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upat4amwiththemoon · 11 hours

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Hey I’m sorry to bother, but can you do a Tony x teen reader? Platonic or familial obviously, but like where the reader isn’t smart academically and she’s constantly doing bad on tests and Tony comforting her? It’s fine if not thank you for your time either way :)

Academic validation

Summary: Tests aren’t the only thing that determine children’s intelligence.

Pairing: Tony Stark x teen!reader, Avengers x teen!reader

Warnings: I have no understanding of American education system

Word count: 870

a/n: I need that academic validation

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

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The huge encircled D on Y/N’s physics exam is the only thing on her mind as she walks towards the Avenger’s tower.

There’s a permanent frown on her face. She really studied for this test, she even got Tony to quiz her, but clearly that didn’t help. He’s going to be so disappointed in her.

Y/N walks into the tower, giving the security guard in the lobby a small wave before going into the elevator. She holds onto her backpack’s straps tightly as she waits for the elevator to stop on the common floor. She hopes Tony won’t be in there.

The elevator doors opens and Y/N gets out of it. Her steps are slow and quiet, she doesn’t want to announce her arrival to anyone. A shaky sigh leaves her mouth when she hears people talking in the common room.

She tries to walk past everyone, quickly but quietly, but it’s not very easy to sneak past Avengers. “Hey, kid!” Sam exclaims, waving her over to the small group hanging out on the couches.

Y/N lets out a breath, putting on a smile as she makes her way over to them. “Hi, guys.” Her eyes move over everyone. No Tony, that makes her relax just a bit. “What are you doing?”

Natasha’s arm is is laying on the couch’s back rest, her fingers gently rubbing Wanda’s shoulder, as she gives Y/N a cheeky look. “Wanda got offended when Sam said Fuller House is better than Full House, so she is making us watch Full House.”

Wanda pushes Natasha’s side, glaring at her before turning to Y/N. “No one in their right mind thinks a sequel of an iconic show is better than the show itself.” At the end of the sentence, she glares at Sam too, who raises his hands in mock surrender.

“Okay.” Y/N giggles with a shake of her head. At times she thinks of herself more mature than the adults.

“Want to join us, honey?”

“Uh,” she bites her lip, “no, I can’t sorry.” She has decided to beg her teacher for a retake of the test to get a more respectable grade to show Tony.

“Okay, but don’t think you’re getting away from watching Full House with me.” Wanda grins.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Y/N waves at the trio and makes her way to her room.

In her room, she takes out the physics exam and looks it through over and over again, until she has fully memorized which parts she did wrong. It takes two hours. Two hours, which Y/N didn’t notice going by.

A knock on her door makes her jump. Her wide eyes glance at the clock, grumbling when she notices it’s over dinner time.

“It’s open!”

Tony walks inside the room, a small grin on his face and a plate of food on his hand. “I know everyone says we’re too alike, but please don’t take up on my habit of missing meals.” He sets the plate down on her desk. “It’s a bad habit, kiddo.”

“I won’t.” Y/N lets out an airy laugh, setting the test paper on the desk and pulling the plate in front of her.

“That your physics test?” Tony grabs the sheet of paper before Y/N is able to hide it.

“No!”

“What?” Tony glances at her with a frown. His eyes skim over both sides of the paper.

Y/N bites the inside of her cheek, her gaze going straight to the floor as she feels disappointment seeping into her body. “I did badly.” She mumbles, waiting for Tony’s criticism.

“So?” Tony sets the test back down. “Do you know how bad I did in school? I’m still absolutely brilliant.” He sits on her bed.

“Yeah.. but you’re great at physics, and math, and all that important stuff.”

“Sure.” Tony nods. “But this is only one test,” he taps the paper, “and you’re so great at so many things. You get As on history and English, you have a great eye for design, you have impeccable people skills, even though you hate most of them.” He laughs. “One physics exam doesn’t mean shit.”

Y/N looks at Tony, a small frown on her face. “But I want to be like you.”

“Kiddo, no one is going to be like me, not should they try to be like me.” Tony pats Y/N’s knee. “Is physics your passion?”

“I don’t know what my passion is.”

“Well, when you find your passion, I will be the one to hire you to work in a job that you love. Because no child living under my roof will work a day in their life in a job they despise. Yes, I will always encourage you to do your best at tests, but I’ll be proud of you no matter how well or bad you do in them.”

Sniffling, Y/N lunges to hug Tony. He embraces her right back, holding onto her tightly as long as she needs to be held, because even though he doesn’t love physical touch, he refuses to be the first one to pull away when a kid he considers his needs comfort.

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8mitsurikanroji8 · 11 months

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𝒦𝓃𝓎 𝒞𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈

ɪɴꜰᴏ : ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɴʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼

𝘛𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰. 𝘡𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘶. 𝘐𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘦. 𝘔𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘰 . 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪 . 𝘖𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘪 . 𝘎𝘪𝘺𝘶 . 𝘒𝘺𝘰𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘰 . 𝘔𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘪. 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘶.

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𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 ⋆˙⟡♡

. Not obvious at all ?

. He’s a sweatheart to everyone he meets ahem Tanjiro effect?

. Blushes whenever you get close ><

. Would offer moments with you

. “Y/n want to eat together ?” “Y/n want to train together?” “Y/n want to take a stroll” etc

. You think nothing of it but for him his heart beats fast and is comforted by these actions

. Doesn’t realize he has a crush on you

. Just thinks you have an amazing personality that draws him in

. It’s just that, right ?

. He finally gets the hint when you guys were alone on a stroll catching the sunset. He caught himself staring at you while smiling as you stood and watched the sun fall, painting the sky orange

. His face goes RED when he realizes ><

. He turns away trying to calm himself down

. You notice, concerned, you take your hand and put it on his face thinking he has a fever

. Faces is literally fire

. Other than that you don’t really realize his feelings for you as he seems to be the same. Only asking for more time with you and more blushing but your mind waves it off

. Little do you know he stares at you while your mind is adrift thinking

. His heart beats fast and his eyes soften

. Yep. He likes you.

𝐙𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮 ⋆˙⟡♡

. Now this one you KNOW [ Sorta ]

. I mean he ask you to marry him only 2 minutes in meeting for the first time

. “YOURE THE PRETTIEST GIRL I HAVE EVER MET. PLEASE MARRY ME!”

. You are dumbfounded with his open admiration

. A little flatter? Yes. Caught off guard ? 100%

. Soon within getting to know him you learn of his lovely dovey personality

. Realizing he is like this with every girl you push aside his comments of marriage and admiration

. I mean he would say that to any one, right ?

. Wrong [ also right tho >< ]

. He would say this to almost every girl he’s met

. But after you ? Oh honey

. You don’t realize how he’s actually fallen for you. Deeply

. Follows you around like a duck

. Someone criticize you [ Even if it’s just critiquing so you know what to work on ]

. That person will not hear the end of it

. “Y/N IS THE BEST PERSON EVER AND IS THE GREATEST DEMON SLAYER SO YOU SHUT UP!”

. Cringey ? Mhm. Cute ? A little.

. If you use sweet words to him [ You mostly say them to everyone tho ] like “honey” “sweetie” “cutie” “sweetheart”

. What color do you want your wedding bouquet?

. He’s planning it all

𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 ⋆˙⟡♡

. You don’t know and neither does he ._.

.”FIGHT ME RIGHT NOW. LETS SEE WHO WINS!”

. That’s something you will never hear the end of

. He has no idea about what a crush is nor love

. He just thinks you’re a good fighter and wants to fight you whenever he can

. And you just think he’s being his normal weird self :)

. You don’t mind it [ usually ]

. He likes to eat with you

. If you both are heading to a mission and forget to pack yourself food

. He will eat his infront of you and say

. “HAHA IDIOT”

. You roll your eyes ignoring him

. Suddenly his food is being shoved down your throat no comment added

. You better not ask about it

. Your ears won’t be able to handle anymore of his yelling blabber

. But you take his action to heart and enjoy it

. His face is a bit pink

. BUT only because his boar head is warm, right ?

. Sureeee ._.

𝐌𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 ⋆˙⟡♡

. Who are you again ?

. Oh right. The one who gives him the hebegebees

. Jkjkjk

. well

. He’s too lost in the clouds to realize his feelings for you or even realize you’re the only one who’s company doesn’t annoy him or pushes away

. And you don’t realize because his vocabulary is just so grand

. “Mhm” “No” “Yes “I believe so” “What did you say?” “I assume” “Could be” “I have no opinion”

. You tag along him to the point where others know

. “Oh there’s Muichiro. Y/n must be near”

. And vice versa

. He doesn’t realize how close together you guys alway are

. When you’re away on a mission he finds himself with a unfamiliar feelings

. Oh you’re back! Never mind the feeling is gone nothing to worry about !

. You just like his character and enjoy spending time with him

. He won’t realize but he thinks the same

. And more ><

. Both of these are unaware to you and him

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 ⋆˙⟡♡

. Oh boy

. You may be strong both physically and mentally

. You’re enduring both his need to constantly train and his vicious tongue

. You most likely match his adittuide

. Oh he’s got something to say? So do you

. Everyone believes he HATES you

. I mean he does insult you and always wants to fight

. Poor guy doesn’t know what it is he’s feeling

. He didn’t really see romantic love in his childhood

. So he just stuffs those fast heart beat, pink cheeks and fuzzy feeling deep down and try’s to ignore it

. He doesn’t realize but one of the reason he always want to spear with you is because you guys spend close time together

. Also because he’s Sanemi

. And you being you, you don’t mind and take it as another challenge to conquer

𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 ⋆˙⟡♡

. You talk and he doesn’t

. Perfect match <3

. Here goes another damage one !

. His love language is definitely quality time

. You’re eating ? Under [ or up ] a tree? Simply walking around the garden ?

. Oh look there he is too!

. He definitely catches on to his physical and emotional reactions to you

. And you just thinks you guys are the closets of friends !

. You guys always seem to travel together

. Even in your free time you are found with him strolling around a village together

. Some one insults you?

. You’ll just ignore it and move on

. He doesn’t. Pray for that person.

. Kaburamaru seems to have also found a fondness for you

. He may be jealous of that fact

𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 ⋆˙⟡♡

. You don’t know what the others are talking about

. Giyu is lovely to talk to !

. He may be one of your favorite hasira to spend time with ♡

. He’s gentle and kind spoken [ with his little use of words ]

. He pays for your meals no matter how hard you insist and listen to you ramble for hours on end with no sign of annoyence

. Why would the others hate him?

. He’s like this with everyone, right ?

. Oh honey.

. You take these actions as part of his character, while he assume he act this way because of his admiration for you being so nice to him !

. I mean you are one of the few who do talk to him without insult

. It never clicks for him what the feeling really is

. That’s until one day

. [ Shinobu ] “Good evening Tomioka”

. [ Giyu ] “Evening Shinobu”

. [ Shinobu ] “You look as bland and boring as ever. How are you”

. [ Giyu ] *no answer*

. [ Shinobu ] “I must say without your little friend you somehow appear more dull. It is odd to catch a moment with you two apart”

. [ Giyu ] *nothing*

. [ Shinobu ] *Giggles* “It’s almost like you two are in a romantic relationship with how close you are.”

. His heart stops with that comment

. And his brain finally realize the feeling

. I mean he’s never felt this way before ♡

. His eyes trail off and soften, catching Shinobu attention

. [ Shinobu ] *Giggles* “ I was only just kidding. It’s not like someone like Y/n could admire your dull personality”

. Oh. Right.

𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 ⋆˙⟡♡

. “YOU ARE ONE SKILLED SLAYER” “I ADMIRE YOUR TECHNIQUES” “GREAT JOB” “YOU HAVE INCREDIBLE SKILLS” “WONDERFUL WORK”

. He praises you non stop

. I mean who wouldn’t with your talent !

. You take his compliments as a part of his cheerful personality and respect it

. And maybe take a bit of flattery with it ><

. He does too

. He just admires you skill is all

…….

. He offers to dine with you or take you out to eat

. “Y/N WOULD YOU LIKE TO SPEND TIME AND DINE WITH ME!?”

. [ You ] “Oh um, sure okay!”

. “SPLENDID, LETS GET ON OUR WAY!”

. He always ask where you are

. Remembers the small things

. You like that color ? Oh look he just bought you a keychain with it. That’s your favorite food? Guess that’s where you guys are eating tonight

. His acts of romantic feelings fly over both of your guys head

. But not to anybody else

. *Kyojuro and you side by side laughing together*

. [ Slayer 1 ] “Are they together?”

. [ Slayer 2 ] “isn’t it obvious ?”

𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢 ⋆˙⟡♡

. You guys are actually inspectable

. Always together <3

. She loves your company !

. Mitsuri finds everything about you adorable

. From they way you eat to your fighting techniques

. You make her feel safe ♡

. More touchy with you than others [ expect hugs, face pokes and hand holding when she’s around ]

. She definitely realizes her feelings for you

. She is the love hashira after all

. But she doesn’t act on it afraid you won’t feel the same and forever ruin the relationship you guys already have

. She’s oblivious to the shared love you have for one another

. *Mitsuri thoughts* Oh they just see me as a friend

. Mhm okay ._.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐮 ⋆˙⟡♡

. This one is a slow burn

. Every mission with you she seems to oddly enjoy

. Whenever you walk into her estate she feels a warmth

. Her heart flutters whenever you hug her or compliment her

. Your smile makes her smile

. She always watches you [ not in a creepy way >< ]

. She just finds herself drunk on the way your eyes light up

. Once it hits her why she feel this way poor girl try’s to ignore it

. Afraid to allow herself to get too close in this field of work

. But the heart wants what is wants ♡

. You begin to dine after missions together

. Have light conversation when running into each other

. And occasionally meet ups outside of work

. She compliments you often

. Once you start to spend more time together she will accidentally graze her hand over you thigh or your fingers just to see you reaction

. This girl knows what she’s doing

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A/n

ᴀʜʜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ ! ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ !! ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ <3 ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

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ghostie-luvs · 11 months

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Yandere! Jock (part three) <3

Part one ! Part two !!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who kept you in his house for the following days. He couldn’t risk losing you, he finally had you in his arms! Every night he would untie you from the bed only to wrap you up in his arms, caging you into his built body.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who would nuzzle into you and bury his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and blissfully basking in your warmth. Gods, who knew someone could smell so good and be so warm? He’s beginning to wonder how he had even lived without you beforehand.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who coos softly, running his hands through your hair and and kissing your temple every now and then to get you to stop thrashing in his arms. Just enjoy his warmth, won’t you? “you don’t want to see me mad, right, doll face? So stay still.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who smiles as he sees you calm down, and kisses your neck as a reward, multiple times, and only grinning when he sees the pretty little marks that lets everyone know you’re his-even when he knows he won’t let you out of this room, and no one but him will be able to appreciate his marks on you anyway.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who shushes you to sleep as you begin to cry and push him away and he continues cuddling you, muttering how much he loves you-over and over and over. How could he love anyone else? “You love me, right, doll? Say it, say you love me, say it.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who had to leave for school the next day, but of course he fed and kissed you first. His face beams each time you let him feed you and he thinks it’s so cute. He finally leaves but not before untying you because he thinks you’ve been a good doll for him lately. Oh how wrong he is. But you’re still only restricted to his room.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who had no idea anything negative could happen when he left you alone, untied. He would walk to school those days to see the missing posters with your face on it. But you were doing just fine, you were in his care. He’s the only one who can take care of you. And the only one that does it best. You only deserve the best. And that’s him, isn’t it?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who later, was pulled out of class by the principal, with furrowed brows and a frown on his face as he waits in the office. And as he watches two officers enter along with the principal, his face pales. Had they found out? Who had found out? Who sold him out? He didn’t tell anyone, he..he..and then he stops. No..it couldn’t be..she shouldn’t have. His face becomes one of desperation and frustration.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who cried out when he was taken by police, and as they reach the station, he raises his head and his eyes meet yours. The desperation meets his eyes again, “Y/n..you..please don’t do this to me..you love me, don’t you? I love you…!” He cries out to you, desperate for you to say this all was a joke and you loved him. And he sees you lower your head and only scowls.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ “you betrayed me! I thought you loved me, how dare you do this to me!?” He thrashed in the many officers arms now, holding him down as they drag him away.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who eyed you and only frowns, “please..please y/n..I love you..” , and his demeanor changes to one of sadness and love for you, the utter betrayal racking in his body as he watches you get further and further away from him as he was dragged..and he gave up on fighting the officers.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who sat in his cell and felt his jaw clench, gripping his thighs in frustration and running a hand through his hair as many thoughts cross his mind. As the lights shut out, his head hits the metal bed, but not without one more thought leaving him to smile.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ‘Don’t worry, doll…I’ll come back for you..after all, you’re mine, remember ?’

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who said he gave up on fighting for you?

A/n: sorry, anon for the long wait!! But here is part 3 of my jock and I hope you enjoyed <3 As always, reblogs are appreciated as well as constructive criticism. Thank you. <3

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oleander-nin · 5 months

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How do you think the yan turtles would react to the person they like having a crush on someone else?

A/N, not important: Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: Stalking, jealousy, yandere behavior, murder, phone tapping, obstruction of privacy, tampering with messages, dark themes

Words: 1027

Summary: Headcanons of the yandere rottmnt when their love interest has a crush

Tag list: @f1oricide

Michelangelo:

You having this crush puts a crack in his perfect world view of you and him. He’d always thought that because he was obviously the one for you, you’d never stray from his side. Finding out about the person you admire makes him cranky and more clingy, his jealousy growing.

He’s in constant denial of your crush. You’re obviously in love with him, this is just a stupid puppy love that won’t last a week.

Despite hating hearing about it, he’ll be the one who offers to give you advice and such with your crush, constantly talking them down and trying to make you see them in a negative light. He’ll bring up their every fault and make things up to get you to hate them. He just wants you to see how obviously awful they are for you, digging down and trying to get rid of them in your mind.

Hang outs increase tenfold. He’s always wanting you to come over now and spend time with him instead of your friends or your crush. He’ll do everything to win you over, showering you with gifts and compliments. He’ll try to slide in little comments of how good he is with you, hoping to make you love him instead.

He’s much more reluctant to let you leave, always trying to come with reasons for you to stay by his side for as long as possible. He’ll insist on going everywhere with you, following you from the rooftops wherever you go. He’s terrified of your crush or you making a move while he isn’t watching.

If it comes down to it, he’ll visit your crush himself. He’ll threaten them first, but if they don’t back off, he’ll get rid of them. He’s always happy to let you lean on his shoulder while you cry. He can’t wait to comfort you now that they're finally gone.

Donatello:

Absolutely furious at the notion. If he doesn’t kidnap you right off the bat, he’ll immediately start to try and steer you away from them. He’ll dig up dirt and hack their phone to plant evidence of them being awful.

