamond necklace you have here. Got yourself a sugar daddy?”

You shiver at his last words. How would he even know? You brows knit as you look at him and take another long drag of the cigarette.

“Seen you with that guy over there”, Luke points at Gwil through the pub window. “He looks alright. Not your type though. You need someone else to take care of you”.

“I love how you know what and whom I need”, you say sarcastically. There is this obnoxious grin on his face, the grin that he used to give you whenever he wanted something from you. You hated it. You still do.

“Kitten, you know that he’s way out of your league. We both know it”

“I used to think of you like this too. But look at us now”.

Luke’s jaw is tightened, his fists are clenching and he glares at you; you know this look. His eyes always flickered with anger before he would slap your cheek; muscles in his jaw twitched before he slammed you onto the wall, which led in you hitting your head terribly. He would always stand there, with flushed face and narrowed eyes, before yelling at you, degrading you in any way possible. You know all of it too well.

And it makes you scared. You were sure you came through. You thought the trauma was far behind you. The pain he caused you should have been in the past. But now, when you look at him, standing in front of you with gritted teeth and radiating hatred and anger, you’re so fucking scared. You know it. You know this feeling. You are way too familiar with bruises, which were different from the ones Gwil leaves on your body; Gwilym’s are love-bruises, the marks he leaves on your hips when he’s eating you out and hold you firmly, so you wouldn’t squirm under him.

Luke’s bruises used to tell another story. His marks weren’t of love – no matter what he said about it. He would squeeze your forearm or shoulder to the point where you couldn’t even feel it anymore. He used to hurt you because you were laughing at jokes Billy made, or cause you were standing too close to that guy in the bar who was asking you about the band that was on the stage. His possessiveness was all fun and hot at first when he fucked you while being jealous. But then it started developing into this crazy obsession; you couldn’t even speak to any of the guys at uni, because you were too scared Luke would find out and punish you for that. His punishments were to hit you on the face with his knuckles, leaving you bleeding. His punishments were hurting you.

Gwil’s punishments never seemed to you as ones, because they are all about sex. And Gwilym is gentle with you, he’s loving. He caresses your face and kisses your troubles away when you don’t want to have sex; Luke used to make you love him.

Luke broke your heart by his constant cheating and manipulating; he wouldn’t let you leave him by pressuring you into that relationship. He would swear he’d kill himself if you left. And it kept you with him for almost three years until you had enough and until Billy, Becca, and Jackson got you out of it. Luke disappeared from your life at the second Becca threatened him with the police. But he is right here now, right in front of you. It’s been almost two years. You finally recovered. You were finally able to trust people, you trusted Gwil. And all of it is about to be ruined because Luke is standing next to you, being angry and ready to hit you. You know it’s true. You know it may happen.

“Don’t be stupid, Y/N”, Luke puts his hands on the hips. “You know you don’t talk to me like that. Don’t you, kitten?”

Think about something nice. Something good. Something that brings you joy. Something that may take the pain and fear away. That’s what you have to do.

“I’m not scared of you anymore”, you breathe, taking a step back. You need to come back inside. To safety. To Gwil. “A year of therapy – I’m not scared of you, Luke”, your voice is firmer now, more demanding. You know he’s afraid of powerful people. Especially of powerful women. And this is who you are – an imperious woman. And you can take care of yourself.

“Who says you have to be scared?” he’s so fucking close to you; he leans forward, invading your personal space – and that’s how you know you’re a goner. He’s stronger than you, he’s always been. You can only scream. And it makes you feel so small, so helpless. You’re almost the same height that Luke is – just five centimeters shorter – and you’re not less strong. But you still can’t do anything. He just makes you weak. You’re hopeless. “You know, I couldn’t stop thinking about you all this time”, his voice is low now; he smells like beer and cheap cigarettes – his distinctive scent. You feel nauseous because of it, you hope you’d throw up on him. But you don’t. “I used to watch you sometimes”, he traces circles on your exposed arm with his finger and you try to brush him off, but he grips your shoulder tightly with his other hand – and you wince and hiss at the feeling.

So you scream.

At least you try.

Luke is fast enough to cover your mouth with his hand; you’re pressed against the cold wall of the pub now, and there’s no one to help you – even your phone is inside. “Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you to keep your mouth shut?” Luke whispers in your ear and you turn your head away, eyes shut. You’ve never hated anyone more in your life than Luke right now. “You look so sexy in this dress”, he squeezes your boob and it makes you squeal – it isn’t pleasant in any way. It’s painful. “You make me so hard, kitten”, he takes your hand and makes you palm his dick through his pants. And you see the fucking opportunity; you know what to do the second your palm touches his crotch. You squeeze his penis so tightly that your nails dig into the soft skin – and when he jumps away, covering his crotch and swearing, you take no time in running away.

