#ram x female oc
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Abhi na jao chod kar ke dil abhi bhara nahi.....
[ ram x female reader ]
summary - when your husband loves you too much that it started to get visible in every action of his and the heart cherishes the feeling of unconditional and hopeless long lasting bond you both share... [ fluff lots and lots of fluff ]
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No one's p.o.v.....
The sun started to set earlier than the usual in Delhi these days.
winters striked the capital quicker and the atmosphere was causing the bones to get freezed in the chilly air. it looked like mother nature was having mood swings these days.
the greenery of the distant rooftops shined because of pearl drops of dew covering them.
Green plants looked refreshed and newly bloomed flowers attracted bees in such a surreal way that the atmosphere looked heavenly .
Sun provided enough warmth but not that enough to get rid of the cold that was threatening to put the body on freeze.
Distant rooftops glowed like blush pink loaves of bread scattering the hue of reddish and orange tint across the wet pavement of the roads shined through the street lamps illuminating the wet cold roads, as if making it look like engulf in flames.
the faint noises of kids playing under the giant black sky .
and the mothers and women of houses wrapped up in warm shawls shared evening talks with a cup of chai in their hands while watching over their kids.
the capital looked quiet peaceful and it looked like everyone was contented and happy as a peaceful environment engulfed everything and everyone.
whereas the men were engrossed in talking about how the world was changing and the politics was taking place in the changing world of cultures and traditions.
the brown eyed man walked silently sighing taking a deep breath lost in the void of his mind the never ending silent thoughts of his made him get trapped inside his own head. as he came across the door of his house as he stepped inside taking a small shaky breath a sense of calm and serenity passed his quiet yet loud mind .
the smell of sandalwood and jasmine hit his nostrils making him feel very calm and relaxed all of a sudden as a big yet tired yet so beautiful smile spread across his face, as if his soul found its solace all of a sudden the smell always ready to send him in comfort providing so much comfort and warmth that he just wanted nothing but to immerse himself in it.
his exhausted eyelashes closed as his irises dilated a bit searching for certain someone he needed after such a tiring and bad day that was the person his heart craved the presence of and soul surrendered to. passing through the living room he sighed as the familiar warmth of his home the essence of his comfort zone fit in a comfortable silence echoed inside the walls of his house.
his eyes desperately and impatiently searched for his wife.. as he came inside the another room and passing through the dining hall he found her and his steps halted a bit, and breath hitched in his throat.
as if every time he saw her he fell in love with her all over again it was always visible in his actions and behavior that how much he loved his wife his ardhangini his better half and his forever.
he loved her so much that sometimes it physically hurted sometimes she was his heaven on earth and his only thing to be his everything. he always prayed and wished to vishwanath watching upon him to keep his wife safe and healthy he always prayed for her well being because she was all that mattered .
that always made sense' that only made and keep him sane no words in the world were capable and beautiful enough to describe the love Ram felt for his wife, if he could give her one thing in life it was always going to be the ability to see herself through his eyes only then she could be able to realize that how special she was for him. and what her existence meant in his life.
because at the end of the day she was the person he wanted to come home to, the person he wanted to tell how his day went, the person he wanted to share his happiness, sadness, the frustration and success the sorrows and everything with she was his comfort place after all.
they were arranged it was all just awkward and strange in the start but she was enough she was the one he always needed she was doing amazing things to him.
she had a smile that could easily change the world, that could do more than she could ever think of and more she was always more than she thought.
he knew he might not be able to tell her everyday but she meant the whole world to him the day she stepped her lakshmi like steps in his life changing everything for forever for something meaningful and beautiful .
he never realized how much she felt like home to him until he found himself thinking about ho much he wished she could be with him the times hadn't been.
thinking about how he wanted to experience every damn kind of emotions ups and downs and problems and adventures of the life, the fight he had for his land for his people for his nation with her by his side the saying -
" home is whenever i am with you" had never been more clearer to him . she as his home and he was homesick without her.
She made him feel human again, her touch, her laughter her breath everything showed him what it was like to be a person a living breathing human being.
she came into his life at a time when it looked like everything was going to be finished when everything was against him, everything would kill him. She showed him everything he had to live and fight for.
In that short period he called her his she made him feel like there were galaxies in his veins, and the stars made their home in his eyes.
He was forever grateful for the universe and the Vishwanath for bringing her to him for being his wife his better half his everything.
his hopelessly in love with my wife demeanor was factually visible in that sweet smile of his, the loose lazy relaxed walking and a calm look in his chocolaty brown eyes.
that seemed to shine even more now seeing his priyatama looking like an enchanting apsara.
she looked like a blooming flower refreshing and soothing despite coming from such a cold weather just entering in the house seeing his wife made all his senses wash away.
like a wave of sea taking away everything ready to hold him in the home of her arms kiss his forehead lovingly and hold his hands in hers never letting him go. saving him from the world saving him from himself. from the demons inside his own head.
"Ram?" he snapped out from the reverie of his thoughts upon hearing the sweet soothing voice reaching to his ear like honey being poured right into his ear drums.
he was definitely unconditionally, irrevocably, and hopelessly so in love with the woman standing there in a red saree.
he gave her a big beautiful smile of his which was only reserved for her to see. because no one else in this whole world had the capability of making ram feel such way the way his wife made him feel.
his heart swelled with joy, seeing her lips stretching in the same grin as soon as her eyes found her husband .
The one her heart and soul yearned for and the one she was surrendered to.
The red cotton fabric hugged her body as if the cloth was made only for her. increasing the vibrancy of her soft tan skin shining under the golden bulb of their bedroom.
And her eyes looked like flames engulfed in fire urging him to lost himself in those kohl decorated beautiful eyes.
putting the clothes down she was folding on the bed .and keeping the already folded ones in the closet she smiled softly at her husband.
walking towards him as he sighed taking a deep breath oh how he could do anything in his power to make her smile like that every moment for his life.
that damn smile his most favorite thing to witness in the whole world whenever she smiled it was like the universe was in peace.
" how was your day bangaram ?" he smiled softly before engulfing her in a sweet tight embrace closing his eyes taking a contended sigh.
the meaning of this hug was unexplainable as it held the emotions he was so bad at expressing sometimes, but was able to make her feel what he actually held for her in his heart.
the sweet smell of gandharraj and sandalwood the smell of her. that scent that was the reason for his peace of mind and there he stood holding his everything in his arms.
" shouldn't i be asking that question ?" she chuckled hugging him back with the same love and willingness that he did sighing in peace closing her eyes as well. The hug.
This hug... ram held her more tighter he had once read in a novel that it was just about one person . and one day there would be a person who was going to hug him in such a way that all his broken pieces would be fixed back together.
the female was sure of one thing nothing was more right nothing felt more home than being in his arms.
she had seen him she had been with him since day one . though it wasn't like same as now but still he was someone she could tell without doing or saying anything that she was blessed to have him as her partner. if he really thought that he could bear her for the rest of his life she as ready to surrender her soul that was his.
in his eyes she could see ruins of scarred heart mystery tragedies. but for her that was what made him beautiful the way he could bear replicas of his yesterdays, the way he put it in display making him present more vibrant and astonishing and as he was amidst every chaotic day. the one thing she was always fond of was his eyes.
Ram's eyes... those brown almond eyes, he had wonderful eyes not the type which always drowned her in, but the type which made her feel a little more alive.
the one's which always looked cold but deep inside give warmth they were beautiful they made her beautiful . but sometimes beneath those long lashes and brown irises she could see the emotions or the things which he never told.
some fears, and some regrets the silence narrated stories with the soft roaring waves, it held so many secrets so many lies as well which he hated to tell as well.
something that was imperfectly perfect for her she found herself falling like never before . she found something in his nothing something she needed to hold on some fears some tears and some illusions maybe that she never wanted to end.
she held him letting him take his time she knew he didn't like speaking all together but took time in pieces. so she just hugged him not saying anything letting him hold her. she caressed his hair locks running her soft fingers through them.
" had a bad day ?" she whispered softly rubbing his back soothingly while he just sighed nodding a bit pulling her more close if possible the woman in red smiled a bit " its okay you are okay everything is fine" she smiled.
her words calmed him down actually as he broke the hug holding her shoulders giving her a soft nod " what about you ?" he asked she knew he didnt wanted to talk about it, so she didn't forced him to.
that's the thing Ram admired most about her she never forced him or pestered him to do something he didn't wanted to, and always supported him in every decision of his . she knew when to stay silent when to not ask much about anything and when to just listen to him.
" working on a new article they are confiscating the plantation fields of farmers in eastern side making estate businesses for the company illegally that's what i am working on. "
she told him smiling a bit her eyes were tired but an exhausted smile still played on her lips. this was the another thing Ram loved about his wife she was independent.
and she knew to speak about bad and unjust he always supported her decision of working even when society didn't liked and let women work outside of the house.
so being the senior editor in newspaper publications . the male couldn't be more happier and proud of his wife. she was perfect in every possible way and working for better causes for their motherland in fact even encouraged other women as well .
he frowned a bit " are you tired bangaram ? is the work being too much ?" he asked in a soft tone caressing her cheek looking down at her.
she shook her head shaking her head " no i am fine don't worry " she chuckled giving him a reassuring look patting his cheek as he nodded a bit he knew she could get exhausted by working all day, and then doing the house chores as well .
Ram was never a person who acted like that dominant husband giving orders to their wives he was always so supportive and helpful.
he always helped his wife in household work and that increased the love and respect she had for him . More than she could ever imagine from cooking and cleaning to everything he always was a big help and the female couldn't be more lucky for having such a perfect man like Ram.
" you get fresh i will serve the dinner " she nodded walking towards the kitchen to serve the dinner, but he caught her wrist pulling her back shocking her through the core as she baffled looking at him with wide eyes .
" ram!' she exclaimed in surprise and shocked tone not expecting this from her usually shy husband he chuckled wrapping an arm around her waist .
" stay for a bit ?" he asked softly looking in her eyes giving her a tender smile before laying down on the bed putting his head on her lap. she looked down flushing more red sighing taking a deep breath running her hands through his hair giving him a smile .
" guess we both are tired ?" she asked looking down at him while he hid his face in her torso as her saree felt so comfortable isn't that what he wanted to live for all his life?
he felt so serene and calm . " we do" he nodded muttering softly while she chuckled " well my husband i need to prepare dinner let me go" she tried cupping his cheek .
while he looked up at her smiling looking at her with so much love and affection, that she turned away smiling slightly shaking her head as her cheeks turned a shade of red .
" god you look so beautiful when you blush " he whispered making her sigh " stop it now okay ?" she look at him as her lips threatening to break into a shy smile.
" can't help it when i got such gorgeous wife ?" he said tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear going all in awe with the beauty she possessed.
" ram please god " she looked at him giving him an amused smile " okay okay fine" he chuckled getting up sitting and looking at her . " go and get fresh i have put your clothes on the nearby cabinet of washroom" she rushed out so as to not show her blushing face making him laugh .
these small moments were the one's he always cherished . with all his might these moments were the one's that made their life more beautiful and she was the only thing that gave him a reason to live .
oh how his heart always started to throb in his chest whenever she was around and near him she was all he needed to live and survive.
" oh come on its nothing its just some vegetables i can cut them will you stop now ?"
The female put her hands on her hips shaking her head t her husband because he was so stubborn he never listened "its okay let me help its just some vegetables right ? Then what's wrong if I help?" he took the knife and plate from her as the brown eyed female huffed.
She knew he would never listen so she turned back towards the kitchen to fry the fresh pooris.
" You know I like helping you in household chores" she heard him saying as she sighed shaking her head with a smile " and you amuse me sometimes because of how good you are ?" She chuckled kneading a dough of the flour.
When a hand came to get her strands of Hair behind her ear a kiss was being planted on her right cheek. " I am no good I am just doing a normal thing and helping your wife isn't a big deal." he smiled as she turned to look at him her eyebrows raised.
The usual shy husband was acting so bold of a sudden what's wrong suddenly?
Her breath hitched in her throat as her hands stopped their moments and she turned to look at him only to find him already staring shaking her head at his antics. " there is something seriously wrong with you today "
she sighed as hearing that hearty chuckle erupted so many butterflies in her stomach she admired him for a moment. .
" I don't know just found you so pretty today" The female was compelled to roll her eyes to mask her blushing face at that moment . as she put the dough aside giving him a look and turned towards the cabinets to take some other stuff out.
" what do you mean? I don't look pretty any other day then?"
She bit down her lip to not smile as seeing his expressions changed all of a sudden she knew what he actually meant . but wanted to have some fun as well and tease him a bit.
he immediately shook his head in no " no ban-bangaram that's not what i meant" his voice was a bit shaky as the female in red chuckled .
" oh yeah ? then what did you meant ?" she turned to look at him raising her eyebrows leaning against the counter.
Ram's heart throbbed loudly against his chest this was the effect his wife had on him which always took him by surprise.
he sighed looking down opening his mouth to say something again but nothing came out that was when he heard her magical laugh. oh! that laugh he could die to hear that laugh again and again. as it felt like music to his ears.
this was the time of the day when he could easily forget the reality, the guilt, the self hatred, the disgust, all he had for himself. and just melt and surrender himself in the arms of his wife in such a way that reality used to fade like fog somewhere from where he didn't wanted to jump back in.
because that was the life he hated the reality. in which he was being a facade being something he didn't wanted to doing something he didn't had to, how much it took to be that. and how easy it was for the woman in front of him to accept him the way he was and made him feel human and alive again.
" i was pulling your leg jaan relax"
she chuckled shaking her head as a smile broke on his face as well . he didn't even remembered if he smiled as much as he as he did with her ever before.
his life was too much in a dark turmoil before her but she was there to save him to be his sun when he was drowning in rain.
she was mature, independent had a confident aura and a kind smile the most beautiful eyes and most generous and sweetest behavior he really was so lucky that he got a wife like her .
did he needed anything more when he had her ? The answer was no.
the sweet chiming of her anklets echoed in the atmosphere . as she silently served the dinner for both of them. while Ram help her set up the dinner table.
even after she said no countless times her husband was too much of concerned about her that he didn't even let her do the dishes.
all time she just wondered why he was so perfect ? and what she did to deserve someone as perfect and amazing as him.
standing near the window staring at the sky she wrapped her arms around herself .
when he came and hugged her from behind she smiled softly as soon as his arms wrapped around her waist and he put his chin on her shoulder " what is it that my wife is so lost about ?"
she leaned more on to him cupping his cheek from one hand . closing her eyes feeling all the love at the moment his arms were her home as well. whether he liked that or not but she always crave these long hugs.
" that how i got so lucky to have you as my partner of life ?" her voice so soft and slow while her heart increased its pace.
" isn't that something i should be thinking about?" his grip tightened while tone got more calm as if the universe was asleep.
" maybe we both should be thinking about that ?" she whispered turning in his arms putting her hands on his shoulder he took a deep breath before planting a sweet kiss on her forehead giving her a smile " maybe" he answered feeling bliss.
" maybe" she said back hugging him as well. and that was the moment she realized his love was visible in every action of his. and maybe she was just a little more lucky than him.
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Raag - Anurag § Chapter 2
— Ram x Sneha Acharya [OC]
*.✧ SYNOPSIS : Sneha Acharya lost her parents at a young age. Her father's friend, Arjun decided to adopt and take her to Hyderabad. There she grew up to be a beautiful woman. Then came her doom. She arranged to marry Ram, the traitor. Where will this go now?
*.✧ WARNINGS & TAGS : cursing, arranged marriage, fluff, romance, cliche, reblong if you like it, 2k words.
*.✧ — NAVIGATION // RRR MASTERLIST // SERIES MASTERLIST
Murmurs howled through the diner, mostly filled with men who got off from work. Ram sat at one of the tables along with some of his co-workers. They all planned to go out for dinner together, when they invited Ram, he agreed too.