If he’s able to hack into their messages and such, he’ll send you hurtful messages from their accounts to drive a wedge between the two of you. He’s happy to help comfort you after you receive the ‘hate’ from your crush.

Deletes any apologies or meets ups from your phone and your crushes, making sure neither of you could ever make plans or apologize over text.

Starts talking himself up more when around you, stringing in little spiteful comments towards your crush in every conversation. After he makes you small trinkets or fixes your phone, he’ll be smug and compare himself to your crush.

Starts watching you more intently, not even letting up when you’re at school. He’ll text you more during the day so your mind stays on him.

If the crush persists longer than Donnie can handle, he’ll just kill your crush or kidnap you. Maybe even both if your admiration for them is strong enough.

He doesn’t trust you around others anymore, wanting to keep you safe by his side and away from any others that might ‘corrupt your mind’.

Raphael:

Is terrified and very angry.

He’s afraid this possibly dangerous stranger is taking you away from him, his anger towards your crush growing every time their name leaves your mouth or you get the spaced out love look when you think of them.

Your crush quickly becomes enemy number one in his mind. Everything that goes wrong, Raph blames them. You had a bad day? Crush’s fault. You can’t hang out because of homework? Your crush must’ve distracted you in class when you usually finish it. Everything and anything becomes their wrong-doing.

Raph’s the quickest to jump to killing them, his anger building as the delusion that they caused everything wrong in the world grows. He wants to get rid of them as soon as possible, the idea of them alive and in your life boiling his blood. Raph’s self-appointed job is to protect you, and if you’re off with someone who obviously causes you so much pain, the simple solution is to get rid of them.

Raph babies you for a while after he gets rid of your crush, slowly keeping you at the lair more and more before not letting you leave. You’re safer with him, after all. He can’t risk you falling in love with someone other than himself again.

Leonardo:

Tries to play it cool. Leo doesn’t get angry often, but this alone makes him heated. He feels betrayed by you, that your diverting love is a personal attack to him. He doesn’t care that you weren’t in love with him beforehand, you’re his.

He’s upset with you for choosing someone over him. He thought you loved him, even if it wasn’t as much as he loved you.

He becomes a lot more clingy with you, holding you close and trying to spend as much time with you as possible in hopes you’ll forget your crush.

Deletes them from your phone and constantly blocks them whenever he can. He doesn’t want you talking with them, and guilt trips you whenever you blow him off to hang out with your crush or someone else instead.

He’ll grumble about it for days before deciding what to do. He’s getting rid of your crush no matter what, but how he wants to do it depends entirely on how in love with them you are.

Keeps you close to him and pretends to be interested in your crush, wanting to get as much information on the person who won over your affections.

Kidnaps you as soon as he gets rid of your crush. He won’t even wait to wash the blood off his hands before bringing you home and setting you up in his room. He hates sharing your love, and refuses to wait long enough to let them win over your heart even more. You’ll forgive him one day, he’s sure of it, but as long as he has you in his arms he doesn't care.

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jayden-writes · 6 months

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poisoned

pairing: none

main protagonists: Lucifer, Diavolo, gn!Reader

word count: ~3k

genre: hurt/comfort (more hurt than comfort), angst, whump

cw: near death experience (please do tell me if there's something else that needs a cw!)

summary: Not everyone approves of Lord Diavolo's exchange program.

other notes: no name, Y/N or MC used // AO3 // thanks again to @gravedwe11er for helping me so much with this fic!

There was a certain tension in the air during the banquet Lord Diavolo hosted to celebrate the beginning of the exchange program; while everyone smiled politely or at least held carefully neutral expressions on their faces, nothing could hide the blatant disdain in some of their eyes. You tried not to be affected by the stares burning into your back, but it was difficult. It had been a mere week since you’d been transported into the Devildom and you were still adjusting to the new environment. To say that you were struggling would have been an understatement - you were surrounded by immortal and potentially dangerous beings, constantly reminded of your fragility and insignificance in comparison to them. Living in the House of Lamentation with the Avatars of Sin wasn’t without stress either, you were always subjected to their eccentric behaviors and arguments.

An unexpected touch on your shoulder nearly made you yelp, and you bit your tongue to stifle the sound. Heart throbbing in your chest, you turned towards whoever had touched you and tentative relief washed over you when you recognized Asmodeus.

“You look ravishing, darling,” he cooed, linking his arm with yours, “well, not quite as ravishing as me, of course, but that’s to be expected.”

He gracefully led you to the tables, talking about how stunning your outfit was - he had picked it out himself - as he walked, while you stayed silent, too focused on not accidentally tripping over your own feet and embarrassing yourself in front of what was probably the majority of Devildom’s aristocracy. The guests were taking their assigned seats one by one and to your horror, you noticed Asmodeus was deliberately walking you to the seating places of Lucifer, Lord Diavolo, and the Purgatory Hall group - a single free spot was between the two demons.

“No, no no no, you can’t be serious,” you whispered to Asmo, hoping the people around you didn’t have such superior hearing that they would be able to make out your words. “They're all going to stare at me! They already are! Why don’t you sit there in my stead, you want to be in the spotlight, don’t you?”

The Avatar of Lust giggled and pulled the chair out, helping you get seated, then he leaned down to murmur into your ear, “As much as I would like that, you’re supposed to be the star of today’s evening, my dear.”

Giving you a wink, he withdrew and sauntered over to the opposite side of the long table, leaving you stuck amidst the prince and the eldest of the brothers. You could feel Lucifer’s critical gaze on you, however, you refused to look at him, opting to watch the attendees instead, being careful not to establish eye contact with anyone. After just a short moment, Lord Diavolo said your name cheerfully, redirecting your attention to him.

“Ah, I can’t wait to officially introduce you to everybody,” he beamed, and it took all of your willpower not to jump out of your seat and run out.

“Yeah… me neither…” you mumbled, shoulders sagging in defeat.

Lucifer cleared his throat, and you shifted your face towards him before he smoothly remarked, “I’m sure you will do perfectly fine and behave appropriately, won’t you?”

Swallowing hard, you promptly corrected your posture, sitting up straight again. His eyes were piercing through yours until you swiftly averted your gaze, this time letting it settle on the plate and cutlery in front of you. Someone from behind you poured an odd-looking liquid into your glass and you eyed it suspiciously. It didn’t look like any beverage you’ve ever had in your realm, so you assumed it was demonus. Nervously watching the others take their glasses, you decided to follow suit, grasping the fragile object with your shaking hands.

As you watched the cloudy white fluid sloshing around, a jarring, ominous feeling swept over you. Everything inside you screamed to put the drink aside, not to consume it, but you ignored your instinct, attributing it to you simply being hyper-vigilant and nervous. You bit the bullet and brought it to your lips, tilting it back and gulping it down in one go before placing it on the wooden surface. Embarrassment burned on your cheeks once you saw everybody was drinking theirs slowly. Even so, you were unable to dwell on that further once the flavor hit you and you barely managed to avoid grimacing; it was pleasantly sweet at first, though eventually there came a nauseating aftertaste burning in your throat. It made your eyes water and you rapidly blinked, trying to rid yourself of the tears. Out of nowhere, a terrifying thought popped into your head: what if your drink had been poisoned? As abruptly as this notion had crossed your mind, you quickly shook it off when, after a bit, the taste dissipated. Who would be so bold to try to poison you, the prized human exchange student, at an event hosted by Lord Diavolo himself while you were quite literally sitting next to him?

Exhaling a shaky breath, you focused on the prince beside you who started addressing the guests with a speech. You were unable to understand his words; a loud rushing in your ears drowned all the noises out and your pulse was thumping in your throat. Confused by the abrupt onset of physical symptoms of anxiety, you took slow, deep breaths, knowing it would be over sooner or later. You nodded slightly whenever it seemed appropriate based on Lord Diavolo's body language and whatever snippets of sentences you picked up on to look like you were listening. It took a while, but when he was finally done, he smiled at you and you reciprocated, even if you weren’t sure exactly how forced it looked. He stood up along with everyone else, the attendees gradually mingling with each other again. It was obvious what was going to happen now; he would begin introducing you to the various important people of this realm. Anxiously, you rose as well, a wave of heat coursing through your body as you did so, feeling your legs wobble under your weight and your heart rate spiking. Looking around yourself, you noticed that your vision was hazy, yet you could still feel demons staring at you and hear their snickering. Turning back towards Lord Diavolo who was standing in front of you, you attempted to make out what he was saying; your efforts, however, were fruitless.

“Fresh air”, you managed to choke out, “I’ll get some fresh air.”

With that you spun on your heel, leaving the hall and ignoring all the voices surrounding you that were increasing in volume, but remained abstruse and unintelligible to you. All of a sudden, a person blocked your path and you were able to hazily make out red eyes, narrowing dangerously at you. Disregarding their presence completely, you pushed past them, continuing your way out. By the time you were alone, in a quiet hallway, you were wondering how you had been able to walk at all, your knees threatening to buckle at any moment. Still, you moved on, steadying yourself against the walls with one arm. The contrasting silence made you more aware of how noisy the whirring in your ears was, and how ragged your breathing had become as the heat in your body intensified. Head spinning, you stumbled through the hallways, having no idea where you were; you could have been in the castle’s dungeons for all you knew.

Despite the fog in your mind, you began to realize this was not anxiety; it had to be something entirely different. You faintly remembered the drink you had been served earlier - had it been just a few minutes since then or hours? Did someone actually poison you?

Before you could ponder on that question any further, pain exploded in your torso, making you clutch your chest and sending you falling to the ground. Unable to get up or even call for help, you could only clench your teeth while your breaths came in bursts, tears pooling in your eyes. The floor underneath you was blissfully cold as you ended up lying motionless on your side, almost paralyzed by the pain.

After some time, black dress shoes appeared in your view; their wearer quickly knelt next to you, and a gloved hand reached out towards you. When you let out a startled yelp, it temporarily paused in the air, then resumed its movements. The muddled shushing sounds did nothing to ease your fear, and the two fingers pressing against your neck didn’t either. Your pulse was pounding beneath the warm leather of the gloves and you could hear indistinct words, loosely resembling curses. The hand disappeared for a moment before it gently nudged your shoulder, coaxing you into rolling on your back. Someone was hovering over you, but all you could make out was the blurry silhouette of what you assumed must have been a demon. Whether they were here to finish their job or not, you did not know, and you were too weak to defend yourself.

Suddenly, the fingers - now bare - brushed over your face, the touch cool on your heated cheeks. Not able to stop yourself you whined, pushing up into the hand, not caring about the potential intentions they had. Soon, a second hand joined, mirroring the actions of the other, providing you with relief. However, it was short-lived; murmured, unfamiliar words that resonated with power filled your ears, and a strange pulling sensation emanated from the fingers on you. It was as if, somehow, it was reaching into your body, your soul, searching for something. You felt like your insides were being set on fire and it was trying to eat its way out of you, breaching through each and every cell. All you could do was cry out and sob, hot tears scorching your skin. The person wiped away the incessant tears, but they didn’t cease what they were doing, and you were certain that they truly were there to kill you.

Slowly, your vision became less blurred and you were able to make out a vaguely familiar face gazing down at you, red eyes that had glared at you with discontent previously were now a mix of concern and anger.

“… L-Lu… cifer…?” you managed to slur, tongue heavy in your mouth and pain clawing relentlessly at you. The demon you presumed to be Lucifer responded, but you were unable to comprehend even a single word.

“S-stop, please, please m-make it stop,” you pleaded with him while you were gasping for air. He held your gaze as you begged for mercy and the intensity in his demeanor seemed to subside. The grip on your cheeks softened and the overwhelming sensations eased. Your sight and hearing cleared further and eventually, you identified Lucifer to be the one kneeling by your side. Before you could say anything, however, a hand moved from your cheek to your brow, covering your eyes as well.

“Sleep,” was the first thing you were able to hear - and also the last, then you were plunged into darkness.

As you came to, you found yourself lying on a soft surface, slightly propped up, and a light fabric was draped over your body. Gradually, you regained awareness of your surroundings; you could feel the way your clothes were clinging to you, and just how drained you were. Some distance away, there were hushed voices, seemingly arguing with one another, and you could make out a couple of fragmented sentences from one person.

“… all due respect, my lord… warned you… you were naive to… the human… everything at risk… lucky that nothing…”

You blinked your eyes open, taking in the room blearily before your gaze landed on two people - a guilty-looking Lord Diavolo and an angry Lucifer. And as if the latter had a sixth sense, his head immediately snapped towards you and the argument ceased. The men promptly strode over to you, Lucifer sitting on the chair right next to the bed you were resting on, while Lord Diavolo stood in the background, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Lucifer's hand grazed over your forehead, brushing strands of hair that were sticking to the skin aside, feeling the lingering heat radiating off you. His fingers then went to your neck, checking your pulse once more. It was eerily silent as he attentively assessed your condition, and you felt awfully tired. Your body was aching; all you wanted was to return to blissful unconsciousness. But as soon as you closed your eyes, fingertips tapped insistently on your cheek until you opened them again with a groan.

“You must stay awake for now,” Lucifer asserted firmly. “Tell me, how are you feeling?”

“I'm alive,” you muttered hoarsely. He let out a long-suffering sigh at that while Lord Diavolo tensed up even more.

“Evidently, you are well enough to joke around. I suppose that is a good sign. Nevertheless - and I can not overemphasize this - you did nearly die. Consider yourself lucky that I found you when I did. A few minutes later and you would have succumbed to the poison.”

Reclining in the chair, he crossed his arms in front of his chest and fixed you with an appraising gaze. You attempted to sit up, but the pain shooting through you and Lucifer’s scowl made you lie back down. Finally, Lord Diavolo stepped closer to you and you observed his strained expression; you had never seen him like that before, and you almost felt bad about getting poisoned at his banquet.

“I’m terribly sorry that this has happened. Please accept my sincerest apologies and the assurance that nothing of this sort will ever occur again,” his voice sounded subdued and quiet.

“It’s not your fault, Lord Diavolo, you couldn’t have known.”

“He did know. I warned him that this could happen and yet, he refused to listen to me”, Lucifer huffed.

“Maybe because you always assume that the worst will happen, and then it never does. Well, this time it did, but-”

“I beg your pardon?” he halted your thoughtless retort with an indignant glare, making you shut up instantly. “As you should have noticed by now, not assuming that the worst could happen at all times is what will get you killed in the Devildom. I am merely trying to keep you alive, although you seem all but keen on seeking your death here with the amount of trouble you have managed to find yourself in since your arrival.”

Lucifer shook his head and sighed heavily before standing up.

“I have matters to attend to. Namely, finding the culprit”, he stated calmly as he walked towards the door. “Lord Diavolo, we will continue our conversation at a later time.”

With the Avatar of Pride out of the room, Lord Diavolo took the seat. His eyes were everywhere but on you while he was wringing his hands.

“Lord Dia-” you began, only to be interrupted by him.

“No. Please, just call me Diavolo,” he uttered, now looking at you. “I’ve put you in grievous danger because I believed no one would dare harm you on the castle’s premises. It was foolish of me to think that, and I must apologize for the distress I inadvertently caused you.”

“But you didn’t mean to, Diavolo. I’m not mad at you,” you explained and you tried sitting up again to be more at eye level with him. He quickly steadied you and helped you lean against the headboard. Pained whimpers bubbled in your throat and you clenched your jaw to suppress them as you shifted your position - you didn't want to make him feel even worse. However, it didn’t escape his notice and he sat on the edge of the bed, keeping a hold of your upper arms. His touch was cautious, as if he was scared of hurting you further. The prince looked at you for a moment before he moved his hands to your shoulders, his thumbs lightly stroking over them in a comforting manner.

“Seeing you like that… unconscious, barely holding onto life while Lucifer brought you back from the brink…” Diavolo finally said, his voice cracking.“It made me realize how frail you truly are. And… that I wish to get to know you properly. I don’t want to waste any more precious time, not when a human’s life is so short and delicate. And I promise you, from now on I will do better in ensuring your safety.”

The serious look on Diavolo's face was dizzying, so you simply nodded slowly. Just as he was about to speak again, Barbatos entered, carrying a tray with a steaming cup of tea.

“Ah. I see you have regained consciousness. How are you feeling?” asked the butler.

“I'm doing alright,” you replied easily. Diavolo tightened his grip on you a little, almost imperceptibly so, no doubt having recognized your lie. Giving you a lenient smile, Barbatos set the tray on the nightstand next to you.

“You will be alright. Eventually,” he spoke, his words heavy with meaning, before bowing and exiting the room, leaving you alone with Diavolo. With his hands still resting comfortingly on your shoulders, he frowned as he watched his butler leave.

Not wanting to further aggravate the ache that was plaguing your body, you suppressed the urge to shake your head. 51 weeks left. You just had to make it through 51 more weeks.

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sashi-ya · 9 months

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𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 Äs Nödt x F! Nurse! Reader

ಇ. I had this fic saved for myself, but I honestly didn't think my heart would be that broken when his inevitable end would get animated. Don't get me wrong, I loved Rukia and Byaku's win, but... you gotta understand that for a nurse, As Nodt represents those who you couldn't save. A patient whose hand needed a squeeze, but still it was too painful for him... poor thing. ಇ. tw: medical terminology. be careful if you are sensitive to illness and death topics. it is full of little metaphors, try to understand where I was going with what I wrote. you can ask me too! ಇ. wc: 1k

Before he was even a Sternritter, As was a simple man. A suffering, yet simple man. And you knew him very well.

He was sick, bedridden. It was too painful for him to even breathe. His existence was cold, sterile, and for him so unworthy.

However, there was a Sun. A Sun that would shine a light every time it walked through the doors of his ever-pristine white room… you.

His voice has never been loud, but really, really low. It wasn’t sweet, it was very raspy, as if he was trembling in fear. His short, straight hair framed his façade, the mask giving him oxygen carved red marks on his cheeks and black eyes fixed in a boring ceiling.

Oh, but you. His only reason to smile. But did he show it to you? No. Did he tell you? Neither.

But you knew…

“Hello Äs! how are you doing today?” you ask, with a metallic tray on your hands. Who knows how many pills are in there, but all of them are equally necessary for him to stay alive.

“H- hello… g- good” he said, every time. He doesn’t feel good, he never does. But does he want for you to worry about him? No.

You come closer to his bed, leaving the tray over his tiny bedside table. Taking a swift look at his monitor, you see -as always- his heart rate slightly going up. Ah… he is at least interested in feeling something besides pain and fear about his inevitable end.

“So, Sir Nödt… I’m aware today is your physical therapy day. Nurse (male name) won’t be able to attend the hospital today, would you allow me to do it for him?” you ask. Everything should be professional. You probably were waiting a “no” but instead he took a little time to answer.

