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temptingempress · 3 years

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The Mafia's Princess J.hs

Summary: "I can't loose you because if I loose you I loose myself. You're all I have left." she begged him to put the gun down. Falling onto her bloody knees in the mud. Helicopters surrounded them and the sirens were getting closer and closer but k she could think about was him. The man whom she fell in love with, standing in front of them. Gun pointed towards his head.

This is a HoseokxOc story but feel free to think of her as y/n. I just didn't want to call her y/n so I used my own character that you'll see in a lot of my stories but her mood and temperment will change in each story.

Warning: Mention of smut, drug use, mafia lord, weapons, cursing, scary dogs lol, it's basically for mature people yall.

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Areum's p.o.v

My eyes fluttered open as my vision slowly started to restore. All I saw was a old ceiling fan slowly whipping around and the ugly tan popcorn ceiling. I only heard faint sounds as if something was coming closer. It was too early to worry about it. I groaned turning my body to the side just to see that he wasn't there. My fingers reached towards where he was lying. It was still warm, smiling to myself I start to remember the warmth he gave me last night. A night full of kisses, orgasms, and love. Or what I think is love. I've never really knew but all I know is that he makes me feel a type a way. Whenever I'm near him it's like he has the power to make my heart run miles just by his touch.

I sigh as I sat myself up from the screaky flat bed. What do you expect from a cheap motel that was from the middle of no where? I've gotten used to it. As long as I'm with-

There he was. Shirtless, his tattoos revealed all around his body. He was looking through the blinds, but no sunlight was coming in. What time was it anyways? I looked besides me on the table clock.

2:30 A.M.

I raise my brow, clueless on why I woke up so late but even more clueless why Hoseok was up so late. Maybe it was the drugs? But they didn't have that affect on me as much and usually Hoseok stays in bed with me till morning. "Hoseok..." I mumble. My voice still grogy from sleepiness. "What are you doing up so-"

"You need to leave. Now." he turns to me. His vibrant attitude suddenly disappeared into a more urgent one. He quickly retrieves my luggage, packing my clothes and throwing me a large t shirt to wear since I was only in my undergarments. "What? What's going on?" I became more alert at his words. Did he not want me anymore?

The sound I didn't hear before I could hear clearly now. Police sirens, a ton of them. My eyes widened as I quickly through on the t shirt. Jumping out of bed I go towards the windows to see what's actual happening but Hoseok prevents me with his hand wrapping around my wrist. He spoke again, this time more stern "I said leave."

I look at him, letting out a slightly irritated laugh. "What? No. I'm not leaving you alone here." I retrieve my wrist and looked out the window. The cops were surrounding the building. There was no way they could outrun them. They had guns, dogs, and a lot of freaking muscle. It was a good thing that there were a lot of rooms in this damn motel. It would take them some time to find us since we checked in on our phones. So no one could say they've spotted us. "We have to think."

"Areum, it's over. You need to get out of here!" he raised his voice but I quickly covered his mouth. Shaking my head as I shushed him. "I'm not going to throw you away so easily." I mumbled. He made my stomach churn at his words. It's not over yet, it can't be.

We then heard the sound of panting and patting on the floor. Shit, dogs. They must've smelled the drugs so they started to bark right at our door. Hoseok sighed loudly and grabbed my hand.

Hoseok's P. O. V

Oh how she could be so damn stubborn. Taking a firm hold of her right hand I grabbed a mini gun in my suite case just in case. Areum glared at me as I pulled it out with my other hand. She didn't like guns and I promised her I wouldn't bring it along with me but you never know what you could get into in this line of work. I'm a mafia lord and she's-

My line of thought got cut off by the loud stomps coming towards our door. I looked around and found a large vent on the ceiling. Areum looked at me and then she finally got the hint. Letting fo of her hand I ran towards my luggage grabbed a knife I stored in there as well

"are you serious!" Areum loudly whispered towards me.

I didn't answer her though, I climbed on the desk and undid the screws that held the vent up. It opened for us now all we have to do is find our way out, fast. Risky, but the only chance we have. "okay, come up here in my shoulders." My words rushed out of my mouth. Shw climbed up the desk and I picked her up. She climbes onto my shoulders and into the vent.

'they're in here!' one cop yells as he kicks the door open. He spots Hoseok and quickly held his gun up to him. Other cops rush in the room. He was surrounded by four until the rest rushed in. The dogs however didn't attack him yet. They were held on leashes.

' put your hands up!' one of them yelled, his voice was deep and loud enough to boom throughout the whole motel.

Hoseok's P. O. V

"ah, long time no see." I smirk at the men that I've been coming into contact lately with. They're guns were all pointed towards me but I know that none of them would shoot. If they turn me in they get a cash price and must I say, I'm very expensive. They won't kill me yet, they want to get much more out of me before they pull the trigger. I purse my lips and shake my head. The gun was still in my hand. "I'm not gonna end this game so easily. It's so fun playing with you."

