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➼ Shadow and Bone (S2E6) + Crooked Kingdom, Chapter 16
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One Day At A Time (Part 3/?)
Jake Seresin x Reader
A/N: More angst, ngl I was listening to Daylight by David Kushner when writing so this got away from me a bit wasn't expecting it to get this dark...
T/W: Anxiety, panic disorder, grief, PTSD, gun violence, torture, murder, prisoner of war, war crimes
Summary: Hangman's POW fiancée attempts a prison break; Javy talks Jake into doing something he doesn't want to do.
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Jake POV -
Coyote can talk anyone into anything.
He's somehow convinced everyone to book the day after the mission off work to go to your place, not wanting his best friend to spend another one of your birthdays isolating himself.
Jake pulls up into the driveway and grabs the barbecue supplies from the back of the car before dumping them on the side in the kitchen.
"Wow, when we said let's go to Hangman's I wasn't expecting this." Rooster says entering the house with Phoenix, Bob and Fanboy in tow. All of them blatantly ignore Jake's tear-stained face and glance around in awe at the house.
"I'm not being funny but how on earth have you financed this?" Phoenix questions making Jake laugh. He cannot express the relief that her teasing makes him feel after a morning full of unease.
"Phoenix you cannot ask that!" Rooster gasps giving her a horrified look.
"This place was unbelievably gross when we bought it, It literally makes my skin crawl thinking about our first viewing... It was up for sale so cheap I knew there must've been a reason, other than it being close to base." Jake smiles, "there's no way in hell I would've bought this without Y/N walking around declaring what we should do to it." He elaborates, not having the vision to have done any of the renovation alone.
"Jesus he has a pool!" Fanboy shouts from the other side of the room as the others rush to the window to scrutinise outside. When everyone arrives Jake gives them a quick tour around the house to avoid anyone snooping without his knowledge.
He leaves Bradley to man the barbecue and heads inside to grab a beer. In doing so he watches Phoenix and Bob verbally dissect the photographs on the mantle.
"God she was gorgeous." Phoenix points out to no one in particular, tone sounding impressed that Jake managed to land you.
"She really was." Jake sighs looking at the photo of you at your backseaters wedding, grinning ear to ear at whatever he was saying to you.
God I miss you
"How did you two meet?" Bob queries, stopping Jake before he can spiral into his thoughts.
"Flight school... I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking, she literally knocked me clean off my feet day one. We started arguing and I just thought shit this is the girl version of me." He smirks as he answers.
"God I can't imagine there being two of you out in the world. How would we cope?" Payback winks, making Jake roll his eyes in response.
"Do you usually celebrate her birthday?" Bob asks not really knowing who Hangman is as a person outside of work.
Jake instantly shakes his head. "No she fucking hates -" he starts to answer swiftly cutting himself off. He ignores the bolt of heartache that threatens to shatter him as he realises he needs to correct himself, "-hated her birthday... She never wanted to celebrate it so we always just did something together without anyone else. I don't know why Javy's arranged this." Jake lies not completely oblivious to Coyote's attempt to force him to find closure.
He can't even argue that it's misguided. It's been years and he still needs to correct himself to past tense when talking about you.
Every time he comes home he half expects you to walk through the door after him.
Jake would never say it aloud but every time he comes home, he feels like he's waiting. Permanently waiting for you to get home too.
"You miss her a lot?" Bob continues trying to get a read on him.
Jake nods. "Every single day. She's my first thought when I wake up in the morning, and the last one before I go to sleep."
"Still?" Javy's worried disbelief comes from the doorway.
"Yeah." Jake's lip quivers slightly as he continues to stare at the photograph in Phoenix's hands.
I thought that this would get easier as time goes on - everyone says that - but every day I miss her more than yesterday.
Jake tears his eyes away from your photo and necks the rest of his beer in silence. All he can think about is how he'd give anything to not feel like this anymore.
Unable to shake the torment, Hangman slips out of the living room and heads back outside to argue with Bradshaw.
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Reader POV -
You're shoved forward by a warden, collapsing onto your knees in the threshold of an outbuilding you've never been in before. Tears well in your eyes from the sheer force that your knees hit the concrete. The tears don't have a chance to fall, as the man hoists you upright forcing you inside.
Anxiety surges in your chest as you look up. You're greeted by blood splattered walls that instantly confirm your thoughts about this building.
This is where they kill people who are no longer useful to them.
You look over at Ghost hoping he will give you a look to convey that he has some form of grand plan for leaving this place. His golden skin looks ashy with sickness, sweat beads on his forehead, and his face is contorted in trepidation.
He doesn't have a plan. Neither of you have a plan.
It feels like someone has sat on your chest with how rapidly short your breathing is becoming, your apprehension is blossoming with every passing second spent in this building.
I do not want to die here.
You silently beg your backseater to look at you, as if meeting his gaze will prompt you to have some form of epiphany. His shoulders are hunched, eyes glued to the floor inaudibly accepting his fate.
He's been trying to convince you that you'll get out every day since you got here, you've told yourself every day that's not possible. Seeing him resigned to this reality sends adrenaline pounding through your body, you're not dying here at least not without a fight.
As the herding stops, you scour the room as best you can without moving, eyes flickering between all of the red covered rooms as you search for anything at all that you might be able to grab to attack the wardens with.
Fuck, this is hopeless.
We're as good as dead.
The rooms are almost completely empty.
There is nothing, not one single thing, here that we can use as a weapon, you realise.
Your thoughts of giving up are abruptly halted the millisecond after they form, as you watch the warden on your left shift his right arm towards a gun strapped to his waist. He's the prick who pushed you.
Somehow through the endless cries of the people around you, you hear the unmistakeable sound of gun safetys being removed. The fallacy that you've created of this place having some vague sense of security or solidarity among prisoners is shattered when the first round of gunfire begins.
You feel your stomach start to churn as people try to shield behind others. The sequential bout of nausea that washes over you is unignorable.
Your whole body traitorously reacts to the commotion, your rigid tension melting away to a whole body tremor. You've never been in the situation where you feel your knees shake with genuine well-placed terror before.
You've got to pull your shit together y/n. You mentally slap yourself trying to fight your inner anxiety away, needing to think rationally to decide your next move.
Without debating the consequences, you shove the warden next to you into the wall behind him with all the strength you can muster. He's thrown off guard, obviously not expecting any resistance. After his minute stumble allows you to take his weapon, he straightens up hand instantly moving to become a vice on your arm. He twists your arm in an attempt to throw you off balance. You do not shift even an inch, feet firmly planted on the ground. You're so deep in your fight or flight response that you barely even feel the motion that you expected to floor you.
The wardens are so focused on obliterating prisoners that they don't recognise the screams of their own as out of the ordinary, so you continue resisting.
When all of the wardens are down, you allow yourself to properly glance around the prisoners in the room.
Everyone looks broken beyond repair, most of them are bleeding.
Even if you got everyone out, you're not sure who among you is strong enough to live with this.
Ghost looks like a shell of himself
Ignoring that thought, you turn your attention to him, "I want to go home" you state croakily, arms still shaking as you lower the gun.
"There's no way out of here." Ghost reiterates, agitation plaguing his voice. It took the two of you, four days of recon to figure that escape was not at all possible from where they keep normal prisoners.
"Listen to your boyfriend Miss America." One of the wardens chuckles from his place on the floor, momentarily pulling your focus to watch him hold pressure on the bullet wound on his leg.
"Then we die trying." You instruct your back seater, before opening up your invite to everyone else.
A fail looking man that you bumped into earlier, shoves a boy in your direction quickly saying something to him in a language you don't understand.
There are kids here? A shudder runs through your body at the thought of children being exposed to this. No one should be exposed to this, especially not little kids.
The man turns to face you, opening his mouth to say something when a bullet rings out. You grab the kid shielding his eyes before he can see his potential father figure drop to the floor.
A warden sniggers from the floor as you stand glued to the spot in horror and disbelief that anyone would be that insanely cruel.
"Go." Someone chokes out, moving to shield you.
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Part 2 for those who missed it
Part 4
A/N: I promise I'll listen to something happier and write some fluff soon
#jake seresin#tgm#top gun#jake hangman seresin#jake hangman fic#hangman imagine#hangman x reader#hangman angst#top gun au#top gun x reader#top gun hangman
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Boudoir
TW: Smut. Language.
SUMMARY: Drew’s reaction to your gift for him.
WORD COUNT: 1200
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Of all of the gifts wrapped with care, this one was the one you were the most eager for him to open. Having contradicted your excitement in having him save it for last as you believed it was the best, you bit your bottom lip in anticipation for his reaction. Watching his ringed finger and thumb pull apart the ribbon you set diligently in the center of a rather flat gift box, his eyes illuminated with curiosity to the book set beneath his gaze. From a moment’s glance it would appear as an innocuous piece of literature, too thin to belong to any of those authors he favored the most. And yet, he was soon to find its contents to be his most favorite work.
A plain cover decorated to fit the season had misdirected the sultry images beneath as he pulled back the cover to find the first page dedicated to him. One in which he would read aloud with excitement raising his tone with the compliment of his familiar smile.
“To my Drew, for the nights I can’t be with you, I hope this can keep you warn…” He raised a brow and narrowed his eyes into a teasing narrow before continuing to the next page. A parted mouth and following cock of his jaw expressed his intrigue and approval. Your body was on full display, covered in only a sheet, allowing him the reminder of the curves he knew well, teased beneath a thin covering.
“Who took these?”
“A girl friend.” You eased his worries of someone else finding your fame, only to observe his blush worsen as he continued to the next page.
Close ups of your breast covered with the lace of his favorite set of lingerie accented the left side of the book as the images adjacent had been that of you wearing one of his favorite shirts, kept open, to reveal the caverns of your bosoms he was teased to kiss even in this moment as you were fully clothed before him now. His eyes couldn’t help but drift there as you leaned closer.
“Keep going-”
“I don’t know if I can…”
“You’ll want to…” You flipped the page for him, showcasing your flexibility in a specific position. You continued to lead the continuation as his eyes were gluttonous for the variation of poses that reminded him of his favorite angles he could set you within.
Photograph after photograph of your body, he adored well, had been memorialized in a book specified for him. But before you could reach the end, he was suddenly on his feet and in a set of quick steps to the bedroom. Immediately, you wondered if it had been anger for someone else having seen your body this way. Yet he would return before you were able to ask him, your body taken against his as you gasped of the sudden motions made of your change of gravity.
“Drew!”
“I want to take some of my own…”
He explained, his body teasing yours in every reminder of what he could offer you. His lips brushed over yours just enough to taste the echo of cigarettes and mint, his chest rose and fell to yours as you could recall how it felt beneath your hands when you rode over him or over you when he took control, and finally, his fingers taking that climb up your curves and to your pants that were taken to your feet.
“Take it off…for me?” He asked half dominantly with a hint of saccharine neediness as you were hesitant to oblige before ultimately sharing his fervor of the moment. Biting your bottom lip, you slipped out of the pajamas matching his own and standing in only his tee.
“I want to see all of you, doll…” You kept your eyes set to his as you lifted the tee over your head and allowed your hair back to a cascade down your back.
“Turn around for me. Hands on the wall…” You obeyed, feeling him kiss from the edge of your shoulder and into the curve of your neck, distracting you long enough to surprise the unlatch he made of your clasp.
“Look back at me…I am going to take three pictures…” He moved back, guiding you to the prefect position to catch the lights of the Christmas tree to the side of you, “Before…During…and…after…” He smirked, now lifting you around him and leading you to the floor in front of the same faux evergreen decoration. The camera was disposed of to your side as he took his time focusing on your body. It was enough to forget of everything from your name to the date itself as his hands climbed your legs and to the remaining fabric to your hips, where his lips ran over the new chill. Those same lips continued to your sex, collecting the drip caused since the moment you’d first felt his touch, as a tongue became the source for a further saturation.
“Drew…” You moaned, his name acting as validation for your desperation, as he prepared himself at your sex.
“So fucking beautiful.” He groaned, teasing your lower lips with the head of his cock. He kept this in a taunt for your eyes to open once more, waiting until you were witnessing him, before he thrust inside of you. That first parting of your lips was interrupted by his lips as he kissed you passionately while building a rhythm between your legs. His depth and speed were precise and perfect to explain his care and romance with each thrust. Where his grunts may have been animalistic in desperation of the release you both built towards, his touch and kiss had been the reminiscence of compassion and trust first and foremost between you.
“Right there…” He spoke quickly, lifting the camera to take the snapshot of you lost in bliss, in the center of a building orgasm, but not on the cusp quite yet to have eyes screwed closed in ecstasy. However, it had been the flash from the camera and eroticism of the moment that brought that to fruition quickly. His palms slammed into the floor as he rutted harshly into you.
“I love the book baby, but there’s nothing like feeling the real thing…” He kissed into your neck, quickening his pistoned hips that hammered faster and faster into you. “But next year, how about you let me make my own with you?” You nodded, willing to agree to anything while you found that contraction in your stomach to lower to the nerves between your legs until you felt him tense inside of you. That unified rush of pure pleasure having come through you both in unison as you grinned wildly to the moan made into your skin by his complete rush.
“Fuck…” He kissed your chest, raising the camera to view one more time, before taking one final shot. Kissing your lips softly, he pulled all three polaroids to the back of the book.
“All for me…”
“All for you.” You validated, finding it ironic how a gift for him seemed to be more of a present for you…
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oooh if you're still taking requests can you please do a shy Kevin x reader? I love your writing 😭
distract the cook
kevin x reader (request! tysm for loving my writing <33333 hehe)
genre: chef kevin bc i admire him, shy kevin, cuddling, neck kisses, kissing, he's a fool-ish
notes: there is a big day coming up for me soon~~ i don't think ill do anything special for it though... i hope you like this anon!
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“it is normal to not have much in common with your partner,” you read aloud after searching it up. it was the first article that came up.
“okay but-” kevin pointed at the many rows of plushies and stuffed animals stacked up on your bed. “can i please disagree with this?”
you glared, putting your hand on your hips, “what’s wrong with this?”
“it’s a mountain!” he complained. “your bed is supposed to fit two people but it can barely fit half of one…”
“they’re cute!” you defended, shoving a beady-eyed cat in his face for proof.
“they are but…” he dragged his hand down his face in a stressed manner. “there’s just so many.”
you didn’t reply. instead, an amazing idea appeared in your head. you approached him quickly, making him jump momentarily.
you looked him straight in the eye, “shush.” and then you jumped at him, pressing a firm kiss to his lips. when you pulled away, his eyes were wide as he stared at you in utter shock.
“y-you caught me off guard…” he muttered.
you could only giggle. at least you won the argument.
you settled down on the bed and looked up at him.
“won’t you join me?” you posed, looking at him teasingly. he instantly flushed and shook his head, looking away.
“i have to cook dinner now, actually,” he replied.
“aw,” you pouted. “but i missed you…” you batted your eyelashes at him. “dinner can wait a bit.”
“uh…” he looked conflicted as he looked between you and the exit of the room. eventually, though, his shoulders sagged and he sighed, defeated. “fine, but just for a few minutes.”
he climbed in next to you and as soon as you felt his body warmth, you immediately relaxed and smiled. you hugged him tightly, throwing an arm over him so he couldn’t possibly escape. he laughed fondly and simply patted your head.
soon enough, you fell asleep. a very comfortable nap that you haven’t gotten in a while.
when you woke up, the spot next to your bed was empty. you frowned, already missing your boyfriend as you yawned and went to the kitchen where he was currently chopping vegetables for what you presumed was dinner.
an apron was wrapped around his waist, making his shoulders look broader than usual. you gulped.
and then there was another fantastic idea. you quickly snuck behind him, making sure to take light steps. and at just the right moment, you wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him into a back hug as you buried your face into him.
he startled and glanced at you briefly.
“you’re awake?”
“mhm,” you leaned up, and without a second thought, you pressed a light kiss to his neck. you could see goosebumps erupt over his skin as he shivered.
he tried to shove you away with his elbow, “g-get away…” he stuttered. “i’m holding a knife, you know.”
“i missed you,” you whispered, snuggling closer.
“you literally just saw me,” he sighed, unable to hide his smile.
“but still.” you looked up and you broke into a fit of giggles. his ears were severely red. “since when were you so shy, kev?”
“since i met you,” he simply muttered. you cooed, holding even tighter. he shook his head and continued with the cutting. once he was finished, he turned around and looked at you with a frown.
you looked at him confused, “what?”
“i don’t know,” he shrugged. “you make my heart embarrassingly beat fast.” you smiled affectionately. you leaned up and pressed your lips against his once again. when you parted, you could see that he was dazed, his eyes glossed over. he quickly turned around to salt the food he was cooking.
you gasped.
“kevin, that’s sugar!”
he cursed, hiding his face in his hands, “look what you’ve done.” he groaned, “you always distract me.”
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Reading Castle in the Air out loud to my housemates (pt. 1/?):
(I was going to do one of these for Howl's Moving Castle but forgot and now I can't remember all of my thoughts. Oh well. The main thing I do remember is: If you're thinking of reading HMC out loud, do it.)
My housemates haven't read this book before. I have. This will be entertaining :)
Me: "Just to warn you, this story will start with a completely different cast than HMC had." The housemates: "But what happened to Howl?" Me: "… You'll find out." The housemates: *assorted noises of disappointment*
The flowery, "insults thinly veiled as compliments" manner of talking in that book is so much fun to read aloud. I'm probably making everyone sound more sarcastic than they're actually supposed to sound. But that's fine, because it's fun!
There is an assortment of sighing and groaning over Flower-in-the-Night. To be fair, I forgot how cheesy they kind of are.
I mean, they meet and immediately are in love. Or at least Abdullah is. It might take Flower-in-the-Night until the second night to fall in love (being slightly hung up on her uncertainty that Abdullah is a man at all). I'm not actually going to take issue with this, because I don't want to take issue with it, but it literally takes them twenty-four hours to decide to get married, only a couple of which they even spend together.
On that note though, the housemates found the whole "Flower-in-the-Night doesn't think Abdullah is a man" thing hilarious, which means I found it hilarious.
"But where's Howl?"
Aaaaand everything goes wrong and the housemates are loving it.
(This is about the point when Housemate #3 (who has been less involved in the reading shenanigans) walked in with zero context for any of what was going on, and started looking very concerned.)
Housemates are solidly convinced that Howl is the Ochinstan prince to whom Flower-in-the-Night is betrothed (because of the mention of "the princes of Ochinstan are very hard to pin down"), and I am dying. I'm also refusing to tell them anything about how correct they are (or aren't).
The housemates: "But wait, Howl's married already. [This was the only thing I did tell them, back when we started the book.] He must be lying; he doesn't actually want to marry Flower-in-the-Night." I am still dying.
Also we got to the part where Abdullah is challenging the Sultan to just kill him now (knowing that he won't), and that's where Housemate #2 (who has been a fan of HMC, both movie and book, for some years and is the more vocal about Howl's current absence) declared that she loves this book. I feel accomplished.
That is a great part of the book, though, which I had kind of forgotten about. Abdullah's not challenging Fate (yet), but he is setting the tone for that to come up later.
Abdullah: *realizes the carpet responds well to compliments*. Housemate #2: "He's talking to it like it's Calcifer!" Me: *hurriedly keeps reading before I can start snickering*
The genie: "[The soldier] appeals to me. He shines with dishonesty." The housemates: *gasp* "It's Howl!"
Some time later, while the genie is whining over something: "Maybe the genie is Howl?"
Honestly, they are extremely eager for someone to turn out to be Howl, and it's hilarious.
It's also even more funny for me, because there are so many hints about who everyone is, but also there's like five million side comments that just make you think of Howl. I haven't read this book in long enough that I forgot just how many there are.
Housemate #1: "Wait, the soldier doesn't have a name?"
Which is true, and I technically remembered that, and I want to come up with reasons why that could have tipped the reader off to the soldier being more than he seems, but it's not quite coming together right now.
Current running theory is that Midnight is actually Flower-in-the-Night, since Midnight is obviously more sentient than an average cat. I am refusing to confirm or deny anything.
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A Divine Triad, Pt. 2
Welcome to Part 2 of "A Divine Triad." This chapter is pure smut so if you would like to skip it, you can read until the pink asterisk, and then you won't miss anything important to the story.
CW: MC is afab, she/her pronouns used, filthy smut, f! receiving penetrative and oral, profane language, daddy dom, sub+brat reader, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, graphic description of male and female genitalia, overstimulation, choking, creampie, use of words: daddy, slut, sinner, good girl
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Themes: Sex, smut, LuciferxMC
Characters: Lucifer, MC="You"
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When you two were sure Asmo and Mammon were gone, you started giggling. You lightly smacked his chest.
"How dare you! That was embarrassing!" you said between giggles.
"I know and you were very cute," he replied, mischief dancing in his eyes. "But you seemed to have joined in on the joke too."
"I had to get them to leave somehow," you stated playfully.
Lucifer sighed, "Unfortunately, yes." He proceeded to peak his head around yours and look down your body, then back to your face. "I'm not opposed to keeping you like this, though, or a round two," he said with a grin.
"Mm, I'm tempted, but I do believe someone really will kick down the door if we do, and then what?" you mused aloud.
"I suppose we could just keep going like the scene I witnessed in Asmo's bathroom," Lucifer replied in annoyance but also in amusement. You blushed at the thought of that. He noticed and inquired to it, "What? You don't want an audience?" he teased.
"Surely not when it's your brothers walking in on us!" you gasped. Lucifer chuckled.
"Maybe they'd learn their lesson," he replied.
"I think I would rather die," you retorted. Lucifer's face fell when you said that, no longer finding the humor in the present moment. You noticed this change and said, "I don't mean literally die. I'd die of embarrassment, metaphorically."
Lucifer's expression still didn't budge. Even after all this time, your death is something he wouldn't allow himself to think about, at least not in grave detail or for more than a moment, nor would he let others entertain it in his presence. Your life was sacred and a treasure to him, and the thought of it ending was too much for him. If he could guarantee your life to be everlasting, he would be far happier.
You remembered something. "Lucifer," you said, pulling him from his thoughts. He looked up at you once more.
"Yes, dove?"
"You said something earlier," you replied.
"And what was that?" Lucifer inquired.
"Well, I want to tell you something first," you said with a smile tugging at your lips. He waited patiently for you to say whatever was on your mind.
Leaning down and hovering your lips just over his, you whispered, "I love you too," and before he could say anything you captured his lips with yours. Too many thoughts were racing in his mind as your words echoed in his mind. He realized he had said that mid-coitus, but he did in fact mean it.
Once you pulled away, Lucifer pulled you back in for another kiss, putting his hands on the sides of your head. He released your lips and looked you over, "Really?" he whispered, still holding your head.
"Yes, really," you replied with a small smile. He suddenly used his strength to flip you over so that you were now on your back, and he held himself over you with his arms on either side of your head. You gasped and watched him with wide eyes.
*"You don't know how happy you've made me, MC," he said in a low voice. He touched his forehead down to yours. Your hands made their way to his waist, and you tugged. Lucifer laid himself flush on top of you so now you could have the turn with a demon for a weighted blanket. The two of you held each other for a little bit, until you noticed something hard poking you in the thigh.
"Lucifer," you whispered. He held himself up again and looked at you, another faint tinge of blush crossing your cheeks and your eyes glazed with lust. You spread your legs out and gently grabbed a hold of his now-throbbing cock, slowly stroking it. A hiss escaped his lips and his eyes trailed down to where your hand was working him.
He watched for a moment, licking his lips, and then grabbed your hand that was on his cock. He kissed your inner wrist while making eye contact and stretched your arm over your head. Leaning on that arm, he grabbed your other arm with his free hand and also brought it above your head. Without much assistance, he brought his hips down and slid right into your dripping entrance, all the way to the hilt.
"Ah, Luci," you called out to him in a breathy moan.
"You're going to be good for me, right dove?" he growled at you. You gasped.
"I'll be good," you whimpered. He then started rocking his hips, causing his dick to rub deep inside your core over and over in the same sweet spot, and it quickly became overstimulating for you. Your hips worked against you and rocked in sync with his, deepening his penetration and hitting even sweeter spots inside.
"Pl-please, Luci," you cried out. He smirked.
"You said you'd be good for me," he replied. "Is this too much?" he teased, burying himself with a harsh thrust causing you to sob.
"I-I can't-" you stammered. Giving in to you, he finally shifted back, now delivering full, deep strokes so he could feel every inch of your quivering pussy that made the most delicious wet sounds. The feelings of overstimulation were fading, now being replaced with ecstasy as you desperately clenched at his cock with each withdrawal. Slowing his thrusts, he was much more precise and methodical. He watched your expression as you savored how he filled you completely and took it away, but you loved every second of feeling his dick stroke your insides.
Very suddenly, he withdrew from you. You immediately popped your head up and glared at him. With a deep smirk, he lowered himself down to plant kisses down your chest, stomach, and backing all the way down to your dripping sex. While keeping eye contact with you, he lowered his mouth to your slick lips, giving a feather-light kiss that elicited a gasp from you. His hands pushed on your thighs to spread them for him, squeezing the innermost part of them. You blushed furiously as he continued to hold your gaze, sending his tongue to attack your clit. This caused you to jolt and squirm, but his hands, now placed on your hips, held you in place.
He hummed against your clit, the vibrations causing your breath to hitch while unbridled pleasure circulated in the depths of your core. One of his hands broke from its grip on your hip to slip two fingers into your entrance effortlessly.
"Ah! Ahh, wait-" you whimpered, unable to get a hold of yourself in the moment. You brought one of your hands to cover your mouth in embarrassment. Something in the way he looked up at you from in-between your thighs, knowing just how to drive your desire up the wall, it made you wild and flustered.
Just then, he started pumping his fingers with a slow pace that quickly escalated, making your whimpers turn into repeated sobs and pleas, for what you didn't know, because the corners of your mind were falling away into nothing but the thought of reaching for that orgasm nearing. Lucifer admired your writhing body, how there were plumes of red all over, the heat of your skin was searing into his wherever he touched you.
Your walls started to crash and tighten against his digits, and your face was contorted in pleasure, hips bucking into his ministrations. Lucifer knew you were close, and he drove you to it as his tongue dove to mercilessly swipe at your clit repeatedly. Just as you were on the precipice, he quickly removed his mouth and fingers from your core, and with what seemed like lightning speed to you he crawled back up your body to sink his cock into once more, to finish what he started.
His cock filled you back up and endlessly kissed your sweetest spots over and over. Your body was tensing up and you simply couldn't handle it anymore.
"Please, Luci-" you whined. "I need you closer," you said while reaching around his back to pull him to you. He complied and laid flush against you, his hands gripping the pillow behind your head. You brought your hands back to sink under his, so that you were holding hands with your fingers interlaced. Lucifer's lips found yours once more and went to war with your tongue in desperation. His hips were slamming into yours, going faster and faster, bullying his dick into your pussy.
Your scream never made it past his mouth as the shockwaves of pleasure hit you. One. Two. Three. They wouldn't stop. The pulsations were so intense your hips bucked upward into Lucifer's, much to his own surprise, and he pulled his lips away to press his mouth into your ear.
"Oh, fuck that feels good. Cum on my cock, darling. I want to hear you scream for me. Tell everyone who makes you feel so good," he whispered. His hot breath tickled your neck, his words driving you higher, further adding to the convulsions that racked through your whole body. Only his name escaped your lips in a drawn-out string of moans at a high volume, but to you it was a distant echo compared to the roaring in your ears.
Hearing this sent Lucifer over the edge as well, and he groaned his own strings of "Oh fuck" over and over as he continuously rammed his dick inside of you, coating your walls with his cum. But he wasn't done, not yet. Lucifer wanted you to be absolutely fucked out and past the point of no return. He kept ramming into your gushy pussy and pulled up to look at you in a state of pure bliss.
In your mind, you realized he wasn't stopping, and the orgasm wasn't faltering like it normally did. The waves of ecstasy refused to quit crashing into you as he pressed your spongey buttons with the head of his cock. When he did this, fucking you way past the point you could normally handle, that carnal piece of you crept out from the depths of your soul; that part that only he drew out.
Your eyes flew open in shock as you reached another height, only to see Lucifer fucking you in his demon form. He knew that when you reached this point, it brought out something in him too. It was that desire to consume you entirely, to have your body and soul only be his, combined with the desire to give you everything you want: it was his demonic nature.
He removed himself from you and flipped you over. You pushed your head into the pillow and chest to the mattress while holding your ass in the air, knees digging into the mattress.
"Good girl," he growled at you, knowing you knew exactly what to do. He grabbed your ass and squeezed it hard. He lined himself up to you and rutted his hips into your ass, causing you to moan into the pillow as he filled your cunt back up. The new sensations that came from this position made your core flutter against his cock, savoring how he precisely and perfectly fucked you.
"Mm, give me your arms," he demanded. You held them back and he bent them into a hold behind your back with one hand. He yanked on them, causing you bring your torso up so your back was flush with his chest. His other hand grasped your throat, squeezing the sides of your neck. Your moans were choked out by his grip, causing your pussy to become even wetter, all while he still relentlessly running his cock through you.
He chuckled into your ear and nibbled on it before saying, "I can't hear you. Let Daddy know how much you love this, my little dove." He relinquished the hold on your throat in favor of sending his hand down to massage one of your breasts, rolling your nipple in-between his fingers.
You moaned out, "I love this so much Daddy, please k-keep going."
"Mm, you do love my cock, don't you? Tell me you do," he grunted, tightening his grip on your arms. A half-smile crossed your lips knowing the Avatar of Pride wanted to hear you stroke his ego.
"I love your cock, it makes me feel so good, Daddy. Don't stop fucking me, I love it so much. You always know exactly what I like. I just want to be your little slut," you called out to him.
That wicked smile of yours grew deeper when you felt him tense up behind you upon hearing your delicious words. As much as he knew exactly what you liked, you paid attention to him as well. Both of you saying things that'd never cross your lips in any other setting, only with each other, simultaneously stroking both your egos.
He nearly went feral hearing you speak like that, just one more push and you would be demolished by this demon, and you knew it with the way his movements were becoming erratic and less precise. He snapped and said in a tense whisper, "Easy, dove. I'll break you if you keep talking like that."
You were close to another release, and you knew you were reaching your limits as your body was weakening with emotional and physical exhaustion. Lucifer felt you melting as well. Your moans turned to sobbing whines.