When you reach the entrance of the pub, you stumble upon Gwilym. You almost crash him, even though he’s taller and bigger than you.

“Woah”, Gwil catches you in his arms; and you fell so safely. Gwil is here, and there’s a full crowd of people. You’re finally safe. “Where you’ve been? I came looking for-“

“Let’s leave”, you say holding onto him for dear life. “Please”.

“Baby, what happened?” Gwil cups your cheeks in his hands and looks at you worriedly; he notices your mascara is running and hair is a bit of a mess – and you look so frightened. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Oh, here she is!” you shudder at the sound of his voice; you lean in closer to Gwil. Because you need to feel safe. You need to be with him.

“Gwil. Please, let’s leave”, you whisper into his chest.

“It is him?” he asks you. “Is it Luke?” You don’t even have to look at him to know he’s angry. But this is a different type of anger – it’s not directed towards you. Gwil’s gloominess and anger are never directed towards you.

“That’s your sugar daddy, Y/N?” you hear Luke saying. Gwilym’s arm is now wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him, protecting you from Luke. You put your hands around his waist and bury your head in the crook of his neck. Gwil can feel you trembling. He hates it. He hates seeing you hurt, hates seeing you in pain.

“Get the fuck out”, Gwilym spits; you close your eyes and hope you’ll wake up. It’s just a bad dream; all you need to do is to wake up in your warm bed with Gwil’s arms around your waist. You just need to wake up in your safe place.

“It’s not like you own the pub, mate”, Luke chuckles.

“Gwil, baby, please”, you whisper against his neck, “just take me and let’s go. Please. He’s not worth it. Please”.

Gwil lets out a sigh; he wants to beat up this piece of shit so wildly, so strongly that he won’t be able to recover from it. But he knows that you don’t need this. Gwilym knows that the only thing you need is to leave and be safe.

“If I see you near Y/N one more time”, he’s warning him – but it sounds more like a threat. “If I see you creeping around her or her family, I’ll make sure you rot in jail”.

“You think I’m scared?”

“You should be. Because I’m not gonna tell you twice”.

“Gwil, please…” you say quietly.

“We’re leaving, baby”, he kisses your hair. “Just hold on”.

You don’t really understand how you get into the cab – the next thing you know you’re sitting on the backseat with your head on Gwil’s shoulder and your fingers intertwined with his. Gwilym’s free arm is around you and you feel safer than ever. “Did he do something to you, baby? Did he hurt you?” Gwil asks, softly rubbing your shoulder.

“It doesn’t matter. I hurt him even more”, you raise your head and look at him; Gwil’s brows draw together in confusion. “I might have ripped off his dick”, you explain, “or at least harm it profoundly. Long nails may be a good thing sometimes”, it’s the first time you smile in the past several minutes. Gwil kisses your forehead and you nuzzle into his neck. You feel warm, safe and at home.

When you finally get to Gwil’s hotel room, you take off your heels tiredly and sit down on the bed. You feel exhausted – both physically and mentally. “You’ve gotta take your makeup off first before going to sleep”, Gwil sits down on the bed near you with a couple of cotton pads and micellar water. You smile sheepishly and close your eyes.

“You care about my skin even more than I do”, you joke while he helps you remove the makeup.

“You told me to do this, remember?” his mouth curves into a smile. “Don’t ever let me fall asleep with my makeup on!” He tries to imitate your voice and the two of you laugh. “Here you go”, he says when it’s done. “Y/N”, Gwil cups your cheeks gently, “what happened out there?”

You swallow hard, trying to contain the urgent need to cry. “Nothing”, you answer, “nothing that hasn’t happened before”. He looks at you with concern and rubs your cheeks with his thumbs softly. All of it makes your eyes filled with tears. You feel so much at this moment. You feel pain, love and blissful happiness. And you love every part of it. “Gwil, I’m fine”, you reassure him. “The second I fell into your arms I was alright” Gwil keeps studying you, looking through you, and It makes you sigh deeply. You put your hands on his. “I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t wanna ever talk about Luke”, you move his hand and kiss his palm. “I’m with you, I’m safe. I know I’ll always be”, your smile is beaming and Gwil’s whole face lits up – he loves seeing you happy.

“I love you”, he says and kisses you hearty; it seems as if he tries to put all of his love into it. You answer eagerly and straddle him.

“I used to learn Spanish at school, you know”, you put your hands around his neck and murmur against his lips when you pull away. “Our teacher told us one cute little thing once”, Gwil raises his eyebrows, a smile on his lips. “’Mi media naranja’. You know what it means?” Gwilym shakes his head and puts a light kiss on your nose, making you giggle. “It means my other half, my significant other, my soulmate” you rub your noses together and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. “You are ‘mi media naranja’, Gwil”, you whisper, looking into his eyes, “I have never loved before you”. The next kiss is tender and full of pure love and softness. But Gwilym suddenly pulls away and gently puts you on the bed from his lap.