'release the dogs' the chief calls out but before they could even release the freeze in their spots.

Bang!

Hoseok pulls the trigger as the bullet zooms so close to the chiefs head. Barely missing it by a few centimeters but enough to leave a long bloody cut that will eventually turn into a scar. All of them looked his way, including the dogs. They were frozen for a bit but looked back to where Hoseok was. He was gone.

He quickly pulled himself up the vent grabbing Areum and crawling as quickly as they possibly could away.

Areum's P. O. V

While I was waiting for him whilst he faced the cops I could feel my heart vibrating through my skin. As much as I wanted to jump out of this damn vent and scream not to shoot I couldn't. I knew I couldn't because if I did it would be the biggest headliner of the world and it would bring my family great shame. I've been missing for months and I'd rather that they think I'm dead than running around with a mafia lord. I close my eyes as I try to slow my breaths down, trying to be the quietest one in there. I couldn't make a sound. The vent echos so a single squeak would seem like a whole scream. To calm myself I thought about him, how he's always came through in the worst situations. How I could always depend on him when-

Bang!

My heard stopped and eyes widened. Did he really just... Die. Did they shoot him?

No they couldn't of. They should have but they-

Is he really gone.

When I looked up he was right there, taking me and crawling swiftly through the vent. My breaths get louder and louder. I was still in shock of what just happened. My eyes filled up in tears as I followed him, quietly sobbing. My emotions really don't know how to react, they didn't even know how to catch up . He couldn't comfort me, I couldn't talk to him, we had to be quiet. As the vent space was getting smaller I ended up closely following in back of him. The air was getting hotter. Luckily we started to hear birds. The end of the vent was close but our energy was running out. The vent just started to incline and we literally had to climb up but I could feel my body giving out. I was getting slower before I just felt my body fall to the floor.

"Areum!" Hoseok looked behind himself to see me, trying to catch my breath. I could feel my throat dry up and my body Dripping I sweat it was hot in that vent. He spoke again "We're so close baby, you could do this."

I could do this. I could. But everytime I try to get myself back up my arms wiggle causing me to fall back down again. I looked to the other side of the vent. Smoke was coming towards me, crawling its way into my nostrils. Soon all I could see was black.

"Areum!" Hoseok yelled at me once more but he was quickly cut off. I fell into a deep sleep.

Hoseok P. O. V

Shit, shit, shit! What even is that stuff. I didn't notice that Areum was so far behind me and it wasn't like I could back up and save her with my legs. I quickly work my way out of the vent. It lead me to the roof's basement. All we have to do is jump before they surround the whole building. I get a mask from my luggage and but it on. They might have tricks up they're sleeve but I do too. I go into the vent once more. Everything was foggy, it was as if the smoke overtook it. I have to hurry before it reaches the roof. There was no use to call for her because whatever type of gas this was it made people sleep. I finally see her, she was face down as if she was dead but she couldn't be dead.

I quickly achieve her hands and drag her out. I could see the basement now. Everything was clear I kept pulling her but something stopped her. She was caught in something and everytime I pulled her it she wouldn't move a bit. I looked around, felt around, and my hand finally landed on something furry.

A low growl echoed through the vent. I slowly felt down the dog and it had its teeth in her leg and me pulling only made it worse.

I pulled the gun out of my pocket. Being super quiet. This gas somehow didn't affect dogs. I only had one shot. Left... And it had to go towards the right thing. I bangs the knife to the side of the vent. The dog let go of Areum, running towards me. That's when I shot my shot. The vent started to shake as I heard other dogs running. Taking Areum I quickly rushed her out. Picking her up once we were out of the vent I checked to see if she was alive and thank god she was. The smoke was creeping into the basement to the roof. There was a window so I opened and climbed out. There were cops everywhere trying to look for us but luckily they weren't looking in one area...

To be continued

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Hey lovely, so this ff will be continued in the next couple chapters. Tell me if you like it enough for me to finish! I can't wait for you to know the deeper story of The Mafia's Princess. CHAPTER 2: https://temptingempress.tumblr.com/post/640407000512135168/the-mafias-princess-jhs-2

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philoseokphy · 4 years

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six degrees of separation ✻ lwt

louis tomlinson x reader x 18

hey! i’m the sender of this :

and the number stands for...

so since you picked number 18, i made this fic for you!