“Hmh…” he nods, as much as he could possibly move his neck without grimacing in pain.

You smile, kindly. Your look softens. You didn’t want to feel sorry, pity for him. You really thought those feelings weren’t proper. But you couldn’t help it. Your heart ached too, and you wanted to help him as much as you could… “Good! Let’s make those muscles move with utmost care! Let me put on some tunes too”

You weren’t sure about him wanting for real to do it. He never did, as your colleagues said. “He is in pain, but he is equally scared to feel pain and that freezes him even more. He won’t ever get better…”

Again, your heart ached. What do they know about getting better? Why judging him? He needed help, not critics. And… who knows, maybe, he just needed someone to believe in him to feel better.

You make sure your hands aren’t cold. You wear a mask to come close to him, you don’t want to create more problems for him, a simple germ could cost him his thread hanging life.

You take your phone and press play. A soft melody starts playing. You don’t really know when it was, but you were sure he said he likes the sound of pianos playing to relax.

Äs widens his eyes. Extremely black orbs fix on you, he is amazed by the song filling the room, he is probably glad to hear something besides the sound of the oxygen flow on his face.

“Give your hand, please” you whisper, trying not to cover the song. You let him choose which one of his pale hands will move first.

He breathes in a considerable amount of air into his lungs, and then, with trembling motion his right bony hand reaches yours. It feels soft. Lightweight.

And so needy.

You begin to inspect his joints. Of course it’s painful for him, not only because of being sick but also because of avoiding to move them for so long. “One finger at a time” you murmur, as you can feel him desiring to grab your hand.

He goes slow. Äs wants more, but he is in pain. He is afraid.

“Don’t be scared. I’m holding your hand right now. You can try to hold mine” you encourage him. You, perhaps, wanted more and even the same way he does for him to grab your hand… Are you falling in love with a patient? A.. dying patient?

He sees you. You see him. He closes his eyes. And maybe a little smile wanted to adorn his lips. His fine, chapped, lips.

“Follow me, Äs”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ.

When he opens his eyes he isn’t lying down in a mattress. He is standing, in two feet. He is still pale, his hands show that. A cold breeze kisses his cheeks, he notices his hair is way longer now as it flows with the wind around.

He can hear kids laughing, and the greenery around feels refreshing. A park… it’s been so long since he stood in the middle of one.

Suddenly, something lands on his cold nose. It’s as soft as the wind, but it’s pink. A cherry blossom petal just flew up to where he is. And like that rosy flower, a million rain down from dark wooden trees.

“Spring? Is this Hanami?” he asks and notices he can speak louder. And when he does, it’s not painful… it’s… normal.

He slowly turns around. And again, moving doesn’t hurt. Breathing doesn’t hurt. Her arms around his waist coming from behind, either.

“Äs! Love! Turn around, I wanna take a picture of you with the Cherry Blossoms in the back!” you chime. Your camera, an old analogue one, captures the beauty of a pinkish rain that doesn’t wet but only kisses your skin with a soft, soft scent.

He is absolutely stunned by your beauty as you walk back pointing the camera lens to him. Your hair also flows. You are his nurse, his sun. What are you doing there? Why is he alive?

“Smile you silly! You are scaring me! What’s gotten into you?” you scold him, his death stare creeps you out sometimes.

As the camera shots and captures his amazed look, you walk back towards his thin arms. “Wanna have some ice cream? Or do you prefer cotton candy? Oh wait, maybe you want Takoyaki?” you excitedly jump, feeling the hard edges of his hipbones against your belly when hugging him.

“I just want to hug you for a little longer…” he murmurs. It kinda scares you, because when he ever said something sweet?

“Hug me for as long as you want, sweetheart…” you whisper, nuzzled in the crook of his neck. He rests his chin on the crown of your head, it’s so soothing to feel his chest go up and down, breathing pure air…

Don't wake up. Don't wake up. please, just for a few moments now... Your Majesty.

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jediskywalkerblog · 3 months

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your fallen angel

A/N: This imagine is set after The Dual of Mustafar (Anakin’s Fight with Obi-Wan in ‘Revenge of the Sith’ movie), except he’s not left in critical condition after the fight. He’s left alone in a lot of pain…

I’m sat in front of the window, looking out over the madness that is Coruscant. Anakin left abruptly hours ago in his shop and told me to stay put… for some reason I just can’t. As I stare out of the large window that overlooks the entire city a terrible feeling hits me, like what I imagine death feels like. Suddenly I’m no longer in control of my body whilst I fall to the ground. It’s him. I can feel his pain.

“Y/N?!” I hear as I’m slowly bought back to reality.

“Y/N?” I hear C3PO repeated as he helps to pick me up off the floor.

“For give me your lady, it seems you fainted” He said in his robotic voice as o regain my balance.

“It’s Anakin 3PO” I say as I grab my things just before rushing to my ship.

“I must come with you (Y/N), we must make sure master Anakin is safe” he says as he rushes behind me.

As I’m approaching my ship I see Obi-Wan landing, as soon as he gets out I rush up to him with C3PO attempting to keep up behind me.

“Obi-Wan, where is Anakin, is he ok?!” I ask as I rush into his arms and he pulls me into an embrace.

As soon as he pulls away and looks into my eyes I know somethings wrong…

“Where’s Anakin?” I ask as my heart beats out of my chest.

“He’s gone.” Is all he says before walking off with his cape flowing behind him.

“What do you mean?!” I scream at him, attempting to get a reaction from him as I walk behind him but he doesn’t even flinch and keeps on walking.

I feel a tear fall from my eye. I knew something was up with Anakin the second he walked out of our room hours before. He can’t be gone, he can’t of joined them.

“Come on 3P0” I shout as I rush onto the ship.

“He can’t be gone” I whisper to myself as I prepare the ship for takeoff.

“How do you know where master skywalker is (Y/N)?” 3PO asks me as he sits next to me as we take off.

“I can feel his pain” I say quietly, trying to keep calm, all that matters is that I get to him.

…

I find a place to land on Mustafar, this place is my idea of hell. It’s dark. My Anakin is here. My hearts racing as I prepare myself to get off the ship and go and find my husband on this terrible planet. He’s all alone.

“CPO, stay here and watch the ship” I say, knowing that he won’t be able to keep up with me anyway.

“Ok my lady, I hope you find master skywalker” he says as he drops the ramp down for me to exit.

As soon as I leave the ship I’m hit with the gif aid, the kind that comes from boiling lava, the air is thick and uncomfortable and I can barely see die to the ash surrounding me. Obi-Wan can’t of left him here.

I don’t know how but I can just feel Anakin, it’s like he’s leading me, I know that this feeling will get me to him…

After what feels like hours of walking I’m finally at the edge of a bank of lava, it’s too hot to even keep my eyes open but the feeling is getting stronger. He’s close.

My heart is racing as I see a figure laying in the side of the lava bank. Is that him? That can’t be him. I think to myself as I rush up to this limp lifeless figure. As I get closer I’m able to make out the features of this person. It’s my Ani. My heart sinks to the floor as I rush up to him.

“ANAKIN!” I scream as I rush up to him and pull him into my arms. Who has done this to him. I think to myself as I hold my husband in my arms; a hand cut off, burns all up his legs, bleeding practically all over.

“NO NO ANAKIN, PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME” I scream as I attempt to move him off this bank onto higher ground.

“Ani, please” I whisper as I lean over his body, even in this state he still is perfect to me. My fallen angel.

“Y/N?” I hear him groan. He’s alive. Is all I think as he reaches him mechanical hand up to touch my face.

“Ani, please open your eyes” I say as I place my hand on his face.

His eyes are slowly opening revealing a yellow golden glow. It’s true. I think to myself in shock. My Ani has turned to the dark side. But none of this matters right now. All that matters is him.

“Why ani?” I ask as tears fall from my eyes onto the crisp floor.

“To save you” is all he says before groaning in pain.

“Obi-Wan did thi-“ is all he can get out before passing out again.

“It’s ok Ani, we’ll get you out of here.”

Hey lovelies. Hope you liked my first imagine🥹✨

Thank you so much for reading and let me know if you’d like a part two via the ask button! - @jediskywalkerblog 🚀🛸

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atzfilm · 1 year

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clair de lune (m); part five

genre; yandere, vampire!au, reincarnation! au angst, smut

pairing; ot8/f.reader

word count: 15.5k

summary; you’ve finally gotten the chance to enter “clair de lune”, a infamous night club to see the band hiraeth. but why did you feel like their eyes only watched you?

note: this fic deals with the subject of yandere. with that being said, a lot of the things happening in this fiction will be manipulation, gaslighting, and various other techniques displayed by the characters. if you are not comfortable with that, please do not read.

please don’t reblog with harsh criticism!! not needed or wanted ♡

warnings under cut

part four | part six

chapter five:

content: suicide mentions, death mentions, injuries, blood, poisoning, gaslighting, manipulating, murder, weapons, smut.

Chapter Five:

“I can’t,” you say, trembling as his fingers wrap around you, entrapping you. Yunho’s touch disappears, the man on his knees taking quick advantage of that. He stands slowly and brushes his fingers across your cheek, hands shaking, eyes flicking between yours rapidly. Everything in your body is telling you that this is wrong, that you should run away. But the look he gives you makes you hesitate. He stops, touching the corner of your eyelid. Your eyes are moist, and you shiver under his grasp.

"How does it feel?" He asks softly.

"Like I should push you away, like, like you're going to hurt me." You admit under your breath, eyes down. He leans, meeting your avoidance.

"I won't hurt you, Peach. I won't do anything to hurt you, please know that. Do you trust me?"

He leans forward, eyes moving from yours to your lips. You clutch the chair underneath you, closing your eyes.

The words repeat in your head, but you ignore them, with as much power as you can. You tighten your hands, not allowing yourself to run. You've avoided him this whole time, but you can't anymore. Wooyoung is one of the men you used to love. Rose, used to love, despite everything. His affect isn’t lost on you. You can feel in your bones how much you care… cared, for him. It still lingers.

“Are you scared of me?”

You're ripped from your thoughts, and you open your eyes. Wooyoung is centimeters away from your lips, his breath fanning your lips. You move one of your hands away from the bed railing, touching his chest. Your fingers stretch out, feeling the smooth skin underneath them. You twist your fingers, trailing the curves of his muscle. Your mind is rejecting the small touches, but you allow yourself to overcome it, curiosity getting the best of you.

“Peach…” He breathes, chest rising and falling quickly. Your heart is still telling you to run, but you don't. Not now. Not after you're this close. You touch his Adam's apple, and he gulps. He opens his eyes, their red gaze trained on yours. You stop, shocked at the change.

Banging on the door distracts you from him for a moment, a small muffled sound compared to the man in front of you. Your eyes flick to the side, but Yunho is already gone. As if he left right after the brief touch to steady you.

“You have to stop, y/n. I can't... I can't handle being this close to you without…” His words trail off, and his hands are now on the back of your neck, playing with the small hairs. He seems stuck in its place, not daring to move.

“What are you going to do?” you ask. He sucks in a breath at your words, and you know you've gotten through to him. But something itches at the back of your mind, like someone was creeping into your mind, wanting to hear more.

“If you don't stop, I won't be able to stop myself from fucking you into your bed.”

You drop your hand from him, and he groans at the loss of contact, not moving. He lifts his free hand, touching your thigh. His hand travels up slowly, and you quiver, the warning signs in your head increasing as he moves higher. You close your thighs around his grasp, and he smirks.

“Do you want me to fuck you, y/n?” He leans close, his lips brushing against the soft skin by your neck. He trails his tongue along the curve of your neck, biting lightly. “You taste so good.”

You lean into him, his lips moving up your neck, closer to yours. He smiles against your cheek, and you feel the corner of his lips touch yours. He moves closer, their soft touch brushing against yours.

"Wooyoung!"

His head snaps around. You jump away from him, moving to the other side of the bed. Hongjoong stands there, his face brazen and cheeks flushed. He looks at the two of you, then glares at Wooyoung. Seonghwa stands just behind him, staring at you. There’s an odd look on his face, brows furrowed. But you don’t stare at him for long, his steps around Hongjoong surprising you as he enters the room.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? She was about to fucking die and you can’t let her rest for an hour?" Seonghwa steps forward, leaning down. Wooyoung shrinks under the eldest gaze, eyes on the floor. "You're supposed to make a connection with her, not nut inside of her."

"Seonghwa-"

"You lost control, Wooyoung. We could hear everything that was happening. Thank goodness I came when I did," Seonghwa turns to you, sympathy in his eyes. He touches your forehead with his, gaze on yours, "I'm sorry, for everything." Hongjoong grabs Wooyoung’s arm, pulling him out of the room. Neither of them look back, leaving you alone with Seonghwa.

He gestures to the bed, “Please rest, y/n. I promise no more disturbances for the night. And I apologize for his behavior, it’s unbecoming of him. Rest well.” he bows slightly, turning on his heel. He leaves no room for more conversation, shutting the door softly. You hear the lock turn, his steps fading down the hallway.

"Are you an idiot? Are you really that foolish?" Seonghwa says, running his fingers through his hair.

Wooyoung sits on the edge of his bed, keeping his head down. Hongjoong already left for a quick jog. None of them could recall the last time he actually did that, but nevertheless, they left him alone. San went with him, for just a precaution. Everyone knows how he gets when he's frustrated. Yunho still hasn't come out of his room, letting the others deal with the drama. It doesn’t escape Wooyoung’s mind, knowing that Yunho was there briefly before the two came. Something he’ll speak to him about later.

Yeosang sits on the other side of Wooyoung, frowning. He knows what Wooyoung did was unnecessary. Frankly, he doesn't know what's going on. Everyone seems out of whack, their normal actions forgotten once they found you.

"I'm sorry hyung, I didn't mean to-"

Seonghwa grabs Wooyoung by his shirt, pulling him forward. He widens his eyes, and the others in the room turn to Seonghwa, confused. Yeosang takes a step forward, holding up his hands.

"Let him go, hyung. They didn't kiss, they didn't get that far. Just sit down and we can think about this-"

Seonghwa’s eyes flick to Yeosang, and he steps forward again. Seonghwa’s eyes are pitch black, a sign that they need to stop him before he goes too far. Jongho stands up as well, pressing himself to Wooyoung’s side. No one wanted Hwa to get angry.

"Everyone needs to relax," a voice behind them stops everyone from speaking. They turn, seeing Hongjoong standing at the door. His hair is a mess, and he still wears the same clothing from the cabin. His eyes were bloodshot, even though they didn't need to sleep. He must have kept his eyes open that whole time, restless.

"Seonghwa, let go of him. We'll figure this out later." Hongjoong smiles at them, "We don't need anyone else dying around here."

Seonghwa’s hold slowly loosens as he’s letting go of Wooyoung. He breathes, moving away. Yeosang rests his hand on his shoulder, rubbing small circles. Hongjoong turns around and walks back out without saying anything more. Yeosang and Jongho exchange a look as Seonghwa leaves, slamming the door behind him.

Wooyoung leans down, running his hands through his hair. "I don't... I don't know what I was thinking. I can't think, Yeo. I don't know... I don't know what's going on with me."

Yeosang pulls him into his shoulder, rubbing his back. "I know, it's okay. I know." It’s getting worse. The events are almost comically mirrored, how they collapsed long ago, resulting in them ending up this way. It scares him. He thought he’s already been through Hell, losing you and being stuck in this body for hundreds of years. But with you back, things are slowly going downhill. He enjoys you, enjoys your presence, but their emotions aren’t like how they were. Everything is amplified. His eyes move across the room, noticing another standing right there. Mingi didn’t announce his presence, often doesn’t. But the way he’s staring at him, jaw clenched, eyes hardened. Enough of a threat that Yeosang looks away.

What the hell is going on?

Seonghwa kept his promise. No one entered your room, leaving your breakfast just outside your door. You weren’t imprisoned, they said that explicitly. You could leave your personal confinement anything you’d like. But the fear of exiting the room, the fear of looking Wooyoung in the eyes, unsure if he killed you in a previous life or not, scares you. And if his words ring true, one of the others did. Not knowing who exactly did it makes it difficult to pretend to care around them. Pretend to be okay.

You hold your dinner plate in your lap, eyes stuck on the journals piled on your dresser. You doubt there’s damning evidence in Rose’s old writings, but the curiosity still lingers. There’s a chance you may just be sucked into another flicker of a memory again. Or you’ll just be able to read. Either way, it sits just in front of you. Waiting for you to open.

A soft knock on the door makes you jump. You grip your plate, eyes glued to your door. It opens just a crack, fingers curling around the edge. “Sea, may I enter?” Hongjoong. Of course it’s Hongjoong.

“Why?” You ask.

“I… want to speak to you about some things. To lessen the worry that burdens your heart.”

You frown. “I’m about to sleep.”

“Then may I accompany you in your rest? If you don’t mind, nothing will happen. I and many of the others still worry that your injuries aren’t being cared for properly. I want to make sure you’re fine.”

“I’m fine.”

A low sigh escapes his lips. You’re being stubborn, but you don’t feel bad about it. It is the least that you can do. You rise, walking to the door, and slowly open it. His hands drop. You glance up at him, scarlet eyes a deeper burgundy in this light. You can see how Rose fell for them. It doesn’t seem hard at all, especially with how caring they seem to be. But she cared too much. To the point where she died. Died, still loving them. How tragic. You hold out your plate and he slowly takes it, your fingers brushing against one another’s. It’s brief, barely a touch. The shiver travels up the length of your arm, and your body trembles. He doesn’t say anything more, bowing slightly. Before he leaves, you reach for his arm, touching his skin. He stills, eyes cast down.

“A few minutes.”

“And nothing more.”

He moves into your room after placing your plate on the table just outside your room. You slowly close the door and move past him to curl yourself up into your blankets with your back facing him. He doesn’t say a word, even as he slides beneath your sheets, body pressed to the back of you. His fingers lightly drag over your forearm, barely touching you. He doesn't say much, head resting on the curve of your neck. You can feel his breath tickling your skin, warm in the frigid room.

"I was worried," he says simply. His arm slips underneath you and pull you closer to his chest. You don't… hate it. He's the only source of warmth in the home right now, and you can't help but push your body closer to him. "Can I?" His hand touches the bottom of your shirt. You don't say anything, nodding. "Sea?"

"It's fine," you breathe. He hesitates before slowly slipping his hand beneath your shirt. His fingers stretch out against your stomach, shifting you closer to him. He keeps them far away from what's between your legs and doesn't dare put them close enough to the cup of your bra. Despite the compromising position, he doesn't push you. It's the bare minimum but you appreciate it nonetheless.

"I didn't tell you he was your brother because I didn't know how to. You hated being compared to her. I want you to see that just because you're the same soul, that doesn't mean that I will treat you the same."

