#makes me wanna write more make out sessions hehe
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I know you weren't thinking I'd skip out on my chapter rant and seeing as i had 2!!! Chapters to catch up on you know this will be lengthy. Apologies and spoilers...ish i will try to make shit vague if i can.
1. I FUCKING LOVE THE KIDS!!! OMG I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!! I legit died i was like awww omg. No.. not in this story with Liza janes damn creepy ass creatures! Get the kids out of here!!! 😭
But no for real i loved them and i love kids in gen so it was just adorable!
2. The creepy kid thing. Didn't we discuss this even before you even uploaded the demo in the first place??? Did we not!! I remember we did and regretting that i even said anything. I shld learn to shut up... she says while writing a long ass rant.
3. You are so wrong!!!! So very wrong for writing that walk scene with Basil. You know what you did there! There is no need to send my head spinning like that you cruel person! I had to take a minute. Stupid basil 🙄🤭🫣
4. Can we just stop letting flo like creepy shit. Stop it! I love you now stop touching creepy crap. We've discussed this omg 😭
On that note the doubt i loved. The whole am i crazy thing. And the ROs not believing you is so on point! You slayed!
5. Sawyer... sawyer is me. It's the spiderman meme. I don't camp i don't do outdoors. I love kids but hate grass. I laughed at the what the f.. redirection because honestly SAME!!
And telling MC i guess you're okay. Bruh. Thanks.. i guess??! I have never related more to being so awkward in my life. They are the grumpycat i needed. And them instantly seeing tht creepy thing and going no. 🤣 and the splashing scene. So aggressive lmao like can you stop sounding like a damn Tsundere 😂
What number am i even on.
Idk.
I loved the little therapy session and i wanted to punch every single ex that hurt any of my poor ROs also who the hell cheats on those ppl. Idiots.
And then more creepiness 🙄💀
You keep scaring the crap out of me. I like and hate it lol
I loved the update!!! You are awesome and you shld know i think that by now. I enjoyed it so much! 😇💜
Wheee I'm so happy! Thank you so much
SO GLAD YOU LOVE THE CAMPERS. They're really important to the story and I love them but I'm terrified of accidentally writing them "wrong" or just plain unlikable. It means so much that you like them, foul-mouthed and messy and rude as they can be :D
HAHAHAHAHA WE DID WE SOOOO DID but I'm sorry the trope is right there it'd be illegal if I didn't use it
"Kneel..." Omg now you need to tell me which crushtype your MC was! I wanna know the exact scene you got hehe
No, sorry. He won't stop. And also, it'll take some time for him to believe the MC, but don't worry, he'll come around! And the others, too. Soon. But for the moment, Basil is the only one who believes MC without reservation.
Also very very happy you enjoyed the local grumpycat. That's really the best moniker for Sawyer, but don't worry, they have a heart ^^ somewhere in there.
The therapy session was like writing a scabbed wound, I was really hoping to make it feel like a hug... if that makes sense
Love love love that I got to scare you! So happy! And your lengthy ask means so much to me, thank you <3
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Alright, Luce! You asked, and you shall receive! *cracks knuckles*
So, first of all, I love how easy their new routine is by now. Sure Moon doesn't need to help Robin up, but both of them want that touch, and just because it's not needed doesn't mean it's not appreciated. Just like their relationship forming, the small gestures help take the effort off the smallest things~
And how they just refer to home! So happy that it's exactly the same place they'll be returning to! Their home. For both of them and because of each of them.
And pfffff, I love them both making lighthearted fun of Sun's own antics. Like Sunny, my beloved, please XD Haha, it's good to know they just have this comfortable dynamic and I don't doubt Sun returns any teasing in kind
And ahhhh, I love that Robin just already knows them so well! It's so very sweet that they immediately pick up on the crowd and get concerned about Moon's comfort! But I'm laughing so much at the approach. Robin, hey you get a reward when we surpass this less than ideal conditions. Moon suddenly doesn't care about the conditions and wants to get home to receive his reward. Then gets annoyed at the crowd for stalling said reward and goes "Nope. Screw waiting. Want reward now" Nevermind that it's not quite a reward in that case but details, details.
I mean, Moon did spend pining a lot in the past, Robin should have known that if the offer included them he wasn't going to be very patient lkghdfskj Self-restraint? Moon broke up with her, doesn't even know her anymore XD
And then we get to the fun part!
Hand half entangled in hair half cupping their face? My, mister, what big hands you have there! (aka I see you).
Oh and he starts with the nipping, getting the teeth and the claws out immediately because he knows. He knows them so well by now and he's making it known, and also he can literally feel how correct he is going by Robin's pulse~
And he just keeps going for all the week spots huh? The trailing fingers on the marks left by clothes because he knows it must be sensitive
And the whole thing about the "still talking" line? Ohoho. And Robin wanting to get more by being a brat? Ohoho!
And! The shirt! He really just ripped that bit of the collar off so easily huh!!! Very- very normal about that yes!
(Actually very normal about all of it, definitely not having to reread to be able to comment and not get distracted, what are you talking about)
Makes sense Robin is clinging to him by now, very hard to stand firmly on the ground with all that's happening there.
But then we also go back to very sweet, with Robin wanting to kiss him too. Give him all that love and attention he also deserves, (though I think there must be also very satisfied to have them like feeling like putty in his arms ghñakh).
And haha I don't think there's much I can say about the last lines of the fic when they say it all sñfdhfñhaf other than I'm very glad to see Moon taking his self appointed duty to make sure Robin gets a good rest veeeeery seriously~
After the delay of work and cryptid sightings insanity, I get to this!
Scratch an Itch (And You) for context!
And yeah!! It was a lot of fun to just depict this normal for them, by then not even all that new anymore! They settled in it, and it's home just like the duplex, and I love letting them enjoy the domesticity of it all. They help each other even when it's not an emergency, but simply because they want to, no matter how small the burden they lift off their partner's shoulders. They're comfortable, and secure!! And I love showing that <3
Same with the Sun teasing! Like, sure, Y/N held back before, but then it's just too fun not to share, and besides, Sun may pretend to be miffed, and play that up - crossing his arms, looking up with a "hmph", but he knows they enjoy these parts of him, too, and that's why they shared!
(Moon gets teased for his gimmick still, and acting like a hissy stray whenever someone mentions "hey you might need to talk with 2+ people". Y/N gets teased for their personalized gadgets and interest/ imitation of spy movies. Everyone gets payback <3)
And look. look. Y/N knows him well, but he still surprises them sometimes <3 So when there's even more people he'd have to keep an eye on he decides to wait it out in the most fun way available >:3c But definitely also "why would I wait if I can just get it now? want it now (:" gfhdj even settled into the relationship he's done pining, he knows what he wants and knows he can get it too <3
Self restraint was a necessity he no longer has to entertain <3 Goodbye, sweet love, you are no longer needed here <3
Look. Look. I have no excuse I am simply. I am predictable and perhaps big hands are a bit of a pleasure for me that I refuse to call a guilty one <3
We're already under the cut so. Look. I just. Projected SO much FHDJSK This shot was aimed at me and all of you are just splash damage <3
The teeth? The claws? The collar rip?
Y/N being a brat?
I just went 100% self indulgence here and I'm very glad I'm not the only victim <3 It still fit both of them, of course, because AU at the core is my AU with what I want to see! Their dynamic works out like that, Y/N is definitely not the type to simply let him do all that, they want in on the action! They also want to have fun, be it through oh so rewarding brattiness or getting his jacket open or kissing him also <3
(That being said, writing this was still fascinating because I am literally only enticed and interested in theory, I simply do not have any interest in relationships like this irl FGHDJSK)
Moon definitely had his fun - making Y/N melt, having them so obviously desperate to also get their hands (and lips) on him, they want him just as much as he wants them, and that's always nice to see <3
He also greatly enjoys that they now have a ruined shirt they need to cover, and hey, would you look at that! He has a jacket he doesn't need! <3
But yes, he takes his role as sleep watch very seriously <3 Gotta make sure they're sooo tired, and then he'll just hold them to their "I'll stack' comment hehe. Keep them close, and enjoy the quiet time once they're snoozing, looking at them and just thinking about how lucky he is <3
(Sun comes to, Y/N passed out on top of him, covered in the evidence of last night's fun... And well, he's a greedy bastard too <3 )
(Edit bc im an awkward mess: I'm hinting at making out only. I'll never even allude to sex, steamy make outs is literally all I'm comfortable with so the evidence is just the bite marks left on their neck and shoulders)
#answer let luce#chaotikanvas#accidentally undercover#cw suggestive#just discussion of it mostly but yknow#anyways this answer is shorter than I thought because I got too flustered to elaborate on the suggestive bits FGHDJS#I wrote this drabble and half my focus was just “where tf are their hands rn”#so that was fun FGDHSJ#the other half was “how do I melt as many people as possible”#and I'd say that was successful! hehe <3#ty for indulging me and telling me which parts hit good <3#makes me wanna write more make out sessions hehe#already have one planned after all <3
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svt when they’re clingy
genre: headcanons, humor (i like to think that i’m funny)
rq: not a request!
notes: my previous write was getting more love than i thought oml ;-; thank yall
SEVENTEEN WHEN THEY’RE CLINGY
choi seungcheol
✧ most clingy when he doesn’t wanna wake up
✧ pouty babie
✧ would n o t let go of his hold on your waist
✧ nuzzles into your hair
✧ “hnggph.. ‘don’t wanna wake up..”
yoon jeonghan
✧ this man may be a tease but he’s a clinger
✧ extra clingy when asking for something from you
✧ holds onto your arm and rests his head on your shoulder
✧ lots of cheek kisses
✧ “c’mon baby.. pretty please?”
hong joshua
✧ rarely clingy, but when he is he really could get away with anything
✧ gets touchy
✧ likes to hug you from the back while caressing your torso
✧ places kisses here and there
✧ murmurs “i love you”’s
wen junhui
✧ neck! kisses!!!!
✧ gets clingy more often than you think
✧ backhugs (2)
✧ texts 24/7
✧ “baby where you goin’ ?” “the toilet..?”
kwon soonyoung
✧ clings to you 24/7
✧ extra clingy when he’s drunk
✧ peppering kisses all over your face
✧ pet names, lots of it
✧ “y/n my baby i love you so so soo much”
jeon wonwoo
✧ clingy when cuddling
✧ secretly loves cuddling but doesn’t tell you
✧ neck kisses (2)
✧ fiddles with your hands while he holds them
✧ not a words of affirmation guy but will make sure you feel safe with him <33
lee jihoon
✧ sorry, he does not cling
✧ shows a shitton of affection through his actions tho
✧ on days where he needs you the most, he would take the initiative to hold your hand and runs his thumb over your knuckles
xu minghao
✧ clingy when he’s tired
✧ asks for cuddle sessions
✧ doesn’t really talk, just rests his head on your shoulder
kim mingyu
✧ clingy a l l the time
✧ lots of skinship
✧ squishes your cheeks
✧ kisses on your lips and forehead
✧ hugs you and smooths out your hair gently
lee seokmin
✧ clingy when he’s happy hehe
✧ interlaces his fingers with yours
✧ occasionally flashes you a smile and gives you cheek kisses (awh)
boo seungkwan
✧ turns into such a baby when he’s clingy :(
✧ is so giggly
✧ nuzzles into your neck
✧ loves playing w your hair
✧ pickup lines outta nowhere
chwe vernon
✧ like minghao, he doesn’t really talk a lot
✧ asks you to watch movies with him but ends up being a cuddle session
✧ places his head on your shoulder
✧ looks up at you every once in a while and smiles
✧ chuckles when you catch him looking at you
lee chan
✧ so, so, so loving
✧ spoons you and showers you with love
✧ forehead kisses (and smiles while doing it)
✧ NEVER lets go of your hands
✧ “do you know how much i like holding you like this?… a lot baby”
authors note: aaarhhjsjf need soft svt rn ,!:&;!;
p.s. feel free to send me prompts/requests!
#gyuslcve.writes#seventeen fluff#seventeen headcanons#seventeen imagines#svt x reader#seventeen drabbles#seventeen x reader#seungcheol x reader#jeonghan x reader#joshua x reader#junhui x reader#soonyoung x reader#wonwoo x reader#jihoon x reader#minghao x reader#mingyu x reader#seokmin x reader#seungkwan x reader#vernon x reader#lee chan x reader
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Heaven & Hell
pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader
word count: 3.8k
warnings: 18+ MDNI!!!! basically p*rn, there is no plot. unprotected penetrative sex, cussing, impact play/spanking, edging, orgasm denial, sir kink, daddy kink, nicknames, hair pulling (f. receiving), oral (f. receiving), rough sex, cockwarming, squirting, dom!jake, eyeliner jake, sweaty jake, some fluff at the end. if i missed any pls let me know!
a/n: i intended to write this many moons ago and finally got around to it. this is inspired by end DIG jake and his smudged eyeliner. huge thank you to @gold-mines-melting for proof reading, coming up with the title, sending pic ideas and telling me to put in more sweaty jake and better descriptions of his beautiful tummy that we all love so much. love you so much, poppy, thank you<33333 also i wanna say that this is the first time @malany-gvf has not read one of my fics before it got posted so she will be going in blind hehe <3
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The show seemed to drag on for eternity, and you were grateful when the boys reappeared back on the stage for their encore. It's not that you weren’t enjoying the show. You were actually enjoying it a little too much. More specifically you were enjoying the way your hot rockstar of a boyfriend looked on the stage, his chest and neck glistening with sweat, his fingers moving furiously against the strings of his guitar, the way his hips were rocking into the instrument and his back arched, and the eyeliner that had smudged under his eyes.
Oh the eyeliner.
It was a shock to you just as much as it was to the fans that night when the curtain dropped. It was faint, just a little bit of black on his waterline, but my god was it driving you absolutely insane. And as the show went on, and the more Jake sweat, the more the eyeliner smudged making it almost unbearable. The throbbing between your legs wouldn't cease and only got worse, the thin material of your underwear sticking uncomfortably to your core with the arousal that pooled there.
When they started to play Highway Tune you decided it was time to make your way down to the floor so you could meet them as they walked back to their dressing rooms. You were able to catch the last half of the song after their jam session break, and you waited patiently for them to come off the stage. Just by the way Jake had been playing tonight you knew he would be looking for some relief, and that thought alone excited you.
They had finally finished their set and were coming off the stage, Jake was first, nearly sprinting down the steps. Instead of handing his guitar to his stagehand Jake kept walking, one hand on the neck of the guitar to keep it from swinging about. His eyes were glued to your frame the moment he saw you standing there, the eyeliner extenuating his piercing stare. When he caught up to you, his right arm grabbed your left bicep, pulling you with him down the hall.
You didn’t say a word, knowing all too well what was going on. His guitar was covering the erection that had gotten increasingly worse throughout the night which is why he didn’t hand it off. His fingers dug into the meat of your arm, threatening to leave bruises, and it only turned you on more. The thought of him needing release so badly, and what he was about to do to you in the arena dressing room.
Jake released your arm once at the door, his hand flying out to twist the knob. He guided you inside the room with a hand on your lower back, and quickly shut the door behind himself. You wandered over to the vanity in the dressing room, finding the eyeliner he used still laying on the counter.
“The eyeliner was a nice touch, baby. Made all the fans go crazy.” You picked the pencil up and rolled it between your fingers. You watched through the vanity as Jake carefully removed his beloved guitar from his body and placed it on the spare stand by the couch. With the guitar out of the way, you could see just how badly he was straining against his pants.
He was quiet as he came up behind you, his left hand gripping your hip, the right brushing against your neck lightly to move your hair, exposing your neck. You watched his reflection come closer to you, his mouth right by the shell of your ear. His lips skimmed across your skin leaving fiery heat in their wake trailing from your ear down to the junction of your shoulder and neck where he began to place wet, hot kisses against your skin.
“And what about you, sweetness? You seemed to be enjoying the show more than usual tonight. I bet those lacey panties of yours are just dripping.” The sensation of his breath fanning over your skin was making your head fuzzy, and your limbs weak. You barely registered the sound of the eyeliner pencil dropping onto the counter from your hand.
You reached behind your head, tangling your fingers into his hair as your head rested against his shoulder, your back arching to push your ass further into his erection. With both his hands on your hips, Jake gave you what you asked for, rutting his hips into the swell of your ass. A whimper flew from your lips unable to contain just how needy you were for him.
“Jake please, don’t tease me. I need it, need you, bad.” Your voice was breathy and cracked when it came out, sounding like nothing more than a sigh. His hands traveled to the front of your denim shorts, popping the button and pulling the zipper down slowly. Jake slid the material down your legs, letting them pool at your feet.
“Oh don’t worry,” He nipped at your neck before pulling away, “Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.”
Jake pulled your hands away from him and placed them on top of the vanity, closer to the mirror. With the new placement of your hands he had you bent over the desk of the vanity, giving him the perfect view of your ass and your face. Not completely satisfied with your position, Jake swiftly nudged your feet wider apart with his own, spreading your legs for him.
“She’s all wet and ready for me, isn’t she?” He drug his middle finger over your clothed slit slowly. The minor action alone made your heat clench and your clit throb. You needed more, and Jake obliged. His finger peeled your underwear away from your sopping cunt, dropping them to lay with your shorts.
Once removed, his middle and ring fingers swept between your folds, stopping at your clit to rub tight, fast circles. His other hand was busy with the button and fly of his pants, doing his best to free his cock from its confines. You watched his dick slap against his tan and toned stomach that was still glistening with sweat as he pulled his boxers down. He grasped himself with his free hand and ran his tip through your folds, gathering your slick. Your high was building steadily the entire time, the coil in your core getting tighter and tighter. But in an instant it was gone. Jake’s ministrations on the hard bundle had stopped completely when he switched the hand holding his dick to pump himself a few times, covering him tip to base in your arousal.
You were ready to beg, and plead for him to do something, anything, when he slammed himself into you fully. The force with which he rocked into you caused your elbows to give out, your weight leaning solely on your forearms against the cold wood of the desk, and forcing your back to arch more.
“Fuck Jake!” You gasped in pleasure at the way he stretched and filled you just right. It was borderline painful, but that's what made it so delectable. His hips hammered into you, punishing and unrelenting. Just the way you liked.
You pressed your hand against the cool mirror to protect your head from being rammed into it, never taking your eyes off of Jake. Sweat trailed down his face and chest, his hair sticking to his forehead and neck. The scene was like one you had seen almost a hundred times, but not restricted solely to the bedroom. He looked as he did on stage not too long ago, brows furrowed and pinched together, mouth hung open slightly, hips thrusting and eyes glued to the source of his pleasure.
“That’s it, baby,” He nearly growled watching his cock piston in and out of you, “God you take me so fucking well. Like you’re made just for me, isn’t that right?” He tore his eyes from where the two of you connected and met yours through the reflection in the mirror. All of the air had been sucked out of your lungs. The sight of his dark, lustful eyes rimmed in the black eyeliner had depleted you of all thoughts and oxygen. You could only stare back at him and nod with your mouth open.
Air quickly filled your lungs again with a sharp breath as his hand came down on your ass. The sound cracked loudly throughout the space, the motions of his hips never ceasing. You knew there was likely to be a full handprint, red and angry etched onto your skin.
“I’ll try again in case you didn’t understand the question,” He planted his hand on the vanity next to your elbow, the sweat that spilled down his chest now began to seep into your shirt as he leaned into you. His other hand gripped your hip, using it to hold you firm. You didn’t dare look away from him, holding eye contact while he spoke next to your ear.
“Who does this dripping cunt belong to?” He asked, his voice low and gruff. You couldn’t stop the groan that tumbled passed your lips even if you had tried.
Jake was always sweet and gentle with you. He would constantly whisper ‘i love you’s into your hair with a kiss, bring you flowers any chance he had, open doors for you and hold you like you were the most fragile thing on the planet. You knew he would never hurt you intentionally and loved the way he worships you.
Every now and then, though, you would get this side of Jake. He was demanding and rough and obscene. And you loved every single bit of it. This was exactly what you had been hoping for when you saw him on stage earlier in the night, and you were ready to feed into this side of him.
“You, daddy, it’s all for you. Only for you.” You cooed watching for his reaction. His jaw clenched, and you could’ve sworn the chocolate of his irises turned solid black.
In a split second he stood back up, both hands latched onto your waist. The speed on his hips never waivered, but his hands guided your hips to meet his with every thrust.
“Don’t you dare take your eyes off me, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” You nodded quickly.
Your promise was quickly forgotten as his hips drilled into you faster and harder. The pace he set was absolutely grueling. With each thrust you were brought closer and closer to your end, you couldn’t hold your head up any longer. Your chin dropped down to your chest, your eyes squeezing shut.
“What did I just fucking say?” Jake’s hand wrapped around your throat and pulled you upwards as he continued to fuck you mercilessly. When your back was fully flush against his chest, his hand moved upwards to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him in the mirror. With the new angle you were teetering on the edge of bliss.
Jake knew instantly. He knew your body better than anyone. Knew all the signs of your impending orgasm.
“I’m gonna-“ You were swiftly cut off with a smack to your left outer thigh.
“No you aren’t, you’re gonna be a good girl and you’re not going to cum until I say so.” Jake grit out through his clenched teeth next to your ear, hot breath cascading over your sticky skin.
Using the hold on your jaw he roughly pushed you back towards the counter top of the vanity. Your left arm shot down, your right catching on the mirror to stabilize yourself. Every breath, moan, and whine escaping your mouth fell against the mirror making it fog slightly.
“Jake please, please. I can’t- I need to- fuck, I need to cum, please.” You whine, giving him your best fucked-out-doe-eyes.
Jake’s only response was a groan coming from deep within his chest. His hand that was previously on your jaw wound tightly in your hair, drawing your head back sharply. The new pleasure that coursed throughout your body was heavenly. You felt him everywhere, and it was sinful bliss.
With the grip on your hair, he used the leverage to pull your body backwards to meet each unforgiving thrust of his hips. The only sounds that came from you now were choked back sobs as you did your best to keep your orgasm at bay. You did as you were told and kept your eyes on his reflection, his lust blown orbs staring back at you.
“Oh fuck babygirl, just like that.” The words came out low and breathy, sending you headfirst into your long awaited climax. Through your squinted eyes you watched as Jake’s head snapped back, his mouth hung open.
Before he reached his own climax, he pulled out of you quickly. His fingers circled your clit making sure to carry you through the rest of your high. When you finally came down, he turned you around pressing your ass to sit on the counter. Without warning Jake dropped to his knees in front of you and pulled your thighs around his shoulders, eyes boring into you the entire time.
He dragged his tongue slowly up your slit, gathering your release and groaning deeply, his eyes rolling backwards. The sight alone was enough to bring you to the edge so quickly. The smudged eyeliner underneath his eyes made him look so soft, yet dangerous. Like he could flip on a dime at any moment and split you in half just as he was moments ago.
With each pass of his tongue over your sensitive bundle the coil deep in your core burned hotter. Jake was steadily working you towards another orgasm with his velvet smooth tongue alone. Your nails raked against his scalp, pulling groans from him and sending the vibrations straight to your dripping heat.
You could spend eternity like this. Jake’s head between your legs, worshiping you the way he loves most. He looked absolutely divine. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and neck. The ends of his hair clinging to the wet skin. The look in his eyes was probably the best part. He looked like he was in absolute heaven, enjoying the way his tongue glided against you, gathering every bit of your sweet nectar.
Just when you were about to fall off the edge, Jake pulled back with a wicked grin. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, his tongue darting out to clean what he missed. You huffed a needy sigh in retaliation.
“What’s the matter babygirl?” He rose to his feet and placed his hands on the vanity, caging your hips between them. His eyes darted around your face in faux concern before his mouth broke into a smirk.
“Oh.”
Such a simple word, but it was mocking and condescending, “Did you think I was going to let you cum?” The arrogant smirk never left his face as he reached up to tuck the hair from your face behind your ear. His hand slid down your neck softly, landing on the juncture of your throat and shoulder.
“Only good girls get to cum more than once, baby. You haven’t been very good.”
“I’ve been good.” You whined with a pout, squirming under his gaze.
“But you haven’t. I told you not to cum until I said so and did you listen?”
“No.” You dropped your chin to your chest, your focus landing on his necklaces dangling from his chest. His hand snaked up your neck to the base of your skull, his thumb pushing under your jaw and forcing you to look up at him.