Hope you enjoy this imagines. WARNING : English is NOT my first language, so sorry for any grammar mistakes.

note : ____ means YOUR NAME

hope u like it! enjoy, and stay at home, folks!

you’ve read the books, you’ve watched the shows

what’s the best way no one knows yea

meditate, hypnotized

anything to take it from your mind

Louis stared at your statue. He objected every inch of your skin, your gorgeous hair—it captured your face well. And your tricky dazzling eyes, Louis always trapped on your gaze everytime he looked up at you. Your brown piercings always pulling him close and it managed to make Louis feel embraced and appreciated somehow.

Your skin, your nose, your lips…—Louis didn’t even know where to start. They are flawless. The way you handle them, are affecting. Like, when you feel the rush adjusting on your body, or when you feel every eyes are scanning your posture—you’ll bit your lower lip and hang your head down low. And…what a coincidence, now you were choosing a book on this quiet library, and there you go, you bit your lower lip with your iconic furrowed brows.

Louis walked casually to your sculpture. You still didn’t notice him at first because your eyes were glued to the fancy old-fashioned book. The older man furrowed his eyebrows ridiculously, “Are you serious, ____?”

“Shit!” You cursed and jumped slightly. You quickly looked at the innocent man. You groaned, “Do you always have to scare me like this, Louis?” The fingers of yours finally opened the cover first and the first thing you saw were the yellowish blemishes plastered randomly on the old paper. You took the book closer to your sense of smell and you nodded merely, “This smells nice,”

Louis threw a laugh, “That’s psychotic to do,” He commented. You rolled your eyes, “Now, what are you going to tell me?”

Louis took a deep breath, “Nothing! Well, I just saw you…” He took away the book from your hands, scanning it curiously, “Oh my, ____. I know what you are doing.”

You widened your eyes and snapped back your book, “What?” Your tone risen. He chuckled, carefully leaning back to the shelf, “The Wisdom of a Broken Heart? Really, ___? This is a classic cliché! I don’t even have to guess why you read this!” He laughed kind of making your cheeks flushed in shyness. You ignored him and turned away, sat down on the reading corner. Louis followed you to the seat and flew himself to the comfy seat, “Ah! Nice, now where were we?” He squinted at your nervous face. You rolled your eyes.

Louis smirked when he knew he stole the tongue from the pretty lips of yours. You closed the book harshly, “I read this because it’s a classic cliché! Satisfied, Mr. Tomlinson?” You asked sarcastically. It caused Louis to burst in a laugh. His eyes were squinting to formed a beautiful eye smile and the skin circling the eye were crumbling. You were mesmerized by this beautiful human, but you shoo the thoughts away. And hide those emotions onto a bored haze.

He stopped laughing. “I know what are your motives are, ____. Be careful,” He winked playfully. You rolled your pair of eyes for the third times, “Seriously, drop it now. You’re taking a long time to spill,” You smirked. He nodded excitedly, “Well. . . Zayn Malik.”

The name of the one who had your heart wrapped around his fingers, made your chest echoed with the sound of your heart clanking. It was very…magical. The feelings of him lingers and it scared you. To death.

The aura of your eyes changing was impulsive. Louis pulled his lips merely, “Listen,____. I know you are trying to put things on and off, make him go away,” He hesitated before continuing, “But your steps, from moving on, is clearly wrong. It won’t go.”

“How do you know?” You slashed his words. Challenging your eyes to met his beautiful pairs, you shrugged, “I didn’t even want to try! Louis, let it go, okay?” You pleaded. Louis shook his head.

you had the drink, you take a toke

‬‪watch the past go up in smoke‬

‪you fake a smile, ya, lie and say

‬‪you’re better now than ever and your life's okay‬

“Hey, hey, hey,…you read that,” He pointed at your book. You covered the cover with your hands. He chuckled, “And don’t tell me you didn’t watch those chick flick movies…Legally Blonde? You are really trying, ____.” He winked again. You groaned, “Stop it!” You protested.

“You’re doing all these things of desperation,” Louis calmly said, “You’re going through six degrees of separation.”

He smiled before he stood up and left you with your brows furrowed, and question mark all over your mind.

‪But it's not, no‬

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The watch on Louis’s desk was showing 01:32 AM with its green light. Louis groaned, yelled on his heart. Who the hell knocked his door at this very early dawn? Lazily and sloppily, he walked towards his apartment door. With a mumble of cursing words and blabbered, he opened the door.

Before he got to yell at the person standing in front of the door, his energy quickly recharged. Oh My God. You with your ugly pajamas and a jacket? You with your crying face? You pushed him out of the way and slowly threw yourself on the couch. Louis is still on his shock position, still holding the knop and totally lose. “Are you okay?” Finally he said a sentence.

You shook your head, “I’m very not okay.” Your stare as blank as a new canvas. The different is, your stare was black and blank and dark. “This is the worst stage of my life,” You muttered.

first, you think the worst is a broken heart

Louis positioned himself beside you very carefully. He sighed, “What’s going on?” You let your lips pulled just an inch. Then a tear fell down to your face, hanging nicely through your chin and finally dropped to your lap. It’s the beginning of everything. Because in a second, you were bursting into a loud cry.

