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yandere-daydreams · 9 months

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Title: Insecure.

Written for a very lovely anonymous commissioner.

Pairing: Yandere!Toxic!Wanderer x Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 5.0k.

TW: Modern AU, AFAB!Reader, Non///Con, Public Sex, Oral Sex, Possessive Behavior, Wildly Unhealthy Relationships, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, Intimidation, and Self-Oriented Victim Blaming From Reader. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. No Seriously Dude Those Doves Are So Dead.

[Part One]

“This is boring.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s too hot to be outside. And this place reeks.”

“You’re wearing long sleeves in the middle of summer, and it’s a college campus. I don’t know what you expected.”

“You look hot.”

You let out a disgruntled groan, leaning back in your seat and bringing a hand up to your temple. Kunikuzushi seemed to drink in your agitation, crossing his arms, the corners of his lips pulling up into a smug grin. “How did you even know I was here?”

His answer was immediate, non-verbal. He held up his phone, the screen blatantly and proudlydisplaying a simple grid-map and, of course, a little blue dot settled into the grey backdrop. You felt something start to ache in the back of your skull. “You’re tracking my phone?”

“Yeah, right, your phone.”

You started to buckle into yourself, but stopped yourself. You were in public – tucked into the smallest corner of your campus’ most out-of-the-way common area, sure, but still in public. There was a group of students gathered around one of the bigger tables less than ten feet away, and another couple just behind them. You used to fight with Kunikuzushi so often. You’d never resorted to public screaming matches, but you’d never had to think twice before storming out of bars and cafes, never thought twice about blocking his number or throwing away his flowers or telling anyone who’d listen that you were absolutely, definitely, totally going to break up with him for good, this time. Now, you couldn’t find it into yourself to be so brash. You couldn’t stand the idea of being seen with him, let alone calling more attention to yourself. It felt like you were one slip-up, one arm draped around your waist, one ring of bruises wrapped around your neck before someone saw through you, guessed what kind of person Kunikuzushi was and confronted you about why you’d stay with someone like that. You were afraid of him, sure, but you were more afraid of what would happen if people realized just how scared you really ought to be.

Not that you wanted to be with him. You wanted to move across the country, to burn your clothes and cut your hair, to change your name and pretend he’d never so much as lookedat you, but your options were limited. He’d taken care of your internship the day you’d moved in with him, and he bought you out of your lease within the same week. The few friends you still had after Kunikuzushi sunk his teeth into your social life were pushed to a distance, and the thought of running back to the same people who’d told you to stay as far from Kunikuzushi as you could get was enough to make you feel dizzy and exhausted, light-headed and glued to the floor all at once.

Even that, the idea that you could go to someone for help, was delusional. He barely let you go to class, and even that was a tedious connection, a privilege that could be revoked with a phone call and a new deadbolt on the door to his apartment. He didn’t like it when you had things to think about that didn’t revolve around him, and while keeping him happy was in the best interest of your safety, dropping out wasn’t an option. You could find another place to live. You could find another internship. But, if flunked out, if you failed too many classes, you’d lose your scholarship. If you lost your scholarship, you wouldn’t be able to graduate. If you didn’t graduate…

You had to graduate. You had to.

You weren’t sure you’d ever be able to get away from Kunikuzushi, if you didn’t.

You heard a scoff, felt the table shake as Kunikuzushi drove his heel into one of its legs. “Y’know, it’s rude to ignore people. ‘specially after I came all this way just to spend time with you.”

You must’ve zoned out. You hadn’t meant to, you never wanted to give Kunikuzushi an excuse to shorten your leash even further, but it’d been happening more and more. On your best days, you could keep yourself grounded, stay in your own body long enough to make it seem like you were managing what has left of your life. On your worst days… well, you didn’t remember much of your worst days. You usually couldn’t bring yourself to get out of bed. Kunikuzushi loved your worst days. “Sorry,” you mumbled, more out of reflex than any genuine remorse. “Why are you here, anyway?”

“Like I said, I wanted to spend time with you.” He shrugged, still grinning. “You should drop out.”

Just like that, your heart dropped into your stomach. If you hadn’t been in public, if you weren’t so disconnected from what went on in your own mind, you might’ve cried.

Instead, you bowed your head. Your voice was quieter than you wanted it to be, but it was a small miracle you could force yourself to speak at all. “I… don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Since when do you think for yourself?” He wasn’t fazed. The question was accompanied by a slow, breathy laugh, a flash of teeth as he leaned forward, propping his head on his fist. “I mean, c’mon, it’s not like you’d actually use a degree. I’m already taking care of you.” He dropped lower, taking on a raspy lilt. “All you’ve gotta worry about is keeping me company and taking my—”

You cut him off with an indignant huff, already recoiling. You moved to stand, to get away from him, but felt a pair of hands cover your eyes before you could. There was a familiar laugh, the feeling of curly hair bruising against your cheek, and then a melodic voice playing just beside your ear. “Guess who.”

For the first time that day, you couldn’t help but smile. “I know it’s you, Ajax. You’re the only person lame enough for this.”

There was a hum before he let you go, bracing himself on the back of your chair and leaning over you. He was dressed like he always was – which was to say, like it was the middle of winter, his coat long enough to reach his ankles and thick enough to make you shudder with sympathy pains, your agony unaided by the scarf wrapped loosely around his neck. Maybe you shoulddrop out, or transfer, at least. Between him and Kunikuzushi, you were starting to think there was something in the air that made people want to get heatstroke. “Hey, I’m just trying to surprise my favorite study-buddy. You looked like you could use a little cheering up.” He glanced toward Kunikuzushi, then flashed you a knowing grin. “I know this guy tends to bring down the mood.”

Kunikuzushi sunk into his seat, his smugness immediately overshadowed by agitation. “Oh, you know each other?”

“We’re coworkers,” Kunikuzushi answered, glaring daggers toward Ajax.

“Wait, you have a job?”

He didn’t indulge you with a response, only scoffing and throwing his head to the side. Ajax took up the mantle. “Honestly, I’m more surprised to see him hanging out with someone outside of work. Always struck me as the ‘lone wolf’ type, if you know what I mean. If I knew you two were friends, I would’ve made more of an effort to drag him to our—"

As he spoke, his hand came to rest on your shoulder, but he’d barely touched you when Kunikuzushi pushed himself to his feet, already snarling. “Keep your fucking hands to yourself.” Reflexively, Ajax pulled back, holding his hands up defensively, and with a ragged breath and a half-hearted effort to calm himself down, Kunikuzushi went on. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to touch someone’s fiancé, idiot?”

This time, Ajax’s laugh was slightly more strained, his posture slightly more stiff. “Yeah, uh, right. My bad, dude.” He moved to ruffle your hair (his most common send-off, no matter how often you groaned and complained that you’d look like a mess for the rest of the day), but stopped himself quickly – rubbing the back of his neck. “I… didn’t realize you were engaged.” Despite his stiffness, he managed to offer you a small smile. “See you in class?”

“Save me a seat.” And then, letting your eyes fall to your feet, “Sorry about him, he’s…”

“Territorial, I get it. I’d be a little jealous too, if I managed to get a ring on your finger.”

He winked, and before you could roll your eyes, he’d turned on his heel and disappeared around the nearest corner, melting into the throng of milling students. Once he was gone, you turned back to Kunikuzushi, still seething. That was one of the worst things about being with Kunikuzushi. It wasn’t enough to make your life miserable, he had to make sure you didn’t have anything left to live for. “Why would you tell him we’re engaged?”

“I’ll get you a ring.” You opened your mouth, but he was talking before you had a chance to cut in. “This is why you shouldn’t bother with this shit. All you’re going to do is waste your time and get hit on by desperate losers trying to get their dicks wet.”

“As opposed to staying home with you, where I can get hit on by one desperate loser trying to get his dick wet.” You shook your head, but shut your mouth and stood up before he could pull you into a real argument. Throwing your bag over your shoulder, you turned away from him, starting in the direction of your lecture hall. “I have to get to class. We can talk about this later.”

Before he could protest, you made your way out of the common area. There was a beat of silence, a brief moment of respite. Then, you heard his footsteps pick-up behind you, settling into pace with your own. You glanced over your shoulder and, predictably, found Kunikuzushi walking behind you. “What do you want now?”

“You’re going to class,” he said, a smug grin already tugging at the corners of his lips. “I’m coming with you.”

You frowned. “It’s a general credit. You’ll be bored out of your mind.”

“I don’t care.” He took your hand in his, squeezing gently when you tried to pull away. Immediately, you stopped resisting, hyper-aware of the way his blunt nails scraped against your skin, of how intensely his eyes burnt into yours. “Is it a crime to want to spend as much as time as I can with my fiancé?”

You shuddered involuntarily. You couldn’t tell if jealously staking his claim to you during a minute-long conversation with your classmate and his coworker was genuinely his idea of a proposal, or if he just took joy in the way you flinched every time he threw that word around. Either way, you didn’t like it.

“Fine, whatever.” You shrugged open the door to one of the more rustic buildings on campus, dragging Kunikuzushi along with you. “Just don’t cause a scene, okay? I’m really not in the mood.”

He only smiled, letting his head lull to the side. You forced yourself to tear your eyes away from him, focusing on the crowded hallway in front of you instead. Your class was in one of the larger lecture halls on campus – stadium style, oppressively beige, the rows of desks curved around the raised stage at the front of the room. It was already mostly full, too, thanks to how long Kunikuzushi had held you up. You made a brief effort to find Ajax before deciding you didn’t want anyone you knew by name to see you latched onto your moody boyfriend and moved toward one of the middle rows, but he stopped you, digging his heels into the floor. “Sit in the front.” You sent him a look that said ‘what the fuck do you want now?’, and he grinned. “What? I’m trying to do you a favor.”

“You can do me a favor by letting me get through this with minimal psychic damage.” You dragged him to the back of the hall and slid into a relatively empty row, trying to stay as far away from the other students as you could. In spite of his stubbornness, his preference to control everything down to how often you blinked, he didn’t fight it, just slipping into the seat next to you, leaning back and watching on as you pulled out a half-mangled notebook and a couple pens. You knew you wouldn’t be able to focus, much less take notes with Kunikuzushi hovering over your shoulder, but you wanted to at least pretend you didn’t care about him and his leering for the next two hours. It wasn’t like he’d leave you alone once you got back into the confines of his stifling, barren apartment, so you had to take advantage of what little peace you’d be able to get, today.

By the time your class started, he was fully reclined, his arms crossed and his expression slack in boredom. The rows hadn’t been crammed as closely together as possible, he might’ve propped his feet on the desktop, shut his eyes, done everything he could to show just how disinterested he was in the lecture he’d demanded to sit through.

By the ten-minute mark, he’d pulled his chair next to yours, watching over your shoulder as you jotted down what little of the professor’s lecture you could hear over the sound of your race heart. You didn’t like it when Kunikuzushi got so close to you, anymore. It was hard to remember why you ever had.

Twenty minutes in, you felt his hand ghost over your leg, his fingertips grazing past your thigh. You tried to brush it off, to ignore him, but his hand settled onto your knee and you snapped up to glare at him. “What are you—”

He shushed you, leaning against your side. “Keep your voice down. We’re in class, remember?”

You frowned, but relented, turning your attention back to the front of the classroom. You resigned yourself to pointedly ignoring him, jotting down incoherent notes and attempting to drown out Kunikuzushi’s looming presence with the professor’s droning lecture. You’d almost blocked him out by the time he started moving, again, kneading the plush of your thigh gently, his dull nails burrowing into your skin just a little too deeply to ignore. Determined, you didn’t react, but that didn’t faze him. His hand only crept higher, catching the hem of your shorts and toying with the thin fabric, forcing you to acknowledge just how little you’d done to fend him off. If you’d known he was going to visit you on campus, you would’ve worn jeans, or made more of an effort to avoid him. If you’d known he was going follow you into class just to harass you, you would never have gotten up in the first place.

You jumped as his fingers slipped under the fabric, fanning out against your skin. With an airy sigh, you leaned back, already swatting away his hand. You spoke under your breath, trying to hide the way your voice shook. “Fine. If you’re going to be a brat about it, we can go home.”

“And ruin your attendance?” His tone was pleading, muted but dripping with something thick and saccharine. “I can’t let you do that, baby, not when your grades are so importantto you.”

You tried to get up, but he drew back, throwing an arm over your shoulders and pulling you back into your seat. “I tried to take you home, but no, you decided that sitting in a dusty room with that fucking redhead was more important to you than me.” He hauled you closer, holding his mouth next to your ear. “If you decide to go home now and waste more of my time, I promise, you’ll be in for something much worse than anything I can do to you here.”

For the second time that day, you froze, suddenly unable to move. Kunikuzushi took your silence as submission, kissing your cheek before his hand fell back to your thigh.

This time, he was kind enough (or cruel enough) not to play coy, not to try to hide what he was going to do. He squeezed your thigh with enough force to bruise before delving into the space between your legs – his middle finger tracing over the seam that ran over the length of your cunt, only pausing to rub circles into your clit through the material. You really, really should’ve worn something else, something thicker, something that would’ve put you at a distance from his invasive touch. You would’ve given anything not to feel that slow, painful friction, not to recognize the aching curl of arousal starting to form in the pit of your stomach. Kunikuzushi was an asshole – a possessive, controlling asshole – but he knew you. He knew your weak points. He’d held you down and exploited them until you knew that as well as he did.

With two fingers, he pressed into your clit, and you jolted into yourself. Reflexivity, you tried to clench your thighs shut, but Kunikuzushi caught you by the knee and spread your legs farther, making more room for him to work between them. “Play nice.” He was whispering, but you wished he wouldn’t talk at all. You wished he’d keep his mouth shut and let you suffer in silence. “You don’t want to make this into a show, do you?”

You didn’t. God, you didn’t. You couldn’t imagine anything worse than getting caught, than having someone notice and scream and draw attention to what Kunikuzushi was doing to you. In the best case scenario, he’d stop and you’d have plausible deniability, pretend that you believed you could say your overly affectionate boyfriend was just being touchy and someone would buy it. In the worst case scenario, in the most likely scenario, he wouldn’t, and you didn’t know how you be able to live with yourself if someone saw you like this. Would you have to appear in front of the dean to apologize that your boyfriend had fingered you in front of a captive audience? Would there be paperwork? Would any of the blame fall on Kunikuzushi, or would you be the one held responsible for what he couldn’t stop doing to you?

You shook your head frantically, clenching your eyes shut and balling your hands into fists. Kunikuzushi clicked his tongue, cooing in mock-disappointment. “That’s just mean, baby. First you don’t want to admit we’re in love, now you don’t even want to be seen with me. Next, you’ll want to forget I exist altogether.” He flicked his wrist, and you dug your teeth into the inside of your cheek. “And you remember how well it went for you last time you tried to ditch me, right?”

It was a labored effort, jerky and jolting, but you forced yourself to inhale, to straighten your back, to curl your hands around the corner of the desktop and make a passing effort to ground yourself, but Kunikuzushi wouldn’t let you have your peace for very long. You let out a small sigh as he pulled back, but your relief was short-lived – ripped away from you the moment his fingers found your waistband, slipping into your shorts before you could so much as delusionally hope he'd show you mercy. There was a breathy laugh, two fingers pressed into your clit. “Christ, you’re soaked,” he muttered, his delight audible. “I still can’t believe I turned you into such a fucking slut.”

You tried to shrink into yourself, to cross your arms over the desktop and hide your face, but Kunikuzushi caught you, keeping you upright and leaving you to bury your face in his shoulder. The desk would’ve been more soothing. He was moving too quickly, his arm shifting uncomfortably against your chest as he rubbed tight circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves, as he fell lower – his ring and middle fingers dipping into your drenched pussy in quick, shallow thrusts that only seemed to make you more aware of the slick starting to drip down the inside of your thighs. Your professor was still talking, but the lecture was incomprehensible, drowned out by the wet squelching of Kunikuzushi’s digits thrusting into you, somehow barely audible and skull-crushing deafening all at once. No one else could hear it. It just wasn’t an option; it wasn’t a possibility. You couldn’t let yourself start to think about what would happen if someone else heard it.

He was merciless, grinding the heel of his palm into your clit as his slender fingers pumped into you. He didn’t pause, didn’t experiment, just held himself to the same monotonous, uniform thrusts, punishing you with a brutal pleasure you just couldn’t seem to escape. His fingertips scraped against something soft and needy inside of you and reflexively, your hands shot to his arm, your nails burrowing into his sleeves and biting into his skin. If he felt it, he didn’t seem hurt. Kunikuzushi only laughed, resting his head against yours and falling into a brutal, unfaltering tempo.