“No, you didn’t. Do you know what that means?”
“I need to be punished.” You whispered innocently and sweet, looking at him doe-eyed.
“That’s right, baby. Stand up.”
You did as he asked and stood from your seated position with a little help from Jake. He led you to the couch where he rid himself of his pants and boxers fully before taking a seat.
“You’re gonna ride me until I say you can cum. Is that clear?”
He looked glorious sprawled out across the mundane couch. His arms were outstretched on the back, legs wide open and cock pressed against his soft, yet firm stomach. Everything about him in this simple state exuded confidence and authority.
The cushions of the couch were plush, your knees sinking into them softly as you moved closer to straddle him. With your mouth practically watering you nodded frantically. You received nothing but a ‘tsk’ from Jake and a firm hand connecting to your backside earning a hiss from your lips as you sucked in a quick breath.
“I asked you a question.” He was stoic with an eyebrow cocked looking up at you, waiting for another slip up.
“Yes sir.”
“That’s my girl.” His hand soothed the sting it left behind and slid upwards to rest on your waist. You lowered yourself down onto his lap with your hand wrapped around his length, guiding him through your slick walls.
He wore the same authoritative expression as you lowered yourself all the way down. Cocksure and waiting. It was a sight that made you that much more aroused. Something about the way he emanated power while you were mechanically in control turned you on immensely.
With both hands on his shoulders for support you lifted yourself up while rolling your hips forward before taking all of him in again. The speed you moved was steady, enjoying the feeling of his cock pushing and pulling against your clenching walls. Each motion of your hips wound the coil tighter and hotter, your second orgasm within reach.
It was at this point that Jake grew impatient. His fingers dug roughly into the flesh at your waist and he took control of your hips, lifting you up quickly before slamming you back down on him fully. With each descent of your hips to his, you were met halfway as he began to thrust up into you. Moans, and gasps tumbled past your lips with an occasional curse word.
Your body eventually gave up, letting Jake have all the power. The only thing holding you upright were your arms looped around his neck and his left arm cradling the entirety of your back, your head supported with the same hand. In this position he was all around you. There was nothing else, only Jake.
You kept your eyes locked on his, your mouth hung open in ecstasy, his lips drawn up into something akin to a pinched sneer.
“Is the pretty girl too fucked out to beg?” He mocked between thrusts. You couldn’t answer him, not a coherent thought forming.
“That’s okay baby. She’s doing all the begging for you, gripping my cock so tight. I know she wants it.” Your eyes rolled back at the way he spoke about your pussy. He was going to be the death of you.
“Go on then, let her have it. Cum for me, princess, give it to me.” Jake grit between clenched teeth, holding back his own climax just long enough to demand yours. For the second time he threw you over the edge into the vast pit of searing pleasure. The feeling was euphoric and relieving, the intense pressure that had been building finally released.
Though your senses were dulled through the haze you could feel water coating your thighs, ass and belly, soaking portions of your shirt.
“Oh fuck!” Jake groaned from below you the sound emanating from deep within his chest. He fucked into you faster somehow prolonging your orgasm and increasing the amount of liquid you felt splattering your skin.
“That’s it babygirl, keep soaking my cock. Such a good girl squirting for daddy. Goddamn.” Praises flew past his clenched teeth as he reached his own high only to fall on deaf ears. You were far too gone to understand any of what he was saying.
Violent muscle spasms rolled through your body while Jake did his best to support you through his release. He pulled your body into his with your chests pressed together and your cheek resting against his shoulder. The spasms faded into twitches before dissipating while you laid against him. You could feel every breath he took, his chest heaving up and down.
“Goddamn you are perfect,” Jake whispered breathlessly and turned to place a kiss on your cheek, smoothing your hair with his hand, “I love you so much, baby.”
You peered up at him, not having the energy to move your head, and met his eyes. He was smiling softly at you and practically glowing. A smile etched its way onto your face, tired and completely fucked out.
“I love you too.”
The two of you stayed in that position for a little while longer until you were uncomfortable, your combined sweat beginning to dry. You sat up from his sticky chest and winced due to the soreness and him still being tucked inside you. Jake was about to help you off of him when you froze.
The entire couch was practically soaked. The cushions on either side of you were wet and you were positive the one below you had to be drenched. Your shirt was also wet, the lower half of it clinging to your skin, and Jake’s groin and belly showed remnants of liquid that had sprayed across him.
“Oh my god…”
“Made quite the mess baby, but it’s okay,” He pulled you closer with a hand to the nape of your neck, “It was insanely hot.” He flashed you a smirk and placed a quick kiss to your lips.
He helped you ease off of him and stand, holding your hands while you regained your balance on wobbly legs. When he was sure you could stand on your own he followed suit. Your guess was in fact correct. The cushion that had been below you was almost completely covered.
Jake followed your wide eyes staring at the couch. As if sensing your anxiety he pulled the cushion out of the couch, turning it 180° before flipping it over and placing it back on the couch. He did the same with the others before looking back to you.
“Good as new.” He pulled you into his side and kissed your hair. You wrapped your arms around his waist and gave him a thankful squeeze.
“Thank you.”
“Of course, baby. Now,” He squeezed you back before untangling himself from you to face you fully and hold both of your hands, “Let’s get you a new shirt and get back to the hotel so we can take a nice hot shower and clean you up. How does that sound?”
“Like heaven.” You sighed dreamily feeling your body relax at just the mention of hot water cascading over your aching muscles.
“Not quite,” Jake chuckled and shook his head, “You’re the only thing on this earth that’s like Heaven, baby.”
“If I’m like Heaven, then what’re you?”
He gave you a wicked grin and shot you a wink, holding his arms out as if presenting himself.
“Welcome to Hell, angel.”
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hi! first of all, i wanna say that your writing is so good omg... i'm obsessed with your sephiroth fics, which is why i wanna request smth spicy and sweet like reading in bed together, perhaps? with lots of teasing that eventually ends up in a violent makeout session 😭😭 thank you <3
hi lovely!! thank you so much!🥺 it makes me so happy that you like them and i've been thinking about this ever since you sent this request sghdlkg🫠🥰🩷 thank you so much requesting!! i hope you like it💕 i really enjoyed writing it hehe
sephiroth x reader with no pronouns used
16+ please, heavy making out but nothing explicit
you aren’t sure you’d ever get used to the sight before you but it’s one you would never tire of all the same.
pale skin under dim light that looks as ethereal as starlight and carved from the most precious of marble by the goddess herself, surrounded by a halo of soft silver locks. cat-like eyes that sparkle like a million emeralds in the sea half hidden behind the binds of a book you can’t quite make out the title of with the long fingers that hold it in place.
it’s not like it’s the first time you’ve seen any of these things either. sephiroth was always beautiful, chest on display in his uniform, his captivating eyes catching more than a few gazes and you often saw his skilled fingers that hold onto masamune. but it’s not comparable to this; with his back pressed against the headboard, completely shirtless, his arms exposed, the span of his toned stomach on full display and he looks so relaxed. fully and completely without a worry except why you weren’t curled in bed next to him.
a worry you’re quick to ease when, despite how awestruck you feel, you crawl into bed and slot yourself between his awaiting arm and warm chest, opening up your own book as you snuggle against him. his arm around you tightens in turn as if you hadn’t come quite close enough and the gentle press of his lips to the side of your head follows wordlessly.
though a usual occurrence if you’re being honest, you’re distracted from your book by the man holding you against him. instead of your eyes wandering the words in front of you, they’re focused on the faded scars along sephiroths arm and the veins traveling up his hand that seems about as focused on his book as you are.
his fingers are warm, dipping under your sleep shirt and lightly grazing along your skin in a back and forth motion that makes you break out in goosebumps but it doesn’t feel like a mindless motion when they keep going, sliding ever so slightly under the waistband of your pants and back up again as if to get more of a reaction out of your body.
“is there something i can help you with?” you try to ask it as seriously as you can, trying not to be as heated as you feel just by this simple touch but your voice is full the effects it had left on your heart, and amusement, more than anything else.
you’re sure that not many would describe him as such but his expression is all innocence that you aren’t completely sold on when you swore you saw the upwards tug of his lips for a flash when you looked back up at him.
“what do you mean?” he asks, his tone not giving him away either.
with narrowed eyes, you study his face, your heart undeniably weak to him, and you catch a playful glint in his eyes that he couldn’t suppress when he raises a brow at you. you try to play it off cool, like you didn’t find what you were looking for on his face even though you know he’s doing it on purpose and return to the book you still hadn’t read a word of tonight but before you can get far, sephiroth has captured you in his grasp, your chin between his thumb and index finger. he brings your face back to his and you don’t resist his pull at all.
the world seems to slow as he hold you there, his book resting open on his chest, his thumb moving to glide over your bottom lip that parts at the first feeling of his touch while his index fingers keeps you right here, looking back and up at him with your neck stretched but its no uncomfortable and eyes closed, your face warm and your hearts beating in tandem, awaiting his lips on bated breath.
he finally does kiss you after what feels like far too many heart beats than you could bear without him and it’s tender and slow but devouring in a way that makes you dizzy. sephiroth takes advantage of the way you’ve kept your beautiful lips parted for him and dips his tongue inside, licking into your mouth with no urgency but all the heat that normally accompanies such desire.
but he pulls away before you’re ready, like his cheeks aren’t blushing a light shade of pink and his lips aren’t wet. his next kiss he gives you, right when your eyes open, is far less sensuous but full of just as much love, keeps you from whimpering out in protest and when another follows, even more chaste, your head is left in a fuzzy state that makes you not question when he’s returned to his book and you follow suit.
or at least in the same way you’ve been ‘reading’ since you got into bed with him. and now it would be even more impossible to do so properly. your lips linger with the taste of him, your face still burning with the warmth he drew out of you, and everywhere your bodies touch is tingling, the parts that aren’t aching for the same.
unfair, you think with a pout, stealing a glance at him and seeing he now looks completely unaffected and concentrated on his book, though you have no doubt he knows you are staring at him.
you don’t know how long passes until you decide you can be unfair too. if it’s seconds or minutes before you’re closing your book and placing it on your nightstand, not even bothering to mark the page, and when you turn back around, the bed dips as you crawl on top of him with your legs straddling his.
he chuckles when your eyes meet, the sound making your chest flutter, and then closes his book too, letting you see all of his pretty features, and leaving it forgotten on the bed next to him.
a millisecond from when his book touches the mattress, so does your back and before the world even stop spinning in how quickly he moved you, sephiorth has a hold of your wrists and is pinning them above your head with one hand, using his other arm to keep his full weight from crushing you. your legs are still straddling him, spread wide and nearly resting on the sides of your chest that rise and fall with quick breaths, like you’re prey caught entirely by its predator.
you try to stop the little gasp that leaves your lips when he leans down, putting just a bit more of his weight on you, his hair falling over you both like a curtain of moonlight, your hips flush as his lips find your neck but he doesn’t kiss you, they only glide along your soft skin.
“perhaps it’s you that needs something from me?” he asks against your neck, his voice low, just above a whisper.
“you started-!” your words are cut off by the open mouthed kiss he leaves on the base of your neck, hot and mind melting and making your wrists wiggle in his hold with the way you writhe underneath him at the jolt of electrifying pleasure it sends down your spine and to every nerve in your body.
you can feel him smile against your skin at the reaction and even in this hypnotizing state, you soak in the feeling of it, memorizing it so it might imprint on your skin for you to remember forever.
“if i recall correctly my love, you got on top of me first,” he kisses your neck again with the same fervor, his teeth grazing along your skin when he pulls away and the way you whimper makes his eyes darken, his voice dropping a dangerous octave. “you’re shaking already.”
you are. there’s no denying it or trying to stop it and it isn’t even about who started it at this point. you just need him and with the way he handles you with gentle strength, like you are delicate but never slipping through his grasp, you all but melt into it what he gives you and try your best to let out a plea for more.
“seph..”
his lips are on yours in an instant, nearly teeth clashing in how deep he delves into your mouth and he groans at the feeling of your tongue on his and your hands tightening in his grasp at the ripple of bliss but he doesn’t budge in his hold. you swear you could cry not getting to touch him too. your legs around his thin waist, your chests more than flush with every little breath you try to take between having his tongue continue to explore yours, is not nearly enough.
you know you aren’t in control when you successfully, on the first attempt that was slow and with little force behind it, flip yourself back over so you’re on top of him. he lets go of your hands in the roll of your bodies, both of you ensuring your lips never break, and as soon as you can, your hands are holding his face, brushing the stray hairs from his temples with tender love before pulling him into your lips with overwhelming passion.
sephiroth can barely hold on. the way you touch him with the same care he does for you, goddess it’s so more than that, more than he can fathom or has ever had in his life, but with the same longing hunger that makes you lose your sanity just as much as he does for you.. he can hardly process how it feels but in the echo if it all is the assurance that you’re his.
the power he uses to pull you against him with one hand at your back, the other grabbing a handful of your ass, makes you whimper, your hands slipping into his silky hair and tugging lightly at the roots. it’s so intoxicating to have sephiroths strength slip, to feel just how badly he needed you when usually he would hold back, worried to hurt you even if every emotion he feels for you is all consuming but you both knew he never ever would and tonight would be no exception.
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Anyone else just…wanting Argenti to be here sooner?? Like I want my bby ☹️
I did some calculations of how many more pulls I’ll get from me finishing the current event and my daily mission reward gems. I currently have like 122 pulls rn or smt and with THOSE added on pulls. After more math, I’ll be able to get either both Argenti and his LC or just Argenti <33
I actually cannot wait any longer till his banner comes, I have everything for him.
Also out of curiosity, will you be writing for him request wise or are you waiting till you have more info? :D I wanna request him but if you wanna wait idm.
Anyways, sorry for my lil rant :,)
HSR Men when you leave lipstick marks all over his face without him knowing? He finds out because of other people <33 (Blade, Jing Yuan, Dan Heng and Loucha please)
Make sure to take hydrate and take breaks as well okay!! >:) A cookie for your troubles 🍪
-Signed: Argentis Spouse
So Yeah I will write Argenti requests as you’ve likely seen, hehe~
Let’s Do It that’s so cute
Cw! A little bit suggestive-
-Covering them in lipstick marks-
Blade: Kafka laughs. Blade looks confused. All he had done was walk out of a room and run into her and now she was laughing at him??
“Did you have a good time with y/n, Bladie?”
And he looks So confused. How could she Possibly know what he had been up to??
Then she pulls out her hand mirror and shows him his face.
COVERED in pretty little red kiss marks.
He actually looks. A little flustered.
He quickly excuses himself to the restroom to clean himself off.
Jing Yuan: Yanqing is the one who has to go…”uh…General…” then he points to his face awkwardly.
Jing Yuan doesn’t care at all. He’s proud. Heck, he’ll talk about it. Talk about how you were in his office, peppering his face with kisses while you sat on his desk where he was working.
Oh my gosh the way Yanqing covers his ears-
Dan Heng: Dan Heng hears from March 7th hehe.
She. Pulls out her camera. And takes a picture first. And Dan Heng is just like ???
So she shows him the picture. And the way his eyes WIDEN and his face REDDENS.
He’s flustered, he really is. You didn’t tell him after your little session that you left marks-
He hides in the archives before anyone else can see.
Luocha: He prides himself on his elegant appearance. So imagine his surprise when Jingliu won’t stop staring at him in that disturbing way she does.
“Had fun with a friend?” she finally asks. And he’s like. “What? How do you mean?”
And he takes a look at himself in the mirror, and he gasps like a repressed Victorian maiden, struggling to wipe off the kiss marks.
Bonus!Argenti (just for you Argenti’s spouse😉): Argenti prides himself on being presentable. But he’s also a man who loves himself a good make-out session with his lover.
He didn’t really consider the Consequences though. All he knew was that your lips were an especially pretty shade of red that day, and he wanted kissesss-
You Try to tell him to clean up before he goes out but-
He’s gone before you can haha…
Ah well.
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Hi love, I've been reading your writings and I really liked them 💓, I would like to ask you something about a reader with piercings (more specifically in the nipples, only if you feel comfortable writing about them) and the moonboys discover them, and if you can finish it in smut, much better.
Thankssss <3
Hi bb ❤️ thanks for waiting almost LITERALLY forever for me to get to this. I did it as headcanons cause I feel like that fit the best. I don’t personally have any nipple rings so I hope I portrayed this well hehe.
NSFW, nipple play, reader has nipple piercings, titty-fucking, cum eating, generally dirty smut stuff.
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You have your nipples pierced, and the boys discover them for the first time.
Marc
Marc first notices when you’re wearing a thin shirt and you’re out in public.
Has to do a double take because he thinks that maybe it’s just exceptionally cold in the store.
Stares at them for too long and gets embarrassed when you notice him looking.
When you get back to his apartment he says, “so uh…was it…are you,” he clears his throat, “was it cold today?”
You chuckle and say, “if you wanna see what’s under my shirt, Spector, all you gotta do is ask.”
He gulps when you take your shirt off and looks at you like a little boy excited about a present he’s about to receive.
After that all bets are off.
He’s got them in his mouth a lot, especially while he’s fucking you senseless.
Likes flicking them with his tongue and hearing how responsive your moans are.
Starts demanding that you wear either a more padded bra in public or that you wear more layers. They’re too distracting.
Likes to look at them randomly while at home. Will frequently pull your shirt out for a peek, as if to make sure they’re still there.
Takes a serious liking to boobjobs and having your tits pressed tightly together and slick with spit as he fucks the space between them.
“Your tits look so fucking pretty honey, all dressed up like that, fuck…”
Steven
Doesn’t notice them until you’re having a heavy makeout session and his hands are wandering.
He pulls away from the kiss and his mouth is stuck open and he’s staring at your face.
“L-love what…what is that…what’s goin’ do you have…are your…”
You pull your shirt over your head, showing him your pierced nipples.
Steven comes untouched the first time he gets his mouth on them.
Mr. Oral Fixation always has his mouth on them after that, even during non-sexual moments.
Watching a movie? Steven’s idly rolling his tongue around them whenever he can, lifting up your shirt and sticking his head under there.
He also thinks that they’re very pretty.
Likes going shopping for new ones with you and enjoys picking them out. If they have sparkles he seems to like those ones the best.
His favorite position with you is for him to be seated at the foot of the bed with you straddling him, and his face between your breasts while you ride him.
Alternates between each nipple when sucking on them so one doesn’t feel “left out” over the other.
Jake
Jake knows you have them immediately just by looking at you, so he doesn’t “discover” them necessarily, but he does make it his personal mission to see them with his own eyes.
When he finally does see them, he’s in awe, literally salivating he wants to suck on them so bad.
Has you wear a chain that connects them.
Enjoys using said chain to command you in the bedroom, gently tugging to get you to behave when he wants you to be more obedient.
Sucks them until both your nipples and his lips are red, puffy and raw.
Puts the chain between his teeth while he fucks you just for fun.
Only wants you to wear thin shirts and bras so he can see them at all times.
Starts taking you to nude beaches to show them off as though you having them is some kind of status symbol.
Like Steven, wants to help you pick them out when you buy new ones. He likes the ones that have dangling pieces the best.
Wants you to get other piercings and considers getting a few of his own.
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hi hello :)
I was hoping I could request dry humping with Peter quill headcanons? I think we moved on from him and the other Guardians to fast 😞😞
also, i hope you have a nice day/night :)
hii!! okay I loved this and it was so fun🤭 I did it in between a writing break. and you’re so right!?? feel like people moved on from him too fast :( thank you! hope you have a lovely day/night :) thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌
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peter quill x f reader
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- one thing about quill, is he loves making out. I feel he gets really into it and could do it anywhere. he gets so into it that he'd have a raging hard-on just by kissing you
- if you have more time together/ or alone, I feel like it would get nasty and dirty but like REALLY hot. like panting and breathing heavily into each other's mouths, moaning and whining, the lot!! just all round needy and desperate, maybe a bit sloppy, just like disgustingly hot
- I feel like he likes being teased, and gets turned on so bad that it hurts. so he loves to dry hump
- like you'd be on his bed laid down, and he'd be over you (I pictured the scene in vol 1 after he saves gamora) he'd be hovering with his hands around your face, throat, hair, everything. he gets really touchy, and just wants to touch you- anywhere he can reach
- he'd grind himself into you, rubbing yourselves through the fabric
- lots of panting and desperate noises !!!
- if you were laying underneath him, he'd kiss the fuck out of your throat, bruising it with sloppy wet and harsh kisses, maybe lots of hickeys on your throat and chest area
- but if you were sat on top of him, straddling his lap, his hands would be tight around your waist, moving you over him, pushing you into his clothed crotch etc. he'd probably suck your tits at the same time, peppering the pushy part under your nipple with wet kisses, probs softly moaning at the same time (I can't help it, I love vocal men hehe)
- he'd get really overwhelmed and maybe a little frustrated, but I think he loves it
- would mumble swears constantly!!
- would be a real charmer and dirty talker. "God-I want you so fucking bad," "I wanna be inside of you," "I need to be in you," "you're making me so hard," "just let me put it in, I want it so bad,"
- I also think he begs, maybe ?? potentially ?? if it's sex he's more dominant and likes control, but if it's dry humping?? I feel he's kinda submissive, and pleads?? kinda pussy drunk, except he isn't inside (if that makes sense)
- maybe blubbers a bit, kinda like he loses control
- im partial to believe he sometimes comes in his pants during your dry-humping sessions, and I don't think he'd be embarrassed about it. but if you didn't come, he'd probably eat you out or finger you, or maybe fuck you once his dick isn't so sensitive
- sometimes dry humping is just foreplay, sometimes it isn't. he might have more planned for afterwards ;)
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(sits on the floor and smiles joyously) hiii literally all ive been thinking about is this au hehe <333 been thinkin about the three hogs as rommates,,what do u think their dynamic would be n stuff? (as pairs or as a full trio, etc?) suuuper duper in love with everything youve been doing here btw GRAAHHH <sorry the demon escaped
THIS TURNED OUT WAY LONGER THAN EXPECTED ABDSJDF i rambled alot B]. ALSO RAGHH THANK YOU!! kicking my feet and twirling my hair it genuinely makes me so happy knowing people love my silly, little, super self indulgent au <3
okay so i’ll start by saying Eggman pretty much just threw them into their apartment and told em “BOND”. Initially, they were a little awkward with one another and Sonic could NOT stand it, he was doing everything in his power to make this getting to know each other process QUICK. Silver was definitely the easier one to talk to out of the two, Shadow would often just give either of them a look (trust he wanted to say something but he’s socially awkward and REALLY isn’t used to talking to new people).
They start warming up to each other during their first song writing session, that’s when they find out they all listen to really similar music and start having a super clear idea of what they want the band to be. They end up finding out they all have A LOT more in common than they thought (none grew up with their birth parents, queer, then there's the obvious ones like all hedgehogs, names start with S, musicians ETC ETC ABSKDHD) they start wondering whether Eggman did this on purpose for some super intricate branding scheme (it was just coincidence).
ACTUAL DYNAMIC STUFF NOW ABSDJDF!! overall they LOVE to tease each other and argue over petty things (enrichment for them, also just a little homage to them being rivals in canon). Chaos is to be expected considering they have such distinct personalities and being 3 guys in their early to mid 20s living together. They do care for each other though, they admire one another's talents and tend fill in for each other's short comings when they need to (not without pointing it out first of course).