“Am I ugly?” You asked without hesitation. Louis flinched, “What? No!” His brows furrowed angrily. “Who said that?” He spat with upset confusion.

You chuckled sarcastically, “Then I’m stupid?” Your eyes wont stop producing the tears. Louis coughed, “Yes you are if you are crying over some nonsense like this. What happened?”

The trembling hands of yours covered your wet face, “Why he left me, Louis? Am I not good enough for him?”

Those question hit Louis like a sledgehammer. Your words, broke Louis’s heart in 99 pieces. Louis took a very deep breath. Why? Why couldn’t you see that you are this beautiful? And imagining things like you doesn’t feel comfortable in your own skin really suffocating him.

“_____, listen—“

“He’s a death of me,” You muttered under your breath. You laid your head and facing the ceiling. A sob never stop playing from your lips. “I love him way too much—I never dream this would happen. I wont let go of him.” You cried again. Now softer than before, but the effects applied the same to the man sat next to you.

And you’re the death of me,_____. Louis only had the courage to said that to himself.

what’s gonna kill you is the second part

“Louis…I just,” You hesitated. Chewing the wall inside your mouth, closed your eyes. “Why he could do such thing? He literally splitted my world in a blink of an eye!” You spat out, now your eyes were opened with anger. And disappointment. And selfishness. Louis took a deep breath, he let you to rant out and let every weight on your shoulders to fell down.

and the third, is when your world splits down the middle

When Louis heard you just controlled your breath, he pulled you closer. He placed his arm around you and tapped your side calmly, and very carefully. Like you were made of glass, he smiled, “You’re going to past this.” That is only a sentence on the surface. There’s a lot he was going to say under the surface.

—

After that night. A month has passed.

You looked so much healthier and happier, to be honest? But not in the same way as you did before.

Like everything pushed and forced you to smile, laugh, and did things casually. But actually, there’s a thunderstorms ruining your head. And you can only let it show in front of the mirror. And maybe the wet pillow of yours witnessed your mental health. And your sad songs playlist, one of the witnesses too. And don’t forget…the only breathing thing who witnessed your control of yourself. Louis. You didn’t have to show him, he saw it. Don’t know, maybe the third eye of him. The inside one, or maybe because he was your best friend…or maybe something else. Whenever you were zoomed out in a conversation, he would rubbed your hand to assure everything’s okay. That’s a little thing, means the world to you.

Louis always told you, “Don’t push yourself too hard. You are allowed to be sad, everyone understands.” And you would smile, “I am truly okay, Louis.”

And tonight, after a dinner with your group, Louis drove you home and he gave you a mini speech, “You fake everything! It’s not natural, it’s not healthy. You are allowed to be sad, once again. You don’t have to come to a gathering if you don’t want to,” Louis said as he controlled the wheel.

“Louis, I want to gather with you guys, don’t act silly,” You replied casually. Louis laughed. A sarcastic laugh, and ironically. “Please, you were there for…I don’t know? 5 minutes?”

You took a deep breath, “Fine. I’m trying. But really, I fixed myself. Nothing is a problem for me, not again.” Your fingers intertwined nervously into each other. Louis looked at you deeply, trying to connected the soft lights from his eyes to yours before saying, “You can lie to everyone, but at least be honest with yourself.”

Your breath stopped for a while. His words choked you up.

and fourth, you’re gonna think that you fixed yourself

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And it happened again.

The difference, tonight or can I say today? 2:23 am you showed your slump body in front of Louis apartment. Again. And today’s cause was...Zayn finally dated a new woman.

Her name was Chloe, and she was so beautiful it stabbed you with a truth that everything on you had nothing on her. Her golden hair was every girl’s dream. Her shiny grey eyes were beautiful. And her body was a hourglass. She was every single soul’s crush. Including you.

And when you saw them from your social media, it hurts you because they went to every restaurant you went to with him. Did every activities like you did with him. It was almost like…he dated you, in another better posture and soul.

Her soul wasn’t a mess like yours. You smiled in irony everytime you saw Chloe. Their happiness really contagious to everyone. Not you, of course. Everyone shipped them, saying that they were perfect for each other. And it killed you again, am I not perfect for him? That’s why he broke up with me? You bit your lip. Weren’t we perfect? Right. We had tons of flaws. Actually, I’m the flaw. Your eyes were blurry.