"Please Daddy! Make me your little slut and break me. I just want to cum on your cock, you're so good at fucking me. Please, please, please!" you cried out.
Lucifer groaned, released your arms, and pushed you forward back onto the mattress and laid on top of you as he fucked into you as hard as he could allow without hurting you too much. The pillow in your face muffled your screams of powerful orgasmic pleasure and absorbed your tears. He buried his face into the top of your shoulder and bit into your soft flesh, muffling his low cries of his own orgasm, with his hands digging into your waist. Together, you both found your release and writhed, bodies melding together in mutual euphoria.
There you both lay, a mess of sweat, heat, and ragged breaths. The sight of you two would've made for a beautiful painting: the two sinners laid out, the fallen angel and former pride of the heavens in his demon form, on top of a human, the object of all his desires and one he would willingly fulfill all of their whims, while they wandered into cosmic limbo post-orgasm.
*After a minute, Lucifer could still feel you trembling and what felt like sobbing beneath him. He withdrew and got to his knees, so he was no longer directly on top of you.
"Darling?" he called out to you. He grabbed your shoulder and gently pulled you to lay on your back. Tears streamed down your face, but you looked absolutely exhausted. He used a thumb to wipe away your tears. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" his voice was laced with deep concern.
You shook your head and gave a weak smile to try and let him know you were fine. "I'm fine, it was just a lot," you whispered.
"Can I do anything for you?" he asked while sweeping the hair off your face.
You smiled again, or tried to, and said, "Can we just cuddle for a while?" He nodded and laid to one side at an angle, and pulled you into his embrace, and he let his wings fall and relax on the two of you, acting as a shield from the rest of the world.
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Hi 🌙 here!
I thought of the best idea when I saw your beauty and beast reblog, could write fic about Thranduil and his scar. His wife (the reader) is reborn or something and cures him? 👀 Or maybe it can be about Legolas having a secret scar? 🤔
I HOPE YOU ENJOY!
Hello 🌙 anon!
I am sorry for the small delay, but here is your ficlet <3
Words: 1,5 k
Warnings: Mention of death, scars, and emotional hurt
Characters: Thranduil x reader
You found him curled up on his throne – he was lucky that his Elven blood spared him the backache – moping about something or other beyond your understanding.
“Thranduil,” you called, “I did not escape Mandos’ Halls to find you thus!”
Admittedly, this was not the best way to carefully introduce the notion of your having been reborn – you had, after all, on your way back to Middle-Earth, determined that you would not spring this on him – as became evident when he toppled off the seat and all but tumbled down the steep stairs leading up to it.
“You…you are back?”
You had expected a decent measure of astonishment, maybe even a few tears, but the hard expression of rejection and bitter resignation falling over his beautiful face – smooth and radiant even after all these centuries – baffled and wounded you.
“You should not have returned,” your husband muttered under his breath, “you should have waited for me to come to you – rejuvenated, healed, mended – rather than to ambush me so!”
“Ambush?” you gasped in horror, “I am your wife, and you accuse me of something so heinous? Did you not miss me at all then?”
You knew, you had always known, that there was a minute chance that your passing would leave him scarcely impacted; such things had happened before, but – in your naïve faith and your boundless love – you had always sniggered at the mere idea that a bond as deep and true as the one you shared with the Elven king could be severed by something as frivolous as death.
“I have languished helplessly, devoured by your absence,” Thranduil hissed, “but I thought I’d have the chance to reform myself – quite literally – before having to step into the light of your glory once more.”
His hands clenched at his sides as he pulled himself up – a picture of sophisticated grace – and floated towards you, stopping short before he was within reach of your own hands, extended in desperate invitation.
As always, you could easily read his tension in the quirk of his brow and the stubborn set of his fine, sensitive lips that had once tattooed words of steadfast devotion onto the skin of your back in invisible ink, and you felt for him.
Clearly, you had been remiss in believing that you could simply come back and slide into the empty space you had left behind upon your death; there were vines and poisonous roots crawling through that emptiness, shadows of doubt and regret haunting every inch of the bare, infertile space, and you would have to free your spot from them before you could ever hope to regain your place at your husband’s side.
“Speak to me then, beloved,” you pleaded, “tell me about the things you would deprive me of.”
“Deprive you?” It was his turn to sound breathless with shock and outrage. “My desire to spare a soul so pure a knowledge too heavy to bear is an act of grace and not of avarice.”
You had sworn to stand at his side though and – having died too early – you had deserted him when he had needed you the most; part of you knew of course that it had neither been your choice nor your fault, but you couldn’t help carrying the knowledge that he had braved his darkest hours without you to guard and to guide him like a millstone tied around your neck.
You had forsaken him and thus only redoubled his suffering.
“I am not the king you’ve closed your blessed eyes on,” he whispered, afraid to speak the words aloud, “and I am now unworthy of your love, your respect, or even your illustrious presence.”
You wanted to laugh, but you could see that he was deadly serious about this, averting his face as if blinded by the light of your gaze.
“There is nothing you’d have to hide from me, my dear,” you spoke softly, breaching the imaginary abyss between you and plunging your fingers into that silken hair you had so missed fanning across your bare chest as you held him through the night.
“You cannot see me like that,” he insisted.
“Look at me, son of Oropher, king of my heart,” you begged, “look at me and let me see!”
He had been handsome in his youth – dignified in his savagery and gorgeous in his haughtiness – but as you gazed upon him now, his mature beauty – majestic and iridescent as the surface of a wind-swept lake – took your breath away.
“It might well kill you again,” he sighed, “and I’d have made our son an orphan twice over.”
“I am hardier than that,” you contradicted, rubbing a careful thumb over the back of his hand now, “and I am so sorry for abandoning you; had I been given but the glimpse of a choice, I would never have left you.”
A ripple of regret and sadness washed over his face before he inclined his head to press a tender kiss onto your forehead.
“I know, my queen, and I have loathed myself every day for not having been able to save you,” he whispered, “many a time, I’ve cursed the Valar for having deprived this wretched world of the better one of us.”
This time, you did laugh.
“Oh, but you’ve done so well, my love, and I am so proud of you,” you said, laying all your conviction and long-harboured longing into your voice until it rang out heavy as the bells of doom, “so, there is really no need for you to go easy on me; I’ve rested enough and I am back to see you through the dark times yet to come.”
With a pensive nod, Thranduil took both your hands into his own and pulled you into the shadow of his throne.
“Say you love me still,” he asked tonelessly, staring into your eyes with such an overwhelming sense of urgency that you shivered under the bundled light pouring forth from his gaze.
“I love you,” you complied, “I always have, and I always will. There’s nothing you can show or tell me about you that could change this.”
You were afraid that he would confess to some heinous war crime – in your former residence within Mandos’ realm, you had had the time to grow almost inured to the horrific tales of some of the fellow occupants – but you were willing to hear him out and assume your position as his benevolent but stern councillor once more.
His face shifted under your attentive gaze; a scar – deep and gruesome – bled over one side of his face as if the flesh was melting wax in direct sunlight.
“Oh…” you exclaimed, your hand coming to cup his uninjured cheek, “what have they done to you, my poor love? That must have hurt.”
He sighed deeply before nodding cautiously.
This was the echo of a battle long past, you knew, but its ache was still lingering in his bones; a glamour concealed the marring from prying eyes while a shield of ice and biting indifference shielded his wounded heart.
“Dragon?” you asked softly and the iron grip of fear around your own soul relented when he nuzzled his face into your palm in the same discreetly touch-starved way he had before you had been torn apart by destiny.
Again, he simply nodded.
“You’ve prevailed,” you said, “and that’s what counts. All warriors are scarred! It contributes to your charm!”
His head snapped up and his brows furrowed in confusion.
“Do you remember what I’ve told you when we first met?”
“You said,” your husband replied tartly, “that I was too smooth and polished; we had a fight in the mud right after.”
“Right,” you chuckled, this was a fond memory for you, “and I stand by that! It suits you well, my love, but I can take it from you, if that’s what you want?”
He thought about it for a moment and then admitted that he was blind and deaf on that side; shame and pride intermingled in his expression before it smoothed out into the façade of bored equanimity that invariably betrayed inner turmoil.
“For what is to come,” he mused, “it would be better to regain my full faculties.” The pragmatical advantage did not entirely hide the minor reasons born of vanity – aesthetic and intimate – that echoed in his words.
“So be it,” you smiled; what little grace and power lingered in your veins after your sojourn in the Blessed Realm you would willingly sacrifice for the one you loved so. You put your hands to his face and felt the stream of blessings pass on to him like a river of light setting you aglow in the shadow of the looming throne.
“Stop,” he ground out as his flesh started to knit under your featherlight caress, “leave the scar, as a reminder of what is on the line, and as a proof to your having been wrong about me all this time!”
“So be it,” you repeated softly and pulled his face – marked by battle and grief – towards you to kiss him tenderly.
So, there we are; I am not good at writing angst, so...I gave it my best shot LOL
Lots of love from me ❤️
Taglist: @mismaeve, @blueberryrock, @eunoiaastralwings, @sorisooyaa, @heilith (I don't know if anyone else is interested in Elves hmmm)
#request#IDNMT answers#Thranduil#Thranduil x reader#scars#angst#very light angst though#reborn reader#Did I mean the Fëanorians? Yes I did#LOL
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Your c!slimecicle smut was so good I just have to ask for another one. Could you do a c!slimecicle x male reader that’s also a hybrid of something? Like maybe a hybrid like badboyhalo but only half demon. The reader is the only one willing to teach Charlie stuff and be patient with him.
If your not comfortable with male readers then you can change it to female ^^
yeah no probs dude - i myself am genderfluid so switching genders aint a problem
Old Slime, New Tricks (C!Slimecicle X Reader)
Las Nevadas was an odd bunch.
It seemed like Quackity had gone out of his way to collect the most eccentric of characters from around the SMP - a half creeper who happened to also be the warden of the prison, a little alien boy who hated everything and everyone, the fox son of the ex-president of L'Manburg, a literal god... the list went on.
Las Nevadas may have been an odd bunch, but as a half demon yourself, you fit right in.
In a constantly changing land plagued with wars, Las Nevadas was a welcome break from the constant battlefield anywhere else. Here, you could settle down, catch your breath - you even had time to get back to some of the hobbies you had enjoyed before everyone had started killing each other.
Hell, you had a real job here - and it was the easiest job you'd ever had.
When you'd first moved into the area, Quackity had all but shoved Charlie at you, assigning you both his babysitter and teacher. You had been a bit disgruntled at the responsibility at first, but even grudgingly you admitted it made sense. If anyone was going to be teaching someone how to be human, having someone that had had to learn human tendencies themselves was probably a good idea.
If you'd taught yourself how to be lean into your human side, you could teach a sentient slime man how to do it.
It helped that Charlie was eager to learn - his endless enthusiasm made the job kind of fun, actually. He was a ray of sunshine even on your bad days, and over time as you showed him the ropes of humanity, you had actually come to really like him.
Maybe too much, but that was a different story.
He had made great leaps and bounds as a student - he had learned basic interactions in almost no time, and he had stopped slipping up with motor functions so much anymore (it had been at least two weeks since the last time he'd forgotten how joints worked and bent his knees the wrong way).
Now, you were working on reading. You were sprawled out on one of the leather couches in the casino, reading over Charlie's shoulder as he read aloud.
"...voice low enough that it was more of a groll? Grawl? What does this one say?"
Were you teaching Charlie to read using pulpy erotica? Perhaps. It was really Quackity's fault though - it was all he had laying around the casino.
"Growl." You supplied.
Charlie blinked down at the page before looking over at you. "He's growling at her? Like an animal?"
You shrugged. "It's supposed to be sexy."
Charlie nodded slowly - confusion written plain on his face. "Right."
You shook your head, amused. "Charlie, do you get whats happening in the book right now?"
Charlie looked down at the open pages in his lap before he glanced back up to you, nodding. "He's going to kill her."
You laughed, pulling the book from him and holding it. "No, they're going to have sex."
"So he's not going to kill her?"
"Literally the opposite." You said, thumbing down the corner of the page you were on. "Do you remember how in the beginning of the book, she was saying how she was drawn to him?"
"Yup!"
"It's because she's attracted to him." You explained. "And since meeting him, she's gotten to know him some more now, and she thinks she loves him, right?"
"I remember that part, it was in chapter 11!" Charlie chimed in.
"So when two people love each other, they have sex." You said. "It's just something you do with someone you love a lot to make them feel really good."
"I see." Charlie said, a pensive look coming over his face. "Can we have sex then?"
You choked on air, eyes snapping over to him and away from the book. "Sorry?"
"You said people do it when they love each other." Charlie said with all seriousness. "And I love you very much, so can we have sex."
You blinked at him, taking in the genuinely questioning expression on his face. He was serious. He actually wanted to do this. And even though you knew you probably shouldn't, since you were basically a babysitter for him, you knew what you were going to say.
"Yeah, sure."
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"Okay, so it's going to work a little differently then how it did in the book." You said, stripping your pants off so that you were fully naked.
Your clothes joined Charlie's on the floor, and you sat on the edge of the bed next to him, scanning over his skin. He was just as comfortable without his clothes as he was in them, and seemed plenty eager to get on with the actual activity.
"Since you and I are both in possession of dicks," You said, sliding a hand over Charlie's thigh to take him in your hand. "Obviously it's going to be a different arrangement."
In your hand, Charlie's slime rippled with excitement.
"Oh that's fucking weird."
"Sorry." Charlie said. "I didn't mean-"
"Didn't say it wasn't hot though." You finished, moving your hand to Charlie's chest to push him back onto the bed. Leaning down close to his ear, you whispered, "Do you mind if I do the fucking? I've been wanting to for a while now."
This time, Charlie's whole body rippled. "Yes please."
You took the opportunity to press downward, letting your hipbones meet his as you nosed along his neck, enjoying the way his skin actually moved to meet you. He gasped as you sank your teeth into his neck, leaving a love bite right on the slightly slimy skin. At this rate, he would be a puddle of slime by the time you were done.
Propping yourself up so that you hovered over him with one hand, you used the other to travel down his side, feeling as his skin moved and gave with the touch of a hand. "I probably won't even have to stretch you out..." You mused. "I could just slid right in if I wanted to..."
"Go for it man." Charlie said, the end of his sentence getting lost in a whimper as you lined yourself up and pushed in in one go.
As expected, there was no resistance - the slime only giving way and perfectly molding around you. You let out a shaky exhale as the feeling of it all rushed over you, tucking your face into Charlie's shoulder for a moment.
"This feels weird." Charlie said.
"Bad weird?"
"No?" Charlie replied. "It's kind of... nice."
You smiled, pressing a quick kiss over the mark you had left earlier. "You're going to love this next bit then."
You began to roll your hips, thrusting in and out of Charlie, listening to the squelch of the slime as it continued to mold around you even as you moved. It was perfect - squeezing around you without being too constricting, but dragging across every patch of skin as you moved, lighting up all your nerves.
You had only just started, and Charlie was already the best lay you'd ever had.
"Wow." Charlie gasped, fisting his hands into the sheets. "You were right- ah-"
He broke off into a soft moan as you picked up the pace, savoring the grind of your hips together. Moving from where you had your face pressed into his shoulder, you locked your lips together with his, silencing the moan halfway through with a kiss.
If the sweet drag against your cock kept up, you weren't going to last much longer. And judging by the way Charlie's skin was beginning to ripple under your touch again, neither was he.
You pounded into him for the last few thrusts until he was coming, his entire body giving into a fit of shudders as his skin rippled. It was the strangest sensation, feeling the rippling as he was wrapped around you, but it was what pushed you over the edge. You came with a groan, slumping forward to lay on Charlie's chest.
For a moment, it was quiet.
"So?" You asked.
"I would like to have sex again please."
#dream smp x reader#dream smp smut#mcyt x reader#mcyt smut#charlie slimecicle x reader#charlie slimecicle smut
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can you make bernard a batman conspirator?? pls i need to see this!!!
i’ve actually been thinking abt this a lot. so basically bernard is a huge believer that batman and bruce wayne are the same person. he is a part of “the butts match” community and it is very funny when he brings it up in conversation with tim. here are some examples.
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tim: *literally just eating*
bernard: so tim....
tim: *looks up* yes?
bernard: does bruce ever go out at night...like really late?
tim: *confused* uhm...yeah? i guess?
bernard: *clasps his hands and leans closer* do you know where he goes?
tim: i always just assume he’s going to someone’s house to...yknow.
bernard: *leans back and hums suspiciously* okay...that’s a good enough answer.
tim: *raises and eyebrow* wha-
bernard: for now.
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tim: *watching a movie*
bernard: *stares intently at tim*
tim: *glances over at bernard* what?
bernard: what do you think of batman?
tim: why?
bernard: just answer the question.
tim: *looking back at the tv* i don’t know. he seems like a bit of an asshole.
bernard: how so??
tim: i mean that whole shadow thing. could be really scary if someone is...idk just standing in an alley or something.
bernard: *nods* yeah i can see that.
tim: why the sudden interest in batman?
bernard: *smirks* oh no reason.
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bernard: *walks in tim’s room holding a tablet* tim. i have important research i need help on.
tim: *looks up from his laptop* oh for school? yeah i can help with that-
bernard: *shoves tim’s laptop off the bed* look!
tim: *frowns* that was my favorite laptop.
bernard: *pushes the tablet into tim’s hands* you can buy a new one. now look!
tim: *looks at the tablet* this is a powerpoint about...batman’s true identity?
bernard: *nods aggresively* go to page 7.
tim: *shocked* why are there 35 pages?
bernard: hush just look at page 7.
tim: *reading aloud* potential identity 7...bruce wayne??
tim: *looks up at bernard* you think bruce is batman??
bernard: *pointing at the tablet* look at the evidence!!
tim: *sighs* it’s just two pictures of..what the fuck bernard why do you have a photo of bruce’s ass on your tablet??
bernard: *whispering* the butts match.
tim: *makes unintelligible whining noise*
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*meeting bruce*
tim: bruce meet bernard! my boyfriend!
bruce: *holds his hand out to bernard* nice to meet you bernard. tim has told me a lot about you!
bernard: *takes his hand and inspects it* hmmm
bruce: *confusedly looks to tim*
tim: *shrugs*
bernard: *hums* you have quite calloused hands mr.wayne...do a lot of..i don’t know....punching people?
tim: bernard no-
bruce: *raises an eyebrow* excuse me?
bernard: *chuckles* i’m just joking. ready for lunch?
tim & bruce: *nod hesitantly*
*30 minutes later*
bernard: so bruce. i have a question for you.
tim: *looks suspiciously at bernard*
bruce: yes?
bernard: how do you feel about batman?
tim: *groans* bernard-
bruce: *raises an eyebrow* i think he does a lot of good for gotham.
bernard: *nods* you would think that wouldn’t you...
tim: *covers his face with his hands* please-
bruce: what do you mean by that?
bernard: never mind...but just for jokes...how do you feel about furries?
tim: *slams his head into the table*
-BONUS 1-
tim: *standing by the coffee maker*
*clicking noise sounds behind him*
tim: *turns around* bernard? what the hell are you doing
bernard: *holding a camera* i had to.
tim: did you take a photo of my ass?
bernard: it’s for science!
tim: *exasperated sigh* why the HELL do you need a photo of my ass?!
bernard: *grabs a photo of nightwing from seemingly nowhere* i have to tim
tim: you have to what?
bernard: *puts the photos next to each other and gasps* the butts match...
tim: excuse me?!?!?
(let’s just say a phone call was made to a very amused dick grayson later that day)
-BONUS 2-
tim: bernard i have to tel you something. take a seat please.
bernard: *warily sits down* why do i feel like i’ve been called to the principals office??
tim: *sighs* you aren’t in trouble i just have something to tell you. and it’s big.
bernard: *gasps* your pregnant?!???
tim: *chokes on his coffee* what?!? no!!! bernard i physically cannot birth children!
bernard: oh right sorry.
tim: *clears his throat* as i was saying. bernard....i’m red robin.
bernard: *blinks* really? you aren’t fucking with me?
tim: no i am not fucking with you.
bernard: are you telling me...this whole time i’ve been shipping my boyfriend with superboy?!?!
tim: you WHAT?!?
bernard: omg does this mean that-
tim: yes bruce wayne is batman.
bernard: I FUCKING KNEW IT!
tim: now what is this about you shipping me with superboy.
bernard: *pulling out his phone* quiet tim i have angry phone calls to make to bruce wayne.
tim: why?
bernard: *narrows his eyes* he hit me with the batmobile.
tim: *spots out his coffee* WHAT?!?
bernard: *grins* just kidding i just want to leave many voicemails with bat puns for him.
#the butts match#dc universe#batfam#bruce wayne#tim drake#bernard dowd#timber#batman#red robin#bi tim drake#conspiracies#incorrect quotes
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troublemaker
― dancer youtubers!lee heeseung x gn!dance major!reader
sparks fly when the top two dancers on youtube collab!
genre: slow-burn fluff, s2l
wc: 3.9k (omg i'm sorry) + 2 twitter pics
warnings: probably some wrong dance terminology, slightly suggestive (the dance is just 😳), short timeskip, it's cheesy please bear with me
part of my youtuber enhypen series, the fifth upload! feel free to read on its own~
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you finish off your last move with your arms wide open, your chest heaving up and down from lack of breath. smiling nevertheless, you know you absolutely love the feeling of getting your breath taken away after dancing because you know it meant you did your best. you walk towards the camera lens and peek at the comments through your open laptop.
"did you all enjoy that?" you ask breathlessly grinning. the flooding comments are filled with compliments from your cover of nct u's boss. however, one comment, in particular, caught your eye as others seemed to reply to it.
heeseung ✔ 2s ago
wow that was amazing do you wanna do a collab sometime? 😊
line break insurance you've failed me 5x already
your eyes widen as you let out a gasp. "is that the lee heeseung?" you accidentally say out loud. you wince at the realization of your mistake. the comments are both praising you for your success in getting noticed by the other top dancer on youtuber and relating to your remark.
heeseung ✔ 3s ago
haha yes it's me dm me if you want to hear more about it 🤍
"oh wow... this is really cool..." you state before blinking to get you out of your stupor. "well everyone, that's going to be all for y/n's motion of dance today! thank you so much for tuning in, love you!"
you wave goodbye for a few more moments and then shut off the broadcast, closing your laptop as soon as you do. you blink twice and suddenly let out a scream.
you stop with a gasp and cover your mouth with your hands because you cannot believe you forgot that your dance studio isn't the most soundproof of places. "sorry, other dance students..." you whisper to them but more for yourself.
taking a look around your escape, your passion, you can't believe you've made it to where you are, being praised as one of the top dancers on such a vast social media platform like youtube. if anything, you guess it runs in your family, after all, you are related to choi yeonjun, who is considered 4th gen's it boy.
though people were skeptical of you at first when you came on the youtube scene as a dancer after your older brother started taking more to modeling and acting, you quickly proved them wrong by showing them your talent and bloomed from then on. of course, you can't forget to mention the person who skyrocketed just around the same time as you.
and that was the aforementioned lee heeseung. you sigh as you finish packing up your clothes and things to head back to your dorm, glancing out the window to see the sun beginning to set. it seems today was a rare early finish for you.
"i could go for a coffee... i need to finish my classics essay anyway," you mumble to yourself, throwing your bag over your shoulder before hitting the showers and changing into a more casual set of clothes. the finishing touch is a baseball cap that sits snug on your head. tightening the strap on the back and grabbing your backpack and dance bag, you finally take your leave of your beloved dance studio and return the key on the way out. fresh air meets your face, allowing you to take a whiff of the cherry blossoms that have been blooming for a month or so as you make your way to the campus café.
ding ding, the coffee shop's calm doorbell welcomes you as your nose is hit by the sweet smells of freshly ground coffee beans. "welcome!" one of the servers calls at the counter, smiling at your figure that walks closer to order. "what can i get you?"
"hi, may i have..." you scan the menu quickly for a familiar drink. "a honey cinnamon iced latte please?"
"of course, name please?"
"choi y/n," you reply.
if they recognize you, they don't make any notion of it, simply scribbling your name on the plastic cup as you make your payment. you're grateful for the normal interaction and the peacefulness of the café, especially after a surprising stream. "i'll call you when your order's ready, choi y/n-ssi," they inform you with a warm grin.
"thank you," you smile back before going to find a seat. spotting a relatively private area close by with only a pair of boys sitting at the booth, you decide to take the booth two spaces away from them. one boy, you notice, sits taller than the other, but his face is covered by a baseball cap. the other looks like a freshman, his cheeks accentuated by a pair of deep dimples.
as you take your seat, you can't help but think the boy with dimples looks rather familiar but can't seem to place your finger on it. shrugging, you simply begin preparing to write your essay by taking out your laptop and notes from your classics ge. the moment you finish is when you hear your name being called.
"choi y/n-ssi, your honey cinnamon iced latte," the server's voice calls. on your way to receive your awaiting drink, you can finally hear the voices of the two boys sitting two booths down from you.
"did your crush just say choi y/n?" the one with the hat says.
'yes, that's me,' you think to yourself nonchalantly.
"weren't you just watching their stream, heeseung hyung?" another voice says as you pick up your latte and thank the server.
wait, heeseung? as in lee heeseung? it's when you turn around with your drink in hand that you notice the two males looking straight at you. now you're able to make out the features of the boy with the cap, and there's no mistaking it.
"lee heeseung?" you mutter out loud at the same time he speaks out yours.
well, maybe that wasn't what you were expecting today, but hey, life is full of surprises, even if they are one after the other for you. after that unexpected encounter, you and heeseung acquainted yourselves, he invited you to sit with them, and now you're sitting at their table, awkwardly sipping on your latte.
"right, so should i leave?" the other boy, who you found out is studytuber and vlogger yang jungwon (which is why he looked familiar to you), blurts out. you chuckle as heeseung shakes his shoulder lightly. "what? you two clearly have to talk about something, i need to study."
"yea, yea, lover boy. make sure you say bye to your crush on the way out," the male dancer teases, causing the younger one to turn bright red.
"don't call me that, hyung," he mutters before picking up his bag and leaving the booth. sure enough, you watch as jungwon passes by the counter and erupts into a nervous mess the moment the server beams at him.
"ah... so he likes them?" you think out loud.
"yup, it's been almost four months now. i'm the reason he even knows this cafe and that server exists," heeseung mentions, making you nod courteously. he turns his attention back to you with his hand placed under his chin. "but their relationship is besides the point. let's talk about us."
"d-did you have to put it that way?" the forwardness catches you off-guard, and you suddenly have a harder time swallowing a sip of your coffee.
"sorry," he says with a teasing smile. "i just think the collab i mentioned would be good for both of us, and it'll be really fun too."
"i agree, people who like you will come to me and vice versa," you nod. "but do you know what we would be dancing to?"
"so does that mean you're in?" he asks, smile starting to grow on his face. wordlessly, you roll your eyes and hold out your hand for him to shake. that's when his full smile comes out, causing your cheeks to heat up as you think about how much more handsome it makes him look. taking your hand, heeseung shakes it with his vigorously. "alright, dance partner, we have a deal."
after much deliberation and research, the two of you finally agree on troublemaker by the duo hyuna and hyunseung. heeseung suggested this song, stating that he always wanted to do the choreo with somebody and that it's destiny that both males have a name that starts with h and ends with seung. quite frankly, it's not like you could find much anyway, besides some cool music bank mc stages, it is cool that troublemaker was originally an opposite-gender duo in the korean entertainment industry.
the choreography however is an entirely different story. at many points, hyuna's body is touched by hyunseung and vice versa, but if they can do it and stay professional, then you believe you can too. besides, dancing will always be just dancing. heeseung also assures you that if you want, the two of you can just have your hands hovering, which makes you feel relieved to have an understanding partner.
hours pass by, and you and heeseung decide to meet at your usual dance studio daily after all your classes, which wasn't hard because he also frequented the same one.
"i still can't believe we attend the same university," you say aloud as the both of you pack up your laptops and supplies.
"i know right, you would think one of us would recognize the dance studio we go to 24/7, right?" he laughs. "although, i've seen you use a different one sometimes."
"do you really watch my covers and streams often?" you ask baffled. he and you wave the workers goodbye and make your way to the brisk evening air waiting outside as the staff sends you off.
"i do, is that so hard to believe?"
"a little," you reply sheepishly.
"well, let me walk you to your dorm and prove to you how much of a choi y/n stan i am," he boasts, and you let yourself laugh freely as you walk beside him to your destination.
it's strange, knowing a famous youtuber you watched also knew and followed you, but then again, you're not exactly nobody either. when heeseung drops you off, he admits that he actually lives a few floors above you and that you two can walk home together after each rehearsal. it's even stranger, knowing a famous youtuber literally has been on your campus, in the same dorm building as you, and this whole time, the two of you have both been clueless as to the other's existence as an ordinary college student.
speaking of which, he can't be a dance major, right? otherwise, you would've already seen him! these thoughts keep you tossing and turning to the point you don't register when you fell asleep. when you wake up, you feel as if you didn't get any sleep at all, but get up and ready nevertheless, going through another regular day as a dance major.
by the time your classes are over, you walk out of the studio yawning about to stop by your dorm to freshen up and maybe fit in a nap. you're holding a hand over your mouth mid-yawn when a voice starts talking to you.
"good thing i stopped by to get coffee." you open your eyes and close your mouth to see lee heeseung holding two cups of coffee. he's dressed in an oversized white shirt and grey sweatpants, a common dance practice outfit, so why is your heart skipping so many beats. "yo, choi y/n."
"heeseung," you say, still shocked. he hands you the coffee, which is actually the same flavor you got yesterday. "thanks."
"no problem," he replies coolly. "maybe we should take a break before we get to it?"
"i'll be fine, how about we can start watching the choreo?"
"they're always ready to dance," he nods with an impressed smile. "as expected of a dance major."
the two of you walk inside and book a studio for a few hours as you raise an eyebrow at him. "wait, what major are you?"
"music production."
"that makes so much sense!" you say relieved, stepping into the studio room for the umpteenth time. "i was racking my brains wondering what major you were."
"so the famous choi y/n is curious about me?" he smirks. you groan and facepalm in response. "i'm kidding, i'm kidding. let's watch the video on my tablet?"
nodding, the two of you watch carefully, eyes glued to the screen at your respective roles. you hold your breath at some touchy parts but also notice that both idols were able to shine in their solos.