"You call me sea."

"That's correct."

"Did you not call her sea?"

He snickers, lips brushing against your collarbone. "She would murder me if I attempted. Rose wasn't one for nicknames, sea. And she is not my sea, you are," he says it simply. As if it's obvious, silly to even think of anything other than that. "I am the captain, and you are my mighty sea. Beautiful in your chaos. You are nothing like my Rose, y/n. I just wish for you to see that. Your souls are the same, but that's where it ends. But I would be lying if in the beginning, I expected nothing to change. I was a fool."

"And you are still a fool if you believe I'd fall for your sensual way of speaking, captain. I'm much smarter than that."

"That you are," he agrees. "Though there must be some part of you that forgives me. The sea that I know would have rather eaten glass than let me warm her bed for even a few minutes."

You purse your lips. He's right. You hate that he's right. "So your glittery words are more than just talk."

"So they are." You can feel his grin against your neck. "And I am a man of great willpower. Here I am with the love of my soul entrapped in my arms, and I have yet to devour you. Does that not mean something to you?"

"It means that you're respectful, Hongjoong."

"What a comment," he murmurs. "Because I find myself losing every ounce of respect in my bones as I'm holding you. But I will abide by your wishes, my sea. No matter how much I want to break them."

You’ve fallen for his words before, the soft lull of them making you shiver. There’s little reason to wonder how he became the leader of his crew, his family. Even now with your disdain toward him, an underlying feeling inside of you makes you believe that his words ring true. “Why does he care for me now? Rose died long ago, and we are no longer related. There’s no reason for us to be tied together.”

“You’re correct, in a sense. But just stand in his shoes for a moment. How could you stand idly by while the reincarnation of your loved one is just a breath away? Especially in the hands of the same people where she perished? Would you be able to stand still?”

“Not likely,” you admit, and he hums in agreement.

“We are no danger to you. But he is insistent that we are. So his reparation for your soul dying a lifetime ago is to save you this time. To mend his own heart. In a way it’s selfish, but admirable. He loved you so much he doesn’t want to see you suffer again, even if it is a completely different person.”

“Are your words true?”

He pauses. “As true as I know them to be.”

“What about Hanse?”

He’s quiet. “What about him?”

“You killed him. What’s going to happen now? He’s gone.” You can’t believe the words coming out of your mouth. Casually speaking of someone’s death. Though you’ve known him briefly, you didn’t feel much danger from him. Except the obvious leaving you alone with Mingi and almost letting you starve. You almost laugh at your thoughts.

How strange your life turned out.

“Subin will come after me,” Hongjoong says simply. Not us, not we. Just 'me'. “He’s been relentless for quite a while. I’m sure he won’t take the death of his friend calmly. It will be difficult to deal with, but we’ve dealt with worse.”

“Will you kill him, Hongjoong?”

“No.”

You narrow your eyes at that response. You don’t remember the rest of the conversation, your heavy lids taking over. The morning arrives in the blink of an eye. You yawn, raising your arms until you feel the familiar touch of a hand on you. He hasn’t moved from last night, breaths tickling the skin of your neck. Holding you tight against his body. You hesitate. Is he awake? His breaths are heavy, but you’re sure your stirring must have shaken him.

“I want to trust you, so desperately, Hongjoong. The yearning consumes me. I want to know that you’re not lying to me,” you keep your eyes down, feeling how his body shifts. “I want this to be real. I want it all to be real so badly.” His hands loosen against your body slightly as he lifts himself so that he’s hovering above you.

His fingers touch the bottom of your chin, slowly tilting it up. Your eyes meet his, the emotion in his is so overwhelming, so filled with care and hope that it makes you stiff. He holds himself up with one hand, steady.

“You were all I’ve ever known. I have belonged to your soul ever since I found you stowing away on my ship. When our eyes met, it was as if our souls embraced. That is why I have not given up on meeting you again. I was waiting to know you once more, to fall in love with you again. No matter how much time passes, I will always love you.”

He leans forward, and your eyes flutter. He’s barely a breath away, eyes still on yours. “I love you to the point of madness, my sea. My reckless, curious sea. And I will do anything I must to ensure that you love me to the brink of death. If that requires me to lie to you, then I will. Again and again. Until each lie tickles your skin. Until all you see when you close your eyes are us. Until you wish to become one of us, so that you may stay with your lovers for eternity. Until you love me to the point of vexatious obsession.”

His lips brush against the tip of your chin.

“So I will lie. And I will continue to lie. I will lie to the point where you question if I am saying the truth. And despite all of that, you will love me.”

You press your hand against his chest, pushing slightly. He doesn’t budge, tongue flicking against the curve of your jaw. “I do not desire anyone who lies,” you say through clenched teeth. His giggle echoes in your ear.

“Good thing I am not just anyone.”

“I won’t ever love you.”

“Oh, you will,” he moves off of you, moving to stand on the floor. “It is only a matter of time, my sea. And instead of me coming to you, you will come to me. And my sea.”

His head tilts.

“I will kill Subin. And I will enjoy it as his blood drips to the ground. As life leaves his eyes. It will be my greatest pleasure.”

"She will never want you."

"Quiet."

"You've terrified her, Hongjoong. She wouldn't dare be in the same room alone with you again, let alone touch you. Your wants will just be left as they are, only an unachievable wish. y/n does not desire you, and I doubt she ever will–"

"Have you not learned any manners?" Seonghwa interrupts the conversation, eyes still on San. Hongjoong doesn't say a word, gaze cast outside the window. "Are you so deluded as to speak to your captain this way? We've lost our love and Mingi to the other clan even if it was brief, and you're berating him at this moment? What will it achieve, San? You tell him these words as if you're in a better position."

"It's his fault," San points to Hongjoong, red eyes filled with fury. "He told Mingi to lead her away. His choice made us lose her."

Seonghwa scoffs as fingers run through his hair. "Is that it? A pitiful reason. All of our decisions led to this, not just Hongjoong's. You have as much blame as he does. Reprimanding him will do no good."

"He's right," Hongjoong says simply, sighing. He closes his eyes for a brief moment. "Though it is all our fault for underestimating Subin, it is solely mine for not protecting her as I should have. If she were turned, things may be different. Taking the slow course to it was not a bright idea," He opens his eyes again, taking in Seonghwa’s judging stare. "It's the only way to keep her safe–"

"She will hate us."

"She will learn to accept it."

"Do you hear yourself?" Seonghwa laughs dryly. "You're going through the same routine once more. We turn her against her will. She hates us. Then she dies. Her soul being reincarnated won't happen again just because we desire it. Forcing her to be one of us just so that we're content isn't reasonable."

“Then what will you like us to do? Coddle her, love her until she accepts us? Or doesn’t and wants to run away?”

“...Is that such a terrible thing?” Seonghwa murmurs, both men turning to glare at him. “We are not who we once were, Hongjoong. Things are happening in the same pattern, the way we’ve planned to avoid for centuries. We should not have flooded her apartment. We should have let her go home.”

“You are mad,” San scoffs, shaking his head. “She would have run away at the mere opportunity.”

“Would you not do the same?”

Hongjoong moves from his spot at the window and faces Seonghwa. Though the eldest has a bit of height, his legs almost buckle underneath the stare of his captain. Hongjoong cocks his head with a frown on his lips. “Are you suggesting that I keep an eye on you? Someone was poisoning those fruits, Seonghwa. And you’re not off of the list just because you feel pity for our y/n. San will accompany you when you’re with her.”

“Do you not trust me?”

Hongjoong’s lip quirks. He reaches out, index finger brushing against the outline of his jaw. “I have trusted you since I’ve met you Seonghwa. This is why I know that you will falter under her gaze. And we do not need any slip-ups. Not when we’re so close,” he turns, looking to San. “Follow him whenever he is with y/n. Watch his every move. If I find that he’s done something nefarious and you have not told me, I will not be as kind. Understood?”

San nods. Hongjoong drops his hand from Seonghwa, eyes heavy. “Now leave. I haven’t slept in days.” San steps out before Seonghwa, the door ajar. Hongjoong slowly slides into bed and throws his blanket over his body. His eyes lazily moved to Seonghwa, waving his hand. “It’s tiresome to repeat myself.”

“Why are you doing this? Just weeks ago you were insistent that we followed a different path. What changed?”

“Sejun.” Hongjoong says simply. “Him being alive makes things worse.”

“Is it because of what happened? Because of the past? He doesn’t know her now, so it does not matter—”

“Just because she doesn’t recall that he was her former lover doesn’t mean that she won’t slowly get those memories in her head. The only reason why she trusts us, even as little as she does, is because she knows that Rose once did. Him being alive puts a damper into it all.”

“She will not follow him again.”

“Neither of us know that,” Hongjoong’s tone is sharper, eyes narrowed. “She may be influenced again. If I have to be more stern so that she does not leave, then it must be done. I will make her realize that without us, she is nothing. She will come begging at my feet, desperate for me. Desperate for my protection.”

“Us.”

“Hmm?”

Seonghwa’s voice is softer now, “You will have her desperate for us. Not just you, Hongjoong.”

“That was implied. Now leave, Seonghwa. I did not lie when I said I need rest. We’ll talk more about this later.”

Seonghwa bows slightly, turning on his heel and shutting the door behind him. His palm rests against the wood, eyes on the floor.

You stare at your phone with messages to your friend unsent. Despite how many times you press the resend icon it doesn’t want to go through. You grip the device, fingers cold. Did she block you? The conversation flowed with ease weeks prior until she abruptly stopped messaging back. You assumed it was because she’s often busy; her days filled with the man she met at clair de lune rather than spending time with you. It didn’t bother you in the beginning — when you meet someone you love, the desire to spend every waking breath with them is relentless. But blocked? You looked through your last conversation over and over. Desperate. Trying to see if you somehow offended her in any of your remarks. But there’s nothing. Not even a semblance of doubt within the messages. She’s been friends with you for years, why would she just hate you suddenly?

“You have no idea what danger you’re in right now, y/n. They’re willing to do anything to have you. Have you not noticed strange things happening? Forcing you to stay with them?”

Is it possible…?

You shake your head. No. No. She’s stronger than that, more strong-willed than you. A few men threatening her wouldn’t sway her that easily. She’d at least tell you of the incident before ghosting you completely. She would.

Right?

“Your brows will stay that way if you continue to hold them that tightly.”

Your eyes move to your ajar door, Yunho resting against the doorway. His brow is cocked, glancing at how you hold the phone. In all honesty, giving him the time of day is the last thing on your mind. He’s been kind enough, but there is doubt with all. The friendliest are often not as they seem.

“Do you need something?”

He gestures his head to the outside of your room. “Family meeting?”

“Now?”

He nods. “Seems important. Hongjoong doesn’t often have these.”

You tuck your phone into your pocket and avoid his body as you enter the hallway. He touches your forearm and you jump, moving away. He stares at you for a moment, a strange look in his eyes.

“What’s going on? Is it because of Hanse? No need to worry anymore.”

“It’s not Hanse,” you say, his words still lingering. Have you grown numb to it? To death? You’re sure you haven’t, the smell from that cabin still wafts through your nose. Despite the fear of his death, there’s somehow bigger problems to worry about. One of the major ones being Hongjoong himself. You haven’t seen him much after that, only leaving your room to eat and nothing else. The looming pile of fruit in the kitchen was gone. So much for your peaches.

“I don’t trust you,” you say simply, holding your arms close. Your confidence has severely depleted, and it terrifies you. The you before would have tried your best to leave already. Probably in the very beginning, if you’re being honest with yourself. You’re just not sure why you can’t now. Even walking alongside Yunho you feel exhausted, body shivering despite the heat. Your motivation is minimal, if not non-existent. “I don’t trust most of you.”

“Why are you here then?”

You stop walking to look at him. The smile is long gone from his face, expression empty. “What?”

“You asked us to let you reside in our home because your apartment was flooded. We asked if you wanted to leave but you said you had nowhere to go. We protected you from Seungwoo in that bar, we saved you from that cabin, we pulled you away so that Sejun wouldn’t take you. When Mingi and I met you on the elevator, we told you Subin was using that little pouch to track you. We’ve done everything in our power to protect you, but you do not trust us?” He tilts his head, brows furrowed. “We’ve all risked our lives to save you countless times, y/n. What more would you like for us to do?”

You swallow, moving your gaze away from his. It’s not like you’ve asked them to do all of these things for you. But his words ring true. They’ve taken you out of more troubling situations than not. “I don’t want to talk to you about this anymore.”

“Ah,” he nods slowly. “Rose and you are more alike than you’d like to admit.”

“I am not her,” You glare. You watch as his smile lifts, lip quirking.

“That’s correct. Rose has a backbone. And I thought you did as well, but it all just seems to crumble the more that you speak.”

Your eyes widen.

“Yunho, what the hell are you doing?” A hand pulls you close to him, cold. You look up, and Mingi is glaring back at his friend. “You’re supposed to be taking her to the living room, not insulting her.” It’s odd the way he’s speaking to him. You’re very sure that their friendship is closer than most; the majority of the time when you see one, you see the other trailing close behind. So the way they’re looking at each other now makes you feel ill.

Everything around here just seems to be cascading into a pile of shit.

“She doesn’t trust us. There’s no purpose in trying to reason with her when she doesn’t even believe our words. We shouldn’t even be having this meeting at all.”

“Not your call or place, Yunho.” Mingi looks down at you. “You okay?”

Yunho laughs. “Right, it’s Hongjoong’s. Always his call.”

Mingi scoffs, “Don’t act as if we aren’t allowed to speak our mind. Hongjoong invites all of us to speak if we aren’t in agreement. Don’t paint a false narrative because you aren’t satisfied with the fact that she doesn’t trust you.”

“And do you believe she trusts you?”

His grip on you tightens, pressing you against his side. “That does not matter to me right now. I’m just keeping her safe.”

“What’s going on?” All of you turn your gazes to the one man you didn’t want to see. Hongjoong rests his hands behind his back, making his way to stand in the middle of the duo. His eyes glance over yours before landing on Yunho. “I told you to bring our girl, not start a fight with Mingi.”

Yunho opens his mouth but Hongjoong holds up a hand, giving him his back. His gaze meets Mingi’s for a moment before moving to yours. His lips lift in the familiar sneer, lids heavy as he stares at you. “You are quite the troublemaker, aren’t you?”

You say nothing. He seems to expect that, head moving up slightly to meet Mingi’s eyes. “Leave her with Wooyoung. We have much to speak about, and it seems that she does not want to cooperate tonight. We don’t have time for it, our concert starts in a couple hours.”

“I—”

“Did I ask you to speak?” His eyes narrow this time, smile gone. “As I said before, my Sea, I will not be crawling to your every whim.” He moves around Mingi, leaving the three of you alone in the hallway. Yunho says nothing as he steps around the two of you to follow.

“I’m sorry for this, y/n,” Mingi says softly. His hand squeezes your arm softl., “Please watch yourself, okay? If you ever need me, you know where my room is. Please come in anytime you’d like.” His hold on you isn’t rough at all, but the worry in his eyes makes your heart pound. Does he know something you don’t? “Do you understand, y/n? Anything, anytime. Please.”

“Yes, I understand.”

He lets out a breath, nodding. “Okay. I’ll bring you to Woo’s room, he hasn’t left it in awhile.” He walks close to you as you navigate the halls. You stand outside his room for a moment before turning to Mingi.

“Is everything okay? Why can’t I stay in my own room?”

“You’re close to the living room. Hongjoong might have something important to talk about and doesn’t want you to hear just yet. If it’s anything important, I’d tell you.” His lips rest in a small smile, knocking on Wooyoung’s door. “Even now, y/n. If you need me, just call my name out, alright?”

“Mingi—”

“I’ll see you soon, pretty,” his eyes moved to Wooyoung, sitting at his desk. “Have a good night. I’ll be back after the concert tonight.”

His hand brushes your waist, pushing you slightly into the room. He then closes the door behind him and leaves you alone with Wooyoung. The last time you were alone things turned out much more differently than you expected. Perhaps you were vulnerable? Nevertheless, you haven’t spoken to him since that abrupt exit. He doesn’t bother turning around, his pen scratching against his notebook pages. The soft sound of classical music plays. You pick at your finger as you enter, unsure if you should interrupt him in the middle of his thought process. So instead, you move to the opposite side of the room, eyes on the photo frames. Many are older than you can guess. The men are dressed in hanboks, eyes hardened even through the painting. It reminds you of when you first met them, when their gazes were wary and suspicious. Though you know them a bit better now, only a few of them still look at you that way. One in particular, San, meets your eyes in the photograph. A hand reaches over you and takes the photo off the wall. You don’t bother turning around, knowing he’s standing just behind you.

“I believe this was about a hundred or so years after you killed yourself,” Wooyoung starts. You hear how his finger drags along the frame, a small hum whistling from his lips. “We weren’t the same men back then. Kept to ourselves mostly, no one knew us. Yunho’s the one who insisted we have our portraits taken. None of us wanted to do it, even me. But he begged so we agreed. I suppose I’m glad we did it, don’t really remember much from back then. Years dragged. Until you came, of course.”

“There had to be happy times,” you say softly. His laugh is barely audible. You turn around, his eyes meeting yours.

“There were many happy times. Grief took over our days for a while, but we lived as best as we could. But not a day went by that we didn’t think of you, Peach. That room of yours—” he places the painting back on the wall “—it’s filled with all of the treasures we saved for you. So that when you came back you would have something for yourself. It’s silly, now that I think about it. We all assumed you would remember it all, remember us. It was hope that drove us,” his eyes flick to yours. “And yet here we are, fawning over you without any hesitance.”

“Is that disappointing?” You ask. “And be honest, Wooyoung.”

He seems to take the last sentence seriously, thinking. “No. And I’m not just saying that because it is you. I have grieved her for hundreds of years. Of course I was elated to finally meet Rose again. But when I let my mind settle, let myself realize that the two of you are not the same, I became happier than before. Because I can learn about you. Rose was my first love, that I do not doubt. But I can be with you now. That is all I want.”

“You can pick someone else,” you say, and this time his grin widens.

“Why would I when I have you?” He sits on the edge of his bed. “I want to apologize for what I did the last time we were together. I didn’t control myself, I let my emotions get the best of me.”

“But you meant it, Wooyoung. You don’t need to apologize for your true feelings.”

He lets out a sigh of relief, running fingers through his hair. “Then would it be selfish of me to tell you something else?” He shifts on the bed, lids seemingly heavier than before. “I didn’t kill you before, y/n. I wouldn’t do such a thing. I’d never take that choice from you when I regretted taking it from Yeosang right when it happened. You’ve been stressed, and I’ve wanted to help. I did not lie when I told you I’d do anything for you, Peach. And I will beg, if needed.” His hand reaches out and wraps around your thigh. He pulls you quickly, letting your body fall into his. Your hands hold his shoulders to stable yourself, his other free hand reaching around you and gripping your other thigh.