Your thoughts, it was a monster. It swallowed every positive thing on your mind.

fifth, you see them out with someone else

“I can’t do this anymore, Louis.” You sobbed. Eyes were very swollen. And tears were a mess, Louis rubbed your back, “Relax, okay? You’ll be okay—“

“When?” You spat. Cutting his words in a second and dared to meet his eyes. Louis hesitated, “Someday. I bet you. I guarantee everything on that, trust me. Trust yourself—“

“Fuck it. Fuck my life.” Your harsh words shocking Louis. He widened his eyes, “No! Don’t say things like that!”

“What? Now I’m not allowed to express my life in a sentence?” You shrugged, stood up and opened Louis’s fridge. Louis shut his mouth, but focusing on your hand reaching the cold bottle of beer. You took it out, facing the cold glass to the warm air outside the chilly fridge. You poured some to the glass.

You stared at the glass for a second before you brought them to your mouth. And whispered darkly.

“I’m fucked, Louis. There’s no way out there,” Your sad dark smile was another stab to Louis’s heart. Before you drank all the liquid, and every bitter truths inside the particles.

Oh, how Louis wished he had the courage to hugged you, embraced you. Took you to all the bright places, whispered “Everything’s gonna be okay. I’ll always be here.” And kissed the top of your head every day and night.

and the sixth, is when you admit you may have fucked up a little But for this time, you weren’t the only one who fucked up.

The man who watched you swallowed his beer was agreeing, silently. -------

I KNOW THIS IS VERY MESSY AND UGLY I HOPE SOMEONE READS THIS IDK HOPE U LIKE IT

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guessmonsta · 7 years

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Ok holy shit the thing you did for tsukki is amazing and PLEASE DO MORE ABOUT IT!! TENDOU! KUROO? BOKUTO?! TERU?? OIKS!! I DONT CARE!! you are A ma Zi n G ! ! , you can pick one or do it all but separately (which BTW will be so much battah)

Tendou Soulmate AU!!!! (P.S, every scar, bruise or bump you receive also shows up on your soulmate’s body)((P.S.S. this is shameless self indulgence whoops))(((P.S.S.S TRIGGER WARNING! SUBLIMINAL MENTIONS OF SELF HARM!!!!!)))

Ever since he could remember, his ankles were always bruised.

The idea of soulmates scared him, especially how nature put them into action. Sometimes, it was comforting, watching a new, purple spot form on his knee cast upon by an unknown force. It meant the person who was tied to him, whoever she may be, was alive, and human, and making human mistakes, and for some odd reason, the bruises she gave him brought him a certain fondness. On the other hand, it was horrifying. Everytime he received a ball, blocked one of Ushijima’s finger splitting spikes, all the beatings he received as a child, by his own hand and not, all the bruises, the cuts, the horror, it was all inflicted on her. This made him just a bit wary, and all the more guilty. Presuming that she was the same age as him, if not younger, as a child who seemed to be having a happy life, the only cuts on her skin pavement burns from falling off bikes, having to live out the same physical torture he did made him sick. He made a mental promise to himself to hold that girl and never let go once he met her. Although he felt guilty, there was one time of the year where he wished someone would punch him in the eye just to get revenge.

Tendou had no clue what she did. At this point, she had to know he did volleyball, the only bruises he ever received nowadays on his knees and forearms. It was obvious, absolutely so, and he wished her hobby was the same. Every year since he was five years old, spring meant torture to his legs. March through May was an absolute onslaught towards his ankles and toes, bloody and bruised from the first day to the last. Although, the bruises were consistent all year, hinting that whatever she did, it was constant. He wished he could help her somehow, because the pain on his behalf was unbearable, and he couldn’t imagine experiencing it firsthand. He began to think maybe she was doing this on purpose, he wouldn’t be surprised if she had a sadistic streak. But why the ankles, why the legs? Why was the rest of her skin so perfectly smooth yet once you hit the bottom, it was destroyed? Rope burns ran down his calves in intricate zigzags, and every time he ran a finger across them, it burned.“What the hell is this?” He’d ask himself quietly, wondering if whatever this was, was just a weird, western fetish. He figured it was cute though, whatever she did. He saw where the ribbons tied off into a bow, or sometimes just a sharp, quick knot. It probably wasn’t a fetish, whatever she did, but the oddity of it still left him wondering.

One day he woke up and literally couldn’t walk. Last night he went to bed just to wake up with his entire lower legs bruised up. He winced at the sight, borderline black spots covering everywhere from his tip toes to his ankles. She had a habit of overworking herself late at night, he noticed, and part of him was glad they didn’t share the same mental health. It was times like these where he wished he had contact with her. Of course, he could always scratch his phone number into her skin or something, but he had tried that before, and he was honest it didn’t transmit. Every so often though, he’d take a bobby pin, and very, very lightly trace shapes into his left hand expressing his mood. He grabbed it off his nightstand, clicking it open and gently scratching a heart right underneath his knuckles, just enough to break the skin. Sometimes, if she wanted to, she scratched something back, usually a likewise object, but nothing came today. Tendou didn’t mind, he knew he had gotten his message across.