“What is it, baby?” you ask in confusion; he puts a kiss, a peck, on your cheek and smiles fondly.

“Wait a minute”, he disappears in the dark hall of the hotel room; and you sit on the edge of the bed, which is lightly illuminated by the table lamp.

Gwil comes back a moment later, hiding something behind his back. Before you’re even able to open your mouth, he drops on one knee right in front of you and takes out a ring. It’s not like the other one – the diamond is much smaller, but it’s still amazingly beautiful and, probably, costs a fortune too.

“I didn’t have the chance to do it three days ago when I was supposed to”, he says quietly. “And it’s all on me, it’s my fault”.

“Gwil”, you try to interrupt him but he doesn’t let you.

“Y/N, baby, just let me finish”. He lets out a sigh. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you back then. I’m sorry you had to go through those lies and pain because I didn’t call you. I’m an idiot and I will never forgive myself for doing so”. Gwilym looks at with glistening eyes. “I can’t bear the thought of losing you. I can’t imagine my life without you. I’ve never fallen so in love with someone like I did with you”, you can feel tears running down your cheeks; you put your hand on his face and he leans into your touch. “I promise I won’t ever hurt you. I promise that you’ll be the happiest with me. I love you. I should have done it the second I came into your flat two days ago, I should have done it much earlier so you wouldn’t come through any of this. I have loved you since the day we met, and I won’t ever stop. You’re the reason for every good thing in my life. Be with me. Stay with me. Marry me”.

“Yes”, you gasped through tears. “I will. At any chance given, Gwil – I will marry you”.

The kiss you share after this is wet, it tastes like salt and happiness, and it is so intimate and lingering that both of you don’t even notice when you’re lying in bed, your hands roaming about each other’s bodies.

And when you fall asleep that night – naked and with your back pressed to Gwil’s chest – you know that tonight you’ll dream of him again. But only this time you won’t be in pain. You’ll be extremely happy, as you are now. And now you’re in the state of eternal bliss. And you know this feeling won’t fade away. Ever.

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Two days ago.

“Gwil?”

You blink, trying to process what’s going on. Why is he here? What does he want?

Oh right. He’s not real. You’re dreaming again. Of course! If it was real, Gwil wouldn’t be standing at your doorstep. In reality, he is with Alice now; they’re probably drinking wine while cuddling in the bubble bath. It’s you, dreaming again – and you just need to wake up. You shake your head and take a deep breath before slamming the door right in his face. You stand there for a moment, forehead pressed to the wood and heavy breathing, when you hear “Y/N, what is going on?”

Oh.

So he is real. You raise your eyebrows and open the door slowly, facing him again. He looks at you with utter confusion and…pain?

“Why?”

The tears in his eyes make you frown; you can’t quite understand what is happening. “’Why’ what?” you ask as your forehead creases. You’re so confused; you don’t know what he wants from you. He looks devastated as if something terrible has happened – sadness clouds his perfect features, his glossy eyes make yours flooded with tears.

“Why don’t you want to see me anymore?” it is almost a whisper, and if you weren’t standing in front of each other, you know that you would never hear it. “What did I do, Y/N?” his voice sounds so desperate, so hurt. You don’t understand anything. You’ve lost the track of this conversation.

“What?” now it’s your turn to ask; you look at him, dumbfounded, as you feel the blood boiling inside of you. He thinks you don’t want to see him? After what he’s done? After disappearing and having you talk to Alice? After that? “I want to see you, Gwil”, the words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself, “but I can’t do it anymore. Not with you getting married to Alice”.

Suddenly Gwilym’s eyes flash, and he runs his hand through his hair, almost ripping it from his head. You draw in a long breath; you know this look on his face. Gwil is fucking angry. Angry like he has never been before.

“She told you that?” he says through gritted teeth.

You turn your head away as you answer quietly, “I’ve figured it out myself when I saw that ring on her finger”. Gwil looks at you bewildered, and clenches his fists; you don’t understand anything. Why is he angry? Why is he here and not with Alice? “You should probably get going, y’know”, you continue, “She’s waiting for you.” You feel tears running down your cheeks, and you can’t force yourself to face Gwilym. You want to be with him one last time, be his for this one last moment. But you can’t do that – he’s engaged to someone else. No matter how much you love him, you can’t make him love you. You can’t.

“I don’t think you need to be here. Alice told me everything; I won’t ask you of anything. I’ll move on. I left my wallet at your place, but you can throw it away, I don’t need it. I don’t need anything from you, don’t worry. I’ll move on”, it sounds as if you try to reassure yourself rather than Gwil; and he watches you, better be said, Gwil glowers at you, with his jaw tightened.

“What the fuck are you saying, Y/N?”