Distantly, you heard paper sliding against wood, pages turning, then a low whistle. “Why didn’t you tell me you could draw?” If you’d been able to think, you might’ve been angry. If you’d been able to do anything, you might’ve pulled your notebook away from him and made sure he couldn’t taint any part of you he hadn’t already ruined, but you couldn’t so much as imagine opening your eyes, much less trying to get away from him, again. “It’s cute. If you’re good, I’ll get you a real sketchbook – better than this cheap shit.”

It shouldn’t have felt as patronizing as it was. It shouldn’t have stung, just to know he was looking at something you’d never thought to keep away from him. It shouldn’t have hurt any more than anything he was already doing to you, and yet, you shrunk into yourself, something in your chest withering and dying off as he continued to flip through your notebook, to split you open on his fingers. A third digit was added, his touch now deep enough for you to feel the chill of his rings against your entrance. There was a pang of tension, a slight pain to accompany the stretch, but the buzzing in the back of your mind, the knot pulling tighter and tighter as he pulled his way deeper into you. You curled around him, something hot and piercing rising up from your core, creeping into your veins until—

Until Kunikuzushi pulled away without warning, only pausing momentarily to drag his hand over your thigh and smear your own slick across your skin. If you hadn’t known him so well, if you hadn’t been with him so long, relief might’ve softened your confusion, but you weren’t naïve enough to think that he’d suddenly found a pocket of kindness in his cold, stony heart. He didn’t try to tease you, either, to string you along and make you think that he’d let you go with an anti-climax and a few probing comments. He was cruel, but he didn’t like to waste his time. He didn’t have to pretend he didn’t want to play with his favorite toy.

With a small smile and a darkglint in his eye, he took your notebook and achinglyslowly, slid it off of the desk and watched passively as it toppled to the floor. Seconds after it landed, he sighed, shaking his head before pressing a fleeting kiss into the corner of your mouth. “You’re so clumsy, babe. I just don’t know what you’d do without me.”

Realization dawned on you like blood rising into the back of your throat. You hugged his arm closer to your chest, hoping beyond hope that he’d see your distress and for once, hold himself back from taking what he wanted. “Kuni, please don’t do—”

“Save it.” He didn’t even hesitate, tearing his arm out of your vice-grip without so much as a trace of strain. “You can thank me when we get home.”

You didn’t get another chance to protest before he dipped down, slipping out of his seat and below the desk. You spared a glance in either direction. You were in an aisle seat. Your row was mostly empty, and you could only hope that the people sitting behind you couldn’t see Kunikuzushi between your legs, his mouth already pressed into the inside of your thigh. Without someone to hold onto, you were left to cross your arms over your chest and try to school your own expression, to look like you hadn’t just had your orgasm torn away from you, like your ex-turned-overly-attached boyfriend wasn’t on his knees with his face buried between your legs. It was a small comfort, knowing he couldn’t do anything worse than this, not unless he wanted to bend you over the teacher’s desk and fuck you with an audience.

It was terrifying, knowing he couldn’t possibly do anything worse than this.

Your breath hitched as you felt his fingers curl underneath your shorts, dragging the flimsy material down your legs and letting it pool around your ankles. You were wearing an oversized shirt, and your jacket was long enough to obscure everything above your mid-thigh, but you still shuddered, still had to fight the temptation to snap your thighs shut as soon as you felt the cool air against your slick cunt. Kunikuzushi was quick to block that out, too. You felt the flat of his tongue lap over your entrance, a soundless moan reverberating against your pussy and up the length of your spine. This time, when you bit down on the inside of your cheek, you didn’t stop until you tasted blood.

Now, now, he decided to draw out your agony. You could feel his searing breath against your pussy as he chewed bruises into your thighs, painting love bites across your vulnerable skin that you could only hope wouldn’t be visible when you were finally able to shamble out of this lecture hall as a mangled, fucked-out wreck. When your legs twitched, his hands found their way to your ankles, pinning your feet to the ground as he latched onto your clit, dragging his tongue in loose, careless patterns as he sucked gently – giving you enough stimulation to leave you irritated and antsy but still withholding any anything real, anything satisfying. If you’d been in his bed, or on his kitchen counter, or laid across the backseat of the car he barely knew how to drive, you could’ve hidden your face in his sheets or clawed at his shoulders or screamed bloody murderer while he sucked and licked himself into a pussy-drunk stupor. You were never overly vocal – you couldn’t be, when you knew Kunikuzushi would take and abuse anything you said under the influence of his harsh affection– but now, you couldn’t afford to so much as tear-up, to rake your fingers through his hair, to whimper as his tongue thrust into you, just as awful as his fingers and twice as hot. You made the mistake of glancing towards him, of letting him catch your eye as a wide, arrogant smirk spread across his parted lips, a dark flush now painted across his pale cheeks. You looked away as quickly as you could, but it didn’t matter. His hands came up to your knees as he dragged your legs apart, giving himself more space to work between them. That had to be the worst thing about Kunikuzushi. No matter what you did, no matter how little you gave him, he’d always find a way to get off on it, to convince himself it was just your little way of retuning his fucked-up love.

Desperate for something to latch onto, you crossed your arms over the desktop and clawed at the polished wood. The bridge of Kunikuzushi’s nose ground against your clit and you buckled into yourself, burying your face in your arms and forgetting for just a fraction of a second to care whether or not you’d ever be able to show your face in public again. It took long, agonizing seconds to find the strength to raise your head, to frantically glance around the lecture hall for something, anything that would help you block out what he was doing to your body. Rather than a saving grace, you found a head of bright, ginger hair a few rows in front of you, the chair next to its owner vacant. Ajax, already staring over his shoulder, his piercing eyes wide and his expression blank with horror. As your gaze met his, as Kunikuzushi let out another throaty moan, the pressure mounted, that string of tension in your core snapping before you could attempt to hold yourself together. With your teeth grit and tears streaming down your cheeks, you came undone on Kunikuzushi’s tongue, a breathless whine forcing its way out of your throat as you collapsed back into your arms, completely limp.

Kunikuzushi nursed you through it, taking long moments to untangle himself from you, to press another kiss against your thigh, to pull your shorts back into place. You didn’t care. You were numb, your body humming with an awful sort of static, only interrupted by the weight of Kunikuzushi’s hand against the small of your back as he hauled himself back into his seat, pulling his sleeve across his mouth. Your notebook was still at your feet, splayed open and abandoned. You couldn’t seem to bring yourself to pick it up.

There was a kiss to your shoulder, then the top of your head. “Is it time to get out of here?”

You forced yourself to nod. You felt his arms wrap around you, one stringing under your knees and the other bracing against your back, keeping you pressed into his chest as he side-stepped back into the aisle and started for the door. A few students turned their heads, a couple stopping to ask if you were alright, but Kunikuzushi ignored them. Whatever. It wasn’t like you’d ever see any of these people again.

Kunikuzushi was taking you home, and as far as he seemed concerned, you’d never be leaving again.

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naomeii · 5 months

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Eclipsed Hearts.

—Pairings: Diluc x F!Reader x Kaeya

(a/n : i keep hurting kaeya cuz he reminds me too much of certain someone- oof. // definitely not reflecting my own messed up love life in the fics *cough* *cough*)

Content : Angst, toxic relationships, cheating, drinking, smut, f!reader, oral (f!receiving), modern au.

Synopsis : Kaeya and Diluc, find themselves entangled in a love triangle with Y/n. Diluc, harboring feelings for Y/n, steps aside when Kaeya confesses his love. However, as the years pass and college life introduces new challenges, Kaeya's immaturity leads to toxicity in their relationship with Y/n.

Diluc couldn't forget the day they moved into the neighborhood. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the streets as boxes were being carried into the new house. He was helping his parents, carrying items from the car when he caught sight of a figure peeking from behind a nearby fence. It was Y/n, a curious expression on her face as she observed him working.

As he made eye contact and waved, Y/n's cheeks flushed, and she quickly ducked out of sight. There was something about her shyness that tugged at Diluc's heartstrings. Little did he know, that moment would linger in his mind for years to come.

The next encounter was when Y/n's mother insisted she take over a box of homemade confectioneries as a welcoming gift. This time, it was Kaeya who opened the door. His mischievous blue eyes widened in surprise at the offering, and a playful grin spread across his face as he accepted it.

"Hey there! You must be our new neighbor. I'm Kaeya, nice to meet you!" he greeted cheerfully.

Y/n couldn't help but smile at his friendly demeanor, and that simple interaction sparked the beginning of their friendship. Days turned into weeks, and soon, the trio found themselves spending more time together, sharing laughs, secrets, and growing closer.

As the years passed, the trio's bond strengthened, but the dynamics were shifting beneath the surface. Kaeya's feelings for Y/n were becoming increasingly evident to Diluc, and though he had long buried his own emotions, it didn't make the situation any easier.

One day, as they sat on the rooftop of Y/n's house, Kaeya couldn't help but gaze at Y/n with a soft smile. "You know, Y/n, there's something about you that makes every moment brighter," he confessed, his usually playful demeanor giving way to a rare sincerity.

Diluc, who was sitting next to them, raised an eyebrow. "Kaeya, since when did you become so sentimental?" he teased, masking the sting in his heart.

Kaeya shot him a look, a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "I'm being serious for once, brother. Y/n, I... I really like you."

Y/n, surprised but not entirely unaware of Kaeya's growing feelings, blushed. "Kaeya, you're such a goofball, but I like you too."

Diluc's heart sank, but he managed to maintain a facade of indifference. He teased Kaeya mercilessly after that, making light of his brother's newfound romance. Yet, every joke felt like a stab, a reminder of what could have been.

Despite the pain he felt, Diluc couldn't bring himself to resent Kaeya or Y/n. Kaeya, in his own way, genuinely cared for Y/n, and Y/n was happy. Diluc buried his feelings deeper, a silent sacrifice for the sake of their friendship.

One evening, as they strolled through the neighborhood, Diluc couldn't shake the ache in his chest. "You two are disgustingly sweet, you know that?" he remarked, his tone playful.

Kaeya smirked, throwing an arm around Y/n's shoulders. "It's called being in love, dear brother. You should try it sometime."

Y/n laughed, and Diluc, despite the pain, smiled. "Maybe one day, Kaeya. Just maybe."

As they entered college, the once harmonious dynamic between Kaeya, Y/n, and Diluc began to show signs of strain. The demands of their studies, coupled with the distance from their childhood home, started to take a toll on their relationship.

Living in separate apartments, Kaeya and Diluc found themselves sharing a space again, but this time, it was different. Arguments became frequent, mostly stemming from Kaeya's carefree lifestyle clashing with Diluc's more serious nature. Y/n, caught in the middle, tried her best to mediate but often ended up feeling torn between her two closest friends.

Late-night conversations turned into heated disagreements, and more often than not, Y/n would storm out of Kaeya's apartment, tears streaming down her face. It had become a routine, and Diluc couldn't bear to see her hurt, but he was also grappling with his own conflicted emotions.

Watching Y/n leave yet again, Diluc sighed, knowing that Kaeya's immaturity was causing the rift. He had always harbored feelings for Y/n, but he had buried them to preserve their friendship. However, seeing her distressed because of Kaeya tore at his resolve.

He paced back and forth in their apartment, his thoughts in turmoil. Should he intervene? Confess his feelings? But the fear of ruining what little harmony remained between them held him back.

Finally, making a decision, Diluc grabbed his jacket and hurried after Y/n. He found her sitting on a bench a few blocks away, tears still staining her cheeks.

"Y/n," he called softly, sitting beside her.

She looked up, surprised to see him. "Diluc? What are you doing here?"

"I couldn't just let you leave like that," he admitted, his usual stoic facade softening. "Are you okay?"

Y/n nodded, but her eyes betrayed her emotions. "I don't know what to do, Diluc. Everything feels so complicated."

He hesitated, then gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "I know it's hard, but you don't have to face this alone. We'll figure it out together, alright?"

Diluc found solace in the reminiscing, a bittersweet comfort amidst the turmoil. Y/n's tear-stained face slowly transformed into a faint smile as they recollected the simpler times of their childhood. The only sound being the soft rustle of leaves and occasional cars passing by.

"It feels like a different lifetime, doesn't it?" Y/n mused, wiping away the remnants of her tears.

"It does," Diluc agreed softly. "Back when our biggest worry was the flavor of ice cream we'd get."

A gentle breeze swept through, causing a stray strand of Y/n's hair to dance across her face. Without thinking, Diluc reached out and tucked it behind her ear, a gesture born of care and familiarity.

Y/n's surprised gaze met his, and for a moment, the air filled with unspoken words. Diluc, realizing the intimacy of his action, quickly withdrew his hand, an apology forming on his lips.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—" he began, but Y/n interrupted with a gentle touch on his arm.

"It's okay, Diluc," she said softly, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "Thank you."

Their gazes lingered, a multitude of emotions passing between them in that fleeting moment. Diluc's heart raced, unsure of how to navigate his unspoken feelings. He wanted to say more, to express the years of hidden affection, but the weight of their friendship held him back.

"I should probably get you back home," he finally spoke, a hint of regret tainting his words.

Y/n nodded, a mix of understanding and curiosity in her eyes. As they walked back in silence, the evening's revelations hung heavy in the air, leaving Diluc grappling with his emotions, uncertain of what the future held for their tangled relationships.

The apartment was draped in an uneasy silence as Diluc quietly entered, his eyes avoiding the piercing gaze of his brother. Kaeya sat on the couch, his attention seemingly fixated on the TV, but his mind clearly preoccupied with thoughts that mirrored Diluc's own.

"Where were you?" Kaeya's question cut through the stillness, the undertone revealing a mixture of concern and insecurity.

"Out for a walk," Diluc replied, his voice steady but devoid of its usual warmth. He knew Kaeya was aware that he went after Y/n, and the unspoken tension in the room thickened.

"Really? At this hour? At least find a good excuse when you're trying to lie," Kaeya retorted, his frustration evident.

Diluc's jaw clenched, irritation simmering beneath the surface. He resisted the urge to snap back, realizing that this wasn't just about the late-night stroll. The unresolved issues between them were casting a shadow over the apartment.

Ignoring Kaeya's continued probing, Diluc retreated to his room, closing the door behind him. The walls seemed to close in as he grappled with conflicting emotions. Kaeya's accusations stung, but the real source of pain lay in the unspoken truth that Diluc had been avoiding for too long.

Kaeya, too, sat in the dimly lit living room, a frown creasing his features. He knew Diluc's feelings for Y/n ran deep, hidden beneath layers of brotherly camaraderie. The discovery of Y/n's picture in Diluc's diary once had been a revelation he chose to keep to himself, a silent acknowledgment of a truth that could shatter the fragile balance they had maintained.

As the night wore on, the brothers remained ensnared in the unspoken tensions that swirled between them, each grappling with their own insecurities and unexpressed desires.

Later in the middle of the night the soft glow of Kaeya's phone illuminated the darkened room as he swiftly typed out a casual "hey" to someone. His actions were shrouded in secrecy, a clandestine exchange that echoed the shadows of deceit.

Minutes later, the door closed quietly behind Kaeya as he slipped out of the apartment, leaving behind an atmosphere thick with unspoken tension. He navigated the quiet streets, his steps laden with guilt and a tangled web of conflicting emotions.

As Kaeya walked, his mind replayed fragments of his relationship with Y/n—the arguments, the unresolved conflicts, the fragile trust that teetered on the edge of doubt. His affair with another woman was a secret he buried deep within, a clandestine escape from the complexities of his relationship with Y/n.

Despite the trust she placed in him, their relationship had become a battleground of misunderstandings and disagreements, leaving Kaeya seeking solace in moments that promised temporary respite from the turmoil.

Arriving at a nondescript location, Kaeya's heart clenched with a mixture of guilt and desperation. His actions were veiled in secrecy, a facade carefully constructed to shield his indiscretions from the piercing gaze of the one he professed to care for.

The night enveloped him in a shroud of secrecy as he stepped into the dimly lit establishment, seeking solace in the embrace of someone who offered fleeting comfort amidst the chaos of his tangled emotions.

In the following days, Y/n remained unaware of Kaeya's clandestine activities. Oblivious to his indiscretions, she poured her heart into mending the frayed threads of their relationship. Determined to reconcile the rifts that had formed between them, she approached Kaeya with a genuine desire to heal their bond.

Their conversations became more heartfelt, sprinkled with laughter and moments of genuine connection. Y/n's efforts seemed to bear fruit as Kaeya reciprocated, his demeanor softer, his words carrying a sincerity that momentarily masked the shadows lurking beneath the surface.