TL;DR they argue and act like siblings over the dumbest shit but they care for each other despite that!!!!
i might go into a little more depth with their pair dynamics some other time since there's some fun little things i wanna draw to accompany it BUT FOR NOW </33 THIS'LL DO
#this is definitely not a found family situation though ABDSDJ#i really wanna home in on their friendship with this au. and i like to think their differences is what brings em closer#triple s is secretly my little pony friendship is magic#Triple☆S#T☆S TXT#asks
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who are a few mutuals that you appreciate alot? mutual appreciation day 🥰❤️😊🤩💐✨
꒰ FOR MUTUAL APPRECIATION DAY! ꒱ :
yippee!! literally beamed when i received this ask, lovely excuse to gush about my moots — my incredibly talented, kind, caring, and supportive friends who have been here and to those who i recent met. thank you! (if you weren’t included, i still love you immensely & will eventually get around to add you <3 currently 3 in the morning so AHAHA)
to the stellaronhvnters staff:
@rainswept : crow! god, i don’t have any words to explain how dear you are to me - from the moment we first became moots to the start of our friendship when you comforted me after a horrible turn of events, nothing in my vocabulary can explain how utterly grateful i am for you. we clicked quicker than i’ve ever clicked with anyone especially considering the circumstances behind it too, and im so grateful for that !! not only are you incredibly easy to talk to, you’re a wonderful writer. your descriptions are vivid, immersive, engaging - and your dialogue has been improving significantly <3 i’m so proud of you and honored to call you a good friend of mine, working on stellaronhvnters with you and meisha has been so fun and i hope there’s many more years to come. you’re amazing, so so funny and absolutely one of the coolest people i’ve ever met <3
@meidnightrain : you’ve archived your blog, for good reasons too. i hope you’re doing okay, that you’re taking the time for yourself that you strive to obtain - that you’re taking it easy on yourself. despite you no longer being apart of the admin team, your presence always lingers there & everyone in the network absolutely adores you !! as they should, meeting you in teyval was one of the best things to ever happen to me - along with us friending each other and getting close as time went on. you’re one of my biggest inspirations, and your writing was always so heart aching to read because i could feel the motion in your words and the way you chose to form your sentences. you are so loved, and you deserve every last drop of it. coming together to form the network using what knowledge we did have before involving crow was so so fun, our little brainstorming sessions will always live in my heart, hehe !! 💗
to the stellaronhvnters members:
@mitsvriii : bell!! i’m going to ignore the fact that the other members have to see me as a dottore kisser for a week bc of u 🫵 but you’re such a sweetheart, even before you joined the network you were already someone i loved seeing on my dash!! your energy never fails to make me smile & the conversations you have w the others never fail to make me double over in laughter either 😭💗 you. yes you. are so so talented and i hope you know that !!
@flower-yi : yee hawyee 🥹🤍 ur never getting rid of that nickname like ever 🫵 !! but in all honesty, you’re the light that the network absolutely cannot live without. i’m sure the others can agree that the humor, the playful affection, the never ending jokes & battles between you and crow - make the server and network as a whole such a familiar place. you are so loving & the energy you radiate is something i sincerely hope you never lose. it’s a huge part of you that a lot of people absolutely adore, including myself. love u so so much hanyi <33
@tragedy-of-commons : gwen stacy. (/j) you!! are a ray of sunshine and a cute lil ball of energy that always completes my day <3 you are also so effortlessly funny, it’s so comforting to have someone like you in the network and as a mutual ☹️🫵 ur writing is so squishy, i wanna nom nom on it for how cute they are (even the angst.)
@harque : SETH. YES ALL CAPS 😭😭 you’re an absolute riot & we adore you for it. once again, our members have a shared trait : being so hilarious that i almost spit out my drinks and choke on my food. (flashbacks to the stellaronhvnters fanfic) next chapter when?? the way you interact w everyone else makes it seem like you’ve known them for a long time, like a bond always existed but hasn’t been explored - at least that’s how i felt when we first talked 🫵 i eat your works up like a 5 course meal, all of them!! ur doing so so well & ily thank u for being yourself 🥹💗
@iceunhie : miss mhie!! known u before u joined the network & it’s been filled w nothing but tons of fun and absolute joy <3 you are such a wonderful person, friend, writer, it truly amazes me - the way you carry yourself 💓 we aren’t the closest, but your never ending love and support to not just me but everyone else you’re friends with reminds me time and time again how lucky i am to be moots w you !!
@snobwaffles : snob !! i’ve known you for quite a while now oh my god 😭 it really does feel like ages, you’re quite literally everywhere ms worldwide and i adore that sm !! seeing u in my dash is an instant mood boost, seeing u in our mutual servers is a sign of a good day, talking to u makes me feel so relieved & it’s so easy to do so <33
@akutasoda : q !! must be investigated under a microscope, live laugh love illufornia & americrow. you’re equally chaotic as the others despite it being so unexpected that it’s actually so fun 😭🫵 & ur so so sweet too :(( im putting u in my pocket u cannot escape ily /p
@milksnake-tea : illu when i catch u illu. i still have the guess where crow lives convo stuck in my head. i have no idea how many states u guessed during that but i laughed so hard 😭😭 and honorary pissapocalypse survivor - you deserve a badge just for that fr HELP ur carefree energy can change quite literally anyone’s mood from a negative to a positive tell me im wrong.
@scribs-dibs : sunni ur funny yet very abstract questions make me want to hide in a bird cage ily /p great example here: “how much dirt is caked up beneath his toenails real talk” (we should go back to that question lowk.. dr ratio’s feet gotta be investigated on a molecular level ong?? AHAHAHA 😭 but aside from that, your writing is absolute chef’s kiss & your personality makes u so easy to talk to it’s literally effortless !!
to the astronetwrk staff members:
@heiayen @opalthea @naraven @versadies @.xianyoon @dawndelion-winery @kazumist @chaoffee
not moots w a few of you, but i thought i’d give you all a tag nonetheless <3 i want to thank you, one for accepting me as part of the mod team in the first place and for allowing me to be in such a warm and supportive group !! at first, i didn’t feel like i fit in, sometimes i still struggle to believe that im surrounded by such talented individuals until i eventually grew into it. i don’t think i’d be the same without you all, even if i don’t interact with a few of you a lot outside of astro (which im hoping to change at some point) - you still mean a lot to me 🫵 looking forward to more silly interactions & con cen and can AHAHAHA 😭
special mentions:
@mwahkazu : yuomi !! one of the biggest sweethearts on this platform, and my dear kazuha kisser <3 being 🪄 anon for the short period of time that i was helped me get over my jitters bc you are so so cool !! being mutuals w you has been such a gentle ride and you never fail to make me smile w your rambles 🤍 #1 yuzuha supporter 4ever, #1 stealing the spotlight fan too bc your smau is already looking so well-developed and i’m so immensely proud of you :)
@ughscara : ayame !! i’ve also known u for quite some time, it’s been a while - hasn’t it? i’m so grateful that we managed to reconnect after months of not talking, and seeing you in my dash is such a pleasure. your encouragement & support means the world to me, especially your comforting words recently when i was in a pretty bad situation. you’re a sweetheart, and please know that i adore and love you so so much /p but i’m sure kuni shares the sentiment, he loves you !! (real he told me himself)
@ceneid : elise !! thank you, one for hearing me out whenever i need you despite how we haven’t been talking as much lately, and two for being a good friend to me. you’re so kind, talking to you feels like a relief & you give amazing advice, i hope you’re doing well lovely !!
@xianyoon : ying (took ur pretty format for this one i hope u don’t mind HELP) !! i saw ur post and god :(( i teared up so quick, thank you so much. from the bottom of my heart, you are another one of my inspirations - your mindset and way of doing things caused me to look at life as a whole in newer ways - ways that i didn’t think i’d get to see before. i’ve known you for a long while now, and our interactions always leave me with wanting another conversation because of how lovely it feels getting to talk to you is. you own up to your mistakes, you spread positivity and never ending kindness to others - and that’s something i strive to do too. thank you again, for being here and for being the beautiful person you are.
@seelestia : one of the first people i’ve had the pleasure of being mutuals with, i don’t know how long it’s been but i will forever be thankful and proud of the person you’re becoming - the person you were before, and the person you are now. writing hasn’t always been my strong suit, and out of everyone, i look up to you the most. to me, you’re more than a close friend of mine, you’re my role model and an inspiration to a good amount of people. your writing feels like a hand being dipped in sunlight seas, creating shapes and strokes with your index finger as you stare into the distance. you are so talented, and i will never forget how much you mean to me <3 thank you for being here! i love youuu /p
@ryuryuryuyurboat : yukari !! we don’t talk often but you’re someone i love seeing around, whether it’s in other people’s posts or finding out the latest things you’ve been involved in - all of it makes me feel so proud of you <33 i hope you’re doing well rn, take care, okay? 🥹💘
@realkavehgf : had to include u bc ur so cute & squishable <3 this is another reminder that im here for you, whatever it is you’re going through - im here. if it’s only for an idle conversation or if you need to let out your feelings, i hope that i can provide you with a safe enough space to do so. i care about you deeply and being friends with you is always something im going to look back on and thank the stars for :)
@haismie : kassie!! hi there, how have you been faring lately? we don’t talk nearly as much anymore, but you always have a special place in my heart - you’re another one of the people i’ve been friends with for quite a while, and it’s been the best feeling in the world getting to know someone like you. i adore you sm and i hope we can chat again soon!!
@scribetry : andrew 🫵 one of the coolest ppl i’ve have the joy & honor of meeting !! we became moots not too long ago but it’s been such a pleasure though we don’t interact much (hoping to change that bc ur such a lovely person!!) i’m glad to see you’ve been making lots of friends too !! ur latest dainsleif work had me going thru like 5 emotions at once, it was a fun read 🦅🦅
@catcze : catte!! (literally had to change the settings bc ur name kept getting autocorrected to carter??) but oh my god you!! are so!! so fun to talk to + interact with. i love stopping by your inbox & dw abt any late replies bc i completely understand <3 being mutuals w you is such an honor, i was a huge fan of yours before i finally reached out - still am btw!! #1 catte supporter hehe 💘
@k4zushi : uni :( shoutout to u for being the first smau creator i’ve become mutuals with, i know life hasn’t been kind to you at all lately - and wherever you are and whatever it may be that you’re doing, im so proud of you for continuing on. it takes so much time and patience to be dealing with this much and continue to strive forward, i adore u immensely & i await the next time we can have a convo via ur inbox <33
@ilyuu : yui !! our latest convos have been so fun & i love looking back at them, i appreciate you so much. your trust in me & how supportive you are always warms my heart - i can’t thank you enough for being here even after all this time, super excited to talk to you more & grow closer !!
@callilouv : dottore liker. ik what u are 🫵 but CAL i’ve absolutely missed u & our talks so much ?? i had to tag u ur so wonderful & talented and and and and … 💔 your art is such a beautiful sight, any time i see something created by you in my dash, i instantly brighten up bc of how utterly stunning they are !! we don’t interact much, but please know that i’ve shown ur art to one of my irls & it inspired them to start drawing after a long while of hesitation. you’re such an inspiration to me and lots of others & i will 4ever be grateful to have u as a mutual 🤝
hello to my recent mutuals:
@sxmmer-cherry @his-grapejuice @astrxealis @alexisomnias (minus apollo who has been around for a while <3 still wanted to mention you as a way of saying hello again!)
thank you all for becoming my moots, i’m certain that you’re all wonderful and skillful people & i can’t wait to interact a lot more with you all soon!
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HEYYYYY, I saw your requests open and I thought why not trying it. So, could you please please please write something with König and like, they're training or something and the reader or König (dc about who's going to do it) does that move that you take down the other person but you sit on their lap if you're not fast enough. And they're like panting from training.
I have more things in mind, so I'll be here for a while 😁
grim reaper
könig x female reader
content: slight suggestive themes, sfw, konig is down bad for reader but also a bit cheeky lol
hii nonnie! hehe i didnt know if u wanted sfw or otherwise, so i ended up somewhere right in the middle- or teasing at the latter, at least 😳 lol but i hope u enjoy!! i really love this idea so much! i wanna do this eventually with alejandro too ♡ good day! c:
all hearts, comments & reblogs are very appreciated!
König’s a tough guy.
Big, solid, more of a fucking mountain than a living breathing man, to be entirely honest- and it certainly don’t help when you put a gun in his hand- or worse, when his eyes are set on you.
Those shimmering blues are pretty, you can’t help but think even as he slowly rounds the mat with you. So pretty that they might succeed at distracting some poor bastard behind enemy lines, make them believe it’s an angel come to save ‘em from war rather than a ravenous, feral beast responding to the dinner bell.
There’s a reason he wears a hood.
All grim reapers do.
The air is somewhat thick between the two of you. Growingly tired. A healthy amount of sweat beading below your lighter fatigues.
You’re both a panting mess of missed punches and a few exchanged, light jabs. You managed to score a low kick at the back of his calf- perhaps your hardest hit yet- and it’s probably why he’s limping now. Just slightly.
It must still sting a bit, though. Because his delayed dodging time is enough for you to swoop in and pull the rug right out from beneath him, immediately pouncing on him as he falls.
Eager, you’re overwhelmingly eager to finish sparring, because while it’s fun being pitted up against Konig (he’s your favorite partner for these sessions), you’ve been at it for closer to an hour and supper will be served soon.
Straddling his waist, you pin his brawny arms back over his head, your smaller fingers struggling to wrap around his thick wrists.
He’s so much bigger, so much stronger, such a pain in the ass to immobilize.
And still, pinning him down on the mat, your hips anchored firmly over his- you know with one mindless buck, jerk, or thrash on his end, you’d go flying.
So it’s a mercy, really, hair hanging over your head and almost touching the tip of his nose, that instead of that- perpetuating the session and perhaps stinging your pride- Konig merely lies there beneath you.
Accepts it and you.
Lets out a little, breathy sort of giggle.
“Ah, you got me.” He surrenders, yet your hands must be completely deaf to his words because they don’t loosen at all.
His broad chest shakes with every heaving breath he takes, jostling you both, but it’s only when you feel him make an uncomfortable shift beneath you that you truly realize just how exhausted he is.
Blues eyes glinting tiredly through the holes of his hood, holding an odd little twinkle to them as he runs them over you— nervous, but curious, too.
So, so curious.
As if common sense hits you, you let a playful grin finally carve into your cheeks. “Did I?” You ask softly, and his head tilts some at you. “I’ve got the feeling you could switch our positions easily, if you really wanted to.”
He’s vaguely jittery, your sparring buddy, but when you make that mindless comment, for reasons beyond you, König visibly flusters, jerking his chin the other way.
His cheek rubs against the mat through his mask, mumbling a polite rebuttal.
“Y-You underestimate yourself, Y/n… You knocked me right off my feet! Isn’t that good?” His gaze does find yours again, then- quietly, “…I think you are good…”
It’s your turn to giggle.
The sound is pleasant, the sort of sound that he’d play on repeat if he could. But… those are feelings that the brute of a man is vaguely aware are offhanded, and certainly not the kind you divulge to your comrade.
So he nibbles on his lips, though you don’t see, and keeps quiet on it.
“Well, thank you, König,” your cheeks are a bit warm, either from tussling with him or just the fact that it’s him and not anyone else, you’re not so sure.
“I think you are good, too.”
Oh.
Oh.
That feels nice to hear… And your mouth looks so pretty when you say it, too.
You are beautiful, the man steadily comes to terms with- in one staggering, full gust of wind beneath you- you are so beautiful and you are straddling his hips and you said with your own tongue that he is good in your eyes.
You don’t know just what possesses him when he turns to you after, letting a nervous, yet deft hand rake the entirety of his hood over his head. But the truth is that he also doesn’t know why- or anything, to be fair, in that brilliant, awing moment- just that you are the prettiest girl he’s ever seen and he loves sparring with you and he can’t fully stop himself in time from saying—
“Yes,” he admits. “For you.”
And you are so startled by his sudden spur of confidence, and also the hint of a cheeky grin curling at his lips, that you are silent for a moment.
Stunned, perhaps.
An addicting, bubbly sort of feeling rises between you.
…S-Something else does, too, but lower— poking persistently at the start of your tummy.
You blink owlishly at the belated realization. So does he, all blue and hopeful yet also, apparently, growingly excited.
You clear your throat, slowly sliding off of his lap, praying to God your buddy doesn’t see the evident stirrings of something smitten on your face.
“H-How nice,” you murmur. And you mean it.
The both of you stand up, inconspicuously brushing off the fronts of your thighs, trading off see you in a bit’s and good spar’s, the male following shortly after you- sort of like a lost puppy- towards the shower block.
Washing off sounds nice- even better, settling down at the cafeteria and digging into his meaty portion of dinner- but to be entirely honest, he’s still basking in the sweet afterglow of his small (yet no less revolutionary) victory.
…Maybe he ought to let you win more often.
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CONGRATS ON THE EVENTTT can i request a "stealing a kiss even if you risk getting caught" + "shh you're so loud" w/ shu yamino? 👀
lxm-memories' 500 followers event drabble
✧ shu yamino x gn!reader
✧ prompts: stealing a kiss even if you risk getting caught & "shh, you're so loud"
✧ content: mentions of other niji en livers, suggestive (i guess?)
✧ a/n: and thank you for participating!! while it's not as frisky as you probably aimed for, i still hope this was enjoyable, becaue tbh this is just me using this prompt as an excuse to write make-out sessions !!
"Babe? You holding up there?" Shu asks, shaking you awake from your alcohol induced slumber. You only slur your words in response, rubbing your eye to wake yourself up a tiny bit more. "Wanna go home now or do you want to stay a bit longer?" he asks in a whisper, leaning in close to you to make sure you're hearing him through the blaring music.
At that you shake your head, only sleepily blinking at him before leaning in, intending to kiss him but before you could Shu pulls back at rapid speed, "We're in public, and there are others close by," he warns, casting a glance at Elira and Selen who were animatedly talking to each other.
You only pout, now reaching out your arms and making grabby hands, a sign that you want the sorcerer close to you. "And you even told me you wouldn't drink this time," he sighs, taking a seat on the couch before hoisting you up on his lap, brushing back your sweaty bangs as you snuggle into his neck. "Hehe, Shu ~" you sing-song, the sorcerer only replying in hums as he strikes a conversation to the others, most asking if you're doing okay.
"Oh they're fine. Just don't want to go home for some reason," he explains. Continuing to make small talk with others who pass by. When a couple of minutes pass and you don't move, Shu thinks for a second if you've fallen asleep again, about to move his head back to check if you are. But before he can though, he feels your hand go underneath his shirt to wrap your arms around his unclothed skin, your lover letting out a small yelp at the skin contact. "What are you-"
"My hands were cold!" you reason, but Shu picks up the strange tone of your voice, an octave lower than usual while you breath continue to fan his neck, making the sorcerer tremble with you in his hold, "You sure you're- Eek?!" another loud yelp escape his lips when you press a kiss to his neck, Shu quickly clamping his unoccupied hand over his mouth and darting his gaze over the room to see if anyone heard him.
"Shh, you're so loud," you giggle into his neck, Shu pinching your side which makes you jump in lap, "I wonder whose fault that is?!" he hisses back, finally remembering a crucial detail about you when you do get drunk, a detail he should've already figured out when you first reached out for him.
You're incredibly affectionate when drunk.
And normally Shu doesn't mind, he does like it when you're more affectionate than normal. But that's when you're in private and not in someone else house, he has a dignity to uphold! And he usually only likes kissing you in private too, not like-
In the midst of his train of thoughts though, he can feel you pepper kisses up to his jaw, your cold hands moving from his back towards his stomach, "Okay you need to calm down babe and drink some-" but before he can hoist you off to rush to the kitchen to get you said beverage, your hand which has traveled up his stomach and over his chest reach behind his neck. The action causing his shirt to ride slightly further up because of your arm underneath it, causing his stomach to be exposed to the cold air in the room - Shu once again shivering at the light breeze.
Is the alcohol on your lips also causing his slow reactions and actions? Because oh, you're already kissing him. Pressing your lips delicately, but also firmly against his while pressing his face closer to your own with the help of your hand on his neck, Shu completely pliable in your arms. He doesn't remember when his own arms had woven around your waist, tightening with each press of your lips against his own.
God he really loved it when you kissed him like that.
Letting out a soft gasp when you pull his hair, Shu feels your tongue sneak into his mouth the moment his own open. Oh, you drank more a fruity cider this time. Shu snaps out from the daze when you chuckle lowly into his mouth, pulling back immediately with flushed cheeks and heaving breath.
"You seemed to enjoy that?" you ask with a chuckle, a sultry smile grazing your lips while you cutely tilt your head to the side. Your lover can't even utter a coherent sentence, getting redder by the second by such a huge display of affection. In public too!
"Alright, I've sobered up a bit, let's go home now okay?" you whisper, leaning in to give him one more kiss before getting up and taking his hand.
Shu only follows quietly while you lead him towards the door, only briefly looking up when you greet everyone goodbye. But he quickly bends his head down when he sees Mysta raise his eyebrows at him with a grin, bringing his fingers to graze his swollen wet lips, feeling his cheeks get red once again.
Maybe he'll let you get drunk more.
Just maybe.
#luxiem#luxiem x reader#luxiem imagines#luxiem headcanons#nijisanji en#nijisanji#nijisanji x reader#shu yamino#shu yamino x reader#[[ lxm memories 500 event !! ]]
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It's super late, and I wanna write something short and cute for Wriothesley and Lyney.
Short and cute hehe enjoyy
Spoilers for fontaine warning...
It's T time
Again, the Duke invited him for tea. It's nothing hostile since hd understands Wriothesley's true intentions better and his kindness in looking after Lynette and Freminet.
Although... tea time is somewhat a common habit Wriothesley has and always insists Lyney to entertain him with a card trick or small talk.
"My, Mr. Lyney it feels like yesterday that you almost fought me" The Duke chuckles and Lyney sighs placing tea back, he can't drink hot things after all like Lynette he's got a worse of a cats tongue.
"Hehe I suppose... but I must apologise for my rudeness" Lyney offers and the Duke stares for a moment hand under his jaw and his elbow leaning on the office desk.
"What?" A startled Lyney asked.
"Oh it's just you seem so different when u r sincere and guilty... its cute"
Blushing furiously he frowns a bit "Now sir please don't tease me, I'm a magician after all with status"
"Right right sorry, I see... but mind showing me a trick?"
Another one? Lyney sigh, but smiles fondly as he takes his card pack out "Well alright your grace..."
Shuffling the cards he seems concentrated and he didn't even realise Wriothesley slowly leaning closer to peak at him, his breath immediately hits Lyney's ear making hom gasp and almost mess up his cards.
"Ooh that scared ya? Sorry,"
"N-no... its well," he stops shortly unable to form a sentence but continues tk shuffle again.
Curious Wriothesley again blows at his ear sending goosebumps down his neck and ghe Duke grins in realisation.
"Oh I see, a bit ticklish perhaps Mr. Lyney?"
"N-no... absurd, " lyney lies, instantly defending himself. The big man slowly puts his around Lyney's shoulder, smirking now "Oh? How about this? Tickles...?" He slides a finger up his side and Lyney squirms but doesn't let a sound and keeps fumbling with his cards.
"No...?" Wriothesley now pinches his waist, making him squeak but remain firm and enjoying that reaction he crawls his fingers higher.
"Oh you are close to cracking up magician"
Since when did the Duke get teasy and touchy? Lyney thought with consideration. He flinched and bites a giggle however a prod at his top ribs snaking close above makes him guffaw.
Wriothesley connecting the dots instantly teases. "Ahh? What is this... did I find your spot, Mr. Lyney?" He snakes further under his armpits, and Lyney giggles now, breaking into a nonstop squirming session hugging his sides."Nohohoho!"
"Gotcha... to think the spot is so exposed?" Wriothesley wiggles further into his armpits now Lyney puts his cards away giggling more "Heheheeey nohohot thahahat! Whahahat thehehe heheheck??"
"Well, you are so cute. I couldn't resist it, dear Mr Lyney"
"Stahahaaap teheaheeeasing hehahaha!" He squeals now and Wriothesley stops instantly patting his shoulder with a friendly truce gesture.
"Apologise you could use a t-time with me after all" the taller guy shrugged and that's when the pun was clearer to him. Lyney snorts instantly with laughter not from the tickling... "Gehehehe whahahat wahahas thahahat lahahame puhuhun!" He holds his sides as he laughed and Wriothesley smirks mischievously "Carefyl Mr. Lyney or you might be in trouble for round two"
"Slowly stopping his giggles, he nods, hiccuping giggles, and the Duke finds it endearing. After all, the t time is something special, even for lyney. It's it's a rare opportunity to have someone as interesting as Lyney.
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Ah!!! I love your fics so much!! If it's not too much, could I request some kink!skk (with chuuya as the victim haha >:)
prompts:
86,82,30,24
Thank you, and I'm sorry I made you wait so long for this!!! (hooopefully it'll be worth it <3)
This one did take a bit to write, but I had a lot of fun with it, kink D/azai is really fun to play around with hehe~ I had a bunch of ideas of how he might react, and I tried to pick one that fit the narrative the prompts set up~ Hope you enjoy!