"a few tweaks here and there, and it'll be perfect," heeseung comments once the video is over. "but let's go over some boundaries, yeah? let me know what you're comfortable with and what you're not."
"right," you agree, once again relieved to have such a safe and understanding partner like him. "well, i think i'm okay with you touching my arms, shoulders, and hips like hyunseung did to hyuna. i just need some time to get used to it."
"alright, that sounds good," he says nodding with a hand under his chin. "then for today, i'll just hover my hands over the places they need to be."
"what a gentleman," you tease.
he rolls his eyes playfully at you. "let's start marking."
and so that's what the two of you start on. with the video on the tablet, you go through the motions with the speed lowered, eventually picking up more moves until you're able to follow at the normal speed. as expected of the top two dancers on youtube, the two of you are quick on observing and learning the dance and get done with basic marking within 20 minutes or so.
after marking, you take a quick water break to watch the video again in full detail, officially beginning your first real practice. as promised, throughout the entirety of marking, heeseung has kept his hands to himself, but you've become comfortable enough to have him do a little more.
before you start practicing for real, you decide to speak with him. "hee," you call him as he puts down his water bottle.
"hm?" he confirms that you have his attention, looking up with his large doe-like eyes while wiping his mouth off from some excess water.
"uhm.." you fidget with your top a little before mustering up some courage. "you can do light touches now for the choreo."
"really? are you sure?" you nod at his question, causing him to come up to you and ruffle your hair lightly. you bat his hands away with a pout, smoothing out the mess he made as he laughs at you. "that's great, y/n," he says with a bright smile, unknowingly making your heart beat a little faster as you nod again. in your head, you rush to cover up the physical reaction with an excuse that it's just from the amount of exercise you've done.
the two of you stand in front of the mirror, ready to go. before the music starts, heeseung turns to you and says, "just let me know if i make you uncomfortable at all."
"i'll be fine," you reassure him with a small smile. that's when the song begins, and the sparks start to fly. every move flowed like water, yet every touch between the two of you was like electricity as if the two elements were working together instead of fighting. even though the touches are light, they still put chills up your spine, in a way that you can only describe with the phrase "meant to happen."
was fate moving its course to put this match together, or were you imagining it? you're not sure, but you grin while catching your breath once the first practice is over. falling to the floor softly, you sit with your hands splayed behind you and let out a relieved sigh. "ahh... dancing is so... great!"
heeseung chuckles at your reaction and offers a hand to get you up. "i'm glad you think that because we got a lot more practice ahead of us, partner."
"yup!" you say with a widening smile. the moment you took his hand, you felt an electric jolt that almost made you let go. getting up, you shake it off and barely catch the expression on your dance partner's face. "is something the matter?"
he blinks a bit before he's shaking his head with that charming smirk of his. "nope! let's practice!"
practice, practice, practice. that's how the next few hours go. and just like the day before, heeseung walks you to your dorm building, this time the conversation about how excited the two of you are for the recording.
that's basically how the next four or so days go, now that heeseung came into your life. your daily routine of wake up, eat, class, dance, repeat was shaken by him, because now he was a part of it. it's an indescribable feeling, hanging out with him. the best word, or phrase actually, is the same one you used while dancing with him: meant to be.
so when you finally get to the day of recording, you almost don't want it to end. at least, that's what you're telling your best friend and makeup artist, kim sunoo.
"friend, you're telling me that you and this guy have been following along to..." he tells you to look up as he curls your eyelashes. "a dance like that for four days and you've been getting shocks this whole time?"
"i mean, yeah?"
"y/n, i love you, but you're missing a little something, aren't you?"
"wha-!?"
"pucker up, sweetie, we're making your lips look kissable," sunoo commands. you do an eye-roll but do as he says. "if you don't ask him out or do something by the end of this, you can at least kiss your best shot at a boyfriend goodbye with luscious lips."
he finishes applying the color and asks you to rub your lips together and make that pop sound. "perfect," your best friend compliments. "go out there and get your mans."
"thank you, sunoo!" you say, gazing at your reflection in the mirror and loving the way he accentuated your features. "by the way, you're all talk. you should ask your celebrity crush out when they appear on your channel."
"i'll get there when i get there!" he whines and starts pushing you out of his dorm room. "just go get 'em, tiger."
with that, you make your way to the dance studio where heeseung is waiting for you, dressed in hyunseung's iconic suit with the leopard-patterned blazer. your heart quickens, seeing how much more handsome he looks dressed up, hair slicked back and some makeup done. he looks up upon hearing the door open and his mouth slightly hangs open as well.
the both of you are silent as you approach him, in your equally bedazzling outfit, sheer to mimic hyuna's stage dress. "you look amazing," the two of you say at the same time. stunned at the simultaneous sentence, you two immediately start guffawing at how this was unlike your usual interactions.
"that was so awkward!" you blurt out, unable to contain your laughter.
"yea, not like us at all," he admits while he wipes a stray tear from laughing too hard away. smiling at each other, you admire the way his eyes reflect your image and sparkle. "you ready to get this show on the road."
"ready as i'll ever be." the two of you get into your positions on the opposite ends of the room, and heeseung starts the camera and the music soon after. you take each step slowly to meet him in the middle as he takes your hand and brings it up to his lips to give it a kiss while smirking. you keep your face professional as the two of you take a few steps forward, the back of his fingers curled over the front of yours.
starting back-to-back, you walk forward a bit before the beat drops and heeseung's part begins. you're on autopilot as you dance your fingers from his chest to his shoulders, and then the chorus comes. hips swaying, you're able to feel his hands' light taps on your body as the two of you lose yourself to the music you've danced to hundreds of times this week.
then, it's your killing part as you lipsync hyuna's rap and take bold steps around heeseung's body, ending up behind him to bring your hands over his shoulders and make a scratching movement across his chest. you step towards his side, do your thing, and walk away as if playing hard to get.
you wait for his part during the bridge and make a side glance towards him before moving towards him and performing the hip-heavy part of the chorus together. your partner moves his face up along your arm, taking it in like you're a statue. you then act like you brush him away when heeseung gets close enough. after this second chorus, you're leaving him to do his big solo, watching carefully as he makes his every move precise and crisp yet flow well.
it's the last chorus now, and this time, you can't take your eyes off each other as you finally face one another. you stay drowning in his shades of brown without a single misstep until you have to walk away from him. you wait for him to come towards you, back slightly turned away as he jaunts forward, making his way to be captured by your hand behind his neck.
the last breath of the song is the one where you're supposed to turn your head away as his own chases yours, but this time, you brave forward and lean in close. the music fades away, but all you hear is his breathing, feeling it against your own.
you stay like this, ensnared in each other's arms, forgetting about everything except the person wrapped close to you as you feel his every breath against your lips and every inhale and exhale under your hand. he searches your eyes, looking for some kind of sign. "do you mind if i—"
that was all you needed before you're pressing your lips against his. it only takes seconds for him to kiss you back, moving his hands from their previous position on your hips to hold your face. becoming breathless from dancing was one thing, becoming breathless from kissing heeseung was another thing entirely, it was in a league of its own you note as you pull away and rest your forehead on his.
"we'll have to edit that out," you say after what seemed like ages of taking each other in while chuckling.
"i have a better idea than editing."
"oh, and what's that, handsome?"
"look at you getting all bold, troublemaker," heeseung replies with that smile of his. he shakes his head, moving away from you and taking your hand in his. "how about we go on our first official date as youtube's top dancer couple?"
"that does sound like a better idea," you agree, your own smile widening.
"then let's make it happen, sweetheart."
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a/n: wow this was a long one!! i'm not sure if i detailed all the movements well, but i hope you all enjoyed it nevertheless <3
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Blacking Out and Breaking Hearts - Chapter 16
Blacking Out and Breaking Hearts - Master List
Word Count: 10.5K (OOF)
Warnings: **SMUT** with a bit of fluff mixed in
Summary: Y/N is a successful musician, trying to navigate the world of stardom along with her complicated feelings for her best friend, Harry.
Alternatively: The one where you....
A/N: YALL I- This chapter is literally way too long but I just couldn't help myself. I appreciate all of the feedback that I get from you guys so please let me know what you think! This chapter made me kinda soft I'm not even gonna front.
Chapter 16
“Okay, so we have another interview to do today at 10 and then another shoot. Then we need to have a serious conversation about the singles. The label wants to put one out before the end of October, so we need to make some decisions.”
Bethany kept talking, going on and on and on, but you were only catching half of what she said. If she had found you hard to talk to before, today must have been insufferable, your mind anywhere but in the room with you. You were picturing Harry’s warm hands on his face, wondering what else he would have to say to you when you talked to him tonight. You couldn’t help it that you were so quick to forgive him. He was just so…
“Are you listening to me?” Bethany asked, her tone gentle but with a hint of annoyment.
“Yes.” You responded. “Sorry. You said we have the interview, then the shoot, and then we need to pick a single. Got it.”
“Right. So are you going to tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours or am I just going to have to wonder?”
You smiled at her. She could read you like a book, which was part of why she was so good at her job. You wondered how you could even explain the half of what was going on inside your mind.
“It’s just Harry.” You told her. “We, uh… Well we got into an argument again. But I think I want to forgive him.”
“What did he do?” She asked, leaning forward onto her knee. She took her glasses off, setting them down next to her.
“You’re gonna kill me.” You confessed, laughing slightly no matter how much you knew it wasn’t funny. She rubbed the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes.
“Jesus help me…” She muttered to herself. “What is it?”
“We, uh, had sex.”
It felt so strange saying it out loud like this. You hadn’t even explained in detail what had happened to Logan, and neither you nor Harry had said it aloud.
“Okay…” Bethany said thoughtfully. “Well, as long as I’m not going to see that on TMZ tomorrow morning, I guess that’s fine. I mean, maybe that would sell some albums but I don’t think the “other woman” is the image that we’re going for.”
“Nobody knows. Except Logan.” You defended. “And maybe his girlfriend. Or, ex-girlfriend. I don’t know if he told her or not.”
You like the way that sounded. Ex-girlfriend..
“Oh dear lord, Y/N. Okay. And you’re upset about this, why? It wasn’t good?”
She was equally parts ticked and interested. Her face looked slightly disappointed and slightly like a teenager, eager to hear all about her friend's latest exploits.
“No, I did. It was good, it was just… weird.”
You thought back to that night. You did like it, didn’t you? It wasn’t bad by any means, and in any other situation it would have been perfect. You couldn’t help the way your stomach tightened, imagining Harry kissing your neck. You still had the mark to prove it, spotting it in the bathroom mirror that morning.
“Weird how?” She asked, her curiosity peaking. “Like… small weird?”
She lifted a pinky, wiggling it back and forth. You let out a gasp, throwing one of her many office throw pillows towards her.
“Stop it!” You scolded her, feeling your cheeks heat in embarrassment. “Not like that. It was just… fast.”
You weren’t sure how much to tell her, speaking vaguely. She nodded in understanding, humming to herself.
“Ah, yes. The old two minute finish, huh?”
“No!” You practically screeched at her. “It was like… we were at a party and he just kind of took me upstairs and we… did it, and then he just left.”
“Oh.” She said, dumbfounded. “You were at a party, though, right? So he probably didn’t want anyone to notice you were missing. Nothing wrong with a little quickie every now and again.”
“Yeah that’s what he said...” You told her, hating her for siding with him without even meaning to. She didn’t even know the half of it. “But it just… It wasn’t like him. He literally didn’t talk to me for weeks and then shows up out of nowhere the second I kiss Anders and whisks me away.”
“Woah, woah, woah. Hold up.” She stretched an arm out, holding a raised pointer finger between you. “You kissed Anders?”
“Oh, Yeah. I forgot about that.” You admitted, genuinely forgetting all about Anders since you had spoken to Harry that morning. “Whoops?”
“You’re trying to kill me, Y/N. I swear.”
Bethany covered her face, shaking her head at you. You couldn’t help but laugh at her, feeling slightly sorry and slightly amused at the same time.
“I have to go outside and smoke a cigarette now, thanks to you. But I will say this. If Harry can explain himself out of this one, and he treats you right, then you should be with him. I’ve watched you pine over him for a year now. It’s only ever been a matter of time for you two.”
“You think so?” You asked her. She lifted her shoulders slightly in a shrug before dropping them.
“He’s good to you?” She asked, pausing before walking out the door to head to the roof. You nodded. He was, when you were together and you were happy. He was always perfect, always saying all the right things and being there when you needed him most. Sure, things had gotten ugly but you knew outside of all of that he had always been an angel.
“And he doesn’t have a tiny prick?” She added when you answered her. You laughed at her again, shaking your head no.
“Then why not?” She decided. “After the album, though. One thing at a time, dear.”
With that, she walked out the door, already pulling a pack of cigarettes out of her purse that was slung on her shoulder. You wondered if she would bother coming back when she was done, or if she had already had enough of you for one day. You covered your face with your hands, kicking your feet like a child.
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The day you thought would drag on forever went by quickly. The interview went well, not touching on any of the topics you were afraid that it might. You regurgitated the answers you’d been instructed to say, being personable and sweet as always. The shoot was easy, your body still slightly sore from laying in bed while you tried your best to pose. Then came the meeting, back in the room where you had done damage control after the incident with Christian. The same men were there, sitting stiff in their chairs.
“Alright folks, it’s time to make some big moves!” The man at the head of the table said. He clapped his hands, rubbing his palms together in fake excitement. “Y/N, we want to put out a single in the next week or so. Any ideas?”
“Personally, I think we should go with ‘Happier Than Ever’. It’ll draw audiences in, it’s got a strong sound, and people will want to listen to it once word gets around what it’s about. Strategically it just makes sense.”
The man a few chairs away from you spoke before you could, evidently finding his opinion more important in this instance than your own. You pressed your lips into a line, accepting that this was how the next hour was going to go while everyone else in the room gave their two cents.
“I think we save that one for later. We wouldn’t want to start with our strongest track.”
“I think it sets the wrong tone for the album. We don’t want anyone to think that the whole album is about him.”
“All we need to worry about is getting people interested enough to listen. I say that’s the best way to do that.”
You cleared your throat, causing the back and forth around you to come to a halt.
“Actually, I was wondering if I could record something new for the first single.” You spoke. There were eyebrows raised and disgruntled muttering around you.
“I just don’t think we have time for that.” The first man scoffed.
“It’ll be worth it.” You promised them. You weren’t sure if that was true, not even remembering half the lyrics you had typed haphazardly in your notes app the night before. In between Logan’s visits to your room while you wasted away, crying and sleeping and crying again, you had mustered up the strength to attempt putting what you were feeling into words. If everything else was falling apart, the least you could do was try to make something of it.
“We would have to hear it, obviously, before we could go through with it. We would need it by tomorrow at the very latest.” The man spoke again. He folded his hands in front of him on the table, looking unsatisfied.
“Then let her record it today and someone can throw it together for you.” Bethany said, silencing the man. “Has she ever written anything less than excellent?”
She was normally so meek, being hard on you from time to time but doing it in the most non-abrasive way she could. But as she spoke in your defense she sounded tough, unwilling to listen to any more bickering back and forth.
“Well, it’s a deal then.” The man hesitantly agreed. “Tomorrow. No later. If it’s not ready, we start promoting ‘Happier Than Ever’.”
“Deal.” Bethany said for you. The man stood, signalling the end of the meeting. Bethany was one of the first to exit the room, you following like a lost puppy behind her.
“Go get something to eat and be at the studio by 3.” She said once you reached the hallway. You were starting to regret offering the idea, worrying that the song wouldn’t be nearly as good as you had remembered it. You nodded, walking the opposite direction as her and you headed back to your car.
You pulled your phone out of your pocket as you exited the building.
“Harry?” You said into the receiver, your phone pressed against your ear as you pulled your seatbelt across your body.
“Hey!” He answered, sounding relieved. He sounded like himself again, his voice warm and sweet even if it were cautious all the same. “You headed home?”
“Not yet.” You told him painfully. “I have to go to the studio in a little bit to record my last song and then I’ll be done.”
“Oh, okay.” He said. You could hear the TV playing softly behind him. “A late night then probably.”
“I don’t know..” You told him honestly, wondering how long it would take to record before you could finally be released for the day. “But I have, like, two hours to kill before I go. Bethany says I need to eat something, so…”
“I could meet you somewhere.” Harry offered instantly. You bit your lip, a grin threatening to find its way into your voice.
“Yeah, okay.” You agreed.
“Or you could head over to my place and I’ll make you something?” He asked. “I have something here I could make, I think…”
You heard his feet shuffling to his kitchen, cupboards opening and closing hurriedly.
“That sounds really nice.” You said, your heat picking up its pace. “Bethany’s been so weird about making sure I’m eating lately, so she’ll be pleased to hear I’ve had a home cooked meal.”
You were merging onto the highway now, holding your phone to your ear with your shoulder. You laughed laughed awkwardly, but Harry stayed silent.
“You haven’t been eating?” He asked, concern evident in his voice. You heard the clattering of pots and pans cease suddenly.
“No, I have… I don’t know, she’s just weird about that stuff.”
“Okay..” He said, returning to his scavenging. He seemed satisfied by your answer, mostly, and you were thankful he couldn’t tell you were lying through your teeth.
“I’ll be there in 20.” You told him before hanging up.
Here you were again, heading to his house. Running back to him as always. But things were okay now. He didn’t have a girlfriend and you were ready to let him in, for real this time. Your heart thumped in your chest. You ignored the part of you that knew it was too soon to see him, but you made a deal with yourself that it would only be lunch and nothing else. There was still too much to talk about, you thought, but it wouldn’t hurt to stop by for a bit.
///
Harry opened the door to you, his hair messy and slept in and his face in a broad smile. He must have gone back to sleep once after you’d talked this morning. He had a small stain on his shirt, just below his chest, which for some reason made you smile.
“It smells good in here,” You told him as you entered. He was practically bouncing with nervous excitement, beginning to describe to you in full detail the alfredo pasta he was preparing for you. He mentioned how he knew it was one of your favorites, the one thing you ordered most nights you went out to eat. It was a small gesture, but it warmed your heart, knowing he had remembered.
“And of course, no meal is complete without a bit of sourdough.” He said, triumphantly throwing his arms toward the loaf on the counter. It looked perfect, much better than the one you had made in this same kitchen a few weeks ago.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” You told him, smiling up at his glowing face.
“Can I give you a hug?” He asked. His arms were hung awkwardly at his sides now as if he didn’t know what to do with them. “I won’t try anything, I swear.”
You didn’t answer, instead just pulling him into you. His body relaxed around yours, swaying you side to side in his grip. Your face was pressed against his chest, and you couldn’t help but notice a chain draped around his neck. You pulled the necklace out of his shirt carefully, your fingers trembling slightly as you did. It fell onto his chest, Harry pulling away from you to look down at the jewelry with you. Harry’s hands stayed on your waist as you stood there together, the pan on the stove sizzling quietly.
It was small and dainty, a tiny silver charm hanging off at the bottom. The metal was warm from having been pressed against his chest. There was a small yellow stone in the middle, surrounded by petals. A sunflower.
“My mum sent it to me.” He said, his face flushing. You held it carefully in your fingers, staring at it as he spoke. “She found it at some market, she said. But it kind of reminded me of you…”
You wanted to wrap him in another hug, your heart melting instantly. It was so easy for him to turn you soft. You stood there, though, carefully placing the tiny flower back on his chest. Harry blushed as he watched your hand press the charm against his shirt.
“What happened to your old one?” You couldn’t help asking. He looked at you quizzically before remembering the one you were talking about. The one with the initial.
“Probably in my closet somewhere, I’m not sure.” He said casually. You nodded slowly, taking a step back from him so he could return to the stove where he had been busy at work. He turned his back to you, picking up a spoon and stirring the pasta.
“The new album is called ‘Fine Line’.” He told you, seemingly out of nowhere, still facing toward the stove. You hadn’t bothered asking him what the title was going to be, Harry usually wanting to keep everything he was working on shrouded in secrecy. “Jeff got it for me, the necklace I mean. Sort of an Easter egg, you know. I’ve been wearing a different one everyday until now to spell it out. Look back at all of the pictures, you’ll see.”
He looked over at you, raising an eyebrow in a way that said he was satisfied you had missed his little clue. It was so like him, doing the most for an audience that would never notice. You remembered the necklace now, the way the tiny letter ‘F’ had dangled in front of your face as Harry was inside of you. Your mouth fell open suddenly, realizing.
“F for Fine Line?” You asked him. Your voice came out a little too eager, causing Harry to shoot you a confused look over his shoulder.
“Yeah. F for Fine Line.” He said, returning to his work. “What else would it be?”
///
“You know, you’re not really supposed to eat pasta before you sing. Bad for the voice.” Harry said through a mouth full of noodles. You nodded, taking another massive bite. This had to be the best pasta you had ever eaten, and you kicked yourself for not asking him to make it for you sooner.
“It’s worth it.” You mumbled through your food. “It’s too good.”
You felt slightly more alive already, eating for the first time in over a day. You scarfed it down quickly, not bothering to try to look cute. You only had a few more minutes before you needed to leave and head back to the studio.
“You flatter me,” he said, though you knew he enjoyed the compliment. “You have a little something on your face.” He added, trying his best not to laugh at you as he gestured toward the corner of his mouth.
“Where?” You asked. You would have been embarrassed if you weren’t so hungry. Harry reached out, wiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb.
“There.” He said, sticking his thumb into his mouth. Your face warmed as you twisted another bite onto your fork.
“So what’s the song called?” Harry asked you between bites.
“Huh?”
“The one you’re recording tonight. What’s it called?” He asked, shoveling the final bite of pasta into his mouth. “Or do I not get to know?”
“Carnival, I think.” You answered. You hadn’t actually thought of a title yet, the name just coming to you in the moment. It fit perfectly.
“S’It about clowns or something?” He joked, setting his empty plate down in the sink. You handed your plate to him as well, Harry quickly slurping up the last few noodles you had left on your dish before rinsing it off.
“Yeah, something like that.”
///
“It’s pretty good.” Logan said, crossing her arms over her shirt. “Very good, dare I say.”
“You think so?” You asked her through the microphone that connected your voice to her just outside of the booth. She nodded.
“What’s it about?” She asked, smug. She knew exactly what it was about. You shrugged innocently at her, making her roll her eyes.
“Are we done, Ben?” You asked. The man behind the glass gave you a thumbs up.
“We’ll get the rest of the instrumentals on it tonight, you listen to it in the morning to make sure it’s all good, and we're set.” He answered.
“Woo!” Bethany yelled, raising her fists in the air in victory. “We did it!”
You walked out of the booth to join them, pulling your sweaty hair up into a bun.
“You think they’ll like it? For the single?” You asked her. She nodded, picking her purse up off of the table in front of her.
“I think it’s perfect.” She answered, gripping your shoulder. “You need a shower.” She added, pulling her hand away.
“It’s stuffy in there…” You defended to deaf ears.
“It really is great, Y/N.” Logan said, skipping toward the door. “I still think you should’ve picked one of my songs, though. They’re even better.”
You rolled your eyes at her the way she always did to you. She smiled, shrugging her shoulders.
“And I don’t think it’s even that obvious that it’s about Harry.” She said as you all exited the room. “Only a little bit obvious.”
“Oh come ON!” You cried. Of course she could read between the lines, having seen everything happen first hand. No one else would have a clue. You were sure of it.
///
“You can just let yourself in when you get here,” Harry said before you had gotten off the phone with him a moment prior. You had officially spoken to him more in the last few hours than you had in weeks, making the early September air feel a little bit sweeter against your skin. You walked up his drive, letting yourself in through the front door.
“Hello?” You called into the empty house. You heard a door upstairs shut, followed by the pitter patter of Harry’s feet as he scurried down the stairs to find you.
“Hey!” He yelled. His dimples dented his cheeks perfectly, his face looking soft and sweet. “How did it go?”
“Good, I think.” You told him, plopping yourself down onto the couch. You were exhausted, your head pounding slightly. You knew it was only about to get worse when you finally sat down with Harry to talk things through. You wanted to tell him to just forget it, to let things stay easy and calm between you. “Did you shave your face?”
Harry rubbed his chin, raising his eyebrows at you.
“Maybe,” he answered. “You like it?”
“Yeah. It looks great.” You thought out loud, your compliment reddening Harry’s cheeks.
“Thanks,” he said shyly. “You wanna go sit outside? It’s really nice out.”
“Sure.”
You followed him out, sitting on one of the outdoor couches. He sat on one end, you on the other turned sideways to face him. The air was thick all of a sudden, feeling stuffy and hot around you.
“So…” You began, waiting for Harry to say something. “What did you want to talk to me about?”
“I don’t really know.” He said, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as he swallowed.
The sky was growing dark around you, a purplish glow on everything in sight. It was so beautiful, almost as beautiful as Harry was sitting across from you.
“I don’t really know where to start.” He said after a beat of silence. You agreed, humming softly.
“You really hurt me, Harry. I know I’m equally to blame… but I just don’t know what you want from me anymore.”
He watched your eyes as you spoke, his stare serious and hard to read. You tried your best to tell him the truth, the whole truth, while your body burned under his gaze.
“I’m sorry…” Was all he could say. He had a pained expression on his face, his eyes falling down to his hands resting in his lap. “I wish I could take it back. I wish I could undo it.”
“It’s okay.” You told him, hating the way his voice was tinged with sadness. It took everything in you not to tell him it’s was fine, that you didn’t need to talk about anything anymore.
“You don’t have to keep saying that, Y/N, because it’s not.”
He continued, taking a short pause to collect his thoughts.
“I’m an asshole. And I’m jealous. And I lash out when I’m hurt. I don’t even mean to, I just do.” He looked over the edge of the balcony at the skyline behind the trees. “And you don’t have to forgive me for that. But I wanted to apologize to your face.”
He looked at you, reaching to grip your hand in his.
“I’m so, so, so sorry. I’ll never be able to make it up to you in a million lifetimes, and I know that.”
He dropped your hand, returning his arms to his lap.
“I think that I forgive you.” You told him, picking at the skin around your nails.
“That’s a good start, I suppose.” Harry responded, smirking shyly.
“I don’t think that I make good choices when I’m with you.” You confessed. “And I think I might be too insecure to ever accept the things that I want from you. I keep pushing you away, no matter how much you apologize, and you keep doing things to get back at me for it.”
Harry sat there thoughtfully, the wheels turning in his head as crickets chirped in the distance.
“But we both wanted the same thing all along, didn’t we? I know you were trying to save our friendship, and I should’ve proven to you that I was serious about how I felt for you instead of running away. I was just.. too proud to face you.”
You looked up at him, admiring the way his hair was falling onto his forehead in thick curls. All of this was so silly, so pointless. He was right about everything, you were both running in circles from each other when all you ever wanted was each other.
“I thought it was over for us, after I tried to kiss you that night. And I tried to be okay with that. I texted some girl I had hooked up with once or twice and told myself I had moved on.”
“So you knew her for a while, then?” You asked. You weren’t angry, only curious. For some reason the tension didn’t seem as suffocating now. You were going to listen to him, really listen, for once.
“Yeah.” He admitted, his face pinching with guilt. “She’s a nice girl and all, but it never turned into anything serious before. I knew she would answer, though, so I just.. picked her. And that was fine for a while. But when everything happened with Christian, I couldn’t think about anything else. I couldn’t keep pretending to be happy with her. I didn’t call you because I was jealous, I didn’t.”
“I know.”
“Then you asked if I loved her and I didn’t. I knew I didn’t. But I was still angry, and I wanted to wrong you the way I felt I’d been wronged. I never loved her. She’s lovely and she’s kind and she’s beautiful, but she’s not you. She never could be.
“Then obviously that backfired on me and you left. You were hurting so badly, and that should’ve been enough. I shouldn’t have added to it. I was just too arrogant to admit that. I tried to forget about you, but then I’d call you and I’d hear your voice and it was over for me.
“I knew there was no coming back for me when I saw you at that karaoke bar. You were glowing. You looked better than ever, and I knew it was because I wasn’t around anymore. But I was greedy and I wanted to keep you around and so I tried being your friend. You seemed like you were doing so well and it made me crazy, so I kept seeing her. I thought if I kept it up long enough… I don’t know..”
You could almost laugh, thinking how fooled you had had him. You tried so hard to act unbothered, and it worked too well.
“You have no idea how badly I wanted you, H. You don’t have a clue.” You told him, cutting off his speech. “The whole time… I was only trying to act like everything was okay because I thought it was the only way I could have you.”
“Did you call me H?” Harry asked when you were done, smiling stupidly. There was a twinkling in his eyes past all of the hurt.
“Sorry..” You stuttered, embarrassed. He’d given you a million nicknames since you’d met him. Sunflower, Darling, Peaches (that one stollen from Bethany as soon as he’d heard her use it). But you’d only ever called him by his name. You supposed it just felt silly, giving a nickname to the one and only Harry Styles.
“I like it.” He grinned. Your chest swelled as you tried not to smile too hard at him. “It’s a lot better than ‘Harry Fucking Styles’.”
You laughed as he mocked Logan’s song of a voice, his nose scrunching with laughter across from you. He took a deep breath, calming himself before continuing his train of thought.
“Anyway, where was I… oh, the studio. That day I heard your new track. I had convinced myself you were fine, way better than you ever were with me, but when I heard it I just felt so guilty. For everything. I had so many things I wanted to say and I just didn’t know how so I kissed you. And I only stopped you when you kissed me back because it felt… wrong, like I was taking advantage of you when I knew you were so hurt. I didn’t think you really wanted it, you were just overwhelmed. I didn’t want you to be embarrassed or anything so I just played it off. And cried like a bitch about it.”
Harry laughed nervously at that, remembering the way he’d cried in his knees in front of you.
“You couldn’t be more wrong.” You whispered to him.
“Then you stayed with me here and things were fine. I wanted to kiss you, every moment I looked at you. But I knew I shouldn’t, so I didn’t. Until the party. Things just went so fucking wrong so fast.”
You were hanging on his every word, a picture being painted with every syllable that was exactly the same and totally opposite from your experience all at the same time.
“I just couldn’t stop myself that night. I was… wound up after spending so much time with you and I was drunk again and lonely. I didn’t stop myself when I should have, but when I took you upstairs and you kissed me like that… I thought maybe you did still feel the same for me.”