They took walks in the park, shared meals together, and engaged in heartfelt conversations that hinted at a semblance of normalcy returning to their relationship. Y/n's heart swelled with hope, believing that perhaps they were finally moving past the storm that had clouded their connection.

Kaeya, too, found solace in these moments, the guilt of his actions momentarily pushed aside by the warmth of Y/n's efforts to mend their relationship. He immersed himself in these fleeting moments of tranquility, longing for a semblance of peace amidst the chaos he had wrought.

However, beneath the facade of reconciliation, lies the unspoken truth that threatened to unravel everything. The shadows of Kaeya's infidelity lingered, a ticking time bomb poised to shatter the fragile peace they were trying so desperately to rebuild.

As the days passed, the tension simmered beneath the surface, casting a looming shadow over their efforts to mend what was broken.

The following week there was a party for one of their mutual friend and the three were invited along with others, the night was alive with music and laughter as Y/n, Kaeya, and Diluc found themselves at a lively party. The atmosphere seemed to resonate with joy, momentarily pushing aside the shadows that lingered within their intertwined relationships. The trio immersed themselves in the festivities, trying to relive the carefree moments of their past.

As the night progressed, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Kaeya's discomfort was evident, his usual charm overshadowed by an unspoken tension. Concern etched across her face, she leaned towards Kaeya and gently asked, "Is everything okay, Kaeya? Do you want to go home?"

Kaeya, attempting to mask his unease, dismissed her concern with a forced smile. "I'm fine. Just need a moment," he replied, excusing himself to the restroom.

But Y/n, intuition guiding her, noticed Kaeya heading in the opposite direction. Suspicion gnawed at her, and without a second thought, she discreetly followed him, weaving through the vibrant crowd until she overheard a conversation that shattered the illusion of their mended relationship.

"I told you! I'm done with you. Things are fine between Y/n and me now, so leave me alone, we're done" Kaeya's voice, laced with frustration and anger, sliced through the air. Y/n's heart sank as the weight of his words settled in, and she noticed a woman standing close to Kaeya, way to close for her likings, and she connected the dots.

Staggering back to the heart of the party, her emotions in turmoil, Y/n sought refuge in a cascade of shots, the bitter liquid offering a temporary escape. Diluc, sensing her distress, intercepted her path, a furrow forming on his brow. "Y/n?" he called out, concern etched across his face.

She looked up, her eyes clouded with a mix of pain and confusion. "Diluc," she muttered, her voice trembling. "I thought… I thought things were getting better."

Diluc, his gaze piercing through the facade of the lively party, guided Y/n to a quieter corner. "What happened? Tell me," he urged, his concern deepening as he sensed the unraveling of their carefully constructed reality.

Y/n just shrugged, intoxicated already, as her words were slurred, "Take me home please."

Diluc's worry intensified as he noticed Y/n's slurred words and the haze of intoxication clouding her usual clarity. Without hesitation, he nodded solemnly, supporting her as they made their way out of the party.

The night air was a sharp contrast to the chaotic energy of the gathering, the silence enveloping them as they ventured back towards their apartment. Y/n leaned on Diluc, her thoughts a tangled mess amidst the alcohol-induced haze.

They walked in a heavy silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Diluc's concern for Y/n deepened, his mind grappling with the weight of the situation. He wanted to ask, to understand, but the inebriated state Y/n was in made him choose silence, allowing her the space she needed in that moment.

Upon reaching their apartment, Diluc guided Y/n inside, settling her down with a glass of water. She sat on the couch, her eyes distant, the events of the night casting a shadow over her usual vivacious spirit.

"Are you okay?" Diluc finally ventured, his voice gentle, yet filled with worry.

Y/n's response was a weary nod, her gaze fixed on a distant point. "I just want to forget tonight," she mumbled, her words tinged with both sadness and frustration.

Diluc sighed softly, a mix of emotions swirling within him. He wanted to erase the pain etched on her face, to shield her from the hurt caused by the unraveling of their relationships. But in that moment, all he could offer was quiet companionship.

Sitting beside her, he draped a blanket over Y/n's shoulders, a silent gesture of comfort.

The apartment was draped in an unsettling silence, disrupted only by the occasional sound of Y/n's stifled sniffling. Diluc sat beside her, the air heavy with unspoken words. The glow of their phones intermittently broke the stillness as notifications from Kaeya flooded in.

Diluc picked up his phone, the screen ablaze with messages from his brother. The words flickered with concern, confusion, and a hint of desperation. Each message intensified the guilt that gnawed at Diluc. He hesitated for a moment, conflicted, before crafting a calculated response.

"Hey, have you seen Y/n?" Kaeya's message read. Diluc replied, his fingers moving deliberately across the screen, "I don't know. I haven't seen her, I left the party early." The next message came quickly, "Diluc? Where are you?" "I'm out for some fresh air. Don't worry about it," Diluc replied, a lie dripping from his words. "Are you and Y/n together?" Diluc's jaw clenched, the weight of deception settling in. "No, we're not. I don't know where she is either."

The messages kept coming, each one more desperate than the last. Diluc, feeling a mix of guilt and frustration, decided to take a drastic step. He turned off his phone, then reached over to Y/n's, silencing the incessant buzzing.

The room fell into a profound silence once again, the digital world shut out as Diluc contemplated the consequences of his actions. Y/n, still lost in her thoughts, remained oblivious to the web of lies being woven around her.

"You know, I loved you when I first saw you," Y/n murmured breaking the silence, her words slurred with the effects of the alcohol. Diluc's heart skipped a beat at Y/n's confession, her words lingering in the air like a delicate melody. He felt her soft touch cupping his face, her intoxicated gaze meeting his.

Diluc's breath caught in his throat. "W-what?" he stammered, unable to conceal the surprise and a flicker of hope that danced in his eyes.

Y/n giggled, her laughter echoing in the quiet room. She leaned into him, her words a cascade of raw emotions. "Yeah, but I thought you didn't feel the same, so I moved on."

The confession hung in the air, a revelation that seemed to stretch the boundaries of time. Diluc, grappling with the weight of her words, felt a rush of conflicting emotions. The revelation opened a door to a past that he had carefully locked away.

Still intoxicated, Y/n huffed, her expression thoughtful. "I wonder if things would've been different if…"

Diluc's curiosity peaked. "If what?" he pressed, the air thick with unspoken possibilities.

"If I didn't move on," Y/n mused, her gaze distant, lost in a world of 'what-ifs.'

Y/n's words flowed in a gentle, intoxicated cadence, her eyes glazed with memories of a distant past. "I thought your red hair was so pretty," she confessed softly, her voice carrying a wistful tone. "When you were carrying the boxes and caught me peeking, I froze on the spot."

Diluc's heart fluttered at her words, a rush of emotions surging within him. Her confession painted a vivid picture of their intertwined past, bringing to light emotions he had long buried.

Y/n, now lost in reminiscence, continued, "You looked so serious, but there was something in your eyes… I don't know, I just couldn't look away."

Her words wrapped around Diluc, unraveling the layers of his guarded heart. The memories of their shared past flooded his mind, a kaleidoscope of moments he had cherished and kept hidden.

"I remember that day," he admitted quietly, a hint of vulnerability seeping into his tone. "I was nervous, moving into a new neighborhood and caught someone watching me."

Y/n's gaze met his, a mixture of nostalgia and newfound understanding in her eyes. "I didn't think you'd remember," she said, a small smile playing on her lips.

Diluc's lips curved into a tender smile. "How could I forget?" he murmured, the weight of unspoken emotions lingering between them.

Y/n, her mood lightening, decided to break the emotional tension with a playful joke. "I mean, who would've thought, right?" she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Me, falling for the guy carrying boxes like some romance novel cliche."

Diluc chuckled, the weight in the room lifting with her lighthearted remark. "Well, if life were a romance novel, we'd be in for quite the plot twist."

Y/n grinned, her laughter echoing in the room. "Plot twist? More like a rollercoaster with unexpected loops and turns."

As their banter continued, Diluc found himself caught in the current of shared memories and newfound openness. The air, still tinged with laughter, carried a sense of vulnerability that lingered between them.

He glanced at Y/n, her eyes sparkling with the remnants of intoxication, and a sudden surge of courage overcame him. "You know," he began, his tone sincere, "that day, when I caught you looking at me, something changed for me too."

Y/n's gaze shifted to him, curiosity replacing the playful glint in her eyes. "Changed? How so?"

Diluc took a deep breath, his words weighed with a vulnerability he seldom revealed. "I fell for you that same day, Y/n. But… I was scared. Scared of ruining our friendship, scared of what it might mean. So, I kept it to myself."

Y/n's expression softened, a mix of surprise and understanding in her eyes. "You… liked me back then?"

Diluc nodded, a rueful smile playing on his lips. "More than I'd like to admit. But I didn't want to complicate things."

Y/n, despite the intoxication, sensed the sincerity in Diluc's words. She reached over, gently placing a hand on his, a silent acknowledgment of the shared emotions that had long remained unspoken.

In the hushed aftermath of their confessions, Diluc's gaze inadvertently drifted to Y/n's lips. A subtle tension hung in the air, charged with unspoken desires that had lingered beneath the surface for far too long.

Y/n, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, felt her heartbeat quicken. The room seemed to contract, leaving only the shared vulnerability and the unspoken tension that wove a delicate web between them.

Diluc gulped, the weight of his unspoken feelings pulsating in the charged air. His eyes lingered on Y/n's lips for a fleeting moment, a silent admission of the desires he had long suppressed.

The silence stretched, a breath caught in the precipice of anticipation. The confessions, the shared history, and the unspoken currents of attraction converged in that suspended moment.

Y/n, her own heart racing, met Diluc's gaze with a mixture of understanding and a hint of something more. The delicate dance between them, once obscured by fear and hesitation, now unfolded in the quiet space they had created.

It was a moment suspended in time, a culmination of unspoken desires and shared emotions. Diluc, emboldened by the absence of discomfort in Y/n's response, closed the distance between them.

Their lips met in a gentle collision, a tender exploration that ignited a familiar spark, reigniting the embers of feelings long suppressed. The kiss became an intricate dance, their tongues engaged in a silent conversation, each movement a testament to the depth of their unspoken desires.

Y/n, feeling the rush of emotions, snaked her hand around Diluc's neck, pulling him closer, a silent plea for more. Diluc, overcome by the whirlwind of old feelings resurfacing, responded with a delicate urgency.

As the kiss deepened, a rush of familiarity intertwined with the rush of something new. Diluc gently guided Y/n back, the cushions of the couch providing a soft landing. Their embrace grew more passionate, the past and present colliding in a whirlwind of emotions and unspoken truths.

Y/n's hands moved with a deliberate slowness, undoing the buttons of Diluc's shirt one by one.

Diluc's hands roamed, a gentle exploration of Y/n's body. Fingers traced the contours of her skin, mapping the familiar terrain as if committing every curve to memory. The silence between them spoke volumes, a language of shared desire and unspoken understanding.

As the last button gave way, Diluc's shirt hung open, revealing a vulnerability that mirrored the emotions swirling within them. Y/n's gaze met his, a silent confirmation to continue, Diluc opened her shirt andas the fabric slipped away, revealing the canvas of Y/n's vulnerability. Diluc's gaze lingered on her, a mixture of desire and appreciation.

Diluc's lips traced a delicate path along Y/n's skin, planting gentle kisses that reverberated with a whisper of adoration. Each tender touch conveyed a silent admiration, a tribute to the beauty laid bare before him.

"So beautiful," he murmured softly against her skin, the words a breathless affirmation of the emotions stirring within him. His voice carried a tender reverence, as if acknowledging the intricacies of the moment they shared.

Y/n's breath hitched at his words, a rush of emotions coursing through her.

"Please love me, Diluc." Y/n's whispered plea hung in the air, a vulnerable admission that resonated with the depth of their shared intimacy. Diluc, his heart responding to the raw emotion in her voice, looked into her eyes, his own filled with a mixture of understanding and tenderness.

He cradled her face in his hands, his touch gentle yet possessive. "I already do," he confessed, his voice a soft murmur that mirrored the vulnerability of the moment.

Y/n's hands grazed through his hair, fingers threading the strands with a quiet desperation.

Diluc leaned down and wrapped his lips around Y/n's nipple, and his right hand continued to tease her other nipple between his pointer and middle finger. She whimpered feeling the cold touch on her sensitive area. Diluc then gently grazed his teeth against her nipple.

"Stop teasing..", She whimpered

Diluc, pulled away, making a pop sound, his gaze fixed on her, couldn't help but chuckle softly at her plea. "Teasing you?" He feigned innocence, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "I wouldn't dream of it."

Y/n peeked out from behind the cushion, her eyes dancing with a mix of amusement and a hint of anticipation. "Sure.." she countered, a smile playing on her lips.

Diluc moved closer, a soft grin tugging at his lips. "Okay, okay," he relented, his tone light but filled with affection. "No more teasing."

His lips traced a trail of soft kisses from Y/n's stomach down to her thighs. Each gentle caress sent shivers through her, a silent acknowledgment of the heightened intimacy they were exploring.

Y/n's breath caught, her fingers instinctively threading through Diluc's hair. The air was charged with a blend of desire and anticipation, a symphony of sensations that echoed the unspoken connection between them.

Diluc, his movements deliberate and tender, mapped the contours of Y/n's skin with a reverence that transcended words.

As he reached her sweet cunt, which was already dripping, he couldn't help but muse, "Already so wet for me?"

"S-shut up," She tried closing her thighs, but Diluc firmly held them apart, "Not so soon, love"

As he lifts her thighs, gently placing it on his shoulders, he then sucked and licked her cunt with a gentle insistence, as if savoring the taste of a cherished elixir. Y/n's breath caught at the intensity of the sensation, a shiver running down her spine. The air thickened with a heady mixture of desire and the unspoken connection that enveloped them.

Diluc, lost in the moment, continued his ministrations, Y/n felt a familiar knot forming in her stomach, as fingers tangled in Diluc's hair, gripping it with a newfound intensity.

"Diluc I- I'm close..", Y/n gasps, a mess of muffled moans flow, as he flicks his tongue over her clit harder, faster, alternating between circles, sides, ups and downs.

Moaning against her clit, Diluc licks all around her entrance and swollen nub, only slowing pace when he feels her hands tug harsh at his strands, an enticing moan filling the room.

He allows Y/n to ride out her high, as his hand grazes the inside of her thighs as she collected herself. He looks up as he glances at the throbbing cunt once again, and wipes his face. "Such a good girl for me", He teases.

Diluc's teasing words hung in the air, a playful provocation that added a layer of intimacy to the charged atmosphere. Y/n, her grip still firm in his hair, met his gaze with a mixture of amusement and desire.

"Oh, am I now?" she countered, a playful glint in her eyes as she leaned in closer.

Diluc chuckled, his voice a low murmur. "Very good," he affirmed, his words carrying a subtle intensity that mirrored the growing connection between them.

"But Diluc, I wanna make you feel good too," she expressed, her voice a delicate whisper that echoed in the room.

Diluc, meeting her gaze with a softness in his eyes, gently cupped her face. "No, Y/n, it isn't about me tonight," he responded, his tone carrying a quiet assurance. "Tonight is about you."

Their exchange became a poignant moment of shared vulnerability and selflessness. In the quiet space they had created, the unspoken understanding hung heavy, a mutual acknowledgment of the depth of their connection.

The room, now a haven of shared intimacy, held an atmosphere of tenderness and trust. Diluc's choice to prioritize Y/n's pleasure became a silent declaration of the genuine connection they shared, transcending the physical into something more profound.

The soft morning light bathed the room, casting a gentle glow on Y/n, still peacefully asleep after the night of shared intimacy. Diluc, having ensured she was comfortably cleaned up, stood by the bedside, a mixture of tenderness and determination in his eyes.

He bent down, pressing a gentle kiss on Y/n's forehead, a silent promise lingering in the touch. "I'll come by later," he whispered softly, as if affirming the unspoken connection that had unfolded between them.

Diluc took a moment to gaze at Y/n, the vulnerability of sleep casting her in a delicate light. With a final, lingering look, he straightened up, a sense of purpose guiding his movements.

The room, once a sanctuary of shared moments, now held the echoes of their connection. Diluc quietly gathered his belongings, leaving behind the quiet assurance of his presence.

As Diluc reached his apartment, his disheveled appearance betraying the events of the night, found Kaeya sitting on the doorstep of their home. The worry etched on Kaeya's face was unmistakable as his eyes scanned Diluc's disarrayed hair and the faint traces of lingering intimacy.

"Where did you go last night, Diluc?" Kaeya asked, his voice laced with concern, yet tinged with a hint of confusion. The realization seemed to dawn on him as he took in his brother's appearance, noting the subtle signs that suggested Diluc had spent the night with someone.