2.5k words, prompts 24, 30, 83, 86, story under cut!
24. “You’re a complete mess, but I don’t care.”
30. “What’s got you all worked up?”
82. Sneezing during makeout/sex.
86. Person A sneezes and catches B blushing and asks. B decides to tell them about the kink.
(References to swearing, light violence, and heavy makeout session, no actual super smutty things, but there is an implication that it will take place post-story, in case you don't like any of that!)
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“Fuck.”
It scrapes off Chuuya’s tongue, a headache forming as he surveys the sight awaiting him. After a quick scan, his eyes rest on Dazai. The walking annoyance simply smirks, tilting back in his chair. The hinges scream with a fury Chuuya can relate to.
“Quite the foul greeting. Whatever happened to hello?” Dazai remarks, standing from the chair with another awful screech. Chuuya feels his fists clench, stepping back involuntarily. This seems to delight Dazai, the impulse to throw something pulsing through Chuuya’s mind.
“I have information about a case you guys took that the Port Mafia was… loosely involved in.”
Chuuya attempts to lean against the wall in a show of nonchalance, Dazai’s expression remaining unreadable as ever. With a hard swallow, Chuuya fights the urge to sniffle as it spreads through his rapidly twitching nose. There's a slightly sweet scent lingering in the air.
Clearing his throat, Chuuya breaks the silence with a noticeably stuffier, “Where’s your boss?”
“Out,” Dazai flaunts, gesturing around the empty office and leaning against the wall as his arms lock behind his head.
As the ability to smell starts to fade, Chuuya feels his patience wear thin, each breath growing thick. “Kunikida then?”
“Out.”
“Kenji?”
Desperation starts to flood his voice as Chuuya lets a single finger flick across the bridge of his nose. Another sniffle threatens to break through, only being held back as Dazai points a look his way.
Chuuya attempts to avoid it, but eventually caves, the grin meeting him sending shivers of irritation shooting through each nerve until they reach a final resting spot at the tip of his nose. With a final twitch, the tickle that had been waiting on the sideline decides it’s time for a debut.
“It’s Chuuya’s lucky day, I’m the only one around! That means you get the honour of telling me your ‘important information’.” Seemingly oblivious to the struggles, Dazai continues with his taunts. “Don’t worry, I’ll pass it along,”
“No fucking way. I’ll- hehh.. I’ll cohhme… come back another time.”
“Really, Chuuya? And risk Mori being disappointed in you? I mean, he did tell you it was urgent, did he not?” Dazai coos, spinning on his heel and gliding back to his desk. He shoots Chuuya a grin over his shoulder. “Do you really wanna defy his direct order?”
A snarl nips at Chuuya’s lip, retort dying on his tongue as the itch swells once more. Dazai’s still facing the desk, starting to lower himself into the chair, and Chuuya waits until the hinges screech again, hiding his- “hh’kngt-!” under the noise.
“You should get that shit fixed,” Chuuya says, feigning annoyance as Dazai’s eyes light up. ‘If I make him believe it’s getting to me, he’ll screech it a few more times just to get on my nerves.’ Breath catching, Chuuya brushes a knuckle against his nose, meeting Dazai’s eye with a growl. “It’s fucking irritating.”
“Oh really? I hadn’t noticed!”
The statement is punctuated with another creak, Dazai swivelling around to face the window. Taking the opportunity, Chuuya ducks into his fist for a tight stifle, another slipping out on its heels.
“ek’dnxt-! nkXT’shh-!”
Risking a glance towards the chair, Chuuya grits his teeth as Dazai stares back. Caught in the act his fist drops onto the table, pouring into a seat across the desk from the bastard. Dazai’s eyes never leave his own. There’s something in them that seems almost captivated.
As Chuuya’s own chair squeaks in objection, he’d swear Dazai mumbled something that sounded like ‘bless’ under his breath. Eyebrow raising, he sputters, “Wh- what was that?”
Dazai opens his mouth, nothing but a breath cutting into the tense silence. Chuuya simply blinks, shock radiating through his mind. It seems this is equally surprising to Dazai, his eyes widening. With more effort than Chuuya’s comfortable noticing, Dazai pulls a masked grin back over his cheeks.
“I asked if something’s bothering Chuuya?”
“Shut up you bastard,” Chuuya returns. Right back to furious, the hesitation forgotten, he lets out a low growl. Dazai smirks at this, raising an eyebrow as Chuuya opens his mouth to speak again.
Any words that may have been on their way are replaced by hitching, hand snapping to his nose to catch it just a second too late. Another shaky breath spills out, Chuuya not missing the way Dazai flinches at the display. He’s never been one to care about germs, the uncertainty making the situation feel tense.
Aiming towards his shoulder, Chuuya stifles the first two, “hn’kgxtt-! eh’knXT-!” before a wave of itch breaks through his defenses for a final “eh’kESHhh’iuu-!”
A gloved hand is raised the instant it breaks through, but he’s not quick enough to stifle. With a sharp breath, Chuuya prepares to fight off the onslaught of remarks. Instead, his attention is drawn to Dazai’s demeanor. The bastard seems unable to meet Chuuya’s eyes, teeth digging into his lip with a ferocity that seems almost painful.
“What’s got you all worked up?” Slips out before Chuuya can stop it. The comment seems to hit like a bullet, Dazai’s posture shifting to that of a cornered animal. It’s not an uncommon look among the Port Mafia, but Dazai has never shared it. He’s always in control, at all times, in any situation.
“Just…” Dazai starts, an unsettling level of calm appearing to settle over him, the tension just below the surface impossible for Chuuya to ignore. Dazai continues with his complaint, either oblivious to the shake in his voice, or all too aware. “Thinking about all the paperwork I’m gonna have to do since you told me about this.”
“You do realize I have- uh… I haven’t actually tohhld…” Chuuya feels his breath catch, attempting to power through as his voice wavers dangerously. “hehhh- have… haven’t… hnk-! guhh… Actually told you ahhnything.”
Chuuya scans the room again, each inhale seeming to bring a new rush of irritation. Finally his eyes land on the vase sitting on Ranpo’s desk. A vase overflowing with white flowers that seem to glow against the dark offices. Dazai attempts to follow his gaze, a smirk forming as he notices where it leads.
“Shit.” Chuuya hisses, just the look of them making his eyes water.
“What’s wrong Chuuya?” Dazai purrs, swooping around the desk to sit right in front of the struggling man. Chuuya attempts to throw a punch, but Dazai easily dodges it, laughter flooding his next comment. “You have a problem with something so dainty?”
“Huh!? You- that’s… that’s not… I don’t… hehHh- fuhhck… ahHh!”
His hand begins lifting, aiming to pinch his nose again. Before it can reach the target, Chuuya feels Dazai’s hand against his bare arm. He flinches at the sudden contact, feeling the powerlessness surge through him as his gift is sucked away.
It’s followed by a secondary wave of deeper vulnerability. The kind that he knows would remain even if his gift wasn’t suppressed. A kind that comes from the unexplainably personal way Dazai’s skin feels against his own. Dazai remains perfectly still, eyes locked with Chuuya’s.
“What the fuck are you-” Chuuya starts, cutting himself off as Dazai simply blinks. Before he has a chance to continue, Chuuya feels the tickle object to the interruption.
One hand still being occupied, he ducks into his un-held wrist with a sneeze he’s only able to half stifle. “eh’kxnshhh’oo-!” The next breaks free completely, “hah’kiESHhh’oo-! Fuck-” a curse following on it’s tail. A third begins to form, but it’s held off by the audible whimper that breaks from Dazai’s flushed face.
“The fuck is wrong with you?” Chuuya gawks, his mouth falling open. The itch long forgotten as Dazai studies the floor with increasing intensity. He mutters something barely audible above the faint hum of the office.
Huffing, Chuuya spits a harsh, “Speak up, you moron.”
Dazai pales, his blush darkening. He manages to drag his eyes from the floor, resting them in Chuuya’s. There’s a nervous energy to him that leaves Chuuya breathless.
“I like it better when you let them out.” The response is louder this time, but still quiet for Dazai.
“Let them…?” Chuuya questions, mind scrambling to put the pieces together under Dazai’s intense gaze. His nose decides to rush the process, the tickle blooming once more. A shudder runs through his nose as it quivers, breath catching in his throat. Across from him, Dazai’s entire body twitches in response. ‘Oh?’
“hk’iiESHHh’oo-!”
Aiming this one for his wrist again, Chuuya allows it to escape completely unstifled. Testing a theory. Sure enough Dazai hisses out a faint moan. ‘Oh.’ The grip on Chuuya’s arm tightens as he lets another hitch build, Dazai practically shivering. It dies before reaching his nose, leaving Chuuya almost as breathless as Dazai.
“Really?” Chuuya taunts, flashing Dazai a wicked look.
“I know it’s… not normal…”
“What part of our lives is fucking ‘normal’ Dazai? Hell, what part of us is normal?”
Relief floods Dazai’s eyes, quickly replaced by something cautious as Chuuya stands. ‘This is something I can, and intend, to use.’ Sweeping over to Ranpo’s desk, Chuuya can feel Dazai’s eyes clinging to him. Almost as if the man himself was pressed against his back, despite not moving from his position.
Leaning towards the vase Chuuya takes a deep sniff, coughing slightly as the pollen invades his sinuses. A fierce tickle burns through his nose, lashes fluttering as tears begin to pool. He barely gets a breath before ducking into his hands to stifle the fit.
“hn’chh-! ih’knxgt-! hh’dnxxt-!”
The stifles lift Dazai to his feet, pausing to give Chuuya a measured look. Chuuya shoots back a smirk, nearly drowned out by the desperation in his eyes as his lip curls before another “ek’dtnxt-! hh’inGT-!” break through.
Before he can take another breath Chuuya finds himself being pushed against the desk, Dazai leaning over him. His hands are pulled away, passion burning through Dazai’s eyes, tongue slipping out between his lips.
“Hol- hold on… hehh… I’m… hahHh!”
“I know,” Dazai responds, guiding Chuuya’s head towards his neck.
“heh’IIESHh’oo-! hk’ehhSHHh’oo-!” Dazai bites his lip, a moan stifling itself in his throat as Chuuya buries his nose into the bare skin of his neck.
“ek’yIESSHhh’oo-!” Shivers of pleasure run down Dazai’s spine as each- “hh’ehhKSHHh’oo-!” leaves him trembling. Chuuya smirks again as he pulls back, rubbing at his nose with a glove and sniffling desperately.
“If I’d known this is all it took to get the Great Dazai so worked up, I would’ve done it ages ago.” Chuuya taunts, meeting Dazai’s gaze through watering eyes.
Dazai pauses for a second, humming faintly under his breath, before a look floods his eyes. A grin claws its way over his face, Dazai practically baring his teeth. Chuuya braces himself, sucking in a breath just in time to be pulled off the desk. The breath is released in the form of a moan as Dazai slams him into the wall.
The force knocks the wind out of him, Chuuya dragging his hands up Dazai’s hips to gain some balance as he catches his breath. Dazai takes this moment to seize Chuuya’s lips, as if he was claiming them for his own.
Unable to draw air through his battered sinuses, Chuuya groans as the sensation brings the tickle surging to new heights. He pulls his hand off Dazai’s back, placing it on his chest with a shove, releasing himself from the kiss.
Dazai huffs in protest, Chuuya responding with a shaky inhale, a tear falling from his lashes. It runs down his cheek, caressing the side of his nose as it flees. The desperation from his gasp leaves Dazai shaking, his teeth sinking back against his lip.
“Neck.”
The command isn’t answered, but it wasn’t designed to be. Instead, Chuuya merely gasps, aiming where he’s told as the fit begins anew.
“hehhYIIESHhh’oo-! hehh- huh! hk’iieESHhh’oo-!”
“Bless you-” Dazai growls, head tilted back as Chuuya pulls him closer, rubbing his quivering nose against Dazai’s chin. The action comes with a moan of relief, Dazai echoing the noise with a different type of moan.
“Oh god- heh’TESHhhoo-! Fucking hell… hahh- hek’DESHHhhoo-! Whew…” Chuuya feels a blush start to spread over his cheeks as he gets a breath in. “That was… hH’IESHhoo-! oh… a bit intense…”
“Now who’s worked up?” Dazai taunts, offering a smug look at the new tint.
Chuuya growls lightly in response, usually a sign of playful annoyance. However, they both notice how he seems to pull away slightly, tipping his hat to hide his face. Dazai lets a hand brush against his arm, retreating when he flinches under the contact.
Instead, Dazai brings a finger to Chuuya’s chin, tilting it up till their eyes meet. Chuuya watches the sincerity dancing in his gaze, something unfamiliar, but not frightening. They stay like that for a moment, drifting along in the connection.
“You’re a complete mess, but I don’t care. Chuuya is my mess.”
It’s such casual genuineness, and Chuuya finds himself unsure how to handle it. Dazai doesn’t waver, his fingers gently tracing up the side of Chuuya’s face until they brush the hat from his head, letting it fall to the ground. Before he has to figure out what to say, Chuuya feels the tickle bloom once more, and decides to lean into it.
He locks onto Dazai’s lips, pulling their hips together, hands scratching at Dazai’s back as a shudder runs through them both. Chuuya’s breath hitches from inside the kiss, Dazai moaning against his lips in return.
Waiting till the last second, Chuuya breaks away to aim down at Dazai’s chest- “hek’iiEISHh’oo-!” -before pulling him back in again. Responding in kind, Dazai knocks him back against the wall, pining his hands above his head. Chuuya buries his face back in Dazai’s neck as another “hehh- eh’tiESSHHhhoo-!” rushes out.
They repeat this cycle a few more times, hips grinding together as each sneeze wracks Chuuya’s body, shivers beginning to melt the last ounce of Dazai’s composure. Finally with a final “ah’YIESHhhoo-!” Chuuya pulls back, a wicked fire dancing in his eyes. Both of them are panting, for different and yet similar reasons.
Dazai breaks first, his voice low and harsh, “Couch.”
“No way in hell,” Chuuya retorts, matching the pitch with a snarl of his own.
The response to this is not of the verbal nature, instead, Dazai pushes him back against the wall. He brings his lips closer, as if for another kiss, before grabbing Chuuya’s lip with his teeth. Chuuya moans in response, hands back around Dazai’s waist.
As he releases his grasp, Dazai slides his mouth up to Chuuya’s ear, his breath light as he murmurs sweetly, “Couch~”
“Couch it is,” Chuuya growls, reaching up and gripping Dazai’s hair. He pulls his head up and ducks to bite at his neck, earning a whimper. “But you- hehh… hk’IEShhhoo-! You owe me.”
“Yes,” Dazai murmurs, tilting his head back to meet Chuuya’s eyes. “I suppose I do.”
As they slide over to the couch, Chuuya makes a mental note to return to the mall and buy that cologne he’d found while searching for new gloves. At the time, he’d deemed the effect it had unpleasant, but now…?
Now he’s starting to feel quite differently.
#waterfallasks#waterfallwrites#so sorry for the long wait- but here it finally is!! I'm hoping it'll be enjoyable~#thank you so much to anyone who bothers to read this! extra thanks to anyone who comments/leaves tags too~ they always make my day#and a BIG extra thank you to anyone who has sent in requests!!#i promise I am getting to them all- in a couple weeks I'll have a lot more free time#but even until then I'll be working through as fast as I can~#b/sd#s/oukoku#c/huuya#d/azai#snz#snzkink
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If you think you'll have the mood to.... How about maybe for billy and something uh smutty maybe 👉👈 ? As big or small as u want. Maybe a little rough and Billy being all dom? (Maybe him tying your hands behind your back sitting down on the sofa and making you ride him)
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Burnin' For You
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader
Summary: Billy is a jealous guy, and you know exactly how to drive him crazy. But this time, he takes matters into his own hands. 2.5k words
Warnings: smut 18+ MINORS DNI I will steal your dog. I will do it. Handcuffs, rough sex, slut-shaming (just degrading use of the word), swearing, degradation, unprotected sex, riding, idk what else
//I had so much fun writing this darling, i love your requests sm!! I was totally fangirling about how to write this. I was literally giggling near the end lmaooo, luv u <3
"Hey, Steve's having a party tonight. I'm going with Jonathan. Do you want to come?" Nancy wasn't usually a party girl, but Steve somehow convinced both her and Jonathan into participating in the party scene.
"Yeah, sure! I'll ask Billy. I'm sure he'd love to get drunk on a Friday." you laughed to yourself when you remembered the many occasions Billy came home acting like a fool when he was drunk. You looked back on how he'd walked in the door and immediately pulled you in a warm embrace. "Oh, I missed you so fuckin' much. You smell so good. Give me a kiss?" he was an affectionate drunk sometimes.
"Who were you talking to?" Billy put his cigarette out on the ground. He stood by the phone with you at school. "Just Nancy, do you want to go to Steve's party?" You pressed a hand against his chest, hoping to persuade him.
You had another reason to go to this party. Billy was the jealous type. Any man that so much as looked at you from across the room and he'd be pulling you into a hot makeout session to let everyone know that you're his girl. It was your favorite part, getting on his nerves so he would teach you a lesson. Billy didn't mind either. He loved getting to rip your clothes off at a random's house.
"Yeah, but promise me you'll wear something a little less revealing? As much as I love to see your pretty tits, I don't want anyone else to see them." he chuckles, taking your hand in his as he made his way to his car. "No getting blackout drunk, okay? I don't want to deal with you coming home and laying on me." you giggle when he shakes his head, actually offended that you would ever accuse him of that.
"I never do that!" he didn't remember either way. You get in the passenger seat. "Oh really? So you didn't come to my place and put your full weight on me while we were cuddling?" Billy rolled his eyes and started the car, his hand taking its usual position. Holding your left thigh tightly.
"Alright, I get it. But I choose what you wear." you just nodded, knowing you'd trick him and end up wearing something flashy later on. How could you not? The more people staring, the harder you'd get fucked when Billy drove you home.
After a few hours, it was about an hour before the party. You were applying some mascara, making weird faces that Billy found adorable. You were beyond excited, not just for the party...
You changed into your outfit, a simple t-shirt, and tight jeans. "Good enough for you?" Little did he know you had a little trick up your sleeve. Underneath the shirt was a sexy top you saved for special occasions. Like a party where you were purposefully trying to make your boyfriend jealous. "Perfect, doll. Let's go." he placed his hand on the small of your back, his large hand making your skin heat up in anticipation.
You arrive at Steve's house. Before Billy could even protest, you slipped the shirt off and showed him the top you were hiding. "Mmm, naughty..." he chuckles. Billy wasn't trying to police you, he knew he couldn't hold you down even if he tried. He just wanted you all to himself.
"You stay by my side, okay? Can't have you running off and causing trouble.." he opened your door for you. Such a gentleman...
About one hour in, you were across the room dancing with Nancy, a drink in your hand. "Billy looks a little angry." Nancy pointed at him, making you turn around in your spot. Billy was sitting on the couch, staring menacingly at a guy who was making his way over to you.
It was Steve. "Hey, ladies! Hope you're enjoying the party. Y/n, you look fantastic! You sure you're still with Billy?" It was friendly banter, but you took it as your chance to get Billy worked up. "Thank you, Steve! You're so sweet." you put your hand on his shoulder before laughing loud enough for Billy to hear.
You talked with Nancy, Steve, and Jonathan for about 20 minutes before making your way over to Billy. The dimmed-out lights made it difficult to see. He pulled you into his lap, ignoring your yelp at the harsh motion. "You think it's funny, huh? Flirting with him to make me jealous?" his hands gripped your ass, pulling you impossibly closer to him as his hot mouth kissed your collarbone.
"You think you're so funny parading around in this little number.." he held the straps of your top and pulled them before letting them snap back to your skin. "Making everyone in here eye you when you know that you're mine?" he growls, making hickeys all over you.
"Think Steve is better? You think he can fuck you better?" he pants against your skin, his hips grinding into yours. "Steve doesn't have a fuckin' clue, does he? Does he know how slutty you are when you're on your knees, baby?" he whines teasingly in your ear.
"Say goodbye to Nance and get in the fucking car.." he commanded, spanking your ass before you left. It was loud but not loud enough to be heard, as the music was far louder. You couldn't contain the smile that formed on your face. Nancy smiled at you. "Leaving already? He must have been really mad this time." The boys had left the room already.
You said goodbye to Nancy before joining Billy in the car. You weren't scared of him, you knew he would never hurt you. Billy's top priority was protecting you, he wouldn't do anything you didn't want to do.
"Took you long enough." he was impatient now, his dick already semi-hard in his pants. "I'm sorry, baby." you weren't really sorry. He already knew that though.
"Shut up, when we get home you will take everything off as soon as we get in the door." his hand gripped your thigh, just like usual. "Steve Harrington.." he chuckled to himself. "What a loser." he sped off, his tires skidding as he picked up speed.
He parked in his driveway. Billy got a place a year ago once you both decided to be in a serious relationship. He stormed inside, trying to conceal his anger as he fumbled with the keys. You followed closely behind, eager to skip to the good part.
You stepped inside, slowly taking off what little clothing you had on. Billy watched you. "Not fast enough.." he tore your top off you, smirking when you gasped. "That one was my favorite!" he grabbed your face.
"I don't care. Did you see how many guys in there were undressing you with their fuckin' eyes? No." his hand unclipped your bra in one move, surprising you. "You're mine. Nobody gets to see you but me." he slipped your jeans down swiftly, leaving you in your panties. You were glad you picked a matching set.
His eyes lit up. "Sit on the sofa." he slapped your ass as you walked away. He loved doing that. He went to his room and rummaged through his closet, grabbing the cuffs that sat in the corner. "Mmm, you're in for it now, sweetheart..." he mumbled to himself.
He came back, the cuffs hidden nicely in his back pocket. "C'mere." he pulled you into his lap with minimal effort. His scent made you dizzy. Cigarettes and cologne turned you on. "Please Billy, I've been waiting all day.." you grind your hips against him, desperate for any pleasure you could get.
"So needy, is that why you wanted to look so slutty tonight? You think anyone could do better than me?" his hands moved from your hips to his zipper. "You think Harrington can fuck you as good as I do?" He really wasn't gonna let you live that down.
"No Billy, please just-" he cut you off. "Just what? Bend you over and fuck you, is that what you want? Or maybe I should let you suffer like the greedy whore you are." he kissed your neck, shoving his jeans off of him. "God, you're so fuckin' sexy. And you're mine. Got it? You're my good little slut.." he groaned into your ear as he thrust his hips up into yours. His dick was pressed against his boxers, a small wet spot from precum appearing as he pressed against your heat.
"I was just being friendly! Please baby.." he chuckles at your begging. "Friendly? Is that what you were doing? I think you wanted to make me jealous. You know nobody compares to me, how many times have I fucked you so hard you couldn't walk the next morning? You think anyone else could do that?" he lifted your chin, your eyes staring directly into his.
You were speechless. It sounded so hot when he described your plan. "Use your words, princess.." he kissed you roughly, chuckling darkly. "Take this shit off." he helped you get your panties off before taking his boxers off.
"Since you wanna be a slut, why don't you fuck yourself on me like a good little whore?" you felt his tip nudging your entrance as you sat on his lap. "Maybe you could bend me over again?" you remembered how hard he fucked you when you came home from a party. He was shaking the table so much you thought it would break.
"That wasn't a question. You're gonna wear these cuffs and fuck yourself on me until you're begging for my help," he smirked when you blushed at the sight of the cuffs. Billy let you know early on that you could tell him to stop at any time. The last thing he wanted was to force you into anything.
He leaned forward, cuffing your hands behind your back. Your chest was in his face as he slumped back onto the sofa. "So perfect for me." he held your hips, lowering you onto his big, thick cock. "Billy please I need you so bad.." you whined, already grinding slowly. "You have me, doll. Take what you want, since you wanted to be such a slut tonight at the party."
His tip was already hitting deep inside you. "So wet for me, sweetheart." He knew he was being mean, but he considered this payback for your obvious attempts to make him jealous. You rode him, your head tilted back as you picked up the pace. "Billy please touch me.." you were desperate for anything from him.