“Wooyoung, you can’t–” you rest your hands on his chest, pulling back quickly. “We can’t do this. You have a concert tonight.”

“Ah, is that the only excuse?” his brow quirks. “My sweet peach, I won't perform tonight. It’s my day off. I can do anything you’d like me to do,” he keeps the choice with you. His hands slowly move up your thighs, holding your hips steadily. “And Seonghwa isn’t here to stop us this time.”

He rests his chin on your stomach as his gaze looks up to meet yours. You say nothing, even as his fingers slowly lift your shirt from the sides, pressing lightly against your skin. You shiver lightly when his lips press against your exposed stomach. He sighs, pecking again.

“Please let me take care of you for once, peach. I promise I won’t tell anyone~”

He stands, slowly pushing you down against the bed. He keeps his eyes on you as he crawls up your body, hands slowly sliding and encasing your wrists in his grip.

“Why do you insist on pushing me away? I love you, peach. I’ll always love you. I just want you to love me desperately, to yearn for my touch at every given moment, to have me touch you and crumble apart. I want you to be wide open when you’re with me, to be completely vulnerable that you cannot bear to look me in the eyes because it’s so earth-shatteringly terrifying to meet the gaze of the man who loves you the exact same way.”

He holds your wrists into the soft mattress, eyes stuck on your gaze. You look everywhere but his gaze, afraid that the words he says are slowly becoming true. Not even days ago you believed he had killed you to be with him forever, and now you’re underneath his body, vulnerable. The one thing you never wanted to be with them.

“I don’t think I’ll ever love you,” you say.

“Say that when you’re looking into my eyes, peach. Tell me without saying ‘you think’. If you are to break my heart, I want to hear it from your lips with sureness. I want you to watch me fall apart above you. You have my heart in your hands, tell me what you feel.” He hasn’t left your face, patient. He says nothing more, willing you to meet his eyes. You finally do, the red much darker now, almost black. His expression is solemn as he ponders.

Of course, you cannot say it. You can’t tell him that you’d never love him because right now, as you sit beneath him, if you didn’t love him you wouldn’t feel like this. If you didn’t care you wouldn’t desperately want to never break his heart. The only thing you’re sure of is that his care for you supersedes yours by a lot, and you doubt you’ll ever love him as much as he thinks he loves you.

“I can’t say that.”

He blinks slowly, the familiar sly smile curving his lips. “I know that.” His thumb rubs your wrist. Skin to skin, touch soft, tender. He’s cold but somehow it only warms you up. “Can I have you now, y/n?”

It’s rare for him to say your name, say it so often. You’ve gotten used to the silly peach nickname. But the way he whispers your name, speaks it like a sonnet. He leans down, lips brushing against the curve of your jaw. His hands move and let go of your wrists. A way for you to leave, to reject him with ease. You slowly wrap your arms around his neck, hands playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck. His body shudders before falling down to rest on his forearms. Without another word, he drags his tongue across your lips, pressing it inside of your mouth. He takes over and rests his torso against yours carefully.

“How you burn for me,” he pulls from your lips, groaning. His hands slip underneath your shirt, hand outstretched against your skin. “I hear your heartbeat, peach. The way it shakes just for me.” He slides his hand up your body, thumb hooked on your shirt to lift it off completely. He pulls it over your head, tossing it to the side. “So pretty for me, peach.” he places a kiss on your cleavage, giggling when he listens to your breath hitch.

“Don’t make fun of me,” you note. His eyes immediately meet yours.

“Fun? Oh my Peach, how could I make fun when you’re beneath me, trembling with my touch? Having you like this in front of me, my hand between your thighs—” his hands follow what he says as he stares at you. He pushes your thighs apart, ripping your pants and tossing the shreds away. He cups you, your eyes widening. “Your swollen lips just from my touch. Both, lips,” he grins now. “A man would be foolish to make fun of their lover like this.”

His finger breaks through the fabric of your underwear. You watch as he tucks it into his pants pocket, sliding down from your torso. “I want to worship every piece of you. Show you how much I desire you, to show you that you’re ours.”

“Woo,” you touch his face. “I am not yours.”

He rolls his eyes, slipping a finger into you. Your hands grip his hair tightly as he moves in and out, slipping another inside you with ease. “Woo-”

“You are mine,” he says. The pad of his thumb pressing into your clit, his cold breaths against your skin. “Once you walked through that door y/n, you became mine. It is as simple as that.” His finger curls inside of you, rubbing against the rough patch inside of you. Your hold goes tighter, chest rising and falling quickly. “I know you better than you’d know, peach. I know every weak spot of yours, every part of you that begs to be touched.” His lips brush against the soft skin of your neck, his free hand digging into a small area next to your hip. You jolt at his touch, a beat hitting the middle of your legs. He giggles, “Seems like that hasn’t changed.”

You touch his wrist, stopping his ministrations. He stops moving his fingers, eyes on yours. His eyes look at you in wonder, curiosity, worry. Your other hand moves to his face, cradling his chin in the palm of your hand. His breath is gone now, irises deepening. Without another word, you tug his face forward, your lips brushing against his. He leans forward, but you only pull back. His free hand rests on your back, urging you to meet him. But you don’t, a small smile on your lips. You trace his face with them, his breath disappearing when you press a slow kiss to the space behind his ear.

“Please,” he begs, fingers curling inside you again. You moan in his ear, only making him wither beneath you even more. “I can’t…”

“But you teased me,” you whisper, another kiss to his neck, where his mole lies. “Isn’t it fair for me to do it back?”

He seems to melt with your words, movements still just as you finish them. You take the chance to slowly move his hand in and out of you, his breaths kicking up as you do so. You let go of his chin, using your other hand to slowly stroke the outside of his pants. He rubs himself against you, his pace quickening. You slip your hand inside his pants, touching his tip.

“Fuck me,” he stutters, moaning as you grip his cock. Your thumb rubs him, slowly stroking him, matching the pace of his fingers inside of you. You’re affected as well, your forehead pressed against his chest as you jerk him off. He slips another finger inside of you, a moan threatening to spill out. “Come on, I want to hear you.” His thumb moves quicker, palm pressing into you. You follow his lead, moving quickly, echoing his movements. “Come for me, peach.”

“Not yet,” your hand tightens on his wrist, pulling his fingers out of you. You don’t mess with your own pace though, his hips pressing against your hands. You pull away just as you feel his hips shudder, a whine spilling from his lips just as you do so.

A low laugh echoes around the room, pulling you from your daze. Your gaze moves to the side, meeting an unlikely man. Yunho stands there, hands crossed against his chest. He tilts his head as he looks at the two of you, gaze steady on yours. Despite the awkward situation, Wooyoung doesn’t seem to care in the slightest about the unexpected guest, pressing himself against you to get some relief.

“Play with me,” he whispers against your cheek, gripping your shoulder.

“But Yunho–”

“Peach,” Wooyoung murmurs, moving his head back into your view. “Just because he’s there doesn’t mean we can’t play. Or if you’d like,” his hand slips up your back, undoing your bra strap with ease, “He can play with us too.” His fingers stop moving, holding both of your straps together. He waits patiently for your next words, waiting for either a denial or an approval. You look back at Yunho, his gaze heavy as he stares at the two of you. You’d never guess that he’d do anything like this. In fact, you’d never bring it up, knowing the slight strangeness between the two of them. You aren’t oblivious, their interactions odd in comparison to when you first met them. Nothing you can figure out. Though they’re not the only pair that’s been off.

Wooyoung pulls you from your thoughts with the soft press of his lips against your temple. You slowly place your hand on top of his, guiding him to undo the straps. His grin only widens, pressing his lips against yours, hands pulling you closer to him. You can’t quite focus, knowing Yunho is just a few feet away from the two of you. You hear the chair next to the bed squeak, your eyes moving over. Yunho says nothing as he watches the two of you.

“I’ll take care of you,” Wooyoung whispers, leisurely pressing them down the length of your stomach, stopping just above the space between your legs. His hands grip your inner thighs, pushing them open. “All for me, right peach? Wonder if you taste as sweet down here as you do up there.”

A hand touches your arm softly, making you jump. You turn your head, Yunho looking at you. His gaze is hardened, eyes flicking to Wooyoung’s before resting back on yours. “If you’d let me, I’d like to touch you too.”

Wooyoung distracts you, dragging his finger along you. “You’re so wet, peach.” His tongue slowly drags across your clit. You try clenching your thighs but his hold only tightens, forcing them to stay apart. “Answer hyung, he’s waiting.”

Yunho squeezes your arm reassuringly. Despite the grip of his other hand on his thigh, he makes sure his touch to you is softer. “You can say no, y/n. I won’t push you.”

Two of them pleasuring you at once? Your head spins, very explicit thoughts popping into your head. You settle your eyes on Yunho, a soft moan falling from your lips when you feel Wooyoung’s tongue slowly enter you. The silence is loud, your hand reaching up, brushing his cheek.

“Yes,” you say simply. Yunho leans forward, lips brushing against your neck. He slowly lifts you, ignoring out Wooyoung whines, holding onto your legs. He rolls his eyes at the man, slipping beneath you, fully clothed, You’re thankful that it’s all leather, easy to sit on. He rests your back against his torso. Shoes kicked to the side, your bare behind sitting on his pants. His hands slowly roam your body, before gripping your thighs, prying them open. Wooyoung giggles in glee, wasting no time to dive back into you. He slips in three fingers at once, moving them in and out quickly as he sucks on your clit.

Yunho distracts you, pressing his hips into yours. His hands cup your chest as you stare down, large against your body. Unlike Wooyoung he’s quieter, heavy breaths in your ear each time you lift your hips and move back, each time you rub against his hard bulge. You try to concentrate on Yunho’s desperate words in your ear, but Woo is taking up most of your attention

“He’s right, darling,” Yunho whispers in your ear, “You smell so good, I wonder if you smell just as good in other places.”Look at him, pretty. He’s drunk on you.” You flick your eyes back down to Wooyoung, his sultry gaze glued to yours. He pulls away for just a moment, letting his fingers do most of the work.

Wooyoung snickers, “Look at our girl. She’s trembling just thinking about what we’re going to do to her.”

“Or that you’re taking too long to even let her finish,” Yunho says softly, eyebrow lifting.

A frown coats his lips. He’s motivated by Yunho’s words, thumb rubbing against your clit quickly, his free hand curling his fingers deeper inside of you. You shift your hips against his each time he moves inside, feeling Yunho twitch against your back. He moves one of his hands, pulling his cock out from his pants. You tense up just as Wooyoung rubs your clit, your orgasm hitting you immediately. Wooyoung moves his fingers quicker, riding it out. Just when it starts to sting he pulls them out.

“You’re so pretty y/n,” Yunho’s tongue drags along your neck, humming in appreciation. “Coming undone just like this,” his fingers drag up your chin, entering your mouth. You suck them slowly, feeling his other hand touch between your legs. He doesn’t rub anything, only cupping the outside. Seeing his hand just sitting there would make you come on sight if you didn’t just a moment ago. Wooyoung pulls back, lifting his shirt and tossing his pans to the side. His erection strains against his briefs. He slowly rubs the outline, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he looks at the two of you. The hold is tight enough that blood spills from the grip, dripping down his chin. He drags his tongue along it, slipping his underwear down.

His cock curves against his stomach, stiff.

“Please,” he moans, rubbing his cock slowly. “Please let me make love to you.”

Love.

You don’t want to ruin the moment, so you nod. He moves close to you, rubbing himself up and down against you. Before you get a chance to whine, he slowly sinks into you. Your fingers digging into his thighs at the stretch. His descent into you is slow, his lips pressing against your neck as you groan, trying his best to distract you from the feeling. You sit there for a moment, the overwhelming feeling of you being filled distracting you for a moment. Yunho continues to press kisses into your skin. Wooyoung waits patiently for you to adjust to him, until you tap his leg, silently asking for him to move.

“You look so pretty underneath me,” he mumbles.

You open your mouth to reply, but he takes that chance to sink into you quickly, pressing lips against yours. Your combined moans echo in the room as they move in sync; Wooyoung in, squeeze your chest. Yunho letting go, Wooyoung pushing in. The rolling of Wooyoung’s hips hitting yours with ease, skin pressing against your clit each time he pushes in.

“Fuck, look at you peach. You feel so good.”

Wooyoung’s muscles strain as he holds you, veins popping out on his arm as he revels in the feeling of your cunt around him. His hips seem to only go faster and faster, trying to hit his high. But once the squeeze of you tightens against his cock, he groans, pressing in once more. His hips sputtering as his cock-squeezing out his cum. He pulls out, resting at the end of the bed as he catches his breath. Yunho presses light kisses to your neck, before he shifts from his spot, lightly placing you against the sheets. He turns to Wooyoung, frowning.

“Leave.”

His brows furrow in confusion. “Huh-”

“Leave, Wooyoung. I won’t say it again.” Yunho says simply, eyes dark. Wooyoung looks down at you once more, leaving the room. He doesn’t bother covering himself up, shutting the door quietly. Yunho looks down at you, anger dissipated. You stare up at him, wondering what made him change his mind. He pulls his pants down, shirt still sticking to his body. “I want to enjoy you on my own, darling. Wooyoung is too vocal for me.”

“Yun…” Your questions disappear as he presses himself into you. He wastes no time; rocking his cock a couple of times before sinking into your cunt with vigor. You didn’t realize how long he is; the head of his cock close to nudging your cervix. You moan, his balls resting at the entrance. You feel more full than you’ve ever felt before, your mind consumed with only him.

Yunho’s pace quickens, hips becoming bolder as he collides with you, the squelching sounds echoing in the room. His grip is so tight, you’re sure he’s going to leave a mark. Yunho groans as he slowly reaches his high. “Can I come in you, darling? Please?”

“Yun,” You struggle through your gasps, and he grins at you, your eyes moist and head thrown back. “Please.”

“You’re doing so well for me, pretty. But I need know-”

“Come in me,” You say through gasps.

His groan makes your body tremble. Your fingers are probably digging holes into the sheets as you moan, cunt squeezing against his cock as you finally cum. Yunho isn’t too far away, desperate gasps as he slams his balls against your cunt. He pushes in once, twice, before is hips sputter, pressing against you. You feel the hot of his cum hit your walls, his warm body pulling you into his chest, pressing kisses into your forehead. The both of you are silent, until Yunho stands, lifting your hand to press a light kiss against the back of it.

“Let me get you cleaned up,” he mumbles, his cock sliding out of you. He’s gone for only a moment, coming back with a cup of water and a damp cloth, slowly cleaning you off. He grins at the mess they made between your legs, pressing the fabric into you as you whine, pushing him away.

“I’m sorry darling, just want to make sure you’re not dirty,” he whispers, continuing to wipe you off. Once that’s done, he takes out another clean cloth, wiping your face. You know that you have to take a shower to be fully cleansed, but you’re thankful nonetheless. He slowly sinks into bed with you, pulling you against him.

“You were angry with me,” you murmured into his arm. His head is tucked into your neck as you speak. “You were right to be mad. I’ve been going through emotions, trying to figure out what I want and what I don’t. If I were you, I’d be angry too.”

“Even if I was right, I shouldn’t have lashed out on you. That was unbecoming of me.”

“It was honest of you. That I won’t fault you for.”

You feel his lips curve against your skin. “Is that so? Then will you forgive me completely? Because my anger has lessened. I’m still a bit annoyed that you haven’t decided your place in our life, but that’s something I’ll get over.”

“Tell me why you were angry with Woo and I’d let your anger slide.”

His hold tightens against you at your words. You think you’ve hit a sore spot, feeling him adjust himself against you. “That is not something I can tell you now.”

“Yunho.”

“I promise it will come out soon. Just let me have this moment of peace?” His words feel a bit forlorn. You’re not sure what to think, but digging right now would only ruin the night. So you nod, moving yourself deeper into his body.

“Okay.”

“I hope that you’d one day trust me, y/n. Even if it’s a little,” he whispers.

You hope so too.

Wooyoung’s attached to your side. Despite your insistence that he definitely does not need to be following you everywhere, he does. It’s endearing despite how annoyed you pretend to be. Now that you’ve “forgiven” him, he’s taking every chance that he has to be by you. The others don’t appreciate his actions at all; majority of them having to kick him out to spend time with you. You’ve grown a bit used to the others being around, used to saying good morning. The lingering stares are another thing entirely, especially from Yunho and Hongjoong. Sometimes San, though he only seems to be around when Seonghwa is. Hongjoong. The man that said you’d be begging to be by his side. Though his glares aren’t as furious as they usually are — they do stay with you briefly. Enough for it to sting. He looks at you with disgust.

The rest of your interactions have been uneventful. Casual conversations, nothing solid. You’re still searching for a job despite their protests. And it seems like their words are working, not one place called you back for an interview. It’s as if you’re stuck in place, unable to move. Unable to leave their side until something happens.

You stare at the dresser, glancing at a journal. The words are still unknown to you, but a particular one catches your attention. It’s a darker red, stitching forcing the pages closed. Just as your finger brushes against it, you’re pulled deep.

"They would have been nothing without me. Without my assistance, without my guidance."

"They're your family."

His eyes narrow, a sly smile growing on his lips. He takes a step forward just as you take one back, shrugging. Your fingers grip the silver in your hands, ignoring how the blade digs into your palm. "That is true. I was alone and wanted a family so I created my own. But that does not mean that they're entitled to everything that I enjoy. Did you truly believe that they would be with you if I did not permit it? I chose to let them indulge in you. To please you. But in the end, their needs do not matter, Rose. Because you are mine. No one else's."

"The time on sea has deluded your mind, captain. Perhaps a rest will lessen your worries. There's no need for this speech. I'm safe in their hands." Your voice trembles, revealing your true feelings. He picks up on it and leans against the dresser nailed into the floor.

"You are afraid of me?" His smile drops, sympathy in his gaze. "I do not want my Rose to be afraid."

"You are not well—"

"Continue to tell that lie to yourself." His head tilts, meeting the gaze of something behind you. A hand covers yours, your head whipping to meet the new visitor. Subin looks over you, but his eyes are focused on Hongjoong. "Your brother is soon to leave, anyway."

“y/n? Do you hear me?”

You blink quickly, meeting the eyes of Seonghwa. He stands there with hands holding your arms in his grasp, shaking you. Once you blink he lets out a sigh of relief and releases you.

“I was bringing you dinner since you weren’t feeling well tonight. But I knocked and when you didn’t answer I came in to see if you were okay. You weren’t lucid. I thought it was a brief vision, but it was a while. I was afraid you were stuck.”