"Ram, you are such a boring man." Akhil laughed off, shoving a morsel in his mouth.
Another one spoke up, "Really Ram. You are only married for a few days and instead of spending time with bhabi, you are working all day?"
Ram answered nonchalantly, "Work is important."
"Aree, of course work is important but this is your honeymoon phase. You are supposed to be together all the time. Think how lonely bhabi must be feeling?"
Lonely? Sure.
Ram thought sarcastically, remembering when walking in on her reading books so focused that she didn't even notice him. Even after days of living together they still fight like cats and dogs.
God knows what she is doing right now. Probably finding new ways to kill me. O God!
Ram cried inside. What has his life come to?
Here back home Sneha felt a shiver down her spine, she mumbled under breath, "Who is thinking about me? Better not be that Shishupal."
The moon was hovering over in the sky, accompanied by millions of stars. Sneha was roaming around the house. She was feeling bored to death. She had nothing to read, or any motivation to write and no household work to do. So, she thought might as well explore the house as she had not gotten the chance before.
Sneha halted her steps in front of a wooden door, it was Ram's office. She had never been there before. Ram is way too secretive and reserved. A voice at the back of her mind told her going through someone else's possession is not okay but if the rumors were true then this was a great chance to know his plan.
Sneha hesitated for a second but then she opened the door and entered the room. There was a mahogany table crowded with files. But that's not what had her attention, her attention was on the shelf filled with books on the left wall.
Her feet lead her up to the bookshelf on their own. Her fingers brushed over the spines, feeling the curves. She randomly picked one up and read the title, 'Malavikagnimitram'. Sneha had heard about this one from one of her friends. It is a story of the love of Agnimitra, the Shunga Emperor at Vidisha, for the beautiful handmaiden of his chief queen.
Sneha never perceived Ram to be kind to read romance novels. She could not imagine his always so broody and cold personality to read romance novels.
Ram, you sneaky little swine.
Sneha opened the book, running her eyes over the black ink as she sat on one of the chairs. The story fascinated her, every character had so much depth that she could picture the story playing out in front of her eyes. She was so engrossed in the book that she failed to notice when the front door slammed shut, followed by heavy footsteps.
The office door opened and Ram walked in, only to stop, "What are you doing here?"
She flinched at his cold tone. She had not noticed when he came in. His eyes fell on the book in her hand and his body tensed up.
Ram advanced towards Sneha and snatched the book right out of her hands, "Don't you know that you should not touch others' possessions without their permission?"
"What the hell you Shishupal. It's just a book. I'm not going to eat it or something." Sneha tried to take the book back, "Now give it to me, I'm not finished yet."
Ram held it over his head, out of her reach, his expression morphed into a mischievous one, "You want the book back?"
Sneha nodded eagerly. The story was just spicing up, she was dying to know what happened next. Ram leaned forward, bringing his face down to her level.
"Then ask nicely. Then I might let you borrow it."
Ask nicely? To this Shishupal? No way in hell!
Sneha could just go to the library tomorrow and get the book but tomorrow is Sunday so the library will be closed and she will have to go Monday. Sneha doesn't think she could last that long. The curiosity and suspense will eat her from inside.
Sneha glanced at him briefly. His eyes were daring her to do it, he was hundred percent sure that she would never do that, she was too prideful.
Fuck my pride.
Sneha looked at him, eyes softening and eyebrows relaxing, with a sweet smile she asked, "Shisu— I mean, Ram, can I please borrow 'Malavikagnimitram'? Please?"
Time seemed to have stopped for Ram. His heart skipped a beat. She always called him Shishupal or Ravan. Hearing her say his name with that much sweetness awakened an emotion in his heart that he could not pinpoint. He just wanted to mess with her a bit but the plan seemed to have backfired.
Sneha grew nervous under his intense gaze. Why was he standing there like a statue? She fiddled with her fingers, calling his name but he remained still.
"So can I take the book?" As the nervousness grew, Sneha hasistately said, "I'll take that as a yes then."
She brought his hand down and took the book out of his hand and rushed out of the office before she could die of embarrassment.
As the door shut behind her with a bang, Ram snapped out. His mind still dazed. He put a hand over his chest, feeling his heart beating at the speed of a horse.
"What is happening to me?" He whispered under his breath.
Still feeling haxed, Ram sat on the main chair. Why is he feeling so wired? Is he dying? Everything is her fault. Ram jerked his head. No time for mending over these things he had more important work to do. Ram took out a file from the table's drawer and got back to work.
But why did he feel like he forgot something?
Sneha's room was dark, only the side lamp providing some golden light. She read the latter in her hand with horror. While reading the book a piece of paper fell off but she never expected it to shake her to the core.
It was from someone named Sita.
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Dawn came and roosters called for everyone to wake up and start their day. It was a new morning, new day and new changes.
Sneha sat in front of the dressing table, combing her damp hair with a wooden comb. She was still processing what she read in the letter last night. She had many questions she wanted answers to but asking Ram probably would not be a good choice.
There is little to no chance he would tell her the truth. She needed to take things into her own hands. Putting the comb on the table, Sneha applied sindoor on her mang.
She gave herself one last look over in the mirror before blowing herself a kiss, "How can someone be so pretty."
Sneha walked out of the room. She got down the stairs, when passing through the living room she noticed Ram was nowhere to be seen. Wired, he does not get up till seven. After that chai incident Ram had stopped sneaking out before Sneha woke up.
Even through the bickering and fighting, they have come to a middle ground. Sneha did the household works alongside her writing like the woman of the house while Ram whenever he could, he would help with her chores.
Sneha got to make breakfast for them. Today was a great day, she wanted to finish all the chores done and then get back to writing.
Dosa and sambar would be good.
Ram stood by the kitchen door, staring at her like you are an unsolved mystery. He didn't get a wink of sleep last night, nor could he do any work. Sneha dominated in his mind the whole time. When she looked up at him with her kajal smeared eyes, Ram felt like he was looking into the eyes of Mohini. Ram didn't know what to do with his heart. It has been restless since the previous day.
His eyes widened like a basketball when he saw Sneha getting up on a stool, trying to reach the container sitting over the cabinet.
Has she lost her mind?
Sneha balanced over the small stool on her toes. Who on earth put the rice powder there? Probably that Shishupal. Her fingers brushed against the steel, trying to grab it. Just as she did, her balance wavered and before she knew, she was falling backwards and the container was flying in the air.
"OH MY GOD!" She yelled, closing her eyes.
She waited to hit the ground and for pain to take over her body but that never happened. Her back hit a hard chest and two strong arms wrapped around her middle. She looked up, Ram holding her close to him. Time stopped. Their faces were so close that their breath interwinted.
Ram didn't release her but neither did Sneha try to free herself. The moment looked straight out of a romance novel. But the moment was short lived because the next moment rice powder rained on Sneha followed by two clanks of objects hitting the floor.
Ram's lips twitched, trying to surpass laughing but he could not. He released her, leaning over the kitchen island as loud laughter erupted from him. Sneha scowled at him, lips curling into a pout.
"Y-you look like, like a joker." Ram choked on his words.
Sneha gasped, "What? A joker? Come here you Shishupal."
Sneha grabbed a handful of rice powder and smeared it all over his face. This time Ram glared at her. Ram and Sneha faught like children playing holi and soon the whole kitchen was covered in rice powder.
"What did you say again, you Shishupal?" Sneha greeted through her teeth as she covered him in more white.
Again that Shishupal?
"First of all." Ram wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in his chest, "I'm Ram, not Shishupal."
He didn't say anything further. Sneha's palms rested on his firm chest. What is happening to her? Is it because of that letter that she felt a weird sense of possession over him? Yes, they did get married in a wrong circumstance but he was still her husband. Who's this Sita?
Her hand fisted his white shirt and spoke softly, too softly, "And?"
His lips curled into a smile, not a smirk or a mischievous one, but an innocent smile. He removed strands of hair front her face, "And—"
Chough. Chough.
You two jerked away from each other like the other one was on fire and looked at the interrupter. Ram's face lit up like the night of deepavali.
"Ramesh kaka, Mala kaki." Ram called out but the name he said sobered you up, ".....and Sita."
Sneha's eyes fell on the beauty hiding behind the elderly woman. The blissful moment broke as you came face to face with the mysterious woman of that letter.
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(to the tune of Avril Lavigne's sk8terboi)
He was a human battering ram.
She was a recon sniper.
Can I make it any more obvious?
Headcannons - Fit for a King - König x fem!OC fanfic
Instead of making a y/n fic, I decided to create an original female character because I ususally write all of my stuff in POVs. Due to posting the chapters often right after I've written them some of the context and the characterization might not be explicit in every single piece, some of the information is only gonna get revealed down the road.
(TW: alcoholism, death, violence)
Karina Müller is almost 30 years old, she served in the Norwegian military from right after school until the death of her brother who was KIA on a mission together. She fell off the wagon after that, feeling responsible for his death and effectively being shunned by her family after that. Her pick of poison was alcohol and it got so bad that she more than once was drunk on the job which led to her getting kicked out.
The years after that she spent getting help, trying to get clean and going back to a civilian life, but the military was what she knew, so the civilian jobs didn't stick and she started to work as a mercenary, now a dry alcoholic. Which might be an issue for some contractors, but KorTac doesn't really bat an eye.
She's a compassionate person who loves to laugh, she's seen enough shit not to take any from her teammates and can stand her ground when faced with any challenge thrown her way. She's still working through some stuff, coming to terms with her past, but she has an optimistic spirit and a strong will.
Even though the Colonel seems scary at first, she learns pretty quickly that he is to be respected in training and on the battlefield, but on a personal level he's really not that bad. The 6'10'' killing machine, Austrian war criminal (insert "what murdeeer?!"-meme here) is quite an anxious person when it comes to basic human interaction.
Shouting orders at his team, stomping his enemies into the ground is more comfortable to him than just talking about mundane stuff with other people, he mostly keeps to himself (except for Horangi because that little shit would never leave him alone). And for the first time in a long time, Müller makes him wish that he could just go up to people and strike up a normal conversation like a normal person (don't we all).
König is 38 years old (we don't know his full name) and has the biggest metalhead dad vibes without actually having any children himself (his favourite band is Death, although he listens to a bunch of different ones, it's also their merch shirt Müller steals in "Are you wearing my t-shirt?").
When he started out in the military, he shaved his long metalhead hair off because that was the way to go back then, but he let it grow back when he was older and already Colonel. He has gauged ears and a plethora of tattoos all over his body because the soft pain of body modifications and working out until he almost passes out are his ways of dealing with his anxiety and stress. His body is a testament to that.
He has a huge scar on the right side of his face from when he got beaten to a pulp by his bullies at school, something he never let happen again after that (five on one was really unfair). His nose has been broken two times and sometimes his tattoos get destroyed by battle injuries, but he doesn't really care about that - or his looks in general. He's a soldier and not a model.
So the reason why he's always wearing the selfmade hood is not the scar. He prefers not to show his feelings to others, staying hidden underneath the mask for his own comfort, even if it makes him scarier also in situations where he doesn't want to be.
(CW: some nsfw headcannons ahead, talk about not wanting to have children)
They're both switches, though König is leaning more on the Dom-side while Müller is a sub who likes to brat a little too much, just to see her man falter (for example when she calls him a good boy in random scene #1).
Müller is bisexual, something she discovered when serving in an all-women-taskforce of the Norwegian military (we don't really know about König's sexuality though). She decided a long time ago that she doesn't want to have children (she doesn't see herself leaving service again anytime soon and given her past, she doesn't see herself fit to become a mother), so she got her tubes tied. Which also comes in handy when a certain Colonel's favourite pasttime (well, actually second favourite) is leaving creampies inside her (no 'unexpected pregnancy' trope in this household).
König definitely eats pussy for his own pleasure, begging Müller to let him eat her out in "Sit" or losing a little friendly competition for a sexual favour in "But no funny business" (oh and he definitely steals her panties at any chance he gets). She's totally not opposed to servicing him as well, but the size of his dick makes this a whole endeavour (like seen in "Open wide, Prinzessin").
They match each other's energy pretty well, just going at it like rabbits at every chance they get, which sometimes proves to be difficult as they're sneaking around in secret.
Their arrangement is kind of a fuckbuddy/fwb-situation, they fuck hard and rough, without ever really kissing (the mask stays on), but after a while feelings start to get in the way... After all they do belong together <3
Read more at the Fit for a King - Masterlist or keep an eye out for the AO3 link - coming soon.
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Broken Bones, Pistols And Lonely Hearts
Summary: Sebastian tries to find his way home after celebrating his birthday and ends up in some hot water. An unexpected savior steps in and ends up saving him in more ways than one.
(Sebastian X Female Muggle OC)
A large hand claps Sebastian on the shoulder, the fingers of said hand give a squeeze as a friendly grin splays on his blind friend's lips.
“Happy Birthday, my friend.” The blind Slytherin heir says jovially.
“I still can't believe you gifted me a bloody flat.” He slur slightly.
Soft laughter comes from the girl of their strange trio.
“Do you need help getting back?” MC says and his voice is suddenly in his throat at how kind she sounds. A part of him wants to look away or scream when Ominis’s hand leaves his shoulder to slide around the girls waist.
He is desperately trying to remind himself that he is just lonely and irregardless of their once possible mutual attraction during their Hogwarts days, she has always deserved someone better than him. Ominis and her were made for each other.
Still, he swallows thickly and drunkenly forces his gaze from the ring on her right hand that matches the one on Ominis's hand before up to her face. He plasters a genuine smile across his face before he speaks.
“I know the way. You two newlyweds best be getting back. Got things to do, I imagine. Heirs to conceive and what not.” He says with a sloppy wink, causing both of his companions to turn scarlet.
They bid their goodbyes to each other, and his two best friends disapparate.
He plays with the key to his new flat they had gifted him here in London a couple weeks prior to his birthday and contemplates just going home to sleep the rest of his birthday away. But the thought of walking back to such an empty apartment keeps him firmly in his seat at the bar.
Maybe another couple drinks first. It is his birthday after all.
Its Anne's birthday too.
Thoughts of his estranged twin begin to rise and follow him like his own personal poltergeist, clouding his every thought until later when he's almost blind drunk staggering through the streets of london.
He can't find his damn apartment.
He's only been there for a week, and he's not familiar with anything.
Why does every goddamn street look the same?
“Hey, you lost?” A chirpy male voice says. His vision is blurry slightly by the alcohol but he can see the outline of a man, a bit smaller than him.
“Aye. Lookin’ for-...bloody hell-...can't remember the-...the name.” Sebastian says, his scottish accent thickens and coats his tongue more than usual with the alcohol.
“Ah, it's right over here, mate.” The shorter man takes his arm suddenly in an iron grip, pulling him down an alley before he can protest and remember that he didn't actually tell this man where he lived.
Stupid. Careless. Immature.
Should have-
A fist cracks across his face so hard that he swears he can see stars for a moment.
Maybe he deserves this.
Two other men emerge from somewhere. He’s fumbling for his wand when he remembers the requirements of his release from Azkaban.
No unauthorized use of magic.
He curses loudly, and the nauseating taste of blood enters his mouth as it drips down his face from his nose.
“Give us yer money and that fancy watch I seen you checkin earlier.” the shorter attacker sneers at him.
He berates himself for relaxing too much. Not noticing them scoping him out earlier. He's not as accustomed to muggle brawling, much better with a wand, but he knows how to throw a punch. He knows enough. He tries to raise his fists in a protective manner.
“Piss o-” He starts to say until he’s grabbed from behind. The alcohol works both to his advantage and disadvantage as he's able to pull from somewhere enough strength to rip the man from behind him and ram his fist into his face.
He knows he can't win. He's not dull.
Yet still he tries. MC once told him that his stubbornness wasn’t necessarily a bad trait and he’s never been prouder to agree with her as his knuckles split with another punch he manages to land in the chaos. Again the alcohol works to his advantage here, dulling the pain as he's thrown to the ground and kicked hard in the ribs.