"Sorry, doll. You brought this on yourself. And you look so goddamn delicious like this. You whine and moan quietly, your legs burning as you bounced on his thick cock, begging for him to give in a fuck you like you've been needing all night.
"Fuck we should do this more often.." he groans softly, his arms laid across the sofa. "You're so tight for me, so damn perfect. Keep going baby, give me one of those pretty moans," he commanded, his hands gripping your hips tightly, his fingers giving you bruises. You moaned louder at the contact.
"Billy please, I need more!" you cried out, unable to get yourself off. He knew you'd be begging for him. "Do you? I thought you were desperate, seeing as you'd turn to Harrington for some dick. No, I choose when you get more." he grabbed your face, pulling you into another rough kiss. You gasped against him as you rode him the best you could.
"Can you cum for me, sweetheart? I think you can. Give it to me." he demanded, his voice getting deeper. He grunts as he bites back noises as he focuses on your orgasm. "Give it to me, sweetheart," he commands.
"Fuck I'm so close Billy please fuck me.." you knew that no orgasm would be as satisfying as when he's thrusting into you ruthlessly as your brain goes numb from the pleasure.
"I can feel you squeezin' baby. Look at me while you cum, give it to me princess.." he groans at the way your pussy tightens against him. Your jaw was agape as your orgasm washed over you, your cries of pleasure loud as you looked into his hypnotic blue eyes.
"Good girl, you look so pretty when you cum for me.." he smirked. "I'm gonna need you to do it again. I haven't cummed yet." he pouts teasingly. You whined and tried to fumble with the cuffs but it was no use. "You're being mean.." you looked at him. His face was somewhere between sympathetic and incredibly turned on.
"No, I'm being fair. This is what you deserve for acting like you don't belong to me." he pulled you close, kissing your breasts. "You look amazing in cuffs, babe." he chuckles. He gripped your waist and slowly moved you, your sensitive pussy making you cry out from the tiniest bit of pleasure.
After a little while, he was holding you above him while he mercilessly thrust into you. You were a mess on top of him, your pace matching his as he pounded into you. You repeated his name over and over, and each time it only fueled Billy's need to make you his.
Billy watched the way your tits bounced as his cock hit deep inside you, his tip probably hitting your cervix by now. It was hot, seeing you fall apart from his own doing. "Mmm, you like this baby? Yeah, you like that?" he pants, watching your face contort in pleasure as you moaned out his name.
He groaned against your neck as he held you close to him. "Oh god, I'm so close. Tell me you're close baby, I wanna hear it." he reaches down to rub your clit, making your eyes roll back in your head. "Fuck yes Billy, keep going, please! I'm so close please let me cum!"
"Cum for me, pretty girl. C'mon give it to me.." his voice was strained as he tried to stave off his orgasm. You came with a gasp and cry of his name, your orgasm flowing through you in waves. "Oh, fuuck.." you whimper, your head leaning against Billy's strong shoulder. Billy was so close. "Good girl, such a fuckin' good girl.." he rambled.
Your pussy tightening around him was all he needed. He groaned and held you down on his cock, cumming inside your tight pussy. "You're so fuckin' perfect." he rode out your orgasms before he pulled out of you.
You whimpered at the loss, making him chuckle. "Sorry baby. Let's get you cleaned up." he uncuffed you, his fingers running over the red marks they left. "We can talk about your behavior in the morning." he kissed your cheek as he brought you to the bathroom. He ran a bath for you, cleaning you himself.
"Did you get what you wanted?" he asked, smirking. You did. You wanted to make him so jealous he'd take matters into his own hands.
"Duh."
//loved writing this, <3
#billy hargove imagine#billy x reader#billy hargove smut#billy hargove x reader#stranger things netflix#steve harrington#stranger things
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The Iron Ring | Chapter III | pjm (m)
❀ Pairing: fae prince! Jimin x human! female reader
❀ Summary: After finding a mysterious ring while cleaning out your late grandmother’s attic, you receive the unlikeliest of visitors: a fae prince who claims you have something that belongs to him. Discovering the fairytales your grandmother told you are true is the least of your problems when you’re taken to a world dangerous and unfamiliar.
❀ Word Count: 19,940
❀ Genre: fantasy au, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers
❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.
❀ Warnings: Explicit language, graphic depictions of death, graphic depictions of gore, fighting and action scenes, depictions of anxiety attacks and minor traumatic memories from battle, intense sequences of fear and fighting for life, angst, self-doubt, reader being maaad confused for a bit, sexually explicit content including making out, hand job, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, emotional sex, discussions of 'reaping' magic and pain, graphic details of pain and suffering, UNEDITED sorrryyyyy
❀ Published: June 5, 2022
❀ A/N: I'm not even going to be humble when I say it's absolutely crazy that I finished this in time for posting on the weekend. When I started writing yesterday, this update was only at about 5k words. I finished last night's session at somewhere around 13k and finally managed to get to 19k today and actually finish where I planned. The next chapter reveals a LOT of things that have been mentioned throughout: who Khione is (by the way, I kind of like the idea of writing a story about her and Yoongi??), WHAT Khione is, what the other are, why grandma told reader that Jin killed her grandpa, and how grandma stole King Malik's power. Anyways - thank you so much for the feedback I've had on this recently. You guys are outstanding and thank you for being patient - I know updates two weeks or one week at a time are a little frustrating but I promise I'm working hard to finish this. Right now I have an anticipated end at chapter five for this story :) Let me know your thoughts! If you know anything about Celtic mythology, you might be able to make a wild guess at what Khione is (even though her name is greek hehe) also this is unedited because i've had covid for like five days and i don't wanna edit today heehe
❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.
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Terror shoots through you. Your pants are barely buckled, the heat of the moment evaporating as you step over the dead faerie. The camp is chaos outside, fire crackling on canvas, the ring of swords. The smell of singed hair and skin makes you gag as you look at the iron rods shoved into the ground. There is roughly a dozen, five feet tall and spaced about three feet apart each.
“Come on!” Jimin yells through the tent. His tone isn’t harsh, but urgent.
Licking your lips, you grip one by the door, yanking. It doesn’t move, sunken in the ground firmly. You pull harder, grunting and squeezing your eyes shut as you pull. Your hands slide on the metal, burning with friction. You make a distressed noise, squatting low to pull with more force at the lower point. The pole moves a bit and you grit your teeth, pulling hard and twisting.
The iron rod comes free with a weird suction-release feeling, knocking you backward. You pant, the sky swirling above you. A terrifying face hovers over you, making you scream in surprise and terror. It's some sort of goblin, eyes black with no pupil, sneering over your face.
You can hear Jimin screaming your name, snarling. You watch as the goblin lifts it’s clawed hand toward you and you feel the scar on your chest throb with familiarity. You don’t think. You thrust the rod upward, cross-checking the goblin across the chin with the iron.
It screams and falls backward, the smell of burnt skin prominent. You realize you’re holding iron – toxic to faeries and what’s keeping Jimin warded in the tent. Rolling to your feet, you gasp for air as you hold the pole, watching as the goblin gathers its wits and gets to its feet. You don’t let it, holding the rod like a baseball bat and swinging.
There's a sickening crunch and the sound of sizzling flesh.
“Hit it again!” Jimin snarls from the other side of the tent. You don’t know how he knows, but you do as he says until the goblin isn’t moving. You're shaking all over, breaths coming out in panicked gasps. “It’s okay,” Jimin calls. “Work on the rods – I'm right here. I just need you to remove enough near the entrance that I can pass with mild burns.”
You drop the rod. You're trembling all over and you feel bile creep up in your throat. Knees buckling, you hit the ground hard, rocks digging into your palms, stinging your hands. You vomit into the grass. It burns like gasoline, scraping your throat as you cough.
Terror claws at you. You trying to catch your breath, gasping.
You can’t get enough air.
Your chest is getting tighter and tighter and you can’t feel that tiny node of energy that exists within you.
The black splashes of Nox and Nyx throb in your vision.
You can’t get enough air.
There's no room to breathe and there is darkness pressing against you, tunnel vision making it impossible to see how to navigate out of this.
“Enaid.” Your head snaps up.
You can’t see Jimin, but you can feel him. Through the panic, through the thunder heart. You know he’s on his knees on the other side of the canvas, hands pressed against the fabric even though the iron is singing him. You don’t know how you know but you know.
“Deep breath,” Jimin murmurs. “With me – one, two, three. Now out – one, two, three.”
You follow the exercise, looking desperately at where his hands press against the tent. Your heart slows and your shaking comes to a stop. You’re no longer gasping, levelling out. “Killing is not easy.” Jimin’s voice is almost a whisper. “I am sorry you are here. But you have to get the iron out of the ground, okay? Get the iron out and I can help you.”
You lick your lips and stagger to your feet. “Okay.”
“I’m right here,” Jimin promises. “You did a good job. You can do this.”
“Okay.”
Licking your lips, you move to the next rod.
A cracking sound makes you flinch and turn around. Hoseok has his back to you, taking a firm stance. Fire curls around his wrist, the whip moving on the ground. He glances at you over his shoulder and nods. “Remove the rods, I’ll cover you.”
You try not to look at the dead goblin as you work on pulling more rods from the ground. You flinch every time you hear the crack of fire behind you, too afraid to turn around and see what Hoseok is fending off. There is mounting chaos in the distance, making you scream in frustration as the poles take all of your energy to pull.
Finally, you rip the last one from the earth, collapsing backwards and red in the face. You're gasping for air as Jimin surges from the tent, darkness writhing around him in a furious, dark storm. You look up at him, dizzy with effort. He picks you up carefully, brushing the hair from your face.
“Okay?” he asks. You nod. He disappears in the tent and reappears, handing you the bow you’ve been practicing with and a quiver. You’re wide-eyed, the bow shaking in your hand. “Just don’t miss.”
It's ridiculous advice but it has the desired effect. You laugh immediately, feeling a little better because it’s still Jimin, despite what happened moments ago.
With trembling hands and a flipping stomach, you shoulder the quiver and pull and arrow, careful not to catch the arrowhead on the lip of the quiver. You nock it, though you’re not confident you could pull and aim right now.
Blinding, white light pulses from the center of the camp. The three of you turn to look at it. Fae with black are rushing toward it, weapons raised.
“Taehyung,” Jimin says, watching as the light fades. “These are solitary fae that don’t belong to courts. Goblins and orcs – look at the eyes. They're being controlled by other.”
“To the king?” Hoseok asks
Jimin nods. You're surprised that they want to help Taehyung and not use the moment as a distraction. Something in your heart flips at Jimin’s decision, watching him storm forward with his sword in hand. He spins the sword as a goblin creature runs by, his wrist moving like a painter as Jimin lops the head off easily.
You don’t have time to be disgusted. The three of you jog through the camp, Jimin and Hoseok clearing the path. You're slammed by the noise and the chaos of it, watching faeries in white with the crest of the Day Court fighting and falling. There are more goblin creatures than Day Court.
A group of creatures scramble toward your trio. You gasp in shock, forgetting about the weapon in your hand. Jimin doesn’t hesitate, a shadow pulsing from him. It hits the goblins, making them scream and collapse, writhing as whatever magic Jimin has used killed them.
Light surged again as you reach the middle of the camp, warriors in white surrounded Taehyung. It's hard not to pause as you look at the King of the Day Court. He radiates light, golden skin glowing pearlescent as he thrusts his sword through the chest of a large creature – an orc, perhaps. None of these creatures make sense to you, but you push forward.
Behind Taehyung a guard is cut down, a hulking monster moving toward the king’s back. Instinct vibrates through you as you pull the taught string of the bow. Aim down the arrow. Don't squeeze your bow hand. Touch the string to the corner of your mouth.
You release the arrow. You swear you hear it whistle as it cuts the air, hitting the monster in the eye. You make a surprised sound, Jimin and Hoseok both whirling around to look at you. Sensing the danger, he was in, Taehyung turns to look at the fallen creature than back up to you.
“Well do more of that!” Jimin hollers, cutting down a troll. “As much as I loathe to save Taehyung after he imprisoned me, we need him as an ally.”
You remember the dark stains on the stone of your bedroom. The cup of water left out for you. The food.
You steady your breath. A cool calm washes over you, soothing the shaking hand. You nock an arrow, pull the string, aim down the shaft and release. You move in a rhythm, the noise of battle fading behind you. Behind the firm calm is terror, but it’s kept at bay by the image of Nox and Nyx murdered.
Anger simmers there too.
Jimin fells anything that gets too close for you to hit. Your aim isn’t perfect – you miss and some of your shots aren’t lethal, but they make the creatures falter, crippling them enough for a member of the Day Court to slay one enemy without fear of being stabbed in the back.
You enter the circle of the fray with Taehyung and his guard. Jimin turns to Taehyung. “How many of your court are outside of this ring?”
Taehyung’s face is stormy. “None. Do what you will.”
Jimin nods and spins his sword, swing up and plunging it down tip first. It sinks into the ground. Day Court warriors circle tight, the creatures making a thick ring and chittering, closing in on you. Jimin spreads his hands part, palms facing one another. Darkness gathers there, twisting and shadowed. There are sparks there, like lightning lancing through darkness.
“Duck,” Jimin orders. You hear the command of a king there, voice firm and loud.
Everyone drops to their knees. Jimin throws his hands out, casting a disk of shadow. It feels like oxygen is pull from the air and you gasp, as though you’re in a vacuum for a moment. There is a sharp sound like bones snapping. You look at the enemies surrounding you, creatures frozen and gaping. Slowly, like the early raindrops of a storm, the top halves of the creatures start toppling to the floor.
A hand claps over your mouth as you watch the ichor and blood spill. Organs topple from bodies sliced through stomachs, chests and heads. You cannot tear your eyes away as the ground soaks up the black blood, bubbling and steaming.
Not a single creature remains standing.
White clothes with the sun emblazoned on them are littered among the dead. None of them move. Slowly, you begin to stand. You realize that the tents and poles are you have bene severed in half. No splints, no tatters, no threads. They’re singed as though they have been cauterized.
You look at Jimin.
You haven’t even seen a flicker of my power.
On unsteady legs, you look at the carnage around you. The members of the Day Court tentatively start picking through the remains, looking a little lost and dazed. You don’t look at the dead or the bleeding creatures or even think about the reeking smell that is beginning to drift toward you.
Jimin sheaths his sword and then looks up at you, green eyes dark. “What?” he asks, adjusting his weapons built and bending to pick up an arrow you dropped. He holds it out to you. “I told you – you've barely seen my power.”
“What was that?”
“Something that should be done seldom,” Hoseok answers. You glance at the summer prince. He's watching Jimin with a guarded expression. “Summoning pure night like that is reckless and can kill you.”
“Would rather not be killed by solitary faeries that are possessed, Jimin sniffs. He turns to Taehyung, who remains motionless and staring at what was once a camping ground.
Following Taehyung’s stare, you realize that out of the dozens of faeries who had accompanied him to this corner of the Day Court, there are only a few left. It sets in that there are not only monsters dead around you – there are willow men and woman and creatures who were loyal to their king that are now covered in grime and death.
Something abought the thought flips your stomach. You turn and retch, nearly vomiting on Jimin’s boots. He doesn’t seem to mind, handing going to your back. You flinch away from him, remembering that only moments ago he had summoned night and used it as a weapon. You didn’t understand entirely what that meant, but Hoseok’s expression was enough to know that it wasn’t normal. Or expected.
Jimin takes a few steps back from you, retracting his hand. You glance up to see that the princely mask has fallen into place. Gone is the man from the tent who had kissed you and tasted you with hunger you’ve never experienced. Gone is the man who admitted he craved touching you from the moment you met.
“I saved us,” Jimin mentions. When you and Hoseok say nothing, he turns to Taehyung. “You owe me a life debt.”
That makes the handsome faerie glare. “I suppose I do.”
“I’m asking you to let us pass through your lands unchecked.”
“Permission granted.” Taehyung looks at you. “They were going to your tent before I flashed my power. Take your ring and get it out of my court and do not come back through my lands until you have banished whatever evil your grandmother has let into this world by killing the High Tree.”
The words land like a slap. You feel their sting, hot against your face. Tears burn your eyes as you look at the empty eyes of Taehyung’s court. Your fingers shake. A faerie somewhere lets out a loud sob and you turn toward it. A satyr leans over a dryad, howling.
Since the moment you stepped into Faerie, you’ve been so sure your grandmother was a hero. She spent her entire life telling you have her great adventures, of the people she saved by defeating the High King and hiding his power. What could be so wrong about that?
But you look at the faces of the dead, faces tilted up to the warm sun. And you realize that they cannot feel it. Immortal beings who believe they will live forever snuffed out because of this thing – these creatures – that come through some sort of door that your grandmother has opened.
And it occurs to you: was the cost of so much life worth a temporary peace?
The answer chokes you. You feel your throat tighten and you look at Jimin, eyes burning. And though you can’t tell what he is thinking or feeling, you think... he understands what is racing through your mind. That he knows that you’re realizing the cost of her actions.
And it’s fucking heavy.
Jimin dips his head to Taehyung in thanks. “King Taehyung.”
Taehyung repeats the motion. “King Jimin.”
The horses are blessedly alive. Umbriel and Asfaloth paw at the ground, throwing their head up and down nervously. Hoseok shushes them, approaching slowly with a hand held out. A warmth radiates from him – magic, you think – and they grow calm enough to mount.
Jimin urges Umbriel into a fast canter, peeling off toward the north.
No one speaks. You don’t look at the ruined camp, instead closing your eyes as Jimin urges Umbriel faster, wind cutting at your eyes. You can feel your eyes water, tears slicing past your temple.
Nothing makes sense. From hat you know, solitary faeries are those who belong to no court. They prefer to keep their business to themselves – so why attack the Day Court? Taehyung’s accusation that they were coming for your tent haunts you. Were they there because of you? And how were there so many?
Tension twists your neck and shoulders. It feels like there is an intense pressure crushing on top of you, grinding you until you’re nothing. And you want to be nothing.
You don’t want to be here. You don’t want to be afraid. You don’t want to be anything.
Jimin says nothing from behind you. The comfort he offered you before is gone, replace with a cool exterior.
The horses carry on. Day turns into twilight and the wind gets colder. You shiver in the saddle, looking up at the sky as blue fades to grey.
The Winter Court looms ahead.
-
Winter wind tears at your face. It scrapes its nails down your cheeks, bites at the flesh of your lips, making them blood and peeled. Your bones ache with cold, even though Jimin has stopped the horses to change into warmer clothing. Though fae are not as affected by temperature fluctuations, even the two fae princes cannot fight off the sting of winter.
Grey skies and clouds stretch overhead. Something feels off about the world here. The Day Court and the Night Court were thriving with life and magic. Dread fills you here, almost as deep as the cold.
You want to ask Jimin about the Winter Court, but the image of his power ripping through the solitary faeries plays in your mind over and over again. You have no idea the extent of his power, but you know that Hoseok has been just as standoffish.
So instead, you turn to the prince of the Summer Court. “It feels wrong here.”
Hoseok looks up at you. He's fixing a buckle on his boot. He nods as he looks back down, fingers shaking in the cold before he finishes and slides gloves on. “Like the other courts, the Winter Court is powered by the Winter Tree and the royal family who are tied to it. They have suffered incredibly losses – more than what you just witnessed at the Day Court. It takes faeries time to heal. We do not have many children.”
“They also chased out their best heir, Jimin mutters. “That kind of counts for their downfall.”
Hoseok gives Jimin a hard look before standing and looking at you. “You won’t find much happiness here, but the Winter Court is full of people. Sure, there are a few bad apples – every court has them.” Hoseok looks pointedly at Jimin. “Anyway, we’re going to the Nightingales, you don’t need to worry about the royal family.”
“What are the Nightingales?”
Jimin helps you onto Umbriel. You rub your palms together and pull your cloak closer. Jimin leans a little more into you than previously, making you flush. Even in the state of things, it’s hard to forget the way he licked and sucked at you, making you writhe and curl and-
“You okay?” Jimin’s voice is a purr. You go rigid and nod your head, though you get the sneaking sense that he knows where your mind was wandering off to. “The Nightingales are some of the most powerful fae in Faerie. They’re the keeper of secrets and have ancient knowledge of the world. They were started thousands of years ago as an assassination ring by the Winter Court, but they’ve since transformed their use and purpose.”
“Do they still assassinate people?”
“Do you really want the answer to that question?”
You don’t.
Instead, you let yourself get ensnared in your own thoughts.
A mixture of shame and confusion circle you and Jimin. You have no idea where the heated moment between you came from or what it means. You had thought up until that point that you were a tool at his disposal. But the way he had kissed you and blinded you with mindless pressure makes you shiver in the saddle.
You don’t know how to feel. Jimin is... abrasive but kind and he is constantly contradicting himself. He is the epitome of the chaos of the fae, and you struggle to understand the motivations and the machinations of his mind.
Trying to guess the rhyme and reason behind him eating you out like a man starved is impossible.
You think about the pull you constantly feel with him, the way you feel like there is a tiny string dragging you along toward him until you’re united once more. The realization that maybe Jimin feels something similar.
It gets colder as you’re consumed with your thoughts. No one speaks, but your breaths come out in puffs. A terrible tremble rattles your spine and you pull your cloak tighter. Jimin presses his chest against you and you feel warmth bloom at your back. You make a startled noise, going rigid.
“Relax,” Jimin grunts. “It’s just a little magic.”
“You should conserve your magic,” Hoseok warns. “Teach her how to use her own instead. You're going to exhausts yourself after summoning night like that and keeping two bodies warm.”
“What does that mean? That you summoned night?”
Jimin huffs, breath clouding. “Most fae have general magic about them. A banshee predicts death, a brownie can make things appear and reappear, a dryad can sing trees into shape. Hoseok and I can perform basic magic – warming, some elemental magic, a little healing. But we are members of the gentry as well, the strong fae that make up the royal court. My gift in magic really lies within a skillset unique to the Night Court.”
“So that’s why Hobi can summon a whip of fire?” You ask. Hoseok nods. “You can manipulate fire to a certain degree because its unique to the Summer Court?”
“Exactly. Those bright flashes of light you saw when Taehyung was fighting was him summoning the day – he was pulling on his own life force and re-creating the very essence of the day and frying and blinding the other.”
“So you summoned night and... what, exactly?”
“Used it like a blade. I made it solid, pure darkness of the night sky fashioned into something sharp.”
“It was dangerous,” Hoseok grunts. “To do that in the Day Court where you’re weakest? You’re lucky you could do it at all.”
You turn to look at Jimin over your shoulder. For a moment, you can’t help but think how good he looks, even in the Winter Court. His eyes hair matches the background, black hood pulled over his head. His eyes are lighter – like jade – than they were before. His eyes meet yours, intense and unrelenting.
“You were weakened in the Day Court?”
“It is my natural opposite,” he admits. “But we were not so far from home like we are now. We’re also very near the High Court.”
“Are you in danger?”
He cocks his head. “Worried about me?”
You flush from head to toe. This tone is playful, eyes dancing. “No.”
“I thought faeries didn’t lie,” he whispers, leaning forward a bit. His voice is soft, the same voice he used when he had you under him, panting and naked. Heat drops in your stomach like a furnace. “You’re part my personal court. It makes sense to fear for me.”
“She’s in your court?” Jimin’s eye twitches in annoyance. It is the single most human expression he’s ever had as he looks at Hoseok, lip curled upward slightly. “Yes,” Jimin answers through his teeth. He has no right to be annoyed, but you can feel the irritation, like something vibrating up an invisible tether between you. “Is that okay with you?”
“You’ve never had a court. I’m just surprised, is all.” Hoseok looks at you and his brown eyes light up and he smirks. “Or maybe I’m not that surprised.”
“Is having a court special?” You ask, a little dubious.
“Only your closest confidants should be in your court,” Hoseok answers. “People you trust with your life, people you rely on more than anyone. You care for them, you love them.” Hoseok smiles as he urges Asfaloth faster. “Jimin has never had enough friends to make one.”
The prince of the Night Court has no response for Hoseok.
Instead, Jimin tries to teach you to warm yourself. It seems hopeless at first. Now that your terror has subsided, you can feel the little piece of energy there. You poke and prod at it with Jimin’s teaching. It doesn’t give away like before, like there is something between you and accessing it.