It was May of his senior year and Tendou wanted nothing more than to relish in his remaining time of being a highschool student, but he couldn’t when everyday for the past three weeks coordinates were being scratched into his left thigh. He quite honestly had no clue what to do with them, and didn’t realize they were coordinates until Semi pointed them out in the locker rooms. Curiosity got the best of him that night as he spent hours inserting these coordinates into any webiste he could find. It made him feel like a detective, like he was part of some havoc seeking plot that was never even arranged. Three hours later, Google Earth fatefully drove him towards a studio. He didn’t know where in the world he was, for all he knew, he could be in Austria, or Zimbabwe, but judging by the familiar architecture, he was not that far from home. In fact, he was at home. He zoomed out just a smidge to find the entire Shiratorizawa campus, a sight that made his breath hitch. Whoever this person was, and whatever they did, meant that they have been, and might just be in that studio. The thought of it made his heart pound, and just looking at the address and focusing on the pressure on his ankles, he mustred up all he could to set off towards that studio.

When he was on the subway, halfway towards the train station near campus, Tendou began to feel as if this was a grave, grave mistake. If she was as devoted to him as he was to her, she was sending him in the right place. Then again, it could just be a set up somehow, but he wasn’t exactly sure how a girl in Zimbabwe would come up with coordinates to a building so close to where he lived. The tempest in his stomach roiled, and the closer he got to the campus, the more and more he felt the need to back out. This girl who he was about to meet in t minus fifteen minutes practically knew everything about him. She knew he was bullied, that he hurt himself. She knew the sport he played and lived through his life with him, and it horrified him. He was about to meet his soulmate.

When he stood in front of the studio, he suddenly felt small. Every single fabric of his being wanted him to turn on his heel and jog back home, but he couldn’t. Not when he could see the figure of someone in the window. Now that it was right out in front of him, the answers to all his questions were so painfully obvious. His soulmate was a dancer, presumably ballet, and that explained the absolute torture on her feet. His soulmate was a ballerina, and although Tendou knew absolutely nothing about her, he already had a feeling she was beautiful. After five minutes of loitering on the curb, and five minutes of realizing he must’ve looked like an absolute pervert, he entered, a small bell ringing on his arrival. He winced, for the music that diffused into the commons had paused, a sudden, small, tapping off feet echoing through the room. That’s when the nerves hit him harder. What if that wasn’t his soulmate and he looked like an absolute airhead? What if he got himself all hyped up for nothing? Although, all suspicion subsided when the figure revealed herself, a delicate being with soft eyes and strong legs and a playful, pondering smirk. He knew somehow that it had to be her, absolutely, positively. No words were spoken as she tiptoes closer to him, still en pointe on the tip of her ballet shoes. It looked absolutely painful up close, and suddenly all the bruises he had ever received were explained. She held her hand up towards him, the small scar of a heart indented right underneath her middle finger on her left hand. Again, she said no words, merely smiling as all the color drained from Tendou face.

He began to stutter, a red hot blush creeping up the nape of his neck. He held his hand up too, sweaty and shaky and motioned towards the small scar of a heart indented right underneath his middle finger on his left hand. He found himself laughing, gasping really. Short shaky breaths left him in staccato, shoving his hands back into his pockets while he tried to articulate just what to say. “I really don’t know what to say.” Is what he went with, his voice low and raspy. She chuckled, out of sheer and utter nerves and tiptoed closer, her arms immediately draping around his shoulders. “I hope you don’t mind…” She began, failing to realize his arms were already around her too. “I’ve wanted to hug you since elementary school. You’ve always deserved a hug.” “Thank you.” “I really do mean it.” She began again, drawing herself closer to his figure. Tendou could feel his heart pounding, the shocked state that overcame him far too much to bear. “You had a hard past, didn’t you…?” She tailed off, searching for his wandering eyes for an introduction. “Oh. I’m Tendou. Tendou Satori.” He hummed, lost in the sincerity of her gaze. “__ __, it’s a miracle to finally meet you.” She smiled, wide and toothy, her grip on the hood of his sweatshirt tightening for some reason. She was definitely excited, he could tell by the sudden sparkle in her tired eyes. “I know we just met, but would you like to come home with me?” She inquired, her eyes wondering when Tendou cocked his head suggestively. “Don’t you think it’s fa-ar too early to be-”“That’s not what I was going at!” She huffed, her attempt at a pout being broken by a smile. “It’s just that… Your life has become mine. For years my family felt remorse every time I came home with a split lip or plastered wrists, and I think it’s only fair you give my mother an apology for all the multiple cardiac arrests she’s received every time she’s seen my bruised eye.”Tendou found himself laughing at her statement, not knowing if it was all that true or not. Judging by the small smile that still tugged at her lips, it was a feeble attempt at breaking the ice. He shook his head, suddenly growing all the more comfortable towards her and letting his arms fall towards her hips. He hadn’t really soaked up her entire being yet, his focus completely devoted her eyes. They held something he had been longing for, craving for the longest time, they held the same pain and torment he had experienced, the same story and path and trauma. Looking into her eyes he realized he found an equal, a mutual, someone who could finally, maybe, understand him like he understood himself. His soulmate, a dancer who barely lived twenty miles away from him his entire bleeding life, a graceful, beautiful young woman with atrocious feet and ankles, last nights receive routine evident on her bare arms, and knowledge evident in her eyes. A dancer, with scars with anticipated stories lacing up her soft, shaved thighs, fingertips ever so rough from all the Guess blocks he had done, and a small scar of a heart indented right underneath her middle finger on her left hand.