Harry’s mouth turned up in a devilish grin, for just a second, before he forced it away.
“And to see you on your knees like that…” He mused, remembering that night. “You looked so pretty looking up at me like that.”
Your face heated, your pulse quickening slightly as he reminisced.
“Anyway, Logan came in and it was over and I knew I messed up. I knew it was wrong to do anything with you, especially when you were drunk. I knew you would regret it when you came to your senses.
“But I thought there was a chance, just maybe, that you really did still want me. And I could feel you slipping away again so I just panicked and went outside after you. I wanted to tell you then how I felt, so badly. I couldn’t have cared any less what anyone thought. And I know it’s fucked up but in that moment I didn’t care about her, either. All I wanted was you. That’s what I meant, y’know, when I said I didn’t care who saw us. I wanted you and I wanted the world to know it, too. But you didn’t like that so I figured we could just go back inside…”
“I should have listened to you..” You said sadly. It could have ended a million times before then but that night.. if you had only listened to him. It could’ve all been different.
“It’s not your fault, sunflower.” Harry promised. You tried to smile, failing to pull the corners of your mouth up out of its frown. “I shouldn’t have let you walk away like that again. I never should have.”
You were fighting back tears at this point, feeling sorry for yourself and for him and for everyone around you who had had to listen to you go on and on and on.
“You asked me what I didn't understand, but I didn’t understand anything. You were so back and forth… I didn’t know what you wanted. I almost called her that night, to break things off. But I avoided it. I didn’t bother calling her at all most of the time. She was always off somewhere, probably coked out of her mind on a yacht or something, I dunno..
“But you left abs I decided I was just going to let you go. Once and for all. I wasn’t going to bother you any more than I already had. I could see what I was doing to you and I hated myself for it.” His voice choked up then, Harry clearing his throat before moving on. “But then I see you a week later with some… fucking guy… and I lost it.”
You remembered Anders’ unanswered text on your phone, feeling guilty. You were wrong on so many levels for that. You had used him to get back at Harry the same way he was using her. You didn’t know what you could possibly say to Anders now to fix that.
“And I just thought, fuck it. She wants me to choose her so let me go choose her. I could have punched that dude right then and there, so I did the next best thing and dragged you upstairs. I really did just want to talk. I wanted to ask you what you were doing with him. I just wanted to know once and for all if you were through with me. But we got up there and you looked so angry and you were still so beautiful… And so I kissed you. I figured if you didn’t want me then you would just tell me to fuck off and that would finally be the end of it.”
You felt sick hearing him talk about it like this. You were grateful for his honesty, but hated the way it felt when it hit you. You wanted him to stop there, to end the story before it got any further, but he continued.
“But you didn’t stop me. And I’m not blaming you at all, for anything. It was my fault and I know that it was unforgivable. But all I can do is try to explain myself.”
“Okay.” You agreed, nodding slowly. You didn’t want to hear anymore but you knew you needed to. You owed it to yourself to try and understand.
“And so I thought… you know, what better way can I show her how much I want her? What else can I do at this point? It was all or nothing. And I know it was wrong. I knew it was wrong when I did it, so I kept asking you if it was okay so I didn’t have to feel guilty. I was selfish and I wanted to prove to myself and to you that you were still mine, at least a little bit.
“I made sure you weren’t drunk and I made sure you were okay with it. And maybe… maybe we could have still done it, the right way, but I was so paranoid about someone finding out that I just…”
He paused, catching his breath. You could tell he didn’t want to say anymore, his eyes beginning to mist.
“It wasn’t just a quick fuck, Y/N. It was everything to me.”
You felt a tear fall down your cheek, which you let roll to your chin. That was all you had wanted to hear him say. You needed to know it was something more than what you thought it was.
“And you have to know, I thought about that moment for so many months. I daydreamed about it when you fell asleep on my lap, or touched my hand. I thought about it when I was with her..”
You grimaced, not wanting to hear anything else about what they’d done. Even if he was thinking of you, it made you sick just to picture them together.
“And I know that wasn’t how you wanted it to go. To me, I really thought that I was showing you… I thought that I was proving to you how much I loved you. When it was over I regretted it right away, and I tried to fix it by telling you I loved you. I tried to make the moment special somehow, but it was too late. And I knew that if we walked back downstairs together that word would get around, that some rumor would spread about what happened. So I just left you there. But I meant it when I said we would talk about it. I meant it. I never would have just disappeared after that, not after taking the very last thing I could from you. I already knew that I was going to break up with her, even if it was too late.”
He stopped talking then, looking out again at the distance. LA looked so small from all the way up here. You had no words for him, no matter how hard you searched for them.
“So that's it, I guess.” He said softly, his face looking broken and guilty. “And you don’t have to forgive me. I’m not trying to make excuses for what I did, either. I just wanted to tell you the truth.”
You knew what you wanted to do next, watching Harry sitting there completely exposed. He had nothing left to offer, having spilt every single detail he could. You thought, also, about what you should do, but you weren’t sure what that was. Maybe you should have walked away and never looked back. Maybe you should’ve told him it wasn’t okay, and that nothing he did would ever undo what he’d done to you. But you couldn’t do either of those things, in a million years. It was almost as if you had no choice in the matter at all.
You crawled across the couch to him, holding his crumpled form in your arms. He accepted your touch hesitantly, pausing before allowing you to crawl onto him to straddle his lap.
“I forgive you.” You whispered into his neck. The relief you felt now that it was all over consumed your entire body, untying the knot in your stomach and loosening every muscle you hadn’t realized was tensed under your skin. You pulled away from Harry, taking his face between your hands.
“I’m sorry, too. For everything.” You told him. His eyebrows were still down turned, his mouth in a hard frown.
You pressed your lips to his, the softest kiss you could muster against his perfect lips. You pulled away, brushing the curls off of his forehead that had fallen as he spoke no matter how many times he tried to push them away. You kissed him again, slowly, his mouth moving perfectly with yours. His grip tightened around your body. The kiss was sensual and sweet, unlike the fevered kisses you had shared with him before. It deepened after several long, blissful minutes, Harry digging his hands into your hair. Your body reacted instantly to him, a gasp leaving your mouth and drifting between his parted lips. He enjoyed the sound, tugging again lightly on your hair.
“Let’s go inside,” Harry instructed, standing with you still wrapped around his middle. You held on tightly to him. “It’s getting chilly out here. You can grab you stuff and go if you want, once you get warmed up.”
He walked you into the living room where he dropped you gently onto the couch.
“I want to stay. For a little while.” You told him.
“Okay.” He agreed, giving you a small smile.
“Okay.”
The house was quiet. Harry stood there, just looking at you, and you could tell his mind was still going a mile a minute.
“Did you eat dinner?” He asked, slightly awkwardly. You watched him enter the kitchen, scouring every cupboard and cabinet and drawer in the fridge. “You need to eat something.”
“I’m not that hungry.” You insisted, though you were more aware of your aching stomach now that you weren’t distracted by the things Harry was saying to you outside. Harry looked over at you, leaning away from the fridge he was standing in front of. He shook his head at you.
“You have to eat, Y/N.” He said with finality. He pulled out a few things from the fridge, mixing you a salad. You just sat and watched, enjoying the way his face looked when he was concentrating.
///
“You probably need to go home soon, huh?” Harry asked. You were laying on the couch, your head pressed on Harry’s chest so you could hear his heart beating steadily as the TV played some cheesy movie in the background. The ‘little while’ you had promised Harry had come and gone, hours going by in quiet, comfortable silence.
“Yeah, probably.” You agreed. You looked at your phone. It was 11:30 already. “I just don’t want to go yet.”
“You could stay here… if ya wanted to.” Harry offered tentatively. He seemed unsure, tiptoeing around where everything stood between you after your conversation outside.
You weren’t sure what to do. You knew that you wanted to stay, forever if you could. But maybe it was too soon for that. Harry had hurt you over and over again, in so many different ways, that it seemed wrong to just let it all go. But at the same time, you knew that it didn’t make sense to just continue holding it against him if he was really, truly sorry. It all seemed like one big misunderstanding now. Just one big mistake after another. What reason did you have to punish him anymore for everything that had happened, when in many ways you were just as guilty?
Your subconscious chimed in, as always, reminding you that you really weren’t nearly as at fault as Harry was. At all. You could still feel the way his hand had pressed over your mouth as he fucked you. You remembered so clearly the way he had looked at you a few nights ago, the anger and resentment and jealousy that you felt in his gaze. He had admitted to you that he had done things to hurt you, purposefully, because deep down he was insecure and arrogant and childish. But he was sorry. He had tried, too, to talk to you about everything and you had been too stubborn to hear him out. You hated yourself for letting it all go so easily, but you believed everything he had told you. He did love you, all along. You knew he did.
“I shouldn’t have said that…” Harry said when you didn’t respond. You were so deep in thought, trying to make the right choice for once, that you had just left him hanging there.
“No, it’s okay. I want to stay.” You told him. You hadn’t even realized your decision was already made until you said it out loud. Harry’s arms wrapped a little bit tighter around you as you laid there next to him, squeezing a laugh out from your stomach.
“Tell me what’s on your mind, love.” Harry whispered, lifting your face off of his chest so you were looking at him. You had so many thoughts going through your head, but you didn’t have any idea how to make them make any sense. “I wanted to talk to you about everything, but you didn’t really get a chance to tell me how you felt about all of it.”
“I don’t know…” You began. Harry sat up, bringing you with him so you were sitting across his lap. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear the way he always did. “I guess I’m just still hurt and I don’t know if I should be or not.”
“Of course you should be.” He said, his hand stopping in its movements. “I didn’t think I could just make it all go away by telling you how I felt. Of course you’re still hurt.”
“But you did make it all go away, that’s the thing.” You tried explaining to him. “It’s like every time I’m with you I just… It’s like I just forget about everything else. I take one look at you and I forgive you, instantly. I just don’t know if I should.”
“Maybe you should go home, then. To think about it.” He offered. He was so understanding, so patient. He was like the old him again, kind and gentle and always wanting what was best for you.
“I don’t want to go.” You said, pouting slightly. You knew you needed to get away from him, to think about everything that he’d said and think it over. But he was here, with you, finally. For the first time since the night you played truth or dare you were both together, without anything holding you back.
“You could sleep on the couch, then. I’ll go upstairs and you can just think about it.”
He stood to leave you, but you stopped him before he could leave. He sat back down next to you, eager to hear what you had to say.
“I understand why you did the things you did.” You said, finally finding the words you’d been searching for all night. “We both thought the other person wasn’t interested and we both tried to move on. But I just wish you would’ve broken up with her sooner. I wish you never would have done any of that.”
“I know.” He agreed. “I do, too.”
He paused, running his hands through his hair again.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know you are.”
Things were tense again, your heart feeling strained and abused in your chest.
“I’m ready to be done with it, all of it. I’m ready to move on. But I just don’t know how to feel about what happened the other night, Harry. I don’t know how to make myself forgive you for that.”
Harry didn’t say anything. There was nothing to say. As ready as you were to throw yourself into the deep end, that memory just kept resurfacing in your mind.
“I never, ever meant for it to seem that way, Y/N. I didn’t realize how it would look. I swear, I just wanted to… I just wanted to finally have this all be over with. I was just trying to put an end to it all. And I had every intention of talking to you about everything the next morning. I really did.”
His words, as much as you hated it, put your racing mind at ease. It made sense, in some convoluted way.
“I’ll let you sleep now, okay? We can talk about it more in the morning.” He said. He stood from the couch, and you instantly longed again for his touch. It was miserable, being so close to him and not feeling his hands on you. He kissed you on top of the head, throwing you a blanket. You curled yourself up, unable to deny how heavy your eyes had grown. “You have a song to finish up tomorrow, superstar. You need your rest.”
“Okay.” You agreed begrudgingly. He smiled, his dimples making their appearance. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, sunflower.”
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You were desperately tired, at least an hour having passed since Harry made his way upstairs. But, try as you might, you couldn’t force your mind to slow long enough to fall asleep. You replayed the night you and Harry had sex, over and over until your chest grew unbearably tight. Then you played back the conversation you’d had earlier that night, remembering all of the perfect, gentle, sometimes painful things Harry had said. You daydreamed, too, about what a life with Harry would be like if he was yours and only yours. You invented all kinds of scenarios in your mind, trips to the beach or back to St. Louis or to his mom’s house. You wondered sleepily if his mom would like you. You imagined walking down the street with Harry, holding his hand and kissing his cheek and not caring who was taking pictures or what anyone had to say. You imagined the way it would feel to talk about him in interviews without having to lie. It all felt like a fantasy, but it was just within your reach now. It was right in front of you, just up the stairs and to the right.
You sat up, rubbing your eyes. You checked your phone, and for once you had no missed calls or texts or even emails. It was 1:22 in the morning.
You stood up, tiptoeing up the stairs towards Harry’s room. You weren’t sure what you would say, or what you would do if you woke him. You just needed to be close to him. You pushed his bedroom door open as slowly as possible and crept inside. He was wrapped up in his sheets, his face smooshed into a pillow. Your chest ached at the sight of him. You walked closer to him, crawling onto the mattress. You tried to distribute your weight carefully so you didn’t wake him, wriggling under the covers so that your body laid behind him. You wrapped an arm around his waist, enjoying the way his skin smelled. You gave him the lightest kiss you could on his shoulder blade.
His body shifted before lifting his head, looking over his shoulder at you. He turned around to face you, one eye open in a squint. He looked at you for a moment, his face confused and disoriented.
“What’s wrong?” He said, his voice raspy as he rubbed his eyes awake. You felt bad for waking him when he looked so peaceful laying there. You scooted back from him slightly, feeling creepy and embarrassed being caught red handed in his bed like this.
“Nothing, I-” You were whispering, searching for words. “I couldn’t sleep.”
“Oh.” He said. He stretched his arms over his head, yawning. He seemed more alive now, fully opening his eyes to look at you. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m okay.” You said. You were more than okay, though. You were better than ever, watching the sleep leave Harry’s eyes. You leaned forward, kissing the tip of Harry’s nose.
“You need to get some sleep.” He told you like he had a few hours earlier.
“I thought about everything, Harry. About us.” You ignored him, unable to wait another instant.
“You can think about it in the morning, love.” He insisted, resting a hand on your cheek. “Right now you need to rest.”
“I thought about it and I want to be with you. For real.” You continued, paying no mind to his gentle efforts to put you to sleep.
“Okay.” He began. You could see the battle he was having behind his eyes, trying to decide if he should let you continue or wait until morning to hear anymore. “That’s what I want, too. It’s all I want, sunflower, but we should talk about it in the morning.”
“I mean it, Harry. We can be together for real and we can do whatever we want. We could go to the beach. I’ll let you meet my mom.”
Harry chuckled, bringing you to his chest.
“That sounds lovely.”
“And I can be your girlfriend.” You added. You felt silly saying it, like a middle schooler asking someone to go out with them. You pulled yourself out of his hug, gauging his expression.
“My girlfriend, huh?” He asked, not able to help the smirk on his face. “I like that.”
“Yeah.” You squeaked. Under all of the darkness that coated the room you knew your face was beet red.
“Which would make me your boyfriend, I suppose.” Harry mused. He traced his fingers along your jawline, looking at you with that look again. Like you were the only person in the entire world.
“Uh-huh.” You agreed meekly. He smiled, kissing your forehead.
“There’s nothing I want more than that.” He told you. You knew that he meant it, no matter how many fucked up things you both had done along the way. “But let’s be boyfriend and girlfriend in the morning, yeah? Right now you. need. to. sleep.”
Harry booped your nose with his finger with each of his final syllables. You couldn’t sleep now, though, your heart beating out of your chest so hard you were afraid it might just leap out.
“Let me kiss you.” You whispered just as Harry had closed his eyes.
“In the morning.” He said dreamily. “You’ve been up since 4 this morning, and you have a busy day ahead of you. I promise I will do whatever you want tomorrow morning.”
“Please,” You pleaded with him, still whispering. “I’ll die if I don’t.”
Harry’s eyes blinked open, hearing his own words being used against him. It felt like so long ago now, that night he had said that same thing to you. He smiled, trying to hold his ground but losing traction. He wrapped an arm around you.
“All I have to do tomorrow is listen to this new song and that’s it. I’ll have stop by Bethany’s building to play it for the label but then I’m done. I don’t even have to go in early-”
Your words were cut off when Harry brought his mouth to yours, giving you a warm, sleepy kiss. It felt different kissing him now. It didn’t feel desperate or wrong or needy. It just felt.. Good.
“There.” He said, smiling.
“One more.” You begged, pressing your body against his. Harry kissed you again, his hand coming to your face and tangling into your hair. He pulled away again, too soon. “Again.” You begged.
Harry obliged, bringing his mouth to yours once more. You pulled him closer to you, intertwining your legs with his. You deepened the kiss, feeling Harry’s chest pounding against yours. Harry was falling now, his resolve breaking as his mouth moved against yours. You tried desperately to get closer to him, not able to get close enough no matter how hard your pressed yourself into him. Harry’s hand gripped your waist, his fingers digging into your skin in just the right way. You brought your hand to his waist, too, sliding it under the hem of his shirt to press against his chest. He hummed into the kiss, lighting up under your touch.
“Maybe we shouldn’t,” Harry whispered breathlessly into your mouth, his actions contradicting his words as he continued gripping your side.
“I want to, Harry.” You swore. You wanted him more than anything. You wanted him, for real this time. You wanted him to make love to you until the last time just felt like some foggy, lost dream. You wanted to feel him the way you had always wished you could.
“I do too, love.” He said. “But you should think about it first…”
He never took his lips from yours, trying to do the right thing when the wrong thing felt so good.
“Harry, please.” You continued begging. You had thought about it. You’d been thinking about it for a year now. And you’d spent the few hours downstairs thinking about it, too. “I’m sure about this.”
He removed himself from you, looking deeply into your eyes. In the softness of the moonlight coming in through the windows you could see his lips were swollen and pink. He took a deep breath.
“Y/N, I don’t want to do this the wrong way. I don’t want to move too fast and have you regret it tomorrow. You know I always mess these things up.”
You traced the curve of his lips as he spoke, moving your finger to his cheekbone and then to his ear.
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to, Harry. But I know what I want.”
“I do, I do want to.” He promised. You held his chin, using your thumb to softly brush his pursed lips. You tipped his chin, Harry’s body unable to resist your touch, and kissed him again.
The kiss grew deeper, and Harry rolled you softly onto your back. He used one arm to prop himself up next to you, the other hand coming to your waist. He lifted your t-shirt, and you moved your body so that he could pull it off over your head. You kicked off your pants, letting them fall onto the floor. Harry pulled away from you, moving the blanket off of your body so that he could get a good look at you. The cool air of the bedroom combined with his eyes taking in your body made goosebumps rise on your skin. Harry took your hand in his before dragging his fingertips down your wrist, then down your arm. He traced the curve of your breasts spilling out from your bra, causing you to suck in a breath. His fingers danced across your skin, down your sternum and down your belly, stopping at the seam of your underwear before moving just inside the band, brushing back and forth slowly. His eyes followed his finger all the while, taking in every inch of your exposed skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” He hummed contentedly. Your face was burning all the way up to your ears, his words only making the heat rise further. His finger was teasing you, less than an inch inside your panties and moving agonizingly slowly. He kissed you again, his lips moving as slowly as his hands. Your entire body was ablaze, your center throbbing desperately as his fingers moved across your skin. His hand inched closer before finally finding your cl*t. You gasped into his mouth as his fingers began their movements, pressing small circles into you. You let your legs fall apart for him, waiting for more. Already you could feel the tension building inside of you.
“I love you so much,” He mumbled into the kiss.
“I love you more, Harry.” You swore to him, your hips lifting slightly off the mattress to meet his hand. “Fuck-”
His fingers moved up and down your slit, spreading your wetness across your lips. It was agonizing how badly you wanted him. Harry moved his mouth to your neck, his tongue dragging across your skin. Suddenly he pressed himself into you, two fingers pushing themselves inside.
“Fuck.” You said again. You felt his smile against your neck. He moved his fingers in and out, pumping slowly.
“Please, Harry.” You begged. You couldn’t take it much longer, needing to feel him inside of you. All of him. He honored your wishes without making you specify, sliding your panties down your legs and to the floor. He kissed your neck as he unclasped your bra. Harry moved himself between your parted legs, sitting up so that he could take your body in with his eyes. He was wearing a pair of boxer briefs and nothing else when you had crawled into bed with him, and you could see in the dim lighting the outline of his cock stretching the fabric. You covered your breasts with your hands, feeling embarrassed by his gaze.
“Am I making you shy?” He asked sweetly, a soft smirk playing on his face. You nodded helplessly. He bent down, giving you another kiss on the mouth. “You’re perfect, sunflower,” he assured you, nuzzling into your neck. “So beautiful.”
His head moved to your chest, his hands gently moving your arms away. His mouth found your nipple, nipping softly. Your hands went to his hair instantly, the shock of his mouth on you making your mouth fall open. He shoved his underwear down his thighs, letting them join the rest of your clothes on the floor.
“We can still stop.” He said, his body over yours. “I’m not going to do anything that you don’t want to, you understand that right?”
You nodded wordlessly. His mouth met yours again as he lined himself up with you. His hips moved slowly, barely pressing into you. His hands entwined with yours, his fingers between your own, pinning your arms down to the mattress above your head.
“Is this okay?” He asked one final time. He was struggling to keep his voice even, feeling the head of his dick graze you.
“Yes.” You said, lifting your head to kiss him. “Yes, please Harry.”
And so he pushed into you. Your abdomen tensed, the familiar feeling of his girth making you cry out softly. His movements were slow and steady, gentle and caring. His mouth never left yours as he buried himself inside of you. His movements sped up slightly, earning more soft cries and gasps from you.
“Fuck, Y/N,” He mumbled. Your eyes shut tightly, his movements picking up even more speed. You liked the way his voice sounded as he moved into you, husky and deep and needy. You wanted to say something to him, too, trying to use what little thought you could muster up something sexy to say.
“You--” You began, barely unable to make your voice come out as your body was overcome with pleasure. “You feel… so good.” You managed to tell him between thrusts.
He grunted into your mouth, enjoying your dirty words. You wanted to make him feel good, so good, so you continued uttering what little phrases you could think of.
“You’re so big…” You whined to him, earning another moan. “It’s so good, Harry.”
He removed his hands from yours, using one arm to hold himself up and the other to palm your breast roughly. He was plowing into you now, your body moving up and down towards the headboard above you.
“I love you.” He told you through a clenched jaw. It was cute, the way you were whispering dirty things to him and he responded with the one thing going through his head. In some weird way you could feel how much he loved you through each of his movements.
“And you’re all mine, huh?” He grunted. You felt another wave of heat come over your body at his words. “My pretty little sunflower…”
“All yours.” You promised him. His hips stuttered slightly before thrusting into you a final time. He pulled himself out of you, coming on your stomach.
“Fuck.” He said one last time, breathing heavily. He took a moment to collect himself. He stood, walking toward the door, your body left shaking behind him. He came back a moment later from the bathroom with a tissue in hand, which he used to wipe you clean. You wanted to hold him, to tell him how amazing he was and how in love you were and how perfect he felt inside of you. He wasted no time, though, kissing you again.
“Sorry about that,” He said, seeming embarrassed. You furrowed your brow, unsure what he meant. “I was trying to hold out but you just sounded so pretty saying all those things to me.”
Your entire chest burned with embarrassment. You smiled shyly at him.
“You liked that?” You asked, feeling small. He gave you a wicked grin in return.
“I liked hearing you say you were mine.” He told you, kissing you again. “All mine…”
You kissed a moment longer before he stopped suddenly.
“But now we need to take care of you. You made me come so fast I didn’t even get to take care of you, did I?”
Your heart was in your throat as he spoke, his words slow and soft. His hands moved down your stomach tauntingly.
“I usually last longer, I swear. But you were just too good....”
His hands come back to you, his mouth returning to your breasts. Your breath hitched, and you knew it wouldn’t take long for you to come undone. His fingers moved expertly, twisting the knot in your stomach tighter and tighter until you couldn’t hold out any longer.
“Harry..” You moaned. He looked up at you, a smile beaming on his face as he realized. He brought his lips back to your neck, his fingers picking up speed to bring you all the way over the edge. You were breathing quickly, you chest rising and falling rapidly as Harry whispered into your neck how good you were doing, how beautiful you looked, how much he loved you. Your body tensed, your legs shaking as you came under his fingers.
“Good girl..” He whispered, a smile pressed to your neck. “Just like that…”
You laid there, once his hand was removed from you, breathing heavily. You could barely keep your eyes open, feeling sleepy and satisfied and “freshly fucked”. Harry laid down, bringing you to his chest.
“That was amazing.” You whispered. Your body was still shaking as he held you.
“Yeah.” He agreed, his chest still struggling to catch his breath. You closed your eyes, content and so in love you could die.
“I could watch you do that over and over,” He mused into your hair. “You have no idea what you do to me, looking like that.”
You just smiled into his chest, feeling shy and flattered and embarrassed. He kissed the top of your head.
“But we can do that tomorrow.” He said, smug. You gulped, your body already pulsing for him again. “You need to get some sleep first.”
“Orrrrr..” Harry purred after a slight pause. “We could do it one more time. For good measure.”
You didn’t need any more convincing, pushing him onto the mattress to climb on top of him. His hands were instantly on you, gripping your hips. You kissed him, not bothering to be gentle this time. You lowered yourself onto him, his dick rock hard for you again already, sucking in a sharp breath.
“Jesus Christ,” Harry said into your hair. You sucked the skin on his neck, not caring how many marks you left on him. His hands reached around to grip your ass, squeezing tightly. He guided you with his hands to quicken your movements. You were happy to do as he wished, wanting to hear all the little noises he was making again and again and again.
“Sit up.” He said sternly. You did as he said, lifting yourself so your hands were pressed to his chest as you rode him. You felt like you could explode, your body feelings things it never had before. The way he gazed up at you, eyebrows furrowed and mouth hung open, stirred things inside of you like nothing else ever had.
“Good girl..” he hummed, encouraging you to keep moving. Your thighs were stinging already, but it was worth it to watch the look on his face. “Such a good girl..”
It didn’t take long for you to come again, collapsing onto him as you cried out his name. He held you onto your chest as your legs have out, lifting his hips to thrust into you as you rode out your high. He was soon to follow, pulling out quickly before releasing onto your ass.
Harry leaned off the bed slightly, holding onto you so you wouldn’t fall, grabbing his discarded t-shirt from earlier in the night to wipe away the evidence. He pressed you onto his chest when he was done, gripping your hair with his hand.
“You did so good.” He praised you. His heart pounded under your ear. You could feel yourself yearning for him again at his words.
“I love you.” You told him, unable to think of anything else to say.
“I love you so much, sunflower.” He said, lifting your face to kiss you one last time. “Now we really need to get some sleep.”
“Okay.” You agreed begrudgingly, wondering if he had it in him to go one more time. You could barely fight the heaviness in your eyelids, though, Harry’s heavy breathing lulling your to sleep.
Harry laid there like that on his back, you clinging to the side of him with your head on his chest. Harry’s hand rubbed sleepily up and down your spine. His skin was slightly damp under you. You peppered small kisses on his ribs until sleep finally took you. It was blissful, everything right in the world. Everything you’d ever wanted, right here.
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Hello my beloved! ( Can I call you that? And people it's platonic!) I have an idea and this is for pogtopia wilbur and ghostbur! Can you do a reader who loves painting and one morning they find a picture of them with a note about the reader confessing to then but they didn't do it in person because they were really nervous? Thank you!
And please take as much time as you want also could it be a long story? Thank you!
- Your beloved Moosh 🥺
Moosh, darling! Hello! Yes, you have my full permission to call me that, thank you for asking! This is the third time I've written this story because Tumblr just really enjoys screwing me over...
Also. You never clarified whether you wanted fluff or angst, but it's Pogtopia Wilby so I kinda just went with angst? If you want a happy end to this, I'll rewrite this no problem! But it won't be as long because... Well, you'll see. Also also, I didn't exactly know where to throw the Ghosty Bur in, so... Yeaaaah? He's at the end tho!
THE FIRST PART IS LIKE NEW NEW POGTOPIA WILBUR
TW: (Sorry it didn't save the first time) C!Schlatt, bruising, threatened hanging, self doubt
Perfect Picture of Imperfection (Pogtopia!C!Wilbur x GN!Painter!Reader)
Maybe you painted Schlatt's horns the wrong colour? Or his jawline was off? He was furious when you finally showed him your art piece... It was the best you could do with the few hours you were given! Paint physically couldn’t dry as fast as Schlatt wanted it to you… He didn’t seem to care when he threw the wooden frame of the torn canvas at you, giving you a dark bruise right above your eye, or when he started yelling at you and threatening to burn your art studio down to the ground.
Or even when he grabbed you and suggested to Quackity to hang you at the gallows for insulting the emperor of Manberg.
The man you had once been friends with grinned widely and nodded happily, “Yes, sir! Yes, sir!” He said, without a single care that you were a living human being, only giving a cheer as he picked you up so your feet were dangling on the ground, leaving you silent in terror. Tubbo only averted his gaze.
“Aww… You’re like a little fawn, caught in the torchlight of a traveller.” The ram hybrid smiled in a sickly sweet manner, causing the colour to drain from your face, “Come now, darling, I’m not a monster… You’re the only one of Wilbur’s sweet little subjects that he hasn’t gotten back, and here I thought you were his favourite… Or maybe he left you here to act as a sacrifice so they could all be off doing their own thing... Guess he prefers Niki over you…” He whispered as he dropped you, chuckling softly as you scurried out of the building as you quite literally ran for your life.
You called Wilbur when you were safely hidden in your house, gasps and sobs leaving your mouth quicker than tears could pool out of your eyes…
“(Y/n)... You can’t be calling me when-”
“Wil…?” You whispered into the communicator, your voice shaking enough to shut him up immediately, “He… He’s going to…” Hiccuping meekly, you curled in tighter on yourself as you heard Schlatt’s loud and pompous voice come over the speaker system he had hung up all around the once beautiful country, “I think I’m going to die here…”
The dead silence that followed through the line was sickening…
“Is it true…?” You couldn’t help but find yourself wondering aloud, “Is that why I’m the only one left here? Am I a sacrifice so you can live happily elsewhere? ...Is that why you haven’t come to get me?”