You work at it. Jimin grunts when you fail again to reach that spark inside of you and opts for a new method. Motivation, Jimin thinks, will drive you to your goal faster. He withdraws the warmth he has been feeding you and lets you go numb again, your extremities screaming as you begin to tremble, the wind and cold an entity out to kill you.
It seems in viciously. Your teeth chatter, your hands tremble. You can’t really feel your legs in the saddle beyond a dull ache. You start to get angry as Jimin pushes you, his patience fraying.
“I’m t-too cold t-to d-do this,” you get out. “J-just warm m-me for a m-moment t-to try again.”
“No.”
“F-fuck you, I’m g-g-g-” you cut off, and angry yell leaving your mouth as you struggle to say the words. “I-I'm going to f-f-freeze to death.”
“You won’t if you tap into it.”
“L-let me d-d-die then.”
“You’re being dramatic. You feel it there – the access to it. It is yours. So take it.”
“I h-hope you f-f-fall of the horse when I d-d-die.”
Jimin’s breath is warm as he leans into your ear, whispering, “Do you need a better motivation than living?”
Jimin nibbles at your earlobe. You burst with heat from the action, surprised. Even more surprising is that you explode with real heat, tapping into the magic and shooting torrents of heat through your body. The force of the heat surprises Jimin, making him yelp and jump backward. He falls from Umbriel and though you want to see him eat snow, he lands in a crouch, looking up at you.
The freeze melts away from you as the fever blooming at your center spreads to your limbs. It's almost painful, the way it chases out the cold. Jimin straightens as Hoseok laughs and jeers at him, but he ignores the summer prince. He narrows his eyes at you before leaping back up onto Umbriel.
“Can you soften the heat a little?” he’s back to his instructional voice. “Just pull back a little – like releasing your bowstring slowly.”
You imagine just that, letting go of that taught energy slowly. The heat dampens to a hum. Your hands are red and you feel flushed like you’re standing in front of a fire, but it’s better than the alternative.
“Would you look at that,” Jimin notes. “My tongue is still a motivator.”
“Shut up,” you snap, looking at Hoseok who has returned to leading you. “I just wanted to knock you off the horse.”
“You worried about Hoseok knowing that I've fucked you with my tongue?” You squirm at his words. His hands find your waist, squeezing. “Worried what he’ll think about how you were going to let me spread you open for my-”
You elbow Jimin. He cackles, knowing that he’s won. You say nothing, focuses on trying not to pass out from embarrassment. Jimin is right, though. You were about to let him do exactly that and the thought of anyone knowing how pliant you were for faerie you barely knew, for a faerie who was mean to you and who had dual motivations and who had kidnapped you and brought you here.
It was mortifying. And Jimin knew it.
-
You had never been more thankful for having a member of the Summer Court with you than when Hoseok started a roaring fire, lighting up the dark, winter sky. You pressed yourself close to the fire, letting the flames warm your face and hands. You were exhausted, a kind of tired that you were unfamiliar with.
Jimin called it burn out. You were still new at using what magic the ring had given you – and the dagger, for that matter – and the constant heating of your system had exhausted you.
This you remember from your lessons. A faerie can only use as much magic as they have energy. Accessing magic and using it is just like being an athlete – the more conditioned you are to using it and the more stamina you have, the more you can use and the bigger the magical feats you can perform.
Warming yourself at a consistent rate was incredibly impressive, according to Hoseok. What you don’t tell him is that for the last hour and a half as you entered the dark line of woods in the Winter Court, you had been struggling to do it at all, sagging in the saddle. You suspect that you would have frozen again if Jimin had not been there.
You don’t dare look at Jimin as he rolls out a sleeping pack. You're focused on the way the flames crack, sparks drifting upward into the shadows boughs of the trees.
The woods feel omnipresent. You can’t really make out much beyond the orange ring of light Hoseok’s fire casts. You see a shimmer of darkness – Jimin's magic a protective ward around your slice of camp, you think. You've brushed the leaves in piles, gathering soft moss to place under your sleeping pack at Hoseok’s instruction.
The ground will suck up your warmth he mentions. Always sleep on top of brush if you can.
Though neither of the faerie princes look alarmed, you can’t help but feel a nervous energy humming through you. Hoseok nibbles on dried, salted meat and Jimin sips on freezing water from his waterskin. Rubbing your hands together, you strand on stiff limbs, groaning.
Jimin glances up at you. “Thighs sore?”
You stare at him, eyes narrowed at the teasing lilt to his voice. Hoseok doesn’t seem to notice or doesn’t care about your conversation. On weak legs, you crawl into your bed roll. “I’m fine.”
“It’s okay to have sore legs. Being spread like that makes the muscles ache.”
You whip your head at him, images of him prying your thighs open flashing through your mind. Is he that enamored with what happened? You have no idea what it means, that he’s still so enthusiastic about it. You try not to let it coax you into false assumptions, but it’s hard when your heart skips a beat.
“I’m going to sleep,” you growl.
Jimin wiggles his fingers in a taunting wave and Hoseok murmurs a good night to you.
Neither of them chats as you wiggle further into your sleeping bag. It's warm, aided by the flames. Taking a deep breath, you try to close your eyes and relax. But the scenes from the Day Court flit behind your eyelids.
Red, blood-soaked earth. Charred corpses with empty eyes. Bodies of creatures split open, entrails spilled like ink.
You squeeze your eyes shut so hard you see stars behind them. You will them away. You don’t want to see anymore death. You don’t want to see any more blood and carnage.
These are the stories your grandma left out. The dead bodies, the brutality of fighting. She never described the sour feeling that kills the pit of your stomach. Acid creeping in and melting you from the inside out until you’re vomiting from the sights and sounds.
It had sounded so glorious when she told you about her sword made of night, the crown of stars full of power.
Children’s stories. She had left out so many details, so many truths.
A tear slips out of your eye and you wipe it viciously. You're careful not to sniff, not wanting to alert the two fae behind you of your predicament. But you can’t help it. You have never felt farther away from home. Never doubted your grandmother this much.
You think back to that place of twilight, where she whispered her fear of Jimin, to beware of Seokjin.
The king’s name sours your face. There is still that mystery to unravel, to discover what reason the king of the Night Court could have possibly killed your grandfather for.
Your kind, gentle grandfather. The softness to your grandmother’s edge. You miss the smell of him, like sunlight and warmth. Had Seokjin done it because he hated your grandmother? It seemed to be a common thing among the fae. Even Taehyung spoke her name with venom in his mouth.
Frustration stirs inside of you. You try to shove away the images but they keep coming and coming. The sound of crying in your ears, the ring of swords, the screaming. It throbs and throbs and throbs. You sense the tiny pebble of power within you and reach for it – maybe you can force the fears away.
You seize onto that tiny part of magic in you and something pulses.
Your eyes snap open as that small bead of power ruptures, vibrating outwards. You imagine ripples on a calm lake, ring after ring expanding and rushing outward.
“Y/N,” Jimin says, voice cryptic. “What was that?”
You sit up, sleeping back forgotten. You feel a tremor behind the shadow of Jimin’s magic. Your heart quickens. The three of you stare east in silence.
The quiet grows unsettling. It yawns into existence, opening up its maw and swallowing sound whole. You look at Jimin but he puts his finger to his lips. Slowly, he climbs to his feet. His movements don’t make a sound, Hoseok echoing the movement.
Nothing happens but you don’t feel relieved. Anxiety amounts and something oily and sharp brushes against your thoughts. You flinch backward, falling on your ass. Jimin is up and moving, throwing his shadows out in a solid arch. Hoseok diffuses the power.
“Fuck,” Jimin swears, grabbing you by the arm and yanking you upward. “You sent out a fucking wave of magic. What did you do?”
“I don’t know!”
“You just announce to this entire forest where we are. You have no idea the dark creatures that are in this forest – this wood is ancient.”
“I didn’t mean to!” Jimin drags you to Umbriel, nearly shoving you up onto the horse. What’s happening?”
“You woke something up,” he growls. He leaps onto the horse. Neither he nor Hoseok bother to breakdown camp. They rein their horses and urge them north. “We have no idea how far that echo you just sent went, but it screamed power.”
Fear climbs up your spin. You leave the camp and rush through the woods, Jimin driving Umbriel at a dangerous pace rushing through the trees. You don’t turn around – you don’t think you would see anything even if you did. But something is there in the distance, a heavy silence sweeping over the trees.
“What is it?” Jimin doesn’t answer for a moment. “Jimin?”
“The Callieach.”
“What’s a callieach?”
“Not what – who. the Callieach is not a faerie. She’s... like the Maker and lives deep within the Winter Woods. She is winter itself and can appear in many forms.”
“And she’s... mean?”
Jimin startles you with a laugh. “She’s not good or evil. She’s ancient – but you just sent out a High Court shockwave. It feels like her kind.”
“Maybe she feels lonely,” you jest, though there is a sliver of terror in your chest. “Like maybe she thinks oh – feels like home.”
“She was banished here and trapped in the body of a faerie to keep her out of the Maker’s home world. I don’t think that is the case, Enaid.”
“Will you ever tell me what that word is?”
Despite the terrifying situation, you feel Jimin’s smile when he says, “Perhaps if we survive the Callieach, I will.”
The ride is cold and brutal. You reach for that spark of magic again to warm yourself but Jimin tuts at you, telling you to save your magic. That sends a deeper chill into your bones. You cannot imagine having to fight with magic.
You think of the pulse you felt emit from you through the forest floor. It had been an accident – you had reached for the magic out of fear, an instinct. You had tapped into it and unleashed something. It felt different from the flames you had been working on conjuring which meant… could it be High Court magic?
Thus far, you haven’t managed to summon an ounce of power from the ring. At least, you don’t think you have. All the magic you’ve been able to spark was heat and occasionally shadow fire, which had earned you the Shade title and King Seokjin’s hatred.
It was frustrating. You wished you could tap into your magic and use it for something. The image of Jimin summoning night and slicing through the others comes back unbidden. You shiver, but this time, not from the cold.
Jimin is far more powerful than you thought. You knew as a prince of the Night Court, he had to be strong. He walked confidently and people respected him – but now you also knew why they feared him. Beneath the surface and the words laced with sweetness, he was still deadly.
You remember your first meeting, the way he had thrown you to the ground. Left you in a prison. The forceful way he handled you and how everything out of his mouth was a grinding insult. It’s different from the Jimin behind you now. You’re not sure how, but the Jimin now seems fonder of you.
And certainly more devious. Heat creeps up your neck and you curse yourself for once again remembering the way Jimin ate you out like a creature made from hunger and passion.
Snow began to fall. White sheets of it, blinding and colder than before. It felt like a knife was slicing the bits of your face that were not hidden by the hood of your cloak. Jimin slid closer to you, shivering against you as the wicked fingers of the cold scratched and clawed at you.
The blizzard grew violent. Hoseok slowed his horse as you navigated through blinding, white snow. The world was no longer grey, but a bright, starling white. You could barely see the back of Hoseok. You only knew he was there at all because of the flame he summoned to melt away the ice that was now crackling beneath the horses feet.
An uneasy feeling crept up your spine. You hear voices on the wind, quick and too soft for you to follow. You swiveled your head, trying to catch them as the wind roared around you. Jimin said something in your ear, but you couldn’t hear him over the screaming of winter’s fury.
You turn to him, trying to hear what he’s saying. At the same moment, Umbriel bucks, her terror lost in the wind. You feel yourself scream more than hear it as you tumble from her back, landing in the snow.
Cold like you have never felt it before grips at you. You gasp, startled as you roll over. Icy nails dig into your skin, needling you and holding you there. You blink up at the sky, but the snow is flurrying so hard that you cannot see or make out what direction you fell from. Your limbs are being buried faster than you can peel yourself from the ice.
You look down and your stomach drops. Ice spiderwebs at your feet, crackling and growing toward you. It feels alive and you shriek, pulling your feet from the mounting and snow. Your steps are sticky and stilted as the ice pulls at you.
Spinning in circles, you scream for Jimin. Cold air reaches into your mouth and cuts you. Blood blooms in your mouth as the cold reaches down your throat. You don’t try to scream again but you are lost and freezing and black is pulsing on the edge of your vision.
Everything hurts. You stumble, covering your eyes as you try to see. A flare of orange barely lights the white sheets and you try to run for it, legs stiff and locking. You stumble again, scraping your hand. The ice cuts your palm, red bright against the ivory snow.
You look up and again your sense of direction is lost. You’re sure that the flash of Hoseok’s fire had been right in front of you, but doubt curls in your mind.
Teeth chattering, you reach for your magic. Pain seeps into your bones. Cold pain like you have never experienced. Your knees buckle as you reach for it, but you feel like there’s an icy wall around it, the energy muted.
Fuck. You realize you’re going to die. Ice climbs up your ankle. You focus your attention on that tiny bit of magic, stretching, screaming, crying for it.
The icy wall around it shatters. Magic shoots at you like an arrow, frying your nerve endings and making you gasp as hot, shadow fire licks around your body. You scream in shock – the flames do not hurt but they’re like acid against the snow, biting at it and chasing some of the cold away.
Wind howls harder. You try to expand the flames as you stand on unsteady feet. A figure appears in the snow and you sigh in relief, stepping toward it. You call Jimin’s name but as the shadow materializes, his name dies on your lips.
Though you have burning, consuming fire at your hands and arms now, a woman steps through the snow and you feel fear.
The howling wind fades. You can hear it as though it is on the other side of a pane of glass, screaming muted. There is a circle of silence between you and the faerie – or whatever she is – as she regards you. The snow does not fall here, in the tiny bubble as you stare at her.
She is a vision. Hair whiter than the snow, eyes that are so blue it looks like she stole the. Her skin is so pale that she almost blends into the background. If it weren’t for the blue cloak twitching in the silenced wind, she’d have been hidden to you.
Nails like talons tip her fingers, which look cruel and bent like claws. Her lips are blue as her cloak as she tilts her head, white hair shifting. She looks faerie but she feels so much stronger. A finger of cold brushes against your mind and you recoil. It’s the same eerie feeling that came right after the pulse of magic you sent out, a psychic touch.
I am so lonely, a voice whispers through you. Won’t you take me with you?
You blink and it’s your grandma looking at you. You open and close your mouth. The world around you is softer, like you’re in that forever twilight. You take a step toward her and she looks at you with stars in her eyes.
“Grandma?”
It is so lonely here. Let us go home.
You take another step toward her. Your fire dies a little as you do, hypnotized by seeing her again. Millions of questions flutter through your mind, stopping you short and you shake your head. “Your stories,” you whisper. “They feel all wrong. Why have you only told me half-truths?”
Come, I will tell you all. Let’s go together to the warmth.
“No, I want you to tell me now.”
Haven’t you missed me? I have been so alone without you.
“Tell me why you sealed away the magic and opened a door! Why you did it knowing it would hurt this world? So many people are mad at you – mad at me because you took the power and ran.
Your grandmother hesitates, tilting her head. Her face blurs for a second. You think you imagine it, that suddenly it’s not your grandmother but of course it is. She smiles at you and…. It’s all wrong.
Where is the door? Let’s go there together, back home.
You frown. “What do you mean? You know-“
Where is the door open, child?
Her face blurs again and Jimin’s words come drifting back to you. She is winter itself and can appear in many forms.
Shadow surges from you. Your grandmother – who is not your grandmother – leans away from you, eyes flickering colors, flashing a kaleidoscope of grey and silver. Ice melts and turns to charred soot beneath you were the flames lick, and you set your teeth.
“You are not my grandmother.”
Where is the door? the Callieach hisses. She is no longer the kindly image of your grandmother. She is a terrifying woman, beautiful but sharp, with eyes too big for her face and teeth razor sharp and too large for her mouth. Tell me where the door is and I’ll eat you quickly.
You don’t answer her. You thrust your hand out, remembering the way you attacked Jimin at Hoseok’s cabin. It feels so long ago, but your body follows the movement so easily. Fire shoots at her but she’s fast – faster than the eye can catch.
The world is swallowed by wind and snow again. You screech as it tears at you, the shadowy flames dimming a bit. You focus on keeping yourself warm and keeping the worst of the snow away from you. It bites and claws at you, a living storm trying to pry your mouth open and stick its hands down your throat.
The Callieach appears in front of you, face contoured as she lashes. Her nails catch your arm as you hold it out. You both scream, her hand coming in contact with the flame and her nails ripping open cloak and skin. You feel hot blood well on your arm, running down to your hand as you pull away from her.
Smoke sizzles from where she touched you – but her hand is not ash. Blackened and flaked, but it does not crumble like the plant had where your flame missed Jimin.
Snow and ice blast you. You can’t see, can’t feel. Tumbling backwards, you fall to the ground hard, head cracking against ice. Your vision pulses. Pain explodes. Your fire gutters out, shocked at the pain and the cold and the burn of the ice.
The Callieach slinks towards you. Your hands push the ground, trying to crawl away. Ice climbs up your fingers, making them freeze. A scream works its way up your throat as little veins of ice snatch you, keeping you in place. The wind blows harder.
You look up, watching the ancient being approach, her hair wiping and silver eyes glowing. This isn’t a faerie. This isn’t a creature. This is a god and now she’s going to make you a meal.
Your heart palpitates. Every breath hurts. The world starts to go quiet. Your vision grows hazy and you realize that you’re freezing to death. You can’t breathe, your tongue led in your mouth, frozen. You can barely look to the side as your limbs become ice and you become one with the ground.
The world slows and so does your heart rate.
Thump thump.
You feel it, beating painfully as it struggles to keep you in the land of the living.
Thump thump.
It’s throbbing. The Callieach approaches as your vision starts to go black at the edges.
Thump.
Ice crusts your lashes. They flutter open and closed. A figure appears beyond the Callieach and you think you feel a pulse. You don’t know. The world is cold and you no longer feel pain. Your eyes flutter shut.
Thump.
A screech makes you open your eyes one last time. It’s such a funny sound. You don’t see the Callieach. Instead, the Grim Reaper has come to take you. Dressed in all black, hood pulled up. The Grim Reaper rushes towards you, mask pulled over the lower half of its face as it leans over you, ready to take you into the afterlife.
Thump.
You look up. At least you feel nothing. The cold has burned away the pain. You are nothing. Feel nothing. The Grim Reaper has one blue eye, one black.
It’s the last thing you see.
-
You are dying and Jimin feels it. He screams as he drives his sword through another creature made of eyes. There is frostbite on his fingers. He feels like they are going to snap when he swings his sword again, screaming his rage and pain into the face of a shattering ice monster.
Behind him, Hoseok’s flame whip lights up the winter storm. Hoseok is using unsafe amounts of heat and fire to keep them from dying and to keep the Callieach’s snow soldiers at bay. Jimin knows the summer prince will not be able to manage this heat and fire for much longer. In any normal situation, Hoseok could fuel heat and fire for days.
The Callieach’s winter is not normal. It is biting and eroding, pulling at Jimin’s skin and peeling back layers of flesh. Jimin feels like every time his skin heals, it’s sealing in the cold, letting it drip down to his very bones and soul.
His soul.
Jimin’s soul screaming. He can feel the panic and the pain ripping through the storm at him. He can’t feel where you are but he feels the mounting terror, the slowing beat of your heart. Jimin blindly runs in the direction that he thinks you’re in – he has no way of knowing in the Maker’s damned storm.
Hoseok follows, flames licking at their enemies.
A tremor runs through the ground. Jimin barely pulls up short and misses the explosion of ice lancing across the snow. Mist and frozen ground spray in the air, momentarily blinding him. Jimin shields his eyes with his hand as it all comes down.
The snowy minions pause, half of their numbers obliterated. Jimin turns to look north, a shadow appearing in the white blizzard screaming around them. Relief floods Jimin’s system as the figure in black throws a black-gloved hand forward, another torrent of grown and snow rippling. The earth cracks as it hits the the Callieach’s figures.
Jimin and Hoseok launch into action, slicing through them as their new ally falls into battle with them. Jimin sees the black blade glinting as it cuts through their enemies. The winter storm lessens around them, almost coming to a complete stop as the ice continues to lash up from the ground like a whip, cracking and destroying the remaining figures The Callieach summoned.
The dark figure turns to Jimin, only his eyes visible under the heavy black hood and mask pulled across his lower face. Inky, feline eyes stare back at Jimin and he realizes who has come to help them.
Yoongi.
“Help me!” Jimin begs. “The Callieach is killing her!”
“Khione will take care of it.” Yoongi’s voice cut through the winter like a command. And Yoongi is of the Winter Court – of course his voice can stop the snow and mute the wind. His eyes are dark and dangerous under the Nightingale hood. “You are both going to freeze to death. Come.”
Jimin doesn’t listen. He can feel you now that the the Callieach’s fury is dying down. It feels like a thread is tied between the two of you and Jimin runs for it. Yoongi snarls at him, going after Jimin and grabbing him. Jimin is hurt. He can feel the bite in his fingers, the tremble in his legs and the raw burns from where the storm has peeled at him.
“You are going to get yourself killed.”
Jimin growls at Yoongi. “You don’t understand.”
“I have a mate too,” Yoongi snaps at Jimin, pulling the prince up short. He can’t see Yoongi’s face, but he sees the eyes. There is understanding there – not pity, but empathy. “And my mate has her. Let’s go.”
“Please,” Jimin asks and Yoongi seems to understand. Yoongi nods once, his eyes glazing over for a moment. Jimin feels a second away from breaking, squeezing his hands on the sword that is still in his hand.
He doesn’t know when he acknowledged the thread connecting the two of you. He felt it the moment he stepped into the attic, but he thought that perhaps it was a sense of familiarity. You looked so much like Yvaine that Jimin was sure the tingling at the back of his senses was familiarity.
When he took you to Faerie with him, he thinks perhaps that’s when he knew. He could feel the pain radiating from you after knocking yourself out. He could feel the anxiety and the fear like it was his own, two emotions that he wasn’t very familiar with.
Jimin had not truly been afraid in a long time. He worried for his people and he stressed over his own search for the power that had been stolen from his father and in turn, him. He had spent years and years going over Yvaine’s journals and belongings, trying to find out where she went. Trying and hoping and failing.
But despite all of that, he had never truly been afraid.
Jimin is afraid now. As he was when Taehyung took you from him for questioning, as he was the night the others attacked you in your room and slaughtered Nox and Nyx. Jimin doesn’t acknowledge where this fear comes from. To say it out loud is to give it a name and names are powerful things.
But that fear is driving him now, making him step toward Yoongi as it eats away at Jimin’s nerves, corroding him from the inside out.
Yoongi’s eyes flash and he zeroes in on Jimin. “She’s alive.” Jimin sags with relief, pain on the edge of every feeling in his body. “Come.”
Despite the screaming terror inside of Jimin, all focused on a single, half-faerie girl, he complies. Yoongi cannot lie, and he knows that he’s checked in with his other half. The telepathic talents of the Nightingales makes Jimin shiver. He had never understood what rituals they perform to become what they are, but they are faerie and they are more.
Yoongi leads them to a massive wolf waiting patiently – Jimin realizes it’s a Fenris, one of the rare giant wolves native to the Winter Court. It’s midnight black, coat absorbing the light reflecting off the snow, a dizzying effect. It sits and watches the faeries approaching, larger than both Umbriel and Asfaloth. The horses paw at the ground nervously, ice flaking their coat.
“Thank god they lived,” Hoseok breathes, rushing to his mount.
Yoongi casts a wary eye. “They didn’t. Thank Khione for that.”
Hoseok pales and Jimin’s stomach turns as he looks at his horse. She looks fine and she is warm to the touch when his trembling hand brushes across her neck. “A generous way to use her gift,” Jimin notes carefully. He studies Yoongi. “One might call it frivolous.”
“What can I say.” The wolf lowers himself to the ground on all fours, letting Yoongi mount him. The leader of the Nightingales looks tiny but terrifying on the back of his Fenris. Jimin wonders what Jungkook would think if he ever saw them – the Dread Wolf has never left the Night Court a moment of his long life. “She likes animals. Take better care of yours.”
Jimin keeps looking over his shoulder as Yoongi leads them north. Jimin had not realized how close they were to the mountains – granite-colored peaks shoot up toward the sky like the spine of some ancient creature, capped with snow.
Dark woods lead up to the foot of the mountain. Yoongi leads them into the shade of the tree. There is heavy silence around them. Jimin looks back the way they came, but sees no sign of you.