You furrow your brows. “What do you mean? I’m saying what is true, and you need to go back home to be with your fiancée. She’s waiting for you”, you repeat. “You didn’t have to come here to tell me the arrangement is over, I get it. I’ll find another sugar daddy, and won’t ever bother you”. You try to sound cheerful, but your voice breaks; shit, you want to be with him so bad. You want to be his fiancée; you need to be with him. But you can’t. At least, you think so.

“Is that what you want?” Gwil looks you right in the eyes; you think that he may burn you down with his gaze. “You want to get another sugar daddy? That’s what it is to you? A simple fucking arrangement that you can break and move on?”

It doesn’t take you long enough to realize it. He’s hurt. Is he hurt because he’s getting married to Alice and not you? No, that’s stupid. He can’t love you, it’s simply impossible. You are below average; your personality isn’t as bright as Alice’s. You’re not as beautiful as she is. You simply aren’t her. And she’s perfect.

“It never was”.

You don’t want to say it. But your mind and heart play a trick – they need you to say it. Because you will just explode if you don’t let it all out.

“Then why would you say all of it?”

“Because you’re getting married!” you shout. Is he really that stupid?

“I’m not!” he raises his voice in the tone of yours. “At least not to Alice”, he adds softly. Your brows knit. Who is it then?

“To Zoe?” you ask hesitantly. Gwil lets out an exasperated sigh and rolls his eyes. “Sorry, I can’t read your mind!” you say, irritated at his reaction. And he fucking grins at you; his eyes lit up the second you look into them and you can’t quite tell what causes such a reaction.

Or can you?

“I can’t quite deal with how oblivious you are, love”, he continues, a soft smile on his lips. You don’t understand any-fucking-thing. A guess of what he means crosses your mind, but you’re ignoring it. It can’t be true. No. It’s too good to be a reality; it can just happen in your dreams. “That ring was supposed to be yours”, your heart skips a beat and is ready to jump out of your chest; it’s not real. “It still is, Y/N. You are the one I want to be with. And I could give two shits about this stupid arrangement, I don’t care about it”, he’s heavy breathing; your chest rises and falls in unison with his, as you hear him say that. It’s not real, you keep thinking, it can’t be true. He can’t love me. It’s impossible.

You pinch your forearm with your nails and with all the strength you’ve got – only the pain makes you wince and hiss. “Love, what are you doing?” Gwil suddenly stands near you, only a couple of centimeters between the two of you. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath.

“Afraid I’ll wake up and all of it would be just another dream”, you speak quietly, as if your voice could also make your desirable reality turn into dust. “You can’t marry me”, you say before thinking. Gwil brings his large palm to your face and caresses your cheek gently.

“Why not?”

“’Cause it’s me”, you breathe out. “I’m not like Alice, I’m not-“

“Y/N”, Gwil cups your face in his hands. “I want you. Always wanted you. Only you. Wanna know why?” you look away and nod slightly. “Because you scrunch your nose every time you smell something that I’ve cooked”, his thumb draws small circles on your cheek, “you are the little spoon even though you try to prove wrong”, the corners of your mouth turn up, “you’re my biggest support. You’ve got the most generous heart, and the softest hands” now you’re looking into each other’s eyes, “your smile makes me the happiest man on Earth. Alice has none of it. Nobody has it. But you. Only you. I-“ He stutters.

“Every part of you, it’s perfect. I love every little thing you do. Every move you make, every time you fight with me over stupid things, every time you stay up just to spend time with me – I love all of this. I love you.” You look at him with glossy eyes, as your heart is pounding in your chest. You can feel like there’s no oxygen left in the world – you can’t breathe. The whole world stopped turning and froze tight at this moment, right when Gwilym told you this. “Shit, baby, I think I’ve loved you since you said ‘Guess I’ll die as a poor bitch’”, you let out a chuckle through your tears, and Gwil laughs with you. He looks at you – and you finally see in what way.

He observes you tenderly, lovingly, with his thumbs stroking your cheeks and wiping your tears away. His smile is beaming as he looks deeply into your eyes – you know that he’s waiting for the answer. And it’s been building up for so long. You’ve been craving for this moment daily, silently praying that he notices. And now you know that he did, he always did. He noticed every little thing – but he was as scared as you, to tell the truth.

And now is the perfect moment to let it all out.

So you put your hands on his face, cautiously at first as if you’re still afraid he’d disappear - but then you fondly look up at him and pull him into a kiss. It’s thrilling, almost sacred – the kiss you’ve already had for million times. But it’s still very different now. Because now you know that he loves you. He really does. It still seems unreal, still seems like a fantasy. So you pull away from him quickly, not being able to contain your emotions, as tears shimmer in your eyes. “God, I’m so stupid”, you whisper, leaning into his chest and closing your eyes. Gwilym caresses your hair and put his arms around you. “I love you too, Gwil”, these anticipated words finally slip from your mouth, “so much”.

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