“I’m fine,” you say simply. You look over his shoulder, seeing the tray sitting on the dresser. You try taking a step to it, but he stops you, gesturing for you to sit on your bed. “I’m okay, Hwa.”

“Are you sure about that?” He points to your hand and how it trembles as you hold the journal. “I won’t occupy you for longer than necessary. Please, for a moment.”

You sit on the bed. Seonghwa steps back a bit, sitting on the bench next to your bed. He’s wearing his setlist outfit. All black, choker resting against his neck. He lets the natural red of his eyes through with his lips painted red to match. You’ve noticed that none of them shy away from makeup, most decked out in whatever suits them best. In all honesty it only makes the unwanted yearning for them that much worse; especially with the way he’s meeting your eyes in worry.

“You have a set tonight, you don’t need to worry for me.”

“Don’t you know that we will always worry for you? Whether you’d admit it or not, our lives encompass you. It would be silly of me to just leave when you’re barely there. Love is not just physical, but I am sure you know that.”

He says it with such ease.

“It is not as easy as you may make it seem,” you say, holding the journal delicately between your fingers. “Having eight men love you simply for existing seems like a miracle or an idealistic world. But I cannot pretend that it doesn’t come with its hardships. I don’t know how I should act.” You flip through the journal. The language is nothing you know of, nothing you can decipher. You wished that you could peer into her thoughts, but it’s all foreign to you. Brief recollections of a past life doesn’t help with the language in the slightest. “It’s fun to think about as a wish or daydream, but having it right in front of you is terrifying. And I can’t even share my thoughts with anyone but one of you because my friends are either other vampires or blocked my number.”

You look to him, and his expression is solemn. It scares you a bit how silent he has been, gaze never leaving you even as you look away. You’ve spent minimal time with the man; it must be alarming for him to even listen to you explain your grievances to him. “I’m sorry if it’s too much—”

“Don’t apologize for your feelings, y/n,” he murmurs, pushing his hair from his face. He rubs his temple as a soft breath falls from his lips. “I didn’t interrupt because I wanted to hear your true feelings. You’ve been looking very sickly lately,” he glances at your hands, moving back to your eyes. “I’ve been worried, and now I know why. Your mind has been very heavy, especially holding this burden on your own. And it’s hard to explain it when all you know is us. An outlet is needed sometimes.”

Seonghwa is rather comforting. He hasn’t come onto you like the others, a bit similar to Jongho. But you rarely talk to him one-on-one; in fact, you’re sure this is the first real conversation you’ve had for longer than five minutes. The grip on your—, no, her, journal tightens, thoughts scattered. “Thank you. It might be easier to talk to you because we don’t speak to each other often.”

“No need to thank me. The last time we spoke alone I offered you hot chocolate, which you vehemently denied,” a teasing smile rests on his lips, head sitting on his hand. “And which I remind you that I’d never offer you blood when you’re not like us. A silly thought, you know.”

“I was on edge,” you murmur, and he laughs. It’s low and soft, warm despite his cold exterior temperature. Though you did in fact feel nervous around him, being alone alleviates that. It’s nice to feel a bit calm around at least a few of them. His beauty does intimidate you. In fact, even the mere proximity to him reminds you that it isn’t a dream you conjured up. No dream of yours could create an image like him. “I do like being around you, Seonghwa. I can’t say all that I want, but I can say most. And I think that’s enough for me now.”

“I’m happy about that too.”

Your mind travels to Hongjoong, the one man that Seonghwa is often glued to. They haven’t been as close as of late – hopefully it isn’t your fault – but you wonder if it’s possible that he could let you know exactly what’s happening. You wouldn’t try to trick him like Mingi (a bit unsuccessful, since you barely pulled any information out of him), but ask. Nicely, maybe. But that quick glimpse of the past may just tell you enough. This obsession with you has lasted hundreds of years, and it seems to not have dwindled in the slightest.

“Hongjoong is trying to take care of you,” Seonghwa says softly, already diving into the conversation you wanted to have. “I know it’s hard to speak to me because of him. I don’t have much to say, y/n, he has a mind of his own that even I cannot decipher at times. He cares for you in a strange way, that is true. Rose then was more palpable in that sense; she listened to his words closely and though she was stubborn, in the end she followed his every whim. There was little that she questioned before she was turned into one of us. Being the captain of the most notorious group of brigands gave him that. Now that he no longer holds that title and we keep to ourselves, his words aren’t as respected. Not by us, of course. We listen to him without much protest. But you,” Seonghwa smiles softly. “Yunho insulted you before, but it isn’t true. Rose would have fallen for his words with ease because of his charisma. He still oozes the same as before, but you haven’t taken his words as gospel yet. That’s quite different from before. I don’t know how he feels about it, but it must linger in his mind.”

“I won’t fall for him,” your tone is serious, resolute. “He expressed to me his feelings a while ago. He lies, Seonghwa. And he will continue to get under my skin, to put me into a corner of trusting and respecting him. Now that I know, I’ll make sure to do the opposite.”

“Will you?” he lifts a brow. “y/n, I will say this only once. Hongjoong will get what he wants, persuading you with ease. I think you take his words lightly, too lightly. Do not let your guard down just because you’re sure it won’t happen to you—”

A knock on the door interrupts him. He sighs, not bothering to stand as it swings open. San stands there, a frown on his lips. His eyes move to you, brightening slightly. “We’re back from rehearsal. Ready for that meeting, now?”

San stands in between you and Seonghwa as you walk down the hall. Though few words are being exchanged between the two, you can tell something isn’t right. The glance that San gave Seonghwa right when he walked into the room told you enough. There’s a lot happening that you don’t know of and it worries you. Sure, Hongjoong’s threat is still there, but there’s something else. Especially with the way Mingi and Seonghwa are speaking to you.

“You alright?” San asks, nudging you slightly.

“Seems like that’s the only thing I’m being asked about these days.”

“Well, that wandering gaze of yours tells us a lot, you know.” Friendly? After he stormed from the room you were in and hasn’t spoken to you since? The brief act of care when you were taken was nice, but nothing else happened between you. Kissing up to you now only makes you suspicious. “We have to speak later, Rose. There’s much to talk about.”

Rose.

Seonghwa gives him a look but says nothing, turning down the hallway into the living area. Everyone else is gathered in various spots. You take the first open one next to Jongho, giving him a brief smile as you sit. He squeezes your thigh, moving closer to you so that San can sit on the opposite side. Seonghwa remains standing in the far corner of the room, arms crossed against his chest. The others seem to linger on your figure, only Mingi meeting your eyes. His brows are furrowed, piercing into yours. It’s uncomfortable enough that you look away, Hongjoong standing up from his spot.

“So,” he gestures to everyone. “I’ve remained kind to all of you for the past few weeks. Listened to your words, didn’t say much to disturb you all. But something that Mingi told me right when we saved them from Hanse has been lurking in my mind,” his eyes move to you. “My sea’s blood has been a bit strange; you see. Mingi said it did not taste right. I gave it some thought for a while, wondering if it was just a mistake. Because there’s no possible way that she could be hurt. We all live with her, we protect her. She is ours.”

You bite your tongue at the last sentence. You haven’t the slightest idea what he’s letting on, why your blood tastes strange. But as you meet the eyes of Mingi, he looks worried. And in between that worry – fear. What the Hell is going on?

“Mingi told me that she tasted of poison. At first, I just couldn’t believe him. Why would anyone do such a thing to her? Treat her in such a disgusting manner? We all yearn to preserve her life, extend it for as long as we can. That is what we all want, I know. So there’s very few reasons as to why one of us would subjugate her to such a terrible act. One of you wants to turn her without permission, to let her choices dwindle, to force her to choose vampirism. Now as I stare at all of you, few faces looked alarmed at the thought of her being poisoned. A bit concerning, don’t you think?” This time he looks to you, brow raised. But you don’t notice it, don’t notice his stare.

Your gaze is stuck on your hands, shaking harshly. You’re biting your lip to the point of puncturing skin, more terrified than you’ve ever been of the group of men around you. Even the one who’s comforted you most, Jongho, stills next to you. He doesn’t offer comfort, afraid that you’ll snap with the mere touch of his fingers. Your breath hitches, eyes flicking back and forth, trying to rationalize this. How could they be poisoning you? Why would they do that to the person they “love”? You can feel your throat burn, vomit threatening to come out. But you suppress it. There’s no use; you’ve let yourself trust all of them too much. Give them too much of yourself that you didn’t see any signs. You’ve felt off for a while, but you assumed it was just exhaustion and stress from the situation. Not one of them slowly killing you.

“Don’t worry my sea, they will be dealt with,” Hongjoong continues, giving you a once over before turning to the rest of the men. “My patience is very thin. Which one of you fucks is poisoning my sea?”

The room is silent. Hongjoong rubs the space between his brows, sighing loudly. “Silence is not an answer.”

“Is this how we should go about it?” Mingi asks. He looks at you, watching as his words make you crumble. “She isn’t well—”

“So we should hide it from her then?”

“That’s not what I was insinuating—”

“Then I’m glad for that,” he nods, “Because frankly, I do not trust any of you. For all I know you could be covering for yourself, Mingi.”

He widens his eyes at the accusation, and Hongjoong only laughs, waving him off. “It was a joke. A poor one at best, but I digress. Since none of you want to speak up about it.” He shrugs. “Good thing I have a strong feeling I know who it is. Especially since I was looking around the house, and found something quite interesting.” He digs into his pocket, holding up a small vial. The liquid is clear inside, only making your stomach twist even more. “Thallium, in its purest form. Banned in over a hundred countries because of its toxicity. It’s known to be colorless and odorless, and with small doses over a long period of time, it can slowly kill a human. It’s quite shocking that Mingi tasted it with ease since it cannot stay in blood for an indefinite time, so it must have been quite the amount for him to notice. It was used pretty often in our scavenging days. Easier to take out one of our rivals without being detected. Only one of us was an expert in its use.”

All of their gazes move to the opposite side of the room. You follow them, landing on Wooyoung. He doesn’t say a word, staring at you. As if he’s waiting for you to say something. But all you can do is look back, brows furrowed.

“Do you have anything to say? Perhaps defending yourself?” Hongjoong’s brow raises in anticipation. “Or will I take your silence as confirmation that you’ve been doing naughty things?”

“We were going to lose her,” his voice is lower than you’ve ever heard it. No enthusiasm like it usually has. “Was I to stand around and wait for it? I didn’t have a choice—”

His words are cut off, and you get to your feet. Jongho holds you back, a gasp falling from your lips. Yunho grips Wooyoung’s neck, pressing him against the sofa as he glares down at him. You watch as blood spills from where he pierces his skin, dripping onto the fabric.

“Who do you think you are,” he hisses, body trembling with anger. “Did you think none of us would notice? Are you actually that stupid?”

“Yunho…” Hongjoong starts. The rest of the men in the room say nothing, only Jongho looking at you in worry, ignoring the interaction just in front of him. “Relax.”

“How can I relax when he’s sitting here cocky, knowing that he was slowly killing her? For fuck’s sake, we were together—” Yunho throws him against the couch, letting go. He pushes past Yeosang and Mingi, leaving the room.

“We should take her out of the room,” Jongho says with his eyes still on you. “We don’t want her to see—"

"I told San to bring her in here for a reason, Jongho. Do not undermine my request. She needs to see what happens when one of us makes a mistake."

“This is unnecessary,” Seonghwa says softly. He doesn’t budge from his spot though, gaze planted to the floor. The confidence that he usually radiates seems diminished, eyes low in defeat. You’ve seen more emotion from him when he was angry but seeing him so detached when one of his family members is being attacked… It only makes your stomach twist.

Of course you don’t want to see this, see Wooyoung being hurt like this. And his hurt is a bit justified. You wouldn’t retaliate this way. Not at all. Seeing him hold his neck, blood spilling from the spaces between his fingers. Completely and utterly horrid.

Hongjoong moves closer to him, hands resting on his waist. You push against Jongho again this time, but he doesn’t move an inch. Your eyes meet and he only shakes his head. A loud crack echoes around the room, and your head whips back to the two. Hongjoong’s hand hovers over Wooyoung’s face. His fingers are sullied with blood. This time you grip Jongho’s arm, moving around it and stumbling forward. You throw yourself in between them, hands up in surrender as you look at Hongjoong.

“Wait! Wait, don’t hurt him—”

“Don’t hurt him? Have you forgotten that quickly? He poisoned you, y/n. He injected you with it so that you would live for us for eternity. So that you can suffer until the brink of death. Do you understand this?”

You continue to cover Wooyoung’s body. It’s foolish, you know that. It’s silly, stupid, and idiotic. You should be glad that Hongjoong is doing this for you. Elated, even. So why does this pain reside in your heart? You should hate Wooyoung, hate his mere existence. But you could only continue to block Hongjoong, eyes stuck on Wooyoung. His face is bruised, lip bleeding profusely. Eyes moist as he looks at you, his shaky thumb brushing against your cheek.

“We can figure this out,” your voice is low. “Just don’t hurt him anymore.”

Hongjoong stands there and stares down at the two of you. You don’t hear his fading steps, leaving the rest of you in the room. Wooyoung sighs, touching his face lightly. It’s already healing, and most of the blood has dried. You move away from him, tensing when he grabs your arm.

"You're so pretty even when you worry."

“You were trying to kill me,” you say. The exhaustion of your emotions weighs on you, anger stilled into a low worry. You should be yelling right now as well as threatening to leave. Your mellowness scares even you. Have you always been this resolved? This calm knowing that he was going to murder you just so that he can stay with you longer? His unrelenting devotion is at the point of obsession, and you doubt that it’ll lessen even as the others are angry with him. “You wanted to kill me, Wooyoung.”

“It was a foolish choice,” he admits. “I thought that poisoning you and making you sick will make you decide to turn into one of us. I thought it was the right thing to do.”

“It wasn’t.”

“I realized that now,” he gives you a quick smile. “Sorry wouldn’t cover it. I can show you that I’ll change—”

“I’m leaving,” you say simply, standing. His eyes widen at that, following your stance. “I’m not staying in a place where I’ll be killed just because you care about me.”

“Peach—”

You tense at the nickname, his face dropping. A hand touches the back of your arm. You turn around, remembering that the others are still there. San looks at you with worry in his eyes.

“We want you to stay.”

“Frankly, I could care less about what you want,” you glance around, realizing that Hongjoong and Seonghwa are no longer in the room, leaving just like how Yunho did. The others try to catch your gaze themselves but you’re over it. No amount of convincing would get you to stay. “I’ll go to my parents.”

“That’s far,” Yeosang notes. Inquiring about how exactly he knows that is useless. You’re sure all of them know about things you haven’t said at all. All of the red flags were in front of you but you chose to ignore them, push them away. And that choice led you to where you are now, the feeling of being ill and tired making all the more sense.

“I’ll figure it out.”

“You’re scaring me. You sound so cold,” Jongho says softly, brows furrowed. His words make you hesitate. Him, afraid? Why should he be the one afraid when you’re in a house full of vampires watching your every move? One of them plotting to take you out? In fact, you should be running out and screaming, begging for someone to save you.

But you have to play this smart. Panicking would only alert them that you’re worried. Of course you’re completely terrified being in this room with them. But remaining as calm as you can to get out is all you can do. You don’t respond, leaving the room. Your pace is fast enough, swinging open the door of your room to grab your one luggage from the corner. You have barely anything that’s truly yours around the room, and you throw in used clothing and anything else you can find. In less than ten minutes you’re fully packed. You turn on your heels with luggage in hand. Seonghwa stands there, body shaking. Without a word, he moves close to you and rests his hands on your arms. They slowly move up your body.

He holds your face in his hands, eyes moist as he stares down at you. It terrifies you how frightened his eyes look and how desperate he is to make you listen. But it scares you even more that you’re completely willing to take his words as they are, inject them into your skin and let them travel through you. How with the mere glance of his eyes, you’re already a mess.

“I have to go, Seonghwa,” you say simply. “I can’t stay here.”

“I’ll keep you safe,” he insists, “Please.”

“I can’t—”

“Do you think I care about any of this when I won’t have you next to me?” His eyes shake, fingers trembling as he holds you. “I would rather die a thousand deaths than lose you again, doe. I don’t know what I’ll do without you here. Please.”

He’s asking you to reconsider. Your fingers hold the handle of your luggage, his low breath echoing around the room. With every ounce of will left inside of you, you back up, eyes to the floor.

“I have to go.”

“Look at me and say that, doe. Look at me and tell me you want to leave.”

Your nails dig into your palm, teeth biting the inside of your cheek so harshly you taste blood. Say it, just tell him. Tell him you’re leaving, you’re not coming back. Tell him with sureness in your voice, resolute in your tone. Tell him you’re fine with it and you’re glad to never see them again. Ignore the pain that lingers there as you see his tears fall down his cheeks, the clench of his fists when you pulled away. Say it with conviction.

“I’m not that strong,” your voice is soft. The grip on the handle loosens, bag falling to the floor. You should be running far away. Why are you letting his words get to you? Why are you succumbing to the grip he has on you? And why do you not hate it at all? “I want to leave, Seonghwa.” Your body almost crumbles on itself as your knees give way. But he’s there, like he always is. He holds you close to him before your body hits the floor, taking you in his arms. Fingers digging into his shirt, ripping holes. “I want you to let me go.”

“Oh my sweet doe, I won’t ever do such a thing. Not when I’m here to catch you,” he holds you close, “I’ll always be here for you.”

“I want to go,” you repeat like a mantra.

“Do you?” he whispers against your temple. “Do you want to go?”

No.

“Do you want to leave us?” He says again. His fingers drag along your scalp, his strokes tender. Loving. Warm. “If it is what you truly desire, I will no longer hold you back.”

“Will you learn to love another?”

His laugh is saddening as he holds you, as the two of you fall to the floor. He places you lightly against the side of your bed. You lift your head as he sits in front of you, eyes moist. How terrifyingly beautiful he looks.

“I have loved you for my entire existence, my doe. I have loved you when you’ve hated me, I’ve loved you when you held a silver knife to my throat and had me beg for my life. I’ve loved you when you’ve moaned beneath me, begging for more. I’ve known you longer than you’ve known yourself and with every breath, every drop of blood, every tear I’ve shed, I’ve loved you. My heart has known you longer than my mind. There is never a moment in which I do not think of you, adore you, yearn for you. And now you ask of me to love another? To speak another’s name? Do you believe that these eyes can rest on someone else and conceal what I’ve once felt? My sweet, I’d give you my burning ashes if you’d so desire, but my love is not something I can give to any. Your stain runs too deep for me to scrub it away.”

You swallow slowly. “You’re speaking poetry.”

“If that’s true, then should I not sue the one who stole these words from my lips?”