“(Y/n), I want you to never utter those words again.” His voice was dark and steely as there was a bit of crashing around that came from the other side as well as faint mumbles which were clearly from Tommy judging by all the swearing, “You are not a sacrifice. Now... Get your Enderchest and Inventory packed up, I’m coming to get you tonight, and then I’ll explain in person…”
The line cut off and you slowly lowered the communicator down from beside your ear. Your heart was sinking one minute, but soaring the next… A terrible feeling really. You were saved! But… He could get caught trying to come to get you… You couldn’t let that happen for sure. With a heavy sigh, you rubbed your eyes free of tears before standing up and beginning to shove any necessary equipment into your Enderchest, including your finished painting of Wilbur that you were going to give to him when he won the election… And finally, confess your feelings…
When midnight hit and the lights of the city finally died down, you climbed up onto your roof and looked around for the president, fear and paranoia flooding through your veins as your mind went wild. What if he got caught? What if he was trying to give you false hope? What if. What if. What if. These sort of questions buzzed around in your mind for an hour as you waited for your saviour to arrive…
Finally, when enough became enough and you decided he wasn’t coming, you stopped pacing and slowly sat down on the roof as the tears began to start again. You could practically hear Schlatt chiding you in the back of your mind, telling you that you were a fool for holding out hope.
“(Y/n)!” A low hiss came from beside you and a hand touched your shoulder. You certainly would’ve screamed bloody murder if another hand hadn’t quickly wrapped around your mouth, “Sh, sh, sh, it’s me… It’s Wilbur.” The voice soothed softly as the hand left your mouth, quickly allowing you to turn your head.
It didn’t feel real… Seeing him after so long… And in an outfit other than his uniform. “Wil...bur?” You repeated, staring at him for a while before giving him a soft smile filled with relief, “You really came…”
“Of course I did!” He almost seemed offended for a moment before his eyes softened as he realized what Schlatt must’ve drilled into your head. Wilbur easily caught you as you flung your self at him, quickly wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your (h/l) (h/c) hair, “I missed my artiste…” He whispered, donning a temporary french accent for the word ‘artist’.
Holding back a sob, you quickly grabbed his extended hand and followed him as he jumped off your roof, safely landing in a bed of hay that you used to feed your old farm animals that Schlatt confiscated before following him out of this damned country.
After that, things seemed to change between you and Wilbur. He always seemed to be at your side, choosing to personally train you rather than letting Techno train you with everyone else, or even running over ideas on how to expand Pogtopia with you rather than with Tommy. His touches always lingered longer or he somehow wound up leaning closer to you than originally necessary, but you never caught yourself complaining. He would watch you paint beautiful designs along the armour he had gifted you, knowing full well it would chip off and was heavily unnecessary, but he only smiled and let you continue doing it as long as it didn’t interfere with enchantments.
Each day with Wilbur became better and better, but your heart physically couldn’t take it any longer, you had to tell him that you felt this way for him… The way that you had to fight back the reddening of your cheeks when his chest pressed against your back as he adjusted your stance in training, or the way you had to struggle to regulate your breathing every time he complimented you on how far you had come…
He was going to be the death of you…
Your already calloused hands were bruised and blistered, but somehow, you were still able to hold a quill, pinched in between the fingers of your dominant hand. Wilbur had come to your Pogtopia home this morning, but upon realizing that he had knocked you to the ground a little too hard yesterday as you were incredibly stiff and sore, he let you have the day off of training.
This was at least a little chance… You had torn a page from your notebook and sat down at your handmade desk with a bitter sigh. Trust me, you wanted to tell him in person, but you were just too scared… Plus, maybe you could play it off as someone pulling a prank on him if it went south.
Biting your lip, your fingers treated the quill as a brush, delicately running the ink dipped tip over the top of the paper, letting your heart control what words you wanted the ink to form.
Wilbur,
You don't realize how much you mean to me. Although we've been friends for only a year, I feel as though I've known you my entire life. My connection to you is already so deep, and my love for you is already so strong that I can't remember what my life was like before we met. Even more, I can't imagine my life without you now. I can't imagine the future without you, either.
You have saved my life several times already. You have even saved me from myself several times, too! I am so thankful for your guidance and care. Whenever I'm having a bad day, I know that I can just give you a call. I know I can depend on you and, with your help, everything will turn out well.
I want you to know how I really feel. It's time for you to know that I'm ready to admit how much I care for you, how much you mean to me. I know, this isn’t the best timing in our lives, but I trust it will get better through your leadership. I love you, Wilbur.
Please, don't ever forget how much I love you.
Love, (Y/n) (L/n)
Sighing, you put the quill into the inkpot and put your head in your bandaged hands. ‘This is going to work. It will work. Go on. Have faith in yourself, as Wil said…’ You took a few deep breaths and stood up, picking up the letter once it was dry and reading it over as many times as you physically could before your mind couldn’t handle it any longer.
Walking to the door, you cracked it open to search for any sign of your president, sighing again as you realized he was likely out helping gather resources. “Is… This enough?” You mumbled sadly as you stared down at the simple letter before looking at your Enderchest in thought. Surely you could give him a few emeralds or some gold… Yeah! That’s what you’d do! Smiling in victory, you quickly wandered over to the chest and opened it, digging through it for a few moments.
It was sort of empty…
You groaned as you remembered that you haven’t really been one of the miners or forgers for Pogtopia. Instead, you were one of the warriors, focused on protecting others instead of gathering supplies.
Going to shut the chest, you suddenly paused as you saw something colourful resting at the bottom. Pushing aside your old L’Manberg uniform, you gasped as you found your old painting of Wilbur from a few months ago. It was old, yes, and a little dusty but you were still proud of it even now! Perfect.
Pulling out the painting, you began to lightly brush the dust off of the picture, smiling at the splashes of paint and colour forming a picture. It was your magnum opus.
It was a painting of Wilbur holding up a massive L’Manberg flag against the sunlight with a wide smile and hope in his eyes… This was the day that L’Manberg won independence from DreamSMP…
Standing up again, you quickly hurried out the door and walked to Wilbur’s room, silently creaking open the door and looking around, even though you were well aware that he was gone for the day. You walked over to his desk and gently setting the painting down on top of the countless sheets of work, making sure not to mix up any of the papers, then putting your letter on top where he could see it before hurrying out before you could change your mind.
Thankfully you got out when you did because, by the time you pulled an already baked potato out of the furnace, Wilbur came down the stone stairs, looking extremely exhausted, “(Y/n), my artiste…” He murmured with a smile, “I’m glad to see you’re still up and going… I was worried we would have to make you a healing pot.”
“It’s not too bad… It’s mostly just my hands that hurt.” You chuckled and held up your shaking bandaged hands, “You want me to cook you up some potatoes and carrots? Or I could maybe try and get some steak cooked up before you go to work?”
Wilbur tried to smile a bit, deciding not to question why your hands were shaking so badly, taking everything out of his inventory and placing them in their designated chests. “No, no… It’s alright. I’m going to go get ready for Tubbo’s report… I’ll see you later tonight, okay?”
You gave him a small wave before Wilbur disappeared into his office. Taking a sharp intake of breath, you quickly followed after him and peeked through the tiny crack in the door where he didn’t close it all the way. He stood in his room silently for a moment before throwing his hat off at a wall, screaming into hands, muffling it heavily to the point where you wouldn’t have heard it if you were still near the furnaces. Wilbur threw off his jacket before plopping himself into his chair with his head in his hands for a few moments, then lifting it to stare at the painting that you had placed.
He was still for a long time, then he slowly picked up the note, his eyes softened slightly before his face broke out into a wide and genuinely happy smile before his mouth twitched and the smile began to fall, tears bubbling into his chocolate coloured eyes. Wilbur held the note up to his chest and slouched back against his chair, sobbing into his hand, whispering ‘I’m so sorry’ repeatedly.
Frowning, you realized that he physically couldn’t return your love because of the stress of caring for Pogtopia and trying to win back L’Manberg. With a sad smile, you stood up and walked to your room, putting your head down as you saw water droplets hit the stone below you, “It wasn’t a no…” You tried to tell yourself, ignoring the tears running from your eyes as you shut the door, sliding down to your knees.
The next few weeks after that were hell, the complete opposite of the Utopia that you were blinded by for the past month. Wilbur asked Techno to pick up your training, and he never even spoke to you about it again… It was the Piglin hybrid that awkwardly told you. During dinner, Wilbur would practically eat as little as possible as he ignored you, trying to make any situation where he would be in the same room as you as short as possible.
“Wil-...” You reached out to the president but watched as he only gave you the saddest gaze before walking past you as if he never saw you. But he would have no problems talking to Niki, or anyone else! It wasn’t fair!
Time ticked by in a haze of fog and you quickly watched the man you had once fallen in love with becoming a complete shadow of his former self… It was sickening… He… Lost it… His mind was becoming twisted… And all you could do was watch in horror…
You knew something was wrong when he crept away from the festival and the celebration… But you just decided that he was going to take a break from the excitement. He was quite old after all…
Then the ground shook with booming roars as TNT blew craters into the earth, sending debris scattering and people screaming, scattering for their lives. Gasps of terror escaped your lips as you realized the cause of it all… You hopped over gunpowder scented broken stone and batted the smoke away as you saw the final picture to paint the last stroke of horror in your heart.
There was a blond man with massive avian wings holding a diamond sword glimmering with enchantments as the brunet clung to his clothing, slowly sinking to his knees. With a sob of despair, you watched the man you once loved so dearly, get stabbed through the chest by his own father.
“WILBUR!” You shrieked, your ears ringing from the blast as you sunk to your knees, sobs racking your frame violently. Wilbur’s head lazily rolled to look in your direction…
And in his last dying breath… He smiled…
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“That painting…” A light airy whisper echoed through the darkened stone halls of your home, “It’s familiar… Yet so foreign...”
You gave a hum as you hung your netherite armour on your stand before turning to stare at the spectral figure floating in your doorway, “Which painting, Ghostbur? There’s many… You have to elaborate.”
“Right! Because you’re an artiste!” The transparent male chirped happily, not seeming to notice your flinch, “I mean the one hanging above the fireplace, of Alivebur.”
“Right…” You nodded, following behind the eager sweater-wearing ghost down the eerie hallways and into the office, "I'm going to take it down... I think it's doing more harm than good..."
Ghostbur didn't seem to understand your reasoning, but he didn't say much, knowing that Alivebur hurt many people... But he didn't think he hurt you, "It's pretty though... But your art style has changed, in a good way though!" He smiled softly as you opened the large dark oak double doors.
You walked past your grand dark oak desk to stare at your former magnum opus, dangling above the unlit fireplace. "Hey, Bur, if you have a flint and steel, could you light the fire please?" You glanced over and watched him nod as he dug through his pockets. In the meantime, you climbed up onto the mantle and began to struggle to pull the canvas off the wall. With a bit of hassle, you managed to pull it down and toss it onto the ground before climbing down, just in time for your ghost friend to light the fire.
"Don't damage it, (N/n)! It's still really good!" Ghostbur scolded you with a pout once you hopped down and picked the canvas up, "And you used to be proud of it!"
"I'm not, don't fret too m-" You paused mid-sentence as you saw a letter tucked into the bottom corner of the back of the painting. Frowning in confusion, you slowly picked it up and turned it over into your hand, only to discover that it was addressed to you in fancy cursive, sealed with a light red and white wax seal, "What's this?"
He looked over at you and tilted his head, seeming almost as genuinely confused as you were. Ghostbur shrugged as you propped the painting up against the wall before sitting at your desk, using your letter opener for its purpose, "Love letter, perhaps?"
"I doubt it..." You mumbled softly as you carefully unfolded the paper, recognizing that it was probably a few years old, "Let's see... Who wrote this..." You hummed before beginning to read.
My darling artiste... I'm sure by the time you read this, I'm either dead or... Well, most likely dead, if all goes to plan...
I am writing this letter to you to let you know that life without you is not the same. Life without you is very sad and lonely. I have realised that it was you who keep me alive and cheerful.
I thought I would get used to your absence from my life, but every day has been harder when I think of all the good times we spent together.
There are so many things which I want to confess. It's killing me because I don't want you to go another day without knowing how I feel about you.
And I'm not able to tell you I'm in love with you.
What an idiot I am.
And for the past few days, I've been trying to figure out, why there aren't some words to describe it. I want to tell you exactly how I feel but there isn't a single goddamned word in the entire dictionary that can describe my love for you.
But I need that word. I need it because I want you to hear me say “I love You". I want to make the sweetest gestures in front of you which make you feel even more loved.
Trust me... I know... I act like an absolute ass towards you. I'm so scared of your life being in more danger than it was... I really did love you, and still do, but I didn't want it to hurt you more when I blow up L'Manberg...
Darling, I could have simply called you on your communicator and took you out on a surprise date but I couldn't have expressed my feelings. You have become an integral part of me. I want to give you all my love throughout my life.
The painting you made me is beautiful and I will cherish it for as long as I'm alive... It's a perfect picture of imperfection...
I Love You, (Y/n), even if by now you'll never love me back.
- Wilbur Soot
"That... That idiot..." You whispered, holding your head in your hands in an attempt to hide the tears from Ghostbur, "He planned blowing up L'Manberg from the beginning... That's why he refused to acknowledge me after I... He wanted me to hate him..."
Ghostbur held a bit of blue in his hands tightly, avoiding your gaze as you murmured to yourself, "Yeah... Most of my happiest memories involve you... That's why I couldn't understand when you said Aliverbur hated you..." He glanced away again as he saw you look at him.
"(Y/n)... Are you ever going to move out of Pogtopia?"
"Probably not for a long time, Ghostbur."
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a deep love confession
warnings!! nsfw!! unprotected sex!!
johnny x fem reader, 3k
johnny stared at you with such intensity, you had never seen that look in his eyes before. he looked mad. he was mad. at you, specifically. of course, you were a grown woman, one who could handle any form of danger, but that knowledge didn't help the anxiety that was weighing down on johnny's chest heavily. "where were you?" johnny tried to speak in the calmest tone he could muster but he was failing to mask his emotions. was it because you didn't inform him that you left for the deal or was it because he felt like you didn't trust him?
you scanned his posture as he stood still in your bedroom, a room that all of your men were forbidden from entering, even dohwan. yet, you always welcomed johnny. sighing, you began to shrug off the jacket you wore and placed it on your bed, not bothering to answer the man in your room. to you, it didn't seem like such a big deal, you were simply doing your job.
"y/n, i just asked you a question."
both of your eyes locked onto each other, a mutual look of intensity, hoping to try and read each other's minds, johnny just wanted to understand you but you were making it so difficult for him. your eyes were blank. you showed no detectable emotions.
"i don't answer to you," was what you said that threw johnny off the edge. whatever patience was left in him now vanished. groaning loudly, johnny ran his hand through his hair and held onto his neck. he couldn't shout at you, he couldn't do anything.
you infuriated him.
johnny decided it was best to leave you alone, maybe forever. the feelings he felt for you heavily trumped what you felt for him, johnny assumed in his mind, that was always constantly things about you. there was no way to tell what you were thinking and it stressed him out. he just wanted to understand you.
"wow," johnny scoffed, placing his hands on his hips as he glared at you, the way you just gazed back at him obliviously pissed him off even more, "i guess i shouldn't have worried about you then, huh?" anger was laced with every word he spoke in a voice that was quiet so no one that happened to be walking past could hear but loud enough for you to listen. the warm light of your room illuminated johnny's features, his beautiful face hardened like a rock, jaw tense. "do you even care that i was worried about you? i get that you don't care about you own life but i care, y/n! me!" you were speechless. feelings were never your strong point, voicing them aloud was even worse. slowly, you began to process johnny's words, however the said man took your silence literally and as a rejection.
feeling fed up, johnny began to walk towards the door, the sound of his leaving footsteps booming in your ear like thunder. it awoke something in you as if a switch had been turned on. johnny's fingers were ready to reach out for the door handle to leave out of your life before he froze in his steps, "i'm sorry."
you had apologised.
the two words were foreign to your tongue but you hoped johnny could hear the sincerity in your shakey voice. it was only a matter of a few more seconds before johnny felt your hands wrap around his waist, your head resting against his broad back. he felt warm to you. any anger that he experienced quickly evaporated with that one act.
"i can't stand to see the sight of you walking away," the image of it was still fresh in your mind, causing you to tighten your grip on him, in fear he would actually leave. your fingers trembled as you clutched johnny's cotton shirt. "the way i feel for you," you began slowly with a wavering voice as you thought out every word, trying to piece everything you wanted to say, "i haven't felt this way about anyone before, and i don't know if i deserve to feel it." your heart was hammering in your chest, you were afraid that johnny could feel it beating, a sheet of paper couldn't pass between your grip on the taller man.
as johnny felt your grip loosen, he instantly held your hands against him again.
"i love you," you whispered quietly in a defeated tone.
johnny turned around so quickly you were afraid he might have experienced whiplash. the hardened features of his face had finally softened, showing you everything you found so dearly beautiful about him. as his dark eyes pierced into yours, johnny raised one of his large hands to cup your face. he didn't miss the way you nestled into it further, the simple act causing his heart to skip a beat. the organ was beating so loudly out of his chest johnny was almost certain you could hear it in the comforting silence, unbeknownst to him, your heart matched his rapid pace.
"i want to be the one by your side, y/n," johnny's other free hand snaked around your waist to draw you closer to him, with your hands still wrapped around him, "please, i can handle everything you throw at me, just... let me be a part of your world." his forehead rested against yours, you could feel his warm breath falling upon your skin, finding peace in it. johnny was real and not a figment of your dreams that were beginning to replace the recurring nightmares that occupy your sleepless nights.
"but you'll get hurt," your body stiffened at the thought of johnny becoming hurt or worse, dead. all because of you.
"then let me," johnny held onto you tighter, embracing you with both arms, his scent unknowingly calming you down, "i know you'll protect me no matter what," he had spoken with a smirk that was so obvious in his voice.
gazing upon your face once more, johnny knew he reached your ice cold heart. that all his efforts didn't go to waste. your neck craned as you looked up at him with endearing eyes, as if he was the most perfect creature to have been created. it began to cause a stir in him. taking advantage of your dazed state, johnny angled his head lower so he could meet your lips. unlike the first kiss you both shared, the taste of tobacco is no longer lingering like a reminder of your habit, just the taste of your lip gloss. it was so sweet. johnny indulged himself in the sweetness, you kissed him back with an equal amount of eagerness. your slender fingers ran up the expanse of johnny's chest, standing on the tips of your feet to match his height but yet you were still shorter than him. the soft kiss quickly became anything but innocent, the urge to have johnny bed you almost had your knees buckling.
somehow, johnny had moved you both to your bed, where you sat in his lap, your thighs on either side of him. warm comforting hands ghosted along your bare legs, the skirt you wore had ridden up, revealing more inches of your body for johnny to touch. "i want you," you breathed as you pulled away from johnny's swollen lips.
johnny groaned at your words. he had imagined this moment ever since you deemed his yours, the thoughts normally continued in a lonesome cold shower and the company of his hand. a blush grazed his cheeks at the embarrassing thoughts. the blood rushed to his dick at the sight of your doe eyes pleading him to consent. "fuck," johnny's voice dropped an octave, "you sure, darling?"
the small nod of your head was the green light. his hands gripped at your hips, guiding you dangerously closer to feel where he needed you most. intently, johnny watched as you gasped at the feeling of his hardening dick through his jeans.
"i'll make you cum on my dick instead of my tongue," the lewd words were whispered softly, hot breath fanning against your ear, only for you to hear. in a matter of seconds, you felt johnny's pulp lips press opened-mouth kisses along the juncture of your neck, his lips upturned into a smirk when you titled your head to allow him to have more access. cherry blossoms trailed from beside your ear down to your collarbone. a gasp emitted from you at the harsh sting of your skin between johnny's teeth.
"you're so beautiful, y/n," you wondered how johnny viewed you, a psychotic bitch who needed to be locked up or someone who was deserving of love. cradling his face between your cold hands, you littered soft kisses all around johnny's handsome face, mentally swearing to yourself to kill anyone who as much places a scratch upon it. johnny stilled at the sudden affection. your wondering hands turn south from johnny's chest, you had the blessing of being able to peel the white t-shirt off from his body, leaving him bare before your eyes. johnny was very confident in his body, the way you drooled over him like a child craving a candy, made him chuckle. the laughter died when you suddenly began to undress yourself, revealing the dark lace undergarments you wore. johnny's mind wondered if you purposely wore such a thing for his eyes only.
returning to his lap, you innocently rolled your hips against johnny's unbelievably hard dick, eliciting a sound from him that made you clench around nothing. "do you want me to cum in my pants?" you blinked at him in confusion as if your heat wasn't sat directly on top of the area where he needed you most. johnny rolled his eyes at your unresponsive reaction. for a mafia boss, you knew nothing about sex. "where do you keep your condoms?" he shifted his weight in order to search through your bedside table for the packaged rubbers.
"i don't have any," you told johnny, watching the way the muscles in his back tense, "you're my first."
he knew this already but it spurred something in him to hear it again. johnny turned his head to you at lightning speed, catching you off guard. a voiceless part of him takes pride in knowing that you never took pleasure in someone else before him, unlike what the rest of the boys believed. if they only knew, johnny thought.
"darling, we can't do this then."
"no!" the sound of your own voice shocks you, never did you think you would be so intoxicated by a man that you'd loose all sense of pride, but johnny sat there, peering down at you, and suddenly the desire for him to fill you increased tenfold. "isn't it better without?" you reasoned, remembering the conversation with yuta about sex being better without protection. the chance of you getting pregnant during your first time seemed low to you, you knew it was a risk but you'd do anything to cease the throbbing you felt.
"yeah but-" johnny's reasoning was cut short by your lips kissing along his chest, so lightly like petals grazing against his skin, "baby." his groan only added to the wetness that was pooling in your panties, all for him.
your hands wrap around his neck to bring johnny's gaze back to your lustful ones, "it'd be nice," your voice sounded as smooth as butter, coaxing him to give into your every desire, "my belly swollen with your baby." you practically purr in his ear. johnny felt his dick twitch in its restrictive confinements, reminding himself of just how unforgivingly hard he is.
"for a virgin," johnny sighs shakily, feigning disappointment, as he began to undo his trousers, pushing his boxers down with them, "you have such a foul mouth," he moved to sit against the headboard of your bed that was fit for a king, "should i stuff it with my dick?" johnny hummed, not missing how your thighs rubbed together slightly.
all the arrogance left your body when you peered at johnny's dick, eyes lingering for a moment too long. you gulped. there was no way for you to tell if his size was regular, due to your inexperience, but he looked big.
mocking laughter fell from johnny, you looked so scared sat in his lap, having no absolute fucking clue what to do, a sight people would pay billions to see, and yet you trusted johnny enough to be the one who sees you like this. his chest swelled with pride. he was your first. somewhere in his heart, johnny knew he'd be your last too.
the tips of your fingers curled between johnny's soft locks as he pulled you back in his strong arms, slotting his warm lips between your own. his mind drifted back to when he ate you out, the taste of you still fresh in his mind. you moaned sinfully against him as his hand groped your breast through your bra, you rutted against him in response to the pleasure. his other hand itched it's way to your back, managing to unclap the lace material, freeing your breasts. leaning down, johnny doesn't miss the opportunity to press a kiss along the valley between your mounds, leaving you a sighing mess above him.
"please, john," you said breathlessly, you were aching for him to touch you in the area you desired most yet he avoided completely.
gripping your hips tightly, johnny guided you to be on top of him, your thighs straddling his waist yet again, after throwing your panties to pile with the rest of the disregarded clothes on the floor. your body trembled slightly out of nervousness. johnny cupped your face with his large palm, "we don't have to do this," he said again. your pleasure was the only thing that mattered to him, he could withstand another cold shower for your sake. however, you urged him to continue.
your hips bucked at the feeling of johnny's hand cupping your sex. "you're dripping," his eyes darkened at the way your wetness glistened under the lighting, before licking his hands clean as if it were the richest frosting, something straight out of a porno. the hum johnny produced caused a chill to run through your body as you completely focused on him.
wasting no more time, johnny aligned himself with your enterance, helping you slowly ease yourself onto him. every cry you emitted from the discomforting stretch was shushed with reassuring mumbles, encouraging words about you 'taking him so well,' and soft kisses peppered around your pain-ridden face. the air in your lungs left your body at the feeling of being completely filled. it took all of johnny's strength to not just thrust into you and take you as he pleased. your walls were so tight and so warm around him, his mind felt like it was going to explode.
as the pain surpassed, you began to rock your hips at a slow irregular pace. each second was agonising for johnny as all he could do was grip at your hip. he was sure a bruise would be left there tomorrow. the other hand kneed the flesh of your ass, coaxing you to move a bit faster. johnny's lips attached themselves to your left breast, swirling his tongue against your nipple softly, the gasp you let out only encouraged the assault. it wasn't until his teeth grazed the sensitive peak that you clenched around him deliciously. johnny cursed out as his hips bucked into yours, hitting a spot you didn't know existed, "do that again, darling."
your breaths were loud in your partner's ears, chest heaving as the air was knocked out of your lungs, your mind was filled to the brim with thoughts of johnny, much like your cunt was. the feeling of your orgasm approaching burned in your lower body.
"j-john," you tried to silence your pathetic whines by pressing your face into johnny's shoulder, his name fell like a mantra from your lips as if it were the only word you knew.
"my pretty, pretty girl," johnny cooed at the fucked out expression adorning your face, a look no one apart from him would ever be able to witness.
the rolling of your hips became sloppier, the longer you chased your high. your legs began to feel numb. johnny's hips suddenly began to thrust up into you, so deeply that tears prick the corners of your eyes.
"'m so close." it was a miracle that your nails didn't break as they created deep crescent-like cuts in johnny's back. you hung onto his shoulders for dear life. if you were hurting him, johnny didn't show it.
he was embarrassed to say it but johnny could feel his high rising in such a short time. the way you called his name when he couldn't be more closer to you made his head spin, slowly loosing control as you clenched around him tighter. grunts and groans fell from him, immediately being swallowed by your parted lips.
sweat adorned your skin, your hair matted against the top of your forehead, johnny couldn't imagine what he looked like himself, his hair was probably a mess from your clutches.
"fuck, john, why is your dick so big?"
"you did not just say that," johnny snorted, wishing he had a camera to capture the blush that crept on your cheeks in embarrassment, had you said the wrong thing?
"do you want me to cum in you, darling?" the lewd question was said with such innocence, no one would have suspected the effect it had on you, "should i?" johnny's grip got stronger, as if it were possible, and began to thrust his hips up into you, repeatedly hitting the spot that had you seeing stars. the quiet moans falling from your lips and the way your walls clenched around his dick were a big giveaway that you were nearly at your high.
you emitted a gasp as the coil in your stomach snaps, the pleasure quickly become too much as johnny continued to pound you from beneath. in a matter of seconds, you could feel the warmth of his load coating your walls.
finally, your lover stilled in you, waiting just one more moment before leaving your warmth. the whine from the loss of johnny's dick almost made him do a double-take, desiring to fill you up again. however he knew better and wanted to let you rest. johnny kissed the crown of your head, his strong arms holding your slumped body up against him. "you okay?"
you managed a small hum, feeling too tried to respond. johnny noticed your drooping eyelids, he gently helped you off his lap and lay down on your bed, despite your protests of missing his warmth. a small chuckle fell from him as he looked at the marks you created along his chest in the bathroom mirror. he went in to get a towel to clean you up with and a shirt for you to sleep in so you wouldn't sleep cold. by the time johnny returned, you had managed to fall asleep in the short time. regardless, the older man continued to clean up the mess between your thighs, he couldn't manage to slip your shirt on you so johnny made sure to tuck the blankets in tightly.
"john, can you sleep with me?" your small voice asked, tired eyes meeting his with a pleading look.
"what did we just do earlier," johnny joked as he put his boxers on, the light in your room casted a glow around him that likened him to an angel.
"stay with me."
your hand had managed to sneak its way out of the blanket and beckoned johnny to lay beside you. the sucker he was for you, anything you desired you would have, who was he to deny you of himself. sighing, johnny clambered into the cold bed, he shivered as he laid beside you. like a moth to a flame, you reached out to touch him, yearning for the warmth of his naked body. johnny was always warm and you were always cold.
"haechan will notice i'm not there," he said softly with his long fingers running through your hair.
"i don't care," you said simply, the members were almost certain that something was happening between you and johnny, they just needed confirmation. "neither should you, your thoughts should only consist of me."
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Fury of Their Scales
m.yoongi / reader
genre: dragon!au, wyvern!yoongi, human/herbalist!reader,
warning(s)!!: isolation/alienation, mentions of war, injuries/blood/violence, dragon boy yoongles is stuck in a trap bc he’s dumb, y/n is so sO pure, protective dragon yoonyoon, villagers physically bully y/n a lot :(, unfair situations, y/n takes so much shit like a champ she deserves an award, dragon boy is a dragon for the first half of this (sorry, not sorry), don’t be scared there's actual humor and wholesome stuff too :D, slow burn (kinda)?
w.count: 17.7k
Series | One-shot | Two-shot | Drabble | [Rated: T]
synopsis: a world of dragons, demons, devils, gods and ghouls- humans were of small number. you’ve lived on the outskirts of your human village in the woods ever since you could remember. living alone in a small cabin with nothing but woodland trees, ponds, lakes and animals was like a small paradise- with the occasional bump in the road. as someone who’s studied and experimented with nature to make all sorts of concoctions- your home was ideal. it didn’t matter that your village didn’t like it or that they rejected your life of medicine. what did matter, however, was the dragon stuck in a trap not too far from your home that you just discovered.
a/n: i literally haven’t sat down to write fanfiction in over a month bc my brain was fried and i got sucked balls deep into a fandom of an anime i dont even watch (yet). It took me three hours to edit this bc i pass tf out, pls be easy on me LOL
A shrill whine echoed through the woodland area. Bouncing off trees, echoing in caves, spooking off wildlife of rodents and critters that crept along the ground with far too many spindly legs. Rustling in the wind, entangling with the leaves that blew and then erupting when a campfire crackled, settling in it’s burning pit of wood and stone.