#i beat my word count again!#this one was 1900 something words #by the end of the month im gonna be writing novellas on here #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! imagines #haikyuu!! matchups #haikyuu!! scenarios #tendou satori

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PART I - READ IT IN ORDER!

Draven - Black hair red suit

Luxuvius - Brown hair black suit

Lucine - Brown hair black dress

Bellaluna - Black hair red dress

Moira - Red hair red shirt brown pants

This is a story about four friends whose lives changed forever the day they met Draven. Here’s part of Lucine’s transformation. It sorta starts in the middle of her story! Partial Story part 1 - “Well...I understand...I guess I should be going...I am sorry to put that on you like I did....” Draven got up, bid her goodbye and walked out the door. Lucine jumped up and followed. “WAIT!” Draven stopped dead in his tracks. “Yes?” Lucine ran up to him and kissed him on the cheek. I would still like to be apart of your life...if you’re okay with that...” Draven closed his eyes and huffed in her direction. “Oh...you...you can’t do that to me...you don’t understand...your scent...it haunts me...it arouses my...my...” Draven looked down to the ground and back up to her, his eyes suddenly glowing a yellowish red hue. “Draven...what’s happening to you...” Lucine stepped back. “I...I gotta go...the thirst...it’s hitting me and if I don’t leave now I might be too weak to stop myself from doing something to you...something terrible! ...I can’t and I w....w...” Draven shook his head and leaned over “UGH!” crouching down to the ground he kneeled there, breathing heavily. “Lucine....get back insiiiiiiiiiUGHHHHH....I can’t...” He looked up to Lucine with a bloodthirsty look in his eye. Lucine stood there, frightened to death but instead of running away she stepped closer. “I want you to do what you have to do...to me...okay? Don’t hold back...” Draven looked up to her and stood up slowly. “No, I was a fool to ask such a thing from you...you don’t know what you’d be getting yourself into...please just go back insiiiiUGHHHRRRRR” Draven stepped back, thrusting his fist into his jaw. “Just...go...inside...now....please...if you value your life, go.” Lucine stepped towards Draven and pulled the collar of her shirt down, pushing her neck in the direction of his face.

“What are you doing?!” he said angrily. “You don’t understand, I shouldn’t have asked you...you don’t want this! Every day I suffer alone. Everyday, I try not to hurt people but it happens and I...I” Draven stares at her neck, creeping closer to her. Grabbing her by her thin waist he pulls her body towards his, his mouth and nose resting against her neck, huffing and puffing as he tries to control himself. “Don’t make me do this to you...” Lucine gently grabbed him by the chin. “Don’t worry. I want this,” she said with a saddened smile. Draven’s stern look slowly relaxed and he pushed her neck to the side and sunk his fangs in. Suckling at her neck, he couldn’t help himself. He wanted so bad to just suck her life away like he would normally do. Lucine gasped as if she couldn’t breathe, a tear trickled down her face. “Draven...Draven please stop it hurts!” but he continued. There was no turning back now...”You’re going to kill her, Draven. You’re going to kill her like you killed the rest of them. Control yourself. CONTROL YOURSELF NOW.” his inner voice raged at him. Lucine’s body fell slowly in his arms and to the floor, appearing lifeless and cold. “What did I do...what did you let me do!!” he screamed at her and lay his head on her chest. “Why...Why couldn’t you just leave like I told you? You’re not like them, I can’t have you. I can’t be with you but now you are my responsibility and I can’t...I just can’t...”

She lay there with her eyes open, glossed over as she gasped for air. “Lucine, quick...quick. Take this!” he held out his wrist in front of her and she quickly bit down. Draven cringed. “Okay, that’s enough!” but she continued on. “THAT’S ENOUGH!” and out of anger, he pushed her back. Her body once again went limp. Draven rubbed his wrist and wiped it on his pant leg then reached towards her face and shoved a strand of hair from her eyes. Lucine slowly started to transform, her big, happy eyes went from a glossy white back to her big brown eyes then faded into a yellow hue. Her teeth grew sharper and her skin paler. She sat up and coughed.