You place your hands on his chest, flattened. “I can’t stay here, Seonghwa. Not when my life is in danger. I can’t trust any of you.” And it’s true. If Wooyoung, the man who looked you in the eyes and told you to trust him with everything that you have, lied to you. With such ease, he drank your blood without saying a word about the poison. Brushed his lips against yours and let the secrets remain as such. Betrayal is too weak of a word to describe how you feel. “It’ll only get worse as time passes.”

“That I understand. We will no longer leave you alone with him, doe. I can assure you that. We will watch your food if you want us to, to make sure there’s nothing nefarious-”

“My parents' food is safer than anything I’d consume here.”

“Having your family involved, doe,” he trails off, shutting his eyes briefly. “Now that Sejun is known to be alive, and that we’ve killed Hanse, the danger has risen. I and the others don’t feel that it is in your best interest to leave now. Not when they’re tracking your every move. Outside of these walls, you’re vulnerable. Unprotected.”

“And what do you consider my position now, Seonghwa? Am I safe? Do you truly believe that?”

“There will always be hesitance,” he avoids your true question, eyes moved to the side. “There will always be a sense of danger. With your existence comes peril, whether minimum or otherwise. Trust is earned, that I know. So I hope that you have enough trust in me to understand that leaving to go to your parents is not a good idea. The other clan hasn’t touched your family, but there’s room for a turn. Seeing them now will only work against your favor.”

He’s right. Through all the fluff and speeches of willing you to stay, he’s right. Having your family in danger because of you isn’t what you want. But staying here isn’t an option for you. Not when just down the hallway, a vampire wants to kill you so that you’d stay with him forever. Them, forever. You haven’t even considered turning into one, so why would you allow one of them to choose for you? Seonghwa seems to notice how you crumble, a small smile slipping on his face. It’d irritate you if you weren’t so completely numb.

It seems like the longer you are here, the more you’re twisted into them. How can every ounce of your bravery, your wit, your strength, dwindle? Why can’t you just run away? Why does your heart falter when he looks at you?

Have you gone mad?

“Why can’t I rid of you?” The words fall from your lips as your hand slowly touches his cheek. It shocks you enough that you pull away, eyes wide. Seonghwa’s brows furrow as he looks down at you, confused. You push against his chest harshly and he falls back to the sheets, your change too swift for him to even notice. You grip the knife next to your bed, senses slowly coming back to you. “Who are you?”

“What—”

“You’re not Seonghwa,” you point the knife as he steps closer, hands trembling. “He’s cold. Why are you warm?”

His concerned mask slips, a devilish grin painting his lips. His hands slowly drop to the sides, tucking into his front pockets. “Ah, so you are smarter than you seem, y/n. Almost as smart as Rose, though she’d notice my trick immediately. Blink quickly, darling. You’ll see me soon enough.”

You flicker your eyes quickly, the mold of Seonghwa’s face slowly shifting. Another quick blink and you meet the eyes of the man you feared, a cocky grin only widening on his face. Your heartbeat quickens, breaths escaping you as you grip your knife. It isn’t possible. He can’t be here, there’s no reasonable explanation—

“Keep those thoughts in your head,” he touches his temple, humming. “If I hear a scream…” he pouts. “Well, you wouldn’t like what I’d do at all.”

“Why are you here? Why are you warm?” He sits on the edge of your bed, ignoring your knife. “Leave.”

He scoffs, “Leave? Leave you with them? They’re plotting your death, darling. Again. Why the fuck would I leave you with the people who killed you?”

“I—” your eyes waver, glancing at the door. There’s no time for you to run. If you shout he’d probably kill you. “I don’t know you, Sejun. Please leave.”

“How many times are you going to say the same thing? If I leave, you’re coming with me. Oh, what’s this,” he stands, moving to the wall of antiques. His fingers brush against the journals lined up on the shelves, head shifting up to eye the treasures nailed to the wall. “Interesting, leaving you in here with these. I’d doubt Rose would admire the belongings of the men she’s slept with that were killed by Hongjoong’s crew. A bit odd, even for her.”

You look to where he’s staring. Paintings and other materials are resting neatly in place, many with decades of wear and tear, mostly unrecognizable. He touches one, taking it down from its place. It’s an old compass, covered in an odd substance. You’d rather not think of exactly what it is, though you can guess.

He turns it to you, a frown on his lips. “Your father’s watch. He wore it often before he was killed. Odd, considering that Rose could never find it. Makes you wonder how they ended up in its possession.”

“What do you want?”

“What I want,” he puts it back on the shelf, “Is for you to see them for who they truly are. They’re good at manipulating you. It’s quite alarming how competent they’ve gotten at it. Though,” he shrugs, “Perhaps hundreds of years of perfecting their lies may have played a role in that. So you will come with me, darling.” He holds out his hand. Your grip on the knife tightens, but it doesn’t dissuade him at all. In fact, he only moves closer to you, other hand tucked in his pants. “Making this difficult will only hurt more for you, in the end.”

“I am not going with you.”

His grin widens, eyes darkening. “There’s my Rose.”

He takes the knife from your hands, the blade digging into his skin. Before you can let out a scream, he covers your mouth with his bloody palm, pressing it harshly against your lips. You choke on the blood spilling from the wound, his laugh loud. Your nails dig into his skin, tears rolling down your cheeks as the metallic taste fills your mouth. Your eyes flick to the door, willing for one of them, any of them, to come in and check on you. But all you see is a closed door, Sejun’s body slamming into the window as he jumps out.

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A/N: Yakuza!Meian. That’s all I am saying.

TW: guns, cursing, violence, mentions of sex, suggestive themes, blood, death by shooting (this is a very violent OneShot ya‘ll, be warned)

"What’s on your mind?" Your gentle voice interrupts Meian‘s deep thoughts, as he is looking intensely outside his window from his penthouse, only wearing a pair of black shorts.

The ravenette turns his head around to look at you, watching as you get dressed into a discarded shirt of his from your previous steamy love session.

The colors of red and orange decorate the nude parts of your skin, your beauty highlighted by the sunset. Single bite marks are scattered around your thighs, on your left side he can see a grip mark beginning to show on your hip.

Meian admires your body for a bit before he sighs and turns around again to watch the ongoing traffic below.

"There was another incident downtown near Nagai Park. Inunaki and Barnes were on patrol and now Inunaki is badly injured. They were supposed to meet up with one of our clients but instead, the Adlers ambushed them."

You frown in concern at his words, walking closer to your lover, seeing the large Golden Jackal body tattoo that covers both of his shoulders and part of his upper back. Its body is surrounded by water, fire and lightning, looking like it’s creating the elements itself.

"How is his condition?" You wrap your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his back, your head moving with every breath he takes.

"Critical but stable for the moment. I need you to do something for me."

Meian turns his whole body around and looks at you with determined eyes, making you retract your arms so he can place his hands gently around your face.

"Find out who exactly did this. I need a name and an address. Barnes said there were 3 of them but they all wore their eagle skull masks. You’re the best and stealthiest spy in the entire organization and I know I can trust you 100%." Meian rests his forehead against yours, a shuddering breath escaping him.

"My love, find the responsible person for this. Be careful and come back to me. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you."

You smile at his words, taking his hands off of your face so you can return the gesture to him. You lean up a bit to place a gentle kiss on his lips, a kiss which he eagerly returns.

"Give me three days, Shū. I promise, I won’t let you down." You whisper against his lips, feeling that they form into a smile.

"You never have. Just be careful please. I am counting on you my little doe."

With one last parting kiss, Meian lets you go, confident in your abilities that you will be able to find the traitor that knew about the meet up and told the Adlers about it.

Exactly three days later, you have the name and the adress and Meian’s first move is to hunt that person down and torture him for the pain that Inunaki has suffered through.

Inunaki is in a better condition now, still unconscious but according to their doctor, is getting better day by day.

When you texted him the name and address, Meian forwards the message to Tomas, Atsumu and Joffe, telling them to find and bring the person over in his office.

You’re sitting on Meian’s office desk, swinging your legs a bit, while your boyfriend paces like an angry tiger in a cage in his office, awaiting the return of his trusted members.

Pulling out your phone, you watch TikTok for a bit, when you hear shouts and rumbling noises coming from the hallway.

It seems like Meian hears it too because he immediately stops pacing and leans against his office desk, right next to you. A Glock 35 resting in his hands. You can see the popped up veins on his hand, a tight grip on his handgun, ready to shoot immediately. Jaw very tense, you’re scared that his teeth will crack under the pressure.

"Don’t shoot, Shū. I know you’re angry but listen to what he has to say first."

Meian grumbles but hands you the gun, which you take without hesitation.

You put the safety on but make sure that you have one in the chamber.

There is a knock on the door and Meian says that they can enter.

Not even a second later, the heavy wooden doors slam open and Atsumu walks in first, having blood spots on him but proud to have fulfilled his task.

Right after Atsumu walks in, Joffe and Tomas walk in, dragging in a middle aged man, who is a little bit more on the heavy side weight-wise. Neither Joffe or Tomas look hurt or injured.

The man looks pretty beaten up, most of his face unrecognizable due to all the beating he has gone through, no doubt caused by the three Jackal members. His once white blazer is almost torn to shreds and you can see multiple stab wounds bleeding through the fabric. Seems like he tried to put up a fight.

"We’re back boss an' we brought a guest with us. Found ‘im on the way ta the airport." Atsumu boasts, his eyes meeting yours for a second before moving his gaze down, knowing that he is technically not allowed to look at you.

Meian’s rules.

Joffe and Tomas shove the man down on the floor, looking equally angry as their boss.

The man falls directly in front of the ravenette’s feet, groaning in pain, trying to push himself onto his hands to get up.

He doesn’t get a chance to though, since Atsumu kicks into his side with great force, you’re sure you heard a rib or two crack. The man yells out in excruciating pain at the impact.

"Atsumu that’s enough, leave us." Meian sighs, a little bit calmer now.

"That’s for hurtin' our friend. Piece of shit." Atsumu growls but leaves the room.

Joffe and Tomas bow in respect and leave the room, closing the door behind them.

Meian takes slow steps towards the man, saying his name in a dark voice, that even you still get shivers from it every time you hear him talk like this.

"Toshiko Wantura. Did you really think you could run away from me without being caught? I have eyes and ears everywhere in this godforsaken country. Not to mention a beautiful, intelligent temptress who can find everyone, everywhere and at any time."

When Meian crouches down to look at the brown haired man, you put the safety off, in case Toshiko tries to pull something and your quick reflexes to dangerous situations are known in the entire prefecture of Osaka.

You doubt though that he would try anything, when you’re looking at the state of him, the boys surely have done some pre-work on the traitor. Surely, Atsumu did the most, since he had a lot of blood on him, probably from beating up Toshiko.

"I-I am sorry, i-it was not my intention-" Toshiko has to cough up some blood, staining the expensive gray carpet. Meian frowns in disgust at that sight and stands back up to stand next to you.

"Remind me to get a deep cleaning on the carpet." He leans to you and whispers it in your ear.

You nod with a giggle and Meian slightly smiles at the sound of it. He loves your laugh.

As soon as he looks back at the beaten down man, his warm expression changes immediately to a cold and angry one.

"I‘ll give you one chance. Why did you reveal our meeting spot to the Adlers?"

Toshiko remains silent, trembling with a mix of pain and fear. Nonetheless, he gets on his knees and looks between you and the boss of MSBY.

Without a warning, you use the Glock 35 and aim directly at his shoulder.

Meian doesn’t even flinch at the sound of the gun going off.

"OW! FUCKING HELL! YOU BITCH!" Toshiko screams in pain.

"Because you caught me on a good day, one more chance." Meian gets up again from his leaning position against the desk and walks around Toshiko like a predator, ready to charge and sink his fangs and claws into its prey.

The bleeding is enormous and rapidly staining more of his arm and shirt, you definitely hit an artery.

Holding onto his shoulder for dear life, Toshiko flinches as he holds his gunshot wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

You probably won’t have much time, the stab wounds and now the shoulder injury making the man paler by the minute.

"I-They p-promised to p-pay off all my debts… you have to understand… I-I was in so much debt from buying your stuff all the time… so they made me a deal…and I couldn’t refuse the offer… so they bought me a plane ticket so I can start a new life…" Toshiko shakes in fear.

Both you and the ravenette listened to his story, yet, if you fuck with Meian, you’re as good as dead.

"Hand me the gun, love." Meian says quietly.

You hand him the gun without question, knowing that Toshiko will see the light.

Meian walks towards Toshiko, you see him sweating bullets as he presses the gun to his head.

"Any last words?"

"P-P-Please, have mercy-" He stammers but his plead was cut off, as Meian pulls the trigger.

Toshiko falls over, the front of his body leaving a loud 'thump' as his head collides with the floor.

Blood starts to pool from him, leaving him in a huge puddle.

Meian sighs deeply, putting the safety on before turning around to look at you with his dark orbs.

"Shame. He was a good costumer until he ratted us out."

"One person isn’t going to decrease our sales, Shūgo. Also, he had it coming. Trying to run away from the yakuza? They can find you anywhere." You explain and watch as he steps closer to you.

It’s quiet for a few moments, until you speak again.

"You know, your fury and revenge for Inunaki are a huge turn-on." You say, while the ravenette cages you in, while you’re sitting on his desk, putting the gun down next to you.

"Are they now?" Meian smirks and you return a grin of your own, his pupils dilating with a hunger that you recognize in a heartbeat.

Leaning back on the desk, you scooch back a bit to fully lean back and Meian follows you, putting his hands next to your head and pressing rough kisses against your neck.

"You seriously want to fuck me while a corpse just a few feet away from us?" You giggle as his lips moved up towards your awaiting lips, a blissful sigh escapes him as soon as his lips touched yours.

"Oh please, we've done it at more… 'inconvenient' places and times. You remember how I made you scream my name on the dirty, bloody torture device table after I was done taking that one slime bag apart?" He mumbles between your lips.

"That was just last week, Shūgo." You giggle some more and Meian begins to pull your shirt up, caressing your soft skin.

"Mhm, how the year flies by." The big man says completely distracted by your scent and your sexy body.

You just lay back and enjoy, getting ravished by Shūgo Meian, yakuza boss of MSBY and a man completely enamored by his beautiful partner in crime.

@osamusriceballz @rukia-uchiha-98

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyū!!#hq x reader #haikyuu meian #meian x reader #meian shugo #msby #hq msby #msby x reader #haikyuu msby #msby black jackal #black jackals #yakuza #yakuza!meian #yakuza!au #miya atsumu

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awmancreeper · 11 months

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♡Lonely Boy Will Stay Lonely?. 17 - Y/n’s Youngluv era>>>

--❣︎ StayC’s Y/n is notorious for being K-pop’s social butterfly and making friends comes rather easy for her. When she’s asked to be an MC for Inkigayo, one of her co-hosts doesn’t seem too pleased to be working with her. This unknown feeling sparks a drive to become the bestest of friends with him but from the looks of it, he’ll fight her the whole way there.

Masterlist / prev / next

!!written parts!!

You put your phone down finishing up your business on Twitter. Sitting on the couch as your mc partners got their clothes/makeup touched up, you looked down at your hands nervously fiddling with the black arms warmers you had on.

“All done!” One of the makeup artists said allowing Kai to stand from the chair. He looked over at Jisung who was chatting with one of his members that came along today so he decided to not join that conversation. That left you

The aura in the room was quiet everyone doing their job in silence. Your leg bounced up and down, you were nervous and discouraged. After the MC special stage, you felt like you had fumbled it not being able to hold Kai’s shoulder in the bridge even though you were center. instead, your hand hovered awkwardly over his back nowhere near his shoulder where your other arm sat perfectly over Jisung’s shoulders. Easy to say you were disappointed with yourself and now you had to get ready for the MC introduction.

Kai secretly looked over at you. You hadn’t spoken since the incident of last night, both of you only talking to Jisung but not each other. This awkwardness resulted in the three of you not doing a practice run before the actual stage, even though y’all did well it wasn’t as fun and natural as when at rehearsals.

Although he’s only known you for two weeks, he does know you take pride in your dancing and tend to be self-critical. Also, you looked like a sad puppy messing with your arm warmer.

He sighed and walked over to you sitting on the same couch (just on the other side). This made you stiffen up, still feeling embarrassed for what had happened. This was odd, you always seem to find a way to start a conversation, especially with Kai but there you were lips sealed.

Kai lowkey felt bad, I mean he’s never gone raving about his celebrity crush to his friends but he does know what it’s like to feel embarrassed plus you messed up on stage. He just felt like he needed to reassure you.

“You did really well” his voice startled you but eventually you relaxed. You sighed taking your face into your hands “Don’t lie to me” a muffled voice came from your hands.

You peeked through your fingers to see Kai giving you a soft smile. You sat up a bit tucking a long piece of fringe behind your ear “Thanks but I know I could’ve done better” You returned a smile but it came out rather lopsided. “There’s always next time” he said with a chuckle and you followed but it quickly died down.

“Hey Kai, I’m sorry about the whole Soobin thing. It probably made you uncomfortable-“ but Huening Kai waved you off “No it’s completely fine,” he said nonchalantly “Really?”

He nodded “I guess I kinda overreacted calling you creepy and stuff” You raised a brow “You called me creepy?” But he just ignored you and continued on “But it’s pretty cool to know that you’re an actual fan of us… well I hope all of us” You giggled

The whole green room looked over at you and Kai seeing you giggle. It was the the aura of the room completely switched up being more livelier, the staffs were talking and joking around, Ji and his member Chenle spoke a bit louder and somehow the music that was playing in the background sounded more prominent. Even Kai could’ve sworn he saw the flowers bloom outside.

He smiled finally understanding the power of your smile or laugh

He wanted more of it

“I promise it’s all of you” you joked covering your smile with your hand “well not in a crazy way I swear, and I won’t fan girl in front of you”

He nodded “you don’t have to, I’m fine it”

“Plus what kinda a friend would I be if you couldn’t be yourself around me”

You felt your cheeks heat up “you’re my friend?” You questioned while he looked over at you like you were dumb “well yeah I thought you-“

You stood up “YAY!!” Throwing yourself over kai engulfing him in a hug. Everyone look over shocked as you were practicing were on top of Kai. Even Hyuka was shook this being the first time you actually hugged him.

His hands froze under you “o-okay that’s enough” he tried to speak out but his red face caught a glimpse of Jisung over your shoulder “y’all cuddling without me?” The next thing you both knew a new weight was added on top.

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vodika-vibes · 23 days

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Hello my dear! Tis I, 💋 anon here to celebrate 500 followers with you!!

Can I please have topaz (affectionate love) with Fixer in the winter, please? I think sending Fixer to get a list of ingredients for baking more cookies while the reader gets started on the first batch would be a cute story idea.