“Hey! Leave him alone.” A feminine voice shouts out over the sound of blows landing. He wonders briefly if he's hallucinating. One of the attackers steps to the left. The view of his savior no longer obscured.
A blonde girl. She looked as if she might blow away in a strong wind, but here she was, strong and confident. Seemingly armed with nothing but her voice.
Stupid, brave girl.
His heart hurts at the thought, although he’s not sure why.
He blinks several times to bring himself back from his disbelief and his adrenaline is still pumping. He takes advantage of their distraction to painfully kick the leg of one of the man closest to him.
He doesn't restrain any power from the kick and he hears a sickening crunch as the man's leg bends sideways. A sick feeling of joy pulls a smile onto his lips as he listens to the man wail in pain after he crumples to the ground.
The feeling doesn't last long as he receives a swift retaliatory kick from behind him into what feels like his kidney.
“I said stop!” the feminine voice insists again.
“What you gonna do about it, girlie?" One of the men attacking Sebastian growls threateningly at the blonde girl.
He tries to get up, chuckling at his own drunken stupidity, he doesn’t want these losers threatening the blonde girl. The adrenaline pumping in him makes him stand up. He sways a little, but he’s determined to show himself as a gentleman.
“She doesn’t need to do… anything… about it… I’ll deal with you lot.” His breathing is off for some reason and he struggles to speak as he stands.
"That's sweet of you, but I assure you, I can handle myself." She says.
The sound of a pistol hammer being cocked echoes loudly in the alley. It pulls every face to her.
Bloody hell.
His eyes widen a bit and he can barely believe what he’s hearing. He looks around the alley, and then back to the blonde, and he blinks trying to fix the blur in his vision and He stares at her in shock, his jaw hanging open. She’s holding a muggle pistol.
"Best get going boys, sod off." She says gesturing with the gun.
He looks at the attackers, and then back to her. He can’t imagine why she would defend him, though he is grateful.
“Alright, little lady. You’ve made your point.” The man says, sweating and backing up slowly, his gaze switching between myself and the blonde.
“This one ain't got nothing worth anything anyways. ‘is watch is busted anyhow, nows that i’m seeing it.” he says. I grit my teeth, feeling pain shoot through me from the exhale I let out. The men grumble a bit before they all turn and run off frantically.
He laughs a bit to himself, his voice feels rough.
“Thank you.” he says, genuinely. He gives her what is probably a pathetic bloody (literally) smile and she lowers the gun with a long exhale.
"You're hurt!" She says quickly making her way to him.
He laughs, and groans at the feel of the harsh action on his ribs.
“Yeah, I’ve taken a bit of a beating.” He chuckles, wincing again.
The adrenaline rush that once dulled the pain is leaving him now and the pain is coming on strong, and he’s feeling lightheaded.
"Come on." She says and he grunts slightly as she slips her shoulder under his arm, supporting him.
He’s quite taller than her, and he feels like a big dumb goof. She’s not really dainty or elegant, but she's not sturdy or tough looking either, and yet she saved him. He leans into her slightly as she guides him along with her.
He's overwhelmed with her. Her skin Is soft and she smells like earl gray tea, strangely. Never something he would considered wanting to breathe in forever, but here he was, seriously considering it.
He tries to remind himself that he's drunk and lonely and possibly injured in the head.
“There we go.” she encouages. He catches a glimpse of her eyes. They're grayish blue like a storm or the brackish water of the lake at Hogwarts.
"Up these stairs here." She says softly smiling.
He chuckles at her pretty smile, and nods. He leans harder against her as they walk up the stairs, he feels the heat of her body against him. “M’sorry.” he slurs.
"I'm Sarah." She says opening a door and helping him inside to what he quickly realizes is a kitchen as she slides him off her into a kitchen chair.
She’s just-...and her hair smells… good, he feels a little dumb about it all as his mind slowly processes everything going on around him.
Sarah, huh?
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Hello, Mr. Monster (Three. Shadow)
Summary: Eros and Psyche retelling with soulmate!AU elements. Morpheus x oc/female reader
Master List
Chapter Track: "Dream State (Dark Day)" by Son Lux
18+ (violence, swearing throughout, referenced child murder)
TAGGING: Tag lists break my posts, BUT I reply to comments the day of new chapters, so you'll get a personal update every time you stop to chat. ;)
A/N: Very short chapter this time. Mental health is quietly shitting itself and making writing difficult. Thank you all for your patience.
3: Shadow
The Not Deer smelled blood.
It smelled her blood, sweet with sand, ripe with magic. And this time, unlike all the others before, she had not escaped – and she was alone.
Teeth aching to close on her living flesh, thirsty for the hot blood flecked with its master’s power, it screamed.
She’d fallen too far inside her little moving fortress, and it couldn’t reach her. It could see, though. It could smell. And wasn’t it wonderful? Fresh red bloomed on her face, filling the night with the scent of the hunt.
If it could get through the window or beat down the door, it could have her. Finally. Eat her all up and lick the fluids off the carpet, crunch her bones and chew the soft fat of her pretty brain. Then sleep off a full belly under a pile of last year’s lacy, skeleton leaves, as it did after every good feeding. It caught children who left the path and slipped just beyond their parents’ sight, drunk men daring the dark on a summer’s night, anyone foolish enough to put too much faith in their own skills under the trees when the sun went down. In a hundred years, there had been many.
But she would be the best meal, and the last, because word already spread that the lord was returned, and soon the Not Deer would be missed. Urgency fueled its attack, but its antlers caught on the window frame, and though its legs stretched too long for a deer, its hooves couldn’t strike the valley between the seats.
It rammed the van, furious. Grey foam frothed from its lips, turning the forest floor black with rot where it dripped.
“What are you doing?”
A century was not long enough to forget its master’s voice, and as it heard the whisper of eons at its back, shock froze over delight.
It stalked the dark long enough to recognize prey. It was not a deer, but it froze like one now with fate ringing in its ears. The hunter waited as the Not Deer came to rapid terms with its renewed vulnerability, and the nightmare turned, clicking, to face the Nightmare King.
The Not Deer did not have words. That was not how it had been made. But the king didn’t ask his question in search of an answer.
The Not Deer was meant to hunt in dreams, to threaten and rip at hunters who killed too many, to remind those without caution what they had to fear. But it feasted on living mortals instead. The Corinthian introduced him to the fantasy, made the cut in the nightmare’s mind that festered into fantasy, and when it had the chance, it left the Dreaming to hunt.
It consumed a young dreamer who’d left his bed to catch frogs under the full moon, and the boy had tasted well. So, the Not Deer found new dreamers to eat, glutting itself on muscle and marrow. Until it smelled her. Then it ate others in frustration, because nothing smelled as good as the one with his maker’s name scratched in her heart, glowing gold, drawing him like a new lamb’s bleats or a dying rabbit’s shriek.
The King of Nightmares simply looked at it and understood. He’d already known. He must have. It was in his nature as it was in the Not Deer’s to admire screams.
“You have betrayed your purpose.” The king spoke softly, and the Not Deer bowed, the tattered flesh on its antlers dragging along the dirt. “And you have chosen most dangerous prey.”
Dangerous not because of herself, for all her tricks. Dangerous as the mate of a greater monster, a jealous king with dominion over every night terror and the things night terrors feared.
Eyes darker than any shadow, hard and unforgiving as obsidian, the king stalked nearer. The Not Deer didn’t move. It had witnessed the Endless’s wrath, had seen others of its kind unmade, and knew it was too late to flee.
A low grown and the chime of shifting glass disturbed the dead quiet of the forest, and the Not Deer wondered if the king’s mate would wake. It hoped. She cared for the weaker ones, the creatures of the Dreaming that did not bite into the waking world as the Not Deer had. Even though it hunted her, hurt her, she may show mercy, may ask for it.
But she slept on, disturbed by other nightmares in the Dreaming, and the king’s frown grew deeper. His attention splintered between worlds, and just as her dreaming had led him to the threat in one world, her distress in the other called him home.
Perhaps he would forget. Perhaps the Not Deer may escape to find more dreamers and keep itself as itself.
Even as it began to imagine what it could chase, kill, taste with more days of freedom, the Nightmare King’s eye turned back to it, and he lifted one long arm to spin the Not Deer back to sand.
“I am needed elsewhere. I have not the time to return the tortures you are owed.”
It bucked while it still had legs, roaring and clicking as body, senses, and mind fell grain by grain. If it thought its master would return, it would never have dared. It did not want to disappear. It wanted, it wanted…
“And yet.” The king stooped to take a handful of the witch’s salt from the circle she’d made around her vehicle, and he sifted it between his fingers, thoughtful as the ash stained his fingertips. “Since it was her pain and fear you stole –” he lifted his hand above the half-formed Not Deer and let it rain down “– let her repay it.”
The black salt caught inside the nightmare and burned like it never had before. It wasn’t discomfort. It wasn’t an unpleasant, stinging shock. It was agony without end, and the Not Deer abandoned any idea of survival or escape in an instant.
It needed to be unmade. To stop. To forget.
Its lord did not lift his hand, and the legless, heaving beast of horror whined in desperation.
“Perhaps this taste of her power will satisfy you.”
If it had words, it would beg.
The Nightmare King’s attention had already shifted back to the Dreaming, however, and he paused only long enough for his shadow to swallow the wailing thing before moving on to where his mate’s dreaming mind called for help.
Then all the Not Deer knew was the darkness and its pain within it. Her scent twisted through the sand, and soon it summoned no hunger, no greed, only unbridled terror it could not escape. Not even when it tore itself apart.
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In the Dreaming, the Nightmare King pulled her from the nightmares and held her in his hands for the first time, negotiating an opportunity to soothe her, to feel the places in their souls where they met, so she might understand…
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She woke with something damp between her legs and glass studding her palm.
Spears of light poked through the forest canopy, glinting sharp through her eyes, into the sensitive spaces behind them, burning her retinas from the inside out. Rainbows danced in the broken window, reflecting in the shattered diamonds over the floor. The driver’s seat. Her clothes. She decided to wait before trying to move, get her senses together, give her head time to steady before she did anything stupid. Like grating herself like Parmesan cheese on the remains of her window.
She closed her eyes for a minute. Breathed.
Something was off.
Her mouth was dry as cotton, and her tongue did nothing to help her equally dry lips as she pulled it over the broken, peeling skin.
Damn.
She felt…
Confused.
Hurt from her encounter with the Not Deer, but also well rested. Lighter almost. Like she suddenly had more attention, more energy, even though she had glass in her hair and a situation she strongly suspected may lead to a UTI if not immediately addressed. Which of course led to the question of what the hell she and the monster had really done in her sleep, if it was just the wettest dream of her life or if she ought to be running for Plan B. She didn’t think he’d go that far without asking, not after he so carefully sought permission. And wasn’t that a hell of a thing?
Sought permission. Honored it. Soothed her and held in a way her waking mind struggled to grasp. The concepts melted in her thoughts like ice as she woke, dripping away in cool streams of sensation and memory.
He’d been grand, and big, and frightening, but he didn’t use his power to crush her, as she’d expected.
After so many years anticipating the worst, she wasn’t sure what to do with this reality. Where things hadn’t gone tits up. With a creature beyond a god who assumed he had boundaries before she even drew them. Where the worst hadn’t happened.
Her monster had made a riddle of himself for her to solve. She’d need time to come to terms with that. With him. After a lifetime of the darkest expectations… well.
Getting up, though. That came first.
She shifted, wary of the bad, bad glitter threatening an unplanned trip to an urgent care as she picked the best spots to plant her elbows.
Rolling onto her knees, she tried to crawl forward, but something snagged her foot, and she finally noticed the pull of a grip around her ankle. Her heart didn’t skip a beat. Her breathing didn’t stutter. None of the normal, horrified reactions burst from trembling lips and teary eyes.
She knew that hand.
Looking towards the passenger seat, she saw the desiccated arm vanishing into the shadows under the pilot chair. Dead skin flaked away from crusty patches of old blood, and misty black shadows curled within, ready to turn into nightmare claws to terrorize small children.
The fingers squeezed, questioning.
“I’m alright, Jeff.” She reached down to pat him, glad to find something as expected and faithful as the needy nightmare worrying after her wellbeing. “It’s okay. Not Deer still lurking outside?”
Two quick squeezes – No.
“Good.”
The bastard must’ve given up when Jeff arrived. Never did like an audience, and Jeff could be a real pain in the ass if he wanted to be. Pretty literally.
As far as she knew, Jeff was only the arm. Maybe he had a few more inky swaths of darkness he kept tucked under low furniture, but he never manifested anything past a bicep. He didn’t speak with words, only by touch, and they’d learned to communicate by squeeze ages ago.
Once upon a time, he’d been the first nightmare to find her, and on the last night she had a family, he’d clung to her leg like a shackle – warning her, begging her not to follow her curious ears to the raised voices outside her door. Ever since, even though he had terrible timing, she never doubted his intentions.
The touches in her dream with Morpheus told her a lot of other things she wasn’t fully prepared to analyze.
She hadn’t had a fucking cup of coffee yet. She couldn’t be expected to contemplate the single greatest threat to her continued freedom before caffeination. Simply unreasonable. Inhumane.
So, she shoved it out of her mind – again – and climbed out of the mess. Her first aid kit was in the back, under the narrow bunk where she usually slept. She popped the plastic case open with her back to the sliding door, the Not Deer’s dent poking into her peripheral vision as a grim reminder of the previous night.
Another nearly.
She had a strange relationship with death. Dozens of near misses over the years made the sickening adrenaline rush and following crash routine. Some people could schedule their periods in their planners. Some days it felt like mortal peril penciled itself into hers. She was afraid, but too often, and she’d lost the technique of it.
As she plucked a few stubborn bits of glass from her hands, cleaned the tiny holes they left behind, and bandaged everything up, Jeff made himself useful. He swept up the fragments he could reach in long sweeps, pulling it all into the fathomless darkness of his home under the pilot seat. When he’d cleared that side of the van, he withdrew and manifested on the driver’s side. He reached up to pluck shards from the cushions, and his fingers spidered along the carpet, seeking little dangers he could remove from her world. In the time she took cleaning herself up and shaking the glass out of her hair outside, the nightmare cleared the interior of debris.
“Thank you, Jeff,” she said as she hauled herself into the driver’s seat.
She caught her own eye in the rearview mirror. She caught her first look at the bloody goose egg over her left brow, too. Could be worse, though the swelling might get some attention she didn’t want. Rusty red flakes peeled away from the trails leading into her hair, and she tentatively poked the edge of the swelling. Like running her tongue over a canker sore – she just couldn’t help herself, even though she knew how it would end.
Yup.
It hurt.
She groaned, dropping back against the headrest. Fan-fucking-tastic. The scratch needed cleaning and antiseptic, which meant a stop at the nearest convenience store with a bathroom. Nothing like scaring some gas station clerks first thing in the morning.
At least gas stations had coffee.
Fresh air breathed through the broken window, washing the smell of fear and blood out of the van. She took in as much as she could.
She needed to go, but she wasn’t sure where, and going never got her very far without a destination. Her pockets had bottoms, and she’d hit the seams fast if she didn’t budget gas money.
Where should she head? What did she need?
Out of sight, Jeff softly grasped her left ankle. He hadn’t been so clingy in ages, and she wondered what the little nightmare knew that she didn’t. It wasn’t like he was a great conversationalist. Their talks took creative shortcuts – yes/no taps, Morse code, even a Ouija board once or twice – but they still chewed up time she wasn’t sure she had, and even when well-equipped, Jeff wasn’t chatty. He couldn’t help her work through this chaos.
Oh.
And there was her answer.
Help.
People.
She needed people. Folks to talk with, to lend her an ear and a shoulder to cry on. Someone to distract her, friends who knew her and would keep her safe from rogue nightmares like the Not Deer – maybe even help her pick apart her feelings over the star-eyed Endless and his… attention.