“Am I...am I alive...?” Lucine questioned. “Well, not exactly...but you’re not 6ft under.” a tasteless joke, but a joke nonetheless. She closed her eyes and laid in his arms. Draven took her back to his place and called her friends “Hey guys, Lucine is with me. If you want to come over and bring her back I can give you my address.”

As far as the story goes, that’s all I have. What happened after that in my game was Lucine started to crave blood and she ended up biting her friend Lux. Fortunately, Draven was there to push her off of him and save his life. Moira and Bella thought it was “rad” and wanted to be transformed as well, no questions asked. haha After some time playing them, I was quite sure that Lucine and Draven would be together! They were so happy together anytime they entered a room together. Their love bar was going up and everything looked great. Draven invited Lucine and her friends to his coven “6rder 6f the Fallen Mo6n” and they were all starting a lovely vampire family together. Roaming the streets and feeding off the innocent. Draven still had his morals, though, so it was mostly Lucine, Bella, Lux and Moira going around sucking the lives out of innocent people. This started upsetting Draven. “How could they do this? I’ve taught them everything I know yet they still find it okay to go out and feed without consent.” Is what I would imagine he’d most likely say everytime they went out. Even still, he and Lucine had a thing together.

I mean, I felt like they had a very special bond with each other from the very beginning but I guess I was wrong...

One night, I noticed Moira was chit chatting with Draven and the icon was a heart. This upset me...Moira is Lucine’s best friend!! Not only that, but her and Bella have a thing for each other. What gives, Moira? Moira was asking him to woohoo. I sat there like "Don't do it, Draven. DON'T DO IT. You are working towards a beautiful relationship with Lucine!" As I sit there staring at them, he turns her down! My heart flutters once again! Maybe Moira was just testing his loyalty perhaps? Fast forward to a few nights later...Lucine decided to call it early and go to sleep in her coffin. In her room is her old "human" bed and her new coffin. While she's asleep in her coffin, I'm zooming my camera around when I notice a lump under the sheets. I automatically assumed it was Moira and Bellaluna because they are ALWAYS woohoo'ing with each other. Then it happens...top right corner..."Draven is woohoo'ing for the first time." Then I see it...Draven is woohoo'ing with......LUXUVIUS?! Luxuvius had a thing for Moira!!! What is going on here?! I guess it is that vampire charm... Then I scroll back over to Lucine's coffin and there she is...standing there staring at the lump in the sheets...Her emotion goes from confident to "Very Sad" in the blink of an eye. I paused the game and just sat there thinking. "Should Lucine break it off with him? I mean...they are vampires...vampires LOVE TO woohoo...Should I have revenge woohoo? Should I murder him? No no no, too drastic. Maybe I can kick him out...? But they were such a cute couple!!" I was sitting there feeling ill. Like I personally just got cheated on or something...LOL! After thinking about it for some time, I decided to have Lucine throw a drink in his face. Everyone in the house gasped...then not even 10 seconds later Lucine and Draven were having makeup woohoo!! WHAT! He had the NERVE to kiss Lucine on the cheek and pull her into a bush to woohoo not even 10 minutes after he just got done woohoo'ing with Luxuvius. So, I sat there...watching them woohoo. Lucine's emotions went from "Very sad" to "Very flirty" back to "Very Sad" after they finished. I made Lucine make fun of his fang size and then told him that his woohoo techniques were LAMEEEEE. Then she gave him the cold shoulder. I watched as their love bar went from about 87% all the way down to about 30%. When Lucine was done giving him the cold shoulder, I had her paint a picture. While she was painting, 3 plasma plants died right next to her. I felt like that was a sign or a foreshadowing of their relationship somehow. I'm just super surprised how horrible I feel about it. It's literally just a game, but I feel like I've been cheated on. lol. Part of me wants to just say "Hey, they're vampires. That's what vampires do! Just do it with someone else to make it all better!" but Lucine doesn't grasp that because she's a baby vampire! She still feels love and emotion and connection to one person and one person only!. So this is my new plan for the family...when I get back on, Luxuvius and Draven are DONE. Yes, I know this is Draven’s house...but it’s Lucine’s house now. You do not mess with Lucine. You just don’t. So we shall see what happens soon...it’s not looking good for Lux and Draven, though...

If you enjoyed my partial stories, thank you! I’m thinking about writing an actual story for this family because I absolutely love writing stories for my sims characters. Usually, my sim stories are a bit graphic and adult themed, though...just a head’s up in case I decide to write any more in the future! :)

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