-x-x-x-
You shot awake in bed, the morning light peeking in through your bedroom window that was covered in a beginning to tear curtain. You breathed out a heavy sigh as you flopped back down onto your mattress that squeaked at your movement. You really should be getting a new bed sometime soon. This one was old and did nothing for your pressure points or back while you slept. What was the point of a good night rest when you wake up feeling like you just wrestled a bear and lost?
You looked at the small streaks of light that soaked into your wooden home as you closed your eyes, took a deep breath and opened them again before getting out of bed. You threw your covers off, your nightdress coming down to your knees as you started to stretch. Your arms reached above your head as you stifled a yawn.
You could hear the birds outside and from the way the sun angled into the room through the drapes, you assumed it was still fairly early. You hated that you could never seem to sleep until later into the morning, but you couldn’t help the fact that when you're up, you're up for the day unless you’re ill.
Walking to your window, you drew open the curtains and immediately shut your eyes. Peeling them open slowly in a squint, the morning light was brilliant until you finally adjusted to the sudden light difference. Letting the morning sun warm your room with sunspots, you started to change.
Tossing away your nightdress, you changed into your everyday- not at all flattering- attire.
A dress of a faded moss green skirt and a stretched, overly used leather corset around your waist that tucked around the white top half of your dress. Tying your hair back you slipped on some socks.
Leaving your room, you immediately dashed to your fire place where a kettle of day old water hung from the single hook inside the top of the pit. Striking a match, you ignited the wood that had not yet been completely burnt and noted to refill the kettle with fresh water later on- too lazy to do it right off the bat.
You walked around your small, cabin home jumping place to place with small tasks or chores that took a mere few seconds to complete to start your day off waiting for your kettle to whistle with hot water. When it finally did, you carefully took your kettle with a cloth wrapped around your hand and set it on your countertop. Grabbing a clay mug from your cupboard (that you made on your own to your pride), you dropped in a few leaves from a box of herbs you had and poured the steaming hot water over them.
“Alright,” you assured yourself as you left your kettle to cool off again. After a handful of minutes, you took your mug and sat yourself at your small table that was made for two- but only occupied by yourself. You lifted open your window and let out a breathy sigh at the fresh air. You placed a small plate of grain and food on the open window seal and soon enough, birds were flocking to it to grab something.
“Good morning you guys,” you chuckled as you basked in the small moment of peace before the day ahead. You weren’t sure how long you were sitting there in your spot of sunlight and birds with the occasional squirrel, but after the sun had shifted just enough to get you to notice, you deemed it long enough.
Getting up, you set your mug into your sink and took the plate that was previously filled on the widow as you walked to your door. Grabbing a white cloak to tie around your shoulders, a small gathering basket and placing a pair of worn down, brown boots on, you were leaving your home. Grabbing the key that hung on a nail beside the door, you locked your cabin door behind you and placed the key around your neck.
Taking a list from beneath the small cloth in your basket, you started reading aloud to none other than yourself. You kept yourself company, that’s the only way you stayed somewhat entertained in your lonesome cabin.
You lived on the outskirts of your village, having been born in this cabin and growing up in it even when your parents left you there as a child. You found out quickly how to grow and live independently and by now it was just second nature. Sure, you had your rough days of work and weather, but it was manageable. At least you didn’t have neighbors that stressed you out- only the occasional bird, bat or squirrel that got stuck in your chimney that you had to chase out.
“I need to find some goldenrod for sure,” you muttered. “I’ll need to make sure not to grab yarrow in its place; although, I guess it wouldn’t be all that bad if I did.” Your knowledge and interest in medicine was also another reason why you never branched further into the village as a person. All they did was ridicule you for not following the status quo. “I need honey too, but I’d have to go to the village for that unless some merchant runs into me while I’m out.” You sighed, “I doubt it. I’m never that lucky.”
You started your way off, passing by the small well in your front yard and bypassing the small station of firewood you had yet to cut and move. A pile of logs sat sliced into thirds under a tarp beside your front door. The hardest part of your life was building the muscle and stamina to cut your own firewood, not to mention swinging and actually hitting the wood with your axe instead of magnificently missing it and getting the blade stuck in the stump you used to chop on.
As you walked away from your cabin, the trees becoming thicker as you followed the dirt trail further into the woods, you started looking around. Scanning for any signs of any herb that you may want to snag along the search for the days main goal: goldenrod. You started off the path and began walking between trees and away from small holes from rabbits and moles so you don’t jeopardize your ankles and fall.
You were searching for a while as you were knelt into the grass, scanning leaves and flower petals to identify what was what when you thought you heard something. From somewhere beyond the trees, past the wall of foliage, you though you heard a sort of... whining? Or maybe howl?
A sense of deja-vu washed over you. Had you heard this whining somewhere before? Was it a wolf cub or maybe a bear? No, it sounded too rough to be either of those. A cry echoed after a moment of silence and then the whines from before returned shortly after.
A part of you wanted to forget about it and leave the area immediately. Something about the way it seemed to bend and mold the air around you with it’s unfamiliar cry made your skin crawl. However, the bigger part of your heart that knew that the cries you were hearing were cries for help made you think otherwise.
Rising to your feet, you tucked your basket to your side closer in a pitiful sense of self-comfort as you made your way towards the cries. The trees became less dense and soon you were approaching a small opening. You could hear the sounds of metal clanking together along with the loud cries and whines. Perhaps an animal had gotten snagged in a trap? If that were the case, you wondered if you should free it or not.
Although you felt bad for the animals in the moment, you knew that they were someone else's food source or something important to help somehow; whether it be a pelt for warmth or their claws for weaponry. You had no right to free an animal that wasn’t your prey- so you decided that if it was an animal you’d leave no matter how much your heart ached.
When you could see the clearing ahead, you slowed your footsteps and slowly crept up behind a tree to peer around it. As you did so, your breath caught in your throat as you gasped and slapped a hand over your mouth to keep from choking and making a sound. You spun around, nearly dropping your basket from your arm as you hid behind the tree you had peered around and pressed your back firmly to it’s trunk.
Your breath shuttered, shook, halted and repeated. You couldn’t remember how to breathe properly as you tried to be as quiet as possible. Around that tree trunk and indeed caught in a metal trap was no animal.
It was a dragon.
You racked your brain trying to be reasonable. Perhaps it was just a trick of the mind? A hallucination? Maybe the leaves you boiled earlier that morning were hallucinogenic and you were simply too careless about what you were brewing in your morning daze?
You peered one more time around the tree trunk to verify and your entire body ceased up again at the same dragon from the first time you saw it. You didn’t hide immediately this time. You stayed hidden, tucked away but examined the situation the best you could; even if every orifice of your body was telling you to run.
You weren’t too well versed on the dragon race, but this particular dragon you had read about before in a book once- but only briefly. A wyvern you think it was called.
The creature was large, as tall as the trees- one not quiet fully grown yet you imagined. Or maybe it was because the creature was folded in on itself, crouched to the ground as it tugged on it’s trapped legs- so it appeared smaller en masse.
A large bear trap had sunk it’s sharp metal teeth into the scaled leg of the mighty creature. With nowhere near enough space to try and fly away- trap attached or not- and no room to try and back away, shake it off or even break the chain that held the trap in place, the dragon was ultimately stuck in whining pain.
It’s scales were that of ashen red; the color of a fine blush, but rough to the texture like brick. It’s arms were large and folded inwards, the talons of one digging into the earth to steady itself and the other crawling at the trap futility. It’s long tail was curled around it’s back and the length of it disappeared behind the tree line where you suspected it was barbed at the end. It’s head was long, thin and had three horns- one on the end of its nose and two on either side of it’s head.
Needless to say, it was a wonder to witness. A dangerous wonder, but a wonder no less.
Dragons were a very rare sight around human territory. They hated the human race and for reasons that you couldn’t blame them for. Years ago, you had read about a war- if you could call it that- that took place between human and dragon.
The humans in their invincible high from all sorts of discoveries and conquering of other places had decided to set their sights on the dragons. If they could tame the mighty beasts of the skies and elements and use them as war creatures- the people would reign over all. That’s what they had assumed.
They had no idea just what they had signed themselves up for when they marched into Dragon Country. The doom that took place was instantaneous for the first brave and foolish group of marchers and it only got worse.
A group of nearly 400 men were slaughtered at the hands of just a few dragons who were the first to be approached as mere animals. Burned alive, crushed, eaten, slashed into ribbons- the humans stood no chance in hell.
Then, the dragon’s returned the favor. If the humans wanted war, so be it. The dragon race was smart, far smarter than the average genius human being. With magic on their side along with their mighty strength and numbers, they took to the Humanlands and burned it to the ground.
This pathetic war lasted no longer than a week and nearly one-third of the human population was blown away from the very beasts they had wanted to tame and use.
The two had long since left each other alone, no one wanting to repeat the past. Humans fear dragons due to the stories- that was unavoidable. However, dragons live long and hate even longer. They can hold a grudge longer than that of a devil or demon.
That is what shook you to your core as you gazed at this one single dragon caught in the woods of the Humanslands. Why was it so far from Dragon Country? Had it wandered here because of boredom? Perhaps it was banished by the king of dragons you had known about. Or maybe this dragon was just foolish. You weren’t sure and you less sure if you’d stick around long to find out.
The creature was a terror and the snarls and whines and cries that came from it were something that would surely haunt you in the middle of the night when you hear the wind howl. Regardless of that however, you felt pity for this dragon.
As of the moment, it had hurt no one and you had heard no word of any dragon attacks. It was just stuck, injured and helpless. Before you could muster up the conscience to quietly leave, you stepped forwards just an inch and knocked a small rock from its place on a tree root.
The dragon’s head whipped up, it’s sensitive nose finally catching a whiff of a different scent that wasn’t of Woodland descent now that it wasn’t as preoccupied with the stupid bear trap.
It’s black coal eyes narrowed as it’s mouth opened to show its rows of white fangs that could easily devour you. A violent shiver ran through your entire body as your eyes connected with its own. You were discovered and there was no going back down.
Swallowing the lump in your throat felt like a massive stone was lodged inside. You took a few more shaky steps forward, showing your entire body to the beast. It’s winged arms lifted in defensive as it’s head lowered; it’s chin becoming level with the ground and still growling. You could see plumes of steam coming from its mouth due to it’s hot breath.
It was clear this particular creature wanted nothing to do with you- a human- and you couldn’t blame it. You didn’t want to be here either. This situation could end with you getting killed, but your morality and ability to sympathize with the weak or injured was larger than the risk of your safety.
Lifting your arms to show you had nothing on you, you started to enter the small clearing.
“Easy,” you hushed softly as the dragon snapped it’s jaw just one time in warning. You gulped again, daring to take another stupid and foolish step. “I want to help,” you said. Earning another growl in response didn’t shock you.
It took several minutes, a handful of snaps to stay away, constant growls and steam filled breaths for you to even get within arms reach of the trap. You were sure that if you made one wrong move the creature would bite you in half- but you had to take a chance.
You think the dragon knew this too. You were the closest thing to an escape it would probably find that wasn’t going to go and tell other humans to capture or kill it. It would cooperate until it was free, you were sure of that- but after? You could only imagine.
It’s winged arms were around you, shading you from the sunlight that the tree’s didn’t cover as your fingers brushed the cool metal of the trap. As you eyed it you wondered why someone would make such a large trap in the first place. It seemed far too large and frankly a bit overkill for a just a bear trap.
You look over your shoulder to see the head of the dragon that was the size of your body staring down at you just above your head. You swallowed for the nth time that morning in nervousness.
“I’m going to try and release it,” you say. “It’s going to hurt.”
You carefully pulled the sleeves of your dress up as you curled your fingers around the thick metal teeth. The scales of the dragon were broken and destroyed as the trap dug into it’s reptilian-like skin.
Blood had already begun to stain the metal. The trap’s teeth were warm- warmer than the rest of the trap due to the dragon's blood being so much hotter than an average animal or human. It’s hot, like steamed bathwater, and it steamed the metal to warm your hands almost uncomfortably.
You took a breath before you started to pull your arms away, fingers aching from pulling on the teeth to try and open the trap. You had been thankful in the moment that you did indeed chop your own firewood because it built up some bit of muscle in the grand scheme of things. The trap began to give and slowly creaked open bit by bit. The dragon’s coal black eyes widened a fraction as it started to wriggle it’s leg.
“Stop moving,” you hissed instinctively. If it thrashed too much, you could loose your grip and then it would just clamp down on it’s leg again. With a whining and grunting mixture of sounds, you soon pried it open enough to where you were almost certain the creature could free itself. “Okay,” you huffed in endurance as you held it open, “move!”
The dragon was quick to rip it’s leg out of the trap and send it, and you, off the ground. The rapid motion tore you away from the trap, the metal scratching your fingers as you fell to your ass and then onto your back in the dirt as the trap snapped shut again away from you. It fell to the Woodland floors empty and bloody as you hissed on your back.
You pain and breathlessness were soon replaced by fear and anxiety when you felt the dragon you had just freed hover over you. It’s taloned, long, winged arms were on other side of your body and it’s hind legs- one of them being the proffered injured one that still bled over it’s brick colored scales- were perched like it was ready to pounce.
It’s nostrils were hovering above your chin as it’s eyes bore dangerously into your own.
This was it. You were going to die, you were almost certain of it now.
The dragon huffed as it opened its mouth. Small licks of fire fanned across it’s tongue in the dark cavern of it’s fang lined mouth and steam pushed from it’s nostrils like a chimney that hadn’t been opened to let out the smoke of the fire in it’s hearth.
You were petrified, frozen in fear and weren’t even capable of breathing. All of your senses were focused on the threat of death inches away from you and you knew that no one would know that you died. No one would find it odd that you weren’t in the village like you were every few weeks or so. They wouldn't find it strange that your cabin was abandoned. And you were certain that they would not conduct a search for you- you didn’t matter to them in the long run.
You were going to die and you were going to do so alone and your body would stay alone until the earth reclaimed it in it’s soil.
The dragon only then opened its mouth further, roared into your face and then sprung off you. It plunged into the tree line, knocking down and busting through the trees and tearing up the soil beneath its claws and talons as it escaped. Running from you and leaving you alive.
“What,” you breathed as you soon let out a strong, almost painful, burst of air that had been held and contained in your chest. Your heart beat strong like it would burst straight from your chest into the sky. You weren’t sure how long you lay in the dirt just trying to regain control of your body that had been previously paralyzed.
When you did manage to pick yourself up- albeit pathetically- you grabbed your discarded basket once again and rushed home.
“No more outside,” you declared to yourself in the clearing of trees and the one bloody trap left behind.
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Despite the events of the day behind you, once your heart calmed itself and you were able to finally rationally think again instead of assuming you were at death’s door, your mind would flutter back to the dragon and it’s injury.
As you carried in buckets of water from your well or logs of wood for your fireplace, you worried. You felt silly worrying over such a mighty and strong being, but you couldn't stop that cloud from covering your mind. You wondered how it was doing or if it made its way out of the Woodlands- only briefly thinking about the damaged and torn or uprooted trees in its wake.
You went to bed that night far earlier than usual. The blanket of black had not yet completely enveloped the sky of deep orange and red. However, maybe the early bedtime hadn’t been a bad idea, considering you were awoken in the middle of the night anyway.
It was a small noise in the distance. A sound like the padding of paws of a dog running on wood or horse clops on cobblestone. Small and forgettable, but almost irritating and grinding on the nerves of the listener.
Crawling out of bed almost at zero energy levels from your previous encounters, you shook your head to try and shake the sleepiness away. Trudging to your door, you cracked it open to try and see if it was some foxes scraping in the glory of midnight or maybe some critter getting into trouble. Instead, when your door opened, the sounds of an eerily familiar growl filtered through the air.
All tiredness from before flew away as you shut the door harshly and grabbed your cloak to throw over your nightdress. You rushed to your table to grab your glass covered lantern and lit it before blowing out the match and tossing it. Going back to your door you threw it open again and ran out of it. You didn’t even bother locking it, the key still hanging on it’s key as it flopped against the wall from the air of the forcefully shut door.
You ran through the woods, trying your best not to trip on any rocks or sticks. You let out an occasional wince from your bare feet scraping too hard on the dirt or catching on the rough end of a stone. You were going down hill when you saw in the shadows a series of trees uprooted or knocked in two with claw marks on the trunks.
You tried skidding to a stop when the hill started to level out steadily, but there was a fat chance of that happening. You threw open your arms and snagged a tree trunk to forcefully stop yourself from going further. Your legs flew out in front of you far too dramatically for a spontaneous run in the woodlands at midnight as your lantern nearly flew out of your grasp.
You huffed as you heard the same growls you had heard before echo around you. You could hardly see, but you could tell the outline of the dragon in the darkness. You looked around as your lantern had lost it’s flame.
You dug in the pocket you had sewn into your nightdress and struck another match, lighting it again as the fire dimly lit up your face. You were now fully aware you were seen- even though you knew it already to begin with.
The dragon had previously been nipping and lapping at it’s wound with it’s split tongue before you had interrupted it’s silence.
“I knew it,” you whispered as you saw the same dragon from before. You slowly approached it, somehow feeling a little more confident than earlier even though it still growled at you. “Hey,” you soothe, “you know me. Just let me see,” you said as you walked around it’s curled body to it’s injured leg. Lifting your lantern up to see better, you weren’t shocked to see the scales still wet with troves of blood. Just how much blood did dragons have?
If a human bled this much for this long, you were sure they’d be long dead by now.
You carefully set your lantern aside and worked around your neck to remove your white cloak from your shoulders. “Hold still,” you instructed as you started to rather sloppily wrap the wound. You couldn’t let it just keep bleeding and it wasn’t like you had anything else to try and wrap it in- you’d just have to sew a new cloak or buy a new one in the village.
You didn’t even take the time to be shocked that the dragon once again let you do as you pleased in aiding it’s unfortunate situation. In fact, it was silent. There was no growling or snarling, just the sound of hissing when you brushed against the wound or wrapped your cloak around it too tight.
When you finished, you almost pouted at the sight of your cloak already starting to dot with the dragon’s hot blood seeping through the fabric. A loss, yes, but you felt like it was worth it from the relief you felt in your chest at the dragon’s ease of tension.
“If you stay put,” you started, grabbing your lantern again and looking up at the dark eyes of the dragon you were becoming almost familiar with, “I can come back in the morning with something to help you.” The dragon showed no sign of obeying or denying you and you weren’t going to stick around and press the issue.
At the end of the day, it could still very well tear you apart.
You soon left the dragon’s side, the fire of your lantern lighting your way back home. You’d come back just as you said you would and if the dragon was still there, then you’d try and help further so that it can eventually go back home. Even you knew that it had a home somewhere and you were sure that home was missed to some degree.
When you returned to your cabin, you breathed a small sigh of relief when you saw that in your haste of not locking your door behind you- no nightcrawler had snuck in and wrecked your home or stole anything. You walked inside, shutting and tightly locking up behind you as you set your lantern on your table.
Wincing at your sore feet, you wrapped them in cloth and a paste of herbs you had in a jar to help soothe aches and pain before you tucked yourself back into bed. Hopefully, you could stay asleep until the sun rises this time.
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You were pleased to see that when you opened your eyes again, you could hear the birds and see the sunlight of what looked like late morning. At least you managed to get some decent sleep- although you weren’t all too surprised looking back on the last 24 hours. A lot had happened and to say it was taxing was an understatement.
You were slow moving this morning; another thing you weren’t shocked about.
Trudging around your cabin, you walked around in your nightdress gathering small jars of salves and ointments that could be useful to the dragon in the woods that may or may not still be there with your- no doubt- beyond salvaging cloak.
When you finally got changed, you threw on a dress of a fairly unflattering shade of brown since you may be kneeling on the ground or thrown into the dirt again from the dragon. You wrapped up a new layer of paste for your still sore feet before pulling them into your boots. You grabbed your basket with your half-hazardly thrown together first aid treatments and left your cabin- actually locking the door this time.
It was all a blur on what direction you rushed to last night in your sleepy, adrenaline pumped haze, but you were able to clearly see where your footsteps pressed into the soil. Following your own trail, you carefully descended the hill you flew down the night before and when it all leveled out, you smiled at seeing the dragon sleeping peacefully in the same spot you left it.
“Good,” you breathed happily. You were glad it stayed put- whether it was because you asked or not didn’t matter. You would be able to help more now and nothing filled your chest with more glee than being of use to someone, or rather something in this way. Healing was your passion after all.
You slowly padded up to the sleeping dragon and decided against working on it while it slept. It could spring to life and attack you out of instinct for all you knew. You sat a good distance from its body and in view of it’s line sight for when it woke up you wouldn’t be hidden. You sat on the ground, you're back against the trunk of a tree as you started digging around your basket for the folded and wrapped up herbs you had.
You weren’t sure how long you sat in the tree shaded morning sun plucking, grinding and mixing different herbs together in a cloth draw pouched you had with you. Eventually you started to hear groans from the dragon ahead of you. You figured that if the first thing the creature sees when waking up was you staring at it, then you’d push away any future idea of treating its leg. So, you kept yourself occupied with your herbs until it made a noise of awareness.
A handful of minutes pass when you feel a warm wind push towards you. Instinctively, you look up to see the dragon’s dark eyes looking at you. You smile at the mighty beast, the polar opposite of yesterday’s fear stricken paralysis.
You finished grinding a handful of mint smelling herbs between your palms to sprinkle into an oil you had with you as you swashed it around in it’s cork plugged jar. It was odd, doing your everyday tasks with a dragon for an audience.
When you finished, you stood up after placing the jar back under the cloth of your basket and brushed off your dress’s skirt. You fumbled around to grab the small oval container of salve before you started to approach the dragon.
It didn’t growl and it didn’t snarl. It extended it’s winged arms as it’s head dropped to the ground and it’s leg that was wound with your cloak that was now a deep shade of red was pushed out further for you to inspect. You didn’t want to let it get to your head that maybe, just maybe, this dragon was learning to trust you.
You knew that dragon’s had to have good instincts, so maybe it just realized that you weren’t a threat.
You carefully unwound your awfully tied cloak as you tossed it to the ground in a heap. You were glad to see that the hot blood that had been continuously seeping through brick red scales had finally stopped. You twisted open the container and began to smear the salve over and between the thick scales to the broken skin beneath.
You had expected them to be cooler to the touch like a lizard’s skin, but the scales and skin of the beast was warm like a freshly doused warm towel.
The dragon let you work in peace as it watched you without disruptions or growls. It didn’t even twitch if you touched a particularly pain-sensitive area.
When you finished, you placed the cap back over the salve and looked up at the dragon to address it. “The bleeding looks to be done, but we should cover it with something.” You looked down at your soiled cloak. “We can’t reuse that, it’s already used and we can’t put dried blood back on a wound.” You started to walk away to your basket to place the salve back and maybe take your cloth in your basket to try and at least tuck it into it’s scales or something when something snagged your dress skirt.
Yelping, you spun around and took a moment to process that the dragon had moved it’s winged talon to step on your dress to keep you from moving. Looking up to its face, you saw it looked at you with a calm expression flitting through its eyes and it shook its head.
���What?” You asked more to yourself than the dragon. “You don’t want it to be wrapped?” The dragon only moved it’s head back to look at it’s leg before lifting it’s arm back up and freeing you. You trotted back to the dragon’s leg and squinted at it like he was trying to tell you to.
You gasped at seeing how the wound already looked way better than it had just twenty minutes ago. You saw the damaged scales start to repair themselves as the skin below it’s scaled armor pulled itself back together and became covered again. You looked back to the dragon’s face, relief evident in your expression as you breathed out a sigh of happiness with a hand on your chest like a weight had been lifted off you.
“Oh, thank goodness. I’m glad that the rumors of a dragon’s healing potential are true at least.” You went back to your basket, dropping the container of salve inside as you lifted it back into your arms. “I’m going to be on my way then,” you said. You felt a little bad for leaving so soon, but you had hardly gotten anything down yesterday because of your meeting with the beast, so you were already behind on your own personal tasks.
You still needed to find some goldenrod and if you were honest, plucking some stuff to replace the amount of salve you used on the dragon’s leg wouldn’t be so bad either.
As you left into the thick Woodland, you couldn’t help but feel like you were being watched. You peered over your shoulder several times and from somewhere you could almost tell that the dragon was watching you from beyond the trees. Dragons had eyesight far stronger than human eyes, so when you felt a stare on your back, you didn’t doubt it.
It was obvious that it couldn’t travel through the Woodlands like you could without plowing down trees in its wake and it wasn’t exactly spacious enough to spread its wings and take off in this section of the woods.
When you left a location you could feel the eyes following you and even heard stomping in the distance of the dragon moving so it could keep you in it’s sights. You wondered briefly why it would be following you around if not for it wanting to eat you, but you just shrugged it off.
It was just past midday when you had finally started to depart back to your cabin. As you unloaded your basket inside your cabin and began to put everything away, you went back outside to gather a bucket of water from your well and you nearly jumped out of your skin from the sounds rustling behind your home.
If the glimpse of horns and wings was anything to go by, you knew that the dragon had somehow squeezed around the trees and followed you back to your cabin. Even closer to human territory. You crept around the cabin and met the dragon face to face for yet another time as you just smiled at it. It seemed relaxed and at ease to your surprise.
“Are you going to follow me around now?” You playfully asked as all it did was let out a small huff. “I know you can understand me,” you teased as you looked it up and down. You felt bad mentally referred to it as ‘it’ all this time, but you had no idea how to tell what this wyvern was. “If you’re going to follow me around girl-” your sentence was stopped short at a small growl. You perched your brow up at the dragon as it glared down at you. “Boy?” You corrected as the unpleasant look left his eyes.
You ticked your head a bit, nodding to yourself.
“Okay, that settles that.”
Throughout your day, you had the company of a dragon sitting in your yard watching you work. When you were inside, you kept the front door propped open with a piece of wood at the bottom and the windows were open so the dragon could still see you and you could still talk to him.
You rambled- a lot. It felt silly to be having a one-sided conversation with a dragon, but you couldn’t help it. You didn’t want him to feel left out- as odd as it was to say in terms of the beast- so you talked about a lot of things. Your hobbies, the process of making an ointment or what herbs to crush and mix with something to get the smell of berries. How you cooked and what it was; you even offered him a loaf of bread; he denied it (which you were glad for because that would have been an expensive sacrifice).
“I actually live here alone,” you speak aloud from the inside of your house so he could hear you through the open window his head rested next to on the ground outside. “I’ve lived here all my life practicing medicine and plants. I take care of myself decently well considering I live in the Woodlands.” You paused, mixing some broth with a pot of steamed vegetables and spices you had been boiling. “My village doesn’t exactly like me or my studies all that much, so my life here works out in the long run.”
You wondered if he found your babbling annoying since he was just stuck listening to you ramble on about whatever came to mind to keep him somewhat entertained. Spilling your life story wasn’t a thrilling tale, but it was a silence filler. You figured he didn’t mind as much as you may think since he stuck around.
When the day was ending, he made a sound of disgruntled groaning that wasn’t exactly a growl, but a sound of attention. He was apparently announcing his departure. You waved the dragon off through the open window as he left back into the Woodlands and you assumed that this would be the final time you met him.
You would be wrong.
Because that following day as the sun was high at just past midday, there he was again. Steadily, he was visiting you often and he became a normal part of your life.
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“Hey, Suga,” you called when the dragon came into view from your window as you read in the morning light. You had started calling him by the name weeks ago when you caught him sniffing through your window at whatever you were baking at the time and accidentally sucked a bag of sugar up his nostril. You would have called him Sugar, but he just growled at the soft sounding name, so removing the R was the best deal you could cut him. He didn’t indicate what his name actually was, but you couldn’t just keep calling him ‘dragon’ or ‘wyvern’.
You had some decency.
You shut your book, setting it in the open window as you got up and made your way out. The leg that had been injured weeks ago had healed like it wasn’t hurt in the first place. No scar left behind and no scale left tarnished- it pleased you in all honesty.
Walking to him, he lowered his head to the ground with a small sigh through his nostrils as you brought you hand to run along the scales of his nose and head. It was like having a giant lizard fawn over your touch- or rather that was exactly what it was.
“Good morning, I haven’t seen you in a few days. Did you have a safe trip?” You asked as he just let out a small swooned dragon sound. You had gotten good at deciphering what his sounds and noises meant to a certain degree.
You had noted that every so often he would disappear for days on end and then return- be it a few days to a week or more later. He would travel to Dragon Country and then return to check and visit with you, or so you highly assumed. You knew that was his country and his home, so it was no shock to you that he went back. The shock was that he kept coming back to your cabin in the Woodlands.
You had read dragons were loyal, but this was astonishing. If regular visits with a mighty dragon was your reward for treating and freeing him from a trap, you had no regrets in doing so.
You stopped your ministrations on his head as you turned to go check off whatever chore you had left to do this morning off your to-do list when you felt his nose push into your back. Shoving you playfully forwards, you stumbled on your feet as you turned around with a playful smile and lifted brows.
“Oh you wanna play that way, huh?” You riled as he just huffed steam into your face. Your hair and dress whipped behind you as you just scoffed and jumped at him. The dragon shot to it’s legs and winged talons, skillfully dodging your puny, human lunges.
When you snagged your foot on your dress skirt and was ready to take a tumbling, ungraceful fall to eat dirt, his nose shot under you and caught you before you even made it close to the ground. Hooking your wasit with his horn, he nudged you back up to your feet as you just laughed at him and stroked his nose once again in gleeful thanks.
Suga almost purred- if dragon’s could ever.
As you spent your day with your companion, the sky started to tell you that night was coming and Suga’s departure once again was near. You were out in the yard, sitting on the grass with your basket beside you and all sorts of herbs, a grinding stone and jars and jugs to mix and create with. Suga lay behind you, curled around you like a protective wall, lazing away silently, but not sleeping. Just relaxed.
“Will you be back tomorrow?” You asked as you sprinkled some flower petals into a bottle of clear oil. He whined- a signal for no. “Going back to Dragon Country already, huh?” He huffed in agreeance as you chuckled. He sounded so sulky. “Will you be gone for a while this time?” He made no noise, but his head moved to affirm a yes. Another handful of quiet, dragonless days were in your future it seemed. “Well, be safe on your way. Watch out for traps,” you teased as he moved his body back just a bit for you to teeter backward from where you were leaning against him.
When he left you that night, his nose pressed against your torso as your arms wrapped around it in farewell. He had only started doing that recently- after his last trip back to Dragon Country in fact.
You always felt a little bit colder when he left you like that.