People. Friends. Plural.
Checking the date on her phone, she did some quick math and determined where her favorite group of miscreants might be found. Hadn’t they sent her a text? A few weeks ago? She’d been so consumed with the pull across the ocean to the Burgess estate she barely read it. No time or attraction. Now, though – different story.
Destination in mind, she put on her sunglasses to protect her eyes from the inevitable wind through the open window and turned the key. The van grumbled to life. Bouncing over the rough little road she’d called home for a few nights, she smiled to herself. Happy in the moment, alive with a little purpose and a goal to chase, on her way to friendly faces.
Only after speeding an hour down the highway did she realize what felt so off – the pain in her chest had eased.
Next chapter: Link
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The Fool
i was tagged by @purdledooturt to do WIP wednesday and here i am! i had the idea for a postgame ascended astarion fanfic, but with my own little twist, lol. here is the first chapter!
Summary: With no other options left to expend, Tav implemented a temporary solution. If the Vampire Lord could not be killed or saved, they would have to dull his strength - severely. And unfortunately, there is a ranger in Faerûn who is naive enough, kind enough, to feel bad for him.
Word count: 2.2k
Pairing: Ascended Astarion x Ranger!Female OC, but he's cursed to be a bat, because it's funny
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The woods communicate, the soil must feel. Eyes etched into the bark of oaks, ears tucked into leaves. A hidden pact between the forest and wolves, roaches, beasts. It all sang to her, the tune that had been ingrained in her blood since birth. Pyryeva ran over her memories of lycanthropes in her head: the followers of Urdlen she had come across and slain, the petulant werecats clawing at her ankles in the defense of Shar, the wereboar who rammed into her tent and could not be convinced to just talk it out.
In fact, she often preferred to just convince creatures to leave - to stop harassing villages, or trampling beloved buildings. Other people found her a bit odd, something foreign and drifting behind her eyes that must have uneased acquaintances. But animals… understood. Scaled, hairy, or vicious, they paused to listen all the same.
And so this troop of lycanthropes, she prayed to Ilmater, would stop their ravaging and just listen. Her passing through the Wood of Sharp Teeth was meant to be swift, just a stop on her journey toward the Reaching Woods. The shreds of the High Moor Heroes’ Guild summoned her back home to Elturel, tearing her away from the outskirts of Candlekeep.
Candlekeep, she had once dreamed, would be the city where she finally became an academic, a scholar. Instead, she was promptly declined from every formal institution for her… well, there was a running list. Lack of foresight, short-term memory failure, lack of perception, lack of artistic strength. It took her around thirty minutes to realize that these tests were not actually a qualifier for entry through the Emerald Door, and instead the guards’ cruel way of mocking her.
Her exit from Candlekeep was bittersweet, but she knew that it would lead nowhere. As had many of her ventures - a poor attempt to be anything but a ranger with impressive aim. Politics slipped from her fingers before she even grasped it, an incomprehensible block of information that she could not register, let alone wield. Then there was fiction, song, welding. Fiction felt as though it was holding her mind and wringing it of all its joy, so she quit. Song tumbled from her mouth like a dreary scratching. She actually quite liked that hobby, but that time it was the protesting of her peers that willed her to leave it behind. Weapons were too heavy and domineering in her thin hands, fingers too fitted for a sleek bow to keep something formidable in her hold.
Embroidery stuck, her quick fingers weaving through fabric easily. That was enjoyable, for a while - the outstretched hands of Ilmater twined through her leather armor. And then, once her God had been preserved on all of her belongings, she was out of ideas. Nature was the next obvious option, but the badger she wanted for her gloves muddled into splotches in practice. The lovely frog for her blanket resembled more of wretched Grung.
Thus, Eltruel called to her, and she harkened back. Only the Wood of Sharp Teeth bisected her path home, and when the renowned storyteller Pallidor pleaded for her help against the plague of lycanthropes - was she meant to decline?
Werewolves, Pallidor had described them, cunning and volatile. They were still reeling from their loss alongside Grand Duke Valarken, though that man was long dead. She would have loved to live to see that battle. Pyryeva found humanity one of her greatest pleasures: their intense emotions, vulnerability, and courage lended themselves well to sex and gluttony, two of her favorite pastimes. However, she felt torn over the human lifespan. It was 1500 DR, the dawn of a new generation, and nothing exciting was happening. The monsters had been slain, most notably The Absolute. She loathed having not been a part of the “Heroes” troop. But she assured herself that she was meant to be alone, and meant to like it, and meant to give and give as Ilmater commanded.
As ridiculous as it may seem, she wished that new monsters would rise up in the coming years to give her a title of her own. Good things come to those who wait, as her scripture alleged. She smiled, padding along the damp forest floor, imagining beasts scurrying away under her command in exchange for heaps of gold.
Lycanthropes came in many forms: beautiful elven women or menacing orcs, their transformations ranging from a delicate swan to a dreadful wereserpent. Her awareness stirred, the woods calling out to her.
Deep musk, wiry fur tickling her fingers as if she was touching it freely.
The sight of her targets were just as she had pictured - goring, rabid werewolves. Like gnolls, but hopefully receptive to a little charisma. Curiously, though, their focus was completely rapt on the trees overhead, paws swiping at the air with no success. Had they taken it upon themselves to hunt a squirrel? Or a bird?
“Going after a squirrel? They’re defenseless,” Pyryeva watched them, like puppies chasing a toy. The pack of three whirled on her, snarling. The tallest one of the group ducked to all fours, lunging at her. The ranger’s nails dug into tree bark, crumbling under her force, as she leveraged herself atop the oak.
“I don’t want to shoot you, but I could,” The bow was already in position, an arrow tipped with silver aimed for his yellow, feral eyes. “I’m good at this. It’s kind of my job.”
He only responded with a grunt, before clawing his way up the base. Fine.
Blood squirted from his right eye socket, a dog yelp escaping his snout as he loosened his grip on the tree.
“Had enough?” She muttered, another arrow taut, suspended by her bow, immediately. The two lackeys in his wake deliberated amongst themselves, weighing the benefit of their previous prey with the supple-fleshed human hanging in a nearby tree. Apparently, Pyryeva was a better target.
“No way!” A huff escapes her as she hones her focus on one of her most consumptive spells, Speak with Plants. A waste in a battle so easily winnable such as this - as mother would scold - but Pyryeva was hired for her ability to win, not her ability to devise. The roots of the wide birch beneath the two lycanthropes rose from the dirt, entangling their massive paws.
“Your friends are trapped, and you’re about to be blind!” She called down to the leader. “Come out of your wolf forms, and talk to me!”
Instead, the werebeast opted to shake the oak with all his might, interrupting her balance. As a teenager, she despised when her instructors would force her to stand on one leg, books piled atop her head, for hours on end. Balance this, balance that. As if she had been training to join the circus, to tiptoe across rope. But it was as if novels depicting fairytales and wizard battles were resting on her skull, pressuring her to still.
“I don’t have to spare you, you know! I’ve just been hired to get your group to go away, and I’m trying to be kind!”
This wolf was relentless, yanking the arrow from his eye with a deep grunt.
“Damn you,” She hissed, her silver arrow heading for his throat, rather than another eye. The yellow of his iris was consumed by black, staring her down as he collapsed onto the leaves and soil. With a flick of her wrist, a swarm of pixies gathered around her frame, swirling down to the ground with her as she plummeted off of the tree.
The two final opponents stood, ankles beginning to look raw from the friction of their incessant wriggling.
“Will someone please just listen to me,” She panted. “I am Pyryeva. You are free to leave these woods - I will not harm you. All I ask for is peace.”
“And if you don’t give me peace, I will stick my pixies on you, and leave you for dead.”
The green fairies around her cheered with fanatic anticipation. No peace! No peace! No peace! Shrill giggles fell flat around the three of them, lost to the dank vines and stumps.
A burst of energy from the left side, dissipating to reveal a thin elven man with black curls. Pyryeva sighed with relief, ready to start speaking instead of threatening, but he offered her no such grace.
“We, the true lycanthropes of this realm, will not be outcast to other planes for any longer!” He bellowed. “Vehlarr will be restored in Faerûn! It must be done!”
Foam spilled from the corners of the right’s muzzle, teeth bared. Pyryeva gave them a long stare, waiting for the dam to break, waiting for them to see sense and reason with her. But when she studied the elf’s dark eyes, she found no such thing.
“Kill them,” She murmured softly, and the pixies whirled ahead. The ranger shut her eyes tightly, rushing away from the sight, leaving the desperate yelping of dogs behind.
That was, until, her neck was alight again; senses tingling and buzzing with… with nothing at all. Not nothing - it was all consuming, gnawing and starved. Blood sapped over hundreds of years, icy flesh, and then pure depravity. Women and men scattered across the floor, necks torn through. Whips, scars. And a heartbeat pounding, so loud it takes all of Pyryeva’s constitution not to keel over and sob.
Something rotten, something unholy and corrupt, something undead. Her instincts forced her to sprint, she was sure, to make quick work of the earth beneath her and vanish between the wood. And yet, when her eyes opened, that was not her view at all. A white bat was crumpled on the forest floor beneath her, and it reeked of undeath. But it was so… small. Fluffy. She knew that her senses had never been wrong, honed so particularly by her instructors that an error would never occur.
But she wasn’t in the habit of persecuting small creatures, no matter how undead they may be. A vampire bat, to be sure, but not one she couldn’t befriend. Pyryeva crouched, searching for visible wounds.
“You okay, little guy?” She cooed, and the white lids snapped open to reveal ruby eyes. In moments, it was latched onto her neck, stabbing through her flesh.
“Wha- Ow!” Pyryeva wrapped a fist around the little beast, ripping it from the wound. “You fucker! You fucking… fucker! Ow!”
It strained against her grasp, clawing at her thumb fiendishly.
“Let me go, you wench!” A deep voice emanated from the creature, so ironically demanding from such a cute face. Involuntarily, Pyryeva giggled.
“At least someone is talking to me today,” She flipped him upside down wordlessly, studying his form. “You’re so cute!”
“I will fucking destroy you, tear your muscle from bone!” His best attempt at a threat. She brought him a bit closer to her face, sniffing the air between them.
“You aren’t a normal bat,” She asserted.
“Well, aren’t you a scholar?” He spat, still wiggling in her hand.
“Vampire bat,” She ignored his slight toward her. “Are you here with the lycanthropes? The werewolves?”
“Those miscreants?” He hissed, offended. “Absolutely not.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Just flying by, of course,” The bat hummed.
“Well, I hope your travels are safe, little guy,” She smiled earnestly, lowering him to the ground and loosening her grasp.
“You are so trusting, little human,” He purred. “Who taught you to be so… docile? It’s fascinating.”
Somehow, he was animated when he spoke, one wing covering his chest as if scandalized.
“It’s just… how I am,” Pyryeva replied softly. She felt an inkling in the back of her skull - a warning that despite this bat being adorable and small, something devoid of soul hid inside. “I really should be going now. More werewolves to catch, and all.”
“Ah ah,” He corrected her. “You will be going nowhere at all.”
“What?” She stared down at him, now standing five and half feet taller than his tiny stature. His wings flapped, and he buzzed up to her face, meeting her gaze.
“My name is Astarion, and I have endured a terrible affliction, you see,” Astarion began, clearly preparing to delve into a story.
“Astarion? Like, "Hero of Baldur’s Gate Astarion?” Her voice was shrill. “Like, Vampire Lord Astarion?”
A killer. A shameless, overgrown child in the form of a handsome, elven man who had gone sick with power. Infamous for his parties and their gore, the feasting on innocents that he indulged in, day or night. The fearsome Vampire Lord who could not be stopped, no matter how many high ranking officials came knocking at his door. Their remains scattered through the streets - a demonstration - and a subsequent silence from the public.
He was corruption born from flesh, a demonic bastard who emerged from the fantastic defeat of the Absolute a vile, psychopathic monster.
“You are a scholar!” His red eyes beamed.
“I want nothing to do with you,” Malice twisted in her words, unlike her usual cadence.
“Oh, my dear, you want everything to do with me, because your sappy, frivolous God says so,” Astarion crooned, glaring at the symbol of Ilmater on her chest. “And if you don’t help me, I will transform and devour you.”
That was a bold-faced lie, of course. The reason he so desperately required her assistance is because he could not transform at all, not since last Uktar. And poor Pyryeva, not studied in her Baldurian literature or news, completely unaware of that fact.
She stumbled back from him, “You wouldn’t.”
Astarion laughed in her face, “Oh, I would.”
“What do you want from me?” Pyryeva forced out the words.
“Walk with me, dearest, and I will tell you the whole sordid tale.”
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Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 33
Pairing: Hangman x Female OC
Word Count: 1973
Warnings: Talk of suicide, swearing
Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.
Or so he thought.
Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.
Chapter Songs: Tequila Right Now
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Hangman
A consistent pounding in his ears roused Hangman from his deep sleep. He tried to sit up, but that only worsened it. He swiftly pieced together that it was the blood in his head making the incessant noise, not someone knocking on the door. God, death would be less painful than this. How hadn't he died last night with all the alcohol he'd had? It's not like Hangman intended to drink that much, but he kept making friends at the bar who kept paying for his drinks until they could drink no longer and left. But he had stayed. Stayed until-
Fuck. Although barely memorable, faces belonging to Rooster, Juliette, and Ghost flickered in his mind, along with the drunken ramblings he'd tried so hard to keep to himself, to keep quiet, even if they ate him alive because no one deserved to know his pain, but not because of his lack in trust in them. In fact, three of the four people he trusted most with that pain had rescued him from the bar that night. No. They didn't deserve it because they all had pains and worries of their own, none of which needed the added burden of his own problems that were far darker than anyone should ever know.
Hangman forced his eyes open and, through his blurry vision, recognized the white coffee table with aviator magazines neatly spread out on the surface, the built-in bookshelves with a myriad of pictures, books, and awards dotting the shelves, the navy blue recliner with the curled-up figure of Ghost-
At the sight of her, Hangman rocketed upward. The movement caused his world to spin, and it took all of his willpower to not throw up again. He remembered that from last night, too. So much hurling before they'd lugged him to the couch...
When his world stabilized, he tried to stand, but Hangman had hardly taken two steps before ramming his shin into the coffee table. "Fuck!"
Ghost jerked awake, staring wildly and dazed at him. When she comprehended the situation before her, she jumped up to help him.
Push her away. You're only hurt her more. It doesn't matter how much it hurts. Push her away. "Leave me alone," Hangman snapped when Ghost tried to rest her hand on his shoulder. He stepped out of reach, ignoring the pain wracking his body, both from the hangover and the run-in with the coffee table.
"Jake-"
"Don't," he hissed. "I'm fine."
A lie given away by his stumbling, and Ghost knew it, but she listened to him. To his amazement, she listened, staying perfectly still, eyes staring at him with nothing but concern. Why? The last time they'd been in the same room together, she'd rightfully stormed out on him, giving him what had been a final goodbye. Why change her mind so suddenly?
Unless...
He vaguely remembered he'd told her some of his reasoning for not seeing her in the hospital after the crash, but how much else had he divulged to Ghost?
She held her hands up placatingly. "If you want to leave, that's fine, but let me help-"
"I don't need your help," Hangman snapped. "I-"
"What's going on?" Juliette's calm, concerned voice floated from behind him. Hangman turned slowly to avoid toppling over. On Princess's heels was Rooster, eyeing the situation warily. They landed on Hangman, who braced himself for a snarky comment, but none came. That scared Hangman.
"I was just leaving," Jake managed to say, hoping they could avoid any more awkwardness if he ignored the truths he surely divulged last night. "Thanks for letting me crash here, and sorry for dragging y'all out in the middle of the night."
"Don't mention it," Rooster replied evenly. "You want breakfast?"
Hangman shook his head. "I should be getting back to my place."