Yoongi senses Jimin’s apprehension. “You won’t see them.” He looks forward, nearly blending with the Fenris he rides. The rock face of the mountain comes into side, covered with shrubbery and snow. “Skadi is white and blends right in. Khione turns her armor white when she rides.”
“Stealthy,” Hoseok notes.
Yoongi makes a sound that has a touch of warmth.
It’s been a long time since Jimin had seen Yoongi. The Nightingale is elusive and has been focused on helping rebuild the Winter Court and the Nightingales. The last time that Jimin saw the quiet faerie, he was threatening Seokjin to keep his nose out of Winter business.
Even as a king, Seokjin knew threats from Yoongi were to be taken seriously. He was older than most of their ages combined and he wasn’t just a faerie – he was something ancient like the maker, bound in his oath to protect the Winter Court the knowledge of the Faerie.
Nightingales were rare and they were powerful. It took years of brutal training, renouncing your loyalty to your family, and undergoing some sort of ritual and transformation that was unknown to Jimin. Yoongi had been the captain of the Nightingales as long as Jimin had known him. He had no idea what ties the faerie had to the Winter Court before him, but he was part of the reason the original regime was torn down.
Though Khione was more the reason for that.
A shadowy alcove appears in the rock face. Jimin can’t see the ward, but he feels the veil of magic they pass through. The tunnel into the mountain is shadowed but warm. It’s comfortable and he relaxes only slightly as he lets Umbriel follow without direction.
In the darkness of the tunnel, Jimin closes his eyes and reaches.
He can feel you there, faint like the flutter of butterfly wings. You are alive but you feel barely there. He grits his teeth and reminds himself that Yoongi’s mate is the best faerie that you could be with. There is the reason the Callieach does not come to the mountain.
The Khione that Jimin knew as children is not just Khione anymore. Just like the Callieach was someone else once.
Dark blue fae light hovers above. Jimin has only been to the Citadel once before. A massive, circular antechamber with circular ceilings sits at the center of the mountain. Multiple doors are set in the stone, each leading to different parts of the mountain and Citadel. Hidden stairways, sloping tunnels and long forgotten rooms makeup the inside of the mountain like a beehive.
It was once filled with dozens of Nightingales. Now there are only a dozen, mostly new who are far too young to be members, but who have nowhere to go in the wake of war.
Yoongi slides off the Fenris and whistles, long and low. A young Nightingale appears dressed in a black tunic and black breaches, her hair the color of the deep ocean. She bows deeply at the waist to Jimin and Hoseok and presses a fist to her chest when she bows to Yoongi. He returns the motion with a shallow nod of his head instead of the bow, and instructs her to care for their horses.
Still in armor, he gestures for them to follow.
Yoongi sheds the hood as they do. His dark, inky hair is longer than Jimin remembers. The armor he wears looks like second skin, black plated leather and metal that interlock like dragon scales. There is fine detailing in black, but Jimin does not know what the patterns mean. He assumes they’re sacred to the Nightingales, so he doesn’t ask.
Fae light hovers throughout the hallway. They don’t run into anyone else, a city too large for the few people that live in it.
They’re taken down into steaming pools of saltwater. Jimin can smell the salt before they get there. The air is humid, steam cleaning to the walls and dripping. The fae light down this hall is softer, glowing orange instead of blue and they are spread farther apart than before, casting most of the hall in shadow.
Yoongi gestures to a hole in the wall.
Inside is a soft, milky pool of steaming water. Orange veins of magma course through the wall, looking liked fiery roots digging it’s fingers into the earth. Jimin feels the moisture bead on his skin. Glancing up, he sees stalactites hanging over the ceiling, their teeth menacing.
“Bathe,” Yoongi instructs. There is soap at the west side. The salt will help your wounds and the warmth will melt that child from the Callieach.” He looks at Jimin with heavy meaning. “You need to raise your temperature and keep it consistent. The Callieach’s cold will bite away for longer than you can imagine.”
Jimin opens his mouth. “She will be in the medical wing with Khione. You can go there when you’re done.” Yoongi almost melts into the darkness, eyes flashing silver as he warns Jimin, “Thirty minutes.”
Silence fills the space as Jimin and Hoseok strip. Hoseok’s flesh is burned and blackened with the cold touch of the Callieach, blood and scrapes crusted over with ice. Guilt rolls through Jimin like a thunderstorm. He averts his eyes, knowing that his friend is far too precious for what Jimin is putting him through. For what they have planned together.
The warm water seeps into Jimin’s skin. It chases away the cold, making him sigh. He goes deeper into the pool, submerging to the neck as he closes his eye. He drifts to the far side of the tubs, finding hard, lavender scented soaps. He scrubs at his skin with one and is pleasantly surprised to find it’s mixed with arnica.
“She’s your mate,” Hoseok murmurs. Jimin looks up. It’s not a question, but an observation. Hoseok doesn’t look at him, busy scrubbing away at his skin. “She is, right?”
Jimin looks down at his hands. The knuckles are pink and raw after scrubbing them. The word trembles through the very making of Jimin. He knows what it means to have a mate. His farther losing his mate is what started the entire mess they were in. The pain, the suffering, the aimless drifting after losing his mate is what had driven King Malik to madness.
Having a mate is something deeper than love. It is fated, it is instinctual, it is a bond at the soul level. When a soul matches yours entirely.
Jimin thinks of you. The way you fight his every move because you have a mind on your own despite being afraid. The way you stand your ground. The way you have adapted in impossible conditions. Or your smile when you think he’s not looking. Your eyes when you find something else about this new world of yours fascinating.
Your voice. The way you smell like rose and vanilla – sort of like the palace at the High Court.
You. His enaid.
Jimin nods, voice barely above a whisper when he answers Hoseok, “Yes.”
-
You were never made for poetry. Stories and novels were always something you excelled at, taking your grandmother’s stories and turning them into something fuller. Bigger. But as you drift somewhere – you're not sure if you’re dreaming or not – Robert Frost’s poem floats around your mind like a haunting song.
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
The cold of the Callieach’s power feels permanent. Like a hateful poison deep in your tissue, making a home in your skin, your cells, your very being.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
You remember Jimin. The way he kissed you, like he had been starving for centuries for you. Just you. The way his fingers pulled and scratched you, digging to your soul. Devouring you whole. Desire incarnate.
But if I had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
It feels like the ice is eating you from the inside out. It is hateful and cruel and cold, burning away at your very being.
And then it stops. The warmth starts very slowly, drip drip dripping into you like the softest rain drops.
More. You want more. It begins to trickle, a steady stream of rain tap tap tapping warmth into you. You relish in it, hoping that it stays forever.
You do stay warm like a fever, but the pain starts to arrive. At first, it’s dull and quiet. Then it mounts to a steady roar, waves of pain deep to the marrow. You moan, turning over on your side and curling into a ball, hoping that if you make yourself smaller it will go away.
It is unbearable. You try to hide from it but it’s there and it demands to be felt.
Something soft brushes against your back and you hear gentle words but it’s hard to understand them. It smells like orange blossoms and the deep air of night, and you feel something soft settle over you. Though the pain is still there, there is also comfort.
The word you hear finally makes sense.
Enaid.
And though you don’t know what it means, it pries the sleep from you, peeling it from your skin. Part of you is angry – the pain is ten times worse when you wake up, eyes feeling like they’re cracking open and burning.
You groan.
“Morning,” Jimin laughs. You croak some sort of response, blinking and looking up at him. “You sound a bit like a frog.”
You’re in a dark room lit by red fae light. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you realize you’re in a cave. The bed underneath you is more a cot than a bed, but it’s warm and comfortable. It smells like herbs and salt, the air damp as you roll over and let out another pained sound.
“I feel dead.”
“You almost were,” Jimin admits. “I would have been very annoyed if you had.”
“Yeah?”
Jimin grins at you and it’s the most beautiful thing. Something deep inside of you stirs. You swallow down the feeling of butterfly wings He taps the ring on your finger. “Valuable, remember?” It's nearly impossible to hide the disappointment on your face. Jimin must see how swiftly the flush of embarrassment rises to your cheeks because he squeezes your hand. “I was kidding. Faeries can’t lie, but we can jest. You are valuable, but it’s not the ring that makes it so.”
“Thanks.”
“How do you feel?”
“Awful.”
“Better than dead.”
“I thought I was dead. I swear I saw the Grim Reaper come for me.”
Jimin frowns. “The Grim Reaper is a being from your world, not mine. We have banshees, but that’s it.”
“Well it was something in all black and it was terrifying.”
“Ahh.” Jimin is still holding your hand. You try not to look down where his palm warms yours, fingers curled around yours. Steady electricity hums through you like a current where you touch. “You mean Khione. The Nightingales dress in all black, though I hear she occasionally wears white. She probably wanted the Callieach to see her.”
Someone sweeps into the room. You feel the power before you turn your head to see her. You flinch in your bed, cowering into Jimin and whimper, the cold fingers that had tried to slaughter you coming back. The faerie who walks into the room is a replica of the Callieach – at least her face.
Black hair that is almost blue swirls around her face as she approaches. Her skin is pale and smooth, shining with radiance like the moon. Her face is stunning – high cheekbones, narrow nose with a soft end, almond shaped eyes with heavy lashes. Her mismatched eyes are hypnotizing – one black, one blue.
“Sorry,” she murmurs, voice soft and deeper than you were expecting. She sounds nothing like the haunting whispers of the Callieach. “I know I look like it - I’m not the Callieach, though.”
Jimin holds you, letting your fear subside. The woman doesn’t move any closer, giving you your space. You can feel the power ebbing around her and as you slow your panic, you realize it does feel different than the Callieach. She feels like darkness and death.
“My name is Khione,” she says gently. “I’m just here to help your healing. May I approach?”
You lean away from Jimin, but his hand stays wrapped around you. You nod and Khione smiles. Her two-toned eyes are mildly alarming, but she approaches carefully. Jimin lets her sit next to you on a stool, rolling up the sleeves of her black tunic to the elbow. Despite everything, you trust Jimin’s judgment to let her near you.
Rubbing her palms together, she slowly holds her hands over you, ghosting them over your skin as she concentrates on something. You feel a soft prodding that makes you squeak in surprise. She gives you a sheepish look. “Sorry,” she admits. “I haven’t done this in a while. My skill lies more in death than life.”
“I see.”
“Don’t worry, I had practice earlier.” Khione jerks her head to Jimin. “He let the horses die. I wasn’t too excited so I brought them back.”
“What?” you demand, looking at Jimin. “How dare you?”
“I was a bit busy running after you,” Jimin grunted. “Perhaps you didn’t notice, but the Callieach’s wind ripped you from me. And we were dealing with snow soldiers while she was trying to rip the power from you.”
“Is that what she was doing?”
“Sort of,” Khione answers. “I think it thought you could take it home.”
Her hands are warm as they skate over your chest, throat and head. She drops them into her lap when she’s done, but you miss their warmth.
Up close, Khione is even more beautiful than you originally thought. It's similar to Jimin’s, an ethereal shine that you cannot help but feel blinding by.
“What happened? I only remember you appearing.”
She sighs. There is a weariness in the corner of her eyes and pinched shape of her mouth. Her one blue eye looks bright and young, while the dark black eye looks ancient. You cannot see the pupil the iris is so dark.
“Yoongi and I were hunting. There have been strange things lurking around the boarder. Usually the Callieach keeps them away – they're either too afraid to go near the woods or they get eaten. I felt the pulse of magic and we decided to investigate.” She looks at Jimin. “You’re lucky we did. You shouldn’t have been in those woods, knowing it was there.”
“We were in a hurry.”
“Haste is death.”
“Well thankfully you were around.”
Khione rolls her eyes, not impressed by Jimin’s argument. You have to admit, you aren’t either. You look at him skeptically. “You knew that thing was in the woods and we went anyways?”
“I didn’t anticipate you sending a ‘hello here we are’ signal into the world.” He grimaces. “But yes, I knew that she was in the wood.”
“Yoongi and I came to help. We were just in time.”
You can see the frustration when she looks at Jimin, which tells you just how close you were to dying. “So she’s dead?” Khione looks at you. “The Callieach?”
“No. But it won’t be coming out now that it knows its sister lies in the north.”
It. You notice that Khione has not called the Callieach she like you and Jimin have. She consistently uses the word, refusing to acknowledge that the Callieach is a person.
“Is the sister a terrifying evil hag like the Callieach?”
Khione is amused as she leans back on the stool and crosses her arms. “I don’t know. Am I?” Jimin rolls his eyes despite smirking at the revelation. You realize now why they look so similar – the Callieach is Khione’s sister. She must see the confusion on your face, because she gives you a sad smile, filled with an ancient hurt. “The Callieach is my sister in two ways.”
“That’s... confusing.”
“You have met the others that come in through doors to our world?” You nod here. “The Callieach comes from the same world. She is a host to a creature like the Maker.”
“A god,” you murmur and Khione shrugs. “It was like the power of a god crushing me.”
“There are all types of names for them in all types of realms. It is a creature that is not from here though, that is very old and very powerful. She was banished here by her own kind and bound to a faerie body. She is severely weakend that way, but still formidable.”
Horror creeps into you. “The host she’s bound to is your sister.”
Khione nods. “Beira sacrificed herself to keep the Callieach from tormenting our people. We had hoped she would keep her mind but she has not. At least, not fully. It sticks to its little corner of the Winter Wood and stays there.”
“I’m sorry. That is incredibly sad.”
Khione nods. “It is an ancient hurt.”
“But hurt nonetheless.” She smiles at you. “You said you were a sister to her in more way than one?”
“Ah, that.” Khione taps a finger on her knee and opens her mouth to tell you when she’s interrupted.
“Khione.” You turn to look at the deep, rasping voice.
Another faerie enters the room. He is dressed in all black, long hair like spilled ink curling at the nape of his neck and behind his ears. His coal-colored eyes are keen like a cats, milky skin flushed as he approaches. His tunic is sable with matching breeches, the shadowy colors looking like they shift with his movement.
Something about his gaze is not particularly friendly and you feel cold, dropping your eyes as he stops at the foot of your cot. There are rings on his fingers and your eye is drawn to one. You sit up in your bed, fixated on it.
“That ring looks like mine.” You point to his thumb. “Did you make this?”
You hold your hand up to him to flash it. His dark eyes fall on it. He remains expressionless and says nothing for a few long moments. Your heartbeat picks up, remembering what Jimin said about potential makers of the ring.
“What have you brought into my home?” he growls. “Yvaine asked me to make that cursed ring for her without telling me what she would use it for. She perverted my magic and used it for her own devices.”
“Yoongi,” Jimin says softly.
The faerie – Yoongi – holds his hand up. “No. You demand too much of the Nightingales just like Yvaine did. What I did to put that power into the ring is unspeakable. I will not relive my faults for you.”
Yoongi says nothing more. He storms out of the room, a raincloud over his head. Khione sighs as she goes, rubbing her temples. She gives Jimin and you an apologetic glance.
“Sorry about him,” she murmurs. “He is under stress. The Nightingales don’t pass the trials like the used to and he feels at fault.” Her eyes flicker to the ring and she gestures for you to hold out your hand. You do, her fingers hovering above it. You feel power in the tips of her fingers. She pulls her hand away. “There is no power in the ring.”
“That’s not possible,” Jimin says. “She used it when she called the Callieach.”
Khione hums thoughtfully and leans forward, brushing her hands in a motion over your chest. You feel that flicker of power again, fading as she pulls her hand away. “Your power is not in the ring. It’s in Y/N.”
“Not possible.”
“I am the second in command of the Nightingales and the last namer in faerie, princeling.” Khione stands, eyes narrowed. “You don’t have the faintest idea of what is possible in these realms.”
-
Jimin doesn’t let you talk about the power further. He waves you off and promises that it’s a conversation for another time. You still feel pain and he nudges painkillers in your directions, telling you that you can take them again.
Hoseok appears, yawning and rubbing his eyes from a well-deserved sleep. He sits down on the cot next to you, all smiles and asking how you are. He brandishes warm rolls from the kitchen and a jar of honey. You tear into them, not realizing just how hungry you are. They laugh and offer to take you down to the kitchens for food.
Together, they tell you that it’s the middle of the night and you’ve been asleep for a day and a half. Jimin had taken up residence next to you, which makes you warmer than you care to admit. He stays closer to you now, leading you down the winding call just a touch out of your reach.
It’s nice.
Both of them keep talk light, giving you an impromptu tour. You can’t help but feel like they are distracting you from what Khione said.
The High Court power isn’t bound to the ring. It is bound to you. Though you’re not entirely sure what it means, Yoongi sounded final in his decision, face haunted. You don’t know what he had to do to make the ring, but you know that even if it almost kills you, you have to be rid of the power.
Cool wind fills the empty stone halls of the underground city. It feels far too empty for how large and grand it is. Jimin and Hoseok tell you that there used to be dozens of Nightingales and a school of initiatives, all protecting the knowledge of the world and the Winter Court royals.
Now, they’re a little more neutral. Though they don’t discuss what Khione is, you get the sense that she isn’t just a faerie.
Your curiosity can wait. You enter a hall with wooden tables and benches, warm light hovering in the high, curved ceilings. There are other Nightingales around, snacking on meats and cheeses. Hoseok vanishes into a back room and reappears with platters of meats, cheeses, bread and water.
The food is delightful, packed with flavor. You try to eat slowly as to not make yourself sick, but the hunger gnaws at you like the cold that you felt during the Callieach’s attack.
For what it is worth, they do a good job at distracting you. The walk you through the brutal fight with monsters made of snow and you laugh at Hoseok’s frustration at how do you kill snow? It's nice to sit and talk to them, even though the knowledge that somehow you have the power of the High Court sits heavy with you.
You elbow Jimin as you bite into a piece of bread, chewing. “So are you going to tell me what enaid means?”
Jimin’s eyes go wide over his wooden cup. “Hmmm?”
“You said if we survive you’d tell me.”
“I said I might tell you.”
“Tomato to-mah-to.”
He furrows his brows. “Is that another one of your turns of phrase?”
You wave it off. “I think we’re pretty lucky to be alive. I think maybe you should tell me in the event that I die while trying to give you this power back.”
He scowls and Hoseok clears his throat, putting his hands on the table. “I’m exhausted, I’m going to head to bed.”
Jimin looks up at him. “You just woke up.”
“Yes - I did. You know fighting and saving the world and killing snow monsters is hard on the body. I need a nap. Have a great night.”
It doesn’t take a genius to know that Hoseok wants no part of whatever conversation you’re trying to have with Jimin. You glare daggers into his back.
Jimin dusts off crumbs from his hand. “We should-”
“No,” you growl. “What does it mean.”
“I already told you, it means a lot of things to a lot of different people.”
“What does it mean to you?”
Jimin doesn’t answer. He shuts his mouth and the open, vulnerable expression he has taken to wearing around you the last few days zips tight. You can no longer get a read on him, beautiful face a smooth canvas. It looks like the Jimin you first met, the impassive prince who cares nothing for you.
It slices like a knife. You push yourself up from the table, wiping your hands on your tunic as you glare at him. “Here I was thinking we were friends,” you snap. “I forgot you do nothing but withhold information and move everyone the chessboard like your little pieces. So much for that fucking oath you swore to me.”
Jimin says your name as you storm off. You don’t know why his refusal to tell you what the word means eats at you, but it does. You hate it. Because you know it means something and the way it makes you feel cannot be fake. The way Jimin makes you feel when he says it has to mean something.
And him not telling you what it means feel like he’s not admitting something important. Something vital.
Jimin isn’t being honest with you and you hate that it bothers you.
Jimin calls your name again, but you don’t listen. You don’t know where you’re going, rushing through the halls with tears burning in your eyes. You've been through so much together and yet he can’t even say it.
You run into something solid, startling yourself. You look up to apologize and the words lodge in your mouth. Yoongi takes in your sudden years and the way you’re rushing, obsidian eyes watching. He flicks his gaze above you, as though he can sense Jimin and beckons you with a tilt of his head.
“Come along,” Yoongi murmurs. “Let’s chat, just you and I.”
It does not feel as though you can protest. Anyway, you want to get away from Jimin and whatever torrential feelings regarding the prince.
Yoongi moves like a shadow. He vanishes between shadow, reappearing in a shaft of light farther ahead of you. He makes you feel like he’s left you, only to reappear again a second later. It’s eerie, the way he becomes the dark.
Though you’ve seen Jimin among the shadows of night, this is different. The dark pockets through the caves that he leads you aren’t just dark – they are void of any light, like they don’t exist in this world. You run your hand through a shaft of darkness as you pass – you almost feel it.
“Khione can feel when you do that,” Yoongi hums. You flinch, realizing you’ve almost walked into him. He’s stopped at a wooden door, turning a key in it. “The shadows are a part of her.”
“Sounds ominous.”
He smirks. “Yeah, a little.”
Burning cedarwood and the smell of wax greets you as you walk into a comfortably warm room. Candles flicker from wooden bookshelves and tables filled with books and scrolls. A fireplace crackles on the far side of the wall, a massive sleeping wolf in front of it. You freeze, staring at the creature. It’s fur is pure white, like untainted snow and you know without a doubt that it is larger than Umbriel.
Yoongi strolls into the room unfettered, glancing back at you when he senses your hesitance. “That’s Skadi, she won’t hurt you. She’s Khione’s.”
“You have a pet wolf?”
“They’re not wolves – not really. They’re older and perhaps what wolves evolved from. They’re called Fenris’ and they originated in the Winter Court. One of the first Queens of the Winter Court struck a bargain with them. They serve the royal family.”
You slid your eyes to Yoongi, who is now sitting on one of the couches surrounding a low table. He fixes himself a steaming cup of tea. You have no idea where it came from. “Khione is royal?”
Yoongi hums and nods his head.
The library is much larger than the one at the Night Court. You crane your neck upwards, looking at the endless ceiling. It spirals up and up and up. You realize the library is at the center of the mountain, going up the hollow center with stacks and stacks of books. Pixies flutter among the shelves, their light like stars in the night.
“Why is she here, then?” You venture, sitting stiffly on the seat across from Yoongi. “You guys are more of a neutral organization now, aren’t you?”
“Neutral for the most part, but we’ll always feel bound to protect the Winter Court.” He waves a hand over his tea and it cools. He sips from the porcelain cup, leaning back to look at you with those inky eyes. “Why are you here.”
“I told you, because-“
“No,” he holds up a hand, cutting you off. “Why are you here?”
An easy question with a complicated answer. You stare at Yoongi mouth opening and closing.
Why are you here?
Because you want to give the High Court it’s power back.
No.
Because you had spent your entire life thinking that your grandmother was the hero of your dreams. She slayed monsters and saved innocent people from dying, all with the wit of her mind and the tip of her sword. She fought against evil kings and broke the rules because someone had to do it, someone had to step up.
Grandmother was like that for you as you grew up, too. She always stepped up when your mother refused to talk about fantasy stories or read you children’s book with magic. Grandmother helped mom take care of you when she was busy making an empire – doing anything to free herself from needing help from her mother.
Grandmother was there when dad passed away, letting your mom scream and yell at her and tell her over and over again that it was her fault. Something you still don’t understand.
Your entire life, you knew she was good. And brave and strong.
Then you came to Faerie, the root of her stories, of her heroics. Only to find that she was hated, looked down on and scolded for her choices. Everyone looked at you and saw your grandmother. Looks just like her. No doubt, that is Yvaine’s heir.
Because your grandmother is a clever little witch.
You’ve stolen the power of the High Court and quite frankly, your grandmother was not quite loved by this court.
You’re ill-received because Yvaine went on her little hero campaign without consulting any of the courts and without care and without considering that the consequences in the future might be worse than the consequences of delayed processes among the courts.
Everyone looked at you and saw the mistakes of the one person you held higher than everyone else and you had no idea how to reconcile that. Was it not your job to make good on her mistakes? Was it not the penance for her actions, for her blood and heir to fix what was broken?
It felt like fate had brought you here to reconcile yourself with the hero you dreamed of and the woman she was. She was not perfect – she had faults like any other living creature – and though her intentions had been pure, she had made choices that led you here, sitting with Yoongi and trying to fix what she had done.
Because it felt like your burden now. And there was no way to return home knowing that she had done something that was causing insurmountable loss.