Diluc, weighing his words carefully, met Kaeya's gaze. "I had some things to take care of," he replied, a vague answer that did little to ease Kaeya's worry.

Kaeya, still trying to piece together the puzzle, furrowed his brow. "Things? Diluc, you look like you've been through more than just 'things,'" he remarked, the worry deepening in his eyes.

Diluc, maintaining a stoic demeanor, offered no further explanation.

Kaeya's worry deepened as he pressed Diluc for answers. "Why didn't you answer my calls? Nor my texts?" he questioned, a mix of concern and confusion in his voice. "I understand if you were with someone, but still..."

Diluc, feeling the weight of Kaeya's scrutiny, bit his tongue, torn between his loyalty to his brother and the unspoken events of the night with Y/n. The worry in Kaeya's eyes mirrored the unease in Diluc's heart.

"Y/n isn't answering my calls and texts either," Kaeya continued, his concern now extending to their shared friend. "She left without saying anything. I'm worried for her."

Diluc, caught in a web of conflicting emotions, hesitated before responding. "I haven't heard from her either," he admitted, careful not to reveal too much.

Kaeya, fueled with worry then declared that he would go meet Y/n himself. Before Diluc could interject, Kaeya swiftly left, leaving a lingering tension in the air.

As Kaeya reached Y/n's home, he rang the bell, anxiety coursing through him.

As Y/n faced Kaeya at the door, her expression masked the turmoil within. Kaeya, oblivious to the fact that she had overheard his infidelity, attempted to explain his worry. "Y/n, what happened? Why did you leave without a word? Are you okay?"

Y/n, wrestling with the betrayal she had witnessed, forced a tight-lipped smile. "I'm fine, Kaeya. I just needed some time alone," she replied, her voice betraying none of the hurt she felt.

Kaeya, sensing the distance in her demeanor, persisted. "But why didn't you answer my calls or texts? I was worried about you."

Her facade cracked momentarily, a flicker of hurt in her eyes. "I... I needed some space, Kaeya. I'll be fine," she assured him, her words carefully chosen to hide the anguish she harbored.

A realization dawned on Kaeya as he looked at Y/n's face, noting the subtle signs that mirrored his brother's appearance. The swollen lips, the distant gaze – it all clicked into place. The pieces of the puzzle fell together, revealing a connection that he hadn't considered before.

He remembered the silent phones, the early departure from the party, and now, the shared physical traces between Y/n and his brother. The weight of the revelation settled in, and Kaeya's expression shifted from concern to a mixture of shock and realization.

"Oh," he mumbled, the truth hitting him like a sudden revelation. The unspoken understanding unfolded before him, the shared secret that had eluded his awareness.

Y/n, sensing Kaeya's realization, met his gaze with a guarded expression. The air between them held a heavy silence, pregnant with the unspoken acknowledgment of the events that transpired the night before.

Kaeya's voice trembled with a mixture of shock, hurt, and disbelief. "You... cheated on me with my own brother?" His words hung in the air, barely above a whisper, heavy with the weight of the truth he had just uncovered.

Y/n, faced with the accusation veiled in disbelief, struggled to find words to explain. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on her, her heart pounding with the realization that the secret had been unveiled.

"I..." she began, her voice faltering as she grappled with the turmoil of the situation.

Kaeya's expression betrayed a mixture of pain and betrayal, his emotions raw and unguarded. The silence between them seemed to stretch, a tense pause filled with unspoken questions and shattered trust.

As Diluc arrived at the scene, a sense of impending turmoil weighed heavily in the air. Kaeya stood, his facade barely holding, emotions swirling beneath the surface. Y/n, aware of the gravity of the situation, stood there awkwardly, lost for words.

The tension was palpable, and Diluc could sense the brewing storm. He stepped forward, his expression a mixture of concern and apprehension, taking in the scene before him.

"Kaeya…" Diluc began, his voice laced with urgency, attempting to diffuse the mounting tension. "Let's talk, please." His gaze shifted between his brother and Y/n, a silent plea for a moment of understanding and resolution.

Kaeya's emotions were a tempest on the verge of breaking, his voice wavering as he struggled to process the revelation. "Did this really happen?" he managed to utter, his gaze shifting between Y/n and Diluc, seeking an explanation.

Y/n, caught in the swirling emotions of the moment, was suddenly reminded of Kaeya's previous infidelity. The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning, and she clenched her fists, a surge of anger and hurt welling up within her.

The atmosphere, already heavy with tension, became charged with the complexities of their shared history. Y/n's gaze shifted between Diluc and Kaeya, a storm of conflicting emotions playing out on her face.

"You cheated on me first," she blurted out, her voice laced with a mixture of accusation and pain.

Y/n's words cut through the charged atmosphere, a final declaration that severed the last remnants of trust between them. "Our relationship ended the moment you warmed another woman's bed, Kaeya. You do not have the right to say anything anymore." Her voice, a mixture of pain and resolve, echoed in the air.

Kaeya, faced with the consequences of his actions and the revelation that Y/n had overheard his conversation with the other woman, felt the weight of his mistakes crashing down on him. The gravity of the situation became palpable, and he stood there, a shattered expression revealing the depth of his remorse.

As Y/n closed the door behind her, the weight of the situation settled heavily within her. Her emotions were a tumultuous storm, unsure of where to settle amidst the chaos. Meanwhile, Diluc and Kaeya walked back home, the silence between them deafening.

Once they reached home, Kaeya broke the heavy silence, his voice tinged with remorse. "Treat her better than I did," he uttered, a mix of regret and resignation in his words. Diluc glanced at his brother, his gaze reflecting sympathy for the predicament they found themselves in.

"Diluc, our relationship is past repair.. there's nothing her and I could do. I messed up," Kaeya continued, the weight of his actions heavy on his shoulders.

Diluc, his voice a mixture of understanding and concern, responded softly, "We both did, Kaeya. It's not just you." He acknowledged the shared responsibility they held in the events that transpired.

In the months that followed, Diluc and Kaeya worked on rebuilding their brotherly relationship, each making an effort to bridge the gaps that had formed between them. Kaeya, wistful and remorseful, encouraged Diluc to pursue his feelings for Y/n, urging him not to repeat the mistakes they had made in the past.

As time passed, Kaeya and Y/n eventually found closure in their relationship, having come to terms with their shared history. Meanwhile, Diluc and Y/n's bond gradually deepened, blossoming into a love that had been simmering beneath the surface for years.

Fast forward five years, at the wedding, Kaeya stood as one of the best men, witnessing Y/n's radiant presence. Her gaze, unwavering and filled with warmth, remained fixated on Diluc as she walked down the aisle, holding a bouquet of flowers.

As Y/n smiled shyly at Diluc, a pang of regret tugged at Kaeya's heart. He wished things had been different, that he had been stronger and resisted the temporary temptations that led him away from his chance at lasting happiness.

"Forever looks good on her," Kaeya whispered to himself, his gaze lingering on the couple exchanging vows. The ache of missed opportunities echoed within him, a silent plea for a different path taken.

In the evening, amidst the celebration, Diluc and Y/n, now happily married, gracefully interacted with their guests. Their joy was palpable, radiating as they engaged in lively conversations and shared heartfelt moments.

Kaeya, despite masking his own hurt, teased the newlyweds with playful banter, a facade to cover the ache in his heart. He adorned his words with humor and jest, ensuring the atmosphere remained light and cheerful for the couple.

"Ah, look at the lovebirds," Kaeya chimed in, flashing a playful grin. "Don't you two ever get tired of looking so incredibly in love?"

Diluc and Y/n exchanged a knowing glance, their smiles warm and genuine. "Never," Y/n replied, her eyes sparkling with happiness as she glanced at Diluc.

Kaeya continued to tease, diverting attention away from his own emotions, determined not to cast a shadow over the joyous occasion.

As the evening unfolded, amidst laughter and merriment, Kaeya ensured that the spotlight remained on the happiness of the newlyweds, even if it meant concealing his own heartache.

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buzzkillers · 10 months

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WHITE HOUSE DOWN

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Black!Reader

Summary: You and Hobie fuck after he kills the President of the United States: Norman Osborne.

Tags|Warnings: Happy 4th of July (sarcastic), public oral sex, cum facials, enemies to enemies that fuck, exhibitionism, bratty reader, graphic violence, bad British slang, UNEDITED

WC:4k

In under an hour Fascism, Capitalism and President Norman Osborne died in the same way: pathetically and in a roaring beat of gunfire and raging anarchy.

It was so punk metal that Hobie reckoned he could've cried.

Maybe even let out a blood curdling scream before he joined his mates in celebration; in a fight that continued to roar beyond the thick walls of this stupid building. Of the world's now fallen symbol of false freedom, colonization and white supremacy.

All of it was dead now anyway, all of it was gone. So yeah Hobie reckoned he should’ve cried; maybe he even was crying but he was too pent up on adrenaline and rock and roll to notice. Who fucking knew. Who fucking cared?

What mattered was that Osborne’s head was detached, that his guitar was covered in guts and brain and enough idiocratic bullshit that it had clattered to the floor.

His weapon stained against the fancy White House carpet. He didn’t mind though, it added to the decor. You didn’t seem to give a shit either. For you, blood still stained your locs and your lips stayed wrapped around his cock.

And well Hobie didn't follow rules. They were barely a suggestion in his radar. Yet apart of him knew this was off kilter, even for him. Even for Spider Punk.

Spider Punk, the not-hero and the now killer who instead of killing capitalist and fighting corporate drones was here. Here with black nails that dug into your back and wicks that kissed the skin of your cheek.

It felt good.

This reward, you told him as you guided him towards the pigs desk. Your hands already at the buckle of his jeans before you looked up at him; eyes hazy and murderously dark.

It reminded him of foggy London nights, of polluted air and days where he gasped for his inhaler. Something that tried to be something else. It made Hobe feel triumphant, out of breath.

And yet this was ‘His reward.’ You growled again as if this was normal and you weren't you but something different, something new.

At that, Hobie couldn’t help but laugh. It was a pretty comedy after all, a neat joke as your palm— shaking and slick with sweat wrapped itself around his cock and your knees dug into the floor. The blood stained floor.

He inhaled sharply, either from the adrenaline or the genuine need to breathe before his smile slipped into something wide, dangerous. You shot a glare at him.

"Something funny?" You mouthed, as if your eyes weren't muggy, as if there wasn't a revolution going on a wall away. Hobie of course simply looked down at you, his own eyes liquid dark, but alight with adrenaline and fire and everything that made a corporate pig like Osborne underestimate him.

“Fuck yeah,” he rolled his hips up.

"Everything's a bit funny right now, love"

Below him, you only scoffed as if what he said wasn’t sick given the circumstances.

As if this was simply another one of those nights; those long nights where this would be your signal to leave. To keep your distance from Hobie Brown, the Spider Punk with too much venom on his tongue and righteous anger in his every word. But you didn’t, you simply looked at him, calculative, nervous.

Around them, the war raged on and the sounds of corporate drones getting their ass beat made the floors vibrate. None of them aware of their leader's demise before his team crushed them into dust. Below him you sighed, that gleam still in your eyes. (murky puddles and polluted skylines.)

"Of course you'd make this hard,"

"Can't just let me suck you off and shut up huh, SP?" You muttered, and you see Hobie would respond. There was always an excuse to be barked, a word to be said. But music still thrummed through his veins, the air was singing (screaming) and you were here.

Not with Osborne. Not in a lab, cooped up but here.

He smiled. "I'm not known for consistency,"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," you rolled your eyes, "I've heard the speech,”

"can't be consistent, can't be bought, can't shut up,"

Shut up?

He licked his lips and tasted the metal, the blood. 'Im gettin’ tired of your mouth, boy.’ Osborne had sneered before Hobie broke his face in.

Yeah, he didn't listen to him either. He shrugged his shoulders. "Nah, I don't think so,"

You rolled your eyes. “Spider-”

“Aw, am I ruining your fantasy love?" You cut him a look.

“Catchin me off guard like this, you must’ve planned it, no?”

Your grimace deepened. Which was cute. Very cute. “So you’re just gonna keep talking?”

“—I mean I'm not against you knowin' your onions and all that, but between you being stuck in your lab and arguing with us who knew you had the time,” he whispered, before your eyes went sharp and your nails dug into his thighs. A warning, that only made his cock hard and his hands crack the lip of the desk. Cute. He thought again.

So bloody cute that he blinked and his heart raced like a drum, like a rip of his pick against his guitar.

‘Lay on your back’ you said, ‘drop the guitar.’ and he did.

You had demanded it with a trained nonchalance. Completely unbothered as if he didn't hear the way your lungs sharply inhaled when his guitar separated Osborne's head from his spine. Cartilage, tendons and a thick spinal cord crushed into dust beneath his rebellion before you pounced on him.

You gave him that same look now and it was wicked hot. He couldn't deny it. A fun mix of cheekiness and nerves before you cocked your head and, “You know what, fine,”

In a blink, his back was shoved harder against the desk. His hands twisted into your locs, while your mouth wet, hot and slick like honey, like blood enveloped him, turned him inside out and made him want to curl over and actually cry.

Not cause it felt good or spectacular or amazing but because it was you. Only cause it was you.

Below him you sucked him off like you had something to prove. Like it was a challenge. It would be a crime to look away. To not match rebellion with rebellion, your hatred with his faux indifference while your lips remained dry, your handwork sloppy and your rhythm off. It was honestly the worst blowjob he’s ever had.

But you were enthusiastic and you looked up at him as if you expected more. Like Hobie was supposed to fall to his knees and thank you. Of course, a flicker of frustration came out when he gave you the opposite: a slick smile and his eyes wide in wonder.

"Leave it to you too give someone an angry blow job," He cocked his head, "Reckon you’re overthinkin’ it, love?”

You choked in response. Your mouth off his cock and looking as if you were about to spit on the floor before you paused and Hobie watched you swallow instead. Something hot shot in his core.

“Never,” you sneered as if this was just another part of the battle, your own personal fight.

Hobie just snickered, a gleam in his eyes even as you went still, embarrassment hot on your face.

“Yeah that's what I guessed," he whispered, before gloved hands gripped your jaw. Tight and restrictive.

“Quick tip? You’re too rough with it love, let me guess didn’t watch enough videos?” he teased, before he realized where exactly his dick was.

You gave him a sharp smile, "want to repeat that?" No, not particularly. He rolled his shoulders.

“Slow down,”

“Where's the rush,” he teased before there was a thump and a scream and oh, he guess they've found the bloke's head. Took them long enough.

If Hobie remembered how hard he kicked it correctly; The fuckers skull was three rooms away with thick walls and flimsy doors in each of them.

His smile turned giddy, "We all the time in the world,"

"Please tell me you're joking," and there it was again, that look. That need for order and propriety. Hobie patted your cheek.

"What, getting nervous?" Your eyes shot to the door. To the distant footsteps that only got closer to the currently unlocked room.

"Hobie,"

"Fine," he shot the hinges up with webbing. It wouldn't last. But you didn't need to know that.

"See? Good,"

Quickly, your shoulders relaxed; your nape warm beneath his hand, prickled and covered in sweat till he gripped it harder, guiding you down until your mouth was on him again. He shuddered.

“Make it wet,” you looked confused, your eyebrows twitching before your mouth went agape and he felt it.

Something hot and sticky that dripped down his cock. Your lips were now sheen, a messy mix of precum, sweat and everything that would never normally be in a pretty mouth like that.

Of course, you still managed to glare at him. And yeah nah, he wasn't gonna think about why that made his mouth dry before he angled his hips up and up until the tip of him was at the rim of your lips; he took a deep breath.

“Grip the desk for me,”

You frowned again, harder if that was possible. And Hobie couldn't have that.

"Wh--" in a blink he's already bullied his thumb passed plush lips and sharp teeth. Expertly, rubbing his painted nails against the soft flesh of your cheek until drool and spit slicked down his wrist and,

"That's wicked," he whispered.

"You’re so fucking pretty like this," You shot him a look. Your eyes still shakingly looking towards the door. The soldiers have gotten louder, they've must've bursted pass the first room. But Hobie only sighed, unbothered

“Is this why you've been so nice to me lately? Been wanting to give me this," he rambled, his eyes back on yours before his smile melted into a smirk. The last thing Osborne ever saw, before his head rolled down the stairs.

Now, the funny thing about trying to tell a punk what to do was that you shouldn't actually expect them to listen. Osborne learned that the hard way. But you weren’t like the rest of them. No matter what the team said about you turning your back on your upbringing for the cause. You weren’t like them. Clean and simple.

It was written in the cracks of your face, in the corners of your eyes. That want for order that battled with the need to rebel and make things right.