"Why don't I give you a ride?" Juliette offered, moving toward the garage.
"No." It came out more sharply than he intended, his tone a knife in the tense atmosphere, but he kept it that way. He had to if he had any hope of leaving unescorted. "I'll walk. Sober me up."
"Hell of a walk," Rooster commented, shoving his hands into his pockets and leaning against the door frame. Hangman refused to dignify him with a response, only rolling his eyes and moving to the front door.
"You either let one of us take you, or we call someone, but you shouldn't walk alone," Ghost said kindly. "I know my motorcycle might-"
"I don't want you trying to help me because of some stupid, drunken shit I might've said last night. You made it perfectly clear how you feel about me after that fight, so why don't you call Wolfie up about that wine and chocolate he promised you?" The color drained from Ghost's face, and Hangman knew he'd hit his mark. She posted her videos anonymously, possibly only a handful of people knowing about the account. Having not told him about it, Hangman assumed it'd rattle Ghost for her to know he had knowledge about the account she sang her heart out for. But it still wasn't enough to stop her from coming after him if he left. He had to strike lower, harder. Had to rub salt in the wound. Hangman had to keep her away from him. "You want to know what brought that drinking binge on? It wasn't my father's death. It was you. It was 'Forever and Always' after our fight the other night. It was 'Mr. Perfectly Fine' when I was here for the training detachment when I started having a thing for Juliette. It was 'Haunted' on the anniversary of Ghoul's death. It was 'My Tears Richochet' after your lunch with Jackie. It was 'All Too Well' and 'The Story of Us' after running into each other at the Hard Deck the night of Juliette's promotion celebration. It was 'I Forgot That You Existed' after you slept with Rooster. It was every fucking cover song directed at me. It was hearing the anger and hurt in your voice and realizing you not only never moved on from what I did to you but that you thought I stopped caring about you, that I forgot about you altogether, when that couldn't have been further from the God damn truth. It was realizing how low of an opinion you had of me. That's what sent me over the edge. Because I learned how to stop giving a shit a long time ago about what people thought of me, but you mattered. You always have and always will."
"You were never supposed to see those," Ghost breathed, voice barely audible.
Hangman's heart shattered. He might've gone too far, but he'd had to. They weren't good together. No. He wasn't good for her. Hangman did nothing but drag her down, did nothing but hurt her. Ghost gave him chance after chance, and he blew them every single time. She was too good to stop trying to provide him more opportunities to fix what he had broken, so Hangman had to end it for her. Ghost would move on from him, and that's all that mattered to him, whether he found the strength to move on from her or not.
"Yeah, well, I did." Hangman tore himself away from her and yanked the door open. Stepping into the bright sunshine, he called over his shoulder. "Leave me alone. That goes for all of you."
Slamming the door behind him, Jake strode onto the sidewalk with his head held high until the Bradshaw house could no longer see him. Only then did he sag against a stranger's white fence, letting the emotions and turmoil of what occurred just now and last night wash over him. Hangman had always been good at destroying things: flight records, enemy targets... now he could add 'relationships' to the list, too.
With an effort and lead feet, Hangman shuffled to his apartment, the long trek his personal punishment for treating his three friends the way he had. None of them had done anything wrong except see him at the second lowest point in his life, save Hangman from drinking himself into oblivion last night, and learn his deepest, darkest secrets.
It took him a good hour to walk the short trip to his apartment, but rather than heading to bed like his body screamed at him to do, Hangman forced himself to work out. Stripping off his shirt, he put on the boxing gloves and went to the punching bag, taking all his frustration and embarrassment out on the leather and sand, trying to punch away all his emotions. It'd take him until the end of his life to succeed with that endeavor.
"Dude, you've really got to start locking your doors," Coyote said. Hangman whirled around, wondering how long his friend had been there. As if sensing his question, Javy added, "I just got here, but judging by the sweat, you've been at it for a while."
Feigning casualness and masking the dark thoughts that might've been showing on his face, Hangman said, "I thought you would've been with your date still."
"No, we're taking it slow." Coyote looked him up and down. "You look like shit."
Hangman scoffed. If his friend only knew. "Nice to see you, too."
"Ghost texted me."
Shit. "About what?" Jake replied, dropping his gaze to his hands as he took off the boxing gloves.
"All she said is, and I quote: I fucked up. Hangman needs you. No other explanation, so I figured I should get here quickly."
Ghost's words were an exact echo of the ones Hangman had sent Juliette after their fight. God, why couldn't she stop caring about him? Why couldn't Ghost let his words ruin their relationship like he had wanted them to?
"What happened?" Javy prodded, moving aside when Jake stalked to the kitchen.
"I got drunk, said things I shouldn't have, and told her off."
"What exactly did you tell her?"
Hangman sighed, realizing his friend would only drop this once he told the truth. Again. So he did. Almost every nitty gritty detail, with the exception of the near-suicide jump into the ocean that Coyote had unknowingly saved him from. At the end of the story, Javy sat on the bar stool and sighed. "Wow, you really did tell everything. Even the letters?"
"No, not those." Miraculously, it had been the one secret he kept to himself. How that- over everything else revealed last night- ended up being the one piece he hadn't blurted out, Hangman couldn't figure out, but he wasn't complaining.
"Do you still have them?"
"No," Hangman lied, thinking of the stack of envelopes tucked away in a box on the top shelf of the coat closet, forgotten for most of the year except on the few days he found himself tempted to send them. "Even if I did, they wouldn't change anything."
"Why did you never give them to Ghost in the first place?"
Hangman shrugged, unwilling to admit he'd been too scared, too cowardly, to give the sheets of paper that contained every piece of his love to her, afraid she would read them and then wrench his heart right out of his chest out of pure spite for the pain he'd put her through. "Don't know. Didn't feel like it'd make a difference. I've never been good with words or actions anyway, so probably best I didn't give them to her. Most likely would've made it worse."
Coyote nodded but dropped the subject. "Whatever you need, I'm here for you, starting with telling you- and I mean this in the nicest way possible- you need a shower. You reek of alcohol."
And probably other shitty things. Hangman thought grimly. Nodding in agreement, he shuffled off to the bathroom.
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Actual Masterlist🤓
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Almost got destroyed😱
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Aankhon ke zarokhon se...
chapter 3 of sangam tera....
summary - when his change in behavior and often interaction with her started to confuse her and they had to work things out between them.. [ angst,emotional ]
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No one's pov..
if the lotus eyed woman said she wasn't shocked, confused, surprised, amused, off guard, baffled and whatever correct word was applicable at the very moment to describe whatever she was feeling as the tsunami of unsaid words the emotions the feeling buried deep inside her heart than it would be a big lie. her eyes widened ever so slightly as soon as the husband of hers held her arm like never wanted to let go and pulled her towards himself she swear she never felt her heart beating too fast.
he confused her she was so frustrated by his change in mood and never fixed emotions she was done at this point her heart craved the comfort the happiness the peace she always dreamt off but the man she was standing in front of right now definitely had some other plans why he just couldn't stay same why he had to be so confusing and hard to understand she was willing to do anything for him hold him let him take his walls down for her and she would welcome him with open arms.
but he wasn't the kind of person to make anything easy he wasn't someone who would blurt out his real emotions and feelings so easily Niyati wanted to know the person behind this cold serious grumpy guy who always stayed angry she knew it wasn't the real ram but then again he wasn't giving her any chance to know the real Ram not that she was ever hoping he would but still the small ray of hope after whatever happened outside today she as convinced that he actually cared a bit.
she didn't wanted to know why he took her stand she wasn't sure either but at least he did and that was slowly confusing her to another level she wasn't even sure where was his mind he hated her right ? then why ? why he actually did that ? when he clearly himself said that there was nothing between them and she was non existent for him then he wasn't clearly the one to defend her. the man actually drive her insane at this point she had no idea why was all this happening ?
the lotus eyed woman took a deep shaky breath controlling her emotions somehow not meeting the eyes of the man standing in front of her staring at her like she was the only existing thing in the world the only thing that was why he existed he was alive and he was breathing. his intense look felt like she was the only thing that mattered and Niyati not wanting to feel all this couldn't help herself but got more frustrated and confused than she already was she truly was not getting all this.
" Ram i think you should get some rest and let me do some work" she spoke in a calm and composed tone keeping her world short and simple afraid that she will speak more and the emotions she had been hiding till now will get betrayed by her mouth and eyes which never wanted never in her worst nightmares as well. she gave him a look wiping her hands with the kitchen cloth walking towards the dining table to set the dinner not paying much attention to her husband.
but Ram just stood there silently watching her every moment not uttering a word feeling himself lost in his own head he didn't understand what was actually wrong with him ? why was he acting up this way the way that guy outside talked about her spoke things about her the look he had in his eyes for his wife Ram felt like if he could just burn the guy alive at that moment nothing else mattered at that time just the flithy words echoing in his ear drums testing his patience .
Ram knew one thing that when people met someone it was so clear at the moment that they both belong together some where at some level as friends, as lovers, or as family, or maybe as something entirely different they just work somehow god knows why but that is what Niyati was doing in his life they just worked together it didn't mattered if she hated him someone as a monster like him or if he hated her ?the answer was yet to be known whether they both understand each other or not ? or they were husband and wife ? strangers that didn't mattered ? and the strange thing was that
it made him feel alive ....
that he wasn't a mere dead soul working for a cause at all that he was also breathing that he was alive that he was a human just with the existence of a certain woman and yet he hated her for making him feel so confused he had not felt so many emotions in his life till now but the woman he got married to definitely had some other plans to throw him in the void of emotions.
he didn't knew that feeling the impact she had on those around her he doubted that how much someone needed the rare smile she sometimes gave he doubted if she knew how much her kindness was turning someone's life upside down she didn't knew the hugs of her he had imagined in his mind about her those long comforting hugs to just hold and tell him everything was going to be okay that he was not alone but then again why ? he himself made one thing clear that she was not more than a stranger to him.
he believed in one thing she was someone he was building a connection with they were married for more than 1 and half years now and he had came to realize one thing that he didn't hated her as much as he had come to make himself believe he did. a connection so drawn to him he had never expected before and somewhere in there he knew as the time would pass this connection would grow more it develops over time they were going to experience a love so deep, strong, and complex that over the time they began to doubt
if they ever loved anyone prior...
that ' soulmate' connects with them in every way and every level every moment which actually brought a peace, sense , calmness between them.
she was happening to walk over his heart like she always belonged there took down his walls and lit up his soul on fire. " Ram ?" he snapped out of his head at the sound of his wife as he turned to look at her confused and still a little lost somewhere looking at her sighing taking a deep breath looking at her and mentally scolding and cursing at himself for thing about such stupidity and being this idiotic taking a deep breath again he found her looking at him in confusion as she looked away after sometime gesturing towards the food on the table and then walked inside the other room.
ram with a confused heart and heavy mind got fresh taking a nice cool shower to keep himself calm and try to give some time to himself battling with the demons inside his head and the battles of his heart the conjured up emotions trying to threaten to come out without having any real and literal meaning of them as he sighed slipping onto fresh pair of clothes.
coming out of the bathroom he noticed Niyati flipping through some pages of a journal and her eyebrows were creased with worry seeing him she quickly put it back getting up from the chair slowly silently motioning him to have dinner he took a deep breath giving her a silent nod rolling up his sleeves and sat down on the chair.
all the while only the sound of spoons clinking kept echoing in the dining hall but for Ram the atmosphere wasn't quiet or silent it was loud and filled with so many voices ringing up in his eardrums asking for answers and the reasons for whatever he was doing as he looked calm having his food without saying anything he could feel the eyes of his wife looking at him staring at him asking for something but it felt like she didn't know how to ask and what to ask ?
was she still thinking about the previous events ? was that guy's word's still hurting her ? of course they would she was a mere human after all she would definitely get hurt and its not like it was the first time she got hurt like this and that made the man sigh because he didn't wanted the lotus eyed woman to go through such things he was ready to take these words on himself they didn't hurt him he was used to them but for her ?
no no absolutely not she didn't deserved all this in fact she was such a pure soul after bheem told him how she stood up in defense for Akhtar against the british officer yeah he was happy from inside he was proud of her from inside but dare let anything show on his face.
that's how she was messing up with his brain.
" apply this on your bruises or else they will cause you more pain" he stopped wiping his hands with the towel turning around to look at her as she stood there holding a small glass bowl in her hands it looked like some salve her eyes wandered on his hands as the bruises on his knuckles were still visible he sighed " i will be fine" he nodded and spoke in a very small short composed tone as Niyati looked down at the bowl in her hands and then at him
walking inside she looked at him and then pulled the nearby chair putting the bowl on the table still not saying anything while Ram watched confused not understanding what was she doing ? she gave him one last look her dark brown lotus eyes peered in his chocolaty one's with different emotions dancing in them as she took his hands in hers and softly and gently applied the mixture on his bruised knuckles. if he said he wasn't surprised than it would have been an understatement .
The way his eyes widened a bit so slightly as soon as her warm hands touched his cold one's he felt like he got his breath back. as like that is where he actually belonged he needed to hold this hand to live to survive it was the need the touch was so caring so soft it was like that's what he needed the comfort the peace he felt he never knew he could and would feel familiar with such feelings. his heart hammering against his chest as he tried to look unaffected but whom was he kidding ? he didn't felt this relaxed and peaceful since his family left him and all but this day this moment it felt like his life was turned up side down .
his fingers twitched betraying him his heart his mind he wasn't supposed to be feeling all this he had an aim he needed to full fill a promise there was no point of feeling such stupid things but the constant soft breathing the lotus eyes fixed on his bruises the focused look of the woman sitting in front of him treating to his wounds he never felt like this it was his mother always who treated his wound with so much affection care and love.
it all looked same with Niyati as well her eyes held the same care and love ? the way she silently sat it was making Ram lose his mind he never had anyone to take care of him like this getting all this from the wife he hated the wife he despised for no reason was making him feel things which he never thought existed inside him.
his eyes kept trying not to get lost in her brown one's but as if her soul was calling him to immerse himself in her to know the woman these beautiful eyes hid the woman who was the actual niyati ? there was a sudden urge inside him to know her more. he sighed making her look at him " is it hurting ?" she asked softly too softly that Ram felt like its been ages since someone had to talked to him in such comforting tone he gulped hiding the tsunami of his emotions nodding at her " i am okay" he said in a rather soft tone as well.
she gave him a small smile resuming his work but there was something Ram wanted to know how she was still there if anyone as at her place they could have left after dealing with something like this but she never said anything never complained about anything just stayed inside her own bubble. she didn't deserved such treatment.
" can i ask you something ?" she asked in a slow hesitant tone making him realize he was again lost in his world as he turned to look at her giving her a nod after looking at her for sometime " why did you do that ?" she whispered making him frown in confusion what was she talking about ? " what ?" he whispered making niyati sigh as she took his another hand " that guy " she looked away as his senses got alert was he bothering her from too long ?
why ram wasn't familiar with all this ? there was definitely something she was so worried about " what's wrong ?" he asked softly she looked down at their hands " why you defended me?" she whispered finally looking at him "you hate me " she gulped " then why?"the last words came out all breathy.
and the fact that ram actually didn't had answer for that he definitely didn't knew why he defended her she was his wife wasn't that enough of a reason but what caused this much of anger as he glanced at his bruised knuckles and then at her. " because you are my wife" he said in a short simpletone not making anything more complicated
" take care" she smiled a bit at him he realized she was almost done as she got up walking out while he looked down at his perfectly bandaged hands but in such a lost state that he didn't knew what to say what to feel how to feel ? as she didnt said anything closing the door gently behind her while he just sat there pondering over his own answers and reasons.....
what was happening with him ?
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Raag - Anurag § Chapter 1
— Ram x Sneha Acharya [OC]
*.✧ SYNOPSIS : Sneha Acharya lost her parents at a young age. Her father's friend, Arjun decided to adopt and take her to Hyderabad. There she grew up to be a beautiful woman. Then came her doom. She arranged to marry Ram, the traitor. Where will this go now?