“It would certainly be prophetic for you to fix the High Tree,” Yoongi acknowledges. You don’t realize that you’ve spoken your despair and burdens outload. You look up at him with tear-stained eyes. “Yvaine was not a terrible person and she perhaps, does not deserve the contrition you have felt by other members of her court.”
You wipe tears from your eyes. “However, fae are immortal beings and have hundreds of years to gnaw on their hatred for someone or their opinions. It takes far longer for them to change their minds about something. In another hundred years, they may be singing her praises.”
“That’s stupid.”
He smirks. “Perhaps so. I appreciate what you’re trying to do to right your grandmother’s wrongs. But try not to think so harshly on her actions. Guilt and regret that do not belong to us rot the soul. It is how you humans birth generational trauma.”
“How do you know about humans?”
“I’m the captain of the Nightingales. It’s my job to know about the realms.”
You nod. “Can I ask you something?”
“I surely couldn’t stop you.”
“Why are you so afraid of this ring?”
A shadow drifts over his face. “I’m not so afraid of the ring. The ring is empty – that power has bound itself to you now. The ring can be removed, the power cannot.” He licks his lips and leans forward, showing you his hand where a similar ring flashes. “These rings act as leaches. They are enchanted to pull from a power source. When I made one for your grandmother, I made one under the guise that she was looking to pull power from one of the thousands of ancient artifacts in this world. These rings were not uncommon once upon a time. They store magic until it is unbound.”
“So it had King Malik’s powers until I put it on and they transferred to me.”
“Precisely. But to steal another faerie’s magic with these rings is the highest perversion of this creation that I can imagine, and for that, I cannot forgive her. It is like stealing a person’s soul, because the soul and your magic are linked.”
“Is that why you won’t take the power back from me?” You ask gently. “Because it might damage my soul?”
“Yes. And a faerie without a soul is exactly what happens when the others take over your body.” Yoongi leans back. “Jimin told me one of them right to possess you.”
“Yes. It was the most painful thing I have ever experienced.”
“Because it was trying to rip your soul out and take its place. What you want me to do – and don’t lie to me, I can see it in your eyes – is to pull that magic from you and risk shattering what makes you. It’s called reaping, because it almost always ends in death or a shattered mind.”
Something occurs to you. “My grandmother… she reaped Jimin’s power as well.”
“Yes.”
“She… she almost shattered his soul? How has he not killed me?”
Yoongi’s smile is soft. “The reasons of the heart are often tangled and complicated. Perhaps you should speak to Jimin about the effects of ripping out magic. I don’t believe he is so keen to continue with your plans, now.”
“I don’t care what we wants. If there is a chance I can give him the High Court power and close the gate, we have to do it.”
Yoongi wavers. “Talk to Jimin about how it feels. If you still want to do it afterward… I will help you – but only if it’s you who wants to do it.”
You sigh, leaning back and staring at the ceiling. Yoongi laughs, like an elder amused by something the younger generation has done. You’re not so scared of him anymore, even though he doesn’t answer your questions directly, like Khione being a royal and Khione being something else like the Callieach.
Yoongi seems more protective over her than anything else.
Khione enters the room behind you – you can feel her presence, the darkness and something else pressing up against you like an invisible barrier as she ghosts through the room toward Yoongi. You don’t see her but you see him.
Yoongi straightens, looking past you to her and he smiles – gummy and blinding, eyes crinkling with affection at the corner. His eyes that have remained so dark and bottomless sparkle now, as though there are a million constellations scattered across their sky.
Yoongi looks at Khione with unchecked affection, a devotion that is so raw you have to look away. You see her walk by him, running her hands softly through his hair. “Hello, enaid.”
That word makes you look up. They’re not looking at you. Khione is smiling down at him as Yoongi murmurs something to her, his face tilted up like he is basking in the sun that she brings him. It’s a tender moment, but your heart is roaring in your ears.
That name. The word. Spoke by Khione to Yoongi in a soft croon, drawing the softest gaze from him.
As delicately as you can, you excuse yourself from the room. Yoongi thanks you for the talk, but his attention is back on the woman that he so obviously loves.
Outside the library, you shut the door, heart pounding. Each beat says that word, two syllables punctuated by the pumping of your heart.
En-aid. En-aid. En-aid.
-
Once upon a time, there was a maiden who was born of night and had stars in her hair. She was not born with a crown, but she stole one from an evil king.
But this story is not about how she stole the power from the evil king. This story is how she fell in love with the prince who smelled like summer rain and warmed her very soul. About how she found that every soul has a match, two stars in the sky meant to shine together.
The maiden found her star, the prince of summer and they fell in love because they were meant for one another. He made her feel loved when her family did not, and he spoke in sweet whispers and promised to give her the world.
When Faerie was dark and hiding from evil, the prince of summer helped the maiden save the world. Two stars adrift in space, not favored by their families, they decided to run away together and grow old, their magic fading with time but their love stronger than ever.
Once upon a time, there was a maiden who was born of night and had stars in here hair, and though she thought she would never find love, she found her soul mate.
The story of how your grandparents met rattles through you as you storm through the dark halls of the Nightingales. You don’t know where you’re going, but you can feel Jimin. Just like you had the moment you met him in the attic, just like you had throughout your entire journey with him.
A string tying you together, pulling you along.
Thoughts race in your mind. Flashes of Khione affectionately calling Yoongi by that name – by that word. A word that has always rattled your soul when said to you by Jimin. It had no effect when Khione said it, but the way you shiver, thinking of the feeling when Jimin says it is not a coincidence.
The way Jimin refuses to tell you the meaning.
The way Jimin kissed you like his life depended on it.
The way Jimin kept you alive even though the easiest method would be to kill you.
Jimin had proven that he could be deceitful and his methods could be cruel when it suited him. He had told you time and time again on your first days in Faerie that his methods were cruel, but they were a part of who he was. He would always serve the interest of his people his way.
Wouldn’t the best way to do that be to rip the magic from your body, no matter what happened to your soul?
There was little doubt that if this were another person, that Jimin would do just that. You don’t know why you know this, you just do and that makes everything worse. This feeling of instinctual understanding, some sort of unexplainable but fundamental understanding of Jimin.
You find him in the room assigned to him. You don’t bother knocking, you enter the room with a vengeance, your anger sweeping behind you like a cape. Jimin senses this, standing up and looking you up and down warily, tensed for a fight.
“Tell me what it means.”
Jimin remains motionless. “Why do you want to know so badly?”
“Because I want to hear you say it. If you can’t say it, then what is the point?”
“The point of what?”
You ball your fists. “Don’t play coy with me!” You scream at him. Your voice echoes along the stone walls of the room and Jimin flinches. You don’t know that you’ve ever seen him flinch, the motion making you pause. “Tell me,” you beg him. “What it means? Why do you call me that? Why do you care for me one moment and you’re distant the next? Why did you kiss me? Touch me? Tell me.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Why?”
“Faeries cannot lie. This truth will not set you free.”
“Why do you want to lie to me? Why why why? Why Jimin?”
“Because it is cruel!” Jimin shouts at you. His eyes are a dark shade of green, the shadow of a forest. “Because you make you my mate is the unkindest of fates. Because I wish I could hate you the way I hated your grandmother for almost killing me without thinking a moment of it. Because to save my people, I need to rip that magic from you. Because you are mortal and I am not. Because you know nothing of this world. Because you and I are a terrible match and yet fate demands it. I don’t want this - you do not want this.”
There it is again. That word: mate. Taehyung called Jimin your mate in the tent in the Day Court. It is a word you’ve heard in your reading about faeries, about how every faerie soul is born with a matching one. A true mate, someone they can love and understand without boundaries.
And Jimin does not want to be yours. You can see it in the way his vision carries thunder. His fists curled. The rigidity of his jaw. Fate has given him you and he does not want it. Does not want the heir to a woman who would sacrifice him. Someone who cannot live as long as he can. Someone who is standing in the way of saving his court.
It hurts.
Like a physical pain, a knife whittling into your chest as it begins to carve carve carve.
Carve your heart out. Because Jimin may be nice out of an instinctual – no a divine – need to protect you and to care for you, but it isn’t real. He only helps you because the stars or Maker or whatever it is they believe in have paired the two of you. But it isn’t real and Jimin doesn’t want you.
“I will tell Yoongi to prepare.” Your voice is foreign, unaffected. You are vacantly proud of yourself for remaining unaffected. “The worst scenario is that I die. But you get your magic back, and you’re unbound from me.”
“Is that what you think I want?”
“How can I know what you want when you covet every desire you have?”
“I don’t want you to die.”
“Which part of you is saying that?” You demand. “The unwilling soulmate or the prince of his people?”
“Unwilling soulmate? There is no such thing as-“
“I get it,” you cut him off. Your voice wavers now and you hate it. “Who would want to be mates with me? My grandmother did terrible things to you, I’m a human who is despised here, and you did not choose me. I get it, you don’t love me, but you could have told me.”
“You are not listening to me.” Jimin steps toward you and you back up, making him pause. “It is not that I do want you, Enaid. It is that I do not want me for you. I have no court because Hoseok spoke true, I have no friends. I find it difficult to give myself freely to others. I am of this world of cruelty and deception and you have a life, a home, a family and friends that will be there for you when you get back. How could I, someone who is undeserving of such an honor to be your mate, tell you what you mean to me, as my enaid, my soul mate, my fated heart, when all I want for you is happiness and to return to your home?”
Jimin looks at you in a way that makes you cry then. He is pleading, and the pain in his face is evident now. He says the words freely, each one of them direct. Faeries cannot lie, and you realize that it’s not you Jimin despises. It is himself.
Jimin is a product of his environment.
A bastard son split between courts.
Jimin is a product of his environment.
The son to a mad king and a queen who is dead.
Jimin is a product of his environment.
A sacrificial lamb to Yvaine’s plan.
Jimin is a product of his environment.
Alone. An heir to a throne he cannot have. Serving a court that does not want him. Brother to a king that is not bound by blood.
“Is that not the love of soulmates?” Jimin whispers. “To want your happiness more than my own? To hide the truth from you in hopes that you never hear it, never feel bound to a place you do not want, to a faerie you do not need? I did not hide this from you to be cruel and hateful. I hid my truth from you because I cannot bear binding you to a world that could not make you happy.”
“Do you love me?”
“I know little of love, but I know that I care about you and that I want you to be happy, that I will not let you give up that magic if it means risking your life.” He crosses the space toward you. This time, you let him. He lifts a hand, cradling your cheek, green eyes swimming with unshed tears. “I know that I am afraid when you are in danger, and that despite you being an annoying brat, I am fond of the fire inside here.” His hand drifts from your cheek to your chest, flat against your tunic. You wonder if he can feel your heart racing, feel the pounding in your rib cage at his confession.
“I do not know if that is love,” Jimin admits softly. “But I know that I will do all to protect you. Even if it means doing things you believe are unkind.”
“I don’t think you are unkind.” You grip his wrist softly, holding it to your hand. A warm, lush feeling rolls through you. Jimin’s hand is trembling at he watches you. Bravery surges through you. “I think,” you say slowly. “That it is easier for you to hide behind wrongs to protect people you care about, because the methods of saving them are unsavory.”
He laughs. “You’ve got me figured out, huh?”
“And I think,” you continue. “That I knew what enaid meant, and that I wanted you to say it because I was afraid that I was losing my mind. Afraid that I was a stupid little human girl, who doesn’t know what she is doing and who was having her heart stolen by a faerie.”
Jimin clutches your tunic and pulls you closer. “Is that not what happened?” His voice is like silk and your eyes flutter, warmth spreading through you. Your heart is screaming for him. Yes yes yes yes yes yes. “Am I not the evil prince in this story?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Are you sure?”
His lips are almost touching yours. You smell orange blossom and night, feel the soft touch of his rough hand, twisting in your shirt. Your grip presses on the bones of his wrist, desperate to keep him there. To keep his touch. “I don’t think you are nearly as evil as you or I thought.”
“Tell me to go away. Tell me to leave. For if I don’t let you go, it will be evil of me indeed.”
“Then perhaps it is evil of me to ask you to stay. For if I let you keep me, it will be evil of me indeed.”
You fall forward as Jimin yanks you to him. He crushes your lips to his and everything you’ve ever thought about vanishes. Every fear, every anxiety, every doubt is erased with the fire of his mouth on yours, the burning sensation as he pulls you to his chest, hands going around your hips and digging into your flesh.
You kiss Jimin back, mouth folded against his, eyes closed and arms wended around his neck. He smells like everything you’ve ever dreamed of, he feels like the soft pages you write your stories on, tastes like the warm sweetness of a tangerine.
Jimin’s lips are hungry for you, parting briefly to smile and find your mouth again. He bends slightly, hands sliding to the back of your thighs. You know what he wants, just like you know that Jimin is being open and honest now, is acting on something he purely desires. You jump into his grasp, only breaking the kiss to look down at him as he carries you.
Your hair makes a curtain, hand cradled against his jaw. He looks up at you and there are millions of stars in his eyes. It’s like when Yoongi looked at Khione but this time, it’s Jimin looking at you. His gaze makes you tremble.
Gently, Jimin lays you on the bed. Your hair fans out around you on the sheets. Jimin crawls over you, but his lips don’t go back to yours. He kisses your collarbone, pillowy lips leaving invisible stains of want and desire. You gasp underneath his exploration.
This is different than the night in the tent. He doesn’t eat at you, doesn’t try to devour you. He is gentle, worshiping your skin as he kisses up your neck and to your jaw, his hands slowly tracing up your curves.
You get impatient, grabbing his jaw and bringing his mouth back to yours. You feel him smile as you suck his bottom lip into your mouth, tongue brushing against it. He makes the softness noise, eliciting a breathy laugh from you.
Jimin pulls away from a moment. One hand balances him over you, the other tracing your jaw with light fingers. “You have to tell me what you want,” he whispers. “I only want what you want. But if you want me – truly – I don’t know how to let you go home without me. I don’t know how to live apart from you, if you will have me.”
“Can we figure that out later? I do want you – I’m afraid of how much that I do.”
“Don’t be,” he promises, leaning down to capture your mouth in his. You arch up into him. He parts gently. “As long as you want me, you will never be without me.”
Sweet kisses fill the space between you. Jimin pulls at your tunic, tossing it further onto the bed. This time, you pull his clothes with yours, wanting this to be about you both, not just you. Jimin’s skin is a marvel under your hands, warm and tan. There is strength in every ounce of him, a warrior undoubted but he melts under your touch, abs jumping as you skim up to his chest, fingers tracing the contours.
Jimin’s touch is awed, fingers feeling the curves and dips of your body as his mouth descends. You feel a whip of fire crack through you as his wet mouth takes a nipple in his mouth, tongue sweeping over the peek. You gasp, pushing your chest toward him. He hums, making you writhe.
It feels so good. Everywhere he touches you there’s a fire. His teeth pull at your nipple, eliciting a deep moan. He smirks as he looks up at you with those dark, siren-eyes. His tongue snakes out between his teeth as he grins, flicking the other nipple experimentally. You moan again, more at the carnal vision that is Jimin than the feeling.
“I love the way you sound,” he whispers, kissing the valley of your breasts, the top of your chest. He leaves no skin unmarked. “So beautiful, the only music I could listen to for eons.”
“Kiss me.”
“Anything you ask.”
Jimin kisses you again as you both work off your pants, tangled limbs and shaking fingers. He breaks to kick the trousers off his ankles, giving you a view of his cock and oh my god. There is no part of Jimin not perfection, no part blemished. His cock is proud and weeping with precum, swollen tip flushed.
He settles next to your legs hands tracing your calves and prying you open. Your hand snakes up to him, curious and exploratory. You wrap your hand around his velvety shaft, making Jimin drop his head and moan. It is the sweetest sound and you want more of it. Slowly, you swipe your thumb over the crown of his cock, spreading the arousal to make your leisurely pumps glide smoothly.
Jimin’s breath is unsteady, his entire frame rattling as he closes his eyes. He grips your thigh as you stroke him, watching every single reaction. His skin is growing flushed and his hips twitch forward. You are entranced, squeezing experimentally and drawing a beautiful, deep moan from him.
“Fuck,” he pants. His hand shoots to your wrist, holding your hand still as his cock throbs in your hands. “I will cum if you keep doing that. You have got hands fashioned to touch me, Enaid.”
“I want to make you feel good.”
“You are,” he promises. “But when I cum,” he drawls, hand swiping between your leg and making you gasp. “I want it to be in your pussy.”
You whine as Jimin snickers, fingers brushing up and down gently, gathering your juices and circling your clit. You twitch under his hold, hand dropping from his cock to fist the sheets. The pads of his fingers generate amazing friction, your eyes shutting and head rolling to the side as you focus on the feeling of his fingers.
They circle your clenching hole, dipping enough to stretch you but not split you open. You make a high-pitched keen, smacking the bed angrily as you open your eyes to glare at him. “Why are you teasing me?”
Jimin’s eyes are dangerous as he grins. “I’m not. But I need to stretch you a bit. Wanna make sure you can take me.”
You don’t reply as he shuffles, leaning down and claiming your mouth in a lazy kiss, tongues dancing as Jimin slowly sinks a finger into you. You nearly purr, moaning into his mouth as he drinks you in, slowly thrusting his finger, setting a smooth pace that has you shaking with pleasure.
It feels so good. You cannot recall the last time you felt this good. Your skin is sticky with sweat as you pant between kisses, which has devolved to tongues and teeth. Jimin finds that sweet spot inside of you, stroking it and earning a loud gasp from you. You through your head forward, bumping heads as he laughs.
“Yeah?” he asks, half-lidded eyes looking down at you. He looks dazed just from fucking you with his fingers. You nod, squirming under him. He slows and presses another finger to you, waiting. “More?”
“Please.”
Jimin silences your moan with his mouth, swallowing it whole.
You feel that familiar tingle of your orgasm coming. Your heels dig into the mattress, your toes curling. You pant through it, feeling the coil in your stomach wind up. Jimin can sense it, driving his fingers faster, making wet, sloppy noises between your legs as he fastens his mouth to your neck, nibbling.
“Come on,” he pants. “Cum for me. Make it nice and wet so I can fuck you.”
“Jimin,” you gasp, head thrown back. “Please please please.”
Jimin sucks on a soft spot on your neck and you see stars. You cum around him, gasping hard and clutching his shoulders. You can feel him chuck against your skin, but it isn’t a malicious laugh. You can feel how effected he is by you, the way he is enthralled with drawing sounds and pleas from you.
Your orgasm slowly fades as he shuffles himself between your legs, picking you up by the thighs so that the back of them rests against him as he kneels. He leans down again, nearly bending you in half as he steals a kiss.
“Still want me?”
You look at him, stars in your eyes. “If you want me.”
“I will always want you.”
“Okay.” You kiss him. “Then I want you.”
His smile glows like all of the constellations in the sky.
You feel the tip of his cock push at your hole, making a wanton noise slip from you. He smirks at you before he drops his head to look at where he pushes into you, moaning at the side of his cock slowly sinking into your warmth.
It’s a tight fit but it burns so good. The ache there settles, melting into something better, something warm. You sigh in relief, like a puzzle piece drifting into place finally. Your hips are angle upward and he grabs a pillow, sliding it under you for support. Jimin is pink and flushed, shaking as he grabs your hips and slowly starts to pump into you, powerful thighs flexing.
“It feels so good,” you whisper, voice barely rustling the room. “It feels so good, Jimin.”
“Fuck, you feel divine, baby.” You’re giddy at the new nickname.
Jimin’s cock strokes you slowly, his hands firm on your hips. Your hands travel to his thigs, running aroud nails down the smooth skin. It pulls a deep noise from him and you do it again as Jimin speeds up a little, shifting himself so that you’re pulled just the slightest bit up and holy shit.
Every brush of the tip of his cock hits your g-spot before it kisses your service, making you squeal. He grins, knowing what he’s found and he does it again and again and again. You can’t keep your eyes open, world spinning as Jimin completely takes over your pleasure, driving you to the edge of insanity with every stroke.
You reach for Jimin. You don’t have to tell him that you want to be closer. He knows. He shifts, leaning over you and pressing your chests together. You love the way he feels against you, legs wrapping around his narrow waist and arms around his neck as he presses his forehead against you, rolling his hips.
Jimin’s breath is on your lips, nose brushing against yours. “You are mine,” Jimin growls. “That is what enaid means to me. It means you are everything, my soul, a call that I will always answer. I will always choose you, I will make it my life’s goal to do what you want. Even if it isn’t me. Even if this isn’t enough.”
When he says the words, you feel it. Stronger than before. That word awakens something in you and you feel it unfold, like you’re rattling the stars. You glow – literally. A light hums on your skin, surprising you both. Jimin’s eyes glitter as you light up, filled with him, filled with understanding what it is to be tied to someone. To want their own happiness.
Jimin will die for you and you know it.
“I think,” he pants. “You’ve tapped into the High Court power.”
And you have. Because your fear of Jimin is no longer there. Your fear of what it means to have it is gone. Your fear of Faerie and of this world that you don’t yet understand completely no longer exists.
“Shut up,” you huff, laughter between you. “You’re such a- ohhh.”
“Such a what, hmm?” Jimin’s thumb circles your clips as you go mute beneath him. “Always have a mouth until I’m touching you, huh?”
You nod as your orgasm approaches again. Jimin fucks you faster, thumb firm on your clit. The slide of your bodies heats you up, the air between you filled with panting and cursing.
A swell of music comes to you like a memory. String instruments singing in the night, painting a picture with their melody.
A kiss as soft as a butterfly wing – Jimin’s lips.
Rough hands like silk against your skin – Jimin’s hands.
The smell of orange blossom – Jimin’s skin.
A deep wanting worse than anything you’ve ever felt, finally fulfilled.
The color green – Jimin’s eyes.
A voile like silky wine – Jimin’s voice.
An ache so powerful that you’re gasping, finally relieved.
A silver tree taller than any you’ve ever seen before.
Two moons in the sky, circling one another in a dance – you and Jimin.
Your orgasm snaps suddenly. You scream Jimin’s name as the rush of a thousand waves breaks through you. You feel every muscle tightened, clenching down on Jimin as it washes over you. You say Jimin’s name over and over like a prayer answered.
Finally, you know what the music was telling you. Finally, you understand the song of your soulmate, and you can hear the words that he has been singing all the while.
Jimin cums as you clench around him, the same word leaving his lips. Enaid. My Enaid.
The word still sends a rush through you, stronger now that you know what it means. Stronger now that you’re brave enough to listen to when Jimin’s soul speaks to yours.
Eventually, Jimin collapses next to you. You don’t waste a second, pulling him to you, curling into his side. For all that you don’t know about Jimin and this magical world, you know that Jimin is yours. You know that his soul reflects yours – the ugly parts and the beautiful – and that if nothing else in the world is true, that at least Jimin caring about you is.
You have another half. You have someone who understands.
“Thank you,” Jimin murmurs.
“For what?”
He kisses your forehead, sweet as midnight rain. “I’m not alone anymore.”
-
Stepping around the shadows, you pull the cloak closer to you. It is freezing in the Citadel at night. The warmth of Jimin’s bed and skin has left you as you try to retrace your steps. You follow the orange fae light, wishing they believed in torches that you could warm your hands on.
You’re dressed in Jimin’s tunic, you’re pretty sure – it smells heavily of orange blossom and just… Jimin. It makes you smile, but the smile also brings pain, because you know you’re going to hurt him. But what he said about wanting to do what is right by your soulmate is true.
You want to do right by Jimin. But you’re going to hurt him. You know it will.
I’m not alone anymore.
You try not to think about those words as you step into the library. Yoongi is at a desk, looking over a scroll. He looks up as you enter the room, wavering in the doorway. Khione and the white Fenris are nowhere around, but there is an even larger, black Fenris at Yoongi’s feet.
“Don’t mind him,” Yoongi says, sensing your fear of the creature. “Hodr is a bigger baby than Skadi is.”
“Your wolves are terrifying.”
He smiles. “What brings you here?”
“I want to do it.” He says nothing to your curt response, so you push forward before you can backout, before you can think of the way Jimin played with your hair until he fell asleep. Before you can think of the way that the moon seems to glow in his skin, even when he is in the darkness.
I’m not alone anymore.
You shove down the words. Ignore them. Hide from them.
“I want you to do the reaping.”
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