It's probably why you continued to look at him like that; your eyes slitted, red and angry.

You hated it but you wanted it too. Which meant that it took no effort to grip your jaw, keeping it still as you moved to chop your teeth onto his thumb. Light work.

But it was another thing to dodge the whistle of your studded fist and the gleam of spikes on your knuckles before they're webbed to the dead Pigs desk. You were smart not to try again. Still your face stayed twisted in anger.

Hobie couldn't help but laugh again, all sharp teeth and youthful indignation in his voice.

“I'm not good with mixed signals love, you hate me, you don't, you want to give me a reward about a job well done and then whine about it,”

“This is still a reward right?” he whispered, his voice deep and molten. It dragged you into a spell, made you nod. “Good,”

"Now, why don't we start stickin’ to our words, yeah," you made no room to reply, just continued to look up at him with that fire in your eyes that reminded him of madness, of a man whose body could be found in various parts of this makeshift castle. For the first time, Hobies face went stern, his body hands suddenly on your nape gripping tight.

"Yeah?" He repeated.

That madness in your eyes only take a moment to flicker, a moment to wick and out before your face twisted again, "Yeah,"

"There we go,"

You made no room to stop him. As his prodded his cock against your lips again, against that slick heat, hellfire, glory, his reward that was found in the tightens of your throat. "Good,"

He gripped the back of your neck tighter. “There we go,”

“Breathe through your nose,” Then you squeezed your eyes shut, prepared to choke, for Hobie to bruise your throat, for your jaw to ache while he used you like you prepared to use him.

Then he hummed, like a thrum of his guitar, like the flutter of a hummingbird. It was your only warning before he brought you down, slow, sluggish. He made you feel the weight of him, the way it pressed against your tongue, expanded your throat.

You couldn’t help it really, the way your eyes closed. The hazy sensation that made your vision blur. Hobie fucked your throat as if he had all the time in the world. As if a world leader wasn’t rotting in the next room.

And this would be a great time to joke. For Hobie to make you regret bringing him here and not give the secrets to ruining him but nah, this was better. This was more satisfying. Worth the shock in your eyes as you tried to keep them open. Your cunt not so subtly grinding against his boot.

“Don't look so surprised love”

“Let me guess, you expected me to go hard?” he whispered, voice ragged.

“Wanted me to bruise your pretty throat?” He dragged himself out again. Withdrew his hips, until your lips were once again at the tip of him. A thick residue of spit left behind.

Good.

Perfect even.

But below him you struggled to remain composed. Your mind was a fog that thickened, and your ears roared with the music that was Hobie Brown. The sounds of his shockwaves still in the air. On a better day, you'd remain aloof. You'd look at hobie with bored eyes and tell him to do his worse.

Clearly, that day wasn't today.

Your eyes were still closed after all, and the taste of him still stained your throat. You wanted more. You wanted-

His hand tightened on your neck.

“Now when did I say you could do that?” You blinked up, teary eyed with more of Hobie’s cock in your mouth than he previously allowed.

Suddenly, your cheeks burned and Hobie watched embarrassment wash over you. Watched you drown in it, in an attempt to cover up the desperate move before you just sat there, unable to go forward, unable to move back. “Cute,”

And then he jerked forward, cock hitting your throat until tears brimmed in your eyes and well Hobie was only a man at the end of the day. He unwebbed you, “Use your hands wrap them around me,”

Quickly, you complied. “Yeah love like that,"

You didn’t need further instruction. You continued the slow tempo he set. And for a moment, it stayed like that: you swallowing him with a sloppy mouth and tears in your eyes, your hands now slick with well, everything. Snot, spit and tears.

He laughed again, a bit more choked up and bit more delirious as your tongue dragged against the undervein of his cock. Sharp pleasure blinded him, he felt like it was too much, not enough. Like his heart was gonna burst from the adrenaline, the heat.

For a moment, he craved something on his lips too. Something just as hot and slick and you. He reckoned you'd like that. Want to shut him up with your thighs locked around his head and your cunt slick on his studded tongue. If you were gonna do this, you might as well do it right, do it in the worst way possible while Osborne's corpse rotted in the next room.

Below him, you gripped him tighter. Suckled your lips at the head of him until he shuddered and groaned. His palms slicked in blood gripping right at your face. If he knew this would be the reaction to winning the war— he'd bring Osborne back to life himself.

Let you watch him kill him again, again and again if it meant you looked at him like that. Like a drunkard, like the feeling he got when he strummed his guitar just right, just perfectly against his pick. Until you were like this: your lips, tight and harsh. Sucking him off as if it was another fight, your eyes red hot with anger and tears.

He was close.

He couldn’t even be embarrassed, if they knew what a pretty picture you made no regular bloke would be either before he felt it. That liquid hot build up; like something molten that grew and morphed and dripped in his belly before his thighs trembled, his fist cracked the desk and you looked marvelous.

He tried to draw away, cause he was proper and raised right but he couldn't get far. Not against someone who looked like they wanted to prove something. You started this for a reason after all. So of course, your hands pressed into his hips, kept him still. Fucking brat.

Before the room became an echo chamber of gasps and whines and— he lurched forward, hands on your shoulders, a sharp cry of your name.

The orgasm was just as violent as the murder. It ripped through him and rearranged his insides until it felt painful, overwhelming. Like he was stuck in his own shockwave, pulled at the seams, the points of musical notes at his ears.

Then he whimpered, sharp and inaudible. But it made your eyes glitter all the same before you pulled off him with a satisfying grin as the violence in him transcended to a soft shudder.

Both of you didn't talk for a minute. Just let everything settle. Until slowly the world trickled back in and Hobie watched half amused and half delirious as across your face, emotions flickered too fast for him to dissect.

What he did know was that you were looking at him, at the floor and then randomly at the door. Oh yeah, the goons. He should focus on that, but you were still on your knees, looking pretty and fucked out and well Hobie couldn't help it. He suddenly had the taste for something sweet.

"Up, c’mon"

You looked at him, leg kneeled. "Fuck you,” you coughed, throat dry. “Where do you think I was doing?"

He shook his head, and with little effort, he towered over you. You looked up at him, eyes wide, lips plush and the corner of your mouth twinkling with beads of white and shit, shit. Hobie did not wait for you to get up.

In a blur of red white and blue, the two of you switched places. It was like carrying a stack of paper, a bag of groceries before you plopped into the desk; your eyes wide, legs spread and cunt wet through your trousers.

"Hobie come on—"

His thumb dug into the seam of your jeans, ripped them in two until you were cunt hit cold air. You dripped on the desk. "Don't be selfish,”

“I thought this was a reward,” And then hobie’s tongue was on you, desperate and hot.

Studded fingers pressed into your hips, digging,digging and "Hobie, what-” Hobie pressed you further into the desk.

His tongue was slick and sticky against your folds. The pleasure that was white and hot grinded you to a halt. Your brain morphed into mush. You weren't going to last. This, you can admit with a certainty as your thighs wrapped around hobie’s head anyway.

You looked towards the door, but Hobie with his freakishly long arms gripped your jaw and forced your eyes back on him. Pay attention, they said. Until your eyes went wide, frantic; and your hips fought the battle of jerking away from Hobie and against him while he flicked your clit; his finger prodding against your entrance.

It's almost embarrassing how fast you came.

Even worse how you tried to hide it. With teeth the bit into your wrist, and moans that you tried to choke down while your hips moved on him with a grind that only made it worst, made it last.

You grunted and swore, the flat palms of your hand slammed into the desk. Once twice and then Hobie got up, looked at you splayed out on Osbornes desk, jeans pooled to your knees, the hairs of your cunt glistening.

"Good?”

With a gasp, you could only focus on the sound of the door as the screams of soldiers bulged against the doors frames.

Your blood was pulsing but you couldn’t feel your throat. Couldn’t feel the scratches and bruises that later you won't be able to tell was from Hobie or from the fight.

The wooden door bent beneath the weight of the army. Before eventually it popped and you threw the spider a smile.

“Good,”

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tarotwithlove · 1 month

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PICK A CARD ⭒ how are things aligning with your specific person ??

reminder that this is a general reading and messages found here may not apply to everyone. take what resonates, leave what doesn't, and don't force anything if it does not fit.

BOOK A READING WITH ME · LINKTREE · 18+ PATREON · SUGGEST A PAC TOPIC · TIPS ♡ tips, bookings, and feedback are highly appreciated!

GROUP ONE

cards · king of wands (reversed), two of swords (reversed), ten of pentacles, knight of swords, the world, onyx: willpower, strength, protection.

channelled songs · jungle by cix. i like that by houston. follow you by bring me the horizon. if i’m dancing by britney spears.

my dear group one ♡ you may currently be in no contact with your sp. and while they are going on with their life, you may be holding onto them: manifesting them, getting constant readings about them, and lurking on their social media. just… obsessively being in your sps energy.

one day, somewhat soon, you may get a wakeup call while lurking or asking around about them, as you’ll hear that they are dating someone new. or that they are serious about someone. for some, you may even hear about an engagement or see their engagement announcement.

this could lead you to spiral because you have spent so long manifesting them. because you believe there is no other person for you but them.

your sp, however, has no ill-feelings towards you and will likely even invite you to the wedding or engagement party. put your wallowing and self-pity aside, and go! trust me! you may meet a very important person at this event.

GROUP TWO

cards · knight of pentacles (reversed), queen of pentacles, eight of wands, justice (reversed), six of cups, sunstone: fulfillment, motivation, contentment.

channelled songs · interlude: for us by us by solange. blkdeath: by bbymutha. comflex by stray kids. on air by 3ye.

my dear group two ♡ you may have been the one to cut contact or put distance between you and your sp. you may have chosen to do this because of their immaturity, dishonesty, or because they refused to commit to you in the way that you wanted them to commit to you.

you have put yourself on the pedestal. you have focused on yourself entirely, to the extent that you may have even stopped manifesting or affirming for your sp. you have placed your trust in the divine entirely that things will align as they should when they should.

because of this, things are falling into place. perfectly. your sp has been keeping their eye on you, and wants to snatch you up before someone else comes along and gets you first. reconciliation is in the cards. but not just any reconciliation, no, reconciliation with your sp basically crawling back to you.

GROUP THREE

cards · nine of pentacles, knight of pentacles, four of pentacles, king of pentacles, the world, opal: energy, creativity, motion.

channelled songs · blueprint by stray kids. he ain’t heavy, he’s my brother by donny hathaway. behind the wall by tracy chapman. can’t stand losing you by the police.

my dear group three ♡ this connection with your sp requires patience and waiting. a lot of patience, and a lot of waiting. you and your sp are moving towards each other, slowly by surely. but trust me when i say that it will be slow.

it will be years before you and your sp reconcile, years before your paths even cross again. for many of you, you may only meet again in another ten years, at a reunion event of some sort.

between then and now, you will have both lived your lifes. fallen in and out of love. married and built lives completely separate from each other. and while you will be physically separated, you will still be connected to each other spiritually. divinely. by your red string of fate.

you will see each other and it’s like no time at all has passed. live your life, and trust the process.

GROUP FOUR

cards · the moon, the devil, seven of wands, eight of swords, the high priestess, hematite: grounding, solidity, composure.

channelled songs · salvatore by lana del rey. tuesday moon by neutral milk hotel. put it on da floor again by latto & cardi b. guangling fantasia by liu fang.

my dear group four ♡ the relationship between you and your sp may be one built upon projection. your projection. you may be projecting onto your sp and this connection, thinking that there is more here -- more between you two -- than there actually is.

but this is why this connection causes you so much pain. this is why it causes you so much confusion. because you have built this connection up into something it is not. because you have invested more in this connection than this other person has, and thus, invested more than you should.

things are not aligning with your sp, my dear, in fact, and in the kindest way possible, you are beating a dead horse.

you are stressing yourself out over a deadend connection and an sp who has little regard for you.

it’s time to look within and ask yourself why you put yourself through this for this person. it’s time to put yourself back on the pedestal.

#**#tarot #pac #pick a card #tarotblr #witchblr #witch of color #tarotcommunity #tarotcreator #tarotonline #divination #spiritualism #spirituality #channelled message #channeled reading #channeled message #love reading #specific person

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mavrintarou · 1 month

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[4:38 PM] Oikawa Toru [9]

I'm 89% sure the next part will be the last. This chapter is filled with heavy angst but comfort and understanding.

Warning: implied mild smut, angst & comfort but cliffhanging ending

Eighth part

Toru glared at the new wall that had been replaced between his and Y/n’s unit. He acknowledges his disdain for it. He detested both the physical and emotional distance that had arisen between him and Y/n.

Within a day, maintenance repaired the wall between their units, putting this unbearable space between them.

In the blink of an eye, everything changed, or more like in a heartbeat, everything changed for him and Y/n.

His heart has been numb since the moment Y/n announced she was pregnant and felt like it had stopped beating when she said the baby may not be his.

Everything became a blur at that moment.

“P – plea – se le – leave… I need sp – space…” she struggled with her stuttering and hiccups from her cries.

Toru was reluctant to leave her alone but to his best judgment, he needed some time to process what she just told him.

How had he not realized the changes? Especially when he had first-hand experience with Lucia when she became pregnant with Mateo.

As he recalled the brushed memories… it all began to piece together.

“Don’t – don’t suck too hard…” Y/n whimpered, blushing from watching Toru and feeling the suction he had on her sensitive nipple.

Another time when he was buried deep inside her, Y/n cried with tears pooling in her eyes. “You feel… you feel so deep…”

Toru immediately stopped his movements and caressed her cheek, “am I hurting you?” He wiped her tears away and only smiled when she shook her head, telling him he made her feel good.

These were tell-tale signs he remembered going through with Lucia.

It had been 48 hours since he last saw her but it felt like an eternity.

She has not returned his seven missed calls nor the numerous text messages. He knows he should respect her space but he couldn’t help but feel the distance between them is only pushing them further and further apart.

For an hour, Toru and Mateo hung out in Mateo’s large playpen together. The baby kept himself occupied with the toys Y/n had purchased him and Toru could only wonder what was running through his son’s mind.

Did he miss Y/n too?

It was two short nights but Toru spent every second of it going over the scenario.

Y/n was pregnant.

There was a probability that the baby could not be his.

That meant… it was that man that had visited her weeks ago?

“Woojin?” the name fell off his lips

All he could remember from that first and last encounter was that this person was tall like him, a slightly smaller physique but he and this man had the same dark hair and body complexion.

Toru couldn’t help but feel jealous of this Woojin person. Who was he to Y/n and what was their relationship? How long have they known each other?

All questions attacked him and he groaned, making Mateo look at him confused.

“I miss Y/n,” he told Mateo, who instantly perked up at the sound of her name. “You miss her too?” His son stared at him as if waiting for her to appear. “Should we go see her on the other side?” He picked up his son and together they headed towards the door.

The moment his door swung open, Toru’s eyes widened seeing Y/n leaving her unit as well.

With a suitcase beside her.

Y/n called his name softly, yet he heard the sadness and pain in her tone.

“Are you… going somewhere?” He shifted Mateo in his arms, who was squirming at the sight of Y/n.

He sensed the hesitancy as she quickly shut the door to her unit before letting out a deep breath. She approached him with her luggage left by her door.

“Where… are you going?” The question weighed heavily on him, as difficult to utter as it was to bear. His heart throbbed with discomfort, reluctant to confront the truth.

“I’m – I’m going to Ko… rea… to Korea for a few days,” Y/n answered, looking at him directly in the eye. She hesitated but reached for his free hand, holding it gently. “I will be back, I promise.” Y/n gazes into his eyes, “I’ll come back to you, I will come back to you.”

Toru untangled his hand from hers and drew her into an embrace, murmuring, “what is the reason?”

Despite knowing the reason, he understood the rationale behind it and knew that it would only inflict pain upon himself by asking, but he felt compelled to inquire regardless.

Her arms wrapped around his waist, and he felt her fist a handful of his shirt. “I should – I should tell him.”

Toru clenched his eyes tightly shut. He anticipated it, and braced himself for it, yet why did it sting even more?

“I understand,” he sighed, pressing his lips to the top of her head. “Okay, have a safe flight and please come back to me.”

“I will,” she pressed her lips over his heart.

Mateo slept soundlessly in Toru’s arm for his afternoon nap. Their large living room seemed larger and too quiet than usual. Even for a short period, his living room was filled with Y/n’s laughter, her singing to the wrong lyrics of Mateo’s lullabies. It felt so lively and filled with lots of comfort that warmed his heart.

After ensuring Mateo wouldn’t wake up, Toru laid him in his crib. He reached for Y/n’s wool cardigan that had been in his crib and placed it beside the sleeping baby who found comfort in it.