*.✧ WARNINGS & TAGS : cursing, arranged marriage, 1.6k words.
*.✧ — NAVIGATION // RRR MASTERLIST // SERIES MASTERLIST
"Ahh!" Sneha yelled in pain, "It hurts, Kakima."
"Shhh, sit still." Her Kaki, Malini, ordered her as she worked on the latter's hair. Pinning the gajra to the bun.
Sneha huffed, looking at herself in the mirror. Today was her wedding and that too, with a man she despised.
At the tender age of six, Sneha lost both her parents to a car accident on their way home. Even though Sneha survived the accident, losing her parents left a great trauma on her. Arjun Dev, a close friend of her father who lived in Hyderabad, decided to adopt her.
Here, in Hyderabad, she grew up under his and his wife, Malini's care. Growing up, Sneha was fond of literature. She took inspiration from the nature around her and inked them in a diary. Later she decided to turn that hobby to her profession.
Sneha was not blind to atrocious works of the british. She knew well how monstrous they were. How they fooled Indians and took over the whole country. How they tortured poor Indians and kept them like slaves.
Sneha could not see their pain and misfortune so she decided that she would help as much as possible to free her country from their vicious clutches. She had written many nationalist books under the pen name 'Nandini'.
Now considering how much she loves Bharat and hates the British basterds, the last person she expected to marry was one of their loyal dogs, Alluri Sitaram Raju. She was pissed off when her uncle told her about the marriage proposal.
She instantly rushed off in anger to confront him but when he requested her with nothing but utter sincerity, Sneha could not turn him down. Had he not adopted Sneha, she didn't know what would have happened to her and Sneha was great to them. So, here she was now a few minutes away from getting married to that traitor, Sitaram.
Malini held Sneha's shoulders, "I'm so happy for you, Sneha. Trust me, Ram is a really good man and he will always keep you happy."
Sure, a traitor like him will do anything but keep me happy.
Sneha plasted a fake smile on her face and looked at Malini through the mirror's reflection, "I hope so."
Just then the door opened and one of her sisters ran in, "Hurry! The groom is here."
Malini left Sneha alone in the room to gather her thoughts. Sneha looked down, in her lap was a pendant, engulfed in her palms. Her mind was crowded with thoughts. How was she going to spend her life with Ram? Just how?
But time didn't stop for her. It went on it's pace. Sneha was escorted to the mandap where they were tied into the sacred bond of marriage. The wedding ended and Sneha bid a tear-filled farewell to her family. Then she was taken to his house where his side of the family performed all the rituals and in no time it was their wedding night.
Sneha sat on the bed, heart racing like a train. Her knees were pulled to her chest. She wondered if Ram would try to force himself on her. She was, by no means, ready for this. This was supposed to happen between two loves, soulmates and they were neither.
If he tries something, I'll kill him.
Sneha thought to herself. The wooden door opened and Ram walked in, closing the door behind. Sneha gripped the saree harder, so much that her knuckles turned white.
Ram started walking towards the bed. Just as he came to the end of the bed, Sneha shot up, standing on it with a knife in her hand, "Don't you dare come any closer or else I swear to god, I'll kill you."
Ram flinched back, startled, "What on earth are you doing?"
Ram glared at her but she snapped back, "Listen mister, I have no intention of being your wife, let alone spent a night with you. Stay the fuck away from me."
Ram could not help but scoff at her atrocious words, "Like I want to sleep with you. I have way more important work than sleeping with someone foul-mouthed like you."
"Yeah yeah whatever. Now get out." Sneha swung the knife in the door's direction, "You are not staying in the same room as me."
"This is my room. You get out."
"Do you want to die in your sleep?"
Ram gulped in fear, the kind of person she seemed to be, she probably would not even hesitate before stabbing him to death. Sneha smirked, knowing very well that she had won.
"Whatever, hope you die in your sleep." Ram snatched the blanket off the bed and started walking out, muttering under his breath, "Who named her Sneha, they need to be put in a mental asylum."
"And your name should have been Ravan instead, even better Shishupal, you useless coward." Sneha yelled before the door slammed shut.
Sneha waited a few seconds before sighing in relief, saved for the day. She got down from the bed and carefully hid the knife in the nightstand's drawer. She quickly took of all the make up and jwelleries and changed into simple saree. Then turning off the lights Sneha snuggled into the soft sheets and let the slumber pull her into the dreamland.
Sneha woke up the next morning to the empty house. Ram was nowhere to be seen. That happened the next and then the next day. Ram would leave the house before Sneha could wake up and come back after she had gone to sleep. The sofa in the living room was now his bed.
Sunlight peeked through the sheer curtains, filling the room with golden light. You snuggled more into the sheets before blinking your eyes open. Glancing at the table clock, it showed the time was 7 o'clock. Sneha sat up on the bed, streaching her limbs to get rid of the sleepiness.
Throwing off the blanket, which she found in the closet (Ram was too much of a dick to give her one), she got up. Sneha made the bed and then did her morning routine. Sneha dressed up in a red silk saree with gold work done on it.
Today she was going to make a library card at the local library. Books were her addiction and not being able to read one the past days were killing her inside. Her hair was still a little damp so she decided to leave them open.
Sneha walked down the stairs and into the living room, only to stop at the bottom step. There was Ram, sitting on the sofa, reading newspapers. Dressed in a simple white shirt and dress pants.
He was handsome— scratch that, he was extremely good looking. If only his personality was like Sri Ram. Sneha mourned internally. She walked into the kitchen, adjourned to the living room.
"Wow, look who didn't sneak out early in the morning today." Sneha said loudly, too loud.Ram could feel his eyebrows twitch. Stay calm Ram, don't listen to her bullshit. He could not stay calm for long when started again, "What? Did your dear British government fire you already?"
His mouth moved even before he could comprehend, "Look who didn't sleep till afternoon like a pig. What direction did the sun raise from today?"
Sneha's jaw dropped on the floor, "I sleep like a pig? Me? Sneha Acharya? Then you sleep like a damn donkey."
Ram mumbled, loudly, while turning a page of the newspaper, "Truth hurts. What can we do?"
This damn donkey!
Sneha stomped her feet before rushing into the kitchen. She could feel herself fuming with anger. Only a good cup of chai could help her calm down. As slammed the saucepan on the stove, an idea hit her brain.
"Oii." Sneha called from the kitchen.
"What?"
"I'm making chai. Do you want some?"
".............Sure." Ram answered after a minute of silence.
Sneha threw him an 'ok' sign and got back to prepare tea. Ram could feel something was off. But what could she do? Poison his tea?
Calling me a pig. The audacity. Now taste the tea made by a pig.
Sneha quickly prepared two cups of tea and brought it out in the living room. Placing the tray on the low coffee table, she handed him a cup and she herself started sipping from one.
Ram inspected the cup and the liquor. Smelling it, seeing from all angels. Sneha suppressed the laugh, dying to come out. Finally Ram took a sip.
Hmm? Not bad.
Until a second later it hit. The inside of his mouth started burning like hell. Ram dropped the cup on the ground, yelling in pain. He felt like he had eaten a thousand chillies. Sneha could not stop it anymore. She threw back on the sofa, laughing like a mad woman.
Ram searched the containers and cabinets, searching for something, anything, to help with the burning feeling. He finally found a small container of rasogolla. He somehow opened it and gulped down all of them in a matter of a few minutes.
When he finally calmed down, his chest was heaving crazyly. Anger raised in his head when he fully grasped what had happened. He saw Sneha leaning on the kitchen door, giving him mocking looks. Ram glared at it like an angry bull. If looks could kill, you would have been six feet under the ground by now.
Ram marched up to you, jabbing his pointer finger on your forehead with each word, "You. Will. Pay. For. This."
He gritted out before walking past you, shoving your shoulder with his in the process. You turned your head to see him stomping up stairs.
We will see Mr. Ram.
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Since I've seen people pair up the enforcers with each other, either as a polycule or with OCs, I have happened to notice nobody has tried to pair Hak Foo up with canon characters in the show so I'll do it.
I know he's not everyone's favorite but he's mine so shut up.
Hak and Valmont - Considering the fact that Valmont placed Hak as his favorite over the other enforcers (even though that was never really explored in the show outside of the Eighth Door episode), gave him a higher - ranking job over them (probably paid him more too) and had him stuck by his side as a bodyguard in the video game makes me believe something's going on with him and Valmont.
Ya'll cannot tell me Valmont hasn't had fantasies about his men (looking at you Finn) and just because I said Hak would be unaware of the enforcers' polycule doesn't mean that he's not gay himself.
I headcanon him as a raging Bisexual, he just gives off that energy to me.
(I've said before that he's oblivious to women's advances towards him, he doesn't have interest in getting with anyone regardless of gender due to the line of work he's in and that he was sheltered from love at a young age but that doesn't mean he hasn't had ideas or fantasies about it, like I said he doesn't express any emotion outside of anger, sass, concern or super pissed so he's definitely the type who wouldn't know how to express love)
Just your typical boss x assistant/bodyguard smut.
Hak and Ratso - Given the fact that Ratso seems to be the one to butt heads with Hak the most (and interact with him for that matter), they give vibes of the rivals that hate each other, see who can piss each other off more and then tease them to death about it (Hak's usually the recipient of the teasing and he hates it).
Even though there's not much since the show liked to write in Hak Foo whenever they felt like it, I feel like this holds some water.
Also Ratso's "Big Guy" comment towards Hak Foo in the Ox Head Incident is definitely giving off fruity vibes (yes I know the others joined in on the teasing but let me have my fun ok)
(I am well aware that Ratso would probably deny Hak's feelings since Hak is genuinely a destructive person to be around and the fact that the others in the Enforcers' polycule are terrified of him they'd definitely not want to accept Hak unless he makes a change in attitude.)
Hak and Jackie - There's no escaping this pairing, the rivals that hate each other but are also madly in love is strong with this one.
Hak's little gay ass "here I am" once Jackie called his name in Armor of Gods definitely set something off in me, if someone calls your name and you reply with this much excitement you're definitely in love.
Hak always wanting to be the one to give Jackie a spanking as well also is a huge indicator.
His "I want to Ram you" line in Shrink Rap is another huge indicator to me that he's the dom in this relationship.
Another scene from Shrink Rap (I WANT YOU TO STOMP ON ME SO BAD)
The fact that he also has dolls of Jackie in his gym is kinda cute also, he went through all this trouble just to make them look accurate just to destroy them lol.
(Honorable Mention) Hak and Torhu - Literally just Rivals to Lovers, similar to Hak and Ratso.
I've also got an OC in the works to pair up with Hak Foo as well, she's female so there will be more female representation in the show because they were often pushed to the side or just nonexistent.
Also we need more evil women period.
(He may be allowed to step on me but I am also allowed to step on him)
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If anyone enjoys my writing style and would like to recommend some prompts, hit me! I enjoy Junker Queen x Ramattra but I also enjoy Ram x OC/female reader. Or if there’s any other ideas just lmk ;) I don’t shy away from angst or kinks
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G - Gold
Written for @laurfilijames - it's Fíli...and the prompt "Gold"
Words: 1 k
Characters: Fíli x OC, Dís
Warnings: Very minute sexual innuendo
Fíli was ready; together with his mother and uncle, he had painstakingly worked through the meagre chest of belongings that were his to give in preparation for this afternoon.
“Do you want someone to go with you?” Dís asked, fussing with a braid on the side of her firstborn’s head in a wordless admission of nervousness.
While strife and trouble had hounded her line indefatigably, love had been a rare blessing—she had loved her husband dearly and had lost him too early while her brother was still searching for the right lady to capture his heart at his ripe age.
Thus, she couldn’t help but feel her nerves flutter at the thought that her little pebble would ask the strong, wild woman he had the honour of having by his side—in battle and in life—to say the ancient words of romantic promise and vow to never leave.
Undoing a braid of her own hair, the one that identified her as the leading female of her clan, Dís retrieved the simple golden bead her brother had made for her when she had come of age.
“Amad,” Fíli whispered, awed by the depth of that gift when she let this most precious of possessions drop into his hollow palm without much ceremony, as was the wont of her people. “Are you sure?”
“Go now, son of mine,” she urged, “before ill winds find you and blow away your happiness.”
He knew what shadows lay on her soul and so he didn’t argue but made his way down the passage to the chambers of the young dam he yearned for constantly.
They had met on the training grounds where she had been teaching a few dwarves how to use their ponies and war-rams better in an attack—her flowing hair and her twinkling eyes had captured his heart almost immediately and the rest was history.
Not unlike him in temper and taste, the dam of his heart was adventurous and brave, but she also had a tender heart that could weep for the misery of the world as much as it could catch fire in a sudden burst of passion.
“Fíli,” she gasped when he entered without knocking. “I had not expected you so soon. I was just in the process of getting ready for the picnic we had planned.”
At first, this stubborn lady had not been enthused by the idea of being wooed by the prince—dreading that she was to be reduced to a piece of furniture or a ceremonial dagger: only ever taken out and looked at on holidays or on rainy days.
It had taken Fíli some time to convince her of the sincerity of his affection and—ever since—they were almost inseparable.
“You said that you abhorred the idea of a golden cage,” he started in a scratchy voice as if all the words he had prepared on his short walk had scraped his throat raw, “but I hope that your dislike is for the cage and not the metal for here I am, holding some of the finest dwarven craft ever done in that material for you to accept or reject.”
“Fí,” she chuckled, cupping his bearded face lovingly and pressing a less than appropriate kiss onto his shaking lips. “What are you talking about?”
“Be mine.”
“I am yours!”
“Forever.”
She flinched back as he knelt, holding his hands up and presenting her with his mother’s bead and his family’s bracelets as a humble offering.
Seeing the prince—the heir to the throne and the dwarf she truly loved—thus made her knees buckle and, half-undressed as she was, she sank down, facing him.
“Fíli, my dear, is this what I think it is? Do you want to court me in earnest then?”
“I would not offer you the gold of the Durins if I had any less honourable designs on you, woman,” Fíli roared, forcing his eyes never to stray from her luminous face and her merrily sparkling eyes; he could almost discern the soft flesh of her bosom, moving under the thin chemise, but he tore his gaze away from this delicious distraction in a supreme effort of will and self-denial.
“The only gold I want,” she grinned, “is your hair on my naked skin. How about that, Prince Fíli? Would you deny a lady her first request and thus forfeit your suit before it has begun?”
Her slender fingers moved along her elegant collarbones teasingly, pushing down the flimsy straps of the self-same garment Fíli had struggled to ignore gallantly.
He gulped.
“No,” he finally whispered, setting down his valuable gifts on the soft, worn carpet of her room gingerly. "I'll fulfil your every wish gladly if that might sway your wonderful, generous heart in my favour.”
“You have my heart,” she replied honestly, “but is that really all of me you’d have? I accept your suit, Fíli, and your gold. Now, tell me, isn’t all the rest a matter of timeline and formality?”
His eyes grew wide, oceans of confusion and desire churning with indecision. “What…”
“Kiss my hand in the Great Hall,” she smiled sensually, “but, shrewd as we are, we would not blindly agree to wed someone with whom we might not be compatible, would we?”
“I guess not,” Fíli muttered, already utterly entranced by her forwardness—this was the lady who steered and controlled mulish ponies by the strength of her thighs alone, how could he have believed, even for a single moment, that she would be content with the traditional, boorish ways of the court etiquette?
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” she said, standing up. A muted swish made Fíli look up to behold her naked body, gleaming in the afternoon sun falling through the open window. “Now put your Durin gold on me, prince, and let’s see how it becomes me!”
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Ram waking up Amayia with breakfast in bed, giving her a kiss on the cheek and a soft “I love you.”
Amayia would be touch and kiss her check before praising her meal. Every so often she would give Ram a kiss and whisper “I love you” back with a faint smile. She would probably make her desert later that evening as a thank you.