Four days passed and on the morning of the fifth, you had walked out of your house early in the morning with a freshly sown cloak of brick red and an empty basket. You dreaded going into the village for a great many reasons. But you simply couldn’t push it off any further and you needed things that only the merchants and shops in town would have.
It helped that when strangers would come into the woodlands and see your house, they would almost always knock on your door from curiosity and you’d always take any chance to sell something of your creation for a decent amount.
Locking your cabin door, you started your trip. You sighed. Hopefully, you’d be able to get into town and then get out just as quickly.
Suga had returned that day as he approached your cabin. He heard nothing inside and saw no sign of you around. Peering into our windows, you weren’t inside from what he could tell and he pouted at not seeing you. He lay at the side of your cabin, his head lay by your front door as he waited for you to come back.
A few hours passed and his ears picked up on the sound of your footsteps- he had familiarized himself with the sound and weight you put into your steps- as his eyes opened ready to greet you. However, a growl slipped past his fangs as he saw you come from the dirt trail between the trees that lead further out of the Woodlands.
You were shocked to see him back so soon as you wiped some sweat off your brow. Sweat that was mixed with dirt and the smallest dried patch of blood.
You had forgotten that Suga had never seen you go into and back from your village before, so the growl pulled from his throat made you shiver. Your forehead had a small cut about the length of your knuckle and your lip had a split in it. Your dress had grass strains in the knees and up the side of it as specks of dirt spotted your face and neck.
You walked to your door, setting your basket down with a cloth over it, the items you had gotten covered as you walked to Suga and placed your hand on the horn at the end of his scaled nose.
“What is it?” You ask, oblivious that it was your current state of disarray that made him fume with unease. He pulled his horn from your palm as he moved to nuzzle his nose into your torso. You stretched your arm to stroke under his eye as you soothed him. “Suga?” It wasn’t until he refused to move that you realized he was wondering if you were well and then you realized. “Oh,” you breathed, “I’m alright.”
He finally moved away from you and stared at you. You moved to pat his horn once before your fingers went under his scaled chin to lazily rub there. He almost hummed at the actions as you smiled with your split lip.
“This happens every time I go down to the village. Don’t worry too much, Scaly Hide.” As you soothed him, you weren’t completely aware of just how your injures made his dragon blood boil hotter than usual. You had been nothing but kind and vulnerable and truthful to him- a dragon- for no other reason than that’s just who you were as a person. Seeing you all cut up because of others? He found it absolutely preposterous.
As you rubbed beneath his chin, you started talking again. Your voice taking on a small wave of emotion he hadn’t heard from you before.
“I’m almost jealous of you,” you told him. His barbed tail twitched at your words. “I don’t know what the world of dragons is like, so I can’t say whether or not you understand the scorn of others. The prospect of you not having to deal with other humans though is one to be envious of.” Your eyes had a far off look of sadness that riddled his scaled body with pain.
He pulled his head from your hand and moved to nudge it behind you. He pushed your body against the giant wall of scales that is his own body as you started laughing at him. It wasn’t hard to understand an awkward attempt of a dragon wanting to console you. You raised your arms, reaching around what you could as you hugged his neck while his head stayed pushed against your back over your shoulder.
Suga didn’t understand how humans could do this to others of the same race. Dragon’s weren’t just comrades in arms in battle, but they were kin. They were branches of family, dear friends and reliant to each other in a way that didn’t just revolve around war and destruction. Of course, his race wasn’t perfect either with the occasional rouge or traitorous dragon, but those specific turncoats were always taken care of.
He couldn’t understand why humans hurt you, and he didn’t want to understand why. He just wanted it to stop.
When you finally stepped away from him and got back into his line of sight in front of him the look on your face made him feel better. It looked like you were already recovering from all the bad emotions that plagued you earlier. He blew a small huff of steam into your face playfully as you swatted at his horn.
“I’ve been curious,” you started, “I read once that dragons have large quantities of magic and even have a second form they can change into. A human form that is different with each species. Do you have one?” His chin dipped as he let out a noise of confirmation. He did have one, though it had been years, maybe even centuries since he last changed into it. He didn’t even remember what it looked like anymore- he had forgotten about it truthfully.
Your eyes light up in excitement at the discovery.
“You do! That’s so cool!” Your over-excitement almost startled the poor beast. You let out a small sigh of contentment as you turned back to head inside and put your things away and to wash off the grime of your injuries. “I kind of want to see what it looks like,” you mutter, unable to realize that your thoughts slipped out in the form of words that were just loud enough for the dragon to hear.
Suga was quiet as he stood guard outside your home for the rest of the afternoon. The only time you left was when you went down to the small lake nearby and washed up. He was a distance away to keep anything or anyone else from intruding on your privacy. He seemed tense, but also not- even if it didn’t make sense. You tried asking him what was wrong with him, but he just nuzzled his head into your chest without a sound.
When you told him goodnight he left in the same silence he had been sitting in all day. It took a little longer for you to go to sleep because of your worry.
The next morning, you woke up and did what you always did. Same old routine with the label of a different day. Though, when you left your home to go and grab a few pieces of cut up wood for your fireplace, you stopped short. Outside your door, sleeping against the side of your house on the ground was a man.
You hadn’t seen this man before in your life and you were shocked speechless as you looked him over. He was dressed oddly, far different than the men in your village dressed.
His body was lean and covered in small scars around his chest, as shown from the absences of a shirt. A long, black cape hung at his back that he used to lounge on instead of the hard, dirt ground as the collar of it was covered in fur that covered his shoulders and brushed against his chin. His pants were brown and baggy that wrapped around his ankles and displayed his bare feet that were no doubt covered in calluses. Red gauntlets ran from his wrists to his elbows on both arms that were crossed against his bare chest.
You were hesitant to wake him up, but this was your cabin and it was early in the morning. If Suga came by to see another man here, he could get defensive and that was a scenario you really didn’t want to witness.
You knelt at his side, the door to your cabin still open behind you just in case he was hostile and you had to retreat back inside in a rush. You reached out and grabbed his shoulder- his skin was hot. You shook him once- nothing.
“Excuse me?” You squeaked as you shook him again. He groaned as his head nodded off to the side before his chin dipped and you saw his brows moving underneath the fridge of his black hair. You retracted your hand when you felt his shoulders move up and heard him take in a breath of awakening. “Sir, are you alright?”
Lifting his head, his eye were narrow and dazed in sleep as he looked up at you. They were beautiful. They were dark, black and shining like obsidian jewels. They were... familiar? You squinted at him as he opened his mouth.
“Oh,” he lazily breathed out. His voice felt like a breeze of summer wind. “You finally woke up,” he told you as you just started inquisitively at him.
“Isn’t that my line,” you quipped back. “Do I,” you hesitated, “have we met before?” He didn’t answer you as he just sat up straighter and raised his hand to your face. His warm hand ran along your jaw to your lip where he pushed against the scabbed over split in it. You flinched away from his touch as you backed away from him, your eyes locked onto his without any will power to break the contact.
“You said you wanted to see what my human form was like,” he point forwardly told you. You looked him over one more time before returning to his eyes. So that’s why they looked so familiar.
“Suga?” You asked with a pitched voice.
“My name is actually, Yoongi,” he smirked as an unfamiliar heat rose in your cheeks.
-x-x-x-
Yoongi’s visits continued and he often stayed in his human form around you now. He would waltz into your home with you and even started helping you with chores around the cabin. He’s taken to splitting your firewood (although he wouldn’t use your hatchet, he’d just rip the logs in half), and would carry things for you when you were moving to and fro. He’d watch you cook and learn if you offered to teach him something.
You had to admit that having him walking and working around with you as a human instead of a wyvern was a lot more convenient. Plus, this way he was able to have actual conversations with you.
The season’s started to change and the cool breath of autumn began to creep into the air. You would often wonder if Yoongi would stop coming to visit when the temperature drops.
“Yoongi?” You called as he sat in the middle of your floor in front of the burning fire. It was late in the afternoon as you were cooped up inside away from the chilly air. He turned to look over his shoulder at you over his fur lined cape collar.
“Hmm?”
“When winter comes, will you still visit me?” You asked as you took a drink from your warm tea before setting it back down on the table with the book you had been reading before. “I mean, you’re still technically a reptile in basic regards, so you must not like the cold that much.”
“It’s true that I don't like the cold,” he said, “I hate it. It makes my scales rough and then that makes it tough to move around.” You let out a small, nearly silent sigh. “However, if you get lonely, I’ll still come see you.” You looked back at him as he was staring at you completely serious.
The conversation died after that, you not having the heart to ask him to keep visiting. You couldn’t ask that of him if he disliked the cold that much. Surely, you’d be okay without him by your side for a few months, right? Besides, you still had until the first snow to spend with him, autumn had just started after all.
Another week passed and you had once more traveled into the village for some items you needed that you had run out of. It was no shock seeing a trip to the village so soon after the last considering you had been feeding and caring for Yoongi when he came to your cabin. Supplies run a lot faster on two figures instead of just one.
Yoongi had been gone the last couple days, so you assumed he’d be popping by anytime now so you went as soon as you could. To your misfortune, when you returned once again roughed up, Yoongi was sitting in front of your cabin door waiting for you. You had half a mind to sneak in through your bedroom window and avoid him for a bit before you let him in to avoid him seeing your freshly beat body.
Though, you spent just enough time in mental turmoil that he had seen you already.
He jumped to his feet, his face an expression of shock as he ran to meet you half way as you walked to your cabin. You greeted him with a smile just as you always did.
“Good-”
“Hush,” he shushed you as he quickly took the basket from your arms and set it on the ground at your feet. He took your chin between his fingers and started tilting and moving your head around in different angles looking you over. Your cheeks flushed as he stared intently at you. You knew it was just an inspection of your wounds, but it still made your heart pound in your chest. “They hit you again,” he growled.
“Yoongi, it’s alright.”
“No,” he seethed, “it is not.” You swore you started to see small wisps of smoke seep from his nose as he breathed steam. He must be really angry, you though. “They cannot just keep treating you like this just because you’re you.” The hand that held your chin moved to rest on your cheek before gliding up to your forehead- pushing your hair back as his hand moved to rest on the back of your head. “Human’s really are cruel,” he whispered.
You couldn't argue with that.
“I’m already used to their treatment,” you attempt to sooth. The physical pain may still occur with each lashing, but you had long since grown emotionally distant from them. They couldn’t break you any further.
“You shouldn’t be. You should be treated with respect and kindness.”
“Like how you treat me,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood. Yoongi paused, his hand coming down to rest on the crook of your neck, his long nails running over your pulse point as his eye softened.
“No,” he whispered. “I’m the only one who can treat you this way.”
“What?” You were confused. He treated you exceedingly well and he wanted other people to treat you better too, but not like him? “That doesn’t make much sense, Yoongi.”
“It does to me.”
“Well, then the argument is officially over, huh?” You chuckled as he brought his hand off you and reached for your basket. He let a smirk grace his lips as he turned and led you back to your cabin so he could help you clean your injuries.
As he helped treat and dress your wounds and even helped you make the daily meals, he would nit pick about you going into town. He offered to start going with you, or at least waiting on the edge of the village so he wouldn’t make a fuss in human society with his less than human approach to things, but you denied him.
He wanted to argue with you, to let him do as he wanted, but you just told him that you usually only went on days he wasn’t with you. It was never planned, but things just always seemed to fall in that manner.
In the end, he yielded on the subject; however, before he left that night, he presented you with something. A flower-sized, brick red scale. He placed it in your palm before he left you.
“If something ever happens, you use that scale and call for me. I’ll come flying over as quickly as I can.” You laughed at his over protectiveness. Dragon Country was miles off from here, so it would take him more than a handful of minutes to get to your cabin depending on where in the world of his kind he was at in the given situation. You accepted the scale nonetheless, grateful for his tender gesture.
Everything seemed fine again for time, until Yoongi came to your cabin and saw you prepping to go into the village yet again one morning. He scowled as he watched you pull your red cloak over your shoulders and grab your basket as you pulled on your boots. He hid behind the wall of your home as you locked the door and were on your way.
Yoongi didn’t want you to know he was there following you. He stayed behind you as you walked the Woodlands trail back to society and the entire way he pouted that you had once again not told him you were going.
He stood on the outskirts of the village that brought you harm, sitting high up in a treetop to avoid being seen. He knew going into the village after you would get him caught and he knew that if someone even looked at you strangely, he’d probably snap.
He sat there for a while, just waiting and watching until you finally showed up again, ready to head back home. His back straightened as he almost smiled seeing you unharmed. He was going to jump down and greet you, fess up that he had followed you and let you scold him as he walked you back home, but before he could even begin moving, he stiffened.
Knelt on the tree branch he hid behind the brown, red and yellow leaves that hadn’t fallen to the ground and the black of his cape as a group of boys not much older than yourself ran up behind you. You were just at the tree line of the Woodlands when they had taken your basket from you and shoved you from behind, making you fall to your knees with a cry.
He was technically in Woodland territory, he had no problem showing himself outside of your village.
As you rolled onto your back, ready to shove your way to your basket and scurry away just as you had a million times before, something fell from the treetops behind you. Twisting your body, you only saw a blur shoot past you before one of the three boys was on his ass in the dirt groaning.
Turning back to your front, your mouth dropped open.
“Yoongi?!” One boy had helped the other off the ground as the last was squaring up to start a scrap with this random guy who had popped out of the Woodlands. You wanted to shoot up and tell them to stop it and leave Yoongi alone, but they froze before you could even warn them.
The three of them swallowed as they started taking small steps backward in retreat.
Yoongi had tensed his whole body, fingers curled with his claws out. His face had scales trailing from his cheekbones to his chin as his eyes seeped with complete blackness. It was like his hair was standing on end as he snarled and raised his lips to bare his fangs at the offenders. He was daring them to try him.
Anyone with two eyes, even one eye, could clearly see this man was a dragon and nothing short of a fierce one who didn’t know how to stand down. Not willing to pick a fight with a being of that caliber and not being properly prepared to boot, the trio turned tail and ran back into the village.
It was deathly silent as they retreated and Yoongi’s body seemed to relax as you started at his back. His still shoulders went slack as his squared and ready to pounce stance calmed and straightened back out. His hair settled and the small growls you had heard before disappeared.
“Uh, Yoongi?” You call softly, not knowing if he was going to whip around and start yelling at you or not.
He did not.
He calmly walked to the basket they had taken from you, picking it up and walked back to your side. He set it down before he grabbed your arms gently and started to pull you off the ground. Once you stood on your feet, he straightened out your cloak as you brushed off your dress skirt.
“What are you doing out here?” You asked him, but he didn’t answer you. He just placed his hand on the small of your back, turning you around before he gently pushed you forward to start you off back into the Woodlands and back to your cabin.
No matter how you tried to talk to him, he never answered the entire trip. He was completely silent and he didn’t give you any facial ques on what his problem was either. He stayed quiet, a still canvas all the way into your cabin where he sat your basket on your table then sat himself in front of your fireplace that wasn’t even lit yet. It was like the might dragon was pouting.
“Yoongi, please just come over here,” you plead. You walk behind him as you see his shoulders slump in a silent sigh before he’s standing in front of you again. He turns and looks down at you and instead of an angry look in his eyes like you were expecting, you see them shine with unshed tears. “Yoongi-”
He pushes the words from your throat out of you as he wraps his arms around your shoulders and pushes you face into his warm, bare chest. He lets out a small, shaky breath as his hold tightens around you. The hand on the back of your head holding you to him felt desperate and sad. You reach around him and snag you hands on the inside of his fur lined cape behind his back.
“I was worried about you,” he all but whimpers. “I know I shouldn’t have followed you, but you didn’t tell me that you were going to that village again and I just couldn’t stop myself. I was so relieved to see you unharmed as you were leaving, but then those scumbags,” he cut himself off with a harsh breath. “Does that really always happen to you?”
You nod and give a weak ‘yes’ in reply.
“No more,” he tells you. “I won’t let it happen anymore. I’ll keep you safe and I’ll protect you from them. Even when winter comes, I won’t stop visiting you. I’ll keep coming back, I promise.” You wanted to deny him, tell him not to worry about it since he can’t stand the cold. But, you felt selfish and you wanted him to keep coming back. You wanted him to dote on you and to keep you safe like he says.
“I’ll be relying on you then,” was all you told him. When the moment is past, you pull away from his warm chest to look up at him with a playful grin. “You’re pretty pushy when it comes to my safety, it’s almost cute.”
He shoves you at your jest as he tells you to sit down and go unpack your things. He plops himself back in front of the fireplace, huffing a ball of fire to get it going in a hurry. You weren’t sure if it was the light from the fire or not that painted his cheeks pink.
-x-x-x-
You went without village harm for a month now. Just as he said, Yoongi was at your side at least every other day instead of a few days away at a time. He’d always ask if you were alright or anyone had given you any trouble. He knew when you were lying, he had gotten good at telling apart your quirks, so when you told him you were alright he was always relieved.
The weather kept getting colder and you kept getting more concerned about Yoongi’s choice to go against the cold to come see you as often as possible. You always thought about how to tell him to not come after the first winter snow to help his overall health; you just had to figure out a way to phrase it so that he’d actually listen.
It was one of those nights where you hadn’t gotten to sleep very early with your thoughts, and you had just drifted to sleep. You were somewhere between unconscious, yet aware as you briefly heard something in the distance. You weren’t awake enough to care and you weren’t aware enough to think it was something other than the nighttime animals.
A handful of minutes pass when you’re suddenly ripped from your sleep just as you were equally ripped from your bed. A grip on the back of your nightdress yanked you from your side sleeping position and pulled the fabric against your neck as you choked out a surprised gasp.
You kicked your legs in panic, your blanket hitting the floor of your room as you were pulled off your mattress and onto the floor. Hands grasped your biceps and began to drag you backward. You finally found your voice in the form of small screams and protests. You stumbled from the balls of your feet to your heels as you were pulled backward through your cabin before you were through the front door and on the ground.
Laying in the dirt and covered in goosebumps from the cold night air, you rolled to your back and propped yourself up with your elbows to see who just evicted you from your home. You shouldn’t have been shocked to see a band of men from the village, yet you were. You instantly started trying to scoot backward on your elbows and heels.
They were covered in furs and boots with torches in hand to light their way through the darkness. You looked at them in fear and confusion. What were they doing this far from the village and why were they here at all?
“What are you doing?!” You scream, your heels kicked into the dirt as your nails dig into the earth trying to back you away from one oncoming man, a blond one. You squirmed as one of his feet kicked at your wrist and pushed your back to the ground as he grabbed you by the collar of your nightdress. You whined, grabbing his wrist as you grimaced with squeezed shut eyes.
“You witch,” he accused as you peeked open your eyes. “We’ve let you live close to us, but you’ve gone and made a pact with a demon- a dragon!” Your eyes widened. Is this because Yoongi just popped out of nowhere a month ago when he followed you?
“You’re wrong!” You denied. You had no pact with him. He was just- you paused mentally. Was Yoongi a friend to you? You had been unconsciously thinking that for several weeks, but saying that out loud and admitting it to yourself as well as someone else- friendship didn’t feel like it did it justice. Was the connection you had with the dragon you saved from that trap- the same dragon who snarled in your face and decided not to kill you all those weeks ago- really just a friend? You swallowed.
Your breath lurched in your throat when the grip of your collar was released in turn for the hand to now encase around your throat fully. You gagged for a moment as the blond’s nails burned against your skin.
“Ransack the place!” The man who held your throat shouted over his shoulder. The two other men with him ran into your cabin and your squeezed shut eyes opened. You shoved the man’s hand off you, your neck burning as you pushed against his chest. He fell on the dirt as he groaned.
“Don’t! Leave my cabin alone!” You cried as you scurried to your feet. You didn’t get far before your ankle was grabbed and your leg yanked back. You tumbled ungracefully onto your chest, your nightdress riding up your legs and bum as you felt a weight on your back. The blond was sitting on you as you kicked. He held one of your arms behind your back and his other hand pushed your cheek into the dirt, holding your head down. “Stop it!” You cried into the earth as you heard sounds of destruction in your home.
Glass being thrown to the ground and broken, your shelves being pulled from the wall. You heard doors of cabinets opening and slamming shut after everything was pulled from them. The distant sounds of mess told you they were evening throwing things around in your room. You weren’t sure what they were looking for- evidence? But for what? Your connection with Yoongi to use against you?
“Hey!” One called from inside. “I found something!” Footsteps came back outside and stopped above your head. You were yanked up to sit on your knees- nightdress dirty and covered in small tears and frays of fabric- as the blond behind you snagged a hand in your hair pulling your head to look up. You winced as your eyes instinctively shut in pain before your chin was grabbed in a new hand.
A man stood in front of you, brown hair and accusatory eyes. In front of you, he dangled the scale of Yoongi’s he had given you that you had placed inside of a glass locket to keep it safe. You jolted in the blond’s grip, ripping your chin from the brunettes touch.
“Don’t touch that!” You screamed. The blond restrained you tighter. “Stop! That hurts!” You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes.
You weren’t sure how long those men kept you outside your home as they continued to trash it. You were less sure how long you were out in the cold, pinned to the ground and jerked around like a toddlers ragdoll.
Stomps to your legs to keep you from crawling or getting up and away. Jabs to the stomach to subdue you just long enough to restraining you as you tried to get your breath back. Knocks to the head to try and knock you out as you kept on fighting back. The cold was starting to get to you, your fingers and toes going numb. Scraps on your knees and elbows from the cold, autumn chilled dirt.
You were on your back on the ground, the same blond over your, pushing your face down as your arms were trapped under his knees that pinned you on either side.
You were close to giving up. You were going to lose your home- you expected them to set it on fire- and you were going to no doubt end up losing your life if this kept up. Would they take you back to the village and execute you? Tears trailed down the side of your face as you chewed on your lip.
This wasn’t fair.
“Yoongi,” you whimpered as your palms pushed into the earth, the dirt and rocks pushing into your skin just painful enough to keep you conscious.
It seemed instantaneous to you. It felt like a whirlwind just formed at the center of your small world as the gusts of wind blew around you. The man above you was blown off as he rolled in the dirt away from your tired, weak, and beaten body. Whimpers of terror rang in your ears from the other men as growling accompanied those whimpers.
Stomping and rushes of heat surrounded you with ignited sparks in the night sky. You managed to push yourself over to weakly roll onto your side and twist onto your stomach to look up at exactly what was happening. You didn’t see anything in front of you other than your cabin and the three men all on the ground cowering from the sight of something.
Your dazed eyes narrowed before you heard another growl and the feeling of something massive standing over you. Coming to a stomping halt at either side of you with distance to spare and to not make you feel suffocated, your eyes widened. You felt more awake now than the rest of the evening.
Twisting to look up, you were met with the mighty, giant form of the wyvern you had freed from the metal trap of men. Snarling with bared fangs and small puffs of fire on his tongue, Yoongi stood over you protectively.
Tears ran down your shocked face without your control at seeing him really showing up at your side when you truly, desperately needed him with you. You felt weak, but before your body could slump onto the ground, something grabbed you.
Another new body had looped their arms under yours to keep your chest off the ground and held you to them. You didn't recognize this person as you looked up at them. Another man, but this seemed far more mystic.
Snow white eyes with no iris or pupils to sit in their seas of white. Illuminated scales of white shone on their cheeks and their ears were pointed and finned. Hair as silver as the moon and skin as tanned as cooper. Was this another dragon? You couldn’t tell anymore; all you knew was that you felt safe in this person’s arms with Yoongi above you.
You slumped against them, your consciousness finally starting to fade on you with the adrenaline running low now that you felt a sense of safety. You couldn’t lose it yet, however; you had to calm Yoongi down. The men had stopped their attack in fear, so Yoongi didn’t need to instigate further.
“Yoongi,” you called weakly against the second dragon’s chest. “Don’t,” you pleaded. There was a small hush before the wind picked up and the stomping that was present before was replaced with harsh footsteps. Yoongi had reverted back to human form as he ran at the blond man who had previously held you down.
Yoongi’s long claws tore and pierced through the shirt fabric of the blond’s collar as he brought him up to his nose, snarling down at him. His fists shook in rage as his body trembled with restraint in your presence. Had you not been there, he was certain he would have killed all three of them without hesitation.
He picked the blond off the ground just enough to make his toes leave the grass as he threw him at the other two. He huffed, steam blowing out of his nose as his face remained angry.
“You ever come back here and I, as Y/n’s personal dragon, will tear you apart,” he threatened. “Now, leave!” He roared as the three men scrambled embarrassingly to their feet and down the trail back to whatever hole they crawled out of.
Yoongi huffed, breathless as he quickly heard your whimpers behind him. He spun around, rushing back to your side as he knelt on the ground beside you and took you from the other dragon’s grasp. He ran the back of his fingers along your cheek as you saw him. His calm, worried face brought you a sense of peace as you knew the trouble had left.
“Rest,” he whispered as you finally lost yourself to the unconsciousness that had been choking you around the throat.
-x-x-x-
You groaned slightly as your eyes cracked open. You were on your back as your lidded eyes were blurred staring up at the ceiling of your room. You were in a haze as you looked into nowhere. Thoughts were muddled in your head as you were aware of nothing for a handful of minutes, still high from sleep and drowsiness.
The sun shone through your open window as you heard the birds outside sing. It was bright- far brighter than you were used to waking up to.
It all came back to you all at once like a punch to the jaw. Memories of being dragged out of your bed, your home, to outside and pummeled until you were weak in the dirt as your home was broken into and wrecked.
Your arms shot up from under your blanket as they threw the covers off and you sat up straight as a rob. You sucked in a deep breath that hitched in your throat from the sudden movement that clouded you with a wave of dizziness.
Your palm moved to push into your forehead as your eyes squeezed shut and you hissed. Cracking them open, you felt something burn into your side like someone staring at you. Looking beside your bed, you weren’t wrong.
Sat on a stool beside your bedroom door was that same unfamiliar dragon with snow white eyes from the night before. You stared back at the unmoving dragon. Was he… sleeping? His eyes were open, but his arms that were crossed didn’t even twitch and his body was still as a corpse. He sat straight up and showed no signs of movement.
Did some dragon’s sleep with their eyes open? Yoongi didn’t, but maybe other breeds did.
“It is a relief to see you’ve awakened,” he suddenly spoke. You squeaked in shock, not expecting him to do- much less say- anything. “It has been a handful of hours since you lost consciousness.”
You looked away from him as you looked down at your lap. You scrunch your blanket in your palms, the same palms that you were finally starting to feel the stinging sensation of when you were thrown to the dirt. The small cuts and scrapes on your knees and legs and arms all started to tingle with an indescribably unpleasant feeling.
“So, that wasn’t just a nightmare after all,” you sulked to yourself.
“It seems that Sire holds a great deal of worry about your condition.”
Your brows drew close together in confusion.
“Excuse me?” You asked, confusion painting around your eyes. This dragon with no expression and no irises with the pure white eyes just stared at you. “Sire? Who are you talking about? No,” you cut yourself off, shaking your head. “Who are you?” You re-ask, wanting to know this stranger dragon first. He was just sitting in your room watching over you, you figured an introduction wasn’t out of the question.
The dragon brought a webbed hand up to their chest, lowering their head to you in a small bow. You recoiled at such an action. No one had bowed to you before in your life- that was reserved for royals and people of importance. Not someone like you, a Woodlands hermit. The action made a blush fan across your cheeks in embarrassment.
“I am Navia. I work under Sire as the leader of the Dragon Guard of His Majesties palace. I apologize for not introducing myself earlier. It is a pleasure, My Lady.” His voice was smooth like the surface of a peaceful lake surrounded by nature. His usage of honorifics only made the embarrassing red cheeks of yours darken.
“Y-you don’t need to address me like that!” You sputtered as you twisted on your bed to slide your legs out of your covers and hang them over the bedside. “Just Y/n, is fine. I don’t need any titles,” your voice wavered in embarrassment as the white eyes of Navia returned to you.
“I do not know if I will be able to address you so casually. It may displease him.”
“You keep mentioning someone; Sire? Who is that exactly?” Navia never got a chance to answer when their was three knocks on your bedroom door before it was opened. The redness in your cheeks was broken and a smile pulled on your lips on seeing Yoongi in your doorway. “Yoongi!” You happily called as he quickly made his way to your bed, kneeling in front of you taking your hands into his own.
“How long have you been awake? Are you in pain?”
“I haven’t been up long, I was just talking to Navia and introducing ourselves. I don’t feel particularly good, but I don’t feel particularly bad either. Though, I feel better than I did if that’s anything to be accounted for.”
Yoongi’s eyes softened at your smile. You talked so easily and so soon after you were attacked so brutally. He wondered where you found the strength to do so. If he was in your position he’d be a pot of boiling rage, but he didn’t sense anything like that from you. Yet, instead he could see the sorrow behind your eyes.
“Navia,” he spoke as the dragon behind him stood at the call of his name. “Give us a moment,” Yoongi’s voice was stern with instruction.
“As you wish, Sire.” You looked at Navia as he left. You looked back down to Yoongi who was already looking at you as if you were the only thing he wanted to look at for the remainder of his life.
“Sire? So, he’s been talking about you?” You quirked your brow as Yoongi’s hand left yours and moved to cup around your cheek. “Yoongi?”
“There is a lot I haven’t told you and there are a lot of things we need to talk about. I didn't mean to lie- to keep it from you, but I just never had the chance to bring it up. Things about me I’ve kept from you.” You remained silent as he spoke no more. You both sat in silence for a while as you gathered your bearing.
Yoongi had taken to tending to you. You showed him once how to properly wrap bandages around wounds, and so he did. He wrapped any wound that seemed painful (which was many to his eyes) before he was helping you off your bed.
“Yoongi, I’m not so hurt I can’t walk myself,” you chuckled as he wrapped his arm around your back to support you. One of your arms clutched at the cape behind him as the other supported your balance on his chest. He held you to his side as he was careful not to rush his steps and trip you up.
“Still, you’re in no condition to be completely independent right now. Allow me to help you.” You almost scoffed at his aid as if you weren’t able to handle yourself, but you did appreciate it- especially when he didn’t need to offer such kindness.
As he helped you out of your room, you were shocked to see not a trashed cabin like you expected, but it was almost completely clean aside from the broken cabinet doors that sat against the wall in a pile. Whatever would have been broken was picked up and things were on the counter and on the table out of the way and where they belonged. A fire was even lit in the hearth of the fireplace.