He closed the door to Mateo’s nursery and turned on his baby monitor. Toru was about to help himself to a cup of tea to calm his nerves when he heard something strange outside his unit.

If Y/n was on her way to the airport, who would be outside?

Without looking at the camera that pointed out to the lobby shared between him and Y/n, he pushed the door open and was ready to confront whoever it was but froze halfway.

Y/n looks up, startled and half crouching. Her luggage was lying flat on the ground as if it slipped from her hand.

“Y/n?” He blinked a couple of times, even rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands to make sure he was truly seeing her and that she was not just a hallucination. Over an hour ago he had made a tough decision to let her go, how was she… “Aren’t you supposed to be at the airport? Or on the plane to Korea?”

He walked towards her when Y/n quickly stood up and closed the distance between them, throwing herself at him, and wrapping her legs and arms around him.

Toru caught her, his arms naturally wrapping around her and supporting her weight. He sighed and hugged her tightly.

“I couldn’t do it,” Y/n finally whispered, she leaned back to look into his eyes. She quickly explained how she sat at the gates contemplating the situation and made the decision not to get on the plane. “I couldn’t go through it. Woojin deserves to know but I think I’m being too impulsive right now.” She cupped his face and pressed her lips against his. “I should have talked to you, figure this out together… that’s if you… want to figure it out together.”

“I do,” he confirmed quickly. One of his hands snaked behind her head, bringing it down to his. “I want to figure this out with you.”

Y/n brushed her nose against his, “I love you. I love you so much Oikawa Toru.”

Toru sighed, and a soft grunt came from his throat. “I love you too, Y/l/n Y/f/n.” Without putting her down, he walked over to pick up her luggage and towed it behind them into his unit.

They lay in the middle of Mateo’s large playpen.

“I want to get a paternity DNA test done.”

Toru rolled onto this side and supported his weight on his elbow. “Okay, I think that’s a good start too. Should we start with me?”

Y/n looked at him confused, “you?”

Toru nodded, a hand reaching out to palm her flat belly. He couldn’t voice how badly he wished and hoped that the baby that was nourishing inside Y/n’s body was his.

It never crossed his mind that he would want another child after Mateo, he’ll be honest that he didn’t want any more children and would be content with just Mateo. But since his rekindling with Y/n and the current situation, would he be so bold and willing to help her raise a child that was not his own?

“To rule it out,” he answered quietly, “it’s a small possibility… but I’m willing to hold my breath that this child could be mine.” He reached to touch her hair, “if it’s my baby then you wouldn’t have to bother talking to Woojin.”

Y/n sat up and motioned for him to sit up and as soon as he was upward, Y/n crawled on his lap and hugged him.

“Toru,” she uttered his name quietly under her breath, “I need to – need to know…” she paused to take a deep breath, “will – will you still want to be with me… if – if this child is not – not yours?”

No matter how many different scenarios he thought in his head, the one that weighed heavily on him was the high possibility that this child was not his. He asked himself if he would be able to raise a child that was not his own and the answer was yes, he would be able to raise another child that was not his.

If it was Y/n, who was also willing to love another child that wasn’t her own, Toru could also love a child that was not his own by blood.

Toru pulled away enough to see her face, he waited until she finally looked into his eyes and he smiled. “Yes, I will still want you even if this child is not mine. I will love them just as if they were my own.”

Y/n smiled, her shoulders relaxing as if his response had blown all the anxiety that burdened her. “I was scared you wouldn’t want to…”

A lingering, unidentified fear gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers.

“If…” he took a deep breath. “If this child is not mine and is… his… what – what will you do?”

Please don’t say you’ll go back to him, he repeated over in his head.

“Woojin and I have agreed to go our ways a few weeks back and I have contemplated on either telling him or not.” Her face bore the unmistakable mark of guilt. “If this child is his, I know I should not keep it away from Woojin.”

“No, you should not,” Toru concurred, though inwardly he wished she wouldn’t have to confront that man. Yet, he acknowledged that Woojin deserved to be informed about the pregnancy and the child; he deserved to be included in the journey even if he and Y/n had no preexisting relationship. “I encourage you to tell him. If he decides not to be involved in the baby’s life, then that’s his decision. You’ve given him a choice.”

Toru would have been at a loss if Lucia had concealed her pregnancy and the existence of Mateo from him. Despite the life-altering revelation, being a father to Mateo brings Toru immense pride and joy, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He has no desire to return to his life before Mateo came into it.

Y/n pressed her forehead against his. “If this child is Woojin’s, then we will have to figure out how to co-parent but it’ll be a bridge we’ll cross when we get there.”

The weighty burden he had carried for the past few hours finally lifted. “But regardless of what decision he chooses, I will be beside you.”

Y/n leaned to press her lips to his forehead, “I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve me because I deserve you. We deserve each other.”

Three weeks later, Y/n was scheduled for the testing.

Toru squeezed her hand, assuring her that everything would be okay. “The nurse said many have gone through this test and there is nothing to worry about, no risk to you or the baby.”

Y/n nodded, squeezing his hand tightly. “We’ll be okay.”

Sometime after they were separated, they reunited again. The same nurse who took Y/n away brought her back. As if sensing Toru’s presence, she looked up and smiled tiredly while sitting in a wheelchair. She reached a hand out to him, which he took and squeezed it lightly.

“Are you okay?”

She nodded, “let’s go home.”

Toru gently pulled the covers up to her chin and carefully got off the bed without disturbing her.

Y/n groans, curling up into a fetal at the loss of his warmth. Once they reached home, she began experiencing cramping shortly after they got home. They were informed that cramping and light spotting was expected and normal. Toru wanted her to stay with him at his unit so he could monitor her.

He swallowed hard, despising the sensation of helplessness and his inability to alleviate her pain. Plating a gentle and light kiss on her forehead, he allowed her to rest while he stepped away to make a brief phone call to his mom to check on Mateo.

“Hey mom,” he greeted quietly over the phone, “how is Teo?”

When Toru and Y/n had dropped him off with his grandma, Mateo displayed signs of distress. He appeared apprehensive in the unfamiliar surroundings, clinging tightly to Toru. When his grandma attempted to reach for him, Mateo recoiled, refusing to go to her – a behavior that shocked both Toru and Y/n, as he had never exhibited hostility before.

They had to ease him in and get him comfortable before leaving him for a few hours.

“Teo is just like you. The moment you and Y/n disappeared and he noticed it, he looked everywhere for you two.” His mom explained, “you were just like that when you were a baby. But how is Y/n? Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she’s okay, she is resting,” he felt slightly guilty for not telling the truth to his mom about Y/n’s appointment, only saying she was not feeling good and he was going to take her in. “I’ll be there soon to pick up –“ Toru loses the rest of his words as he turns his head towards his unit door. “Mom, I’ll call you back in a second.”

Walking towards his door, he pressed the button to turn on the camera outside his unit.

His eyes narrowed when he saw someone standing at Y/n’s door, ringing her doorbell and knocking repeatedly on her door.

“Y/n!”

Opening the door, he faces the man head-on. “Can I help you?”

Woojin wiped around, his disheveled hair and ruffled clothing told Toru something didn’t feel right.

“Y/n, where is she?”

Stepping out and closing his door behind him, Toru stood tall, “she is resting.”

Woojin marched across the lobby and grabbed Toru by his collar. “You bastard, is she in there with you?”

Toru emitted a bitter chuckle, “it is none of your business if she is with me, you guys are nothing.”

Woojin shoved Toru against his door, growling, “it is my business when she is my woman and carrying my child.”

Toru’s smile dimmed as his eyes narrowed, and then he shoved him away. “Leave before I have security kick you off the premises and banned.”

Running a hand through his messy hair, Woojin chuckled coldly. “You know it too, is that right?” His silence confirms his assumption. “I will not back down – “

“Toru?”

The two men turned their heads as the door slowly opened revealing a pale Y/n who gripped her abdomen. “Toru?” Her voice shook, “some – something doesn’t feel right…” her legs trembled as she looked down at her feet, her white ankle socks soaked with redness.

. . .

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Bedeviled | Chapter 10: The Harder They Fall

Pairing: demon!jungkook x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, drama, angst, horror

WC: 9.5k

Warnings for this chapter: strong language, bullying, cruelty, name-calling, past trauma, blood, frightening depictions of Hell and those in it, gore, some tensionnnnn muthatruckaaaas If there's something you notice that I ought to put in warnings that I missed pls kindly let me know

Previous ML

"I will kill you myself."

You gulp, breathing out through your nose slowly as he runs his fingers down from your cheek and right to your throat, where he places his hand around it and squeezes ever so gently.

He seems to get distracted, his eyes appearing unfocused as he stares at the sight in front of him.

His hand makes a good necklace for your lovely throat.

"Fuck," He whispers under his breath, but you can hear him, "I could snap your pretty little neck right now if I wanted to, couldn't I?"

You gulp and nod shakily.

"Yes," You brave looking up at him and notice him staring back at you, his gaze no longer on your neck but looking into your eyes, "But you don't want to."

You think you see a flash of fear in his eyes before he smirks and smothers any hint of emotion besides amusement.

"Of course not, darling." He drags his hand down slowly, his icy fingers running along your throat and down your chest before they pull away, "You still have some use to me after all."

When he steps away, you reach a hand up to cup your throat.

You knew he wasn't going to kill you, he wasn't even going to hurt you.

He prides himself on being able to intimidate you, but he doesn't know that you can see right through him.

You'll keep that to yourself for now.

What scared you the most was the overwhelming urge to raise yourself up on your tiptoes and close the distance between you two.

You mentally give yourself a pat on the back for not ruining everything just a minute ago.

Gathering yourself and your skirt in your fists, you stumble after him, who has (obviously) continued on like nothing happened.

Him and his little games.

Little do you know, his mind is far from laughing at the situation. It's twisting and turning and trying anxiously to figure out what the hell is happening to him.

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You had thought before that the mountains would go on forever.

But you were wrong.

In the distance, you can see where they end.

It's still miles away, but it's something.

"What's with the in-between stuff?"

JK stops and turns around to look back at you, who is scrambling over a large rock, panting heavily.

He rolls his eyes.

"Care to elaborate on that question?"

You sigh and plop yourself down on top of the rock, legs dangling at least four feet from the ground.

Wiping your wet forehead fruitlessly, you gesture out into the distance with your bandaged hand, "It's- it's such a long way to the seventh circle," Gulping in as much air as your lungs can take, you shake your head and wipe at your eyes, "Why all the extra sp-space?"

He doesn't answer your question and you don't ask again, deciding not to waste your time or breath.

Squinting at him, you huff tiredly at the fact that he doesn't look like he's struggling in the slightest.

You wipe at your eyes again, the sweat dripping into them.

"It's so hot," You mumble, hissing quietly at the stinging in your eyes from the salty droplets that reach them, "Gosh."

JK makes an effort not to look in your direction, but ends up breaking his own rule for a second when you're busy wiping at your eyes.

You're perched on top of the huge rock, legs hanging off in front of you, dirty cloth-wrapped feet kicking absentmindedly as you rub your fists in your eyes in an effort to ease the sting.

His eyes travel up your body, lingering on the cuts and bruises that appear to be new. When his gaze lands on your scrunched up face as you wipe and wipe desperately at your eyes, he squints.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Ach," You grunt, "My eyes are burning like fire- ow!" You shout, shoving your fists into your eyes and trying not to start crying.

He watches silently for a minute as you blindly try to find a piece of clothing on you that isn't covered in dirt, grime, or blood. Your eyes are pinched shut as you pat around, hands landing on nothing but dirtied garments. It's all you can do to keep from shouting out again, it feels like someone dumped hot chilis in your eyes.

Just as you're about to try the sleeve of your cardigan no matter how dirty it is, you feel a cold hand wrap around your left wrist.

"Stop, you look like an idiot, scrounging around like that," You hear him grumble, then you feel something soft get shoved into your hand.

Is that a-...handkerchief?

Desperate enough not to question it, you bring the cloth to your eyes. Relief pours over you when the pain starts to subside as you're finally able to wipe the sweat from your face.

"Thank you."

He turns back at the soft, whispered thanks called to him.

Your eyes are still closed, but no longer pinched shut in pain.

The demon looks down at your hands to see you twisting the small cloth in your fingers, knuckles turning white as you clench it tightly in your fist.

Seemingly getting anxious, he sees your hands start to tremble as you rock back and forth where you sit on the rock, still clutching the cloth, now biting your lip harshly.

An unfamiliar feeling suddenly invites itself in, making him freeze as he continues to stare at you.

What is this?

He can't pinpoint it; doesn't understand it.

JK snaps out of it and turns away.

He won't entertain things that he doesn't understand.

"Here."

He turns back to you again with a sharp sigh, annoyed.

You're holding out the handkerchief, eyes still closed as you gather your strength.

The demon's gaze flickers from your face down to your hand and back a few times, noticing the way the cloth shakes as you hold it out.

"Keep it," He snaps, "I don't want it now that you've dirtied it. It's useless."

The hurt evident on your face is brief, then you pull it back and blink your eyes open carefully, looking at the cream-colored handkerchief in your hand that now has streaks of dirt on it. Your bottom lip trembles as you squeeze it tightly.

He doesn't look at you again, shouldn't have looked in the first place.

Instead, he stands with his arms crossed as he looks out into the distance, eyeing the planes he knows are coming. He's not sure how you're going to manage them, but there's not much of a choice now.

You're hellbent on saving your stupid little friend, and nothing he says or does is going to stop you.

JK glares at nothing as he waits for you to just get on with walking already.

He thought about it pretty early on in this journey, but he's still curious on what exactly is going on with you.

How is it that your body is failing faster than other humans down here? He knows it's meant to torment anyone that comes here, but physically you're fading faster than is usual.

Mentally on the other hand, you seem to be excelling. The mental and emotional toll this place has on humans that venture here is typically what makes them fail before the elements even get a chance to destroy them. The realization that they will never leave hits them pretty early on and their hope dwindles quickly after that.

So why are you still so hopeful?

Why are you so insistent on saving this poor excuse of a human?

Why won't you acknowledge the fact that you will never leave Hell? Has that even sunk into your thick head yet?

When you walk past him and stumble on a rock, your arms going out to the sides to keep your balance, he suddenly wonders what part of Hell you will be sent to first after the deal is over.

A sick feeling burns in his stomach at the sudden thought, but he pushes it away immediately.

He doesn't fucking care.

Your fate after this deal is of no concern to him.

It never was and it never will be.

You are nothing but an annoying little mortal creature, he has no interest in your future, or lack of it for that matter.

You are nothing to him.

Tripping a little when he bumps into your shoulder, you look at him in confusion as he walks ahead, then you shake your head and keep walking across the slippery gravelly ground.

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After a few more hours of walking, you stop.

"I'm taking a break," You call out, watching as he stops in his tracks, clearly annoyed.

Before he can say anything, you turn and plop on the ground, wincing at the uncomfortable feeling of rocks on your thighs that the thin material of your dress does nothing to cushion against.

You notice that he doesn't even turn to look at you as he says, "I'm going for a bit."

"Ok," You say just as he walks off and once again disappears into a cloud of smoke.

Sighing, you rest your chin in your hand as you look out at the smoky terrain covering all that you can see with the naked eye.

The mountains are nearly gone, most of them behind you now.

The deep red glow still makes you anxious, you can't get used to it no matter how hard you try.

You won't have to get used to it.

You're leaving.

Looking down at your dirty fingers, you gulp and nod, absentmindedly picking at the dirt caked under your nails.

JK strolls along the streets of Seoul, hands in his pockets as he walks straight ahead, not moving for anyone coming towards him.

No need to, they can't see him anyway.

The lights of the city are shining so bright that if one were to bother to look up, they wouldn't be able to see the stars scattered across the night sky right above them.

Couples walk hand in hand, laughing together.

Friends run past, screaming about how the last one to get to the arcade has to pay for the games.

Business men and women walk briskly through the crowds, briefcases swinging gently and looks of boredom etched into their faces.

Elders work tirelessly as people come up to their food stands, feeling peckish after a long day of shopping.

Students run for the bus that will be here any minute, the one that will take them home after studying for so long today.

The noise of people milling about is a constant buzz that has become the norm, music plays from storefronts, street dancers collect money as people film them happily; ready to post it on the internet and hopefully go viral.

JK watches all of them, eyes hard with hatred as they flit between the people in different stages of life.

Oh how little they know of how insignificant they are.

They worry so much of others caring about them, of likes and shares and paychecks, of grades and colleges and careers.

They worry so much just to fill up their miniscule amount of time on this sad Earth.

How pathetic.