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Little Black Book: The One You Had a Crush On
Summary: There are a few names in your Little Black Book, and these seven hold a special place in your heart. Now that you are closing that chapter in your life, you reminisce the time and experience you have had with your seven favourite men, especially with Kim Taehyung, the one you had a crush on.
Pairing: Taehyung x female reader
Rating: EXPLICIT. No minors allowed.
Genre: nonidol!au, strangers to lovers, friends with benefit
WC: 6.4k
Warning: big dick Tae, oral (m & f), fingering, protected sex, ass slapping, hair pulling, a bit of exhibitionist kink, OC is greedy for Tae’s third leg, 69, facial, talk about threesome but no threesome act, a bit of begging, Grammy 2020 Tae for reference.
A/N: Cameo from the Wooga squad, though only Seojoon has speaking line in this one, we see Yoongi again briefly, mystery boyfriend finally makes an appearance (though we all know who he is by now).
I can’t believe I wrote so much smut for Tae in this one. Hope you enjoy this chapter! And always, likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated! 💜
Series Masterlist: Little Black Book
You should be embarrassed at how loud your stomach growled but you were too exhausted to care. You murmured a ‘thank you’ as your order of Katsu Kimchi Nabe was placed on your table. You immediately dug in, closing your eyes in satisfaction at the first bite.
With your stomach in a better condition, you looked around. The small cramped space was half full, it was way past lunch time anyway. The little katsu place was a hole in the wall, but the food was homely and delicious. And its location, just a block away from your office, hidden in an alley, was perfect. It was a good getaway place when things got a bit too much.
Your eyes caught a couple of men sitting just next to your table. You noticed the EMS uniform first, and when your eyes travelled up to their faces, you had to look away. You had encountered handsome men- Seokjin for one, Hoseok another- but these two took your breath away.
Perhaps feeling your eyes on them, the one with the curly hair turned to you and smiled. “Came here often?” He asked.
His partner burst out laughing. “That is such a cheesy line. I apologise for him.”
Curly hair pouted playfully. “I’m just making conversations, hyung. And we all should come here often because the food is so good!”
You laughed and gestured to your meal. “It is good. Can never go wrong with this. Are you both paramedics?”
The two men smiled. “Yes,” curly haired answered, “we’re on our lunch break. And yourself? What do you do? If you don’t mind me asking, of course.”
You shook your head. “Not at all. I’m an attorney. My office is just around the block.” You took out your business card and handed it to Curly Hair. “In case you need legal advice.”
Curly Hair took your card. “Miss ______, very nice to meet you. I’m Kim Taehyung, and this is Park Seojoon.” Curly Hair- Taehyung- looked playfully at you. “You know, you can just ask me for my number and I’ll gladly give it to you.”
You scoffed at his remark, and his partner chided him in mock annoyance. “You’re such a shameless flirt.”
Taehyung winked at you. “I’ll give you my card in return. Hang on.” He reached into his pocket and took out a scrap of paper. He scribbled on it and gave it to you.
“Wooga Band. Wednesday 7pm.” You raised an eyebrow at the name of the club and the address he had written underneath. It was a little bar near your university. You wondered if Taehyung was a fellow alumnus.
“That’s us. And a couple more of my hyungs. Come see us play.” Taehyung invited. “We play till 9, then maybe I can take you to my favorite katsu place.”
You snickered at his flirting. The older paramedic piped in, “We’re not that bad, seriously. Come check us out.”
You folded the piece of paper and slid it into a slot on your phone cover. “Well, let’s hope work won’t hold me back from seeing you guys play.” You had checked your built-in calendar in your brain, you were free on Wednesday. But there was no need for them to know that.
The two men finished their meals and were preparing to leave. You looked questioningly at Taehyung. “You’re not going to give me your number?”
He grinned. “Nope. Come see us on Wednesday and I’ll give it to you.”
~~~
You actually enjoyed Wooga Band’s performance. You were pleasantly surprised at Taehyung’s husky voice, and how well it fit the jazz melody. You also did not expect the effect his voice had on you. When you turned down his invitation for supper, he frowned a little. But he quickly brightened up when you offered a better alternative- his or your place.
“Let’s go to yours.” He chose. “I’m still off tomorrow but you have to work. I can just take a taxi home.”
You felt warm at his consideration. Even warmer when he stole kisses in the cab ride to your place. And more so when he cornered you in the elevator, his lips all over your jawline and his hands roaming across your middle. Arriving at your floor, you pulled him towards your apartment, and once inside, you slammed him against your door.
He moaned as you attacked his lips with yours, and pressing your body close to his, you felt his erection on your belly. Your hands went down to cup him, and he groaned into your mouth,
“So impatient, darling.” He tilted your head to gain access to your neck. You gasped when his tongue slid along your skin, but he was right, you were impatient. You knelt before him, your hands working to undo his pants, pulling them down, followed by his boxers.
You gulped when his cock sprung free. He was big and long, and your sex began throbbing at the sight. You tried wrapping your fingers around his shaft. Oh boy, you swallowed hard, you hoped you could wake up the next day.
You started with kisses on the head and along his length, then you gave shallow sucks, slowly but surely taking him in centimetre by centimetre. Your hand stroked the length that your mouth could not reach, with your saliva acting as a lubricant. You shifted on your knees, finding a more comfortable position, knowing you would need to take your time to take all of him in.
His fingers were in your hair, tugging and pulling it in sync with the groans escaping his mouth. You looked up at him as his cocked entered deeper and deeper, until it hit the back of your throat. You controlled your gag reflex, then prepared to pull out but his hand was holding your head in place.
“Can I fuck your mouth, darling?”
You nodded as much as you could. He moved lazily at first, but soon he got greedy. The grip in your hair was tighter, and you had to close your eyes when his hips picked up the pace. Your mouth ached, you were drooling all over the cock pistoning your mouth, but you felt delirious having given control to the man before you. Your pussy was leaking too, eager to be stretched.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” Taehyung fucked your throat faster. “Open your eyes, darling.”
You mewled around his cock as you forced yourself to look up at him. He cursed again, and slammed his hips forward one last time and made your mouth cockwarm him. You gargled around him, fighting the intrusion.
“Relax, darling. You can take it, can’t you?” You pressed your tongue up against his shaft. “Good girl.”
He let go of your hair, and his fingers gently caressed your cheeks. “Such a good girl for my cock.” You whined desperately.
Chuckling, he pulled himself out, and you panted for air. He helped you up, but as soon as you were on your feet, he turned you around so it was your back against the door. He hiked your skirt up and licked his lips at the sight of your thigh-high stockings.
“I want to eat you out, but I think I’ll explode if I don’t fuck you now.”
“Then fuck me.”
He chuckled. “You want me to fuck you here? Where your passing neighbors can hear?” He tugged your panties down, tutting at the arousal that had already pooled there. He brought the fabric to his mouth and sucked greedily. You keened at the sight.
He tossed your soiled underwear over his shoulder. “You taste so fucking good. And so fucking wet.” His fingers were prodding your pussy lips. Watching you, he inserted a finger in, and then another. Your eyes fluttered shut.
“Want your cock, Taehyung.”
“Gotta stretch you, darling.” He smiled as the pout on your face changed when he added a third finger.
You writhed your hips, wanting more. “Please, fuck me.”
He spread his fingers in you, wincing at how tight you were. He fingered you a bit more, then he pulled out, leaving you feeling empty.
“Tae…”
“Finger yourself, darling.” He instructed as he dug around the pocket of his pants for a condom. “Get yourself ready for me.” You did as he asked. Your two fingers felt like nothing compared to his thick long digits, and you made your complaint clear to him. He chuckled again as he rolled the rubber over himself. Then he grabbed your hand and brought your fingers to his mouth. Your breath hitched as he sucked them clean.
“I’m going to eat you out before I leave.” He promised.
He turned you around, so you faced the door. When one of his large hands held your hip, you held your breath. You felt the head of his cock entering you, and it felt so tight already. You moaned out as the head was finally in, and you yelped when he thrusted himself into you without warning.
He rubbed your hips and your back, soothing you, giving you time to adjust. But goddamn- how could you adjust? You felt too full, you did not think you had ever been stretched this much before. You controlled your breathing, relaxing yourself and the pain quickly turned to pleasure. Your walls were not fighting the intrusion anymore, they were clenching almost rhythmically now around his cock. So you wiggled your hips, encouraging him to move.
He obliged immediately. He pulled himself out slowly, before ramming back into you hard. Your moans got louder and your body was jerked forward with every thrust that soon your cheek was pressed against the door as Taehyung continued to fuck you hard.
“Come on, darling, you want your neighbours to hear, don’t you?” he egged you on, his hand travelled to the back of your neck. He fucked you harder now, holding your neck so you did not hit your face on the door. You mewled stupidly, and at a particular rough thrust, you screamed his name.
“That’s it. Let your neighbours know who’s fucking you.”
“Oh God, yes, Tae! Oh!” Your vocabulary was reduced to four words. He was going even faster and more roughly now, encouraging you to be louder too. Your thighs were starting to shake, and you tried to hold on to the door, your fingernails clawing at the laminated wood.
“Close, close…” you whimpered.
“I know darling, I can feel you tightening on me.” The fingers on your neck moved upwards to your hair. He yanked your head back, and his other hand smacked your ass again and again. You finally reached your peak. Screaming out his name, your body shook and you swore you saw white stars behind your closed lids.
Your pussy walls pulsated erratically around Taehyung’s cock, and he growled as he got nearer to his orgasm too. Once you had recovered from yours, you moved your hips backwards, meeting his halfway, and soon he came undone.You felt his cock twitch inside you, as he shot his seeds into the rubber. A few more sloppy thrusts followed, then he let go of your hair.
“Fuck, that was so hot.” He gasped. He pulled out gently, then took the condom off and tied it. He discarded it carelessly on the floor.
“God, I feel like such a groupie.” You felt like jelly splattered on the door.
He laughed as he helped you straighten up, massaging your hips and back gently. “Nah, you’re the first fan I fucked. You’re okay? I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He hugged you from behind.
You shook your head. “I’m OK. It was… hot. And really? You never hooked up with any of your fans?”
“Nope.” He rubbed your shoulders. “Just you. I like your vibe right from the beginning.”
“Wow, I’m so honoured. Though it is likely I’d have to move out after tonight.” You rested your head on his chest.
“Well, this place is a dump anyway.” You laughed at his comment, then squealed when he moved to carry you fireman style. “Where’s your bedroom? I promised to eat you out and I’d rather do it lying down.”
You did not think it possible, but your battered pussy instantly became wet again. He figured out anyway where your room was, and hurriedly took you there, leaving his and your clothes piled up by your apartment’s door.
~~~
You were entering dangerous territory. You did not like how you immediately smiled whenever you got a message from Taehyung, and how your smile widened when it was silly selcas he sent. You did not like how your heart beat faster when he said he wanted to meet up and how you took extra time choosing what to wear. The man was drop dead gorgeous and you were definitely flattered by the attention, but you were starting to feel this could very well become a one sided crush.
He never asked you out on a date. It was either ‘hey I just finished my shift, wanna hang out?’ or ‘Didn’t see you at the club tonight, are you free now?’. There were times you wished his questions were less of the Netflix-and-chill type. You supposed you could ask him out yourself, but you feared that possibility of rejection so much that you would rather settle for whatever it was you had with him. You could deal with it- it was simply controlling your emotions, and you could do that, you were trained to do that. You were safe as long as you did not let yourself lose control.
It was hard however, especially when he was cuddling you, with his lower half practically over your lap. It was one of the times when he wanted to just hangout, but you both knew where that would end up.
“You’re a clingy one, aren’t you?” You massaged Taehyung’s calves.
“Is it bad?” He settled himself further on your shoulder.
“No, just wondering how many other people you’re doing this with.”
He hummed. “I told you, it’s just you. I don’t do this with anyone else. I like spending time with you.”
“You mean you like having sex with me.”
“Well, the sex is great, but this is nice too.” He gestured at the TV and the snacks on the table.
“Because it always leads to sex.”
“Mind blowing sex.” He corrected.
There was no point torturing yourself, it was just sex. It was what you wanted, wasn’t it? Ms Workaholic Climbing up the Ladder had no time for relationships. That was your number one rule with your men, that was the very first thing you declared to them to avoid any misunderstanding. So, stick with it, you scolded yourself.
Taehyung frowned at your silence. “What’s wrong, darling?” He tilted your chin so you would face him.
You shook your head gently. “Nothing.” You whispered.
He nuzzled your neck. “Doesn’t sound like nothing.” You could not help yourself but shudder when his breath fanned against your sensitive spots.
“What do you want, darling?” He prodded.
I want a lot of things from you, you wanted to say, but instead, you simply answered, “I want you.”
“How do you want me?” His hand moved to cup your breast, thumb rubbing over your clothes until your nipple stiffened from his touch. You bit your lower lip to hold back your moan. “How does my darling girl like it?”
“Oh.” you gasped when his mouth tugged your earlobe, at the same time he pinched your nipple. He chuckled, the low voice sent shivers down your spine and straight to your pussy.
He pinched your nipple again as he peppered your jawline with little kisses. “You like this?”
“Yeah.” You breathed out. Your body had gone numb. His legs were still across your lap, pinning you down on your sofa, as his large hand pressed against your breast, holding your body under his control.
“Taehyung…” you called out to him, your legs squirming, your pussy desperate for some friction.
He lifted his head to look at you. “Fuck, you look so desperate.” He smiled. “You want more?”
You nodded. “Yes, Tae, please.” You mewled shamelessly.
He leaned towards your ear, kissing and licking your earlobe, making you writhe further. “I’m going to fuck you on this couch, darling. I’m going to fuck you so good you’re gonna beg to cum. Would you like that?”
“Yes, yes…” You were starting to blatantly grind your hips under his legs. He chuckled.
“You’re gonna take my cock good, darling?” He tugged your nipple.
“Yes,” you whimpered, “I want it, Tae. Please.”
He moved slightly away from you and you nearly protested, until he pulled your top off. He stared at your lace- clad breasts hungrily. Licking his lips, he cupped them both.
“Tae, please. I want you to fuck me.” You arched your back to push your tits against his hands.
“I will, darling. You gonna take everything I give you?”
His voice had gone down several octaves, the baritone went straight to your center. You spread your legs unconsciously, you were getting more and more desperate for him.
“Yes, I’ll take it, Tae. I’ll take it all.”
And you meant every single word.
~~~
You had thought a few times to invite Yoongi to see Taehyung and his band perform. You had little musical knowledge- you had been listening to the same bands for the last five years- but you figured it was no harm to get the Wooga Band some exposure. You were hoping the music producer would find them good enough; you wanted to give that little hope to Taehyung and his friends.
The only reason you had not invited Yoongi so far was because you didn’t know what to do with two fuck buddies in one place at the same time. You knew if you showed up at the jazz club, Taehyung would want to go back to your place. You and Yoongi both knew where you stood, so you did not need to worry about any jealousy from his side if you went with Taehyung. But it still would be weird, you would be introducing one to the other and you had no idea what to expect.
You actually took extra care in your appearance that night. You wore your courtroom suit to work (which prompted everyone in the office to wish you luck for your court case when actually you had none), your heels (which you regretted slightly because your feet were aching), and most importantly, thigh high stockings and lacy bra and panties set (which Taehyung LOVED). You sighed. You kept telling yourself you did not wear this for anyone, it was for you, the combination made you feel confident and sexy. But who were you kidding?
Yoongi ended up cancelling on you, to your relief. You could barely focus on anything else but Taehyung. Taehyung, who took the stage in a loose black and white print shirt with matching bandana, paired with tight black pants. Taehyung, who smiled and winked at you as he sang about two ships passing in the night. Taehyung, who rushed to you once his band was done, as if he had not seen you in ages. You breathed in as he hugged you, the smell of lavender combined with his musky natural scent invaded you.