You looked up to Yoongi. Did he clean it up? He helped you to the table where he sat you down on the chair by the window where you would normally drink something warm. You felt a little bad you hadn’t set out a plate of feed for the birds and critters today- but allowed yourself a pass considering your situation.
Navia was sitting by the fireplace as he watched the two of you. Yoongi moved to sit on the table’s edge- as unmanneristic as it was, it somehow suited him. He was in front of you against the wooden table, his fingers brushing along your cheek that had a patch over it to cover your cuts.
“Where would you like me to start, Scale?” He asked you. Your face deepened when he addressed you like that. Was that his form of a nickname? You shook the thought away as you opened your mouth.
“My cabin, I guess?” You realize you didn’t give him much of a specific answer. “I mean, I was expecting it to be a nightmare, but it’s so clean?”
“That is because I cleaned it up,” he softly told you with a small smile. So, you were right. “The times I have been here, I was familiar with the placements of most of your belongings. Others I admit I guessed, but I couldn’t leave it like it was. You have enough to worry about.”
“Well, thank you for that,” you graciously tell him.
“It was nothing.” You spent a good portion of that day talking to Yoongi where you were. If you wanted to get up and move to take a break from the flood of answers to any question you had, he would help. Navia would walk around and do small chores for you if you were kind enough to ask- or have Yoongi tell him to. The tanned dragon was awfully obedient, yet kind to a fault it seemed.
The shortened days of winter were showing as the sky started to progressively darken. You watched it from the window of the cabin you had been in all day. It had been a long time since you spent all your time inside without much of anything to do. It was relaxing even if under unpleasant circumstances.
Yoongi had handed you a mug of something warm for your throat as you thanked him and took small, cautious sips due to its heat. Yoongi watched you as you watched outside, the occasional chuckles slipping past your lips when you saw birds or squirrels chase each other around.
“Y/n,” Yoongi called as Navia had taken his place back by the fireplace. He was, unsurprisingly, not fond of the cold so he had stuck to the fireplace like glue as often as he could. “Do you want to leave this cabin?”
His question caught you off guard. You lowered your mug to the table top as you looked at him.
“What?”
Yoongi’s mouth was pressed into a thin line as his eyes were narrowed in a veil of anxiousness. In truth he didn’t want you to live here anymore. What happened the night before could very well happen again and what if he didn’t get to you in time next time? What if next time they drag you off or even kill you? He couldn’t handle that. He didn’t even want to think about it.
“If I left,” you chuckled bitterly as you looked back outside, “where would I go? I can’t just live in a cave or in trees.”
“You could come back with me.” There was silence in the cabin’s front room. The sound of the fire crackling and the small sounds from outside your walls. “Come back with me to Dragon Country and live there.”
“That’s impossible,” you told him. “I am no dragon. How could I live there?” You half expected Navia from behind to slip into the conversation and throw in his opinion on the matter. You, a human leaving the Woodlands and running off to live in Dragon Country? There was no way, it was preposterous. “Why take me back anyways?”
“Dragon’s are only able to choose one being to become absolutely loyal to without fault in their lives. We live for years, decades, centuries. The oldest of dragon’s can live for hundreds of human lifetimes, so we are especially picky when it comes to our choice.”
“What does that have to do with me?” You asked.
“I said so before, I am your dragon.” That’s right. You did remember him saying that in his rage the night before. Something about being your personal dragon and threatening the men not to try another attack stunt again.
“So, then-”
“I chose you,” he admitted. You felt your air leave you in silent waves. “Out of all things I’ve met of my years alive, you were the first to treat me kindly without expecting anything in return. You were my first in many things that warmed my being. That is why I want you to come back with me.”
You opened your mouth then shut it again before you shook your head, trying to process his words. You took a shaky breath and looked back to him again.
“Say I agreed, isn’t it too dangerous? I mean, you might be with me, sure, but I’m still just a human woman. What could I possibly do so you wouldn’t have to protect me all the time? Wouldn’t I just be a constant risk?”
“That would not be the case,” he told you sternly. “I would see to it that every dragon be made aware of who you are. Once they know, they wouldn’t dare lay a talon on you unless they’re turncoats.” Yoongi sounded so serious, you almost believed him. “They would treat you better than these humans ever have,” he promised.
“How are you so sure?” You narrowed your eyes at him, challenging his word. He sure sounded high and mighty for proposing something that sounded so risky.
“Because I’m your dragon,” he repeated. You almost groaned and rolled your eyes. You felt like you were running in circles with him.
“What does that have to do with anything?” So what? You get to boss around and rely on a dragon. As legitimately remarkable as that is, you didn’t seem to connect that to your safety in his country.
“Because my Master in question- you- would be commanding the dragon in charge of Dragon Country.” There was a beat of silence.
What.
“So, you’re claiming to be what? The King of Dragon Country? Am I just supposed to believe that?”
“Yes, you are.” He told you with a straight face. There was no sign of lying or hesitation. He seemed so sure and serious of himself that you were questioning yourself of his truth.
“But that’s-”
“If I may,” Navia spoke, cutting you off from behind you as Yoongi shot him a glare for interrupting you. You turned to look at the white-eyed dragon as his tanned skin shone with the fire’s casted light. “It’s wise to know that the King detests liars and lies in general.”
Your eyes widened as you whipped your head back to Yoongi who was still shooting the other dragon a look before he returned his sights back to you.
“Oh my Gods, you’re serious.”
The night concluded a long, well-rounded talk about just who Yoongi really was. Finding out he was a king was one thing, but it was harder to understand that you were now in charge and in command of that king. You felt simultaneously all powerful and powerless.
In the end, you did agree to go back with him; however, under one condition.
-x-x-x-
You sat at your desk in your room, scribbling line after line of ink on a piece of parchment. It had been a week since your ‘unfortunate situation’ as you called it and you were healing well. You fixed your cabin the best you could and moving around like normal again was easier by the day. You could already almost chop firewood again- not that you actually were. You had no reason to stock up anymore.
On your bed was a bag. One that was large and had the flap open to show the contents inside. A few folded dresses and one of your leather corsets that wasn’t completely ruined. Jars and bottles of salves, potions, crushed herbs, flowers, and sacks of roots and leaves. Even your favorite cup and a knowledgeable book about medicine. All neatly packed.
You stretched as you leaned back in your chair and looked out the window to your room. You smiled as a bittersweet feeling fluttered in your stomach.
You looked down at the letter you had just finished as you folded it up and placed it inside of an envelope before writing the name of to whom it would be addressed on the front.
Your windows rattled with a gust of wind outside. You smiled as you got up from your desk and grabbed your bag. You tossed the flap of ti over the bag, the large button in the flap of it looping through a latch to close it securely. You threw the long strap over your shoulder as you grabbed the letter from your desk and opened your bedroom door.
You stopped, turning to look at the room once more. It was clean, bed made and everything neat and tidy. You smiled sadly at your space before you said goodbye to it. You felt silly saying farewell to a room.
When you walked into the main room, Yoongi had already let himself in. He smiled at you when he saw you. Just as you had asked him a week ago, he had left you alone for the last 7 days. That was your condition, even if he grumbled about it. You wanted one last week on your own in your lifelong home- that was all.
He walked to you and grabbed your arm gently before bending to softly push his lips against his cheek. You jolted as you covered your skin with your hand.
“What was that for?” You asked, flushed.
“Simply, because.”
“That is not an answer,” you scowled. “Did Navia come with you?” You asked peering around his back to look.
“Of course he didn’t. I don’t need an escort.”
“Of course you don’t,” you giggle. You walked around your cabin, running your fingers over the surface of your counters, your fireplace’s bricks, your dining table and around the window frames. You took everything into your memory even though this was the only home you ever had. Maybe that was why you felt like crying.
“Are you unwell?” Yoongi asked, coming up behind you and placing his hands on your shoulders. He could see how hard this was for you even without you looking at him directly. He knew this was his selfish wish, but if you really wanted to stay he wouldn’t drag you away.
“I feel like I'm homesick, but I haven’t even left yet,” you chuckle as your eyes stung. One of Yoongi’s hands moved to rest on your head as he pushed his cheek against the top of his hand to lean against your head.
“It will be alright,” he soothed.
“I know,” you chocked.
You spent a little while longer in your lifelong home before you felt like you were finally as ready as you’d ever be to leave. You feared if you stayed too much longer you’d root into your floorboard and then you’d never move again. As you walked out of the house, you took the key that hung on the inside of the door frame and took it out with you. You didn’t lock the cabin door, instead you placed the key on the outside doorknob.
This cabin would be welcoming to anyone who needed it, that was what the key hanging outside the space signified.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” Yoongi asked for the umpteenth time, earning him an eye roll from you.
“Yes, now take me away or else I’ll start ugly crying.” He chuckled before he was walking with you out of the Woodlands and when you reached the edge of the lands, he transformed into his wyvern form. You climbed onto his neck just behind his head so you could clutch onto his horns (or his ears, whichever worked best with your grip) before he was flying off with you completely.
Leaving that cabin, the humans and one single letter on the dining table addressed to ‘Villagers’ behind for good.
-x-x-x-
“Father! Look, is this what you were talking about?” A small child cheered as he ran through the Woodlands and came across a small cabin that was covered in overgrowth. The wood had been overrun with vines and moss. Small tree saplings sprung from the wood above on the roof and weeds overtook the ground that was once all dirt. The trunk that had once been used to chop wood years and years ago had a sapling of a new tree ready to grow in the next hundred years.
Nests of birds, holes and burrows of moles and squirrels littered the area.
The child ran around the perimeter of the cabin, eyeing it up and down as small plumes of red smoke puffed through their nostrils in excitement.
“I’ve never seen a human house before!”
“Juilius, come back to me before you trip or get caught in a vine.”
The child trotted back to his father who had come to the Woodlands simply to show his son what the home of a human looked like. Although, times have changed and this is certainly not how humans lived anymore. This cabin was long forgotten to time and nature had long since reclaimed it.
The visit was short and sweet to a degree as the child was soon ushered to be ready to leave. “Your mother wants you home at a reasonable time. We can’t keep her waiting.”
“I’m coming,” the child cheered as he started leaving the Woodlands with his father’s hand in his own. “Will I get to fly part of the way back this time? I swear I can!”
“Alright, you can until we hit the first mountain peak; but don’t tell your mother.”
“I won’t!” He promised.
Landing peacefully in Dragon Country and arriving safely at the palace, the child giggled happily to himself on how well he was able to fly on his own and how his wings were getting stronger day by day.
“Yes, but you still can’t retract your scales yet, now can you?” His father teased. Juilius pouted as his brick red scales refused to fade in his human form.
“Well,” a voice called to them in a happy tone. “You look just like your father when you pout like that with your scales out.”
“Mother!” Juilius cheered as he ran to his mother’s arm, clinging to her as he was picked up and nuzzled into her neck. “Father took me to the Woodlands today. He said that there was a cabin in the woods where you used to live, so he let me see it!”
You blinked down at your blush-cheeked scaled child. “Oh did he? I hope he didn’t let you fly at that dangerous height.”
“Nope!” The child grinned as innocent as can be- keeping his promise to his father in the small little white lie.
“You always assume the worst of me. Don’t you, Scale?” Yoongi teased as he came to your side with your child on your chest as his legs kicked playfully on either side of your hips. He was young, only a decade old. He was still a hatchling when it came right down to dragon ages.
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Mother, can you tell me about the humans?”
“You’re always so curious about them. Why do you want to know, Hatchling?”
“Well, you used to be one right? Father said you only got your scales and horns when you came here.”
“Well, then that is going to be a long story. It’s only right if your father helps tell part of it too. It is his fault I became a dragon in the first place,” you looked at Yoongi as he cleared his throat. “Isn’t that right, Your Majesty.”
“I really don’t know what you could be referring to,” he sheepishly retorted, looking away. As Juilius tried annoying the answer out of his father, he just shushed him. “I’ll tell you when you’re older.”
“That’s not fair,” the child pouted.
“My Lady,” your attention was called from Navia who had finally tracked you down. His white eyes glowing down the halls like nighttime fireflies as he approached. “A new hatchling was born in the valley this morning and it’s mother asked if you would be gracious enough to name them.”
Your eyes shined. “I’d love to,” you said as you set Juilius down and kissed his forehead. You moved to kiss Yoongi’s cheek as you allowed Navia to escort you away. The dragon child took his father’s hand.
“So, what mother said about how she became a dragon; why do I need to wait until I grow up to know? Is it some kind of big dragon secret?” Yoongi’s face flushed as he cleared his throat again and was soon leading his son off somewhere else to clean up after his day out.
“I already told you, not until you’re older.”
Who knew that the exchanging of the blood and saliva of the king of dragons was able to gradually change humans into dragons? Yoongi certainly never knew until one morning you woke up with scales dusting your cheeks after a rather specific night.
To which would soon be the outcome of the pestering royal child, Juilius.
-END-
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The Gamble Of Prides. (Mafia!Baekhyun x You)
•TRIGGER WARNING•
Warning(s): Non-Con, public humiliation, exhibitionism, cum play, knife play, gun play, fear play. Both of you are legal in this. Read at own risk.
It took Y/n a moment to realise what had just happened, eyes widening slowly as she looked up from Mafioso Byun's final cards and at his smug face. "N- No… No way…" Her friend facepalmed in great stress and fear of all the men surrounding them in Byun's bar. That did not just happen. "How is that possible?" Smashing the cigarette in her hand against the table, Y/n stood up. "There is no way you won this time! I am not just good-- I am GREAT at this! How could you win?! Not when I-..." Y/n trailed off from her own words, not willing to admit that she was cheating. Since the beginning.
The older man shrugged. "Well… maybe you're not that good, Miss. I mean…" Him and his men chuckled at the 4 foreign kids visiting their country for vacation. "You lost 4 games in a row along allllll that you had" taking a drag of his cigar, the man smirked devilishly. "Confidence is good but overconfidence will drown you in the sea of reality, in the wise words of Norain."
The girl was clenching her fists, every fiber of her body loathing him. Y/n hated just how fucking smug he was.
"You bastard!"
Byun chuckled. "Adorable. So you remember all that you put on the table, right?" The female gulped, the recent memories of how she bet her body at last when she had nothing left to gamble with. A laugh left the man when she backed away and tried to run, which resulted in Byun's right hand that was sharper than an eagle, Sehun, to grip her arm before throwing her whole body back and in the Boss' feet. "Tsk. I honestly thought you were an honourable young lady. But the way you tried to run away from your own words?"
"P- Please! We will pay you back, sir!" One of Y/n's friends sobbed, causing the girl to glare at her.
"Shut up! Don't fucking plead a cheating bastard like hi- OW FUCK!" Y/n was cut off when Byun gripped her hair before her brain could decipher it and pulled her face closer to his.
"Calling me a cheater when you were trying to use pathetic little rigged ways while playing in MY casino?" Silence followed for a couple moments, the man's lip chain dangling furiously from how fast he'd moved. "You are more foolish than you seemed, baby doll." Before the girl could shoot anything back, one of her friends shakily stood up, realising this was no game and the man was pure trouble.
"S- Sir… m- may we leave?" Gasping, Y/n turned to look at him along with their other friends. "We had nothing to do with the game nor do any of us gamble. You can sort your thing with her but we really had nothing to do with the game. Please let us go."
Byun sat up a bit straighter, a firm hold on Y/n's hair still. "That's fair." Nodding at his men, the man spoke. "Leave." He couldn't help but chuckle when that boy gathered the rest of his friends before all of them left without sparing a shocked Y/n another glance. "You really are that irritating to everyone, huh?" The girl was fuming at this point, hating how smug and entertained he looked.
“Fuck you!
A snort left the Mafioso when the small girl dared to spit on his face. Byun fucking Baekhyun's face. "I am afraid you don't realize the intensity of the situation, love." Before he motioned his men to stop in their positions, halting them for beating her up for the disrespectful gesture. Before Y/n could realise what had happened, she gasped under her breath when the man suddenly pressed a sharp knife to her throat, the blade threatening to slice against her soft skin.
"You bet all that you had and then took a loan. When they told you that you couldn't take any more loan you bet your body without thinking of the consequences…" Clicking his tongue, he dragged the knife along the length of her neck before grazing it against her collarbone, making the girl jump when he sliced through one of the strings that held her dress against her breast. "Tsk. Did you even know what that means?" The girl hated how she was made to kneel in front of him as he sat in his seat, feet on either side as one held the knife and other held his cigar.
"I- I will pay y- you back!" The men laughed at her slightly wavering tone.
"Oh, is that so?" Baekhyun raised an eyebrow before nodding. "Of course you will. Of course. That is the only way. However…" Taking the other string that was on her other shoulder over the blade, the man toyed with it. "I shall give you a choice." Taking another drag, he puffed it in her face, causing her to cough. "You can either be good and even redeem yourself on the way for your naive actions or…" Inching their faces closer, Baekhyun spoke just above a whisper. "You die and all your body parts get sold."
Y/n's blood started to run cold as she realised just how fucked she was. Even her friends had abandoned her and now she was in this casino with some man she had clearly underestimated as some local gangster. His blood slightly brushed against her skin, still not cutting open the other string. "So… what's it going to be, huh? Me cutting this little dress off your body or me sliding this blade across your throat?"
"I… I d- don't want to d- die, p- please" her eyes finally wetted with tears, bringing the man great satisfaction as he nodded slowly, taking another drag as he finally cut the string open, the tight dress Y/n was wearing falling down to her waist in an instant, causing her to gasp before protective arms tried to hide her chest but Byun's foot beat them to it, pressing both of them down in her laps by one of his feet.
"No, love. You cannot decide what happens to you any longer. You lost all of those rights when you lost your body to me. Now you're my puppet." Byun fed off the fear in her eyes and across her face. "Now, let's begin the fun, shall we?" The girl shook under him as she realised that she didn't have a choice anymore.
"Stand up." The man ordered. "Stand up and take those clothes and heels off." Before the girl could protest, Sehun spoke up from behind, firmly pushing at her back with his knee.
"Didn't you hear what the boss just said, whore?!"
"Hey now, Sehun-ah… don't treat the pretty girl like that…" Byun looked up at Sehun with upset eyes, words painfully sweet like he wasn't just threatening to murder her in cold blood. "She's too weak to be treated so rough… Dolls like her are delicate and fragile… aren't they?" He looked down at the humiliated girl with teasing eyes, snorting at how she flushed in embarrassment before removing his foot from her arms.
"Get up." His tone was rough again as he leaned back in his seat, tossing the knife on the table before picking his glass of whiskey up, taking a sip. "We don't have all day and the clock's running!" He spoke aloud when the girl tried to plead, not even looking her way but in a far distance, waiting for his orders to be obeyed.
Y/n shivered under the gazes of all the men in the room as she slowly stripped from her dress and heels, cheeks red in embarrassment.
"Come here…" Byun ordered. "Kneel." And as the girl kneeled, the male grabbed his knife again, placing one of his feet under her pussy before clicking his tongue at the bra that she didn't take off, swiftly cutting it open, making it fall against her laps. "Don't." The man warned as the girl went to cover her now exposed chest with her arms, watching her carefully. "Come here."
Y/n's eyes were letting out continuous silent tears as she got closer to the man, feeling her nipples harden from the air as her face burned the hottest it could. She could only bite her lip and stare at the ground in embarrassment. "Get on your knees and undo my belt." Her eyes widened as she looked up at the man that looked almost bored. "What? Did I mumble?" His lips grazed against one of her breasts now, making her instantly mumble a small 'no' before she did as she was told, her fingertips trembling as she followed his instructions until she could see his erect cock bulging against the dark blue boxers he wore.
"Come closer now, rub your face on it, doll. Feel your Master up~" Baekhyun encouraged, fistibg her hair in one of his hands whilst the other one that was in possession of the blade grazed against the side of her neck dangerously close. Y/n bit back a sob as the man guided her face closer to his clothed member, forcing her to rub her face against and all over it, moaning lowly at just how good her warm breaths felt.
"Take it out…" The girl did as she was commanded, her hot tears falling on Baekhyun's skin one by one, only adding to the pleasure. "Come on… take it in your mouth. That's it…" Y/n was in disbelief of her situation but knew there was no way out. Opening her mouth, she took his thick head in her mouth, cringing at the taste as she slowly licked and sucked at it, literally shaking as Baekhyun leaned over, pulling her face down his cock by the hair he was holding, finally cutting the last piece of clothing she had on which was her underwear, exposing the girl to everyone in the room and increasing the tension even more. All of his henchmen were sweaty and their throats were dry. But nobody could do anything no matter how much they desired.
Because she was his toy.
"Keep going…" The Boss whispered, sliding her mouth further on his cock and grunting when she gagged around him, bringing her face up before slamming it down, causing the girl to choke again but he held it tight this time, his cock twitching from how she struggled to breathe but couldn't. "Good girl. Now that is some good behaviour." The man grinned, releasing her just enough to let her breathe before pulling it off completely.
"Lick it off." Baekhyun's voice was cold again as he guided her to his cheek which had her spit on it, tightening his hold on her head even more. Y/n was full on sobbing now after failing to suppress it felt her scalp burnt from where he was holding her, shakily placing her hands on his knees before licking her own spit off, sweat trickling down her back. "Are you sorry?" She felt a gun press against her pussy now, the blade long gone as he calmly stared down at her.
"Y- Yes! Yes! I am!" The girl rushedly spoke, feeling the cold metal of the gun slip in between her folds, rubbing back and forth."P- Please, si- sir!"
"Good." Baekhyun was satisfied from how the girl was trembling in fear, standing up before pulling her up on her feet before pushing her on the table where they had played, placing his gun on her stomach before grabbing her thighs and forcefully pushing into her, moaning when she screamed in pain while crying even harder now. "This will get you thinking, tsk. Who do you even think you are? Brats like you deserve nothing but to be treated like this…" Baekhyun loved how he stretched her walls long and deep, expanding them forcefully before he gave her another powerful thrust.
"So fucking overconfident… And what are you now? A fucking slut that's not even in control of her own body." Grabbing the gun, the man started to give her faster thrusts now, moaning loudly as sweat dripped down his forehead, hips snapping mercilessly whilst he pressed the gun to one of her breasts, rubbing the tip against her nipple. "I wonder what will happen if I shoot it… will it pop off? Deflate?"
Y/n's eyes widened as she hysterically cried, her heart thumping as she slid up and down the table, shaking her head furiously whilst her hands rested lifelessly at her sides, her whole body covered in sweat. "P- PLEASE! PLEASE! N- NO! NO! DON'T S- SHOOT ME, S- SIR! PLEASE!" She could only beg helplessly as the man got off to her fear, glaring down at her as he fucked her intensely, going balls deep as he twitched again, feeling himself closer to his orgasm.
"But you've been so fucking disrespectful today. Do you even know who I am, you little slut? How dare you?" Before he pushed the gun in her mouth, forcing her to taste herself as the fear of him suddenly deciding to pull the trigger invaded her senses.
"I- I… s- showwy-" was she could pathetically let out through the gun as he grazed it against the soft end of her throat, ramming into her harder and harder before he was emptying his load into her, pulling out and seeing his cum gush out of her along the blood of her purity, forming a pink mixture. Gathering some of the white liquid off his cock, the man rubbed it against her lips before kissing her as he tucked his cock back in followed by the gun and his blade, pulling her off the table by her hair, spitting in her face before slapping her for all the former disrespect, throwing her in his feet.
Baekhyun smirked, getting even more satisfied as he realised that he was her first time. The trip she was on was in the celebration of her 18th birthday after all. Whilst the mafia was turning 30 this year. "Maybe I won't send you to one of my brothels after all."
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(i think you’re) beary cute — choi soobin
word count | 1.2k
pairing | choi soobin (txt) x gender neutral reader
warning(s) | none!!
genre | fluff, humour, high-school au
note | yeonjun, soobin and reader are in the same year here!!
— a belated graduation present for @fallinchan 🥺 i’m so proud of you ash and i hope you like this!! ilysm 💕💕
High school, a bittersweet place indeed.
It has seen some of the worst times of your life—detentions, friendship drama, heartbreaks, the nonstop studying and grinding for college entrance exams; perhaps not things you’ll look back upon fondly, but things that were a part of this chapter of your life regardless.
But without high school, you would not have met your tightly-knit group of friends, your anchor in choppy waves, that brought you so much comfort and happiness these past years however tumultuous they may have been.
It’s all in the little things; like Beomgyu teaching you how to skateboard, study dates with Yeonjun and Kai that involved more goofing off than actual studying, checking out dozens of books at the library with Taehyun and spending hours reading them in comfortable silence, napping in History with Soobin when the two of you sat at the far back…
You wouldn’t trade all these memories for the world.
This brings you to today—graduation. You thought you couldn’t wait any longer for this day to arrive, at least, you certainly thought so during your most miserable moments, longing to leave high school forever and never looking back.
But seeing the teary eyes of your teachers and your fellow classmates in their graduation gowns and caps made you realise that this really is it; that despite the downs, this place really isn’t all that bad.
“I’m gonna miss seeing you around,” Kai tells you a little sadly as everyone moves outside after the ceremony for photos.
“You’re acting like I’m moving across the country when my college’s just half an hour away from here,” you joke while ruffling his hair, “we’ll see each other on weekends! Plus, it’s just two more years!”
“Two more years,” he grumbles, “I wish I was graduating with you guys today.”
“Trust me, you won’t be thinking that by the time you graduate.”
Beomgyu snorts. “Don’t think we didn’t notice how you almost cried when you went up to get your diploma. I have the photos to back it up.”
Of course he does. Probably zoomed all the way into your face so he can make a meme out of it too.
“Shouldn’t you be a little nicer to me on my special day?” Your tone is light and playful because you know your friends love you, even if they deny it vehemently or show it in… interesting ways.
“Wait, where’s Soobin?” Yeonjun asks, his head whipping around in search of your friend. “I swear I just saw him! Does he not want to take photos with us?”
“How do we lose a six-foot man?” you wonder aloud, scanning through the crowd of students, teachers and parents but to no avail. Soobin’s nowhere to be found on his own graduation day, even though you literally saw him just minutes ago when you all were in the auditorium for the ceremony.
Taehyun turns back to your group of five with a shrug after a little looking. “He’ll show up sooner or later,” he reasons, “probably just went to the washroom or somethi—”
“—woah, check it out,” Kai interrupts, eyes focused on something behind you, “did the school splurge on hiring a mascot or something? I didn’t know they did that.”
The remaining four of you follow his gaze, spotting someone dressed in a full bear costume approaching your group as the other students and parents let out gasps and hushed murmurs. Whoever’s dressed in the costume is also holding a bouquet of sunflowers as they waddle across the playground towards… you?
As though he’s read your mind, Yeonjun turns back to your group confusedly. “Is it just me… or does it look like it’s heading towards us?”
“Is this some Five Nights at Freddy’s kinda thing? Should we run?”
You smack at Beomgyu’s arm lightly. “No! That’s just plain mean, especially if the school hired them to surprise us.”
The bear comes to a stop in front of you as it holds out the flowers, and you can only stare at it in shock while your friends watch from the side, equally as confused and perhaps a little (read: very) amused as well. The bear’s head tilts to the side when you don’t react, as though hinting for you to take the flowers.
“O-oh, are these for me?”
You try your best to ignore Beomgyu and Kai’s stifled giggles when it nods, and awkwardly accept the bouquet with a mumbled ‘thank you’.
“Um… can I also ask why the school is giving me this?”
Despite the huge costume, you manage to hear a faint sigh coming from whoever’s inside. Two furry paws reach up to pull off the bear head, and your jaw drops when it reveals none other than Choi Soobin, still wearing his graduation gown and all that.
“Soobin?” you screech. “Huh? What—why—what are you doing in there?”
He smiles sheepishly, fixing his messy and slightly sweaty hair. “Surprise?”
“Yo, where’d you get this?” Yeonjun asks as he pets the white fur on his costume, “and where is my bouquet? Why does Y/N get one and I don’t?”
“How much did it cost to rent this thing?”
“Why didn’t you choose another animal?”
“Dude, how are you not sweating buckets in this?”
“Can we not do this now?” Soobin groans, cheeks flushed a rosy pink. Whether it’s from the stuffiness of the costume or shyness, you can’t tell, but it’s safe to say that it’s probably both from the way his get-up garners curious looks from everyone who walks by, some even doing double-takes at the peculiar scene in front of them.
You don’t blame them, it’s not every day when you see a blue-haired boy dressed in a full bear costume.
He turns back to you, the blush on his face spreading up to his ears as he explains, “I thought this might cheer you up… it can be sad saying goodbye to everyone at this place, so I planned this to hopefully make this day unforgettable for you in a good way…”
Soobin’s voice trails off hesitantly when he notices the unshed tears gathering in your eyes. “Please don’t cry,” he pleads softly, not knowing if he should hug you while in the costume in fear it’d only make you cry more. It’s then when he also realises that you’re alone, your four friends having conveniently disappeared sometime during his explanation. “I didn’t mean for this to make you even sadder, I’m sorry…”
“You idiot! These are happy tears!” you wail, ducking your head to hide the droplets running down your cheeks from him as you desperately search your pockets for tissues, only to give up and wipe them away with the sleeves of your gown instead. “This is—sniff—one of the nicest—sniff—things anyone’s done for me. I’m gonna—sniff—miss you so much!”
“We got accepted into the same college, silly,” Soobin says with a fond smile, watching as you take multiple deep breaths to calm yourself. “Um… that means you like this surprise… right?”
“Of course I do!” you reassure enthusiastically while still dabbing away at the remaining moisture on your cheeks. “It’s… bear-y cute.” You pause to giggle at your own joke even though you’re still very much overwhelmed with emotions. “D’you get it? Because you’re dressed as a bear! Get it?”
“Yeah, I get it. What a gem of comedy you’ve got there.”
“Aw, looks like you’ll have to keep… bearing with me.”
Soobin groans. “Your puns are awful, but—”
“—but you still like me bear-y much?” you tease.
“Yes, Y/N. I still like you bear-y much.”
a/n: aaaa i hope you like this ash 🥺❤️ gotta fuel the soobrot (steverot?) some way hehe 😼 also hi ladies muah!!!! 🐬 thank you for reading and i hope you guys like it :3
— if you’re graduating this year and you’re reading this: a big big congratulations and i’m proud of you!! 💕
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