But how perfect for him.

The stress of everyday life, the temptations of things one could have, the anger, the resentment, the lust, the pride, the greed, the twisted insatiable need to always have more.

It's all the perfect combination for a demon that is currently on the prowl, looking for souls to ruin, to drag to Hell for the rest of eternity.

Oh how misery loves company.

As he walks amongst the crowds, his eyes land on a young college student walking with his head down, hands grasping the straps of his backpack that seems to weigh him down more than usual.

‘Are you so stupid that you really couldn't manage to pass that test?’

The young man bites his lip as he continues to walk towards the bus stop.

‘You worked so hard, and for what? No matter how hard you try, you'll never be good enough.’

Vision blurring, he blinks a few times and tightens his grip on the straps.

He studied so much for that test, for the past week he had done nothing but pour over all of his notes, quizzing himself over and over again, missing out on parties and nights out. Just to fail in the end.

‘You know your friends probably passed, right? They didn't even have to try. You're just stupid.’

He wipes at his eyes quickly.

‘Now you're crying?’

‘How pathetic.’

‘You won’t get anywhere in life. You'll never amount to anything.’

JK chuckles as the young man breathes anxiously and hurries to the bus stop, his heart aching deeply and his hopes for a bright future diminishing rapidly.

The demon looks around once more and sees a teenage girl looking into a shop window at a jeweled necklace.

He walks over and leans close, whispering something into her ear.

The way she bites her lip in determination clarifies that she took his words and is going to run with them.

He smirks and strolls away, eyes shifting among the crowd.

They're too easy.

The sight of a homeless man crouched in a dark alley brings him to a stop. He stands there and watches him for a moment, pleasure rising at the way the miserable creature shivers and pulls his torn coat around himself more.

A few highschoolers walk past, one of them stopping long enough to call to the freezing person lying on the ground.

"Are you cold?"

The homeless man looks up fearfully and the demon watches in mounting amusement as the teen walks over and proceeds to dump his hot chocolate on the ripped blanket, all over his face and his already useless clothes. The kid then tosses the empty cup onto the man.

The rest of the group laughs heartily before moving on, screaming about how they got too close to him and how they hope they didn't catch anything.

JK walks closer, crouching down and watching as the man wipes at his face in a poor attempt to clean himself off.

Chuckling, he leans close.

‘You really thought they'd treat you differently? You're lower than animals here, they would sooner give a bone to a rabid dog than look at you like a human.’

‘And they're right to.’

‘Look at how disgusting you are, how fucking miserable. Begging for food and crawling in the gutter like the dirt that you are.’

The single tear that slips down the elder's face makes JK smirk as he stands up.

He's about to move on when something makes him turn back. He sees a middle-aged woman walk over and bend down, handing the man a warm roll and a cup of tea with a kind smile.

"Stay warm," She whispers, touching his shoulder gently before walking away.

The demon stops, his teeth clenching in annoyance.

The homeless man watches after the woman with wide eyes full of confusion and uncertainty.

JK stands there as she walks past him, her eyes directly meeting the demon's as she stares him down; unflinching. She turns a corner as the old man quietly watches her leave, still shivering.

Only a moment later, the same woman, who now has a soft glow about her, comes up to the man once more. This time though, he does not see her.

She sits beside him, the light pink wings on her back resting against the ground as she places an arm around the filthy man and sets her head on his shoulder; holding him gently as he nibbles on the bread. The guardian angel makes no effort to look at the demon again, blatantly ignoring his presence.

JK breathes out through his nose slowly, controlled.

It makes no difference to him.

He doesn't need to make as many deals as one would think. The most souls that are damned to Hell are from temptation alone. He's whispered many words of encouragement to do unsavory acts and they more often than not take it. Deals are only for the desperate.

The rest of the humans buy their own ticket to Hell. Seldom do they need much persuasion. They are all too eager to come on their own, if it means they get those brief moments of satisfaction.

These nasty little angels can try and bring all the comfort they want; he's still winning.

She might have soothed a single soul tonight, but he has pushed many over the edge already with little to no effort.

Ridiculous.

JK scoffs and turns away, walking off before the sight pisses him off even more.

He's got stuff to do, souls to bring to despair.

And nothing is going to stand in his way.

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You yawn and rub at your eyes, body aching so deeply; beyond anything you've felt before. The wings that are tucked up in your cardigan are cramping, begging to get some much needed room.

The only thing you feel capable of doing right now is curling into a ball and falling asleep.

You don't have that luxury though.

An anxious sigh puffs out of your lips as you place your chin into your hand, your elbow resting on your knee.

How long is he going to be?

The thought of him walking around and spreading temptations and hopelessness turns your stomach to rot.

Come on.

Please just stop and come back.

You jump when there's a thick billow of smoke suddenly appearing in front of you.

He walks out, an irritated look on his face but nothing compared to what he was like last time.

When he sees you, he looks you up and down in suspicion.

"What?" You ask, confused as to why he's staring at you like that.

"Nothing," He snaps, watching in disgust as you stand up and dust yourself off, fixing your cardigan carefully.

"Well, I'm ready."

"Feeling rested?" He asks, clearly mocking you by the tone of his voice.

"Very," You say sleepily, a tired smile on your face even though there's a really deep and uncomfortable feeling in your gut at the knowledge of where he's been and what he's been doing.

You've got this, do not despair.

You take a deep breath and let it out in one big huff.

I won't.

Without acknowledging your jesting, he turns and keeps walking.

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You'll never forget the way your heart plummeted to your stomach when your mother told you about the arranged marriage.

"I have been patient with you, ____," She had said through gritted teeth, "But I will not continue to be humiliated by your lack of motivation to do something with your life."

You had scoffed in disbelief, "I never said I didn't want to do anything with my life! I only said I didn't want to marry so soon. Mother, why can't you just-"

"Do not tell me to accept you as you are," She hissed, "You saying that over and over again does not change the fact that you do not have a choice in the matter."

"But it's my life-"

"Not when you live under my roof."

"Then I'll just leave!" You cried.

"You would gladly shame your own mother by running off?" She was furious, "I raised you. This is the least that you could do to repay me."

"Mother, I-"

"This discussion is over. You will marry Hoseok and that is the end of it, do you understand?"

You shook your head, "No I don't, I don't understand. I don't understand how you could treat your own flesh and blood like this. I don't understand how you could not wish me happiness-"

"Happiness? Really, ____?" Your mother stepped closer, glaring down at you, "Happiness has nothing to do with it. You are useless if you don't do this."

Her words struck deep into your heart that day more than they ever had before.

You couldn't even find the words to respond. But she had plenty to share.

"Look at you," She gestured at you in disgust, "Might as well try to bring something to the table. You are so self-centered. How do you think I feel? How do you think Hoseok feels knowing he's going to be stuck with you? The village whore.”

Your eyes fell to the floor, unable to look at her any longer.

"M-Mother-..."

"If you disobey me, if you ruin this in any way...you are dead to me. Do you understand?"

It took a moment for you to find the strength to give her a small nod.

She walked away, never acknowledging your heart bleeding out onto the floor, the ache she placed deep into your bones, the hurt that could never be repaired.

You turned and ran out of the barn where the two of you had been talking, running all the way to the old apple tree and collapsing on the ground near the worn down swing that still hung there.

No matter how hard you cried, it didn't fill the hole in your heart that your mother had carved out. It didn't release the indescribable pain in your body that continued to grow each day.

No one heard your sobs, no one came to save you from the hurt.

He wasn't around that day to come to you.

He never even knew what happened.

You had never felt so alone in your entire sixteen years of life.

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Only a couple miles ahead, you can see a forest.

It's a small speck in the distance, but the long line of trees has got to be a forest as far as you can tell.

After hours upon hours of nothing but bare mountains as far as the eye can see, it's almost a relief to see something different. Although, you know that the forest will only contain more unspoken horrors that you have yet to be subjected to.

Wracking your tired brain, you try to remember what the seventh circle consisted of. But you can't. Your mind is so blurry with confusion, anxiety, and a deep exhaustion that will never let go that you cannot keep a single thought clear enough to understand.

He walks in front of you, silent.

You're not sure why, but you feel an incessant need to talk. Exhausted, you don't want to. But the need to fill the silence is so strong you almost break a few times. The only reason you don't is because you know he wouldn't bother to reciprocate. You would only be listening to yourself speak and making the exhaustion stronger in the long run.

So you stay quiet, continuously trying to gain some semblance of clarity in your thoughts.

Then suddenly the forest is in front of you.

For a moment you think you just teleported closer, but then the tiny part of your brain that hasn't flown yet realizes that you simply checked out for however many hours it took to get here.

You just stand there and stare at the trees.

This forest is different. The trees are not burnt or molding like the other circles; instead, they are simply gray. Nothing else. Gnarled and colorless, the trees sit there in dead silence.

There are giant roughly broken stones scattered across the ground, some in and some out of the forest, as if a structure was once there thousands of years ago and was brought to ruin. Somewhere in your fuzzy memories you remember there being something a little like this at the entrance to the second circle too.

"Was there something here?"

The sound of your voice doesn't sound like your own, it sounds strange; disconnected from you after not being used for a while.

"Yeah."

You turn your head and look at him, watching him scan over the ruins with a look of hatred in his gaze.

"What happened?"

The demon looks at you, "The earthquake."

"Earthquake?"

"The one that shook the earth at the time of His death."

There's a swell of something deep in your chest, something like sadness but also an undeniable hope.

A brief thought passes through your brain as you scan the ruins, wondering if these rocks would hurt you if you were to touch them.

The urge to reach out and caress them is so visceral that you don't stop yourself from stepping forward and doing just that.

JK looks on in confusion as he watches the human walk forward, a deep sadness in her gaze as she stretches a hand out and places it on one of the jagged stones.

A deep shudder goes through the forest, making you step back and look around, not aware of the fact that he's watching closely.

You look at your hand and gulp when you see a small streak of red there.

The blood isn’t your own.

Looking back at the stone, you see nothing there that would have been the cause.

"What're you doing?"

You look at him to see him glowering at you, which isn't unusual.

"Hm?" You mumble.

"You're a freak," He mutters before shaking his head and walking on ahead.

Looking down at your hand, you stare at the red smear for a moment before cradling your hand to your chest and following him into the dense and unwelcoming wood.

The further into the forest you go, the darker it becomes. The trees do not gain any more or less color, it feels as though the entire area has become a black and white film. The trunks become closer together, the branches above your heads tangle into each other more and more until even the blood red sky of Hell is nearly gone entirely; only the tiniest slivers coming through every once in a while; a stark contrast to the rest of the surroundings.

You walk in more silence; which isn't easy to try and get re-accustomed to after speaking a few brief words with him.

It's more than a little alarming when he suddenly stops moving and whispers a hushed order to be quiet.

Even though you weren't speaking, you still freeze so that you can't be heard walking. Soon the sound of footsteps reaches your ears and you can physically feel the color draining from your face as you listen intently to whoever is getting closer and closer.

The demon makes no sound either, which makes the situation that much more terrifying.

Why should a demon be afraid of one of Hell's many inhabitants? Isn't he one of the worst among them? One of the most feared in those hearts that believe?

You gulp, trying not to breathe too loudly as the footsteps continue to get closer.

They sound heavy and slow, which does nothing for your anxiety.

Whatever it is, is very large.

When you feel his cold hand on your arm, pushing you in a certain direction, you don't stop to argue. You let him shove you into a small grove of shrubbery separate from the main path you had been on.

Crouching down when he motions to, you make yourself as small as possible in order to conceal your presence behind some of the gnarly plants.

You get yourself situated right before the footsteps are right where the two of you were previously standing. A horrid stench like that of a barn that's not been cleaned in months wafts through the air and you cover your mouth before a gag can come out.

What is that horrible smell?

Without moving at all, you look through the skinny branches of the bush in front of you, but you can't see anything.

A loud snort makes you flinch, a chill running down your spine as you freeze up in fear.

There's something out there, but you don't know what it is.

Would it be better to see it, or to let your imagination run wild?

As you stay crouched there, unmoving, you realize that your legs are beginning to cramp up in the awkward position that you've held longer than usual.

You silently look to your left to see him crouched next to you, seemingly unaffected as he peers through the bush at whatever is there. Then he turns his head and sees you looking at him. He slowly brings a finger up to his lips to remind you to be quiet, then he points at a part in the branches.

Carefully, you move your head a little to the left and look where he's pointing.

Heart slamming into your throat immediately, you almost choke on it as you force yourself to stay put and not move a muscle.

In front of the bush, not even twenty yards away, is a massive creature with matted black fur and horns. It's standing on two feet, bulging arms hanging at its sides as it swings its head back and forth, sniffing the air.

A minotaur.

That's a minotaur.

The fear in your heart is so intense that you're afraid it might just stop and you'll keel over before the beast even has a chance to attack.

You jump when there's a touch on your shoulder, then turn to see him looking at you with a raised brow. Ignoring him, you look through the bush again at the guardian of the seventh circle, sweat starting to form on your lower back.

Then there's a hand on your waist, pulling you to the left and right into him as the demon places his lips right next to your ear and whispers.

"Calm down, little girl. You're only making it worse."

You pull away and look at him indignantly.

What is he saying? It seems like this is far from the time to be making jabs. There's a giant beast out there that could tear anything to shreds in mere seconds.

Well, you at least.

JK rolls his eyes and pulls you against him once more, hand gripping your waist firmly while he holds you in place as he brings his mouth back to your left ear.

"He can smell fear. And you, darling, absolutely reek of it."

You gulp.

How are you supposed to not be scared in this situation? And him telling you that has not helped at all.

You're about to say this, but get cut off when suddenly his other hand is grabbing your chin and turning your face towards his.

Staring into his dark eyes, you have no idea what to make of his actions as he leans in closer.

His lips unnecessarily brush your cheek as he moves to your ear once more and ever so quietly whispers, "I can think of a few things that will take your mind off of it."

What in the world is he doing??

"Are you insane?" You whisper harshly as you pull back and look at him.

His smirk only widens as the glint in his eyes shines mischievously.

"Absolutely fucking mental." And he looks it too.

You blink, mind going completely blank.

He's insane.

He's actually insane.

"Don't you dare put your hands on me," You finally snap quietly as you pry his fingers from where they grip your side and shove him away.

JK leans closer again, face dangerously close to yours, "Shh, don't get too mad, doll. You're supposed to be quiet, remember?"

Anger flares up in your chest when he reaches a hand out, probably to touch you again. You slap it away and point a finger in his face.

"If you try anything at all while we're stuck in this tiny space," You're seething even as you whisper with rage, "I will kick you out of this bush and let the minotaur have his way with you, you miserable little creep!"

To your surprise and annoyance, he only smiles at your words.

Then the sound of footsteps makes you whip your head back and look out of the bush, watching breathlessly as the minotaur walks in the opposite direction, long heavy strides and a rank smell following closely behind.

Your brows furrow and you lean closer to the opening to watch in mounting confusion as he continues to stomp away.

When you look back at the demon watching you smugly, it all makes sense.

He had intentionally riled you up in order to distract you from the fear holding your body captive. The anger had certainly made you momentarily forget about your almost inevitably gruesome ending, and apparently was enough to conceal any smell the guardian was attracted to.

Why did he do that?

It's almost like he can hear the question in your mind as he raises a brow, "What? You think I want to deal with having to save your ass from more than I need to? If you didn't have any value to me, all you would be right now is the leftover meat stuck in his teeth."

You make a face at his disgusting choice of words.

"Whatever."

"No 'thank you'?" He asks with a tinge of amusement in his voice.

"I'll let you know if I start feeling grateful later," You shoot back, then take a deep breath to calm yourself.

You don't want to be mad. He's just so good at pushing your buttons until you snap.

The more you let that show the more power he has over you. He's not stupid, he can tell what annoys you, and reacting to it only confirms certain things for him. Demons have done this since the beginning of their days, they only continue to learn more and more over time.

So take a deep breath.

And try to stay calm.

You swipe away the hair that stuck to your sweaty forehead and look through the bush again to see the minotaur is much further now.

"Can we go or is he going to come back?” You chew on your bottom lip, “...should we just stay here for a bit?"

"You can do whatever you want, doll. I'm flattered that you want to be this close to me for longer-"

He cuts himself off when you unexpectedly lean over into his space, your nose mere inches from his own. There's a fiery glint in your eyes as you lean even closer, making him move away and sit back.

"What ever happened to you threatening to kill me, hm?" The taunting smirk on your pure little lips has him swallowing, "Have I really had that much of an effect on you, demon? Feeling a little weak? Poor little thing."

Before he gets a chance to reply, you stand up. When his gaze follows you, his teeth grind at the sight of you looking down on him, a pitying smile directed right at the demon.