And Taehyung continued to fill all your senses that night, as you were riding him vigorously while sucking on his fingers sloppily. His hips rose up to meet you on every thrust, sending his cock deeper and deeper into you.
“Fuck, darling.” He smiled teasingly. “Look how good you are sucking my fingers.”
You answered by moaning against his digits and clenching your cunt around him.
“Ah, that’s right, keep sucking, darling.”
You grabbed his wrist to keep his hand in place. You kept taking his long fingers in, bobbing your head back and forth, eager to have your mouth filled. Your saliva dripped to his hand and down your chin. He hissed at the sight of you drooling.
Your hips were starting to lose your rhythm. Your thighs were getting tired, but you were getting closer to orgasm too. Your free hand snaked down to rub your clit, but Taehyung pushed it away.
“You’re gonna cum on my mouth.” He declared, yanking his fingers out which made you moan wantonly at the sudden emptiness in your mouth.
“God, you really love being filled, don’t you?” He rose up to kiss you, thrusting his hips up, impaling you as deep as he could. You grabbed onto his shoulders as your pussy walls clenched wildly around his cock.
“Tae,” you panted, “fuck, you feel so good in me.”
“I love stretching you, darling.” He whispered, his hands wrapped around you and pulled you closer to him. “69 with me?”
You whined.
“Hmm? You don’t want to suck my cock, darling?”
“I do, but then I’ll feel so empty.”
“So whiny and so needy.” He slapped your ass. “I’ll put four fingers in you, don’t worry.”
He pulled out and discarded his condom, chuckling as you continued to pout, then positioned himself in the middle of your bed. You moved to hover over his face, and his large hands gripped your hips to pull you down to his mouth. You moaned loudly as you felt his tongue swept over your puffy lips. He growled as he continued to lick you, collecting your arousal with every swipe.
You leaned down to take his cock in. Despite having a regular hook up with him, you still had to really work to get his cock in your mouth. You wrapped your lips around his girth, your tongue pressing and flicking at the skin.
You felt the tip of his tongue poked into your hole then, stabbing into it, juicing you further. You moaned against his shaft, your saliva rolled down the length that you could not fit in your mouth (yet). Wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock, you squeezed lightly and started to stroke him. With more lubrication, and your mouth relaxing, you slowly took more in, until the head hit the back of your throat.
He rewarded you by pushing two fingers in. You moaned, and clenched when he added another finger. “You’re still so tight, what the fuck.” He mumbled against your cunt.
He pumped his fingers slowly, while his mouth focused on your clit. Everything in you tensed up as your sensitive nub was stimulated, but you forced your throat to stay relaxed. You knew if you could get more of him in your mouth, he would give you that fourth finger. You closed your eyes and inhaled sharply through your nose as you pushed yourself. You felt the head slid slightly further in, and you immediately controlled your gag reflex.
“Oh darling, you’re so good to me.” Taehyung’s mouth left your clit to praise you. “You’re so good.”
You tightened your lips around his shaft then slowly pulled out, your saliva leaving a glistening trail. His mouth was back to tease your clit as he inserted a fourth finger. You were so stretched at both ends, and it felt so, so delicious. His tongue was flicking your button furiously, encouraged by the shaking of your legs and your moans around his cock.
He growled when your fingers instinctively dug into the flesh of his thighs. “You’re clenching so tight baby.” He said between flicks. “Gonna cum on my fingers? While you suck my cock?”
You garbled a yes, which only sent more drool down to coat his testicles. It made him piston his fingers faster and more roughly and his tongue pressed harder against your clit. You could feel your juices flow more and more into his waiting mouth, the slurping sounds pushed you closer towards your bliss.
The string in your body finally snapped. You came, and you came hard, your pussy seized his fingers in a deadly grip, your eyes squeezed shut as your screams were muffled by his cock. He continued fucking you through your orgasm, and when he felt your body starting to relax, he pulled his fingers our of your cunt and his cock out of your mouth, then flipped you over to lie your back.
“Taehyung, what- ” you sounded your objection, but he quickly cut you off by inserting the same four fingers back into your sensitive hole. You arched your back, your hands moving down to weakly swat away his, but at the same time, you spread your legs wider to accommodate him.
“One more, darling, please.” He asked sweetly. “Wanna see your face when you cum.”
His body was hovering above yours, his eyes wild with lust. He pumped his fingers almost desperately, his palm rubbing over your hooded clit. Oversensitivity quickly gave way to pleasure again, and he leaned down, supported by his free hand, his curly hair swinging around his handsome face.
“Look at me, darling, open your eyes. That’s it.”
You forced yourself to keep your eyes on Taehyung’s, even when it was getting so fucking difficult to. The more he moved his palm and his fingers, the more your eyes lost their focus, and before you knew it, your whole body became taut, and this time, with no intrusion in your mouth, you screamed his name over and over as you felt your body exploding. Your hands reached out and gripped his hair as you came, and he hissed at the stinging pain on his roots. But his fingers did not stop, they kept going, until you loosened your hold on his locks and you opened your eyes.
“So fucking sexy, darling.” He praised you. “You look so damn sexy cumming for me.”
“Taehyung.” You weakly caressed his face. He turned his face so he could kiss your palm.
He then removed his fingers and brought it towards you to look. “So wet.” He spread his fingers lightly to show you the sticky sheen he had collected. He shuffled to get his knees on either side of your waist, his soaked digits wrapping around his still hard cock. You whimpered as you watched him stroke himself.
“Cum on my face, Tae.”
“Fuck, you sure?”
You looked him in the eyes and nodded. “Paint my face white.”
He growled again in that baritone voice of his, and jerked himself intensely. You eagerly waited for his seed spraying onto your face, your eyes flicking between his eyes and the head of his cock. Your pussy was still throbbing from your last orgasm, and you snaked your hand down to rub on your battered clit.
Taehyung saw your hand move to the spot between your legs. “Gonna cum again, darling?”
You could only nod, as your mind went hazy one more time. You felt your thighs and your lower abdomen tensing up, and you rubbed your clit in tight circles, urging yourself to come for the third time that night. You ignored the oversensitivity, you knew it would soon go away. And you were right, before long, your body started shaking again. Keeping your eyes on him, you welcomed another orgasm, albeit weaker than before. You heard him curse, then you felt a splatter of warm liquid hitting your cheek. You quickly opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, hungry for a taste of him. You kept your finger pressed on your clit as he decorated your face with his cum.
You closed your mouth, swallowing the cum that had made it there, and you licked around your lips for more. He squeezed the last drop of cum out of his cock, then collapsing next to you. You lay side by side, recovering from your intense session.
After a few minutes, he got up from the bed, murmuring that he needed to clean you up. You grunted your response inelegantly, and he chuckled. Coming back with a wet towel, he started to gently wipe your face, then your sex, taking extra care knowing how sore you were. Then he plopped back down next to you.
You liked this best, when he turned to you to lay his head on your chest, his long arm and leg sprawled over your body. He was such a cuddler. You absentmindedly played with his hair, while his thumb rubbed circles on your ribs. You took a deep breath. You savoured moments like this with him, the intimacy allowed you to stupidly hope even though you knew it was useless. But you’d take it. This was good enough.
“That wasn’t too dirty, was it?” He asked.
You frowned at his question. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I think it was the wildest sex we’ve had, but, I don’t know,” he shrugged, “I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”
You cooed at his attention. “Tae, I enjoyed every second of it.”
He looked up at you, eyes twinkling. “You were so hot, you know. And loud.”
You laughed. “You have that effect on me.” He smiled, then put his head back on your chest.
“Can I ask you something?” Taehyung moved to lie on his side, facing you. You turned to look at him. “When, uh, when you rode me and sucked my fingers, did you like it?”
You giggled nervously. “Um…” you felt your cheeks blush, “yeah, it was a big turn on? I just like how you made me feel full. At both ends.”
He hummed. “And when we 69? Like when I fingered you and you were sucking me.”
You nodded. “Yeah, it was fucking hot.”
He nodded at your answer. He looked away then back at you. He opened his mouth to ask the next question, only to quickly shut it before he could get a word out.
“Is everything okay?” You prodded.
He cleared his throat. “Well,” he started, “I really don’t know how to say this.”
“Just say it then.”
“Don’t get mad at me, okay?” He swallowed when you looked at him curiously. “Uh… would you be interested in a threesome? Maybe?”
“Excuse me?” Your eyebrows shot up.
“You don’t have to answer!” He said hurriedly. “It just came across my mind, and I was just curious, and if you feel uncomfortable answering, you don’t have to say anything. God, just forget I ask!” He rolled onto his back and covered his face with his arm.
You stared at him. He wanted to have a threesome with you? Did you want to have a threesome with him? “Tae, have you ever had a threesome before?”
“Uh, yeah, once in university.” He was still covering his face.
“With a girl and another guy or with two girls?”
“A girl and another guy. The girl was someone I knew who wanted to try it. The guy was my best friend in university, well he’s still my best friend now.”
“Okay, so that threesome you asked,” You couldn’t believe you were having this conversation with your crush. “if I said yes, who would it be with?”
“Uh, I’d ask my best friend.” He answered sheepishly. “I mean, I trust him, you know? With my life. I know he would be discreet and respectful, he would treat your right, and he would never ever breathe a word about it to anyone ever, and-“
“Why do you want to have a threesome with me?” you interrupted him.
“Because,” he took a deep breath, “the way you looked and sounded just now, fuck, it was just so insanely sexy! And I- for some reason- kept seeing you with another cock rather than my fingers. Fuck, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.”
You thought about what he said. Riding Taehyung while having another cock in your mouth. Sucking Taehyung while another cock pounded your pussy. Your body felt hot, you could not even tell if it was from embarrassment or arousal, until you pressed your legs together. Yup, it was arousal.
“Taehyung,” you pulled his arms away. He glanced at you. “I want to. Let’s do it.”
He sat up, shocked. “Fuck, really? You don’t think I’m a pervert?”
You laughed as you sat up too. “Yes, really. And no, I don’t. Like I said, I like feeling full. From both ends.” You were sure your cheeks were red as a beet as you convinced him. You were sure, 100% sure. You wanted to experience this with Taehyung. Fuck, you had made a sex tape with Yoongi, you definitely could do a threesome with Taehyung. Yes, you wanted this.
“Wow. I hated myself for asking you, but now I’m super… excited.” You glanced down at his member. Oh he was excited, all right.
You scooted closer to him, maybe you both could have one more go before he had to leave. “So, who is this best friend?” You asked, rubbing his pecs.
“Actually, you may know him. He’s an attorney too.” He pulled you onto his lap. “His name is Park Jimin.”
You felt blood draining from your body.
FUCK.
~~~
Today
The band finishes their last song, and as last applause dies down, you turn to your friend. “So, what do you think? They’re good, right?”
“Hmm. They’re not bad.”
“You like them!” You clap. “I’m a pretty good talent scout, aren’t I?”
Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Don’t give up your day job.”
You scrunch your face at him then grab his hand. “Come, I’ll introduce you to them.”
You pull Yoongi closer to the stage, then wave energetically at Taehyung, who is helping out his hyungs clearing their instruments. His eyes widen when he sees you, mouth breaking into that boxy smile you’re so fond of.
“Hey! Long time no see!” He hops off the stage and rushes to hug you. “How are you?”
“I’m good, I’m good. Oh it’s so good to see you.” You give him one last squeeze before letting him go. “Tae, this is Min Yoongi, a music producer.”
Taehyung’s jaw drops. “Oh my god. Min Yoongi. THE music producer.”
Yoongi rubs his neck uneasily.
“He’s shy.” You wink at Taehyung as his band mates join him. You make the introduction all over again, and laugh cheekily at Yoongi’s increasing discomfort as the band members fanboy over him. Seojoon, the oldest member of the band, shepherds the whole group to a table, where he promptly orders drinks for everyone.
Soon, Yoongi and the band get into a deep conversation about music, and you sit back, watching them while you nurse your beer. You love watching Yoongi in his element, his passion shines through, just like your boyfriend does when he talks about poetry and arts. You are about to text him, to update him on Yoongi’s positive reaction to the Wooga Band, when Taehyung slides to sit next to you.
“I can’t believe Min Yoongi is here. And he actually likes our stuff.” He whispers excitedly, as if saying it any louder would make Yoongi disappear into thin air.
You giggle. “Of course he likes your stuff. You guys are seriously good.”
Taehyung rubs his face. “Best day ever.” He exhales slowly, then turns to look at you, to really look at you. “How have you been?”
“I’m good.”
“Good.” He clears his throat. “I haven’t seen you much since…. well since that night, so I was worried…”
“I told you I was busy.”
“Yeah I know, I know.” He sighs wistfully. “Still, I was worried.”
“Taehyung, that night,” you lower your voice, “is one of the best nights of my life.”
He smiles smugly as he leans in. “It is pretty mind blowing for me too.”
“Honestly, I was extremely nervous about it, but once we started, oh my god, Tae, it was so fucking hot. I still think about it a lot.”
Taehyung smirks. “Don’t you have a boyfriend now? Should you not be this obvious about that night?” He teases.
You take a swig off your beer. “Well, he doesn’t need to know everything I did in the past, does he?”
You both giggle giddily. God, you really miss him.
“So, we’re good?” He asks.
“Of course, we always are.” You clink your beer with his cola, your crush long forgotten but your friendship remains intact. “Wooga Band is getting more fans, I see.” You look around to see a considerably larger crowd than when you first saw them play many months ago.
“Yeah, it’s great. The club keeps asking us to play more nights, you know.“
“Wow, that is amazing! Once you record a song with Yoongi, you’ll be a household name!”
Taehyung waves your comment away shyly. “Ah, we’ll see. It’s nice to think that, but… we’ll see.”
You hum. “Are you still working as a paramedic?”
He nods. “Yeah, but this month would be my last.” He chuckles at your shocked expression. “I’m going back to get my Master’s. I want to be a counselor.”
“Taehyung, that’s wonderful! I’m so happy to hear that.” You truly are happy for him. He has mentioned before that he wanted to do more to help people. You hug him. “You will make such amazing difference in people’s lives.”
He hugs you back then lets you go. “You’ve always been my biggest cheerleader. Thank you.”
You look at him fondly, then hug him again. “I’ll always support you, Tae.”
Your boyfriend joins you later that night, work having kept him longer than usual. You introduce him to Taehyung and the band (he has met Yoongi before), and you wonder at Taehyung’s tone towards your boyfriend when the former says, “Good to know she’s in good hands.”
You don’t spend too much time pondering that, however, as your boyfriend pulls you to the side, a little away from the group so he can kiss you properly. You smile at him lovingly, content to be in his embrace.
“Yoongi seems to like Taehyung and his band a lot.” He comments.
You nod as you snuggle him. “I bet he already has a song in mind for them.”
Another band is on the stage, playing something sensual. The alcohol you have consumed, combined with your conversation with Taehyung about THAT night, is stirring something inside you. You wrap your arms tighter around your boyfriend’s middle, resting your head on his chest. You swear his pecs get bigger after every trip to the gym.
“You’re clingy tonight.” He teases. You look up at him and pout. He smiles before leaning down to kiss you.
“Daddy,” you call him sweetly.
“See, clingy.” He kisses the tip of your nose.
“Daddy,” you whisper, “would you ever want to do a threesome?”
A/N : Tada! I hope you enjoy reading this, and have I teased you enough about the Jimin chapter?? :D
Published on 06052021
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tbh i don't even wanna write ram x anyone stories anymore, esp not after the mv was released like i just do it cause i love my female ocs and id probably make it sapphic BUT I SO SO WANT TO WRITE A RAMBHEEM FIC
#the only reason i havent is cause have you seen the other rambheem fics on here?? fucking brilliant#like i dont have the mental fortitude to write something that brilliant#rrr#seherie🪞#tbh im just spiralling rn cause ive finished another exam and i dont even have time to rest before the next one
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