I can’t wait to see what you come up with! Pen and sword, my dear!

Love,

💋 anon

@kiss-anon

Easier

Summary: Fixer loves you, and wants to make your life easier, in any way that he can.

Pairing: Clone Commando Fixer x GN!Reader

Word Count: 590

Prompt: Topaz - Affectionate Love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I wasn't able to squeeze in winter here, unless you wanna picture that they're preparing for a Life Day party. It didn't make sense since they were inside the whole time. Sorry

“I’m back!”

You look up from where you’re eyeing the bowl of half formed dough critically, a small smile crossing your face at the familiar voice echoing through your home.

You hear the quiet sound of boots being kicked off, and then Fixer is standing in the kitchen, unpacking the bags. “I got everything you needed. And then some.”

“You didn’t need to do that,” You note as you walk over to him and slide your arms around his waist from behind, burying your face in his back and inhaling the fresh, clean scent of him, before you peek around him, “What extra did you get?”

He glances at you, a small smile on his lips, before he lightly tugs you under his arm and presses a light kiss to the top of your head, “Well, I got everything on your list.” He motions to the eggs and the small bottle of vanilla, “But I also bought you some ice cream,” He gestures to the carton of speciality ice cream you prefer, “some breading for the chicken tomorrow. And,” He picks up a bag of what you thought was chocolate chips, but, now that you’re looking at it properly, you realize that they’re peanut butter chips.

“Ooh,” You take the bag thoughtfully, “If I mix these with the chocolate chips I already have-”

Fixer chuckles and tugs the bag from your hand, setting it back on the table, “I thought you might agree that it was a good idea.”

“You always have the best ideas,” You praise him with a broad grin, drawing an almost shy smile to his lips, “I love you.” You breath out, almost to yourself, though based on the way that his cheeks darken, you weren’t quiet enough.

“Love you more,” Fixer replies, as he lightly cups your face with his hands, “Every,” He presses a kiss against your lips, “Single,” Another kiss, “Inch.” A third kiss.

And by that point your giggling and have your hands pressed over his, “Fixer-”

“Mm?”

“You can be such a sap sometimes.” You say through your giggles.

His eyes gleam with mischief, a look reserved for you and you alone, and his hands drop to your waist before he spins you away from the table and into the middle of the kitchen.

You squeal, and then dissolve into laughter as he sinks you into a dip, his arms secure around you. You never have to worry about falling when he’s around.

“Fixer! I have to get back to the cookies!”

“What? I’m not allowed to dance with my perfect cyare?” He teases as he pulls you back up and catches your lips in a deep kiss.

“If,” You’re interrupted by a press of his lips against yours again, “the party, Fixer-” You mumble against his lips as he draws you even closer.

“We won’t be late.”

“But the cookies!”

“My rotten brothers don’t deserve your cookies,” He counters as he twirls you in his arms, and then draws you back against him.

“But then we’ll be the only ones not bringing something-” You point out, gasping when he interrupts your statement with another heated press of his lips against yours.

“They get the pleasure of your company.” Fixer corrects with a grin.

“You’re impossible.” You say with a sigh.

“True.” He doesn’t sound the least bit apologetic about it either.

So you giggle and stand on your toes to kiss him gently, “Will you help me finish the cookies?”

His smile is warm and adoring, “Anything you want, cyare.”

#star wars #tcw #vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration #clone commando fixer x reader #fixer x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #gn!reader fic #answered asks

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dreamsnails · 8 months

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Hi! Im kinda new to tumblr and asking fanfic requests so please let me know if im doing something wrong! So I have a request for a sal fisher x GN reader (preferably headcanons but if you'd be more comfortable doing a oneshot that's also completely fine!) Where the reader doesn't really have any friends and has pretty extreme social anxiety? Like, they have hard time speaking in front of people they just met and get really fidgety and even sometimes have panic attacks? And they just really want to have friends and they get really mad at themself for not being able to keep or start friendships. Again sorry if I've made a mistake with requesting!

Oh boy, this one hits oddly close to home. I actually wrote (but then scrapped) a whole vent fic about Sal comforting someone (me specifically but I formatted it to be for anyone) who had a really rough day and is now thinking about every little embarrassing thing to ever happen to them but they don't know how to process or vent those emotions by themselves. I might go back and try to finish that and post it later if you're interested in fluff content like that, but for now here are my headcanons for this specific situation. I really hope you like them.

In Public:

He’s always holding your hand. He makes sure to gently rub his thumb over the top of your hand, especially when he notices your warning signs.

He never ever speaks over you, even if you’re taking a while to say what you mean.

He always invites you to hang out with his friends if he’s going to. If you don’t want to he won’t try to push you.

He will 100% complain about your order at a restaurant for you, but if you’re worried about causing a scene he always orders something you like for himself so you can switch if they mess up your food.

He carries little fidgets like small fidget cubes and magnetic beads in his pocket so you can have something to focus on when you’re overwhelmed or overstimulated.

He comforts you and praises you quietly and away from people after you interact with receptionists or cashiers or strangers, especially if you feel you had a particularly bad interaction. He understands how much extra energy it takes you to communicate with others.

He understands if you can’t find the energy to do those things, too. He’ll talk for you if you ask him to and he would never criticize you for not being able to speak to someone. He’s proud of you for wanting to try regardless of if you succeed or not.

He immediately removes you from crowded areas if you happen to have a panic attack in a public space. He’ll comfort you in whichever way you need. He has an arsenal of tools that you both brainstormed together to help you recover, and he’ll let you decide if you want to go home or continue in public after you do.

He goes to your doctor’s appointments with you for moral support.

In Private:

He will hold you forever if you will it.

He will also give you plenty of space if you're overstimulated by too much physical contact.

RESPECTS. YOUR. BOUNDARIES. He NEVER pushes you when you're not comfortable with something-- from him touching you, to you not wanting to go somewhere, to you not feeling comfortable speaking to him at a particular moment. He knows you need patience and compassion and he gives you ALL of it.

He gave you his cellphone number, his dad’s number, his landline number, and Larry’s cellphone number so you can reach him no matter what when you need him.

He lets you borrow his shirts so that you have a part of him to comfort you when he can’t be around and he rotates them so they always smell like him.

He writes you little notes about how much he loves you and how proud of you he is and hides them around your room when he visits for you to find later.

He’ll cater to your every need if you have an especially hard day at work or school. He’ll come over and build you a blanket fort, get you your favorite drink, and play your favorite games with you until you feel better.

When you become upset with yourself for struggling to talk to people and relate to people, he is always there to remind you about all of the amazing things he loves about you. He also lets you know how much he and his friends enjoy hanging out with you, and that they are your friends no matter what other people think about you.

If a friendship of yours falls out, he’s the first to remind you that you tried your best and that all relationships take two to last. There are people who love and care about you just the way you are, like him, Larry, and Ash (and your family, if you have a good relationship with them). Everything will be okay.

Even if it feels like nobody in the world cares about you, he will, no matter what.

#sally face x reader #sally face #sal fisher #sally face fandom #sally face headcanons #sally face fluff #fluff #headcanon

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oleander-nin · 7 months

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Wolf In Sheep's Clothing(Yan! ROTTMNT x defiant reader)

A/N, not important: I just assumed 'dangerous' meant they fought back(aka, defiant). Also I wrote this in math class lmao. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: drugging(Donnie), kidnapping, manipulation, harm to reader, breaking bones, threatening nature, unconsentual touching(non-sexual), dark themes, abusive themes, food restriction/forced starvation as punishment, yandere themes

Words: 1244

Summary: The Yan ROTTMNT boys deal with a reader who's personality switches from sugary sweet to downright defiant.

Mikey:

He’s severely disappointed after he kidnaps you and you start to snap back. He tries to fall into his personas and talk it through with you, but gets severely frustrated at your pushback. He nearly cries when you try to hurt him.

He chains you to him, not wanting to be far from you. He’s convinced you’re just scared, and that you need reassurance. If you’re always with him, he can give it at a moment's notice.

He tries to win you over with food. You’re constantly fed your favorites and pampered to no end by him. Anything you want, he’ll try and get. He wants to bribe his way back into your heart, not seeing a single thing wrong with how he’s acting.

When you start to get heated, he pulls you close and wraps his chains around you to keep you from lashing out. He just situates you on the couch or his bed depending on where you both are and cuddles you until you calm down. He’ll make you sit with him for hours if he deems it necessary.

Freaks out everytime you try to hit him. He tries to convince himself it’s an accident for months. You’re so sweet, you would never do something like that to him. Once he realizes you’re lashing out and trying to hit him on purpose? He gets pissed.

He’ll strip you of all your old luxuries, taking away something you enjoy with every hit. Soon you’re not allowed any entertainment other than Mikey, being left with nothing to do but talk to him. He gives you less complicated meals, serving you the same thing he makes for the rest of his family instead of whatever you’re craving.

And if your anger still persists? He’ll tie you down and keep you isolated, only letting you see him and be in his room. He’ll break you down eventually, and he’s willing to wait.

Donnie:

Is completely unimpressed with your change in attitude. He treats you more as an unruly child than a person with valid feelings and wants. If you start complaining about a rule he set, he’ll just reexplain his reasons and shut you down when you argue. He’s the genius, he’s the one in the right.

Tries to keep you under check and placate you swiftly. He doesn’t want to deal with this version of you, he wants his love back. He’ll stop at nothing to get you back.

He’ll try setting up a reward system at first, wanting to not go straight into punishments. You’ve only been here for a few days, so he assumes you just don’t know better. He’ll reward what he deems as good behavior with sweets, time with him, or time doing your own thing. He wants to keep you happy and stimulated so you’ll appreciate him.

Drugs you the first time you try to fight him. He’ll experiment with different doses until he’s keeping you under some drug almost 24/7. If you won’t listen, he’ll just fix you himself. By keeping you too tired to fight back, he finds it much easier to hold you and love you. He’s able to keep you under his thumb fairly easily.

Takes you off the drugs once a week to see how much progress you made. If you’re still too much of a hassle, he’ll drug you again and wait a while. He doesn’t want to rush it.

Isn’t afraid to break a few fingers if you keep trying to fight. He’ll make you sick or break a leg once you get too unruly for his tastes. He’s not one to let bad behavior slide.

He’ll slowly work at making you calmer, trying to bring you back to your old personality. He loves you and is willing to work with you, wanting to bring you back to your old self. He isn’t going to lose you.

Raph:

He didn’t expect a thing. You were always so sweet, he was astonished when he saw how hard you were fighting him. Your constant punches and harsh words made him upset. He thought this would be a smooth transition, and he was harshly mistaken.

He tries so hard not to snap back. Seeing you fight him despite having almost no chance of winning was amusing at first, especially with your kind demeanor, but he can only take so much.

He’ll keep you tied and gagged in an attempt to keep the fighting down. He’ll pretend you’re fine, that you weren’t hurtling insults and curses at him just moments before.

If you actually get a hit on him, he’ll go quiet. He’ll throw you in his room and keep it locked, leaving you alone for hours on end. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but you make it so hard to hold himself back.

But if he loses his temper, and isn’t able to walk away? You’re going to find just how hard a genetically modified weapon of war can punch. He’ll probably break your arm by accident, not even noticing. He’ll grab you and yell, his grip getting tighter without him noticing. He doesn’t let go until you’re sobbing on the floor.

He really didn’t mean to hurt you, honest. Just listening to you tell him how much you hated him day after day made him snap. He can still take care of you, he just needs you to accept your place with him.

He’s constantly paranoid about you escaping. You’re too volatile to be trusted, so you’re either in his sight, or locked down tight. He’d be devastated to lose you. He just wants you to love him, and go back the way you were. You might want to hurry up though. Raph isn’t known for his patience.

Leo:

He knew it would happen and saw the signs. During his months of stalking, he saw how you got when you felt threatened or spited. He was prepared for the backlash when he took you. He was ready to smother the fire out.

He tries to give you a decent amount of leeway with your insults. He’s hurt you would say all these things, but he’s hoping if he shows he’s not a threat, you’ll calm down. Until you start fighting physically.

The first time you try to punch Leo, you're not allowed to eat for three days. He ties your arms behind your back and holds you close, squeezing tighter in warning every time you try to squirm away. He wants you to feel safe with him, but he refuses to let you steamroll over him. He’s ready to fight back.

If you ever get a good hit, or try to majorly harm him, he’ll break your hand. He’s tired of your resistance, and just wants you to love him. If you fearing him gives him an opening to your heart, he’ll jump for it. He’s not too picky about how you fall in love, just that you do.

Is constantly holding you or touching you. He’s treating you like a feral cat, trying to get you used to him by exposure. In his mind, you’re just frightened, so if he can get you used to him and his presence, you’ll soften back up.

Guilt trips and gaslights you to no end. He’s constantly telling you how he’s in the right, and that he’s only punishing you because of your behavior. He promises he’ll be sweeter once you do the same.

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hanatagami · 1 year

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Batfam! Reader x Platonic! Damian Wayne - cuddle sessions

this is probably some wishful out of characterness but i dont really care, i just want some fluffy damian sibling time in my life screw capitalization

and please dont look at the tags i dont know if im doing them right

i also haven’t checked for grammar errors

so im gonna show a damian under some very specific conditions

its gonna take you being a very affectionate person

but also someone who doesn’t tease, or knows when not to cause if you do it even once this is never happening again

its gonna take him being absolutely completely sure you wont tease him, or utter a single word about it to anybody in the house

he also has to be completely sure you won’t say no, like 120% sure you won’t say no

heres what i think thats gotta happen for cuddly sibling damian

first is to show an example of how much you want to crush him with affection but don’t because he wouldn’t like it

the scenario i imagine to start this is a competition between all the wayne siblings

the winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser

you are the fortune winner, damian is the unfortunate loser

well he wouldve been unfortunate if it was anyone else

ignoring all the suggestions from the others that would most certainly piss damian off, you already had your heart set on something

“You gotta let me hug you for an entire minute!”

silence

que jason laughing (just ignore him)

the others get a big smile on their face for multiple reasons i dont feel like getting into

but damian grumbles and reluctantly steps up to you

(dick is in charge of the timer)

you crouch down and proceed to wrap him in what you want to make the best hug in the world

you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him to your chest, cradling his head in your arms

you gave a good amount of squeeze, a good comforting amount of squeeze

you don’t think you’d get a chance like this again, damian would never let himself lose again no matter what it takes if you have a good chance of winning

lost in the feeling of finally being able to smother your youngest sibling with affection you didnt really take notice of his reaction

you didnt notice how his body melted into your embrace (though only just a bit)

you didn’t feel how his breath on your neck began to slow down and relax

or how his eyes began to droop halfway

you were lost in your own little word- and so was he

in fact when dick decided to break you out of your trance, it seems you both had gone passed the promised time without realizing

you had assumed damian was keeping count and would shove you off immediately after it hit the 60 second mark

but he didnt

and by the embarrased look on his face you could see he had MEANT to, but for some reason forgot

you had never seen his composure so broken as jason took the chance to immediately poke fun at him

(tho damian didn’t know that jason was also a secretive fan of hugs from you)

it was a good time 10/10 would hug again

lets skip a bit

but just know theres been a lot of thinking while damian has been on his lonesome

he liked your hug a lot more then he thought he would

it was so warm and comforting and he had found himself unconsciously leaning into it

his mother wasn’t an affectionate person, being an assassin didn’t allow such luxuries

bruce wasn’t much better, though he tried to be

and by the time his siblings and him got any kind of close he was already uncomfortable with such affections

he never realized how truly touch starved he was cause at this point in his life he didn’t see why he would indulge in such niceties, it was unpleasant

but it more pleasant then he expected, and he had let his guard down which was a critical mistake in both assassination and vigilantism

but there was an itch he now couldn’t scratch with that mindset

he’d been going back and forth with himself for days about asking you to hug him again

(cause lord knows he wasn’t asking anyone else)

and after a particularly stressful day, people at school just bugging the hell out of him, and not being allowed to go out on patrol that night cause bruce noticed his stress

and damian could only assume bruce thought he’d take it out on criminals

which damian was too proud to admit was possible

So imagine your surprise when Damian just bursts into your room, slams the door shut, and turns towards you with his eyes squeezed shut and his arms out

now this is what i meant about teasing and joking, a teasing “no” or any other funny comment and he’ll be humiliated and outta there faster then he was in and he will never come back

its a good thing you knew that right?

you couldn’t help the smile that spread on your face as you approached him and gently wrapped your arms around him

you could tell he was grateful you didn’t say anything

you’d have to guess he has been wanting this for a minute cause it didn’t take him long to completely snuggle up into you

You hadn’t realized he was so craving of affection, and you hazard a guess he hadn’t known either

it was a couple minutes before he broke away from you

when he looked up and saw your warm smile he turned completely red and sped out the door

how cute!

and now to your greatest hopes, it had started becoming a common occurrence!

your youngest brother is now actively seeking out your affection and its an incredible feeling

after the first couple times you had actually gotten him to speak to you during or after

and then a couple times after that, you had gotten him to stop speeding out of your room

he came the most at night, after dinner when everyone would be too busy working or in their room to notice his venture to yours

it was now common for you to silently hug him with one arm with him sat with you in your chair while doing homework or studying for college

or when you play something he’ll sit in front of you and let you rest your head on his

one of your favorite memories is him falling asleep on your lap on accident and him being so embarrassed when he woke up he pretended to still be asleep

you could feel the heat in his face so you decided to do him a favor and pretend you hadn’t noticed and instead moved him to your bed

though you couldn’t help the small kiss you planted on his forehead, knowing he couldn’t bring it up without outing himself

he’ll have to live with it

and you were surprised to find out he was the kind of brother who would sneak into your room at night

now you never caught the reason why, but you at least knew he didn’t want you to know

he came in and laid next to you when you were “sleeping” and left before you “woke up”

you assumed he was facing some inner demons when he did this, and wanted the small comfort but didn’t want the embarrassment of waking you up and asking you

you and alfred now have a hidden code, not that alfred knows (he probably does but you didnt tell him, but you were sure him and bruce had noticed and got a good idea as to what was happening)

well its not much of a code but when alfred asks for you or damian for one thing or another, you can send him something along the lines of “hey, ive got damian helping me with something” and alfred seems to get it and leaves you two alone for now

im not gonna say how, you and damian dont even know he does, but bruce has pictures

which is crazy cause you’ve never taken one, even while damian is asleep, cause this isn’t something your ruining

but bruce has pictures and he keeps them safe and secure for only him and alfred to see

seeing damian be so close to you makes him so happy

not that he’d say, him and damian are alike in that way

but alfred knows though

he always knows

#batman #wayne family adventures #damian wayne #batfam #x reader #gender neutral reader #fluff #platonic #batfam x reade #damian wayne x reader

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