Neither of you says anything.

You can see his chest rising and falling in heavy angry breaths as he glares up at the 'human' that has suddenly become bold.

But it doesn't affect you.

At this moment, he is below you.

Finally, he stands up; once again towering over you as he glowers.

But he says nothing.

For the first time, he truly doesn't have a comeback.

You see him swallow before he shoulders past you.

Once he's far enough away, you let out the breath you were holding. Then you look upwards and send a quick prayer of gratitude before turning and following him.

The silence in the forest is unsettling, almost as if the trees themselves are afraid of the circle guardian's presence lurking about.

You're not sure where the minotaur went, but with how loud its footsteps were when it first approached the two of you, you're not worried about it sneaking up.

He keeps a good distance between you as he leads the way, saying nothing.

It's not uncommon for him to be in a mood, but this one feels different. What you did back there must have really struck a nerve.

You contemplate this as you walk through the gray wood.

The trees continue to grow closer, either that or your mind is seeing things that aren't there.

"Ah," You trip on a gnarled root that has found its way across the path and wound itself up into another root from a lumpy tree.

No, they're actually closer together. It's not in your head-

Wait a minute.

You look to your left and right as you walk, but everything is as still and silent as it's been since you came into the wood.

Something's different though.

Even as he continues to walk, you stop where you are.

A moment of dead silence passes, then you hear the smallest creak.

Then the slight rustle of dried leaves.

Now that you've stopped, you can see and hear things you couldn't while you were moving.

Another slow look around you and you know your suspicions were right.

The trees are ever so slowly growing closer and closer together as you stand there.

A long snake-like root slithers excruciatingly slowly past your bare feet, making its way to the other side of the path.

It's almost as if the trees themselves are trying to swallow the path whole; no wonder it's been feeling more and more cramped the further you walk.

You stand there for a moment, a sudden wave of sadness washing over you as the dead yet very much alive plants writhe around in search of more room to accommodate them.

The deep pit in your stomach has no reasoning behind it, at least not one that is clear to you right now.

JK keeps his eyes locked on the ground before him as he walks, not even flinching at the roots and twigs that twitch and reach for each other as he makes no attempt not to step on them as he passes.

Stupid fucking human.

Always thinking she's got something over his head, acting like she knows something he doesn't-

Wait.

He stops walking, coming to a complete stand still in the middle of the nearly undetectable path, all the roots grown over it and each other until they themselves have become the walkway through this section of the seventh circle.

Eyes narrowing, he quickly flits through everything the mortal has said and done since he had the misfortune of stumbling upon it.

His brain rifles through all of the information; every twitch of her eyelid when he says something specific, every little choke in her breath as she tries to get certain words out, even the way she's tried to conceal the pain consuming her body, as if he couldn't already tell. She's a whiny little bitch, but not as much as he would expect, knowing what her body must be going through at this point.

Why...in the ever-living fuck...has she not given up yet?

This other human.

This so-called best friend that she’s madly in love with, even though he clearly feels nothing for her.

That's where the answer lies, he's sure of it.

But who is it?

Surely he can figure it out without too much trouble.

Enough wasting his time with trying useless methods of breaking down her spirit-

What if something were to happen to the best friend?

If he means enough to her to make her endure Hell to get him the Flame, she will be willing to do anything for him.

The demon pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, chewing on it as he stares at a dead leaf bitterly.

Other humans typically break when it comes to things such as pain and longing that are brought upon themselves. This one is different.

She might be smart, but she's not brave enough to challenge him if he brings the best friend into the equation.

Whatever it takes.

JK turns his head, expecting to see her watching him silently as she always does; zoning out and not paying attention to a damn thing like the useless human she is.

But she's not there.

He stares at the empty space where she's supposed to be for a solid minute. Then he finally turns the rest of his body around, hands moving to his hips as he sighs loudly.

Where the fuck did she go this time?

Idiot.

He walks back down the path a little ways, brows furrowing more the further he goes without coming upon her.

Foolish fucking mortal-

The demon stops when he finally sees her standing in the middle of the path.

She seems out of it, more so than usual.

The faraway look in her eyes is clear even from where he is, almost twenty feet away.

"What are you doing?"

No acknowledgments of his words follow.

He sighs through his nose and walks closer, noticing that her hands are clenched into fists at her sides as she stares at a branch on the ground that fell from its tree some time ago.

"I'm not going to stand around and wait for your lazy ass."

Isn't that exactly what you're doing?

He grits his teeth.

There's no sign of her even hearing his threats.

Reaching out a hand, he roughly pushes her shoulder, making her rock back a little before she seems to slowly come out of whatever trance she was just in.

You blink slowly, seeing his strikingly handsome face come into view before blurring a bit, then clearing up again a second later.

"Hm?"

"What do you mean, hm?" He snaps, "What's so fucking important about a stupid branch that you're being so dramatic and wasting my time?" As he says it, he kicks the branch, not even watching as it flies a little ways off the path and lands in the decayed grass with a soft thump.

Your brows furrow in confusion at his outburst.

"What are you talking about?"

He's about to lose it, then he suddenly realizes that you're not just fucking with him.

You're genuinely confused.

As you silently watch him look you over with a suspicious gaze, you try to wrack your brain for an answer as to why you were just standing there, frozen.

Nothing comes to mind.

"We should keep going," You eventually whisper.

JK rolls his eyes dramatically, "Oh should we? Pardon me for making this whole fucking shitshow take longer by standing around like a moron!!"

His last words echo around the forest, making you cringe at the shattering of the silence.

A moment passes, the quiet even more achingly evident than before, even the roots halting their journeys to the other side.

Then you look at him, an eyebrow raised in unamused judgment.

His mouth twists in annoyance as he tries not to say anything else.

Then he leans down close to your face and hisses fiercely, "Just fucking walk."

Unable to help yourself, you stick your tongue out at him as he pulls away.

He scoffs but says nothing more as he turns and continues deeper into the unsettling silence waiting ahead.

As you walk along behind him, you mumble to yourself, mocking his grumpy insults.

You know he can hear you, but he doesn’t make you stop, just lets you continue to huff and puff quietly.

If that’s how you wish to entertain yourself, he doesn’t care.

As long as he doesn’t have to speak to you to keep you from whining at him.

It’s a win in his book.

“Walk, walk, walk, just walk, walk, walk. Stop whining, you’re so stupid, meh meh meh,” You watch your feet in order not to trip, “Idiot, so stupid, bleh bleh bleh. No need to be so mean. Jeez.”

“Think you could complain a little quieter?”

“I won’t.”

He rolls his eyes.

After another few minutes, you realize that maybe you should’ve been more quiet.

But you’ll never admit that.

Once again, you don’t hear it until you see him freeze.

To be fair, he was the one that yelled not long ago.

The heavy footfalls soon reach your ears after you stop behind him.

Again??

Before you can even panic, there’s a harsh grip on your wrist and suddenly he’s taking off through the brush and dragging you with him.

You’re stumbling along behind him, head whipping left and right as you try to figure out where the minotaur is coming from.

The uncovered parts of your feet are stinging as the pale twigs stab unforgivingly.

If they’re in pain, you should be too.

The echoing footsteps sound like they’re coming from everywhere all at once. You don’t understand how the demon knows where to go.

An ear piercing roar makes your chest tighten with horror, the spindly trees quivering along with you.

Eyes locked on the back of his silky black shirt, you focus only on not falling.

Then he’s pushing you into a tree.

You wince at the pain in your wings from being pinned between your back and the rough bark.

His hands are on your shoulders, keeping you in place.

After the initial shock of pain, you notice that he’s breathing heavily, chest rising and falling rapidly as he keeps you against the trunk.

You gulp and breathe carefully, trying not to think about anything but being quiet.

He looks down at you, black hair falling into his dark eyes as he glares at you before speaking lowly.

“I told you to be quiet.”

“Sorry,” You whisper back.

He shakes his head, still catching his breath.

The sound of something large crashing through the forest makes you freeze up again as he pushes you more into the tree, arms on either side of you and locking you in.

Almost as if he’s acting like a shield, the only thing that would be between you and the minotaur…

You don’t notice when the loud crashing eventually gets further and further away.

Neither does he.

There’s a thick heat in the air, different from that of Hell’s typical weather.

When he looks down at you again, it only gets worse.

You’re staring into his eyes, not a single word spoken between you.

The demon swallows the lump in his throat as he looks at the ridiculous doe-eyed human that has caused him nothing but grief since first they met.

Then he’s leaning down, eyes searching your face carefully, as if the answer to all of his questions is written there somewhere, if only he can find it.

When you see him moving closer, you notice that he’s not smirking. He’s not whispering lustful words to try and tempt you into something. Even the look in his eyes is different.

He’s not trying to confuse, or trick, or threaten you in any way.

Soft but cold fingers are suddenly cupping just under your jaw, his thumb barely on your left cheek.

JK leans in even closer.

You’re drawing him in, like a spider in its web; ready to capture the prize that mistakenly ended up there.

For the first time, he thinks he might actually be the fly.

He knows this.

And yet he doesn’t stop.

He comes closer still, until his forehead barely touches yours.

“Damn it.”

His breath fans over your lips.

What is she doing to him?

What is this mere mortal doing to him?

Unable to resist it when he pulls away, you bring your hands up and cup his cheeks in order to stop his retreat.

His eyes lock on yours, a look of pure shock in his.

The warmth of your hands sends something deep into the untouched parts inside of him. Somewhere he has never dared to explore.

A place so dark and twisted that even he will not acknowledge it.

You pull him closer, nose bumping his and your soft breath warming his skin in a way he never thought was possible.

He watches silently as you seem to struggle internally with yourself for a moment, eyes closed.

Then you move and ever so gently place your mouth close to his ear, lips more soft than he’d have ever guessed.

“Not yet,” You whisper before pulling away, not missing the way he almost chases after your lips when you move back.

The look in his eyes as he stares into yours sucks the breath out of you.

Then suddenly he’s moving back, taking his arms from beside you and dragging his eyes away.

It’s like a switch has gone off in him. The dark curtain has returned in his eyes, the stiff and irritated aura that always surrounds him back stronger than before.

“You’re so gullible,” He scoffs.

You say nothing, not denying nor confirming his words.

You know he’s trying to regain his control.

You know that he almost gave in, and it was in no way an attempt to make you fall down that slippery slope of temptation.

It was his own want.

He’s not going to admit that, though.

The way he won’t even look at you before gesturing and muttering something about continuing is telling enough.

Just as the long silence was painful enough to make one's ears bleed, the sudden noise is almost a thousand times worse.

It comes out of nowhere.

One moment you were walking behind him along the path, the next there were the sounds of screams so tortured that your heart lodged itself in your throat and you stopped cold, the blood running through you freezing in your veins.

You hadn't even realized you were turning around to run the other direction, until you felt a hand grab the neck of your cardigan and unceremoniously yank you back.

The instinct to fight the demon as he wrestles you into a secure hold is strong, but you're no match against the strong arms that pin your back into his chest.

Only seconds pass before he's practically lifting you off the path and carrying you behind a thick tree.

"Calm down, you idiot!" He hisses in your ear.

"I don't wanna look- please! JK please!" You breathe out, panicky, "Please- please don't make me look, I don't- I can't-"

The feeling of you shaking in his arms gives him pause for a millisecond before he's back to rolling his eyes at your weakness.

The tears come before you can even process what's happening.

Because it's too late.

You already saw; you're already staring straight at a thin middle-aged man, covered in something red and steaming as he screams while trying to climb out of the deep river of boiling blood that is full of his heartless companions.

The only reason he never climbs out is because each time he tries; an arrow is shot at him, causing him to shriek again before tumbling back into the thick crimson waves. The other sinners fare no better.

Centaurs patrol the sides of the river, crossbows at the ready as they shoot mercilessly at anyone that tries to escape.

Dear Lord, please help me.

An anguished cry falls from your own lips as you try desperately to close your eyes.

Help me.

He tightens the grip he has on you before turning you both around so that his back is facing the river and all you can see are the once again colorless trees.

The sight of a weeping angel wrapped in the arms of a demon as he slowly sinks to the ground with her would baffle any living thing.

"You won’t be able to close your eyes, just look at the trees," He mumbles as you cry uncontrollably.

‘Can't close your eyes.’

‘Look at the blood upon your hands.’

‘Look at what you chose to do.’

‘Would you do it again?’

‘Of course you would-’

That haunting voice that entered your mind when you were being thrown around in the second circle creeps back in, sending a burning chill into your bones.

‘-because look at that blood you drown in.’

‘Look at that blood upon your hands.'

‘It's too beautiful to resist.’

‘You hate Him, don't you?’

‘You hate Him because He did this to you.’

‘He created you.’

‘Look at His creation now.’

‘Wallowing in the blood of innocent victims.’

‘So pathetic.’

‘But you'd do it again, wouldn't you?’

‘Of course you would-’

Your whole body is shaking like a leaf as you use every ounce of strength in you to push that vile voice from your brain.

You will not stand to hear it.

You know who it is now.

You know those words were not aimed at you, but at the prisoners here. As they were in the second circle.

They merely happened to get stuck in your head as a side-effect of being present there.

You will not listen to the poisonous wretch.

Get out.

Get out of my head.

You are not allowed in my mind.

Get out right now.

GET! OUT!

JK feels your whole body tense up for a few moments, then you slump against him, no longer fighting.

You stare blankly at the black and white and gray smudges around you, the sound of screams muffling as you blink slowly.

"-is it?"

A loud ringing pierces your ears as you stare ahead numbly.

You can't close your eyes, but at least you aren't watching what is happening behind you.

"-ell me what's-"

A small smile lifts the corners of your lips when you see the wispy image of two little kids running through the naked trees, their ghostly laughter reaching your ears.

"-idiot. You n-"

"Apple!"

"Hey-"

"You're late, Apple-"

"Hey!"

"I'm sorry," The mumbled words from your lips make the demon frown in confusion as he gently smacks your forehead.

"Hey, come to your senses, idiot."

He sighs and adjusts you the best he can with your dead weight as you mumble and stare at something deep in the forest that isn't there.

When you slump back into his chest, he gives up and leans back with a heavy sigh, his long legs parted to fit your figure in between them, his arms behind him as he leans on his hands, shaking his head in irritation.

As if the situation could've gotten any worse.

They must be having fun.

You swallow, your dry throat making it a bit hard to breathe.

You can feel hands grabbing at you as you start to slip, a voice calling to you, but the words are whisked away by the wind.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I won't let go.

The rest of the dead forest fades away, soon being replaced by lush bushes full of berries, trees full of long branches that squirrels scamper across, and golden sunlight kissing the soft earth.

Cold fingers touch your face.

Warm sun heats up your freezing cheeks.

A chilled breath whispers something softly.

You want to whisper back.

The words get stuck in your throat.

You don't have to be scared anymore.

I can take care of you now.

I promise.

I'll never let go again.

The sound of a bubbling brook reaches your ears, followed by little giggles that float through the air and dance through the ruffling leaves of the apple tree.

They sound so happy.

You blink slowly, the smile on your face growing a little more even as your consciousness slips from you.

Then you can see them once more.

Running.

Running through the trees.

There's the swing, gently swinging back and forth before jolting when the little girl grabs the rope handles, laughing loudly before a squeal leaves her lips.

The boy is there, touching her shoulder gently, "Get on, I'll push you."

She climbs onto the swing as he holds it steady, then he moves behind it and holds the ropes tightly and walks backwards.

"Hold on tight, Apple. This is going to be the highest one yet!"

The small girl has a huge radiant smile on her face as she kicks her feet excitedly, waiting patiently as her best friend pulls the swing back farther than usual before letting go.

As he pushes her, the smile on his face widens at the sound of her joy.

"Higher!"

The blue sky and fluffy white clouds peek through the leaves above her, a mesmerizing view.

This must be what it feels like to fly.

She closes her eyes and pictures soaring up and up.

She has wings like a bird.

Maybe they're blue.

Maybe they're black.

Maybe they're white.

She looks down at the tops of the trees, the tufts of green that look so different from up above.

Nothing can reach her up here.

Here she can laugh.

Here she can cry.

The sun is so close that it reaches out to kiss her cheek as she flies by.

Here there is no pain.

There is no fear.

Here she is free.

She calls to him.

He can be free too.

She calls for him to come have fun.

He has wings like a bird.

Maybe they're blue.

Maybe they're white.

Maybe they're black.

It's okay.

Nothing can reach them up here.

Here they can laugh, and cry, and love.

Here there is no pain.

There is no fear.

Here she can live.

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a/n: tysm for being so patient loves, it's good to finally be back 😭

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